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Certain Sensitivities

Certain Sensitivities Lockwood x Reader

Summary: You come to discover that sight isn’t Lockwood’s only sensitivity A/N: I wrote this one kind of romantic since I hadn’t yet posted my requesting guide when I receive this. I had a great time writing it although it’s not my first preference so any new readers please check out my requesting guide :D Requesting Guide Here Word Count: 1.7K

“Glad to see you finally back,” you admitted as you met Lockwood at the front door. He smirked and shook his head, fully anticipating a lecture. “It’s almost curfew, you know?” You asked, crossing your arms.

He shrugged off his jacket and hung it up on the hook in the hall before taking a few more cocky steps towards you. “Worried about me, were you?” He asked, stopping right in front of you.

“Of course,” you admitted, mirroring his smirk. “Without you, I don’t get paid.” You reached to loosen his tie, then kept it in your hands as you slowly brought them down the material. Once you reached the bottom you let it drop from your hands and gently rested them on the front of his sides. Only for a moment and with barely any pressure at all but it was enough to make him flinch and hitch his breath.

He pushed his tongue to his cheek and bit down, forcing his smile away, only letting himself laugh through his nose.

You waited a moment before doing it again, a little harder this time, scribbling your fingertips into his torso. He flinched harder and once he realized you were completely intentional in your actions; he locked his eyes with yours. “Cheeky,” he scolded, scrunching up his nose.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his bashful face that tried so desperately to keep his ‘Cool Guy Persona’ going. “What was that, Locky?” You asked, tilting your head as you tried and failed to bite back your giggles. 

He broke eye contact and rolled his eyes, forcing his attention to anything but you. Scoffing, he took a step to the side but as he did you reached out and tazed his sides. This time he jumped away from you and a desperate plea fell from his lips.

“No no no no no,” he scolded, quickly pulling away to grab your hands and force them away from his sides. 

You’re sure you’d never seen him move that fast in his life, it was amusing to say the least to watch him crack like this.

Sighing, he held your wrists at his chest, one in each hand to ensure you couldn’t move them. This only resulted in him pulling you closer as you laughed at him. “God, you look like the cat who ate the canary,” he scoffed.

“Anthony Lockwood, I had no idea you were-” He dropped your hands and pushed himself gently away from you, making his way to the living room.

“Don’t say it,” he interrupted you. If it wasn’t for the smile he was trying to repel, you would have thought he was angry with the speed in which he left the room.

“Now hang on a minute!” You called and turned heel to follow him. “You can’t expect me to just leave this alone.”

“Oh, you don’t have a choice,” he challenged, fiddling with various things on the coffee table. It seemed he was doing almost anything to avoid your eyeline.

“Don’t be embarrassed-” 

“I’m not embarrassed!” He insisted, cutting you off and continuing his business.

“It’s adorable,” you defended, casually moving closer.

“I-” He cut himself off, doing a double take. “Adorable?” He questioned and snapped around to face you, only to find you almost chest to chest. “Bloo-dy hell!” He dropped the magazine in his hand and jumped away from you, quickly moving behind the couch.

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter and his fright. He glared at your fit and put his hands on his hips, frowning as his face burned red. 

Once you calmed down you crossed your arms and asked, “So, iron repels ghosts and you’re scared off by the threat of tick-”

“Oh don’t be egomaniacal,” he discouraged. “It doesn’t suit you.”

“No,” you agreed. “Really more of your thing isn’t it?” You asked as you began to walk around the couch.

At your movement, Lockwood mirrored you and moved around the couch. “A-alright, enough!” He held out a hand to warn you off but it didn’t stop you from running after him, chasing him as he turned to run up the stairs.

“Prestigious, Champion Ghost Hunter and you’re really afraid of me?” You called out.

He ran into his room but before he could shut the door he turned and saw you hot on his tail, practically crashing into him and tackling him onto the bed. “Oh come of it!” He exclaimed, shuffling back but having very little success as you trapped him onto the bed.

As you climbed on top of him, you wasted no time in digging your hands into his waist to which he wrestled his hands with yours and threw his head back in laughter. “Plehehehehease!”

“Quick to beg,” you observed. “I think I like you like this,” you teased, pausing slightly to bring your face closer to his.

“Oho, plehease,” he scoffed. “You always like me,” his charming smile seemed so much sweeter in this state.

Scoffing at his haughty behaviour, you responded by digging your fingers into his ribs. “That’s right, cling to your pride,” you teased. “It’s all you’ve got now.”

He pulled his arms in and fought to cover his ribs since his movement was restricted by the torment being inflicted on him. His cheeks burned red at every gasp or giggle that fell from his mouth and it wasn’t until you finally let up that he calmed down slightly.

As fond as he was of the physical affection, it was a maddening sensation and he couldn’t make sense of how he felt. He wanted you to stop but he didn’t necessarily want you to stop.

After a few more agonizing moments you let up and let him catch his breath. “Are you okay there?” You asked, poking his nose. It was endearing to see the smile plastered on his face,

He scrunched his nose and groaned, turning his face away from you, relaxing slightly. That only lasted a moment before you dropped your hands to where your lap would be, just above his belt.

He jerked aggressively and grabbed your hands before exhaling and dropping his head back onto the cushions. “Oh,” he breathed in relief. “I thought you were going for my stomach.”

“Hmm?” You hummed, causing him to open his eyes.

“No, no, no,” he went right back to wrestling off your hands the moment he saw the evil glint in your eyes.

“Why would that matter?” you teased, voice dripping in faux kindness. “Huh? Why would that matter?”

“Dohohon’t behehe CRUHUHUHULE-AHAHAHAA!” He arched up and threw his head back yet again, hands tightening around your wrist, giving up all efforts in fighting you off.

After a moment you took mercy and let up, giggling to yourself as he caught his breath. Lockwood kept his hold on your wrist and brought them up to his shoulders, forcing you to flop on top of him in an almost hugging position. 

Following his lead, you made yourself comfortable; half hovering and half leaning against his chest. Laughing as you did, you let your head fall to his chest, “I can’t believe this.”

He exhaled the excess laughter and replied, “believe me, neither can I.”

“I told you it was adorable,” you mumbled from his chest.

He scoffed and you felt his hands wrap around you, hugging you close. One rested on the back of your head and the other held firmly around your waist. “Oh, dohon’t start,” he growled.

“Me? I just wanted you to start coming home before it’s gets dangerous outside,” you defended. He only groaned in response to which you laughed and responded. “Ahand I think I know how to do it from now on.”

He practically flinched from the insinuation, “Oho you think so, do you?”

You snapped your head up to meet his eyes. “Yohou’re damn right I do-”

“So you were worried about me?” He asked, straining his neck to look you in the eye. Although you found he kept glancing at your lips.

Narrowing your eyes, you stared him down and grumbled, “Do you really wanna take this full circle?” He smiled and again, broke eye contact while his cheeks turned red. You leaned into his ear and whispered in warning, “Because I will.”

He flinched away from the feeling of your breath on his neck. “Alright! Alright, you win, i’ll wear a watch.” You smiled in victory, feeling quite proud of the evening so far. “Now would you be so kind as to release me? I’m sure George will be calling for dinner soon.”

You raised your eyebrows and scoffed, “Release you?” You jostled yourself as you spoke, “You’re the one with an iron grip on me!”

He hummed and swayed you back and forth slightly, making no moves to let you go. “You’re right, I do.” He smiled, showing off his perfect smile you were practically drunk on right now.

Neither of you moved for a second until you heard George call from downstairs. “If you two are finished, I’m plating now!”

Lockwood interrupted any thoughts you began to have. “Now do not go down gossiping about this,” he warned, loosening his grip enough for you to sit up.

“Oh, of course not,” you laughed and crawled off his bed, grabbing his hand to pull him up and walk him out of his room. “Wouldn’t want to damper your reputation with blushes and giggles.”

“I do not- Oh forget it,” he shook his head and cleared his throat, desperate to regain his composure.

He kept his eyes forwards, not ready to meet your eyes again in fear of blushing madly. When you arrived at the kitchen you immediately ran around the table to spill the information to George. He only shrugged and seemed surprised that the information was new to you.

“Oh, for God sake,” Lockwood cursed, dropping down into a chair where he rubbed a hand down his face to hide his shy smile.

You laughed at his change in demeanor and dropped it for the rest of the dinner. Verbally, at least, as you and George spend some time writing down his other spots on the thinking cloth. 

Lockwood knew something was off when he saw the two of you biting back laughter. He’d later read these notes and vandalism them himself in his defense. If one thing was for sure, it’s that he wouldn’t miss curfew anytime in the near future.

#anthony lockwood x reader #ticklish!Lockwood

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Here's another reason to watch Lockwood and Co.

The world so immerse and thought out. Everything is relatively practical so there's so much content and lore to explore.

Basically of the characters touch it, read it or look at it, you can explore that content online

They made full sets rather than just greenscreens

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I'm v aware that I barely have enough time for fics as it is but I WILL be taking requests for this masterpiece

George is baby girl and I die for a team dynamic

#lockwood and co netflix #lockwood and co tv show #lockwood & co #george karim #george karim x reader #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood

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I am BEGGING, from the depths of my heart, for people to watch Lockwood and Co this week.

This week determines whether we’ll get a renewal. IM BEGGING people to watch it; PLEASE let this be the show that breaks the Netflix curse. PLEASE let this be the show that EXCELLED despite Netflix not promoting it.

It’s a story of found family, three teens who would live and die for each other, who are all lost until they find one another. And they hunt ghosts. I MEAN COME ON 😭🙏

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Is there a specific way we go about requesting one shots? I'd love to request one of they're open but wanna be sure I do it right

Requests are open! Just tell me the character and plot you want, it can be as detailed or vague as you like

#answered asks #answered #answer

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Heya!

Would you Write a Steve x Eddie fic, or do you Prefer Only Eddie x reader?

Just Eddie x reader, I'm not sure I could get Steve into character. Thank you for asking!

#answered asks #answered #answer #eddie munson

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Ali Hadji-Heshmati as George Karim in Lockwood & Co. (2023-)

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THE FACT THAT ITS NOT TRENDING IN TUMBLR.

THIS IS A TUMBLR KINDA SHOW, GET ON BOARD YOU WONT REGRET IT

What I really don’t get about Lockwood and co is how it keeps falling under the radar. Like the books, I thought they were always so great and would appeal to so many ppl. Why weren’t they more popular? And the tv show? I’ve seen such crap shows get so much more action. Like it didn’t even trend on tumblr. Just kinda confuses me. Thoughts?

#lockwood and co tv show #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #lockwood & co #lockwood and co netflix

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As a fic writer, i need every reader to know that:

I don’t care if your comment is coherent. I know what you mean and i love you

I don’t care if you ramble. I read every word and i love you

I don’t care if you leave a comment on a fic from four years ago or leave comments/kudos on like ten of my fics in one go. This isn’t IG, pls stalk my AO3. I love you

I don’t care if you mention the same thing in your comment that four other people have already mentioned. It’s actually really useful to know what resonated with people and I love everyone who takes the time to tell me they liked a particular turn of phrase

I don’t mind if your comment is super long or just a couple of sentences, i love them all

I love you

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Hiya! I wondered if you’d accept a sandman request? x

Absolutely, I've got one in my inbox currently

Of course if it's not something I think I could do well I'll let you know. But I'm always open to accept new requests

#answered asks #answered #answer

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I can’t wait for you to write your next tickle Eddie story!

The next ons is going to be the final part of Distracting Hands! Posting this week

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hope you’re doing ok 😘

I took a week off work and I'm doing much better! Really getting back into the groove of writing

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okay I know you wrote ‘Want a Bite’ a long time ago but when I read it I got a whole new prospective. Like seriously tho, I was in class and in the middle of the lesson my classmate that was right next to me started taking off his hoodie. His shirt lifted up and so suddenly I thought: ‘biteable waste’ in telling you I looked at him like 😮 it doesn’t help that last night I had a dream about tickling him😭 (DONT ASK) but anyways, it was your fic that made me like this😭

The highest of compliments!

Its a gremlin thought but it's so valid. Men with good waists are criminals and they don't even know.

Hahaaa tickle crushes are a real thing I swear

#answered asks #answered #answer

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Candy Corny

Candy Corny Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Matt has an issue with your choice in snacks. Domestic Vibes A/N: I will not have Candy Corn Slander on this blog. Short ass drabbles written for Halloween Word count: 1.1K

“Oh God,” Matt gasped in disgust the moment he walked through the door of your apartment, putting his cane by the door after taking off his glasses. He moved expertly through the Halloween decorations the two of you hung up to come meet you on the couch.

You smiled up at him, scooting over for him to sit comfortably and continued snacking on your Halloween treat. You were sure you knew what he was scoffing at but for the sake of teasing him, you decided to be coy anyway. “What’s the matter?” You hummed innocently.

He wasted no time before sitting down and making his accusation, “How dare you bring Candy Corn into this apartment?”

“How did you even know?” You exclaimed, almost impressed, tossing a few more into your mouth.

From there it escalated, like most of your fake and ridiculous arguments did. At this point it was just a way to blow off steam at the end of the day.

“I can smell it.” He declared. “The whole block can smell it.” Despite his outburst, there was a giddy smile stretching across his face as he moved closer to you and tossed an arm over your shoulder to pull you into his chest.

“Well, you’ll taste it in a minute when I start sneaking them into your snacks,” you joked, snuggling into his chest.

“Yohou do that and i’ll tickle you in that place you can’t stand,” he threatened calmly.

Immediately you burst into frantic defense, shoving him with your shoulder to jostle him. “You. Can’t. Just. Use that threat every time!”

He laughed at your tantrum and moved his arm from the couch to your cheek to gently pull you in and kiss you through your laughter. Since it was Matt, the kiss deepened for a moment before he tugged away and started burying his face into your neck. You flinched and giggled, trying to pull him away by pushing at his chest. Then when that didn’t work you tried pulling his jacket off so it would tug him away by his biceps. When that didn’t work you just tucked your shoulder up to your cheek to try and pry him off.

“C’mere,” he coaxed, trying to keep his position. You shook your head, giggling out a ‘no’ as you kept shying away. “C’mere,” he tried again, his words only making the sensation worse.

When you couldn’t take it anymore you threw your head back and squeaked out a laugh, “MATT!” As a last resort you dug your hands into his sides and when he faltered and twitched you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. You hummed into his lips and tightened your grip until he pulled away for a breath and let out a subtle ‘ugh’ before trying to kiss you again.

“Um,” you pulled back, put a hand to his pecs and pushed him away with light ‘aggression’. “Did you just ‘ugh’ my kiss?” You exclaimed.

He grimaced and complained, “tastes like candy corn.”

You giggled at his scrunched-up face. “My evil plan all along,” you comedically admitted.

Matt didn’t seem amused at all by the growing smirk on his face. “I did warn you.” As he spoke you felt his fingers creep up your sides, past your ribs, and before you had a chance to stop him, into the hollow of your armpits.

“Matt!” You screamed, falling backwards, deeper into the couch.

“You only have yourself to blame, Sweetheart,” he tormented, not letting up as he put you on your back and climbed further on the couch to pin you down.

“Thihihis ihihihis soho unfahahair! Ihit’s-AH-Ihihit’s a vahalid c-candy chohoice and you neheed to gehet ohover your prejudice-Stohohop!” His fingers dug in throughout your screams of protest.

When he was finished, he planted his hands either side of your head, caging you into the couch. Still gigging, you bent your arms so you could rest your hands on his wrists and hold them gently. “Only because I love you,” he kissed your lips softly.

“If you love me then you have to love the candy corn,” you laughed against his lips, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. He groaned in response and dropped his head to your chest. “Come on, it’s once a year,” you teased and grabbed a handful of his hair to gently lift his head up so you could kiss him again.

When you released him, he smiled and groaned in defeat, “I guess if it’s only one month out of the year.” He sat up on the couch, pulling you with him then scrunched his nose up again. “How much do you have?” He asked, noticing just how potent the smell was in the room.

“Why? Did you want some?” You asked smugly, cuddling in close to him.

“Not even if it made me see,” he proclaimed. “I can still smell it.” 

You laughed at his frustration and reached out to tap the coffee table in front of you. He turned his attention towards the noise and picked up on the cause of the smell as well as the sound of a burning candle. “Oh, did I not tell you about the Candy Corn candle I bought?” You asked, feigning innocence.

“You didn’t,” he pleaded.

“Consider this pay back for the all the times you tickled mehe,” you laughed, barely able to get the words out, shrinking from being so flustered.

“Uh-uh,” he shook his head, “you don’t get away with this by being cute.” Matt tucked his arm under your knees and pulled you over his lap so he could dig his hands into your waistline.

“Matt!” You tossed your head back and held tightly to his wrists. “They’re sweheeheet ahand delicious ahand ihihit smehehehells lihihike trihick ohor treheheating!”

“What can I say, if you control what the apartment smells like, I control what it sounds like.”

“Matt! I’m sohohorry! I’ll blow ihihihihit ohohout-”

“No, it’s okay,” he nodded in agreement, “Once a year, that’s fair. I’ll just wait until it burns out.”

You tried kicking in objection but your knees were caught between his arm and his chest. “Nohohohoho! Ihiht’s a threhehehee hour cahahahandle!” You protested.

He grabbed your thigh with one hand and started squeezing as you kicked, “Then you’re in for a long night, huh?”

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #ticklish!matt murdock #ticklish!reader

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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.

Web Design () Summary: 

Sidekick () Summary:

#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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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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Matt Murdock Masterlist

Devil Made Me Do It (K Words) Summary: College Era Matt hooks up with you at a Halloween party and find himself in a tricky situation when he’s handcuffed to the bed (SLIGHTLY NSFW: No actual sex but pre-foreplay)

Not So Scary (1.9k Words) Summary: In the midst of your criminal activity you have a run in with the familiar Daredevil where he finds a way to get what he needs from you.

Candy Corny (1.1K) Summary: Matt has a problem with your snack choice. Domestic Vibes

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #ticklish!matt murdock