#ler!peter3

[an0ma1y-th3d0ma1y]

The Tickle Tax

A/N: I had a random urge to write something and I found this in my drafts- Decided to finish it up and post it :D I’ve been meaning to make some content for the spiderbros considering I love them sm- HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY !!

It had been a fairly peaceful morning for the spiderbros, which for them was like finding a needle in a haystack.. but a very VERY small one. The youngest spider was in his room, on his phone mostly just playing games, responding to the occasional text from a friend. What he couldn’t expect from this morning was to be charged with a very important bill..

His eyes shot up at the sound of the door suddenly opening, Peter 3 walking through with his hands on his hips in a playfully angry way. “Alright, cmon. Pay up bud.” He said, making a ‘pay me’ gesture with his hand just to add to it. “..What??” Peter 1 slightly raised an eyebrow, clearly confused by the sudden request as he placed his phone to the side. “What do you mean? Ihim not even 18 yet!”

“Well, they still demand the money, young sir! Please pay up now or I will get my lawyers involved!” Three said in a playful lady voice, getting a giggle out of the youngest. “Ihihi don’t have the mohohey!” He giggled out, backing away from him until he was at the end of the bed. “Well then, if you’re not able to pay in money.. You could pay another way..” The older brother teases, immediately giving One the hint when the wiggly fingers came in. His brown eyes widening. “..You have five seconds.”

Peter 1 took those 5 seconds as a luxury as he scrambled out of the bed, falling on the carpeted floor before returning to his feet and quickly sprinting out of the room, giggling while hearing his older brother behind him. “We got a runner! He’s got brown curly hair, and an adorable little giggle!” Peter 3 yelled, muffling his voice like an intercom while One squealed and quickly turned a corner. Quickly closing the door behind him and rushing into the closet, closing the doors and hiding behind all the hung up shirts. Slapping his hands over his mouth as he heard the door open, swallowing back more laughter when Peter 3 came in with his hands formed into a fake gun. “..Coast is clear, search the area!” He says into his fake intercom, hiding a shit eating grin when he heard familiar bubbly giggles from the closet. “Hmm.. I think we might’ve found our criminal mastermind righttt…”

“HERE!”

Three swung the closet doors open, grabbing the young spider who screeched when he was playfully thrown onto the bed. Giggling and trying to crawl away but being dragged back in by his brother, squawking as ten evil fingers vibrated into his sides. “AAAAHAHAHEEE!!- T-THREEhehehAHEEE!!!” He cackled out, kicking his legs and squirming like a worm. “I noticed you’ve been getting away with not getting tickled at ALL this week, so I had a talk with the tax payer and he said you owe gasp! 5 raspberries!?” “WHAHAHAT!?” The youngest squealed out, snorting up a storm when his brother’s fingers danced across his tummy. “Nononohoho leHEHEMEHE GOHOHOO!!”

“No can do, Uno! This is what happens to little spiders who don’t pay their bills!” The older man growled, pulling the young spider into a bear trap hug with a playful smirk. Peter 1 kicking his legs and squirming like a fish on a hook, his nervous giggles being interrupted by a loud squeal when Three blew a raspberry into the crook of his neck. Causing his younger brother to thrash and snort, a big dimpled grin glued onto his face. “HYAHAAHAHAA!!- NAHAHAHA THREEHEHEHEEEE!!- snort YoHOu AHAAASS!!” He cried out, getting a playful gasp out of the man.

“..WHAT did you call me!?”

“W-Wawawahait I-I didn’t mean it I-I sweheHEHEAAAA!!” His desperate attempts at apologies were cut short when Peter 3 buried his face into his tummy, blowing a big raspberry on the kid’s tummy button which elicited a girly shriek from him. “NAHAHAHAAA!!- THREEHEHEHEEE STAHAHAA!! snort snort” He squealed out, pulling a chuckle from the older spiderman. “Wohow, 2 in a row!? Man, just WAIT till dos hears this!” He laughed, poking around One’s tummy. “Hmm.. If my calculations are correct.. gasp you still owe 3 more raspberries!” Peter 1’s eyes bugged out hearing the number, being quick to try and scramble away however just being dragged back.

“Ah ah ah! You’re not running away on my watch!” He teased, blowing a prickly raspberry on the kids spine while his shirt was still lifted. Pulling a squeal from the spider’s lungs while he arched his back. Kicking his legs and squirming from side to side. “Come on, 2 more bud!” Three chuckled, dipping down to blow a raspberry on the kids side next.. ending it all off with one final one on his ribs. Lifting his head and leaving the poor kid in stitches, unable to stop giggling while his older bro rubbed his back.

“You still with me, Uno?” He giggled, the younger spider nodding as he flipped on his back. His face flushed while the grin on it had not come off. “..W-Whyhy did yohou- snort do thahahatt…” He whined, Peter 3 laughing as he ruffled his hair. “First rule of this household. Taxes and debts must always be paid.” He smiled, helping him up. Both of them jumping when the door suddenly opened. “Hey, I ordered some pizza and- woah… Seems you two were busy, huh?” Peter 2 chuckled seeing One’s disheveled hair and pink face. “He attempted tax fraud.” Peter 3 stated, Two rolling his eyes playfully. “..Well, better get down here before the pizza goes cold.”

Peter one wondered when his next payment would be…

[mushyblushyredhead]

TickleTober 2023 🎃

Presented by @august-anon

DAY 2: Accidental (Marvel)

Lee!Peter 1

Lers!Peter 2 & 3

Summary: An innocent brotherly cuddle pile between the three Spider-bros suddenly turns ticklish when the older Peters make an interesting discovery about their youngest brother.

So cuddly…so warm.

A collection of content sighs filled the air of the oldest Peter’s apartment. The three Spider-Men were currently cuddled up next to each other in a makeshift blanket nest that the younger two begged Peter 2 to let them set up.

And so here they were: the oldest Peter in the middle of the cuddle pile with his two younger brothers snuggled up on either side of him. He had his arms wrapped around the youngsters, his fingers gently running through their fluffy hair.

“Mmm…this is nice,” the middle Peter said. The youngest hummed happily in agreement. “This is honestly like, free therapy right here.”

Peter 2 chuckled. “Aww. As long as it makes you guys happy. I’ll admit, this brotherly cuddle nest you guys set up really is nice. I think we were all due for a nice cuddle. Especially our newest little Spidey here.” He gave a squeeze to the youngest Peter.

“Heyyyy,” Peter 1 whined. “I’m not that little.”

“Are you kidding? You’re our adorable baby bro!” Peter 3 cooed, reaching over to ruffle the younger’s hair.

“Aaah! Heheyyy! Quit ihit!”

“Alright you two, relax,” Peter 2 said with a fond eye roll. “But he’s got a point, little Pete. You technically are the baby brother of our trio.” The youngest pouted with a huff. “Hey, don’t take it in a bad way. It just means you’ll get double the hugs and affections because you’re so cute!” Peter 2 booped the youngest’s nose.

Peter 1 rolled his eyes. “C’mon guys, you both treat me like I’m five. Have you forgotten that I’m frickin’ Spider-Man?”

“An adorable Spider-Man!” The middle brother chirped. He sat up from the cuddle pile to playfully squish the littlest Peter’s cheeks. “I don’t know how you could ever have any enemies, little bro. You’re too cute! How can your enemies not spare you or constantly stay mad at you if you’re this adorable?”

The teasing combined with the face squishes was making Peter 1 blush and let out involuntary giggles. “S-Stohohop, you weirdo!”

Peter 3 kept talking. “I mean look at him, Dos! If you were his enemy, would you wanna keep fighting this kid?”

The oldest couln’t help but laugh at the unfolding predicament. “No, definitely not. If anything, I think it would make me want to do this instead for all the times he’s foiled my plans!” He surprised the youngest Spidey by suddenly scooping him up in an upside down hug, making Peter 1 squeal as he now dangled upside down.

“Hehehey! Put me dowwwn!” Peter 1 couldn’t stop giggling. The silliness of being upside down made him feel like a little kid again.

The little wholesome moment was interrupted when Peter 2 gave a playful squeeze to the younger’s sides. The reaction was instantaneous; Peter 1 squeaked loudly and kicked out his legs, almost hitting his older brother in the face.

The room fell silent. Finally, Peter 3 broke the silence. “What was that? Did you just squeak, lil’ Pete?”

The youngest blushed. “Uhhm…n-no..?”

“Then what was that noise? Did that hurt when I touched you there?” The oldest Peter frowned with concern. “I’m sorry if I did.”

“N-No its not that..! It’s—I’m just—uhm…”

When the littlest brother didn’t respond, Peter 2 gave another experimental squeeze in the same spot and the same thing happened; Peter 1 jolted with another loud squeak. Crap-eating grins spread across the two older Spider brothers’ faces.

“Ohh I think I know what it is,” the oldest said in a sing-song voice.

“I think a certain little Spider-bro is ticklish~” Peter 3 sang.

Peter 1’s blush darkened. He rapidly shook his head, attempting to squirm out of the upside down hug with no luck. “N-No I’m not! Get a-away from me! Both of you!”

“Gosh, he’s squirming so much,” Peter 2 said with a huff.

“Why not put him down?” the middle Peter suggested.

“No! Nohoho c’mon guys!” In a matter of seconds, Peter 1 was dumped onto the pile of blankets and immediately pinned by his older brothers. His oldest brother had him trapped in his lap; wrists grabbed and pinned above his head. And his other older brother took a seat by his legs, resting his fingers on his kneecaps. “Guhuhuys! Guys pleaheeheehease! y-you don’t have to—EEEEHP!!”

Peter 1 squealed as his sides were tased. The culprit turned out to be his cheeky middle brother.

“And just how come you never told us about this, little Spidey?”

“Yeah, how come you didn’t tell us our little bro was ticklish?”

“I-I dihihidn’t know! And I’m not even tickliAAAAHA!” His lie was cut short when the fingers that tased his sides now vibrated and stayed glued in that spot. “NAAAHAhahaheeHEEE! Qhuihihit thaHAAhat!”

“Awww someone’s not a very good liar~” Peter 3 sing-songed. He moved his fingers upward, spidering them to Peter 1’s ribs next. He grinned when he saw how his little brother twitched with a girly squeal.

Feeling a bit left out of the playful banter, the oldest Spider-Man finally joined in. His free hand fluttered against Peter 1’s neck, resulting in another squeal and leg kick.

“Whoa! Easy there, little bro,” exclaimed Peter 3. “Don’t kick me.”

“I-I caHAHAhan’t hehehelp ihihit!” Peter 1 squeaked out. His blushy face was really starting to rival his Spidey suit. Out of all the embarrassing things his brothers could’ve discovered and exploited, it just had to be this one.

Things got worse when the middle Peter decided to scribble across his belly and the oldest fluttered his fingers under his arm.

“EEAAAHEHEEEHAHAAAA!! NAHAHAO N-Not thEHEHhere!!”

“Not where?” Both Peters innocently asked.

“T-Thehehehere!! Both…Both plahahahaces!!”

“Awww!!” Peter 3 couldn’t help but coo. “Ticklish tummy and armpits?” The littlest shook his head rapidly as more giggles poured out. “Awww! We got a ticklish tummy and armpits here! How cuuuute!”

“S-StAHAhap teasing, you jeheherk!” Peter 1 giggle-whined.

“Peter Dos, do you hear that sass?” The middle Spidey pretended to be offended.

“Yeah, I heard it. And I don’t think I like that tone you’re using, little bro.”

Both spider brothers cracked their knuckles for dramatic effect before plunging their fingers down and tickling anywhere they could reach: underarms, in between ribs, behind the knees, even Peter 3 got evil enough to slip his hands under his squealing bro’s shirt to scribble at his bare tummy.

It was maddening. It was torture. But it was…fun. Gosh, how long has it been since Peter 1 even laughed like this? A long time, in fact. Long before Mr. Stark left.

But here he was now, red faced and giggling brightly. Instinctively kicking and squirming, but not putting up too much of a fight to get away. Turns out, it’s not so bad letting his older spider counterparts know of his one little weakness. It was fun, and it made him feel genuinely happy to get to play around with the other Peters like this after everything.

So yeah. It’s not so bad letting his ticklishness be exposed and exploited. As long as they didn’t find out about his extra sensitive belly button or that one spot right under his arm and above his highest rib—oh nope. Too late.

There’s nothing Peter 1 can hide from his counterpart brothers, apparently. And that especially includes tickle spots. Ohh he was so getting them back for this!

THE END :3

[jettorii]

“What’s so funny?”

With either Peter 3 or 2 as the ler and Peter 1 as the lee :)

why not both >:]??

[grayishgiggles]

Study Buddies

The General Education Development test…also known as the GED; that was what Peter 1 had plopped on his desk. Well, it wasn’t the actual test, but the giant $180 practice book he had purchased. While it originally felt like a poor financial decision to him, it would probably give him a better shot at a college acceptance than going into it blind. He turned a page, glancing at the next question. Peter 1 stopped halfway through as his thoughts got in the way. He glanced to the right of his desk, in which a small Emperor Palpatine LEGO figure stared back.

Usually Peter and Ned would spend their Sunday nights over the hulking textbooks, scribbling on flash cards and quizzing one another with the sound of a show in the background. At the time it was hectic—oftentimes the test they were studying for was the next day—but he would do anything to feel that again. All the little Peter could hear now was the humming of a rickety radiator in his apartment. It was too quiet…too lonely. He always hated studying alone.

But now was not the time to think about that stuff. He had his phone’s stopwatch ticking away.

Returning to the open book, he filled in the bubble on an answer, hopefully a correct one. He was too far behind to think twice. Just a few more problems left…and he could be finished on time.

Intermolecular forces? He should know that, right? He took AP chemistry.

A refractory period…he swore he knew that answer too.

Peter 1 bit his lip and put random answers down for those just so he could finish it. This was a practice test after all. The screaming alarm from his phone timer made him hit his knee against the desk when he jolted. “OW!” He was quick to silencing it.

And now…the moment of truth. Peter 1 held the page of completed answers between his fingers as he flipped to the back of the book for the correct ones.

Oof.

He didn’t do good.

Peter 1 slumped in his chair. He suspected his smarts would be a little rusty after not having school for a solid five months now. Nonetheless…he was disappointed in himself.

With a pout, the spider-man took his phone out and was greeted with a text from someone: Peter 2.

Why’s the old geezer up? Snorted Peter 1. He opened the text:

I just got a tingle that came through. Not sure where it’s from. Are you ok? Are you safe?

The littlest Peter’s heart fluttered. Oh come on…he didn’t wanna alert the big bear now, not over something so minute.

Peter 1’s thumbs hovered over the phone’s little keyboard. Maybe Peter 2 would think it was something else that caused the tingle. There was always a bank robbery or a building being damaged by a weirdly costumed villain anyways. No biggie.

So Peter 1 closed out of the message app, and turned his phone off. Setting aside the text, he picked up his pencil. Time for take two.

Thankfully this practice test was more merciful to him. Peter 1 felt he was flying through the first few pages. He caught himself grinning at one point. But he got confident too soon and ended up stuck on another science section problem.

How many damn systems were found in the human body again?! Was it seven?

A sudden woosh from behind made the hair on the back of Peter 1’s neck stand. He spun around to be met by that familiar portal.

God dammit.

He knew exactly who those two taller figures were in front of the orange pulsating gateway. Peter 2 and 3 stepped through, with the portal closing behind them. Their arms were crossed like dads watching a very intense baseball game.

“What’re you doing here?”

“Why did you leave me on read?” Peter 2 approached closer.

“Wh-?”

“Peter 3 says it’s bad news when someone leaves you on read!”

“Well I-I forgot to reply, I’m sorry.” Peter 1 pulled out a fake smile. “Everything’s alright.”

Peter 2 didn’t believe that, crinkling his eyebrows together. “Are you sure?” He asked, his eyes caught by Peter 3 leaning over the youngest’s messy desk. “Oh boy, what’s going on here?”

Peter 1 grimaced and closed the giant test book. “It’s…school stuff.”

“That’s a GED manual!”

“I know! I’m just-I’m just trying to study-!”

“Do you need any help?”

“I’m fine! It’s nothing!” Peter 1 held his hands up, silencing the concerned older brothers. They exchanged looks while Peter 2 knelt down next to him. “Look at me, bud.”

It took a lot for the littlest to finally meet his brother’s kind blue eyes.

“I don’t get the tingle for little things. Clearly this is important for you. Let us help.” Peter 2 gave a soft smile. “Studying alone isn’t fun.”

With a small sigh and a shrug, Peter 1 nodded. “Okay. Well…I-I dunno where to start.” He watched the middle brother pick up the giant manual and flip around the pages curiously. Peter 2 stood up to check it as well. “What section are you struggling with?”

The youngest looked down, ashamed that he was going to let these words leave his mouth. “Science.”

Peter 2 blinked. “Science?! Our best subject?” He asked, glancing at Three, his mouth ajar.

“Yeah I’m...not proud of it either.”

“Hey-Hey! It’s ok! You’re just, ya know, going through a lot…” Peter 3 mumbled with a sympathetic shrug. “I know I like using quiz websites a lot to study. You wanna try that?”

Peter 1 shrugged. Quizlets and Kahoot games didn’t do much for him.

“That’s cool, it’s cool. We’ll just…uhhhhh…” the middle brother glanced at Peter 2 for any ideas, surprised to see him so calm.

“I got some things we could try,” he craned his neck to look for something on the desk, “uhhhh…you got flash cards?”

The littlest blinked out of his sad daze. “Oh. Yeah, yeah I do.” After opening a drawer, he handed a multicolor pack to him and a pen. “I didn’t think of those, heheh.”

“Well,” Two clicked the pen a few times, “since the science section has different units it covers—chemistry, anatomy…”

“We could use the different colors for different units!” Peter 3 finished, stealing some from Two and making him glare playfully. “Care to ask next time?”

“No.” The middle brother stuck his tongue out, happy that the funny arguing made the little brother giggle. “Okay, Uno, it’s floor time.”

It had to take them at least an hour. Dozens of cards, written and unwritten, scattered about the hardwood and surrounded the trio. Peter 1 propped himself on his elbows as he wrote, kicking his legs, while Peter 2 sat crisscrossed, and Peter 3 laying on his side. Two’s pen died halfway through, but the man found a sharpie to make up for it.

“Ok ow, I need a break…” One tapped out, flexing his hand. “I’m gonna develop arthritis.”

Two chuckled. “If anyone’s developing arthritis, it’s me.”

“It’s ok, bud. We’re almost done!” Peter 3 held up his last two empty cards. “See?”

“Oh thank god! Ugh!”

“So should we come up with a reward system?”

Three paused his writing and raised an eyebrow. “A what?”

“I use a reward system when I study to keep me motivated,” stated the oldest, placing a newly written flash card in his “done” pile, “like when I get so many correct answers I add a minute to my TV time or something. It tends to help me. Maybe it’s worth a try!”

The now laying down Peter 1 held a thumbs up at that, “I dunno what would work though…” he sighed and dropped his hand.

Peter 3 cheered quietly as he finished his last card. That’s when it hit him. Nothing could stop the tall man’s smile from growing. “Hey Two…”

“Ye-wH??” The oldest’s arm was yanked, spinning him around, now in a huddle with Peter 3. He whispered, “what?”

“I just need you to hear me out.”

One’s eyes were closed initially, but the hushed whispering across the cards were too loud to be ignored. He sat up. “What’re you hiding from me?”

A pair of blue and brown eyes peeked up from their secret big brother meeting. “Nothing!”

“Then why’re you whispering?”

Both fell silent, then shrugged.

“If you’re thinking about water boarding me as a reward system, I won’t have it.” Peter 1 crossed his arms playfully.

“No no! It’s not that, I promise!” Three broke from the huddle with a chuckle. “It’s even better than that!”

“Then what is it?”

No words were said with what came next. One moment the little Peter was watching his brother exchange another look, then the next moment he was thrown into a mass tangle of limbs. If he knew better he would’ve assumed it was a hug, but he felt four hands grab at his extremities. This was no hug. All that could come out of his mouth was a “WAHHH!!”

The next thing he saw was his big brothers looking down at him. Three adjusted his seat on the boy’s legs as Two wrestled his arms above his head. “Oh noho no no no no no not this I know what you’re doing!!!” Squeaked out the captive.

“Then you know the rules: get a question wrong, and you’re tickled!” The oldest said, sitting on his wrists and grabbing his handful of flash cards. “Let’s start with an easy one…”

“Oh! Wait! Lemme do this one!” While the oldest flipped through his cards, Peter 3 had already found a good starter. The pink-faced Peter groaned once Three began reading:

“One of two or more alternative forms of a gene that arise by mutation, found at the same place on a chromosome.”

Peter 1 only smirked at the definition. “Easy! An allele.”

“Ya got it!” Peter 3 cheered, flipping to a new card. “Your turn, dos.”

“What’s the difference between prokaryotes and eukaryotes?” The oldest peered over his flash cards to smirk, only to be met with another smug look. “Oh come on now. You’re going too easy on me.”

“I guess you got it covered then, hm?” Two looked to Three. “Let’s hit the road! Looks like he’ll pass with flying colors!”

“You got it!” The two men loosened their hold as if they were going to free him.

“WAIT NO! I-I wanna study with you guys!” The panicked spidey grabbed at Two’s hand. “Just gimme harder questions!”

They chuckled as they settled down into pinning him. “Okay then, get a heavy hitter, Three.”

“Hmmmmmmm…” flip, flip, flip, went Peter 3. “Ah! Physics! You remember physics, right Peter 1?” To add to the teasiness, Peter 2 ever so evilly held his clawed hands over the boy’s underarms.

On the outside, Peter 1 was giving him daggers, but on the inside he was one teasy comment away from giggling like crazy. “…yes, I know physics.”

“Then this should be niiiiice and easy,” the lilt in Three’s voice did not help Peter 1’s composure, nor tingle. His spidey sense kept buzzing in his head.

“Can momentum be hidden to human eyes like how kinetic energy can be hidden as heat?”

Peter 1’s eyes bugged out. “What kinda question is that??”

“A physics question!”

“Alright uhh…ummm…” Peter 1 didn’t like how his brothers smirked down at him. “Ohohoh god.”

“Ten seconds.” Two stated.

“UHH UM..UH…” that’s when the giggles flew out like crazy. “Hehehehehe-!! I-IHIHihihi-! Uhuhuh-!”

“EHH! Wrong!” Peter 3’s fingers darted to his sides and squeezed. Peter 2’s pair of claws dug into his armpits at the same time. A shrill squeal leapt out of the youngster’s mouth. “The answer was yes AND no!”

“YOHOHOU ASSHOHOLE THAT WAS A TRICK QUESTION!!” He hiccuped. The attack let up only a few seconds later, but he could hear his brothers continue their snickering. “Shuhuhut up!! Next question!”

“Okahahay okayyyy…” The oldest cleared his throat. “H-Hohow about an anatomy question?”

“Fihineee…”

“Which artery is the main source of blood for the arm?”

Oh come on! Peter 1 knew this!

Not the ulnar artery or the radial one…no it was from the biceps. Biceps brachii. Something with brachii. Shit. Three’s wiggling his fingers. Shit shit shit what was it called?! Shit don’t look at him!! Stop wiggling your fingers!!

“Brachii artery??”

“Oooh…so close.” Two sucked his teeth with a curled up grin. “It’s actually riiight here.” His fingers wiggled down his bicep and earned a string of giggles. “EEheheHEHEY!”

“That’s the brachial artery! You were close!”

“What a shame!”

Peter 1 squealed at Three’s fingers getting his other bicep.

“DAHAhahammit I knew thAHAT!” Peter 1 tugged at his hands, but they didn’t budge. Two’s nimble fingers were beginning to drive him nuts though. They kept getting close to his armpit. “TWOHOSTAHP!”

“Did ya know that armpits are ticklish cause they have big arteries?” He stopped the teasing and swirled a finger in each hollow, loving the wriggles and cackles that came out of it. “SHUHUTUPSHUTUP!”

“Wow, I didn’t know that, Two!” Three jokingly added, watching the panting brother and reshuffling his cards. “Let’s see if he can get the next anatomy question, though.”

Sadly, he didn’t get that one correct either. It was over the series of arteries in knee joints. Of course Three picked knees.

“PLEHEHEASE-!” He snorted and threw his head back. “ITTICKLESSTAHAHAP!”

Two was struggling to keep him still. “I don’t think he hears you, buddy! Shouldn’t have gotten that answer wrong!”

“Did someone say something?” Three turned around innocently. His back was facing One and Two as he was kneading at his knees. “Oh! Does he want me to stop?”

“YES!”

“You could’ve just said sooo!” He cooed, the punishment halting. “What are you at right now… 1 to 2? Not a good score.”

“Nehehext question!”

And so the game continued.

“PFFTNAHAO WAIT WAHAIT I CHANGE MY ANSWER!”

Well, in the older brothers’ eyes, this was a game. They couldn’t pass up an opportunity to hear the baby bro laugh like a little hyena.

“Equilibrium!”

“Correct!”

“Wow, you’re like 11 for 8 now!”

“Shut uhuhup.”

Entertainment aside, Peter 1 started to get the hang of it.

A locked away part of One’s brain was starting to give now. His freshman biology class…his honors physics…thanks to his big brothers, he remembered what those classrooms looked like in the midst of desperately grabbing at lost  vocabulary.

“External illiac?”

“EHH! Wrong!”

“BWAHAHA NOOO!”

Most of the physics stuff came back easily, but he didn’t have as much luck with anatomy. It kept giving his big brothers an excuse to tickle him in his bad spots.

“Which artery is the main source of blood for the arm?”

Peter 1 was recovering after another wrong answer when the question repeated. “W-Wahait…I know that one.” He took another breath. “B..Brachial artery.”

“Correct!”

“WOOO!!”

A relieved smile took over the boy’s face. “Oh thahank god…”

“See? You’re doing great!” Two cheered, pinching his cheek. “You hanging in there?”

“Y-Yeheah I’m okay.”

“Ya need a break? We’ve been at it for…” Three checked his phone. “30 minutes.”

“No I’m...I’m good! Let’s keheheep going!”

The fluffy haired brother and clean-cut haired brother shrugged at one another. “Alright then.”

The amount of cackles and squeaks diminished after each run through of the deck. There was always one or two questions that continued to stump him, but that only incentivized the little Peter to keep pushing forward.

This was helping him, a lot.

“Okay big man…final question.”

“Wh…really?” Peter 1 looked up.

Peter 3 nodded and smirked. “Get this question wrong, and we tickle you for 20 minutes!”

“Why???”

“Because you haven’t gotten a single question wrong this time around!”

The youngest spidey blinked. “…really?”

“You’ve made some real progress.” Two sounded genuine in his remark. “It’d be a shame if you got it wrong.”

“Wow. No pressure there.” One scoffed and smiled. “Okay, okay. Hit me.”

Three held up the single neon pink card and cleared his throat dramatically. “What is the correct sequence of blood flow?”

Peter 1 took a deep breath and thought for a second. “Pulmonary vein…left atrium…left ventricle…and aorta.”

…

Peter 2 and 3 were silent.

OH COME O—

“Correct!” They cheered in unison.

A loud sigh of relief came out from Peter 1. “Jeheheez you scared me!!!”

“Wanted to make it dramatic! Look at you, smarty!” The middle brother ruffled up his curly hair. “You did it!”

“Very proud of you, lil guy.” Two proceeded to climb off of his arms, and the youngest sat up. “C’mere!!” He was caught in between two pairs of arms. At least he was aware this was a hug this time.

“You won’t forget those answers now, right?” Three chuckled and looked down. “Right?”

Peter 2 glanced down as well. “One?”

The little Spider-Man’s smile had faded, replaced by a small frown. “Mmm.”

“What’s up, buddy?”

“I kinda…miss the tickles from the beginning of the game.”

Two and Three cooed, not in a teasing way, but in affection.

“You wanna have some tickle time then?” Three pulled away from the hug to make eye contact. He smiled at the blushing response he got. “Awwww someone deserves a lil tickle for studying!!” That comment sent him over. Now there was a flustered and giggling Peter 1 between the big brothers. Two practically melted.

“You’re sure right, Tres,” Two kissed the top of his head. “Let’s tickle him as celebration! Come on, One, lay down!”

“Nooooooo stahaaaaaap!”

“Come onnnnn!” The brothers cooed together, cheering softly when the kid obeyed. He was half laying down. He kept his legs to his chest anxiously. “Heyyy you’re hiding the good spots from us!”

“Then we just gotta dig!” Peter 2 growled, plunging his hands between where One’s legs and chest met, searching for his belly. He was very pleased at the loud squeaks that he got. “EENAHATTHAT GEHET OUT!”

“You want tickles? You get tickles!” Peter 3 didn’t hesitate to join, prying at his legs.

Eventually they cracked open the clam of Peter 1, grabbing for any tickle spot available to the two. The wild tickle attack had only just begun, but Peter 1 couldn’t be happier.

He’d have to use this study method for all his exams.

[just-a-fluffy-knight]

A Very Spidey Christmas

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: Yippeeeee it’s done!! I was hoping to finish this before Christmas Eve buttttt oh well 😭 Also this isn’t as good as I thought it was gonna turn out to be buttt I hope you guys enjoy anyway! Merry Christmas to those who celebrate, and Happy Holidays to you all! ❤️ (I also just took incredibly bad guesses at what I thought their fav Christmas songs would be so plz just ignore that 😭)

🎶Rockin’ around the Christmas Tree🎶

🎵Have a happy holiday🎵

🎶Everyone dancing merrily🎶

🎵In the new old-fashioned way…🎵

The ‘Top Christmas Hits’ TV channel played softly in the background while our three favourite heroes sat on the couch of Peter2’s apartment, each of them with a hot chocolate in their hands while they chatted away.

“So, what’s your guys’s favourite Christmas song?” Peter1 asked, taking another sip of his warm drink.

“Oh, definitely Last Christmas, it’s a classic.” Peter2 answered with a definite nod.

“No way! It is pretty good, but to me Micheal Bublé’s songs just can’t be beat.” One argued with a smile.

“Uh, hello? Mariah Carey, the Queen of Christmas??” The middle Spider-Man protested as if it was the only possible answer. “Who is this Micheal guy anyway?”

“You don’t have Micheal Bublé in your universe??” The youngest’s jaw dropped slightly.

“Don’t think so, but I’m pretty sure I’ve heard of him when going to your dimension. Doesn’t he just do covers of Christmas songs that already exist?” Three smirked, cocking his head to the side.

“That is beside the point! He’s got a good voice, and I’m pretty sure if you listened to him, you’d like it!”

“Guys, come on. No arguing during Christmas.” The oldest scolded playfully. The two heroes chuckled in response.

‘We interrupt your regular commercial break with a breaking report on the weather.’

The three brothers brought their attention to the TV to check what was happening.

‘Due to recent reports of heavy snowfall, it is advised that people stay out of the cold and in home, keeping warm and to avoid danger driving on slippery roads.’

“Geez! What’s it like out there?” Two asked before One hopped up from the couch. He pulled the curtains open for the three heroes to be greeted with a literal Winter Wonderland.

Almost no inch of ground was left uncovered with white snow besides the icy roads that had been ploughed through, and it looked pretty beautiful. All the colourful lights and decorations just seemed to be the cherry on top to the sight.

“Woah!” Two exclaimed. The three brother’s eyes were sparkling with amazement. Three span on his heels, instantly heading to his things.

“I’ve gotta swing around out there, I don’t even care.”

“Count us in!” The two boys announced in excitement, also rushing to grab their suits.

“You guys got any jackets or scarves or anything? I know how sneeze-prone you get when not warmed up properly in the cold, Three.” The oldest stated, wanting to make sure everyone stayed warm outside.

“Uhh, yeah. I’ve got a jacket and a scarf. How about you, One?”

“I’m covered, brought them just in case we did end up going outside.” The youngest replied with a smile.

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A few minutes later, all three Spider-Men were suited up, wearing their own jackets and scarves. One was a bit skeptical about wearing scarves while swinging around in case it came off, but the older two shrugged it off.

“Alright, you guys ready?” Two grinned, putting on his mask.

The two brothers nodded, also pulling their masks on over their faces. The oldest then pushed open a window to outside the apartment, each of them crawling out and resting on the side of the building.

Once Peter Two had stuck to the side of the building and shut the window, he gave the two a nod.

The younger brothers lit up before launching themselves off the side of the building, Two following behind with a chuckle as they both let out a series of joyful whoops.

And just like that the three were off, swinging past the many buildings in Queens, doing all sorts of flips and tricks.

They also passed a few snow plough drivers who watched them in astonishment. The three called out a few wished as they waved and swung past at speed.

“Happy Holidays, gents!”

“Merry Christmas!”

“And a Happy New Year!”

Peter One laughed happily at the exhilaration of swinging added by the excitement of the snow and decorations.

He was surprised how much warmer he felt with the coat and scarf. Though he did miss his suit warmer. The one that… Mr. Stark added to his old suit.

The youngest let out a small but mournful sigh, before he was snapped out by his train of thought. A clump of snow had hit him in the side.

He looked up, noticing Peter Three letting out a mischievous giggle as he swung ahead of him. One’s frown had instantly turned upwards.

“Oh, it’s on!”

He thwipped out a long web, using it to swing while lowering himself. He barely grazed the pavement as he scooped up a pile of snow from the ground, using both his hands to shape it into a ball when he briefly let go of his web.

He then shot another web out, using it to catch up to his older brother. Once he was close enough, he threw it, getting a perfect hit on the side of Three’s head.

“Haha! Gotcha!”

If One could see behind Three’s mask, he would’ve seen a face of shock, and a jaw dropped incredibly low.

“Oh, now you’ve done it!”

The youngest yelped as he shot a web in the other direction, heading back towards the oldest.

“Two! Help, he’s after me!” One giggled, swinging aside his brother. Two shook his head followed by an amused chuckle, also shooting a web the other way to stay beside him.

“Already?”

One shrugged, giggling again while the two swung round a corner and down another icy road closed in either side by buildings. Two then smirked behind his mask, holding up a snowball, fairly bigger than the two the younger heroes had made.

“Don’t worry, I came prepared.”

Three was catching up to the other two, laughing like an evil villain.

“Don’t think you can swing away that easy, One!”

However, his eyes widened when he saw Peter Two’s ‘weapon’.

“Oh, come on! That’s not fair!” He whined, yet still trying to catch up to his brothers.

“Yes it is! Throw a snowball at One and you’re getting snowballed right back!” Two declared playfully!

“Yeah, what he said!” One replied with another giggle.

However, the middle Spider-Man cocked his head to the side. One didn’t even need to see the cheeky smile behind his mask to know he was in trouble.

“Fine, but I guess that means I can do this!”

Three then swiftly swung ahead of the two, resting on the side of a building before diving for One as they swung past. Obviously, this all happened so fast One barely had enough time to go swing the other way, so Peter Three had caught him before he knew it.

“GAH-! No no no Three lemme go!!” One protested, unable to get out of the one arm wrapped tightly around his midsection.

“Nope! You’re comin’ with me!” Three announced, shooting a web upwards. He then yanked on the web, sending him and One flying upwards before landing on top of one of the buildings. The roof was covered in snow, so they had a soft landing.

The two ended up bursting into uncontrollable giggling over how they landed, but it wasn’t long until One’s giggles turned nervous as his waist was straddled by his older brother. Peter One yelped nervously as his sense went off at the sight of two hands hovering above his torso.

“Threhehee, come on! You started the snowball throwing!” The youngest’s whining may have been considered truly annoyed if he hadn’t had giggles interrupting it.

Eventually, Two also made his way up there, landing beside the two.

“Two, hehelp me!” One giggled, squirming underneath his older brother.

“Hmmm, I dunno, One. No one ever said tickles weren’t in the snowball fighting rulebook.” Two replied, wearing a shit-eating grin behind his mask as he dropped his snowball.

“What?? That’s not fahAIR-!” One was cut off by two claws sneaking under his jacket and squeezing at his sides.

“You heard the man, Petey! Tickles it is!~” Three sang, scribbling at his brother’s torso.

“Threhehee!! Quit ihit!” One swatted at his brother’s hands that were shoved under his jacket, but it did nothing to deter him. The youngest then let out a small shriek as his ribs were attacked.

“THREE-!”

“Haha! Gitchy goo, lil bro!~” The middle hero sang, gently scratching at the lower area of One’s ribs.

“TWOHoho, sahAHAHAVE ME-!” One squealed, covering his already masked face with his hands.

The oldest chuckled, shaking his head again as he walked behind the two, wrapping his arms around Peter Three’s midsection before lifting him off the youngest.

“Fiiiine, but you owe me a hot chocolate when we get back!” Two stated, pointing at his younger brother, who was currently recovering from the attack.

“Two, come on!! This is so not fair!” Three complained, squirming in his older brother’s arms.

“Alright, fine…” One huffed, catching his breath as he sat up. Three let out a fake offended gasp as his protests fell on deaf ears.

“You’ve just got him wrapped around your finger, don’t you??” Three claimed, now it being his turn to point. One giggled, cocking his head to the side.

“Yeah.~”

“I mean, how couldn’t he? Adorable as he looked, he’s my baby bro and I gotta help him.~” Two teased, sitting down while holding a squirmy Peter Three in his lap.

One’s face flushed behind his mask as he crossed his arms, glad he could smile behind his mask.

“Whatever…”

“Two, come on!! If you let me go, I’ll let you choose the Christmas movie tonight.” Three bargained, tilting his head down slightly as if giving puppy eyes.

“Hmm, tempting… But sorry, bro. Gonna have to turn it down.” Two dismissed, gifting Three a small poke to the belly, in which he earned a yelp.

“Also, why isn’t your jacket zipped up?? I told you, you’re gonna get cold!~” The oldest scolded playfully, starting to spider his fingers over Three’s stomach. Sure, he had his suit on, but it did little to nothing to protect him.

If anything, it made it tickle more (for some reason).

“Twoho, noooo! Nohot the belly!”

“Yeees, the belly! Ah tkltkltkl!~” Peter Two goaded as he sped up his tickles, Three squealing in response.

“EEHEHE DONT DOHO THAHAHAT!!”

“Don’t what? You don’t want me to… tkltkltkltkl ya?~” The oldest slowed down his tickles before speeding them right back up again.

“EEE-! QUIHIT IT!” Three laughed, but didn’t even try pushing his brother’s hands away.

“Come on, Three! It’s not that bad! If you weren’t wearing your suit, you may have been getting raspberried to deheath by now!” One mentioned, watching his older brothers with sparkling eyes as he giggled.

“Huh, I better remember that for when we get home.~ In the meantime, I can still do this…” Two then began nuzzling his masked face into his brother’s tummy, One giggling again as the middle hero shrieked.

“NAHAHA YOU GUYS ARE SAHAHO MEANNN!” Three let out a whining squeal as he to cackle uncontrollably.

Peter Two couldn’t hold in his laughter himself as he stopped his tickles, getting up from the snowy ground.

“Maybe, but you love us, really.~” Two stated, holding out a hand for the middle brother. Three playfully glared at his older brother and let out a small but joking groan, taking his brother’s hand and pulling himself up.

“I guess I can’t deny that…” Three sighed, grinning behind his mask with his hands on his hips as he slightly caught his breath.

“Now, time for some more swinging.” One announced, flipping off the building.

“Wait for us!” The two called, whooping and laughing as they too leaped off the building.

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The three heroes ended up swinging around for quite a while, before taking to sliding across the icy roads as if they were ice skating. It was so much fun, and they did all sorts of tricks.

Eventually, Three attempted to do a spin which resulted in him slipping and landing on his back, thankfully unharmed, and the three laughed their butts off.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before the temperature started to drop pretty low outside, so they all reluctantly began swinging back to Two’s apartment.

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“Ahh, so nice to be back inside and dressed up all warm.” Three sighed contentedly as he flopped down onto the couch.

“Sure is.” Two replied with a smile, sitting down next to his brother.

“Now lets get this movie started!” One declared happily, strolling into the living room with a cosy sweater on.

“Ah ah Ah! Don’t think I forgot about that promise, little buddy!”

“Ugh, okayyyy.” One groaned dramatically, rolling his eyes. “You want a hot chocolate too, Three?”

“If you don’t mind, bro.” Three smiled sweetly at his brother. One sighed with a smile as he went to the kitchen.

“Oh, and Three?” Two asked.

“Hm?” Three responded, turning his head to face him.

“Don’t think I forgot about those raspberries either.~”

…

Ah shit.

[supermarvel-fics]

Tickletober Day 3: Shriek

fandom: marvel

word count: 1,000

pairing: peter 3 x reader (platonic)

summary: you're not easily scared and peter attempts to prove you wrong

“You seriously don’t get scared?” Peter asked with an eyebrow raise. “It’s Halloween… it’s supposed to be scary!”

You shrugged before taking a sip of your latte, eyeing Peter in the chair across from you the whole time. “I just don’t scare easily. Horror movies, haunted houses, ‘scary’ corn mazes… they’re just so underwhelming.”

“So, you mean to tell me that you’ve never been scared. Ever. Like no one has ever snuck up behind you and made you flinch?

“Not that I can remember, no.”

You caught Peter’s smirk as he shut his Biology textbook and threw it to the unused sofa beside him. “Challenge accepted.”

“Excuse me?” You spluttered, following his lead by closing your own book.

“I’m going to scare you successfully this year,” He responded while leaning forward in his seat, elbows propped up on his knees. You grinned back at him, almost trying not to laugh.

“Yohou? You’re going to be the one who scares me?”

“I’m sure I can do it if I put my mind to it,” Peter nodded. You chuckled softly, reaching out towards your coffee cup to take another swig.

“Alright. Good luck, then.”

And Peter wasted absolutely no time in trying to complete his mission. After your study session, approximately 30 minutes after the two of you had dropped the conversation entirely, he began with his first attempt. You had your back turned to him as you put away your books and instantly felt more than heard Peter standing behind you.

“BOO!” He shouted close to your ear. You didn’t react, obviously, and snickered when your friend let out a huff filled with defeat.

“Peheter, I felt your breath on my neck. Also, we just got done talking about it, so I kinda knew it was coming. You’re gonna have to be more creative than that,” You told him, nudging his shoulder with yours as you slid past him. “Nice effort, though!”

You had to laugh at his determination. After that day, any time Peter saw you, he’d attempt to scare you. Sneaking up behind you before class, following you to Starbucks, even going as far as breaking into your dorm while you were out and about.

He took the act of being the one to scare you so seriously that he began watching you like a hawk to see if he could find any hints to what made you flinch or squeak. Only problem was that nothing could do that—you were just unable to be frightened.

So, Peter decided that after this time, he’d drop it and admit defeat. He squatted behind the couch in the common area of your dorm waiting for you to pass by. He’d done this exact ruse a few days ago, so maybe it would catch you off guard this time.

A few minutes later, he heard the beep of the door as you scanned your ID and the jingling of your room keys as you walked through the room. Peter held his breath and watched as you walked right past where he was hiding, giving him the perfect opportunity to rush up behind you.

“GOTCHA!” He yelled, grabbing ahold of your sides to pull you back into his chest. Not expecting the sudden contraction of his fingertips, you shrieked, and Peter had a field day with your reaction. “YES! I did it! I told you I’d scare you!”

You forcefully removed his hands from your waist and turned around to scold him. “You didn’t scare me, Peter! You… ugh.”

“Uh-huh, right. Then, what was that little scream you made when I snuck up behind you?” Peter interrogated with an insufferably smug grin on his face. You decided not to gratify him with an answer and instead grunted, walking away from him and towards your dorm room. You fumbled with the keys as Peter scurried after you. “Oh, come on! Is your ego too big to just admit that you finally got scared?”

Sighing, you pushed your door open, trying to slam it shut on Peter, but he kicked it right back open and followed you in. “Yeah, fine, Pete. You scared me. Great job,” You said monotonously, throwing your bag onto your bed. Your back was still facing him, so when his hands found your waist again as he started to reenact the moment, you let out another loud squeal, this time laced with a small giggle.

You arched away from him, you elbows slamming down on instinct. As you whipped around, you caught sight of your friend’s face, only making yours turn red.

“I didn’t scare you…” Peter realized.

“No, you did! You totally got me this time,” You laughed nervously, backing away from him without realizing.

“You don’t get scared. You screamed because I accidentally tickled you, didn’t I?” He asked, inching closer. You gulped and before you got the chance to vehemently deny that you’re even ticklish, Peter lunged and began squeezing at your sides with more intent.

“Peter! Noho, Pehete!” You protested. Twisting away from him, you freed yourself from his grasp and tried running for the door, but Peter took a few long strides forward and once again gripped your waist, pulling you back against his chest and digging his fingers into your ribs. “WAHAHA! NOHO!”

“You may not scare easily, but you are ticklish, so I think I win either way,” He teased you, pinching rapidly up and down your torso. Your knees buckled beneath you and Peter helped you down onto the floor, continuously tickling you to pieces.

“THAHAT’S NOT FAHAHAIR! PEHETER, NO!”

“It’s extremely fair. This is compensation for how much work went into trying to scare you!”

“It’s nohot my FAHAULT THAT YOHOU JUST AREN’T SCAHAHARY!” You bit back, only making Peter wiggle his fingers harder in retaliation. “OHOKAY! WAHAIT! I’M SOHORRY!”

Peter slowed down to a light scratching at the middle of your ribcage, smiling down at you as you squirmed and giggled. “I’ll get you someday.”

“Rihight. Whatever yohou say, Pehete.”

[emeriethevalkyriegirl]

This Little Spidey Piggy

A/N: So after reading @parker-fluff , @tklfluff , and many many other amazing tickle arts and writers, I got the idea to create this one! Inspired by Peter 1’s snorts (oink oink 😂)

Summary: Peter 1 gets home from school sad because he had a bad day at school. So the other Peters cheer him up by making pigs in a blanket (his fav) with a few surprises tickle attacks with it of course.

Peter 2’s tingle went off before the front door opened from his apartment. “Hey Lil Spidey!” He said, expecting a response form his youngest brother. But all he got in returned was a ‘hey’ before Peter 1 left to retreat into his room.

Peter 3, who was sitting on the couch along side Peter 2 in the living room looked confused. “Is everything okay?” He asked as Peter 2 shook his head. “I don’t know. He didn’t seem like his usual self.”

“Yeah. One would come bursting through the door when he notice us. Then he would start rambling about how much he wants pigs ‘n blanket.” Peter 2 chuckled, remembering how much he loved it when One would whine whenever he didn’t get his favorite dinner. “Maybe something happened back at school. You think we should check on him?” Peter 2 asked as Peter 3 gasped and got up on his feet. “Of course we should. What type of big brothers would we be if we didn’t?” Peter 3 held out his hand for his eldest brother to help him off the couch. Peter 2 happily accepted it and was more grateful when he didn’t comment on his old age. “Why don’t you go talk to him first. I’ll go start us some dinner.”

“Lemme guess, pigs in a blanket?”

“Pigs in a blanket.”

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Peter 1 slumped on his bed, burring his face in the pillow to try and stop the tears from falling down. He didn’t want his brothers to see him like this. He’s suppose to be Spider-Man. The hero of New York City. The Friendly Neighborhood Hero of his Hometown. He wasn’t suppose to break down like this. What of a hero is he if he’s like this?

Peter 1 pulled the covers up to his face and curled himself into a ball. He was just about to drift off into dream land and wake up at around dinner time, hoping the tears would stop falling by then, but his spider tingle went off and his bedroom door opened to reveal Peter 3. Peter 1 gasped quietly and pretended to be asleep.

If I stay like this, he’ll leave

Peter 3 closed the door behind him and sighed. “You do realize I can tell when you’re sleep right? I heard you crying from the living room.” he replied, walked towards the sad teenager and sitting on his bed. Peter 1 didn’t move. Just laid there in the bed. “Come on buddy, I just wanna know why you were crying that’s all.” Again, no response.

The middle child was getting impatient. And he knew just how to deal with it.

Peter 3 smirked and shrugged his arms. “Okay, if you’re not gonna tell me, I might as well finish my dinner.” Peter 1 gasped and covered his mouth. This morning, Peter 3 came into his room to wake him up for school. And how did he do that? Well, by tickling of course. He grabbed one of his feet and started to chew on his toes. The bites were gentle but it tickled like crazy. And worse, he even did the ‘This Little Piggy’ song with his toes but he changed it up to ‘This Little Spidey Piggy’. He never got to finish his meal however because One was running late for school. But now, he’s back.

And he has nowhere to go.

Faster than One could ever dread, Peter 3 grabbed one of his feet like he did last time and scooted closer to his feet so it could be more comfortable. “Ready for round two?” Peter 1 was too afraid to respond and just muffled his giggles. Unfortunately, Peter 3 was able to hear him. “Aw, are you already waiting. You’re such a good little Spidey. Yes you are. Tell you what, sense you’re waiting so patiently, I’ll start right now.” At that moment, Peter 1 tried to tug his leg from Three’s grip, but the grip was too firm.

It was too late.

Peter 3 used his index and thumb finger to wiggle his big toe. “This little spidey piggy went to market.” he said in an annoying baby voice. Peter 1 couldn’t contain his giggles and let them all out. “Gah! Nohohohoho threhehehehehehehehe stahahahahap!” Peter 3 gave his toe a kiss and moved on to the next one. “This little spidey piggy stayed home.”

“Eeeeeeehehehehehehehehehehe ahahahahahahaha!” Peter 1 squealed earning another kiss to his second toes. “This little spidey piggy had roast beef.” Peter 3 smiled when a couple of snorts escaped from his little brother’s mouth. Peter 1 stuck his tongue out but was grateful for the covers covering his face. “This little spider piggy had none.” Peter 1 knew where this was going. “NOHO PLEASE!”

“And this little spidey piggy cried...” Peter 3 pulled the covers back so Peter 1′s head was covered up but his body was exposed. Peter 3 slowly, with anticipation (and a smirk on his face), lifted his shirt up a bit and scribbled his fingers surprising the little spider. “AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA THREEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!”

“WEE WEE WEE!! All the way home.” As if on cue, Peter 1 made another snort sound. Peter 3 couldn’t help but chuckle as he pulled the covers from his brother’s face to reveal what he was searching for. A smile on his face. “There he is. There’s my little spidey.” Peter 3 said helped up Peter 1 while still recovering from his giggle shocks. Three placed him on his lap as One snuggled into his chest. “So, wanna tell me what happened?” he asked with sympathy as One sighed and told him about how the kids at school treated him like a bully again because he was so smart. “Hey, those kids ain’t got nothing on you. You’re the real deal. At the end of the day, those kids are just jealous cause they want to be as smart as you and they can’t be.” Peter 1 smiled and chuckled. “Thanks bro.”

“Any time. Little spidey!” Peter 3 said, putting his brother into a headlock to give him an all out noogie. “Hehehehehehey stahahahap iihihihihihit.”

“Bros, dinner’s ready! And stop nooging our little brother, he’ll have to use your shampoo again.” Peter 2 called from the kitchen making both little brothers laugh. “Come on One, Two made your favorite.”

“Pigs in a blanket? YES!” Peter 1 cried as he zoomed into the kitchen, Peter 3 right behind.

[just-a-fluffy-knight]

AWWWW THE SILLY BOYSSSS

If prompts are still open

Can I maybe have a lee peter 3 feeling a bit left out because you know middle sibling things?

Sorry I havnt got much of an idea

A Special Message

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Thank you for the prompt @touch-starved-switch ❤️ :) Sorry it took a bit to get here ❤️😅 But I hope you enjoy! ❤️ :))

Three scrolled up on his phone when Peter 1 turned to him.

"Hey Three, we have a message to give you."

The middle Peter looked up. "A message?"

"Yehep." Two tackled his brother to the ground.

"Ah! What kind of message is this!"

The eldest managed to pin Three's wrists to his chest as One knelt next to them. "A tickle message."

"Whahat! AH! NAH!"

"Come ohon." Peter 2 spidered up his younger brother's sides. "You haven't been tickled by us ihin fohoreveher!"

"NAHEEEEE!"

"Yeheah." Peter 1 attacked his hips. "You neheed toho lahaugh aha bit mohore!"

Peter 3 snorted.

"Ahawww, hehe snortehed!" Two teased.

"NAHAIHI DIDN'T!"

One moved up to tickle Three's armpits. "Liar!"

As Peter 3 cackled, he had to admit, he did feel included by the playful tickle message. He had been ignoring the two's conversation because he felt left out. The two were gushing about a new show they had been hyperfixating over the last few weeks that Three really didn't have an interest.

It seemed the two just always bonded easily over things that Three just didn't get. He knew they weren't intentionally leaving him. Hyperfixations always made any of them forget everyone else was in the room.

"Ahaw Twoho." One poked the middle Peter's stomach. "Hehe's nohot lihistenihing to our messahage."

"Noho! Ihim listenihing! I'm listenihing!"

"Mmm, I don't think he ihis." Two smirked. "Maybehe wehe need toho gehet his attention."

"Ah!" The middle Peter tried to squirm away. "Nohononoho! Ihi knohow what thahat fahace meheans!"

"Oho gohood." The eldest started to push up his younger brother's shirt. "So yohou knohow what's coming."

"Ah!" Three tried to grab his shirt back but One managed to keep his arms away. "Nah! TwoOOOO! YOU JEHERK!"

The eldest grinned as he continued blowing raspberries into his younger brother's stomach.

One giggled. "Yohou hahave hihis attention now Twoho."

The eldest looked up. "Finally paying attentihion?"

"Yehes!" Three squirmed and giggled. "Yes! Ihim ahall ehears!"

"Gohood cahause this is importahant." Two poked Three's stomach. "We love you soho much, and no hyperfixation will ever matter more than yohou."

The middle Peter blushed at the attention. "I knohow, Ihi knohow. You guhuys aharen't ignoring mehe ohon purpose. Yohou're juhust really fixated ohon thihis shohow."

"But wehe kihinda made you feel ignored by talking about it so much?" One asked.

Peter 3 hesitantly nodded.

Both Peter 1 and 2 turtled into their shoulders.

"We're sorry Three," Peter 2 replied. "Guess we just kinda got carried away the last few days."

"It's okahay." Three moved to sit up. "Ihi shouldn't be jealous over aha show."

"Do you want to watch something different instead?" One offered.

Three shrugged. "What did you have in mind?"

"Hmm, not sure," One tapped his chin.

"I have an idehea" Peter 2 smirked. "Why don't wehe plahay aha gahame instead."

Three's eyes widen as he scrambled back. "Twoho! Don't yohou dahare!"

Peter 1 mirrored the eldest's smirk.

"Ohone! Nohot yohou tohoo!"

The eldest crouched. "Run."

A moment later, Three bolted off the couch and out of the room with the other two Peters hot on his trail.

The show was forgotten for the rest of the afternoon.

[writingfics-passingtime]

I’M BACK (and a sneak peek)

Hello lovely readers !!

I’m back to tumblr, to writing, and I’m looking forward to what I’m going to write in 2022.

I have no idea what these next few months will bring creatively, but I’m wanting to try lots of different things. Here’s your warning that NWH got me in a fuckin vice grip so expect some Peter 3 content and some Matt Murdock content.

Life is a little busier so I’ll be posting less frequently, but I have a dozen ideas in my head right now (and am making good progress on what will probably be my longest fic yet).

For now, I’ve been working on a Peter 3 fic. It’s about half done. Still untitled. Here’s a sneak peek:

He yanked you even closer, your hips nearly over his legs, and got to work on prying your bicep away from your side. “What do we have here, huh?”

“Peter, so help me go-AHH NO!” You yelped and sent your knee punting into his stomach. He made a small grimace, but your strength wasn’t really something that could hurt him. “Back OFF, Web-Head!” You shouted through nervous giggles, trying your best to keep your arms clamped to your sides. He scoffed and paused his wrestling, giving you a mischievous look.

“Really? You’re gonna get cute with me?” He resumed his grappling with much more determination than before. You squeaked and shook your head as he pulled you by your wrists to be sitting up, your faces close enough for you to see that devious sparkle in his eye. “Right now, you’re gonna get cute with me?!”

Can’t wait to catch up on all your lovely messages and comments over the next several days 💜

[mushyblushyredhead]

HEHEE I HAD to get Peter 3 next! >:3 Another victim claimed by Doc Ock! MWAHAHA! I feel like he wouldn’t last 3 seconds with those tickly actuators ehehe (*˃̵ᴗ˂̵*)

…Shouuuuld I get Peter 2 next?? 👀 ˚✧₊⁎( *｀ω´)

[jettorii]

@tklfluff HOLDING YOU IN MY ARMS RN THANK YOU FOR THIS <33

[grayishgiggles]

Differences

Spider-Man: No Way Home Tickle Fic

Obvious Spoilers for No Way Home below   

The three Peter Parkers after the events of No Way Home find a way to stay in touch and visit one another. During one of said visits, Peter 1 is struggling to process all that happened at the Statue of Liberty. Thankfully, he’s not alone, and has two older brothers to help him out and distract him.

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The sunset outlined the horizon with a silhouette of the damaged Statue of Liberty in center. Peter 1 still felt crappy that they made those construction workers’ jobs harder, but he felt even crappier remembering the events that occurred there. Because of his doing, he had to make everyone forget who he was.

Thankfully, not everyone forgot. He had two other Spider-Men sitting on both sides of him, their legs dangling on the side of the building they sat atop. The three Peters had just finished a fun swinging session in Peter 1’s New York, and now were finishing a box of pizza they ordered. Peter 1’s stomach churned at the sight of the monument ahead of them, but decided not to ask the other two to change locations. It wouldn’t be fun to be the wet blanket and ruin their good day.

“So...you’re telling me that a purple alien wiped out about half of the population, including you, and then you came back like 5 years later?” Peter 3 asked while chewing.

Peter 1 nodded absentmindedly. “Yeah. It just happened so fast.” He didn’t make eye contact to the other Peters looking at him. His eyes were locked on the statue. He didn’t even notice he was doing it. “When I came back…it was like I was a ghost to people.”

Peter 2 hummed. “That’s…that’s unbelievable. That must’ve been a lot.”

“It was.”

The shortness of the youngest’s responses made Peter 2 and 3 exchange concerned looks. They then glanced where Peter 1 was staring, and the older Peters’ expressions softened.

“Hey, how about we move elsewhere? Away from this area?” Peter 2 suggested, placing a gentle hand on Peter 1’s shoulder.

Peter 1 looked up to Peter 2. He didn’t know why, but looking into the eldest’s eyes made him tear up. Peter 2 had a softness to him that felt comforting. He blinked.

“I miss them...” Peter 1 couldn’t hold it back anymore. He looked down and sobbed.

Peter 2 and 3 instinctually embraced the youngest, having him in the middle of the big hug.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay buddy..”

“We’re here. We got ya.”

Peter 1 had lost so much in such little time: his best friend and girlfriend forgot him, his aunt killed, his father figure sacrificed. All he had now was these two versions of himself from different worlds. The hug between them lasted what felt like forever, but it was something not just Peter 1 needed, but all three needed. They’ve been through a lot after all. Once the silence got too deafening, Peter 3 broke it.

“I...should’ve picked a better place for us to land. I’m sorry, Pete,” he mumbled sheepishly. He himself was fighting back tears. Peter 1 simply mumbled back an inaudible word, assumed to be him forgiving the other.

“Let’s get off this edge, okay? Get on the ground guys.” Peter 2 instructed gently, as he kept hold of the hug as the three scooted away from the ledge of the building to sit along the wall on the roof. “There we go.”

Peter 1 wiped his face of tears and was beginning to calm down. He brought his knees to his chest. “How do you guys...keep going..? Like…does it get better?”

“That’s a good question,” Peter 3 joked, resting his head against the wall. Peter 1 gave a weak smile to it.

“I mean, when Uncle Ben died, it was what he said to me that kept me going. It’s kept me going for a while now. Knowing someone trusted that power within you to do good...that’s what got me through it all.” Peter 2 stated. He had an arm wrapped around the youngest.

“With great power..” Peter 1 started.

“Comes great responsibility,” finished the older two.

“Yeah,” Peter 2 continued. “Peter 1...the stuff you said you’ve gone through, it’s so much for someone your age. You, heck, all of us should’ve been busy going to prom in high school, not fighting electricity guys and aliens.” “Yeah,” Peter 3 chimed in, “no one prepared us for this job, remember?”  He patted the youngest’s arm, who in turn shrugged.

“Heh, I wish I was...” Peter 1 smiled sadly. The other two nodded in sad agreement. It would’ve been nice to have gotten a handbook on superhero stuff.

Suddenly, an amused smile grew on Peter 2′s face. He chuckled. “You know…it’s so odd we have these special similarities yet there’s so many different little things about us. Like with the ‘great power, great responsibility’ thing?”

“It’s almost like we’re the same people from different universes,” Peter 3 chimed in sarcastically.

“Okay, okay, true. But you know what I mean, right?”

“So…wait,” Peter 1 perked up, still sniffling, “going back to the difference thing…Peter 2 has organic webbing. You and me don’t.” He motioned at Peter 3. “Why’s that?”

“Just means I’m better than you two.” Peter 2 teased.

“Heyyy!” Peter 1 and 3 whined at the same time. It made the older one laugh. The sad tension in the room was melting away the more they talked.

“What? Am I wrong?”

“Yes, old man, you’re wrong.” Peter 3 said, receiving a glare from his older brother. “Did he just call me old??” Peter 2, looked to Peter 1, who nodded and giggled in response. “How rude.”

Peter 1 seemed to be doing much better. Once the giggles subsided, his curiosity continued to unfold. “W-what dihid the bite do to you guys? Cause it made my senses go berserk and it was like…I could see and hear and smell everything and-!”

“Oh yeah I had the same thing happen!” Peter 3 chirped.

“You did?”

“Yeah!”

“No way!”

“Yes way!”

“Did it make you really ticklish too??”

Peter 3 nodded with a giggle. “Honestly the worst thing that I got from that bite.”

Peter 1’s eyes drifted as he laughed for a moment. They met Peter 2’s blue eyes. He wore a grin, but it was different this time. His Peter tingle went off immediately.

“What was this about you being really ticklish?” The oldest asked.

His spider sense screamed at him to bolt, but he didn’t. Peter 1 simply crossed his arms, shrugging nonchalantly. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t believe that. Peter 3?”

“Well, he mentioned if I got ticklish by the bite too…” the middle brother answered, “sooooo…”

Peter 1 attempted to sit up but his wrist was snatched by Peter 2. “That means he is!”

With one single pull, the youngest brother was pulled back to the ground. He let out a yelp with his legs kicking. Peter 2 had trapped him in his lap with Peter 1′s back against his chest. Peter 3 simply sat facing the other two. “Don’t kill him!” He joked.

“I’m not, don’t worry. Let’s just test some things here. Hey, maybe we have different tickle spots.” Peter 2 rested his hands on Peter 1’s sides, making him flinch and his arms dart down to protect his midsection.

 “So where are you ticklish?”

“Nowhere.”

“Are you lying to me?” The oldest asked. For that he gave Peter 1’s sides a few squeezes. The littler one squealed and covered his face.

“Lying to your own brother…how could you, Lil Spidey?” Peter 3 teased, acting all offended. He moved to sit on the kid’s legs so he was effectively trapped.

“Don’t c-call me that! Get off!”

“Call you what? Lil Spidey?” Peter 2 cooed, his fingers fluttering up to his lower ribs. Peter 1 tried to curl in on himself, but Peter 2 pulled him back upright. Laughter began bubbling in the youngest’s throat. “Why’re you hiding? I thought you weren’t ticklish.”

“Something tells me he actually is,” Peter 3 hummed, smiling. “Wait, get his lil belly!” The middle brothers’ fingers shot at his stomach and tickled there. Peter 1 burst into helpless giggles.

“NOHoho! I-I’m not little!” He choked out.

“There’s that giggle!” Peter 2 exclaimed. His hands moved to squeeze his sides some more. Peter 1 wiggled side to side but couldn’t avoid the tickles any better. His hands moved from his face to grasp the oldest’s wrists. His childish smile could be seen.

“And there’s that smile!”

Peter 1 kicked his legs but Peter 3’s weight kept them down. It didn’t seem like there was any escape. He knew having two different versions of yourself would have consequences such as the multiverse nearly imploding, but he never expected that he’d deal with two older brothers tickle-attacking him. Peter 2 ceased his tickles which prompted Peter 3 to do the same.

“Okay, how about we make this easier? Peter 3, where’s your worst spots?”

“Are you gonna get me?”

“I won’t if you tell me.”

Peter 3 shared a glance at Peter 1, who’s eyes were puppy-like. Despite the pleading look, he wanted to see his little bro smile some more. He smirked. “I know my ribs get bad.”

“No!”

“And now, we see if Lil Spidey’s ribs are bad too.” Peter 2 went back up to his ribs, tickling with more pressure. A stream of bubblier giggles accompanied by a loud snort came out of the youngest’s mouth. It shocked both older brothers.

“Was that a snort?” Peter 3 asked, his mouth agape dramatically. Peter 1 answered by letting out more snorts.

“Awwwww!!” Both older Peters cooed, their hearts warming. Peter 1’s face was dusted in a blush. “ShuhuUT UP!”

“I’ll just stick around here, then.” Peter 2 turned his fingers into claws and vibrated them on the boy’s rib cage.

“NOHOO!! PEHEheheTer tWO-“ his laugh doubled in volume. It was interrupted by another snort, “QuiHIHIT IT QUIHIHIT IT!!” Peter 1 threw his head back which just landed on the older one’s chest.

“I dunno if we can stop just yet, Lil Spidey. Gotta run these tests for multiverse science,” Peter 2 responded. “Who knows if our ticklishness could save the world?”

Peter 3 was tapping Peter 1’s leg as he watched the tickling unfold. Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in his head. “Hold on, I got an idea.”

The tickling stopped, something Peter 1 thanked the almighty above for. Unfortunately that didn’t last long because Peter 3 gave a squeeze to his kneecap. The youngest didn’t expect himself to squeak and kick out. The two oldest laughed.

“New spot unlocked!!” Peter 3 exclaimed, continuing to squeeze there over and over. While it wasn’t as bad as his ribs, the strange tickles there got his bubbly giggles going.

“HehHEY not thehere!” “Did ya not know you were ticklish here?”

“N-No-” Peter 3 gave another knee squeeze, “ACk-nOHoho!!”

“So what we’ve discovered so far is that Peter 1’s got some ticklish ribs, legs, belly, sides…at this point he’s ticklish everywhere.” Peter 2 thought out loud. “You have ticklish knees too, Peter 3?”

Peter 3 shrugged as he gave a hard squeeze to the kid’s thigh, which elicited a yelp. “I dunno. Maybe that’s a difference between us all! Different tickle spots?”

“Except for the ribs. You guys are both bad there.”

“Okay yea- are yours bad? What about you? Are you ticklish?!”

“Pfft. You’re not tickling me.” Peter 2 deadpanned. 

“Ohohoh my gohod! Youhou guys are meheheeAAN!!” The teasing conversation the other two had was making Peter 1 even more blushy. His laughter went back up as Peter 2 began the rib tickling again.

“Sorry, I got bored and wanted to hear the little guy snort again.” Peter 2 chuckled.

 Peter 3 then gasped. “Ooh try his armpits!”

“His armpits?”

“They’re my worst spot! What if we have the same worst spots?”

Peter 1 shook his head. “PETER 3 NO!!”

“Good thinking, number 3!” Peter 2 sneered playfully. “You know what? You do the honors. I’ll keep him held.” Peter 2 stopped his tickles and grabbed the giggly boy’s wrists. He raised them above his head and put them in an arm lock.

“Yess!!” Peter 3 hissed excitedly. Peter 1 wiggled like a worm to get out but the older one’s damn strength was unmatched. So much for being the “old man.” Peter 3 adjusted himself on top of the boy’s legs as his grin grew bigger. “It’s tickle timeeeee!”

“Nooooo don’t sahay it like that!!”

“Someone nervous for tickle time?” Peter 3 cooed in a childish voice. He hovered his wiggling fingers over Peter 1. The kid broke into giggles.

“Dohohon’t do that!!”

“Do what?”

“Th-thehe wiggle finger thing!!”

“Is it making it worse?” Peter 3 feigned innocence, slowly moving his wiggling fingers close to Peter 1’s underarms. He yelped.

“YEHehes!! It’s wohorse!! Stop it!”

“He’s barely touching you and you’re already giggling,” Peter 2 chimed in. “How cute is that?”

Peter 1 wanted to kill both of them. This was worse than any torture he had endured. He was in stitches now, with Peter 3’s fingers walking down from his biceps closer and closer to his underarms.

“Dohohon’t do it!!”

“Do what?”

“Tickle me!”

Peter 3 didn’t hesitate as his fingers scribbled his hollows. Peter 1 squealed and arched his back, exploding into high pitched laughter. “NONONOHOHOOO! THAHAT-THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEHEANT!!”

“What did you mean?” Peter 2 asked. 

“DOHON’T TIHICKLE!!”

“I heard to tickle tickle tickleeee!“ Peter 3 cooed, his amused smile hurting his cheeks. Both Peters were beaming. The kid’s laughter was very much contagious. It also felt therapeutic in a way. Peter 1 had been through a lot, so to have the boy laugh freely and not worry about what else was going on was a relief. He was just a kid and deserved to be one.

“You know, I think you needed this! Isn’t it nice to let those giggles out?” Peter 2 cocked his head to the side.

“PEHETER 2 SHUHUHUSHHH!!”

Peter 1’s face was a bright pink from laughing his heart out. The teasing sure wasn’t helping, especially Peter 2’s teases being told to him three inches away from his face.

“Oh wait I know what to do! This used to make Gwen go crazy!” Peter 3 switched to a new method of drilling his underarms with his thumbs instead. “Brrrrrr!” He mimicked the sound of a drill for fun.

“AAA-!!” Peter 1 shrieked, his giggles morphing into cackles. “NONOHOHO THAT’S AWFUHUHUHULL!! Q-QUIT IHIT!” He nearly broke out of Peter 2’s hold which surprised the eldest.

“I think we’re correct in our hypothesis,” Peter 2 said, “maybe we all share the same worst spots!”

“The curse of ticklish armpits,” Peter 3 joked as he ceased his tickles. At that point Peter 1 was going into silent laughter. 

He gasped for air and curled into a giggly ball on the floor once Peter 2 let go of his arms. The older brothers scooted next to him.

“You okay?

“Were we too mean, buddy?” The oldest asked, patting his back which made Peter 1 flinch.

“Y-yes..! Nehever do..do that again!”

“Okay, we can’t promise that,” Peter 3 said. “Your laugh? That was the cutest thing on earth!”

“And look, you’re all smiley now!” The oldest cheered. “How do you feel?”

“I mehean...tired,” Peter 1 panted, “...but better.”

Peter 1 after a few more minutes of regaining his breath sat up, a bright smile plastered on his face. Despite it being awful to be tickled like that, he had a small part of him that enjoyed it. He hadn’t been tickled much since Tony was around. It brought him back to those good times. He honestly forgot what they were discussing earlier. All that mattered right now was that he had brothers to be with.

Peter 1 weakly opened his arms for a hug. “Thank y-hEHEY!” Peter 3 gave a quick tickle to his ribs. “No mohohore!!”

“I couldn’t resist!” Peter 3 chuckled as he gave Peter 1 a big hug. Peter 2 joined in, wrapping his arms around both of his littler brothers.

“As I was saying…thank you guys.” Peter 1 said. “I…I dunno I guess I needed it.”

“It’s what we do, Lil Spidey,” Peter 2 said. “Now we know how ticklish Peter 1 is, which is very.”

All three laughed.

“Next is Peter 3.”

Peter 3’s smile faded. “What?”

“Isn’t that what we’re doing? Finding our differences?” Peter 2 gave a smirk to Peter 1. The youngest nodded with a playful smile. “Yeah!”

Peter 3 broke the hug. “No no no not now! You said you wouldn’t get me! That’s unfair!”

“I never promised!” Peter 2 stood, up, prepared to strike. However, he caught a glimpse of the Statue of Liberty in the corner of his eye. Staying in this spot risked Peter 1 feeling bad again. He had to choose mercy. He let his hands fall to his sides. “Fine. Not now, but soon, got it? Plus it’s getting dark and I gotta sleep.”

The middle brother lowered his guard. “Thank god for old man sleepiness.” “Excuse me?” “Nothing! Let’s just head home!!” Peter 3 scurried to throw away their now empty pizza box and grab his mask. Peter 2 simply looked back at the youngest. “Don’t worry, I’ll get him good sometime.” He patted his back.

“Thanks,” Peter 1 smiled. 

“Now go get that mask of yours, ok? We’re losing daylight!” And so he did. As he put on his homemade mask, his heart was warm. For some reason, hearing Peter 2 act like such a dad made Peter 1′s day better.

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You can read part two HERE!

[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

ok bc i have two hcs that i love

firstly peter is absolutely the annoying mf to like, put ur hands around his neck then web em together??? and it’s scary

secondly he gets stuck so much like he’s a genius he will spit out algebra you couldn’t find in einstein’s laboratory but then he’ll like get his hand stuck in the dishwasher and be like ‘can u help’ or like he’ll trip on air or up the stairs i’m sorry he’s brilliant he is bjt he’s such an idiot (coming from a brilliant idiot)

THESE HEADCANONS ARE SO CUTE????? I CAN'T- THESE ARE MF ADORABLE HELP-

(Off topic but this dress she wore in Enchanted is everything and I need it-)

The whole idea of Peter just generally being an adorably annoying little shit is so cute- 😭💛

He would 100% web your hands together around the back of his neck. What happened next could go at least three ways and it's scary especially in regards to one of these three 😳:

Kiss attack, where he's just showering your face with cute kisses and rambling about how much he loves you (cute. Just so cute.)

Snuggle-bug, where he just says you're stuck there while he snuggles and hugs you forever (I could absolutely go for some snuggles and hugs from Peter 3)

Tickle monster, (personal fav 🏃🏽‍♀️) in which he's gonna get all your weak spots and you're just stuck there shrieking and giggling- You can't even shield your weak spots because you can't pull your arms down and you're just whining about how annoying he's being.

"PEHEHEHETEHEHER PAHAHAHARKEHERR! Youhouhou're sohohoho ahahahannohoyiiing!"

"Mhm. Heheard. But why ahare you laughing when you say it?"

(This absolute menace- I love him)

The second headcanon is so hilariously cute and it's so FITTING for his character 😭💙

I think if you happened to walk downstairs and see Peter with his hand stuck in the dishwasher you'd start full on belly laughing so hard that you'd be crying while Peter's concerned that you're in tears from giggling and also concerned because his frickin hand is still stuck in the damn dishwasher 😖 You're legit like:

And Peter's like:

"*hic* IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHAAAAN'T! IHIHI CAHAHAN'T! *hic* PEHEHETER! HOHOHOW DIHIHIHID THIHIS HAHAHAHAPPENNNN!?"

"Bugs, please. Help me- Why are you CRYING!?"

*cue you having actually fallen to the FLOOR because the scene is so funny*

If he ever trips on air and you happen to see, you'll be trying so hard not to giggle

And if Peter hears you, definitely run. He's gonna give you something to laugh about 🤭🏃🏽‍♀️

These headcanons 😭💖 soft season I'm telling you. So so cute thank you for sharing 🥺

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

i had this prompt idea that gives me butterflies everytime i think about it!

Peter 2 tickling peter 1 and peter 1 and doing really good at not laughing! BUT....He really wants to make him laugh so he calls in Peter 3 because he knows peter 3 can be ruthless sometimes going for people's worst spots, etc. So i see peter 2 being like "okay...i guess i have to call him...Ohh peter 3"! And Peter 1 going completely bug eyes bc he knows he's gonna lose!

Ler!Peter3 lee!peter1

(The part where Peter 2 says he would have to call Three gave me an idea for a twist in the fic 😁 I hope you enjoy Anon! ❤️)

"Okay . . . I guess I have to call him . . . Ohh Peter 3!"

The youngest's eyes widened comically as Peter 2 held up his phone.

Soon, Three's voice filled the room. "Hey guys!"

"Hey Three!"

One squirmed. "Don't listen to him Three!"

"Whahat's going on?"

Two started skittering his fingers across One's tummy and sides. "Wehell, Ihi have a stubborn lihittle ohone here that I need to help laugh. Ahany chahance you can come ohover and lend a hand?"

"Aww! I would love too Two!" Some papers shuffled around on Three's end. "Buhut I'm at work right now."

Two's fingers paused. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you had to work today."

"It's okay, I'm on break right now. Plus, I'd likd to hear thohose gigglehels. I could really uhuse aha pick me up."

"Three!"

"Ihi would help you out, buhut I can't get him to laugh." Peter 2 added.

"Aww, come on Bug. Dohon't hog all thehe giggles."

The youngest blushed and stubbornly shook his head.

"Please?" Two asked and tried to make puppy eyes at the youngest Peter.

One shook his head again and a small smile crept across his face.

The oldest playfully sighed. "No luck Three."

"Hmm . . . We might have to work together on this one Two."

"Really?"

"Yeah! Put me on speaker and set the phone near One's ear."

Two did just what Three asked.

"Petey? Can you hear me?"

The youngest Peter glanced at the phone. ". . . Yes?"

"Perfect!" From Three's side of the phone came the sound of shuffling before a door closed. "Alright Two, work that wiggling finger magic!"

A grin spread across Two's face as he did so. "Ahalright."

Three cleared his throat. "Daww, whose a tickwish wittwe cuwtie? Youw awre! Yes youw awre!"

The blush on One's face darkened. "Hey!"

The next instant, two sets of fingers began crawling across the youngest's ribs.

"Ahh! T-two!"

Three chuckled. "That was cwose! Wittwe baby Buwg is being stubbown."

Two's phone vibrated. From One's perspective, he couldn't see the text. However, Peter 2 quickly read it.

The oldest's Peter grinned. "Oo."

"W-what's with th-that face?"

Peter 2 rested his fingers on One's stomach. "Go ahead Three."

Three started singing at the same Two's fingers started tapping his tummy. "Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man! Bake me a cake as fast as you can!"

"No!"

Two's fingers ran up and down One's tummy while Three sang, "Roooooll it."

"Two!"

The fingers tapped One's tummy and the voice sang, "Paaaat it."

"Three!"

One finger drew a B. "And mark it with a B."

"Oh no!"

Two leaned forward and blew a raspberry into One's tummy. "Add a raspberry."

"Eep!"

Two lifted his finger and slowly wiggled his finger down while Three's voice replied. "Aaaaaaand . . ."

"W-wait!"

Two wiggled his finger into One's belly button and Three sang in a silly high pitched voice. "Put it in the oven for baby, Peter 2, and me!"

Peter 1 was a blushing, wiggling mess, but he had yet to let out a proper giggle.

"Wohow! Someone is being really stubborn."

A squeaky sound came from Peter 3's side, as if he was leaning back in a chair. "Oo, a challenge hmm? Mahahaybe he needs some 'pit' persuasion Two."

One's eyes bugged as Two quickly wrestled his arm above his head. "Waaahahay ahead of you Three."

"T-two! D-don't w-work with h-him!"

Two dangled his fingers over One's armpit. "Gehetting pretty hard toho hold those giggles back huh?"

One was already grinning and he was shaking from pent up giggles. "N-no!"

"Wehell see about thahat." The oldest Peter turned to the phone. "Whenever you're ready Three."

The squeaky sound returned. "You got those fingers wiggling?"

Two's fingers started moving. "Yep!"

"Okay! Lower 'em!"

The oldest Peter slowly lowered his fingers as Three started to sing again. "I'm a little giggle bug, giggle bug, giggle bug! I'm a little giggle bug, and I loooooove. . ."

Peter 1 squeaked.

"Go!"

Peter 2 attacked and One squealed.

"Giggles!" Three sang.

The youngest Peter broke into loud laughter and squirmed all over the place. "NAHAHA! NAHAHAT THEHEHRE!"

"Thehere we go!" Three teased. "Nohow was thahat soho hard?"

"GEHET OHOUT OHOF THEHERE!"

Two moved back down to Peter 1's sides. "Ahare yohou going to give uhus some giggles now?"

The youngest Peter giggled adorably as he squirmed in Two's hold. "Peheter!"

"Ahaww, wisten tow the cuwtness," Three cooed. "Thahat mahade my day."

"Shuhu--." One snorted. "-huhush!"

Two cooed and bent down to One's neck. "Wook at that wittwe face."

Peter 1's giggles became high pitched as Two attacked his face and neck with kisses. He had to pause to check his phone when it vibrated again.

"Whahat's uhup?" One asked.

Peter 2 wiggled some fingers into One's stomach. "Giggle fohor me?"

"Eep! Hehey!"

Peter 2 snapped a picture. "Thank you."

Peter 1 scowled at the oldest. "Why'd yohou do thahat?"

The oldest Peter typed something on his phone. "Becahause."

"Aww, thank you Two," Three cooed from the other end of the phone. "Thahat's myhy new home screen."

Peter 1 whined.

"Ahaw, sohomeone's cranky," Two teased.

"Maybe becahause you stopped?" Peter 3 asked.

Two set his phone aside. "Guehess Ihi better give him some more."

The youngest Peter squeaked and his giggles picked back up again as Two restarted his kiss attack on his neck.

"Aww, wittwe bwushy Bambino," Two cooed.

"Muhusic to my---."

Three suddenly went quiet.

Peter 2 paused his tickles. "Three?"

"Hold on a second Pete. Hey, what's up? . . . Okay, I'll be right there!"

"Everything okay." Two asked again.

"Yeah, everything's okay. I gotta head back to work now though."

"Awww, so soon?"

"Unfortunately."

"Ahalright." Peter 2 held up his phone. "Say bye Peanut?"

"Byhye Three," One called out.

"Bye Bug. Are you going to be okay? We didn't go to far?"

"Noho . . . Ihit wahas fun."

Both older brothers cooed.

"Enohough with the cohooing! Ihi'm not that cute!"

"Wehe beg to differ Pete, but wehell have to discuss that later. For now, you need a nap and I need to go back to work. See ya tonight guys!"

"Bye Three!"

As soon as Three hung up, Peter 2 hopped off the youngest and grabbed a nearby blanket. "Ahalright Peanut, nap time."

"But Ihim not tired!"

One yawned immediately after his statement.

Two chuckled and crawled on to the bed next to the youngest. "Come on, we'll watch a movie until you finally fall asleep."

Peter 1 cuddled closer to his older brother. "Okahay."

Peter 2 stroked One's hair. "What do you want to watch Peanut?"

"Mmm."

"Star Wars it is."

Peter 2 started the movie. However, even with the promise of his favorite movie, Peter 1 didn't last past the opening credits.

And Peter 2 may have snapped a quick picture to send to Peter 3.

[supermarvel-fics]

Tickletober Day 12: Surprise

fandom: marvel

word count: 960

pairing: peter 3 x reader (established relationship)

summary: peter keeps pulling tricks on you, so you find something to use against him

You had been trying to find something—anything—to get on Peter’s nerves.

He had been “pranking” you nonstop the past few days; hiding the remote, turning the lights off while you were showering, changing common words in your phone to “I love Peter”. Honestly, you couldn’t even call them pranks. They were just little things that irked you, and Peter knew it.

You’d brought it up to him after the sixth or seventh time he’d gotten under your skin.

“Okay, what gives, Peter? Why are you constantly playing tricks on me?” You crossed your arms over your chest, eyeing your boyfriend warily.

“Because it’s October! It’s spooky season. I have to cause as much mischief as possible,” He responded with excitement in his tone, as if this was something you should be enjoying, too. It wasn’t as if you hated him for it, but it was the type of pranks he pulled that were more irritating than funny.

“And who are you? The God of Mischief?”

“No,” Peter laughed. “A variant of him, maybe.”

You rolled your eyes before turning away and walking back to the kitchen. “Expect some major payback, Parker!”

Since then, you’ve tried a few things, but seemingly nothing could be as bothersome as things were to you. Maybe you just had a short temper.

You’d tried eating his favorite snacks, but he just chuckled and said he’d buy more. You mismatched all of his socks, which took a lot of effort, and all he did was wear them that way. By the end of the week, you’d started running out of ideas to annoy him.

That was until you’d witnessed one of his friends trying to get his attention in class. You sat in the back away from Peter because you new sitting next to your boyfriend would only end badly for you and your grades, and watched as the scene played out.

Peter’s friend obviously needed his attention, so he began poking him since Peter wasn’t answering. After a few seconds, Peter ripped his arm away from the friend and quickly looked at him.

“What?” He hissed through a whisper.

“Do you have a pencil I can borrow?” The friend asked. You heard Peter grunt, angrily searching for a writing utensil to give to him.

It was exactly the kind of information you needed to get the upper hand on him. Peter was bothered by over-excessive poking. That was easy enough to do at home. Class ended half an hour after that and you began plotting your boyfriend’s future demise.

Peter walked into your shared apartment not too long after you did, throwing his bag down and heading straight into the kitchen. You heard the door shut, prompting you to leave your position on the couch and follow him.

“Hey,” You greeted him. Peter turned his head over to where your voice came from and smiled in response.

“Hi, gorgeous.” He turned back to the counter, continuing to make his sandwich.

“How was your last class?” You asked, walking closer to him.

“Fine.”

“Just fine?”

“Mhm,” Peter hummed, nodding. It was like he was setting the scene up himself. Smiling, you poked him in the arm a couple times.

“Come on, I know you wanna tell me everything!” You said, still prodding his bicep. You heard a huff come through his nose as he swiped the condiments onto the bread.

“It was just fine, babe! Nothing crazy happened.”

His half-assed answer didn’t stop you. You began poking his faster, moving from his arm to his back.

“I know you’re lying,” You sang out. You added your other hand, alternating fingers down his back and over to his side.

“I’m not ly-HING!” Peter squeaked, arching away from your hands out of instinct. The two of you froze—Peter dropping his butter knife and your eyes falling from his face to his waist.

“I feel like I just won the lottery,” You whispered, a smirk rising to your features. Peter’s eyes widened.

“What?”

“You have been getting on my last nerve for the past two weeks and I’ve been trying to get you back, but I couldn’t find anything that bothered you enough. Until today when that guy in class kept poking you. And now, I find out that Peter Parker is ticklish! What a surprise!” You dramatically exclaim, inching closer to him. “This is perfect payback for all those stupid pranks you pulled on me.”

You pounced on him, instantly squeezing at his sides. Peter shrieked and fell into hysterical laughter, his elbows clamping down on your hands. His legs buckled beneath him and you followed him down to the ground. It surprised you that he didn’t immediately run or force you off of him. You knew about his late-night activities, so you knew he was stronger than you and could have easily pushed you away.

“OKAY! OKAHAY! BAHAHABE!” Peter yelled through cackling laughter once you worked your way upwards towards the middle of his ribcage. His hands found your wrists to pry them away, but you pulled away first to head straight for his kn.

Again, you were shocked to find out just how ticklish your boyfriend was as you used your middle finger and thumb to pinch at the muscle above his knee. Maybe even more ticklish than you.

“Apologize for playing all those tricks and stop doing them!” You bartered with him. He nodded, kicking out to attempt to shake your hands off of him.

“SORRYHY! I’M SOHORRY! NO MOHORE!”

You ceased your tickle attack at his apology, triumphantly grinning at the disheveled state your boyfriend was in. “That was cute. I’ll have to do that more often.”

Peter glared at you as he caught his breath. “Not if I get you first.”

[fanficsandfluff]

“…don’t you dare.”

(Peter 3 to Peter 2)

I haven't touched the ones sitting in my inbox since starting my Encanto fic, so I'll now be getting to some of these. Thank you for your patience.

(NOT ACCEPTING) Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five...

(you will see that I am handling the "next five" part very loosely lol)

"... don't you dare."

"Oh, I dare," Peter 2 responded with a funny quirk of his eyebrow and a grin spreading across his lips.

Both Peters sat still and stiff, as if they were trying to out-wait the other's spider senses for movement detection.

It was Peter 2 who made the first move and Peter 3 turned out to not be as quick as he hoped against a mirror Spider-Man. He was pulled back onto the couch and wrists were bundled up in one of Peter 2's hands.

"Make that noise again," Peter 2 teased, using his free hand to stroke one finger up and down Peter 3's side.

"St-Stohop!" Peter 3 whined and he twisted and wriggled like a worm on a hook. It didn't help when his captor dug two fingers into the space between his bottommost ribs. Peter 3 yelped.

"You're almost there. Not quite like that, though, it was more squeaky..." Peter 2 contemplated before scratching all his fingers up Peter 3's ribs, approaching the other's armpits. Peter 3's arms that sat in front of him, wrists pinned, jerked suddenly and hard, pulling back to try and shield his armpits.

"Squ-Squeaky!?" Peter 3 choked out, offended.

"Yeah. Hold still," Peter 2 fully straddled his variant and lifted those wrists up over his head, without much protest, believe it or not. Hm.

"Duhude! Dude, no, come on, Pete. Dohon't, I just flinched before, that's all!"

"You're not making a good case for yourself," Peter 2 said with his innocent-as-ever smile and look on his face. A nice guy til the end.

The minute Peter 3 felt fingers stroking up and down and in circles into his armpits, he was done for. He was shrieking and snorting, and making any other fathomable embarrassing noise.