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tastybluesprite · 1 year

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Learning new things

My first Guardians of the galaxy fanfic!!! I absolutely love these films!! This takes place between after Endgame and before Guardians of the galaxy vol 3. I hope you enjoy!!! I had a lot of fun writing this.

Warnings: Some cursing if that’s uncomfortable for you, also this is a tickle fic so if you don’t like that or it makes you uncomfortable feel free not to read :)

Peter Quill had to admit he was surprised when he found out who his dad was, but he was very much glad to be rid of him, especially with everything he had done to Peter. He was also, even more so surprised, to find out he had a half sister. She had a strange way of speaking, but honestly, it grew on him as they hung out more. After having beaten Thanos, they were finally able to go back to the per usual wild and wacky adventures. But this time they had Mantis and Nebula on the team. Mantis still didn’t seem to know that much about humans and other alien species, or… well… anything for that matter. But that was ok with him. He didn’t mind at all teaching her new things. Accept for when it backfires…

“What is she doing?” Mantis asked when she saw Gamora on top of Drax, and she was skittering her fingers up and down his sides. Apparently he had pissed her off and she got him back the safest way she could.

Tickling.

Peters mouth twitched upwards, “you don’t know what tickling is?”

“No..” Mantis said curiously, “is that dangerous? Drax looks like he is in danger.”

Peter had to laugh at that. “No he isn’t in danger. He probably only feels like he is though.”

Mantis squinted in confusion. Peter sighed, “here let me show you.” He wiggled his fingers against her sides. Nothing.

He squeezed, poked, and prodded all over her sides and stomach, even daring to try and wiggle at her armpits. But she didn’t move or say anything.

Peter furrowed his eyebrows, “huh, I guess you aren’t ticklish.”

Mantis cocked her head slightly.

“Ticklish? Like ticking?”

“Yeah,” said Peter, “pretty much when someone is sensitive.”

“I am not sensitive?” Mantis asked.

“I guess not.” Peter said with a slight laugh and mild disappointment. It would’ve been nice to be able to tickle her and make her laugh.

“Are you sensitive?” Mantis asked with genuine curiosity.

Peter blushed, “w-wha- me? Uhm… I mean… I-I guess…”

Mantis then suddenly began to mimic Peters previous finger movements and wiggled her fingers against his sides.

Peter yelped, “OHOHOkahay l-let’s not do that…” He said as he grabbed her wrists to push her away.

“Why? Aren’t you ticklish?”

“Y-Yeah but…” Peter was completely red in the face by now. “It’s not something you always do to people.”

“He’s just being a big baby.” Gamora interjected. She had stopped tickling Drax a while ago and was listening to their conversation.

“Gamora…” Peter warned.

“Let me show you how it’s done.” Gamora told Mantis with a sly grin. Peter knew he was screwed. He couldn’t fight back against freaking Gamora, and he wasn’t stupid enough to try. All he could do was back away slowly and pray that she’d go easy on him.

Gamora pounced and within 2 seconds, she had him straddled with his arms forced in a death grip above his head.

“Watch and learn Mantis. From my experience, Peter Quill is one of the most ticklish people I’ve met in this galaxy.”

“Oh for fucks sake…” Peter said exasperatedly, as if to say ‘I cant believe this is happening right now.’

“What was that Quill?” Gamora asked as she poked his side, causing him to flinch and let out a small yet unwanted squeak.

“Nohohthing!” The anticipation was killing him.

“Why so giggly Peter?” Gamora teased.

“Yohohou sohohon ohohf ahah- nOHOahahahahaha…”

All Gamora had to do to shut him up was by digging into his armpits.

Immediately he was a laughing and squirming mess.

“Gahahamohahra wahahait thihihis ihihsnt fahahair!!!” He exclaimed through his laughter as he attempted to tug his arms down.

“Oh you want unfair?” Gamora teased, and she began squeezing at his side.

“NOOHOHO!!!!”

“He seems to be super ticklish there. Is it worst there?”Mantis asked as she observed Peters torture.

“I’m so glad you asked… but no it isn’t.” She smirked.

“Wait.. wait wait Gamora, no, don’t you even think about it…” the man called Star lord knew exactly where this was headed and he didn’t hate like it one bit. He started squirming around more desperately in attempts to escape.

“G-Gamora! N-NOHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

She began squeezing at his stomach and he was in absolute stitches. He violently thrashed around and let out loud belly laughter. Mantis had to laugh at that. She had never heard him laugh like that before.

“GAHAHAMOHOHRAHAHA NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!!”

“Why’s that Peter? Is it that ticklish here?” Gamora asked with feigned innocence as she continued the squeezing, now adding in soft spidering movements on his belly.

“YOHOHOU KNOHOW IHIHTS BAHAHAHAD!!!”

“Is he ok?” Mantis asked with slight worry. She noticed that he seemed like he was almost dying.

“No, he’s a big boy. He can take it. Besides, he hasn’t even endured the worst of it yet.”

Gamora clawed her hands into his stomach and vibrated rapidly.

Peter arched his back, let out the unmanliest yet cutest squeal in the galaxy, and dissolved into silent hysterics.

Gamora soon decided to let up because she knew that being so ticklish only meant he could only endure so much for so long.

When she got off him he curled himself, as well as wrapping his arms around his belly protectively. He groaned at the soreness in his stomach muscles from laughing so much, as well as the remnant tingles from his stomach being overstimulated.

“I hahahate yohohu.” He muttered towards Gamora. Gamora just grinned, “what was that?” And she poked at a bit of stomach that was seen in the crack on his arm barrier, making him squeak and flinch away.

Mantis giggles. She supposed this was how you took down a big and powerful and tough star lord.

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bigfan-fanfic · 2 years

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I headcanon Peter Quill/Starlord has some of the most ticklish feet in the galaxy and are easily exploitable

He almost never goes barefoot because of it because he knows how ticklish he is.

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mcugiggles · 3 years

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There aren’t enough lee!Starlord fics out there 😔

#starlord #Peter Quill #ticklish Starlord #lee!starlord #marvel #guardians of the galaxy

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fanficsandfluff · 2 years

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"Now ya listen here-!" (for GOTG maybe?)

Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five...

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

"Now ya listen here!"

"Yeah? Try me, rat face!"

"That's it!" Rocket lunged at the oh-so-annoying Star-Lord, fighting with all his might not to just get flung off the bigger Terran's body. He latched on and a strangled squeaking sound made it out of Peter.

There was a pause in the action when Rocket leered at Peter and he grinned. Peter felt warm all of a sudden, why was he warm? the fighting it must be, yeah, the fighting and not the--oh shit.

Claws and fur make for a heck of a ticklish fight. And an unfair one, too, might he add. Rocket got Peter Quill to listen to him, all right. Music to his pointed ears.

#writing game #first five sentences #tickle fic #gotg #guardians of the galaxy #peter quill #rocket raccoon #star lord #ticklish!starlord #ticklish!peterquill #marvel #drabble

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shyficwriter · 5 years

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What are your headcannons about how the rest of the Guardians think/act about Peter and Reader being ticklish?

Ask and ye shall receive! (I’m going to include Kraglin and Yondu in this since in most of my fics Yondu is alive and they’re part of the Guardians) (from Q&A Time!)

Gamora:

She’s never seen anything like it, and finds it intriguing. She also likes the fact that it’s a way to take Peter down a peg if he’s being annoying.

She’s surprised by how much of an effect it has on you two, and wonders if all Terrans must be like this, though she is concerned it’d be rude to ask.

She doesn’t tickle often, every once in a while briefly to annoy Peter (and because she thinks he’s cute when he laughs), but sometimes if Peter is hiding something (either a secret or literally hiding her stuff to be annoying) she’ll tickle him mercilessly to get him to spill the beans. She’s really good at it and knows just how to zero in on those spots in just the right ways for maximum effect. She isn’t called the galaxy’s best assassin for nothing. It usually works, but sometimes his stubbornness will win. However, if you know what he’s hiding/taken, you better run because she will go for you next, knowing full well you’re worse than him and you’ll always spill despite your efforts to hold out. You can’t even try to lie and say you don’t know anything under the threat of being tickled because you’ll only wind up nervously giggling and giving yourself away.

Rocket:

He eats that shit up. A way to torture Peter without actually hurting him? Sign. Him. Up.

Things are much worse for you both after he finds out. Slip up and call him a raccoon? Man, you’re gonna be sorry.

He’s ruthless. Once he gets his little hands on you it’s over. He’ll have you squealing and begging for mercy in no time.

His claws. Oh god they’re terrible. He’s become a master of knowing just how little pressure he can put in one area to avoid ripping clothes or scratching skin but still make it tickle like hell. Usually Groot has to be around to help hold you down for this though, because it’s too easy for you or Peter to flail and throw him off otherwise.

Most of the time he doesn’t use his claws though, opting instead to squeeze or tweak your sides rapidly and leave you a squeaky mess, especially Peter who slips up and calls him a raccoon more often.

Occasionally he’ll briefly brush his tail up against your neck or ears, which isn’t as terrible. But make no mistake, this is a warning for worse to come if you continue annoying him.

Groot:

Groot thinks it’s funny and will often wiggle his tiny fingers in your necks if he finds purchase on one of your shoulders, and giggle with you as you squirm away (but not too hard, because you’re scared of squishing him!)

You and Peter can easily pull him off yourselves since he’s so tiny, but if no one’s around he’s usually allowed to keep going for a little while, since he’s little and you both know he’s just playing.

When Groot gets bigger is when you and Peter need to watch out. He’s still never malicious, but now he doesn’t need to worry about being squished, so he get’s a bit bolder. He’ll sneak up behind you and wiggle a viney branch under your arms when you least expect it, making you jump out of your skin with a squeak every time.

Of course, he does help Rocket from time to time when he’s on the attack, pinning you, or more often Peter, down with his branches so Rocket can wreck you. You’re never mad at him though, he doesn’t mean any harm, he thinks he’s just being helpful to Rocket.

Mantis:

She’s the first one of the Guardians to discover Terrans are ticklish after accidentally tickling Peter one day, which eventually led to the the rest of the team finding out.

Mantis thinks it’s funny, but mostly adorable.

Yeah, she could technically use her powers to cheer you guys up, but why would she do that when she could just tickle you and see the adorable way your eyes scrunch up and nose crinkles when she tickles you or Peter?

She’ll coo over you, commenting how you’re just so cute when you’re laughing, and then she’ll remark on how cute your blushy face is after that.

She can also sense what you’re feeling as she does it, and she can tell neither of you truly hate it. This is why she never feels bad despite your pleas for mercy, though she does usually stop when asked. This power does also mean she can also tell when you’ve really had enough, and if it ever get’s to that point she always stops immediately, wishing to keep it fun for you and Peter.

Drax:

He doesn’t get it at first. He can’t understand why you’re laughing if you’re also begging for it to stop. Is it torture? Is it fun? Who knows? Not him, obviously.

Eventually he when he thinks he understands he decides to give it a try one day when you’re being annoying, assuming (correctly) that’s the right time to try. Unfortunately for you, you happen to be strapped into your cockpit chair at the time and can’t escape. But fortunately Peter decides to take mercy on you and calls him off when he thinks you’ve had enough.

After this he decides he can understand why the others like it so much and sometimes he will threaten you with it when you or Peter are being annoying just because he thinks it’s cute how you guys laugh at it. Sometimes he just does it because he thinks you’re sad and logically if you’re laughing then it means it should cheer you up. (It works. You deny it, but he had Mantis confirm it for him in secret)

Yondu:

He knew of this “Terran Weakness” long before the others, when Peter was still a boy.

He discovered it on accident rough housing with Peter one day.

After this discovery Yondu showed Kraglin and asked the Xandarian if he had ever seen anything like that that before, and Kraglin said he hadn’t. They agreed to keep it a secret from the crew so they couldn’t abuse it.

However, Yondu would still tickle Peter from time to time. Kid’s mopey? Tickle him. Boy won’t listen? Tickle him. (Granted this was done away from the crew and Kraglin would lie and say Peter was getting a whooping to explain the muffled screams coming from elsewhere in the ship.)

This continued until around Peter’s later teen years. He was able to easier contain his reactions and pretended he had outgrown it, which Yondu believed, because he really had no reason not to. He didn’t know much about Terrans, and for all he knew it was true and only worked on the younger ones.

However, after Yondu joined the Guardians, he discovered via you that Terrans don’t actually outgrow being ticklish. This wasn’t great news for Peter.

He’d often pretend the reason he was tickling you was to teach you a lesson (Don’t get me wrong, he’s definitely the type to use it to teach you a lesson), but really he just likes to see his surrogate kids happy and laughing. If he see’s you or Peter are mopey for some reason he’ll instigate a reason to “Teach ya a lesson” just to make you laugh.

He quickly discovered you were worse than Peter, and would often tease you about this while he had you squealing in his grip, laughing at how blushy and embarrassed you’d get.

He’s not above teaming up with Peter to tickle you into hysterics just because they’re bored.

Kraglin:

Like Yondu, Kraglin knew about this “Terran Weakness” long before the others, and wasn’t a stranger to using it for revenge against Peter for his many pranks.

When Kraglin is informed that Peter lied and Terrans don’t actually outgrow their weakness he’s quick to remind Peter of when he was a boy whenever he gets too irritating, telling him he’s not too old to receive the same punishment.

Though Kraglin hasn’t made any attempts, this usually makes Peter back off immediately, not wishing to take a bet that Kraglin couldn’t best him now that he was older and stronger just to find out he was wrong and wind up a hysterically laughing, begging, mess. Plus having his mentors threaten to tickle him like a kid if he doesn’t behave is really embarrassing considering he’s a grown man.

Kraglin is more likely to tickle you playfully than he was with Peter. Whether this is because you’re the youngest (next to Groot, technically), because you’re a girl, or because you were almost like a little sister to him and Peter back with the Ravagers, you don’t know.

Kraglin isn’t afraid to use tickling against you for your pranks against him either. Once you jumped out and scared him, so he grabbed you and tickled you until you were begging for mercy. He used to do the same to Peter when he was a kid.

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tickletastic · 5 years

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The Golden Retrievers

Title: The Golden Retrievers

Rating: G/SFW

Warnings:N/A

Word Count: 1476

Fandom: Marvel

Ship: N/A

Summary: Nothing is normal the way it was before the snap, but new bonds are made and friendships grow stronger. A particularly unique bond occurs between three giddy heroes, and they help everyone realize that maybe the new normal is better than the old one.

The months following Thanos’ defeat and the reversal of the snap, things were going back to normal, or at least as normal as they could be. One difference that Tony couldn’t find himself minding was the state of the tower. Since the reversal of the snap, the avengers had grown a lot clingier to each other, and they had been spending far more time at the tower. Tony noticed that even heroes who had previously never been to the tower decided to stick around. He found it alright, he had plenty of room for more heroes.

A unique friendship emerged as a result of the sudden unity between heroes, a friendship that Sam fondly referred to as ‘The Golden Retrievers’; Peter Parker, Peter Quill and Scott Lang. Every weekend they could be found in the game room, or in the theatre room, having a blast. Tony would occasionally overhear heated debates between the three of them, about old films or arcade games, and Steve once found the three of them cuddled under a blanket fort sleeping, The Breakfast Club coming to an end in the background. Natasha once overheard loud laughter, and peeked her head into the games room, seeing Scott tickling the older Peter, and the younger Peter, who they had decided would be Pete or Petey for clarity, cheered, claiming ‘that’s what happens to cheaters’.

It was cute how close the three of them had become. After enough observations made by Sam and Bucky, the two of them had decided that the trio was like a group of excited puppies. `Bucky thought that Peter’s personality was enough to give him a sugar rush, but seeing the three of them together and bonding was diabetes-inducing.

With Scott around so often, Cassie had grown close to the others too, especially Morgan and Shuri, who would often visit to show Peter and Cassie her new inventions.

One night, Tony had invited a majority of the heroes to dinner, and with a decent turn out, everyone was talking and having a great time. After Tony realized he would be having more company around after they saved the world, he had expanded one of the tower’s kitchens, adding tables, giving it somewhat of a diner feel.

Tony was standing behind the island that separated the appliances and counters from the booths and tables, taking in the sight of his friends, new and old, coming together for a rare occasion where they could all relax, without worrying about saving the world.

“Never thought this day would come, huh?” A new voice inquired, approaching Tony’s side.

“No, I never would have imagined this,” Tony began, looking over at Steve, “It feels like a dream, a moment where we’re all okay, and none of us are getting killed or trying to kill each other. It feels nice.”

Steve hummed in agreement, taking a sip of his drink and placing it on the island next to Tony’s.

“Hey Steve, come over here for a sec!” Bucky called from the corner of the room.

“Duty calls,” Steve chuckled, retrieving his drink again, “Have some fun Tony, you’ve earned it.” Steve raised his drink as if giving a cheers, before turning and walking towards Bucky, T’Challa and Bruce.

Tony found his way to Peter, Pete and Scott’s booth, where Cassie, Shuri and Morgan were sitting at a table nearby.

Once Tony slid into the booth next to Quill, opposite the antman and the spiderman, Morgan ran towards him, jumping onto his lap. “Daddy, daddy, look! Shuri and Cassie helped me paint my fingernails!” Morgan exclaimed excitedly, shooting her fingers up in the air.

Tony examined the flowery design and laughed, grabbing the smaller hands within his own. “Wow, those are really nice, Cassie and Shuri did quite the job.” Tony complimented, looking up as the aforementioned teens pulled their seats up to the booth.

While Tony admired Morgan’s nails, the topic of Footloose was brought up again between the two Peters.

“Footloose is, and has always been the best movie of all time,” The guardian pushed, “Any other opinion is just invalid.”

“What are you, 80? So many better movies have come out since Footloose, and even before Footloose. With the way you’re talking, you sound like you could have met the dinosaurs at Jurassic Park.” The teen argued back, his tone snarkier than Tony was used to, he recognized his mentee’s attempts at provoking the older Peter.

“Hey, I have you know I think Footloose is a great movie too, and as much as Cassie would argue it, I wasn’t alive to see the extinction of dinosaurs.” Scott stated, feigning offense.

“Sorry, this whole time I thought Cap and Mr. Barnes were the only ones old enough to be grandpas,” Peter teased, a goofy smirk on his face.

“Hey, watch yourself Pete!” The winter soldier called from the other side of the room, as the teen covered his face in order to stifle his laughter.

“Kid, you’re really pushing it,” Quill warned, a smirk on his face too. Suddenly the tabletop shook, and the smirk on the younger Peter’s face was replaced by a giant smile.

“Hehey! Stop thahat!” Peter huffed, trying to move his knees away from the fingers he could feel spidering up and down them. “Mihister Stahark help!”

“Hey girls, do you hear that? I think Pepper just said there’s ice cream, lets go get some.” Tony diverted, putting Morgan on his shoulders. Cassie laughed, following close behind, touching Morgan’s fingers to make sure her nails had dried.

“Good luck Peter, I think you might need it.” Shuri gave her well-wishes before following the group over to Pepper at the freezer.

“Petey, this could end whenever you want it to, you just gotta take back calling us old.” Starlord notified the teen, his fingers finding their way to the back of the teen’s knees.

Peter was giggling, but he had himself under control… That is until Scott’s fingers started spidering frantically up and down his ribs. His laughter rose in volume, and he found that Scott, being a skilled tickler because of Cassie, knew how to get every one of his sensitive spots. “Nohoho! Mister Lahahang!”

Pete tried his best to bat at the hands of his attackers, but 20 fingers on his tickle spots was making it quite the task.

Clint heard the familiar laughter from across the room, and looked towards the source, a fond smile making its way to his face as he let out a chuckle. The trio were like three peas in a pod, and following the weeks after their victory over Thanos, the three of them managed to lighten the previously dark mood.

Back at the booth, Pete had thrown his head back and Scott let his fingers wiggle over the backs of his ribs. For some reason the teen didn’t mind the playful touches, and he wasn’t ready to apologize, but he was still gonna attempt to grab their hands and squirm like hell.

“Wanna apologize yet, kid?” Scott asked, soft giggles eliciting from Peter as Scott’s fingers met his collarbones.

“Fohohor whahat?” Peter snarked, trying to scrunch up his shoulder to avoid the tickly fingers.

Peter Quill had managed to pinch the teen’s side from his position across the table, avoiding the knees that were attempting to stop his hands from under the table.

The young hero was holding out until he felt knowing fingers touch his tummy, and his thrashing increased. His laughter had grown to be a fit of hysterical giggles, like a dam he couldn’t stop, and he desperately tried to catch the hands. “HEHEY! PLEHEASE NO!”

Pete heard Scott tell his accomplice to take over his tummy, and he suddenly felt hands on his shoulder blades too, a spot almost as bad.

The teen frantically shook his head back and forth, succumbing to his laughter. “Ehehehe! PLEHEASE!”

“Aww, c’mon Petey, just say you’re sorry and we’re done. This must tickle an awful lot.”

“IHIHIM SOHOHOREHEHE!” Peter squealed, hiccups infesting his adorable laughter.

“Wait, now say Footloose is an amazing movie,” The older Peter added, continuing his torture. This went on for a couple minutes, the spiderman laughing hysterically as a few tears escaped his eyes and he vehemently denied the quality of Footloose, until the older Peter felt hands under his arms, detracting his fingers quickly in an attempt to protect himself.

“Hehey!” The Starlord chuckled, trying to turn around. Scott had mostly let up on his torture, his hands gently running over the teen’s neck in order to keep a light stream of giggles.

“I’m alright with you torturing my kid for an apology, but just a blatant lie? That’s where I gotta draw the line Quill.” Tony spoke, stopping the torture to return to his previous spot in the booth, ice cream and bowls accompanying him. Everybody calmed down, Scott laughing at the adorable sight of the younger Peter recovering from the tickle attack.

They returned to their usual shenanigans, and it didn’t take long for another playful argument to ensue, this time on the topic of ice cream flavours.

Maybe nothing would ever be normal like it was before Thanos, but all the heroes seemed to like their new definition of normal more.

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rocket-roquill-raccoon · 5 years

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Tickle the Raccoon! C:

#rocket raccoon #consensual #tickling #ticklish #ticklish!rocket #feet #paws #mcu #Guardians of the Galaxy #gotg #marvel #roquill #starlord #star lord

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heart-shaped-tickles · 5 years

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Peter Quill hcs

I mean, we're all thinking it: Peter Quill is extremely ticklish. So, I took the liberty of procrastinsting writing a bunch of hcs for this precious baby boy, just 'cause.

Do not touch this boy's ears. I repeat: Do Not Touch This Boy's Ears. He might actually get tears in his eyes if you tickle him there. Example: once, Gamora saw that he was listening to some music with his headphones on, and she gave in to her curiosity, so she went up to him and took off his headphones and whispered in his ear, "Hey, what are you listening to?" Just trying to be flirty and stuff, but she did NOT expect him to squeal and squirm away.

Speaking of him squealing, the only way you can get him to do it is if you use surprise tickles, or if you get him at a bad spot for too long.

Like if you sat on his hips and scribbled at his ribs for a little longer than he'd like, he would start squealing and shrieking, and at some point, he'd start begging too.

Yondu used to tickle the crap out of him when he was younger, but you didn't hear it from me; Peter tries to keep it hushed up, because he would die of embarrassment if anyone found out.

^ this only makes Yondu more likely to tell everyone, but he knows how personal Peter wants to keep it, so he'll never tell a soul.

Okay so when Peter's in a lee mood, of course he's all fidgety and smiley and giggly, right? But the rest of the team doesn't know what's wrong with him, they're just like hmm, maybe this is a Terran disease or something, so eventually they ask Mantis if she can tell them what's going on ('cause, you know, she's an empath and everything).

So she goes up to him and places her hand on his back when he's turned around, and oh my gosh he did not expect that to happen, so he yelps and turns around pretty quickly, hoping that Mantis wouldn't have enough time to read him, but nope, he was too late, and before he can even try to think of stopping her, she yells out, "Oh, you're just ticklish and you want to be tickled!"

Like. In front of EVERYONE. And his face outranks the red of a fire truck, and he's sputtering out a bunch of no's and wait that's not it, and everyone's just staring at him before Drax starts laughing his obnoxiously loud laugh, pointing at him like he likes to do. Gamora rolls her eyes, Groot exclaims his famous catch phrase ("I am Groot!!" which translates to "I frickin knew it!" but he didnt use 'frickin') and Rocket just teases the ever living hell out of him.

One time, smol Groot latched onto Peter's wrist to pull himself up so he could hold him, and Peter almost shook him off bc of how much it tickled. Even he didnt know he was ticklish there, the tiny twigs probably made him feel more sensitive. And of course, Rocket just had to be in the room by chance, so he saw the whole thing. "Holy shit, even you're wrists are ticklish? Where aren't you ticklish?!"

Just because he's ticklish does not mean he cant dish what he takes out. Sometimes, when Rocket gets too cocky, Peter just goes into Fuck It mode and raises him up in the air and tickles him until he finally apologizes (which usually takes a while, bc Rocket is stubborn af and he has a lot of pride).

The one time he tried to tickle Gamora did not go well. Like at all. He walked up to her from behind and skittered his fingers up her sides, and before his brain could catch up to what was going on, she had him pinned up against a wall with a knife against his throat.

He did try to tickle Drax once, too, but he didn't get very far before he turned the tables on him, and within ten seconds, Drax had him screaming through his laughter. Lord please help him.

#tickle headcanons #tickle imagines #ticklish!peterquill #ticklish!starlord #gotg #gotg headcanons #gotg tickles #ticklish!rocket #its not that long but it's the thought that counts

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pizza-cultist · 6 years

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Strange Weakness

Written by the lovely Wawa_Girl -- make sure to check out the rest of their work, and check out their Tumblr HERE.

A/N: Gamora finds a revolutionary discovery about her lover -- Peter Quill. She wishes to make sure he’s prepared for this form of torture by ‘helping’ him grow a resistance to it. Star-Lord begs to differ.

"What is this song about?"

Peter had been bobbing his head to the tune, wiping down rusted beams on The Milano with a dirty rag, when the question was posed.

"It is random. And confusing," Gamora said. "What place in the sky, and what does his friend have to do with our deaths?"

The leader huffed a laugh and shook his head at her need of an explanation for Norman Greenbaum's lyrics.

Rocket, Drax, and Quill held a target shooting contest that morning to determine whose turn it would be to clean the ship, and an hour later Star-Lord was stuck inside doing completely heroic, domestic chores while the others took Groot and went out exploring the land in search of trouble. Gamora had told them she would stay behind and help, which led Peter to believe she preferred his company the most.

"It's somewhat metaphorical," he told her and she nodded. The Zehoberei definitely had a finer grip than Drax on the concept of many phrases and songs containing metaphors, but he knew that didn't mean she understood all of them.

"It's based on a popular Terran religion," he further explained, and the woman's interest seemed to pique at the subject, a reaction she commonly gave whenever Peter referenced part of his former society (outside of Indiana Jones or Footloose, which he later confessed, while legendary, were entirely fictional).

He didn't contain the passion or qualification to explain something as complicated, and frankly boring, as the history and details of various Earth faiths, nor did such a discussion have any place being talked about over good pop music.

Though the very fact that Gamora was asking him questions about his music collection made him happy.

"So this Jesus was the founder of it?" she asked, hoping to gain more information on this part of Terran culture.

"Pretty much," he shrugged and tossed the rag over the shoulder of his jacket.

"Good or evil?" she questioned seriously with her arms crossed and head tilted up, remembering that she's heard Peter say that name several times whenever he was startled or pissed off.

Peter smirked. "He had his cool moments, I guess. But I'm no theologian." He sat down with a bounce onto a cot and glanced at the playing tape. It was all instrumental now. "It's not inappropriate to dance to it, if that's what you're worried about," he said once he noticed the heel of her boot, likely involuntarily, tapping to the beat.

"I do not--"

"Right," he cut her off with a knowing look and her body went still.

After the defeat of Ronan, when Star-Lord accompanied his new team in The Milano's cockpit, he appeared to be playing a brand new tape of music, an action he continued to do every hour of every day, playing it straight through on a loop for weeks on end. This resulted in the other four inhabitants of the ship collectively losing their minds and begging the pilot to shut it off under threat of mutilation.

While Gamora's irritation had been mostly embellished, the remaining three not so much. The new-grown baby Groot had gone from happily dancing to plugging his ears with branches every time the first track started over, Rocket nearly put a bullet through Peter's back when he had started playing it in the middle of the night, and Drax threatened to smash the cassette if it didn't end soon. That was when Gamora saw Peter's eyes widen, looking more afraid than on any battlefield, and knowing of the item's sentimental value, intervened and took a rare negotiation approach, getting Peter to agree to at the very least switch the tapes at each new destination.

That was fine with Peter, and seemed to settle the month-long infighting amongst the Guardians, especially since their leader still used his Walkman and headphones often enough.

"And if I did dance, it would not be--" The assassin's defensive statement was cut off when she tripped over a blaster a certain creature resembling a raccoon abandoned on the floor. "Ugh, Rocket..." she muttered and kicked it aside, stumbling onto the cot just when Mr. Music Man was shedding off his jacket.

"It's hot as Hades on this planet," he said, fiddling with a strap. "What do you say we switch on the AC and bait Rocket into cleaning the rest himself--what is wrong with this thing?"

Gamora rolled her eyes as their hopelessly cocky leader struggled to unfasten a shoulder strap button and took it into her own hands. "Here, let me," she insisted, her hands around his waist to wrestle it off from the back.

"Thanks," he said with a grin that she simply ignored. "Now David Bowie knew how to write a song about space," he said commenting on the next track that started playing. "I knew that before ever experiencing space for myself--ahh! Aha! Nanana, careful!" Peter shrieked and twisted away from Gamora's fingers, biting his tongue. She instantly pulled away.

"What did I do?" she asked, fearful she had somehow hurt him. "Bother a pre-existing injury?"

"Mmm..." he coughed and slid the rest of his coat off, the cool air finally kicking in. "Didn't hurt, sorry, just...ticklish." He cringed, having meant to say the word under his breath, but knew it was loud enough for her to hear.

"What?" she asked flatly, his head down and arms curled protectively around his middle.

Shit. Should've just let her think she hurt me. "Well, seems Rocket did fix the air like he promised. I guess that little jerk isn't entirely useless, after all," he said, trying to change the subject.

"What did you say before?" Gamora asked stubbornly, and he sighed and turned around, raising his hands in defense.

"Okay, yes, very funny, I said I'm ticklish, but it's not like I'm the only one in the whole damn--" he stopped speaking when he noticed her face was not one of teasing but genuine confusion, and it clicked. "You don't know what that is, do you?" Of course, she didn't. Of course Miss Stab Stab, Slash Slam, "Deadliest Woman in the Galaxy" didn't know the meaning of the word.

"No?" she asked, and before Peter could exclaim 'Great! Nevermind then!' Gamora's curiosity continued. "What does it mean?" Even if she did hear the word once or twice in her travels, its definition didn't ring any bells.

"It's..." He knew he could save the awkwardness by saying it was some awesome superpower, but Gamora was always disturbingly excellent at knowing when he was lying, and he did love her desire to learn anything new he had to share. "It's just a sensitivity thing," he tried to say without it sounding lewd. "That makes you laugh."

"So...it is something one does if they want to make the other smile and cheer up?"

"It's something someone does if they want to get their ass kicked," Star-Lord corrected. "Or pump information out of someone."

"So it is painful," she said again, very confused by this point.

"No, it...it's unpleasant and uncomfortable without hurting. You know how an itch or a chill is uncomfortable, but not painful?" She waved a hand in semi-understanding. "Sorta like that. Low-key, harmless, annoying torture."

"But it makes you laugh?" she still questioned, puzzled, having never heard of a torture with such an effect.

"Yeah, it's kinda backwards that way," he admitted. "You've seriously never felt that or observed it?"

Gamora appeared to take mild offense that Peter would question her memory and awareness of such topics. "I would know," she simply said with confidence.

And then Peter Jason Quill did what could have been the most dangerous action in all his thirty-four years of life. More risky than any thieving expedition, spaceship explosion, or contact with an infinity stone the galaxy could throw at him, and the outlaw-turned-guardian knew this even as he swiftly grabbed onto the warrior's sides and squeezed at varying spots and paces, needing to know for himself if Gamora was pulling a fast one on him or simply unaware of the sensation.

Whether it was her body's modifications or her overall badassery, her response was nothing but a cold, annoyed glare even as she impatiently let him perform his experiment. He eventually lowered his arms and sighed deflated. "Well, that's a bummer."

Rather than gathering up the nearest sword and leaving him with stump wrists, her first reflex when he ceased was to spin around and pin him onto the cot, his arms above his head in a death grip. "Convinced?" she asked with a smile.

"Yep," he breathed out strained, exaggerated as though she was once again holding a knife to his throat. "Got it. Not ticklish. Never should've doubted your confidence and strength, ma'am," he said playfully while David Bowie continued to sing throughout the room. "Let me up?"

She looked up and stared straight ahead. "In three minutes," she stated, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the precise timing, wondering if she was protecting him from a ticking bomb hidden aboard. "Umm...any reason why this time frame--eheep!" Star-Lord let out a squeal and gritted his teeth when the woman's nails skittered down his sides. "Dohon't!" his only defense besides kicking against the metal beneath the cot.

"I am immune, but it works well on you. You are smiling yet uncomfortable. I need to study this form of torture," she said matter-of-factly while imitating the movements he had made on her waist, though this time with success. "This is how it is done?"

It was then Peter realized the idiocy in teaching such an action to his friend who loved bringing him down a peg and mentally expressed frustration at what a fast learner she was at a silly teasing game she had supposedly never known.

Oh, joy. Refuses to dance, but jumps to tickle torture in a snap.

"You are weak," she stated calculated with only a hint of a smile while lightly pinching up his ribs through his shirt, making Peter desperately wish he had kept on his coat for a small, extra layer of protection. "You could fight me off if you tried, but it is too unbearable."

The snippy remarks of 'Gamora, I know this is new to you, but it is not safe with so many sharp weapons lying around!' or 'Are you sure you wouldn't prefer to be educated on Terran world religions and their relation to music? It's very fascinating,' or 'Ya know, this isn't the type of intimate alone time I had in mind,' that were circling his brain could not be verbalized, as he instead was letting out yips and trying to prevent them from turning into uncontrollable giggles, fighting to get free of her hands.

The strong, rough, forceful hands of the most unyielding, cybernetically-enhanced assassin across all of existence currently tickling the snot out of a certain Star-Lord.

"Mmmm! Hehehehestapit! GAMORA! Stop it! Thahahahahat's not funny! Cuhuhuhuhuuuuuut it out!" he pleaded, only furthering her interest and knowledge of where this "torture" worked best, learning to avoid all areas that failed, focusing and drilling into those that did not.

"It is somewhat humorous," she disagreed, poking into his armpits that he clamped down while squeezing his eyes shut and no longer holding in bellowing laughter. "And important," she resumed her serious tone. "When was the last time this was done to you?" she asked like a doctor or training instructor gaining important information on their subject, cautious not to make her physical jabs too strong to avoid any real harm.

"Gahahahahaha stop! Not since EARTH!" he answered honestly, not having been purposely tickled by anyone since his mother and other human family members, always thankful the Ravagers never discovered this sensation, although it would have been a much less terrifying obstacle to fear than becoming a meal. "Hahahahaha please stop! Not right THERE!" he begged and twisted around when she was kneading at his stomach, now flipped over and face smushed into the cot.

Gamora shook her head and continued tickling from behind. "That is far too long to be an appropriate test. You were a child. We need to make sure this form of torture cannot be used to break you now. What if an enemy found out about this during an interrogation?" she asked, and he was uncertain if she was being 100% serious or 100% a juvenile she-devil.

"They WOHOHOHON'T! You can STAHAHAHAP! LET GO!" he barked through more giggles, frustrated at the absurdity of the idea.

"You do not know that. You need a tolerance or could put us all at risk. Be strong. It is only an uncomfortable itch and forced laughter," she said as though she was suddenly an expert. "You can handle it."

'Easy for you to say, tough girl,' his mind bitterly replied while only laughter and pathetic begging came from his lips and he turned his body back around, trying weakly to fend off his friend. "Shit! Shihihihihit! Stop THAT! It's TORTUUURE! IT IS! Gamora! Hahahahahahaha! Pfft! Tortuhuuuuuuuurahahahaha..." He knew the equal absurdity in himself, a famed outlaw and galaxy defender, speaking to a warrior raised by Thanos, referring to what he'd just introduced as a painless prank as "torture."

He also knew that if this were an enemy choosing a very weird interrogation method, he would put far more effort into masking his discomfort and not begging for mercy like a child.

But dammit, he was not prepared to be overpowered in this way after nearly three decades, and Gamora was strong and relentless, and shit, her nails were long...

"Gahahahahahahaha...hehehehe Gamora! Trouble breeeheheheathing! Trouble breathing!" he desperately expressed when she slowed her hands, and Gamora momentarily looked concerned at the effects of excessive laughter, noticing once Peter quieted that her three minutes were over.

"Fine. Breathe, Quill," she instructed and stopped her attack, putting an end to the man's incessant cackling and squirming.

As Peter regained his breathing and gave his assailant a look of pure treason, he noticed by now that David Bowie's performance had finished and the next track had begun to play. It was the song they listened to when they almost kissed on Knowhere, and he realized why Gamora had said three minutes. The fellow guardian had heard this mix so many times that she had memorized the remaining time of the last song, planning her torment of him to end by the time the following song began so as not to be leaning over him on a bed when its melodies hit.

This time Peter had more sense than to make a move and instead scooched up on the bed, keeping their distance at arm's length. "Not cool. NOT cool!" the humiliated leader said while shaking his head. "And you say I'm childish. Jesus!" he exclaimed, panting.

Gamora, however, was grinning with great satisfaction, finding the experience...fun, and the Terran's reactions...adorable.

More fun than dusting control panels or giving a lesson on how to shoot a gun straight.

"A childish torture is fitting for you. Not that you know the meaning of the word," she quipped and moved back her hair that had fallen in her face during the three minutes of "testing" on her friend. "Is it that unpleasant for everyone who can feel it?"

"Mmm...most. Most normal people," Peter answered with no intention of making himself look like an exceptional weakling, giving her a suspicious eye, only halfway to trusting her to be near him. "I mean, I guess there are some that enjoy and get off to it, but not--not me, I'm not...I'm not, ya know, into anything weird like that--"

Gamora rolled her eyes at his perverse rambling. "A strange weakness. Is it an alien/terran hybrid thing?" she asked, her curiosity from the beginning of the conversation returned.

"Uhh...I'm pretty sure it's just a human thing..." he said like it was obvious. "Or some other species, I suppose," he added before a thought popped into his head. "If the others find out about this--" he warned.

"They won't," Gamora said before he could voice the rest of his fears, and Peter appeared taken aback by how quickly she reassured this.

"Really?" he asked surprised, searching her eyes for any hint of trickery and finding none.

"Believe it or not, Quill, I do not take enjoyment out of you being tortured all of the time," she stated honestly, and Peter relaxed into a grateful smile despite her previous actions. "But you may want to watch your back around me, Star-Boy," she teased and left, walking up the stairs of The Milano in rhythm with the tune of Elvin Bishop.

"Lord!" he grumbled loudly after Gamora was already out of earshot, still in a faint daze regarding what had just happened.

He was placing back on his jacket, no longer bothered by the high temperatures, and pouted at a realization.

Time with his headphones would need to be sacrificed if he truly needed to "watch his back" in Gamora's presence for a while.

"Fine! But I hope you know that means more music is just going to have to be played out loud around here!"

#ticklish!peterquill #ticklish!starlord #gamora #marvel #Star-Lord #peter quill #guardians of the galaxy #starmora

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laufein · 3 years

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thebest-medicine · 7 years

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Peter Quill + sides?

Oooooh one of peters worse spots (except lol that’s like all of them) his sides are one of his most tickled spots because they are easy to poke and grab and regardless of if he’s pinned on his back or on his stomach they are open and free to tickle, I’ll say 9/10 on peters sides. He gets this loud goofy laugh when you tickle him there and dig into a good spot

#amazingmsme #answered #ticklish!starlord #ticklish!peterquill #tickle spot ask meme #tickle ask meme

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collecting-stories · 5 years

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Cold - Peter Quill

Can I request a Peter Quill oneshot with the prompt #86? You know something really fluffy, with a lot of cuddling? Thank you!

Cold | Peter Quill x reader

“It’s too cold. Come back to bed.”

You sat in front of the controls, re-playing the message that had been left on the ship for Peter. A new bounty was up on another planet, for an artifact that-

“It’s too cold,” Peter moaned and you turned to see him walking down the stairs from the upper level, his comforter wrapped around his shoulders and covering his mouth and nose, “come back to bed.”

“What’s that?” you laughed at his muffled voice. You uncrossed your legs and rested your elbows on your knees as you watched him make his way over to you.

“It’s cold.” He repeated, moving the blanket enough that you could hear him properly. “Come back to bed.”

“I’ll be there in a minute, I’m just taking this information down.” You replied, leaning over to tap the radio on the control board. “There’s a new job.”

“There’s always a new job,” he had made it over to you by now and he opened up his blanket so that he could reach out and grab at your arm. You laughed and moved away from him. “Please, I’m freezing my ass off here.”

“I doubt it babe.” You replayed the message once more, shifting in your seat to give your full attention over to the radio. While you were busy de-crypting the message Peter leaned down behind you, placing his hands over the arm rests. You didn’t pay him any mind, assuming that the mission, and the payday, had drawn his attention as well. The two of you could definitely use a good payday. There were parts of the spacecraft that were worn down and needed repairs beyond your mechanical expertise.

Suddenly, with no warning, Peter’s arms wrapped around your waist, still with the blanket clutched in his hands, and lifted you over the chair, you’re back bending over his shoulder. You screamed in surprise and tried to wriggle out of his grip but your boyfriend was strong and you couldn’t break free as he turned and started walking toward the stairs.

“Peter! Put me down!” You laughed as he carried you up the stairs to his room aboard the spacecraft.

Without warning, just as he’d lifted you, Peter tossed you onto the bed. You landed on your stomach, a face full of pillow thanks to his gracelessness, and rolled over to look up at him. He was grinning mischievously and you had been with him long enough to recognize that look.

“Don’t you dare Peter. Do not jump on this-” your sentence was cut off by another scream as Peter jumped on the bed, throwing himself over you and covering both of you with the blanket. “Peter, we have a new job.”

“I don’t care, I’m cold and I want to cuddle.” He said, pouting like a child when he looked at you.

“Cuddling doesn’t put food on the table or fix these repairs Starlord.” You replied, emphasizing the name he insisted on calling himself. Yondu had always appeased his nicknames but you couldn’t help teasing him about it every once in a while.

He buried his face in your neck, muttering your remark back to you and kissing you as he did. You laughed at the ticklish feeling of his lips against your skin and tried to push against him though the effort was half-hearted.

“Peter. I’m serious.”

“So am I babe. Just ten minutes is all I ask. You, me, a good cuddle and ten minutes of your time. After that you can drive us to whatever new job your heart desires.” He said.

“I can drive?” You asked, shifting a little so you could see him better.

He was grinning at you. It was agreed between the both of you that you were the better pilot but it was rare that Peter actually let you pilot his spacecraft. He said it needed a little something special that only he could provide because he drove it with love. A stupid statement but you figured it was something Terrian’s considered important so you usually just let him fly. But whenever he wanted something he agreed to let you pilot and those were the moments you really looked forward to. Because Yondu’s spacecraft flew like a dream and you loved flying it.

“Promise. Pinky swear.” He said, moving his hand so that he could hold his smallest finger out to you.

You raised an eyebrow at him skeptically.

“It’s a, hold out your pinky.” He urged, grabbing your hand and folding your fingers into a fist except your smallest one. He then wrapped his smallest finger around yours and shook them as if you were shaking hands.

“This is stupid.”

“It’s a pinky swear. I’m bound to the pinky swear.” He said, leaning over to kiss you. “ten minutes of cuddling and then it’s you and me and the open road baby.”

“You’re a grown child.” You laughed, letting him snuggle against you as you wrapped your arms around him and ran your fingers through his hair. You could already hear his breath evening out as he started to fall asleep. Once he did fall asleep you knew he wouldn’t wake up in ten minutes and you would definitely not be able to pry yourself out from beneath him, which was exactly why he laid this way.

“You’re so warm.” He mumbled, kissing your collar and neck as he started to doze off.

“I’m glad I can warm you up.” You teased. The mission would have to wait but you knew Peter was right, there would be other jobs.

First time ever writing Peter Quill. 😬

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a-simple-lee · 6 years

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Unprecedented change - Peter Quill and Teen!reader

Summary: spending the evening in another galaxy with someone you didn’t know eight months ago was not something you’d expected. Yet here you are.

(Wordcount: 966)

As far as kids these days went, you reckoned you were pretty normal - a little nerdy, maybe, but hey: there were worse things to be. Just like the rest of the general population, you had hopes, dreams, and aspirations. Each and every one of them were fairly mundane; run of the mill, graduate-and-go-to-uni type things.

Which was probably why it had never occurred to you that at the ripe old age of 16, you’d be bouncing a rubber ball, sitting on a foreign planet with four - or was it five? - suns, next to a criminal of literal universal status. Nevertheless, this reflection didn’t exactly come as a shock; the guardians had stopped off on earth a few catastrophes ago, and - well, everyone knows the classic story of teenage-civilian-meets-superheroes.

...Moving on. Things naturally progressed from there, and now you found yourself on a vacation of sorts, with a group of people you were closer with than you’d ever expected to be.

Something hit you in the back of the head, hard, quickly followed by a burst of laughter - you immediately retracted all thoughts about closeness and friendship. These people were borderline abusive.

“Ow! Peter!” It was another ball, landed next to your foot. You grabbed it and spoke to the idiot behind you.

“Hey, yknow I think it’s a bit unfair you didn’t at least turn around to check it was me-”

“I don’t need to, jerk, you’re laughing at me. Plus, apart from Rocket, you’re the only one here who would willingly hit me.”

“Okay, fine - but you can’t blame me for a bit of target practise”

At this point, you turned around to face Peter, who looked less guilty than he probably should.

“Yes, I can - I literally - that’s what this conversation is, I-”

“Yeah, but you can’t blame me.”

“Are you serious?! I can totally blame you! You threw a ball at me!”

“I guess, but we don’t have to look into specifics here-”

“There’s nothing specific about- okay, y’know what? Here!” You tossed the ball in his direction, putting a little extra force into it so it’d hurt. Quill caught it before it could do any damage, and grinned.

“Nice try.”

“Eh, I’d call it more of a distraction-” the second ball left your hand, hitting Peter in the face. “-but it was nice, thank you.”

“Ow! Hey!”

“You can’t blame me! Just some target practise!” It was nothing short of incredible to watch the look of sheer horror that overtook Peter’s face; you sat back with a grin, and tried to hold back any laughter - which, you decided, was one better than what Pete had managed.

“You...You’re the walking personification of a fart.”

Nevermind. You let out a few giggles before spluttering, “First, I’m not walking,” - a gesture to your seat on a boulder proved your point - “Second: don’t say personification, you don’t know what that is.”

Quill glowered at you, and moved to sit in a space on your boulder. “Maybe I don’t, but my point still stands-”

“-It doesn’t, we’re both sitting-”

“-You. Are. A fart.” Peter alliterated this with a few pokes to your torso, which had you flinching and giggling more than you’d care to admit. “Wait a sec, are you ticklish?”

You batted his hand away as he tried to test the theory, and sat up from where you’d slid down the rock.

“Pfft, no. I just find it funny that you think fart’s a legitimate insult, Dorklord.”

“Dorklord? Really? How is that any better?-” Your companion shifted so that he had you trapped on the boulder, hand moving to hover dangerously close to your sides. You looked away, trying to seem calm.

“Hmm, Dorklord, lemme tell you - I can think of more ways than one.”

“Call me that one more time, I swear-”

“Dorklord!” Maybe provoking him wasn’t the best idea, but you didn’t have any others.

“Not cool!” Definitely not the best idea, you decided, because in that moment Peter squeezed your side; you tried and failed to conceal a jolt, pressing your lips together to avoid any yelps getting out.

“Hey!”

“You are ticklish!” The grin Peter wore was not a good sign, but you didn’t get a lot of time to dwell on it, since he immediately launched a full-scale tickle attack on whichever spots he could reach, hands darting faster than you could try to grab them.

For some reason though, you didn’t mind that.

“Peheheter! Nohohoho!” Squirm as you might, Quill was - predictably - ruthless, and had already found multiple techniques that made you shriek, so when he started drilling his thumbs into your hips, you gave up trying to fight him.

“Peter, yes. I’m not stopping till you apologise!” He moved up to your neck, which drove you somewhat insane.

“Plehehease!” Giving in was beginning to look more tempting. But that’d mean losing your argument.

“All you gotta do is say sorry!” Peter sung, tickling out a tune on your sides as if you were some kind of instrument he knew how to play. His other hand moved to target another spot, which just so happened to be a really bad one, and you were flung into straight up hysterics.

“Woah, jackpot!”

“Alrihihihight, okahahahay! Ihihim- I’m sohohorry! Stahahap!” It was too much at that point, so you reluctantly gave in, residual giggles slipping out as Peter sat back.

“Thank you.”

“Whahatever, space nerd.” You muttered, seemingly unable to wipe a smile off your face.

“What’d you just say?” Peter was smirking at you worryingly again.

“Space...nerd?”

Bad decision; Starlord made a lunge for you again, only this time, you slid off the boulder, running away as he followed suit and chased you around. You reckoned your life hadn’t been so normal lately, but as Peter slowly caught up, it occurred to you that maybe you’d let it become that way.

#marvel #gotg #peter quill #reader insert #mine #tickle fic #ticklish!reader #my writing #mcu

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sarcastic-switch-blog · 5 years

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Marvel Edition: 1, 2, 3 and 4

( Note: Since there’s more than one Peter, I’ll be referring to Starlord as Quill. )

1. Ooh, a tough one. In the end, I think I’d have to go with Thor. He’s so big, and would easily be able to pin you down. On top of that, he’s very upbeat and playful, which I think would make him a great ‘ler.

2. Definitely Peter. He’s such a dork, and I can imagine him being super ticklish. He’d be one of those people who shout no repeatedly right before you wreck him. Plus he’s the youngest, which means the Avengers are mandated by law to tickle the snot out of him.

3. I don’t think Steve, Thor, and Peter would kind of all that much. In fact, I think they’d really enjoy it. I think Quill would like it too, though he’d get super embarrassed if anyone found out.

4. Loki would despise it to his very core. As the younger sibling, he likely would have received countless attacks from Thor growing up. He’d fight tooth and nail to get away it someone even threatens to tickle him.

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Guardians of the Galaxy: Family, Annoyance, Lost Patience

This is based off of lovely @amazingmsme and her three-word prompt :D I hope you like it and that it was everything you ever dreamed of!

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It was anniversary week for Rocket Raccoon, his least favorite time of the year. And he knew what to expect in terms of feelings, nightmares, and quick tempers for the week. His crew, however, did not.

Day 1 was capture day. Rocket remained reserved, confining himself primarily in his quarters for the day as Quill and the rest of the team piloted through space.

There was one interruption coming from the big dense man himself, “Small furry angry creature, will you be eating with us tonight?”

Rocket’s ears twitched at the bluntness of Drax’s speech, and he replied with, “Nah, you go stuff your face. I ain’t hungry.”

“You haven’t eaten all day. And it is impossible to stuff a face, you can only fully stuff a mouth--”

“Alright, get outta here with your stupid factual bullshit!” Rocket tossed a spare bolt at Drax, the tiny object merely bouncing off the other’s muscular chest.

Drax looked down at his chest and then back at Rocket, “I can see you are thoroughly upset. I will leave now,” and he backed out of Rocket’s space. The raccoon sighed and he shook out his head, getting back to mindless work trying to build something.

Day 2 was needle day. So many tests and needless cruelty to all of his animal senses. Today was Gamora’s turn to test his patience, apparently.

“I said to fix it, Rocket,” Gamora ordered sternly, a patch of loose wires draped across the floor of the ship.

Rocket growled, “Why don’t you fix it yourself? Do I have to do everything around here!?”

“If I knew how, I would!” Gamora yelled right back at the smaller creature, narrowing her eyes at his behavior towards her. She turned around and stormed off without another word. Rocket, in a rage, tied all the wires back up into the wall and secured the loose panel they were supposed to be contained under. He didn’t have the energy to keep up being angry and stubborn about that issue. Plus, it kept him busy.

Day 3 was the first day of operation. Rocket chose to be closed off that day, silent, reserved. But he went about duties around the others to not induce more suspicion on his part. It seemed to work since he spent the whole day not encountering anyone.

Day 4... goddamn day 4. Rocket did not have a very sound night’s sleep. Flashes of his time at Half-World started coming to him in dreams. The more serious operations began. Chemicals, no anesthesia, pain, horrible horrible pain.

“Rocket, I got a-- woah, hey,” it was Peter this time who went to Rocket’s bed and got a look at him in the morning, “Wow, buddy, you look terrible. Did you sleep okay?”

Rocket’s lip twitched down into a frown, nose scrunching at the comment. It was really something harmless to say, just Peter expressing his concern. But Rocket took it as the rudest comment to ever reach his ears.

“Fine, Quill. Leave me alone.”

Peter frowned, “You can talk to me, you know. We aren’t strangers.”

“Okay, well, I don’t wanna talk. Not to you, not to anyone. So get outta here.”

Peter huffed and he took a step back, holding his hands up, “Alright, geez. You’re funeral. It’s better to let things out rather than keep them bottled up, you know.”

“Piss off!” Rocket snarled.

Peter quickly ducked out of the way of some metal object hurling towards his head, knowing to leave the angry raccoon alone for the time being.

The rest of the week got progressively worse for Rocket, and the team was picking up on it. Drax, Peter, Gamora, and little Groot met to discuss a plan of action to combat Rocket’s shitty attitude. They all came to the conclusion that Groot had the best chance of getting through to him. Older Groot would have known how to handle Rocket’s week of hell, but now that he was younger, his mind seemed to have shrunk and opened up fewer possibilities.

Humming cutely to himself as he skipped his way to the sleeping quarters, Groot wondered what he could do to brighten Rocket’s day. He climbed himself up into Rocket’s top cot, peering to see Rocket huddled in the corner of his bed, laying perfectly still save for his shallow breathing.

“I am Groot,” the baby tree greeted gently, a small smile on his face. He walked on the plush cot until he was right next to Rocket. He waited for some acknowledgement but didn’t get any. He tugged on Rocket’s shirt.

Rocket snatched his fabric back from Groot, “Stop it.”

Groot looked offended and then furrowed his little brow, “I am Groot.”

“’M fine. Now go.”

“I am Groot.”

“I said go.”

“I am Groot!” Groot climbed onto Rocket’s arm, but didn’t expect such a severe reaction.

“Leave me the hell alone!” Rocket roared, throwing Groot off his arm with a sharp heave.

Baby Groot squeaked when he was thrown across the cot, clinging onto the edge of the bed so he wouldn’t fall off. His little wooden eyes filled with tears and he sniffled before quickly escaping Rocket’s presence.

“G-Groot,” Rocket’s now hoarse voice whispered, “Groot, wait...” he could see the tears just forming in his friend’s eyes but it was too late. Apologies weren’t going to cut it. What kind of an asshole was he? To be yelling at Groot that harshly?

Rocket cursed to himself and gathered himself back into a ball, his heart aching from how he behaved. But he couldn’t help it. Yes, he fucking could. He was just acting helpless and weak.

Groot ran back to where he knew the others were, whining and crying. Peter turned his attention to the small tree creature and his eyes widened. He quickly dropped to a knee on the floor and let Groot run to him, picking up the little guy and cradling him to his chest.

“Hey hey, you alright? Why’re you crying, buddy?”

“It was Rocket, wasn’t it?” Gamora glared, standing closer to Peter.

Groot was sniffling and holding onto Peter, tears running down his cheeks, “I-I am Groot. I am Groot.”

Peter frowned, “I’m so sorry, Groot. We didn’t mean for that to happen. I’m gonna talk to him, okay? I promise,” Peter handed Groot over to Gamora.

“Make him pay for what he’s done to our little wooden friend,” Drax wished Peter when he saw the man walking away.

Peter rolled his eyes, “Will do,” he walked towards the sleeping quarters, unsure of how badly this chat was going to go. He just wished for no injuries.

“Rocket,” Peter didn’t begin in a soft voice or anything. No understanding. Not when he made Groot cry.

Rocket’s ears pressed flat to his head and he flinched.

Peter walked right up to the raccoon’s top bunk and looked at the mass huddled under blankets. Pitying him, Peter softened his tone slightly.

“Rocket, look at me, man.”

A whimper. No, it couldn’t be. Not from Rocket. Peter sighed and he hoisted himself up onto the bed where there was ample room.

“What’s going on with you?” Peter reached out a hand to touch Rocket’s arm, but he beat him to it. Rocket tore the blankets off himself and he looked straight at Peter.

“You wanna know what’s going on!? I’ll tell you what’s going on, you bastard,” Rocket’s voice was filled with pain, “I was torn apart and put back together again over and over this time years ago. Every fucking year, I-I gotta relive the pain I went through in that hell hole. How would you like to experience the same pain of being ripped apart limb by limb through nightmares a-and visions and every other friggin’ way!? You can’t! You don’t know...” Rocket’s voice wavered and tears dripped down his snout and cheeks, “And this whole week all of you.... with your damn annoying--- I lost it! I snapped, okay!? I yelled at Groot... I coulda hurt him...” he whimpered and then bit his lip, “I’m a waste of life. I’ve always been.”

At that point, Peter couldn’t take anymore and he grabbed Rocket’s shoulders, shaking the raccoon. He was angry. He shouldn’t be, but he was damn angry.

“Don’t say shit like that, Rocket! I’m... I’m sorry,” Peter still held onto Rocket’s arms, afraid to let him go, “None of us knew. No one here meant to get you mad. We care about you--”

“Pfft,” Rocket scoffed.

Peter frowned, “We do! All of us! Now stop doing that,” he let the raccoon go.

“Stop doin’ what?”

“You know what! Talking down about yourself. Saying that we don’t care. That you’re a waste of space, that you should never have been created. Hey, if you were never created, then who’d be here to keep us in check, hm? Who’d we have to fix our shit, to take care of Groot, to remind us that we’re a unit, that we’re.. That we’re a flippin’ family, man.”

Rocket’s entire stature diminished. His cheeks would’ve been holding a blush if they were colored. He felt so bad about himself now.

Peter sat there, hoping something would register with Rocket. Hell, the guy seemed to be broken, just sitting there without moving a muscle. Peter sighed and he leaned down to grab Rocket and grip him in a hug. He felt him struggle at first, not knowing what was going on, so Peter knew to hold him tight.

Rocket’s eyes widened and he sighed. He didn’t want to be touchy. He hated it. Touching always meant pain. It always did. And now here’s Quill, squeezing him like his damn life depended on it.

When Peter started stroking his neck and top of his head, Rocket melted. He hugged Peter back, more than anything leaning into him. How dare this damn stupid touch feel so good. Feel so loved. Peter felt Rocket relax immediately and he kept up with the petting.

Rocket sniffed and he pulled himself away from Peter’s arms albeit a little unwillingly, but he felt it was getting too awkward. He cleared his throat and wiped his eyes.

“You okay?” Peter asked once more.

Rocket nodded, sitting back down on his cot, “Yeah... Thanks, Pete.”

Peter smiled and he affectionately scratched behind Rocket’s ear, “We’ll always be here for you, Rocket.”

The raccoon’s tail twitched at the very pleasant scratching behind his ear, to which Peter chuckled at. Rocket shook his head away, growling, “Hey.”

Peter grinned, “Youhu’re such a pet.”

“And what’s that s’posed to mean?”

“You like getting pet,” Peter shrugged, still grinning, “Nothing wrong with it. It’s kind of adorable.”

Rocket narrowed his eyes, “Don’t call me adorable.”

“Too late.”

“You’re gonna get it, Star-Bum.”

“Try me, a-hole,” Peter smirked.

Rocket pounced, latching onto Peter and digging his clawed hands in wherever there was some soft Terran skin. Peter snorted and he dissolved into loud giggles.

Rocket grinned, happy to have the bravado and power back at least around Peter. This guy could make anyone feel better, Rocket was now sure of it. If he could knock him out of his hell week rituals, then he was damn good. Making him laugh was the least Rocket could do to repay him, right? Apparently he rode his high horse too long, seeing that he was taken down quite easily when Peter grabbed him around his small waist.

“Hey! Put me down!”

Peter chuckled, cheeks flushed with pink since he had just got finished laughing, “Nohot until you apologize to everyone.”

Rocket frowned again and he scratched the back of his head nervously, “T-They... They all don’t hate my guts?”

“We’re gonna find out right now,” Peter held Rocket and set him on the ground so they could walk to the control deck together. Upon getting there, Rocket froze when all eyes were on him.

“Uhh... I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting. I’ve been a dick to everyone--”

“But it wasn’t his fault. He’s had a rough week,” Peter chimed in. Rocket looked up at Peter gratefully.

“I dunno if you guys can forgive me,” Rocket looked down at the ground dejectedly.

There was a silence and Rocket only looked up when he felt a hand trying to grip his own. He saw Groot looking at him.

“I’m really sorry, buddy,” Rocket sighed, “I didn’t wanna hurt you. I feel awful.”

“I am Groot,” the tiny tree man smiled and he hugged Rocket’s leg. The raccoon beamed and he gathered up the small bundle in his arms and hugged him.

Next he felt someone’s gentle hand stroke the top of his head, “We forgive you, Rocket,” Gamora smiled.

“I too forgive you for being an insufferable rodent,” Drax offered his acceptance as well, to which Rocket rolled his eyes. He wouldn’t have his family any other way.

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