#lee!steve

Steve Harrington who hates his tickle laugh with a burning passion, but too bad for him because his friends absolutely adore it so he's most of the time on edge around them. His tickle laugh is 100% waayyyyy different than a laugh he does whenever someone tells a good joke, so high-pitched it easily embarrasses him and sends a flush to his cheeks. Steve cackles more than anything though when being tickled, and it never fails to have whoever is tickling him to laugh alongside with him because of it.

Steve Harrington who snorts when the tickling goes on for more than three minutes, or of course when you start to target his hips. If you go there, it's best to make sure you're already holding on or he WILL buck you off and not say sorry for it, talking about how you deserved it.

Steve Harrington who is pretty easy to overpower when getting into a tickle fight, something he definitely does not ever want to talk about. When he was dating Nancy, bless him, was only trying to be a cute boyfriend and get her to giggle here and there to tease, but Nancy quickly turned those tables around each time and soon enough Steve was doing all the giggling and pleading. Tickle fights with Robin, however? He doesn't even try. She always has the upper hand, going straight for the kill on his worst spots and tickling him in such a way it has him emit funny weird sounds through his laughter he's never ever heard before. It's not like he starts them anyways, it's most of the time her. But how can you blame Robin, when her best friend's reactions are just so priceless???

Steve Harrington who never fails to give quick pokes or a skitter to his friends' sides if they ever catch an attitude with him, and those who fall victim to this most of the time is either Dustin or Robin, I mean duh. With Dustin it usually escalates to more than just that, because man does that boy don't know when to stop pushing his best friend's buttons. I see Steve only tickling his friends if they ever were to be a pest, not just because he felt like it. For how ticklish he is, it'd be a big mistake on Steve's part to start a tickle fight that he very much cannot finish.

Steve Harrington who when punishing you with tickles, will make you apologize but all the while still tickling you to pieces. Nope, he won't stop. No, he doesn't care if you can't get the words out because you keep laughing so much. Just try harder. So kind of him, right? He also teases by stating the obvious a lot, knowing damn well you can't reply back. "Jesus, this must badly tickle, huh?" "What do you mean you can't? Oh, I'm sorry, is it because you want me to stop? Hmmm, I don't know." "Was that a snort? You snorted because I tickled you riiight here, correct? Or was it this spot?"

“‘m gonna get you, okay?” an unconstrainted whimper escaped the trenches of steve's mouth.

he swallowed, nodding slowly as heat pooled between his legs. eddie took steve's left wrist in his hand, reaching for the pair of fluffy handcuffs lying innocently on the dresser as steve squirmed impatiently in his grasp.

“excited, are we?” eddie teased as steve rolled his eyes.

“shut up and cuff me, munson.”

“so bossy,” eddie sighed, almost leisurely. “so bossy for a little needy slut who’s going to be fuckin’ wrecked by me.”

at that, steve trembled in anticipation, skin tingling with nerves. eddie smirked at his blatant enthusiasm. he had been daydreaming about this since steve left for the radio station this morning. harrington, all stretched out and pretty, all his to put his fingers on and draw out the most adorable noises.

“what’s your safe word, baby?” eddie asked, in all seriousness as he cuffed steve's other wrist to the headboard.

“red.”

eddie nodded in approval, raising his eyebrows. he took his time checking in on steve's comfortability, the tightness of his restraints, if he was hurting muscles in this position. steve grinded against the bed in desperation.

“okay, okay, baby doll, we’re getting started,” eddie chuckled at steve's antics as he forcefully pushed steve's hips down against the mattress.

fuck. now that eddie was half-perched on his thighs, pillow under steve's arched back, arms cuffed high above his head, the nervousness suddenly hit him like a bus. steve tugged on the restraints, only to find that they barely budged at all. his entire upper body was exposed to his merciless boyfriend, and now that steve's been so fervent about it, eddie would be ruthless.

it made steve really fucking turned on.

“hey, baby,” eddie cooed at him, his slightly cold hands sneaking up steve's sweatshirt.

steve whined, goosebumps rising as eddie slowly traced patterns up and down his toned sides, torturously, excruciatingly slow. his arms itched to protect his sensitive torso, pulling at the restraints with no avail.

“p-please,” giggles started to spill from steve's mouth as eddie's fingers formed claws, tickling everywhere.

“please what, pretty boy?”

“please… please tic-” steve cut himself off with a series of embarrassing moans as eddie pulled steve's sweatshirt up, raking his fingertips up and down his stomach.

“aww, baby, i don’t understand you over all those pretty sounds you’re making.” eddie had the audacity to shoot steve a sickly sweet smile.

“n-nohoho,” steve whimpered as ticklish shockwaves shot up his torso, squirming fruitlessly.

“yehehes,” eddie mocked.

suddenly, eddie stopped abruptly, his palms still on steve's stomach but flat against it.

“w-whahat?” eddie waited patiently for steve to come down from his giggle high.

“you didn’t think i would let you get your reward so easily, would you? you’ve been so, so bratty.”

steve moved against his touch, desperate for more.

“no,” eddie hummed. “no more until you beg for it.”

“please, eddie,” steve wailed, cheeks dusted with bright red embarrassment. “i fuckin’ need this.”

“need what?”

“i need you to- to…”

eddie raised an eyebrow expectantly, the ghost of a grin tugging at his lips.

the fucker. he was enjoying this.

“i need you to tickle me,” steve mumbled, feeling a blush creep along his neck.

“well, why didn’t you say so earlier, baby?” eddie teased, hands immediately finding steve's bare sides and squeezing, once, twice, three times, until he damn near squealed, falling into ticklish euphoria.

steve opened his squeezed eyes to look at eddie. his gaze was locked onto steve's, a hint of desire coating his pupils. eddie's fingers crept up to steve's ribs and he curled up, knees hitting eddie square in the back.

“ouch, baby,” eddie winced dramatically- steve knew damn well he didn't knee him hard enough to hurt. “i’ll just have to get your knees later, you know, just to teach ‘em a lesson.”

“fuckuck ohohoff!” steve squealed as eddie wormed his fingers around the crevices of his ribs.

“no can do,” eddie laughed, albeit mockingly, as he placed his ten fingers around the crevices of steve's ribs and suddenly drilled in, causing steve's laughter to go up an octave.

eddie paused and steve took in deep breaths, skin still tingling ticklishly as residual giggles spilled out of steve's mouth.

“god, you’re so mean,” steve grumbled as eddie uncuffed him.

“you love it, stevie,” eddie punctuated with a squeeze to steve's knee, accompanied with a high-pitched screech and kick in his direction.

“come ‘ere,” eddie grunted as he sat on the couch, strong arm beckoning steve to sit on his lap.

steve flicked through the channels until he found something mildly interesting, and eddie wrapped his arms around his waist, occasionally kissing his neck or whispering something stupid into his ear, or if eddie was being a particular asshole, give his sides a squeeze. steve blushed every time he remembered what happened earlier, and the fact that eddie could probably feel and see the heat in his ears was more than enough to intensify it.

he really got him good.

You were hiding in Steve’s room behind his dresser. You smiled to yourself, giddy to see your plan in action. However, while you were squatting there, you felt a cramp form in your foot, causing you to fall out of your squatting position and hit the button with your knee. With that, the device activated, ropes shooting out at once and quickly trapping you to the wall with your hands and arms away from your body.

“Oh no! I’m so screwed,” you said to yourself, struggling to break free. If your brother caught you getting trapped with your own trap, he would never believe you had what it takes to be an Avenger. You contemplated whether you should struggle more to escape, or call it quits and yell for help. You twisted and turned, but the trap was so tight and well done that there was no hope. You swallowed hard before shouting, “Somebody help! I’m stuck!”

“Is that Y/N?!?” You heard Steve gasp from downstairs, as you also heard Natasha telling Steve that she would come help.

You heard footsteps trampling up the stairs quickly, and before you knew it, you had to face the music. The music of embarrassment.

“Hi guys,” you said shyly, avoiding eye contact.

“Y/N, what on earth happened?” Steve and Natasha asked at the same time.

You thought about whether you should lie or not. Lying may make them forgive you faster, but you also knew you were a terrible liar. You took a deep breath before speaking.

“I uhh found this thing, and it trapped me?” You finished, making it sound more like a question than a statement.

“Where did you find my old spy gear?” Natasha asked, shocked that it was even still around and worked. You didn’t say anything, as you weren’t sure how to get out of answering that question.

“Are you okay Y/N? Like is it hurting you?” Steve asked. You shook your head no.

“Well, we’re both glad you’re okay, but I still don’t understand how any of this happened,” Natasha said, looking around the room for any clues.

“Did someone else do this to you?” It’s okay to tell us, we promise we won’t get you in trouble or anything,” Steve said, worried that someone messed with his little sister.

“No, I promise no one else was involved and didn’t hurt me,” you reassured them.

“So if no one else was involved, that means you trapped yourself? Why would you do that?” Steve asked.

“I plead the fifth,” you said, sticking your tongue out at your brother, now being silly after clearing up that you weren’t hurt or picked on by anyone.

Steve looked taken aback at first, but quickly righted himself.

“Oh so you want us to get that information out of you huh?” Steve said, walking over to you, with Natasha not too far behind.

“Wait! No! What are you gonna do to me?” You asked, suddenly feeling very exposed. You were trapped against the wall, no part of you was touching the ground. Only the wall.

“Let’s just say, we know every human’s weakness,” Steve said, grinning at Natasha.

With that, Steve reached out to tickle your sides, causing you to scream with laughter in response. 

“STEHEHEVE STAHAHAHAP THAHAHAT,” you laughed, unable to hold it in. 

“Better tell us what happened then,” he teased. He knew you were stubborn, so he targeted all your weak spots. Luckily for him, you had many of them to choose from.

You squealed with laughter as he began vibrating his fingers between your ribs, a spot that you absolutely could not stand.

“PLEHEHEASE IHIHI SWEHEHEAR IHIHIHI CAHAHANT TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT,” you screamed.

“Oh you’ll take it. At least until you spill,” Natasha said, now bending down to tickle your feet with her ridiculously perfectly sharp nails. To make it worse, Steve was now digging into your armpits, making you wheeze with laughter.

They could tell you were getting out of breath, so they gave you a break and a chance to talk.

“Ready to talk little missy,” Natasha said, coming over to poke your tummy. You flinched and bit back a giggle.

“Not to you,” you replied, knowing it would only cause trouble. The redhead began to quickly spider her nails over your kneecaps, a spot you didn’t even know could be ticklish.

You snorted hard, shaking your head from side to side, as you wiggled your legs as much as you could to get away from the tortuous nails.

“Natahahahasha stahahahap plehehehease,” you giggled breathlessly.

“Come on, you know you want to spill,” Natasha teased.

“Okahahahay plehehehease juhuhust stahahahap,” you barely managed to get out. Natasha stopped tickling you, as they both waited for a response.

“We’re waitinggggg,” Steve said goofily. 

“Keep waiting,” you said smugly, knowing exactly how to get on your brother’s every nerve.

“You really want me to get that spot, don’t you?” Steve asked with a smirk.

“NO PLEASE! ANYWHERE BUT THEHEHEHEHERE STAHAHAHAP OHOHO MY GOHOHOSH PLEHEHEASE,” you screamed, as Steve wiggled his finger around your belly button.

“Spill, Y/N, or Natasha will go get an electric toothbrush. Your eyes widened at that, assuming it would be a thousand times worse than this already was.

“OHOHOKAHAHAY IHIHI WAS TRYIHING TOHO PROHOVE THAHAT I COULD BEHEHE AN AVEHEHENGER,” you shouted, desperate for your worst tickle spot to stop being tortured.

“Oh Y/N, I know you want to be an Avenger,” Steve said softly.

“But this could’ve been really dangerous. What was your plan to use this anyway?” Natasha asked.

“I was gonna wait for Steve to come in, and I would hide and trap him to prove that I could use the same tools a spy once did,” you said, now feeling small.

To your surprise, Natasha grinned and came over and patted you on the head.

“I have to say, that wasn’t a bad plan, and I would’ve loved to see that happen,” Natasha said with a laugh.

“Hey!! That’s mean,” Steve said, as you giggled.

“I’m sorry for putting myself into potential danger and not listening to you,” you apologized.

“It’s okay, Y/N, we just want you to be safe and away from harm. As an older brother, it’s natural for me to protect you from harm’s way,” Steve said, as you nodded.

“I still think we gotta tickle her a little more as punishment,” Natasha said cheekily.

“Right, make her sorry for all the times she’s asked to be an Avenger,” Steve said, as the two of them were formulating a plan telepathically. With that, Natasha pushed a little on your back, as the trap gave a little room for you to arch your back. “Does this tickle?” Natasha asked, slowly spidering her nails over your lower back.

“YEHEHES IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES NOW STAHAHAHAP,” you laughed, arching your back, leaving your tummy out for Steve to tickle.

You were a mess of laughter now, wanting to both arch your back and suck in your stomach. The fact that one had to be sacrificed was torture to you. You lost it when Steve went back to your belly button, along with the back tickles.

“GUHUHUYS PLEHEHEASE NOHOHO MOHOHORE ENOHOUGH,” you squealed, turning red and beginning to sweat. The two of them had mercy and pulled away, releasing you from the trap.

“Oh my gosh, you guys are the worst. Who the heck is that good at tickling,” you grumbled.

“Us apparently,” Steve said, smiling down at you. You rolled your eyes in response.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Natasha asked, as you nodded.

“Hey don’t worry kid, we all make mistakes. But, I have something in mind that might make you feel better,” Natasha said. Your ears perked up and you turned towards her.

“While you don’t have superhero powers, that doesn’t mean you can’t be a part of our team. Why don’t I make you the master tickler of the team?” Natasha said reactivating the device, this time on Steve, putting him in the exact same situation you were in.

“Natasha don’t you dare!” Steve shouted, trying to remain calm.

“Allow me to tell you exactly how to wreck the brave and strong Captain America,” the redhead said, telling you where to attack.

“You TRAITOHOHOR!” Steve laughed, as you tickled into his deep hollows. A spot that Natasha frequently targeted when they had tickle fights.

“You may be able to beat me in a fight of strength, but you can’t beat me in a tickle fight,” you teased, poking his ribs.

“Y/N STAHAHAP IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES,” Steve squealed, making you giggle. You gave his sides a good squeeze and even found a good spot around his ears and neck, thanks to Natasha’s help.