#PETER IS SUCH A MEAN LER I LOVE IT

[lokust]

Literally anything with lee!miguel orz

I’m especially fond of the miguel/peter b/mj poly dynamic but I’d happily take anything lolol

There was something up with Miguel. Something just... not quite right, and everyone closest to him had noticed it. Hobie and Noir gossiped about his attitude, while Gwen interrogated Lyla in an attempt to get to the bottom of it. Miles minded his own business, but Pavitr and Jess went to Miguel himself to question it.

Miguel was irritable- more so than usual, and he was really, really jumpy. Every little noise, every accidental touch, made him flinch or jerk away as if he was expecting something to happen, but nobody had any idea what.

He was also incredibly snappy- again... more so than usual. Every inquiry about his mental state or general unusual behavior was met with a snarky remark or a near-deadly glare. Everyone had caught attitude from Miguel throughout the day. Well, almost everyone. Everyone but Peter B.

It was no secret that Miguel had something going on with Peter and MJ. What little free time he had was spent in their universe, and the kids had caught glimpses of heart emojis and sweet messages from both Peter and MJ on Miguel's phone, but nobody ever dared say a word about it.

It was unusual for Miguel to spare Peter from his general grumpiness. For some reason, though, Miguel seemed to be an absolute mess anytime Peter was in the room. It was like he couldn't keep his eyes off of Peter, staring at him from across the room and blushing like mad. Even something as simple as the sound of the older spider's voice had Miguel a blushing, stammering mess, but all he could do was hope nobody had noticed, especially Peter.

They had all noticed, especially Peter.

Peter knew exactly what the problem was, and he was not helping.

Every time they were in the same room, Peter sneaked "accidental" touches to Miguel's sides or back. He made it a point to let Miguel know that he noticed the staring. He stared back, smirking while drumming and tapping his fingers against whatever surface he could find. He wanted Miguel to know that he knew.

Miguel was, in fact, in a lee mood. The worst lee mood he'd ever been in.

Miguel finally realized that the only way he'd get through the day without turning into pure mush was by avoiding Peter at all costs. So that was what he did. If Peter was going one way, Miguel went the other; if Miguel noticed their paths crossing, he made a beeline for the bathroom or the closest supply closet; if he walked into a room that Peter just so happened to be in, he immediately walked out in a flustered, frustrated frenzy.

But, of course, Peter noticed. For the last time that day, Miguel had found himself inside a supply closet, peeking out of it for just a moment to make sure Peter wasn't following him, and he let out a sigh of relief as he realized Peter was nowhere in sight and had probably gotten lost in the crowd.

He shut and locked the door, allowing himself a moment to relax. He closed his eyes, resting against the wall as he took deep breaths. He tried his hardest to calm himself down and get rid of the embarrassing blush that covered his entire face and traveled all the way to the tips of his ears.

He sighed once more before taking a deep breath, "Come on, Miguel. Keep it together…”, he said to himself before pushing himself off the wall and opening the door, peaking out one last time before deciding it was safe.

Unfortunately, just as he opened the door, he heard the unmistakable ‘thwip’ of a web shooter, and the door was shut again, white webs covering the knob. Miguel's eyes widened as he stood completely still, blood rushing to his cheeks as his heart started beating nearly out of his chest.

"Turn around”, said the voice behind him, and slowly, Miguel turned around.

There he was, Peter B. Parker, hanging upside down from a web with that goofy smirk. Miguel looked up and mentally kicked himself as he noticed the open vent in the ceiling.

Miguel opened his mouth in an attempt to speak, to try to explain the situation away, but Peter beat him to it, "It’s been awfully hard for me to catch up to you today, Miguel~”, he sing-songed, looking around the small room as he did so “That’s alright, though! I enjoyed our little game of Cat and Mouse”, Peter said before dropping from his web and inching closer to the adorably flustered spider in front of him. "Care to explain why exactly we were playing?", he asked, his voice dropping slightly as he raised one eyebrow.

Peter loved this: toying with Miguel and watching the usually stoic spider crumble into a bashful mess. Even more than watching it happen, he loved knowing that he was the reason.

Miguel's throat went dry as he looked for an explanation, stammering over the beginning of his sentence, “I-I, uh, I don't- I have.. n-no idea what you're talking about. I was just- I came in here to-“

"To hide from me?", Peter teased, stepping even closer to Miguel. Miguel had backed up against the door, his chest nearly against Peter's. "You can't hide from me forever~", he said, placing his hand on Miguel's side and gently drumming his fingers.

Miguel swallowed nervously, his eyes widening as he looked down at Peter's hand and then back up at Peter. He tensed his muscles and bit his lip, preparing himself for the inevitable, but... nothing ever came.

They stood just like that, in total silence, for about half a minute, That teasing smirk never leaving Peter’s face, and Peter’s gaze never leaving Miguel.

Thirty seconds had never felt longer, and Miguel thought surely he would combust as his eyes darted nervously around the small room before finally landing on Peter again. Peter chuckled and rolled his eyes fondly, deciding to give Miguel a break. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna get you”, he said, ruffling Miguel's hair as the younger sighed in relief, “Not yet anyways."

Miguel's eyes widened again as he looked at Peter. That was just cruel. To get him all worked up for it.. and then take it away.

“That was a fun game, my little Spider-Mouse!” Peter said with a giddy laugh, patting Miguel’s cheek gently, "We'll deal with you later. See ya at home, my love!", he said happily before turning around, flicking his wrist at the open vent and hoisting himself back into it, but before he could leave, he was interrupted as Miguel uttered just one word.

“We?”, he repeated, his heart rate increasing as he looked at Peter incredulously. Peter giggled as he peered down at Miguel, nodding and bringing his phone into view, the screen facing Miguel.

“Oh, did I forget to mention that?”, he asked, still smiling from ear to ear, “I texted MJ! Had to let her know about your current condition.”, and sure enough, Miguel caught a glimpse of the few messages Peter had sent MJ over the course of the day.

Peter smiled triumphantly as he saw the look of realization cross Miguel’s face, and he quickly tucked his phone back into his pocket. “Now, I’ll leave you to sit with that information for as long as you need, buddy! I’ll see ya at home- er, we’ll see you at home! Love ya!”, and with that, Peter was gone.

As Miguel stood there in utter disbelief, he finally snapped out of his flustered trance, allowing himself to sink down against the wall and bury his head in hands.

'This is gonna be a long day...'

It was a long day, and Lyla had to pull him out of a smiley daze more times than he’d like to admit. He just couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop himself from imagining the trouble he’d be in when he got to Peter’s place, the way they’d tickle him to pieces, expertly targeting each and every little tickle spot, how they’d tease him…

He couldn’t wait for the end of the day, when he’d finally be able to leave, but once the time finally rolled around, he found himself too nervous to even leave his office.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?”, Lyla said as she suddenly appeared, projecting on his desk.

Miguel jumped and hissed at the sudden noise, blushing when he realized it was just Lyla. He cleared his throat awkwardly and sat up straight in his chair, furrowing his eyebrows, “W-What are you talking about?”, he asked, trying to be inconspicuous.

Lyla quirked an eyebrow, propping her hand on her hip and tilting her head, “You really gonna make me text him and tell him to come get you? Is that what you want?”, she asked, not even a hint of a joke in her tone.

Miguel huffed, taken aback by Lyla’s threat as he stared at her with furrowed brows. With a few incoherent grumbles, Miguel stood, still glaring daggers at Lyla. Using his watch, he opened a portal directly to Peter’s house.

His hands shook nervously as he felt his face already heating up. He tried to contain the bashful grin tugging at his lips, but it was no use as he stood in front of the portal. He knew what awaited him on the other side. He knew there was no avoiding it. For a minute or so, Miguel simply stood there, taking deep steady breaths and trying to calm his shaking before finally letting out one heavy sigh… and stepping through the portal.

He was tense as he stood in Peter and MJ’s kitchen, looking around the dimly lit room nervously. He saw the glow of the TV from the living room, and he could smell something sweet- like cookies baking. He took a deep breath as he slowly entered the den from the kitchen, but as he rounded the corner into the den, MJ rounded the corner as well, bumping right into Miguel.

She yelped a bit as she was unaware of his arrival, but as she looked up and saw Miguel’s blushing face, her look of surprise turned to a sweet smile, “Hi there, sweetie”, she spoke softly, her tone loving as she leaned up and kissed Miguel’s cheek, “I’m gonna take these cookies out of the oven”, she said, putting on an oven mitt that had little flower patterns all over it, “I went ahead and made you a treat for… well, after”.

Miguel’s breath hitched in his throat and he buried his face in his hands, but before he could worry himself too much with it, he heard a much louder playful voice from behind him.

“Well, honey, would you like who finally showed up!”, Peter exclaimed, picking up a cookie before hissing in pain and immediately putting it back down, “Oh wow those are hot! Hey, Miguel, we had some matters to attend, right? I think we did!”, Peter spoke quickly, a happy smile on his face as he grabbed Miguel’s wrist and immediately turned on his heels, leading Miguel through the house. “Let’s go, MJ!”

MJ stood with her arms crossed, a slight smirk on her face as she watched Peter all but drag Miguel as the younger spider turned to look at her with wide eyes that were begging for help already. She just chuckled, shaking her head and following after them fondly.

Peter opened their bedroom door and playfully pushed Miguel onto the soft mattress, laying down next to him with one of Miguel’s arms underneath him. Peter smiled at Miguel and ran a hand through his hair, “And look MJ! He must’ve gotten into these clothes before he got here. I always wondered how changing out of a holographic suit worked…”, he said, furrowing his brows a bit in thought. “The tank top’s very subtle though, certainly doesn’t make your intentions too obvious. Very inconspicuous!”. Miguel was practically scowling, but the unusual bright red color of his cheeks certainly decreased the intimidation of it.

MJ couldn’t help but laugh at the two boys as she too laid down beside Miguel and did the same as Peter, pinning one of Miguel’s arms beneath her. Miguel just huffed, his face scrunching up a bit as he turned his neck to look at MJ instead of Peter. MJ raised her eyebrows as she placed a hand on his side, gently tracing her nails up and down, “Oh, do you think I’m gonna save you from him, hun?”, she asked, leaning in a bit closer and dropping her voice to a whisper. “Not a chance, sweetheart”.

Miguel squealed and tugged at his arms a bit as MJ’s nails traveled up to his armpit, and he also wondered what on earth was going through his head when he decided to wear the tank top. Spoiler: it was this exact situation. She spidered her nails slowly and oh so lightly under his arm, watching intently as he let his head fall back against the pillow and bit his lip in an attempt to keep himself from giggling.

Peter chuckled and shook his head, “Holding out on her, hm?”, he asked teasingly as he lifted Miguel’s shirt up above his ribs. “Why don’t you see just how long that works for ya! I’ll bet twenty seconds tops.” Peter placed his hand on the very center of Miguel’s tummy and formed a claw with it. “If you win the bet, we’ll stop teasing. Deal?”

Miguel looked at Peter with wide eyes and shook his head frantically as he realized Peter’s intentions, twisting his hips in an attempt to get away from the hand on his tummy.

“Deal!” Peter said on Miguel’s behalf. “Twenty seconds starting… now!” Suddenly, Peter began digging and clawing all five fingers rapidly into Miguel’s belly, wasting no time in driving him up the wall.

Miguel let out a strained squeal and arched his back, biting his tongue to keep himself from laughing, but there just wasn’t much he could do. Within seconds, he was a blubbering mess, “NNGH! Peheheter! Peter, that’s no f-FAHAHAIR! I cahAN’T!”.

Peter cooed in mock sympathy, moving his hand a bit lower to assault Miguel’s much more ticklish lower belly. He tickled from side to side, clawing from one hip to the other over and over again, “Aww, well, that was only about two seconds. Did you misunderstand the premise of the bet?”, he asked in feigned curiosity, looking over Miguel at MJ. “Should I have been more specific?”, he asked, rapidly squeezing the little bit of pudge at Miguel’s lower tummy.

MJ chortled, shaking her head at her husband as her nails fluttered and danced oh so gently in the center of Miguel’s hollows- a total contrast to the rough tickling Peter was putting his tummy through, but the light flutters gradually became light, quick scratches, “Are you enjoying yourself?”, she asked in that soft, sweet tone. “Is this what you wanted? To come home and let us tickle all your worries away?”.

Miguel shook his head at MJ’s teasing, but his entire body tensed as he let out a squeal, Peter’s hand suddenly jumping from his hip to his armpit. Miguel arched his back as the two opposing sensations persisted: MJ’s light scratching and spidering, and Peter’s rough digging and clawing both assaulting his pits. “W-WAHAIT WAIT!”, he choked out, his face red as tears of mirth pricked at the corners of his eyes, “CAHAN’T- cahan’t tahaHAKE IT!”. He kicked his feet, clenching and unclenching his fists in hopes that it would distract from the tickling, but it was no use.

“Look at those fangs!” Peter said excitedly, “Who knew deadly weapons could be so adorable, am I right?”, he teased as his hand traveled down just a bit, squeezing and pinching at Miguel’s very top rib. He didn’t know what to do with himself. He tugged at his arms and twisted his hips, but it was all fruitless.

“Aww, Peter..”, MJ said as she slipped her hand into his tank top, raking her long nails up and down the side of his rib cage, “He said he can’t take it~”, she cooed, kneading her fingertips into the spaces between the bones.

Miguel’s laughter raised in pitch and volume, and there was nothing he could do to ease the maddening sensation. If he twisted his body to the right, he only brought himself closer to MJ’s long nails, but if he twisted himself to the left, Peter was right there, cooing about how he must love it since he’s trying to get closer.

As evil as they seemed to be, both MJ and Peter were in absolute awe as they teased and toyed with the man below them, admiring his blushing face and adorable giggles. Miguel squealed, his eyes shut tight as he squirmed. The two of them looked up at each other, both smiling as they gave a silent acknowledgment of their adoration for Miguel.

“Cant take it, hm?” Peter asked, tweaking up and down Miguel’s rib cage, vibrating a clawed hand into it after delivering a couple teasing pinches and pokes. “What about this? Is this any better for you?”, he asked, knowing damn well he’d just made it ten times worse.

Miguel’s eyes shot open at the sudden sensation of five fingers vibrating against the front of his rib cage while MJ’s nails danced up and down the side of his ribs. He couldn’t take it. “NAHAHA! STOPSTOPSTOHOHOP! MJ, HEHEHELP! M-Mahahake him stOHOP!”, he pleaded, tugging desperately at his arms. He needed to get away, but he couldn’t, and he really didn’t want to, but he thought certainly they’d tickle him to tears. He tried to take a deep breath through his loud belly laughter in an attempt to ease the sensation as he thought there was certainly no way it could get any more ticklish.

Oh, how wrong he was.

MJ giggled and shook her head, kissing his cheek, “You know I can’t do that, sweetie. You waited all day for this, why would I stop him now?”, she asked, only half teasing him. He had waited all day, and they were definitely making up for it, but suddenly, MJ’s nails latched onto his lowest rib, and a loud hiss sounded through the room in unison with a couple yelps as Miguel’s loud laughter turned to frantic giggles. It took him a moment to realize the tickling had stopped, his two partners looking down at him with wide eyes and smug grins. As he calmed down, he looked up at them, still giggling a bit, “W-Whahat is it?”, he asked, his face flushed red as he looked between the two of them.

MJ giggled, tilting her head as she spoke, “You hissed at us!”, she said, playfully feigning anger. Miguel’s eyes widened, realization hitting him like a train as he hurried to apologize, but he couldn’t get the words out before Peter was chiming in.

“That you did! And not to mention..”, Peter sat up, crossing his arms over his chest and nodding down at Miguel’s hand, “You stabbed us! Stabbed us both right in the back! What do you have to say for yourself, mister?”, he asked with a pout. It was clear neither of them were actually upset with him, but that didn’t stop him from feeling tremendously guilty.

Miguel gasped as he looked at his own hand, his claws now fully on display. He pulled his now free hand to his side, doing the same with the other as MJ sat up as well, “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”, he said, stammering over his apology as he hurried to get it out, “Did I hurt you guys? Are either of you bleeding? I really didn’t mean to, I promise! I just- it.. it-”, Miguel trailed off, unable to finish his sentence as he looked down at his hands.

“It tickled?”, MJ offered, smiling at him as she slipped her hand under his shirt, scratching gently up and down his back. He shivered a bit at the feeling of her long nails against his back, but thankfully, her touch was firm enough not to send him into a giggling fit. He really was too ticklish for his own good.

He blushed, curling in on himself and hiding his face in his hands. They knew there was no way he’d answer that, but thankfully, Peter answered for him, “It did! Like crazy probably, but he’s Spiderman”, he said with a wave of his hand. “I’m sure it was no problem for him at all!”

Miguel whined, shooting a glare at Peter before suddenly finding himself pinned down again. This time by webs that trapped his wrist against the headboard. He felt the familiar flutter in his tummy as he tugged at his wrists, “Hey! What are you doing? I-I thought we were done!”

Peter just laughed, tilting his head in confusion, “You thought we were done? Oh no! We were just getting started!”, he said as he and MJ both repositioned. Peter straddled Miguel’s hips, smiling down at him innocently while lifting his shirt up. MJ sat on his shins, facing Peter’s back. “And after all, you did scratch us… On purpose or not, I think that’s worthy of a punishment. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Miguel’s eyes widened as it struck him why they had pinned him in the way that they did, and he shook his head, “N-No! It was an accident, I couldn’t control it!”, he said, huffing a bit and glaring at Peter. “If anything, it was your fault that you got scratched!”

MJ tutted as she suddenly dragged her nails down his thighs. He absolutely should not have worn shorts. “That’s a shame… this could’ve been so much easier on you if you’d just taken responsibility..”.

Before he could protest any further, Peter’s hands were clawed and poised above his tummy, fingers wiggling as those hands got closer and closer, while MJ continued to drag and scrape her nails up and down every muscle and curve of his thighs.

“Remind me, my tickly little spider. Your worst spots are your belly, and your thighs, right?”, Peter asked, a small innocent smile tugging at his lips. Miguel couldn’t even try to conceal his nervous smile, and there was no point in trying to suppress his anticipatory giggles.

Peter’s hands were so close, Miguel swore he could already feel them.

“You ready, Miguel?”

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Ummm I GOT A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY SO… THERE’S GONNA BE A PART TWO HSBSHSKL

@tickles-tea I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE THIS BECAUSE I PUT MY WHOLE HEART IN IT😭

[tickly-tufts]

Once Bitten, Twice Teased

finally letting miguel be a ler after four whole fics dedicated to wrecking him

ft. lee!peter cuz he’s earned it, and ler!mj cuz i love that for her <3

—

“You paralyzed my husband.”

“He deserved it.”

“Probably, but I’d like an explanation anyway.”

“He was annoying me…” Miguel paused. “…and said I had fangs like a kitty cat.”

It took everything in MJ not to laugh. The mental image was simply too good. Miraculously, she managed to hold back, though she did smile at Miguel’s pout.

“So, you bit him to prove a point?”

“The fangs are no joke,” Miguel defended. Then, sounding just a bit sheepish… “The venom will wear off in an hour.”

Whatever he expected MJ to say next, it wasn’t what she actually asked.

“How much can he feel while he’s stuck like this? Does the venom cause any numbness?”

“He can still feel everything… but this is a punishment. If you’re planning to-“

“That’s not what I mean.” Leaning in with a conspiratorial glint in her eye, MJ made her proposition. “How’d you like to help me get some payback?”

—

Peter’s face lit up when MJ entered the room, and if he’d been able, she knew he would’ve rushed her. Beyond the change in expression, however, he didn’t move a single muscle. Miguel had placed him in the center of their bed, arms laid neatly at his sides. Noticing the pillow under Peter’s head, MJ smiled. What a softie.

“How ya feelin’, Tiger?” She sauntered over, taking a seat right beside her husband.

“Migs is mean,” Peter pouted. “I can’t believe he actually bit me.”

“Well, you did make fun of his fangs. Not your brightest idea,” MJ countered lightly. Peering at his neck, she soon spotted the bite marks. “Want me to kiss it better?” she offered sweetly.

Peter couldn’t nod but his gaze turned hopeful, and MJ leaned down to hover over the marks. Her breath puffed against them, and Peter would’ve shivered, but his muscles simply refused to respond. He smiled when he felt MJ’s lips, soft and warm against his skin. Then she began peppering small kisses along his neck, and he instantly remembered that kisses could tickle.

“Hmph!” Peter stifled the urge to giggle. The situation was already embarrassing enough. At least MJ would be pulling back soon. He just needed to control himself until-

“AH!” he yelped when kissing became nibbling, right where Miguel had bitten him before. “W-Wait, Em- Nohoho!” he cracked when he realized her true intentions.

MJ paused a few seconds later, shifting to whisper in his ear. “Do you remember that time you strung me up in the living room, then decided to tease me until the webs dissolved?”

Oh. Oh no. Peter did remember. He remembered that evening quite fondly, actually. MJ had collapsed into his arms afterwards, thoroughly flushed and swearing revenge. Of course, Peter had laughed it off at the time, doubting she’d ever catch him that compromised. It would be another decade before Miguel found them… and now, he’d served Peter right up for MJ.

“You’ve got to tell me the full story later,” Miguel interjected, done hiding his presence. Peter gawked as MJ patted the other side of the bed, giving Miguel a peck once he was close enough.

“Have you two been plotting against me?!”

“No, I specifically bit you for being a nuisance. The plan was to leave you in here alone… but MJ came up with a better idea.”

MJ beamed at Miguel, then focused her attention back on Peter. “Now, let’s find out where you’re most sensitive…” Peter cringed as his past words were echoed back at him.

Her fingers grazed across his ribs first, nails easily felt even through his shirt. It really wasn’t that bad a spot, but Peter’s breath still hitched at the touch. He had no chance of resistance, mouth curling up as nails dragged down. The fact he couldn’t even try to turn away made him overly aware of his own nerves.

MJ went from his uppermost left rib all the way to the bottom, then wiggled her fingers on the way back up. It was ticklish enough to earn a few snickers, but nothing too dramatic yet. That was until Peter felt a dig on his right, squawking when the tickling crept between his ribs.

“Wait- Wahahait!”

Miguel did not wait, fingers burrowing in without hesitation.

Peter’s mind demanded he move, but all he could physically do was laugh. It only spiraled when MJ switched spots, pinching at his much more ticklish side. The squeal he couldn’t quite suppress didn’t escape either tormentor’s notice.

“Shitshitshit! Thahat’s sohoho unfahahahair!” Peter swore when Miguel’s claws traced down his other side.

Claws and nails… it was a deadly combination. Peter couldn’t say which side was worse. If he’d been able, he would’ve been wriggling from one to the other, indecisive and frenzied. Unfortunately, as things stood, he had no choice but to endure both together. Miguel scratched carefully along his right flank, while MJ raked ruthlessly at his left.

“Mehehean! You’re bohohoth so mehean!”

“Pobrecito,” Miguel replied.

“Oh, babe, you think this is mean? Just you wait,” MJ promised.

A nervous thrill shot straight through him. How wrecked would he be by the end of this? He’d never felt so uniquely defenseless, safe from real harm, but not from this. His sides were bad, but not terrible. What would happen when they found his actual weakness?

All these thoughts were quickly halted by MJ poking around his waist.

“Nonono- Dohohon’t!” Peter giggled uncontrollably.

“Aww, you’re so cute when you’re helpless,” MJ cooed, kneading his love handles. Her hands slipped under the hem of his shirt, bypassing his only means of defense. It tickled so much that Peter’s laughter pitched higher, which didn’t escape Miguel’s notice.

“Que precioso,” Miguel teased, knowing it was a phrase Peter would understand. Right on cue, Peter blushed, and Miguel smirked in satisfaction. It was the exact reaction he’d been seeking, after so many instances of Peter flustering him.

Revenge garnished with extra affection, easily shared among three.

Peter flushed even further when MJ proceeded to lift his shirt. She pushed the hem all the way to his chest, exposing his pale abdomen. Just like that, he was on display for his equally gorgeous wife and boyfriend… and then insecurity reared its head, reminding him of his current physique.

Objectively, it was absurd. They'd both seen his gut before, and he was hardly one for bashfulness nowadays… but still, to have all their attention focused right there, while he couldn’t even cover his face? Apparently that was just a bit too much. Peter didn’t tense up, mainly because he couldn’t, yet his partners still noticed the shift in his mood. Of course they did... observant as ever. He shut his eyes to avoid examining their expressions.

There was a beat, then finally movement, but not from the direction he'd been expecting. Instead of MJ, sweet and familiar... it was Miguel whose lips brushed bare skin first. Peter's eyes shot back open and MJ caught his gaze, understanding reflected in her own. Then she glanced at Miguel, her lips quirking, and Peter’s attention jumped to him.

His heart skipped when he found Miguel staring, intense and analytical. Then it dropped as Miguel inhaled deeply, before blowing the most devastatingly ticklish of raspberries.

Peter screeched, barely calming when Miguel ultimately switched to nibbling. The tips of Miguel’s fangs grazed against his belly, pressing down too gently to break any skin. That was when MJ joined back in, too, peppering tickly kisses wherever Miguel wasn't. Peter giggled, then released a squeak when she poked at the softest part of his stomach.

If Peter had been a luckier man, the pair might've concluded around there. He rarely was, though, so of course they weren't done. MJ's next statement sealed his fate.

"We should lift his arms," she suggested to Miguel, and Peter nearly broke into a cold sweat. He didn't say a word as they guided his limbs. Miguel raised an eyebrow at the uncharacteristic silence.

"Hold on, are you nervous?" he had to ask, curious amusement coloring his tone.

"Wha- No! I'm just... getting tired?" Not entirely false, but not convincing either.

Indirectly calling his bluff, MJ reached out a hand, watching Peter's eyes. He anxiously tracked her slow approach, worsening the suspense for himself. Abruptly, Miguel inched forward, and Peter would've flinched if he'd been able. There was no way to track both of them.

Not that it mattered, once the tickling restarted.

"NOHOT THEHEHERE!" Peter screeched after a swear unbecoming of the Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman. MJ's nails scribbled at his left underarm, while Miguel's thumb massaged his right hollow. “DOHON'T- I CAHAHAN’T!" He wanted to thrash, but he couldn't even manage a twitch. "PLEHEHEHEASE!” It was a maddening experience. Being tied up had nothing on this.

If only he could lower his arms, or twist away, or struggle at all. It didn't help that he was just too damn ticklish in that spot. Miguel and MJ exploited his weakness in distinctly different ways, and thus it didn't take long at all for the contrasting sensations to overwhelm him.

As soon as tears rolled down Peter’s cheeks, they both pulled back to let him breathe.

“Alright there, Tiger?” MJ pet his hair, a hint of worry entering her voice.

“…Could I get some water?”

His partners relaxed, and Miguel nodded. “Be right back.” He returned a minute later with a bottle and towel, first wiping Peter’s face, then sitting him up on the pillows, then carefully lifting the bottle to his lips.

“Thanks,” Peter said after a long drink. “You two are weirdly diabolical.” He glanced at MJ. “Especially you.”

“Just means you have a type,” MJ countered smoothly.

"Hot and sadistic?"

"You said it, not me~"

And then before his brain could stop his mouth-

"Just as ticklish, too." Why would he say that.

Miguel's eyes narrowed dangerously.

“You know, we’ve still got time before the venom wears off.”

“Doesn’t seemed like he’s really learned his lesson, huh?”

Peter squeaked when something soft caressed his ear. MJ had a feather… no, make that two.

“W-When did you get those?!” He watched helplessly as she handed the second feather to Miguel.

“Aww, did you think I came unprepared? I knew you’d talk back enough to earn this~”

And then both feathers were twirling inside his ears, and he could only squeal for mercy.

[mushyblushyredhead]

Cure For a Bad Day—MCU

No thots. Just a silly fluffy Irondad thought I had to turn into a story. :3 If you don’t like, don’t read. But if you’re here for Irondad fluff or just fluffy Marvel tickles, then come on in! OvO

Word Count: 5,000

Summary: After a rough week of school mishaps, Peter starts to doubt his future at being a good student and even being Spider-Man. It’s up to Tony Stark to remind Peter he’s still worth it, and bring back his mentor’s favorite smile. (This is a tickle fic duh, purely platonic)

Lee! Peter

Ler! Tony

If there was one thing Peter Parker was good at, was multitasking. How many other teens could juggle the responsibilities of high school while fighting crime almost every night in the not-so-friendly-neighborhood, and still manage to finish their homework on time for the next day?

Somehow he was able to do both.

But like any other student, he had his challenges. Like today, for example. Peter was in the middle of trying to finish a lab report essay for chemistry class. He was pretty stressed out, as he hadn’t had so much time to work on it for the past three weeks stopping midnight crimes and shenanigans almost four nights a week.

Now, here he was, hunched over at his desk, typing away at his laptop attempting to finish his lab report that was due tomorrow. He was mid-paragraph, stuck on page three out of the required five.

Normally, Peter would rack his science loving brain and throw something together quick, but tonight was different. He was having trouble figuring out more words and what to say in the report.

His eyes were starting to hurt from staring at his computer screen so long. His spine ached from being hunched over like a shrimp in his chair for hours. And his stomach growled; he had skipped dinner and was insistent with himself that he could have time to eat after he got his report done.

He looked at his bedside clock. 10:37pm. Oh come on! I’ll have to go to bed soon and I’m not even close to being done.

Peter sighed. Sometimes, his full time job being Spider-Man could really put a dent into his student life.

There was a knock at his door. “Peter? You alright?” the soft voice of his Aunt asked.

“I’m okay, Aunt May,” Peter stifled a yawn. “Just finishing up homework.”

“You said you were finishing up two hours ago.”

“Well this time, I mean it. I am almost done.”

“Alright if I come in?”

“Yeah. Go ahead.”

The sight of her tired, stressed, hunched over nephew saddened May. “Oh, Peter, you’ve been at that science report of yours all afternoon. Why not call it a night and get some rest?”

“I can’t,” Peter’s eyes stayed glued to his screen. The blinking curser that sat there unmoving for hours seemed to mock him. “I have to finish this tonight. This thing is worth a lot of my grade this semester.”

“Hmm, okay how about this?” May offered. “I’ll let you knock off school tomorrow, and send a note to your teachers that you’re out sick. It’ll give you an extra day to finish your report.” Her lips ruled into a soft grin. “Maybe after that, you and I can head off to the mall and buy you some more of those Squishables things you secretly like.”

Normally, Peter would laugh and jokingly say what a bad influence she was letting him cut school like that. But tonight, he didn’t even crack a smile. “No thanks. I’ll get this done before I go to sleep. Shouldn’t be much longer.”

Aunt May saw that tonight would be one of those nights where Peter wouldn’t budge out of his zombie induced state. So she decided to let him be. “Alright then,” she sighed. “Just please don’t stay up past midnight. I don’t want to get another phone call saying you slept through class and other kids decided to draw on your face.”

“Yeah, will do.”

And with that, she shut the door.

Peter rubbed his eyes with a sigh. “C’mon…c’mon…gotta finish. Ugh! Why can’t I finish?” The teen was just about to give up and call it quits when the hairs on the back of his neck and arms stood out on end. His Spidey tingle was going off!

Despite feeling achy and sluggish, he quickly stood up and tore off his clothes, slipping into his Spider-Man costume. He pulled his mask over his face and was about to jump out the window when he stopped himself.

Aunt May might come back to check if I really did go to sleep. Dang it! Ok uhh…oh wait! That’ll work!

Peter grabbed some day old clothes off the floor and shoved them under his blanket, pushing them into a sort of Peter-shaped lump. Hopefully, if his aunt came to check on him she wouldn’t look too closely.

Grabbing his phone, he hopped off the windowsill and swung out into the night.

By the time Peter managed to sneak back into his room through the window, he was exhausted. He felt like he was about to pass out as soon as he stepped into his bedroom.

He flopped onto his bed, lifting his Spidey mask off his sweaty face. He didn’t have the energy to take off his costume just yet. He was so tired.

He had stopped a home break-in coordinated by three criminals. Normally, a crime like a break-in was child’s play to Peter. But after spending the whole week fighting off crime and running on four hours of sleep, and topped with the stress of his recent assignment, Spider-Man suddenly didn’t have the energy to do a lot of fighting tonight.

His web-shooting was uncoordinated, one punch nearly knocked him out, and he appeared to be wobbly when he landed.

Even the criminals seemed to noticed how he wasn’t putting much of a fight, and taunted him while having their weapons pointed at the sleepy hero.

Peter barely managed to stop those three criminals, and earned himself a bruise on his jaw and knee. So by the time the boy made it home, the clock read 1:55am.

Peter wanted to scream in frustration. Well there goes another sleepless night, he thought as he quietly stripped himself out of his Spidey suit and grabbed a T-shirt from his floor pile.

He cringed as his brain calculated the few hours of sleep he would be getting again.

The next day at school turned out to be so much worse. First, Peter was late to his first class due to him sleeping through his many alarms he set for that morning. Next, he ended up forgetting his lunch—and even emergency lunch money—from rushing to get ready earlier. And then, as if that wasn’t enough to put him in a bad mood, he completely forgot about his lab report.

His stomach churned as he heard the teacher announce for everyone to hand in their reports to the front.

“Peter?” The voice of his best friend made him whip around.

“What is it, Ned?”

“What’s up with you?” Ned asked in a hushed whisper. “You look like you haven’t slept in a month, and you’re acting way jittery than normal.” Ned’s eyes widened. “Is it the spider sense?! Is there danger somewhere right now? Do you need me to come up with an excuse so you can get out of here?”

Peter could barely register his friend’s overlapping questions. “No, Ned, I don’t need anything. And it’s not that. I just…” he sighed, burying his face into his sweater covered arms. “Trouble in the neighborhood late at night, and I completely forgot to finish my lab report.”

“What?!” Ned whisper-shouted. “Y’know normally I’d scold you like your aunt does, but you look like you’ve been through enough already.” He put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Need me to make up some excuse? Save your skin at least a little?”

Peter shook his head miserably. “No point. I’m screwed enough as is here. Total failure.”

“Are you su—“

Their conversation was interrupted by the teacher snapping at them. “Parker? Your report, please.”

Uneasiness filled Peter’s stomach again. It felt borderline nauseous. He slowly walked up to the front desk. “I uh…don’t really have it physically with me right now.” He pointed towards his lab table. “I-It’s on my laptop.”

“Trouble printing it out?” The teacher asked.

“Something like that.” Peter could feel his cheeks growing warm.

The teacher sighed with a head shake. “Well then if you email it to me in the next three minutes, I’ll still give you credit. But next time, Peter, make sure you are able to find a reliable printing source ahead of time when you’re printing your reports. Don’t just try to print them last minute, that’s when these incidents happen.”

“Yes, of course.” Peter swallowed dryly as he shuffled back to his table. His fingers trembled as he opened his laptop, the unfinished pages of his lab report staring back at him. It felt like a punch to the gut. Well…something is better than nothing, right?

After school, the poor exhausted teen wanted nothing more than to go home, face plant onto his bed, and hope his mattress would swallow him up.

He was surprised to see a text message from Happy on his phone screen. Meet at the Avenger’s facility right after school. Your ride is waiting for you out front. New missions are heading your way. :) -Happy

New mission? That perked Peter up a little. At least he could forget about school for the weekend. Sulking in his room would have to wait. Right now, he was curious as to what sort of new mission awaited him at the Avengers’ headquarters!

The car trip didn’t take so much time. It did, however, leave the boy to replay the events that had just happened prior. He slumped in his seat. Suddenly, a new mission with the Avengers didn’t seem to excite him anymore.

Why can’t I just be more responsible? Peter bitterly asked himself. The other Avengers are able to juggle their normal lives and jobs and still manage to fight bad guys all without breaking a sweat. Heck, even Mr. Stark can do it. So why can’t I? *sigh* Am I really that bad of a student? What’s my future going to look like if I can’t even make it through high school?

Ugh! Why is your entire self worth and future determined by one stupid grade?!

Upon arrival, Peter didn’t seem as starry-eyed or ecstatic anymore. At least, that was the noticeable vibe Tony Stark noticed with his young mentee. He, in fact, looked in bad shape. Dark rings circled under his eyes, he looked disheveled like he had been sleeping under a bridge the whole week, and he seemed very anxious. Not the typical anxious-excitement Peter normally projected whenever he heard any mention of a potential new mission.

Tony wrapped an arm around the silently depressed teen. “So how goes it, kid? Survived another week of school?”

Peter scoffed. “Just barely.”

“I hear ya. But hey, cheer up. It looks like a certain web-slinging hero will be tagging along on more serious world-saving missions with the rest of us. Now how’s that upgrade for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?”

The boy merely shrugged. “I guess it could be good for my rep. So long as I don’t screw anything up again.”

“Hey, look. You just made a couple mistakes, underoos. It happens to all of us when we’re starting out as heroes. But this a fresh start; a chance to really show the others and the world that your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man protects more than just the neighborhood and supermarkets. He protects the world, too.” He gave Peter’s shoulder a shake.

“Okay,” Peter said with a small sigh. Oh how he wished he could get back to sulking in his room right about now.

Tony started to grow more worried about his mentee that afternoon. He assumed the kid had a bad day at school or was simply tired after a long week, but this seemed much worse.

Peter didn’t go on mini gush-rants about random things. He didn’t spit out any science jokes or puns. He didn’t even quote any old movies. Peter Parker always quoted his vintage iconic quips and lines. It was like his second vocabulary—first vocabulary being talking in only Star Wars lines.

Something was really wrong. And Stark was not going to wait around any longer to find out.

When Tony finally found Peter, he was sitting upside down from the corner of the ceiling, the hood of his sweater almost covering his face, earbuds in and mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

“Peter?”

Said teen took his earbuds out. His gaze softened when he met eyes with his mentor. “Oh, hey Mr. Stark. What brings you here?”

“That’s just what I want to ask you, kid. What are you doing up there by yourself?”

Peter shrugged. “Bored.”

“Bored?! In the freakin’ Avengers’ facility?”

“Well, sorry. Guess I’m just a little too tired today.”

He’s trying to avoid my question, Tony thought. “A better question would be, why have you been moping around since you got here? Happy even said that you were so quiet in the car ride here. No offense, kid, but you’re never the quiet type. Especially around Happy. So what gives?”

The boy averted his game. “Nothing. It’s nothing. Just tired like I said. Y’know, keeping the neighborhood safe almost every night really drains your energy.”

“Cut the charades, kid,” Tony said firmly. “I wanna know what’s up with you. I’ve known you long enough to know that even with your nighttime gig as Spider-Man, you somehow always have enough energy to set Happy’s blood pressure spiraling, and annoy the rest of the Avengers with your weird vine refreshes and those picture things you call memes.”

Peter averted his gaze. How could he tell his mentor and biggest idol all the crappy events that took place that week? It wasn’t like it was a serious topic. It was just his own failure to be responsible.

“I don’t know,” he answered quietly.”

“Hmm…let me guess. Trouble at school?”

Peter looked up.” Maybe?”

“Alright, give me names here. A description of the punk. Who’s organs do I have to obliterate?”

“What? No, no, no, it’s not like that, Mr. Stark,” Peter quickly objected. “It’s just…rough days at school is all. And my student life.”

“I see. Want to come down from there and talk about it? I’ll have Happy make us some hot chocolate.”

“Alright.”

The warm hot chocolate was very comforting. After the long harsh week of events, a hot comforting drink was just what Peter needed. And it helped ease the hesitance he had earlier so he was able to come clean about what had happened.

“Wow,” Tony said, finally breaking the silence. “It sounds like the week really treated you terribly.”

“Tell me about it.” Peter fixed his gaze on his cup.

“Hey, listen, kid. You just had a bad week. Things will get better. You gotta believe that.”

The teen hero frowned. “How do you know I won’t keep failing? I’ve been screwing up nonstop this entire week. And even when I try to do better, everything always turns out worse. It’s like the universe hates me because I’m Spider-Man.”

Before Tony could respond, Peter kept talking. “And its so dumb, too. This whole situation. I’m sitting here whining about something that could’ve been avoidable if I had been a more responsible student. There’s no one to blame but me. And look at you, Mr. Stark. If you were in my shoes, you wouldn’t be a failing student just because you’re Ironman. I just want to do better, but I don’t feel like I can. And I know the school system doesn’t believe I can either.���

“Hey now, don’t say that,” Tony protested. “You’re a brilliant kid, Peter. Yes, you’re going to hit roadblocks along the way with your full time gig as Spider-Man and as a full time student, but you’re going to be fine. You just need a little encouragement. When you’re out there saving the neighborhood and face-to-face with an enemy that makes you feel like it’s hopeless, I’ve noticed that you never back down. No matter how difficult it is. This right here isn’t any different.

And if the crappy school system that’s been putting too much pressure on their students and treating them like garbage doesn’t believe in you, I do. I believe you can do it, Peter. You’re so much stronger than you think you are.”

Peter almost wanted to tear up at the words his mentor was telling him. Damn, he really was good at this inspirational uplifting speech thing. Maybe even better than Captain America.

He couldn’t stop the tears, though. He had been feeling so emotional this entire week and after hearing Tony freakin’ Stark rant about how he was worth it despite everything he was feeling, Peter really needed to let some tears out.

Seeing the boy’s eyes fill with tears made Tony panic. Had he made the kid feel worse with his words? “Oh god, are you alright? Did i go too far with that?”

Peter let out a breathy laugh. “No, no, you’re good.” He sniffed, and wiped his tears with his sweater sleeve. “Sorry I got emotional back there. Your uplifting speech just got me teary-eyed. Thanks, Mr. Stark. I guess I really needed to hear that.”

Tony gave the teen’s shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Anytime, kiddo. Glad I could help. Now, I do want to help out with your school problem a little so you’re not feeling traumatized Monday morning.”

The boy tilted his head like a curious puppy. “Huh? What do you mean help out?”

“Well I sort of did a little research on what your next assignments for the week are going to be on for your classes. And I took the liberty to have FRIDAY complete next week’s assignments so you’ll have the entire week off to not worry about your homework.”

“You…wait, are you saying that you had FRIDAY hack into my teachers’ lesson plans and did all my homework for me?!”

Tony nodded, stirring his half drunk mug with a spoon. “Yup. Your homework’s done with all the right answers so it’ll guarantee to bring your grades back up to an A+.” He paused. “Well, an A- to make it seem like you did it.”

Peter didn’t know if he should feel grateful or disbelief. “I-I…thank you? I guess?”

Tony smirked. “What, that’s it? I do you a favor here so you can have the week off. You can have more time to focus on your web-slinging career, or use the extra time to take a nap in home room, or stare at girls more between classes.”

Peter blushed at that last comment. “Okay, fine. Thank you, Mr. Stark. I really appreciate it.” For the first time that week, Peter smiled. A genuine warm smile. Then his face melted to concern. “Wait…do you think that it’s cheating?”

“Uhh….nah,” Tony assured him with a wave of his hand. “Hey, as long as it gets you the grades you deserve. Besides, you aren’t even going to use 90% of the crap they teach you in school. You’re gonna forget it immediately anyways.”

Peter giggled, covering his mouth with his sleeve. “Oh my god, Mr. Stark. You’re just as a bad influence as May.”

“Good! Maybe you can learn something here about all the shortcuts and loopholes to high school.”

“There are noho loopholes or shortcuhuhuts to high school!”

“Hell yeah there are! How do you think I got to where I am today?” Tony gestured to himself. “You think all of this happened by being a full time student? No way. High school did nothing to help me be who I am today. All it did was give me anxiety, student debt, and unrealistic expectations on what I needed to thrive in the real world. Oh yeah, high school teaches you nothing on how to adult or pay your bills. But hey, at least they teach you that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell, right?”

Peter could not stop his giggles anymore. His giggles turned to laughter, and even while trying to muffle them through his sleeves, Tony could see the corner of his smile and the blush that dusted his cheeks.

It was always so easy to make the kid laugh, and Tony always liked to take advantage of it every time.

“Y-You’re terrihihible, Mr. Stark!” Peter said through his bright laughter. “A bahahad influence! Y-You’re even worse thahahn Loki!”

“Excuuuuse me?!” Tony pretended to be offended. He sat up, scraping the chair back, which made Peter’s eyes widen in alarm.

“Wait, no!” Peter surprised Tony by flipping onto the ceiling. “Don’t—Don’t tickle me, Mr. Stark!” Peter had had enough recent experience knowing what that look meant every time Tony got up from his seat. Having his own mentor know of his one dreaded weakness—the fact that he was insanely ticklish—and using that to mess with him anytime he got depressed or a little too snarky always flustered him to bits.

Tony grinned up at the spider teen on the ceiling. “Huh? Tickle you? Now why on earth would I do that? Oh right, because your ticklishness got dialed up to eleven from the spider bite. Isn’t that what you told me?”

Peter’s blush darkened. “S-Stop saying that so casually! I now what you’re up to!”

“Hey, I’m not up to anything. And honestly, I wasn’t going to tickle you.” A sinister smirk spread across his mentor’s face. “But since that was the first thought that crossed your mind…”

Peter’s tummy did fluttery flip flops. “Oh c’mon!! Mr. Stark nohoho! Dohohon’t you dare!”

“Too late. FRIDAY, a little help?”

“Yep. On it.”

The poor flustered teen squealed in alarm as one of Tony’s Ironman suits came flying over to him, trying to pry him off the ceiling. It was surprisingly easy, as Peter was already too giggly and flustered to concentrate on his sticking to the ceiling.

With Peter off the ceiling, he was dumped ungracefully onto the floor in front of Tony where the Iron suit immediately grabbed and pinned the kid’s wrists above his head.

“What the—FRIDAY you traitohohor!” Peter squawked. He pulled on his wrists, internally pouting that his spider strength wasn’t working in that moment.

“Hey now, don’t you insult FRIDAY,” Tony playfully scolded with a poke to the boy’s stomach. Peter squeaked at the touch. “We’re just here to help you out. I know how rough it’s been with school lately, and I don’t want to lose my underoos just because of that. You’ve been real upset ever since you got here and I know you’ve been upset all week. So no more of that now. You should know the Avengers’ facility is a no-sadness zone!”

And with that said, Tony right away scribbled both hands into his kid’s belly, making Peter screech.

“EeeAAAHAAaahahaaa! HeHEHE—Heyyyy! No faHAHAhahair!” Peter thrashed and kicked, instinctively trying to pull his arms down to no avail. “Mr. Stahahark! Nohoho pleasHEEAheeheehease!”

“Sorry, no can do, kiddo,” Tony casually answered over his mentee’s squeaky laughter. “I haven’t seen my underoos’ favorite smile in forever so I’m making up for lost time!”

“B-But nohohot like tha—HAAAHA! Heheheyyy!” Peter arched his back as Tony’s fingers crept up to his ribs. His blush now spread to the tips of his ears. He was cursing internally at how his Spidey strength was suddenly no longer there as he was laughing like a maniac.

Any other intense situation, Spider-Man would be able to easily get himself out of, but this was different. The ticklish sensations buzzing throughout his nervous system plus all his laughing was sapping any strength he had left, including his spider strength.

As Tony let his fingers inch closer to the teen’s underarms, he was playfully shocked when Peter tried to bite him. He pulled his hands back with a gasp.

“Whoa! What the heck was that?! What are you, a biting tarantula now?”

“You were getting too close to my armpits!” Peter shot back.

“Ohhhh I see.” Tony flashed him an evil grin that reminded Peter of that creepy, murderous knife-hiding doll from that 80s movie that always came back from the dead. “That’s your death spot, isn’t it?”

Peter shifted uncomfortably, his blush darkening. “N-No..?”

“Wrong answer.”

“AAAAAAHHERRHWHRHFEAAHAAAAAHAAAHA!! No Mr. Stahahahark!! NAAAHAHAHAO!!” Peter squirmed like a fish out of water, his body instinctively trying to twist away from Tony’s evil scribbling fingers. But no matter which way he turned, it didn’t help much. Tony’s fingers seemed glued to his hollows.

“EEEEAAAAHEHEEHHAAAA!! M-MR STAHAHARK!! IT…IHIHIT REALLY TIHIHAHAHA TIHIHICKLES BAAAAHAHAHD!!”

“That’s the point, kiddo! It’s more—whoa! You are just extra kicky today, aren’t you? FRIDAY, a little help here?”

“NOOOHOHOHO!”

Tony and FRIDAY had switched places; FRIDAY grabbing ahold of Peter’s flailing legs while Tony grabbed the boy’s wrists in one hand. Even as the two switched places, Tony couldn’t help but notice how Peter wasn’t putting up a fight to get away. He could’ve easily gotten up and bolted the second they let go of his limbs, or curl up with his arms wrapped around his torso so they couldn’t bring his arms up anymore, but he just laid there with a silly smile and blushy cheeks. Almost as if he secretly wanted this to keep going.

Tony had to ask the billion dollar question. “Y’know Pete, despite all your complaints, you’re not even putting up a fight to stop me or FRIDAY. Could it be because…you actually like this? You like getting tickled?”

Peter fell silent. He looked anywhere but his mentor’s eyes. He opened his mouth to answer but all that came out was stutters and keyboard smashes.

Tony raised an eyebrow. “Really? Look, I’m barely holding down your arms here and you’re not even trying to get away!” Peter’s face felt like was on fire now. “You know you can easily break out of my grip—even FRIDAY’s—and hightail it outta here, buuuut���I’m starting to think you don’t want to. Am I right or what?”

“I-I…” was all that came out of Peter’s mouth. Finally, he sighed and locked eyes with his mentor. His flustered, trembling lip suddenly curled into a crap-eating grin. With a defiant smirk, Peter stuck his tongue out. “Bite me, old man!”

Tony’s mouth formed a perfect O. Oh the kid was so asking for it! Recovering in a millisecond, Tony cracked his knuckled for dramatic effect. “That’s it! You’re finished, kid! You know I’m sensitive about my age!”

Peter actually had the nerve to stick his tongue out at him again.

Okay, so maybe truthfully he didn’t want this playful attack to cease. It was a great stress reliever after the rough week he endured. And if Peter wanted to dig a little deeper into it, while he was being tickled to pieces and screeching at frequencies only dogs should hear, he couldn’t think of all the bad things that had happened—his lab report incident, academic pressure, or even any general insecurities he had as Peter Parker and Spider-Man.

All he could think about in the heat of the moment was the playful ticklish feeling, the waves of dopamine, and the pure fun bonding vibe. So despite all the squealing and squirming, Peter was genuinely having fun. He’d be bummed if Tony stopped so soon. So he had to provoke his mentor some more to keep the fun going.

And that’s just what he did.

Oh, but if only FRIDAY hadn’t been traitorous enough to actually look up other sorts of tickling methods and suggest them to Tony to use against Peter.

“W-Wait! Wahahahit!! NonononoAAAAAAHAHAHEEHEHAHAAAA!! EEEEEHHAAAHAEHE!! THAT FEEHEEHEEHEELS AHAHA—AWFUFUFUL!! *snort* NAAAAAAHEHEAAHAAAAHAHAAA!!”

“Did you just snort, kid?!”

“N-Nohoho!! Shuhuhut uhuhup!! AAAAH! Waitwaitwait!! I tahahahake it baHAAAAAAHAHAAAAA!!”

Better hope that none of the Avengers nor his enemies finds out about Spider-Man’s adorable little weakness.

[gigglz]

Sneaky

Ler!Hobie

Lee!Miles

(Strictly PLATONIC!! This is a tickle fic.)

Quick, short fic. I LOVE THEM AAAAH

Miles was told he had to train his stealth a bit, kindly saying he wasn't good at it… at all.

His goal according to Peter B. Parker was to successfully scare at least 5 people. Gwen, Pavitr, Peter B. Parker himself, which would be harder considering he was the one giving him the task, Hobie and Jessica. Miles had already scared 3. Gwen, Pavitr, and Jessica. Even for only 3 people it took around 7 tries, since they were all spiderpeople.

He thought for a second. “Hmm. Maybe i should go for Peter next, but then again that would take the longest. I should probably go for the one that doesn’t know what im doing. Hobie. Yeah! Easy enough.”

He spent a good half an hour trying to find him. Turns out he was in some sort of lab… stealing? Of course.

He crawled on the ceiling, invisible of course. Being extra careful to not make a sound.

Hobie was looking around the lab for random parts he could easily fit in his pockets, humming some tune.

Miles was waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

“How long ya gonna wait for?” Hobie suddenly spoke, startling Miles.

Miles wasn’t sure he was talking to him, so he stayed quiet.

“Aye, Miles. Im talking to ya.” Hobie chuckled and looked up, straight at Miles.

“Aw, man…” Miles let out a sigh and jumped down. “How did you know i was there?”

Hobie looked at him. “I knew the moment you arrived, you’re not very good at being sneaky ya know.”

Miles let out a groan. “Yeah…“

“Aye cheer up, bruv. No need to be down in the dumps about it.” Hobie smiled.

Miles looked at him confused “what?”

“Anyways what’re ya trying to do?” Hobie asked while putting something in his pocket again.

“Oh its just- wait, no. Im not gonna tell you.” Miles almost slipped up, it would be so much harder to do if Hobie knew.

“Awe c’mon tell me.” Hobie tapped his shoulder with his fist playfully. “Is it top secret?” He joked.

“Yes, yes it is!” Miles exclaimed.

“Well now i want to know even more, c’mon Miles, were mates! You can tell me.” Hobie leaned against a table, now very eager to know.

“No, no. Not telling you, sorry!” Miles turned to walk away, cause he knew he was eventually gonna tell him if he stayed.

“So ya wanna play like that, do ya? Alright.” Hobie shrugged getting up from the table, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“What does that mean?” Miles stopped, suddenly feeling nervous.

“Oh nothin’… unless you wanna tell me?” Hobie grinned.

“Wha- no. No way, forget it!” Miles waved his hands at him.

“Alright, alright. Go then. Didn’t wanna know anyway.” Hobie turned away, walking back to the table.

Miles sighed, “thank god.” He started walking to the door, he was gonna try again a bit later.

But before he could leave Hobie spoke up, somehow right behind him. “This is how ya sneak up on people.”

Suddenly Miles felt two hands on his sides. “waitwaitWAIT HOBIE- ACK!” Hobie started wiggling his fingers into the younger boys sides.

“Ya wanna tell me now?” Hobie laughed mischievously.

“nohoho AHAH HOBIEHEHE!” Miles yelped as Hobie switched to tickling his ribs. His legs buckled and he fell to the floor, Hobie catching him.

“Woah, mate. Ticklish much?” Hobie put him on the floor, and switched to his sides again to prevent Miles from getting used to the feeling. “Y’know I can keep this up for as long as i need.” Hobie teased.

“Ehehehe Hobihie nahahAHAH” Miles squirmed, weakly trying to fight him back. “STAHAHAP NAHAHAAA”

“So ya wanna tell me yet? Or do i need to keep going?” Hobie chuckled with miles.

“ihim nohohot telling yohoHOU NOHOO” Miles threw his head back and kicked his feet.

“Well if you insist, I’m having fun so i dont plan on stopping any time soon. Hey, yer hips ticklish?” Hobie didnt wait for an asnwer and went for his hips.

Miles SCREAMED. “NAHAA OHO MAHAHAI GAHAHAD HOBIHIE NOHOOH AGHAHA” Miles bucked and shook his head frantically. Trying to pry Hobies hands off of his hips.

“I guess they are, dont try to fight me, only way ill stop is if you tell me!” He pressed his hands into Miles’ hips a little stronger, laughing with him.

“OHOKAY OKAHAHAY JUST STOHOHAHAHA-“ Miles could barely speak, it tickled so bad.

As promised Hobie stopped as soon as Miles told him to. “Alright, spill it. Unless you want to go for round 2? I wouldn’t mind.” He smirked.

“im good, ihim gohohood.” Miles was still giggling.

“So?” Hobie looked at him intrigued.

“Ihits just some stupid task Peter gave me, apparently im not stealthy enough. So i have to scare 5 people, you were one of them.” Miles held his sides, trying to get rid of the ghost tickles.

“Ohoh! So thats what it is! I have to agree with Parker here.” He chuckled.

Miles groaned, he knew Hobie was right.

“Better luck next time, bruv! Just watch your back. Maybe ill be the one sneaking up on you, aye?” He teased Miles as he helped him up to his feet.

Miles chuckled, a little embarrassed.

“Alright, alright. I will.” Miles said as he wiped his shoulder to get a little dust off of it.

“I suggest catching them in an environment where its not so silent, like here.” Hobie pointed around the lab.

“Ah, yeah. You're right.” Miles chuckled.

“Alright go, get Peter first, then come back to me. Always stay alert.” Hobie wiggled his fingers at Miles, chuckling.

Miles cringed a little, shook his head and turned to leave, yeah, no he definitely was gonna go for Peter next.

[ticklyblues]

YOUR FIRST FIC WAS SO CUTE AAAAAAAA!!!!!

if you wouldn't mind another request, I would love to see ler!gwen and lee!pavitr!!! their dynamic is a missed opportunity in general, but also, there's barely any gwen tk content unless it's a buncha people ganging up on one personnnnn!!!!!

ANYWAYS, I think gwen going after pavitr because he's overworking himself w/school and spider stuff to force him to take a break would be neat. or just any concept where she's trying to get him to do/say something!!!

uhHhh, if you want specific spots, I hc pav to have chin and lower back melt spots and his underarms as a death spot!!! but with your lovely writing, you could probably use anything, and I'd agree wholeheartedly

sorry for the essay!!!! blows kisses /p

Thank you so much, thats so nice of you to say all that! Also I 100% agree I do not see enough gwen content in general and she definitely deserves some!

Blows kisses back !! /p

Taking Breaks

856 words

Lee!Pavitr

Ler!Gwen

CW: minimal swearing

It was a pretty slow day at the spider society. As usual, there was some new Peter, some old Prowler, and some everyday disasters. Nothing they'd need their "small elite strike force" for, though. Starving, Gwen made her way over to the cafeteria to find some spider-themed delicacy to wolf down.

"Spider-donuts, spider-cupcakes, spider-popsicles... hm. I feel like that one might be a little offensive." Mumbling to herself, she grabbed a few spider-sandwhiches and started inhaling her first one.

BUZZZZZZZ!!!

There goes the 11:30AM alarm. Miguel likes to keep things orderly, so he has bells every 30 minutes to keep track of time in a "neat" way, as he describes it. Gwen's hair messed itself up as she snapped her head to look at the clock. "Shit!" she whisper-yelled, she was supposed to meet up for Pavitr's lunch break 15 minutes ago!

In a split second, she was travelling to his dimension, sandwhiches in hand. "He doesn't even LIKE tomatoes..." Grumbling as she tossed the sandwhich abominations into the void, she prayed that he wouldn't mind her tardiness. Despite his occasional sarcasm, he was still a pretty forgiving guy.

Out of breath, she finally reached his school roof, their unofficial "meeting place". There was a surprising quietness in the air, meaning there was no way Pav could even be in Mumbattan, let alone school. The dude has pretty chaotic energy, okay?

Gwen doesn't have to look around to know this. While she thought it was odd that he'd be even more late than her, she found it in herself to wait. After what felt like an eternity, he finally bursted through a portal, still wearing his spidersuit.

"Woah, Gwen! I am SO sorry you had to wait for me, I had some spider stuff to take care of and on top of that I have, like, 4 papers due and-"

"No, no, no! I totally understand, dude. Besides, I just got here too." She didn't mind lying just this once, it was for Pav's sake after all. "You sound exhausted though... you alright?"

"Yep! Totally alright over here! Don't worry, Gwenny. I know how to manage my duties!" His totally-not-stressed tone might've fooled her, if he didn't have that weird grin on his face. Gwen knew, whenever Pavitr Prabhakar pulled out that fake smile that didn't even show all his teeth, something was up.

"Pav, are you sure? You know you can talk to me about this sort of thing, right? You really don't have to overwork yourself with all this, especially since you're still in school. I don't have anything on my plate, let me handle the spider stuff for you, it's the least I could do"

"Bro, I swear! I don't need to take a break from anything. I love what I do, it's almost too easy! Besides, even if I was overworking myself, there isn't much you can do to- EEK!"

Alright, she had been provoked. Gwen started clawing at his belly, pinning him to the hard, concrete roof with her free hand. Pavitr's loud, airy laugh filled the city's sky.

"Gwhhehehehen!!" Out came his smile. The dorky smile that showed all his teeth and truthfully, looked kind of stupid. But that smile was his, and he wore it proudly.

"Pavvvv!" Gwen whined, mockingly. "But seriously, dude. You gotta relax for once. The first step is realizing that's what you need!" Sensing this wasn't going anywhere as is, she quickly flipped him over and started tracing his lower back.

Pavitr almost turned into jelly at this. Even though he quieted down a little, his attempt at a backwards fetal position spoke volumes.

"Plehahaeeseeee?" Barely being able to form words at this point, he tried his best to look up at the Spiderwoman and make a sort of frowny face. Gwen snorted at this. "Puppy eyes aren't gonna work on me, pal! All you have to do is let me take over for you for a little bit."

Wanting a little more of a reaction, she gently flipped him back over and tried scratching at his underarms. Nothing could have prepared her for the borderline HELLISH shriek that came out of that boy's mouth.

"HEHEHEHELPPPP!!!! GWHEHEHEEENNNN I'LL DO ANYTHIHIHIHING!!" This was a lie, and Gwen knew it, obviously. If he really meant it, he would've told her to stop by now. Staying at his armpits, the Ghost-Spider switched techniques to vibrating softly. If before's screams were considered hellish, she wouldn't even know what to call these ones.

"EEEEEEEKKKKK!!!" Feeling bad for the guy, she moved her hands upwards to the little spot under his chin. Going back to melt-mode, Pav tried his best to get his words out. "Fihihihihineee!! I'll let you tahahahake overrrr!"

Pulling her hands back, Gwen helped him get up. She was glad he could finally relax, now that she'd be replacing him for the time being.

Pavitr's break ended with him and Gwen, drinking tea and spending time in eachothers presence. They didn't talk, and they didn't need to. Because they knew that no words needed to be exchanged for them to be as close as they were.

[chalterdh22]

Day 14: Logan (Wolverine) in Soft - Augtickletober

Lee: Logan/Wolverine

Ler: Peter/Quicksliver

Summary:  Logan is waiting impatiently with Peter, while he buzzes around, driving him crazy.  So, Peter tries to “help” the situation, to drive him more crazy.

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read.  Some swearing as well.

As Logan was sitting in a recliner, waiting for Xavier to come back with information on their next move, he watched Peter play some video game he had no interest in.  Waiting, or basically patience of any kind wasn’t his strong suit, so he sat there, sipping a beer, and making huffing noises after every few minutes or so.  “What’s with all the noises?”  Peter shot back.

Before Logan could even respond, the boy sped to the kitchen and back to his seat, continuing to play games, now sipping on some soda he grabbed.  “I’m not great at just sitting here, waiting for orders.”  Logan shot back to the boy, who paused his game and turned to him slowly.  This kid, though he loved him, was driving him crazy!  He had severe ADD surely and asked too many questions.

“So, do something then!”  Peter shot back, turning back to his game.  He then slammed his soda, zipped back and forth again with some snacks now.

“Can’t you just sit still for a second?”  Logan said gruffly, now getting even more antsy. 

“Why?” 

“Because you’re driving me crazy!”

“Why?”  It was like dealing with a toddler, a big, annoying, fast toddler who could move circles around him before he could even blink.

“Ugh!”  Logan said as he stood up to stretch his arms over his head. 

“Go do some push ups or something.  Wolverine is looking a little soft if you ask me!”

“Nobody asked you, and what the hell do you mean soft?!”  Let’s be real.  He was in prime shape.  But Peter liked to mess with him too.

“Oh, how about here!”  And zoom, flew Peter and Logan felt a small poke on his side, that made him jump back.  “And here.”  Another poke.  “And here…and here…here…..”

“Stop it!  Or I’m going to tear your head off!”

“Sure, you are!  I just got five pokes in a second and you are still standing there covering your, soft spots!”  Peter was mocking him sitting back playing his game, while Logan stood there with his arms around his torso.

And just as Logan was about to get another word in the quick talking monster of a friend zipped right past him, knocking Logan back onto the chair and was circling him at lightening speed getting jabs in every spot he could reach.

Logan was not only out of control angry at this point, but had a stupid smirk on his face, and giggles started to seep through his lips.  “What’s that, are you trying to say something to me?”  He yelled over the sounds that were spewing from his mouth.

“Stoooopppp, you diiiicckkkkk!”  He was swinging with his claws out in the air, swiping at the fast-moving, fast-talking Peter.

Peter kept moving and dodging every swipe while still getting in about 5 pokes every two seconds, now taking down completely the large, older man, who was now sliding down the chair, closer to the floor.  He didn’t stand a chance at Quicksilver’s speed and now focus.  He finally stopped, and stood above Logan, as he was breathing heavily.

“You ok, old man?”  Logan looked up at him, who wasn’t hardly breathing at all.

“Ju-juusst st ttoopp kid.”  He couldn’t even look up at Peter, who was still standing over him with a smirk on his face.

“Ok, only if you admit you are soft!”  He said with an even bigger smile.  He had Logan right where he wanted him.

“Sure kid, I’m soft.  Now leave me alone!”

“Ok!”  And he went right back to playing his game as if nothing happened, as Logan sat up, red faced and finally getting his breath back. 

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

I love the dynamic of Peter 3 and Harry(raimi) i was wondering if you could do a gif of Peter 3 getting revenge on Harry and him being flustered and in a lee mood.

Hi! I was wondering if you could do Lee!harry and Peter 3 as the ler.

Lee Mood

Summary: See prompts above :)

(Two fic ideas, one fic 😁 ❤️ I hoping Three getting him back for trying to tickle him is okay ❤️😅 Anyway, hope you enjoy Anons ❤️ 😁)

"Harryyyy."

Harry tensed and looked up. "Otto?"

The man's entire lab stayed quiet. No one should be in there anyway. Otto and Peter 2 were supposed to be in a meeting right now with his Dad and the other two Peters weren't supposed to be in until later.

When no further response came, Harry shrugged his shoulders and finished hanging up his coat. "Just hearing things."

"Harryyyyyy."

The older man whirled around. "Peter? . . ."

Once again, no response came.

"Pete, if you're messing with me, you're doing a horrible job."

There was still no response, but Harry couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched.

A small scurrying sound made him turn in the other direction. ". . . Dad?"

The lab fell quiet again.

Harry moved a little closer to the desk. "Which one of you is it?"

A moment later, a blur lept from behind the desk. The figure crashed into Harry and the two tumbled to the floor.

Once the wind returned to the taller man, he looked up at his attacker. ". . . Three!"

The middle Peter laughed. "Yohou shohould hahave seen yohour fahace!"

The older man growled and gave Three a shove. "You jeherk!"

"Oho come ohon! That wahas hilariohous!"

Harry grabbed Three's shoulders and rolled onto his side.

"Wah! Hey!"

"Now thahat ihis funny," Harry replied while pinning Three.

The middle Peter whined. "No fair!"

"Ahall's fahair in fihights."

Three smirked. "Oho, so it's aha fihight you want!"

Before Harry could blink, Three was back over him while he was on the floor.

The grin on Three's face grew as he pinned down his older friend. "Thehen lehet's fihight!"

"Ack!" Harry jumped as his ribs were attacked by Three's nimble fingers. "Wahatch ihit Hotshohot!"

"What's wrong Sunshine? Ticklish!"

"Shuhut uhuUUUUP!"

"Oo!" Three dug into his lower ribs. "Sweet spot."

Harry lightly grabbed the middle Peter's wrists. His cackles filled the room as he squirmed in the hold.

"Tickle tickle tickle!"

The older man literally blushed. "NAAH! DONT SAY THAHAT!"

"Aww, why?"

"PETER!"

Peter 3 smirked as he spidered down to Harry's sides. "What's wrong?"

"Eek!" Harry actually snorted.

"Oh my word!"

The blush on the older man's face turned a shade darker. "Shut uhup!"

The middle Peter spidered back along Harry's sides for a second time. "Do it again!"

"Naha yohou je---." Harry got cut off by another snort.

"Yes!"

Harry gave his younger friend a playful shove. "Yohou're thehe wohorst!"

"But you haven't said the magic word."

The older man's face turned a shade darker. "Whahat wohord."

"Oh, yohou definitely knohow thehe word."

"N-noho Ihi don't!"

Three's smirk grew even more as he switched to pinching Harry's hips. "Yes you dohoho."

Harry squirmed back and forth, the occasional squeak slipping out. However, he gave no retort to Three's teases.

"Aww." The middle Peter leaned forward. "Does someone like the tickllllles?"

"Shuhut uUUUP JEHEherk!"

"Ihi thihink yohou doooo."

Harry squealed again as Three's fingers found a sensitive spot just above his hips.

"You juwst wove being tickwed."

"NAH! IHI WIHILL PUHUNCH YOU!"

"Yohoud behe more intimidating if you weren't giggling your head off ahand grihinning like a maniac."

Meanwhile, the older man twisted back and forth as the tickles made their way even higher.

"All this fight and you haven't told mehe thehe special word." Three paused the tickles and leaned forward. "Ihis someone ihin aha Lee mooood?"

"What's thahat?"

The comment made Peter 3 start in surprise. "You've never been in a Lee mood before?"

"Ihif Ihi have, Ihi dihidnt realize what it wahas."

"A Lee mood means you just get in to a mood where you want to be tickled to bits."

"Ohh. Like whehen yohou ahannoy one of us because you wahant tihickles so badly?"

Three's face flamed bright red. "Shut up, but yes."

Harry chuckled but a look of realization also appeared on his face. "Soho thahat's what I've been feeling."

"You've been in a Lee mood and didn't even realize it?"

"Well I didn't grow up surrounded by tickles so I never really got the desirheher fohor them."

"Fair." Peter 3 rolled up his sleeves and cracked his knuckles. "But we're about to change all that."

The older man's eyes widened at his friends actions. "W-wait! Whahat ahare you doihing!"

"Taking care of your Lee mood of course." Peter 3 dug back in. "I'm going to keep going until you tell me to stop."

And that he did.

[yallmakemyassitch]

A dead soul's dystopia (short continuation) + headcanons!!

Got some peeps telling me to continue the comic and telling me to give Andy raspberries so here you go lmao. Also here's some headcanons since I've been having brainrot of these two suckers since I finished that comic

Andy:

Andy is extremely ticklish within the game and reacts quite ridiculously to certain touches

He is often the target in tickle fights, which typically has him dog piled on top of and wrecked till he can't breath

His main ler is typically Felix; he's a cheeky, slippery fish, able to move quickly and catch him off guard fast enough to jump on him

Andy is a giant ball of nerves, able to giggle up a storm no matter where you touch (Felix loves to take advantage of that fact)

Andy refuses to speak of the time Felix got him while they were fishing on a boat and fell off, having to take a walk of shame back the far, soaked, meanwhile his fish friend teases him. Every time it's mentioned, he will walk out of the room without a word

This doesn't mean he isn't able to hold up his own in a tickle fight (if he's lucky)

He will absolutely conspire against his friends and get them to help him with the ambush; they will typically help but will sometimes turn the tables on him (aka Peter)

Andy is strangely heavy so uses that to his advantage pinning others down, having no qualms with teasing and even baby talking, but will respect their boundaries and stop when asked

Will blow a raspberry occasionally but they're so soft it can only his lee giggle like crazy 🥺

Peter:

A MONSTER

No questions asked

You'd be lucky to even touch the guy, he'll move so fast behind you, you won't notice until you blink

Godspeed o7

He's an unpredictable guy, no emotion or intent behind those lime green eyes of his, but once someone's been targeted, you can run and hide but he'll catch you eventually

He's a fan of playing a game of tickle tag within the maze of the barn, it will be very terrifying to you but to him, very amusing :)

Once he catches you, he'll praise you for your attempt and effort, but will quickly turn sinister and start teasing you

Now it isn't in your typical "coochie coochie coo" fashion but it's pretty clear he's mocking you for you goofy reaction

"Now now, why are you so nervous? Settle down, take a breath and don't panic. I'm not gonna hurt you."

Peter can read people like books, so will know just exactly where to attack, even at the smallest reaction

He graces his finger on your hip and you twitch? About a millisecond later he's drilling his finger into the bone but you can't buck him off since he's straddling you

oh well guess you'll just have to take it and hope for the best 🤷‍♀️

Primary victim is hard to determine as he rarely tickles someone

But when he does, it's usually Andy and BOY does he love tormenting the apple

He will inflict the worst methods on his ass and will not stop until he's satisfied, but this goes to everyone, so regardless of victim, they're gonna get got

Not ticklish. Don't try it trust me buddy it will quite literally save your life

Bro will turn around at a menacingly slow pace and by the time he's staring into your soul, it's game over

anyways someone make aaf tk fanfiction please I wanna read them

[amazingmsme]

Asdjgkglv okay so im currently LOVING your npmd stuff !!! (and excited for more soon!) - do you have any hcs for Ted and Peter being playfully combative brothers? I love the two of them so so much. OR do u have any hcs for Jason and Kyle with ler max? Kyle specifically gives off lee energy idk. Anyways i appreciate you sm <3 -🍍anon

Lzgwsldlqbs thank you so much! I’m so happy you’re enjoying it because I’ve been loving all the Hatchetfield content on here & I’m glad there’s a demand for it!

& how about BOTH! Literally all the characters in npmd are so fun & lovable I couldn’t say no💗 Again, this got a little long, so gonna put it under the cut so I don’t clog the dash lol

Ted & Peter

Idk the exact age gap between them, but I’m pretty sure it’s close to 10 years or somewhere in that range. So Ted was old enough to take care of him when their parents needed him to, & he adored everything to do with his little brother

He lowkey was mad when his parents would take him away for a nap or something because that’s HIS playmate to do with as he pleases!

They were definitely closer when Ted was still pretty young. He would make up games for them to play & Peter would go along with whatever his big bro said

This included a lot of roughhousing & play fights that Ted always won. He would make sure not to be too rough with him tho

Tickle fights were very common between them & Ted was absolutely ruthless, not that Peter really minded all that much when he was little. Now that he’s older he makes more of a fuss, but he knows it’s just Ted’s way to show him he loves him

Ted used to tickle him mainly to cheer him up or play but now he just does it to be annoying & see his baby bro smile because he doesn’t smile as much as he used to

When they were little, Peter would fight back but rarely win unless Ted let him. Now that he’s older he can hold his own & has gotten a fair amount of revenge after his growth spurt hit

It was the best thing ever when Peter saw that cocky ass smirk leave Ted’s face as soon as he realized what was coming

Ted is soooo annoying I love him so much he does everything he can think of to piss Peter off. He messes up his hair, smacks his phone out of his hands, walk up behind him & do that thing where you kick someone’s knee from behind, & Peter finally has enough of it & snaps

Ted canNOT take what he dishes out & Peter thinks it’s hilarious

When they play fight it always turns to tickling & when they have a tickle fight it slowly escalates to violence kzhwksnf

I love them so much I don’t think it’s healthy

Jock Trio

So we see how Max ain’t the nicest to his friends & still picks on them, so it’s only natural to assume he wrecks their shit at any given opportunity

Again for him it feeds into his power trip, but that’s only half of it. He really does love his friends & enjoys hearing them laugh

He resorts to tickling to make them laugh because he doesn’t think he’s all that funny. He doesn’t really know a lot of jokes so he resorts to Humor By Force

You are so SO right about Kyle giving off lee energy, he is so hyper & smiley dude just loves to laugh & hang out with his buds

Max teams up with Jason against Kyle most often, but if Jason is feeling down or looking particularly vulnerable he’ll rope Kyle into his scheme

Whenever he does this, he’ll tap them on the shoulder & just give them this look & they know what he means

Jason is a more equal match for Max & puts up more of a fight, so that’s why he tends to tickle Kyle more

Jason & Kyle also have tickle fights all the time! Kyle knows Jason is more playful & less mean with his teases than Max. But if Max walks in on them he will join in & help whoever is currently winning

Kyle is more ticklish & he has a really loud boyish laugh & it’s so cute! He throws his head back & laughs freely & doesn’t even fight back. He will just lay there & take it & weakly curl in on himself

His worst spots are his belly, thighs, ribs & feet

Jason has a deeper laugh but is still very bubbly & endearing

His worst spots are his armpits, hips, knees & sides

[writingfics-passingtime]

Hide and Seek

~6500 words of ler!loki fluff

CW: light swearing. Otherwise SFW.

As you army-crawled through an air vent of the Avengers Compound, you reminisced on some of the times the euphemism “sticky situation” was most applicable to you.

There was that time when you got the hiccups during a funeral. A mild embarrassment, nothing too drastic.

Another time, perhaps a bit more drastic, is when the branch you were perched on cracked just as an enemy convoy was passing underneath. You scrambled for another hold and managed to swing your body behind the large oak tree before the bullets could catch you.

Or that time an enemy clocked you from behind and knocked you unconscious. You woke up in a cage that was about to be dropped into the ocean when one of your colleagues, undercover on the bad guys’ side, took them all out and pulled you back onto the boat. That one took a little while longer to recover from, emotionally.

You could list off dozens of these cases. All of them mostly turned out okay because, hey, you were still alive. But dodging bullets, escaping cages, and a loud hiccup during a eulogy paled in comparison, in your mind, to the situation that had occurred not ten minutes prior to you crawling through this vent.

It was a relatively quiet morning in the compound. Most of the team, including you, had returned from a peacekeeping mission two days prior. Injuries were healing, nothing major, some minor scratches and bruises. Sam had a cracked rib and that was the worst of it really.

Leaving the comfort of your bed, you showered and slipped on some exercise clothing for the recovery training you’d do later in the day, then left your bedroom. Yawning loudly, you walked down the hallway to the kitchen in search of coffee. Wanda had just made a fresh pot. You could have kissed her. Instead, you hugged her tight from behind, declaring your love, and she cracked a smile, pouring you a mug and handing it to you without a word.

You blew on the steam as you two walked into the living room together and sat on the armchairs, chatting about the training you’d do later today and the movie you’d watched with Peter and Bruce last night.

“Ah, good morning, fair maidens” Thor’s voice boomed cheerily as he passed through the living room and noticed the coffee in your hands, nodding approvingly and seemingly going in search of his own.

“Where’s Vision?” You asked, taking another sip and leaning back in the chair.

“Mmm,” Wanda swallowed her sip and smiled, rolling her eyes, “Off doing this and that, being a pain in my ass.” Her playful tone told you she wasn’t actually annoyed at him. You giggled, knowing Vision had his ways of being painfully… Well, Vision.

“What’s he up to this time?”

“What’s who up to, this time?” Thor asked as he plopped himself down on the largest sofa, comically small cup of coffee in hand.

Wanda shook her hand dismissively, “Vis has been trying to be a more traditional boyfriend. Being sneaky and playful, trying to surprise me, things like that.”

“Ah! Excellent,” Thor grinned with a single nod of content. “He means to make you feel happy.”

“He does,” Wanda agreed, “Though I’d appreciate him not trying to jump out and tickle me every time I walk into our bedroom. Oh, ‘scuse me.” She noticed her phone ringing from the table and summoned it to her hand with her magic, as if it were a normal thing that someone would do.

Thor laughed and pointed at Wanda as she rushed out of the room, “Yes, a classic! Jane used to love it when I would get her laughing.” Wanda rolled her eyes but flashed him a smile as she left.

“She did?” You asked, carefully and incredulously. You and Thor were now alone in the living room.

“Oh yes,” Thor smiled and sipped his coffee again. “Women love to pretend they hate it, but it makes them happy to be tickled.”

You felt a bit of blush creep into your cheeks so you raised your mug to your lips, “I think that depends on the woman, Thor. Besides, not every woman is ticklish.” You cleared your throat and sipped your coffee nervously.

“I’m afraid I agree with the young agent here, brother.”

Your stomach tightened a bit as Loki sauntered into the room. Great. The last thing you needed was the tall, dark and handsome God of Mischief entering this conversation. He sat himself in the armchair across from you and made himself comfortable as he eyed the coffee in your hands, perhaps considering finding a cup for himself.

“Morning,” you smiled briefly and politely, then turned to Thor to try and change the subject, “How is Jane, anyway?”

“Oh she is very well, she-”

“Now, hang on a moment,” Loki interjected and looked at you with curiosity, though you could see a flash of mischief behind his eyes. “I don’t believe this conversation was over.”

“You’re right, Loki. It’s not over. We segued into something else,” you explained slowly and snarkily, like he was a child, “That’s how conversations work on earth.” You tried your best to look casual and collected, but you couldn’t ignore the pricks of heat in your cheeks. Neither could Loki and, now that you just talked down to him like an infant, he wasn’t going to let it slide.

“Oh, but I had questions,” Loki mused, “because if it depends on the woman… how about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you ticklish?”

You scoffed to hide the alarm bells that went off inside your head. Loki leaned forward in his chair, eyes trained on you to read every movement and reaction. You knew you had to tread very, very carefully. Loki learning you were helplessly ticklish was not high on your list of things you’d like to happen today. Being around him, you already had to compose yourself enough to not get flustered by his intense stare, his harmless flirting and playful nature. He already had enough power over you. But you couldn’t say no, because everyone says no and that’s just asking for it, so you tried to play it off.

Shrugging, you looked him calmly in the eyes and smiled, “Sure, a little bit. Isn’t everyone?”

Loki looked at you suspiciously, still trying to weed out any weakness, “And you’re just admitting that, are you?”

You laughed and shrugged again, “Why would I lie? People who try to tickle me get bored after a couple seconds because my reaction isn’t juicy enough. It’s not that bad.” You sipped your coffee and shot a glance at Thor, who seemed to have bought it.

“So where are you most ticklish, young maiden?” Thor asked innocently. You laughed again and shook your head, placing your coffee on the table and turning to rest your legs over the arm of the chair. You needed to appear relaxed, unafraid.

“That’s not information people willingly divulge, Thor.”

“Come now!” He laughed, “Why not? I’m most ticklish right here,” he declared, pointing to his hip. Loki watched your breath become shallower, still deciphering, plotting.

“Of course you’re not afraid to admit it, you’re incredibly strong,” you pointed out. “The rest of us have to contend with mere human strength, and the looming threats of demigods who would find any excuse to torture us.” You shot a glare at Loki, but felt the colour drain from your face when his features noticeably lit up with victory.

“Torture?” He mused, leaning back in his chair with a shit-eating grin. “Strong word for someone who’s… now, how did you put it? Just “a little bit” ticklish.” He put air quotes around the words he used against you.

“You know what I meant,” you scoffed again but a nervous laugh slipped through.

“Brother, I think I’m making her nervous,” Loki commented with a glance at Thor.

“No you’re not,” you lied, but you felt your composure slipping.

“Do you enjoy it?” He suddenly learned forward again, grinning when you flinched.

Your heart started beating just a little bit faster. “E-even though it’s not that bad, I still don’t enjoy it.” You tried not to stammer through your fib.

“Why not?” Thor laughed heartily, “It’s fun!”

“Not for everyone,” you snapped back a little too anxiously. Frustrated at yourself for losing your composure, you tried to reign it back in.

“Aw, come now,” Thor winked at you and teased, as if it were obvious to him, “You know you love being trapped and made to laugh.” You visibly shifted in self-consciousness and Loki’s plot began taking shape.

“Well she’s only ever been tickled for a couple of seconds, brother,” Loki interjected again with a false innocence, as if he were clarifying a fact. He then shot forward to the edge of his seat, elbows resting on his knees, a viscous smirk plastered across his face, speaking slowly and agonisingly, “How do you know you don’t enjoy it as Thor does? If you’ve never been trapped and made to laugh.”

“Hmm. You make a good point, Loki. You should consider that,” he nodded to you and sipped his mug, now fully aware of the devilish duel of wits and composure between you and his younger brother.

Your head spun as you tried to gather yourself. This couldn’t be happening. How did all the stars align for this conversation to occur when less than five minutes ago you were drinking coffee and chatting with your best friend?

“The same way I know,” you started, controlling your breathing, “That I wouldn’t like my leg to be cut off.”

Loki laughed sharply and leaned back again in his seat, like a lazy king on his throne. His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he dismantled you with his eyes. You immediately knew you’d spoken too drastically again.

“Your leg. Cut off.” He played with his fingers and spoke to Thor, not breaking his gaze on you. “The girl is unbelievably ticklish, brother. Look at how flustered she is.” He titled his head down and gave you a downright predatory stare, “She’s terrified of what I’m about to do.”

“No I’m not!” You urged through clenched teeth, but it was just the panic of being caught. The panic of Loki declaring his intentions. Loki stood slowly, and you quickly got to your feet and leapt behind your chair for protection. Thor looked on in amusement, knowing full well that you were screwed. It was going to happen, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

“Drop the act,” Loki sighed and tugged his sleeves slightly away from his wrists, “and let’s get this over with, shall we?”

“Loki, no.” You readied yourself to bolt.

“You never answered my question,” Thor laughed from the couch and wiggled his eyebrows at you, making this all so much worse. “What’s your most ticklish spot, little spy?”

You opened your mouth to protest but closed it again. Loki put his hands in his pockets and cocked his head, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly. “A useless question, brother. She’d only lie,” he sighed, cocked his head the other way and hummed sadly, speaking as though the situation pained him, “I’ll have to find it myself.”

“Don’t.” You held out a hand and flinched again, but he hadn’t yet moved. For some reason, his look of calm indifference was much more terrifying than the mischievous smirks and grins he wore before. He looked at you, stone cold, then tilted his head towards the door.

“Would you like the mercy of a head start?”

“I- You-... you can’t-” Your knuckles turned white from your grip on the back of the armchair as you stammered nervously. With a growl of frustration you took off down the hallway.

You’d always been quick and light on your feet, a trait that served you well as a spy. Something that didn’t serve you well is how short of a time it had been since you moved into the compound; you didn’t know many secret passages or good places to hide. Granted, it hadn’t been long since Loki had been brought here to stay, so he probably didn’t know either.

Not wanting to disadvantage yourself by trying to determine how far he was behind you, you opted to run as far away as you could before seeking a place to hide. Maybe he’d search each room on the way. Maybe he’d give up if you hid for hours.

A glimmer of hope appeared at the end of the hallway you just turned down. “Peter!” You whispered loudly. He whipped his head around in confusion as he saw you quickly approaching. In a split-second decision, you decided it would be better if Peter didn’t know why you were running. You loved the kid like a little brother but, hell, he had no poker face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, reading panic on your face. You quickly grinned.

“Hide and seek,” you lied, pulling him by the arm to run with you. “I need an air vent entrance.”

The teenager’s eyes lit up with joy and he grinned at the prospect of helping you win the game, and that you trusted him to A: know where the secret spots were, and B: keep your secrets safe.

“This way,” he whispered back and kept running in the direction you were already going. A door slammed in the far distance behind you, so you knew Loki was now on the move. The chase was on.

He led you into a large foyer area and you felt very exposed, turning to keep an eye on all the entrances. “Up there!” Peter pointed to the ceiling and you winced in panic. It was at least forty feet from the ground. You looked at him with pleading eyes and he grinned, holding his hand high in the air. He shot a web at the ceiling and was pulled towards it quickly. His fingers fiddled with the latch as he grunted, “it’s stuck!”

“Hurry!” You whispered loudly. Another door slammed closer by and you gasped in panic, your stomach growling with a lack of food and your nerves being on edge.

After several more agonising moments he declared, “Got it!” and pulled himself inside.

Not three seconds later, you sensed a presence in one of the foyer entrances about thirty feet behind you. You froze.

“Disappointing,” Loki’s dark rasp filled the room, “I would have thought you’d come up with a better escape route.”

You turned to look at him, but concealed the smirk on your face. He didn’t think you had an escape. He didn’t know about Peter. You held your hands high in the air, appearing to Loki as if you were surrendering, but Peter knew what to do. You heard the small sound of release and, less than a second later, felt a strong stringy substance wrap around your knuckles and interlace through your fingers. You clenched your fists and smirked at Loki before tugging to signal to Peter.

Loki noticed what was happening and charged at you with a growl, but it was too late. Peter’s super-strength and the stretchiness of the web careened you towards the ceiling where he caught your hands and pulled you into the large vent, releasing the webs from your fingers after you were safely inside. You stuck your head out of the vent and grabbed the side of the panel.

“Better luck next time,” you called to Loki and slammed it shut, suddenly losing your false confidence and breathing deep breaths of relief. “Thank you, Peter. You saved my life.”

“But… he found you,” Peter’s eyebrows knitted together, “Doesn’t he win?”

“He has to catch me,” you explained.

“W-why are you so nervous?” Peter chuckled, clearly confused.

You sighed and patted him on the shoulder. “It’s better I don’t tell you,” you smiled sadly, “You’ll need plausible deniability if Loki catches you too.”

“What, why?!”

“Thanks, Peter!” You whispered loudly and turned, and rushed in a crouched scurry towards where you thought your room may be.

So there you were, crawling through the vents on your stomach so you could move as quietly as possible. You peaked occasionally through one of the panelled doors, only once catching sight of Loki, who looked eerily bored. You occasionally paused to listen and feel for another presence in the vent, but none came.

With your general knowledge of the building you were in and the peaks you got at the hallway, you thought you’d be able to find the vent to your room, which would be a safe-haven. Though, it was proving difficult. Your watch told you you’d been in the vent for forty minutes and you felt pretty lost.

“Friday,” you whispered at your watch. “Please show me my room.”

“Of course,” Friday whispered back, following protocol to be subtle if spoken to in secrecy. A hologram appeared showing your room in its current state.

“Any life detected there?”

“None at all.”

“Great, please lock the door.”

“Door has been shut and locked.”

You heard a door shut and lock click not too far away and you swelled with hope. The compound was programmed so each patron had full exclusive access to their room, which could only be overridden in case of emergency. You couldn’t see into anyone else’s room, no one could see into yours. It was a feature you were very grateful for at this moment in time. Suddenly, the hologram of your room was replaced by Tony’s confused face. You audibly gasped and slammed a hand over your mouth to keep quiet.

“Hey, Jason Bourne,” he quipped, clearly in the middle of something in his lab, “What are you doing in my vents?”

“Hiding,” you shrugged.

“From?”

“Loki.”

“Uh-huh. And why, might I ask?”

“... Personal reasons.”

“I see,” his head tilted down as he did something that sounded like tightening a bolt. “You know, I’d probably meddle in whatever little game you’re playing if he hadn’t thrown me out a window when we first met.”

“Considering I’ve never thrown you out a window, how about you give me access to the compound data so I can track his movements?”

“Hmm, nah,” he winced as he tightened the bolt to its full security, “I’m firmly Switzerland. But bet’s on you, superspy!”

And with that, his face was gone. You breathed a sigh of relief and crawled towards where you heard your door shut.

When you finally reached your room, you carefully undid the latch and thanked the heavens your ceiling wasn’t also forty feet tall. You dropped and rolled, protecting your body as you finally felt safe in your room. Looking up at the panel, you wondered…

“Hey, Friday?”

“Yes?”

“Any chance you could close the air vent in my room?” It snapped shut. You smiled. “Thank you.”

Breathing another sigh of relief, you collapsed onto your bed and tried to calm your racing mind. You searched your brain for solutions, for ways out of this, but the inevitability of the situation slowly came crashing down. You would eventually have to leave your room, Loki would see you, he would chase you, he would eventually catch you and pin you down. He’d test every inch of your body, without mercy, until he discovered where you were most sensitive. And the worst part; he’d maybe discover that you liked it.

You’d told the truth earlier, about not having ever been tickled for a long period of time, but something about the conversation excited you. Life as a spy - everything was calculated. Aside from brief moments of affection with your best friend Wanda, or a fellow agent’s arm around your waist as you had posed undercover, you didn’t get to experience affectionate touch all that often. Loki’s fingers would be evil and determined and you weren’t sure you could classify them as affectionate… but it was a game, right? It’s supposed to be fun. At least, Thor was right, you found it fun, and you longed for those moments of release and carefree vulnerability.

You listened to music and did stretches in your room on a yoga mat for almost an hour before remembering you needed to eat. Some protein bars in your bedside table did the trick and staved off hunger for a little while longer. Lounging on your bed, you surfed Netflix until you found a docuseries that looked interesting. Three episodes later, you had almost drifted off when there was a knock on your door.

“Dinner time!” Steve’s friendly voice called, he tried to open the door but noticed it was locked. “We missed you at training. You feelin’ alright?”

“Fine! Just getting changed,” you fibbed and suddenly felt your cheeks flush hot at the prospect of seeing Loki at dinner.

“I’ll wait for you,” he offered. Not knowing what to say, you swore under your breath and pulled on socks and sneakers. Your sports shorts would have to do for now, and you pulled a hoodie over your t-shirt. You still felt exposed, but knew Steve would get suspicious if you waited any longer. You opened the door and he smiled at you as you shut it behind yourself.

“What���s for dinner?” You asked casually as you glanced up and down the hall for any sign of a certain demigod on a mission.

“Uh, I think Wanda’s made some Sokovian dish. It’s their independence day so she wanted to do something a little special.”

A smile pulled at your lips, “That’s nice.”

He chatted happily to you as you walked towards the kitchen together, discussing how training went today. You tried to engage in conversation but your mind was elsewhere, your hands wrung nervously in the pocket of your hoodie. Right before you were about to enter the living room, Steve’s eye caught a door and he did a double-take.

“Oh hey, the tape is gone. It must be all done. Have you seen this?” He nodded excitedly at a room you were about to pass and stopped in his tracks. “It’s a movie theatre, check it out.” He opened the door and you peered inside.

The room was dimly lit and housed a large number of comfortable lounging chairs and couches, all dark crimson. A pristine popcorn machine sat against the wall out of the way of the immensely large screen, and a small interactive screen on the wall, you guessed, was for selecting any movie you wanted. You grinned and shook your head, “Tony’s too good to us.”

“Yeah,” Steve made a noise of agreement. “It’s cosy and large and,” you furrowed your eyebrows when you felt his hand at the small of your back, then his voice turned low and menacing “it’s also completely soundproof.” You didn’t have a chance to question him before he shoved you inside and swung the heavy door shut behind him. The force of his shove caused you to stumble but not fall, you whipped your head around just in time to see the worst possible thing happen.

“Ohhh shit.” You watched in horror as the illusion of Steve lifted from Loki’s body, and he stood there with that same cold and indifferent look on his face. “Oh, SHIT!” You yelped again and backed up instinctively.

“Hello, darling,” Loki said in a low growl.

“No. No, no, NO!” You whined and took steps backwards as he took them towards you. “Loki, please,” you winced as your eyes darted around looking for the best way to jump in and around the sofas to make it back to the door, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to evade him. “Mercy, please.” You held out a hand as if to command him to stop taking steps towards you.

He shook his head, “You’ve had your mercy.”

“A head start is not mercy!” You whined, sensing the wall close behind you. “It made this all so much worse.”

“Not my fault you took the chance to run,” he smirked.

“It was your suggestion!”

“You took it.”

“Why shouldn’t I?!”

He smirked when your back hit the wall and you slowly sank down to the floor, cowering with your arms clamped down to protect as much of your torso as you could. He crouched in front of you and met your eyes with a startling intensity. "I'm the God of Mischief."

His hand shot out and grabbed your ankle. You gasped, pre-emptive nervous giggles bubbled over your lips as he stood and started dragging you towards the middle of the room.

“No, please,” you pleaded through giggles as you clawed at the carpet. He wasted no time pulling the sneaker off your foot and you gasped and cried out, “NO!” before using your other foot to try and kick him away. A fatal mistake. He caught your other foot, locking them both in the crook of his elbow as he pulled your other sneaker off. You were in an impossible situation, only your back on the carpet as he secured your feet high off the ground, you shook your head frantically and pleaded again through messy laughter but it was no use. He had already given you his mercy.

Loki had no intention of starting slowly, you learned when his fingers firmly and speedily began scratching at your socked feet. You squealed and jolted but succumbed to desperate giggly laughter, smacking your fists on the ground and covering your blushing face as his fingers wormed their way under your toes, around your heels, down your soles then over the tops of your feet. You tried to twist your body to hit at his ankles, but it was no use.

“I tried to be a benevolent captor,” Loki called to you over all your noise, clearly enjoying himself at how easily he was taking you apart, “choosing a room with all these options to make it more comfortable for you.” He sighed and slowed his fingers, not stopping completely. Looking down at you with a smirk he tilted his head towards a large four-seater couch. “Now, would you like to stay writhing on the floor like a rabid animal, or submit and let this happen somewhere more enjoyable.”

“I-I submit, I submihihit!” You cried, squealing again when his fingers flitted over the ball of your foot. He swiftly leaned down to scoop you up bridal style. A yelp left your mouth when he tossed you over onto the couch several feet away. Perhaps he thought he’d weakened you enough already, or that you would genuinely submit, but you were a desperate cornered prey and you were not about to give in that easily.

The second your body hit the couch you launched yourself over the back of it and bolted through the couches over to the door. Before your hand could grab the door handle you felt Loki’s arms secure around your waist and his clawed fingers, hitting as many spots as they could, wormed their way into your horribly sensitive sides and stomach. You hit out but accidentally catch the touch screen next to the door, causing the lights to dim to almost nothing. A movie started to roll on the main screen, and it was now the main source of light in the room.

Loki couldn’t help but grin at your shrieking laughter and how you crumpled against his evil touch. He didn’t relent as he carried you back to the largest couch. Your hands pushed helplessly against his as your begging was lost in your laughter; you couldn’t even form the words.

He put you face-down and sat straddling your hips, still working his fingers into your sides. “Why would you try to run? You must have known it would only make it worse for you.” He laughed and clicked his tongue when his fingers hit your ribs and you jolted harder than before. “Now, what’s this?”

“Dohohohon’t,” you laughed into the couch and clenched your arms that were clamped at your ribs as he tried to work his fingers into the bones. You felt him lift his body ever so slightly and roughly flip you around, grabbing hold of your wrists as he sat back down on your hips. His grin told you just how much he was enjoying this and you couldn’t help but be thankful he’d dropped the scary act. Mischievous and playful Loki was much more bearable.

He started working to pry your arms from protecting your body, doing so with a terrifying ease. Your eyes went wide as he pulled them higher and he eyed the t-shirt poking out from under your hoodie. “Ah, good, this can come off then,” he nodded before shooting you a smirk. You shook your head, having enjoyed the limited protection the thick fabric had provided you. He expertly slid his grip over your hands, bunching the fabric in his fists and giving it a firm and long tug. The hoodie slipped off your body, but your arms were free again. They shot back down to your sides to protect your ribs, but left your stomach vulnerable, even more now that the force of the hoodie being stripped off had left your shirt disheveled and exposing some skin.

You gulped for air while you could, letting out a brief cough. “You should really buy a woman dinner before you rip her clothes off.”

Loki chuckled and shook his head, “Attempting to seduce me will do nothing to help your case, but I do so appreciate the flattery.”

Your mouth went wide, “I wasn’t atte- NOHOHO!”

The words were killed by the squeals in your mouth when Loki’s hand shot back down to spider his fingers against the skin on your stomach. Still trying desperately to protect your ribs, your hands had limited range of function to try to protect much else. You squeaked through your laughter each time one of his fingers would find its way into your belly button, thrashing helplessly beneath him.

It was too late to pretend like your ribs weren’t your worst spot, Loki had clocked it the second you first reacted to his fingers there, but he was deathly curious to see how much you would endure to keep it from him. He moved from scratching at the bare skin of your stomach to drilling his thumbs into your hips, causing you to let out a small scream followed by loud laughter and further desperate attempts to twist out of his grasp.

Keeping his left hand on your hip, he reached behind him to squeeze at the muscle above your knee with his right hand. Your laughter went up a pitch as tears formed in your tightly-shut eyes, your torso lifted from the couch to sit up underneath him but your arms remained firmly at your sides. “P-PLEHEHEASE! LOKIHI!” You tried to fight him with as much strength as you could from your elbows down, hitting at his chest. As he switched his hands to attack the opposite hip and knee, he couldn’t shrink the fond grin on his face when he realised you weren’t really fighting as hard as you could.

He’d seen you around the compound, giving longing looks you thought no one saw when you observed others in displays of affection, whether platonic or otherwise. How you stole hugs from Wanda, or how you’d breath a sigh of contentment and smile shyly when someone would fall asleep on you during a movie. Truth be told, he’d had a soft spot for you from the first second you threw a witty comeback his way. You weren’t afraid of him, sure you were a bit nervous around him, but not in the way that made him feel like a monster. He knew you were enjoying this just as much as he was, but that wasn’t something he’d ever voice; he didn’t want to embarrass you like that. He had plenty of ways to fluster you, and this seemed like a game too precious to ruin. He also didn’t want to ruin it by pushing it too far, so his hands finally relented and he grabbed your wrists that were currently gripping the thick blue fabric on his shoulders.

“Would you really endure this for so much longer to protect that one spot from me?” He smirked down at you as you caught your breath, noticing the smile that stayed on your cheeks.

“I don’t back down,” you coughed, residual giggles leaving your mouth as you tugged on your wrists in his grip. You blushed when you realised your position still underneath him. His face was mere inches from yours and you desperately wanted to hide your hot cheeks from his view. You looked at the movie that had started on the screen and smiled softly, “this is a good one.”

“Well how about a bargain, then?”

You turned back to him and narrowed your eyes, “Do tell.”

“Darling, I simply can’t leave this worst spot neglected,” he smirked then gave you a fake sympathetic smile. You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off, “-ah ah. No, it’s not up for debate. But should you allow me access, instead of forcing me to weaken you further, I give you my word it will be the last of this torture. For tonight at least,” he added with a wink.

You winced and let out a small whine, and his heart unexpectedly fluttered when you rested your forehead on his chest in resignation. You breathed out a deep sigh and nodded, lifting your head back up, “UGH. Fine,” you glared at him, but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “But get off me, you’re heavy. I want to be comfortable for my last moments alive.” He laughed heartily and stood up, allowing you to stand but still holding your wrists. You shot him an unimpressed look, “I’m not gonna run,” you jeered.

“A wise decision,” he nodded as he released your wrists. You gestured to the couch.

“Sit,” you instructed.

“Ooh, yes madam,” he couldn’t hide his pride at his victory, and excitement at his coming prize. He sat down in the middle of the couch, legs apart as he usually sat. You sat down on the couch between his legs and focused your eyes on the screen, slowly lifting your arms with whimpers of nervousness. It was going to be bad. You knew you’d be done for. Your heart pounded in your chest as his arms wrapped under your arms and around your torso, pulling you into his chest. His fingers, not yet moving, rested wide apart on your ribs as your heart pounded in your ears.

“Just… go easy on me?” You spluttered as you felt his laugh rumble behind you. He leaned forward to whisper in a low seductive growl,

“Absolutely not.”

When his fingers started scratching firmly at your ribcage you thought for sure the entire compound would have heard your scream, soundproof room be damned. Loki was genuinely surprised at how violently you thrashed in his hold, actually feeling a bit of pain when your fists pounded on his forearms. He couldn’t help but laugh along with you, amused to the core by your reaction. You didn’t have the composure or wherewithal to form words to beg, and you knew they wouldn’t make a difference anyway. Knees curling in on yourself, your body fought hard against his devilish tickling fingers.

Weakened by your massive bouts of laughter, you didn’t have the energy to keep fighting against him. So when his fingers finally stopped scratching and instead dug in, vibrating harshly in every crevice, you only had one strong jolt in you before going limp and succumbing to your silent laughter, tears streaming down your cheeks, weakly writhing in his arms as you let the sensation overtake you.

Loki beamed at the happy mess he’d made you, finally slowing up when he noticed your silent laughter had gone on long enough to leave you needing air. He released his right arm from your body and used it to pull your knees over his right leg, turning you so your head could rest against his heartbeat. You coughed weakly and let yourself collapse into his chest, wiping the tears of joy from your still-closed eyes.

He breathed out a sigh of contentment and let his back rest against the couch, pulling you closer as your breath and heart slowed to normal. You finally looked up at him with an attempted menacing glare, he laughed again and raised his eyebrows at you,

“So, just a little bit?”

You groaned and buried your face in his chest. He wondered if you noticed his heart skip when you did so. Muffled by his thick blue protective clothing, you admitted, “Unbelievably.”

He smiled fondly, even though you didn’t see it, and kept holding you as you closed your eyes and rested against his heartbeat again. It was strong, steady and sounded quite nice mixed with the historical fiction romance that you’d accidentally set in motion during your fight for freedom. Loki’s warm hands were on you, one resting on your leg and the other still at your ribcage, but with only pure intentions this time. As you were wondering how long he would let you stay like this, you felt the beginnings of sleep tug at your mind. You couldn’t bear to fight it.

“I’m telling you, man. It would be so cool!” Peter urged Thor as they walked towards dinner together. The young spiderling had been trying to convince Thor to throw Mjolnir with Peter attached by web, then call the hammer back, slingshotting Peter at near the speed of sound.

“Sounds dangerous,” Thor grunted, but stopped and grabbed Peter’s shoulder with a gleam in his eye, “Let’s try tomorrow.”

Peter grinned excitedly, even more so when he noticed the tape to the new movie theatre had been removed. “Oh cool! Mister Stark said it was almost done, I wonder- oh.” Peter looked over to Thor from where he had peeked into the theatre. “Hey, Thor. How exactly does Hide and Seek work on Asgard?”

Thor gave him a confused look but then also took a peek inside, beaming at the sight before him. A movie played on the screen, illuminating the sight of your sneakers discarded on the ground, your sweatshirt thrown over a random couch, and you and Loki sleeping soundly with you held protectively against his chest.

Thor took the door handle from Peter and quietly shut the door, replacing his hand on the boy’s shoulder to lead him towards dinner.

“I’ll explain when you’re older.”

[lokust]

For the fox requests, ler Miguel and lee hobie, where hobie has been annoying him all day so he wrecks him?

I love your work btw

“And you… I tried to ignore you but I just can’t.”

“Just pretend I’m not even here”.

Hobie had made that sound much easier than it was- much much easier than it could ever be, and Miguel was starting to question how anyone in the Spider Society had managed to stay sane with the Spider Punk around.

“I just don’t get it, Peter. I mean.. the kid’s insane. All he does is cause problems for me- and not in the same way Miles causes problems, no. It’s worse. Hobie does it on purpose.”, Miguel sighed, leaning back in his chair as he finished his rant to Peter B, who was… definitely listening as he crocheted Mayday a rather adorable hat.

“Oh, come on, Miguel”, Peter started, furrowing his eyebrows as he concentrated on the difficult pattern he was trying to create, “The kids really aren’t that bad. I mean, sure, Hobie can be a handful, but most of the time he’s trying to get a rise out of you”, he said as he put down the crochet hook, standing up and examining the little hat with a content smile. “And besides…” he started to leave the room, stopping to stand beside Miguel for only a moment, reaching a hand out “You make it really easy”.

It was that damn spider-sense that Miguel didn’t have that left him vulnerable and had him squirming from the prodding of Peter’s fingers against his side, though they were gone in an instant as Peter left the room. Still, the blush that covered his cheeks as he grumbled was very much there as he huffed and tried to shake off the residual tingles.

“Stupid fuckin… ticklish spider people”, he muttered to himself as he sat, considering what to do about Hobie’s attitude. He stayed like that for quite a few minutes, fiddling with a pen as he considered how he’d ever manage to get Hobie to just listen for once, but after a while, he’d lost his train of thought. He found himself thinking about anything and everything that could worm its way into his mind, and he’d never admit to the small, rare smile that tugged at his lips as he thought of how Peter previously poked and prodded at his sides.

Suddenly, Miguel snapped himself out of it with a faint blush dusting his cheeks, his eyes widening as that small smile turned to a smirk as he had what he considered a phenomenal idea.

“..Ohoh… I’m gonna get that little shit so good.”

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“Aye, look who’s here!”, Hobie said as he swiveled in his chair at the sound of an opening door, “What’s got you smilin’ like that, bruv? Never seen you happy before a day in my life- it was the only thing I liked about you, really”

Miguel’s smile dropped instantly, his top lip curling as he became irritated already, but he took a deep breath and pulled himself together as he remembered Peter’s words.

“He’s only trying to get a rise out of you.”

‘Right..”, Miguel thought as he took another breath, ‘He’s looking for a reaction’

‘…and he’s about to get one.’

Really, that was the only reason Hobie went out of his way to aggravate Miguel. He knew how easy it was to piss the guy off.

Miguel huffed as Hobie simply sat there, his legs propped on the table as he looked at his phone with a smug grin. There was silence for a few moments until.. thwip.

Hobie’s eyebrows furrowed as he realized his arms were stuck to his sides, his phone still in hand as he struggled against the orange webs, “Wh- are you serious? Real fuckin funny, mate. Now, let me go”, he demanded in an irritated tone as he sat up straight.

Miguel clicked his tongue as he approached the punk in a slow, almost stalkerish manner. “You know, Hobie. I struggle to deal with all of you kids. I mean, Gwen doesn’t listen to me, Pav is just all over the place all the time, and Miles… well, he’s just Miles.”

Hobie glared at the older spider as he spoke whilst he paced back and forth.

“I’ve managed so far with those three, but you… I had no idea what I was gonna do with you. I thought about it and thought about it for quite some time. You see, Hobie, you’re nothing like the other kids, and I respect you for that, but I had no idea how to work with you. You have nothing in common with them…”, Miguel placed his hands on the back of the chair, leaning down a bit, “Or so I thought… then I remembered the one tiny little thing that all spider people have in common…”.

Hobie swore he could hear Miguel grinning, but still, he sat there, completely unamused by Miguel’s little speech. “Is that supposed to scare me, old man? I’m not afraid of you. I ain’t got no reason to be afraid of you- or anyone for that matter. Now, get me out of these fuckin wEBS- ACK!”.

Hobie’s eyes widened for just a moment as he tried to twist to the left upon feeling one single claw prod at his side. He swiveled a bit in the chair to look at Miguel, who he could see now was wearing a shit eating grin. Hobie’s face turned to one of obvious irritation as he tugged harder at the webs, trying his best to get out of them. “Don’t even fuckin try it, mate. I swear to god I’ll- nngh! S-Stop that!”, he squeaked again as he felt a claw prod at his other side now

Miguel hummed, a triumphant grin on his face as he continued to give his speech. “See, to get to you, I just had to use the one thing that gets to every spider person”. Finally, he reached down and dig five claws into each of Hobie’s sides, “and you’re just as sensitive as the rest of us~”.

Hobie clenched his eyes shut, tightening his fists in an attempt to ease the horribly ticklish sensation. He was finding it harder and harder to fight the giggles bubbling in his throat. “You- You ohold bastard! Quihit it!”, he attempted to bark the words, but they came out through broken, poorly suppressed laughter.

Miguel squeezed and clawed at Hobie’s sides that were somewhat protected by the thin t-shirt he was wearing. But as he realized Hobie was doing a rather good job at holding back, the older hummed and tickled his way down to Hobie’s hips, finding the hem of his shirt and worming his fingers underneath it.

As Hobie continued to struggle against the webs, his eyes snapped open when he felt those claws against the bare skin of his hips. He jerked violently, squealing as he twisted his hips “NO- Nono nohoho! Fuhuhuck you, get AWAHAY FROM THEHERE!”.

Miguel seemed almost taken aback as the floodgates of desperate, ticklish laughter seemed to open suddenly. “Get away from the hips, huh? That’s pretty interesting. I thought all spider people had the same ti- uh… sensitive spots”, he said, blushing as he stammered over the t-word. “But you continue to prove me wrong…”

As badly as he wanted to, Hobie couldn’t keep himself from laughing as Miguel squeezed his hips rapidly, occasionally wiggling his fingers against the hipbone, “NohoHOHO! Fuhuck you! St-STOHOP IHIT YOU OLD FUHUCK!”, he twisted his hips as much as the webs allowed him to, occasionally arching his back in an attempt to get away, but those claws seemed to be attached.

Miguel hissed a bit through his teeth, Hobie’s insults certainly not hitting as hard as the poor boy laughed himself to death “Old fuck, huh? You know, you really need to watch your language, Hobie. Maybe I can fix that too”, Miguel teased, his method changing from rapid squeezing and wiggling to quick scratches and spiders against the punk’s hipbones.

Miguel really couldn’t care less about the kid’s language, he just wanted to tease Hobie.

Hobie’s laughter raised in both pitch and volume as his thrashing became frantic. He knew his hips were ticklish, but he’d never in his life been tickled like this and those fucking claws were driving him mad. “NNGH- StahaHAP! Shihit that tihIHICKLES!”.

Miguel huffed out a laugh as he laid off that particular spot, deciding to worm his claws up to Hobie’s sides very carefully as not to scratch him. Hobie’s laughter became less hysterical instantly, though it was still obviously a very ticklish spot.

“Mmm, sorry, kid. If you want me to stop, you gotta apologize for all the trouble you’ve caused, and then maybe.. I’ll let you go”, Miguel said, smiling like a Cheshire cat as he gently scratched at one side while digging into the other relentlessly.

Hobie hiccuped as he shook his head in response to Miguel’s words, “F-Fahahat chance, m-ATE! NOHOT THE HIPS AGAIN, FUHUCK!”. His laughter was full of little squeaks and hiccups as Miguel’s claws descended to his hips again.

“Yeahhh, that’s not gonna cut it”, Miguel said with a sigh as one hand squeezed from Hobie’s hips up to his sides while the other squeezed from his sides down to his hips before they swapped, keeping Hobie in a horribly ticklish frenzy. “Come on~ all you gotta say is one little word and you’re free! Unless… unless you don’t want me to stop~”, he teased, smirking as he continued to tickle at a steady pace.

Hobie’s eyes widened at the implication, and he didn’t even wanna get into why it made him blush so goddamn much, but as it started to become more difficult to form cohesive thoughts, he finally gave in

“N-NahaHAha! Okahay OKAY! I’m sOHOrry! I’m sohorry! J-Just stohop! Plehease!”

Miguel smiled victoriously as he slowly ceased his tickling fingers. Using one claw, he ripped the webs that held Hobie in place, chuckling as the usually tough Spider Punk became nearly limp in the chair.

“You-“, Hobie started as he took deep breaths, fighting off residual giggles as his hips and sides still tingled “You. Are. Awful.”, he said, glaring at Miguel as he swiveled and propped his feet on the table again.

Miguel just shrugged, “And you’re a lot squeakier than I thought you’d be”, he shot back with a smile- a genuine smile.

Hobie sat in silence for a moment, still glaring, but as he looked at Miguel and saw that happy smile that was so rarely seen, he just huffed and went back to playing on his phone “Whatever”, he grumbled.

As Miguel stood there, still poking fun at Hobie, he thought to himself.

‘Maybe these kids really aren’t that bad…’

And as Hobie sat, pretending to ignore the older spider, he thought to himself as well.

Maybe he enjoyed spending time with Miguel…

..and maybe he really didn’t mind the tickling that much either.

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AHHH YAY THE FIRST OF A FEW REQUESTS!! I’m very happy with the way this one turned out, and I hope I did the request justice!

[i-always-wanted-brothers]

Peter 1 Ler headcanons?

Here you go! Sorry for the delay, I'm going to start writing some every day (maybe not a post every day) so stuff is going to be more regular now! I'm tagging @parker-fluff and @tklfluff because i know you guys have been having a rough time, so maybe this can help cheer you up!

Peter 1 Tickle Headcanons (Ler)

Peter 1 is a super sweet ler (no surprise)

That doesn't mean he is going to go easy on his victim, but he does always check that they're doing okay

He very often says things like "is this okay?" "are you still having fun down there?"

If he feels like the other person needs a break, he'll just stop completely and sit back on his heels while they take a breather

At this point he tries to make them say where he should tickle next, doing wiggly fingers at them if they're taking a while

If someone takes TOO long though, he'll loudly go "TIMES UP!" and dive into their death spot

He tends to giggle along with the lee while he tickles them, he's just having fun!

He's really funny when tickling someone because he can't stop giggling while he's trying to tease them

Don't get me wrong, he knows how to tease (how can he not when he gets it so much from the other Peters?)

But whether because he's a bit flustered himself or because he thinks its funny, he can't keep a straight face for his life

He sometimes tries to act scary or like he's interrogating someone while tickling them, but again he can only hold his "scary face" for so long

Being the littlest, he doesn't tickle Peters 2 and 3 super often by himself but its very common for one of them to enlist him in ganging up on the other

When he's helping take down one of the other Peters, he tends to pin them down and suggest where the ler should tickle next or act like he doesn't know what's going on

His favorite thing to do when helping gang up on someone is to say the other person isn't doing it right and then proceed to "show them how its done"

He doesn't really tickle attack people out of the blue, only if its part of a game or they're totally asking for it, HOWEVER he will absolutely goose someone sides or spider at their neck in passing

He loved loves to do that to Aunt May when they're both trying rush out the door in the morning

Sneaking up behind Ned and squeezing his sides is a favorite of his too

One time he tickled Peter 3's neck while passing him in the hall but got wrecked so bad that he's never done it again

He really likes to tickle people to cheer them up (after checking if they're okay with it ofc)

Because of this he's really good at sweet, gentle tickles, just enough to keep someone laughing but not to tire them out quickly

Really likes lightly tickling his brother's backs or arms to help them fall asleep

[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

Ler!Harry Osborn Headcanons

TASM!Harry x reader (ft. Peter and Gwen again)

Strictly SFW; full of fluff and rather flustering, please expect a bunch of self indulgent bullshit 💚

Note: Again I repeat Harry Osborn deserves the world and I love him. And for the sake of these hcs let's just pretend he didn't become the Goblin because he was successfully cured and he's still friends with Peter and the clock tower tragedy never happened T-T

This headcanon post is another collab with @chailattef because both of us absolutely adore Harry and have a plethora of headcanons to share (and still do so this'll def get a part 2 along with the lee!Harry headcanons) So I hope you enjoy these headcanons we've conjured up!!!

Headcanons under the cut

Ahaaa... You're completely and utterly done for if Harry finds out you're ticklish-

Harry is TERRIFYING as a ler but not because he's ruthless or mean about it (he's a sweetheart and I stand by that)

What makes him a terrifying ler is that he's genuinely having so much fun tickling you, and he's gonna repeatedly TELL YOU how much fun it is

And if you're a lee who is shy or easily flustered, it's HELL (not that you mind 🥴)

"Hahaharryyyyy! DohOHON'T juhuhust sahahahay thahahaaaaat!"

"Buhut ihihit's truhuhue! IhIt's fuhuhun to tickle youhou!"

*cue you screaming into your hands or hiding your face because this angel genuinely does not understand just how badly he flusters you (or maybe he does~ teasy little shit /lh)*

One of his FAVORITE things to do is to teasingly wiggle his fingers closer and closer and right when he's mere centimeters away from your tickle spot he'll stop because you YELP and he finds it cute (he'll tell you that too)

Harry LOVES anticipation. Seriously. He will build it up as much as he possibly can before it starts getting to him too and he can't hold off on tickling you any longer. He'll also tell you he couldn't wait any longer cause he really wanted to tickle you (AGAJAJSJDKSKDN 🤭 This sweetheart just really likes you and he really likes your laugh okay? 🥺)

The first time he tickled you was after you tickled him for the first time. This cinnamon roll had so much fun because it's just so affectionate and joy inducing and he felt so loved so of course he's gonna wanna tickle you back (he's touch starved to hell and back 🥺. Again I say, fuck you Norman Osborn 🖕🏾)

Being a ler is just the perfect opportunity to let out ALLLLLLL his playfulness. I mean ALL of it. Brace yourself lmfao

He's gonna cutesy talk you (fuckin Peter TAUGHT him how to cutesy talk a lee because he's a little shit LMAO) and you cannot do anything about it

How did Peter teach Harry? By wrecking him with tickles and using the cutesy talk on HIM

"Peter. Can you teach me that?"

"What, the cutesy talk?"

"Yehes! I want to know how to do that!"

"Yeah? Ahalright."

*cue Peter tackling Harry to the floor and using every last bit of cutesy talk he knows while tickling him (I mean, it WORKED, so)*

You know the breathy, whispery, sort of cutesy talk? Yeah. That's Harry's specialty (and this headcanon is totally not because of that dream I had where Harry nuzzled my nose and cutesy-talked me like that. Totally not /s)

When you find out that PETER taught him and threaten to kill Peter or kick his ass for giving Harry such tactics, you are in TROUBLE

"IhIhI'm gohohohonna kihihihill youhou, PeheheHETEHEHERRR!"

"Ahh... Threats are off limits. I think you need an attitude adjustment, Y/N."

*cue Harry absolutely wrecking your shit (which he's scarily good at for not having much experience with tickling in general)*

He's terrifyingly good at cutesy talk and he's always got that ADORABLE smile on his face. Fully expect him to be giggling along with you when he cutesy talks you (somehow it makes it even MORE flustering if he's also giggling)

"Whahat's wrong~? It tickles? Yeah? YEAH~? IhIt's suhupposed to! It's supposed toooooo~!"

Sometimes though, he'll get all pretend serious and your heart just DROPS and you SHRIEK- at which point Harry starts giggling again. He knows what he's doing (adorable meanie)

Adorably fun fact: Harry is the only person who can genuinely catch Peter off guard to the FULLEST extent with tickling, because the spidey senses don't see him as a threat (cute. CUTE. ADORABLE. HELP)

You're gonna get ganged up on with tickles by Peter and Harry. A lot. I mean like every time the three of you are in a room together

They LOVE bouncing teases off each other. Their teamwork when it comes to flustering you is honestly adorable.

There's one in particular that they ALWAYS do and it kills you- They'll be tickling the daylights out of you and acting like they're typing on a computer (evil. EVIL) Harry's nails tickle so badly it's not even funny

"Peter, why is the computer giggling?"

"I uh... I couldn't tell you, but something's clearly wrong with it. It keeps moving and messing up my typing!"

"Fuhuhuhuck bohohoth ohohohof youhouhou!"

"WOAH! The computer's swearing, Harry!"

"Oh well, it's clearly gained sentience. We gotta teach it some manners."

*cue the tickling getting a good ten times worse (again, not that you mind at all)*

In the instances where you plead for Gwen to save you, she'll come to your rescue and tickle both of them to the ground and absolutely destroy them with tickles

"You two never learn. Do you?"

And they don't DARE try to get her back either LMAO. They're too scared. She's got this badass intimidating glare and the moment they see it they're backing down from retaliating

However, if you make a smart remark while they're getting wrecked, they're gonna come after you as soon as they've recovered from laughing. And then, just simply call for Gwen again and those two adorable fools will be wrecked again and this time you'll be helping

"Noho, they clearly don't ever learn."

Harry loves getting sassy with you when he's tickling you and it's so cute

"Youhour nahahahails ahahare soHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!"

"Really? They're prehetty flawless to me~"

This honey bun is so ADAMANT about loving your smile and your laugh no matter how embarrassed or ashamed you feel about them, and he will bluntly tell you with the cutest look in his eyes. Pure honesty

"Wait! Please don't hide. I really like your smile!"

"Nooo. Don't suppress any of your laughter. Y/N, your laugh is adorable."

*cue you then hiding your burning face because Harry's being so genuine and sweet and you can't handle it 💖*

Sometime when you sass him he'll challenge you to repeat what you said and his tone of voice just tells you that you're absolutely screwed

"Look me in the eyes and say that again."

*cue you SQUEAKING and hiding your face while Harry genuinely audibly goes "awww" because you're so CUTE*

He has so. much. fun. making you laugh (this precious cinnamon bun deserves the universe) He likes you and seeing you all bubbly and giggly just warms his heart and makes him so happy. Please just give him all the love he deserves he world

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I CANNOT I CANNOT HARRY IS SO PRECIOUS PLS- @chailattef has just amplified my love for Harry a million times over /gen /pos

Seriously someone show Harry some affection rn he's an angel and he was so screwed over in the movie 🥺

[giggles-and-tiggles]

Let Me Work!

You guys are really passionate about people sending me prompts, huh? XD I really appreciate it! Thanks for complimenting my work! It really means a lot to me. I was happy to make this fic! We all need some lee and ler Peter in our lives, right?

PLATONIC Peter x Reader

Summary: When Peter needs to work on an assignment that's worth almost half of his overall grade, you feel bored and the need to play. You try to take his attention off of the work, but it backfires when the tables quickly turn.

Word Count: 1,250

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You excitedly ran through the doors of the Avengers compound. Today was the day Peter promised you that you would spend the whole day together. Peter was your best friend and you never really got to hang out with him because of missions, and hero work. But today was going to be different. You and Peter were going to have a ball together. You made your way up to Peter's only to see him slumped over his desk with papers and books scattered all around him. He had one hand in his hair, while to other hand was messily scribbling down some words in a book.

"Wha - What are you doing?" You said, sadness taking over your voice.

Peter looked up at you with a sorry expression. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I know we were supposed to hang out today, but something came up."

You made your way over to his desk and looked down at what he was doing. "C-Can't you just do the work later?"

"No can do, Y/N. This project is worth half of my grade and it's due tomorrow." Peter sighed.

You felt as if you could cry. You were looking forward to this day for weeks and now it can't happen. But you were still the kind of person to make the most out of a bad situation.

"Well, that's alright!" You said. "We can still hang out, I'll just sit on your bed and keep you company." You made your way behind Peter and took a seat on his bed.

"Y/N, I can't have any distractions." Peter stated.

"Okay, then. I won't talk." You said pulling out your phone and scrolling through social media. Peter turned around with a sigh and a smile and got right back to working.

The room was silent for a long while. With Peter flipping pages and writing things down, and you on his bed mindlessly pushing buttons and scrolling through random things, bored out of your mind. You let out a sigh and crawled closer to Peter's desk. You poked his back and he jerked violently.

"Y/N! Cut that out!" Peter demanded, but couldn't help the smile growing on his face.

"Pete, I'm bored!" You exclaimed.

"That's not my problem, Y/N/N!" Peter said, spinning around in his chair. "Go hang out with Mr. Stark!"

"He's in his lab with Dr. Banner."

"Go hang out with Steve."

"He went somewhere with Bucky and Sam."

"Wanda?"

"Wanda went somewhere with Pepper and Nat."

"THOR?"

"Thor... I don't know where Thor is."

Peter simply sighed.

"Everyone knew that we were supposed to be occupied today, so they went out to go do their own thing." You said.

Guilt soon took over Peter's facial expression. But he knew he had to get this project done.

"Y/N, as soon as I'm done with this, we can hang out together for the rest of the day. But this project is really important to me and I have to finish it today." Peter explained.

You looked at Peter with nothing but understanding. "Alright, Pete. No worries." You smiled. He smiled back and poked your side, before returning to his work. You giggled and fell back on the bed. You pulled out your phone again and decided to talk to some friends from school to pass the time.

An entire hour had passed and you were going crazy. How long was the project going to take? You arrived at Peter's room at around 8:42am and now it was 9:57am.

You sat up and poked Peter's side. He jerked violently and almost dropped his pencil. "Y/N dohon't!"

You smirked and poked both of his sides with both of your pointer fingers. You watched him jerk and flop around hilariously in his chair.

"Y/N stohohop!" He giggled, trying to grab at your hands. That's when you changed your poking into squeezing. Peter's laugh became louder and more frantic.

"What's the matter, Pete? A little too ticklish?" You teased.

"STOHOHOP Y/N!" I'm ahahalmost fihihihinished!" He laughed.

"Oh great!" You said making your tickling more sporadic and unpredictable. Peter clamped his arms down to his sides and laughed.

You shoved your hands into his armpits and he lost it. He threw his head back cackled.

"STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT! AHAHA PLEHEHEASE Y/N!" He begged, kicking his legs under his desk and trying to roll away in his chair.

"No, I don't think I will-" You were cut off by a sudden swift movement. Peter had spun around, hoped off his chair, grabbed your wrists, and pinned you down on the bed.

"You have your fun, Y/N?" He asked, towering over you.

"Mhm."

"Oh that's great, because now it's my turn." Peter said before digging his hands into your ribs.

"Peheheter w-AHAHAHAHAHAIT!" You squealed, pathetically trying to hit his hands.

Peter scribbled his hands all over your torso, seeing what spots made you react the worst and staying there for a while. All you could do was toss your head back and laugh.

"What's the matter, Y/N/N? A little too ticklish?" Peter teased.

"DOHOHOHON'T SAHAHAHAY THAHAHAHT, YOHOHOU JEHEHEHERK!" You squealed.

"Oh? But you said it to me first!"

Peter lifted up your shirt to reveal your tummy and blew a huge raspberry. Your laughter got loud and desperate. You starting hitting his head and grabbing at his hands, trying to get him to stop. But the more you hit him, the worse he made the raspberries tickle.

"NAHAHAO! NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHORE!" You screamed.

"More? Whatever you say, Y/N." Peter looked up at you with a wink.

You squealed and kicked when Peter started wiggling his fingers on your sides and blowing raspberries above your belly button.

"PLEHEHEHEASE PEHEHETER! IHIHIHIHI'M BEHEHEHEGGING YOHOHOU! STAHAHAHP!"

"Maybe you shouldn't have tickled me first, Y/N/N."

"IHIHIHI'M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!"

Peter didn't listen to your desperate pleas, he just continued tickling the life out of you. You tried to roll off of the bed, but Peter always caught you and kept you in his grasp. You had nowhere to go.

Peter pinned one of your arms above your head and dug into your armpit. You squealed and tried to fight him off with your free hand, but of course it didn't work.

"PEHEHEHETER EIIHEHEHEHEHE! STAHAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEASE!"

"No, I don't think I will." Peter said with a smirk.

"YOHOHOHOHOU JEHEHEHERK!" You cried.

Peter placed his hands on your tummy and wiggled his fingers all around. You instantly dissolved into loud giggles.

"You're super ticklish, Y/N. It's so cute." Peter said, bringing his face closer to yours.

"Stohohohop!" You giggled, trying to pry his hands off of you. Peter picked up on the desperation in your voice and decided it was time to give you break.

"Ughh, fine." Peter finally let you go and you gasped for air.

You looked up at Peter and saw him getting dressed.

"What- what are you doing?" You asked.

"Getting ready. You still want to hang out, right?" Peter smiled.

You looked over at Peter's desk. "What about your project? Did you finish it?"

"Nah. But it's only a little bit of work left. I can do it when we come back."

A warm feeling rushed throughout your body. You really loved Peter, he was the greatest friend you could ever ask for. "Alright."

Peter took your hand and rushed out of the door. Your day was great. You couldn't imagine spending this beautiful day with anyone else.

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[hiddlesbummmm]

Here is a Loki X Peter fic requested by @lokiisiconic Thank you so much for the fun idea, I hope you like it!

Warnings: SFW Tickle fic

Words: 2403 Ler Loki X Lee Peter

The case of the missing helmet

To say Peter was nervous was an understatement. The better term would be Freaking the F out.

Peter was supposed to have thought of a special item to bring to class and present it as a show and tell presentation for his Public Speaking class, but he had been lazy all week and hadn’t asked anyone in the compound if he could borrow their stuff. His classmates knew Peter worked with Stark industries as an intern, so all week they were pestering him on what cool Avengers-themed item he was gonna show off.

Now Peter was kinda in a conundrum. He knew he had to find something that would blow the minds of his peers, be school safe, and ensure he wouldn’t be murdered for taking it.

His first option was of course Bucky’s arm. How cool would that be! The only issue is there would be no way in hell Bucky would let him borrow that. I mean, he kinda needed it. Thor’s hammer was another great idea except for the fact that he couldn’t lift it and he couldn’t bring Thor into his school. Peter really wanted to borrow something from Tony’s lab, but Tony already vetoed that idea and even if Peter tried to steal something without Tony knowing, he knew Friday would rat him out. ( She was such a traitor sometimes).

Peter was pacing around the compound looking into every nook and cranny to see if anything sparked an interest. He looked in closets, storage rooms, the basement, and even in the training room. But nothing piqued his interest. Peter was about to give up and accept his failed grade when he walked by an open bedroom. He subconsciously glanced inside while he was walking by and something shiny caught his eye. It was a beautifully crafted golden warrior's helmet with a unique set of horns that popped out of the front. He was standing in front of Loki’s room.

Peter shivered at the thought of Loki finding out Peter messed with his stuff. He knew Loki would probably hurt him, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Peter quickly checked out his surroundings. Not a soul was in sight. As long as Peter returned his helmet before Loki noticed it missing, how would he know he took it in the first place? He just needed it for the afternoon, and he would return it as soon as school was out. Besides, Loki spent most of his day in the library on the far side of the compound, so he would never even know.

Peter quickly stepped into Loki’s room, grabbed the helmet, and made a mad dash out of there before anyone saw anything.

Unfortunately for Peter, someone was watching his every move. And this certain someone just happened to be the owner of this helmet. Loki was peering around the corner as the high school boy waltzed into his room and took his prized possession. Loki thought about confronting him right then and there but decided it would be a much better idea to wait until he returned it so he could determine what this boy's fate would be.

Now Loki did like the boy. Peter was like a goofy immature little brother to Loki. He didn’t want to harm the boy in any way but knew he needed to be taught a lesson for taking things without asking. If Peter had asked, he would have said yes in a heartbeat. He loved the idea of his stuff being shown off to a group of young midgardians.

Loki then remembered a recent memory of Peter getting in trouble with Tony after he had borrowed his tools and not given them back. Tony ruthlessly tickled the boy until he begged for him to stop. This was the perfect way to punish him! Now he just needed to wait for the boy to return from school.

A few hours later….

Peter’s project was a huge success! His classmates thought the helmet was sooooo cool and couldn’t believe that Peter had met the mysterious God of Mischief! He even was lucky enough to get special attention from MJ. Now all he had to do was sneak back into Loki’s room and put the helmet back without being caught by anyone. He could do it, his spidey senses made him an excellent spy and allowed him to sneak around without making a peep. If anything, this would be good practice for his next mission.

When Peter reached the compound, he decided the best way to sneak in would be to carefully remove one of the second-story window screens and sneak in that way. He had purposely left one unlocked so he could crawl in without risking walking through the common room or kitchen area and running into someone. The lights in the hallway were dimmed, which made it extra easy to creep his way towards Loki’s bedroom.

Little did poor Peter know, Loki was waiting for him in the shadows of the hallway. Loki’s room was on the corner of the hallway that curved into an L shape. At the end of the L was a bathroom, but you couldn’t see it from Loki’s door, so poor Peter would have no clue that’s where he was lurking. Loki listened as he heard his door creak open. He then quietly tiptoed to his bedroom door and waited for the young boy to turn around.

Peter carefully placed the helmet back onto its stand next to Loki’s closet door. Peter was amazed at how clean his room was. He had a nicely organized bookshelf that was packed with books on magic and a nice chair for reading in the corner. After observing the God’s room, Peter carefully made his way towards escape.

Peter slowly pulled the door shut, only a slight creak was made. Peter chuckled a little to himself. He had successfully gone undetected. Peter was about to make his way to the kitchen to get some food when all of a sudden a voice behind his head whispered “ Boo” and instant shivers coursed down Peter’s spine. Peter let out a very unmanly shriek as he turned to be face to face with Loki.

Loki had his arms crossed and was giving Peter a crooked smile, eyes bright with wonder. “ Oh hiya, Mr. Loki. I was uh just admiring your bookshelf err… it’s very nice.” Peter gulped and tried to play it cool. Loki saw right through this. “ You can cut the act kid, I know exactly what you were doing in my room. You might think you are clever, but rather you are very oblivious of your surroundings. Such a shame I must punish you for touching my stuff. I rather like you”. Loki took a step forward and Peter stepped back until his back planted against the door behind him. “ I’m sorry I didn’t ask sir, I just just thought you were gonna say no, so I I just borrowed it ya see?” Peter tried to reason with Loki but Loki’s grin just got bigger. “ Ah yes. It does seem it is returned. But you still took it without asking. There’s only one punishment suited for little robbers.” Peter’s thoughts raced at 100 miles per hour. What was gonna happen? He knew he shouldn’t have messed with a God!! “ What are you gonna do to me? Please don’t turn me into a frog or make me mute for a day! I really am sorry sir!!”

Loki chuckled at Peter’s attempt to escape the situation. “ By the time I’m done with you, you are gonna beg me to turn you into a frog”. And with that, Loki’s door flew open causing a startled Peter to stumble backward as the sudden act caused him to lose his footing. Peter landed on his back as Loki casually walked into the room. Peter rolled onto his stomach and attempted to jump up but Loki merely pushed him back down with his foot. “ Easy boy, you aren’t going anywhere until you’ve learned your lesson”. Loki then quickly rolled Peter back over and straddled him. Peter was in shear panicked mode. Loki was a good friend, but the look he was given made him absolutely terrified of his fate.

“ A couple of days ago I watched as Tony very efficiently made you yield after you borrowed some of his things. Do you remember that occasion?” As Loki spoke he ever so gently placed his hands on Peter’s sides acting very nonchalant. Peter flinched at the touch and his eyes went wide. “ ooh that bad huh? Well next time don’t touch my things without permission”.

Loki started slowly kneading the kid's sides to see what kind of reaction he could get. He wanted to start the kid off slow just so he could get him to drop his guard and then go for the kill. Peter shifted his body side to side as far as he could in his pinned position. He was trying to hold back his giggles as to not show how ticklish he was.

Loki poked his left side which caused a little Eep to escape Spider-Man’s lips, and as he shifted his body to the right to avoid the man's touch, his right side was met with the same poke and Eep. It was a cruel game for Peter and his giggles were soon getting louder.

“ Hey Sir, imaha sorry! I won't do it again! Please let me go, I'm insanely ticklish and I can’t handle it!” Peter was desperate. He hoped that maybe just this one time Loki would have mercy on him. Loki stopped for a moment and looked at the kid with a puzzled look. “ The more ticklish you are, the more fun I get to have. Tough cookies boy. You did this to yourself”. Loki grinned and started his assault again. This time he jammed his fingers under the unsuspecting boy's armpits and wriggled his fingers around as Peter let out a loud shriek and clamped his arms down to his sides. Peter was full-blown laughing now, Loki went from a not too horrible spot to his absolute worst spot in just a matter of seconds. Peter tried to roll away but he was stuck under the God of mischief and ultimately screwed.

Loki removed one hand from his armpits and used it to tease his rib cage a little. Peter was bursting with laughter now and with the new feeling in his ribs too, he was caught between loud shrieking and high-pitched giggles. How adorable. After a few minutes of this, Peter was weakened and stopped trying to fight back. Loki slowed his pace to allow the kid to breathe but didn’t stop altogether. He enjoyed the cute giggles Peter spit out when Loki just casually ran his fingers all over the boy's torso with an extremely light touch.

Peter in a happy tone said, “ I’m sorahahy Sir. I have learned my lesson *Hiccup* I promise it will never happen again! * Hiccup*”. Loki smiled at the teenager laying under him. His face was red and his hair was damp from all the sweat. But the smile plastered on his face was so big it caused his eyes to squint ever so slightly. Loki knew the poor kid was forgiven, but he still had one final thing he needed to do.

“ Ah yes, I think your lesson is almost completed. There is just one more thing I must do to ensure your loyalty and honestly in the future.” Loki winked at Peter and started to carefully roll up his T-Shirt.

Peter’s insides erupted with butterflies. He was doomed, but he was too tired to fight back. Peter tried to cover his belly with his hands but Loki just rolled his eyes and pinned his hands under his knees.

“ No no no no Please!! Anything but that please!!” Peter gave Loki his best puppy eye look hoping this would cause his freedom. Loki booped Peter on the nose. “ How can I not give you raspberries now when you look so pitiful and defeated. You need to lighten up a little!”

Loki then placed his lips on the poor kid's belly and blew. Peter exploded instantly. He thought his armpits were his worst spot, but now he knew that this was actually worse. “ NOHAHAH LOKI NOHAHA PLEHEHAHHHH” Peter couldn’t even form words properly as Loki planted more vibrating raspberries all over his torso. Loki blew one on his ribs, neck, belly, and even hip bones. Peter was thrashing around crazily trying to escape the torture, but Loki held firm and was relentless.

After about 15 raspberries were blown on the kid's skin, Loki stopped for good. Peter was now coughing and his laughter was hoarse. Loki wanted to punish the kid, not kill him.

“ Listen here boy, next time you touch my things without asking, I will not be as kind to you. I might even move to see how sensitive your feet are.” Peter shook his head rapidly. His feet were bad too. “ I swear it won’t happen again!” Loki offered Peter his hand and helped him stand up. “ Next time, just ask. I love it when Midgardians admire my things. You are like my little brother, I trust you.” Loki patted Peter’s back as Peter beamed up at Loki. No one had said that to Peter before. “ Well if I’m your little brother then that means it’s only fair if I try and get revenge huh?” Peter then poked Loki in the side to prove his point. Loki snatched Peter’s hand and tossed him onto the bed. “ You even think about revenge and you will regret it,” Loki smirked at Peter and tried to remove one of his shoes. “ NO NO I'M SORRY! I was just messing with you!” Peter could not handle any more tickles for today or he would most definitely go crazy.

Loki dropped his foot. “ I would be wise of your words, I don’t like being challenged. Now you have 3 seconds to exit my room or else”. And with those words, Peter bolted from the Gods room and disappeared down the hallway.

Loki chuckled to himself at the boy's antics. He really did enjoy being a big brother.

[trashyswitch]

Logan's Invention Trouble

Logan had created a new machine that could grip and tickle you if you step up to it. But, faulty wiring leads to Logan getting stuck in his own invention! And due to an unlucky break, Logan has to rely on some not-so-reliable people to save him from his own foolishness.

This fanfic was suggested by @gamequeenanya. I hope you enjoy, Violet!

His new invention had been a wonderful success. He had tested it on a dummy, and had tested it on the air to see the controls without a person in the machine. To Logan’s happiness, it worked like a gem. Logan had originally set it up to be button activated. However, that was only for the testing. So, Logan decided to make it motion controlled instead, to guarantee a surprise for everyone that walked into it.

After finishing up the motion sensor, Logan threw the dummy down in front of the machine. Quickly, many pairs of hands gathered the dummy’s hands and feet, and started doing its expected thing. Logan smiled at his own success and clicked the button to shut it down. Slowly, the hands slowed down to a stop and let the dummy go.

He planned to gather the dummy. But before he got even remotely close, Logan had switched the motion sensor off so that he didn’t end up caught in the machine.

However…

Logan didn’t really know this, but the wiring had been done incorrectly, making the button completely useless. The button didn’t shut off the motion sensor. If anything, it alerted the sensor that something was gonna be coming to it very soon.

Confident that the button had turned it off however, Logan walked up to the machine to retrieve the dummy.

Suddenly, the machine grabbed Logan’s hands! Logan yelped the moment his hand was grabbed, and immediately made the realization that the button was faulty! It was way too late for that though, and Logan’s bodily functions took over as about 15 hands tickled his armpits, sides, ribs, belly, feet, back of the knees, and the shoulderblades.

OH NO!

“GAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OHOHOHOHO GEHEHEHEHEEEZ! WHAHAHAT HAHAHAHAPPEHEHEHENED?!” Logan asked.

Logan realized something even worse than the tickles:

Logan hadn’t added a proper timer to the machine yet! He had planned to add the timer after he had gathered the dummy!

That means that the machine was gonna tickle tickle tickle him forever! Or, until someone clicks the button that he had foolishly dropped during the attack! And the other unfortunate part, was that the remote was JUST out of reach of his foot! But the hand that had grabbed his foot, would automatically lift his foot back into position if he even tried to reach out to click it!

The only way he’d ever get out, will involve getting one of the sides to help him out!

This was a nightmare come true! Or...Well, Logan would say a mixed emotion-kinda dream. It was a nightmare in how he was gonna get out, but it was a dream that Logan could experience the machine first hand.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHELP! SOHOHOMEOHOHONE!” Logan called.

This was gonna be so embarrassing to explain...But dammit all, Logan needed out!

Logan looked around and tried to get out himself. But each time he would pull on the restraints, the hands nearby would tickle harder for a few seconds each, to further weaken him! Logan knew this was a thing that came with installing the motion sensor...He knew that he added this due to his intense ler mood...But this just gave fuel to the fire!

Logan growled as he felt powerless against his own machine. What a joke...Of course the inventor will get stuck in his own invention! It’s bound to happen! But this is just too much!

Finally, after what felt like hours, someone followed his laughter to the laboratory.

“Logan? Are you...laughing?!” Someone asked.

“HEHEHEHELP MEEEEHEHEHEHE!” Logan begged.

The person peeked his head in and widened his eyes. “Holy Zeus...What is thihihis?!” The person asked.

As you could tell by the reaction, this intruder was Roman.

“HEHEHEHELP! IHIHIHI’M STUHUHUHUHUCK!” Logan shouted to him.

“Ihihi can tehehell!” Roman reacted, giggling. “What in the name of Peter Pan did you get yourself stuck in?!” Roman asked.

“IHIHIT’S AHAHA MAHAHACHIHIHINE! PLEHEHEHEASE HEHEHELP!” Logan begged.

“Well...How do I turn it off?” Roman asked.

“BUHUHUTTON! BEHEHELOHOHOW MYHYHY FEHEHEHEET!” Logan replied, pointing to the remote that laid on the floor.

Roman looked up and immediately noticed the cameras. “Uh oh...It’s motion censored?!” Roman reacted. “Now why would you make a tickling machine motion sensored?” Roman asked.

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP AHAHAND GEHEHET MEHEHE OHOHOUT!” Logan begged.

Roman gasped and grabbed the remote. But he didn’t press the button...not yet.

“Now you listen here, you son of a sword! You, as the damsel in distress, are relying on me, the hero, to save you from the eeeevil tickle machine of your own invention!” Roman explained. “Perhaps you should treat the hero with a little more respect?” Roman asked.

“JUHUHUST PREHEHESS IHIHIHIT!” Logan begged.

“No way! Not yet. I wanna hear more of your cute little laughter.” Roman told him.

Out of all the people to call his hero…

Logan tried to get out himself, but winded up causing the hands at his feet to tickle more. “eeEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHE TOHOHOHOES!” ogan begged helplessly. “PLEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHIHI’M SAHAHAHARRYHYHYHY!” Logan told him.

He was gonna need some wine after he’s done this…

Roman smiled at the apology and clicked the button. Slowly, the hands started to slow down and stopped tickling the man.

Logan let out a long breath of relief and gasped for air while the hands lowered him down and let go. “Th...Thank you.” Logan told him.

Roman nodded in response and immediately noticed a button that was labelled on the remote:

[CAPTURE]

Roman smiled and clicked the button.

Quickly, the hands grabbed Logan’s hands, feet and torso, and held him up again. “eeEEK! Um...What are you doing?” Logan asked.

“Tell me: Why did you create an invention for tickling people?” Roman asked.

Logan face blushed almost immediately after hearing that word. “Uuuuuuh...Well…” Logan mumbled.

“Welll???” Roman teased. “A little reminder that I have the remote~” Roman added.

Logan growled and pulled on his hands. “Just let me out, you mischievous beast!” Logan shot back.

“Ooooh! Refusing to reply to my message? And calling me names?!” Roman reacted.

Roman clicked a couple buttons on the remote. “You just earned yourself some more feet tickles, sir.” Roman decided.

Logan squealed as the hands touched his feet and started tickling. But not just any hands...Roman’s hands! Roman had knelt down and started tickling Logan’s sensitive feet! Logan giggled at the tickles and laughed as the inner arch, the balls of his foot and the heels were tickled bit by bit.

“Rohohohoho cohohome ohohohon! Whyhyhyhy?” Logan asked.

Roman smiled. “Why did you make the tickle machine?” Roman asked. “I know you’re hiding something.”

Logan refused to answer. “Ihihihi’m nahahahat tehehellihihing yohohohou!” Logan shot back.

“Oh? And why is that?” Roman asked.

“Nohohone ohohof yohohohour beeeheheheezwahahahax!” Logan replied confidently.

“Oooooh! Looks like I’m gonna keep on tickle tickle tickling you then!” Roman decided.

Roman had moved up to Logan’s kneecaps, when someone else walked in.

“Oh? What’s this?” someone asked.

Roman turned around and brightened up. “Hello little stormcloud! You just caught me in the middle of a ticklish interrogation! Logan got himself stuck in this machine he made, and I’m trying to find out why he made it.” Roman explained to the man.

As you could tell by the nickname, the third person who walked into the room was Virgil.

“Oh? Huh...What have you found out so far?” Virgil asked, growing curious.

“None of your beeswax, was Logan’s sacred answer. So, I guess I have to keep going till he answers me.” Roman replied.

Virgil chuckled. “Mind if I have that remote?” Virgil asked.

Roman nodded. “Sure! Thankfully, all the remote buttons are labeled, so it’s fairly easy to figure out how they work.” Roman explained.

“Looks like it. I see I can choose the amount of hands I want to tickle Logan.” Virgil explained. “How about...2 to start? And...On the hips.” Virgil decided.

Virgil clicked the buttons [2] and [HIPS], and watched as the fingers squeezed and tweaked Logan’s hips.

Logan’s laughter grew a little louder as he laughed, and grew higher in octave as well. “VEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE! MEHEHERCYYYHYHYHYHY!” Logan pleaded.

“Are you gonna tell us? Tell us the reason behind such a funny invention?” Virgil asked.

“NOHOHO! IHIHIT’S EHEHEMBARASSIHIHIHING!” Logan told them.

“We don’t care. We’re not gonna tell.” Virgil told him. “The only person we might tell is Patton. But that’s only because he’d love to hear it.” Virgil added.

Logan mentally sighed. He really had to tell them, or else he wouldn’t be freed. Logan finally gave in.

“OHOHOKAHAHAY FIHIHIHINE! IHIHI’LL TEHEHEHELL YOHOHOU!” Logan told them.

“Promise?” Roman asked.

“YEHEHEHES! IHIHI PROHOHOMISE!” Logan replied desperately.

Roman smiled confidently and stopped tickling. Virgil also smiled and clicked the [STOP] button to stop the machine.

The machine took a moment or two to slow itself down, before letting the Logical side go. Logan sighed and breathed somewhat heavily to recuperate his lungs. Logan found his lungs to be heavy after being tickled so much.

Logan soon looked at Virgil and Roman. Roman was holding a bottle of water for him, while Virgil was holding a wet cold wash cloth for him. Logan smiled and happily took both items. Logan took a drink of water to help his throat, and dabbed off his face with the washcloth to help cool down. “Thank you, you two. I appreciate the care.” Logan told them.

“No problem.” Virgil replied.

“You gonna tell us now?” Roman asked.

Logan almost choked on his water. Damn...He forgot he had to tell the boys about why he made the invention.

Logan cleared his throat and put the lid onto his water bottle. “Well…” Logan took a moment. “I find that I have been growing more and more touch starved. Basically, I miss being touched, loved, and...tickled. So...I thought I could create a device that gives me what I desire for 5-10 minutes if I need it.” Logan told them.

Roman was about to cry. “Awwww, you poor being! I had no idea you felt that way!” Roman walked up and gave him a hug. “Sacred Wilbur, I would be dying if I were in your shoes.” Roman admitted.

Logan took the hug rather awkwardly, and looked to Virgil.

“I understand where you’re coming from. But, I didn’t expect...this to be a solution you would go for.” Virgil admitted. “You must’ve been desperate.”

Roman giggled. “I see you made a dummy of Thomas’s little Orange side.” Roman teased, showing him the somewhat decently made dummy.

Logan chuckled. “I think he deserves some love.” Logan admitted.

“Agreed.” Roman replied.

Virgil walked himself closer to the machine.

“VIRGIL WAIT-”

Virgil stopped, and yelped as the machine gathered Virgil’s arms and legs into the hands’ grip, and started tickling the key spots that Logan recommended it go for.

Logan bit his lip. “I...Forgot to mention that the machine is now motion sensored…” Logan admitted as he picked up the remote.

“WHOHOHOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIT’S SOHOHOHO EHEHEHEFFEHEHECTIVE!” Virgil reacted.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Logan told him as he clicked the [STOP] button. “I need to program a timer into the machine to let people got after 10 minutes or so...And I need to fix the [MC OFF] button.” Logan admitted.

Virgil was a giggly mess as he was let go. Noticing Virgil enjoyed it too, Logan clicked a couple buttons on the remote. The hands moved up to Virgil’s sides, and started to tickle and skitter.

Virgil squeaked and giggled helplessly, wiggling around and liking some of the tickles it offered.

“Thihihihis ihihis fuhuhuhun!” Virgil admitted.

“Oh oh oh! I wanna try!” Roman admitted, running to the camera. The sensor sensed Roman immediately, and eagerly watched as the machine gathered Roman into a little grip and started attacking his armpits, feet, and belly.

Logan widened his eyes. He did not know that the machine could tickle two people at once! Roman was lucky he didn’t get caught in the machine earlier…

And so...Virgil, Roman and Logan all enjoyed the machine...And before Logan could get the timer installed, they always made sure that someone had the remote.

Otherwise they would be stuck in the tickle machine forever…