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emeriethevalkyriegirl · 8 months

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Don't leave yet

A/N: This came to my mind from watching a cat video. A CAT VIDEO! Those things are the best. I'll send the link in here later. Anyway enjoy!

Summary: Peter 1 and Steven are having the best time at the Knight House (get it? cause he's Moonknight? I'll stop). However, when it's time to go, Peter 1 doesn't wanna leave yet so Peter 3, Jake, and Marc have to tire the two boys out. Also for context (and cause I'm a sucker for children), in this AU, Peter 1 and Steven are around the age of 9. Hope you still like it.

"Okay, ready!"

"Ready!"

"Rock, paper, scissors, SHOOT!" Peter 1 and Steven exclaimed as one of them pulled out a pair of scissors while the other pulled out a rock. After the two of them met in kindergarten, Steven and Peter 1 had become fast friends. The two of them bonded over the fact of being the youngest in the family with two older brothers. Steven talked about Jake and Marc while Peter 1 talked about Peter 2 and 3. The two of them also shared a love for history and monopoly. And they both hated not being included in everything. It was a perfect match.

So when it came to the opportunity that Peter 2 would be running late to pick him up from school, Peter 1 automatically suggested going to Steven's house. The 4 brothers knew each other and had a close relationship so it was okay. Steven and Peter 1 sang the Inspector Gadget theme song all the way to the house (even though they didn't know the words).

Now, it was almost 8 o'clock and Peter 1 and Steven should've been in bed by now. But because he had a friend over, he could stay up a little later than originally planned. "Aw man!" Steven said as Peter 1 cheered, winning another round of rock paper scissors. "Wanna play again?"

"Yeah. I wanna beat you!"

"Peter! Your brother's here!" Marc called from downstairs. Peter 1's face fell. His brother was here to pick him up. He couldn't wait to see him, but he also didn't wanna leave Steven. Shaking his head, Peter 1 hopped onto his best friend's bed and pulled the covers over him. "What's wrong, Uno?" Steven asked using his best friend's nickname. Peter 1 poked his head out and put his finger on his lips. "Be quiet Steven. If my brother finds me, he'll take me home."

"What? I don't want you to go." Steven cried with worry. "Peter!" Jake called this time as Steven scrambled under the covers next to Peter 1. "Shhh, if we stay quiet, they won't find us."

"Uno! Your favorite brother Tres is here!" Now it was Peter 3 followed by three pairs of footsteps going upstairs. Peter 1 and Steven covered their mouths to keep from making a sound.

The two boys heard the bedroom door open. "Come on lil' bro, we all know you're in here." Marc said as a matter of fact. Marc took notice of the two lumps on his little brother's bed. It took everything in the Moon Knight's power to keep from laughing. "Hey Peter 3, I don't think your brother's in here." Marc looked at his brother and Peter 3 with a smirk, letting them know that the boys were 'hiding'. Sensing the hint, the others wore the exact same smirk Marc had and played along.

As quietly as a mouse, Peter 3 tip-toed into the room. "Oh I think you're right. I can't find them anywhere." Peter 3 replied. The Moon Knights and the Spider-Man heard a pair of giggles from under the covers.

"Guess we'll just have to revisa la sala de estar." Jake agreed following pursuit of Peter 3. Jake made his way to one side of the bed while Peter 3 made it to the other. Marc stayed and closed the door, the room now filled with silence. A moment passed before the covers began to shuffle.

"Are they gone?" Peter 1 whispered to Steven. Steven listened from under the covers but heard nothing. "I think so." Steven slowly lifted the covers to reveal himself and Peter 1.

Big mistake.

"GOTCHA!" Peter 1 squealed as Peter 3 grabbed his brother and lifted him off the bed. Peter 3 held him in his arms and scribbled his fingers all over the 9 year old's sides. "I gotcha little bro. You can't hide from me." Peter 3 teased, blowing a short raspberry in the boy's belly. Poor Uno tried to get out of his brother's grasp but the tickles were too much. All he could do was take it.

"Uno!" Steven called out as he went to help his friend, but Jake grabbed him before he could take a step. "And where do you think you're going, hermano?" Jake said before he drilled his fingers in his brother's belly. "Jahahahake lemme ehehehehehe gohohohohoho!" Jake didn't replied and lowered his hand a bit. "I got your belly. Tengo tu barriga!" The teasing only made Steven laugh more.

Deciding to join in on the fun, Marc moved away from the door and got to work on his brother's bare feet. "Hey, guess who's got your feet? Guess who's got your feet?" Steven didn't bother to reply as his eldest brother rubbed his two thumbs on the soles of his feet.

With Uno, Tres was busy blowing raspberries on his little tummy. "TREHEHEHEHEHES STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIT!"

"Om nom nom nom nom. Mmmm this is a tasty strawberry." Tres moved from his brother's tummy to his neck. "Let's see how many fruits you're hiding up here." With his chin full of hair from the beard he was going out, Peter 3 rubbed his face in Uno's neck. "Where are the fruits? Where are you hiding them?"

"NOWHEREHEHEHEHEHE!"

"Liar! I will find them." Tres declared as he nibbled his brother's neck while his fingers scribbled the boy's knees.

With the Knight brothers, Jake slowed down his tickles a bit so Steven can breathe. Marc traveled up from his feet to his knees. "Hey hey, guess what?"

"WHAHAHAT?"

"I got your knees. I got your knees." Marc squeezed Steven's knees so gently, he was surprised when his brother screamed like a little girl. Jake smiled at the two of them, making sure that Steven didn't fall out of his grip. "Look at you. Eres tan lindo hermanito." Placing a kiss on his brother's forehead, Jake gave Steven one last raspberry on his neck. "Come on Marc, he's had enough." Jake said as Marc gave him a sad look and let go of Steven's knees. "But I wanted his knees." Marc whined playfully making wiggly finger at his brother. Steven squealed and hid in Jake's chest, making his brothers laugh.

With the Spider bros, Tres was just finishing up Uno's armpits and whispering nonsense in his neck. "TREHEHEHEHEHEHES!" Uno pleaded as Tres finally relented. Tres tossed his brother in the air and caught him. "Ready to go home?" Tres asked while his brother got all of the tingles out of his system.

Uno looked at Steven. "But, me and Steven-"

"Will see each other tomorrow at school. Now, we gotta get home before we both get in trouble with Dos." Tres replied referring to their older brother. Uno still looked sad but was happy to know that he'll see Steven at school tomorrow.

Jake and Peter 3 put their brothers down as they watch them give each other a hug. The brothers tried and failed not to melt at the sight. "Bye Steven."

"Adios Uno." Steven replied as he watched his friend and his brother leave.

Once they were gone, Steven sniffed a bit. "Hey what's wrong buddy?" Marc asked, scooping up the youngest in his arms. Rubbing his eyes, Steven shook his head. "Nothing."

"You're lying. You know what big brothers do to little brothers who lie?" Marc smirked as Steven looked at him with confusion. "Tell him Jake." Marc said as Jake trotted over to his two brothers. Jake wiggled his fingers at the boy. "We cosquillas them!" With that, another tickle game had be brought to light.

Here’s the video (short) that inspired me

#Moonknight #Spider-man #lee Peter 1 #lee Steven #ler Peter 3 #ler Jake #ler Marc #tickles #tickling #cosquillas #teasing #baby talk

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i-always-wanted-brothers · 2 years

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Hi 👋 Prompt idea?

"I won't be taken down by something as childish as tickling."

With Peter 1 being a teenager and thinking he's too old for tickles so his older brothers decide to show him you're never too old for tickles. And at one point whenever Peter 1 is getting tickled, he grabs his brother's hands with the idea of how are you supposed to tickle me without your hands, and then the older brother starts giving him raspberries instead :)

(I hope that's okay ❤️ your works are awesome :))

Thank you so much! You're so sweet, and I love this idea! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy it. I got super flustered while I was writing it lol

"I won't be taken down by something as childish as tickling," Peter 1 declared confidently, propping his head up with his arm trying to act nonchalant.

The three Spidermen had just finished dinner, during which the older two had decided to tease him about how Otto had just found out he was ticklish the a few days before. Peter 2 and Peter 3 looked at him in disbelief and smirked at each other across the table.

"You sure about that? Because last time-"

"uh LAST TIME," Peter 1 interjected, eyes widening as he tried to defend himself, "I was just playing along. It wouldn't actually work."

Peter 3 just laughed at him and stood up to start clearing the dishes from their dinner. Peter 2 however stayed and raised an eyebrow at Peter 1.

"You'd better run."

"I don't need to run because its not gonna work." Peter 1 crossed his arms in defiance and tried not to break eye contact with Peter 2. Unfortunately for him that meant he didn't notice Peter 3 sneaking up behind him before it was too late.

Suddenly, arms wrapped firmly around One's shoulders and someone's head leaned down next to his ear, "You sure about that buddy?" came Peter Three's smug voice.

Peter 1 screamed and tried to thrash away as Peter 3 started drilling into his upper ribs. Peter 2 laughed at him from across the table and moved over to gently squeeze at his knees.

"Not so grown up now huh?" Peter 2 teased, switching between squeezing just above his kneecaps and scribbling on the undersides of his knees.

"ShUHUHUHT UHUHP!"

Peter 3 hummed, "Mmm no, I don't think we will."

Peter 1 fell into frantic laughter as Peter 2 started squeezing up and down his thighs, the sensations making him go crazy. His eyes shut and his face scrunched up as he giggled his head off, causing his brothers to coo at him.

"Such a cute little baby bro! That's gotta tickle so bad, huh?"

"Aww you're just too ticklish aren't you?"

"NOho IM NOHAT SHUHUHUHUHSH"

Peter 1 was quickly turning bright red. He started trying to slip down off of the chair and out of Peter Three's grasp but his brothers just followed him to the floor. Peter 1 almost escaped but was pulled back by Peter 2 before he could get far enough.

"Oh no you don't! We aren't finished here young man!"

Peter 3 maneuvered the youngest so he was laying half on his lap but Peter 1 was still struggling to get away through his giggles.

"Pete, we aren't even tickling you right now!" Peter 2 chuckled, hovering his hands over Peter One's sides and wiggling his fingers to Peter One's dismay.

"Stohohop dohohing that!"

"Why buddy?" Peter 3 leaned down and planted a tickly kiss against Peter One's neck before whispering in his ear, "Does it tickle?"

Peter 1 squeaked and giggled as Peter 2 started gently kneading his sides. In a sudden burst of strength, Peter 1 managed to get his arms out of Three's grasp and grabbed onto Peter Two's hands, pushing them away from his ticklish sides.

"Now youhoho cahan't get me!" Peter 1 laughed triumphantly at his oldest brother, leaning his face as close as he could get to the other with Peter 3 now holding him snug around the waist. Peter 2 leaned forward so that their foreheads were touching and smirked.

"You sure about that, baby bro?"

I'm not a babEHEHEHEH PETET2PETER2NAHHAHAH"

Without warning, Peter 2 had started nuzzling at Peter One's tummy, throwing in a few raspberries here and there and making noming noises as he pretended to eat his stomach. Peter 1 was still holding onto his hands and laughing his head off now, trying to peddle his legs against the floor or squirm away but getting nowhere.

"Woahoh, little man is trying real hard now, you sure you're not ticklish buddy?" Peter 3 teased, having to struggle a little bit to keep the littlest in place.

"Something wrong, One?" Peter 2 asked, looking up for a second to give him a breather.

"N-Nohoho everything's fihihine, I told youho I'm not ticklish."

Peter 1 tried to sound defiant but he couldn't keep the giggles out of his voice. The other two made eye contact with each other over his head and Peter 2 got his hands free, placing them on his sides again, leaning down towards his stomach and smirking.

Peter 1 knew he was in trouble but made the decision to try and keep up bold act. He steeled his glare as best he could.

"Do you worst."

Peter 3 seemed to choke behind him and Peter 2 raised an eyebrow, gaping slightly in surprise.

"Yeah uh huh okay, its your funeral," Peter 2 smiled innocently, "Hey Three, you mind helping me?"

"It'd be my honor, dear brother of mine!"

Peter 1 gulped. Suddenly Peter 2 landed a huge raspberry on his stomach while Peter 3 started drilling into his ribs. Peter 1 screamed, his frantic laughter bouncing off the walls and lighting up the room. He could feel his resolve breaking as Peter 2 started scribbling at his sides and lower ribs but he still didn't want to give in.

"Just admit that it tickles and we'll stop!" Peter 2 sang, trying not to laugh as he could tell Peter 1 was close to giving up.

What ended up doing him in was when Peter 3 started blowing quick, tickly raspberries all over his neck. His laughter fell silent for a moment before he gathered himself together enough to finally admit what his brothers had been trying to get him to say.

"OKAHAHAHAY IT TICKLES IT TICKLESITTICKLES PLEAEHEHASE!"

Right away the other two stopped their torment and cheered, giving each other a highfive.

"Now was that so hard, buddy?"

Peter 1 lay in Peter Three's lap with his eyes closed, left over giggles still spilling out.

"You twoho are the wohohorst."

Peter 3 snickered and started gently running his fingers through One's hair, causing him to let out a happy sigh. Peter 2 smiled at his little brothers, laying down on his side next to Peter 1 and throwing an arm over his stomach.

"Hate to break it to you bud, but you'll never be too old for tickles."

"And don't you ever forget it!" Peter 3 booped One's nose gently and cooed as Peter 1 groaned and scrunched his face up at them both in fake annoyance.

Smiling, Peter 2 drew his baby brother closer to him and held out his other hand for Peter 3, pulling him to lie down on the floor. He happily snuggled up to them, still playing with One's hair and now rubbing gently at Two's knuckles.

After a few minutes of floor cuddles, Peter 2 spoke up quietly.

"You doing okay, One?"

He lifted his head up when he didn't get an answer only to find Peter 1 fast asleep in between them. Peter 2 brushed back his hair and kissed his forehead before lying back down and shutting his own eyes. For awhile, the only sounds were their gentle, steady breathing before Peter 3 broke the silence again.

"Hey, you know someone still has to do the dishes?"

Two reached across and playfully smacked at his arm.

"Shut up Three."

#spiderman tickle #lee peter 1 #ler peter 3 #ler peter 2 #peter parker #peter parker tickle #spider bros #marvel tickle #my writing #i hope you guys like this!#its a lot longer than i thought it would be #sorry for the wait!

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warrenwrites · 1 year

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Prototype

Prototype Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You mess with a web-shooter and Peter thinks it’s hillarious A/N: Can be read as platonic or romantic Word Count: 1.1K

In all the years you knew Peter, you’d always found him impressive, even before you found out about Spiderman. Although you refused to ever say that to his face. Even if you took away all the powers, acrobatics and super senses, he was still a genius and you had to applaud him for all his inventions.

When he was a young teen, he coded an electric lock command and hooked it up to his door so he could lock his door from his computer. That alone was fascinating, but now he has all his super suits and biochemically engineered webs with the tactile strength to hold up a car.

What particularly intrigued you was his web-shooters, which was why you were currently fiddling with whichever one he had laying around his room while you waited for him. You’d agreed to meet back at his place for a movie night after finishing your day but Peter texted to tell you he was running late after deciding to get pizza on the way home. So, to occupy yourself, you picked up the new Spider-Device that you’d only seen on paper until now. It was shorter and thinner in comparison to his current one, way more compact and discreet.

It felt weirdly out of balance like the cartridge was weighing it down and when you flipped it over for further inspection, it busted open.

The aggravated motion must have tossed the formula loose because the web cartridge popped off like a water balloon slipping from the tap and completely coated your hands. The detonation kept your hands clasped together with the mechanism wrapped tightly in your hands.

You screamed out in surprise and pulled your face away from the mess. ‘Shit. Goddamn it!’ Peter wasn’t going to be mad but he was going to be a major pain in your ass if he saw this. Knowing him, there was a good chance he’d sit down and start eating the pizza just to torment you, leaving you in your misery. ‘No chance,’ you thought, you were starving.

Struggling, you tried to pry you fingers open to drop the device. When that didn’t work you began to get frustrated and started aggressively shaking your hands, bouncing up and down as you cursed out the webs.

That’s when you heard the door open and saw Peter walk in, pizza in hand. “What’s with the ruckus?” He asked softly, trailing off when he saw the scene in front of him.

You didn’t reply, instead you glared at him and a moment passed as amusement inched its way onto Peter’s face.

Smirking, he moved past you and set the pizza down onto his bed where he started setting everything up as if you weren’t currently webbed up, staring at the floor in shame and anticipation.

He cleared his throat, “maybe this will teach you to not play with my toys?”

‘That smug son of a-’ You sighed, narrowed your eyes and threatened, “I’ll teach you somethin’ when I get out of this and put you on your ass.”

He turned to face you, eyebrows high in disbelief as his smirked got darker. He then dropped his face back to neutral and nodded as he walked over to meet you in the middle of the room. “Oh, okay. And when you ‘get out’-” he mocked, bringing his hands up to taze your sides, “-all on your own, please, please, do just that.”

“No! Peter-ugh-please,” you practically fell back into his chest as he tugged you closer by your sides. You pulled your hands as close to you as you could but it didn’t ‘fend him off from digging his hands into your sides. “I sweheheheahahahar, Ihihihi’m gohohing to kihihihihill yohohohou. Peter!”

“Hey, this is a good life lesson to not touch hazardous prototypes,” he laughed, wrapping an arm around you to trap you to his chest and tickle both hands into your side. “I mean, come on, did you honestly not expect me to do this?”

He cruely had no interest in moving around to swap spots and continued the maddening attack on your side and it was driving you up the walls. “Fohohor GOD sahahahake! Mohohohove yohohohour hahahahands!” You begged, doing everything in your power to fold yourself in half to protect your sides before giving up and jumping on the spot to shake him off.

He laughed at your thrashing, “listen, if supervillains can’t get out of this, I think you’re stuck.” Finally, he moved a hand to spider into lower back causing you to shriek and jolt forward for a moment before yanking you back into his chest when he kissed you lightly on your head.

He eased up slightly, hugging you and fluttering his fingers into your ribs. You giggled out the stupidest thing you could have said at that point. “Sohohome suhuhuper vihihillain ihihif you cahan take them dohohown.”

“Hey! What’s with the attitude?” He shrilled, “I brought you pizza!”

“Yohohou’re right,” you agree. “You dihid ahand I would lihike to eat it!”

You felt his chest rumble as he laughed, slowly letting you go before resting a comforting hand on your back. “Alright, I can practically hear your stomach growling,” he poked you once again. “Even over your screaming.”

“I wa’n’t screaming,” you mumbled, pouting a little through your smile. Peter grabbed your shoulders and scooted you to the side so he could make his way to his desk, digging his hands into your armpits for good measure. “Okay!”

This time you nearly fell to your knees, jumping out of his way so he could reach the desk. Once he grabbed the dissolvent from his drawer, he made a ‘c’mere’ motion with his hand. Without taking a step, you stretched your arms out in front of you and scrunched your nose up at the way he silently laughed at you.

Once your hands were free you vigorously shook them out in front of you and sheepishly uttered, “I’m sorry for wasting your web fluid.”

“Believe me,” he smiled, “it wasn’t a waste.” He poked your side once more whilst moving around you and this time you slapped his hand away.

“Hey! I can fight back now,” you pointed out, crawling onto the bed and getting comfortable in front of the pizza.

“Oh, I’d love to see that,” he taunted, collecting his laptop from the desk. “Here, you can pick the movie and we’ll call it even,” he remarked, setting it down in front of you.

“Oh no, not even a little bit,” you threatened, yanking the laptop onto your lap. “Get ready for a three-hour compilation of Spiderman’s Greatest Fails.”

Peter groaned out a strained laugh and let his head fall back into the headboard. “But-”

“Nope.”

“But I bought pizza,” he whined, tossing an arm over your shoulder.

“Cry about it, Spider-jerk.”

#ticklish!peter #ler!peter parker #peter 3 x reader #tasm!peter fluff #tasm!peter parker x reader #ticklish!reader #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #tasm x reader

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mushyblushyredhead · 9 months

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Cure For a Bad Day—MCU

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

Word Count: 5,000

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

Lee! Peter

Ler! Tony

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

Somehow he was able to do both.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright if I come in?”

“Yeah. Go ahead.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, will do.”

And with that, she shut the door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is it, Ned?”

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

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

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

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

“Are you su—“

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

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

“Trouble printing it out?” The teacher asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter scoffed. “Just barely.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Peter?”

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

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

Peter shrugged. “Bored.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know,” he answered quietly.”

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

Peter looked up.” Maybe?”

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

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

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

“Alright.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Too late. FRIDAY, a little help?”

“Yep. On it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wrong answer.”

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

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

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

“NOOOHOHOHO!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And that’s just what he did.

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

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

“Did you just snort, kid?!”

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

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

#sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle fluff #spiderman tickle #spiderman #marvel tickle #marvel #peter parker #tony stark #lee!peter #ler!tony #this was so much fun #eeeee <3 #mushy writes stuff

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squiggly-mctwig · 2 years

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Got some requests for Peter 1 getting wr e ck ed by his bros, so I've come to deliver!

#squigg drawings #sfw tickle community #sfw tickles #lee!peter parker #lee!peter 1 #ler!peter 2 #ler!peter 3 #nwh tickles #i really enjoyed drawing this #and im actually kinda proud of this one :.)#thank you for the request!#also pizza socks #ticklish!peter 1

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Tickletober Day 12: Surprise

fandom: marvel

word count: 960

pairing: peter 3 x reader (established relationship)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” He hissed through a whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine.”

“Just fine?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

“SORRYHY! I’M SOHORRY! NO MOHORE!”

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

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

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sugars-fluffy-escapes · 2 years

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“you can hide, but you can’t run.” w/ ler peter <3

"You can hide, but you can't run~"

It took mere seconds for your hand to fly up and cover your mouth in response to the echo of Peter's voice from the hallway. You were well aware you couldn't outrun him. Stupid spider powers... Hiding was simply a last resort, as his heightened senses would easily find you if you made so much as a single sound-

A shirt in the closet just had to fall in that moment, which startled you and brought forth a gasp from your throat. Shit... You let out a loud shriek when Peter swung open the closet door, grinning at you as he dangled upside down from the ceiling, lifting his hands and teasingly wiggling his fingers in a manner akin to a spider's legs.

"Found you~"

With a spring in your step, you dove forward, in hopes you could evade Peter's hands by sinking low enough to be under them, and run from the room before he had a chance to jump down from the ceiling. Peter Parker was not to be outsmarted, unfortunately for you. Or, perhaps it wasn't so unfortunate an outcome.

Fwip!

A string of giggly curses left your lips, the all too familiar webbing leaving your hands stuck on the floor in front of you. "Peheheter... PeheHEHETER! Youhouhou cheheheheated!"

The man had jumped down from the ceiling and sat himself cross-legged on the floor right beside you. "You're giggling and I haven't even started tickling you yet. And what do you mean I cheated!?"

"Youhou and your stuhuhupid spiHIHIDEY SEHEHENSES! OHOHOH MYHY GAHAHAAD!" In the midst of your rant about Peter's super-powered advantages, you'd turned your head to look at him, only for ten wiggling digits to start gently digging into the spot where your sides met your back.

As you buried your face in your arms, legs kicking giddily, Peter grinned and began laughing along with you. "It's nohohot my fault that you can't stay quiet during a game of chase~!"

Even if he wasn't just teasing you, it was apparent that Peter's rules for games were a lot different than yours.

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SHAHSHEHSJDHDBEH 😖 This prompt is so good- DUDE- YOU GENIUS AGDHSHDHD /p

Ler!Peter is such a sassy jerk 💕 /lh

Also, I hope y'all enjoy the addition of gifs to these drabbles 👉🏾👈🏾 ahshshdhd- I figure they help with immersion /p /gen

~ Ushu ❤️

#sugar-answers #tickle drabble #sfw tickle blog #sfw tickling community #ler!peter 3 #ler!peter parker #lee!reader #ticklish!reader

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The animation is incredible, the movie has so much story and heart, and there’s a perfect balance between humor and seriousness. And the soundtrack slaps

This is probably the best animated film I've ever seen. The animation is definitely the highlight, the way they blend comic book art styles and 3D animation is an absolute joy to look at and is so overwhelmingly creative, every frame of this movie is gorgeous. The impact this had on the industry is undeniable, as we start to see more and more movies getting more creative with their animation styles. It's not just the animation though. All of the characters are entertaining, all of the jokes land and the story is really well done. It leaves me blown away every time I watch it.

This movie kind of changed the western animation industry from the ground up. Apart from being expertly written, funny, and heartfelt, it is also stellarly animated, with a unique visual style that takes direct inspiration from the comic books it adapts and mixes 2d- and 3d-animation in a way and to a degree that hadn't really been seen before in western mainstream. Its critical and monetary success paved the way for mainstream 3d animation to open up to new and excitingly stylised movies that were like a breath of fresh air between the generic Pixar-style animation that had been the largely unchanged norm in the industry since Toy Story circa twenty years earlier**. ITSV divides the screen like panels on a comic page, it uses dots and lines for shading and gradients, doesn't shy away from lowering framerates for stylisation, and makes liberal use of onomatopoeia, both to comedic and dramatic impact. Impact frames and SFX are often hand-drawn and stunningly colourful, and even the simple dialogue scenes astonish with an expressiveness and realism in their depiction of emotions that makes me rewatch a two-second scene of Miles laughing fifteen times in a row. My favourite scene has to be the What's Up Danger scene, the emotional climax of the movie. Set to an absolute banger of a song, it is the moment the entire film has been building up to. I won't spoil anything plot-wise in case you somehow haven't seen this movie, but both from an emotional and a visual standpoint it is Fucking Dope. Conclusion: Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse is my favourite movie of all time and I could talk about it for hours. If you haven't seen it, go watch it. Thank you.

Have you SEEN the Whats Up Danger/rising and falling scene? it's a work of art that makes me fall in love with storytelling all over again whenever I see it. Also the impact that it's had on animated film is absolutely being felt at current, if incrementally. Incredible film.

It has an amazing art style based on comics and mixed up due to genre differences. It's really fun and the characters are great, even the side ones. The story line is great and I love Miles and his family.

*Mod note: errr, quite a lot more than memes and music actually

**Mod note: amen

#The Lorax #Spider-Man Into the Spider-Verse #best animated movie #round 2 #tournament poll #tumblr's favorite

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jettorii · 1 year

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“What’s so funny?”

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

why not both >:]??

#spiderman tickle #lee!peter1 #ler!peter2 #ler!peter3 #tickle art #tickle fanart #tickle comic #jettdoodles #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THISS I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DRAW FOR THEM #they are always on my mind i love them #the sillies

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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 3 months

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Does Somebody Need A Hug?

Summary: Two gets a taste of his own tickle hug game.

(Don't know if anyone will get the title reference ❤️:) But I'm hoping you guys enjoy! ❤️:))

"Come on Two. It's just a huuug."

The eldest held out a hand as he continued backing away. "No ihits nohot!"

One grinned. "But yohou ahalwahays love giving mehe huhugs."

"Whihich ihis why you neheed to stahay ohover there!"

As One continued following the eldest around the room, Three poked his head out of one of the downstairs rooms. "What are you two up to?"

"Three! Two wohon't gihive me a huhug."

Two could feel the grin growing across Three's face. "Shut ihit yohou!"

"I wasn't saying anythihing."

The eldest used his other hand to point at his middle brother. "Yohou're thinking ihit!"

"Oh come on Dohos. Lohook ahat his little faaace. He's going to be soho sad if you don't give him a huuug."

As if on cue, One poked out his bottom lip and gave his best puppy dog eyes. "Please?"

Two felt his resolve crumble. He had a weak spot for those eyes.

And it wasn't helping that his annoying middle brother was grinning behind the youngest while also motioning to him.

"Fine." Two opened up his arms. "Get over here."

Immediately, One glued himself to the eldest. A small smile pulled up the corners of Two's mouth as he wrapped his arms around Peter One. He really needed a hug today.

"Aww." Three cooed followed by a click. "Aren't you two the most adorable thing ever?"

In true mature form, Two stuck his tongue out at the middle Peter and his phone. However, in true Peter Parker hug form, spidering fingers began to make their way up his back.

"No!" Two reached behind him in an effort to grab those hands. "Dohont yohou dahare!"

One giggled. "What's wrohong big brohother ohof mihine?"

Curse Spiderman's spider strength! Two thought as he squirmed. Of course, one good squeeze to the little stinker's side would have him free in no time.

"Your muscles ahare really tehense Two." One massaged a spot under Two's shoulder blade. "Mahaybehe yohou need aha massage."

The eldest shrieked. "NOHO!"

"Good job helping him destress Uhuno!" Three encouraged followed by another click. "Look how much he loves you!"

"SHUU---SHUUUHUHU---!"

"Hehe's speheeclehess," One teased.

Two buried his beet red face in One's shoulder as he felt those fingers creep further and further up.

"Aww, hehes hidihing."

A loud squeak slipped out and Two's shoulders turtled up to his ears. "JERK!"

"What was thahat?" One gently squeezed on the back of Two's neck. "Cohouldn't hehear you throhough my shouldeher."

The eldest snorted.

Another click came from Three. If Two wasn't positively melting he would have sent his other younger brother a glare. He wasn't embarrassed by the photos. He had a bunch of his own from tickle fights and other cute moments in the past.

It just made him so flustered!

Then One's fingers came in contact with his ears and he was a complete snorting puddle of hand flapping goo in his baby brother's arms.

"Ahaww." The little stinker used one hand to pinch his exposed cheek. "Sohomeohone's enjoyihing theheir ticklehels."

A snicker followed by another click came next.

If Two wasn't preoccupied, the middle brother would have a web to the face.

"Hey Twoooo!" One shifted closer.

"WHAHAT!"

The youngest began to whisper nonsense into his ear.

With a squeal, Two's knees buckled. He would have fallen to the ground if his bugger of a little brother wasn't holding him upright.

Then a third hand ruffled his hair. "Isn't he just thehe cutest?"

"Ahabsoloutelyhy adohorahable Threhee."

By now, the eldest's entire face was a solid mass of red and his hands were stimming like crazy. It was rare for the younger two to fluster him since he would normally retort back. He would have them red before they have a blush forming on his cheeks. Being an older brother had it perks.

Now here he was blushing into One's shoulder just like the younger two normally were into his.

With a truly devious smirk, the youngest then quickly blew a raspberry into Two's neck.

"NAAAAHAHA!" The eldest snorted. "OHONE!"

A stream of bubbly giggles followed. "Nohot ahas good ahas yohours thohough."

Only Peter 1 would find a way to compliment the oldest Peter while also tickling him to death.

While Two recovered from the attack, Three chuckled again. "Ihi thihink he needs aha break Unoho."

"Yehes! Plehease!"

The youngest helped him back onto his feet. "Okahay ohokay."

Two started rocking as he calmed. He also fake pouted at the youngest. "Yohoure soho mehehean."

"But we never gehet toho hear you lahaugh!" One twirled a curl around his finger. "Pluhus, you kinda looked lihike you needed a cuddly ticklehel."

Even though his flushed face had faded a bit, it immediately reflamed at One's observation. However, he couldn't wipe off the blush off his cheeks and the smile forming on his lips.

"He can be flustehered," Three teased while snapping another picture.

Two growled. "That's it!"

A moment later, both Peter 3 and Peter 1 were down on the floor.

"C'mere yohou twoho!" The eldest pinned them both side by side before digging into random tickle spots. "Now ihit's your turns! Ahand Ihim planning on taking myhy sweet time wihith you two adorable little brohos. Yes Ihi will! Yehes I will!"

Both flaming faces reminded him once again that there were perks to being the oldest brother. Even if he was the ticklee sometimes.

#lee peter 2 #ler peter 1 #ler peter 3 #ticklefic

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emeriethevalkyriegirl · 2 years

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Spidey Piggies-prt. 1

Lees: Peter 1 and Grayson Parker

Lers: Peter 2 and 3

@parker-fluff

“Quick in here!” Peter 1 called out as he pulled Grayson into the nearest closet. The 2 of them decided that it would be a good idea to prank Peter 2. It was the Oreo prank. Peter 2 practically shoved the entire Oreo in his mouth. When he realized he swallowed tooth paste, he used the water to wash out his mouth. Grayson and Peter 1 were on the floor, gasping for air after laughing soo hard. However, it didn’t stop Peter 2 from finding the culprits. Peter 3 got into the picture because he heard the words ‘brothers’ and ‘tickle’. And that’s where they are now.

Grayson huffed as he and Peter 1 pressed against each other to avoid their brothers. “I told you pranking him was a bad idea.”

“So what? You liked it too.” Peter 1 protested as they heard a door opening. Their spidey sense indicated that it was Peter 2. “Hey Spidey Piggies. Come out come out wherever you are.” Grayson gulped and whispered. “Spidey Piggies?” he blushed as Peter 1 blushed just as bad. “I don’t know. They think because I snort I’m a pig.”

“Well do you?”

“Well...I mean yeah, but-”

“Aw he admits it.” The younger spiders didn’t have time to scream in horror before Peter 3 grabbed both of them and pulled them out of the closet.

Grayson and Peter 1 laid flat on their backs as Peter 2 and 3 looked down on them with smirks wiggling their fingers in anticipation. Grayson covered his mouth to make sure he didn’t giggle. “Guhuys stohop ihihihit.”

“Is Grayson already laughing?” Peter 3 said pinching Grayson’s rib. Grayson squeaked and rolled over to one side. Peter 1 gulped and tried to make a run for it but Peter 2 grabbed him firmly by his thighs making Peter 1 giggle too. “I believe so. How about we do a test theory.”

Peter 1 and Grayson’s eyes widen in fright. They knew that whenever they did a ‘test theory’ it meant they were in deep shit. “Now now Two. You don’t wanna test me. I’m...too fragile.” he pleaded as Peter 3 poked his belly making him squeak. “And cute.”

“Nohot cuhuhuhute.”

“As I was saying. Let’s do a test theory. I test out One while you test Grayson. Then we’ll see if which one is the cuter one.” Peter 2 explained as Peter 3 beamed with excitement. “Awesome idea. How do we start?”

“Like this.” Peter 2 said. Without warning, Peter 2 had risen One’s shirt and was already blowing an intense raspberry just above his belly button. “EEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE TWOOOOO!!”

Grayson felt a tingle in his body and felt a raspberry being blown in his tummy. “AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THREEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Peter 3 had blown intense raspberries before with Peter 1 but Grayson had never experienced it. But now, that he was the victim, he desperately pleaded for him to be the Ler instead of the Lee.

After the raspberries, the little spideies were huffing and puffing for air. Peter 3 ruffled Grayson’s hair and turned to Peter 2. “Alright. What next?”

“How about we continue with the ‘little’ portion.” Peter 2 gestured behind him to Peter 1′s toes. Grayson felt sweat coming down his forehead. His toes. Those were his worst spot. If they went there, he’ll never survive. Grayson whimpered a bit and Peter 3 gasped. “He whimpers. Look at him Two.” Peter 2 glanced at Grayson and beamed at the sight. This gave Peter 1 the perfect distraction and lightly pushed Peter 2 off of him. “CYA!” he yelled as Peter 2 chuckled and raced after him. “You ain’t done yet you little piggy!”

Grayson tried to run off too, but Peter 3 wasn’t letting up. “Nu-uh. I wanna see those little toesies.”

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TBC

Psst: if you wanna continue this, you may do so. ;)

#Lee Peter 1 #Ler Peter 3 #Ler Peter 2 #Lee Grayson Parker

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i-always-wanted-brothers · 2 years

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“Come on, let me see that smile!”

Up to you to choose which Peter’s the lee and which is the ler :D perhaps one of them is grumpy hehe

Thank you so much for the prompt! You're super cool and talented and I really love your writing. Sorry for the slight delay on this! I'm really proud of it though, so hopefully it was worth the wait! I hope this makes you feel a little better <3 Enjoy!

Peter 3 winced as the screen door slammed shut behind him. At least Peter 2 wasn't back from work yet, otherwise he would have gotten scolded for sure.

"Hey Lil Pete, I'm home!"

There wasn't any answer as he toed off his shoes and left them on the floor in the entry hall. The house was suspiciously quiet, but he thought maybe One was upstairs or too deep in his studying to notice him getting back. He started to make his way to the kitchen, planning to grab a snack before going up to check on his little brother, but did a double take as he passed the living room when he saw Peter 1 sitting on the couch seemingly doing nothing.

Peter 3 sat on the couch and threw an arm around One's shoulder.

"Hey man, how was your day? You have anything going on?"

All he got in response was a shrug.

"Come on, let me see that smile!" He teased, pulling Peter 1 a little closer to him.

"No."

Peter 3 gasped at his brother's deadpan tone, "Now is that any way to talk to your big brother?"

Peter 1 resolutely started at the wall, not meeting his brother's gaze. He'd had a bad day and wasn't going down without a fight. Unfortunately for him, Three seemed to have something against losing that day.

Peter 3 stuck his head right next to One's so that his forehead was resting against the other's temple, his hair lightly tickling Peter One's ear causing him to flinch away for a moment.

"Come on man, I know you want tooooo," Three sang as he gave his side a few quick squeezes, successfully making the other Peter bite his lip and look away trying to hold back a grin.

"Oop there's that smile!" he cheered, tackling Peter 1 to the couch and tickling his sides in earnest now, "You can't hide from me! You're smilinnnng!"

Peter One's resolve was fading quickly.

"No IhI'm not!" Peter 1 was full on giggling now, desperately trying to hide his face while also trying (and failing) to catch Peter 3's hands.

"Nono, don't you dare hide it now!" Peter 3 evaded One's grasp and dug both his hands into the kid's armpits causing him to squeal and kick his legs out under him.

"NAAhhAHH NAHAT THEHERE! GEEHehehHHET OUT," he shrieked, squeezing his eyes shut.

Peter 3 just laughed, "I cahan't get my hands out silly, they're stuck! You gotta let me out!"

Peter 1 laughed helplessly, but he couldn't bring himself to stop clenching his arms to his sides. The fact that Three was refusing to let up didn't do him any favors either.

"PLEAHEHEHEHESE NaAH-sngk"

Peter 3 laughed at the snort and paused for a moment to let Peter 1 catch his breath under the guise of pretending to think about where to tickle him next.

"Hmmmm what spot do you think I should go for now?"

"Nuhuhone of thehem!"

"Well that just won't do!" Peter 3 threw his hands in the air in mock distress, "I can't stop till you're all cheered up, we gotta make sure that smile is here to stay!"

Three started to wiggle his fingers above Peter One's tummy, making his loud giggles start up again.

"Cohome ONNNNNNN," Peter One's anxious laughter picked up as Peter 3 slowly got closer to his stomach.

"Dude you gotta stop giggling so much, I can't think clearly."

Suddenly Three pulled up Peter One's shirt and dived his head down for a raspberry, making the giggling kid under him scream for a moment before falling into silent laughter as his fingers joined in at his sides. After a few more moments, Peter 1 started pushing at Three's head.

Peter 3 sat back up right away and smiled at him, "You had enough now?"

Peter 1 fell back against the cushions trying to catch his breath and still giggling every couple seconds.

"Ahare you okay man? Did I go to far?" Peter 3 spoke lightly, but the concern was still there.

"Yehah Ihihi'm good," Peter 1 had one arm thrown over his face and held out the other making grabby motions at Peter 3.

Three happily (but carefully) flopped down on top of his brother and brought his hand up to play with his hair.

"You wanna talk about whatever's going on, bud? You know Two and I are always here for you, right?"

"Yeah I know," One hummed lightly, leaning into his brother's touch, "It's kinda just been a rough couple days and I don't even know why. Nothings really happened though so I didn't want to bother you guys."

Peter 3 lifted his head up to look his brother in the eyes. "Hey, there doesn't have to be something specific you can point to that's wrong for you to be upset. You don't have to have a reason for the way you feel, not ever!"

Peter One looked away for a moment and Peter Three's tone got more serious.

"Look at me bud," Three gently turned One's head so he could see him again before finishing, "You are never a bother. Not to me, and not to Peter 2. You're our brother and we are here for you, no matter what, whether you're sad or happy or anything else, the two of us will jump through an interdimensional portal at the drop of a hat to come see you. And hey, if for some reason one of us isn't around or you want someone else, Otto would love to be there for you too. You don't ever have to be alone."

Peter One was tearing up now, but he was still smiling. "I love you, Three," he whispered, trying not to let the tears spill over.

"Thank you."

Peter 1 laughed and hit Three's shoulder, "HEY!"

"Sohorry man, I love you too!"

"Yeah I know."

The littlest spider pulled his big brother a little closer to him and the two sat in silence for a few minutes while Peter 1 ran his fingers through Three's hair.

"Hey Three?"

"Wassup bud?" came Three's muffled reply.

Peter 1 was quite for a moment before softly speaking up again, "Can we just stay like this tonight?"

Peter 3 hummed lightly and pulled one of Peter Two's many fuzzy blankets from off the back of the couch over the two of them.

"Of course, bud."

He tucked the blanket around them careful and settled back into the cuddle. His thumb rubbed gently against Peter One's shoulder as their breathing slowly synced and evened out, the two of them drifting off into a warm and cozy sleep.

Later that night, Peter 2 slipped through the front door, quietly locking it up behind him. He hung up his coat in the dark and left his bag and key on the hall table, turning to walk into the living room when suddenly he tripped over something in the hall. He turned on the hall lamp and sighed seeing Peter 3's shoes in the middle of the floor. Yeah they were going to have to talk about that again.

He walked into the living room and his annoyance melted away when he saw his little brothers cuddled together on the couch, sleeping peacefully and totally unaware of anything happening in the world.

Peter 2 stood above them for a minute, smiling gently. He carefully readjusted the pillow behind Peter One and pushed his hair up off of his forehead to give him a quick kiss before doing the same to Peter Three's temple. He quietly tiptoed out of the room, turned off the light, and put Peter Three's shoes on the rack by the door before heading upstairs to get ready for bed himself, smiling all the while. He really did have the cutest brothers ever.

#spiderman tickle #spider bros #lee peter 1 #ler peter 3 #peter parker #peter parker tickle #marvel tickle #my writing #prompts #peter 1 #peter 2 #peter 3

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warrenwrites · 1 year

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Peter Parker Masterlist

Prototype (1.1K) Summary: You get yourself into a sticky situation when you mess with a faulty web-shooter. Peter takes full advantage of the opportunity.

Low of Me () Summary: You instinctively flinch when Peter’s hand comes to close to your sides. Frankly, he’s offended by the insinuation.

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#lee!peter parker #ler!peter parker #ticklish!peter #peter 3 x reader #tasm x reader #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter fluff #tasm!peter parker x reader #ticklish!reader

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gigglz · 10 months

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Sneaky

Ler!Hobie

Lee!Miles

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

Quick, short fic. I LOVE THEM AAAAH

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

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

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

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

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

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

Miles was waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

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

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

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

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

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

Miles let out a groan. “Yeah…“

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

Miles looked at him confused “what?”

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

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

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

“Yes, yes it is!” Miles exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So?” Hobie looked at him intrigued.

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

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

Miles groaned, he knew Hobie was right.

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

Miles chuckled, a little embarrassed.

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

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

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

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

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

#tickles #tickle #sfw tickles #tickle community #tword #across the spiderverse tickle #atsv tickle #atsv tickle fic #ler!hobie #lee!miles #ler!hobiebrown #Lee!milesmorales

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mushyblushyredhead · 7 months

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TickleTober 2023 🎃

Presented by @august-anon

DAY 2: Accidental (Marvel)

Lee!Peter 1

Lers!Peter 2 & 3

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

So cuddly…so warm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Aaah! Heheyyy! Quit ihit!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The youngest blushed. “Uhhm…n-no..?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not where?” Both Peters innocently asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE END :3

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