#ticklish Robin

[screams-of-laughter]

I fucking love this AU ❤️‍🔥

“With great power, comes great responsibility.”

Spider-woman Robin! For my Mar. @reidsbtch it’s your super hero girlfriend!

[aventurineswife]

Hi, how are you?

Could you make an s/o who loves to kiss Sunday and Robin's wings?

I love your work ❤️

Feather Light Kisses

Tags: Sunday x Reader, Robin x Reader, Wing kisses, Fluff, Ticklish Wings, Established Relationship, Soft Moments, Comforting Affection, Flustered Sunday!!, Sensitive Wings, Headcanons, Tender Moments, Shy & Blushing Halovian Siblings.

Warnings: Fluff, Sensitive Wings, Brief Mentions Of Sadness

A/N: I'm well, and I hope you are too!! Btw (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) THIS IS SO CUTEE!!

Sunday’s usually so composed and dignified, but when it comes to your affection for his wings, even he finds himself getting flustered. The first time you asked to see his wings up close, he was surprised but agreed, not expecting you to run your fingers over them so softly or lean in to press a gentle kiss.

His wings are soft and incredibly sensitive to touch. When you start kissing along the edges, he can barely keep his usual calm, especially since your kisses send little shivers down his spine.

He tries to hide the ticklish effect it has on him, biting back a laugh and doing his best to maintain composure. However, his wings twitch and tremble under each gentle kiss you place on them.

At times, you’ll catch him smiling shyly, a rare sight, as his golden eyes warm with affection. Sunday might pretend he’s not affected, giving you a soft “Are you done, love?”—but you can see the pink on his cheeks and the way he closes his eyes in contentment when you continue.

Whenever he’s had a rough day, one way you calm him is by sitting with him, softly stroking and kissing his wings, which helps him relax more than he’d like to admit. In those moments, he feels grateful, not only for the soothing gesture but for the quiet understanding and love you bring him.

Robin’s wings are breathtakingly beautiful, with an almost ethereal shimmer, their hues mirroring the lilac and violet colors of her outfit. When you touch or kiss them, her wings flutter slightly, making her giggle softly, and you can tell she’s not used to anyone showing them this kind of affection.

Her wings are a little ticklish, and it doesn’t take much for her to smile or laugh softly under your touch. When you kiss the edges, her cheeks flush with a rosy hue, and she finds herself blushing at how tenderly you treat her.

Whenever she’s feeling overwhelmed or weighed down by memories of her past, your kisses and soft touches to her wings bring her back to a place of comfort and calm. She feels safe and loved, the ticklish sensation lifting her spirits and helping her forget her sorrows, even if just for a moment.

She often tries to hide the shivers that your kisses bring, but the way her wings tremble is a clear giveaway of how much she enjoys it. Sometimes, she’ll playfully nudge you with one of her wings, teasing you about being her “favorite admirer.”

Robin adores when you lean close and murmur sweet things against her wings, then press your lips gently to them. It’s become her favorite way to unwind, and she often finds herself humming softly in response, almost as if to thank you for the gentle, loving affection you always show her.

[nhasablogg]

Creeping

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Steve, Robin

Summary: Steve and Robin go camping. Robin turns into a tickle monster.

A/N: Thanks to the person who commissioned this!

Words: 1.3k

Steve felt silly. He knew it was Robin out there, creeping outside of the tent trying to make him nervous. He’d been with her literally five minutes ago, before deciding he needed to get into bed immediately or else he would freeze to death. Robin had stayed to make sure their fire was fully out. He’d never felt like he needed to protect her, and so he didn’t question it. Now he suddenly felt frozen for different reasons. And it was fucking stupid because he knew it was her.

Right?

“Robin.” He tried to not make it sound like a question, to show her he knew what she was up to. “You coming or what?”

No answer. She was doing it on purpose. He could see her rounding the tent in the dying light of the fire. That sound was her stepping on a twig. Her shuffling through the early autumn leaves.

It had been his idea to go camping, to be fair, but she’d been enthusiastic. Both of them needing a break from Hawkins. Never ending conversations about life and their plans. Steve told himself he was just waiting for her to finish high school, then they would move. He told himself a lot of things. Robin usually let him. She was a bigger dreamer than him, after all.

“Our own apartment,” was how her dreams always started. “In a big city with sunlit wooden floors and a bakery on the bottom floor.”

Steve always humored her and never said he dreamed of suburban life, with a big house on a tree-lined street. He didn’t even know if that was his dream or just something he’d once latched on to. A dream he was supposed to have. “Imagine us married,” he’d snorted and Robin had snorted right back and neither of them had mentioned how Robin couldn’t get married to a woman and Steve was kissing boys without talking about it.

“Robin,” he said again, sitting up slightly in his unzipped sleeping bag. “Do you need saving?”

The looming figure suddenly stopped just by the tent’s opening. Steve could see Robin’s coat - a worn, too thin thing she was refusing to part with - and yet he felt his heart skip a beat.

“Robin, you’re not funny.” Did his voice shake? His voice definitely didn’t shake. What a loser.

The figure - Robin - stuck her hand in, and Steve had approximately three seconds of overwhelming panic wash over him before Robin was on top of him, laughing when he screamed. “Got you!”

“Jesus, Robin, you fucking lunatic!”

“Did I scare you?”

“You pounced on me-”

“You’ll live. Won’t you?” She poked his navel of all spots through the sleeping bag, and Steve realized belatedly that it was incredibly hard to stop her when she was straddling him like this. Thankfully his hands were free, not that they helped much. As she poked him again, he found she simply evaded his attempts at pushing her off.

“Earlier,” she said, poking him again, and again. “You told me you weren’t ticklish during truth or dare. You obviously lied.”

“Am I laughing without realizing?” But Steve knew he couldn’t pretend for much longer. Could barely bite back his smile. “Seriously, are we gonna talk about you trying to scare me to death just now?”

“So you were scared? You keep surprising me tonight, Stevie.”

“Don’t call me that- ah!” She had moved towards his hips, somehow making each squeeze through the sleeping bag feel as if it was directly onto skin. He felt his body jerk, and now he was laughing without being able to stop. If Robin was attempting a weird super villain laugh on purpose was beyond him. Much was beyond him now.

“That’s a bad spot, huh?” She did that god awful cackle again and Steve had to remember to tell her not to ever do that shit again once he was out of this situation. He was kinda starting to wonder if she would ever let him go though. Her knees were pressing even tighter around his hips, her hands suddenly moving back to squeeze at his thighs, and his thrashing would surely knock her off only she seemed much stronger than he gave her credit for. He would blame this stupid sleeping bag he was stuck in. It wasn’t even protecting him from the tickles. Useless. Just like his flailing hands.

Robin had asked it so innocently during truth or dare that Steve had heard himself deny it without fully reflecting over it. “Ticklish? Me? Of course not.”

Robin had gone quiet, until Steve had shot the question right back at her and she’d said she hadn’t picked truth yet. Steve should’ve known she wouldn’t have believed him. Steve should’ve been on his guard.

“Rohohobin!”

“Yehehes?”

“I’m going to fucking- god just stop-”

“I haven’t heard a single please or sorry for lying or you’re a goddess come out of that big mouth of yours.”

“And you will hear no such thing- fuck, okay, please! Please stop, Jesus Christ-”

“Hmmm, no.” She returned to his hips. “I don’t think so.”

“You asshole.”

“I’ve been called worse.”

She was suddenly pulling the sleeping bag off of him - it hadn’t been zipped, after all - and the somewhat cool air hit him before she’d shoved her even colder hands up his shirt, latching onto his belly and refusing to move. Whatever she was doing to his belly button, it tickled like hell, and Steve most definitely scared away every monster and murderer with how loudly he screamed. He almost scared himself - he’d never heard that sound leave his mouth before, and he’d fought several monsters in just the past couple of years.

“ROBIN!”

Robin, to her credit, gave him a break, maybe due to how hard she was laughing herself. “Holy shit, what was that sound.”

“I will actually kill you. Get off of me.”

“Uh no, I’m not done.”

Steve shrieked when she latched onto his hips, still beneath his shirt, although luckily for him his pants were somewhat in the way. As she squeezed, over and over, the ticklish shocks going through his body made him jump, over and over. He wasn’t sure which was worse. On one hand, not being able to squirm away at all as she tortured his hips. On the other, the overwhelming panic he’d experienced having his belly button tickled. Maybe his thighs would be best, though he swallowed his words when she reached one hand back to spider over the sensitive skin there. His hands were still useless.

“Was this what you imagined when you were quivering in your boots earlier?” she asked through his laughter.

“I wasn’t quivering- ah!”

She switched her hands quickly, left going from his hips to his thigh, the right one doing the opposite, all the while making a noise as if to scare him with each jolt. A tickle monster, she told him. He would’ve rolled his eyes off had he not been a bit busy.

“You’re the perfect prey,” she said, pausing to let him breathe. “So easy to pin despite being stronger.”

“You’ll have to find your own way home tomorrow,” he replied, panting, smiling all the while without being able to help it. She was smirking down at him, although he could tell she’d not thought that part through. Not that Steve would actually leave her, but now she would have to beg his forgiveness. He was looking forward to it.

The woods around them were quiet - Steve could just imagine what it sounded like had someone walked past their tent. Hearing someone screaming and laughing hysterically in the dark forest was surely spooky. He wasn’t sure what he would’ve done, had it been him.

“Have you had enough?”

“I had enough ten fucking minutes ago.”

She snorted and, in a final act of cruelty, pulled up his shirt entirely, pressed her lips to his skin and blew a loud, ridiculous raspberry onto his belly button.

It was safe to say Steve would never go camping with her ever again.

[veryblushyswitch]

I love this so much oh my gosh 🦋🦋🦋💖💖💖

only you can ease my mind

pairing: robin buckley x reader

summary: when the reader is feeling anxious, robin does her best to comfort them.

a/n: thank you to the anon who sent this prompt!! while robin is canonically a lesbian, i still used gender-neutral language for the reader for any nblw such as myself!!

content: gn!reader, academic anxiety, mental health talk, fluff/angst.

You had expected senior year to be stressful, but you weren’t aware just how that stress was going to hit you like a truck. Between the workload, the impending doom of college applications, committing, and deciding, as well as all the fucked up shit that living in Hawkins, Indiana already brought to your every day life, it was a weight on your shoulders that you simply couldn’t lift anymore.

You knew that your friends, as well as your girlfriend, Robin, were all going through the same stress, and so you kept it quiet, not wanting to put your problems onto anyone else. However, you couldn’t keep it bottled up forever.

During a sleepover, Robin posed an innocent question about an assignment you two had to complete, and everything came spilling out. Literally, like, tears spilling down your cheeks.

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[13phantom13angel13]

Not Fair!

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A/N: I am so terribly sorry about this being late! To whoever requested “This isn’t fair” with Bruce vs the batkids, here you are! I hope it’s to your liking! It’s a bit long but I’m hoping it’s a strong comeback from my unplanned hiatus. Also, the ending kinda sucks. Sorry! 😭 Much love! ❤️

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Bruce was screwed and he knew it. He was tricked. Bamboozled. Taunted into his current situation. Tim, Jason, and Dick challenged him to a group sparring match. Little did he know, it would be the three of them against him alone. So when he found himself pinned on the mat with all three of them holding down one limb or another, he knew for a fact he was in for an unpleasant time.

“This is so not fair.” Bruce grumbled at them.

“Life isn’t fair, highness.” Jason stated as he tightened his grip on Bruce’s wrists. Bruce looked up at him with a flat expression.

“Don’t you pull a Princess Bride on me.”

Jason’s only response was a cheeky grin. Bruce looked up at Cass, Stephanie, Duke, and Damian with pleading eyes as they all watched on with amused smiles.

“A little help here?”

“Nah. You got yourself into this one, fam. Find your way out of it.” Stephanie replied. The others nodded in agreement. Bruce grumbled at them.

Tim, Jason, and Dick all exchanged glances with each other with mischievous grins and nodded, all three coming to a silent agreement.

What Bruce didn’t know is that the three of them had been planning this for a while. The man had been tormenting them for weeks. He would randomly sneak up on them when they weren’t paying attention and tickle them to tears. They got tired of Bruce’s reign of terror and decided to gang up on him as revenge.

Dick, who was perched on Bruce’s ankles, cracked his knuckles, gaining the man’s attention. Bruce looked down at the younger man with a confused expression; until he saw the wiggling fingers. His eyes went wide.

“No. Nonononononono! Don’t even think about it!”

“Oh. We thought about it. And it’s gonna happen.” Tim responded from his place on Bruce’s knees. Damn these kids for outsmarting him! One on one, he would’ve been able to hold his own. But with the three of them together? He was about to be on for a rough ride. And he was.

Dick very gently traced his fingers down Bruce’s feet, causing the man to jump with a startled yelp. The mischievous grins widened. Bruce was getting increasingly more nervous.

Jason struck next, fluttering his fingers into Bruce’s armpits. He somehow managed to choke back a laugh with that one; a strained noise escaping him mouth.

When Tim spidered his fingers over Bruce’s stomach, the man was a goner. Bright giggles flooded out of him with no hopes of stopping.

“Nohohohoho! Hahahave mercy!” Bruce giggled.

“Nice job, Replacement. You found his weak spot.” Jason smirked at Tim. Tim rolled his eyes at the nickname.

“Power of deduction, I guess.” Tim shrugged nonchalantly as he continued. Jason moved down to Bruce’s ribs as Dick remained where he was, fluttering under Bruce’s toes. Bruce jerked as he giggled harder.

“Bohohoys! Plehehehehease! Dohohohon’t tihihihihihickle!” Bruce pleaded, his pleas falling upon deaf ears.

“Uh, esqueeze me, sir? You don’t want us to tickle you?” Dick inquired sassily.

“That’s rich coming from you! You’ve been a menace towards us for weeks!” Tim exclaimed.

“Aw! What? The big bad bat can’t handle what he dishes out?” Jason cooed in a taunting manner. Bruce knew this was only going to get worse as Jason and Dick’s tickling fingers also converged on his stomach. When did Dick get up? He didn’t even notice! Bruce’s giggles turned into full blown laughter by that point.

He attempted to curl into a ball to protect himself against his sons, but that proved unsuccessful. Someone’s hands moved towards his sides and his back arched off the mat with a loud squeal. Jason laughed.

“Oh my god! You sounded like a girl!”

“Shuhuhuhuhuhut uhuhup giggles!” Bruce snarked at him. Jason let out an offended gasp as Dick and Tim tried to restrain their giggle fit.

“How dare you! You take that back!”

“Nehehehehever!” Bruce cried out defiantly. “You sohohohound cuhuhuhuhute whehehen yohou gihihihiggle!” Jason’s face turned bright red as his jaw dropped in shock. Tim and Dick’s laughter started to mix in with Bruce’s by that point.

“The absolute audacity!” He cried as he tickled Bruce’s sides more. “Take it back! Take it back or I won’t stop until you cry!” Jason’s hands came back to his stomach. At that point, all three of them were tickling Bruce’s stomach like there was no tomorrow. Bruce’s laughter turned into wild cackling before falling silent a moment later.

Damian was the one to break the silence of Bruce’s agony.

“I do believe father has withstood enough torture for today.” He motioned towards him.

“Yeah. His face is getting awfully red, guys. I think it’s time to call it quits.”

The boys all looked at Bruce, looked at each other, and nodded as their hands came to a stop. They got off of Bruce to give him some room to breathe. The man sucked in large amounts of air as residual giggles slipped out of him. He looked up at his torturers. Jason squatted down next to his head with a dangerous look in his eyes.

“Next time you decide to come after us, even Superman himself won’t be able to stop us. Got it?” Bruce nodded weakly. “Good. Good talk.” Jason patted his cheek before standing up. All the kids walked out of the cave leaving Bruce to recover in peace.

Next time, he’ll have to remember to never agree to a ‘team sparring match’ again. Those heathens.

[azuregiggles]

Spontaneous Sanji HC!?

This is about fluffy tickling, if that's not for you kindly keep scrollin ty :D

Art/fic where Sanji is down and sour / sleep deprived and Robin decides to cheer him up /tire him out by tickling him as she does luffy and chopper.

The different spots and teases bring back memories of him being cheered up via tickles throughout his years with his mom and zeff.

Robin tickles his ears and it brings back memories of his mom cheering him up when he drops something he made for her (again) and she blows raspberries on his cheeks and nibbles on his ears. "Don't worry, I'll eat your giggles instead~ they're so so sweet~"

Robin tickles his neck and he recalls his mother twirling a pretty feather he brought her across his chin and neck. "Do you think this can help me find your smile?"

Robin tickles his sides and he recalls Zeff accidentally discovering how ticklish he was and begins using it to punish him for his snarky ways. "Why so jumpy, I hardly touched ye? Are you bruised or something?" The geezer inspected his wounds until he was interrupted by squeaky laughter.

His ribs bring back memories of being with Zeff not too long after rescue when his ribs only showed a little bit and Zeff decided to count them (croneing on and on about how he thought the brat had lost one during their time on the rock) as payback for Sanji calling him an old bastard. After all, hit the kid and he comes back swingin, tickle him to pieces and he learns his lesson fast.

And lastly his stomach is a particularly fond spot for his memory as zeff caught the kid snooping in his room one day; when asked what he was searching for the little brat replied "what kind of shitty pirate were you? You don't even have a treasure map! Shitty old man!" And zeff, in a particularly vengeful but amused mood told Sanji that the map was on his little blonde head and poked him in the brow "are you senile already? The hell is that supposed to mean?" Zeff smirked and scooped up the rowdy boy, placing him on the bed. He replied "I'll show ya, see? Your brow is the map, it starts up here-" he tickled Sanji's ribs on one side, earning loud squeals and swears "and it trails off down and around like this~" he scribble, scritched, and squeezed and ticklish swirl around the boy's midriff ending at his bellybutton and digging in around it. Shrill screams and boyish laughter rang throughout the room as the assault continued "see? Now that's treasure." Not that sanji could hear.

Robin leaves a sleepy cook to reminisce upon the kitchen floor, a blanket over his body and a genuine smile upon his face, he finally gets some rest.

Sorry if it's out of character at all but it's my head and these are it's cannons ty for reading

[fluffomatic]

Varras can be a bit of a troublemaker (only cause his friends force him to be one), and the ladies of the town have had enough! Nothing teaches more of a lesson than public tickling! Poor guy is too ticklish to be embarrassed~

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

[screams-of-laughter]

I absolutely love these 🦋❤️‍🔥 Especially her being all giggly and telling jokes in bed that’s so accurate.

Hi! 💖 For the nsfw alphabet could I get K, T and W for Robin Buckley? Take all the time you need and I hope you’re doing good!

nsfw alphabet!! // ty for asking, i hope you're well!! xx

K = Kink: personally, i don't see robin as super kinky, or at least, she's not super experienced/informed and therefore wouldn't know much about what she's into. however, i can see her being into dom/sub dynamics (i think she's more of a sub) and some of the more common things like edging and praise. i also think she has a tickle kink but that is just me projecting ajdkdjkdf T = Toy: robin is rlly into toys!! she loves strap-ons, whether that's being fucked by one or fucking someone else. vibrators are also great, she has a tiny one of her own that she masturbates with, but using it with a partner would unlock a whole new world of fun!! W = Wild Card: robin is still her nervous, giggly, clumsy self in the bedroom - she bumps her head with yours and apologizes profusely, giggling, and has probably rolled off the bed once or twice by accident. she's not good at being serious during sex, the whole thing is just vulnerable for her and she copes by cracking little jokes before she goes down on you

[zhoumofuhuo]

GAME DAY ✨🎮

The loser gets tickled

[tickletastic]

The City Needs Its Hero

Fandom: Batfam

Ship: N/A

Summary: Robin Jason forces Dick to play the part of an endangered civilian, well he, of course, plays the part of Batman, saving the city from certain doom. (AKA fluff but also kind of heartbreaking because Batman, does not in fact always save the day...) Day ten of Miya and Mia’s Tickletober: cloak!

“I am,” Jason says, attempting to make his voice gruff, “the Batman.” 

“Batman, save me!” Dick shouts, flailing on the carpet. 

“On my way to save the day!” Jason jumps into a flip, and Dick notices milliseconds too late that Jason is going to take a fall, the cape far too long for him to land gracefully on his feet. Jason himself realizes too late and lands with a thud on his back, his body covered completely in the cloak as the cowl clatters to the side. 

“Jason?” Dick yells, rushing over to his brother, “Little Wing, are you alright?”

Dick panics when Jason remains silent, but he can see his brother struggling to escape the cape. He slides on his knees across the hardwood to get to Jason, quickly untangling him from the fabric. 

“No!” Jason shouts, batting Dick’s hands away, “you’re ruining it, Dickie! I’m supposed to save you!”

Dick sighs with relief, scooping up his brother, cape included. “Oh my god, you scared me, Little Wing. I thought you were hurt.” 

“I’m not hurt, this cape is just dumb and long,” Jason giggles when Dick ruffles his hair and leans down to press a soft kiss in his dark curls, “go back! Go back! I need to save the city!”

“Fine, fine,” Dick laughs, making his way back across the living room.

“This time hang on to the back of the couch! Like you’re holding on to a skyscraper!” Jason shouts, running back to the side of the room he had originally been in. 

Dick laughs, surprised at the request, and decides to do a little extra to make the game more realistic for his brother. “Want me to hang from the ceiling?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Jason cheers, jumping excitedly. 

“Alright, just be careful, Jay.” 

“Always am, Dickie,” Jason says before taking on a full sprint, this time being extra vigilant about the fact that Batman’s cape is almost double his height. He bounces off of the couch, landing on the top of a bookshelf, perfectly steady. 

He takes a moment to consider his options, but Dick’s exaggerated wailing quickly snaps him out of his thoughts. 

“Batman, please help me!” Dick shouts, rocking the chandelier that he’s handing from, “I’m going to fall!” 

“Don’t be afraid!” Jason responds, backing up in preparation to jump, “Batman always saves the day!” He takes a leap and manages to grab onto Dick’s torso, wrapping his legs and arms around him like a koala.

“I have saved you, civilian! You are safe now!” Jason exclaims, positively beaming up at Dick. 

“Thank you so much!” Dick says, using one arm to maneuver Jason higher on his torso, “I must repay you!”

Dick swings his legs up onto the chandelier, creating a human hammock for Jason, maneuvering them until one of Dicks elbows is locked into the chandelier, his body securely holding them both up. When they’re both secure, Jason still holding onto Dick with dear life, Dick’s free hand shoots down to scribble over Jason’s tummy.

Jason squeals, burying his face in Dick’s chest, the cape flapping everywhere as he tries not to squirm for fear of falling. “Dihihicki nohoho!”

“No? But I have to repay you somehow, you saved me, afterall!” Dick exclaims as if it’s just common sense. Jason giggles harder at the silliness, his legs gripping tighter around Dick as a substitute for kicking his feet. 

Dick leans his head down and blows air over Jason’s ears, and the kid squeaks, shaking his head back and forth, black curls obscuring his face entirely. 

“Batman, are all heroes this ticklish?” Dick teases, beaming down at his brother.

“Nohoho!” Jason squeals back, “wehehe’re ihihinvincible!”

Dick laughs along with his brother, tickling him wherever he can reach: his sides, his neck, his belly, and even his shoulder blades, spidering his fingers in every spot Jason exposes.

“DIHIHICKIE!” Jason screeches when Dick manages to get his hand under Jason’s arm, “NOHOHO!”

“No? But Batman, isn’t it rude to deny my thank-you gift?” Dick asks, feigning innocence. 

Jason shakes his head rapidly, though his words are lost to the childish, bubbly giggles that pour freely from his lips. 

Bruce wanders down the hall when he hears the laughter of his eldest, laughter he hasn’t heard much since the two of them stopped getting along so well. He watches as Dick hangs from the chandelier, using his body to cradle Jason, tickling the child silly. 

The sight is so sweet, so painfully endearing, that he almost runs back to his room to grab his phone, wanting to preserve the moment in time. He notices the discarded cowl on the ground, how Jason is somehow still draped in his cape, and he can’t even be mad that the two of them had probably snuck into the cave to grab it, can’t even find it in him to sigh dejectedly about the dusty specks of hardwood that fall from around the chandelier. 

[tickle-bugs]

For the writing thingie, maybe ler!Robin lee!Steve? The phrase could be “Steve, don’t make me sit on you again…”

your honor, they are everything to me. hope u enjoy!! still trying to figure out robin tbh

Under Covers

Robin leans her bike against the garage, careful not to scrape. Steve’s home--his car sits idle in the driveway, waiting patiently to ferry them both to Family Video. They’re already late, technically, but they’re not late late yet. 

An argument could be made that she could simply bike to work, admonishing Steve from the high horse of punctuality, but that’s no fun.

She jiggles her key in the lock and throws the door open, dumping her bag by the door. It’s quiet and dark downstairs, the kitchen unused, neither of which are a good sign. Steve’s usually a morning person, but on the days where he isn’t, he has to be surgically removed from sleep. It’s a coin toss, really, if he’s late over his hair or late for oversleeping and his hair. 

She inhales as much as her lungs can manage, then: “Steeeeeeevvvvveeeeee!”

No response. She scowls. 

She helps herself to a glass of orange juice and promptly rinses the glass, never one to make extra work for Steve when possible. Bothering him, yes, but inconveniencing him? Not if she can help it.

She thumps up the stairs two at a time. Steve’s bedroom door is cracked open when she gets there, exposing the comically lumpy mass of blankets on his bed and the upsetting pile of laundry in not one, but two corners of the room. Robin has half a mind to do a running jump onto the bed, but he’s gotten way too good at convincing her to take pre-work naps. They need this job. Unfortunately. 

“Steve. Steven. Steeb.” Robin leans in the doorframe, biting her lip on an affectionate smile. Steve’s hair pokes out just at the top of the blanket pile. 

“Don’t make me sit on you,” She says a little louder, moving over to the left side of the bed. Steve wrinkles his nose and makes a grumbly noise. 

“Three, two--”

“Bobin?” He mumbles, squinting at her. 

She pounces. He screams, muffled by the blanket, but then he tumbles into wild giggles and flails for purchase. 

“Get up, get up, get up!” She squeezes at his sides through the blanket, feeling around blindly but knowing intimately where to strike. His arms fly free of the blanket and he starts grappling with her, trying to poke at her like the bastard he is, but she’s on a goddamn mission. Either they’re getting to work on time (unlikely) or he’s going to die (still on the table). 

“Get. up.” She starts tickling his ribs, sliding up under his arms every time he tries to swat at her. Steve honest-to-god snorts, which she didn’t know he could do. She catalogues it for later. 

“W-Why--Ah, Robin, nohoho!” Steve whines and covers his face. She starts poking at his stomach, speeding up whenever he tries to grab her. His laughter revs like an engine. He twists away suddenly, curling up on his side and as close to the edge of the bed as he can physically get. Robin chuckles at him and tazers his side. He makes no sense. Only Steve would forfeit all the empty space in his bed rather than use it to escape. 

“We’re late, dingus!” She reaches back and squeezes his thigh. He shrieks like his life depends on it, voice cracking around his laughter in that way she loves. 

“I’m up!” Steve wheezes, lunging forward to grab her wrists. She squeezes again and he crumples into the mattress, throwing his head back against the pillows. He tries to say her name, or possibly curse at her, but all that comes out is a jumble of syllables and frantic, nervous giggles. 

“No, if you were up, you’d be getting ready.”  She pauses, just to prove her point. Steve pushes his hair out of his face and fixes her with the bitchiest look he can manage. She grins. He scowls. 

“I’ll drag you out of bed if I have to.” She crosses her arms. When he wriggles down into the bed like an indignant little worm, he earns her wrath. It’s only natural. She’s given him an out and a half. Robin feels around under the blanket and grabs Steve’s ankle, skittering her nails over the curve of his heel and up. It’s a fast track to a black eye, but she’s gotten quicker lately. 

There’s a screechy peal of laughter, then a thump--a loud one, and not from Steve’s side. Robin peers over the right side of the bed, feeling for the nearest pillow to defend herself from whatever creatures might lurk in here. 

Instead, she finds Eddie Munson. His hair’s a mess, more so than usual, and his face is bright pink. He’s oddly jittery.

“What.” Robin and Eddie blink at each other. She looks down at her hand, clutched around what is decidedly not Steve’s foot, then back up at Eddie. He gives her a sheepish wave. 

“Oh my god.” She drops Eddie’s ankle. Eddie. Here. In Steve’s bed.

“Robin--” Steve holds his hands out soothingly. 

“Oh my god.” She drops her head in her hands.  

“Is that a good ‘oh my god’ or do I need to change my locks?” Eddie asks from somewhere beside her. He climbs back up onto the bed and drops beside her. The mattress dips to accept him. 

“Still deciding,” She groans. Steve rubs her back, murmuring something soft and sickeningly fond in Eddie’s direction. She’s happy for Steve--god, she’s over the fucking moon for him, really. She teases him because someone needs to, but her heart swells knowing there was a resolution to all the yearning passing between the two of them. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. I should’ve been the first to know!” Robin smacks Steve’s bare chest. He catches her hand. 

“Well, you’re like the third to know.” Robin glares at him, but Steve throws his hands up in surrender. “Kidding! Third, because me and Eddie. Honestly, Rob, we were gonna tell you.”

“We’re, uhm, still figuring it out.” Eddie nudges her shoulder, but his shmoopy eyes are firmly on Steve. Gross. 

“Alright, well…I have questions. So many questions. But first--” She pokes his chest as aggressively as possible. Eddie copies her, hitting Steve’s stomach instead. 

“Up, yes, I knohow--” Steve’s voice breaks on a giggle. He crumples awkwardly into Robin, twisting away from Eddie. Robin’s tempted to help, but she leans away from Steve to give Eddie more access. Drama’s more fun, anyhow. Steve doesn’t laugh nearly enough. 

“No--” Steve points accusingly at Eddie. Eddie only grins wider in response. 

“You’ve given me a tremendous gift, Buckley!” Eddie cackles, wiggling his fingers into Steve’s sides. Steve yelps and bolts, managing to skid in the bathroom and slam the door before Eddie can vault over the bed. Robin and Eddie both chuckle. 

“Sorry if I helped make you late,” Eddie says, fiddling with the edge of the blanket. A devious little idea grows in the back of her head.

“Yeah, you did.” She lunges at him with an evil laugh. Eddie squeaks and tries to scramble away, but Robin’s on him already, heart growing three sizes at the now-pair of dinguses she’d never choose to live without. 

[veryblushyswitch]

Nancy x Robin x Reader ~ Poly Ship (tickle fic) 🌸

Summary: Nancy and Robin find themselves falling for one of Eddie’s friends. She plays guitar, loves watching movies, and absolutely loves Nancy and Robin. It isn’t until the three of them hang out that secrets are revealed.

Lee: Reader

Lers: Nancy & Robin

Authors Note: First time ever writing for a poly relationship!! I am going to have the reader in this story go by she/they pronouns, but I will make gender neutral ones in the future. This took me so long- oh my gosh. But it’s finally done and I had such a fun time writing it!! I hope you all enjoy! 🌸 @blushyeleven 🌸

Bright colored leaves fell to the ground as an autumn wind blew across the football field of Hawkins High School. A crowd gathered in the gym while the assembly for the mid-school year was starting to begin.

“Can’t believe we have one of these in the middle of our lunch period.” Robin complained as she sat herself next to Nancy. The two had been dating in secret for a while now. Steve, Chrissy, Eddie, Johnathon and the kids knew, but other than that completely private.

“Yeah. At least we can sit next to each other the whole time.” Nancy gave Robin a wink which made her blush and playfully nudge Nancy’s leg.

“You’re such a flirt, Nancy Wheeler.” Robin whispered, poking Nancy’s side making her yelp and grab Robin’s hand.

“Only for you, Buckley.” Nancy squeezed her hand gently before interlocking their fingers together.

The assembly seemed to last forever as teachers made speeches and cheerleading routines never ended. It was always nice to see Chrissy perform though.

“This is so boring.” Robin remarked, her leg bouncing out of compulsion.

“Yeah I know, it’ll be over soon.” Nancy rubbed her thumb along Robin’s hand.

As she finished her sentence, a song started to play on the speaker. Nancy and Robin glanced at each other, both trying to hide how anxious they felt. They stared at the girl who was strumming away at her electric guitar.

The familiar riff of Don’t Bring Me Down filled the auditorium. The school decided to have a more rock sound for the pep rally and Y/N just so happened to be invited by the school to play a song.

Nancy and Robin were in love to say the least. They knew you played guitar, but they’ve never actually seen you play. Robin was blushing and Nancy was playing with her hair every now and then to try and distract herself from you.

As the performance finished, the crowd erupted into applause as you walked off stage. Nancy and Robin held hands after they clapped and nodded at each other. When they saw you after fifth period today, they were going to ask you to hang out this weekend.

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Never in a million years would you have thought you would’ve had Robin Buckley and Nancy Wheeler inviting you over to hang out.

You’ve had a crush on both of them for quite some time, and you’ve all talked at school when you could, but you’ve never hung out with them outside of all that. You’ve talked with Eddie about how you feel and sworn him to secrecy.

As you approached the Wheeler’s residence, you took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest as the door handle almost immediately moved and the door opened.

“Y/N!” Robin squealed as she leapt at you for a hug. You laughed at the sudden affection and hugged her back. You two had always been super affectionate individuals and hugs were a must whenever you saw each other.

“Hey Y/N.” Nancy waved from the doorway. Her other hand was playing with the hem of her skirt. She always did that when she was nervous. You started to feel a little anxious at the wonder of what she could be worried about.

“Come on in.” Nancy gestured inside. Robin took your hand and dragged you into the house and headed towards the basement.

“I’m gonna grab a couple drinks then I’ll be down.” Nancy remarked as you and Robin made yourselves comfortable on the couch.

You sat on the middle cushion and grabbed a pillow to hug against your chest. Robin made herself comfortable against your right side, leaning her head on your shoulder and looking up at you. Gosh she is so cute, you thought.

“Hey, Nancy seemed a bit… anxious when I arrived. Is something wrong?” As you asked this Robin sat up and blushed a bit.

“Y-Yeah she’s totally fine. Nothing’s wrong I promise.” She fiddled with her fingers. You felt a bit sad when she sat up. You wished she would lean against you again.

“Okay I’m back, sorry for the wait.” Nancy announced walking down the stairs. She had a water bottle in each hand and a can of coke tucked under her arm.

She handed you and Robin a water while she sat on your left and opened her coke. You all simultaneously took an awkward sip. The air was tense and you had no idea why. Other than all the gay panicking that was happening in your head-

“So… what did you guys think of the show?” You broke the ice as you set your water bottle on the table in front of you. Robin choked a bit on her water making Nancy giggle.

“It was amazing. Robin and I both agree it was the only entertaining part of the whole assembly. Other than seeing Chrissy.” You smiled an blushed a little at that. They really liked your performance?!

“I mean, Tammy Thompson was pretty entertaining if you ask me.” You snickered before all three of you broke into laughter.

It felt good to have the tension disappear. Laughter was the best way to do that when it came to the Hawkins gang.

The next couple minutes were spent talking about everyone’s day and random updates about life. Robin was talking about a work story with Steve when you noticed that Nancy was playing with the hem of her skirt again. She also seemed to be zoned out as she listened to Robin speak.

Robin finished her story and headed to the restroom. You decided to see if you could get Nancy to talk to you. It’s not like it was hard, all three of you talked to each other about everything practically. Something was clearly bothering her and you needed to know what.

“You okay Nance? You’ve been kind of anxious.” You put a hand on her knee. She jumped a bit at the action and turned towards you like a deer in the headlights.

“I-I’m fine. Just have some things on my mind.” She looked away.

“Do you wanna talk about it? You don’t have to if you don’t feel like it of course, but I’m here if you need anything.” You moved your thumb across her knee in a comforting motion making her smile.

Robin walked out of the bathroom and stopped in her tracks when she saw you two. She made eye contact with Nancy before looking back at you.

“Actually…” Nancy began, bringing your hand that was on her knee up to hold in hers. “There is something we both want to talk to you about.” Robin sat back down next to you as Nancy said this.

“Okay. Is something wrong?” You saw the color leave Robin’s face. Either something was wrong, or something was incredibly wrong. “Whatever it is, I’m here for you guys.” You took Robin’s hand in yours that wasn’t holding Nancy’s. “Nothing can change that.”

Nancy still seemed worried, but took a deep breath and managed a small smile.

“So… you know how Robin and I are… close, you could say.” You nodded along as Nancy went on. “Yeah so. We’re girlfriends. And not like fiends who are girls. We’re together.” Nancy started to tear up as Robin tried to hold back a sob while her leg bounced a million miles a minute.

“A-And we don’t want you to think any different of us w-were still us.” Robin started to full on cry as she squeezed your hand.

“Guys…” You began, tears forming in your eyes. “I don’t care about that. I’m so incredibly happy you told me this. In fact, I… I like girls too.” Now you had tears running down your face.

Nancy giggled which caused you to laugh which then caused Robin to giggle through her sobs before wrapping you in a hug. Nancy wrapped around you both as all three of you laughed and cried.

After a few minutes, you all took in some deep breaths and laid back. Nancy and Robin made eye contact then looked back at you. Robin nodded. Her and Nancy agreed they would split up telling you everything. Now it was her turn.

“There was another thing we wanted to tell you. Or more so ask you if the events went well, which they have, and I personally didn’t think it would go this well-” “Robin.” Nancy stopped her girlfriend from going on for too long. “Oh yeah, sorry.” She shook her hands a bit to let some of the nervous energy out.

“Nancy and I, we’re dating. We’re together.” You smiled hearing that again. You always had an assumption considering how close they were. But you didn’t interrupt. “And.. a-and we would like to know if- to know if you would like to date us too.”

Your eyes widened and your face blushed red. Is this really happening? You almost started crying again. You felt paralyzed. With what? Fear? Excitement? Maybe both.

“I… I would love to. Yes! I’ve actually had a crush on both of you guys for a while now! Eddie was the only one who knew and it was this whole thing- And I’m going to stop myself before I start rambling.” You cried with joy and shook your hands with happiness.

Robin and Nancy smiled and started crying again too. Cue another three way hug full of giggles and tears.

“Oh my gosh I can’t believe this is happening!” You shook your hands making Robin do the same. You both stimmed and listened as Nancy giggled at how adorable you two were being. Nancy wiped away her last few remaining tears, reaching for one your’s and Robin’s hands.

You both looked at Nancy with longing eyes as she kissed each of your hands. You felt your ears turn pink making Robin and Nancy giggle.

Robin booped your nose as Nancy poked your cheek. Your eyes widened as you covered your face to hide the blush spreading across your face.

“Awww she’s trying to hide from us Nance~” Robin cooed and poked your side. You squealed and tried to block that spot with your elbow, but it only managed to cover a small part of your ribs since you didn’t want to uncover all of your face.

The two made eye contact before scribbling at your sides. A shriek escaped your mouth as your arms came crashing down against your torso.

You threw your head back in laughter, the fingers moved up and down from your sides to your ribs and even sneaking pokes under your arms.

“Ohohohohoh my gohohosh!” You tried to curl yourself against Robin when Nancy hit a particularly sensitive spot on your ribs.

“What’s that song you were playing at the pep rally?” Nancy asked, a mischievous sparkle in her eye. You tried to protest, knowing where they were going with the playful teasing.

“Don’t Bring Me Down? Yeah I love that song! I always wondered how Y/N played it.” Robin smirked grabbing an arm to pin by the side of your head.

“Me too, Rob. Let’s try together shall we?” Nancy took your other arm and pinned it the same way.

“N-Nahancy! Robin! Plehehease!” You tried to pull at your arms but they were pinned good. They both slowly walked their first two fingers down your arm starting at your wrists.

Your giggles got louder and higher as their fingers spider crawled lower and lower till they were right above your underarms. You brought your legs up against your chest as you tried to prepare yourself for their attack.

“Ready?” Nancy asked Robin. “Go!” Robin yelled. You screamed at contact then burst into laughter as they scribbled from your underarms to your ribs and up and down and up again.

“Don’t bring me down~” Robin sang as she strummed your ribs like a guitar. “No! No! No! No! Nooo~” Nancy joined in pinching your side. They both giggled as the singing seemed to make you laugh more.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” “Pleeeeease- sing another verse?” Robin teased digging a bit rougher into your lower ribs to make you squeal. “Who can say no to that?”

Nancy and Robin sang the chorus once again with your laugh as the background music.

They slowed their hands to give you a break but kept your wrists pinned to the couch. “Don’t worry we’re not done with you yet.” Robin cooed rubbing her thumb against your wrist in a comforting way.

“I didn’t know you were so ticklish~” Nancy teased lightly scratching at your tummy with her nails. This caused you to squeal and kick your legs out. The light scratches causing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter their wings even faster than you thought was possible.

“Hehehehehe! *snort* Nohohohohoho!” The light tickles caused you to snort and hide your face against the couch. Robin and Nancy could’ve died happy right then and there after hearing that noise. Well maybe after hearing it a few more times.

“That was the cutest sound I’ve ever heard!!!” Robin practically screamed. This made you laugh even more and blush at her comment. They continued to pinch and scratch at your stomach. Nancy sneakily poking at your belly button a few times to make you jump.

“Ahahahahaha! *snort* IhI cahahahahan’t!” You snorted and squealed. The light tickles filling your body warmth and happiness. Your body went into fight or flight mode, however, when you felt a pinch to your hip. Nancy jumped back at the sudden scream that was ripped from your throat.

“Ooooh Nance!! You found a tickle spot!!” Robin beamed, her eyes twinkling with delight as she started pinching your hip. You squirmed harder than ever. Your body overflowing with the ticklish sensations yelling at you to escape. Yet it was all enjoyable nonetheless. Every had their breaking point, however.

“OKAHAHAHAHAHAY! OKAY STAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! MERCY! UHUNCLE! PLEHEHEHASE!” You kicked your legs as you laughed those final words. Your next few breaths coming out in small giggles as Nancy and Robin withdrew their hands.

Robin brushed some hair behind your ear that had gotten in your face during all the squirming.

“You’re so cute Y/N.” Robin admired the way your eyes glistened after she spoke. Nancy agreed. “Your laugh is so beautiful and adorable. We’ll have to do this all the time.” She giggled when the comment made you blush. And just when you were calming down from the tickle attack!

Nancy and Robin practically melted at how adorable you were being. Nancy bit her lip before mustering up the courage to kiss your cheek.

Both you and Robin stared at Nancy in astonishment. “Was that okay?” Nancy asked while gripping onto her skirt. You smiled. That smile turned into a smirk as you gently took the hem of her shirt and pulled her lips to yours.

“More than okay.” You said after the kiss. You turned to Robin and did the same. Her face beamed with joy. The three of you then cuddled and soon fell asleep from an emotional few hours. Thus began a journey all three of you wouldn’t trade for anything.

[koala-fluff]

Tickletober Day 3: Cuddles

Fandom: Stranger Things

-Enjoy!

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Holy Shit!"

Nancy flinched as Robin shouted and jumped. The woman on the screen screamed as the killer came out of nowhere and attacked her.

"I thought you watched movies for a living?" Nancy teased, curling back into her girlfriend's side.

"I do, but I usually avoid horror." Robin wrapped her arm around her shoulders, staring intently at the television. "Hits a little too close to home."

"Fair."

"Besides, you jumped too."

Nancy's jaw dropped dramatically as she looked up. There was a faint smirk on the younger girl's face.

"I only jumped because you did!" She retorted, poking her side. Robin flinched and glanced at her.

"I thought we agreed no… poking during the movie." She muttered, blushing slightly.

"Fine, fine." Nancy held her arms up in surrender. "No poking."

The couple fell into silence, enraptured by the main character finding the body. Nancy leaned her head against Robin's shoulder, enjoying the closeness. Robin pulled her closer in response.

Eventually, they came upon a scene that included the main character creeping through a dark building. Robin was ridged, her eyes wide as the music slowly crept faster. Nancy glanced up at her and had an evil idea that brought a devilish grin to her face.

She leaned back, trapping Robin's arm against the couch, and grabbed her other hand. Robin squeezed it in response, her eyes not leaving the screen.

Nancy cuddled closer, turning her head to rest her chin on Robin's shoulder. Then she waited.

Soon enough, the music in the movie died down, dropping the scene into silence. Robin inhaled, holding her breath in anticipation. Nancy held her breath too, but for quite a different reason. Just as the killer burst forth, Nancy lunged up and blew a deadly raspberry right into the crook of Robin's neck.

The scream the main character let out was muffled by the shriek Robin let loose. She cackled and twisted away, dragging Nancy down with her as she slipped off the couch.

"Nancy!" She whined over her girlfriend's laughter. "We agreed on no poking!"

"Thahat wahasn't a pohoke though!" Nancy defended.

"You know what I meant!" Robin shoved her girlfriend off her, blushing madly. "Now we're gonna have to rewind the movie.

Nancy glanced at the screen, then back down to her girlfriend on the floor. She smirked and paused the movie.

"We can finish it later." She decided. "I found a better activity."

Robin's eyes widened and she scrambled to sit up, but Nancy pushed her back down and dug her fingers into her ribs. Robin burst into cackles and shut her eyes tight so as to not see her girlfriend's smirk.

"You know, I think I need to remind you of the difference between 'tickle' and 'poke'." Nancy mused, moving her fingers upwards. "Luckily, I am quite knowledgeable on the subject."

They never ended up finishing the movie.

[nhasablogg]

Beach day

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Robin, Steve

Anonymous said: I had a scenario for a fic: Robin and Steve go to the beach together. Steve tickles Robin’s side while she is sunbathing, so she straddles him down into the sand and tickles him (and he’s not wearing a shirt so his entire upper body is exposed for her to tickle 😈)

Words: 1k

Robin didn’t like the beach. Or the lake. Or whatever this place was supposed to present itself as. “The pool’s so crowded,” Dustin had said. “But it’s cool, we know this one great spot,” he’d said. And Robin had gone along with it despite complaining about it the entire time.

She was hiding in the shade now, far from the wet sand slash mud slash insect-infected dried up grassy patches. She was hiding in the shade and watching the others, not feeling left out per se, but realizing she hadn’t been a part of this strange group of trauma-bonded mostly teenagers for very long, and so she didn’t have their ease just yet. She was watching Max shove Lucas into the water, laughing as he protested, laughing as he laughed. Dustin was already in, talking animatedly to Will who was still on the shore, nodding at whatever he was saying. And Steve, lying by himself in the sun, as if he didn’t have a single care in the world.

“Robin,” Steve suddenly called out, as if he’d felt her eyes on him. “Stop being a moody bastard and come here.”

She laughed, loudly and suddenly. Steve always surprised her, even though they’d been inseparable for a couple of years now. She should’ve hated how easily he saw through her, but she didn’t. She could be entirely herself around him without feeling self conscious about it.

But Steve didn’t know she didn’t like the sun. That she didn’t like being wet or the feeling of sunscreen on her skin or how wrong it felt to expose too much of her body to the world. There were lots of things Steve didn’t know yet, just like she was certain she didn’t know everything about him. But Robin trusted him, and so Robin sat down beside him.

“Not so bad, huh?” he said, grinning up at her, arms beneath his head, and Robin just shrugged and turned to squint into the sun-reflected water. “I forgot my sunglasses.”

“Wanna borrow mine?” But Robin knew he was sensitive to light and shook her head.

“You got a cap or something?”

“One of the kids probably does.”

She grabbed his shirt which was on the ground between them and placed it on top of her head instead. “I’ll just use this.”

He reached over to adjust it at her shoulders. No wonder people always thought they were dating.

She leaned back. “It’s helping a little.”

“Good.”

“Too bad it stinks.”

“Hey.” The poke was quick and maybe not entirely unexpected, but Robin let out a startled shriek anyway. “You’re biting the hand that feeds you or whatever.” He tried to tickle her again, aiming for her side again, but Robin was prepared this time.

“You’ll regret that,” she said and was suddenly lunging at him, more out of habit than not, but the moment she heard his panicked laughter she knew she’d made the right choice. The kids were busy. The kids were far away and loud enough that she could do this undisturbed.

She straddled him into the sand slash mud slash patchy grass and grabbed his sides, slippery under the sunscreen and sweat, and therefore probably all the more ticklish. He certainly started laughing much more quickly than usual. But then again, Robin went for one of his worst spots immediately, and that was bound to show.

“Robin!” he cried out, grabbing her wrists without pushing her off. “You insulted me-”

“I only spoke the truth,” she replied, slipping one hand out of his grip to reach back to tickle his thigh, although she’d been aiming for his knee.

“You’re such a fucking nuance- ah!”

One thing that Robin did know was that Steve always threatened to murder her when she tickled him and never followed through. That he pretended to be grumpy about it for only a moment and yet always kept provoking her. They’d not said any of this aloud. They didn’t need to. Just like Steve knew not to go for certain spots she knew exactly what spots to zero in on. She knew he couldn’t handle her squeezing his knees for too long but would giggle without protest if she tickled his armpits (although only if he could have his arms pressed tightly over her hands - she wasn’t sure how he would react to not being able to block her). 

She went for spots that left him jumpy and alert now, knowing that she had the power to have him completely melt under her touch if she wanted him to. But this wasn’t the time nor space for that, and so she kept curling her fingers under his chin and squeezing lightly at his sides and digging gently into his ribs. If she had the time she would finish it by going for his armpits, grin as he would throw his head back and only say her name and never once the word stop.

“Please,” he said now through laughter, although neither of them knew what he was pleading for.

“This is what you get,” she said, having forgotten why she was doing this in the first place.

Steve’s heels were digging into the ground. He could buck her off so easily and never did. She leaned closer, her own laughter mixing into his, much more toned down and just as giddy. She’d stopped pretending she did this to mess with him long ago.

“You’re so annoying,” he said when she blew air against his face just to see him scrunch it up.

She leaned back again, giving him a moment to breathe. “You love me.”

He shook his head, unable to stop smiling. “So annoying.”

“Watch it before I go for your knees, Harrington.”

He scrambled for her hands again. “Please don’t,” he said, the one and only time he begged.

She used the opportunity to worm her hands under his arms. “Don’t worry. I’m pretty happy up here too.”

Steve’s shirt had managed to stay on her head the entire time.

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[13phantom13angel13]

Check Ups and Giggles

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A/N: Ok! I have finally finished my last request for @thenewgirl76! Again, I apologize for them taking so long to come out. These were a lot of fun to write! Thank you!

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Patrol was a pain. Tim had gotten into a fight with a criminal they were trying to take down and ended up with some injuries. Thankfully, they were all minor scrapes and bruises. Nonetheless, Alfred insisted on doing a once over on him just to double check that nothing major had happened. He knows his boys well enough to know they would downplay a serious injury.

So there Tim was, sitting on the edge of the table with his shirt off as Alfred did his physical exam. Alfred’s touch was gentle as he pressed in certain areas to check for any breaks. That was all fine and dandy, if Tim would stop squirming around. Alfred let out an amused chuckle as he gently pressed into Tim’s lower ribs causing the teen to squirm with a barely contained giggle.

“Master Timothy, you’re making it terribly difficult to finish this examination with all your squirming.” Alfred admonished in a light hearted tone. Tim huffed at him.

“I can’t help it. You keep tickling mehehehehe! Alfrehehed!” Tim flinched away with a flood of giggles as Alfred pressed into his side. Alfred couldn’t help but smile with a shake of his head.

“My apologies, Master Timothy. Believe me, I’m not trying to tickle you.” By his tone of voice, Tim could hear the unspoken ‘yet’ at the end of that sentence. He turned his head to eyeball the butler warily. Alfred just gave him a kind smile in return, a hint of mischief behind his eyes. “Do try to hold still.”

As he spoke those words, his fingers fluttered playfully against the teens ribs. Tim broke out into a giggle fit again as he squirmed.

“Alfred! Stahahahap! You’re dohohohoing it on purpohohohohose nohohohow!” Tim exclaimed as he tried to grab the man’s wrist. Alfred was quick in switching to Tim’s stomach, causing him to hunch forward as more giggles bubbled out of him.

“I assure you, I don’t know what you speak of, Master Timothy.” He continued to flutter his fingers against his stomach as Tim lightly swatted at his hand.

“Ahahahalfred plehehehehease! No tihihihihickling!”

Alfred chuckled softly but ceased his playful attack.

“Alright, Master Timothy. I’m finished. You’re free to go. No major injuries.”

Tim panted slightly as he pulled his shirt on.

“Thank you, Alfred. I appreciate you checking everything out,” Tim stood from the table and turned to face the man. “Even if you are a secret tickle monster.” A sly smile spread across the butler’s lips.

“A secret tickle monster, you say? Oh you have no idea, Master Timothy.”

Tim could read between the lines. That was a threat. Tim’s eyes widened as he stared at Alfred for two seconds before he bolted off away from him. Alfred let out a hearty laugh as he watched Tim flee. His boys were so silly.