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HELP I was SO LEE yesterday and STILL AM TODAY AKFHWKDHFJ (*´ー｀*) so here take this I guess it probably looks like chiz but I needed to draw some flustering tk art (⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎) (also cuz I rewatched Spider-Man 2 for like the fleventeenth time last night)
Ok bye gonna go hide in my blanket cave now (〃ω〃)
#sfw tickling community#tickle art#sfw twords#mushysart#spiderman tickle#spiderman#marvel tickle#tickle scenarios#ticklish!spiderman#ticklish!peter1#ler!doc ock#lee!peter#lee!peter1#aaaaaa
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Run
A/N; YO! Another fun lil Drabble while I decide on how on earth the next tiny story will play out! I really wanted to do something with a pair I haven’t seen all that often yet and soooo bam Loki and Pete! ✨
Summary; Peter plays a prank on the god of mischief, Loki remembers a little quirk the young hero possesses thanks to an involuntary squeak. Not that either of them really minded
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“Run.”
Peter did not have to get told twice as he immediately stormed off with anticipating and panicked giggles. He wasn’t sure why he decided to play daredevil and prank the god of mischief himself— well actually it was because he was bored. Hella so, with the avengers on a mission and only left behind with Loki who seemed to be engrossed by his books… boredom was inevitable.
Now what did he do you might ask; simple! He filled a bowl with pink glitter and put it at the top of the door and ultimately forgot about it until an hour later when he walked by just as the god fell into his trap.
Did he regret doing this? No. Not at all in fact as he literally snorted at the sight and told FRIDAY to take a picture.
Was he regretting it now? Probably not but his thoughts were running miles as he quickly rushed into the lounge, then the kitchen and around the counter. What would the god do when he caught him?! The avengers weren’t home until midnight! Sure he wouldn’t hurt him but it is the god of mischief after all!
Loki’s grin made goosebumps spread all over his arms and neck and a giddy smile forced its way onto his features. “Y-you know pink fihits you well.” He tried- and failed to choke back the giggle, his hand coming up to cover his mouth half heartedly. It was a sight to behold— the god of mischief hair and outfit full of shiny pink glitter.
Loki shook his head and tutted “tsk, tsk, tsk, you need to learn one thing kid; you don’t play mischief on the god of mischief.”
Peter squeaked and moved around the isle as Loki moved. “Why don’t we drop this and ohorder pizza?” The god grinned “my are we nervous Petey?” The teen gave him a small tiny whine as a reply which ripped a deep chuckle from the god.
Just that made Pete suddenly bolt for the lounge again— only to collide with something strong… or someone as he was suddenly thrown over the gods shoulder and they turned around. The decoy vanished, only further proving that he was on the gods shoulder “WAIT- wait wait NOHonononono! Loki cohome on it was a harmless prank! It’ll wash out I Promihise! UhUHUsing magic is Unfahair!” Peter tried- and failed to flail enough to get out of the gods hold, resulting in him hitting the man’s back.
Loki huffed and adjusted the boy. Peter yelped and his hands shot down Lokis back to prevent himself from falling over, only hearing the god chuckle at his reaction. They continued down the hall…. At least until the god subtly dug a little deeper into Peter’s back thigh and he squeaked out a protest “NOHo! StoHop that!yoHOu’re tickling mEHe!” Peter yelped and kicked out, one hand shooting off of the gods back to try and grapple at Lokis hands.
Loki stopped “this just got a whole lot more amusing.” The playful and mischief in the gods voice made Peter sputter and his escape efforts suddenly spiked- legs kicked out, hands flailed and a long protest of giggly “NO!”’s followed as they made their way back to the lounge. The anticipation made his already heightened sensitivity so so much worse.
“Cohohome on! It was just a lihittle glitter! I’m sorry!” Loki chuckled and threw the boy onto the couch in the empty lounge which he bounced off once or twice and immediately tried to get away “don’t lie to the god of mischief boy, you’re not sorry in the slightest” he warned before his hands latched onto Peter’s sides. It was true— Peter wasn’t sorry the apology just flew out of his mouth.
The girly squeal that emitted from the boy only fed the gods growing soft spot for the boy.
Peter immediately squeezed his eyes shut, turned and started wiggling around, his hands flying down to Lokis to try and catch them without much luck. The god’s hands practically flew through the boys defences, even with the Peter-tingle which only made this so much more fun — I mean worse!
“This’ll teach you not to lie or use mischief against the god of it.” Loki chuckled as he watched Peter’s cheeks heat up “NEhEhehehe IHihe- I wa- ahaHAha WaHas BoHohored!” Peter whined through hysterical giggles.
Loki hummed “I don’t see what makes you think that that qualifies playing tricks on me” he said and slowly moved over the boys stomach enlightened to hear his giggles become bubbly and childlike “now this is just sweet~” the god cooed.
Peter’s struggling lessened a little and his blush deepened. “nOHohoHO ihIHIhihi— Ihits NOhOhohot! AHAHA- LOHOKI!” Peter suddenly screeched when one of Lokis hands caught one of the flailing ankles and trailed a few scribbling fingers up his sole.
Peters enhanced strength proved to be helpful enough to yank his foot back but the attack to his hips made him recoil and shake his head, hands finally latching onto the offending fingers that drilled into the hipbones on both sides simultaneously.
“NAHAA! THiHIHis iHIs UnFaHAH- uNFahAHAir!” Loki chuckled “actually this is plenty fair.. this however..” Peter gasped when one of his hands was suddenly held up above his head and the second hand hovered just above his outstretched ribs and armpit.
“This is unfair.” The god grinned darkly. Peter spluttered and the ongoing giggles stopped him from forming a coherent word— a sentence right now was impossible.
“Are you regretting having pulled a trick on the god of mischief?”
An out. If he really wanted to he could’ve had this dropped now but at this point Peter was having way too much fun with the god and shook his head with a wobbly grin and an overall giddy expression.
Loki shook his head at the playfulness the Midgardian child had. He also wasn’t quite sure where all of that energy came from but he was more than happy to let their little game continue for awhile. “Wrong answer~”
Peter squeaked and practically jumped when Lokis hand faked out.
The boy opened one eye then the other. Loki grinned down at him, emitting a low giggly whine from the teen. “See.. I’m starting to think you enjoy this” he said and traced along the boys ribs. Gently enough not to dig in but definitely rough enough to get a sweet reaction out of the kid.
Peter giggled hysterically and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to cover his burning face as he shook it ‘no’. Though at this point his face wasn’t the only part that shimmered in a light crimson. His ears and neck joined his blistering cheeks beautifully.
Loki grinned “if you close your eyes you won’t see the attack Petey” that got him back the boys attention. The anticipating gleam in the boys eyes, the disheveled hair, the bright red hue that covered him it was a sight practically to coo over but Loki needed to prove a point and so scribbled over the boys armpit. He needed a good reaction, as far as the avengers Mission-times go they were never exactly accurate— but ho boy did he get a reaction when his fingers hit the skin.
Peter snorted, threw his head back with loud and boisterous cackles while his legs kicked out. Loki’s fingers drove the poor kid up the wall, somehow he knew exactly what spot and technique would get the kid to wither under his touch
“NAHAHA! IHIHI’M SAHA- SHOHORRYHEHEE! LOHOHOHKIHEHE- HEEE!”
With a chortle Loki let up and instead moved to tracing the kids belly “so what are you sorry for?” “Fohor pranking thehe god of mischiehehef!”
Loki hummed and squeezed his thigh where it had more or less all begun “and?” “LYHYING!” Peter squeaked out. “Lying what Pete?” The god grinned cheekily. “Don’t liehe to the god of mischief!”
Loki hummed happily “glad you came around.” He said and Peter chuckled, curling up to face the couch cushions.
“Naw don’t go hiding on me now” Peter’s squeaky giggles escaped his mouth quicker then he could cover it when the god scribbled over his back. He didn’t even know his back was ticklish!
The boy quickly turned back around and was about to say something before-
“Pete has a ticklish back?!” Came from the doorway making both, spider-child and the God of Mischief look up in utter bewilderment.
In the doorway, Sam, Bucky and Tony.
They didn’t even hear them come in.
“I’m so using that next time.” Tony chuckled. Peter whined “mister staaahaaark!” Loki gave a low chuckle. “And someone’s gone soft” Tony continued making the god flush bright red “he just needed an attitude adjustment and I happened to find out a rather interesting fact about our spider” He said and eyed Peter who immediately started giggling his little heart out.
“You should probably wash out the glitter before it gets everywhere.” The captain said as they walked in.
Peter chuckled. “I got him good though” he said before noticing the warning and menacing grin that spread on Loki’s features.
The boy squeaked and rushed out, incoherent words spilling all over the place with giggles prepped in. Probably leaving a trail of “nohooo”‘s and “I’m sorry”’s
Loki chuckled and shook his head.
The boy really has a weird thing for getting in trouble.
“You too reindeer games” Tony called from the kitchen which earned an eye roll. But Loki didn’t protest any further. The glitter had to leave.
Once out of earshot Tony grinned “FRI!”
#berry talks#tickle fic#Lee!peter#Lee!spiderman#ticklish!peter Parker#ler!Loki#lee!peter parker#berry’s hideout
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Peace and Quiet.
Lee!Peter Ler!Loki
(this is a tickle fic!! Purely fluff! NSFW don’t interact.)
Summary: Loki is trying to relax, but a little pesky teenager is bothering him with questions upon questions upon questions. God, someone make this kid shut up!
Author’s note: The fic is pretty short! Also this is my first fic in 6 months so im sorry if its not the best😭
Word count: 1.2k+
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It was a quiet evening. The Avengers were away on a mission, so Loki was left alone at the tower… or so he thought.
Loki was deep in the storyline of his current book of choice, relaxing peacefully on the couch as he read.
Suddenly, he heard the front door open as someone let themselves in.
Peter walked into the living room, where Loki was sitting. “Hey guys! I- oh…” He paused, looked around for a second, and then spoke again.
“Wheres.. uhm… wheres Mr.Stark?” Peter said nervously, clearing his throat.
Loki shrugged, not bothering to explain where the Avengers were.
“Okay well…” Peter stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before setting his backpack down near the entrance and walking over to the couch.
Peter plopped down, and Loki groaned silently.
Peter spoke “O-Oh i can move-“ “No, it’s fine.” Loki cut him off, a little irritated that his peace was disturbed.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, which Loki didn’t mind, but Peter, being Peter, couldn’t bare the silence.
“What’re you reading?” Peter turned to look at Loki.
“…A book.” Loki responded, lazily turning the page.
“Ah… nice… what book?” He asked more specifically.
Loki glanced at the cover “Lord of the Flies…” He went back to reading.
“Oh! Ive read that one!” Peter perked up.
Loki glanced at Peter. “…You have?”
“Yeah… a while ago.” Peter said enthusiastically.
“Hm.” Loki hummed and went back to reading.
Peter didn’t know what else to say, he was trying to make small talk, but that obviously didn’t work.
Peter spoke again, much to Lokis annoyance. “Can I ask you a question?” He blurted out.
Loki sighed, he thought maybe its just better to get this over with and then he can get back to his peace and quiet. “Go ahead.”
“Okay, cool. So… how… how is it like being here on earth and seeing all these stories about you?” Peter asked, he was genuinely interested.
Loki thought about it for a second. “…Its weird, but i am a god so i would expect no less.” Loki said, being his usual egoistical self.
“…Right.” Peter paused, and then asked again. “What were you thinking while trying to invade New York?”
Loki rolled his eyes. “I’ll let you know, that thats in the past. I’ve realized that being king of Earth would be pretty… underwhelming.”
Peter nodded, even thought he’s pretty sure Loki had just called ‘humans’ dumb he wasn’t going to press it. “Why are you still here? Why not go back to Asgard?”
Loki sighed, the kid was starting to get on his nerves. “I did go, but then i was imprisoned. So after that i decided to come here, lay low.”
Peter nodded again, feeling more relaxed around the ‘god’. “What are your powers?”
Loki turned another page, biting the inside of his cheek. Just a few more and then the kid will leave him alone. “I have many.”
“Like what?” Peter asked, resting his head on his hand and looking at Loki.
“…Illusions.” Loki was getting really irritated, he responded dryly.
“…And?” Peter leaned a little closer.
Loki sighed. “…shapeshifting.”
Peter looked at Loki like he was expecting something more. “Thats it?”
“No.” Loki answered.
Peter stared for a few seconds, waiting for Loki to say something more. “Then what else?”
Loki brought up his hand to rub his eyes. Why wont the kid shut up?? “Mind control.”
“Thats it?” Peter asks again.
Loki groans louder. “…no, thats not it.”
“What else?” Peter asks innocently, he really is just curious.
Loki keeps repeating the same two words in his head ‘don’t yell, don’t yell, don’t yell.’ “A lot more stuff.” Loki replies blandly.
Peter twists his head to the side “Like what?” He really wasn’t trying to annoy anyone, he just wanted to know.
Loki turns to look at the kid.
Peters curious expression turns to confusion. “…what?”
Loki murmurs something to himself. “…nothing.” He turns back to his.
“So…….. like mind control..?” Peter asks quietly.
Loki sighs. “I just said that.”
“Oh. Right….” Peter thinks for a second. “So.. teleportation?”
Loki closes his book, very annoyed. “Do you ever shut up??”
Peter is taken aback but the sudden outburst. “I- what..?”
Loki narrows his eyes. “You’re clearly disrupting me. Im trying to read. Don’t you know the others are on a mission? Why are you here???”
Peter scoots back a little. “I uh… i didn’t know..?”
Loki tries to calm down. “Go do something. I don’t know, go to Starks lab for gods sake!” He waves his hand dismissively.
“I would but uhh… its always locked.” Peter says, unaware of how annoyed Loki is.
Loki puts his head in his hands, reminding himself he isn’t allowed to hurt the boy.
Theres a moment of silence… before Peter breaks it. “…you want tea?”
Lokis eye twitches, thats it. “Im done. You’re done.” Loki grabs Peter’s ankle, and pulls him down flat on the couch.
Peter yelps. “W-waitwaitwait!!” Peter puts his hands in front of his face, to shield himself.
“Im not going to hurt you.” Loki says with an angry tone.
Peter removes his hands from in front of his face, a look of confusion plastered on it.
“Y’know Stark talks about you when he’s drunk. Its quite amusing, some valuable information he gives us.” Loki states, with and edge of amusement in his tone.
“W-what do you mean?” Peter asks nervously.
Loki groans at the question, enough with the questions. “This ought to calm you down.”
Before Peter can ask of what Loki means for the second time, he sees Lokis hands dart to his sides.
Peter yelps. “Wait! No! Hold on!”
“Shut up.” Loki starts squeezing Peter’s sides rapidly.
“Gahah! Wahait!” Peter squirms, trying to fight Lokis hands off.
“Don’t try and fight me.” As he sees the kid laughing he cant help but smirk to himself.
“Wai-no! Plehease! Im-nahaha!” As Peter tries to form words in between his laughter Loki chuckles.
“Oh now you decide to shut up?” Loki says teasingly.
Peter shakes his head, his cheeks becoming a warm shade of pink.
“No? Youre not going to shut up?” Loki hums, switching to tickle his stomach instead.
“AHAH! Thahats not what ihi meheheant!!” As Peter squirms wildly Loki has a harder time holding onto him.
“Tell me youre not going to bother me anymore, then ill let you go.” Loki says in a monotone voice, yet theres a slight smirk present on his face.
Peter nods, too busy laughing to actually say it.
“Nonono, say it. I want to hear it.” Loki doesnt let up, his hands moving even faster.
“I cahaHANT!!” Peter threw his head back from laughter.
“Thats too bad then.” Loki suddenly dipped his hands into Peters armpits.
Peter practically howled. “OKAY OKAY OKAY!! FUHUHUCK!!” Peter shook his head violently. “IM NOHOT- IM NOT GOING TO BOHOTHER YOHOHOUAHAHA!” Peters whole body shook from laughing so much.
Loki stopped after a few seconds, chuckling.
Peter gasped for air. “Man… ah…”
Loki picked his book back up, flipping a page, smirking. “Had enough?”
Peter nodded, getting up.
“Good. Now run along, or do you want to go for round two?” Loki looked up from his book, locking eyes with Peter.
“No! No. Im good. So good.” Peter quickly got up from the couch.
Loki nodded, going back to his book.
Peter quickly went to get his backpack and went upstairs. He was definitely not going to bother the trickster god again… or at least that's what Loki thought.
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Sneak Peek
Summary: You are too eager to open your presents, so you figure one peek won't hurt. The Avengers know just the right way to playfully punish you.
Note: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! I hope you guys have been able to spend quality time with family and friends! I hope you enjoy this fic!
Word Count: 1644
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You were living at the Avengers compound with many of the Avengers, including the Widow sisters, Steve, Peter, Wanda, Kate and many others. This was your second time celebrating Christmas with them, so you were more used to the traditions.
Bright and early in the morning, you guys would open presents and then eat a nice big breakfast. Each year they would rotate who would cook. This year, it was you, Peter and Wanda. However, you were looking forward most to opening presents. You were so eager that you couldn’t wait for morning.
You snuck downstairs quietly, making sure to not make any noise to not get caught. You tiptoed towards the tree, using your phone flashlight to look for the gifts that had your name on it. You grabbed a box that had your name on it, being careful to not let the wrapping paper make too much noise.
You had succeeded in making a pile of your gifts and were ready to start peeking. However, you were so focused on being quiet that you didn’t notice Fanny and Lucky coming up behind you. The two dogs were so interested in the tree and presents and came up next to you. Fanny licked your face, as Lucky nuzzled into your neck.
You let out a yelp of surprise, gently pushing the dogs away.
“Fanny! Lucky! What are you guys doing?” You whispered, knowing the dogs would not answer.
The dogs panted and started sniffing the boxes around you.
“Don’t open those!” You said, trying to move them away from the dogs. However, you got frazzled and let a few boxes topple, causing a loud noise.
You panicked and wondered about what to do next. You could either stay and tell them the truth, stay and blame it on the dogs, or run and hide in your bedroom.
You decided to stay and blame it on the dogs.
“I owe you one,” you whispered to the dogs, as they continued to smile.
“Y/N, what on earth is going on?” Natasha asked, walking out and looking half asleep.
“The dogs were trying to open the presents, so I came down to try and stop them before it was too late,” you explained, hoping that your lie would work.
Natasha eyed you suspiciously, knowing that the dogs were asleep before they went to bed.
“How did you know they were opening the presents?” Natasha asked you.
“Umm, I just heard them,” you insisted stubbornly.
“You know we have security cameras around the compound, right?” Natasha said, now smirking.
“Don’t check them!” You blurted out
“What is all this racket?” Yelena said, coming out of their bedroom, her accent strong as she had just woken up.
“I caught Y/N lying and trying to peek at her presents,” Natasha said, as you shook your head and tried to retell your lie to Yelena.
“It was your crazy dog!” You insisted, scooting away from the two sisters.
“Let’s just see, shall we?” Natasha said, reviewing the security camera footage with Yelena.
Just as the footage ended, you made a run for your room.
“Get back here, Y/N!” The two sisters called after you.
“Never!” You shouted, giggling because you knew you were busted.
You closed the door quickly to your room, only to have it opened a second later.
“No! Leave!” You said through giggles, as you backed up against the headboard of your bed.
“You’re in so much trouble, little one,” Yelena said, as the two sisters pounced on you and pinned you to the bed.
“Nohohoho! Lehehet me gohohoho,” you giggled hysterically.
“We’re not even tickling you yet,” Natasha said with a grin.
“Buhuhut I knohohow you wihill,” you giggled, shrieking as Natasha began drilling into your ribs.
“GAAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP,” you screamed, unable to squirm much underneath them.
“I can’t stop because I have to tickle little girls who lie all the time,” Natasha said, listening to the sweet sound of your giggles.
“Me too,” Yelena said, now tickling your feet and joining in.
“NOHOHO IHIHIT’S TOHOO MUHUHUCH,” you cried, feeling tears welling up in your eyes.
“Awww what are you, a little baby?” Natasha teased, worming her hands into your armpits.
You wheezed with laughter, tapping the bed to signal that you surrendered.
The two girls let you have a break, knowing that you were too ticklish to handle them for a long time all at once.
“So, are you going to tell the truth?” Yelena asked, giving your knee a squeeze.
“No!” You yelped, trying to pull your leg away.
“Liars get tickled~” Yelena said, switching spots with Natasha and squeezing your sides rapidly.
“AHAHAHAHAHAA NOHOHO MOHOHORE,” you squealed, arching your back to no avail.
“Admit it,” Yelena said, grinning down at you.
“OHOHOKAY FIHIHINE IHIHI WAHAHAS SNOOHOHOOPING,” you shouted, laughing until you were pink.
“That’s what I thought,” Yelena said, poking your tummy.
“You guys are so rude,” you pouted.
“Aww c’mon don’t act like you don’t love to be tickled,” Natasha teased, as you blushed and didn’t answer.
“It’s late, Y/N, you need to go to sleep,” Yelena scolded playfully.
“It’s a little too late for that,” Natasha said, as the sun started to rise.
“Well, guess you’ll get to open those presents after all,” Yelena said.
“So you tickled me for nothing?” You asked in disbelief.
“Oh don’t worry, we had a blast,” Natasha said, as you rolled your eyes playfully.
The three of you headed downstairs to open presents. You eagerly greeted the others downstairs, excited to open presents. You all sat in a circle and took turns opening your gifts. You received some new clothes, a book of your favorite series, a new journal, and some colored pens.
“Alright, let’s get that breakfast going,” Wanda said, in charge of the two kids helping her.
“Do we have to,” you and Peter both whined, wanting to play with and use your new gifts.
“I know you guys want to play that new video game Peter got, but this year it’s our turn to cook,” Wanda said.
“I refuse,” you said cheekily, as Wanda raised an eyebrow at you.
“Is that so?” She asked.
You nodded your head nervously, as Wanda pinned you with her powers immediately.
“No please! I’ve already been tickled,” you pleaded, knowing that this time would be even worse.
“You can never have too many tickles,” Wanda said, squeezing your hips.
“HAHHAHAHAHAAHA,” you laughed, unable to hold it in.
“You know there’s no escaping this, Y/N,” Wanda said, using her nails to tickle under your chin, making you squeal with laughter.
“Wow, you’re ticklish everywhere,” Wanda teased, as you shook your head in denial.
“STAHAHAHAHAP,” you cried, as Wanda tickled away at your stomach.
“PEHEHETER IHIHISNT HEHEHELPING EITHER!” You cried, trying to avert their attention.
“Hmm, you’re right,” Wanda said, pinning the young boy next to you.
“Steve? Wanna help?” Wanda asked.
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Steve said, switching positions with Wanda. The witch was now by Peter, pinning his arms above his head and tickling his armpits.
“NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE,” he cried, knowing that his armpits were his worst spot.
“You’re just as much of a troublemaker as Y/N,” Wanda teased, as the poor boy was crying with laughter.
Steve came over to you, giving you a smirk.
“Well well well, what do we have here, Y/N? You just can’t stop causing trouble huh?” Steve asked, going towards your feet.
You groaned in anticipation, curling up your toes to protect them.
“Just get it over with,” you whined.
Steve decided to mess with you, going for a spot you weren’t expecting. He started to tickle your shins and over the tops of your feet, making you jerk out of surprise.
“GAH NO WHY AHAHAA,” you laughed, jumping from the sensation.
“Gotta continue the storyline of you being ticklish everywhere,” Steve said, now scratching behind the back of your knee.
“STAHAHAHAP THAHAHAT TIHIHICKLES,” you shouted.
“That’s the point,” Steve said with a grin.
“Now are you and Peter gonna help with the cooking?” Steve asked, continuing to torment your lower body.
You looked over at Peter, as he had given in after a bit of tickling from Wanda. She was the ultimate ler, but you were also the most stubborn girl on earth, so you were not going to give in.
“Maybe Peter will help, but I won’t,” you said stubbornly, sticking your tongue out at Steve.
“Guess we gotta go for the kill, huh?” Wanda said, as Steve sat on your hips and Wanda sat above your hands.
“OH GOD NO! WAIT! I’LL HELP!” You quickly gave in.
“Hmm, I think we have to make sure,” Wanda said, as she used her magic to tickle all over your neck and started raking her nails rapidly in your bare armpits. Meanwhile, Steve began to wiggle his finger in your belly button, making you shriek with laughter.
“OHOHO MY GOHOHOD STAHAHAP IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAD!” You screamed.
“Yeah? Then we must be doing our job right,” Steve teased, as your face turned bright red from the laughter and embarrassment.
“IHIHI CAHAHAHANT! HEHEHELP IHIHI GIHIHIVE,” you cried, panting as they finally let you up.
“That’s what you get for being a brat,” they all said, making you feel greatly outnumbered.
“I am not a brat,” you insisted.
“We know you love being tickled, so the brat role fits you well,” Yelena chimed in, ruffling your hair.
You pouted and would never admit it, but you also knew you couldn’t take anymore tickles, so you decided to go help cook.
That Christmas was one of your favorites since it was the first time you helped cook the traditional breakfast. You looked forward to spending more time with them as the years went on, which also conveniently came with something you loved. Tickles.
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The mischief duo
"Ohhh Y/N~ come out come out wherever you are" Bucky said as he walked into the living room with Loki by his side.
You quickly rolled up into a ball and kept hidden under the blanket that you threw over yourself as you laid under the couch.
"If you come out now then maybe Lokes and I will have a little mercy on you" Bucky continued to taunt as Loki laughed.
"But it's unlikely" Loki said with a mischief grin as he and Bucky walked through the living room searching for you.
Now how the hell did you get into this sticky situation, well I'm glad you asked.
You and Peter had set up a few pranks, like putting Star Wars stickers on Bucky metal arm with super glue and switching Loki's hair care products (because of course he has them for his precious raven hair) with pink hair dye.
They had immediately known it was you for some reason and began searching the compound with you running from room to room.
Suddenly you felt a cold metal hand grab your ankle and pulling you out from under the couch, with a yelp you looked up and saw Loki and Bucky grinning down at you.
"Hi" you said with a fake innocent smile hoping you could fool them but couldn't help but laugh at Loki's bright pink hair and the stickers on Bucky's arm
"Oh you think this is funny? We'll give you something to laugh about Little Dove" Likes grinned and threw you over his shoulder.
"Hey-y what is that for" You giggle softly as you hang upside down.
"No need to act innocent Y/N, we are going to tickle you to pieces for what you did" Bucky said with a stupid smirk that matched Loki's as they walked through the halls and towards the gym.
You immediately blushed brightly at the thought of being tickled by the both of them and kicked your feet out, while still hanging over Loki's shoulder.
The god simply laughed and wrapped an arm around your legs to stop you from kicking him and scratched over the sole over you foot since you were only wearing socks.
You kicked out your feet while giggling as you wiggle around to try and get down which only caused Loki to tighten his grip on you.
"Now it's very simple" Loki said with a smirk as he threw you onto the couch and straddled your waist while Bucky pulled your arms above your head "If you tell us who helped you pull off those little stunts of yours, we'll let you go".
"Nope, not happening" you said quickly with a grin as you looked up at them.
"Oh now you're just asking for it" Bucky grinned before dragging his nails over your ribs.
You bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing but that idea went out the window when Loki started to scribble over your tummy.
You giggled softly and sucked in your tummy but that didn't do shit because the stupid god just squeezed your sides which caused a belly laugh from you.
"Your laugh is just so adorable Y/N" Loki cooed as he dipped his picky in your belly button and stroked around on your tummy with his thumb.
"i-i do NOthhihibih"! You giggled as you tried to get away from his hands.
"I knew you were ticklish but this i didn't expect" Bucky taunted from behind you before suddenly drilling into your ribs.
You threw your head back as you laughed hysterically, everyone on the team knew that your ribs are one of your dead spots and took advantage of it almost everyday. But not like Bucky did, he counted your ribs while you went breathless with laughter.
"BUCKY STOP ITHIHIHIHI" you screamed through your laughing as you tossed around.
"Only if you tell us who helped you" they both said with that stupid smirk.
"Okay OKAY"!
"Hmm I don't know, who knows if you might lie" Buck said as he tapped bis chin in thought.
"It was Peter" you said out of breath.
"The spiderling, i should have known" Loki laughed before looking at Bucky "Think the kid had enough for now"? He looked at you with a laugh.
"For now, but rest assured Doll we'll come after you again after we have had a little chat with Peter" Buck said with a dark chuckle before letting go of your arms.
"Now I like the sound of that, a little mischief is always good" Loki said with a smirk before climbing off of you and kissing your forehead, he and Bucky walked off towards Peter's room with the same evil grin.
You didn't wait a second before running towards your room just as you heard Peter's hysterical laugh through the halls "You traitor"!
You locked yourself in your room for the rest of the day and even though you were exhausted from laughing you couldn't get rid of the goofy smile on your lips.
You had learned a lesson today, never mess with the Mischief duo, or at least.
Never get caught ;)
#tickle fic#marvel tickle#ticklish!reader#lee!reader#tickle punishment#ticklish ribs#bucky barnes#ler!bucky#ler!loki#peter parker#avengers tickle#lee!peter
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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.
#sprite🥤#fanfiction#tickling#tickle fic#marvel fic#marvel#marvel fanfiction#guardians of the galaxy#ticklish!peter#lee!peter#ticklish!starlord#lee!starlord#star lord#peter quill#gamora#ler!gamora#ler!peter#mantis#lee!mantis#fanfic#guardians of the galaxy fanfic#gotg fanfiction#gotg mantis#gotg peter#gotg gamora#drax
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Finding the giggles again - Teaser
Lee!Peter
Ler!Tony
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Peter was in his room and felt like he could broke down into tears in any second. Sometimes the work from Spiderman just overwhelmed him so much that he wanted to lay in bed all day and do nothing. And that’s one of these days.
Peter was laying in his bed, had his pajama on and was wrapped completely in several blankets. He tried to cheer himself up with funny Youtube videos but nothing helped. Emotions just overflowed him but none of these emotions where happiness...
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Hope you are ready for the fic💕✨️
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draw more peter tickless pls
I was rushing to finish it because it is night-
don't ask where did the hands came from, because idk-
#sfw interaction only#sfw#sfw tickle blog#sfw tickle community#sfw tickling#tickle content#lee!peter#anon ask#anonymous#art
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!!A Peter Parker Thing!!
I LOVE LEE PETER 2 SO HERE IS A THING!
Peter 2: *being sad or upset about something*
Peter 1: Hey big bro, are you alright?
Peter 2: Yeah,just having a day.
Peter 1: Oh, well is there anything I can do?
Peter 2: *Sighs and rests his head on his brother’s shoulder* I just needa hug…
Peter 1: *Smiles and gives his big brother a hug* Im here for you, you know?
Peter 2: *nods*
Peter 1: *Mischevious grin*
Peter 1: *Squeezes and wiggles his fingers into his brother’s sides*
Peter 2: AHAHA!! Peter you little-!!
Peter 1: Do you feel better now?
Peter 2: Yes <3
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ooh!!
number 7 for the prompts-
with lee spiderman and any other character of your choice? :O
Ok so I didn't know which prompt list you wanted so I decided to do both? I hope that's OK ^^.
7a. “Don’t lie to me, I know you like this.”
7b. “I happen to know a weakness of yours.”
I decided for Bucky as the ler cause it's a personal favourite of mine hehe. This is also long enough to be a proper fic but EH its fine.
I'm sorry this was so late I hope you like it!
Masterpost Link
"This is bullshit." Bucky muttered as the screen flashed an insulting '10TH' next to his characters name. Mario Kart never was his strong suit...
They had been at this for hours. And every time was the same. Peter breezing through the course - leagues ahead of the competition, and Bucky left stranded in the dust. To be fair, he had only come last the first few races and was now consistently above 11th.
"I guess you can't teach an old dog new tricks..." Peter grinned, eagerly spamming the button to start the next match.
Bucky glared, before gluing his eyes to the screen. Oh this time. This time he was gonna win.
...
He didn't.
"I'm done!" He tossed the remote aside, head resting on his upturned hands in a mix between disbelief and frustration.
Peter laughed. "What's the matter old man? Struggling with the games of the youth?"
"Watch it, Spider-kid."
"Or what?" He smirked.
Peter knew he was pushing his luck here, but damn it was fun winding Bucky up. Nothing seriously bad would come of it but, if he was lucky, there was one outcome he was specifically pining after.
"You know exactly what I can do." Bucky said, winking threateningly.
Butterflies stirred in Peter's belly, but he wouldn't stop there.
"Oh no! You'll blind me with the shininess of your funky cyber-limb! Whatever will I do!" He taunted. You could taste the sarcasm in Peter's voice, digging himself deeper and deeper into the teasing-bucky-hole. "You got nothing, grandpa."
"I got nothing, huh?" The 'grandpa' smirked, turning to face the boy. "Well, I happen to know a weakness of yours..."
Giggles were already bubbling around Peter's insides as he slowly slid himself away from the threat.
"What's the matter Petey? Cat got your tongue?" Bucky lurked closer, almost prowling his arms along the couch.
Before Peter could decide whether his heart was pounding out of nerves or excitement, Bucky pounced. He tackled Peter backwards onto the cushions, ending up in some weird bear-hug-crossed-with-spooning position. With one arm hooked under Peter's exposed left armpit, and the other stuck under Peter's right side, Bucky was in the perfect position to attack.
"Spidey, spidey, spidey." Bucky tutted, his right arm wriggling tauntingly near Peter's abdomen. "If you wanted a hug all you had to do was ask~!"
"Nohohoho Bucky pleeeeeease!"
"Nope nope nope you got yourself into this mess!" He chuckled, gently beginning to scratch Peter's tummy.
"BUHUHUHUCKY!" Pete squealed between his (frankly adorable) giggles, kicking his legs into the couch and squirming as best he could in Bucky's (quite literally) iron grip.
"Oh Petey! What ever could be the matter?" Bucky grinned, softly pinching and prodding up the little Spider's ribs. "You wouldn't, by chance, be ticklish would you?"
"NONONONONO!" He squeaked with each movement, high pitched laughter trickling helplessly out of his weak but frantic smile.
"You're not?" Bucky paused for a moment, partially to give his victim a bit of a breather. "Well, you must not mind if I do THIS!"
Without a moment for Peter to beg, Bucky scritched his fingers all around Peter's stretched armpit
"BUHUHUHUCKYYY!" Peter squealed. "IHIHIT TICKLES SO BAHAHAHAD!"
"Don't lie to me, I know you like this."
"NOHOHOHO!" Peter's hand awkwardly shot down to cover his absolutely beet red face, knees curling up as best he could into some sort of tease-proof fetal position.
Like that would work.
Bucky just tickled even harder
"AAAAAAA tickle tickle tickle! AAAAAA tickle tickle tickle!" He teased, lifting his hand from wherever it was teasing with the 'AAA' and plunging it down somewhere else when saying that dreaded word that Peter loved hated so much.
"BUCKY STAHAHAHAP!" Pete screeched with each squeeze.
"You know you liiiiiike it!" Bucky teased, rubbing his stubble against what little of Peter's neck he could access.
"BUHUHUCKY!" Peter was begging at this point, every muscle tensing in ticklish torture. "PLEHEHEASE SHUHUT UHUHUP!
"Awwww." Bucky cooed, "Does Petey not want me to say how much he loves getting tickle tickle tickled?"
As Peter's oxygen levels swiftly declined, and his struggling grew weaker and weaker, Bucky slowly decreased the intensity of his unbearable torment. Eventually, the pair were left in a (mildly uncomfortable) hug pile. Peter still softly giggling and panting in a half-conscious state, Bucky grinning as he gently ruffled the superhero's hair.
And, surprise surprise, this wouldn't be the last time Peter annoyed Bucky into more impromptu tickle attacks.
#mini fic#fic#fic prompt#mine#spiderman#ticklish spiderman#ticklish peter parker#lee!peter#ler!bucky#NOT A SPIDEY BUCKY SHIP#NO ROMANTIC WHATSOEVER#again im sorry this took so long#hope its good#i know i tagged it mini fic but theres nothing mini about this
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Cure For a Bad Day—MCU
No thots. Just a silly fluffy Irondad thought I had to turn into a story. :3 If you don’t like, don’t read. But if you’re here for Irondad fluff or just fluffy Marvel tickles, then come on in! OvO
Word Count: 5,000
Summary: After a rough week of school mishaps, Peter starts to doubt his future at being a good student and even being Spider-Man. It’s up to Tony Stark to remind Peter he’s still worth it, and bring back his mentor’s favorite smile. (This is a tickle fic duh, purely platonic)
Lee! Peter
Ler! Tony
If there was one thing Peter Parker was good at, was multitasking. How many other teens could juggle the responsibilities of high school while fighting crime almost every night in the not-so-friendly-neighborhood, and still manage to finish their homework on time for the next day?
Somehow he was able to do both.
But like any other student, he had his challenges. Like today, for example. Peter was in the middle of trying to finish a lab report essay for chemistry class. He was pretty stressed out, as he hadn’t had so much time to work on it for the past three weeks stopping midnight crimes and shenanigans almost four nights a week.
Now, here he was, hunched over at his desk, typing away at his laptop attempting to finish his lab report that was due tomorrow. He was mid-paragraph, stuck on page three out of the required five.
Normally, Peter would rack his science loving brain and throw something together quick, but tonight was different. He was having trouble figuring out more words and what to say in the report.
His eyes were starting to hurt from staring at his computer screen so long. His spine ached from being hunched over like a shrimp in his chair for hours. And his stomach growled; he had skipped dinner and was insistent with himself that he could have time to eat after he got his report done.
He looked at his bedside clock. 10:37pm. Oh come on! I’ll have to go to bed soon and I’m not even close to being done.
Peter sighed. Sometimes, his full time job being Spider-Man could really put a dent into his student life.
There was a knock at his door. “Peter? You alright?” the soft voice of his Aunt asked.
“I’m okay, Aunt May,” Peter stifled a yawn. “Just finishing up homework.”
“You said you were finishing up two hours ago.”
“Well this time, I mean it. I am almost done.”
“Alright if I come in?”
“Yeah. Go ahead.”
The sight of her tired, stressed, hunched over nephew saddened May. “Oh, Peter, you’ve been at that science report of yours all afternoon. Why not call it a night and get some rest?”
“I can’t,” Peter’s eyes stayed glued to his screen. The blinking curser that sat there unmoving for hours seemed to mock him. “I have to finish this tonight. This thing is worth a lot of my grade this semester.”
“Hmm, okay how about this?” May offered. “I’ll let you knock off school tomorrow, and send a note to your teachers that you’re out sick. It’ll give you an extra day to finish your report.” Her lips ruled into a soft grin. “Maybe after that, you and I can head off to the mall and buy you some more of those Squishables things you secretly like.”
Normally, Peter would laugh and jokingly say what a bad influence she was letting him cut school like that. But tonight, he didn’t even crack a smile. “No thanks. I’ll get this done before I go to sleep. Shouldn’t be much longer.”
Aunt May saw that tonight would be one of those nights where Peter wouldn’t budge out of his zombie induced state. So she decided to let him be. “Alright then,” she sighed. “Just please don’t stay up past midnight. I don’t want to get another phone call saying you slept through class and other kids decided to draw on your face.”
“Yeah, will do.”
And with that, she shut the door.
Peter rubbed his eyes with a sigh. “C’mon…c’mon…gotta finish. Ugh! Why can’t I finish?” The teen was just about to give up and call it quits when the hairs on the back of his neck and arms stood out on end. His Spidey tingle was going off!
Despite feeling achy and sluggish, he quickly stood up and tore off his clothes, slipping into his Spider-Man costume. He pulled his mask over his face and was about to jump out the window when he stopped himself.
Aunt May might come back to check if I really did go to sleep. Dang it! Ok uhh…oh wait! That’ll work!
Peter grabbed some day old clothes off the floor and shoved them under his blanket, pushing them into a sort of Peter-shaped lump. Hopefully, if his aunt came to check on him she wouldn’t look too closely.
Grabbing his phone, he hopped off the windowsill and swung out into the night.
By the time Peter managed to sneak back into his room through the window, he was exhausted. He felt like he was about to pass out as soon as he stepped into his bedroom.
He flopped onto his bed, lifting his Spidey mask off his sweaty face. He didn’t have the energy to take off his costume just yet. He was so tired.
He had stopped a home break-in coordinated by three criminals. Normally, a crime like a break-in was child’s play to Peter. But after spending the whole week fighting off crime and running on four hours of sleep, and topped with the stress of his recent assignment, Spider-Man suddenly didn’t have the energy to do a lot of fighting tonight.
His web-shooting was uncoordinated, one punch nearly knocked him out, and he appeared to be wobbly when he landed.
Even the criminals seemed to noticed how he wasn’t putting much of a fight, and taunted him while having their weapons pointed at the sleepy hero.
Peter barely managed to stop those three criminals, and earned himself a bruise on his jaw and knee. So by the time the boy made it home, the clock read 1:55am.
Peter wanted to scream in frustration. Well there goes another sleepless night, he thought as he quietly stripped himself out of his Spidey suit and grabbed a T-shirt from his floor pile.
He cringed as his brain calculated the few hours of sleep he would be getting again.
The next day at school turned out to be so much worse. First, Peter was late to his first class due to him sleeping through his many alarms he set for that morning. Next, he ended up forgetting his lunch—and even emergency lunch money—from rushing to get ready earlier. And then, as if that wasn’t enough to put him in a bad mood, he completely forgot about his lab report.
His stomach churned as he heard the teacher announce for everyone to hand in their reports to the front.
“Peter?” The voice of his best friend made him whip around.
“What is it, Ned?”
“What’s up with you?” Ned asked in a hushed whisper. “You look like you haven’t slept in a month, and you’re acting way jittery than normal.” Ned’s eyes widened. “Is it the spider sense?! Is there danger somewhere right now? Do you need me to come up with an excuse so you can get out of here?”
Peter could barely register his friend’s overlapping questions. “No, Ned, I don’t need anything. And it’s not that. I just…” he sighed, burying his face into his sweater covered arms. “Trouble in the neighborhood late at night, and I completely forgot to finish my lab report.”
“What?!” Ned whisper-shouted. “Y’know normally I’d scold you like your aunt does, but you look like you’ve been through enough already.” He put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Need me to make up some excuse? Save your skin at least a little?”
Peter shook his head miserably. “No point. I’m screwed enough as is here. Total failure.”
“Are you su—“
Their conversation was interrupted by the teacher snapping at them. “Parker? Your report, please.”
Uneasiness filled Peter’s stomach again. It felt borderline nauseous. He slowly walked up to the front desk. “I uh…don’t really have it physically with me right now.” He pointed towards his lab table. “I-It’s on my laptop.”
“Trouble printing it out?” The teacher asked.
“Something like that.” Peter could feel his cheeks growing warm.
The teacher sighed with a head shake. “Well then if you email it to me in the next three minutes, I’ll still give you credit. But next time, Peter, make sure you are able to find a reliable printing source ahead of time when you’re printing your reports. Don’t just try to print them last minute, that’s when these incidents happen.”
“Yes, of course.” Peter swallowed dryly as he shuffled back to his table. His fingers trembled as he opened his laptop, the unfinished pages of his lab report staring back at him. It felt like a punch to the gut. Well…something is better than nothing, right?
After school, the poor exhausted teen wanted nothing more than to go home, face plant onto his bed, and hope his mattress would swallow him up.
He was surprised to see a text message from Happy on his phone screen. Meet at the Avenger’s facility right after school. Your ride is waiting for you out front. New missions are heading your way. :) -Happy
New mission? That perked Peter up a little. At least he could forget about school for the weekend. Sulking in his room would have to wait. Right now, he was curious as to what sort of new mission awaited him at the Avengers’ headquarters!
The car trip didn’t take so much time. It did, however, leave the boy to replay the events that had just happened prior. He slumped in his seat. Suddenly, a new mission with the Avengers didn’t seem to excite him anymore.
Why can’t I just be more responsible? Peter bitterly asked himself. The other Avengers are able to juggle their normal lives and jobs and still manage to fight bad guys all without breaking a sweat. Heck, even Mr. Stark can do it. So why can’t I? *sigh* Am I really that bad of a student? What’s my future going to look like if I can’t even make it through high school?
Ugh! Why is your entire self worth and future determined by one stupid grade?!
Upon arrival, Peter didn’t seem as starry-eyed or ecstatic anymore. At least, that was the noticeable vibe Tony Stark noticed with his young mentee. He, in fact, looked in bad shape. Dark rings circled under his eyes, he looked disheveled like he had been sleeping under a bridge the whole week, and he seemed very anxious. Not the typical anxious-excitement Peter normally projected whenever he heard any mention of a potential new mission.
Tony wrapped an arm around the silently depressed teen. “So how goes it, kid? Survived another week of school?”
Peter scoffed. “Just barely.”
“I hear ya. But hey, cheer up. It looks like a certain web-slinging hero will be tagging along on more serious world-saving missions with the rest of us. Now how’s that upgrade for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?”
The boy merely shrugged. “I guess it could be good for my rep. So long as I don’t screw anything up again.”
“Hey, look. You just made a couple mistakes, underoos. It happens to all of us when we’re starting out as heroes. But this a fresh start; a chance to really show the others and the world that your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man protects more than just the neighborhood and supermarkets. He protects the world, too.” He gave Peter’s shoulder a shake.
“Okay,” Peter said with a small sigh. Oh how he wished he could get back to sulking in his room right about now.
Tony started to grow more worried about his mentee that afternoon. He assumed the kid had a bad day at school or was simply tired after a long week, but this seemed much worse.
Peter didn’t go on mini gush-rants about random things. He didn’t spit out any science jokes or puns. He didn’t even quote any old movies. Peter Parker always quoted his vintage iconic quips and lines. It was like his second vocabulary—first vocabulary being talking in only Star Wars lines.
Something was really wrong. And Stark was not going to wait around any longer to find out.
When Tony finally found Peter, he was sitting upside down from the corner of the ceiling, the hood of his sweater almost covering his face, earbuds in and mindlessly scrolling through his phone.
“Peter?”
Said teen took his earbuds out. His gaze softened when he met eyes with his mentor. “Oh, hey Mr. Stark. What brings you here?”
“That’s just what I want to ask you, kid. What are you doing up there by yourself?”
Peter shrugged. “Bored.”
“Bored?! In the freakin’ Avengers’ facility?”
“Well, sorry. Guess I’m just a little too tired today.”
He’s trying to avoid my question, Tony thought. “A better question would be, why have you been moping around since you got here? Happy even said that you were so quiet in the car ride here. No offense, kid, but you’re never the quiet type. Especially around Happy. So what gives?”
The boy averted his game. “Nothing. It’s nothing. Just tired like I said. Y’know, keeping the neighborhood safe almost every night really drains your energy.”
“Cut the charades, kid,” Tony said firmly. “I wanna know what’s up with you. I’ve known you long enough to know that even with your nighttime gig as Spider-Man, you somehow always have enough energy to set Happy’s blood pressure spiraling, and annoy the rest of the Avengers with your weird vine refreshes and those picture things you call memes.”
Peter averted his gaze. How could he tell his mentor and biggest idol all the crappy events that took place that week? It wasn’t like it was a serious topic. It was just his own failure to be responsible.
“I don’t know,” he answered quietly.”
“Hmm…let me guess. Trouble at school?”
Peter looked up.” Maybe?”
“Alright, give me names here. A description of the punk. Who’s organs do I have to obliterate?”
“What? No, no, no, it’s not like that, Mr. Stark,” Peter quickly objected. “It’s just…rough days at school is all. And my student life.”
“I see. Want to come down from there and talk about it? I’ll have Happy make us some hot chocolate.”
“Alright.”
The warm hot chocolate was very comforting. After the long harsh week of events, a hot comforting drink was just what Peter needed. And it helped ease the hesitance he had earlier so he was able to come clean about what had happened.
“Wow,” Tony said, finally breaking the silence. “It sounds like the week really treated you terribly.”
“Tell me about it.” Peter fixed his gaze on his cup.
“Hey, listen, kid. You just had a bad week. Things will get better. You gotta believe that.”
The teen hero frowned. “How do you know I won’t keep failing? I’ve been screwing up nonstop this entire week. And even when I try to do better, everything always turns out worse. It’s like the universe hates me because I’m Spider-Man.”
Before Tony could respond, Peter kept talking. “And its so dumb, too. This whole situation. I’m sitting here whining about something that could’ve been avoidable if I had been a more responsible student. There’s no one to blame but me. And look at you, Mr. Stark. If you were in my shoes, you wouldn’t be a failing student just because you’re Ironman. I just want to do better, but I don’t feel like I can. And I know the school system doesn’t believe I can either.”
“Hey now, don’t say that,” Tony protested. “You’re a brilliant kid, Peter. Yes, you’re going to hit roadblocks along the way with your full time gig as Spider-Man and as a full time student, but you’re going to be fine. You just need a little encouragement. When you’re out there saving the neighborhood and face-to-face with an enemy that makes you feel like it’s hopeless, I’ve noticed that you never back down. No matter how difficult it is. This right here isn’t any different.
And if the crappy school system that’s been putting too much pressure on their students and treating them like garbage doesn’t believe in you, I do. I believe you can do it, Peter. You’re so much stronger than you think you are.”
Peter almost wanted to tear up at the words his mentor was telling him. Damn, he really was good at this inspirational uplifting speech thing. Maybe even better than Captain America.
He couldn’t stop the tears, though. He had been feeling so emotional this entire week and after hearing Tony freakin’ Stark rant about how he was worth it despite everything he was feeling, Peter really needed to let some tears out.
Seeing the boy’s eyes fill with tears made Tony panic. Had he made the kid feel worse with his words? “Oh god, are you alright? Did i go too far with that?”
Peter let out a breathy laugh. “No, no, you’re good.” He sniffed, and wiped his tears with his sweater sleeve. “Sorry I got emotional back there. Your uplifting speech just got me teary-eyed. Thanks, Mr. Stark. I guess I really needed to hear that.”
Tony gave the teen’s shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Anytime, kiddo. Glad I could help. Now, I do want to help out with your school problem a little so you’re not feeling traumatized Monday morning.”
The boy tilted his head like a curious puppy. “Huh? What do you mean help out?”
“Well I sort of did a little research on what your next assignments for the week are going to be on for your classes. And I took the liberty to have FRIDAY complete next week’s assignments so you’ll have the entire week off to not worry about your homework.”
“You…wait, are you saying that you had FRIDAY hack into my teachers’ lesson plans and did all my homework for me?!”
Tony nodded, stirring his half drunk mug with a spoon. “Yup. Your homework’s done with all the right answers so it’ll guarantee to bring your grades back up to an A+.” He paused. “Well, an A- to make it seem like you did it.”
Peter didn’t know if he should feel grateful or disbelief. “I-I…thank you? I guess?”
Tony smirked. “What, that’s it? I do you a favor here so you can have the week off. You can have more time to focus on your web-slinging career, or use the extra time to take a nap in home room, or stare at girls more between classes.”
Peter blushed at that last comment. “Okay, fine. Thank you, Mr. Stark. I really appreciate it.” For the first time that week, Peter smiled. A genuine warm smile. Then his face melted to concern. “Wait…do you think that it’s cheating?”
“Uhh….nah,” Tony assured him with a wave of his hand. “Hey, as long as it gets you the grades you deserve. Besides, you aren’t even going to use 90% of the crap they teach you in school. You’re gonna forget it immediately anyways.”
Peter giggled, covering his mouth with his sleeve. “Oh my god, Mr. Stark. You’re just as a bad influence as May.”
“Good! Maybe you can learn something here about all the shortcuts and loopholes to high school.”
“There are noho loopholes or shortcuhuhuts to high school!”
“Hell yeah there are! How do you think I got to where I am today?” Tony gestured to himself. “You think all of this happened by being a full time student? No way. High school did nothing to help me be who I am today. All it did was give me anxiety, student debt, and unrealistic expectations on what I needed to thrive in the real world. Oh yeah, high school teaches you nothing on how to adult or pay your bills. But hey, at least they teach you that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell, right?”
Peter could not stop his giggles anymore. His giggles turned to laughter, and even while trying to muffle them through his sleeves, Tony could see the corner of his smile and the blush that dusted his cheeks.
It was always so easy to make the kid laugh, and Tony always liked to take advantage of it every time.
“Y-You’re terrihihible, Mr. Stark!” Peter said through his bright laughter. “A bahahad influence! Y-You’re even worse thahahn Loki!”
“Excuuuuse me?!” Tony pretended to be offended. He sat up, scraping the chair back, which made Peter’s eyes widen in alarm.
“Wait, no!” Peter surprised Tony by flipping onto the ceiling. “Don’t—Don’t tickle me, Mr. Stark!” Peter had had enough recent experience knowing what that look meant every time Tony got up from his seat. Having his own mentor know of his one dreaded weakness—the fact that he was insanely ticklish—and using that to mess with him anytime he got depressed or a little too snarky always flustered him to bits.
Tony grinned up at the spider teen on the ceiling. “Huh? Tickle you? Now why on earth would I do that? Oh right, because your ticklishness got dialed up to eleven from the spider bite. Isn’t that what you told me?”
Peter’s blush darkened. “S-Stop saying that so casually! I now what you’re up to!”
“Hey, I’m not up to anything. And honestly, I wasn’t going to tickle you.” A sinister smirk spread across his mentor’s face. “But since that was the first thought that crossed your mind…”
Peter’s tummy did fluttery flip flops. “Oh c’mon!! Mr. Stark nohoho! Dohohon’t you dare!”
“Too late. FRIDAY, a little help?”
“Yep. On it.”
The poor flustered teen squealed in alarm as one of Tony’s Ironman suits came flying over to him, trying to pry him off the ceiling. It was surprisingly easy, as Peter was already too giggly and flustered to concentrate on his sticking to the ceiling.
With Peter off the ceiling, he was dumped ungracefully onto the floor in front of Tony where the Iron suit immediately grabbed and pinned the kid’s wrists above his head.
“What the—FRIDAY you traitohohor!” Peter squawked. He pulled on his wrists, internally pouting that his spider strength wasn’t working in that moment.
“Hey now, don’t you insult FRIDAY,” Tony playfully scolded with a poke to the boy’s stomach. Peter squeaked at the touch. “We’re just here to help you out. I know how rough it’s been with school lately, and I don’t want to lose my underoos just because of that. You’ve been real upset ever since you got here and I know you’ve been upset all week. So no more of that now. You should know the Avengers’ facility is a no-sadness zone!”
And with that said, Tony right away scribbled both hands into his kid’s belly, making Peter screech.
“EeeAAAHAAaahahaaa! HeHEHE—Heyyyy! No faHAHAhahair!” Peter thrashed and kicked, instinctively trying to pull his arms down to no avail. “Mr. Stahahark! Nohoho pleasHEEAheeheehease!”
“Sorry, no can do, kiddo,” Tony casually answered over his mentee’s squeaky laughter. “I haven’t seen my underoos’ favorite smile in forever so I’m making up for lost time!”
“B-But nohohot like tha—HAAAHA! Heheheyyy!” Peter arched his back as Tony’s fingers crept up to his ribs. His blush now spread to the tips of his ears. He was cursing internally at how his Spidey strength was suddenly no longer there as he was laughing like a maniac.
Any other intense situation, Spider-Man would be able to easily get himself out of, but this was different. The ticklish sensations buzzing throughout his nervous system plus all his laughing was sapping any strength he had left, including his spider strength.
As Tony let his fingers inch closer to the teen’s underarms, he was playfully shocked when Peter tried to bite him. He pulled his hands back with a gasp.
“Whoa! What the heck was that?! What are you, a biting tarantula now?”
“You were getting too close to my armpits!” Peter shot back.
“Ohhhh I see.” Tony flashed him an evil grin that reminded Peter of that creepy, murderous knife-hiding doll from that 80s movie that always came back from the dead. “That’s your death spot, isn’t it?”
Peter shifted uncomfortably, his blush darkening. “N-No..?”
“Wrong answer.”
“AAAAAAHHERRHWHRHFEAAHAAAAAHAAAHA!! No Mr. Stahahahark!! NAAAHAHAHAO!!” Peter squirmed like a fish out of water, his body instinctively trying to twist away from Tony’s evil scribbling fingers. But no matter which way he turned, it didn’t help much. Tony’s fingers seemed glued to his hollows.
“EEEEAAAAHEHEEHHAAAA!! M-MR STAHAHARK!! IT…IHIHIT REALLY TIHIHAHAHA TIHIHICKLES BAAAAHAHAHD!!”
“That’s the point, kiddo! It’s more—whoa! You are just extra kicky today, aren’t you? FRIDAY, a little help here?”
“NOOOHOHOHO!”
Tony and FRIDAY had switched places; FRIDAY grabbing ahold of Peter’s flailing legs while Tony grabbed the boy’s wrists in one hand. Even as the two switched places, Tony couldn’t help but notice how Peter wasn’t putting up a fight to get away. He could’ve easily gotten up and bolted the second they let go of his limbs, or curl up with his arms wrapped around his torso so they couldn’t bring his arms up anymore, but he just laid there with a silly smile and blushy cheeks. Almost as if he secretly wanted this to keep going.
Tony had to ask the billion dollar question. “Y’know Pete, despite all your complaints, you’re not even putting up a fight to stop me or FRIDAY. Could it be because…you actually like this? You like getting tickled?”
Peter fell silent. He looked anywhere but his mentor’s eyes. He opened his mouth to answer but all that came out was stutters and keyboard smashes.
Tony raised an eyebrow. “Really? Look, I’m barely holding down your arms here and you’re not even trying to get away!” Peter’s face felt like was on fire now. “You know you can easily break out of my grip—even FRIDAY’s—and hightail it outta here, buuuut…I’m starting to think you don’t want to. Am I right or what?”
“I-I…” was all that came out of Peter’s mouth. Finally, he sighed and locked eyes with his mentor. His flustered, trembling lip suddenly curled into a crap-eating grin. With a defiant smirk, Peter stuck his tongue out. “Bite me, old man!”
Tony’s mouth formed a perfect O. Oh the kid was so asking for it! Recovering in a millisecond, Tony cracked his knuckled for dramatic effect. “That’s it! You’re finished, kid! You know I’m sensitive about my age!”
Peter actually had the nerve to stick his tongue out at him again.
Okay, so maybe truthfully he didn’t want this playful attack to cease. It was a great stress reliever after the rough week he endured. And if Peter wanted to dig a little deeper into it, while he was being tickled to pieces and screeching at frequencies only dogs should hear, he couldn’t think of all the bad things that had happened—his lab report incident, academic pressure, or even any general insecurities he had as Peter Parker and Spider-Man.
All he could think about in the heat of the moment was the playful ticklish feeling, the waves of dopamine, and the pure fun bonding vibe. So despite all the squealing and squirming, Peter was genuinely having fun. He’d be bummed if Tony stopped so soon. So he had to provoke his mentor some more to keep the fun going.
And that’s just what he did.
Oh, but if only FRIDAY hadn’t been traitorous enough to actually look up other sorts of tickling methods and suggest them to Tony to use against Peter.
“W-Wait! Wahahahit!! NonononoAAAAAAHAHAHEEHEHAHAAAA!! EEEEEHHAAAHAEHE!! THAT FEEHEEHEEHEELS AHAHA—AWFUFUFUL!! *snort* NAAAAAAHEHEAAHAAAAHAHAAA!!”
“Did you just snort, kid?!”
“N-Nohoho!! Shuhuhut uhuhup!! AAAAH! Waitwaitwait!! I tahahahake it baHAAAAAAHAHAAAAA!!”
Better hope that none of the Avengers nor his enemies finds out about Spider-Man’s adorable little weakness.
#sfw tickling community#tickle fic#tickle fluff#spiderman tickle#spiderman#marvel tickle#marvel#peter parker#tony stark#lee!peter#ler!tony#this was so much fun#eeeee <3#mushy writes stuff
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heyo beeeerrrryyy qwq m wa finallie gonna sendie in da freakngie ASK XD soo...yous requestie is open??? Issie it possible to do a Tony and Pete fan fic with Tony wreckingie Spidey because father and son things ✨
m gonnie hide in a corner now ✨🫠
Note: Heyaaaa! Yep all open again hehe, gotta improve my writing!✨ I’m sorry this took so incredibly long 🥹
Warnings: tickles
Summary: Peter is currently working with Tony in the lab, Tony seemed stressed over the coming Christmas celebration and Peter can’t concentrate with his mentors grumbling. Enjoy!
Break time, webbing and play time
Peter would call himself lucky, his mentor was the one and only Tony Stark! He got to work with him in the lab and even if they didn’t work together they worked along side each other.
However there was times like now where his Mentor forgot everything around him and seemed to get frustrated about the thing he was working on, so much so that he sighed and grumbled to himself.
The young spiderling eyed his mentor, this was probably the twentieth sigh that had left the man’s mouth now— and it hadn’t even been 10 minutes! It made Peter sigh internally, with his mentor standing hunched over the table and pen tapping the surface he could hardly concentrate either.
He looked over at the paper Tony was hunched over, noticing the small Christmas ornaments on it. Right Morgan had requested the paper for her wish list after seeing it on the Christmas market and now they had way too many left.
A small smile pulled on Peter’s features, remembering the little ones antics with her father. Peter’s eyes fell to the web shooters, hearing another sigh. His smile faded, he had to make Tony take a break somehow.. sure Christmas was approaching quickly but we was sure he could add some things to the list if Tony would just let him help.
Peter looked over at the man again, talking would probably only annoy him further. What could he do..?
His gaze flew through the room, landing on the couch which conveniently stood right behind the man. The couch had originally been brought here by Misses Potts to make sure the two would take breaks and not overwork themselves over and over again and come home grumpy.
Peter glared at the new web fluids. These were for training and dissolved a little quicker, surely enough for a small break. He huffed a smile. The plan forming in his head was bold, awfully so but it might just work.
He quickly exchanged the fluids and walked towards the couch.. one try to talk about this won’t hurt.. “Mister Stark?” He asked carefully. “Not now kid and it’s Tony..” he corrected, not lifting his gaze.
The teen smirked and jumped behind the couch before shooting a web right at the man’s back and yanking him backwards into the pillows of the couch- “WHA- Peter!” Tony yelped and glared at the smiling boy. “Sorry Mister Stark” he said with a ever so small hint of sympathy which leaked through his sly grin. “Again Pete, it’s Tony” he huffed.
Peter quickly webbed the man’s torso as well as he jumped back over the couch to stand in front of the man “but sighing every five minutes and frowning like that probably won’t do you any good.” He said, remembering the few times Tony had told him this. “Neither will webbing me to the cough, so let me go.” The man growled, yet a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, taking away the bite in his words.
“Sorry Mister Stark not happening” his mentee said and poked a free spot on the man’s ribs, not noticing the small flinch. “Plus I’m just making sure Misses Potts couch is getting rightfully used” he said with a small grin, a playful glint in his eye as he went to stand up straight. “I’m sure she’d be happy to know that you’re taking your breaks.” He added with feigned innocence
Pete quickly skipped over to the list “and don’t worry it’s the new solution it’s supposed to dissolve a little quicker.” He called while scanning over the list.
He hummed a little, the ideas Tony had written down seemed basic enough.. grabbing a new paper and writing down some new ideas, he didn’t notice that the man behind was actively plotting to get him back after that stunt.
In fact Tony kept so quiet that when Pete went back to work on the new formula he had completely forgotten that the man was even there.
Tony knew the boy wanted the best for him but practically webbing him to the couch without a warning? And the poke that almost gave away his ticklishness? He’ll need to come up with something to teach the kid to use his words.. and maybe offer a different way of telling each other to take a break.
Tony waited until Peter gave a sigh of his own. By now boy was scanning the paper and holding a small solution over the other. The webs which held Tony had long been dissolved and only stained the couch ever so slightly. He walked up behind him “need help?” Peter yelped, and turned around with a start, dropping the solution in the process. “m-mister stark!” He huffed. The man chuckled at the pout his student gave him, “sorry did I scare you?” He grinned. Peter huffed and turned back around, eyes widening when the solution started to bubble and set off his Spidey sense “DUCK!”
Tony did— Spidey got sent flying to the ground with the new web solution which exploded mere seconds after the call. It took a few seconds until the fluid stopped, now decorating the whole lab.
“Gee kid, are you alright?” Tony called and rushed over to him. Pete grumbled, a little sore from the fall “yep, I’m good” he said and gave a small thumbs up.
Tony huffed a smile, his student was covered in web fluid, only a few spots were free. “Can you get out by yourself?” He asked and crouched next to him. Seeing the boy struggle and wiggle to break free he already had a feeling that he had to get a small knife.
Peter huffed and took another deep breath before trying again- yet his tries were futile.
“Nope, nope definitely stuck.” He said and let his head fall back onto the ground. Tony chuckled “alright hold on Kid” he said and got a pocket knife out of his back pocket before getting to work.
Tony peeled Parker off of the floor and got him to sit on the couch, then he quickly went and got the dissolvent from Peter’s desk.
“Man, this stuff is awfully sticky” Peter huffed and raised his arm, seeing his webbing move ever so slightly.
He watched Tony join his side and open the small bottle “heh, more then your normal webs I assume?” Peter nodded “way more!” He exclaimed before feeling a little bit of liquid run down his back- making him shiver “Sorry, It’s still cold but it shouldn’t take longer then a few minutes.” Stark said as he made sure to get most of his torso before moving on.
He sighed and knelt down, hand squeezing Peter side to support his balance. What he didn’t expect was his Mentee to Yelp and clamp his hand over his mouth and jump in a frenzied motion.
“Are you okay? Did you get injured from that explosion?” He asked and looked up at the boy.
Peter flushed— no he didn’t get hurt, but he’d never tell his mentor and idol that he just accidentally tickled him! “No, no, just surprised me is all” he mumbled and averted his gaze.
Tony raised an eyebrow, he had moved slow, there was no way that reaction came from his movement. As he continued to free Peter from his webbing things started to click into place and a small smile tugged at his lips, which was completely missed by the boy who still looked away with a tiny blush on his face.
“Alright” Tony hummed when the last bit of webbing dissolved and he closed the dissolvent. Peter smiled “thanks Mister Stark!” Nodding he kept Pete from getting up. “Mister Stark?” Tony pat his shoulder as he stood up “if I have to take a break so do you kid” he said and a small traitorous grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. Peter raised an eyebrow, that’s not how that worked.
He crossed his arms “but I’m fine!” Tony raised an eyebrow “are you really though? You just got flung to the ground, maybe you hurt yourself and aren’t telling me again” he said hinting to his side.
Peter grumbled “I’m not hurt, really” Tony huffed and squeezed his side “no?” He asked watching the kid squeak, grab at his hand while his legs shot up and he squeezed his eyes shut with a bright smile.
Tony chuckled silently at his mentees giggles. “I don’t understand Pete, what’s so funny? If you’re hurt that’s a serious problem!” He huffed. Peter squeaked when the second hand attacked his other side with squeezes making him fall back into the couch. “mIHihister StAhAhark!” He called though his bubbly giggles and growing blush.
“Im right here Pete but you need to let me have a look!” “nOhohooooo!” The boy whined before finding the strength to throw himself off of the couch “woah-!” Tony gasped and his stomach dropped. He quickly leaned over the couch to see the kid scramble up with a grin, showing him that he wasn’t hurt. Relief washed over him before the playful smirk re-emerged on his lips.
“Run”
Peter yelped and scrambled off of the ground, darting out of the lab with anticipating giggles— Tony right behind him
The boy grinned, he hadn’t played like this in a long while. The fact that Tony was actually up to play with him was as exiting as it was flustering.
Tony chuckled as their feet stomped on the ground, Peter’s lighter then him which clearly made the teen even more nervous.
The boy rounded a corner into the main room where a couch stood in the middle of it all. He rushed around and grinned at his mentor giddily. Tony stood at the other side of the couch, he was loving this just as much as Peter was. It was adorable how the boys cheeks flushed and small bubbly giggles escaped him even though he tried biting them back “naw kid we can’t have that~! Let me have a look at your sides- oh and your back too, that’s what you landed on earlier, right?”
Peter huffed a giggle “IHi’m not hurt-! TONY!” he squeaked when the man suddenly moved making him jump and run to avoid his playful mentor- however one and a half laps around the couch the boy got thrown back and the two wrestled— Peter with childish giggles and a beaming smile and Tony with a adoring, playful and Sly smirk.
“NoHOho! MiHister StahAhrk!” Peter struggled against his mentors hand which kept him in place- usually he wouldn’t have any problem getting out but his unstoppable waterfall of giggles weakened the poor hero drastically… and he was silently enjoying himself, although he’d never admit to that.
Then Tony’s hand latched onto Peter’s lowest rib which made the poor kid squeal and buck with hysterical giggles “honestly Pete, you need to let me check! It’s no use if you keep squirming like this!” Tony said with a teasing edge to his voice “BuHUt IHI’m noHOhot huHUhurt!” Peter protested.
His mentor tutted and moved up and down his sides, scribbling from his abdomen all the way to one of the higher ribs, noticing how the squirming picked up.
Tony grinned “do we have a little tickle spot up there~?” “NOHOho!” The answer came way too quickly and Peter’s cheeks tinted in a little brighter red. Tony stopped and hummed “you sure about that?” Peter nodded, anticipating giggles rushed though his few gulps of air.
“So you wouldn’t mind if we were to play a game?” Without waiting for Peter he placed a finger on the boys rib cage “round and round the garden like a teddy bear…” he sang and traced circles.
Peter shook his head and embarrassed yet happy giggles flew out of his mouth, no matter how hard he tried to protest or keep his mouth shut they just kept on coming “one step…” Tony said warningly. Peter looked at him, the almost sly and sinister grin sent shivers down his spine “noHoho nononohoho! MiHihister— STARK!” “Two step” Tony completely ignored the plea and the squeak he got in return only made him want to go on. “Tickle under THERE!”
Peter went ballistic, head thrown back, bucking and squirming left and right as his legs kicked out thanks to the merciless scribbling that sent ticke shocks through his whole body.
Tony chuckled at the sight, he’s never seen Peter let go like this, it was as amusing as it was adorable.
Hearing the kid wheeze he let up. “OhOho god” Peter giggled and looked at his mentor with slightly crinkled eyes. “You’re ruhuthless”
His mentor hummed down at him “you’re just incredibly ticklish” “mist- EHEHehEhHEe!” Peter squealed when fingers drilled into the dip of his hips. “Try again” his mentor grinned “ToHOhonEHEhe!” Peter called out and stark let up.
He smiled at the boy, his hair was completely disheveled, the blush covered his ears cheeks and neck, tiny tears of joy were at the corners of the boys eyes and he was breathing heavily with stray giggles.
Tony let the boys arms go and Peter curled up “ehEhe thahat wasn’t fahair!” Tony poked his unprotected back making the male jump “neither was webbing me to the couch” “sohorryy~” Peter whined through an amused giggle “you ready to take a break?” To Tony’s amusement a shimmer of playfulness played in the teens eyes as he eyed the billionaire.
“Or what~?” He teased
Big mistake.
Tony immediately grabbed the boys arm and pinned them above his head. The other hand hovered over the boys armpit.
Peter’s squeaky giggles picked right back up and he gave tony a panicked yet exited look. “Or else the tickle monster is gonna come back~” tony grinned. Peter shook his head “Noho he won’t!”
Then the hand fell. The boy squealed and curled up, shutting his eyes tight with giggles already pouring out of him.
Yet nothing happened.
Peter opened at eye noticing the smirk tony wore which made his stomach flip in anticipation. The boy whined “JuHUHust do it ahalready!”
Tony chuckled “my pleasure”
Then Peter threw his head back with full out cackles a second time that day. It was safe to say that Peter’s giggles and laughter went through the tower a lot more often~
#berry writes#berry back?#tickle fic#frien🤍#lee!peter parker#ler!tony stark#Lee!peter#ler!tony#lee!spiderman#berry’s hideout#berry talks
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could u do a fic maybe where peter and reader keep briefly ticking people in the compound, just like squeezing their side or poking them and eventually they get steve who gets revenge ? thanks!
Hello anon! Thank you for this request! I'm sorry it took so long to get to, but I hope you enjoy!
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“Let’s get Natasha first,” Peter whispered to you, as the two of you were hiding behind the couch, waiting for the perfect time to attack.
“No way. She’ll catch us so quickly and turn the tables in a flash,” you whisper-yelled back, as your eyes fixated on a different target.
You and Peter looked at each other and nodded in unison, as you both sprung out from behind the couch and ran towards Yelena and Kate at full speed. The blonde and brunette were currently arguing over whether hot sauce belonged on mac and cheese.
“Hot sauce is the main condiment used on all foods,” Yelena insisted, while the brunette wrinkled her nose in disgust.
“No one puts hot sauce on mac and cheese. If they do, they have just as bad of taste as you,” Kate shot back, putting her hands on her hips defiantly.
“Hmm, I guess I do have bad taste then, since I’m wasting time talking to you,” Yelena snarked back.
Just as Kate was getting ready to slap Yelena again, she let out a yelp and jerked her arm down, as Peter squeezed her side and ran off. Meanwhile, you had just poked Yelena in the ribs, causing the blonde to shriek and jump away.
You and Peter ran off while giggling in glee with your success. Kate and Yelena turned to glare at the two of you, but you guys were already sprinting down the long hallway, getting away quickly before they could try to impose any sort of revenge.
“You should’ve seen the looks on their faces,” you said, while giggling breathlessly in an attempt to catch your breath.
“Did you hear their reactions?” Peter replied, while face-palm laughing.
The two of you laughed for a little more, before discussing who your next target would be.
“I saw Clint and Wanda talking earlier together, so we may be able to go after them,” you suggested.
Peter peeked out the door of the room you two were hiding in.
“They’re still talking together, so maybe we can get them!” Peter said excitedly.
“I’ll get Wanda and you get Clint,” you told Peter, as he nodded in agreement.
The two of you snuck out once again, tiptoeing through the compound.
“Where did Y/N and Peter go?” Wanda asked Clint.
“Beats me. Most likely they’re up to no good again,” Clint replied with a chuckle.
Before Wanda could respond, she felt five fingers wiggling lightly on the back of her neck, causing her to squeal and squirm away.
“Aaahh, Y/N whahahat ahahahre yohohou dohohoing,” the witch giggled out, as she shrugged her shoulders upwards to protect herself.
“Just letting you know that I’m right here,” you replied cheekily, running off before she could do anything.
Meanwhile, Peter had just tickled Clint in his armpit, causing him to spill the drink in his cup. Luckily it was just water, so it was easy to clean up.
You two, once again, ran off, shouting with laughter like little kids, while Clint and Wanda both sighed with fond eye rolls.
The two of you now sat on the stairs, whispering on how to get your last two targets, Natasha and Steve, who were currently playing a game of uno.
“DRAW FOUR!” Steve yelled out excitedly, as Natasha drew four cards, clearly annoyed because she was about to win.
“Just you wait, Rogers. I wouldn’t get all excited just yet,” Natasha replied with a wicked grin, as she then played a draw four card of her own, which she had just drawn from the pile.
Steve groaned, adding to the pile of cards in his hand. Currently, Steve was facing you guys and could see your faces, while Natasha had her back to you two on the couch. Steve knew what you guys were planning, so he pointed discreetly at Natasha and gave a nod. Little did he know that you two were planning on going after both of them.
Steve drew out his turn, pretending that he wasn’t sure of what card to play, as Natasha grew impatient.
“C’mon Steve, just play whatever you have. We both know you’re gonna lose,” the redhead stated, as a smirk played on her lips.
With that distraction, you pounced on Natasha and dug your fingers into her sides quickly, before attempting to escape. Meanwhile, Peter had just attacked Steve as well.
Their laughter mixed together, as you and Peter attempted to escape. Unfortunately, Natasha was quicker and snatched you before you could escape. Steve had already gotten to work, pinning Peter to the other side of the couch and tickling him to pieces.
“STAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHIM SOHOHOHRRY,” Peter cried out, as Steve tickled his stomach and sides.
“Apologizing already? Sounds like you’re just trying to get out of this,” Steve said, a silly grin playing on his lips, as he reached back to squeeze his knees.
Peter kicked out with a squeal, twisting and squirming to get away. Meanwhile, Natasha had you in a tight grip, not letting you escape at all.
Steve now attacked Peter’s armpits, causing the poor boy to scream with laughter.
“NOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHIHIT WAHAHAHS Y/N’S IDEAHAHAHA!” Peter cried out, desperate to escape.
Your eyes widened at the sudden betrayal, as you turned around to see the smirk on Natasha’s face.
“Well then it seems like I should punish you too, right?” Natasha asked, pulling you tighter into her lap and using her right hand to dig into your ribs.
You jerked immediately, trying your best to curl up and protect yourself, but not without falling into helpless giggles and laughter.
“NATAHAHAHSHA YOHOHOU JEHEHEHERK LEHEHEHT MEHEHEHE GOHOHO,” you shouted, as her hand then traveled down to your hips, squeezing the soft part right above it.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES,” you squealed out.
Steve had now let Peter go, leaving him to catch his breath, as he moved over to where you and Natasha were.
“Getting a head start are we?” Steve asked with a grin. With that, Steve and Natasha didn’t even need words to properly communicate, as Steve stretched you out on the couch, and Natasha held your hands above your head.
“NO! I’ve had enough! I learned my lesson! Please don’t do this,” you whined, not wanting to be tickled to pieces like Peter did.
“Then you should’ve thought about the consequences before you did this,” Steve said, sitting on your legs and turning to tickle your bare feet.
“OHOHO GOHOHOHOD NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE,” you screamed out, curling your toes up as Steve got near your toes.
“Looks like these little piggies need to be tickled,” Steve commented, as he lightly scratched underneath your toes.
You squealed with laughter, shutting your eyes, but still knowing that Natasha was looking at you with that frustrating smirk of hers.
Steve then turned around and began to tickle both of your armpits, as you were unable to pull them down, thanks to Natasha’s strong grip on your arms.
“STAHAHAHAP IHIHIH’LL DOHOHOHO ANYTHIHIHING,” you begged desperately.
“Hold on Y/N, just one more thing,” Natasha said with an evil grin. With that, she let your arms go, as she dug into your ribs, while Steve used one hand to tickle your stomach, and the other to squeeze at the sensitive part on your inner thigh.
Your laughter fell silent, as you were unable to laugh loudly anymore, waiting for their tickles to be over.
When they felt you had enough, they let you go, both grinning at your flushed cheeks and messy hair.
“Oh Y/N, when will you ever learn your lesson,” Natasha said, patting your back gently.
“Never, obviously,” you said with an eye roll, earning you a poke to the side.
“I hope you kids learned your lesson. You know the consequences if you try this again,” Steve said, giving you two a playful warning look.
You and Peter locked eyes, both knowing that the next event of mischief was bound to happen very soon, but only after you two had recovered from the wrecking you had both received.
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I'm back with another crack meme, let's see how well this one does
If it does as well as my New Yorker Post then I'll make a navigation list for the memes :D
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Concept art and color keys for Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse by Mike McCain ( 1, 2.)
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