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Hi. You can call me âLeeâ as that is unironically my nickname irl. Iâm 20 years old and my pronouns are she/her.
I like Spider-Man and Marvel in general. I also like⌠that one word that starts with a t. Iâm kinda new to Tumblr so plz go easy on me as I try to figure out what the fuck is going on.
Wouldnât really consider myself an amazing writer or anything, Iâm just bored and running out of fanfic to read. Plus, I feel like the Spider-Verse gives you an open invitation to create your own Spider-Man universe/story with your own rules/events/lore/etc.
As is evident from my hyper fixation of Peter as a ler, I am a lee. I plan on making reader inserts, but Iâll try not to write â(Y/N)â a lot. Iâll probably use nicknames like âBugâ or âDoveâ for when Peter refers to the reader.
Will only be writing about Peter unless Iâm a liar and decide to write about someone else. Usually I am imagining Andrew Garfieldâs Peter but you can imagine any Pete you want. Not all stories will be NSFW but I would like to keep this page 18+ so MDNI. Not all stories will be t-word related either (how tf am i gonna do this if i canât even write out the goddamn word).
Feel free to ask any questions if you have any!
(also iâm writing these out of pure self indulgence so sorry if no one else actually wants to read this shit)
#spider-man#peter parker#peter parker x reader#tickle fic#ler!peter parker#lee!reader#peter parker tickle#tkl community#tickle fluff#fluff#peter parker fluff#spider-man tickle#marvel fanfiction#marvel tickle#tickle community
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If you're still taking colored re-draws, perhaps the one with lee!Miles where Peter is picking him up in a hug? Always found that one adorable! Your art is so amazing and it's wonderful to see it revisited with your skills!
It's time to go back and do some coloring on an old sketch â¨
And as I understand it, we are talking about this sketch ĂšwĂş (I still like the pose in this drawing, I'm proud of myself â¨â¨â¨)
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peter and wade discovered the 0.5 filter
logan wasnât impressed
cropped versions below the cut
fuck i forgot loganâs mutton-chops
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#this was so lazy omg#peter parker#wade wilson#logan howlett#poolverine#or#spideypool#or a bit of both#whatever tickles your fancy#my art#artists on tumblr#deadpool and wolverine#spiderman#deadpool#wolverine
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THIS IS AMAZING OH MY GOSH! I love it, itâs so cute
hi, your writing is incredible! if you're still taking prompts, how about #29 with the spidey brothers? maybe peter 2 & 3 are watching a scary movie on the couch and peter 1 pops up and screams to scare them, so they yank him over into their laps to exact revenge
29. Tickling the other one
None of the Peters cared much for the horror genre. Their instinct and experience either made them indifferent or wound them up too much to find enjoyment in it. There was terror, blood and violence in the field every day, which meant they were either too desensitized to the sights or reminded of too many real incidents.Â
That being said, some horror movies out there were a must-see if you claimed to be up-to-date with pop culture. Given that Peter Two and Three wanted to educate themselves on every part of Peter Oneâs high-speed world, they had finally decided to give it a shot.
They had done everything they could to make it as comfortable (and comforting) an experience as possibleâa blanket nest, drinks, snacks, candy, the works. Right now, however, neither of them dared to take a sip or a bite lest they risk choking when the big reveal came. Peter Two had at least gotten as far as picking up one of his cups, while Three had the armrest of the couch in a stranglehold. They could overhear each otherâs hearts racing but couldnât bear to look away from the screen to check in.
The tension was at its peak, the music had faded to complete silence, neither the characters onscreen nor the audience dared to breathe and thenâ
âAaaaagh!â
Peter Oneâs scream was ear-piercingly effective. Peter Three blindly dove to hit the deck, slamming into the coffee table to upend the entire bowl of M&Ms, while Twoâs drink spattered in every direction as he sprang onto the far wall.
âYes, yes!â Peter cackled, gleefully drumming his knees. âYes! I canât believe that worked!â
âPeterâ!â Two gasped, sagging down the wall and pressing his head into shaky hands. âH-HolyâHhhhââ Peter Three looked as if he had died on the spot, mouth agape, staring with huge, unblinking eyes at the ceiling. Peter One was kind enough to pause the movie and rewind it back for them even as he kept laughing.
âI thought you were gonna hear me coming! Oh, man, that was everything I couldâve hoped for!â Grinning broadly, he glanced between their stunned faces. âSo-o-oâŚyou gonna come and finish the movie or what? This next partâs really good, honestly.â
âDoes it involve calling an ambulance?â Peter Two managed hoarsely, clutching his chest as he dragged himself upright and stumbled back to his seat. Peter Three took a little longer, rolling over to crawl toward them in what appeared to be a state of shellshock.
âAw, donât be mad, Peter Three! Itâs not like this is even the worst weâve pranked each other! Heh, remember the vegemite?â Peter One pointed out cheerfully, though his smile waned when Three dropped onto the couch without a word or a glance in his direction. âWaitâŚare you? Three? Y-Youâre not actually mad at me, right?â
Three scoffed under his breath, looking away, and Peter softened in concern, leaning on the back of the couch for his attention. âHey, I-Iâm sorryâŚI didnât mean to freak you out so badâI mean, I did, but itâs not like it couldâve actually been a supervillain or a monster! The tingle wouldâve let us know right away if there was anyâwha-aah!â
He barely had time to register what had happened before Three wrestled him over the back of the couch. Before he had even fully landed, Peter Two had ahold of his arms and Peter Three his legs.
âYou wanna see a monster, bitty bug?â The edge of Threeâs grin was a little manic. âIâll show you a monster!â
âWhat?! Wait, wait, wa-haha-ait!â From there his protests devolved into helpless snorts and shrieks as Peter Three scratched at the soles of his trapped feet. âAhahagh! No, no-ho-ho!â
ââNo, no!ââ Three echoed tauntingly. âWell, youâre right about that: no help, no mercy, no escape! The tickle monsterâs got ya! Try screaming that loud again, I dare you!â
âIâd rather you didnât,â Two grunted. âIt hurts those of us with sensitive ears!â That said, he circled a finger around the shell of his ear, twisting a few of Peterâs messy curls in to aid him until he was tossing his head like a wild horse.
âP-Please, thatâs the wo-o-orst!â Three was attacking the crook of his knees now, undeterred by his haphazard attempts to kick. âAhagh! I haha-hate you!â
âWhoâs scarier now, Petey? Whoâs scary now?!â
âEep!â Hiccupping feebly, scrunching against Peter Two digging into the side of his neck, Peter One twisted, trying to bury his face in the couch cushions. âYou aha-are!â
âWhat was that? I didnât quite catch it; all I can get is this ringing for some reason! Whoâs the winner here?â
âY-You win, okay-hay, you win! You can sto-hop now, you g-go-hot me back already!â
âAlways do, always will,â Peter Three promised, drumming his fingers across his brotherâs stomach to wring one last breathless squeal out of him. âRemember that next time you think itâs a good idea to spook a predatory species! The beasts bite back fast!â
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Run
A/N; YO! Another fun lil Drabble while I decide on how on earth the next tiny story will play out! I really wanted to do something with a pair I havenât seen all that often yet and soooo bam Loki and Pete! â¨
Summary; Peter plays a prank on the god of mischief, Loki remembers a little quirk the young hero possesses thanks to an involuntary squeak. Not that either of them really minded
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âRun.â
Peter did not have to get told twice as he immediately stormed off with anticipating and panicked giggles. He wasnât sure why he decided to play daredevil and prank the god of mischief himselfâ well actually it was because he was bored. Hella so, with the avengers on a mission and only left behind with Loki who seemed to be engrossed by his books⌠boredom was inevitable.
Now what did he do you might ask; simple! He filled a bowl with pink glitter and put it at the top of the door and ultimately forgot about it until an hour later when he walked by just as the god fell into his trap.
Did he regret doing this? No. Not at all in fact as he literally snorted at the sight and told FRIDAY to take a picture.
Was he regretting it now? Probably not but his thoughts were running miles as he quickly rushed into the lounge, then the kitchen and around the counter. What would the god do when he caught him?! The avengers werenât home until midnight! Sure he wouldnât hurt him but it is the god of mischief after all!
Lokiâs grin made goosebumps spread all over his arms and neck and a giddy smile forced its way onto his features. âY-you know pink fihits you well.â He tried- and failed to choke back the giggle, his hand coming up to cover his mouth half heartedly. It was a sight to beholdâ the god of mischief hair and outfit full of shiny pink glitter.
Loki shook his head and tutted âtsk, tsk, tsk, you need to learn one thing kid; you donât play mischief on the god of mischief.â
Peter squeaked and moved around the isle as Loki moved. âWhy donât we drop this and ohorder pizza?â The god grinned âmy are we nervous Petey?â The teen gave him a small tiny whine as a reply which ripped a deep chuckle from the god.
Just that made Pete suddenly bolt for the lounge againâ only to collide with something strong⌠or someone as he was suddenly thrown over the gods shoulder and they turned around. The decoy vanished, only further proving that he was on the gods shoulder âWAIT- wait wait NOHonononono! Loki cohome on it was a harmless prank! Itâll wash out I Promihise! UhUHUsing magic is Unfahair!â Peter tried- and failed to flail enough to get out of the gods hold, resulting in him hitting the manâs back.
Loki huffed and adjusted the boy. Peter yelped and his hands shot down Lokis back to prevent himself from falling over, only hearing the god chuckle at his reaction. They continued down the hallâŚ. At least until the god subtly dug a little deeper into Peterâs back thigh and he squeaked out a protest âNOHo! StoHop that!yoHOuâre tickling mEHe!â Peter yelped and kicked out, one hand shooting off of the gods back to try and grapple at Lokis hands.
Loki stopped âthis just got a whole lot more amusing.â The playful and mischief in the gods voice made Peter sputter and his escape efforts suddenly spiked- legs kicked out, hands flailed and a long protest of giggly âNO!ââs followed as they made their way back to the lounge. The anticipation made his already heightened sensitivity so so much worse.
âCohohome on! It was just a lihittle glitter! Iâm sorry!â Loki chuckled and threw the boy onto the couch in the empty lounge which he bounced off once or twice and immediately tried to get away âdonât lie to the god of mischief boy, youâre not sorry in the slightestâ he warned before his hands latched onto Peterâs sides. It was trueâ Peter wasnât sorry the apology just flew out of his mouth.
The girly squeal that emitted from the boy only fed the gods growing soft spot for the boy.
Peter immediately squeezed his eyes shut, turned and started wiggling around, his hands flying down to Lokis to try and catch them without much luck. The godâs hands practically flew through the boys defences, even with the Peter-tingle which only made this so much more fun â I mean worse!
âThisâll teach you not to lie or use mischief against the god of it.â Loki chuckled as he watched Peterâs cheeks heat up âNEhEhehehe IHihe- I wa- ahaHAha WaHas BoHohored!â Peter whined through hysterical giggles.
Loki hummed âI donât see what makes you think that that qualifies playing tricks on meâ he said and slowly moved over the boys stomach enlightened to hear his giggles become bubbly and childlike ânow this is just sweet~â the god cooed.
Peterâs struggling lessened a little and his blush deepened. ânOHohoHO ihIHIhihiâ Ihits NOhOhohot! AHAHA- LOHOKI!â Peter suddenly screeched when one of Lokis hands caught one of the flailing ankles and trailed a few scribbling fingers up his sole.
Peters enhanced strength proved to be helpful enough to yank his foot back but the attack to his hips made him recoil and shake his head, hands finally latching onto the offending fingers that drilled into the hipbones on both sides simultaneously.
âNAHAA! THiHIHis iHIs UnFaHAH- uNFahAHAir!â Loki chuckled âactually this is plenty fair.. this however..â Peter gasped when one of his hands was suddenly held up above his head and the second hand hovered just above his outstretched ribs and armpit.
âThis is unfair.â The god grinned darkly. Peter spluttered and the ongoing giggles stopped him from forming a coherent wordâ a sentence right now was impossible.
âAre you regretting having pulled a trick on the god of mischief?â
An out. If he really wanted to he couldâve had this dropped now but at this point Peter was having way too much fun with the god and shook his head with a wobbly grin and an overall giddy expression.
Loki shook his head at the playfulness the Midgardian child had. He also wasnât quite sure where all of that energy came from but he was more than happy to let their little game continue for awhile. âWrong answer~â
Peter squeaked and practically jumped when Lokis hand faked out.
The boy opened one eye then the other. Loki grinned down at him, emitting a low giggly whine from the teen. âSee.. Iâm starting to think you enjoy thisâ he said and traced along the boys ribs. Gently enough not to dig in but definitely rough enough to get a sweet reaction out of the kid.
Peter giggled hysterically and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to cover his burning face as he shook it ânoâ. Though at this point his face wasnât the only part that shimmered in a light crimson. His ears and neck joined his blistering cheeks beautifully.
Loki grinned âif you close your eyes you wonât see the attack Peteyâ that got him back the boys attention. The anticipating gleam in the boys eyes, the disheveled hair, the bright red hue that covered him it was a sight practically to coo over but Loki needed to prove a point and so scribbled over the boys armpit. He needed a good reaction, as far as the avengers Mission-times go they were never exactly accurateâ but ho boy did he get a reaction when his fingers hit the skin.
Peter snorted, threw his head back with loud and boisterous cackles while his legs kicked out. Lokiâs fingers drove the poor kid up the wall, somehow he knew exactly what spot and technique would get the kid to wither under his touch
âNAHAHA! IHIHIâM SAHA- SHOHORRYHEHEE! LOHOHOHKIHEHE- HEEE!â
With a chortle Loki let up and instead moved to tracing the kids belly âso what are you sorry for?â âFohor pranking thehe god of mischiehehef!â
Loki hummed and squeezed his thigh where it had more or less all begun âand?â âLYHYING!â Peter squeaked out. âLying what Pete?â The god grinned cheekily. âDonât liehe to the god of mischief!â
Loki hummed happily âglad you came around.â He said and Peter chuckled, curling up to face the couch cushions.
âNaw donât go hiding on me nowâ Peterâs squeaky giggles escaped his mouth quicker then he could cover it when the god scribbled over his back. He didnât even know his back was ticklish!
The boy quickly turned back around and was about to say something before-
âPete has a ticklish back?!â Came from the doorway making both, spider-child and the God of Mischief look up in utter bewilderment.
In the doorway, Sam, Bucky and Tony.
They didnât even hear them come in.
âIâm so using that next time.â Tony chuckled. Peter whined âmister staaahaaark!â Loki gave a low chuckle. âAnd someoneâs gone softâ Tony continued making the god flush bright red âhe just needed an attitude adjustment and I happened to find out a rather interesting fact about our spiderâ He said and eyed Peter who immediately started giggling his little heart out.
âYou should probably wash out the glitter before it gets everywhere.â The captain said as they walked in.
Peter chuckled. âI got him good thoughâ he said before noticing the warning and menacing grin that spread on Lokiâs features.
The boy squeaked and rushed out, incoherent words spilling all over the place with giggles prepped in. Probably leaving a trail of ânohoooââs and âIâm sorryââs
Loki chuckled and shook his head.
The boy really has a weird thing for getting in trouble.
âYou too reindeer gamesâ Tony called from the kitchen which earned an eye roll. But Loki didnât protest any further. The glitter had to leave.
Once out of earshot Tony grinned âFRI!â
#berry talks#tickle fic#Lee!peter#Lee!spiderman#ticklish!peter Parker#ler!Loki#lee!peter parker#berryâs hideout
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Peace and Quiet.
Lee!Peter Ler!Loki
(this is a tickle fic!! Purely fluff! NSFW donât interact.)
Summary: Loki is trying to relax, but a little pesky teenager is bothering him with questions upon questions upon questions. God, someone make this kid shut up!
Authorâs note: The fic is pretty short! Also this is my first fic in 6 months so im sorry if its not the bestđ
Word count: 1.2k+
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It was a quiet evening. The Avengers were away on a mission, so Loki was left alone at the tower⌠or so he thought.
Loki was deep in the storyline of his current book of choice, relaxing peacefully on the couch as he read.
Suddenly, he heard the front door open as someone let themselves in.
Peter walked into the living room, where Loki was sitting. âHey guys! I- ohâŚâ He paused, looked around for a second, and then spoke again.
âWheres.. uhm⌠wheres Mr.Stark?â Peter said nervously, clearing his throat.
Loki shrugged, not bothering to explain where the Avengers were.
âOkay wellâŚâ Peter stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before setting his backpack down near the entrance and walking over to the couch.
Peter plopped down, and Loki groaned silently.
Peter spoke âO-Oh i can move-â âNo, itâs fine.â Loki cut him off, a little irritated that his peace was disturbed.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, which Loki didnât mind, but Peter, being Peter, couldnât bare the silence.
âWhatâre you reading?â Peter turned to look at Loki.
ââŚA book.â Loki responded, lazily turning the page.
âAh⌠nice⌠what book?â He asked more specifically.
Loki glanced at the cover âLord of the FliesâŚâ He went back to reading.
âOh! Ive read that one!â Peter perked up.
Loki glanced at Peter. ââŚYou have?â
âYeah⌠a while ago.â Peter said enthusiastically.
âHm.â Loki hummed and went back to reading.
Peter didnât know what else to say, he was trying to make small talk, but that obviously didnât work.
Peter spoke again, much to Lokis annoyance. âCan I ask you a question?â He blurted out.
Loki sighed, he thought maybe its just better to get this over with and then he can get back to his peace and quiet. âGo ahead.â
âOkay, cool. So⌠how⌠how is it like being here on earth and seeing all these stories about you?â Peter asked, he was genuinely interested.
Loki thought about it for a second. ââŚIts weird, but i am a god so i would expect no less.â Loki said, being his usual egoistical self.
ââŚRight.â Peter paused, and then asked again. âWhat were you thinking while trying to invade New York?â
Loki rolled his eyes. âIâll let you know, that thats in the past. Iâve realized that being king of Earth would be pretty⌠underwhelming.â
Peter nodded, even thought heâs pretty sure Loki had just called âhumansâ dumb he wasnât going to press it. âWhy are you still here? Why not go back to Asgard?â
Loki sighed, the kid was starting to get on his nerves. âI did go, but then i was imprisoned. So after that i decided to come here, lay low.â
Peter nodded again, feeling more relaxed around the âgodâ. âWhat are your powers?â
Loki turned another page, biting the inside of his cheek. Just a few more and then the kid will leave him alone. âI have many.â
âLike what?â Peter asked, resting his head on his hand and looking at Loki.
ââŚIllusions.â Loki was getting really irritated, he responded dryly.
ââŚAnd?â Peter leaned a little closer.
Loki sighed. ââŚshapeshifting.â
Peter looked at Loki like he was expecting something more. âThats it?â
âNo.â Loki answered.
Peter stared for a few seconds, waiting for Loki to say something more. âThen what else?â
Loki brought up his hand to rub his eyes. Why wont the kid shut up?? âMind control.â
âThats it?â Peter asks again.
Loki groans louder. ââŚno, thats not it.â
âWhat else?â Peter asks innocently, he really is just curious.
Loki keeps repeating the same two words in his head âdonât yell, donât yell, donât yell.â âA lot more stuff.â Loki replies blandly.
Peter twists his head to the side âLike what?â He really wasnât trying to annoy anyone, he just wanted to know.
Loki turns to look at the kid.
Peters curious expression turns to confusion. ââŚwhat?â
Loki murmurs something to himself. ââŚnothing.â He turns back to his.
âSoâŚâŚ.. like mind control..?â Peter asks quietly.
Loki sighs. âI just said that.â
âOh. RightâŚ.â Peter thinks for a second. âSo.. teleportation?â
Loki closes his book, very annoyed. âDo you ever shut up??â
Peter is taken aback but the sudden outburst. âI- what..?â
Loki narrows his eyes. âYouâre clearly disrupting me. Im trying to read. Donât you know the others are on a mission? Why are you here???â
Peter scoots back a little. âI uh⌠i didnât know..?â
Loki tries to calm down. âGo do something. I donât know, go to Starks lab for gods sake!â He waves his hand dismissively.
âI would but uhh⌠its always locked.â Peter says, unaware of how annoyed Loki is.
Loki puts his head in his hands, reminding himself he isnât allowed to hurt the boy.
Theres a moment of silence⌠before Peter breaks it. ââŚyou want tea?â
Lokis eye twitches, thats it. âIm done. Youâre done.â Loki grabs Peterâs ankle, and pulls him down flat on the couch.
Peter yelps. âW-waitwaitwait!!â Peter puts his hands in front of his face, to shield himself.
âIm not going to hurt you.â Loki says with an angry tone.
Peter removes his hands from in front of his face, a look of confusion plastered on it.
âYâknow Stark talks about you when heâs drunk. Its quite amusing, some valuable information he gives us.â Loki states, with and edge of amusement in his tone.
âW-what do you mean?â Peter asks nervously.
Loki groans at the question, enough with the questions. âThis ought to calm you down.â
Before Peter can ask of what Loki means for the second time, he sees Lokis hands dart to his sides.
Peter yelps. âWait! No! Hold on!â
âShut up.â Loki starts squeezing Peterâs sides rapidly.
âGahah! Wahait!â Peter squirms, trying to fight Lokis hands off.
âDonât try and fight me.â As he sees the kid laughing he cant help but smirk to himself.
âWai-no! Plehease! Im-nahaha!â As Peter tries to form words in between his laughter Loki chuckles.
âOh now you decide to shut up?â Loki says teasingly.
Peter shakes his head, his cheeks becoming a warm shade of pink.
âNo? Youre not going to shut up?â Loki hums, switching to tickle his stomach instead.
âAHAH! Thahats not what ihi meheheant!!â As Peter squirms wildly Loki has a harder time holding onto him.
âTell me youre not going to bother me anymore, then ill let you go.â Loki says in a monotone voice, yet theres a slight smirk present on his face.
Peter nods, too busy laughing to actually say it.
âNonono, say it. I want to hear it.â Loki doesnt let up, his hands moving even faster.
âI cahaHANT!!â Peter threw his head back from laughter.
âThats too bad then.â Loki suddenly dipped his hands into Peters armpits.
Peter practically howled. âOKAY OKAY OKAY!! FUHUHUCK!!â Peter shook his head violently. âIM NOHOT- IM NOT GOING TO BOHOTHER YOHOHOUAHAHA!â Peters whole body shook from laughing so much.
Loki stopped after a few seconds, chuckling.
Peter gasped for air. âMan⌠ahâŚâ
Loki picked his book back up, flipping a page, smirking. âHad enough?â
Peter nodded, getting up.
âGood. Now run along, or do you want to go for round two?â Loki looked up from his book, locking eyes with Peter.
âNo! No. Im good. So good.â Peter quickly got up from the couch.
Loki nodded, going back to his book.
Peter quickly went to get his backpack and went upstairs. He was definitely not going to bother the trickster god again⌠or at least that's what Loki thought.
#tickles#sfw tickles#tickle#tickle community#tword#tword community#tickle fic#tword content#marvel tickle#lee!peter1#lee!peter#lee!peterparker#lee!peter parker#ler!loki#tickle marvel#marvel tickle fic#mcu tickle fic#mcu tickle#mcu tickles
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This Thing about Blankets and Second Chances
Summary: Peter gets sick and looks for help at the tower as Aunt May is out of town. Instead of Mr. Stark, only Sam and Bucky are there, and they nurse him back to health, but for some reason, the kid begins acting out of character.
(Read on Ao3)
(Maybe u can guess which prompt this was supposed to be lmao)
"Stark, your intern is the spawn of Satan. He was difficult being sick, but now that he's better, he's the worst."
Tony's amused laugh echoes through the speaker.
Sam's following words sound almost pleading.
"Why is he being so stubborn, Tony? He had been freakishly nice and agreeable before. What did you put into his head?" If the man thought his words were contradicting, hell, they probably contradicted, but Sam couldn't care less.
He needs Stark to listen.
"Eyes on the screen, Feathers, I don't want to talk to your ear. Yeah, that looks almost better."
The man in question looks calm. Too calm, sitting back in the seat of his jet, the first button of his dress shirt opened. Tony takes a sip out of a cheap Iron Man mug. It must have been a present, or it wouldn't find itself anywhere close to the man.
"I didn't do anything," begins Tony, pointedly ignoring the glare. "We just talked, checking that the kid didn't sneak into the lab unsupervised when he's not on top of his game."
"And why does he act like none of what we say matters after being on the phone with you? A few weeks ago, he wouldn't look Bucky in the eye, and now he doesn't move, doing the whole grumpy teenager act."
"I might be the smartest person in this merry band we call a team, but I cannot even cut open his teenage head to get on why the kid does what he does. Call it one of the mysteries of childhood."
It has to be a conspiracy. There is no other explanation for whatever this is. Sam glares at the smug grin on Stark's face. It was like the man's eyes were mocking him.
"See what I have to deal with all the time? Get a taste of your own."
"How do I get him to stop? I don't care if it's the holidays or not. He cannot sleep the whole day. Bucky was about to throw a water bucket at him after pulling him by his ankle but did nothing, and the brat just shot his webbing at him."
Tony takes another sip of coffee, but it's too late. Sam had seen the poorly hidden twitch of the corner of his mouth as he barely suppressed bark-out-loud laughter. Sam takes a deep breath.
"Stark," he begins. He makes sure to talk slowly, like he would to a four-year-old child and not a self-proclaimed billionaire-genius-whatsoever.
"That kid. He wears his webshooters. To bed."
"Oh, does he?" The man doesn't even pretend to be surprised.
"That means he likely didn't get to sleep at all."
Sam's eyelid twitches.
"What?"
Tony takes a glass of water from the tablet held out to him.
"Thanks, Marcy."
He checks his wristwatch, eyebrow rising before glancing back towards the screen.
"He patrolled until 5:43 am. It's the weekend. Let the kid live a little."
When the kid came in asking for Mr. Stark while hacking up a lung, Sam thought it would end with them calling Happy and getting the sick teen chauffeured to his aunt.
"Aunt May is in Malaysia. For the rest of the month. Could I have some water, please?"
Even Bucky's face twisted as he awkwardly rubbed the teen's back, who mumbled the words between dry heaving in the bathroom. It hadn't been pretty. They got Dr. Cho to check him only to tell them that the freaky spider-metabolism lets the kid speedrun through a mean case of the flu. They had contacted Stark, and the man had been adamant at first to fly back instantly, but Pepper had asked them to give her and Tony a minute. The man later said he could not make it and basically threatened them to take care of his mentee. Sam wonders at what point in life he ended up babysitting an enhanced teenager while his mentor was away on some rich people trip.
"Did you forget the part where I told you he had been in bed and sick for the past few days?"
He wipes a hand over his face.
He's too old for this.
Sam also couldn't understand how Stark, out of all people, refrained from going into helicopter parent mode, being hundreds of miles away from his kid and said kid fighting a cold. He had seen the man freak out over papercuts before.
"Don't be rough on him, Wilson, he's sixteen. The kid just crawled out of the crib and took his first steps. Be a little understanding. You won't get him out of bed treating my penthouse like a military camp for troubled youths."
Be a little understanding.
Sam thought he was trippin' hearing these words from no other than Tony Stark, the most eccentric and selfish person going by the man living in a Tower with his name planted on the side.
"That's because you coddle him too much!"
Tony sniffs slightly.
"Are you suggesting I am not taking your call seriously? Because you would be very much right about it."
"Stark-"
Tony glances over his shoulder, a grin breaking over his face before he turns back towards the screen.
"The missus is calling. I will check in later, having a firm chat with the human incarceration of teen rebellion. Don't worry, I'll set the itty bitty troublemaker straight."
"Tony-"
"Don't worry, we will have a stern talking."
There is a twinkle in the man's eyes.
The screen goes dark.
Sam curses.
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"The video of Barnes patting the kid's back until he falls asleep like a toddler? I saved, archived, and showed it to my wife. She loves it. It's very domestic and very unlike Barnes. The perfect blackmail material." Clint lolls on the couch, a hand behind his head, eyes gleaming with delight.
"What do you need help with now? If it's about cough-sirup, just put it in some juice and say the weird taste comes with the congested nose. Works like a charm."
Sam pinches the bridge of his nose.
"He's fine now, Clint. Completely back to health."
The archer draws an eyebrow up.
"What's wrong then?"
"He won't get out of bed."
"He won't get out of bed," repeats the other man, lips quirking in unconcealed amusement.
"It doesn't matter what Bucky and I are saying or doing. He stays in bed and demands to sleep. Stark said he was patrolling, so he's bound to be tired. But he cannot sleep the whole day. If he does, he will be awake all night, and I will not deal with the outcome."
"Did anyone tell you you're a hypocrite?"
Sam ignores the jab and walks back to Bucky, who is behind the stove, a concerningly high staple of pancakes next to him that's still growing. Clint follows, leaning on his arms and watching them from across the counter.
"Let me get this straight. The kid comes in on Thursday being all sick and pitiful, and you two," he points at them to clarify he wasn't talking about another duo at the tower housing superheroes, "took care of him. And the kid had been his awkwardly polite self, trying to play it down to not inconvenience you like the self-deprecating little bug he is?"
A hand sneaks towards the pancakes.
"Exactly."
"And now that you two nursed him back to health, he doesn't do what you tell him to? Acting like a tired teenager, whining about being sleepy, going on about the bed being the most amazing place on earth, and not caring what you want?"
"Ouch!" Clint glares at Bucky, who unapologetically pulls the pancakes out of reach, spatula ready for another hit.
Sam raises an eyebrow. "Sometimes I forget you are a father. That's what happened. Any idea how to get him to crawl out of that blanket cocoon?"
The blond straightens up, wiping the grease off his hands with a kitchen towel. Laugh lines are decorating his face.
"No. I have no idea. Good luck, you two."
It caught Bucky's attention, looking up from where he poured another portion of batter into the sizzling pan.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, I am sure you two can handle this just fine," answers Clint. He grimaces slightly as his shoulder makes a popping sound while stretching, uttering something about not having enough training before giving the two a small salute.
"See you around. Tell the Spider-Kid I said hi."
"You can tell him yourself," shouts Sam after the blond, who turns around, a big grin on his face.
"I wouldn't want to wake him. He's a growing boy. He needs his "Z's".
Bucky shakes his hand. He's elbowing Sam slightly in the side.
"Let's try talking to him again."
The man pulls the pan off the heat and glances at the clock.
Barton is right. Bucky has become incredibly domestic. Sam observes how the other put the pancakes in the oven to keep them warm. They make their way over to the hallway, determined to end this. It is bad enough that two of their friends got a kick out of it, seeing how they get messed with by a baby-faced teen, leaving them alone to deal with the little devil.
"What about your medicine? Have you taken it?"
Bucky's hands stopped before his knuckles could knock on the door to the teen's room. They hear the shuffling of bedsheets before Peter's voice comes through muted.
"I kinda run out of it?"
"Peter Benjamin Parker, why didn't you say anything?" asks the woman on the other line, sounding exhausted, implying that this must be a topic of many conversations but not without a hint of amusement.
"I honestly forgot, but I haven't been sick in months. I was about to tell Mr. Stark, but with Decathlon and the updates for the suit, it slipped my mind. But I'm completely fine now, I swear!"
"Maybe I should ask Tony if you could stay at the Tower."
A low whining sound emits from behind the door, something they have never heard from the kid before. It was like hearing the personified essence of a protesting teenager. "I can take care of myself, Aunt May. I'm sixteen! I came to the tower when I felt unwell. I even asked for help!"
"And that's the barest minimum of what I expect you to do when you get sick, Peter. Is Tony around? Could you hand him the phone?"
"Sorry, May, he's not here. He's at a conference in France."
There's a short pause from both sides.
"Who took care of you then?"
"Oh right, I haven't told you that. It's just wild! Do you remember Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barnes?"
"You have mentioned them, yes."
Both men cannot help but grimace at the wary tone. They wonder what the kid has told his aunt about them to cause that reaction. Peter seems unaware of the distaste in his aunt's voice as he cheerily continues chatting away.
"So, I came to the tower feeling kind of under the weather and asked for Mr. Stark, but there were only Mr. Barnes and Mr. Wilson, who told me Mr. Stark wasn't there. I wanted to call you, but suddenly, I got incredibly queasy, and I ran to the bathroom and lost my lunch. I was so embarrassed getting sick in front of them, but Aunt May. Both of them were super nice about it. Especially Mr. Wilson seemed genuinely worried. They got Dr. Cho to come to the penthouse and look at me. She gave me some medicine against the flu, and it didn't take two days until I was completely better. Oh, and Mr. Barnes even cooked me chicken-and-noddle soup! It was nothing like the soup you make me."
"You know perfectly well that my soup comes out of the can, mister."
"Oops," is all the kid says, the grin carrying over in his voice.
"I'm glad to know Tony has to deal with that side of you too. Everyone should know that my nephew is part-time Spider-Man and part-time gremlin."
The kid honest-to-good cackles, not sounding any bit remorseful.
"But Peter, if those two stop being good to you, promise to let me or Tony know. I feel uncomfortable with you being around someone who had been that indifferent before."
"Don't worry, May. I think both sides needed some time to warm up to each other. I will let one of you know if something happens. I feel way more comfortable around them now, knowing they care, you know? I think it's genuine."
"I'm glad you think so, darling. I wish I could be there for you. Call me if something happens, alright?"
"Will do. Love you."
"Love you too, baby. Let me know when Tony's back."
"Yeah. See you soon, May."
"Take care of yourself. See you, Peter."
There is some shuffling before silence settles behind the closed door. The men share a look before Bucky knocks softly against the wood.
"Come in."
Sam raises an eyebrow. It was like they had never left. The kid is still rolled up tightly in the blanket, only a mob of brown hair peeking out between the gray line sheets.
"Friday, what time is it."
"It's 13:37, Mr. Wilson."
"And at what time do teens usually get up at the weekend?"
"According to the latest statistics, teenagers from 12 to 17 years old get up between 9:00 and 11:00 am."
"See, even the super-computer agrees with us, kid. It's time to get up, so move your butt."
The cocoon shifts slightly. A pair of brown, very awake eyes peek out of the opening, squinting at them.
"Friday is an AI, not a super-computer."
"Okay. Alright. The AI said your usual teen should get up between 9:00 and 11:00, and you have already taken it much further than that."
"Well, I'm not your usual teen," comes the quip, as if the kid had waited for it.
"No, you're not. A little shit is what you're are," presses Sam out, muttering to himself as he runs a hand over his head, wondering why he's even arguing about this.
A sound catches his attention.
Glancing at Bucky, seeing the man raising an eyebrow, he knew the other had heard it too.
A giggle.
Soft and breathy, muffled by pressing his face into the blanket, but it had been there, undeniably.
Now it's official.
The kid's messing with them.
Bucky seems to think the same.
"Hey! What are you doing? Let me down!"
In one swift motion, the blanket roll of a teen is scoped from the bed and thrown over a broad shoulder. Curly strands of hair bounce up and down with every step that the teen gets carried further away from his bed, wriggling and protesting on the way. Sam follows with a smirk, having to hand it to the ex-assassin. With the teen tightly wrapped up, he couldn't do much but fight against being picked up and carried like an angry caterpillar. Bucky got a firm grip around the kid's middle, preventing him from getting his arms out of the makeshift cocoon, which turned into a silky spider trap.
Their destination is the living room, where Bucky drops the living cargo on a couch.
"Friday, lock the kid's room until he ate something and washed up."
"I'm pretty sure it's a criminal offense to lock someone out of their room," protests Peter, who robs forward until he is on height with a pillow. Sam squints his eyes at him when the teen snuggles into the couch, eyes closing again.
"Oh no. We didn't bring you here for you to pass out on the couch. Get up, kid."
"Can't hear you am sleeping," mumbled the teen and dared to let out a giant yawn before wriggling, turning his back towards the stunned adults.
The nerves of that kid.
"That's it. I'm calling Tony. You see what you can do."
Sam leaves the room, ready to give the billionaire a piece of his mind, leaving Bucky alone with their troublemaker.
Peter listens, waiting for what the other man would do now. He can hear Bucky's calm heartbeat, his body tensing slightly when steps approach.
"You know," begins the older man, surprising Peter by lifting the blanket alongside his legs to sit down and let his limps fall on his lap."back then, when Steve was younger, he had been a handful. We have lived close to each other. When one of our parents was away, we'd sleep over at the other's house. Then I learned that my best friend could be the grumpiest little punk being tired. And getting sick quickly, he'd been tired often. The surprise when I came back, and suddenly the skinny kid who asked to pick a fight is now getting on everyone's nerves by getting up at 5:00 am and asking people if they wanna 'round the park with him."
"What did you do then?"
"When that punk didn't want to get up?"
"Yeah."
Bucky smirks at the curiosity in the teen's voice.
"I taught him a lesson."
Peter's eyes shoot wide open as something heavy gets thrown over the blanket cocoon, successfully pinning his legs.
"He would hold on to his blanket, refusing to let it go. But there are ways to make him crawl out of that hideout."
While speaking, Bucky shoves a hand into the opening of the blanket roll. His arm vanishes halfway until he finds what he's searching for and begins to pull.
"No!"
The man smirked as he pulled at the teen's ankle until a pair of pale feet stuck out of the cocoon, legs wriggling in an attempt to shuffle back into the safety of the blanket. By pulling at the teen's legs and the latter being too stubborn to let go of the blanket, Peter got pulled into the depth of the blanket-cocoon, the only visible part of the teen his kicking limps.
"No? I thought you were curious?" teases Bucky as he fights to get the kicking feet into a headlock.
"I didn't ask for a demonstration!" comes the muffled protest, followed by a squeak when one of Bucky's fingers accidentally runs over his sole.
"Should have specified what you wanted then," replies the older, glancing down at the successfully caught feet in his grip. Thanks to the unfavorable position of Peter laying on his stomach, having wrapped the blanket tighter than ever around himself during his wriggling, and Bucky throwing one leg over the teen, he has a remarkably secure hold of his legs. Despite his head deep inside the blanket, Bucky's words are loud and clear, sparking a sense of nervousness inside him. Even though his spidey sense doesn't act out, Peter can feel something nearing his vulnerable feet.
"You know what Steve still can't stand?"
Instead of an answer, a high-pitched, muffled screech ejects from within the blanket, followed by frantic wriggling and choked laughter as Bucky begins to worm a finger between the kid's toes, feather-lightly scratching at the skin. A grin forms on the man's face at the very familiar reaction. There hadn't been a second of the day where Peter regretted burying himself in his blanket. Surrounded by the cozy warmth and the familiar scent of fabric softener, there wasn't a place he'd rather be. Not even once, did Peter imagine that his favorite blanket would become his downfall. His wonderful, beloved blanket has revealed itself to be a wicked spider-trap. It's almost scary how a blanket, physics, and one super soldier are enough to leave him flopping around helplessly on the couch like a fish out of water. Under other circumstances, he'd easily tear a way out of the textile, but with his arms pressed close against his body and the blanket tightly wrapped around him like an overgrown Boa Constrictor, getting out was surprisingly though. Oh, and, there was also Bucky, who had a leg thrown over him, effectively pinning him against the couch, but Peter wouldn't have been able to concentrate on getting out anyway, even if he wanted to.
"I've gohohot ihihihit, I-Ihihi've gohoht ihit! Youhu cahan stahahap, okahahay? Pleahase, Buhuhucky!"
He's growing crazy.
Around him is nothing but sheer darkness. He's blind, swallowed, and betrayed by his blanket and at the mercy of whatever Bucky has in stock for him. Peter's toes are curling at the attempt to fend off the fingers, but they are giving chase. When he shakes them off, they merely switch feet to provide the other toes with the same treatment. It's alarming how Bucky knows how to turn him into a pile of squirming limbs, unable to contain his laughter.
"I would say this is even more effective on you than Steve back in the day," comments Bucky with a grin as he lets a single finger glide over Peter's sole. The whole blanket cocoon jumps at the action.
Bucky's grin rivals a Cheshire cat.
"That was something. Might be more sensitive than your toes, huh?"
"NO! It's nohot! Yohuhu're mistahaking, seriously."
"Do I? Your reaction tells me otherwise." As if to underline his words, Bucky strokes his fingers again, slowly and teasingly, down the soles of his feet.
"Stohop it! That's nohohot fuhunny!"
"I'm entertained greatly. But if you're not having fun, we've gotta do something about it."
"Nohohoh, please dohohon't!"
Even Peter knew it would be hard to take him seriously with the sheer quantity of giggles pouring out of him.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Bucky looks up, his arms never ceasing their hold around Peter's ankles.
"Though I'd try some reliable methods from back in the days. Till now, it looks promising."
Durning Bucky's answer, Sam glances at the squirming heap of blankets. The head of the kid had vanished. The only part indicating he was still there was the madly kicking legs in his friend's grasp.
"Is that so," he asks, slightly skeptical.
As an answer to his question, a panicked squeal followed by even more panicked struggling echoes through the room as Bucky, without warning, attacks one foot with five wriggling fingers.
Sam's mood improves all of a sudden after being witness to Bucky's little demonstration. Having Stark laughing at him again and telling him that he should just let the teen do what he wants, Sam had been more than done with this. But with the new knowledge and the ability to take some well-deserved renege, Sam's bad temper is history.
"Let me try."
His lip twitched upwards as his words caused the teen below him to try to wriggle out of the blanket with new-found vigor.
"You've got to be pretty ticklish if you're that afraid of what's to come," observes the man, sharing a grin with Bucky.
"He's worse than Steve."
"Am not!" comes the sulky answer as fast as a bullet.
"That so?" teases Sam with a smug grin while sitting down.
"Seeing your reaction, I'm not convinced."
The cocoon stops wriggling for a moment.
"Maybe it's time to get checked by an optician."
Bucky barks out a laugh, earning a glare from his friend.
"I hope you have a tight hold on the little runt," growls Sam, and before Bucky can answer, he dishes out a relentless tickle attack on the teen's helpless feet.
Maybe he shouldn't have provoked Sam.
That's the only thing Peter can think about, apart from one all-consuming thought.
It tickles.
Oh god, how bad it tickles.
"Visit an optician, my ass. What do you call this Buck? Does that look like not ticklish to you?"
Sam found out quickly that light touches got the best reactions. With feather-light touches and
a mean precision, he strokes the tips of his fingers, in quick succession, over the soft skin. Even if they couldn't see his face, the sounds from within the blanket were enough to tell them that Sam works very effectively.
"You could almost think he lied to us," states Bucky dryly, but not without a grin.
"Am nohohohoht lyhihihing!"
"Right. What you're doing doesn't count as lying. You're in denial. Not sure if I know what's worse."
"What doho youhu knohohohow anywahahay?"
"I know you're not in a position to talk big."
Peter had anticipated another attack on his feet. Honestly, he had counted on a lot of things. Getting pulled out of his DIY prison had not been on the list. The surprise is written all over his face as his hand shoots up instinctively to protect his tightly shut eyes from the piercing ceiling lights. His reflex is also his downfall as a pair of hands capture his wrists with ease and promptly hold them over his head. Completely taken out of order by the bright light, the teen reacts belated as a weight settles on top of his legs, pinning him to the couch. The lights dim as Friday seems to have caught onto his trouble opening his eyes, and it takes a few moments before he dares open his eyes again.
"Well, where were we?" asks Sam, cracking his knuckles.
"The kid said you should get your eyes checked."
Sam squints at Bucky before directing his eyes down to Peter, pointing a finger at his chest.
"See what you did? Now I'm going to hear about this for the next weeks."
The kid dared to chuckle. Sam was sure he didn't imagine it. The kid was even making fun of him in this situation. How did it come to this level of disrespect? He raises an eyebrow at the teen, which causes the exact opposite of what he had in mind. The teen fought a grin.
"Are you laughing at me?"
Peter's eyes are twinkling with mischief.
"There is that optician shop right around the corner. I know the manager from one of my patrols. Her name is Patrisha, and she's super nice. I could put in a woHOHORD FOHOR YOUHUHUU! NO, STAHAP IHIHIT!"
"Stop?" asks Sam, whose fingers have found a way under the teen's sleeping shirt and whose thumbs are kneading into the sensitive side of Peter's stomach. "After everything you just said, you little gremlin?"
Peter pulled and tore on his arms, but Bucky's hold didn't budge an inch. His upper body lay helplessly exposed to Sam's attacks. Sam seems very aware of that, too, and doesn't miss splashing out every technique he can think of while searching meticulously for Peter's weak points as if it were hard to find them. Both adults quickly realize that the squirming teen turns out ticklish all over. The kneading had been evil already, but when Sam began softly tickling over his bare stomach, the tips of his fingertips barely touching him, Peter thought he was ready to crawl out of his skin. He kicks his legs, bucking in their hold, and his face is about to split in half by how much he's grinning.
"STOHOHOHOP, stopstopstopstohohop, pleahahase! Sahaham! I cahahan't tahahake thihhis!"
"Oh, come on, don't spoil the fun. Spider-Man surely can handle a little tickling. Wait a second. Didn't you say you're not ticklish? If I do this, it shouldn't bother you. If you didn't lie about it."
Sam grins smugly, pushing the shirt upwards. He reveals a pale but well-defined stomach.
"That skin is as white as a sheet. You ever go out?" comments Bucky, and Peter doesn't know why but finds himself laughing even louder. Or it could be the cause of Sam's fingers, which have found their way towards his ribs and dug into them with vigor. The teen jolts as a finger digs into a particularly delicate spot, right under his bottom rib.
"Would you look at that?" Bucky and Sam share shit-eating grins while Peter gasps for air between a giggle fit.
"What have we gotten here?" Sam asks. He puts his hands on Peter's ribs, his thumbs lying right on the spot that had made the teen jump a moment before. That alone was enough to make him flinch again.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It's a bruise from a few days aGOHOHO. NO!"
"You got hit?" asks Sam incredulously, before massaging into the spot with circling movements of his thumbs.
Peter can only nod, lips pressed tightly together, and eyes squeezed shut as he tries ignoring the electrical impulse jolting his entire body with pure willpower. He might have succeeded if there wasn't a third hand sneaking down and blunt nails dragging over his right armpit.
Brown eyes shot open widely, and Sam used the moment of surprise to press both thumbs into the spot while vibrating his hands and shaking them as the rest of his fingers dug between the teen's ribs.
"NAAHAHAHAHAHA. THAHAHAHAT'S UNFAIHIHIHIR! AHAHAHAHA BUHUHUHCKY, YOUHU'RE SUHUHUCH AHAN ASS-ACK! I'M TAHAKING IT BACK!! I'm taking it back, I'm tahahaking ihihit bahahack! I never said anythihing!"
"It's fascinating how a little tickling can bother a non-ticklish person as much as this, right?"
Bucky had to put both hands back to use holding the teen down, who was trying everything to free himself. Peter squirms back and forth under the series of attacks as high-pitched squeaks, followed by loud laughter, pour out of him. "Youhuh bohoth ahahre terrible! Terriblehe ahahand meahan!"
"You told your aunt something different."
Sam almost felt evil.
Wide eyes stared at him with something akin to horror.
"How do you know what I've talked about with my aunt?"
"We might have overheard some stuff."
Both men thought now they took it too far. But instead of distrust or anger, the teen wears a cheeky expression, eyes gleaming with a familiarity resembling Stark a bit too much for Sam's liking.
"Good to know that at least you're hearing's still alright."
"You little shit. Just wait till I'm done with you," threatens Sam with a growl. Before Peter can let out another savvy quip, the man bends forward and blows a giant raspberry on top of his stomach.
Peter didn't see that one coming.
A short scream escapes his throat, his back arching off the couch as the flight reflex kicks in harder than ever, collapsing into a madly giggling heap of weak limbs.
"I think you just found Spider-Man's weak spot. Gotta remember that for the next training session."
Those words would usually be enough to leave Peter shuddering, but, at the moment, he couldn't grab one clear thought as Sam's head was already on the way down.
"Let's see how many of these you can handle, tough cookie," teases Sam with a smirk as he blows a third, fourth, and fifth raspberry on Peter's stomach and when he can reach his sides.
"Ohoho my gohohod, pleahahase, stahahap it!" presses Peter out before breaking into another giggle fit, adorable squeaky laughter bouncing off the walls and filling the room.
"You know, all that wouldn't have happened if you had just got up when we told you to. How about now? Will you get up? Are you awake?"
The grin on Peter's face reaches up to his eyes, mirth dancing in them despite the teen calling them out for torturing him. Sam observes the kid growing frantic as his fingers wander higher up.
"I can get you wide awake in a second. Wanna bet?"
With these words, Sam bends his head down again, but before his lips can meet skin, he stops and digs his fingers into Peter's armpits instead. A mad cackling follows, and Peter pulls and pulls on his wrists, the feeling of fingers fluttering over his armpits driving him up a wall.
"I'M AWAKE. IHIHI AM COMPLETELY AWAWAKE! Ohoh my gohohod, Sahaham stohop. Pleahase nohot my underarms, I'm goihihing tohoho gehehet up whenehehever you tell mehe toho!"
"Only when I'm telling you?"
"Whehehehn you're bohoth are tehehelling me!"
"You know, I don't care if you listen to Bucky."
Bucky turns away from the teen to send a glare to Sam's way. "You wanna fight?"
The teen uses the distraction and pulls strongly. He manages to get one arm out of Bucky's hold. He grabs Bucky's hand, prying the fingers off his other wrist.
"Oh no, you don't," says Sam and claws his hands into the teen's stomach. The fingers retreat from Bucky's hands as the teen cackles and tries shoving Sam off of him. Bucky takes the distraction as a chance and quickly captures the free hand as Sam weakens the kid by digging his thumbs into his hipbones.
"You listen when we tell you, alright?" he asks with a grin as he threatens to let his fingers hover over the kid's exposed tummy. Peter's eyes weren't even focusing on him, only watching his hands while unwillingly sucking his stomach in as Sam smirks at him.
"Ihihi wihill!"
"And now admit that you're ticklish."
At first, both adults didn't think it would be possible for the teen to grow redder in the face, but they were proven wrong after Bucky's words.
They couldn't stop teasing the teen for it.
"Come on," urges Bucky, using one hand to hold the teen's wrists as he pokes him in the side, earning a panicked chuckle.
"Admit it. I'm a itty bitty ticklish spider."
Peter glares at them and shakes his head, but the continuing poking from both men causes him quickly to fall into another hiccupy giggle fit.
"If you refuse, we have to handle this a different way," taunts Bucky with a sigh as if he regrets the next thing he's about to do. Peter struggles against the grip, but Bucky pulls his arms further, stretching his upper body and leaving it to Sam's mercy. The other man makes sure to dig his thumbs into the teen's stomach before blowing one raspberry after another on the quivering belly under him.
"Sam! Sahaham, pleahahase. Thihihis is torture! I'm going tohoho, to tehell Steve that you-ACK, ahahaha, thahat you two tormented meheh!"
"Nice try, but Steve doesn't like snitches."
"Steve also doesn't like bullies," argues the teen with the best glare he could muster.
Sam and Bucky exchange glances.
It doesn't take two seconds for Peter to regret his threat.
"I'm sorry! I'M SOHOHORRY! SAHAHAHAM, BUHUHUCKY! Noho mohore, pleasahe. I'm tahaking ihit bahack! I wohon't say anythihin to Steve, okay? NAHAHAHA STAHAP, SAM! NO! No,no nohohoho not thihis agahahain, pleaahase. I'm tihicklish, you heard me? I admit ihit, pleahase stahap."
"Okay, one more thing."
The kid sent them a pleading look, and Bucky felt like kicking a puppy if he didn't let him go now. Peter quickly pulls his shirt down once set free and crosses his arms over his chest. He climbs to the end of the couch, a wary look in his eyes. He doesn't trust any of them right now.
Sam rolls his eyes at the teen's overdramatics while Bucky smirks. Deciding to ignore the kid's glare, Sam sits down next to him.
"Why are you acting so different around us now?"
Peter raises an eyebrow at the question.
"I thought you eavesdropped on me and my aunt?"
"Maybe, but it still doesn't make sense."
There is a new shade of pink growing on the kid's ears and neck. He looks down and picks at his pajama pants.
"I kinda got intimidated by you two. I always thought you didn't like me very much, and there isn't more to it than being on the same team during missions. I've never dared to be just me around you guys like I would with Mr. Stark or Clint. But when you two took care of me when I was sick, I realized that you express your affection differently than I'm used to."
"Are you telling me that now you know what we are like, you're going to continue acting like a little gremlin cause you feel comfortable around us?"
There it is again.
That dreaded shit-eating grin.
"Maybe."
Sam groans.
"Great."
Peter smiles before looking up at the man.
"Hey, Sam."
"What?"
"About the thing with the glasses-"
"Come here, you little shit!"
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OK SO!!! I had the cutest idea :3 Peter (one) and reader are either silly besties or dating or both :3 and they are both crazy tired drunk considering itâs past 3 am and because of all the silliness they get into a tword fight! (Possibly more Lee reader cause I feel like Peter would be feral when hyper and sleep deprived đ¤Ł) and eventually Tony comes in and is like wtf is wrong with you two idiots?? GO TO BED!!! (Secretly loves seeing his kids all giggly and adorable :3 đĽşâ¤ď¸) and then they both end up crashing and getting sleepy but they are still a little giggly about some jokes/moments which leads to more tickles and itâs like sleepy cuddly giggly tickles đâ¤ď¸ and then they both get supppperrrr sleepy and end up falling asleep in each others arms with smiles on their faces and tony comes back in cause heâs scared the children are dead đ and sees the adorableness and proceeds to post it to the avengers group chat and it ends in them waking up being like WHO THE FUCK TOOK A PICTURE OF US!? 𤣠(ok definitely mutal pining/idiots in love but they just donât admit it yet đĽš)
okayokay so this was kinda just written with you in mind teddy xD i love ya and i hope you enjoy this silly lil fic!!
Feral
Words: 1,275 Pairing: Ler!Peter1, Lee!Reader Warnings: whoooole lotta fluff heehee
âUno!â you called out. You grinned to yourself as you glared playfully over your final card at Peter, who had somehow collected fifteen cards throughout the game. His eyes squinted suspiciously as he hesitantly placed down the yellow three before he jolted backward in shock when you slammed down the red three, winning you the game.
âCâmon!â Peter fell sideways onto the carpet with a groan. âWeâve been doing this for five hours! How have I not been able to win even once?â
âIâm just too good!â You giggled as you playfully hit his shoulder. Looking over at the clock on the wall, you saw he was correct: it was past three in the morning, and not another soul was stirring in the entire Avengers tower. Both of you had been blinking sleep from your eyes for a while, but neither wanted to go to bed. Most of the other heroes had missions they were absent for, but the few still at the tower were fast asleep.
Peter yawned, bringing your attention back to him. It was so rare that you two spent so much time with each other. You missed the messy-haired hero a lot when he wasnât around, and now that you two had the weekend mission-free, you were utterly adamant that you would make the most of it. You yawned, too. The stubbornness that made you such a valuable addition to the team was matched only by the spiderling. Grinning, you picked up the cards and began to reshuffle them.
âNo, please, no more,â Peter whined sleepily, smiling despite his tone. âCan we play something else?â
âLike⌠Battleship? You know Iâm always down to beat you again,â you giggled and stuck out your tongue. The two of you may have been on par with stubbornness, but you had him and everyone else soundly beat when it came to board games, to the degree that Tony insists youâre somehow cheating.Â
âAbsolutely not! Iâd rather take a hive of wasps,â Peter grumbled, sitting back up with a huff. He hummed in thought before grinning. âI know a game we can play.âÂ
You tilted your head a bit, interested. âWhat did you have in mind?â
âClose your eyes for a second.â
Doing as you were told, you closed your eyes, sitting perfectly still and trying to guess what Peter was doing. Unfortunately for you, Peter was among the stealthier Avengers, something he demonstrated when you felt his hands grab you from behind, scribbling over your tummy.Â
âWe should have a tickle fight!â Peter giggled into your ear as you erupted into bubbly laughter. âThis is a game I know I can win!âÂ
âYouhuhU LihIhihIttle ShihihIhihit! GehehEHet OhohohOFf!!â You kicked your feet, sending Uno cards flying all over the room. Peter wiggled his fingers up to your ribs, and your laughter kicked up a notch as you thrashed about in his grasp.Â
âIâll do no such thing! Iâm stronger than you, little cutie!âÂ
Your face instantly began heating up. Whether or not the tease was intentional, it was extraordinarily flustering to hear from Peter Parker. You swatted at his hands as you squeaked, and, so experienced to losing tickle fights, Peter knowledgeably grabbed one of your wrists and held it up so he could scribble in the hollow of your underarm, making you shriek in surprise.Â
Suddenly, you both heard the unmistakable sound of a middle-aged man clearing his throat in disapproval. Looking over, you both saw a very grumpy Tony Stark leaning against the doorway.Â
The silence hung in the air for a while before Peter whispered, âYou can almost see the smoke coming out of his ears,â and the two of you burst into hysterical giggles.Â
Tony groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose in fond agitation. âI would ask what you two kids are doing awake this late at night, but I donât want to know. Bedtime is now-time.â He pointed to the two twin beds in either corner of the room, then folded his arms over his chest. âYou two have got to start going to bed on time.â
Peter giggled a little more, saying, âBut that would be such a stark difference from what we usually do!â His pun made you both again dissolve into sleepy, senseless laughter.Â
Sighing, Tony again cleared his throat. It was very obvious to all the other inhabitants of the tower that Tony utterly adored the two youngest members of the team. He was clearly struggling to speak seriously before the two giggly children on the carpet. âPeter,â he said firmly, giving him that look that the spiderling instantly took to mean he had reached the limit.
âYes, Mr. Stark. Sorry, Mr. Stark. Weâll go to bed right away, Mr. Stark.â
Tony grinned wearily and nodded. âIâll check back in half an hour. If you two arenât asleep by then, Iâm changing the Wifi password.â With that, he left and shut the door behind him.
It turns out the two young heroes didnât even have the strength to make it into their beds. Still in a clingy mood from your tickles, you held onto Peterâs arm tightly, and both of you made a concerted effort to reach his bed, but in the end, collapsed onto Peterâs bean bag. You both yawned simultaneously, giggling about Peterâs bad jokes.Â
The spiderling smiled, encouraged by your giggles. His hand slowly reached down and began tracing up your side. âThe itsy bitsy spiderrrrâŚâ Peter mumbled, slurring his words in exhaustion.Â
You felt your face heating up again and scooted away from his hand, inadvertently snuggling closer to Peter. âDohohohonât!â
âDohonât what, cutie?â
Whining, you were too sleepy to squirm away as he continued gently tracing your sides. âTihihickle meeeeâŚâ you mumbled.
âThatâs what Iâm doing, silly~!â
You huffed and buried your face in his shoulder. âJeheherk!â Although you didnât say so, the tickles were very relaxing, almost lulling you to sleep -more than almost. When his breath finally evened out to sleep, you didnât stand a chance. Both of you were out like lights.Â
Tony walked back in, expecting to deal with more patented Peter Snark. To his surprise, he saw the two little heroes tuckered out on the beanbag, holding each other tightly with big cozy smiles on both of their faces. Tony pressed a button on his glasses, taking a secret photo, before pulling it up on his phone to send to the official Avengers group chat, followed by a heart emoji. He yawned and shut the door behind him. Going to sleep sounded like a pretty good idea.
The chipper chirps of midday birdsong were interrupted by a shriek of embarrassment. âWake up. Peterpeterpeter, wake the hell-!â You shoved at his shoulder frantically, not looking up from your phone.
The spiderling jolted awake, mumbling a Star Wars reference that was quickly cut off by a gasp when he looked at his phone. It was noon - they were supposed to be awake for combat training five hours ago! But that wasnât the worst: the Avengers group chat had been active. He looked back through the messages, his face redder and redder as he read through the messages filled with the other Avengers gushing over the adorableness of the two young heroes. Peter finally reached a message from Tony, and upon seeing the image of the two of them snuggling together, he looked up, wide-eyed, at you. You looked at him right back.Â
A heartbeat.
Cuties.
You both cleared your throats and stood, quickly running to prepare for training. However, you not-so-subtly saved the image to your camera roll, making you smile every time you saw it.Â
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Sneak Peek
Summary: You are too eager to open your presents, so you figure one peek won't hurt. The Avengers know just the right way to playfully punish you.
Note: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! I hope you guys have been able to spend quality time with family and friends! I hope you enjoy this fic!
Word Count: 1644
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You were living at the Avengers compound with many of the Avengers, including the Widow sisters, Steve, Peter, Wanda, Kate and many others. This was your second time celebrating Christmas with them, so you were more used to the traditions.Â
Bright and early in the morning, you guys would open presents and then eat a nice big breakfast. Each year they would rotate who would cook. This year, it was you, Peter and Wanda. However, you were looking forward most to opening presents. You were so eager that you couldnât wait for morning.
You snuck downstairs quietly, making sure to not make any noise to not get caught. You tiptoed towards the tree, using your phone flashlight to look for the gifts that had your name on it. You grabbed a box that had your name on it, being careful to not let the wrapping paper make too much noise.Â
You had succeeded in making a pile of your gifts and were ready to start peeking. However, you were so focused on being quiet that you didnât notice Fanny and Lucky coming up behind you. The two dogs were so interested in the tree and presents and came up next to you. Fanny licked your face, as Lucky nuzzled into your neck.
You let out a yelp of surprise, gently pushing the dogs away.
âFanny! Lucky! What are you guys doing?â You whispered, knowing the dogs would not answer.
The dogs panted and started sniffing the boxes around you.
âDonât open those!â You said, trying to move them away from the dogs. However, you got frazzled and let a few boxes topple, causing a loud noise.Â
You panicked and wondered about what to do next. You could either stay and tell them the truth, stay and blame it on the dogs, or run and hide in your bedroom.
You decided to stay and blame it on the dogs.
âI owe you one,â you whispered to the dogs, as they continued to smile.Â
âY/N, what on earth is going on?â Natasha asked, walking out and looking half asleep.
âThe dogs were trying to open the presents, so I came down to try and stop them before it was too late,â you explained, hoping that your lie would work.
Natasha eyed you suspiciously, knowing that the dogs were asleep before they went to bed.
âHow did you know they were opening the presents?â Natasha asked you.
âUmm, I just heard them,â you insisted stubbornly.
âYou know we have security cameras around the compound, right?â Natasha said, now smirking.
âDonât check them!â You blurted out
âWhat is all this racket?â Yelena said, coming out of their bedroom, her accent strong as she had just woken up.
âI caught Y/N lying and trying to peek at her presents,â Natasha said, as you shook your head and tried to retell your lie to Yelena.Â
âIt was your crazy dog!â You insisted, scooting away from the two sisters.
âLetâs just see, shall we?â Natasha said, reviewing the security camera footage with Yelena.
Just as the footage ended, you made a run for your room.
âGet back here, Y/N!â The two sisters called after you.
âNever!â You shouted, giggling because you knew you were busted.
You closed the door quickly to your room, only to have it opened a second later.
âNo! Leave!â You said through giggles, as you backed up against the headboard of your bed.
âYouâre in so much trouble, little one,â Yelena said, as the two sisters pounced on you and pinned you to the bed.
âNohohoho! Lehehet me gohohoho,â you giggled hysterically.
âWeâre not even tickling you yet,â Natasha said with a grin.
âBuhuhut I knohohow you wihill,â you giggled, shrieking as Natasha began drilling into your ribs.
âGAAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP,â you screamed, unable to squirm much underneath them.
âI canât stop because I have to tickle little girls who lie all the time,â Natasha said, listening to the sweet sound of your giggles.
âMe too,â Yelena said, now tickling your feet and joining in.
âNOHOHO IHIHITâS TOHOO MUHUHUCH,â you cried, feeling tears welling up in your eyes.
âAwww what are you, a little baby?â Natasha teased, worming her hands into your armpits.
You wheezed with laughter, tapping the bed to signal that you surrendered.
The two girls let you have a break, knowing that you were too ticklish to handle them for a long time all at once.Â
âSo, are you going to tell the truth?â Yelena asked, giving your knee a squeeze.
âNo!â You yelped, trying to pull your leg away.
âLiars get tickled~â Yelena said, switching spots with Natasha and squeezing your sides rapidly.
âAHAHAHAHAHAA NOHOHO MOHOHORE,â you squealed, arching your back to no avail.
âAdmit it,â Yelena said, grinning down at you.
âOHOHOKAY FIHIHINE IHIHI WAHAHAS SNOOHOHOOPING,â you shouted, laughing until you were pink.
âThatâs what I thought,â Yelena said, poking your tummy.
âYou guys are so rude,â you pouted.
âAww câmon donât act like you donât love to be tickled,â Natasha teased, as you blushed and didnât answer.
âItâs late, Y/N, you need to go to sleep,â Yelena scolded playfully.Â
âItâs a little too late for that,â Natasha said, as the sun started to rise.
âWell, guess youâll get to open those presents after all,â Yelena said.
âSo you tickled me for nothing?â You asked in disbelief.
âOh donât worry, we had a blast,â Natasha said, as you rolled your eyes playfully.Â
The three of you headed downstairs to open presents. You eagerly greeted the others downstairs, excited to open presents. You all sat in a circle and took turns opening your gifts. You received some new clothes, a book of your favorite series, a new journal, and some colored pens.
âAlright, letâs get that breakfast going,â Wanda said, in charge of the two kids helping her.
âDo we have to,â you and Peter both whined, wanting to play with and use your new gifts.
âI know you guys want to play that new video game Peter got, but this year itâs our turn to cook,â Wanda said.
âI refuse,â you said cheekily, as Wanda raised an eyebrow at you.
âIs that so?â She asked.
You nodded your head nervously, as Wanda pinned you with her powers immediately.
âNo please! Iâve already been tickled,â you pleaded, knowing that this time would be even worse.Â
âYou can never have too many tickles,â Wanda said, squeezing your hips.
âHAHHAHAHAHAAHA,â you laughed, unable to hold it in.
âYou know thereâs no escaping this, Y/N,â Wanda said, using her nails to tickle under your chin, making you squeal with laughter.
âWow, youâre ticklish everywhere,â Wanda teased, as you shook your head in denial.
âSTAHAHAHAHAP,â you cried, as Wanda tickled away at your stomach.
âPEHEHETER IHIHISNT HEHEHELPING EITHER!â You cried, trying to avert their attention.
âHmm, youâre right,â Wanda said, pinning the young boy next to you.
âSteve? Wanna help?â Wanda asked.
âYou donât have to ask me twice,â Steve said, switching positions with Wanda. The witch was now by Peter, pinning his arms above his head and tickling his armpits.
âNOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE,â he cried, knowing that his armpits were his worst spot.
âYouâre just as much of a troublemaker as Y/N,â Wanda teased, as the poor boy was crying with laughter.
Steve came over to you, giving you a smirk.
âWell well well, what do we have here, Y/N? You just canât stop causing trouble huh?â Steve asked, going towards your feet.
You groaned in anticipation, curling up your toes to protect them.
âJust get it over with,â you whined.
Steve decided to mess with you, going for a spot you werenât expecting. He started to tickle your shins and over the tops of your feet, making you jerk out of surprise.
âGAH NO WHY AHAHAA,â you laughed, jumping from the sensation.
âGotta continue the storyline of you being ticklish everywhere,â Steve said, now scratching behind the back of your knee.
âSTAHAHAHAP THAHAHAT TIHIHICKLES,â you shouted.
âThatâs the point,â Steve said with a grin.
âNow are you and Peter gonna help with the cooking?â Steve asked, continuing to torment your lower body.
You looked over at Peter, as he had given in after a bit of tickling from Wanda. She was the ultimate ler, but you were also the most stubborn girl on earth, so you were not going to give in.
âMaybe Peter will help, but I wonât,â you said stubbornly, sticking your tongue out at Steve.
âGuess we gotta go for the kill, huh?â Wanda said, as Steve sat on your hips and Wanda sat above your hands.
âOH GOD NO! WAIT! IâLL HELP!â You quickly gave in.
âHmm, I think we have to make sure,â Wanda said, as she used her magic to tickle all over your neck and started raking her nails rapidly in your bare armpits. Meanwhile, Steve began to wiggle his finger in your belly button, making you shriek with laughter.
âOHOHO MY GOHOHOD STAHAHAP IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAD!â You screamed.
âYeah? Then we must be doing our job right,â Steve teased, as your face turned bright red from the laughter and embarrassment.Â
âIHIHI CAHAHAHANT! HEHEHELP IHIHI GIHIHIVE,â you cried, panting as they finally let you up.
âThatâs what you get for being a brat,â they all said, making you feel greatly outnumbered.
âI am not a brat,â you insisted.
âWe know you love being tickled, so the brat role fits you well,â Yelena chimed in, ruffling your hair.
You pouted and would never admit it, but you also knew you couldnât take anymore tickles, so you decided to go help cook.
That Christmas was one of your favorites since it was the first time you helped cook the traditional breakfast. You looked forward to spending more time with them as the years went on, which also conveniently came with something you loved. Tickles.
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Once Bitten, Twice Teased
finally letting miguel be a ler after four whole fics dedicated to wrecking him
ft. lee!peter cuz heâs earned it, and ler!mj cuz i love that for her <3
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âYou paralyzed my husband.â
âHe deserved it.â
âProbably, but Iâd like an explanation anyway.â
âHe was annoying meâŚâ Miguel paused. ââŚand said I had fangs like a kitty cat.â
It took everything in MJ not to laugh. The mental image was simply too good. Miraculously, she managed to hold back, though she did smile at Miguelâs pout.
âSo, you bit him to prove a point?â
âThe fangs are no joke,â Miguel defended. Then, sounding just a bit sheepish⌠âThe venom will wear off in an hour.â
Whatever he expected MJ to say next, it wasnât what she actually asked.
âHow much can he feel while heâs stuck like this? Does the venom cause any numbness?â
âHe can still feel everything⌠but this is a punishment. If youâre planning to-â
âThatâs not what I mean.â Leaning in with a conspiratorial glint in her eye, MJ made her proposition. âHowâd you like to help me get some payback?â
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Peterâs face lit up when MJ entered the room, and if heâd been able, she knew he wouldâve rushed her. Beyond the change in expression, however, he didnât move a single muscle. Miguel had placed him in the center of their bed, arms laid neatly at his sides. Noticing the pillow under Peterâs head, MJ smiled. What a softie.
âHow ya feelinâ, Tiger?â She sauntered over, taking a seat right beside her husband.
âMigs is mean,â Peter pouted. âI canât believe he actually bit me.â
âWell, you did make fun of his fangs. Not your brightest idea,â MJ countered lightly. Peering at his neck, she soon spotted the bite marks. âWant me to kiss it better?â she offered sweetly.
Peter couldnât nod but his gaze turned hopeful, and MJ leaned down to hover over the marks. Her breath puffed against them, and Peter wouldâve shivered, but his muscles simply refused to respond. He smiled when he felt MJâs lips, soft and warm against his skin. Then she began peppering small kisses along his neck, and he instantly remembered that kisses could tickle.
âHmph!â Peter stifled the urge to giggle. The situation was already embarrassing enough. At least MJ would be pulling back soon. He just needed to control himself until-
âAH!â he yelped when kissing became nibbling, right where Miguel had bitten him before. âW-Wait, Em- Nohoho!â he cracked when he realized her true intentions.
MJ paused a few seconds later, shifting to whisper in his ear. âDo you remember that time you strung me up in the living room, then decided to tease me until the webs dissolved?â
Oh. Oh no. Peter did remember. He remembered that evening quite fondly, actually. MJ had collapsed into his arms afterwards, thoroughly flushed and swearing revenge. Of course, Peter had laughed it off at the time, doubting sheâd ever catch him that compromised. It would be another decade before Miguel found them⌠and now, heâd served Peter right up for MJ.
âYouâve got to tell me the full story later,â Miguel interjected, done hiding his presence. Peter gawked as MJ patted the other side of the bed, giving Miguel a peck once he was close enough.
âHave you two been plotting against me?!â
âNo, I specifically bit you for being a nuisance. The plan was to leave you in here alone⌠but MJ came up with a better idea.â
MJ beamed at Miguel, then focused her attention back on Peter. âNow, letâs find out where youâre most sensitiveâŚâ Peter cringed as his past words were echoed back at him.
Her fingers grazed across his ribs first, nails easily felt even through his shirt. It really wasnât that bad a spot, but Peterâs breath still hitched at the touch. He had no chance of resistance, mouth curling up as nails dragged down. The fact he couldnât even try to turn away made him overly aware of his own nerves.
MJ went from his uppermost left rib all the way to the bottom, then wiggled her fingers on the way back up. It was ticklish enough to earn a few snickers, but nothing too dramatic yet. That was until Peter felt a dig on his right, squawking when the tickling crept between his ribs.
âWait- Wahahait!â
Miguel did not wait, fingers burrowing in without hesitation.
Peterâs mind demanded he move, but all he could physically do was laugh. It only spiraled when MJ switched spots, pinching at his much more ticklish side. The squeal he couldnât quite suppress didnât escape either tormentorâs notice.
âShitshitshit! Thahatâs sohoho unfahahahair!â Peter swore when Miguelâs claws traced down his other side.
Claws and nails⌠it was a deadly combination. Peter couldnât say which side was worse. If heâd been able, he wouldâve been wriggling from one to the other, indecisive and frenzied. Unfortunately, as things stood, he had no choice but to endure both together. Miguel scratched carefully along his right flank, while MJ raked ruthlessly at his left.
âMehehean! Youâre bohohoth so mehean!â
âPobrecito,â Miguel replied.
âOh, babe, you think this is mean? Just you wait,â MJ promised.
A nervous thrill shot straight through him. How wrecked would he be by the end of this? Heâd never felt so uniquely defenseless, safe from real harm, but not from this. His sides were bad, but not terrible. What would happen when they found his actual weakness?
All these thoughts were quickly halted by MJ poking around his waist.
âNonono- Dohohonât!â Peter giggled uncontrollably.
âAww, youâre so cute when youâre helpless,â MJ cooed, kneading his love handles. Her hands slipped under the hem of his shirt, bypassing his only means of defense. It tickled so much that Peterâs laughter pitched higher, which didnât escape Miguelâs notice.
âQue precioso,â Miguel teased, knowing it was a phrase Peter would understand. Right on cue, Peter blushed, and Miguel smirked in satisfaction. It was the exact reaction heâd been seeking, after so many instances of Peter flustering him.
Revenge garnished with extra affection, easily shared among three.
Peter flushed even further when MJ proceeded to lift his shirt. She pushed the hem all the way to his chest, exposing his pale abdomen. Just like that, he was on display for his equally gorgeous wife and boyfriend⌠and then insecurity reared its head, reminding him of his current physique.
Objectively, it was absurd. They'd both seen his gut before, and he was hardly one for bashfulness nowadays⌠but still, to have all their attention focused right there, while he couldnât even cover his face? Apparently that was just a bit too much. Peter didnât tense up, mainly because he couldnât, yet his partners still noticed the shift in his mood. Of course they did... observant as ever. He shut his eyes to avoid examining their expressions.
There was a beat, then finally movement, but not from the direction he'd been expecting. Instead of MJ, sweet and familiar... it was Miguel whose lips brushed bare skin first. Peter's eyes shot back open and MJ caught his gaze, understanding reflected in her own. Then she glanced at Miguel, her lips quirking, and Peterâs attention jumped to him.
His heart skipped when he found Miguel staring, intense and analytical. Then it dropped as Miguel inhaled deeply, before blowing the most devastatingly ticklish of raspberries.
Peter screeched, barely calming when Miguel ultimately switched to nibbling. The tips of Miguelâs fangs grazed against his belly, pressing down too gently to break any skin. That was when MJ joined back in, too, peppering tickly kisses wherever Miguel wasn't. Peter giggled, then released a squeak when she poked at the softest part of his stomach.
If Peter had been a luckier man, the pair might've concluded around there. He rarely was, though, so of course they weren't done. MJ's next statement sealed his fate.
"We should lift his arms," she suggested to Miguel, and Peter nearly broke into a cold sweat. He didn't say a word as they guided his limbs. Miguel raised an eyebrow at the uncharacteristic silence.
"Hold on, are you nervous?" he had to ask, curious amusement coloring his tone.
"Wha- No! I'm just... getting tired?" Not entirely false, but not convincing either.
Indirectly calling his bluff, MJ reached out a hand, watching Peter's eyes. He anxiously tracked her slow approach, worsening the suspense for himself. Abruptly, Miguel inched forward, and Peter would've flinched if he'd been able. There was no way to track both of them.
Not that it mattered, once the tickling restarted.
"NOHOT THEHEHERE!" Peter screeched after a swear unbecoming of the Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman. MJ's nails scribbled at his left underarm, while Miguel's thumb massaged his right hollow. âDOHON'T- I CAHAHANâT!" He wanted to thrash, but he couldn't even manage a twitch. "PLEHEHEHEASE!â It was a maddening experience. Being tied up had nothing on this.
If only he could lower his arms, or twist away, or struggle at all. It didn't help that he was just too damn ticklish in that spot. Miguel and MJ exploited his weakness in distinctly different ways, and thus it didn't take long at all for the contrasting sensations to overwhelm him.
As soon as tears rolled down Peterâs cheeks, they both pulled back to let him breathe.
âAlright there, Tiger?â MJ pet his hair, a hint of worry entering her voice.
ââŚCould I get some water?â
His partners relaxed, and Miguel nodded. âBe right back.â He returned a minute later with a bottle and towel, first wiping Peterâs face, then sitting him up on the pillows, then carefully lifting the bottle to his lips.
âThanks,â Peter said after a long drink. âYou two are weirdly diabolical.â He glanced at MJ. âEspecially you.â
âJust means you have a type,â MJ countered smoothly.
"Hot and sadistic?"
"You said it, not me~"
And then before his brain could stop his mouth-
"Just as ticklish, too." Why would he say that.
Miguel's eyes narrowed dangerously.
âYou know, weâve still got time before the venom wears off.â
âDoesnât seemed like heâs really learned his lesson, huh?â
Peter squeaked when something soft caressed his ear. MJ had a feather⌠no, make that two.
âW-When did you get those?!â He watched helplessly as she handed the second feather to Miguel.
âAww, did you think I came unprepared? I knew youâd talk back enough to earn this~â
And then both feathers were twirling inside his ears, and he could only squeal for mercy.
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â˘guessing gameâ˘
Peterâs Spider-Sense alerts him, but there is no danger.
CW: tickle fic, horrendously disgusting tooth-rotting fluff, romantic relationship, angry!Pete, flirting, teasing, kisses (no tongue đđ), cursing, ultimately sfw but has some suggestive tones, mention of web restraints đŤ , fem!reader, you are basically this universeâs MJ, imagine any version of Peter you want (you could even come up with your own version đ)
Peter and the reader are in an established relationship
Bold text means itâs a flashback
Slanted text is for emphasis
Small slanted text is a thought that wasnât said out loud
Enjoy
Partially inspired by this post from @sugars-fluffy-escapes
It had been a long day. Peter was exhausted.
It started just like any other day. He woke up, ate breakfast, brushed his teeth, kissed you goodbye, and headed to class.
Of course, going to school never quite worked out for him.
He was lucky if he was able to attend all of his classes for the day (attend, not be there for the entire lecture). Today, he didnât make it to any classes.
Why? Because Doc Ock got bored and decided to play New York City Sandbox Simulator. Pete swore this guy became a super villain just to have something to do.
The fight lasted almost all day. By the time Peter got home, you could tell he was pissed.
After hearing him knock on the window, you rushed over to open it for him. As he climbed inside, you noticed that his entire demeanor was different.
At first, you thought he mightâve been hurt. When he took off his mask, you saw that his eyes were drooped in a way that made him appear annoyed and defeated. There was no part of his face that looked warm and welcoming. This terrified you.
Usually after patrol, he greeted you cheerfully with one of his many nicknames for you. Even if he seemed sad or upset, he at least did that.
This time, he didnât even make eye contact with you. All he said to you was, âThanks,â and then he beelined to the bathroom to take a shower.
It was very clear that he was not in a good mood right now.
You wondered if it was a good idea to ask him what was wrong. Would that make him feel better? Would that make him snap at you? Was it best to just try to give him some space?
You crawled into bed, pulling the covers up over you. As you waited for Pete to get out of the shower, you decided that it would be best to just keep quiet until he wanted to talk.
Eventually, he emerged from the mist and steam in the bathroom. He threw on a pair of pajama pants (just pajama pants, no shirt), climbed into bed, wrapped his arms around you, and just as he was about to kiss you goodnight, he saw the look on your face.
His agitation was immediately replaced with concern.
âYou okay, bug?â he leaned back to look into your eyes.
You barely looked at him before breaking eye contact. This worried him.
âIs something wrong?â he asked.
You hesitated, opening your mouth to speak, but closing it instead.
âHey,â he said, taking on a more serious tone. âTell me whatâs wrong.â
He spoke in a way that was firm, but gentle. You had a habit of bursting into tears when he did that, but you held it in this time around, not wanting to irritate him any further.
You swallowed, âI uh⌠Are⌠Are you mad at me?â
He furrowed his brows, confused.
âWhy would I be mad at you?â
You made eye contact with him now, feeling a little relieved. You thought quietly for a moment before speaking.
âW-well, I just.. thought that you seemed angry and.. I didnât know if it was something I did, or-â
âNo, no, baby,â he cuts you off. âIâm not mad at you, sweetheart. I could never be mad at you. It was just a hard day, thatâs all.â
He holds you tighter, feeling guilty.
âIâm sorry my mug is so mean,â he whispers. âIâm not mad at you. Iâm mad at the 24 foot tall robotic octopus that keeps throwing me off of tall buildings and running away.â
He earns a small chuckle from you, easing the tension. Peter smiles, but his smile fades quickly. His expression softens as he connects the dots.
âYou saw that I was mad, and your first thought.. was that I was mad at you?â
This realization affected him more than he led on. He was supposed to protect you and keep you safe. Yâknow, the whole point of the superhero thing?
Instead, here he was, scaring you. Pushing you away. Making you afraid to talk to him.
You broke eye contact with him again.
Pete let out a soft, defeated sigh. He tightened his grip on you again, holding you as close as possible.
âYou know Iâd never hurt you?â he says, his tone firm and gentle again. âLike, ever? Never in a million years? Even if I was angry?â
You nod. You knew deep down that if Pete was mad at you, he wouldnât even do so much as raise his voice.
Heâd crawl into bed with you, just like he always does.
Heâd tell you what was bugging him, youâd apologize, heâd probably apologize too for some reason, then heâd ambush you with kisses and the two of you would promptly go to bed.
âI know,â you said, feeling stupid. âIâm sorry I even-â you start to say before you can catch yourself.
Pete makes a loud incorrect buzzer sound, startling you a little and making you laugh.
âThatâs the wrong answer,â he says playfully, âYouâre actually only supposed to apologize when youâve done something wrong. Try again.â
He looks at you with a shit-eating grin. Heâs done this to you so many times.
The first few times, heâd caught you in a loop, going back and forth between you accidentally apologizing, and him doing the incorrect buzzer. This time, he knew youâd stop apologizing before it could even start.
Being an annoying little shit was a gift of Peterâs. In hindsight, it was only a matter of time before he found out your biggest weakness.
He leaned his head into the crook of your neck, ready to fall asleep with you in his arms, safe and sound. But, of course, he couldnât resist adding one more quip.
He exhaled, his hot breath hitting your skin. Every hair on your body stood up.
âYup, thatâs what I thought,â he said, his lips getting closer to your neck. His only intention was to kiss you there.
Much to his surprise (and delight), you giggled.
ââââââââââ
Ever since then, after a long, hard day of being Spider-Man, this became a tradition of some sort for the both of you.
Pete would come home after patrol, take a shower, and then absolutely wreck you. It was like his way of decompressing after a day of getting beat up.
He noticed that you didnât really fight back, but he never questioned it.
Frankly, he was having too much fun to care.
He figured that you were just one of those people that curled up into a ball as a very poor, but very cute, way of trying to hide.
On this day in particular, Pete had spent the whole day with you. He planned for it. There was no long, hard day of being Spider-Man. This meant that you could spend some time together.
Unfortunately, that also meant that your tradition couldnât happen today.
But you were craving it. It was the only thing you could think about.
After spending the whole day with Peter, and his teasing? You barely survived.
You and Pete laid next to each other, your head resting on his shoulder. He put on a movie a little while earlier that you werenât really interested in.
You contemplated telling him that you werenât into the movie, but that would put you in a situation that petrified you.
âIs there something else that you wanna do?â
You could already hear him saying it. You could already imagine the heat moving towards your cheeks as you sit there, speechless, thinking about what the hell you could possibly say to get yourself out of this one. Even just imagining that was flustering enough.
But there was nothing wrong with thinking about it, right? No, of course not. You can enjoy your little daydream while Pete watches TV, and heâd have no idea at all that you were thinking about the night he discovered that you were ticklish.
He had no idea that you were thinking about the slow, mischievous grin that grew on his face after hearing you giggle. The way he locked eyes with you. The way he told you, âYou are so fucked,â without saying anything at all. The reality setting in that the only thing you can do is wait for him to attack. Then, the reality setting in that once he attacks, the only thing you can do is wait for him to stop.
He didnât know you were thinking about the dramatic, exaggerated stories he told as he toyed with you.
ââââââââââ
He had effectively overpowered you, sitting on your hips, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
ââŚAnd then, just when I thought it was finally overâŚâ he paused for a comedically long time, looking directly into your eyes.
He enjoyed the tension building up. He loved making you feel the imminent dread of what was coming next. He loved the nervous giggles you let out as he stared at you with a stone-faced expression.
ââŚI heard his footsteps,â he teasingly walked his fingers up your side as you squirmed beneath him. âGetting closer,â he took a step, âand closer,â he took another step, âand thenâŚâ you hid behind your hands, shaking, laughing, waiting for him to strike.
When he didnât, you peeked through your fingers, only to find that he was still staring at you. His face was still entirely serious, even though you were covering your eyes.
Why is he so committed to this bit?? Does he want to fluster me to death??
âŚ
Yeah, of course he does, what am I even saying?
ââŚAnd thenâŚâ he paused again.
And then what??? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST GET IT OVER WITH ALREADY.
He was far too good at this.
He took an obnoxiously loud deep breath in, gathering all the air he possibly could into his lungs. And in an instant, he was blowing the worldâs biggest raspberry on your tummy. As if that wasnât bad enough, he was also digging his fingers into your ribs at the same time.
You screamed so loud that you thought someone would file a noise complaint.
ââââââââââ
He didnât know you were thinking about how strong he was. How easy it was for him to trap you in his arms. Even if you had attempted to fight back, it wouldâve been useless.
He certainly had no idea that you were thinking about the time you yelled, âStop!â and he laughed at you. You werenât sure if he was catching on to how much you liked this, or if he was laughing because he wasnât about to stop any time soon. Either way, he didnât stop any time soon.
There was one thing you were very glad he didnât know.
He didnât know that the way he looked at you after one of those days made you weak.
You thought about how tired his eyes would look after taking his mask off. You thought about the relieved sigh heâd let out as he hugs you. The kiss heâd plant on your forehead before he tells you how awful of a day he had. The timber in his voice when he tells you youâre gonna know all about it when he gets out of the shower.
He didnât know that as soon as the bathroom door closed, you hopped into bed, throwing the blanket over you, giggling and kicking your feet as soon as you were underneath. It was on days like that where you thanked the entire universe that Pete only took 10 minute showers.
All you could think of was how warm heâd be. How close heâd pull you to him. How many glances youâd take of his chest.
If Peter knew what you were thinking about right now, youâd be reduced to jelly in seconds. There was no way you could ever tell him about any of this.
But you wished he knew. You wished you could make him understand. But it would never happen. Youâd rather get water boarded by the CIA than tell him.
Suddenly, Peter felt something. His Spider-Sense. He instinctively put an arm around you, looking around the room.
âPete? Is something wrong?â you asked him.
He looked around the room for a little longer, scanning every area he could see. He found nothing. Everything was fine. He relaxed a little, but was still on edge.
âWhatâs wrong?â you asked again, feeling a little anxious now.
âNothing, angel,â he shook his head. âI⌠I thought I felt my Spider-Sense.â
He thought he felt his Spider-Sense?
You always imagined that to be an obvious feeling.
âWhat made it go off?â
âIâm⌠Iâm not sure. But it felt like it went off for you,â he paused. âAre you okay?â
You paused.
âI.. I think so.. Why? Am I in danger?â
Peter looked around the room again, scanning for absolutely anything dangerous. Nothing. He listened for any strange noises. Nothing. He tried to sense if anyone dangerous was in the building. Once again, nothing.
âNo.. Youâre completely fine,â he said, his brows still furrowed.
Now you were really confused.
âIf Iâm not in any danger, then⌠why did it go off?â
Peter closed his eyes, trying his best to focus on where this feeling was coming from. The longer he waited, the more clear it became.
It was his Spider-Sense, but it was different this time. It felt warmer. Gentler. When he was in danger, the feeling was comparable to almost getting hit by an oncoming train. Right now, it felt more like a tap on the shoulder.
Why was he getting tapped on the shoulder, and why did it make him think of you?
He opened his eyes, trying to make sense out of any of this.
A tap on the shoulder⌠for you?
Wait, no.
MaybeâŚ
Maybe itâs a tap on the shoulder from you?
âIs⌠Is there something that you want to tell me?â he questioned. âIs there something you feel scared to tell me?â
Uh oh.
Wait.
Hold on a minute.
How?
You tried your best to hide the shock on your face, but you already felt the warmth spreading across your cheeks. You cleared your throat.
âUhm, w-what do you mean?â you tried. It wasnât much, but it was something.
Pete closed his eyes again. You were starting to wonder if he could read your mind.
God, you hoped he couldnât read your mind.
âIt just feels like thereâs something you want to tell me, but youâre hiding it from me,â he opens his eyes. âWhatâs going on?â
Damn, Iâm not even safe in my own head.
You couldnât lie to him, but you also couldnât just outright say it to him either. You didnât think you could say this out loud even if you were completely alone with no sign of human life for miles.
This was going to be difficult.
You looked down at your hands and fidgeted with them.
âThere is⌠something Iâm not telling youâŚâ you start.
He puts his arms around your waist, gently guiding you to lay down on your side next to him.
âWhat is it, baby? What are you so afraid to tell me?â
He looked so concerned.
You break eye contact, which Peter usually sees as a bad sign. Whatâs different this time is that a smile slowly creeps onto your face. Now, heâs intrigued.
âWhatâs so funny?â he says, not being able to stop the smile from forming on his face too.
You smile harder. You already know that your face is bright red. You canât help it. Youâre reducing into jelly.
âWhat is going on?â Pete laughs, now staring to feel amused by this entire situation.
You open your mouth.
Then close it.
Then open it again.
âItâs not so much that Iâm scared⌠Itâs more like⌠Iâm embarrassed.â
Okay, that was a good first step. You admitted to being embarrassed, but not by what.
Pete squints his eyes and looks at you suspiciously.
âJust tell me what it is,â he says.
Nope. Not gonna happen, asshole.
âI canât,â you whisper.
His expression softens.
âWhy not?â
There is a pause. You take a deep breath.
âI feel too embarrassed to say it out loud. Even if you werenât here and I was completely alone, I still wouldnât say it out loud. Thatâs how embarrassed I am,â you admit.
Peter nods, understanding the predicament youâre in.
âThatâs okay, bug. We donât have to talk about it right now if you donât want to.â
You feel bad. How do you tell someone something without saying it out loud?
Definitely not doing charades. Or Pictionary. Even if you knew sign language, you werenât doing that either. There has to be some way to make it easier for both of you.
And then it hit you. You both knew that you couldnât say it, but what if he could?
âWhat if⌠What if you try to guess what it is? Iâll give you hints and tell you if youâre right,â you suggested.
Pete thought about it, and nodded. The smile from earlier came back.
âOkay. Letâs do that then. Whatâs the first hint?â
You looked off to the side as you thought of a good hint. Something vague, but truthful.
âIâm thinking about something that you doâŚâ Pause. ââŚthat I like.â That seemed vague enough.
Peter raises his eyebrows.
âSomething I do that you like?â
You nod.
âIs it⌠when I make corny science jokes?â
You shake your head.
âHuh, really thought that would be it,â he replies sarcastically.
âIs it⌠my dancing?â he asks.
âNope. Not that either. You are a good dancer, though.â
He grins at that. He loved when you complimented him.
âThanks. But if itâs not my jokes or my dancing, then what is it? Give me another hint.â
You try to think of something else.
âItâs something that most people donât like.â
He squints.
âMy⌠dancingâŚ?â
You roll your eyes.
âNo, Pete, itâs not your dancing. But while weâre on that subject, most people donât like your corny jokes either.â
âOuch.â
You both laugh. Pete thinks again for a moment. Heâs drawing a blank.
âIâm gonna need another hint from you, missy.â
Time to think again. What else could you possibly say to him to make him understand?
ThinkingâŚ
ThinkingâŚ
âŚ
There was only one more thing you could think to say. You shut your eyes so you didnât have to see his reaction.
Here goes nothingâŚ
âI only feel comfortable when youâre the one doing it⌠to me.â
Whoomp, there it is. Canât take that shit back now.
You swear to God if he doesnât figure it out now, you might just explode.
âŚ
Silence.
âŚ
More silence.
You opened one eye. You were greeted by a confused looking Pete, clearly still trying to put the puzzle pieces in the right places.
Time to explode.
âItâs something I do⌠that you like⌠that most people donât like⌠and itâs something that you only let me do to you...â Pete looked like he was becoming more and more confused by the second. âWhat is something that I do to you⌠that most people donât like?â he asked himself.
You watched in real time as the wheels turned. You saw the moment a lightbulb turned on. You started to brace yourself for what he was going to say.
âOh, wait,â
I was wrong about earlier. NOW itâs time to explode.
A sly smile spread across his face.
Oh God. He knows.
âAre you thinking about-â
Donât say it.
â-our little-â
Do NOT say it.
â-tickle fights?â
Fuck, he said it. He said the thing.
At this point, you couldnât even answer him. Your entire face was burning. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. The only thing you could do was hide under the covers.
You hear Pete laughing. Now that heâs figured it out, you were gonna have to accept that you would never know a moment of peace for the rest of your life.
He lifted the blanket so he could see your face. Now you were hiding behind your hands.
âWhy are you hiding from me?â he teased, knowing damn well why you were hiding from him.
âStop teasing me!â you muffled.
He chuckled, âWhy? Are you blushing?â
This boy just wouldnât stop.
âHow can I help teasing you when you act like this?â he purred.
He pulled the blanket over your heads so that both of you were under the covers.
âSo, thatâs what you were so afraid to tell me? You like it when I tickle you?â
You whimpered pathetically, doing your best to curl yourself into a ball. Pete enjoyed this.
âThatâs what you were soooooo embarrassed to say this entire time?â
You did not appreciate that tone, which is exactly why he used it.
He placed his arms around your shoulders, cradling you. He rubbed your arm with his thumb, moving it back and forth. As much as he loved to fluster you, he also wanted you to feel comfortable telling him things like this.
âI donât see whatâs so embarrassing about that,â he murmured, kissing the top of your head.
You relaxed a little. As difficult as it was to have this conversation, you were grateful it happened. There were no more secrets between the two of you. You didnât need to hide anymore.
You unraveled from the ball you were trying to turn into, snuggling closer to Peter.
You looked up at him. He looked down at you.
âThere she is,â Pete said softly, admiring you.
You glared at him playfully before pushing your head into his chest.
âAaaaaaand sheâs hiding again,â he sighs. âWhen will you learn-â Pete takes hold of your wrist as he rolls on top of you, pinning it to the bed, â-that you canât-â his other arm slithers around your waist, his hand now pinching at your side, â-hide from me?â
You did your best to try to wriggle out from underneath him, but you were trapped under his body weight. He was too strong. The only thing you could do was laugh.
âPEHEHETER, WAHAHAIT!â you screamed.
âWait? Wait for what?â he continued to tickle you. âThis is what you wanted, right?â
Yup.
âOh wait, did you want me to tickle here?â he pinched a little higher towards your ribs. You screeched.
âOr maybe here?â he squeezed at your hip. âOr did you just want me to tickle all of these spots at the same time?â he moved his hand sporadically up and down your side.
It was unbearable. His fingers were so precise. Every move felt intentional. You were completely at his mercy, and it was everything you ever wanted.
Peter was having just as much fun. He loved the way you struggled beneath him. Your shrieking laughter was music to his ears. The way you insincerely begged him to stop only made him want to keep going.
The fact that you trusted him enough to let him do this to you made him feel so special. He spent so much of his time worrying about keeping you safe, constantly wondering if he was doing enough to protect you.
Knowing that you were okay with him putting you in such a vulnerable position made him feel like he had done something right. He was the only one who was allowed to touch you like this, and he did not take that for granted.
He stopped tickling you for a moment to pin your other wrist to the bed. He leaned down, acting like he wanted to whisper something to you.
âHey, can I tell you a secret?â his breath hit your neck, giving you goosebumps.
This was his favorite way to tickle you. This was the way he discovered you were ticklish in the first place. The sensation was so intense that it made you fall into silent, wheezing laughter. Thatâs why he loved this method.
He knew that every time he said something, his breath sent you into hysterics.
âPlease? I just need to tell you something real quick. Itâs really important.â
âI DONâT WANT TO HEAR YOUR SEHEHECREHET,â you shouted as soon as you were able to breathe in.
âNo, no, no, no, youâre gonna like it, I promise!â he lied.
You heard him inhale and you knew what was coming next.
âNONONONONONO DONâT-â he blew a fat raspberry.
You let out one last scream before falling back into silent laughter.
Pete finally decided that youâd had enough. He kissed the sensitive area on your neck, then continued to peck upwards until he reached your cheek as you let out the last of your exhausted giggles.
He let go of your wrists and lifted the blanket, rolling back onto his side and pulling you into his embrace. He let you take the time to catch your breath.
Once your breathing slowed to a normal pace, he spoke.
âI love you so much, you know that?â
Of course you knew that.
âI love you more,â you replied.
Pete kissed you on the lips, letting it linger for a moment. He massaged your scalp as he held you, wishing he could just stay here with you forever. Then, he decided to be cheeky again.
âYou know, Iâve always wanted to do that,â he said, âJust pin your arms down and tickle you.â
It only occurred to you then that he never attempted to hold your arms down before tonight. Heâd sat on top of you, held you close to him so you couldnât get away, and he got to your weak spots before you could cover them, but he never pinned your arms down.
âWhy didnât you do it sooner?â you joked.
He smiled, âBecause I didnât know that you wanted me to. I didnât know you liked it that much,â he answered, âBesides, itâs not like you were putting up that much of a fight anyway. I thought itâd be too mean.â
Peter was many things. A superhero, a little shit, an asshole. But he was also incredibly considerate. You werenât sure what you did to deserve this boy, but you were so happy you had him.
âBut now that I know you do like it that much,â he said, âmaybe next time Iâll web you to the bed and tickle you until it dissolves.â
I quite like that idea.
âOh really?â you challenged him playfully.
âMhmm. Maybe Iâll make a special batch of web fluid just for you.â
âA special batch?â
âYup. Iâll make it last twice as long.â
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A/N: this is my first fic pls let me know if i did good or if i should never write anything ever again đ
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No, I really fell in love with this brush
And yes, I rewatched "Into the Spider-Verse" and got into the âmentor and their unofficial childâ dynamic of these two
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Hi! Noticed your requests were open! :]
May I request either Peter Parker or Loki tickle headcannons! Whichever youâd prefer to do, Iâd love to hear your thoughts on em! đ
Of course! Thank you so much for requesting :)
Peter Parker Headcanons:
Lee:
The type of person to curl into a ball and just giggle
Secretly likes being tickled but would never admit it for the sake of his sanity
I feel like he would try to provoke you to tickle him
Very flustered to teasing
A mixture of a Giggler and Cackler
Peter is a 50/50 when it comes to tickling, he likes being tickled but also likes to tickle people
His âPeter Tingleâ going off when your fingers go near him
Ticklish Spots would probably be his waist, ribs, and neck
Ler:
Peter loves your laugh so he definitely tickles you whenever he feels like
Would get flustered at teasing you but does it anyway because it effects you more
He likes to use wake up tickles or tickle hugs
Gets butterflies at the sound of your laughter
You dare make fun of Star Wars or his Lego or any of his dorky interests he will tickle you
Uses both soft and rough tickles
If you make any funny noises like squeals, squeaks, snorts or anything he will definitely laugh at you
If you get pouty or annoyed after he tickles you heâll give you a mock of sympathy and hug you
#tickle fluff#tickle scenarios#ticklish!reader#tickle headcanon#lee!reader#Ler!Reader#Switch!Reader#Marvel#MCU#Peter Parker#Tom Holland#Spiderman#Lee!Peter#Ler!Peter#Switch!Peter
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The best Christmas ever.
"Reindeer Games!! the lights have to be at least six inches away from each other!" Tony shrieked as he nearly ran into Steve who was carrying in another christmas tree with Bucky.
The sixth christmas tree in the freaking living room!
"Calm down man of iron" Loki grumbled as he pulled the lights further apart with the help of Natasha.
"Do you not know how to hang ornaments"?! Iron man freaked as he turned the small ball a few degrees the other way "go you disgust me"! He yelled at Sam before chasing after him with his small note book.
"Yep he's definitely gone insane" Natasha said with a nod as she and Loki climbed down from the ceiling where the lights hang.
"I have to agree with Lady Natasha" Thor mused while he made sure the lights were secured tightly.
"Who even put him in charge?" Rogers asked as he pushed the christmas tree upright.
"you did Cap" Clint said with a laugh from the vents where he was keeping watch so you wouldn't walk in on them decorating yet.
"...Right"
just then Peter literally fell from the ceiling with a shriek leaving Loki to catch him and put him back on his feet "Y/N is in the elevator to this floor"!!
Since it was a surprise that they were decorating the tower to give you the best Christmas ever, Loki quickly cast a spell to make all the decorations go invisible and they all dived into a hiding spot.
Somehow Sam managed to dive almost on top of Bucky who let out a groan and shoved him off "Damm it Samuel"!
Everyone shushed him and stayed hidden just as the elevator doors opened, you walked out with your headphones on listening to music and walked into the kitchen to grab some left over pizza.
"we need to distract her until we are done" Nat whispered to Loki as they sat crouched behind a couch.
"I'll distract her, you guys finish decorating" He whispered back with a grin, being the God of mischief and lies gave him quite the advantage on knowing your ticklish little secret and he was more then happy to finally use it.
Loki stood up and walked up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder and successfully making you jump in fright.
"Jesus Christ Loki! You scared the living daylights out of me" You said with a hand on your heart as you took off your headphones.
"My apologies, i simply wanted to ask if I could retrieve my book from your room?" He said hiding his grin.
"Yeah of course, I'll show you where it is" you said with a nod and walked off with your plate of pizza after kicking the fridge door shut.
Loki trailed behind you as you both stepped into your room, but before you could utter 'abracadabra' he tackled into your bed and pinned you underneath him.
"Loki what the hell" you said confused which quickly turned into a surprised giggle when he traced your ribs.
"Sorry for the scare darling, it's just that I heard some interesting information about you" He said with a mischief smirk as he continued to trace your ribs and tummy.
"And what would that behihihi?" you giggle nervously.
"Sargeant Barnes told me about your little ticklish secret" Loki mused as he ghost tickled your tummy which sent chills all over since you were incredibly sensitive.
Your eyes widen before bursting out in giggles as you trashed around, he dug into your ribs and softly traced your tummy at the same time, driving you into madness.
"NOT THEREHIHIHIHIHI" you screamed in laughter as you arched your back to escape him which only gave him more access to your sides.
"Then I'll just switch places love" Loki grinned as he scratched lightly over your neck before suddenly blowing a raspberry on your tummy.
"GHAHHAHAHHAHA" you laughed loudly until your laugh turned silent and he let up, pulling you up to lay your head on his chest.
"Shall we watch some movies for the rest of the afternoon love?" He asked as he played with your hair.
You hummed in agreement as you settled against him, curling up content.
And that's how the afternoon went, every time you tried to get up to grab something from the kitchen Loki latched onto your sides and reduced you into a giggly mess to keep you in your room.
When it got dark Steve and Tony walked in, smiling when they saw you two.
"Come on kid, we have a surprise" Tony said as he pulled you to your feet and guided you out of the room with his hands over your eyes, the other two quickly following to make sure you didn't fall.
After an interesting walk downstairs (Tony almost walked you straight into a wall and got his head smacked for it) you arrived in what you believed was the living room.
Tony took his hands from your eyes and you gasped.
The entire room was full with lights of all colours and in every corner stood a christmas tree, which was decorated to perfection with presents underneath it, you looked up and saw even more fairy lights around the ceiling. It was absolutely stunning.
A smile made its way to your lips as happy tears gathered in your eyes, you felt a pair of arms around you and soon you were engulfed by the team.
"You guys did all this?" You asked as you wiped your tears away.
"Of course we did, we wanted to make this your best ever christmas" Nat smiled as she threw her arm around your shoulders.
"Why?"
"Because we wanted to make you feel at home, loved and happy, we knew how much christmas means to you" Clint said as he appeared next to you.
"Well you guys certainly made that happen" you chuckle as you still looked around in wonder.
"Merry Christmas Y/N" Bucky said with a soft smile.
"Merry Christmas, you guys are the best family I could've asked for" You smiled brightly and you were once again engulfed by the team.
It was safe to say that this was the BEST christmas ever!!
#tickle fic#marvel tickle#lee!reader#ticklish!reader#ticklish ribs#bucky barnes#steve rogers#tony stark#natasha romanoff#clint barton#bruce banner#loki god of mischief#thor odinson#sam wilson#christmas fic#merry christmas#peter parker
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The Boo Brothers
AN: Late, I know, but class doesnât get out til 9. This prompt was really fun to write! Peter & Miguel are really goofy & I just love them. How you enjoy day 10!
Peter B. Parker was a class A goofball. He liked playing games and being silly, but most importantly, he liked making people laugh and have some fun. And he was damn good at it.
Halloween always put him in a bit of a spunky mood, and he felt inspired to cause a little mischief. Maybe the chill in the air put a spring in his step, or the fun and spooky atmosphere reminded him of his love of lighthearted pranks. Whatever it was, he felt the need to pull one over on someone. He was walking down the hall when he passed an open door and saw the usual spider-gang hanging out in the wreck room: perfect.
The idea popped up so suddenly and without any preamble, that it nearly startled Peter. But he shoved his hands into his robe pockets and casually strolled in, going along with it as if he'd had this plan all along. He had a natural commitment to any bit tossed his way the likes of which you have never seen.
That is not to say that the others don't know when he's doing a bit. Quite the contrary. It is rather obvious when Peter begins some long winded ruse, but everyone is too interested in where he's going with it to put an end to it.
He flopped his right hand around in his pocket, wiggling fingers, anything he could to make it look like something was caught in there. Pavitr was the first to take notice, doing a double take when he noticed the frantic movement of his pocket and stared with wide eyes.
"Dude, what's going on with your pocket? Did you catch a squirrel or something?" he asked, drawing the rest of their attention to Peter, and now they all wanted to know what the hell he had in his pocket. Peter played along.
"Heh, no. I wish it were that simple," he said in a serious tone. He schooled his features, lunging a trapped hand at Gwen, who happened to be the closest. She squealed and jumped back as Peter reigned in his arm.
"What the hell Peter?" she asked, cheeks faintly flushed. He did his best to act apologetic.
"I'm sorry, but that's why I came to see you," he said, clutching onto his right wrist with his other hand, forcing it to stay inside the pocket. They all stared at him with confused looks.
"I'm sorry, what?" Gwen asked, arms crossed. Peter rolled his eyes, as if annoyed he had to explain himself.
"Um, look, I'll just cut to the chase. Ghosts and demons and stuff are cool now, right? And you guys are all pretty cool kids, so you're keeping with the trends-" he rambled. Miles furrowed his brows in worry and utter cluelessness, looking to Hobie for any indication of what the actual fuck he was talking about. Hobie arched a brow and shrugged, sporting an amusedly confused smirk. "I guess what I'm trying to ask is, do you guys know anything about possession?"
Gwen scoffed. "You think you're possessed?" she asked skeptically.
âAbsolutely! And Iâd appreciate it if you took this seriously,â he said, really hamming it up. âI mean, if you donât believe me, just look!â He âreleasedâ his hand from the robe pocket and it made another grab at Gwen, this time being successful. He latched onto her sides and squeezed, sending her into a fit of giggles.
âYou liahahar!â she squealed, doubling over as Peter scribbled over her tummy.
âNu uh!â Peter insisted, continuing the ticklish assault. âSee, it happened after MJ got me last night. My hands have been restless ever since,â he lamented, working up Gwenâs sides. âIâm afraid Iâm possessed by some kind of tickle monster!â
âYou ahahare not!â she denied. Hobie shrugged, a smirk tugging on his lips.
âDonât know mate, seems legit to me,â he teased. Peter smirked himself and turned on the tallest teen, making him stumble back with a yelp. He managed to wrestle his arms above his head, alternating scribbling in each pit.
âI just canât help who I attack! Sorry Hobie, I really canât help it!â
âShuhut it you bahahastard!â
âHey, Iâm just as much a victim in this as you are!â
Miguel stood in the doorway, dumbfounded, and crossed his arms over his chest. He cleared his throat, grabbing their attention.
âIs there a reason youâre torturing them, or are you just bored?â he asked in a neutral tone, arching a brow.
âPeterâs possessed by a tickle monster!â Pavitr supplied. Miguel couldnât roll his eyes hard enough.
âIs he now?â he asked, seemingly uninterested. âWell I guess Iâll leave you all to it.â He turned to leave and felt a hand around his wrist yank him back. He stumbled a few feet, being caught by Peter from behind.
âSorry bud, but I canât help myself right now,â he said sympathetically as Miguel hissed and thrashed in his hold. He tried to fight back the deep laughter that wanted to spill out when Peter started kneading his hips.
âG-go toho hehehell,â he giggled out through clenched teeth. Peter gasped.
âWell thatâs rude!â Peter exclaimed, one hand roaming down to squeeze his thighs. Miguel burst into loud belly laughs, shoving weakly at Peterâs hands. He made a show of taking a deep breath before blowing a raspberry against Miguelâs neck.
A string of curses gave way to helpless cackles and snorts, especially when Peter started nibbling. âOhohokahay, oho fuhuhuck thahatâs bad! Peter!â Miguel scolded through hysterics, and needless to say everyone in the room was thoroughly amused.
Peter backed off with a smug grin. âYou alright?â Miguel stood there, catching his breath and shot a harsh glare at him. He also shot him the bird. If it was even possible, Peter grinned wider.
âWhat?â Miguel snapped, though it wasnât as harsh as youâd expect.
âI bit you. Youâre possessed now, itâs how it works,â he explained, oh so casually. Miguel scoffed, furrowed his brows, doing anything to try to appear not amused.
âBullshit.â
âNo, itâs true! It had to be how MJ transferred it to me!â he explained frantically.
âYouâre really gonna blame your wife?â Miguel quipped. Pavitr barked out a laugh before covering his mouth with his hand.
âYouâre missing the point. Youâre possessed by the ghost too now,â he said, acting as though it was grave news, but the sparkle in his eyes when he looked at Miguel said otherwise.
âOh so itâs a ghost now?â he asked, not even bothering to hide his amusement anymore. âWell then, itâs a good thing they arenât real.â He walked to the doorway, but only made it about halfway.
Miguel suddenly doubled over in pain, a dramatic and very convincing groan emitting from his throat. They all watched on in concern as he jerked upright, arching his back. He unshed his claws with a dramatic motion of his hands. A deep, low chuckle left his lips as he slowly turned towards the group.
âWell well well, it would seem that Miguel is no longer with us,â he said in a threatening tone. He caught Peterâs gaze and flashed a sharp grin, winking. He addressed the rest of them, âBut he wanted me to tell you: run.â He really didnât have to tell them twice.
They scattered like mice, and Peter easily caught Miles in the rush. He was giggling before he even touched him, but the laughter doubled once he dug into his ribs.
Miguel was able to snatch Pavitr by the collar of his shirt, yanking him back and into his clutches. He clawed at his belly and Pav immediately let out a giggly shriek.
They carried on like this for some time, playing this odd game of chase. Every once in a while, Peter would glance at Miguel and see the way he was smiling and actually laughing along with the rest of them.
Maybe Peter should get âpossessedâ more often.
#tickletober#tickletober 2023#tickletober day 10#peter b parker#miguel o'hara#miles morales#gwen stacy#hobie brown#pavitr prabhakar#spiderman across the spiderverse#spiderman atsv#atsv#atsv fic#atsv tickle fic#ticklish!gwen#ticklish!hobie#ticklish!miguel#ticklish!miles#ticklish!pavitr
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Through thunderstorms and arguments- Call for help!
Summary; Peter finds Thor and Loki training and ends up wanting to see the cool move! Too bad the god of thunder has been hanging out too much with his mischievous little brother and things take a hysterical turn.
A/N; I changed a few things from the original ask which was sent by @inneedofsupervision but I desperately hope it turned out to your liking! (Apologies again for the wait! Still recovering đŠˇđŤ) ENJOY!!! â¨
Warnings; tickles and a lil fancy swearing form Loki!
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It was storming outside, hail clattered against the windows of cars and houses, raindrops fell like someone was dumping buckets of water onto earth and the wind changed the direction of it all every few minutes.
Peter watched in silence as the white pieces fell past the huge windows of the 100th floor of SI. He watched the clouds that sometimes lit up which was followed by crackling thunder.
It was loud, sure. Being so close to the clouds and roof; things always sounded a little louder but the soundproofed walls gave a bit of relief to it all.
The thunder could be unsettling after awhile.. youâd think heâd have gotten used to his sensibilities by now but in truth it wasnât something that he could just ignore.
His mind wandered as he watched the spectacle, Thor and Loki were currently in the tower..
Thinking of Thor and Loki, where were they anyways? His eyes lifted and flew over the rather quiet common room.
Steve and Bucky were watching TV on the couch, Natasha and Tony sat by the table, the billionaire busy with something on his hologram while the super spy was halfheartedly watching the Tv.
âWhere are Loki and Thor?â He asked as his feet took him towards the table. His voice seemed weirdly loud.. It felt almost criminal to disturb the silence.
Natasha looked at him âProbably training while the training room isnât occupiedâ Tony looked up as well âYeah, pretty sure point break and reindeer games are trying to get along a little better.â he stated in a bored tone, probably having heard the two gods bickering earlier today.
If Tony didnât hear them Peter was positive Friday warned him about it.
âAlright Iâll go have a look then.â âyep, donât get between them Pete!â Steve called after him wich earned him a chuckle and a two finger salute âSure thing captnâ!â he called before turning around, putting his hands into his pockets and heading off towards the training room.
He was two corners away from his destination when he already heard bickering. Peter chuckled, how can two gods bicker so much? Theyâve been at it for hours!
âTHOR! Let me down this instant!â âBrother, stop struggling already or we wonât be able to do get help!â
Peterâs curiosity instantly spiked and he jogged the last steps, head poking into the room.
Sure enough he saw Thor holding Loki up, ready to throw while the younger squirmed uselessly.
âYou will not throw me you insolent oaf!â Loki yelled before getting tossed onto the mats, taking out the smaller ones that were standing up mere seconds before.
âI still hate it.â Loki grumbled as he sat up. âI find it rather amusing.â Thor grinned at his brother who sent him a dirty look âno it is not. Itâs humiliating.â
Peter sniggered, earning their immediate attention. âLittle spider!â Thor grinned happily âhey kid.â
âheya! That was an awesome move!â he grinned as he walked in, his grin widened when he saw Loki roll his eyes.
âIndeed! I am glad youâve decided to join us on the matter! Loki doesnât seem to be on the same page as us..â Thor grinned and eyed Loki shortly. Peter nodded animatedly âcan you show me? The whole move I mean?â
âI am not doing that again.â Loki growled at his brother who was already looking at him with expectancy and a playful grin. The boy huffed âaw, why not? Itâs such an awesome move!â he gushed.
Loki squinted at him, seemingly trying to figure out if he was joking or not. Then his eyes caught Thors and he saw his own mischief twinkle right back at him.
Peter was about to ask something else only to gasp when Thor picked him up by sneaking under his arm âLetâs reenact the move together then litte spider!â He grinned.
The boy however could only huff. His feet were slightly off the ground and no matter how far he tried to bend his feet for his toes to reach the ground it just wasnât enough.
With slight shock and bit of embarrassment he came to realise that was hanging there like a slack sack of potatoes.
An awkward slack sack of potatoes.
He was halfheartedly hanging over Thors neck and slightly his shoulder. The gods hand supported him by the ribs and the other held the arm that was draped over him.
Peter huffed at his predicament âcan you lower me slightly? Please?â Loki sniggered at his question and shook his head as he stood up âDonât worry Peter, itâll get betterâ he reassured.
Peter did not feel reassured. The playful gleam in the tricksters eyes and the sly grin did nothing to reassure him- in fact his nerves lit up instantly and he shook his head. âNo Iâm su-HURE!â
The boy was interrupted by his own squeak and jump when the strong hand squeezed the spot by his ribs and he snapped to look at Thor with wide eyes and a betrayed glare. The god however just grinned down at him and winked.
Peter blushed- they were not actually about to team up on him after bickering the whole day through! Right!?
Peter heard the tricksters dark laugh rumble through his chest- if he wouldnât have super hearing heâd only see him holding back his amusement.
âYou have to stay committed little spider!â Thor announced happily as he nudged Peterâs ribs again, this time with a lot more intent as his knuckles rushed past his ribs.
Peter sputtered a laugh and he forced his legs up quickly to try and curl up. Loki grinned and shared an amused glance with Thor. âahAhaha! nOhO! ThoHOhor!â The kid squeaked out between laughs.
Thor laughed with him and let up on the tickling. Peterâs legs lowered but before he could shoot Thor a dirty glare Loki walked closer to them âhonestly Thor, donât torture Starks kidâ he mused and then squeezed Peterâs shoulder. âYou need to call out for help to make it seem authenticâ
Peter squinted at Loki âshouldnât Thor be calling for help? Iâm supposed to play the victim!â He argued. He was not about to call for help! Plus! He told Captain Rogers he wouldnât get between them which basically translates do not get into trouble with them!
Loki clicked his tongue. âDetails, detailsâ he waved Peter off and went behind them.
The boy tried craning his neck as much as he could in his position but Loki positively vanished behind them.
âY-You know what?â Peter blabbed nervously with a small grin âmihister stark said youhu were aharguing today morning-NA-HO!â He squeaked and batted at Lokis hands that were now right by his sides âcome on guys Iâm nohot calling for help!â
Thor hummed âLetâs help him out then why wonât we Loki?â The god in question sniggered darkly âOh we definitely should brotherâ
Peter shook his head but the silly grin on his face only encouraged Thor with his and his brothers shenanigans.
âNohoooo, come oh-HON! NoHOho!â The boy tensed and pulled his legs up again the second Lokis nimble fingers sprung into action, skittering over his sides over the thin shirt that Pete was now dearly regretting to have worn today.
âCome on Peter, just call for help and we can continue with the moveâ Thor tried to encourage, Peter cursed internally at the amusement in the gods voice. How dare he!
âMmhm-noHOho!â He giggled, trying to at least make this hard for the gods by trying to hold his giggles, but alas it was all in vain as Lokis fingers sought out the spot that made him react most.
Peter shook his head and squealed when the trickster dug into his highest rib. âLOHOKIEHEE!â âMy, my, seems Iâve found a sweet spot.â The god chuckled into his ear. âEHEhEYEE! nOHOh YOuhUHu HaHAveHEhenât!â âHmno? Youâre saying thereâs a spot worse than⌠this?â Peter bucked again when the god dug in with a lot more precision then before âNOAHA! IHI DiHIhidnâT SAHAhay ThAHAHat!â
âI donât know young spiderling! Sure sounded like it!â Thor chuckled as he kept the boy off the ground. It was quite a task with all his squirming. Peter shook his head through bursts of laughter. Loki sniggered and let one of his hand slip to Peterâs hip.
The boy kicked out harshly and hit the poor god of thunderâs shin. The god grunted and hissed, kneeling down slightly. Loki halted before falling into mused chuckling.
âohoho god IHiâm sohoho sohohorry!â Peter giggled as the god made his theatrics about his shin and let the kid go. Thor rubbed his shin with a soft groan âyou have quite the kick little spider!â He goaded.
Peter gave a giddy smile and opened his mouth to say something before the god smirked âbut not quite to take down a god yet!â He boasted and jumped the kid.
Peter screeched and grappled with Thor over the mats.
Loki shook his head at their antics. âReally brother? We had him perfectly trapped and great for the move!â He reminded and walked along the mats, watching as Thor gave the giggly kid little chance of winning.
âWe still have to encourage the little spider brother! Iâm sure this will be beneficial!â The god boasted.
Peter giggled wildly and fended off the gods hands as best he could âNOho! iHIhiâm not cAHalling for help!â Thor sniggered with him, the kid had a soft blush on his cheeks and playfulness was written all over his face. âBut you have to! The move wonât be complete otherwise young Stark!â
Peter kicked out when Thor almost managed to pinch his ribs âTHoHO-AAH!â He yelled in surprise when his leg was pulled and his knee was squeezed âLOhOKI!â He scolded playfully, sending the god a glare- but the god simply sent him a sly grin- damn his own traitorous smile!
With the short distraction Thor squeezed his ribs. âNAHAO! ThIHIHis IHIs UnfAHAhair! aHAAhAhahA!â Loki chuckled as he traced the boys knee, sending ticklish shocks through his whole system while Thor was on a journey down to his sides. âHow do you mortals say, Pete? All is fair in love and war?â The trickster mused and swiped a finger up Peterâs sole at which the boy tugged at his leg harshly.
ânAA-HA! LOhOHOki!- ThOHoHOr! THIHiHIs IhIsnt fAhaHair!â Peter exclaimed again, his hands latching onto Thors wrists- yet he barely pulled at them.
âCohome on Young spiderling! You just have to call out for help and thatâs itâ his amusement of the situation grew when Peter shook his head- what a stubborn little mortal..
âAlright.. well then..â
âNAHA! THOHOAHAR! CHEHEAHATEHEHER!â Peter threw his head back, fighting with his instincts to squeeze the godâs hands there which only seemed to make it worse- or try to grapple at them- which resulted in hilarious flailing.
Loki sniggered, but he couldnât let his brother win this, mischief was his thing after all.
His slender fingers wrapped around Peterâs knee and his fingers scribbled along the backs of them.
The reaction was immediate, Peterâs leg slammed down on the mat only to jump back up with a high pitched yelp. âOh? Are you hiding something Peter?â Loki mused and Thor let up on his tickles âwhat have you found brother?â âHe- hehe found nohothing!â Peter protested but the two gods ignored him âSee here..â Loki said which followed by his fingers squeezing and slightly wiggling into the spot. âNAHAO! LOHOKI! WehEHe can TAHAhalk Ahabout thIHIHIhis!â
The gods sniggered at the volume change each time Loki decided to continue his little game. âAw, but we did talk Peter. You call for help and this aaaaall stops.â To let the kid talk he let up slightly The boy pouted at the god, his brown locks more disheveled then heâs ever seen them and slightly red cheeks. Loki sighed âI believe, brother, I should teach you a few things on tickling.â He stated, a sly smirk threatening to pull on his face when Peterâs cheeks flushed a tone deeper.
Thor chuckled âalright, have it your way.â
Peter gaped at him. NO WAY were they just AGREEING!
âW-Wait- Lohoki, come ohon we can fihigure this out- look youhuâre gettihing ahalong too! Mahaybe you can make uhup now??â peter blabbed as Loki moved closer and Thor away.
Loki chuckled darkly âyour futile attempts of distractions are not workingâ peter couldnât help the high pitched anticipatory giggle that slipped him as the god hovered over him.
âEhe- you know- I-HAY!â Peter almost jumped out of his skin as Lokis hand rushed towards him.
âWhat happened Pete?â The boys eyes grew wide- oh. Oh.
He huffed and stared challengingly at the god. Heâs heard of the wrath of the god of mischief. But.. he could handle it, heâs won Mister Starkâs attacks!
His challenging glare didnât last long as the mischief practically dripped from the god. âWhat are you afraid of the tickles?â Loki asked as if it were like any other conversation.
Peter shook his head with a high pitched giggle. âN-no!â âNo? So you shouldnât mind..â Loki stopped above Peterâs stomach- surprised that the boy already flinched away.
Despite himself he moved his hand towards his side and flexed it- Peter, to his delight jumped again and moved closer to the god and away from the hand.
âPeter.â Loki stated and gained the boys attention.
âWhahat?â
âAre you by chanceâŚ. Air ticklish?â
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âuh ohâ muttered Peter in utter disbelief before a steady stream of giggles escaped him. Lokiâs collected expression turned to one of pure delight and mischief âoh boy.. this just got a lot more entertaining.â
Peter squeaked when the younger god made claws. âNOhOho!â The boy whined through his flustered and giggly predicament.
Thor suddenly jumped from next to Loki.
âEHEEE!â
The squeal echoed through the training room much to the gods amused and adoration at the boy- the boy himself- as if finally remembering he was free, turned around and tried crawling away.
He squeaked when a strong hand wrapped around his ankle ânow hold on little spiderling!â Thor chuckled. Peter laughed at the silliness- before he could however think of how to make this harder for the gods, arms wrapped around his torso âNow I gotcha!â Loki growled and flung the boy back as if he weighted nothing.
Peter laughed without either of them even touching him- âare you laughing at us young Stark!?â Thor asked in disbelief and crossed his arms. âNOhOho!â Peter tried to reassure but failed expertly. Loki sniggered âI believe he is dear brother.. better give him something to laugh about huh?â
Thor grinned âI do believe youâre right brotherâ he mused.
Loki sniggered âready to call for help yet Petey?â He muttered into his ear and the boy scrunched up with a barking a laugh âNEhEhEVER!â He declared boldly.
Loki tutted and looked at his brother. âStark said his thighs and knees are ticklish.â
Thor chuckled at the protest of a shriek that came from Peter which though was quickly drowned by hysterical laughter as Lokis fingers went into his pits.
The god of thunder didnât wait long for his own entrance and squeezed the boys thigh which, amusingly enough, with each squeeze they gained a higher squeal out of the boy.
Loki chuckled and shook his head, the boy could lean left or right and roll off, he could even put up a fight with his strength.. and yet..
âAHYEHE! OHOKAY!â Peter barked out and the gods let up.
Loki raised an eyebrow âyouâll call for help?â He mused and waited as the boy caught his breath.
Peter stifled most of his giggles before his hand went to squeeze Lokis own side.
To the boys surprise and glee Loki jumped.
The god sent him a warning glare âpeter Iâd truly advise against thatâ âwhy?â The boy grinned up at the god. âMay I remind you that I am a god?â
Peterâs own mischief twinkled in his eyes âThor will probably help me..â he mused. Loki raised an eyebrow âprobably?â He mused âmy brother is worse than me Buddy.â
Peterâs eyes widened at that âb-but weâll be two!â He smiled timidly. Loki huffed âAre you going to call for help or not?â
The boyâs shoulders jumped as he chuckled through his nose.
Loki grinned âUnbelievable..â he hushed and looked at Thor. âYou know, thereâs a specific technique that got Thor to give in when we were children.â He said and watched as his brothers confusion morphed into surprise and glee.
Peter swallowed nervously and giggled âThihis isnât one ohof your Ahasgardian things right?â Loki laughed âNo, this works all too perfectly on mortalsâ
Peter shivered at the sly grin. His silly grin fought its way right back onto his face ân-now hold on, no need for drastic- MEASURES!â He yelped when Loki suddenly rapidly squeezed and scribbled his side which sent sparks through his whole body. âHEHEY!â He squeaked and leaned away- falling onto the mats, front first, the gods hand on his back. âUh-huh- Loki?â Peter asked and hoisted himself onto his elbows as he slowly understood his position- his face would lay awkwardly on the mats if he tried to shield his armpits. But if he kept his face from squeezing onto the mats theyâd be open wide.
Loki chuckled at the giddy expression on the boys face. âYou gonna call for help?â
Again. Peter shook his head.
It was fair to say that the god was not only surprised at the will to play but also at the stamina of the kid.
âOh youâre asking for it.â He smirked down at the boy.
Peter squeaked in surprise at the demeanour change but didnât get to dwell on it as the hands plummeted into his armpits.
âLOHOKIEHEHEEE!â Peter kicked his legs into the mats to try and relieve the tickle shocks even if only just lightly- Lokis nimble fingers found the sweet spot with practiced ease and vibrated on one armpit while on the other he scribbles.
Peter was probably loosing his lil head in the playful moment but the raging storm outside was positively forgotten.
âNAHAHAY! TOHOHOR!â Peterâs new protest made Loki look back and find Thors bold hands tickle the soles of the poor kid.
Chuckles from the door which ripped Lokis attention away from his attack and his hands slowed down enough for Peter to crank an eye open. âMIHIST- EHEY!â The boy scolded through his laughter and turned to look at Thor.
The billionaire in the doorway laughed âalright you two, let the kid up. I still need him today for lab timeâ Thor chuckled âdo not worry stark! Youâll have young Stark with you in no time.â He mused. Loki rolled his eyes and sniggered âyou good kid?â
Peter laughed but nodded and pushed Loki playfully âahabout the move; IHiâm soho on your side- but I aham also so gehetting you back somedayâ
Loki raised a challenging eyebrow and then slowly, his âclawsâ.
Peter squeaked and rolled away ânohot today!â He laughed and got to his feet, hands in front of his body to protect himself.
The men laughed in choir.
âLoki we should continue training.â Thor stated, full of new enthusiasm. Loki glared at him âwe are not doing get helpâ Thor grinned at him âwe should.â Loki frowned âPeterââ
âNOPE! YOU GOT THIS!â Peter yelled with a laugh as he rushed out of the room.
The two gods laughed heartedly at the boys exit with Stark and got up. Maybe they could get along for awhile every now and again.
Meanwhile letâs hope Steve will be just as merciful as mister Stark was on Peter.
âDonât get in trouble with them, huh?â His mentor asked with his smirk obvious in his voice.
Peter rolled his eyes with an obvious smile and flushed cheeks, his hand going through his disheveled hair.
Never mind..
#berry talks#Lee!peter#lee!peter parker#ticklish!peter parker#lee!spiderman#ler!Loki#ler!Thor#tickle fic#marvel tickles#I should sleep đĽš#just finished editing it and didnât wanna wait any longer#I feel like it didnât end up being as expressive as I wanted#but itâs way too late for me aaaand things are in the eye of the beholder right?#HOPE YOU ENJOYED ANYWAYS!! đ
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