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hotshot624 · 5 days ago

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Eeeeee I'm squealing over your fics!!! How about octodad and a Peter of your choosing: 'come on, you know you love me'

(Yes! Octodad for the win! 😍 Anything with Octodad is adorable 😁 Hope you enjoy Anon and thank you for your adorable idea! ❤️)

"Come on, you know you love me." Peter 3 teased.

Otto raised one eyebrow.

"Why else would you keep me around?"

The older scientist shrugged. "Free entertainment."

The taller Spiderman pouted.

"Don't look at me like that. You're the one who came in here and switched all of my tools around."

"It was a joke!"

"You know the rules Three. You're not supposed to touch my tools without my permission."

"I wasn't hurting anyone!"

"Rules are rules for a reason Three and you disobeyed the rules." With that, Otto returned his attention to his experiment.

"Are you ignoring me?"

Otto picked up a screwdriver.

"Otto?"

He tightened to screws on his contraption.

"Please don't."

He placed the screwdriver back down and picked up a pair of pliers.

Footsteps padded closer to the scientist. "Otto please."

He clipped a few wires on his contraption as the footsteps got closer.

"Otto."

Otto kept working on the piece in front of him and ignored the taps on his shoulder and the recalling of his name. He didn't want to ignore the younger man, but he wanted him to understand he was serious about the dangers of fiddling with his lab equipment. While the lab may look fun, there were many hidden dangers when someone didn't know what they were touching.

He would have gotten away with it too if it hadn't squeaked.

While trying to get Otto's attention, Three had begun to poke his shoulder. However, on one of his pokes, Otto turned. This caused Three's finger to poke his neck rather than his shoulder.

When Otto felt the poke at his neck, he squeaked, "Hehey!"

The older scientist turned sharply and glared at Three whose entire face was lit up by a grin. "No way! You're ticklish too!

Instead of answering, Otto returned to his work hoping the situation would drop. What he didn't expect were two hands experimentally squeezing his sides. "Got you!"

The older scientist grunted to hold in his laugh. "Three."

"Come on Otto, just admit you love me."

"You're a little nuisance."

Three playfully gasped. "Me? Never!"

The hands at Otto's sides began to make their way upward. Otto growled as he fought against the giggles forming in his throat. "Peter."

"Yes?"

"K-knock it ohoff!"

"But you still haven't told me you love me!"

Otto groaned and accidentally let a giggle slip out.

"Wow. Never thought I'd hear you giggle."

The older scientist didn't say anything. He was trying so hard to stop the giggles as a blush rose along his cheeks. He didn't want to give Three the attention he was looking for after he broke a rule, but it had been years since someone tickled him and he had forgotten how much he missed it.

Well, he did . . . until Three's fingers crawled backwards to squeeze at the back of his ribs.

Otto broke down laughing as the younger man danced his fingers along the back of his ribs.

"Ah-ha! The great Doc Ock succumbs to the laughter!"

Otto snorted.

"And the snorts."

Otto pushed at Three's hands. "Enough!"

He immediately regretted that choice.

With wide eyes, Peter 3 immediately backed up and bashfully looked away. "I---I'm sorry Otto. I---I thought you were . . . having fun."

The older scientist softened his tone. "Oh Peter," he soothed while pulling the younger man into his lap. "Come here son."

Otto situated the taller Spiderman in his lap before lifting Three's chin with his finger. "Peter, did I say stop?"

The younger man shook his head.

"And when you're in a tickle fight and you don't like what they're doing, do you say stop?"

The middle Spiderman nodded.

"From that reasoning, what did that tell you about our tickle fight?"

"That . . . you liked it?"

Otto smiled. "Then you have your answer."

Three smiled for a brief moment before guilt over took him. "I'm sorry for being so annoying."

"Peter, I wasn't ignoring you because you were annoying me. I was ignoring you because I wanted you to think about what you'd done. I want you to understand that I have rules in my lab so you or your brothers or anyone don't get hurt."

Three shrunk in on himself. He didn't like being reprimanded by Otto, it always made him feel two feet tall. "I know. I'm really sorry Otto."

"And I forgive you," Otto replied as he wrapped the younger man in a hug and placed a kiss on his temple. "But there still have to be consequences for your actions. And I think I know the perfect one."

When Three caught the mischievous glint in Otto's eye, nervous giggles bubbled in his throat. "Oho noho."

Otto chuckled as he tightened his hold. "Now, what were you trying to get me to say? That I love you?"

Three's giggling picked up causing the older scientist's heart to melt.

"Well, I can't really tell you I love you. I have to show you I love you."

Three squealed loudly as his face, neck, and ears were smothered in kisses. "Nahaha Ohohottoho!"

Otto lifted his head with a chuckle. "But I'm showing you how much I love you!"

"Ihi gehet ihit."

"I don't think you do because my love for you is special."

The older scientist skittered his nails from Three's hip up to his armpit. "It's higher than your armpit."

"EEEP! OHOTTOHO!"

He then took one finger and wiggled it into Three's belly button. "Deeper than your belly button."

"NAHAHA!"

Otto then took his hand and wiggled a finger behind the younger man's ear before bending down to wiggle into his foot. "And is longer than the distance between your ear and your feet."

Three squealed and kicked his feet out.

Otto's hand started squeezing Peter 3's knee. "And every tickle spot in between."

"NahaAAAAAA!"

The older scientist gasped playfully. "No! You don't believe me! What do I have to do? Tell your heart directly?"

The next instant, Three's arm was lifted above his head and Otto buried his face there and kept repeating the phrase "I love you" into his ribs.

The younger man was in stitches from Otto's playfulness. "OHOTTOHOHOHO!"

The older scientist lifted his head. "You're right Three, I forgot."

"Wh---whahat?"

Otto lifted Three's other arm. "Your heart is on this side."

Three cackled as the process was repeated on the other side of his ribs. Once Otto was done, he returned to the cuddle he had started earlier.

"There. Now, are you going to touch any of the tools in my lab without my permission?

The younger man shook his the last few giggles escaped his mouth. "No."

"And do you see how much I love you?"

Three nodded. "Vehery muhuch."

Otto wrapped his arms snugly around the man he had adopted as one of his sons. "Very very much."

No matter what universe, Peter Parker would always be a member of Otto's family.

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hotshot624 · 6 days ago

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DAY 9: Lie ˚✧₊⁎・⁎⁺˳✧༚ (Marvel)

TickleTober 2023 🎃

Presented by @august-anon

Lee!Peter 3

Ler!Doc Ock

Words: 2,400

Summary: Spider-Man’s snarky quips have always helped him out of intense situations. Except when one particular Spider-Man (Peter 3) quickly realizes that his iconic quips aren’t enough to hide the silly weakness he “totally doesn’t have” from a certain eight-limbed, but surprisingly playful, scientist.

Peter 3 hummed to himself as he dangled upside down on one of the infamous actuators of Doctor Octavius. He never thought he’d be casually sitting in the same room with the once notorious villain from Peter 2’s universe.

The three Spider brothers had decided to hang out together earlier that day in the oldest Peter’s world. Except, Peter 2 had forgotten that he had to help assist Otto in the lab that same day.

“Aw don’t tell me you’re secretly helping him build another doomsday machine,” Peter 3 had joked.

The oldest rolled his eyes. “Relax. He’s dropped out of the villain gig for good. I was only supposed to help him sort and organize stuff around the lab, that’s all.”

The youngest Peter pouted. “Awww so what does that mean? You won’t be able to hang out today?”

Peter 2 was about to say something when the younger spiders both gave him their best puppy dog eyes stare. He grimaced. He could never deny his little bros with those looks. “Okay, look,” he finally said with a sigh. “Even though I’m supposed to help Otto today, I guess…you guys can…tag along too? As long as you don’t break anything, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind your guys’ company.”

“Alright!” The younger brothers cheered. “Let’s go!”

Things went smoothly upon arrival. Doctor Octavius was a bit surprised that all three Peter Parkers showed up, but he didn’t mind. While he and his Peter worked away at sorting through cabinets and desk drawers, the doctor let the younger Peters play around with his metal tentacles to keep them occupied.

Peter 1 was having a blast; swinging and dangling from the actuators, and letting them hold and lift him up.

Peter 3, however, wasn’t exactly having the same amount of fun. He simply sat down on a nearby swivel chair, pretending to be occupied with his web shooters. He was still a little unnerved about Doctor Octavius.

Okay, he had to admit, those artificially intelligent metal arms of his were really cool in a way. But they still seemed kind of…scary? Intimidating? The way those pointy claws curled and snapped shut, and the fact that were intelligent with a mind of their own that used to take control of their maker’s mind. Shudder.

It wasn’t until Peter 2 announced for a coffee break, that got the younger Spider bros’ attention.

“I’m just going to grab a couple coffees from Starbucks for us,” he said while grabbing his coat. “Anyone want anything from there?”

“Oooh! Oooh!” Peter 1 frantically waved from his upside down position on the actuators. “I’ll take a mango dragonfruit lemonade! Make it a venti!”

“Got it. Peter 3? You want anything?”

Said Peter hummed in thought. “Umm…a mocha cookie crumble for me. Make mine a venti, too.”

Peter 2 nodded. “Got it.”

The youngest spider chirped. “Wait! Can I come with you? You might need an extra pair of hands to carry all the drinks, heh.”

“Good thinking, little bro.”

“Awesome! Okay, uhh…can you guys let me go?” Peter 1 sheepishly asked the clingy actuators. They whirred understandingly and set him down, and all took a turn to give him a quick hair ruffle.

“You guys need me to come, too?” Peter 3 asked, getting up from his spot.

“Actually…” said the oldest. “Peter 1 and I can handle it. Thanks, though. In the meantime, you can hang back here in the lab. We won’t be long.”

“You can chill out here with Doc’s cool arms!” Peter 1 chirped. “They’re really fun to be around. Super clingy, too, but affectionate.”

“Oh. Okay then…” the middle brother eyed the mechanical arms wearily from the corner of his eye.

Peter 2 wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “Hey, I know what you’re thinking. There’s no need to be afraid or intimidated by him. It’s all good now. I know you don’t know Doc as well as I do or even like Peter 1 has gotten to lately, but this is a chance to get to know him, too. Oh, and don’t be scared about those metal arms of his. They won’t bite.”

Peter 3 rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay, whatever. Just go get my coffee already. I need my caffeine!”

“Relax, bossy,” the oldest said with a poke to the middle’s ribs. “We’ll be back in a little bit.”

Peter 3 flinched and bit back a smile. It got super quiet in the lab now that the other two left. It was a little too quiet for Peter 3.

Doc Ock noticed how uneasy the middle Peter looked. He gave a little sigh. He must still be intimidated by me. He couldn’t blame the young Spider-Man. He knew he must’ve always looked intimidating to anyone who came across him.

But still, he didn’t want the young Parker to be afraid of him forever. Maybe his Peter’s suggestion earlier about leaving the two of them alone wasn’t such a great idea after all.

Then one of his nearby actuators chirped. Oh, yes. I almost forgot about that. Let’s just hope that what my Peter says about him is indeed true.

The scientist cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence. “Y’know, you can have a look around my laboratory if you’d like. You don’t have to be confined to one spot.”

Peter 3 nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

Octavius shyly extended a metal tentacle towards him. “Would you…like to have a seat?” I know your other counterparts really enjoy it. Especially the littlest Peter.”

The middle Spidey hesitated or a moment. “Well…okay.” He climbed on top of the extended actuator. It suddenly lifted him up high off the ground. “W-Whoa! What the heck?!”

Doc Ock had to bite back a smile. “Sorry. Too high?” The actuator lowered. “That better?”

Peter 3 nodded. Feeling a little more relaxed, he let himself instinctively dangle upside down from the metal arm. Huh…he had to admit, this was nice. “Yeah. Don’t worry, it’s not your fault. Sometimes I forget those metal arms of yours have a mind of their own.”

The scientists hummed in agreement. “They can be quite a handful sometimes. But in reality, it’s like having four puppies attached to my back at all times.”

As if on cue, the other actuators slithered over to Peter 3, chirping curiously as they closed in. Peter 3 shrunk back a little. “W-Whoa uhm…they aren’t—they aren’t gonna like, attack me or anything, right?”

“Relax, they don’t bite.” Otto paused. “On second thought, technically they do, but you’ll get used to it.”

“Wait, what?!”

“Easy now, Peter,” Otto chuckled. “Before you get alarmed, I must ask…are you ticklish by any chance?”

Peter 3 could feel his cheeks grow warm in an instant. The question caught him so off guard, and already made butterflies fill his belly. “U-Uhhaahm…” he laughed awkwardly, averting his gaze. “Um…n-no..?”

“Hm. Your hesitance and the color of your cheeks says otherwise.”

Peter 3 awkwardly rubbed at his face, as if that would wipe away his blush. “W-Well I’m not hesitating. So…yeah. A-And I’m not ticklish, either.” He scoffed. “I mean, why would I be, right? That’s just not something that really works on me, y’know?”

Otto nodded. “I know, Peter. Which is why I’m gonna do this.”

Peter 3 suddenly squeaked like a mouse as he felt a jab to his side. “AaHHEAA!” Another squeeze, this time to his other side. The culprit? Two sneaky actuators. “Whoa, hey, d-don’t get any ideHAA! HaHAHeheheyyy! Nohohoho!” This time, both curious actuators simultaneously nuzzled against Peter 3’s sides.

The tallest Spidey was starting to lose his balance so he hopped off the metal tentacle. But as soon as he touched the ground, all four actuators surrounded and hovered over Peter 3, their claws teasingly pinching and wiggling in the air just above him.

Peter 3 squeaked and curled in on himself. His arms wrapped around his torso protectively. Air tickles always drove him crazy! It made his spider tingle go off over and over, which made the fuzzy feeling of anticipation even worse!

“Oh, and another thing, Peter,” Doc Ock’s voice cut in. “Your other two partners in crime explained to me how you’re still hesitant to be around me. I don’t blame you, boy. I now I can look very intimidating, but you don’t have to be afraid of me. I can be very fun to be around with, y’know!” He smiled over the sound of the tall Spidey’s cackles.

Peter 3 couldn’t answer properly with his mad giggling and squeaking. He couldn’t believe how teasy and casual the scientist was being! Okay, maybe his other spider bros were right about one thing: maybe he didn’t have to be intimidated by Doc Ock anymore.

But still, he couldn’t shake off the feeling like he had been set up. His question was immediately answered.

“I was also told by my Peter that the best way I could warm up to you was through silly play like this,” the scientist emphasized his point by having two metal arms squeeze at the boy’s ribs. “Since you love to play round and laugh. His words, not mine.”

“WhaHAAAhat?! I-I knew you guhuhuys were uhuhup to somethiHHEEE!! Something eheeHEE—evil when you were tahahahalking!”

“Why, I did no such thing,” Otto innocently answered. “I’m simply trying to show you how friendly and warm I can be. You, on the other hand, have brought this upon yourself by lying to me!”

“WhahAHAt?! I nehehever lied!”

“Mhm, did so. You lied about being ticklish, and I will not tolerate any liars in my lab!”

“B-Buhuhut I wahahasn’t lying! I-I swear!”

“Then lift your arms up.”

“W-Whahahat?!!”

“You heard me. Lift your arms up. If you aren’t ticklish like you say, then clearly this shouldn’t affect you, right?”

“Riiiihihight?”

“Well, then go ahead.”

Being ever so stubborn, Peter shook his head and wrapped his arms even tighter around his torso. “Noho wahahay! I knhohohow what you’re gonna do!”

Otto couldn’t help but laugh at the flustered Spider-Man. “Good lord, you must be extremely ticklish to be this jumpy and giggly.”

“I-I aham nahahahat!”

“Another lie right there! That’s it, now you’re going to get it!”

The four actuators descended onto Peter 3, two grabbing his wrists, making him screech. “NAAAAHAHAHAO PLEASE!”

The scientist actually jumped back at he sudden reaction and quirked a brow. “Too much? I’m sorry, I’ll tone it down if you’re too overwhelmed by this.”

The metal tentacles pulled away like nothing had happened. Otto stole a quick glance at Peter 3, and was sure his heart was going to melt at the sudden look of shock and disappointment on his face.

Was he…pouting?

“Something on your mind?” The doctor asked with a soft grin.

“U-Uhmm….I-I hhhmmffhh…” the flustered Spider-Man averted his gaze and fumbled with his hoodie sleeves. “Y-You don’t—you didn’t have to…necessarily stop…”

“Oh? Is that my cue to keep going?” The metal tentacles were back, pinching the air above Peter 3’s sides.

“W-Whoa! Watch ihihit with those thihihings! A-And what? Keep going?” Peter’s 3’s face flushed as red as a cherry. “You couuuuld if you wanted to…” His lips suddenly curled into a cheeky smile. “But you’re wasting your time ‘cause I’m not even ticklish!” He stuck his tongue out and made a run for it as soon as the actuators descended on him again.

Otto shook his head with a smile at the Spider-Man’s cheekiness. His Peter warned him about how stubborn Peter 3 could be when admitting something like being ticklish. But he also said that was just Peter 3’s silent way of asking for more tickles or to keep going as he always provoked the other person instead of asking for it; he was just too shy to ask the dreaded question.

Otto had his metal tentacles make a grab for him again, resulting in Peter dashing for the door. He, of course, didn’t make it and was once again grabbed and pinned by the actuators. “What is with you lying to my face? You’re literally giggling and squirming already and I haven’t laid a finger on you!”

Peter 3 just shook his head, sputtering more giggles as his blush darkened and reached the tips of his ears. “I-Ihihit’s your freaheeheeheaky arms! Make them stohohop thahat!”

The older scientist was confused at first, but quickly caught on when he saw his actuators hovering over the boy’s body, the claws teasingly wiggling and slowly lowering and pulling away at the last second. “Ohhh I see. You can’t stand anticipating tickles, can you?”

Peter 3 stuck his tongue out in response.

“My goodness, you just have quite the attitude today. I’m guessing you don’t want me to go easy on you then. For that extra lie, you’re getting all four actuators!”

“W-Wait huh? What does that me—HEEEEEEheahaHAAAAAhaha!!” Peter 3 didn’t have the time to finish his sentence because all four metal tentacles attacked him at once. One was squeezing at his ribs, another shoved under his arm, another scribbled at his belly, and the last one was trying to get at his kicking feet.

Despite not being restrained at all, Peter 3 made no real attempt to get away. He just laid there on the floor, squirming like a worm on a hot sidewalk, and cackling like a hyena.

“AaaHAAAAhahaeheAAAAheeHEEEEEEHEE!! HeeheHEEEEheHAAAAhaha!!”

“Interestingly enough, you’re not making much attempt to get away. I don’t even have to hold you down with my extra arms!”

“ShsHDHSHshuhuhut uhUHUP!! AAAAAHH! Wahahahait!! NAAAAAAHAHAHAO!! EEEEEEK!!”

“Oh? Is this a bad rib of yours?”

“YEHEHEHES!!” Peter 3 shook his head madly. “T-Thahahat one’s off limits—NAAAAAAHAHAAA!! N-Not there EHEEEHEHEEE—either!!”

Octavius shook his head with a chuckle. “Is there any part of you that isn’t ticklish?”

“I-I d-HAAAAAAHAHAA don’t knoHOHOW!! *snort*”

“Dihihid you just snort?!”

“N-NOHOHO—*snort!*”

Unbeknownst to them, two figures were watching the playful spectacle from the slightly ajar door.

Peter 1 giggled behind his hand. “Peter 3 does sound like a hyena!”

Peter 2 lightly shushed him. “He sure does. I’m just glad Otto took my advice after all when we left. Well played with you too, little brother; tagging along with me to get those two alone.” He ruffled the younger spider’s hair.

Peter 1 squeaked happily at the touch. “Hey, you don’t think Peter 3 will get mad at us for doing this to him on purpose, do you?”

“Nah,” Peter 2 shook his head. “You know how much he secretly loves to be tickled. Besides, this way he won’t be afraid of Doctor Octavius anymore just like we all once were. Despite the scary metal arms, he really does have a soft playful side.”

THE END (*´꒳`*)

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hotshot624 · 6 days ago

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Otto Octavius Regression Board. Because I could not find anything on him my beloved.

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hotshot624 · 6 days ago

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OTTO MY BELOVED

Your peter headcanons were so adorable and accurate ;_; ❤️

...Doc ock headcanons pretty please... 👉👈 (if you want to ❤️)

(Of course Anon :) if I have forgotten anything, please let me know ❤️)

I love Otto, but his headcannons were so hard to write! The man has like three different moods when it comes to tickling someone:

The Scary Side:

*motions you over* "I'm going to get you good."

Two words to describe this side: Quick and lethal 😳

If you antagonize him enough, this side comes out very quickly.

Will chase you down, but not in a goofy, silly way.

I'm talking a permanent smirk as he keeps right on top of you.

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

And then when he catches you: "Well, well, well, look what I've caught in my web today."

Very much going to pin you down and tickle you silly cause you annoyed him.

He's not afraid to have his actuators help pin you down.

He will immediately go to your bad spots, no fooling around from him.

Isn't brutal as a Ler, but does give rougher tickles.

Is scarily good as flustering someone with his tickling with comments like: "I know you're blushing behind that mask." "You better hold that shirt out of the way." "Aww, I got your sweet spot." "You sound so apologetic when you're laughing in my face."

Rib counting. Just rib counting from this side.

And the drilling fingers too.

If he's using it to get you to apologize for something, good luck.

However, once he's done tormenting you, he'll give you a hug and make sure you're okay.

Then he'll explain why he did it.

He's rougher, but he doesn't want to over do it.

And absolutely no chance of tickling him back.

You will leave ultimately exhausted.

The Goofy Side:

*grins* "Here comes the tickle monster."

Two words to describe this side: Playful and fun 😁

If you get this side, you get a rare side of Otto.

He's usually a more stoic father figure individual so seeing this side is a treat.

And he usually rivals Peter 3 in the way of goofy tickle monster when this side comes out.

He will do the silly tickle chases when in this mood.

"Fe! Fi! Fo! Fum! I smell the giggles of a little ticklish one"

Has the biggest teasing grin when he does too.

Catches you in a bear hug before tickling you to bits: "I'm gonna get youuu!"

The biggest teaser when this side tickles.

He will coo and say things like: "Aww, look how adorable you are." "Those sounds are music to my ears." "If you weren't so adorable, I wouldn't hahave to tickle you as much . . . Who am I kidding, I would still tickle you." "Ihim just giving you a hug, you're the one too ticklish for their own good."

Not into using baby talk, but will use teases.

Nuzzles are one of his favorite tickle methods when in this mood.

Sometimes ticklish kisses, but those are more his Peters than anybody else.

He will occasionally give raspberries too, but he's out of practice so he doesn't do them often.

His actuators are sentient and will either join him or give him ideas to try.

This will be a longer tickle session, but you have more of a chance of fighting back. (Look down below for those :))

Once he's done, he will usually ruffle your hair and give you a big hug.

Very loving and just wants to make sure you're okay.

The Father/Grandfather Side:

*chuckles* "Ohokay, c'mere."

Two words for this side: Loving and sweet ❤️

This side only comes out for those he is very close with (Rosie and the 3 Peters)

The most physically affectionate out of his three tickle sides.

He'll usually just pulls the person he's tickling into his lap or to his side and gives them gentle tickles.

"Now where are those giggles hiding?"

And when he finds them: "Thehere they are."

He will make loving comments like: "I missed that smile." "You are so precious to me." "Well look at you."

Will give a lot of kisses and gentle tickles under the chin.

He will occasionally do that thing were you rub your nose against a baby's face and make the clicking sound with your tongue.

When in this side, his favorite form of tickling to give is nuzzles, but especially neck nuzzles.

He just finds them super goofy and affectionate and just loves to give them.

You can tickle him back too, but fair warning, you'll earn yourself more nuzzles.

At the end of it, he just holds you close and tells you how much he really does love you ❤️

And if you try to deny it, prepare for another round of loving tickles until you do.

"Now do you know how much I love you? No? Well let me show you."

For being tickled:

While the three Peters are walking tickles spots, Otto doesn't have very many.

Atleast . . . Not very many that are known.

It's hard to tickle him because he's more Ler than Lee and will tickle back if attacked.

Rosie found all of them shortly after they got married because she just had a way of knowing.

She would often whisper ideas to Peter 2 so he would know where to attack if he ever got into a tickle fight with Otto.

However, she didn't tell Peter about all of them.

One of his most ticklish spots is definetly the back of his ribs. (highly ticklish)

That's one spot he and Peter 2 have in common.

When you get his ribs just right, he is bound to snort.

And he will wheeze if you get his bottom most ribs.

His sides are also a very ticklish, and you just might get a squeal if you're lucky.

His neck is a giggle spot for sure, especially the nape of his neck.

Another thing he and Peter 2 share in common---he never had a raspberry growing up.

He didn't even know what those were until Rosie introduced them.

The 3 Peters suspect he might have ticklish feet because of a innocent stroke from a curious actuator and a feather, but because he wears slippers all of the time, they haven't been able to try it themselves.

His actuators are sentient and they have tickled him a couple times, but can't do it often cause they're attached both physically and mentally to the person they're trying to tickle.

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hotshot624 · 6 days ago

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how about lee!Harry Osborn and let Norman and Otto

Wake Up Call

Summary: Harry oversleeps after pushing himself before his day off. So Otto gives him a "reminder."

(I haven't written for these two in a bit ❤️ :) It was a sweet reminder ❤️ :) Thank you for your prompt Anon and hope you enjoy ❤️ :))

Harry started awake.

Blinking away the last bit of sleepiness from his eyes, he pushed his head up in confusion.

That's when another knock came from his bedroom door.

The younger Osborne groaned before pulling himself up and answering the door, only to have four actuators swarm his face.

Harry jerked back a bit in surprise. "Wow! Hey guys. Good to see you too."

"Come on you four, really?" A familiar voice chastised. "Give him some time to wake up."

Harry chuckled as the four actuators hung their "heads" and quickly moved back beside the owner of the voice. "Hey Otto. What's up?"

"Not much." The older scientist turned back to the younger Osborne. "We came to check on you."

"Oh?" Harry's eyebrows furrowed together as he scratched his head. ". . . Did I forget something?"

"No," Otto assured him. "I came to check on you because you rarely sleep this late."

Harry finally realized how bright it was in his room and his attention snapped to the windows were he could see bright sunlight streaming in.

The younger Osborne immediately started moving toward his bed. "Where is my phone?"

Otto stepped in. "Getting some extra sleep isn't a bad thing, but too much extra sleep can negatively affect you."

Harry finally found his phone. Once he saw the actual time, Harry blew out a stream of air. "Yeesh. 11:30."

Otto tilted his head to the side. "See why I came to check on you?"

"I do." The younger Osborne set down his phone. "Sorry if I scared you."

"It's alright." Otto patted the 'head' of Flo as it hovered near his shoulder. "Were you up late last night?"

Harry slowly turned to his desk over in the corner of his room. The sight of it covered in dozens of papers brought back the memories of what had happened last night. "Maybe a little later than normal."

"Oh?"

". . . Over the span of the last few nights."

Otto nodded in understanding. "Ah."

"I may or may not have worked a bit late the last few nights because I knew I would have the morning free to sleep in," Harry reluctantly admitted.

"I've done that before myself." The older scientist leaned against one of the bed posts. "But I hope you learned a valuable lesson about letting your body get overworked."

The younger Osborne turned. "That I should follow ths lead of my elders?"

Otto gave Harry a deadpan look.

"I mean, that's what I took away." Harry grinned. "Were you hoping I learned something different?"

"The mind forgets, but the body keeps score." All four actuators moved up into position as Otto pushed off the bed post.

Harry took a step back, feeling a threat before he was even sure what it was.

The older scientist gave him a playful smirk. "Perhaps that's what your body needs. A reminder."

The younger Osborne jumped just as Moe tried to catch him. He wasn't as flexible as Peter, but he still managed a very impressive roll across his unmade bed before ducking under Larry.

Harry almost skidded into the wall outside his bedroom door, thankfully righting himself in enough time to avoid Flo.

The look Otto had given him finally clicked. He'd seen the older scientist give that look to the Peters countless times and it always meant trouble.

So as soon as he was downstairs, he rushed into a nearby coat closet.

The younger Osborne felt very childish as he pushed himself farther back into the closet. He desperately tried to stifle his racing heart as he listened.

Footsteps outside told him Otto was on the hunt and a few nervous giggles bubbled up in his throat.

"Harry, where are you?" The older scientist called out, semi-near the closet.

The younger Osborne bumped into an empty hanger as he pushed himself behind some coats. He then cursed as it clattered loudly to the floor.

"Ah-ha!" Otto called out.

In a panic, Harry pushed himself behind a box and stood perfectly still.

A moment later, the closet door slowly creaked open. The excess light showed Harry that his upper body was hidden by jackets while his legs were hidden by the box.

"Where are you?" Otto mused.

The jackets on either side of the younger Osborne began to shift so Harry yanked a forgotten coat over his head and semi-crouched.

He missed all four actuators poking behind the coats and scanning the area. When they couldn't find anything, they turned to each other then slowly pulled back out.

A few seconds later, Harry slowly lifted his head. A breath of relief left his lips.

Then something yanked the back of his shirt.

The younger Osborne stumbled over the box as he was pulled from the closet and into something.

Then two arms trapped him in place. "Gotcha!"

The younger Osborne was already squirming.

In response, Otto started squeezing along his sides. "Where do you think you're going?"

Harry immediately broke into laughter.

"You still didn't answer my question," Otto teased as he kept up the attack.

The younger Osborne grabbed his wrists. "Nohowhehere!"

"Your squirming says otherwise."

Harry tried to push himself forward out of the hold.

"See?" Otto moved his squeezing up the younger's ribs. "Where are you going?"

"AH!" Harry literally jumped in the older scientist's arms, making Otto almost loose his grip.

The older scientist chuckled. He switched to using one arm to hold him in place while the opposite hand prodded around his torso. "Think you've gotten the reminder?"

"Yehes!" Harry latched back on to that wrist. "Ihi-ah! Ihi gohot ihit!"

Otto spidered up to worm his fingers into the younger's uppermost rib. "Which is?"

"NOHO MOHORE LAHATE NIHIGHTS!" Harry cackled out as he desperately tried to shove the hand away.

"Multiple late nights." The older scientist finally relented. "But excellent."

As his last few remaining giggles slipped out, Harry turned his head to glare at Otto.

That lasted approximately two seconds before Harry and Moe brushed up against the younger Osborne's shoulder and cheek.

Harry broke back into a smile as he reached up to stroke one of their heads.

Otto was smiling too as he let the younger go. "Glad we could reach an understanding."

Harry playfully groaned. "Yohou're ihinsufferable."

The older scientist fondly shook his head. "Love you too Harry."

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hotshot624 · 6 days ago

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I need Ler Otto in my life 😭

••@hexalianrebel-blackfeathers - I'm thinking #4 (Hide and Seek) with either Miguel or Doc Ock as the ler and our favorite Spider-Gang as lees.••

TickleTober Day 4 - Hide and Seek

~Okay, I’ve been so excited to write this one! I need to show the Ocks some more love, and I absolutely adore these two! This is stupidly long. I have no regrets. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Lees: Miles, Pavitr, Gwen, Hobie

Lers: Otto Octavious (Alfred Molina), Olivia Octavious

Summary: When stranded in another alternate dimension, Otto is recruited by an unexpected variant of himself. Things get complicated when the Spider-Gang tries to stop their heist. Finding a heart, Otto offers an ulterior method to win against their young adversaries.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Otto's life had been…well, interesting was a word for it. Just when he thought he was done being tossed from universe to universe, a random portal opened and yoinked him out of the current wrong dimension, leaving him lost once again.

The new world seemed…animated, in a sense. Otto definitely didn't fit the style, what with everyone’s 3D animationesque appearances. There was no way he could get around without being recognized as an anomaly, but he couldn’t very well stay where he was…

Before he could slip further into his thoughts, a small band bounced off his head and fell into an open robotic tentacle; he didn’t know it, but it was a Spider Society day pass. A woman’s voice called from above him, sounding eerily smug and conniving.

“Come with me, Octavious 96283. We have some pests to exterminate.”

“So…you built all of this alone? Without funding?” Otto looked around the small lab, wondering how on Earth the woman managed to construct such high-tech equipment by herself. It was in an abandoned office building, sure, but it was still a solid facility.

“Yes. It was a hindrance to use purely damaged technology and scrapped fragments from Alchemax sites, but I think I’ve created an adequate workspace.”

Otto would hardly stop at “adequate” to describe the place. There were monitors, a small dissection area, multiple glass test tubes with various liquids, and a research station; it’s a lab his teenage self would undoubtedly be envious of.

“You mentioned pests?” He tried to steer the conversation in a more manageable direction; maybe she’d help him get home if he fed into her plot.

“I did, yes. There have been more and more of these spider pests popping up since the creation of their little Society. After their mistake ruined my research, I figured I’d refocus my efforts on eliminating them all together, starting with unlocking the mechanics of their interdimensional travel.”

Olivia didn’t stop for a single second, flitting around her lab while she spoke. “I need your help with acquiring a few parts for my newest portal prototype. Just a simple heist, nothing too flashy.”

He should’ve known that was bullshit.

I mean, who actually told the truth when they said “just a simple” anything? Running through the bustling, animated city with thousands of dollars of technological advances in his arms. Olivia was a version of him, after all; he never told anyone the entirety of his plans.

Things went from bad to worse when he heard the tell-tale sound of web shooters firing.

“Damn those brats!” Olivia’s hiss put him more on edge than the possibility of being arrested. The spider he was most recently with was quite nice and empathetic, but he wasn’t sure how this universe’s protector carried themselves. Wait…did she say brats, plural?

“Drop the tech, tentacle heads!” A younger-sounding voice called out right before a ball of web fluid came flying at Otto’s face. He used a tentacle to catch it, but the mechanics of the triceps were immediately clogged.

The man got a closer look as the boy – probably, he wasn’t sure – approached: black suit, red details, thin frame, wide eye mask. Yeah, that kid definitely wasn’t old enough to be risking his life like that.

To his surprise, three more costumed teens – again, not a known fact, but they definitely seemed young – backed the black-clad spider up. The varying styles shocked him: ornate reds and blues, black and white with pops of color, and all-out punk outfit with the classic colors beneath. Yeah, they were definitely from different dimensions.

Olivia, on the other hand, sprang into action. She snapped a few lines of web that were shot her way, obviously used to fending off all four of them at once. Otto couldn’t help but wince as the ornate teen was whacked into the brick alley wall by one of her tentacles.

The one in white called out and ran to him – he assumed she was a girl, given her costume and intonation – while the punk charged Olivia. Otto was playing defense against the boy in black and red, trying not to hurt him.

While the man was putting up a pretty good fight, the black-and-red Spider-Man still managed to grab his duffle bag of stolen tech. Olivia started to shout at him to get it back before a small web smacked her in the face, covering her mouth. That enraged the woman to a new extent he hadn’t thought possible.

A lot of things fell into place for the man when Olivia lobbed a steel trash can at the lanky punk; they were fighting children, or at most very young adults.The rage in the woman’s eyes… Yeah, no.

Were the teens trying to arrest them and foil Olivia’s plan? Yes. Did that stop Otto from caring that they were probably minors who definitely shouldn’t be taking that many hard hits? Abso-fucking-lutely not.

Otto reached for the bag, hoping to get it away from the boy so they could just retreat. One of his tentacle claws managed to grab the boy's side, meaning to hold him still; what he hadn’t expected, however, was the boyish squeal that ripped from the black-clad spider’s throat.

In the midst of Otto’s surprise, the teen managed to slip out of the mechanical grip and…disappear? An invisibility power would have been incredibly helpful for the boy – that is, if the duffle he was carrying wasn’t still visible.

God, these kids need some proper training…

Despite his associate’s murderous rage, the punk seemed to have grabbed Olivia’s duffle as well. Behind him, Otto caught a glimpse of the ornate boy and white-clad spiders zipping up to a rooftop. Sensing that they were fighting a losing battle, the other two followed them up, duffles in hand.

“Damn it! I need those parts, or all of this will have been for nothing!” Olivia moved to charge after them, but the man held out a mechanical arm to stop her; her fiery glare was hard to ignore, but he did his best.

“Wait. I know they’ve been pains in the asses, but we can’t… Is there really a reason to truly harm them? You have to know that they’re hardly old enough to even consider doing what they do.” Otto spoke from his heart, hoping at least a fraction of his words would hit something human within the woman.

“What do you suggest we do then? Let them get away with hours of careful preparations and the keys to my plans?”

“I have a better idea. One that involves less…aggressive tactics. You’ll still get your revenge, of course.”

Olivia quirked a brow, eyes still trained on the rooftop the young heroes fled towards. The anger was still burning on her features, but a slight tweak of contemplation tugged at the corner of her mouth. “I’m listening, 96283. Make it fast.”

Welp, Miles was dead. Or rather, he was going to be dead very, very soon.

One Doc Ock was already hard enough to handle, but two? Even with his fellow spiders’ help, the teen doubted they’d be able to do much against the two forces. Retreat was one of their only smart options, but he could hear the thudding of mechanical claws behind him. The duffle bag in his arms seemed to weigh more by the second, burning with the knowledge that they’d be on his tail until he either forked it over or somehow managed to find enough time to portal out.

His friends scattered around him, fanning out in their practiced formation. They’d meet up behind a small bakery before portaling back to the Society. Unfortunately for Miles, that meant he had to find a way there by himself.

As Miles swung by an alley opening, a robotic tentacle shot out at him from the darkness. He managed to keep the duffle bag out of its grip, but the four synthetic claws closed around his chest in its tight grasp.

“GYAH- get off!” Miles’s heart sank as he watched the owner of the tentacle emerge, her cold eyes gleaming behind iridescent green lenses.

“Hello, little spider. I believe you have something of mine~” Olivia grabbed the duffle with her other tentacles, but Miles held strong; he did have super strength, after all.

“Fine. I’ll get that bag one way or another, you pest.”

Before he could wonder what kind of painful torture he’d endure, Miles felt the synthetic claws dig into his stomach. Caught off guard, he couldn’t help the giggly squeak that escaped him.

“GYEEhehe! Wh-whahahat?!” Miles wriggled and squirmed in the tentacle’s grip, the lenses on his mask wide and confused. It was almost cute, though Liv shoved that thought as far back in her mind as it would go; weakness wasn’t going to get her that tech.

“What? It’s pretty obvious: give me the bag, or I make this a lot worse for you. I don’t have anywhere to be, sweetie~” Liv teased him as she worked, trying to tug the bag out of his iron-like grip. She could’ve just ripped the bottom and taken the parts…but where’s the fun in that?

“D-dohohon’t cahall me thahahat!�� Beneath his mask, Miles’s cheeks warmed with red. She was just trying to kill him a moment ago; why’d she switch to doing that?! He didn’t really want her trying to kill him either, but it was an insane jump!

“Thihis ihis stuhuhuhupid!”

“On the contrary, Spider-Man, I’d say this is quite informative. I get to learn all of your weak points in just a few minutes; I’d hardly call that stupid.”

As if to prove her point, Olivia dragged two of her free claws up the red marking on his suit, stopping right below his underarms. The shrill squeal the action received was utterly adorable.

Ugh, Otto got to me, didn’t he?

“NOHOHohohooo! Lehemme gohoho!” The teen clamped his arms to his sides, still somehow managing to hold on to the duffle. He was starting to wonder if it was even worth it… No, it was; the parts still needed to be returned, even if it meant sacrificing his dignity.

“As soon as you let go of my technology, Spider-Brat.” Okay, enough games; Liv wanted that duffle bag. Forcing his arms above his head, she sent two tentacles to claw at his armpits.

Miles was not proud of the sounds he made after that.

“NAHAHAHAHA! NOHOT THEHEHERE!” Miles’s mind nearly went blank from the intense sensations shooting through his nervous system. He released his hold on the duffle bag, trying to slam his arms down.

Olivia snatched up the bag, stopping her assault to securely wrap her tentacles around it. Miles was sort-of gently put down, curling into a ball on the alleyway pavement. What the hell…?

“Was that so hard?” She dangled the bag in front of his face, taunting him. Miles tried to get back up, but he was utterly exhausted; the best he could do was shoot a web, which missed Liv by around two feet.

“As much as I’d love to rub this in, I have places to be. Try to stay out of my way, little spider~” With that, she used her tentacles to scale the side of the alleyway, taking off on the rooftops. She had an annoyingly truthful variant to find.

Miles wanted to go after the woman, but he was spent; it would’ve endangered both himself and his team if he tried fighting in that state. Shakily getting to his feet, Miles made his way to the bakery.

Hopefully the others would fare better than he did.

Otto almost felt bad for the spider kid he was holding. It had barely been a minute, but the guy was absolutely losing it, snorting and laughing so loudly that Otto wondered if the one he was trying to bait had gone deaf. Where was that punk?

“Stop it! Let him go, tentacle head!” Gwen shouted and squirmed in the metal tentacle’s grasp, trying to get to Pav. He wasn’t injured when he got thrown, but she still didn’t want him to be getting…tortured? She had no idea what the villain was trying to accomplish, but she wasn’t about to watch her friend struggle without a fight.

“Tentacle head? Really?” Otto smiled slightly, turning his focus on Gwen. Pav was still getting his stomach attacked, of course, but the claw on his neck left to go toy with her. “Here I thought you spiders were supposed to be funny.”

Gwen squirmed as she saw the tentacle coming towards her, but didn’t back down. It couldn’t be that bad, right? Pavitr’s stomach was just stupidly ticklish; she could tough it out until either Miles or Hobie arrived to help. Probably…

“N-NOHOHOHOT HEHER! PLEHEHEASE!” Pav did his best to try and save Gwen from his fate, but it really only made the older man chuckle. The kids were ridiculous; it was kind of adorable.

“Sorry kids, but your friend has something I need. Don’t worry; I’m sure he’ll be here soon.”

With that, the claw began squeezing at Gwen’s sides, her laughter soon joining Pavitr’s in the alley. Otto severely doubted the punk had gone very far; he just needed the boy to take the bait.

He wasn’t disappointed.

“OI! Drop ‘em, ya big sashimi!” Hobie swung into the mix, the second duffle bag hanging securely off his back. He slammed his boots into the tentacle holding Pav, causing it to drop the tired boy onto the ground. He holds up a shaky thumb before being waved away by Hobie.

“You kids and your octopus jokes.” Otto chuckled, watching his hostage stumble to his feet and swing away. The trust the kids had in each other was sweet, albeit a little optimistic.

“H-HOHOHOBIE! WHEHERE’S MIHILES?” Gwen continued to try and escape the tickly tentacle, but it was a lot harder than it looked; those things were strong. Hobie couldn’t help but roll his eyes at that. She’s being held hostage, and Miles is the thing she’s worried about?

“Ge’ your priorities straight, Gwendy!” Coming back around, Hobie fired off a barrage of webs, trying to jam the claws grabbing at him. It’s three against one, though; a claw managed to catch him by the wrist, yanking him up and into the air in front of Otto.

Hobie struggled in the tentacle’s grip as Gwen continued to laugh and kick at the one holding her. Otto knew his objective; he was just gonna goof off a bit before completing it.

“Now, I’m gonna need that duffle bag, kid.” Otto sent one of the tentacles out to try and grab the bag off his shoulders, but Hobie kicked at the biotech the moment it was in range. Fine by him; the hard way was so much more fun.

“Alright then. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, kiddo.” With that, he stepped forwards, squeezing the boy’s sides. Hobie tried to punch him, but one of his free tentacles came to hold the teen’s other wrist.

Hobue refused to giggle at first, just kicking his feet and trying to escape. When Otto reached his underarms, however, that dam practically exploded.

“GEHEHE’ OHOHOFFA MEHEHE!” Hobie thrashed about in the claws’ hold, his cheeks quickly heating up. Damn it, why’d he have to be so ticklish?!

“Wow. I mean, I wasn’t expecting my plan to fail, but you kids really are ticklish. It’s kinda adorable.” Otto teased them, willing the claw on Gwen’s sides to take things a little easier; he was mainly focused on Hobie.

“Shuhut uhuhup!” Gwen’s squeaky voice rang out beside him as she struggled. While she was grateful for the slight reprieve, Otto was still a villain. She was gonna escape and haul his strangely non-violent ass back to whatever dimension he came from.

It was at that inconvenient moment that Liv found Otto. I mean, it wasn’t hard; the sound of Hobie’s laughter and Gwen’s squeaks could be heard for at least half a mile.

“Seriously, 96283? Just keep him still.” Rolling her eyes, she went behind the squirmy teen and unbuckled the strap on the bag. It easily slipped off his back, falling straight into Liv’s arms. “Don’t mess around for too long. Those little menaces multiply.”

With that, she left Otto to his devices, getting away with the stolen goods. Hobie groaned, struggling against the claws to try and follow her. That struggle quickly changed focus when one of the wiggling claws moved behind his knees. He snorted, nose scrunching as a red hue burned on his face.

Okay, that was embarrassing. For once, he hoped Miles and Pav disregarded team protocol; they could really use some back-up.

Thankfully, those two could almost never listen.

A chunk of rubble slammed into the tentacle holding Gwen, causing it to reel back and drop her. A flash of red and blue scooped her up before she could hit the concrete.

Before Otto can react, a web ball smacks him in the face. He stumbles, the tentacles holding Hobie dropping him in favor of protecting their master. A black streak catches the tall teen, setting him down a safe distance away.

“T-toohok you lohohong enouhuhugh!” Hobie shouted after the other teen, struggling to recover from his rather silly predicament. Miles just stuck his tongue out at him before whirling on Otto.

Once Gwen was set safely aside to recover, Pavitr got back into the fray. He used his bangles and webs to sling-shot himself at the man, catching him in the chest and knocking him off balance. Miles followed suit, weaving around the tentacles to try and get as many shots in as possible.

Otto groaned, staggering as he tried to at least block the kids’ hits. He didn’t want to fight them, but…well, he did need to get back to his dimension.

“WAIT! Just- surrendering! I surrender!” Otto staggered backwards, holding his hands up defensively. Miles went to lunge again, but Pavitr grabbed his shoulder to stop him.

“Hey, hold on. He’s done.” For safety, the two webbed otto up, restraining his arms–organic and metal–before checking on the others.

Hobie, while winded, was okay; he didn’t seem too happy, though. “Whahat the fuck, Octavious? Seriously? Ticklin’?”

“Would you rather I have fought you by swinging hundred-pound metals at your heads?” Otto just smiled, apparently not that upset that he’d been caught.

“No, but…why?” Gwen walked over as well, still holding her sides; she played it off as crossing her arms. She scanned Otto with her watch, locating his universe; it was the newer, much more humane way they were returning the criminals to their dimensions.

“You’re all children, are you not? I figured it wouldn’t be too out of the ordinary.”

All four of them froze at that, sharing one quick “oh shit” look. How did he know? It was literally the first time any of them had seen him; what tipped him off?

“Hey, calm down. I’m ready to go home, not guess at secret identities.” Otto’s tone was strangely paternal, though the group chose to ignore that fact.

“I…whatever. C’mon, guys.” Gwen ushered the villain forward, dissolving the webs right as he stepped through the glowing orange portal.

After a moment of healthy silence to process whatever the hell just happened, Pav broke the silence.

“Well…that was eventful.” He chuckled as Hobie shoved his shoulder, happy to break the tension. Hobie used his watch to make a portal to his universe, tugging the joyful boy in to go watch bad movies and forget about the silly mission.

Miles took a few tentative side-steps towards Gwen, hoping to dissolve some of the awkwardness around her as well.

“Ya know…I don’t need to be home for a good few hours. We could go check out that new record shop in my universe, if you’re up for it…?”

“...alright. Can we get shakes afterwards too?”

“Yeah, no problem. Vinyl and peanut butter fudge await us.”

“Await us?”

“We’re doin’ a Shakespeare analysis, gimme a break!”

Oliva set down her duffles of parts, satisfied with how the day went. Sure, her variant was captured and relocated, but she got what she needed out of him. With the tech they’d managed to scrounge up, her plans were perfectly viable.

While getting the pieces organized, Liv couldn’t help but think back on the heist. One of her tentacles had a small glitch; she’d need to run a few diagnostics to see what went wrong.

She also thought about the hellions that tried to ruin her plans yet again. The method Otto implemented to subdue them, while ridiculous, had been surprisingly effective. The supposed teens’ laughter had been rather…well, adorable, for a lack of better words.

When he caught her reflection in the screen, she saw a smile, of all things, greeting her. It was a weakness, finding joy in such frivolous matters. Damn that variant and his infectious ideals!

Still, he was right; it was much easier to tickle them instead of fight.

She’d have to try it again in the future…

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hotshot624 · 6 days ago

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Clark loses a bet. Lois hits the jackpot.

“I can’t even begin to list all the reasons this is a terrible idea.” Clark pinches the bridge of his nose. Lois smacks the nail polish bottle against her hands to loosen up the purple color inside.

“A bet’s a bet, Clark. Give me your hands.” Lois holds her own out expectantly. He leans forward and sighs.

“You know I can’t do that.”

“You can, actually. It’s very simple. You just extend your arms.” She tries to pull on his arms. He rolls his eyes.

“Haha. You really think Jimmy won’t recognize—“ Clark spins the nail polish bottle so he can read the label— “desert plum on Superman’s fingers and mine? Or more specifically that it’s your favorite shade?”

“Alright, fine. But I get to do your toes.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“You wear boots! No one will even see it.” Lois doesn’t do puppydog eyes—it’s not her personality—but she does do that infuriating head tilt that makes any idea of hers seem reasonable.

“I’ll play you some Crabjoys while I do it. Will that sweeten the pot?” She raises her eyebrow expectantly, as if she already knows the answer. Because she does. He’ll do anything for her, unfortunately.

“…fine.” Clark crosses his arms, but he can’t help the smile that blossoms in response to hers.

….

Clark bops along to the Crabjoy’s mightiest hits, occasionally breaking out in air drums or air guitar when the melody really gets to him. Their music fills him with hope, every time. It reminds him of racing cars down long dirt roads and disappearing into the corn before anyone could get a good look.

“You’re such a dork.” Lois shakes her head fondly.

“It’s good music!” Clark throws his hands up.

“In your dreams, Smallville. They play this at the grocery store. That’s an automatic demerit.” She sticks her tongue out a little as she works.

She wipes a little excess off the edge of Clark’s toe and he flinches a little. The bottle of nail polish tilts onto his foot. Cursing softly, Lois catches the bottle and starts wiping it off of his sole.

Regretfully, Clark squeaks.

“What was that?” Her head snaps up.

“Nothing,” he says, far too quickly, and he can tell by the razor glint in her eye that he has mere seconds to find an out. He racks his brain for something, anything—

“Oh my god. Are you ticklish, Clark?”

Too late.

He opens and closes his mouth a few times. She grins wickedly.

“Alright, well—Lois—“

She scribbles experimentally at his sole and Clark yelps. He slides down on the couch and buries his face in his hands.

“Don’t do that.” She chides, as if she isn’t the cause. “Stop hiding. I like your smile.”

“Gosh, you are so…” He peeks between his fingers. She’s beautiful, is what she is.

“The polish has to dry, Clark. Don’t mess it up.” Lois starts tickling his foot in earnest and Clark muffles a squeal into his hands. She has nails and it’s evil, it’s so evil, and his foot is vibrating with the effort not to move.

She’s a menace, is what she is. He loves her, but golly, she might kill him.

He keels over on the couch and squeezes the life out of a throw pillow, but he leaves his foot there. The polish has to dry. She worked so hard on it. This is fine. He’s Superman. He can handle it.

He gigglesnorts. Lois gasps. He groans.

“Your ankles? Really?” Lois looks like a kid on Christmas morning. Clark doesn’t have air to defend himself, so he just shakes his head.

Lois goes back to his sole and he jumps. The coffee table releases a concerning creak under his foot. Worried about it, he tries to reel in his foot, but Lois starts poking under his toes, what is wrong with her?

“Okayokayokay—“ He says in one giggly rush of breath, desperately gripping her shoulders— “Genuinely, I might kick you.”

Lois gasps, mock offended. Clark rolls his eyes.

“How dare you—“

“Lois—“

“Superman threatening a member of the press? In her own home?” Lois clutches her imaginary pearls. She tries to poke him and he grabs her hands.

“All I’m saying is I don’t want to hurt you. If you tickle me there there is a high chance of that.” He implores her to understand with his eyes.

“So I can tickle you somewhere else and you’ll keep it together?” Lois raises her brow.

“That is not what I said.” Clark feels his face burn hotter than his own lasers.

“That’s exactly what you said.” Lois grins. Clark chews the inside of his cheek for a moment, thinking about it. He can’t hurt her. He can’t. But if she really has to behave like a little goblin…

“Alright, I guess…if you don’t touch my legs I think we’ll be fine.” Clark pinches the bridge of his nose again, more to hide his face than anything.

“My god, you’re so fucking cute. You didn’t actually have to tell me.” Lois blinks at him, the mischievous edge melting from her expression.

“You asked!” He laughs, half out of disbelief. It’s always this game with them. She tells him that he’s too open, too trusting, as if she didn’t hold his heart in her hands from the very first moment they met.

“Okay, well, if you’re offering, I’m taking you up on that.” She climbs on top of him on the couch. He throws his hands up between them in surrender.

“I wouldn’t say I’m offering—“ She shoves her fingers under his shirt and he cuts himself off with a bark of laughter. Her hands are way colder than he expects. He makes a mental note to start sneaking more iron-rich foods into their dinners.

Laughter spills freely from his mouth, no matter how much he fights to stop it. Stem it, at least. There’s no hope for him though, not when the thrill of her touch keeps what meager walls he possesses at bay. He peeks at her and catches a glimpse of a searing smile. His heart soars right into his throat and sticks. She’s so clearly having fun. Tormenting him, sure, but gosh….that smile.

Clark rolls over on his stomach and presses his burning face to the cushions. Seeing her look at him like that…he feels too big for his bones, like a gangly teenager all over again.

“This isn’t very effective, Clark.” She shoves her hands under his arms, seeking his ribs, and he nearly flips them both off the couch.

“T-Thank you for the feedback!” He shrieks. She laughs softly. She has no concept of how close he is to shattering her knuckles with his biceps. He can’t, so he won’t, but he could, so she really has to stop.

He rolls partially over and grabs her wrist. She finds a seam of muscle at his side and then he’s boneless, squinting at her through teary eyes.

“Alright, alright. Don’t die on me.” Lois skates her nails over his back. Goosebumps chase her fingers across his skin. He melts beneath her touch as if snow was the only thing holding him together.

“That’s nice.” He hums, shimmying back towards her. He pillows his head on his arms. She traces the taut lines of his muscles across his back and he shivers.

“I’m glad you think so, because—“ she leans down to whisper in his ear— “you smudged the polish.”

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Run darling

A/n: ahhh I finally did it! I caved! Here is the promised Saja Boys tickle fic and I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: swearing, restraints, chasing, flirting and ruthless tickling. They go from merciless to sweet in a finger snap, not proofread.

Shit shit shit! What the hell were you thinking!

You ran through the poor lit backstage area as you dodged cables and pieces of props, now you probably wondered how you got in this stupid situation.

Four words.

300 year old demons.

Turns out they didn't target only Huntrix but also anyone that was closely related to them. And since you were Rumi's best friend, you fell in that category.

And possibly because one of the girls let it slip that you knew where they kept all their lyrics of past, present and future shows.

It was decided when you all were teens that only one person should know where that place was, and since you weren't always in the spotlight, you were the safe choice.

At least that's what seemed smart back then.

Now you were absolutely sprinting through the backstage area from 5 demons who were probably toying with you.

Suddenly a cloud of pink smoke erupted right where you stood and a ghost of a breath went over your neck as you slipped to a stop.

"Oh darling, it's adorable that you think you can run from us" Abby whispered behind you before disappearing again.

You whipped around, but only saw pink smoke in all directions.

A laugh sounded behind you as you kept turning in circles, trying to pin point any of them or an exit sign of a door. But got nothing, just mocking laughs from all around.

Two arms wrapped around your waist out of nowhere, you jumped in the embrace. Before the room you were in wasn't a backstage area anymore but a apartment. Great they took you with them.

"Now that was a fun game to play" Romance said flirty behind you, apparently he was the one that was holding you.

You got sat down on a chair and some kind of restraint made out of the same pink smoke wrapped around your arms.

"Oh come on" you murmur angry and tried to pull your arms free, which of course didn't work at all.

"Now then love" Jinu said appearing in front of you in his demon form "You know what we want so how about you just tell us where Huntrix keeps their lyrics?"

"Like hell" Ha the irony of that "I'm not gonna help you"

"Do you really want to make this difficult" Baby's voice sounded behind you which definitely surprised you because he didn't talk much "You're outnumbered, restrained and have no means to call for your precious little hunters"

"You must be out of your goddamm mind if you think I'm going to help you" You said staring dead ahead at a wall.

Romance suddenly appeared in front of you, blocking your way of sight "Oh but darling, we are out of our mind" he mused reaching up to tug a piece of hair behind your ear, his claws grazing the side of your neck.

A very soft giggle escaped your lips and you immediately shut your trap, hoping no praying that they didn't hear that.

But they are demons and they definitely heared that.

"Did you just giggle" Jinu asked a slow smirk falling over his lips.

"Oh your ticklish" Baby said looking up from his phone to see the others looking at him "What? I read"

"What! No I'm not!" You exclaimed.

"Your defensive reaction says something else" Abby grinned standing to your side and crouching down, gently running his claw over your side.

A breathy giggle left your lips before you could stop it and you glared down at him.

"Oh you definitely are" he laughed standing back up and walking over to the others.

"We'll give you a deal, you tell us where that vault is or we'll tickle the answer out of you" Jinu said nonchalant.

You immediately went red in the face, why would he say it like that. And it would be incredibly embarrassing if you actually caved to tickle torture of all things.

So what did you do?

Something incredibly stupid.

"Do you worse"

That was all it took, one sentence and a slow grin spread across their lips.

Abby's hands immediately went for your sides and since your arms were slightly pulled away from your sides due to the restraints, your entire rip cage was open.

Romance went for your knees and he was stupidly gentle with it, just soft scratches before giving a squeeze.

Mystery, who was quiet the entire time, went for your neck, blowing raspberries up and down and soft tickles behind your ear.

Baby went from the ribcage, minimal work maximum effect.

And Jinu? Jinu just watched, with that stupid smirk on his face as he saw you falling apart by his band mates.

The scream of laughter that came from you was unholy, howling laughter as you trashed around.

"OH MY GAWDAHHAHHAHHAHA" you wheezed leaning forward to at least try and escape Mystery who just pulled you back effortlessly.

"Sensitive little thing, aren't you" Jinu chuckled as he crouched down in front of you.

You glared at him through your laughter, but it didn't look very threatening with a large grin on your face.

"YOU JERKHAHHAHA GAHHAHAHAH"

"Now now no need to call anyone names" Romance said as he squeezed your knees "Your laugh is so cute"

You cackled like a madman, kicking your legs out. Only for them to be caught by him.

This continued on for what felt like hours and you were genuinely started to reconsider telling them.

"This isn't gonna work" Abby said looking over your breathless face before a light went on in his eyes.

He left your side and went over to your feet, pulling your boots off.

Your eyes went wide "No no no no Abby don't"

"Oh so that's your secret, bad spot?" He grinned leaving your socks on.

You tried to kick him.

Romance just wrapped his arms around your legs and held your feet up.

"We won't do it if you'll just tell us" Baby said with a shit eating grin moving behind you, standing with Mystery.

"Over my dead body" you growled.

"Your going to wish you didn't say that" Jinu chuckled before nodding to Abby.

Just one claw dragged down the sole of your feet, before scribbling over the bottom.

You screamed.

Wildly thrashing around as you kicked out.

"GHAHHAHAHAHHAHHA" you laughed your heart out as you tossed your head back. Baby and mystery immediately taking advantage of it and blowing raspberries on both sides of your neck.

"You really are sensitive" Romance chuckled keeping your legs up with ease "And really fuckin cute"

As if that helped, now you were laughing and blushing.

As your laughter started to go hysterical and tears rolled down your cheeks you gave in.

"OKAY OKAY FUCKHAHHAHHA ILL TELL YOUHAHAHAHAHA" you screamed through your laughter.

They slowly let up, all of them grinning.

"Go on" Jinu said.

"It's.. in the penthouse, behind the painting at the.. studio" you said panting.

The restraints dissolved from your arms and you slide of the chair like jelly.

"Why thank you Love" Romance said "Now please don't die on us"

You just slapped his leg weakly.

They all laughed softly before Abby scooped you up in his arms.

"You really are cute" he muttered before you were ones again incased by pink smoke. This time ending up in your room in the Huntrix penthouse.

Mystery pulled you from Abby's arms, and having quickly pulled the blankets away. Tugged you into bed.

You smiled softly before your eyes drooped shut. Maybe they weren't such scary demons after all.

"Come on" Jinu whispered to the others and after tugging a piece of hair behind your ear they disappeared in a poof of pink smoke.

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Oooo could I please get 25 with jayvik lee!Viktor for the May prompts?? That’s a yummy prompt list too brw, so many bangers!

May Drabbles - #21 - Requests Closed!

Sorry it took so long!! And right?? I loved that list too^^

“Well now you’re just asking for it.”

Viktor indeed did not budge. Though... he did let out the cutest little laugh in anticipation and raised his hands in a weak, half-hearted attempt to protect himself.

"I w-wasn't ahasking for ahanything!" But yeah, Jayce smirked and tickled Viktor's sides playfully.

Presenting his bare feet comfortably while he rested, stretching out with his arms over his head, revealing his tummy. Scratching his side and slightly moving his shirt up to reveal bare skin.

It was a secret language Jayce understood as: Jayce, please tickle me.

"Yes yes, I don't believe you," Jayce teased, moving closer and tickling Viktor even more.

He didn't care that Viktor had been in full relax-mode, sitting back with his bare feet and his vacation-ish outfit. He didn't care that maybe it was a coincidence after all, and Viktor hadn't been asking for tickles. That Jayce was just being silly in the head right now.

Whether he asked for it or not, Viktor didn't mind that Jayce tickled him now. He squirmed and giggled adorably, leaning against him while he allowed Jayce to make him laugh.

"Ahahalright, J-Jayce t hat's ehenough," Viktor finally said. Of course Jayce stopped, and he rubbed Viktor's back, enjoying his heavy breaths. The smile lingered on his face.

"I wasn't really asking for it," Viktor finally admitted when Jayce continued to look at him in with a smirk.

"But?" Jayce asked smugly.

Viktor rolled his eyes fondly. "I was thinking about it, just a little."

"So what did you think?"

"I thought I wouldn't mind it."

He was the cutest. Jayce chuckled and poked him, earning himself another lovely giggle.

"I'm getting better and better at reading you, partner~"

Viktor laughed. Even without getting tickled. The brightest, sweetest kind of laugh that made Jayce feel warm and fuzzy inside.

"So I guess now's my turn to tickle you back, hmm?"

Jayce shrugged. "Doesn't have to be thahahat-WAY! Hey- okahahay! C-count down fihihirst!"

Nope, Viktor was pleased to tickle him back, and their silly laughter and giggles continued to surround them on this relaxing day off.

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AHHHH I SAW THE TEMPORARY KDH POST JJSFODJSHSJDKD PLSPLSPLS CAN YOU DO SOMETHING WITH LEE!BABY??😭😭 THIS HAS BEEN MY HYPER-FIXATION FOR DAAAAYYYSSSSS (buuuttt you don’t have to do it if u dont wanna)

YOU BET YOUR LEFT KIDNEY I'LL GIVE YOU LEE!BABY! :D (Don't actually bet your left kidney- you might need that <3) Nah but seriously- I had a ✨Vision✨, an idea really of Ler!Abby! It made me laugh so much I had to turn it into a thing! :D I've gotcha covered, anon!

Summary: Curiosity makes Abby want to check out Baby's muscle development. Absolute shenanigans ensue. Somehow Jinu gets wrapped up into it.

“BABY!” Abby’s voice shook him from his nap, the following bulk of muscle landing on him nearly put him back out. “Show me your abs!”

“...What?” Just when he thought he avoided the older demon’s chaos. “Why would I do that?”

“Show me! I’ve seen you move- you’ve got some muscle under there, don’cha?” Fingers prodded lightly along the edge of his sweater, making the blue boy twitch. “You should join me! Show it off some time- give the fans something new!”

“I don’t need to show off my body for fans to love me. You do that plenty enough for all of us.” He swatted at the fingers pinching at his shirt, trying to untuck it. “Go strip someone else!”

“You think I haven’t?” The big idiot grinned, giving Baby’s sides a quick tickle. “Why are you acting so shy? Scared I’ll judge you? I won’t, promise!”

“Screhehw you! You damn strihihihpper!” Baby shoved at his hands, digging his nails into the skin around Abby’s wrists. Even with his demonic claws out, it did absolutely nothing. “Ghohohoho away! I’m trihihihying to nahhahaap!”

“Nap then. Who’s stopping you?” Abby wormed a few fingers along his belly, making him spasm with a small squeak. “Oh, it’s me isn’t it?”

“Eheheheheh! Yoohohu son of a-GAH!” Those damn fingers somehow pushed past his tucked in shirt, ice cold against his once warm skin. It made the tickling even worse! Why were humans so ticklish? Or was he always this bad, even when he was living? “Nohohohoho, dohohon’t tihihickle meehehehehhe!”

“Show me your abs first! Come on- you got to have something here!” He pretended to struggle against Baby’s deathgrip, keeping his tickly touch along his lower belly and sides. “Flash them muscles, boss baby!”

“Eheheheheh! Screhehehw you! Fihihihine, fihihihihine, stahahhaap!” The tickles came to a halt, and Baby reached down to fiddle with the ends of his shirt and sweater. He waited until Abby moved his hands-

“AH!” The bigger demon yelped when Baby jabbed him in the belly, making him spasm backwards. He took his chance to escape, rolling off the couch and scrambling for safety. “Oi, come here!”

“Nohohohohoho!” The giggles came back with a vengeance as Baby’s ankle was grabbed, his body slowly being dragged back towards his pink haired bandmate. “Wahahait, wahahhait, I’ll shohohow theheem for reahhahahal! I’ll show theheem!”

“Nope, we’re passed that. Now I’m gonna teach you what happens when you touch the goods.” In a matter of seconds, Abby had his foot in an armlock, gently scribbling into the socked soul. It barely took a brush of his fingers before he had him squealing. “Wow, you’re so ticklish! And here I thought Jinu was bad!”

“Nahahahhahahaha! Nohoohoh, nohohohoh, noohohoht thahahaht! Ahahahanything buhuhuht thahahahahht!” Baby cried, flailing like a fish out of water with the grace of a dying insect. His limbs flailed to and from, aiming for kicks on Abby’s legs (and anything he could reach) while his hands struggled between hiding his face, pulling his beanie down and making rude gestures at said demon. “Geheheheht ohohohoff my frehehehehheet! Yoohohohou’re suhuuhhuch a whehehehirdo!”

“Hey now, don’t go calling me that! Your the one screaming like a banshee.” He snickered, going for a terrible spot along Baby’s toes. He winced some at the high-pitched squeak he released. “See? Banshee!”

“NAHAHAHAHAHHA! SAHAHHHAVE MEHEHEHEHE!” Baby wailed, clinging to the leg of the couch as he weakly tugged for freedom. At that moment, his savoir arrived.

“Baby? Abby, why are you bullying him?” Jinu walked up, his raised brows disappearing in his fringe as he watched the scene unfold. “Was he giving you sass again?”

“Nah, I just felt like tickling him. He’s being shy about his abs.” Abby stopped his tickling long enough for Baby to quiet down, still keeping his foot hostage. “I don’t know why- they look great! Maybe not as great as mine though.”

Jinu rolled his eyes. Baby saw his chance.

“He rolled his eyes! He thinks they’re stupid!” Baby cried out, breathless with laughter. Jinu’s jaw dropped, a noise of shock escaping him. Abby gasped, clutching his pearls.

“He did? Oh that is it- come here!” His foot was released. Baby quickly crawled away as Abby chased their band leader, beginning a roundabout sprint around the couch. He got comfortable by the nearest chair while Jinu tried arguing his innocence.

“Abby- Abby wait! I wasn’t rolling my eyes at you! Well, okay I was but in my defensethatwassostupidto-HEAR!” He was tackled to the couch in seconds, silly noises ripping from his lips as the pink haired man dug ruthlessly into his belly and sides. “Bahahahahby, hehehehelp!”

“No, help me, Baby!” Abby called back. “Get his legs!”

“Bahhahahaby pleahahhahahhse!”

“I got him down, get his ass!”

“I’m tired.” The youngest demon yawned before curling up on his side, eyes heavy with sleep. The sound of the other’s laughter and teasing was like a lullaby to him. “Goodnight.”

“Trahhaha-AHAHHAITOR!”

“Hehe, goodnight babycakes.”

Thanks for reading!

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