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lee-gets-ler-gives366 · 1 year ago

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Hello, beautiful soul!! For the fruit shop, could we have lee!Hawks and ler!LoV? With banana, orange, and watermelon? Maybe some of those tickle bites/kisses land on those extra sensitive wings...lord knows how he'd handle a raspberry. He's canonically vibration sensitive.

Fruit(s): Bananas, Oranges, Watermelon

Aww hi Anon! I’ve never written for the LoV besides Dabi, so new experience! I do have the character limit capped at four for these fics, so I just picked the league members that I thought would be most fun. Love writing for KFC, definitely one of my MHA favorites to get got (). This is gonna be pre-PLF because it’s just easier for me that way. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Hawks

Lers: Dabi, Twice, Toga

Summary: Hawks is sassing his fellow LoV members, collectively pissing everyone off. While some more violent methods are suggested, the most interested trio finds a way to get back at the birdie without injuring their “asset.”

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

The League of Villains were gathered in their “meeting room,” though only two members were really paying attention to Shigaraki’s spiel. Kurogiri was…probably listening? It was hard to tell with him. Mr. Compress seemed to be engaged, nodding along and occasionally humming. Then again, he almost always indulged Shigi’s rants; it was just the kind of man he was.

Dabi was practically laying on the table, his head resting on his folded arms; he couldn’t care less about the precautions. If heroes ever found them, he’d burn them all to a nice crisp. Twice and Toga were trading a piece of paper back-and-forth, writing little notes and doodles to pass the time. Spinner idly twirled one of his blades, sharing most of his teammates’ boredom.

Right as Shigaraki got to the extra repetitive part of his speech, a smug yet smooth voice spoke up. “Don’cha think you should talk about something new, Shigaraki? This is getting kinda old.”

Six pairs of eyes shot over to Hawks, though most were more excited than shocked; it was something other than the same “we’re the ultimate fighters” speech. Shigaraki, however, seemed less than amused. “Really, hero? And what would you say, since you’re so amazing at speeches?” The word “hero” was said very bitterly; his way of reminding Hawks that he was still on thinner ice.

“Well, ya really haven’t gone over the next moves for the League. We’ve tossed ideas around, but do we have a clear idea? Seems kinda important ta me.” The Decay user frowned, though he couldn’t say Hawks was wrong. He had been laying the hero slander on a little thick, but he was getting angry. Besides, he had a clear idea of what was to come next. He just wasn’t ready to share that big a plan with the bird yet.

“That…isn’t ready for sharing. I do have plans, you just… don’t get to know them.” That wasn’t a lie, either. He wasn’t telling them more than the bare minimum until the day grew closer. Upon hearing this, a few league members huffed and chuckled under their breaths. Even though they knew their leader did have plans, it was funny to see someone make him squirm.

Hawks normally wouldn’t act like that; his main goal was to blend in and find out the League’s big plans without getting caught. That day, however, he was bored of the same unhelpful information, his casual attitude and snark slipping out without him realizing it.

That week, it had slipped out a lot. Everyone’s patience was wearing thin, to the point of them discussing various torture methods and violent solutions. A few were particularly pissy, having a group discussion about what the hell to do with their newest member.

“I’m gonna kill that ungrateful newbie.” Shigaraki growled in a scratchy, annoyed tone. “Who does he think he is, hijacking my fine meeting?!” Toga giggled, though didn’t make any comments.

Dabi spoke next, huffing. “Told you lunatics he was trouble. But no, none‘a you listened to me. Reap what you sow, assholes.” He really didn’t care about minding his language; everyone was a bit pissed, giving him an excuse. Twice decided to put his two cents in, quite literally.

“C’mon, it’s probably just an off week for him or something. Let’s main him; I’m sure nobody would mind!” Toga giggled again, catching the attention of the hothead. Dabi glared at her, crossing his arms as his snarl somehow deepened. “What’s got you all giggly, psycho? Maiming get you going or somethin’?”

The blonde just shook her head, a shit-eating yet lax smile on her face. “You boys are going about this all wrong~! If he’s making jokes, you gotta make him laugh for it to stop! Izuku-kun does it all the time~” She sounded oddly reminiscent at the end… Still, Dabi just scoffed.

“Make him laugh? And you’re still stalking that hero kid? Seriously?” She disregarded that second part, nodding and smiling widely. “Yeah! He’s looking for a giggle or snicker when he sasses you guys; why not return the favor~?” The answer was cryptic, as things usually were with Toga, but it got a certain man interested.

“Return the favor? How do we do that, jokes? That’s idiotic, let’s just do it my way!” His first statement sounded intrigued, so Toga went with it and explained. “Well, that’s one way, but Izuku’s friends make it a lot more fun!”

Dabi interjected, sick of the short back-and-forth. “Fuckin’ hell, just say it, you nutjob! Sick of this!” She rolled her eyes, pouting. “So grumpy, Dabi! Well, I say…we tickle him!”

Every man in the room paused, looking at her with varying degrees of “what now?” for her statement.

“Tickle him? What is this, fuckin’ preschool?”

“Toga, we’re respectable villains, not children.”

“Oh…I mean, uhm, why. What the hell?!”

“C’mon boys, you’re no fun! It would teach him a lesson, and he’d probably stop interrupting your meetings~” Toga said the last bit in a sing-songy voice, making Shigaraki huff. She had won. “Whatever, I don’t care. If it doesn’t work, though, I’m putting chicken wings on the menu.” Their leader left, done with that entire conversation; Toga had his permission, though.

“Are you really not gonna take the opportunity to get back at Hawks? Even after he called you crispy?” The flame user’s nostrils flared; she knew how to play her cards. “FINE! Fine, ya shit, I’ll help! You’re lucky I need revenge… Twice, c’mon.”

The multi-opinionated villain jumped up, seeming mostly curious and a bit excited to carry out their plan. Well, if you could call the vague outline of “tickle Hawks until he stops being an ass” a plan. Still, they were ready.

Hawks was sitting at the bar counter, scrolling aimlessly through his phone. He was bored, and the news was rather unhelpful in keeping him up-to-date. He was in a sort of daze, so much so that he didn’t notice the three villains sneaking up behind him.

Twice took one more step, though that seemed to be a wrong move; the floorboard squeaked, alerting Hawks of their presence. He whipped his head around, seeing the three of them “sneaking” towards him. Oh hell no…

He immediately tried to fly away before realizing that he couldn’t; he had depleted his wings in a fight a few days prior. He was stuck with running. The hero took off, zipping into the back room of the bar.

The villain trio followed, though Dabi wasn’t putting his full effort into it. Twice ducked through one of the roundabout doors, running through the back halls. Right as Hawks flung another door open to try and escape, he was greeted by two wide cloth eyes. Not good!

Twice tackled him, calling out to Dabi for the taller man to restrict the winged hero. Dabi grabbed Hawks, keeping his hands pinned behind his back as he practically marched the other man back into the main bar. The flame user forced Hawks to sit, using Toga’s red scarf thing to bind his hands together. “Let me go! When I get loose, you guys are-”

Toga pretty much cut him off, too eager to wait any longer. She bent her fingers into claws, running them down both sides of him. He squeaked, biting his lip to restrain the giggles bubbling in his throat. He failed pretty quickly.

The blood enthusiast cooed, speeding up her tickling fingers. “Heya birdie~! You’ve been trying to get us to laugh aaall week! Figured we could give you your turn!” Hawks thrashed a bit, realizing two things: one, dabi was behind him and very close to his wings, and two, he was completely stuck. Shit. “G-gehet off mehehehe!”

Dabi spun the stool a bit, exposing more of Hawks’ front and giving the two other villains more access. His own fingers wormed their ways between his wing bases and his back, tickling furiously; man was wasting no time. The duality of Toga’s gentler teasing and Dabi’s ruthless scribbles drew deep, panicky belly laughter from him. “H-HEHEHEY! DAHABI, NAHAT- GYAAHAHA!”

“Ooooh, bad spot~ Get ‘im, Dabi!” Toga cooed close to Hawks’ ear, her fingers teasing along his ribcage and sides. Now that the man was more exposed, Twice joined in, his hands as split as his personality. The left was lightly clawing at his stomach while the other was digging into the back of his knee. The most wonderful noise Toga had ever heard left his lips; a snorty squeal.

“Awwwww, Hawks~! That’s soooo cute! Twice, make him do it again!” The man continued to torment Hawks’ knee, pulling more loud laughter and a few snorts from him. “TWIHIHI- *snrk* FUHUHAHACK OHOFF!” “Wow, you’re ticklish! He’s like a human squeak toy!” Toga giggled, absolutely delighted; it was like a deranged kid in a candy store.

While those boisterous reactions were great and all, Dabi was out for revenge, not playtime. Looking over the bird man’s wings, he noticed just how much they were twitching from the scribbling on the bases. The most they would move, though, was when Dabi got closer, his breath slightly ruffling a few feathers. Oh…oh that’s perfect.

Leaning in closer, Dabi whispered in the hero’s ear, the smirk clear in his voice. “Get ready to sing for me, birdie~” Hawks squeaked at the buzz on his ear, his eyes widening when he realized just where Dabi was. Toga and Twice were still going to town, giving him no reprieve. It wasn’t as bad as when Dabi was on his wings, but that would soon change. “Dahahabi noho! Ihi- I’ll kihihill youhuhuhu!”

Completely ignoring the other man’s pleas, Dabi lowered his mouth to the depleted wings, gently nibbling on the very top of the frame.

Hawks practically shrieked, his back arching as he tried to get away. Toga grabbed his waist, both wanting to continue and help out her fellow tickler. “DAHAHAHAHA! *snrk* NAHAHAT THEHERE!”

Dabi just chuckled against his wings, sneaking small kisses in with the nibbles. The other man’s reactions, while adorable, were fulfilling his need for revenge quite nicely. It was also hilarious to see a pro hero absolutely destroyed by something so simple. “What’s wrong, bird brain? Does it tickle?”

At that point, what Twice and Toga were doing was nothing; his wings were horrid, especially with bites and the like. If he could, he’d send his feathers after Dabi to get him off. His wings were left with only smaller feathers, however, and he couldn’t focus enough to control them if he tried.

As much as the man hated to do it, he was really close to his breaking point. Throwing in the white flag, Hawks tried to call the mercy plea, though he had no idea which one to use. “S-STAHAHAP! REHED, UHUNCLE, C’MOHOHON!”

Dabi snickered, taking a quick break from the nibbles and kisses to tease Hawks’ ear once again. “You gotta promise to behave, songbird~ No more sass.” Then, without giving the winged hero a chance to speak, he blew a raspberry right on the base of one of Hawks’ wings.

That man lost his shit.

“NYAAAAHAHA! *srk* DAHAHA-” The man’s laughter went silent as Dabi blew another raspberry, the killer vibrations spreading all throughout his wings and flooding his senses. The vibration sensitivity in his wings was amazing for flight combat, but it was like an Achillies heel in that moment. Tears of mirth gathered in the corners of his eyes, his thrashing almost tripling.

Toga, of all people, felt a bit bad for Hawks. She liked the bird a bit and had already gotten her fill of his laughter. Plus, the silent stuff was no fun. “Awe, Dabi, give him a break. We don’t wanna kill him; he won’t be able to laugh anymore!”

Rolling his eyes, he pulled his head away; it was almost cute how quickly the man slumped back onto his chest. He was exhausted.

Panting and trying to regain his composure, Hawks giggled off the residual tickles. Both of his wings were buzzing with ticklish energy, his face red and his mind reeling. “Hoho- hohohoholy shihit…” Looking around, he noticed the expectant looks he was getting. He’d rather not risk that happening again so soon. “Ihi prohohomise to…to stohop sassing youhu guhuhuhuys. Hahappy?”

A small sound came from behind him; something strangely close to an amused snort as Dabi chuckled. “Ecstatic. You’re a mess, bird brain.” Toga leaped forwards, getting very into Hawks’ personal space and smiling. “Oh my, that was adorable! You look so cute when you beg~!” Twice chuckled behind her, both sides of him amused with what happened.

The moment Dabi untied his hands, Hawks stormed off, shutting and locking the door to his temporary room in the bar. Having achieved their goal, the three villains split ways, each going to do their respective business. Dabi went to stalk the city’s nighttime scene, Twice decided to play video games, and Toga updated her tabs on poor Midoriya. While they all did their own thing, all three of them were thinking about what had just happened.

Even Hawks, who would have preferred to forget it ever happened, laid on his bed with the event running through his mind. He’d definitely be watching his mouth from then on…

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lee-gets-ler-gives366 · 1 year ago

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Look before assuming

Lers: Ranboo, Tubbo and Wilbur

Lees: Tommy and Tubbo

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Tommy was streaming on Minecraft the door to his office came in. It was Ranboo. But Tommy didn't know that it was Ranboo. He thought it was Jack Manifold again. He did not mind when he is there. But then Ranboo picked him up. Again something that Jack would do.

"PUT ME DOWN YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT" he screamed.

"That's how you talk to your friends" Ranboo finally said reveling that it was him.

"RANBOO- WAIT I'M SORRY I THOUGHT YOU WERE JACK I SWEAR." Tommy tried to explain

"Uh huh, sure" Ranboo did not believe that

Tommy saw the look in Ranboo and knew what he was planning. Tommy tried to squirm out of Ranboo's arms. Once he did, he turned the stream off and ran out of the room bumping into Wilbur and Tubbo.

Wilbur spoke first, "Tommy? Why are you running in the house?"

"I accidentally yelled at Ranboo thinking he was Jack Manifold. And now he wants to tickle me as a punishment for that." Tommy explained

"Oh, so your running from him and his tickly fingers. I thought you liked when he tickles you." Tubbo said grinning a bit

Tommy blushes "w-well yeah, I do but the chasing is what makes it fun" Tommy's eyes then widened looking behind him seeing Ranboo behind him.

"You like when I tickle you huh? And the chasing makes it fun?" Ranboo teased. Before pouncing on Tommy, holding him down by sitting on his thighs.

Tommy yelped as Ranboo pounced on him.

"Did I hurt you, Tommy?" Ranboo said, making sure he didn't hurt his friend.

"Yeah I'm fine, Ranboo. You just surprised me. That's all." Tommy replied.

Ranboo relaxed as he started cracking his fingers, making sure they were ready to be moving a lot until Tommy can't take it anymore.

"Safeword is "Philza", alright?"

Tommy nods as he felt ten fingers scribbling up and down his belly gently. Tommy giggles softly.

"Aww soft cute giggles, coming from little sassy Tommyinnit. How cute." Ranboo teased, giggling himself

"Nohohohot cuhuhuhuhutehehehehehehehehehe.

"Oh yes you are" Wilbur spoke up, joining in on the tickling. Tickling his feet.

"NOHOHOHO WIHIHIHIHILBUR. STOHOHOBOHOHOP"

Wilbur laughed "do you really want me to stop? You could have kicked me off by now. You have to be honest, you enjoy this."

Tommy whined, he didn't want him to stop but he didn't want his feet tickled. But he also didn't wanna kick him or hurt him.

"WIHIHIHIHILBUR IHIHIHI HAHAHAHAHAHAVEHEHEHEHEHEN'T KIHIHIHIHIHICKED YOU OHOHOHOHOHFF BEHEHECAHAHAHAHAAAHAHUHUHUSEHEHEHEHEHE I DON'T WAHAHAHAHAAHANT TOHOHOHOHO KIHIHIHICK YOU AHAHAHAHAHAND HUHUHUHUHURT YOU" Tommy screamed out with laughter.

"Awww that's sweet but also a lie, you like this and I know it." Wilbur teased. As Tubbo sat down and pinned Tommy's arms under his legs, which were above Tommy's head. As he traced shapes in Tommy's armpits

"WAHAHAHAHAIT TUHUHUHUBBOHOHOHOHOHOHO YOHOHOHOHOR SUPPOHOHOHOHOHOSEHEHEHEHEHE TOHOHOHOHOHO BEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAVIHIHIHIHIHING MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE."

Tubbo grinned, "I was suppose to save you? But I wanna help tickle you since you love it so much."

"You have no one to save you except for your safeword." Ranboo teased, making Tommy scream with louder laughter

"OKAHAHAHAY OKAHAHAHAY, PHIHIHIHILZAHAHAHAHA, NOW PLEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHASEHEHE STAHAHAHAHAP" Tommy was loosing it.

They all stopped seeing on how red he was from laughter and teasing. Tommy curled up into a ball as Ranboo rubbed his hand on Tommy's back, to help him calm him down and get rid of the ghost tickles

Then Ranboo said, "Tubbo it's your turn~"

Then he grabbed Tubbo and pulled him onto his lap. Hiding his arms above his head with one hand and started to wiggle his finger inside Tubbos belly button. Making Tubbo scream

"W-WAHAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAP" he screamed trying to squirm out of Ranboo's grip but Ranboo was too strong.

"The safeword is the same as Tommy's safeword, so just say it if you had enough"

Ranboo tickled Tubbo for an hour when he finally said "PHIHIHIHILZAHAHAHAHA"

As soon as Tubbo said that, he was released and Ranboo stopped tickling him.

Let's just say, Tubbo and Tommy had to be carried to bed that night. Wilbur carried Tommy, and Ranboo carried Tubbo.

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Please show no hate, this is my actual fic on Tumblr. Love y'all (not in the weird way)

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lee-gets-ler-gives366 · 1 year ago

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i have loved reading all of your fics! could you do one that is lee!bakugo and ler!todoroki? hope you are doing well!!

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My Hero Academia: Cooking up trouble!

Weeeee! Finally, another fic is out! I really appreciate all the support you've given me recently, and thank you, anon, for this request! These two are such a mismatched pair. Their dynamic is so fun! XD

Summary: After Shotos' attempt at potato chopping goes wrong, he's forced to deal with an angry Chef Bakugo his own special way.

Characters: Ler!Shoto, Lee!Bakugo, mentions of other 1A students.

Tw: Swearing

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"Damn it, Icey-Hot! How are you so bad at this!?" A certain explosive blonde snarled as he looked at the miss-shapen potatoes that Todoroki had been peeling for the classes dinner.

The bowl of oddly cut spuds made Bakugo want to cry or hurt someone. Or both. They were supposed to be sliced into thin circles to make chips. Instead, they were odd bolder shapes. He angrily moved Todoroki away from the counter, taking the knife from his hand.

"What's wrong with them?" The raspberry ripple hero asked, tilting his head as he was placed by the door.

"What's wrong with you!? These potatoes are less straight than Deku!"

"Heeeey!" Dekus little voice grumbled from the lounge.

"SHUT IT! Anyway, they won't cook properly if they aren't thin enough. And they're cook unevenly too. Uuugh... Now I gotta get a new bag of them and do it myself and-" Bakugo grumbled on, swearing and fussing under his breath as he stomped around the kitchen, finding an unopened pack of fresh potatoes.

Shoto blinked as he watched Bakugo angrily start cutting up their dinner with his back to him. His flighty little mind thinking over the situation. Angry Bakugo is never nice to deal with. Maybe there's a way he could cheer him up?

Maybe that would work? It always helped brighten Dekus mood.

He smiled, approaching Bakugo quietly as he continued to grumble.

"I'm stuffing you in a box and shipping you all the way to the UK so Ramsey can train you u-HUP!" Bakugo jolted, arching his back away from a sudden tickly sensation. He turned quickly, glaring at Shoto, who stood with two, pokey index fingers, poised and ready.

"What are you doing?" Bakugo asked, setting the knife on the counter. Maybe the airhead just wanted some attention?

"I'm making you happy again. Or the food will taste bad." Shoto said plainly, his expression soft. Still pretty vacant as usual, but with a hint of a smile.

"The food will taste bad if I'm not happy?"

"Yes."

"First of all, my food always tastes awesome. And second of all, I don'tneed to be made happy. I'm fine."

".... You're lying."

"I am not! You just- hey, HEY! Back off!" Bakugo stammered as Todoroki casually reached for Bakugos sides, squeezing ever so lightly.

The light touch already had Bakugo biting back a smile as he tried to lean away from Shotos teasing fingers. His back met the counter, unable to shimmy any further. Shoto used that opportunity to attack!

"Got you." He smiled, suddenly shifting his hands up to Bakugos' worst spot. Below the underarms above the ribs. When it comes to Bakugo, you have to strike hard and fast, or face the consequences!

"GYAHA! N-No! I-Icehey-hyAHAAAA!" The blonde crumbled, his arms immediately clamping to his sides as he leaned against the counter, sliding down the surface and plopping onto the kitchen tiles with Shotos tickling fingers following.

"GEHEet offa meeeEHEHE! AHA! SHIHIT!"

"I do this to Midoria when he's sad too. It seems to have the same effect on you. I'm glad."

Shoto hummed, using very little effort to make Bakugo squirm under his touch. It was just so easy!

He drummed his fingers up and down Bakugos sides, causing the boy to curl in on himself, trapped between Shoto and the kitchen counter.

"Damn ihit! StAAHA! I-I'm n-nAHA! NOT SAD!" Bakugo howled as he made helpless attempts at grabbing Shotos hands. Nothing worked! Every time he thought he had a wrist gripped, Shoto managed to just slip out and tickle him again

"StahaAHAHAP! Y-You- I-IhIHI'M not making you DINNER!"

Shotos hands stilled. What? No dinner? But, Bakugo always helps with dinner! This won't do. No. Not at all!

"No dinner?... Well. What if I keep tickling you until you agree to cook?" Bakugo shot him a glare. How dare he threaten him like that!

"You wouldn't..." A silence fell between the two, staring at each other, a smirk growing on Shotos face.

"Hey... Icey-hot... OI! Don't just stare like that! I'll kiHIHIII! AHAHA! STAHAHAP! Fuhuck!"

"You know very well the rest of us can't cook. You're our only hope." Todoroki deadpanned as he spidered over Bakugos tummy, switching between different tickle spots to keep him overwhelmed and unable to escape.

The fact that Shoto was so calm and expressionless made the situation ten times worse for Bakugo. He couldn't read the situation properly. It was awful! Not that Bakugo could really see much with his eyes scrunched shut, forcing tears of mirth down his cheeks.

He wasn't giving up though!

"I-I'll nEHE-! NEVER! Never CAHAHA! CooHOHOOK! AGAHAHAIN! GahaHYAHA!"

Shoto smirked briefly, deciding to take things up a notch. He stuffed his hands up Bakugos shirt, using his Quirk to make one set of fingers warm, and the others awfully cold. A cruel and conflicting method.

A shriek left Bakugos' mouth as he felt the icey cold didgets pressed against his bare ribs, sending a shock wave up his spine.

"FFFAHAHACK! Noho! NahahaAHAAA!" He flailed, arching his back as he twisted and turned this way and that to try avoid the relentless, freezing, fingers!

Every time he leaned from the icey coldness, he was reminded that the warm hand was still there, attacking his worst spot whilst the cold fingers switched to another when he was distracted. There was no escape. Maybe he'd have to surrender?

"SHIHIT! N-NooOOHO! Ah! HAHA! IHICEY- SHIII-!" The blonde's laughter fell silent as Shoto latched onto his worst spot again, upper ribs, below armpits. He was going to make sure Bakugo never threatened to leave them hungry again!

"Hmm, Midoria also reacts when I say tickle. Does it affect you, too? Tickle, tickle." Shoto smiled, repeating the word in his near monotone voice, making poor Bakugis face light up like a Christmas tree! A pretty crimson red.

"S-ShuHUT- AAAAHHHH-!.... UWAH! F-FuhuHAHAK!" Again, his laughter went quiet before he gasped for air. His head threw back, mouth agape as the endless stream of laughter flooded forth.

"Is someone dying in here?"

All the commotion had gained the attention of the rest of class 1-A. A curious Sero peered around the island counter, spotting Bakugos flailing legs sticking out from behind. One of his slippers had been thrown as he kicked and squirmed.

The rest of the class stood in the doorway, grinning from ear to ear at the sight.

"I think he's had enough, Roki." Sero continued, chuckling as he watched Bakugo make another desperate attempt at grabbing his attackers hands.

Shoto stilled his hands, giving Bakugo the chance to finally catch his breath, as he looked up at Sero innocently.

"Bakugo said he wouldn't make us dinner." He explained. Missing out the part where it was partly his own fault.

"Ooooh..." Sero nodded in understanding. He looked at the dishevelled Bakugo on the floor tiles, smirking as he made an attempt at glaring. It wasn't very convincing through that veil of happy tears and rosy cheeks.

"Well," the tape weirder shrugged. "We can't have that now, can we?" He shot Bakugo a cheeky smirk. "As you were, Roki. Call if you need any assistance." He chuckled.

"W-Wait! Hey! Soy sauce face! That's not your decision to mAHAHAKE! NAAAHAHAAA-!"

"Let us know when dinners ready, kay?" Sero called back with a wave as he left with the rest of the class. Condemning Bakugo to his tickly doom!

Shoto looked at Bakugo, casually continuing to tickle him all over.

"I want Soba."

"S-Stuff your damn SOHOBA! DAHAHAHMN IT!"

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Thank you for reading~ ✨️

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lee-gets-ler-gives366 · 1 year ago

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𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 8: 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱

NARUTO TIME NARUTO TIME

My lil dude whom I adore with my whole heart.

Oh look Naruto’s there too!

No I’m kidding I’d sell my soul to meet either of them.

GOD I AM SO BEHIND ON TICKLETOBER PIECES I HATE COLLEGE

Tags: @chrimsss @sleepysheepytea (I know you’re a Naruto fan, so I thought you might enjoy this!!) @tickletr-ash @ticklish-n-stuff @giggly-squiggily

—This do have tickles below the cut ngl—

As much as Naruto loved his friends, boy did they show up at the worst times. He WAS planning on spending his day off doing something incredibly important, mind you. Okay- fine, he was going to spend the day sleeping and eating, but that’s equally as important as anything else his friends have planned.

Though, the impromptu visits did make him feel loved. How far he’s come… younger him couldn’t even begin to fathom a life like this.

So, when he heard the ecstatic knocking at his door, a smile crept onto his features. He perked through the peephole and was delighted to see all of his friends.

“Hey, guys I was actually-“

“NARUTOOOOOOO!” Lee cheered, “We have come to see you on our day off! It is important to keep your youth healthy and abundant!”

The blonde ninja sighed. “My youth is perfectly abundant… I think?”

The group chuckled a bit. All of them removed their shoes and sprawled out on any and all furniture in the boy’s tiny apartment. Lee kicked his feet with a smile as he lay on his stomach to feed Akamaru little crackers, with Choji attempting to swipe them from him.

“Let’s play a game!” Kiba chirped.

“A game? What kind of game?” Neji inquired, eyes closed as Shikamaru carefully untangled his messy hair

“Oooh, how about truth or dare?” Choji asked with a Cheshire grin.

“What are we, twelve?” Shikamaru grumbled.

“Fine then, Shikamaru. We can-“

“Wait!”

All eyes turned to the blonde, causing him to blink rapidly a few times. “I-I want to play. I’ve never… uh.”

The boys looked upon him with confusion.

“You’ve never played truth or dare before?” Shino asked in disbelief.

Naruto stared back at them as if they were all morons, lifting his tee shirt to reveal the seal that adorned his stomach.

A collective “ohhh” filled the room.

“So yeah, I think I wanna play.”

“Sure, man!” Kiba cheered. “Everyone come sit in a circle!”

All of the shinobi obey and are soon sat criss-crossed in a circle. Eyes dart around the group as they try to decide who will ask first.

Shikamaru finally sighed and spoke up. “Choji, you asked to play. You first.”

“Alright! Hmmm…” the red-haired boy looked around. He locked eyes with… “Neji, truth or dare?”

“Mmm, truth,” the Hyuga replied.

“Booooring- okay, fine. Do you have a crush on any of the girls?”

He opened his mouth to answer, but quickly closed it with a scoff. “O-Of course not. That’s-“

“Why the stutter, pretty boy?” Kiba teased.

“Yeah, Neji. You lie like a rug,” Shikamaru quipped as he squeezed the latter’s shoulders.

“Alright fine!” he cleared his throat. “I will say that… erm… I find Tenten to be rather alluring.”

A chorus of “ohhhh!”s filled the tiny apartment as they all chuckled and teased the Byakugan user.

“Ooooh! I must tell Guy-Sensei, he would be-“

“One word out of you, and I will sew your lips shut!”

“Rude!”

“Don’t cross me, Lee!”

Amidst the chaos between the two teammates, the game continued. Kiba had to stand on his hands for a minute, Shino revealed a secret love for literature, Sai ate a spoonful of fridge jungle juice, aka whatever condiments they could find mixed with milk; and Shikamaru revealed a slight crush on Temari.

Finally it was Naruto’s turn.

“Alright, Naruto. Truth or dare?”

Oh man, tough choice…

“Mmm, truth! I pick truth!”

“Okay, uhh… let’s see.” A sudden flash of malice appeared in Shikamaru’s eyes. “Where are you most ticklish?”

Just like earlier, all eyes fell onto him. He shifted nervously as he tried to think of an answer.

“I- um… w-well, that’s- uh…”

“You can tell us. We won’t use it against you or anything,” the shadow user replied with a patient, but curious, smile.

“Well… I actually don’t… know?”

They stared at him, bug-eyed. Was he serious? There’s no way that he didn’t know… How could he not?

Realization appeared across the Nara’s features. “You’ve never been tickled before?”

“I-I didn’t say that-“

“But it’s true, isn’t it?”

“I- um…” A pink hue appeared on the boy’s ears. “I mean other than this one time that Pervy Sage did…”

“Alright, come here.” Shikamaru patted the spot in front of him. “Let’s find out.”

Was this guy serious?! Why so bold?? Should he just accept the-

“If you don’t come over, I’m gonna have to have Kiba take matters into his own hands, then we learn the hard way.”

Naruto’s eyes darted over to Kiba, who was already staring back at him with a menacing smile.

“Nopenopenopenope-“ The blonde ran from the circle, dodging around furniture, and eventually getting stuck in a corner.

“Come on, Naruto. Don’t make me do this the hard way. It’ll be easier for both of us if you just come to me.”

“Waaaaah! I want to but- NGH-“ In an instant the boy fell paralyzed, his arms holding themselves above his head. “Oh you bi- HYEAHA!”

Kiba smiled as he tweaked at the blonde’s hips. “Ohh, he’s ticklish alright!”

“Kihihibahaha! Wahahahait!” The jinchuriki whined.

“No wait! I’m curious! Let’s try here, I bet you’re ticklish here!” He mused as he skittered his fingers over Naruto’s stomach

“NYEAHAHA! KIHIHI-KIHIHIBAHAHA! HOHOHOHOLD OHOHOHON!”

“Hold on? But you’re so ticklish here! Is it because of your mark?” The brunette chirped.

“IHIHIHI THIHIHIHINK SOHOHOHO! BUHUHUT- AGH! KIHIHIBAHAHA!! NONONONOHOHOHOHO!!”

The fanged boy’s eyes lit up as he had just snuck his hand under the blonde’s shirt to squeeze at his stomach. “Ohoho! It is the mark! Awww! That’s so cute!”

“IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT! KIHIHIBAHAHA!”

“Are you sure? Maaan some kind of endurance you have. What kind of ninja are you?”

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“We gotta tell master Jiraiya about this, maybe he can help you.”

The teasing and the tickles in his worst spot were far too much… “OKAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHAY! YOHOHOHOU MAHAHADE YOHOHOUR POHOHOHOINT! STAHAHAHAPPIHIHIT!”

The Inuzuka boy smiled as he moved to gently scratch under Naruto’s arms. “Oh man, that is like so freaking cool. I never knew that your mark could affect you so much!”

The blonde closed his eyes and laughed helplessly, feeling vulnerable in front of the group, while also feeling the safest that he has in a while. “Kihihibahaha, stahahap teheheasihihing.”

Neji, being as perceptive as he is, noticed a small detail… “Ah… I forgot you too can feel what he’s feeling.”

The Nara boy was standing completely still, limbs vibrating as he bit his lip. “N-Nothing wo-worth mENtionihihihing.”

“Oye, Kiba! Don’t move spots, looks like we found Shikamaru’s tickle spot too.” Choji chimed as he looked upon his teammate evilly.

Welp… someone had to make the sacrifice. It’s not like he wasn’t expecting retaliation from it.

Let’s just hope he has more stamina than Naruto did…

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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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lee-gets-ler-gives366 · 1 year ago

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Wow just wow that was AMAZING!!!!!!!

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~

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lee-gets-ler-gives366 · 1 year ago

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Give Us A Laugh, We Miss It

Inspired by this ask here

Word Count: 2,178

Warnings: None

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

Ranboo's sing-song voice hummed out in the room, “Not gonna get me~”

“How do you not laugh at anythin’?” Tommy demanded, slapping a hand into the armrest of his chair as he turned to look at the masked teen beside him. “We really can’t see you trying not to- ya know-” He pulled a face as if holding his breath and bringing a hand to cover his mouth, emphasising Ranboo’s advantage of the mask hiding his features, only for the teen to throw his hands up in a helpless shrug.

“No- I just haven’t- I legitimately have not laughed,” he replied, his own words tapering off at Tubbo’s mutter of, ”I’m gonna rip it off.” His eyes were impishly glinting, which were the only things seeable in the fabric of his red hoodie that was practically drowning him. The narrowed pair of eyes were locked right on Ranboo’s black and white face covering.

Ranboo leaned away with an unseeable smile of amusement. “Don’t you dare rip it off.”

“I have scissors.”

“Don’t rip it off.”

The threat however, was indeed acted upon later that same night.

When they hit end stream, Ranboo slipped off the glasses and mask with a content sigh, his eyes squinting with his smile at the pair on either side of him.

“That went well I think,” he commented, “can’t believe I’m the one that got you both to lose though.”

“We weren’t expecting you to make a balls joke!” Tommy defended, tapping at his keyboard to send a message to his editors about the vod.

“I didn’t, I was just stating a fact!”

“Bullshit, you knew what you were doing,” Tubbo grumbled, glaring at his phone which was being flooded with Twitter notifications from the tweet he was forced to make from losing the challenge.

Ranboo chuckled quietly, folding his glasses and placing them on the desk alongside the iconic mask, stretching his arms back over his chair. He was unaware of Tubbo staring at him rather intensely.

Tommy however, scoffed loudly. “Oh, so you laugh now that the cameras are off? Such a bastard.”

The faceless streamer gave an offended noise. “What? We’re not doing the challenge anymore! Why wouldn’t I laugh now?”

Tubbo leaned towards him, a devious smirk on his face as a plan formulated in his head. "That’s a good point Ran, we haven’t heard you laugh in so long. I think you owe us some laughter.”

Ranboo gave him an odd look, confusion evident in his face. “Huh?”

Tommy, who had taken part and fallen victim in Tubbo’s schemes before, knew exactly where the boy’s mind was headed, and he turned in his chair slowly, a mischievous grin stretching on his face.

Now, Ranboo was running laps of Tubbo’s house, screaming like Wario as Tommy and Tubbo skidded after him, cackling madly as they tried to cut off the American from escaping.

“Bugger off! Both of you! Just- Tommy, crAP!” Ranboo had to slide on the floorboards with his socked feet to avoid running straight into the blonde, changing course mid-motion to bolt towards the kitchen instead.

Tommy gave a yell of outrage. “Oi! No- Tubbo catch him! Catch him!”

Tubbo absolutely leapt across the space, managing to grab Ranboo around the waist and cling on with surprising strength, planting his heels into the ground and laughing when the boy almost stumbled to the floor. "Got him! I got him, Tom!”

“Hold him there!”

Ranboo dropped an arm to Tubbo’s side, squeezing quickly at the skin and delighting at Tubbo’s squeal of alarm, the boy immediately scrambling away from Ranboo and releasing him. Unfortunately for the tall teen, Tommy had skidded in front of the kitchen doorway, blocking off his one way of escape.

Ranboo yelped and went to run towards the second door that led to the bathroom, only for Tubbo to get his bearings long enough to stretch an arm out, grab his side and squeeze. Ranboo’s knees immediately buckled at the rush of ticklish sparks through his nervous system, an involuntary yell leaping from his throat to accompany it.

With his stumble, Tommy leapt at him and wrapped his arms around his chest from behind, his hands finding the spaces between his ribs and vibrating mercilessly. Ranboo just about leapt out of his skin, a strangled scream of alarm and wild laughter flowing out of him in seconds.

“T-ToHOHohohommy! L-Lehehet goHOHoho!”

“Nice Tom! Don’t let him escape!” Tubbo skidded in front of Ranboo, grinning widely as the tall teen squirmed and tried to rip Tommy’s hands away from his sensitive ribs. “Gotcha Boo boy! Now give us your giggles!”

His own hands reached out and clamped onto Ranboo’s sides once more, squeezing and poking quickly, causing the boy to jolt back further into Tommy who only tightened his grip around Ranboo’s chest. Keeping him locked in place as he was tickled from the front and back.

The boy seemed to realise how screwed he was as he tried to wiggle free as he yelped through his mad giggles; “WhiHIHIhiy?! Whhahat dihihid ihihi dohoho?!”

“You bet us,” replied Tommy simply, “so, you must suffer,”

“Thahat’s noHOHoht aha gohohood reheheason.”

“Fuck you, it’s our reason,” Tubbo snorted, shifting his hands up and down Ranboo’s sides in a random pattern to keep him guessing.

“He owes us at least fifty minutes worth of laughter, you know,” Tommy spoke up, wriggling his fingers into the grooves and prodding along the bones as he talked. “That’s how long the stream was.”

“You sure it wasn’t closer to an hour? May as well round it up,” Tubbo shrugged, “dickhead probably deserves it anyway.”

“Yeah you’re right, wanna go for his hips? Think they’re a good spot.”

“Yeah sure, attack his armpits while we’re at it, they’re a bit sensitive.”

“Oh yeah, good shout man.”

“G-GUHUhuhuhuys! St-StohoHOp ihihihit-! Ohoho mihihiy gohohod!”

“Awwww, there we go! Laugh it up, boss man!” Tubbo snickered, drilling into Ranboo’s hips and making his voice jump up an octave as he shrieked.

“NOHOT THehehere! TuhuhuHUBBO plehEHease- TOHOHOM!”

Tommy snickered close to his ear, his hands having left Ranboo’s ribs alone to instead target his underarms, which in Ranboo’s humble opinion, was so much fucking worse-

“TOHOHOM! PLEHEHEASE- TUBBO- GUHUHUYS CUHUT IHIT OHOHOUT!”

“Oh hey, look at that, you were right,” Tommy chuckled, “armpits were a good idea.”

“Hips got us some good reactions too, nice thinking Tommy.”

“I always aim to please, my friend.”

“We appreciate your service.”

Ranboo groaned in annoyance through his laughter, rolling his eyes as he pressed out his words through his hysteric cackling. “STOHOHOP TAHAHALKING LIHIHIKE THAHAT!”

Tommy only scribbled more into Ranboo’s underarms, causing the teen to throw his head back with a strangled squeal. “Oh hush up Ranboo, we’re trying to have a civil conversation,” he reprimanded like a disappointed parent.

Ranboo went to reply through his tumbling giggles, just for a sound just sort of scream to rip from him as Tubbo pinched quickly at his hip bones.

“Awww, he’s laughing up a real storm,” he cooed, his nails having shifted to Ranboo’s lower back, scoping out the sweet spots in seconds and moving his hands with the taller boy’s frantic squirming, not leaving him any room for relief. “So we agree he definitely lost the challenge right?”

“Oh yeah, by a long shot,” Tommy agreed with a nod, tapping his fingers against the sensitive skin quickly before scratching along the sides of the pits, the method making Ranboo try to fold in on himself and stomp the floor, his laughter turning squeaky and high pitched in his mirth.

His legs were shaking as he tried to stay upright, though the tickling was weakening him quickly and making Ranboo want to fall to the ground. Tommy had a good grip on him though, so he was fairly certain he’d still be stuck with these monsters even if he tried to escape via the floor. Suddenly Tubbo perked up, eyes alight with something Ranboo did not trust at all.

“Ooo, tell you what- Tommy, stop with his armpits for a second, I have an idea.”

Tommy re-adjusted himself to hold Ranboo around his chest more securely, Ranboo’s arms overhanging the hug-like hold like a cat that had gotten picked up. Tubbo grinned up at Ranboo who only shrunk away in fits of tumbling, nervous giggles.

“T-Tubs- I-I knohow whahat yohou’re thihinking,” he pressed out between gasps, leaning into Tommy who was watching curiously.

“Oh yeah? And what am I thinking, Boo?” Tubbo asked innocently, his hands flexing and wiggling closer and closer to Ranboo’s hoodie clad stomach.

“D-Dohohon’t- dohohon’t-” Ranboo spluttered, squirming in place though his height did nothing to help him. Tommy was holding on tight, and the silliness of the situation was making him lose strength.

“Don’t what, Boss Man?” Tubbo cooed, cocking his head to the side slowly and grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Tickle you, perhaps?”

His hands slipped under Ranboo’s hoodie in a fast lunge, his nails scribbling against the soft skin in a well practised attack. A howl of laughter tore from Ranboo, his whole body jolting as hysteric cackles burst free, trying to leap away only to crash straight into Tommy’s chest, and the blonde was not letting go.

“Holy shit!” Tommy exclaimed gleefully, watching as Ranboo kicked his foot against the floor and shook his head frantically in laughter. “That’s gotta be his death spot.”

“Oh yeah,” Tubbo snickered. “He really can’t stand it, especially when I do this.” His fingers then targeted Ranboo’s waistline and lower belly, scratching quickly at the skin and not leaving a single ticklish stone unturned.

That was too much for the tall teen and his legs finally gave in, dropping his weight and making Tommy yelp in alarm as he was left to hold Ranboo as dead weight. Tubbo cackled at the sight before him and only went back in for seconds, pinching at the same spot quickly.

Ranboo, who was halfway to the floor, had his torso stretched out for Tubbo’s merciless attack to fall victim to. He threw his head back with a squeal, the heels of his feet weakly scuffing the floorboards as he tried to right himself but ultimately was stuck as his limbs refused to cooperate.

His words were lost in his wild laughter, leaning entirely into Tommy who was struggling to keep him upright, though he was grinning at Ranboo’s hysterical giggling. “And to think you were doing so well during the stream,” Tommy tutted. “What happened Ran? You were great at not laughing.”

“T-Tohohom shuhuhut uhup-” Ranboo squeaked out, his face a warm shade of pink and eyes squinting with how wide his smile was. Tommy couldn’t help but let out an adoring coo at the sight, prodding a little at Ranboo’s ribs from where his arms were wrapped around his chest to see him flinch and snort in laughter.

The tickling lasted a minute more before Tubbo pulled his fingers away, Ranboo slumping further to the ground in relief and Tommy had to set him down on the floor before he toppled down right along with him.

“J-Jesus- jesus christ,” Ranboo wheezed, his arms wrapping protectively over his midsection and giggle filled pants leaving him in spurts.

Tubbo snickered, crouching down in front of him and snagging a water bottle from the desk close by, offering it to the tired American. “Sorry for that bud. You kinda deserved it though.”

“How?!” Ranboo stared in disbelief, taking the offering and spinning the cap off. “All I did was complete the challenge!”

“Yeah that’s the point,” Tommy’s hand suddenly dropped into his hair, gently messing with it to help Ranboo calm down. “You made us lose and tweet stuff against our will, so, ya know, kinda had to get you back for that.”

“You guys are unbelievable. Can’t believe I want to move here.”

“Yep! You’re stuck with us!” Tubbo grinned, gently kicking his foot into Ranboo’s leg. “And if you dare try to leave the UK, we’ll simply hunt you down and make you come back. We’ll kidnap you!”

“We do know where you live after all,” Tommy grinned, plopping down on Ranboo’s other side and slinging an arm around his shoulders. “So take this as a threat.”

Ranboo dropped his head into his hand to hide his grin, groaning a bit in exasperation for the bit. “What did I do to deserve this?”

“You became friends with us!” Tubbo was suddenly right beside him and bopped his head against his shoulder. “And you don’t regret it at all.”

Ranboo hummed in the back of his throat in a joking disagreement. “Well…” He sighed.

Tubbo’s easy smile dropped into a death stare in milliseconds, the look sending a chill down Ranboo’s spine. His next words were haunting. “Tommy hold him down again.”

“WAIT HANG ON-”

Tommy yanked Ranboo down with the arm wrapped around him, pinning him to the floor and laughing at Ranboo’s panicked yells as he and Tubbo loomed over the lanky teen. “GUYS! NONONONO- NOHOHOHOT AGAHAHAIN!”

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lee-gets-ler-gives366 · 2 years ago

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This is my all time favorite fic ever andI have been looking for it forever so when I found it i was so excited!!!

Bored and cant sleep so I’m gonna write actual garbage. apologies in advance for how bad the grammar might be

”I, Foggy Nelson, swear to tickle the everliving shit out of you, Matt Murdock.” He grins right before pouncing on a nervous Matt.

Foggy scribbles his fingers over Matt’s ribs, relishing in how panicked peals of laughter spout from his mouth. Foggy softly digs his fingers into Matt’s uppermost ribs, causing hysterical laughter to fill the room.

”Shihit foHOGGY NOHO WAHAIT PLEAHA-“ Matt crumples, falling to the floor.

Before Matt is able to bring his hands up to protect himself Foggy pins them down under his knees rendering him more vulnerable to the torturous sensations. His laughter increases with little gasps before every peel of laughter. Clearly even more desperate to get away from foggy’s seeking fingers.

Foggy smirks, pleased with the reactions he draws from Matt.

He pauses the tickling to ponder how he should wreck Matt next. With one hand, Foggy lightly digs his fingers into Matt’s back ribs causing him to cackle and writhe. He slides his other hand under Matt and tickles in small circular motions on his upper back.

”FOHOGGY DOHONT- SHIHIT PLEAHAHA!” Matt is a mess, begging and laughing so loud he fears his neighbors will make complaints.

“Dont do what Matt?” Foggy says trying to swallow a smile.

Matt nearly fell for that tease. He realized just before he opened his mouth to reply. Instead he just laughed, not able to speak very clearly anyway. The longer the tickling went on the more it tickled.

His usual -albeit slightly hysterical from being tickled- boisterous laughter stark against Foggy’s chuckles of amusement. Foggy never once stopped tickling Matt. ‘The devil of Hell’s Kitchen loves to be tickled, imagine if the press found that out.’ Matt thought.

He had always enjoyed the feeling of being tickled. Yes his heightened senses made it much more unbearable but the trust and security he was able to feel when Foggy tickled him was amazing. He knew Foggy wouldn’t go too far. He might drive him to the brink of insanity yes, but from previous experiences he knows that foggy would stop the moment he called out the safe word.

Prior to this torture, Foggy had mentioned a safe word, in case the tickling was too much for Matt.

He had said “Come on! I know you’re not fine Matt. I can tell how drained you feel. Well I don’t know exactly, but I can see that it’s affecting you pretty badly.“ He paused thinking of a way to help him feel better. He grinned when a distant memory flooded back to him. His heartbeat picked up. He knew Matt could tell, and that just made it even better.

“I also know that it is my job as your best friend to make you feel better. And guess what? I can also tell that you need a good laugh..” He paused once more to look at Matt’s body language.

When Matt didn’t feel up to being tickled he would stay still and have a hesitant frown on his face, as if debating how to tell Foggy that he didn’t feel up to it. On the other hand, when Matt was perfectly up to it, he would blink rapidly and his senses would become even more aware of his surroundings. He would then start subtly squirming and he would start stammering out something.

Matt did in fact start blinking rapidly and took a few steps backward. He looked like he was about to stammer out an argument that he didn’t need a “good laugh”.

Foggy placed his hands on Matt’s sides not yet tickling him. Matt’s breathing picked up and he tensed waiting. Foggy looked him up and down once more watching body language just in case. He moved to teasingly whisper in Matt’s ear, “get ready buddy..and just say ’avocados’ if you feel you’re too ticklish to handle any more..”

Matt flinched away from his mouth and giggled. Foggy took few steps back and took a deep breath in. He cleared his throat before he began, ”I, Foggy Nelson, swear to tickle the everliving shit out of you, Matt Murdock.”

And now, Foggy Nelson, is now in fact tickling the everliving shit out of Matt Murdock.

Foggy was still digging small circles into Matt’s back keeping him in a never ending state of ticklish heaven despair. His tickle laughter had gasps intertwined within it.

Matt was almost getting used to the ticklish sensation before foggy hit a particularly sensitive spot on his back.. Matt absolutely lost it.

Matt shrieked uncharacteristically, shocking Foggy which caused him to jump.

His legs curled up trying to protect himself, he just hit Foggy’s back with his knees. He desperately tugged on his hands trying to get them loose but it seemed being tickled weakened him a great deal. He shook his head side to side trying to lessen the sensations, shrieking laughter pouring from his mouth. He tried his best to beg for mercy but he couldn’t form any coherent words with the state he was in. If he thought he was going insane before he wasn’t sure how to describe how he was feeling now.

Matt had never been tickled so intensely on his back before. He wasn’t sure how to handle it. All he could do was laugh and thrash. He could feel his throat going dry. His laughter becoming slightly hoarse.

He was trapped in between two difficult outcomes. He could either mouth or try his best to say avocados (yes this is a slight reference to their “avocados at law” saying) or he could allow himself to be tickled even more. Yes the tickling he was experiencing right now very extreme, but he found he loved it and relished in the feeling of being driven to hoarse laughter. He chose not to say the safe word just yet. He hoped Foggy wouldn’t stop too early.

While Foggy did enjoy seeing the splitting grin on Matt’s face he did start to worry if he was going to far. He knew they had set up a safe word right before but maybe Matt forgot.. Another desperate shriek from Matt cut into his thoughts. Tears of mirth begun to form in Matt’s eyes. He could slightly make out a few screamed “FOHOHOGGY“s but never the safe word.

He lightened up his tickling and slowed it down a bit to check on Matt. He knew Matt liked to be insanely tickled but he wasn’t 100% how far to insanity he liked to be tickled.

Matt took gasping breaths while still giggling. His stomach ached from laughter but the happiness and satisfaction he felt made up for it.

Foggy eventually stopped the tickling and inspected his best friend intensely.

Matt couldn’t help but squirm at the fact that he was still left vulnerable with the way his hands were still pinned. Still, he eventually relaxed and waited for Foggy to continue again, assuming his was just debating where to strike next.

Matt felt giddy and light. His entire body tingled and shook from exertion. He lolled his head back on the couch. If he was less tickle high he would’ve tried to protect himself from further tickles.

”wha- whih-shihit wahahit,” Matt took in a few breaths before continuing, “why’d yohou stohop? Ihit was juhust getting good” In a quiet voice, never able to stop his giggles for long enough.

In all the years Foggy has been friends with, and tickled Matt, he had never heard Matt sound so light yet disappointed. Foggy was glad Matt couldn’t see the large grin on his face. Did his heartbeat give away his excitement? Oh,,probably, but he didn’t think Matt could detect much in the state he was in.

Matt froze. He realized what he just revealed and started to panic. What if Foggy thought he was a freak? Or made fun of him for it? He could feel Foggy‘s heartbeat speed up. He felt his heart drop. All traces of giddiness from earlier gone.

“uhm- not- not that I liked it it’s just I uh..it just helped me get my mind off of things.. ”He anxiously defended himself. Funny, how bad he was at it with him being a lawyer and all.

He started to climb out from under Foggy. Matt then scooted down the couch. He tried to get rid of the fear he felt within him. He was a feared vigilante yet he couldn’t shake the feeling of apprehension as Foggy still remained silent.

”Oh you- seriously Matt?“ Foggy exclaimed, his voice tainted with annoyance. Matt internally cringed and tried not to show how affected he was, tensing. He could feel dread beginning to pool within his stomach.

“I can..you can just forget anything I said it’s not that big of a deal..” Matt tried, weakly.

“What do you mean? Are you-,” Foggy sighed, “Matt I’m not grossed out by you or anything. I mean even if it’s a kink I mean it uh it’s really not all that bad y’know and-“

Matt cut him off, “It’s not a kink! It’s just..like a bonding thing- no it, it’s nothing.” He got slightly defensive.

”Alright alright it’s not a kink. I get it- well I don’t really get it but it’s not a bad thing. I’d never judge you for something as simple as this.“ Foggy said reassuringly.

Now that he knew Matt actually liked being tickled rather than just simply tolerated it, he was prepared to get a smile back on his face.

“Besides,“ Foggy began as he moved closer to Matt, grimacing as he saw him tense, “now that you let me know you actually like being tickled..I can bring a smile to your face whenever I like. I also know that you adore being tickled on your back..” Foggy grinned, his heartbeat speeding up once more.

Matt felt his own speed up as well. Before he was even able to respond Foggy had latched onto him, pulling him into a strong hug.

Matt was about to pull his arms up to reciprocate the hug but Foggy had dug all of his fingers into his back.

Caught off guard by this fast turn of events he could only shriek and laugh once more. His laughter laced with many more gasps for air. He arched his back trying to get away from the sensation. He balled Foggy’s shirt into his fists as he thrashed. His legs kicking from under them.

“NOHOHO SHIHIHI-“ He shrieked in anguish.

Foggy’s fingers somehow made their way back to the most ticklish spot on his back and his laughter then went silent. He felt himself growing weaker but the fingers never stopped their movements. He was truly helpless. Under Foggy’s entire mercy. He loved it.

Foggy really only tickled that spot for about 5 seconds since he could see how it affected Matt. He snickered, he has a vigilante-his city’s vigilante at his very mercy.

Matt’s laughter was now audible again and it was..very interesting. It contained a lot of failed attempts at begging and a lot of desperate shrieks. He barely had the energy to thrash in Foggy’s arms.

Foggy could tell he was getting tired. He wondered if he wanted him to stop on his own will or if he wanted him to push him to use the safe word. He lightened his tickles only slightly, just enough for Matt to be able to speak.

“So you want me to stop whenever I want or do you want me to tickle you to your limit?” Foggy asks, looking down at the tired out vigilante in his arms.

“Doho whatever yohou like.” The vigilante said carelessly. Foggy would make him regret that.

”Tickle you till you cry it is then!” Foggy says cheerfully before digging his arms into Matt’s armpits. Definitely not what Matt was expecting.

Matt bucked in his arms and dissolved into unbelievably desperate laughter. It seems he was just getting more ticklish the longer this went on. If he thought that one spot on his back was the most ticklish spot..wow. He was definitely not prepared for this.

His laughter kept going silent then coming back full volume. He thrashed so hard Foggy lost his grip on him and had to tackle him to grab him once more.

Foggy was going full out for him. He was drilling his fingers into his pits while his thumb massaged the areas above them, keeping Matt deliriously shrieking.

Matt wasn’t yet crying or saying the safe word so he decided to take it up a notch. ‘Sorry dude,’ he thought.

Foggy then moved his ring finger and pinky to tickle the back of his top ribs while still drilling into his pits, and massaging into the muscle around them with his thumb.

Matt‘s senses suddenly realized what was happening and decided to amplify it. He was in absolute ticklish agony.

His nerves were all lighting up and all he could feel was the fingers tickling his armpits. He couldn’t even feel the ache in his stomach. His sense of surroundings He couldn’t handle it anymore and yelled “AHAHAVOCADOHO FOHOGGY FOHOHOGGY!”

The tickling stopped immediately and Foggy let go. Matt collapsed onto the couch heavily panting. His heartbeat was strong and fast.

i cant figure out how to end this so yeah hope you liked it :,)

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lee-gets-ler-gives366 · 2 years ago

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The Great Ler Mood of Twitchcon

All the George, Karl and Quackity pictures and clips are making my little monkey brain go into overdrive. So here’s a fic! 😄

Ler! Quackity, Lees! George & Karl (all CC!)

Warnings: none! ❤️

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San Diego Twitchcon 2022 had to be one of the best weeks of Quackity’s life. He got to meet other streamers, fans and celebrities— he even got a picture with Dr. Phil! Best of all Quackity got to screw around with his friends, sight see, and just have an all around good time.

There was one day during the week when Quackity woke up in a massive Ler mood. This was very unfortunate for Karl and George, who were spending the majority of the convention in each other’s company.

Wednesday morning Quackity came bursting into George’s hotel room, followed by Karl, and promptly flopped on George. The British man was still cozy under his covers, his bodily clock still on UK time even as he was in America. So the sudden weight of his friend sprawled across his sleeping body was not a very nice way to be woken up.

“Good morning Gogy!” Quackity greeted cheerily in his signature silly high-pitched voice.

The brunette groaned in response, shoving at the beanie-wearing man. “Q what the hell, get off me idiot….”

Karl giggled as he watched the interaction, walking over the the window and tossing the curtains open dramatically. Sunlight streamed into the once dark room, bathing George in blinding light. He grumbled again, turning to face away from the window. When he cracked open his eyes he was mere inches away from Quackity’s face.

George yelped in surprise as he felt fingers prodding at his belly and sides, quick to bury his slowly warming face in his comforter to muffle his sleepy titters.

“C’mon Georgie, it’s time to get up~!” The ravenette cooed, scooting closer to squeeze and scratch George’s torso better.

“Q nohohoho….. it’s tohohoo ehehehearly!” The brunette whined, halfheartedly batting at the tickly fingers as his laughter grew louder.

“It’s not too early silly! This is the US!” Quackity said with a wide smile. He quickly straddled George’s knees and dug into where his thighs were. “Welcome to America!”

“N- nAHAHAA! QUAHAHACKITY NOHO! IM UHUP IHIHIHI’M UP!!” The man squealed, kicking and thrashing up a storm.

Once he admitted defeat Quackity stopped and climbed off his friend. “We’ll be down in the lobby with breakfast!” He announced, leaving the room.

Karl giggled. “See you soon.”

And George was alone again, bright red and breathless. He regained his composure and got up to get ready for the day.

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It was around lunchtime when Quackity struck again, this time his victim being Karl. They were waiting for one of the panels to end so they could go to lunch with Austin and some others, and in the meantime Karl had laid down right in the middle of the floor.

George had left to use the restroom, leaving Karl and Quackity alone. The ravenhead watched the man on the floor scroll through his phone absentmindedly when he was overcome with his Ler mood once again. Casually he strode over to the brunette on the floor, plopped down onto his hips, and squeezed up and down his sides.

Karl shrieked, tossing his phone aside suddenly and latching onto Quackity’s wrists as bubbly laughter poured from his lips.

“Whahahahat the heheheheck Quahahahackity?!”

“You looked like you needed some tickles, what can I say,” the beanie-wearing man shrugged as his fingers climbed Karl’s rib cage.

Karl’s feet drummed on the floor behind Quackity and he shook his head to release some of the ticklish energy wracking his body. He didn’t fight back, only lightly gripping the ravenette’s wrists and laughing his little heart out.

“Well this is adorable.”

George had returned from the restroom to see Quackity tickling Karl on the floor in the middle of the little nook they’d claimed for the time being, his face wearing a smirk as he stood over the scene.

Quackity, without any warning, launched for George’s legs and tackled the taller man to the ground. He continued to squeeze just above George’s kneecaps rapidly and sent the man into rounds of loud cackling.

Quackity continued to jump back and forth between tickling Karl and George until they were both adorned with bright cheeks and wide smiles. The panel ended and the day continued as normal, not without a few sneaky pokes to Karl’s and George’s sides.

The two older men had decided that they would definitely team up on Quackity the next day for revenge when he’d worked out his Ler mood.

~~~~~

I’m sorry if it’s bad, I think it’s my first time writing Quackity. This was also very sudden, I was just working off of an idea and impulse. Hope you enjoyed anyway.

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Some Well-Deserved Giggles

🦙🦙🦙…

Did I project in this? Yes. Do I think it’s adorable? Yes. Can I think of something to say no to for comedic flow? No.

lee! dream! supre-! macy!

Summary: After discovering an interesting trait of Dream’s during an IRL stream, George and Karl decide to put it to good use by helping Dream let go and relax :) Simple as that. SUPER PLATONIC

Warnings: tickling, super adorable

Word Count: 2470

enjoy as usual <3

🦙🦙🦙…

“Are you ticklish?” Dream read out, scrunching up his nose at the absurdity of the donation. He was doing his third ever IRL stream, featuring Karl and George. The three of them had just done a cooking stream for George’s stream, and had now migrated to Dream’s office to do a more casual q and a stream.

“Well? Come on, what’s your answer?” George probed, earning a giggle from Karl. He did rather enjoy making his friends answer the more bold donations, partly because it meant that he didn’t have to answer them, but also because it was fun to watch their responses.

“What do you mean answer it!? Why don’t you answer it?” Dream retorted stubbornly. It wasn’t that he thought tickling was weird or anything, it was just that it was a rather embarrassing question to answer in front of 200,000+ viewers.

“They weren’t asking me.” George shrugged, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms to aid in his facade of disinterest. Dream caught on when a smirk slipped through though, rolling his eyes at his friend’s playfulness.

“Shut the fuck up, why do you even want to know?” Dream smiled, attempting to switch the situation back onto George.

“Well I didn’t donate it, someone in chat did. And look! Chat are all spamming to answer it as well!” George leant forward with a laugh, pointing at the comments that whizzed past in the twitch chat. Dream groaned, rolling his eyes with a smile.

“Guys I’m not answering it, stop!” He laughed.

“That literally answers it though??” Karl giggled from on the other side of Dream, laughing harder when George started giggling too. Dream felt his face begin to heat up. Well he hadn’t thought that one through too well…

“NO!! That’s not what- ughh- that’s not what that MEANS!!” He argued, leaning forward in his chair to address his chat more personally. “STOP SAYING ‘YEAH SURE’!! Just because I didn’t answer does not mean that I’m ticklish!!”

“You’re literally so red!!” Karl pointed out with a giggle, cackling when Dream’s blush darkened, and curling away when he received a death stare.

“Ooo Dream’s ticklish!!” George teased, wiggling his fingers in Dream’s direction.

“dohohohon’t- George!!” Dream’s hands instinctively assembled in front of his body, before moving to cover his mouth once a few giggles escaped. George’s mouth dropped to a surprised laugh, a single eyebrow raising in curiousity

“Wait are you serious??” Karl giggled, watching as the blonde stumbled over his words and then hid in his hands once he realised that he was only making the situation worse. “That’s actually the cutest what the honk?”

“Karl!!” Dream exclaimed, he didn’t think his face could get any redder. He looked up at stream briefly, only to be horrified by all the coos and awes in chat. “Chat don’t make fun of me I swear to god I’ll block every single- GEOHORGE!!”

A screech emitted from the younger as George wiggled his finger against his side. The three of them shared a moment of disbelief in silence, before Dream got up in a mock-pout, storming out of frame. “I’M ENDING STREAM!!” Came his voice from off camera, producing giggles from both George and Karl.

“Ok guys, I think we’ve embarrassed him enough now, what an absolute cutie.. Smiley faces in chat guys.” Karl finally said, calming himself down as well as chat.

After a couple of minutes of coaxing Dream back onto his own stream, he returned sheepishly back to his chair. And then the stream resumed as normal with little to no mention of the previous embarrassing ordeal.

In fact, the whole situation was disregarded until later that night. The three were seated on the couch, each scrolling through their phones with Quackity’s stream playing in the background. Dream was on his back with his head on George’s lap, and Karl was laying beside him, his head on his stomach. The atmosphere had originally been rather pleasant, the air filled with either comfortable silence or uncontrollable giggles at Quackity’s stream. However, one of their friend’s donations caught the three boys’ attention.

“Did I know that Dream was ticklish? Yeah I saw that on his stream! How cute was that chat? How cute!” He answered in one of his usual silly voices.

“Oh come on..” Dream groaned, slinging an arm over his face when his company started cackling.

“I completely forgot about that!” George laughed, giving a poke to Dream’s exposed armpit, smirking a little when he yelped and clamped his arm down. “Dreaaamm~” he sang, giving a few prods to his chest.

“Heyehehehey!! Gehehehorge stohohop!!” Dream giggled, batting away George’s hands from above. He yelped when he felt Karl spider up one of his sides, suddenly feeling rather closed in.

“Wahahihit- EEP- Okay guhuhuys what are you dohihihing??!” He complained, attempting to sit up to remove himself from the onslaught, only to be kept down by George’s hand on his chest.

“Woah hey! Where do you think you’re going? We’re just tickling you it’s no big deal right?” Karl asked, smiling at him cheekily.

“I- NO! It’s not- AHck- ihihit’s nohohot that it’s- eEk- a big deheheal- KARL!! Stop with the spidering!!” Squeaks were intermitted into his protests, especially when Karl’s hand passed by a specific bottom rib. Karl of course, took notice to this.

“Uh, yeah sure! I can stop that.” Immediately, the spidering was replaced by a thumb drilling directly into the rib, forcing out a wheeze from the giggly speed runner.

“kARL!!” Dream screeched, twisting his body into the couch to block the brownette’s attack.

“Yeah Dream? What’s up?” He replied, switching to the other rib when it became available, causing Dream’s giggles to morph into laughter, snorts being laced in when George migrated his prods to around Dream’s neck.

“Dreamiieee!! You’re so ticklish!! Look at you twisting around like a little worm!!” George cooed, receiving high pitched giggles from said ‘worm’, as he attempted to wiggle his way off of the couch. Karl blocked the escape by straddling his hips, earning a squeak from the youngest, and a rather concerned facial expression to replace his previous one of bliss.

“Wahahit wait wait, kAhaHrL actually stohohop!!” His hands had resumed his position from earlier, poised in front of his torso as a barricade against Karl’s potential attacks. Karl offered him a gentle smile.

“Can I actually say- Dream I absolutely will if you really want me to- but honestly it’s so good to see you laughing so hard. Like you work so hard and it’s just nice to see you let loose.” He stated genuinely, gently grabbing hold of Dream’s hands, and smiling when a soft pink tinge appeared on his cheeks. “Like you’ve been doing so many IRL streams, which I know has been super stressful on your part, but you’ve honestly been doing so well- like it’s honestly incredible! Don’t you think so George?”

Dream’s mouth opened and closed uselessly, evidentially taken aback by his friend’s kind words. Karl watching as he practically melted back into the couch.

“Yes I agree Karl.” George added, shifting himself to sit cross legged, resting Dream’s head on his lap. Dream tilted his head up to look at him as he spoke. “Dream, you’ve been working really hard lately, but it’s important to remember to give yourself a break! So just for now, how about you just allow yourself to let go and relax a bit.” George suggested, accompanying his words with a few gentle scratches under Dream’s chin.

Dream scrunched up his neck, squirming at the touch and tugging lightly at Karl’s hands. His cheeks burned at the compliments. He really did not realise how much his friends had noticed, and it honestly made him feel a little drunk from all the love. A giddy smile pasted itself on his face, accompanied by the swirls of butterflies.

“I- Naww guhuhuys!?!” Was all he managed to get out, perhaps a little more high pitched than he’d have liked, so he cleared his throat and tried again. “That was so sweet guys. Thank you.” He smiled down to himself.

“So does that mean we can keep going?” Karl asked gently. Dream’s eyes widened at the realisation that them continuing was indeed intertwined into their kind words. He choked out a startled babble, before pausing to think about his response. “We don’t have to you know..” Karl reassured.

“No no! It’s- it’s fine..” He decided finally. Sure it was embrassing, but he’d been through worse.. and honestly his friend’s appeared to be enjoying themselves… “It’s just- I don’t know.. can y-you just be gentle?” George and Karl both nearly melted at the blonde’s shyness.

“Of course we can!” Karl reassured, “And I’ll stop as soon as you feel uncomfortable ok?” Dream nodded his head, allowing George to take his hands from Karl. “Ok I’m gonna start, you ready?”

Dream sucked in his breath, squeezing his eyes shut when he felt Karl’s nails return to skittering gently up and down his sides. Squeaky titters began to tumble out of his mouth, his hands coming down to cover his face, bringing George’s hands with him.

“Nawww, Dream’s turned into a little squeaky toy~” George teased, removing his hands from Dream’s wrists and scuttling around his neck, producing muffled snrks.

“He’s actually so cute I don’t understand..” Karl mumbled fondly, migrating his scratches down to Dream’s belly, surprised to hear his squeaky titters morph into high pitched cackles.

“Wahahahahihit Kahaharl nohohot there!!” Dream suddenly decided, his hands coming down to instinctively batt away Karl’s hands. George quickly scooped them up again.

“What the honk? Why not here?!” Karl giggled, as he gently lifted Dream’s hoody up, gently pinching at the slither of lower belly that it revealed.

“kArL!!” Dream choked out, before promptly falling into a long stream of cackles, legs kicking out from behind Karl. The chosen spot sent shockwaves through Dream’s body, and the gentle tickling was overwhelmingly flustering.

“Oh look! He’s trying to speedrun away from his tickles~!” George observed, cackling when Dream shook his head in protest.

“IHIHIVE- IVE cHanGEd mihihy mINd!! Kahaharl pleheheheasee speed uhuHuP!!” Dream giggled out.

“Speed up?? I thought you said you wanted me to be gentle?!” Karl questioned, a slight tease to his voice, but the genuine question still being apparent.

“Do the lighter tickles fluster you Dream?” George asked, pulling Dream’s hands away from his red face so that he could see his friend’s response.

“nahAhha, GEHEOERGE!!” Dream complained, covering his face again and thrashing more when Karl’s pinching became scratching. The swirling in his stomach was almost unbearable, causing his skin to become all the more sensitive to Karl’s nails.

“Look at this Karl, I can play peekaboo with Dream!! Ready Dream~ Peekaboo!!” George cooed, pulling Dream’s hands away from his face once again.

“GEORGE STAHAHAP you idihihiot!” Dream objected, yanking his hands back to cover his face, his laugh going squeaky again when he heard George’s gasp.

“Oh!? Where’d Dream go? I can’t find him anywhere?!” George asked mockingly, earning a cackle from Karl. “Karl!? Do you know where Dream is??” Dream whined from beneath his hands.

“Wait George? You’re right?! I can’t find Dream anywhere?? That’s so weird? I swear he was just here?!” Karl played along, pulling up Dream’s hoody further to spider across his whole tummy, marvelling at how the skin jumped beneath his fingers.

“KAHARL!!! SPEHEHED UP PLEHEHEASE!!”

“Omg Karl did you hear that?? I think Dream is around here!! Where do you think he could be?”

“Guhuhuys.”

“How about… in HERE!!” Karl followed his outburst by drilling into the same two ribs from earlier, producing a surprised shriek from Dream, his laughter going silent and then coming back in new bouts of laughter. Karl stayed on the two ribs for a moment, before squeezing experimentally at his other ribs, as well as down to his sides.

“KAHARL!!!” Dream cackled, twisting his body as much as he could, but stubbornly keep his face covered.

“Karl! I definitely heard him that time!! He must be around here somewhere? I wonder why he’s hiding from us?!”

“I don’t know man. Maybe it’s because we’re currently tickling the crap out of him?” A muffled groan elicited from the blonde, evoking cheeky chuckles from the two elders. “I could be wrong though. Maybe I’ll see if I can find him in here.” Karl moved his attack to knead at Dream’s hips, giggling when a wheeze sounded off from beneath Dream’s hands.

“Good idea Karl, I’ll try in here.” George reported, before abandoning Dream’s wrists and drilling into his underarms.

“NAHAHAOHOHO WAHAHAIHIHIT GUHUYS!!” Dream immediately uncovered his face, flailing between the two spots in a poor attempt at defending them both at once. His laughter was loud, wheezes interrupting the bright cackles every now and then, and a huge white smile contrasting the rest of his face that was doused in a deep shade of red.

“There he is!!!! Peekabooo Dreeeaam~!!!” George cheered, adding extra coos in when he saw how big and happy Dream’s smile was.

“Omg we found him!!! Dream? Were you hiding because we were tickling you? Or was there another reason?”

“Guhuhuhuys PLEHEHEASE sTaHAHahP the TEheHeAsing!!” Dream protested, his mind foggy from how flustered he was.

“Naww!! Little baby was just hiding coz he was flustered nawwww!!” George removed his hands from Dream’s underarms, booping him on the nose before reaching down to gently massage circles into his upper ribs. Karl also moved his kneading up to either side of Dream’s belly button. Another shriek tore through Dream’s throat, followed by sporadic laughter.

“OHOHOKAHAHAY OHOHKAYAY!! It’s enOHOgh!! IHIHIts toHoHOHO MUHUCH!!” Dream screeched, his laughter then disappearing into nothing but hiccups and wheezes.

George and Karl immediately slowed their attack right down. George moved back to spidering around Dream’s neck, while Karl returned to fluttering his fingers over Dream’s belly. Soft squeaky giggles filled the room once again, and the two boys exchanged looks of endearment towards their younger friend. They released his hands and helped him into a sitting position.

“How are you feeling?” Karl asked, taking in Dream’s disheveled appearance. His hair was a mess, and his face was blotchy with remnants of his flustered blush.

“Y-you, youhu guhuys are soho going to gehehet it lahater…” He managed out through huffs of giggles. George and Karl exchanged looks of disbelief.

“What?!” Both boys exclaimed, watching as a smirk formed on Dream’s lips.

“You literally asked us too??” Karl pointed out.

“Doesn’t meheean.. I can’t hahave.. my revenge..” Dream stated, eying each of them with a paralysing glare, before flopping down against George’s shoulder.

“Maybe after your nap,” George suggested with a pat to Dream’s head, the nervousness was evident in his voice.

Perhaps he and Karl had better watch their backs during the upcoming IRL streams.

🦙🦙🦙…

done. cute ler duo x cute lee 🥰 they’re all adorable

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lee-gets-ler-gives366 · 2 years ago

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Cosquillas, Cosquillas

helloooo everyone!!! I was talking to mush the other day about including Spanish in a fic bc the dteam have been really close with the Spanish speaking community/ccs and have started learning the language themselves recently, and I've also been learning the language so I figured it would be a really fun idea to include it in a fic!!

(obviously lol) there is quite a bit of Spanish intermixed with the dialogue and everything, but everything should be pretty self explanatory in context, or at least easy to translate if need be!!

as always thank you @mushiewrites for proofreading/helping inspire this fic <333

lee!dream, ler!george, 5.7k words

this takes places after george's irl stream in madrid

enjoy :)

(also yes, the title means "tickle, tickle")

Dream cleared his throat as he heard the familiar beep of his keycard deactivating the lock, before turning the knob and pushing his way through the door of his hotel room. He was greeted with clean, cool air hitting his face and smelling as fresh, clean, and sharp– it reminded him of a specific comment that George had made once before, one of the first things he ever said when they all first traveled together, which was 'hotel air conditioning always smells exactly like McDonald's Sprite tastes', which made Dream laugh so hard that he needed to sit down on the floor to recover. Every time they'd stayed in a hotel after that, at least one member of the Dream Team would make a reference to that day, it was unavoidable.

The comforting feeling of being back home, even if it was a hotel in a completely foreign country, took over his body quickly, and he sighed in relief, any negative energy or stress he still held from being overwhelmed and overheated outside slowly melting off his shoulders. Don't get him wrong, he loved going out and streaming with George, and he absolutely adored meeting fans, of course he did! He wouldn't trade it for anything else in the entire world, but sometimes when it was too hot and too many people were in one place too suddenly it could get a little much. He was excited to go out and meet more people the next day or later that night, but for now, he was happy to have a few hours worth of downtime in his own hotel room.

He shook his head, letting his fluffy hair ruffle and move as he did so, and he then rolled his neck and shoulders as he let go of the door and let it close behind him.

Or, at least, it would've closed behind him, had it not been for his energetic co-streamer trailing behind him, pushing into the room and closing the door behind him with a click just as Dream walked into the more open area of the room and placed his bag on the desk.

"Dream," The Brit began immediately upon entering, following Dream even when he paused his movements, just to catch up to him. He also took his bag off, placing it gently on the seat of the chair in front of the desk, not wanting to harm any of the expensive streaming equipment in it.

"George," Dream replied in the same urgent tone. He turned around to face George as he set the rest of his things down, watching the smaller man slide off his shoes and push them under the desk before looking back up at him.

"You need to practice your Spanish," George replied, putting his hands on his hips sassily. Dream scoffed, rolling his eyes with an extremely fond smile, before shaking his head a few times.

"George, it's fine, I know enough to get by."

"Yes, you do, but you never use it, that's the problem," George explained, and Dream scoffed again, this time more bashfully. George was actually right, but he was absolutely not going to say that.

"Okay, that– it's fine, George," He said with a smile, leaning back against the corner of the dresser behind him, crossing his ankles as he leaned. George walked over and stood right in front of him again, hands still on his hips like a disappointed mother, and Dream was actually starting to feel the psychological effects from the stance.

"Dream," He said firmly, and Dream looked at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. He could feel his brain falling into its usual habits, hearing George's warm voice and seeing his soft eyes look at him and feeling him stand so close and wanting to do whatever he says, but he knew he couldn't let his brain give in during such a dumb argument. He twisted his body from side to side, bracing himself against the top of the dresser as he tried to crack his back, letting George continue talking aimlessly. "Dream, there's nothing to be ashamed of. We're in Spain, with tons of friends who speak both English and Spanish, and tons of people publicly, either fans or people at stores or restaurants or whatever who do as well. No one is gonna be upset with you for not speaking fluently. But the only way to get better is to try," George explained, resting his hands on Dream's shoulders when he twisted back to the center, wanting to keep his attention. "You know what you're saying. you know parts of the language, you just don't know how to say them because you never do it! Of course you're gonna sound like an idiot, because you don't know how, that's why it's important to practice." Dream smiled at him, tilting his head to the side curiously.

"Wow. That was actually a pretty good pep talk, Georgie, you should give those more often," Dream complimented, and George blinked at him twice before letting out a scoff as he shook his head, pulling his hands off Dream's shoulders and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Okay, idiot, does that mean you're gonna practice your stupid Spanish now?" Dream sighed and tilted his head back, stretching his arms up above his head to finish his back cracking, arching his back forward and groaning as he did so.

"George, I promise, I will, I'll just do it on my own t-IME–!" Dream explained, ending it with a loud squeal that cut into his final word as he felt something swipe across the skin above the waistband of his shorts that was exposed from his stretching. He snapped his arms down instantly, covering the area with his hands, and curling in on himself by bringing one knee up slightly and then leaning forward. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, and he knew it wasn't just his sunburn. He glanced down, seeing George's pointer finger still poised in the same place in front of his tummy, and George smiled at him, biting his lip to tame it slightly. "Do not do that."

"Your tummy was out! I had to!"

"You absolutely didn't."

"I did! What else am I supposed to do when there's such a good opportunity, just not take it?!"

"Shut up," Dream argued, stepping away from the dresser and towards the bed, sitting down on the edge of it and leaning down to untie his sneakers. He barely pulled one loop out before he was suddenly shoved against the bed forcefully, landing on his back and bouncing on the bed as a small 'oof–' sound left his lips from the force of the movement. George jumped onto the bed as well, making the mattress bounce once again, as he sat cross-legged next to Dream's torso. His knee rested against Dream's side, against the material of his hoodie and replacing the material of his jacket that had fallen to the side in the fall, now fanning out by his sides against the comforter, the same way his wavy hair was as he looked up at George with fond eyes. "Hello."

"Hi. We're gonna practice Spanish," George said confidently, smiling down at Dream as he spoke.

"Ugh, Georgie, c'mon," Dream whined, placing his hand gently on George's knee and rubbing his thumb against the small dip on the outside of his knee cap from the way his leg was bent. "Is it really necessary?"

"Sí, yes it is. Muy necesario, Sueño. Necesitos práctica," George spoke, putting one hand up in the air to enunciate his words, and Dream was already intimidated by how much better George was at speaking the language than he was, even if he knew George was only messing around and was, obviously, nowhere close to being an expert. Dream whined again, pinching his eyebrows together and putting on his best puppy dog eyes as he looked at George, pleading with him to let it go. "Oh, stop that, you're just being a baby."

"I'm no– AH–!" Dream was cut off by another squeal as George poked his tummy, right in the center, over the material of his hoodie. He flinched and went to grab at George's hand, but the elder simply brought his other hand into the mix, poking sporadically around his tummy and making it impossible to grab him by moving away as fast as he began. He curled his legs up, kicking them as much as he could as he tried to twist and turn away from the pokes. "George!"

"How do you say… okay, you know basic words, right? Very basic words and phrases?" George asked, pausing his pokes to let Dream answer, pressing his palms flat against Dream's hoodie.

"I-I… I don't know! I mean– I guess so?" Dream answered bashfully and George immediately resumed his poking, making him squirm and giggle again.

"Okay, how do you say, uh… book, then? How do you say 'book' in Spanish– en Español."

"Uh–" Dream said, suddenly giggling when one of George's pokes landed too close to the left side of his tummy. He flinched a bit harder at that, curling his right knee up enough to his George's body, and George did not seem to approve of this. He scoffed, shoving Dream's legs away and resting one hand on the knee that had hit him, leaning all of his body weight on it to make it harder for him to curl that one up. Then, he used his other hand to poke rapidly up and down Dream's side, the same side he was pinning the leg on, and Dream shook his head and giggled helplessly as he could no longer protect that side with his leg and still couldn't manage to get a grip on George's slippery hands. "N–noho! George, plehehease!"

"C'mon, Dream. How do you say 'book' in Spanish?"

"Ihihit's– it's gonna behe bahahahad!" Dream whined, and George patted his knee where he still held it down.

"That's okay! Your pronunciation doesn't have to be good, that's why you're learning. Plus, I'm literally gonna tickle you through all of it, I don't expect you to sound like a proper fluent Spanish speaker," George explained, only somewhat reassuringly, and Dream whined again at the casual information that he was going to be tickled through all of this. There was no point trying to get out of the situation. "Now say it, Dream."

"Ihihihit's– it's lihibrohoho–" Dream muttered before throwing his hands over his face in embarrassment, lost in giggles as George grabbed both his sides and squeezed them a few times as he celebrated. Dream's legs curled up again as he did so, and his back arched slightly.

"YEAH, good job, Dream! You did it!" George exclaimed, smoothing out the fabric of Dream's hoodie over his tummy. Dream's cheeks already hurt from smiling and burned from how red and hot they were due to how hard he was blushing, and he wasn't sure he'd make it out of this alive. "Okay, uh… now say table in Spanish. How do you say that?"

"Oh, George," Dream complained, but the poking started up immediately again, and George was moving faster now, poking several times in every area of his tummy, making his legs kick out and his heels scrape against the bed uselessly– until he remembered George hadn't given him time to take his shoes off, and they were in a hotel with beautiful, white sheets, and he could not be putting his shoes all over them, so he needed to remember to keep them away from the bed in the midst of all this. Sure, that wouldn't make it harder at all. "AH– ahahaha, okahahay! Ihihit's mehesahaha!"

"Good boy, Dream!" George exclaimed again, making Dream shake his head and cover his face again. "What about, uh…" George thought for a moment, his hand pausing it's poking but ending up with his palm at the very bottom of Dream's hoodie, and his thumb slipped under to touch Dream's bare skin and run through the sparse hair of his happy trail. Dream hummed at the motion, resting his hand on top of George's and waiting for him to continue. "Oh! Okay, how do you say kitten?" He asked softly. and Dream giggled and nodded, already prepared to answer.

"Gatito," He replied and George nodded and patted his stomach slightly. "Like you!" He finished with a gasp and wide eyes, reaching up to gently run his fingers through George's hair. George giggled as well, leaning forward as he laughed before pulling back.

"And what about puppy?" George continued, and Dream looked at him skeptically. "Like you, obviously," He finished, reaching forward and running his hand through Dream's hair to repeat his motion, and Dream scoffed and turned his head away.

"You're such an idiot."

"You know it's true."

"It's not true."

"If you're not a puppy, then why would you be letting me rub your belly right now?" George asked smugly, and Dream paused, suddenly realizing that George's thumb had slowly become his entire hand, and there was a palm rubbing circles over the bare skin of his tummy at that exact moment, and it was so gentle and relaxing that Dream hadn't even noticed.

"Wh–"

"See. I rest my case. Now say it."

"I can't even roll my r's, though."

"I don't care. Just try, Dreamie," George encouraged, tapping his pointer finger against Dream's skin, picking it up and tracing his nail in tiny lines, threatening to do more if Dream didn't cooperate. Dream whined, tummy jumping at the scratches, and he threw an arm over his face again.

"Okay, it… it's perrito…" Dream mumbled shyly, hoping George could even hear it. He was lucky the older boy took pity on him.

"Good job! See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" George teased with a single scratch of a claw hand against Dream's bare tummy before he pulled his hand out, making Dream squeak and curl up before falling back and covering his face with both arms now.

"Ah– it was!" Dream complained, and George simply giggled, and suddenly there were two hands digging into his exposed underarms, making him shriek and slam his arms down against his sides. "GEORGE!" He yelled, crossing his arms and rubbing the leftover tingles from the sudden attack out of his own underarms. George laughed at him again, before suddenly placing his hands on Dream's hips to brace himself, and then jumping over to straddle his thighs. "Oh God, George, why?"

"For the next part. Now I'm gonna say some phrases, and you're gonna repeat them. Okay?"

"What kind of phrases?" Dream asked, furrowing his eyebrows and placing his hands on George's knees.

"Whatever phrases I want? Duh," George explained like it was obvious, pulling out his phone and typing something in. Dream tried to lean up to look at what he was doing, propping himself up on his elbows, but George just dug his first two fingers on his free hand into the middle of Dream's ribs instead. He fell back onto the bed with a loud squeal, slamming his arm against his side and rubbing his elbow into the spot where he was so brutally assaulted.

"I was just trying to see–!"

"Shush. I'm trying to find something."

"Are you gonna use Google transla–?"

"Shhh! Callate, Sueño!" George scolded, going back to his previous sporadic poking all over Dream's tummy and making the younger boy fall back into sweet, fluttery giggles and the task of attempting to catch George's hands to no avail. Dream had no idea how George kept moving so god damn quick to avoid his grasp, but he was pissed about it. Normally he could grab George's hands and overpower him with no issues, and now that he couldn't, he felt that much more helpless.

"Geohohohorge! Staha– stahahahap!" Dream whined, throwing his head back against the bed and shaking it wildly, his hair falling around him once again.

"No, you're being uncooperative."

"Yohohou–! Yohou haven't evehen gihihivehen mehe anythihihihing yehehehet!" Dream whined, settling for wrapping his own arms around his torso in hopes of deterring George. His plan worked, but only long enough for George to finish typing whatever it is he needed and set his phone on the bed beside him, by his own leg so Dream couldn't see the screen. After that, he just pulled Dream's arms away and threw them to the sides, attaching his hands to Dream's ribs and digging in all up and down his ribcage. Dream grabbed his wrists this time, but all his strength had been completely zapped out of his body from all the tickling he had already endured, so he couldn't do much except try and fail to pull George's fingers away. "Nohohoho, plehehehease!"

"I want you to repeat after me. Jorge es–" George began, keeping his tickling up as he leaned down slightly to read off his phone. "Jorge es muy genial y sorprendente."

"Wh-whahahahat?!" Dream asked in disbelief, still trying to dislodge George's hands. George decided to cut him a break, knowing it would be genuinely unfair to make Dream try to repeat things he'd never heard of before while he couldn't talk as well, and he moved his hands back down to his sides, pinching up and down them to make him squeal and wiggling his fingers firmly into his hoodie, keeping him giggling and breathless. "Whahahat the hell dohoes thahahat mehehehean?"

"Just say it, don't ask questions. Or I'll go for your tummy again."

"Nohoho!" Dream squealed, covering his tummy with his hands and holding the bottom hem of his hoodie to pull it down more. "Nonono, noho, okahahay… Uh… Cahahan– can yohou sahay it agahahain?"

"Mhm, Jorge es muy genial y sorprendente," George repeated, and Dream nodded, seeming to take it in.

"Um… okahay, uh… Jorge ehehes… muhuy– uh…" Dream began, looking to George in hopes that he'd prompt him with the rest again.

"Muy genial," George helped, and Dream nodded again.

"Muy ge– geheniahahal, y…"

"Sorprendente." George moved down his sides, ending up right above his hip bones and keeping his wiggling fingers there as Dream finished, giggling softly at the way his squirming picked up, his stomach tensed, and his words became more laced with whiny giggles.

"So–sohohor… prehendentehehe?" Dream finished, hoping he got the last word right. George smiled at him, patting his sides lightly again, before continuing his tickles above his hips.

"Sí! Good job, Sueño, muy bien!" George encouraged, and Dream couldn't help but smile at the praise. He had to admit it did feel kind of good to practice, and to know he wasn't doing too horribly at what he was doing, even if his pronunciation was already awful even without the tickling clouding it further.

"Whahat dihid it mehehean, thohough?" Dream asked, and George just shook his head.

"Doesn't matter." George gently, agonizingly slowly, pushed up the bottom of Dream's hoodie a mere few inches, exposing the waistband of his shorts and the small peak of his boxers that showed over the top, as well as the strip of bare skin the action revealed– the line between his hips, right under his belly button, the jutting bones of his hips, and the space right above them. Dream whined immediately when he felt the cool air of the hotel room that he once appreciated touch his bare skin, reaching up to hide his face again as his hips squirmed instinctively against the exposed feeling. George gently placed his hands on Dream's hips, curling his pointer finger and thumb around the bones to pinch the skin and dig his thumbs in, but he didn't move yet. He just waited there, ready to strike, just to freak Dream out. "Now say, uh…" He thought for a moment, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head back before suddenly it came to him. "Say 'Jorge es muy guapo'."

"Dohohoesn't– doesn't guahapo mehehean handsohome?" Dream asked, anticipation already getting to him as he giggled uncontrollably still, but pointedly refused to look at George. His head stayed straight back, eyes staring up at the ceiling fan above them like it was the most interesting thing in the world, hands nervously grabbing the blanket below him.

"Sí," George confirmed, nodding even though he knew Dream wasn't looking. "Muy bien, Sueño. Now speak."

"Okahahay, okay, um… Jorgehehe ehes– es muhuy guapohoho–"

"Sí, sí, lo sé!" George replied smugly, making Dream laugh even harder than he already was. "Now say–"

"Thehehere's mohohore?!"

"Yes! Just two more things, okay? Then I'm done. You've been doing really, really well, Dream, I don't know why you were so nervous about this."

"Ihihit's juhust embaharrassihihing for mehehe to– to doho ihit in front of sohomeone ehehelse…"

"Well, that sucks, because now I'm gonna tickle you every time I want to hear you speak Spanish, so… that's gonna suck for you, huh, poor little Sueño?" George teased, sticking out his bottom lip near the end, as he squeezed the spot he was pinching once, digging his thumb into the sweet spot of Dream's that he knew all too well, just to hear him squeal and giggle and watch him squirm.

"Nohoho, no!" Dream whined, and George giggled, pausing his tickling to readjust. He shifted upwards slightly, now straddling Dream's upper thighs near his hips, his knees ending up boxing them in to make it harder for him to squirm away. Ironically, this made Dream squirm immediately, the anticipation still building up as he waited for whatever the next attack would be.

George then picked up his phone and went to type something into Google translate again, but it only took him a few seconds this time, so Dream assumed it was only one word that he didn't know this time. He looked at the phone in confusion, and Dream giggled at his expression, making George turn to him and give him a dirty look.

"What's so funny up there, giggles?"

"No-nothing! You just looked confused at whatever you're typing and it's a little funny!"

"I think I have to listen to the pronunciation for it, so stay quiet, you," George said as he brought the phone up to his ear, and Dream would've been fine with that, until George decided that was a really great time to use his free hand to dig his thumb back into the spot above his hip. He burst out into laughter immediately, trying to twist to stop him, using both hands to try and cover the spot or pull George away, but George's hand only latched on further. "I just told you to be quiet!"

"I cahahahan't! I cahan't hehehelp ihihit!" Dream tried to explain, but George just cut him off by squeezing more, still holding the phone up to his ear. He suddenly switched from squeezing to scratching the spot below his belly button, pushing his hoodie up further just to fluster him more, and Dream laughed even louder. "Nahaha, plehehehease! Nohohohot thahahahat, George, plehehease–"

"Shut up!" George giggled, throwing his tickling hand up to slap it over Dream's mouth to keep him quiet, holding his head down against the mattress. Dream continued giggling even against George's hand, although he was muffled now, as he squeezed his eyes shut and held onto George's wrist softly with one hand.

George finished listening to what he needed to listen to before turning his phone off and tossing it back onto the bed, using his newly free hand to scratch at Dream's tummy again, scratching up and down the sides of his tummy and all around his belly button, catching the edges every so often. Dream's eyes shot open again, looking over at George pleadingly, as he broke into desperate, high pitched, muffled laughter behind George's hand.

"Mm!" Dream whined in an attempt to get George's attention, which actually worked, and George smiled at him softly.

"You ready to keep talking?"

"Mhm!"

"Okay, perfect. Perfecto!" George said as he pulled both his hands away, resting them gently on Dream's sides as he let the other boy catch his breath and settle himself. "I want you to say, 'sueño es muy, muy, cosquilloso'."

"Whahahat– what does that even mehean?"

"Don't worry about it. Just say it."

"I dohohon't wanna, I'm nervohohous…"

"You don't wanna?"

"Mm-mm…"

"Okay!" George said simply, before leaning down and blowing the biggest raspberry he could manage right on Dream's tummy, barely an inch to the left of his belly button. Dream screamed, burying into loud laughter, shaking his head desperately and frantically as his hands made their way to the back of George's head. "Wanna say it now?"

"YEHEHES, yehehehehes!"

"Are you sure? Because I can always just–" George blew another raspberry, on the opposite side of his belly button this time, and Dream curled up as much as he could, falling to the side as he did so.

"OKAHAHAY, OKAY, I'll sahahahahay ihihihihit! Juhuhust– plehehehehease dohohon't dohoho– NOHO DOHOHON'T DOHOHO IHIT AGAIAHAHAHAIN!" Dream flipped as George took in a breath and leaned down again, faking him out and bursting out laughing as he heard Dream's reaction. He placed a gentle kiss above his belly button, the spot he would've given the raspberry, before pulling back up, making Dream's hands fall from.the back of his head down to cover his tummy protectively. "Stohop laughing, it's not fuhunny!"

"Oh my god, Dream, that was so precious."

"Whatever, shut up! Just– just say the– say the thing again, please, Georgie," Dream asked, and George could tell he was getting embarrassed and nervous again, so he took some pity on him again.

"Sueño es muy, muy cosquilloso," George repeated, smiling down at Dream. He placed one hand over Dream's on his stomach, gently sliding them up to his sternum and leaving his hand there for comfort. His other palm touched down on Dream's tummy, rubbing gently to help soothe him, like he had earlier.

"Okahay– um… S-Sueño es– Jesus christ, I hate this– sueño es muy… muy co– cos-qui-lloso?" Dream repeated, stumbling over the new word, sounding it out as he spoke and phrasing it as a question in case it was wrong. George smiled, patting his stomach and squeezing his hands softly.

"That's perfect, Dream, very good!"

"Can you tell me what it means now?"

"Nope. One more thing."

"Oh god, George, please be nice, please, haven't I suffered enough?" Dream begged pathetically, practically melting into the blanket below him as he spoke.

"It's okay! You'll like this one, you know how to do it already," George smiled, his own cheeks turning slightly pink as he pulled Dream's hands apart, holding his pointer fingers in each of his hands and swinging them gently in the air. "Say you love me in Spanish."

Dream absolutely lit up at this request, and George found it impossible to keep the ecstatic, bashful smile off his face as well, the one he always got when he was around Dream.

"Te amo!" Dream exclaimed, zero hesitation in his words, and if he stumbled over them unintentionally. "Te amo, Georgie, te- te quiero mucho!"

"Okay, shut up now, that's all I had for you to do," George said, obviously flustered at how quickly Dream jumped to complete that phrase. He went to slide off Dream's legs, but Dream's hands landed on his thighs, making him pause his movements.

"No! You asked me to say it, you can't be all embarrassed about it now!"

"Shut up, Dream!"

"But I do love you!"

"Alright, that's it," George suddenly leaned down and blew another onslaught of raspberries onto Dream's tummy, over the sides of his tummy as well as above and below his belly button again. He held Dream's sides as he did so, keeping his torso in place, and Dream immediately screamed out in laughter.

"NOHOHO, GEOHORGE!" Dream whined, curling up as much as he could, throwing one arm over George's shoulders and using his other hand to hold onto the back of his head. George slipped his hands down, ending up at his hip bones once again. He curled his fingers back around his squirming hips, holding him even more firmly in place and making him giggle nervously between the raspberries. "No, no, nohoho, no– NAHAHAHA!" Dream babbled uselessly, cut off by loud, boisterous laughter as both the raspberries and the thumbs pinching at the spots above his hips came back at the same time, making him arch his back up as much as he could, shake his head desperately, frantically, and smack the sheets below him before going back to holding George's head.

"Are you ready to be finished now?"

"YEHEHEHES, YES, PLEHASE, YES, PLEHEHEHEASE," Dream begged, sucking in another breath before falling into useless laughter again.

"Say it in Spanish then, idiot," George instructed, just to be cruel, as he switched his movements up for the final tactic. He blew a raspberry right under Dream's belly button, and dug his thumbs on the spot next to his hip bones instead of above them, right inside where they dipped back down above the waistband of his boxers. Dream yelped before dissolving into helpless laughter, going high pitched and somewhat silent before he could take in another breath. He melted further into the mattress, all strength lost at that point, and his eyes stayed squeezed shut as his head shook sluggishly against the comforter. "Well? Should I stop?"

"SI, SI, SIHIHIHI, PLEHEHE– FUHUHUCK, POHOR FAVOHOR, POR FAVOHOHOR, GEOHORGE, PLEHEHEASE–!" Dream firmly begged, a mix of English and Spanish coming out in his desperation, and George laughed and pressed his forehead against Dream's tummy before leaning back up entirely. He rubbed Dream's skin again with his palm, soothing away the ghost tickles as Dream caught his breath.

"You okay?" George asked after a few minutes of relaxation, and Dream slowly blinked his eyes open and looked up at him.

"Mhm. Yeah. I'm good," Dream replied, voice soft and fond, and George could tell he was happy. He still felt the need to apologize, though.

"I know that was kind of mean, I hope I didn't push you or anything. I just want you to feel comfortable… Lo siento."

"Mm-mm," Dream replied, shaking his head. "It's okay. Está bien."

"Está bien?"

"Mhm, yeah. It was… pretty fun, honestly. And it was nice to practice. You were right, I really do need to practice more," Dream conceded as he arched his back to stretch again, then propped himself up on his elbows and rolled his head to either side, then pushed himself up into a normal sitting position, looking up at George with lovestruck eyes where he was still perched on his lap. George slid down Dream's thighs slightly to give him more space, making sure they were both comfortable, before returning the loving eye contact. "Can you tell me what you made me say now, though?"

"Oh! Yes, of course. I made you say 'George is very cool and amazing', then 'George is very handsome', and then 'Dream is very, very ticklish', all of which are very true!" George bragged, laughing cruelly as the way Dream's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

"Oh, god, no, Georgiiiiiie…" Dream whined, wrapping his arms around George's waist and burying his face against his chest, pulling him in close. George laughed again, his back arching slightly from the force of Dream's hug, before he hugged back, arms around Dream's shoulders and chin on his head.

"It's okay! You don't have to say anything anymore, and we both know that's all true because you openly said it! That's pretty cool, don't you think, Sueño?" Dream giggled a bit in response, before suddenly getting an idea. He tightened his grip on George and spun as quickly as he could, flipping them over, and finishing with George laying flat on the bed, his legs pinned on either side of Dream's as he loomed above him. "Wh– DREAM?!" George yelled in confusion, trying to squirm away, but the way he was pinned kept him from being able to get any leverage to properly move.

"Yeah, Georgie, that is pretty funny, but y'know something funnier?" Dream spoke softly, and with the way he was looking over George, it felt like he was pressed right up against his ear, even though he wasn't.

"N-no…" George replied nervously, raising his hands up to press against Dream's chest, either to try to push him off or make sure he didn't lean down any further.

"What's funnier is that I want you to say the same thing now. I want you to say that you're ticklish, I want you to say 'Jorge es muy, MUY co– co- uh… coquills… um…" Dream started off sounding intimidating, but it fell flat when he couldn't remember how to pronounce the word for 'ticklish' in Spanish. George chuckled at him, biting his lip and staring up at him as Dream looked back, putting on his best puppy eyes. "Help?"

"Cosquilloso, Dreamie," George supplied for him, smiling up at him.

"Yeah, cos-cosquilloso. 'Jorge es muy, muy cosquilloso', that's what I want you to say. To be even."

"To be even?"

"Mhm! Because– um, because…" Dream looked around, grabbing George's phone and going to Google translate himself. He typed something in, giggling to himself softly as he made eye contact with George again, leaning down to his ear before speaking in a low voice, words slow so he could put effort into pronouncing everything correctly. "Yo quiero hacerte cosquillas."

"What does that mean, then?"

"I want to tickle you."

Dream didn't give him much time to process his words before digging his fingers into George's ribs, filling the hotel room with a new wave of boisterous laughter, and a new batch of broken attempts at speaking Spanish. George was significantly better at the language than Dream was, and even through his laughter his pronunciation was shockingly good for an amateur, however it took him a lot more breaking down and convincing for him to repeat that sentence due to him actually knowing what it meant.

But, when Dream had one hand holding up the back of George's thigh, his mouth latched onto it to blow equally as evil raspberries onto the inside of it as George had given to his tummy, and he reached the other hand forward to curl around George's ribs and dig into the especially sensitive spot on the back of them… he gave in pretty quickly. After that, a pretty quick rattling off of 'OKAHAHAY, OKAHAY, OKAY, SOHOHOY MUY, MUHUY COHOHOSQUILLOSOHOHO, PLEHEHEASE, STOHOHOP' got him some mercy, and the two were, in Dream's eyes, pretty even after that.

At least, until the next time they needed to practice their Spanish speaking.

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Now How Do You Want It (Dream x GeorgeNotFound x Sapnap)

Word count: 5363

Warning: Intense tickling, restraints, and mouth tickles.

((This series is called Glass House! Previous part: Now Admit It.))

Surprisingly, it was Dream who got annoyed first. He just didn’t really understand. His brain was always trying to logic everything out, while Sapnap just kind of got and accepted that George acted illogically sometimes.

Luckily, Dream’s confusion and annoyance really only just led to more flustering situations than anything. Since neither boy ever judged George, his feelings were never hurt.

Dream smiled at Sapnap and waved as the younger boy left the house; off to go skate. Then, he grinned.

“George!”, he called. He walked into the kitchen and listened.

“What?”, George sounded distant… in his room. Dream bounded down the hall and knocked on the door once before entering the room and closing the door fast behind him. George startled in his gaming chair. “What are you doing?”.

“Get on the bed, I want to talk.”, Dream said with a step towards the smaller boy. George’s cheeks brightened and he giggled.

“Dream, what!”.

“Bed.”.

George stared back up at him with those dark eyes and he could see the cogs turning behind them. Dream scoffed and grabbed him, throwing the screaming boy over his shoulder and tossing him onto the bed like nothing.

“Dream!!”, he screeched. Dream only laughed and climbed on top of him. Swiftly, little wrists were collected up and pinned to the bed above the boy's head. “No!”, he squeaked and burst into giggles, clearly anticipating a tickle attack.

Dream smiled down at the squirming boy. He watched as the giggles slowly came to a stop.

“I have an idea.”, Dream spoke. George cleared his throat, flustered but listening. “We come up with a code word for when you want to be tickled.”. George gasped.

“No!”.

“What. Why?”.

I never want to be tickled.”. Dream rolled his eyes.

“Georgie, come on. We are way past that. Me and Sapnap are both fully aware of how much you love being tickled. So let’s just come up with an easier way for you to ask for it”. George looked like he would combust. He was writhing slowly like he was trying to escape and his cheeks and nose were dark red.

“Shut up…”, he whimpered.

See, this is what Dream doesn’t understand. They already knew, so there is no more embarrassment. Why wouldn’t George admit it? Why wouldn’t he let Dream help him?

“You trust us right? We’ve never made fun of you. Just let me help you.”. George was flustered beyond belief. Dream’s strength dwarfed George’s so he knew he was stuck here for as long as Dream wanted.

“Lemme go!”, he whined. Dream groaned.

Dream used his free hand to trail down George’s arm and teased gently into his open underarm. George burst into giggles.

“No!! Dream stop!!”.

“Think about it! There are probably so many times where you’re sitting in here all alone wishing we were tickling you! We…whoa.”. George had let out a piercing scream at Dream’s words. “Oh you are so dramatic!”.

“Sapnap!!!”, George cried. Dream giggled.

“You can’t be serious.”.

Dream studied the squirming boy, trying to figure out the state he was in. He hadn’t safeworded and he was mostly just panicked and giggling. The cute blush was crawling down his neck. Nothing new. Flustered, he was just flustered. The distress was because he knew he would be tickled and embarrassed. He was fine, though.

He trailed fingertips across his neck and collarbone, making him tilt his head down and sputter into giggles again.

“It doesn’t have to be anything crazy. We could make it a normal phrase so it doesn’t embarrass you. Like, ‘I’m thirsty’ or something.”. George only shook his head ‘no’ through his giggling. “It will make things easier for you!”. Dream only had George’s best interests in mind here!

He loved tickling George. He didn’t understand why George was so embarrassed about also enjoying it. In his head, he had found the perfect solution. Like the opposite of a safeword. If George was comfortable having a word that secretly meant ‘stop’ then why not have one that meant ‘go’? Dream pulled his hand away and let George breathe.

“I hate being tickled.”, he mumbled and let his head drop back against the bed.

“George, no you don’t. And there’s nothing wrong with that!”. The smaller boy only whined and struggled. Dream poked around his tummy to make him start giggling again. “Imagine what things could be like if you just admit it! You could ask us to tickle you exactly how you wanted!”. George cried out at the words. “What if there was a way you wanted to be tickled and I didn’t know? That would be so sad!”. George’s eyes flashed with something before he smooshed his face against his own arm. Dream gasped and stopped his poking. “George?”.

“Shut up.”, he whined.

“No! Is there a specific way or spot you want to be tickled and you are too nervous to tell us?”. George squeezed his eyes shut. “George, please? You can tell us! You have to!”.

Dream released his wrists and sat up, watching George cover his face with both hands and start to catch his breath. He was going to need some back up here. He slipped his phone out of his back pocket and opened Sapnap’s contact.

-•We’re in George’s room, need your help as soon as you get back•-

Dream lifted George’s shirt and scribbled gently against his bare stomach, smiling at the squeaky giggles and the way he jumped and batted at the tickling hands.

“Don’t worry Georgie. Me and Sap are gonna get it out of you.”. George only whined and shoved at his hands. Dream kept his tickles light, just biding his time for Sapnap to get home.

~•~

Luckily, the afternoon looked like it was going to be rainy and Sapnap was already hopping back into his car when he got Dream’s text. Not bothering to respond, he headed home with his music turned up, smiling about the idea of tickling George to pieces.

He made his way into the kitchen and hung his keys up. Somewhere, George was giggling. It sounded squeaky.

“Georgie! Is Dream getting you?”, he sung loudly, following the noise and finding George’s room. He opened the door to find the squirming boy a blushing and giggling mess under Dream’s big hands.

“Sapnap, we have a problem!”.

“Oh no! What’s the problem!”. They were being over the top and cheesy. George groaned and shoved at Dream’s hands again as Sapnap climbed up on the bed next to them.

“No we don’t! Get away! Sapnap, he’s torturing me!!”, he said through giggles. Dream tsked.

Sapnap settled near them and grabbed George’s hand.

“George wants to be tickled in a specific way, but he’s too nervous to tell us.”, Dream frowned. Sapnap looked actually troubled, frowning down at the squirmy boy. George tugged his arms down just enough to hide his face. Dream and Sapnap exchanged a look.

See, this was troubling. Dream and Sapnap genuinely wanted to know and knew George wasn’t going to say it.

“Really?”, Sapnap asked. George whined. “Hey, actually? Why don’t you just tell us. Then we can tickle you how you want.”. George waited a beat, then started to thrash wildly.

“Hey!”, Dream yelled. They both struggled to hold down the boy as he tried to actually get free. “Calm down!!”.

“George!!”.

“Let me go!! I hate you!”.

“Tickle him!”, Sapnap yelled. George screamed as four hands descended on his tummy and sides.

“No!”, he screeched and laughed hysterically. His hands flailed against the attacking ones. “I hate you!!”.

“We have to calm you down!”, Dream laughed, still tickling him. The two exchanged an amused look at how frantic George was now. Definitely, not calm.

Eventually, they lifted their hands away and the boy was left gasping for breath on the bed underneath them.

“Are you ready to listen?”.

“Yes, fuck.”. Dream and Sapnap looked at each other and then back at him.

“How do you want us to tickle you? If you tell us then we will. Any way you want, we promise.”. George’s mouth dropped open and his cheeks flushed darker. He refused to say a word. “Do you want to like, not say it? What if you show us?”.

“I hate you. Let me go.”. They both sighed.

“You should be able to do that. You do that all the time!”, Sapnap said. George looked like he would cry he was so frustrated.

“No I don’t!!!”. Dream’s eyebrows furrowed and he pushed back George’s hair.

“Hey, it’s okay! Georgie, c’mon.”.

“I don’t like being tickled.”, he whispered. Dream looked over at Sapnap a little helplessly. Sapnap shrugged, then grinned mischievously.

“Yeah, I know. You love it!”, Sapnap laughed, quickly dissolving any tension. All three of them burst into giggles and George reached over and shoved him.

“Shut up!”. Sapnap grabbed his sides, making him squeal.

They fell easily into the usual tickle shenanigans, dropping the topic for now.

~•~

Dream and Sapnap reconvened in private to discuss.

“I don’t think he’s going to be able to tell us.”.

“Why won’t he just show us? He sends us stuff all the time!”.

“I know. It’s like, he won’t do it directly. I hope we didn’t spook him. I feel bad.”.

“I know, I don’t like thinking he wants something and we haven’t done it.”

How would they get it out of him?

~•~

Attempt number two came the next day. Sapnap was hidden behind Dream’s open bedroom door with Dream perched on the edge of his bed. He summoned George with texts. It took a bit of convincing.

George finally appeared in the doorway.

“God, what do you want?”, he asked as he walked in. Sapnap slammed the door closed and George yelped, whipping around.

“You don’t have to call me god.”, Dream said amusedly. George backed away from Sapnap, giggling already.

“What are you guys doing?.

“Some experiments.”, Sapnap said as he crowded George back against the bed. Dream grabbed his waist as he got near and dragged the screaming boy onto the bed.

“No!!!”.

Quickly, they worked together to drag him up on the bed and locked his wrist into a cuff at the top right of the bed. George froze.

“What?”, he squeaked. The two only laughed.

“Sorry Georgie. It’s just, it’s hard to experiment on a squirmy subject.”. George whined and started to blush.

“You can’t do this.”. Dream scoffed, tugging his other wrist over and quickly locking it into place. George bucked and cried out in panic.

Excitement zipped through George’s spine and made him shudder. He had never been so helpless.

“Let me go!!”. Sapnap grabbed his ankle and started tugging off his sock. “No!! Hey, no!!”, George screeched. He didn’t pull it away though, seeming to wait until the sock was removed before starting up his bucking again. Dream laughed and grabbed his other ankle. Soon, both socks were flung across the room and George had both his ankles locked down into cuffs at the bottom corners of the bed.

Dream and Sapnap sat on their knees at either side of George, admiring their work. George was practically shaking in his mix of fear and excitement. Begging and pleading seemed to go out the window for now in his flustered state. He felt naked in his basketball shorts and thin t-shirt. Stretched into an X, he was helpless.

They waited for him to drop his safeword, but he didn’t. Dream clapped his hands together.

“Alright! We are going to tickle every single spot in every single way. And hopefully, that includes the way you’ve been craving! How does that sound?”. George gasped and choked on his spit, coughing and squirming.

“Get away from me!”, he cried. “No way!!”.

“Then, do you want to tell us so that we just do it?”.

“I don’t want anything!! You are idiots!!!”. They just ignored him and settled up higher on the bed.

“Ready?”.

“No!! Don’t!!!”, he cried. His cheeks were already burning brightly.

Dream and Sapnap trailed a gentle touch lightly down both of George’s arms and the boy erupted into giggles. They pinched at the muscles and drew a few cute little squeals from him. Tnen, they leaned down and nibbled at the space right above his underarms. George cried out and bucked, falling down into frantic squeaky laughter.

“Are you going to use your mouths?”, he squeaked out. Dream sat up with a giggle.

“Of course! Why, does the thing you want involve mouth tickles?”. Sapnap sat up with a smirk. George whined and shoved his face into his arm.

“No, I don’t want anything!!! Shut up!!”. The other two only laughed and continued their experimenting. A featherlight touch fell upon George’s ears and neck. He squealed and wiggled. He shook his head uselessly and the cuffs clanged loudly as he tried to pull out. “Quit!!!”. Sapnap sat up and Dream crowded closer, blowing a raspberry into the side of his neck. George squealed, falling into frantic laughter as Dream pulled away and Sapnap dove into the other side. George laughed hysterically as they repeated it over and over like a tickly game. In no time, he was in tears. He thrashed and laughed like a maniac as raspberry after raspberry was pressed into the sensitive skin of his neck. “Please!! No more!!!”, he cried.

“Awww he’s crying!!”, Dream coo’ed as they both sat up. George closed his eyes and gasped for air through his flustered giggles. “Very tickly, but I don’t think that was it!”.

“Me either! Let’s move on.”.

“Wait…”, George whined. But, the two didn’t care.

A hand found each of George’s open underarms and spidered gently against them. Death spot. George screeched and jolted at the soft touch. The tickling picked up. The two found the sensitive muscles at the bottom of his underarms and rubbed in ticklish little circles. George screamed and thrashed in his restraints, helpless to the tickling.

“Aww tickle tickle!! You like this spot huh?”, Sapnap coo’ed. George could only shriek his protest. When they focused in like this on his worst spot he was useless. He tilted his head back against the pillow and the hysterical laughter poured out of him freely. There wasn’t really any indication that this was the spot that he had been craving, but it was so fun to see George lose control over something so small. He was screaming with laughter and the two were barely moving.

“I hate you!!!”, he managed the words. They both laughed as they came to a stop.

“This is so fun Georgie!!”.

“And if you think it is too, you can just stay quiet and we’ll keep tickling the muffin out of you! That’s what you want huh?”.

“I want you to shut up!!”. They both gasped dramatically at the words.

“What?”, Dream asked and dug into his ribs roughly with both hands. George convulsed and cackled loudly, like it was ripped from his throat before he could even process it.

“Dream!!”, he screeched. Sapnap leaned in and found a space on the ribs so he could tickle as well. George screamed and thrashed. The two didn’t let up and soon the boy was just jolting in place as screaming laughter poured out of him. “Stop!!”. George desperately jerked his body off the bed and back down. “What the fuck!!!”. The other two laughed at his ticklish anguish.

“Are you going to lose the attitude?”, Dream asked.

“Please!”, he squeaked. The two backed off and George went limp on the bed, giggling hysterically. Sapnap coo’ed at George. He gasped for his breath weakly, fighting against giggles. “You guys are going to kill me before even getting to the thing!!”, he whined. They both gasped. ‘Oops.’.

“Oh, so you admit that there is a way you want to be tickled!!!”. George’s eyes went wide and he clammed up. “George!”. The boy squeezed his eyes shut and refused to meet their gazes. Sapnap wormed one finger in between two of George’s ticklish ribs as if to encourage him. High pitched giggles spilled from his lips.

“I can’t think!! Leave me alone!!!”.

“So whiny. Why don’t you just tell us what you want?”.

“Sapnap, get out!!”. George squealed as the tickling became too maddening. How would he survive this? They started at the top! Sapnap snorted.

“I’m barely even touching you!”. George’s giggles only grew more frantic and he shook from the electricity jolting him from the inside out.

“Are you serious?”.

“Georgie if you don’t toughen up you aren’t going to survive!!”.

“You guys suck so much!!”.

Sapnap slowed his finger wiggling and the two giggled as George dramatically went limp.

“Ready?”, Sapnap asked Dream as he hovered his own hand over George’s small chest.

“No!”, he yelled, then burst out laughing as two hands grabbed his chest and tickled him. He wasn’t used to being targeted there and shrieked in protest.

“I wasn’t talking to you, silly.”, Sapnap grinned.

“This is a good spot, huh?”, Dream coo’ed as he watched George jump and laugh, trying to shake the tickly hands.

“The goobies!”, Sapnap yelled. All three of them laughed harder.

“Ticklish goobs!”.

“Shut up!!!”, George screeched.

The devious hands crawled down, lifted up his shirt, and started playing with the bones of his ticklish ribcage. George’s head dropped back into the pillow and he wailed with laughter.

“You already…stop!!!!”, George struggled through his laughter. A loud yelp sounded as the hands were suddenly replaced by teeth. His entire body lifted off the bed and squirmed wildly as Dream and Sapnap nibbled across his ribs. George screamed with laughter. “Fuck off!!!”. The two tickle monsters just nibbled away as the ticklish boy thrashed helplessly. “I’m dying!”, he cried. “Mercy!!!”.

Dream sat up and laughed, using both hands to rapidfire poke up his side and ribcage.

“You are literally fine.”. George could only shake his head, completely hysterical. With Dream’s evil fingers and Sapnap still nibbling away at his ribs, he was sure he would die.

“Please!”, he squeaked out. They both lifted up, but left their hands hovered over his squirmy body. George gasped greedily for air, but couldn’t stop giggling. It was developing a cute rasp to it. Dream and Sapnap smiled at each other over him. Still no safeword.

Sapnap dropped both of his hands down to the jumpy bare tummy beneath his fingers and tickled fast, startling George. A shriek tore from his throat and he dropped his head back, cackling loudly.

“Are we getting close Georgie?”. Dream grabbed a hold of the bucking hip and wormed his finger into the boy’s bellybutton. George hiccuped and squealed. An adorable stream of bubbly laughter escaped him as he squirmed under the tummy tickle torture.

“Such a cutie. Does that tickle cutie? Right here?”, Dream asked with a fond smile. George could only cry out in ticklish anguish. His dark red cheeks had tears smeared across them and his hair was starting to stick to his forehead with sweat.

“Are you excited for some raspberries?”, Sapnap sang. George screamed and shook his head ‘no’. They both laughed.

“He sure sounds excited!”.

Dream and Sapnap made eye contact, then swiftly pulled their hands off and ducked down together. A devastating raspberry was blown into both of George’s sides at the same time. All of George’s noises cut out. He squeezed his eyes shut and thrashed wildly. His little chest heaved with the laughter his vocal cords couldn’t keep up with. It was quite a sight. His entire body convulsed, but he couldn’t catch enough air to scream. Mercilessly, Dream and Sapnap just moved inwards and delivered another matching pair of raspberries onto George’s belly. A shaky wheeze flew out of him, but he mostly just gasped for air.

See, they had a suspicion that what the ticklish boy was craving was either nibbles or raspberries on his sensitive upper body. Mouth tickles somewhere, they were sure. Dream leaned in more and smooched loudly against George’s bellybutton, then wiggled his tongue inside. George screeched and bucked his hips, shaking his head ‘no’ as he finally released his wild laughter. Sapnap peppered ticklish little kissies up his side to his ribs. George was inconsolable with laughter. Tears ran freely down his red cheeks and he found himself unable to protest in the embarrassing torment. It was, in fact, not the specific way he craved to be tickled. But, fuck did it tickle. His entire body shook and thrashed under the affectionate tickles.

“Please…”; he managed to squeak out. The two pulled off, giggling and wiping their mouths.

“That wasn’t it?”, Sapnap asked. George hiccuped loudly through his frantic giggling. His entire body was buzzing from the strange attack.

“You’re going to fucking kill me.”, he whined. He sounded defeated.

Which is funny, considering he could end the torture by either admitting his secret or safewording. Neither left his lips. So, the torture continued.

“Is it gay now if I put my tongue in there too? It’s like, kind of a kiss since you just did it.”, Sapnap joked and he leaned teasingly closer to the quivering tummy.

“It is!! Don’t do it!!!”, George cried. “Get away!!”. He whined in fear. Now that he knew what was coming, it was terrifying. He squealed loudly as Sapnap shoved his tongue into his little bellybutton. “Noo!!”, he wailed. Suddenly, there was more nibbling against his ribs from Dream and George was cackling again. Helpless and under attack, he could only laugh and squirm. He tugged roughly at the cuffs securing him in place, but it was no use.

Sapnap lifted off with a giggle.

“George, tell me you’re ticklish.”, he prompted with a smirk.

“No!!”, the boy cried. He squealed as Dream teased his teeth against a particularly sensitive rib. Sapnap smirked and dove back in, wiggling his tongue into the ticklish bellybutton. George screeched. “Get out!! Sapnap!!!”. He quickly fell back into hysterics and uselessly squirmed his hips in Sapnap’s firm hold. “Please!! Okay!!! I’m ticklish!!!”.

“Yes you are!”, Sapnap murmured happily into the bellybutton and slurped his tongue loudly against it. George let out a tortured cry, laughing harder.

“No more!!! Fuck!!!”.

Eventually, Dream sat up and giggled, nudging Sapnap to sit up as well. They both smiled fondly as they watched George giggle himself silly.

“It tickles…”, he whined. His skin was buzzing from all the tickling.

“Ghost tickles?”; Dream asked, amused. He crawled a hand across the jumpy tummy just to make it worse.

“Did we miss anything up here Georgie?”, Sapnap asked. George just shook his head ‘no’, lost in his giggles. “Great! Let’s move on!”. He grabbed his narrow hips and drove his thumbs in fast, startling a scream from George.

“No!!!”. George bucked and collapsed back into hysterical laughter. It was breathless and frantic. “Please!! Don’t!!!”, he cried.

Dream knocked Sapnap’s hands away and replaced them with his own, roughly tickling at the squirmy hips. George screamed again, dropping his head back to let loose his desperate raspy laughter. Dream’s hands were much bigger and stronger. “I hate you!! I hate youuu!!”, he wailed. The other two laughed.

“Tickle tickle tickle!!”, Sapnap sang. George screeched in protest, lifting off the bed and thrashing when dropping back down.

“This is a great spot! Is this what you wanted? Huh, giggly gogy?”, Dream smirked as he slipped in George’s secret Twitter handle. All the boy could do was shake his head ‘no’ as his red cheeks only got more wet from his tears.

“Poor little giggly gogy four oh four. Does it tickle too much?”, Sapnap coo’ed, crawling up and wiping George’s face. “Or can you take more?”.

“I can’t!”, he squeaked out.

But, the Tickle Monstere moved on and grabbed his thighs anyway. A wheeze racked his body before he rasped out a noise of protest. The persistent grabbing and squeezing at his ticklish thighs only drove him crazier and crazier though. In no time, he was convulsing against the bed and laughing hysterically.

“Mercy!!!”, he tried again.

“Oh is it your little chicken legs? You wanted us to tickle them?”, Sapnap coo’ed.

“Shut up!!!”, George screeched. His thighs were quivering under the touch, but he was too restrained to get away. They focused on massaging roughly into the muscles above his knees. Surely, he would die. “No more!! No more!!!!”.

Holy shit, how was he going to survive this? With each passing day, the other two would show him less and less mercy as they got more comfortable with tickle torturing him. Neither of them flinched at his cries of ticklish anguish. They were starting to get terrifyingly good at picking him apart.

There was no way he was going to be able to ask for what he wanted. Could he even admit it when they actually get to it? What if they don’t actually do it…

George’s little heart stuttered at the reality of the situation. Either they would find it out or they wouldn’t. They already knew he wanted something, so why couldn’t he just spit out what it was?

A squeaky rush of giggles burst out of him as sneaky fingers teased behind his knees.

“Get out!”, he peeped at an embarrassingly high pitch. The other two giggled. “Don’t!!”. His knees flexed and spasmed uselessly as they spidered into the open pits of both. It was usually a hard spot for them to get when he was squirming wildly, but now it was wide open for the torture. It was a shocking type of tickle. Sharp jolts of ticklish energy shooting through his legs had him bucking helplessly. The crazed giggles pouring from his lips was overly cute, littered with embarrassing yips and squeaks.

George’s mind was swirling with that pleasant dizziness he craved. As horrible as the torture was, it was cleansing. His head rattled with vague thoughts of ‘tickle’ and not much else.

The fingers left his twitching skin, leaving him shaking with raspy giggles. It was kind of nice to not have to put thought into where his limbs were flailing, restrained like this. George ran into that mind block he always did. An internal discovery with nowhere to put it. Without meaning too, he huffed his frustration out into the air.

A featherlight touch teased his ankles and made him jerk against the cuffs.

“Is it something with your feet, Georgie?”Sapnap asked softly. The two had climbed off the bed and were both posted at a foot. George just whined at the words, still tittering.

“C’mon, giggle bug.”, Dream teased his fingertips up the small pale foot. George squealed and flopped against the bed.

“Don’t!”, he cried. Sapnap grabbed the foot and shoved his fingers between a few of the toes, dragging a screech from the ticklish boy.

A zing of excitement shot through his spine. They were so close. Was he really going to get what he wanted?

It had been some dumb throwaway tease Sapnap had yelled during the filming of a Minecraft video. The idea had wormed into brain and he hadn’t been able to shake it since. It’s been weeks now. They had gotten close before, but only enough to make him more curious and desperate. God…how embarrassing. But, if it didn’t happen tonight he was sure he would break down and beg them.

While he was sure he hadn’t acted any differently, he felt Dream’s sharp knowing gaze on him anyway.

“Toes?”, Dream dragged the word out carefully as he started to play and wiggle with them. Sapnap grinned wolfishly and followed suit. George’s giggles kicked up into a panicked cackle. His feet buzzed with oversensitivity and he had to close his eyes. “Ohhh it’s toes for sure huh? What do you want us to do to them?”.

“What?!”, he shrieked, snapping his eyes back open in horror.

“Cute little toesies…”, Sapnap coo’ed and leaned a little closer to the squirmy foot in his hands. George screamed loudly at the slight movement. Sapnap froze. Dream scoffed in amusement.

“Something spook you there, Georgie?”, he purred.

Suddenly, Dream jerked his body down and hovered his face teasingly close to the foot in his possession. George burst into laughter.

“No!! Please no! Fuck! Nonono!!!”. He laughed uncontrollably. But, neither boy was tickling him.

Dream chuckled darkly. Sapnap smirked wickedly. George was caught.

Both feet were trapped further in tight grips as Dream and Sapnap fell to their knees.

“No!”, George screamed. Finally…his toes were attacked with quick playful nibbles. They tensed and wiggled at the ticklish bites. A flustered cry flew from George’s lips before he fell silent, convulsing wildly. ‘Fuck, that tickles.’. Fireworks burst behind his eyes at the shocking sensation. It was cruel; the nibbles. Some voice deep inside him wondered how he could crave such a thing. The colorful sparks from the blinding light show showered down into his chest and his lungs gasped back to life. He threw his head back and desperate sounding cackles burst from him. It was a new laugh. Two sets of curious eyes watched him as they nibbled away at his ticklish toes. It was worse than he had imagined. The embarrassment was making everything feel more intense and the ticklish sensation was brutal. George squirmed helplessly against the bed and wailed with laughter, dangerously close to his limit. Tears wet his heated cheeks. A scream ripped from his throat and he tugged at his ankle cuffs roughly. His loud cackling laughter bounced up and down all the octaves as he simply lost his mind to the tickling.

As always, the two just kept at it despite the level of ticklish anguish the boy seemed in. He knew how to get them to stop. They were biting carefully against the sensitive pads and stems. Accidentally in sync, they both targeted his pinkie toes and George nearly broke the bed with how hard he thrashed.

“Skeppy!!!”, he cried.

~•~

It was his longest recovery time to date. Nearly five minutes after Dream and Sapnap had unlocked his cuffs and crushed him into a snuggle sandwich, George was still twitchy and giggly. While very cute and amusing, the other two were struggling to figure out how to calm him down.

Dream turned him into his chest and slid his big fingers through his sweaty hair, shushing him gently. Sapnap rubbed his back, but the initial touch made the boy squeak.

“Oh Georgie…did you push yourself too much?”, Sapnap asked softly.

“Did I?!”, he barked out a squeaky laugh. “You two are the ones who…did that!”. The sass earned him a quick taser to both his sides, sending him into a fit of giggles.

“You know what I mean, idiot.”, Sapnap shook his head fondly.

It wasn’t long before they figured out George wasn’t haunted with ghost tickles, but was just bubbling with giddy excitement. It was terribly endearing to see him broken down enough to lose the ability to hide his feelings.

“That tickled so bad…”, he mumbled into Dream’s chest. Dream grinned at Sapnap.

“What, your toe nibbles?”. George whined and giggled.

“Mmm your toes were quite tasty George.”, Sapnap teased. George squeaked at the words and nuzzled into Dream’s chest as if trying to burrow in.

“Yeah, I’m going to need seconds.”, Dream smirked. George cried out and smacked at his chest lightly.

“No way!!”, he spoke through a flurry of flustered giggles. “That was so bad!! It was crazy!!”.

Dream and Sapnap shared a surprised look. George usually had a really hard time actually speaking about tickling.

“Yeah?”, Dream tried carefully.

“I thought I was going to die!”, he whined.

Sapnap walked his fingers up and down the squirmy boy’s back, just keeping him giggling.

“Didn’t I threaten to eat your toes while we were playing Minecraft a few weeks ago? Like, when I was digging up to you?”, Sapnap asked slowly, realizing. George only whimpered. Dream sputtered and laughed.

“Sapnap this is your fault!!”.

“Shut up!”, George rolled on his back and slapped a hand over both of their mouths.

That only left him open for quick hands to squeeze at his sensitive sides and leave him squealing for mercy again.

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lee-gets-ler-gives366 · 2 years ago

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The Inverted Tickle Trap

I’m finally back with a full fic AAAAAA It’s still just a little short but I’m happy with it. Sorry if I’m a little rusty, it’s been a while! Hope you all enjoy, drabble requests are still open after this :)

Summary: Dream gets himself stuck upside down in his own trap. George and Sapnap find this quite entertaining.

Words: 1k

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Dream swung himself by his legs, his sword merely grazing his fingertips as it taunted him on the ground below. He was embarrassed, and even more so irritated at his negligence at setting up this trap, especially since he managed to get himself stuck in it. What was originally meant for George and Sapnap during training was now wrapped tightly around his ankle and dangling him mere feet from the ground.

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lee-gets-ler-gives366 · 2 years ago

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Now Admit It (Dream x GeorgeNotFound x Sapnap)

Word count: 3746

Warning: Very intense tickles!!! There’s the tiniest bit of angst. Mouth tickles.

(This series is called Glass House! Next part: Now They Know)

Dream and Sapnap were still learning all the adorable layers there were to George's secret. One that was still very confusing was the length at which George was comfortable speaking about it directly. It seemed to shift with his mood, and never was really even that much. The words 'I love being tickled.' or 'I want to be tickled.' actually haven't left the boy's mouth at all. Instead, he would find other ways to express he wanted to be tickled. Some sweet, but mostly just George being a brat.

The two's current favorite way that George would say he wanted to be tickled was when he shared whatever tickle content he was looking at. It was a lot more peaceful than him just antagonizing them and they also got to see some cool fan content they normally wouldn't. This was always done from a distance though. Dream or Sapnap would receive a message with some adorable art or fanfiction of George being tickled and would have to hunt him down through the house to find the flustered mess of a boy waiting and ready to run.

Today, George must have been feeling bolder. The plan has clearly been set in advance; tempting the other two into Dream's bed by being as sweet and cute as possible. The lazy cuddle session has lasted about an hour before George seemingly kicked his plan into action.

George had one hand interlocked with Dream's while he relaxed his head on Sapnap's warm chest. He scrolled through Instagram on his phone with his free hand in clear view for Sapnap. He swiped over to Twitter and the image already pulled up was an intense tickle scene. Sapnap only saw a flash of red-flushed cheeks and their signature colors before George locked the screen and rolled away, right into Dream's chest. Dream coo'ed happily, unaware.

Sapnap huffed and sat up, eyeing down the mischievous boy.

"You're not slick George, let me see that again.", Sapnap nudged him. Dream opened his eyes and blinked into the dim light of the room.

"What's going on?", he asked, playing softly with George's hair and holding his protectively. Sapnap shook his head, amused. He wormed his hand between the two, searching for the phone. Dream and George both burst into giggles at the intrusive hand.

"Hey!". Dream shoved George away like a tickling offer for Sapnap. "Him, not me! What's going on?".

"He had tickle art on his phone! I want to see it!".

"No way!", George held his phone to his chest with both hands. He was on his back between the two and struggling to not smile. His mouth flicked between a scowl and a little grin as a blush started to overtake him. Dream laughed and shook his head at the adorable sight.

Quickly, he sat up like Sapnap and loomed over the excited boy.

"Ohhh you better hand over that phone right now Georgie.", he slipped into a sing-song. Sapnap smirked, leaning over him as well. George squeaked and tried to roll over, but Dream caught his shoulder and pressed it back down so he was flat on his back.

Very adorably, and with a surprising lack of fight, George dropped the phone on his chest and covered his face with both hands. Dream and Sapnap exchanged a knowing look.

'Wow.', Sapnap mouthed.

'He's so bad right now.', Dream mouthed back. An even more silent conversation passed between them as Sapnap's face lit up in excitement first, then in questioning. Dream nodded. The plan was in place.

Sapnap grabbed the phone and unlocked it. With Dream's big hand on George's chest to hold him down, they both looked at the art.

It was their characters. Dream with a green hoodie and his smile mask clipped to his belt. Sapnap had his flame shirt and a white bandana. George was a lot more disheveled than the other two, but was recognizable. His light blue shirt had ridden up and the clout goggles on his head knocked out of place. Dream had one hand holding both his wrists down above his head and was sitting on his knees next to him. The smile on his face was fond. He looked love-struck...which was pretty common with Dream Team fanart. Sapnap was straddling George's waist with a devious grin.

The tickling looked brutal. Sapnap had a hand behind him latched to George's thigh while his other leg was kicking out into the air. Sapnap's other hand was clawed and tickling into the poor boy's side. Dream's large hands had black fingerless gloves and his free one was digging meanly into the side of George's ribcage.

The George in the art looked beyond gone. His face was twisted into a scream and his cheeks and nose were beet-red. His eyes were squeezed shut and his hair was ruffled.

The two took in the art for long enough that George started to squirm in anticipation. Sapnap let out a low whistle.

"Damn, George.", he laughed. Dream grinned and collected up the boys’s wrists and started pulling him into the position. Sapnap quickly followed suit, straddling George's waist.

The fight George put up was so weak and fake, the other two couldn't help but scoff and giggle at it.

"No! Guys!", George whimpered, shoving his blushing face into his arm.

Then, the room was quiet.

George peeked out to find the other two smirking at him. He hid again.

"Is this it Georgie? Is this the position?", Sapnap purred. He squirmed at the words.

But, neither were tickling him. George let his head fall back against the pillow and furrowed his eyebrows at the two.

"What are you doing?", he asked softly. He tugged lightly on the hold Dream had on his wrists.

"Tickling you.", Sapnap said plainly and jerked his hands towards George's tummy...but didn't actually touch him. George burst into giggles anyway.

"Don't!!", he cried, shoving his face back in his arm.

The bed shook lightly with his little squirms and giggles, but they slowly calmed as he peeked out again. His cheeks were red now.

"You're teasing me.", he whimpered.

"Do you want us to tickle you?", Dream tilted his head.

"No.", George responded quickly. Sapnap laughed softly.

"Just looking at art of you being tickled by us because...", Sapnap trailed off expectantly. George's blush flushed darker and he whined, shoving his face right back into his arm. The other two coo'ed.

Okay, so Dream and Sapnap had been discussing ways to get George to admit out loud that he enjoyed being tickled since it all came out the other day. This little stunt George pulled was so blatant that they were hoping he was desperate enough to actually do it. But, god was George stubborn.

"Shut. Up.", he growled. The poor thing looked flustered beyond belief. Clearly, he saw this going a much different direction.

"Actually, if you want something you should just ask nicely.", Dream smiled. George looked at him in utter disbelief. The level of shock on his face was comical.

"C'mon Georgie. Since when do you have trouble telling Dream when you want something?". George let out a long high pitched whine and squeezed his eyes shut again.

"This might be harder than we thought.".

Dream and Sapnap exchanged looks over the flustered boy. Luckily, they could still see a hint of a smile on his face from where it was visible. They could tell George was enjoying himself. The issue was that he would apparently never admit it.

Sapnap started squeezing George's sides and he squealed, squirming wildly under them. The two smiled as he burst into loud laughter. He seemed electrified by the touch.

"You're a dick!!", he cried. His legs kicked up the blankets behind Sapnap.

"Oh, is it worse now?", Dream teased. George could only shake his head through his cackling.

Dream tased his fingers a few times into the Brit's ribcage until he was screeching and thrashing. The two tickle monsters exchanged a look and nodded, evidentially deciding to drop the plan to force the boy to admit his true feelings about being tickled.

Sapnap put his hand back and grabbed a hold of George's thigh, and suddenly they were recreating the tickle art. George screamed and fell into hysterical laughter easily, squirming and bucking under the ticklish hands. Now, he fought back. Desperately tugging against Dream's hold and failing.

"Stop!!!", he squeaked out. The laughter was overwhelming his ability to speak and he mostly just gave in. Dream and Sapnap watched fondly as the ticklish boy fell into pieces under them.

"Want me to get your death spot?", Dream asked teasingly, crawling his hand up a little higher on his ribcage. George shrieked and shook his head 'no'. "Uh oh I'm getting closer!".

"George he's gonna getcha!". George threw his head back into the pillow and wailed with laughter. The teases shooting through him just as shocking and jolting as the tickles themselves.

"No!!", he cried.

Dream spidered his hand fast up into the waiting underarm and tickled him through the thin t-shirt. George fell into silence and convulsed at the overwhelming sensation. Sapnap smirked evilly and jerked his own hand up into the other unsuspecting underarm before George could even adjust to the original attack enough to laugh. The two watched in amusement as a shuddering wheeze wracked George's body before he let out a piercing scream. Sapnap's other hand just gripped his side to help hold him in place as the ticklish boy completely lost his mind. Loud and panicked cackles tore out of George as he struggled underneath them.

"Please!", he begged. "Fuck, guys c'mon!!". The desperate gasping between each round of laughter was squeaky and adorable. Tears streaked down his beet-red cheeks. The blankets became a twisted mess behind Sapnap as George kicked through them and braced against the bed in an attempt to buck him off.

"Does it tickle?", Sapnap asked, sing-song.

George's shoulders were shaking with the force he was using to try and tug free from Dream's pin. He was just so...helpless. A tingle of excitement shot up his spine at the realization, forcing him to tilt his head back into the pillow suddenly as the laughter just kept pouring out. The other two were insatiable for his laughter and weren't giving him a moment to collect himself or breathe. His head spun in the most pleasant way. No thoughts could stick in his brain. Instead, he was forced to give himself over to the demanding feeling of being tickled.

The torturous hands finally abandoned his underarms, but they didn't seem to be anywhere near done. Past begging, George let the squealing and laughter take over him entirely.

Dream and Sapnap played with the ticklish bones of his ribcage together. The combination of the large and small fingers working between each and every rib sent George into a frenzy.

"Watch this.", Dream said as he shook an entire clawed hand into the side of the ribs. George screamed.

"Tsk. Watch this.", Sapnap said as he used both hands to rapid fire poke along the other side of the ribs. George squealed and barked out a sharp laugh.

"I'm dying!", he wailed. His laughter shot up multiple octaves as Dream and Sapnap smirked and combined their techniques. "Fuck!!", he screamed.

The hands left him after a few more seconds and he whined through giggly gasps. He opened his eyes to see what Dream and Sapnap were up to when he felt his shirt moving. Horrifyingly, they were tugging his shirt up above his ribcage. Sapnap caught his eye and smirked.

"Hungry for ribs.", he explained. George squeaked.

"No! Sapnap, please!". Sapnap scooted down and brushed his evil lips in the middle of the trembling ribcage. George squirmed as he desperately tried to catch his breath while he could.

"Left side or right side?".

"Neither!".

"Left side.". A smirk was pressed into the middle before Sapnap started drifting down to the left side.

"You can't do this!!", George begged. Dream and Sapnap watched in awe as a twitchy grin overtook George's face before he bit his lip and dropped his head back, whining in frustration. Silently, they looked at each other and thanked the universe for making George so bad at hiding his giddy feelings. Otherwise, they might feel a little bad for wrecking him.

A tortured shriek flew from George's lips as Sapnap finally started nibbling along the bottom of his ribcage. He collapsed into a frantic laughter. It was a satisfying noise. It bubbled out of him quickly as the nibbles traveled steadily up his ribcage. Dream coo'ed softly, watching George's face. His body jerked left and right against his will, clearly just making things worse as he grimaced every time it forced the ticklish teeth against him more. Sapnap growled playfully as he continued nibbling, closing his eyes and getting into it. George shivered at the sound and fell into cackles.

"Stop it!!". Dream laughed and shook his head fondly. He wormed a finger between George's neck and shoulder and relished in the squeal.

Sapnap sat up and licked his lips, smacking them obnoxiously.

"Appetizer was delicious.". George squeaked at the implication, immediately falling into panicked giggles.

"No! Sapnap please! No more nibbles!". The giggles were breathy as he squirmed. Sapnap opened his mouth wide and faked like he was about to start in on his bare tummy. George shrieked in terror. Dream and Sapnap laughed.

"What are you gonna do Gogy? Huh? Laugh some more? You're not going anywhere.", Dream spoke as he pushed the sweaty hair off his forehead for him. George's giggles were near hysterical at just the threat of Sapnap's mouth on his tummy. Dream couldn't help the soft tone of his voice anymore at just how precious George was like this. "Here, I'll wipe your dumb little tears.". George stilled so Dream could follow through, still giggling uncontrollably.

"You two are the worst.", he muttered weakly, clearly flustered.

Sapnap rolled his eyes at the little love-fest and dropped down, delivering a wet and loud raspberry to the left of George's bellybutton. George yelped before falling back into gasping laughter. His tummy flinched and jumped helplessly. Sapnap grabbed his hips and blew a raspberry directly into his bellybutton.

"Sapnap!!!", he wailed.

"Yeah?", Sapnap murmured into the ticklish bellybutton nibbling at the edges of it. George squealed. His legs kicked at the bed in frustration and desperate laughter took him over again. Horribly ticklish shocks wracked his body as Sapnap teased his bellybutton with his teeth. Dream whistled lowly next to him at the brutally.

A warm and wet tongue wormed it's way into his bellybutton and George screamed in horror.

"Idiot!!!", he cried. "Get out of there!!". His voice was high pitched and panicked. Sapnap sat up with a smirk. Dream dropped his forehead down into George's forearms and wheezed painfully loud next to his ear.

"Sapnap...you're so weird!!", he laughed. George squirmed and whined.

"It tickled! I was tickling him!", Sapnap cried over-defensively, clearly just proud of himself. Dream laughed harder, shaking his head as he sat back up.

"Well, it worked.". They both looked at George, who couldn't stop giggling for the life of him. He was trying to hide his face in his arm again.

Dream wiggled in place and took in the entire scene again.

"Ready to switch?", he asked Sapnap. George gasped sharply.

"What!?".

"What?".

The two laughed as they easily held the squirmy boy down as they switched positions. Now, Sapnap was above George holding his arms down to the bed straight up with his knees between them and Dream was straddling his waist.

"You doing good, pretty boy?", Dream asked with a poke to the bare tummy in front of him. George squealed and tried to buck his hips.

"No!", he cried. Dream grinned wolfishly.

They had discovered pretty quickly that George only got more and more sensitive as they tickled him. Even George hadn't know. Now, he relished in it.

Dream dragged a featherlight touch along his sides and he shrieked at the electricity he felt sparking from Dream's fingertips. Normally, a touch so light might be annoying and giggle inducing, but now he was lit up like a live wire.

"Really?", Sapnap teased softly above him.

It was satisfying how George fell apart. Happy-sounding laughter bubbled out of him at the light pinches and squeezes at his hypersensitive sides. A pinch at his hips forced a squeal out.

Big hands crawled slowly around his squirmy upper body, stopping to squeeze and tickle suddenly wherever they saw fit. George was hysterical.

“So ticklish.”, Dream coo’ed. George whined through his laughter.

Dream suddenly gasped.

"Are we neglecting your ticklish thighs?", he asked.

"Nonono!".

"We totally are!". Dream and Sapnap grinned at each other. Dream reached back with both hands and grabbed both of George's flying legs. He got a ticklish hold of both and massaged into them. George screamed at the initial touch, then collapsed into hysterical laughter. He squeezed his eyes shut and let the feeling take him over.

The legs twitched in Dream's grip, but not nearly enough to shake him. George spasmed against his own will. His head was titled back as the laughter forced it's way out of him.

Dream and Sapnap could tell he was probably nearing his limit before the safeword came, but they trusted George. They met eyes over the ticklish boy and smirked as Dream continued the merciless tickling. George’s laughter clipped as he tried to stay strong for a little bit longer.

"Skeppy!", George croaked. As soon as the word passed his lips, the tickles stopped. In a whirlwind, he was moved. George blinked his eyes open and could barely tell what was happening in his tickled-out haze. He found himself cuddled between Dream and Sapnap, warm and safe. His body was buzzing. He didn't know it, but there was a dumb smile plastered on his face. ‘Skeppy’ was the last word uttered from the ticklish boy for the night. He was nothing but a rag doll between the two he trusted and loved most. His eyes slipped closed and he faded away into a satisfied sleep. His brain vibrated with the events of the night, but there wasn't room inside now for any worry or insecurity.

~•~

Something interesting happened the next day.

Dream and Sapnap woke to the sound of blending and a lack of George in the bed. They sleepily entered the kitchen and a smoothie was pressed into both of their hands.

"Strawberry banana.", George said as he pointed at Sapnap. "Strawberry mango.", he pointed to Dream. It was a little alarming, actually.

Dream and Sapnap sat at the counter and enjoyed their smoothies as they watched George buzz around the kitchen. 'Wait...'.

"Did you clean? And you did those dishes?", Dream asked incredulously. George nodded as he put away a plate. He left to his room, leaving the other two stunned.

"What is going on?", Sapnap whispered. Dream looked thoughtfully after George, then back at Sapnap.

"I don't know...let's just enjoy it while it lasts.".

George's strange behavior didn't stop there. A few hours later, Dream was editing in his room when George knocked. Knocked.

"Come in Sapnap.", he called. A familiar cackle sounded behind him and he whipped around in his chair. "George?". The boy was grinning back at him.

"You thought I was stinknap.", he said amusedly.

"Well you uh...nevermind. What's up?", Dream dropped it quickly. He knew if he called attention to it he would risk influencing George's behavior in the worst way.

"I was editing and got hungry, so I figured you probably were too.", he held up a bag of chips.

"You're editing? And you brought me food?", Dream asked, unable to hold back the shock in his tone. George smiled, but there was a hint of blush crawling across his cheeks. 'Shit.', Dream thought. He really didn't want to embarrass George and make him lash out. "Sorry! Of course you are! Really excited about the new video, right?". George grinned and nodded quickly, grateful for the out. Dream couldn't even remember what video was next on George's roster, but he was starting to pick up on what was going on.

They spent awhile in his room eating chips together. Dream showed George a bit of his video and he laughed, pointing out things he liked. Dream tried his best to not startle at every compliment and light touch George gave him. When George used a napkin for his cheese-covered fingers instead of wiping them on Dream or slurping them into his mouth, he had to resist praising him. George eventually left him alone and he stared at the closed door behind him. It was the only time he could remember George not leaving it wide open just to annoy him.

Dream finished up editing soon enough and ventured back out into the house. He didn't get far before stumbling into a startled Sapnap.

"There's something wrong with George.", he informed him, staring up with big eyes. Dream laughed.

"Nono, I get it. Come here.". He pulled Sapnap into the confines of his room and explained his sweet theory.

It really made sense though. George always had trouble expressing his feelings. It was like how he had only muttered the words 'I love you.' a small handful of times to either Dream or Sapnap, but had moved over an entire ocean to spend his life with them. How he never quite said it, but showed it in every way. Last night they had pushed him to tell them he loved being tickled, but he couldn't. Now, he was trying to show them how thankful he was for indulging him anyway.

It was all so horribly endearing that Sapnap had to calm Dream down before they went back out to find George and find something fun to do for the rest of the night. They stayed quiet about their knowledge and let George shower them in kindness and affection.

Maybe one day they could get George to open up and say the words. Maybe it didn't really matter. They all relished in knowing each other so well. In and out. A thousand things went unsaid everyday as they moved around each other and predicted each other's moves. This was just another thing.

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lee-gets-ler-gives366 · 2 years ago

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I love irondad and all but this was adorable❤❤❤❤great job!

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.

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Never Let 'Em Know Your Next Move

Panda's Notes: Hobie is the most Switch Spider there is. I don't take notes; I don't debate; I have decided. >w< Feel free to send all thanks/blame to @rosileeduckie for the ending, which was inspired by the very lovely art they made. >w< Special thanx also to @ssnicker-doodless for helping with beta reading.

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Gwen peered over the back of the long couch, resting her chin on her arms as she pouted a bit. Hobie was snoring faintly, one arm flopped across his face as he slept. It was just after ten o’clock, and, frankly, Gwen was getting a little impatient.

She slipped quietly around the couch, and, being as careful as possible, she lifted his head and climbed onto the couch, setting his head down on her crossed legs. He huffed softly, shifting slightly in his sleep and yawning.

Gwen smiled slightly, poking gently at his nose a few times to watch his face scrunch up before leaning over to wiggle her fingers against his ribcage.

Hobie huffed again and squirmed, a smile sneaking across his face as steady chuckles rolled out of him. Gwen snickered to herself, letting her hands crawl over his stomach and out to his sides. He started to laugh softly, rough bass-sounding giggles shaking his body as he started to move. His hands stretched out into the air before he pressed his palms against the arm of the couch on either side of Gwen’s body. He yawned softly before one of his eyes opened groggily.

“Oi, Gwenny…” He grumbled, glancing curiously at her hands for a moment.

“Geez, I thought you’d never wake up.” She chuckled, starting to tickle him a bit more earnestly. She was shocked when he didn’t yell or push himself away from her. Instead, he let himself laugh, his voice tangled up in those giggles as her nails scribbled against his midriff.

“You’re not moving much, are you, tough guy?” She teased, sneakily tugging his shirt up a little. “You got a giggle bug in there or something?”

“You’re not funny—Gwen!” He barked out a louder laugh when she scribbled around his navel, one of his legs kicking at the other end of the couch.

“Yeah, that's my name; you need something?” She taunted, poking quickly up his torso and resting her hands on his elbows. She walked her fingers along his sleeves toward his armpits, grinning brighter at the way he shivered while keeping his hands in place. “Yeah…I’m starting to think that gigglebug is just you~”

Hobie snickered, smirking as he narrowed his eyes up at her. “Call me that again; see what ha—Ack!” He cried out as her fingers dug and scribbled into his armpits, his fingers curling slightly against the couch as he burst into cackles.

“Call you what, Hobie~? A cute, ticklish, wittle Giggleb—Ah! Wait, wait, wait!”

Like a trap snapping shut, Hobie’s hands suddenly attached themselves to Gwen’s sides, his thumbs pressing around her flanks while his long fingers wiggled over her sides toward her back. “What’s the matter, Gwenny? Always trying to start stuff you can’t finish with me, aren’t ya?” The smirk on his face shifted to a more genuine grin as he shoved his hands up into her armpits, chuckling as she squealed and tried to lean away from him. He let her go as she leaned back, dropping his hands to sneak scribbles at the soles of her feet and snickering as she nearly kicked him.

“That’s for stealing my Chucks, by the way.” He chuckled. “If you ain’t wearin’ ‘em, you ain’t safe.”

Gwen rolled her eyes and giggled, starting to pull her legs back when Hobie’s hands returned to their position on the arm of the couch.

“Ah, no, sorry, love; you’re not leaving yet.” He shrugged, smirking up at her.

“Aw, what?” She asked with a fake pout, returning her own hands to gently tickling along his arms. “Your gigglebug still hungry or something?”

Hobie somehow seemed to stifle an emotional response to that one, despite the giggles shaking him. “Oi, tell me: What’d I tell you about waking me up in the morning when I let you crash here?”

Gwen’s hands went still. Hobie kept laughing. She tried to scramble away from him, but he grabbed onto the jacket she was wearing as he sat up, dragging her into his lap and digging his hands back into her waist.

“The rule is NOT TO WAKE ME UP!” He barked over her laughter, grinning a bit deviously as he watched her flail.

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“Hey, little man.” Hobie called, lightly tugging Miles’ headphones.

He had perched himself upside down on the ceiling, head buried in the sketchbook in his hand. He tipped his head, acknowledging him with a glance.

Hobie hooked his thumb over his shoulder. “You wanna grab some couch time with me real quick, mate?”

Miles hesitated a bit, but he closed the pencil into his sketchbook before placing his hand on the ceiling to swing himself down. Within a minute he was lying across Hobie’s lap, his headphones wrapped around his neck and Hobie tapping casually on his stomach.

Miles grinned warily. “Am I in trouble?”

“Only if you want to be.” Hobie teased, shrugging as he dragged Miles’ shirt up with one finger while his other hand pulled Miles’ hood over his face. “Count to three for me?”

“Shouldn’t you be the one to—Naah! I wasn’t ready!” His voice came out in a loud cackle as Hobie blew a raspberry against his stomach, and he grabbed at the arm holding his hood down.

“I heard ‘one, two’, mate; simple as.” Hobie said, the smirk clear in his voice while one of his fingers traced circles around Miles’ bellybutton.

“You know what I said.” He giggled helplessly. “I didn’t even say three—Hobie!” Another raspberry; another giggly screech as Miles’ legs flailed against the couch cushions.

“…You said three.” Hobie snickered, watching Miles try to wrestle his arm away before reaching one of his hands toward the floor and— “Hey, n-no, quit that!”

Miles had reached out, mostly blind, and tickled along the edge of his foot and up the back of his leg. Hobie quickly grabbed his arm, pinning it beside his head and scribbling under his arm with his free hand. Miles shrieked, cackling loudly and pawing at Hobie’s shoulder where he could.

“You tapping out already, Miles? Here I thought I trained you tougher than that.” Hobie gave an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head with a grin. “Or is it just because you got too many Squeak Spots?” His voice pitched hilariously toward the end, and he snatched the hand that was trying to crawl under his own arm to pin it over Miles’ head.

“Squeak Spots like that one?” Miles tried to tease as he caught his breath.

Hobie chuckled, maintaining a calm smirk and pulling Miles’ hood over his face again. “Nah, man. Squeak Spots are like this—” Miles squeaked and flinched at a quick poke to his bellybutton. “—Or this—” A screech at two fingers being jabbed under both of his arms. “Definitely this one.” While Miles’ arms were clamped at his sides, Hobie’s hands slipped under his hood, fingers crawling along his neck and scratching behind his ears. His face shifted to a bit of a sneer as Miles cracked into noisy giggles, snorts and squeaks escaping between them as he grabbed loosely at Hobie’s sleeves and kicked against the couch.

“You sound like Mayday, bruv; this’ll get you done out.” He teased. “Some mook is gonna get hands ‘round your throat, and you’ll be bustin’ up like who knows what.”

“I-I don’t understand—” Miles was barely able to form words through the giggles, only to get cut off by Hobie pushing his head to one side and blowing a loud raspberry into his neck. The resulting squeal put all the others to shame.

“Understand that well enough, Smiles~?” Hobie smirked and lifted Miles enough to slip out from under his full—now basically dead—weight. He let the teen’s legs rest across his lap, tapping a rhythm as he caught his breath.

“Nooo, don’t call me that.” Miles practically whined, little giggles still slipping into his voice. “I couldn’t get my family to shake that off until I was, like, thirteen.”

“’S pretty recent. Bet I could bring it back.” Hobie lightly poked a few lines across Miles’ foot.

“Hobie…” Miles kicked gently, pushing himself to sit up.

“What? Your parents like me; I could slip some suggestion, easy. I’m magic like that.”

“My parents don’t even like the friends who live in my dimension.” He gave a bit of a stretch, pulling his arms across his chest. “And I would have to actually kill you.”

“Pfft, like you even could.”

“I dunno.” Miles eyed him for a moment before putting his hands up, and the tiniest sparks of electricity jumped between his fingers. “I think I could.”

Hobie’s face might have twitched a bit, and he crossed his arms as he stared the kid down. “Square up then.”

Miles visibly brightened, shifting quickly out of Hobie’s lap and grabbing at his side with tingly hands. Hobie prickled at the shock, but he hardly bothered holding back. He curled up slightly, laughing softly and trying to keep his arms still.

“No fair; this worked on you last time!” Miles giggled, poking small shocks up and down Hobie’s side and ribs.

“Wasn’t expecting it last time; not my fault if you turn yourself into a one-trick—pfft, HA!”

Miles had shoved Hobie over onto the couch, one hand switching between quick squeezes and scribbles on the softest part of his hip while the other crawled along his leg to scratch his knee.

“Oh, ticklish legs? Figures you’d have Tall People Problems.” Miles teased, kneading along the back of Hobie’s calf and under his knee.

“S-Shut up!” Hobie demanded through loud giggles, crossing his arms over his face. “You little brat!”

“Hey, uncalled for!” Miles smirked at him, fingers crawling down around his ankles and up his socked soles. “You talk awfully big for someone who likes being tickled so m—”

Miles yelped as Hobie suddenly kicked him in the ribs. It hardly even hurt, but it easily threw him over the arm of the couch, leaving him slightly breathless on the floor. He let out a sort of giggle, his head spinning a little from the fall.

Hobie chuckled, having caught his breath almost instantly. He loosely held Miles’ ankle where it remained from him falling over, leaning his weight on his leg and smirking down at him. “See, now you’re in trouble, mate.”

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It was actually a little rare for Pavitr to come to Hobie’s dimension. Something about the near-constant, raging anarchy made Pavitr kinda nervous. Hobie could admit that the comparatively chill vibe of Mumbatten was cozy in a way, not even mentioning how pretty a city it was.

But sometimes, you just don’t want to leave your own couch; and thankfully, the area seemed chill enough lately. So, Pavitr sat cross-legged on Hobie’s couch, wildly hitting buttons on a game controller as he tried to fight a boss. Hobie leaned backwards over the back of the couch, glancing between the upside-down views of the television and Pavitr’s determined look. He smirked to himself, reaching to run his hand obnoxiously over the side of his face.

“Oi, Pavi.” He said in a whisper, poking Pavitr’s cheek. “Pav, hey.” He poked his neck, grinning as he flinched. So began a series of mixed whispers and pokes and pinches around Pavitr’s head, escalating quickly to lightly ruffling his hair and tickling purposefully under his chin.

“Hobie!” He finally caved to giggles and paused the game, flailing one hand at Hobie’s and curling slightly away from him. “What do you want?”

Hobie shrugged with a smirk, and Pavitr groaned, shaking his head with a smile and refocusing on the game. Hobie yawned and stretched his back over the couch, feeling his shoulders and spine pop after a second. He watched Pavitr kite and jab at the boss for at least a couple of minutes before he finally rolled over. He rested his chin on his arms, his elbow nudging against Pavitr’s shoulder.

“Oi, Pavi…” He barely kept a straight face when Pavitr slowly cringed away from him. Boss was at, maybe, ten percent health. “What’d you say if I asked you to tickle me, eh?”

A look of visible confusion cut through Pavitr’s ‘focused gamer’ face, which was a shame, because that crit he just got put the boss at five percent health. “You—Wait, what?” He glanced up for half a second, panicking a little when he almost got hit.

Hobie had already moved though, now leaning over the couch directly behind his guest-turned-prey. “Ooh, too slow, mate.” He sighed as if he were disappointed, and his hands suddenly appeared at Pavitr’s sides, squeezing up and down his flanks. He pressed his thumbs firmly into his hipbones, and he sneered as Pavitr practically fell to pieces with bright laughter.

“W-Wait, no; not now, Hobie, please!” He just barely managed to hit the pause button again, and Hobie lifted his hands away.

“What’d you pause it for? You’re close.” Hobie was grinning like a fiend, letting his hands hover tauntingly.

“I know what you’re doing.” Pavitr couldn’t keep the nervous giggles out of his voice, and he didn’t dare look back. “Not my first time around the block with you.”

“Aw, c’mon now; I’ll be nice.”

“No, you won’t…”

“Nah, I won’t.” He leaned and rested his hands on Pavitr’s legs. “I think you just need one more hit though. How about it?”

The pause lasted a bit longer; Pavitr whined, and Hobie smirked at the pout he could picture on his face. Without warning, the game started up again, and so, with equal warning, Hobie’s hands scribbled along Pavitr’s thighs and knees.

“Tricky little bastard.” Hobie teased, resting his chin on Pavitr’s shoulder as he giggled loudly. “Yeah, maybe stop missing the guy.”

“Shut up!” Pavitr giggled, and the game paused again. Hobie pat his thighs, chuckling softly. “Hobie…”

“It’s just one more hit, mate. Pretty sure, anyway.” He let his fingers walk, slowly, almost politely toward his knees again. “Waitin’ on you.”

Pavitr flicked through the pause menus, using a few items before, once again, dropping back into the game when he thought it was safest. Hobie let him have that one second of thinking he wasn’t paying attention before his hands scratched and scribbled at both of his feet, ripping an adorable shriek out of his mouth that was quickly followed by cackles.

“Oof, maybe someone should consider a costume that doesn’t go around barefoot.” He hummed, poking his fingers between Pavitr’s toes.

Suddenly: an explosion appeared on the screen, the boss keeled over with a roar before suddenly bursting in a cloud of smoke and random drops.

“Well, damn, Pav. Look at you!” Hobie chuckled, nuzzling playfully against his face, and giving a few more gentle scribbles at his feet. “Respect, really.”

Pavitr stonewalled him—Well, almost, scratching between his toes still made him squeak like a mouse—and he clicked through the menus to save the game without looking back at Hobie once. He leaned to slide the controller onto the table before sitting up; he rolled his shoulders for a moment and cracked his neck as he uncrossed his legs. Finally, he took a deep breath and let it back out.

And then he grabbed Hobie by his arm and the back of his shirt, heaving him over the couch and slamming him against the cushions harder than necessary. Hobie didn’t put up much of a fight, laughing softly as the wind was knocked out of him on impact. By the time he looked up, Pavitr had moved to perch on the couch arm, crossing his arms as he tried to glare down at him.

“Pavi?” Hobie asked casually, mimicking his crossed arms. Pavitr held up one finger, cringing a little as he stood up and stepped onto the back of the couch.

He crouched down again, smirking this time. “Every boss has a second phase, Hobie.” He quipped, snapping his fingers.

Hobie snorted, shaking his head. “Took ya a minute cookin’ that one up, eh?” He grinned as Pavitr sat on his legs and glared at him again. He grabbed Hobie’s wrist in one hand, drawing his fingers down his forearm and tracing the edge of his hand.

Hobie prickled, biting at his tongue and the piercing on his lip as his whole arm tingled under that touch. “Y-Y’know anything about palm readin’ yet, bruv?”

Pavitr gave him that look he kept specifically for people who tease him about the same old stereotypes. “I do actually!” He said brightly, the sarcasm probably indecipherable to someone who didn’t know him as well as Hobie did. “Like, this line right here tells me you’re super ticklish!” He scratched gingerly along the largest visible line on his hand.

“This line shows you’re prone to being really bratty if you don’t get enough tickles.” He traced the muscle around Hobie’s thumb.

“Each of these lines—” He traced up each of Hobie's fingers, the smile on his face still genuinely sweet. “—Represents every little tickle spot you like. And, yeah, there are a lot of them.”

Hobie was…well, “struggling” was a fitting word. His free hand hadn’t really moved from where his arms had been crossed, but he gripped at his sleeve as Pavitr started teasing his palm. It tickled so badly, but at the same time, it wasn’t enough to really break him. His breath left him in shaky giggles that he had already given up on trying to stop, and his arm twitched as if every muscle inside was a tightening spring.

“Easy to forget, but this spot here—” He traced gentle circles on the back of Hobie’s hand, smiling brighter as his fingers clenched. “—keeps track of all your tickly energy. Even when you’re tickling someone else. And this last one…” He paused, staring as if he was confused. “Here, let me just—”

He suddenly blew a raspberry on the palm of his hand, and Hobie fell apart, his giggles bursting into loud laughter as his fingers tried to scratch Pavitr’s neck. The speed at which Pavitr shut that down made him flinch.

“Yeah, sorry; I couldn’t read it.” Pavitr shrugged, removing his grip from around Hobie’s fingers. “But, it pretty much just says ‘Tickletickletickletic—’"

“Pavi!” Hobie practically snorted, finally yanking his hand away when Pavitr scribbled at his palm. He let out a few tired laughs as he slowly caught his breath, flexing his hand in an effort to get rid of those tingles.

“Not gonna work, Hobie~ I thought you wanted me to tickle you!”

“Shut up…” Hobie rested his arms over his face, still giggling quietly and twitching a little as Pavitr started to poke him again.

“Poor, poor Gigglebug.”

“Do not call me that when you’re in throttling range.”

“Oh? Why? Would it be like this?” He moved his hands quickly up to Hobie’s neck, fingers scribbling at his collarbones and under his chin.

Despite the new wave of loud giggles, Hobie shoved himself to sit upright, wrapping his arms tight around Pavitr and leaning into his shoulder. Pavitr giggled quietly, getting one of his own arms free and tracing gently on Hobie’s back.

“I win.” He teased sweetly.

“I am going to kill you.” Hobie’s threat came on shuddering breath, and he snickered as nails dragged over his spine.

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“Ooh, he’s taking the vest off!” Gwen called teasingly, snatching it out of the air when it was thrown at her head. “So serious all of a sudden.”

“Fuck you.” Hobie smirked; it felt good to be able to say that again. “‘less you want to go first, Gwenny.” He pulled his arm across his chest before rolling his shoulder.

“No, no; do your macho thing.” She taunted, slipping the vest on almost automatically. “So, Miles? Explain.”

The little gang was gathered in one of the training rooms at Spider Society HQ, sharing a few stories of feats from each of their dimensions, when Miles brought up the night he and Gwen had shut down Kingpin’s collider. Mostly, how he had barely survived the aftermath of doing that.

“Okay, so, like I said, the collider’s collapsing in on itself; implosions, explosions, it’s just crazy.” He began, twirling the strings on his hood between his fingers. “And I’m just there holding a string of web, and well…” He shrugged, lying across Pavitr’s lap. “Didn’t let go.”

“Pretty sure we’ve all done the lifeline before, bruv.” Hobie huffed. “Don’t see why ya wanted to bet on it so bad.”

“I never said it was a bet! You’re the one who—” Miles stopped himself when he caught sight of the smug look on Hobie’s face. “Look, just hold the thing, and don’t let go. Three minutes. Sound good?”

Hobie mulled it over, letting himself sink back to the floor. “Make it five. I’m showin’ you brats up today.” He smirked, setting a timer on his watch.

Pavitr chuckled, playing with Miles’ hair and glancing at Gwen. “He’s asking for it again.”

“Is he?” Gwen placed a hand on her chest, filling her eyes with as much shock as she could manage. “I never would have guessed.”

They giggled; Miles didn’t catch on until a few seconds later; and Hobie went a bit still.

He rested his arm across his knee and set his chin on his hand, levelling his eyes at the three of them with a stern sort of look. “Oi...”

His tone shut them up instantly, and he couldn’t resist smirking.

“Since you all like laughing so much, I suggest usin’ your five minutes wisely. Because when they’re up, well…” He shrugged casually, firing a small amount of webbing onto the floor and taking the strand in both hands as he laid back on the floor.

The trio glanced warily at each other before moving to line up beside him.

“Hm… Let’s try—” Gwen lifted Hobie up onto his side, and she and the boys crowded against his back. “Thoughts? Arguments?”

Pavitr leaned against Hobie’s thigh, smiling brightly. “Good here.”

Miles pat gently along Hobie’s arm, reaching to start the timer on Hobie’s watch. “Ready when you are.”

“Let’s go then!” Gwen declared, and the second Miles pressed the button, thirty fingers promptly set to crawling anywhere they could reach. Barely ten seconds passed before Hobie was struggling to keep his mouth shut. His hands clenched and pulled at the piece of web as snickers shook his frame.

“Sooo, five minutes, huh?” Miles snickered, scribbling gently along his armpit and ribs with both hands. “How’s everyone been? Hobie?”

“Shut up.” Hobie snapped at him, biting his lip on a few giggles.

“I’ve been great, personally!” Pavitr called, leaning slightly as he squeezed Hobie’s knee and around his hip. “Projects at school are going well; Margo said she might have a web shooter design for me; ooh, and I got to hang out with our favorite Gigglebug just recently.”

Hobie’s legs kicked slightly, and he barely managed to keep his mouth shut.

Gwen giggled as she watched Hobie’s face, scratching quickly across his stomach and up his side. “Ooh, our favorite Gigglebug? Maybe your favorite, Pavi.” She teased, sneaking one of her hands to pinch Miles’ waist and grinning as he elbowed her back. “I can’t blame you though; he does have this cute tickle button.” Her fingers managed to track down his navel through his suit, finally dragging out some unfiltered giggles.

“So do you!” All three boys said suddenly, eyes on her, and she was taken aback. They all fell into laughter, hands faltering enough to give Hobie a chance to breathe.

Miles snickered and leaned on Gwen for a moment, one hand digging fingers under Hobie’s arm while the other crawled along his neck. “I love that you didn’t tell me about your little nickname, by the way, Hobie; it’s awfully cute.”

“Why the fuck would I—No!” A choked laugh cut through his threatening tone when both of Miles’ hands moved back under his arm.

Miles shrugged, smirking down at him. “Well, if you’re going to beg for us to tickle you, it’d be a lot easier if we had a name for your little moods.”

Hobie just laughed and tried to curl up, his boots squeaking against the floor as he kicked.

“You still holding on, Hobie~?” Gwen called playfully, goosing his side and hip. “You know you can just admit you’re having fun.”

“F-Fuck off already.” Hobie’s voice was teetering on breathless with how he was straining to stop his giggles. “You brats wish you were as strong as I am taking this.”

Miles rolled his eyes and scratched at his ribs, but he blinked as Gwen leaned close to him.

“On my signal, we need to bolt.” She whispered; he practically had to read her lips.

“Wha—?”

“I play drums, Miles; keeping time is the least of what I can do. And he’s definitely jumping you first, so…”

She tapped his knee sharply, and he stammered for a second before turning invisible. Pavitr did a double-take, and as he was pushing himself off the floor, Hobie’s watch started beeping loudly.

The room was suddenly quiet as Hobie’s hands finally came off of the web, and he shut his watch off before running the heel of his palm under his eye.

“Ya always thinkin’ you’re so damn smart.” He murmured, pushing himself to stand up. “I was actually always planning on getting’ you first—” He fired off a shot of web fluid, catching Gwen by the back shoulder of his vest and yanking hard before she could just shrug it off. “Gwenny, I’m sick of you takin’ my shit!”

The sneer on his face said otherwise, especially at her indignant whine when he caught her against his chest. “You threw this at me!” She hardly even put up a fight as he scooped her under his arm, giggling excitedly even before he tickled the back of her neck.

“Yeah, and you sure fuckin’ caught it. Look where that got ya, sis. Oi, losers! The longer I wait for you, the longer I destroy both of ya.”

It was easy to keep Pavitr in his peripheral; his costume didn’t blend at all with the shadows here. Miles, though, Hobie could easily hear him hopping around nearby, inching closer with each landing.

It was hilarious being the only truly unpredictable one in a room, and Hobie loved showing these kids up.

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