#ticklish!peterparker

[skyloladoodles]

Peter’s Tummy troubles

This is a SFW tickle fic!! Of Peter getting gentle comfort and tickles from his mentor and father figure Mr. Stark.

lee!Peter and ler!tony

A/N: I just finished writing this story of Peter getting comfort tickles and affectionie from Tony! I myself is feeling a bit sick with a cold, and my forehead and sore throat not feeling well. I was thinking of Tony comforting Peter and it made me feel happy. So I wrote a fic of it ^_^ My neckie still feels a bit sore writing dis but it's okay!

Grab your cup of coffee, or tea, and jump on in with the story!

Peter's tummy was hurting real baddie. Petie didn't know why. Could it be because of the breakfast he ate in the morning? Training? Webbing aroundie new York city? A flu?

It sucked. Peter was looking forward to seeing Mr. Stark after school. Peter was thinking he couldn't make it at all if his stomach was in pain this badly.

Peter groaned in pain and grunted opening his free palm and swiped a web out and started to swing around the city, the layout in his head the direction he was heading to was Tony's tower.

Yes, even though Peter was in terrible pain he still had energy to go to Tony's tower. Peter didn't want to miss a day of not spending time with Tony at all. Stomach aching wasn't anything new to the spider-teen.

Peter mumbled incorporated words without thinking about what he said and summersaults into the air and lands back onto his feet standing up Infront of Me Starks tower.

Peter looked up at the side of the super awesome tower where he and the avengers stay and Peter blinked his eyes. He didn't have enough energy to swing all the way up to the tower this time..

Yet Peter is too stubborn to listen to his body telling him to calm down. Peter grumbles rolling his eyes being fed up with his upset tummy.

Peter raises his hand and shooted out a web pointed upwards all the way to the top of the Avenger's tower which he carefully calculated to stick right there, Peter gets launched into the air very high off the ground and accidently slips in thin air.

Peter squeaks in surprise looking down, he's very high up and he didn't want his sleep deprived self to fall down and Peter quickly released another one of his webs and safely went in the window.

Peter sighed of relief and swung his bag onto the sofa. The room Peter was in, is the living quarters of the Avengers Tower.

This quarter was Peters favourite! There's almost at least one or two of the avengers hanging around talking to each other or watching TV, playing games. Peter sometimes spends time watching to keep himself entertained.

Peter wondered around the room for 10 minutes until he remembered his tummy was still hurting. Peter whimperd in pain. Peter was trying to avoid seeing Tony, Peter didn't want his mentor seeing him looking down because of a tummy ache. Peter certainly doesn't want to go through the very-much-embarrassing explainationn Mr Stark wanted an answer to.

Before Peter can have a next thought. Peter's body was sub consciously walking to where he was thinking Tony was most likely to be. Peter was walking down the corridor in a different direction to where every other room is.

Peter grumbles and face planted his head on Tony's front door of the lab and his head ache was getting increasingly worse. It was horrible. Peter wanted his head ache to get out of his system, and his tummy ache gone.

Peter bites his lips and whimpers, weakily knocking on Tony's door.

Tony from the inside of his lab perked his head up hearing the soft knock, Tony didn't think twice on who it might be. The type of knocking styles from everyone who knocks on his door — Tony can tell who it might be in due time.

Tony's thoughts come to a close and gently wraps his hands around the inner door handle and unlocks the door with the door opening. Tony looks down seeing his mentee Peter. In the first second of Tony's eyes staring at Peter. Tony can sense the amount of pain Peter is feeling.

Tony didn't like seeing Peter be unwell at all. Peter is like a son to Tony, he does not want his mentee/son to feel unwell anymore. Peter looked up at Tony with puppy dog eyes and Peter instantly picked Peter up into his arms.

No matter how old Peter is, teenager or not. Tony will never say no to wrapping Peter inside his comforting arms, Peter didn't have enough energy to fight back.

Tony walked calmly and gently to the newly brought bean bags he brought specifically for him and Peter when ever they work together in the lab.

Tony sat down making sure not to hurt Peter in any way, and held Pete close to his chest. Tony strokes his soft palm against Peter's back and Peter deliberately melted against Mr Stark's touch.

Peter was feeling a bit better.

Tony smiled watching Peter looking so freaking cute at enjoying, his palm on Peter's back.

Peter smiled to himself despite still feeling some pain in his head and his stomach but Peter couldn't care less. Tony's back rub felt like a cold ice-cream sundae on a summer afternoon.

Peter hummed pleasantly, and Tony chuckled slightly hearing Peter be happy and over the moon at his back getting rubs. Tony lifts his left hand and rubs his thumb finger across Pete's forehead and Peter wiggles slightly but still in a happy soft mood.

Tony gives a small fond tiny kiss on Pete's forehead and Peter giggles weakily into Tony's chest and Tony chuckles along with Peter.

Tony talks very softly to Peter and rocks Peter back and fourth while Tony gently running Peter's back and forehead. “Feeling any better sweet pea?“

A small happy tired mumble comes out of Peter's mouth to answer Tony's gentle question as a full yes.

Tony's mouth curls upwards and smiles to himself. Listening to the very small happy sounds coming from the teen. Tony nuzzles his head on Pete's neck and Peter let's out the most sweetest giggles, Tony has ever had coming from Peter.

Tony's heart melts watching Peter fall into a soft light giggle fit. Tony smiled and shakes head head not help wanting to hear Peter giggle more. Tony gets a light bulb in his head. Now he knows how to cheer up Peter. Tickles! Tickles cheer up Peter in no time and Peter will get his favourite places getting tickles! Good idea right?

It was a good idea! Tony wiggles his index finger on Peter's neck and Peter giggles softly into Tony's chest, squiggling in Tony's arms.

“M'ster....- Stahahark nohoho“ Peter giggles and his hands turn into fists pounding on Tony's chest gently. Peter was wiggling softly against Tony and Tony can not be any more happy on how happy tickling Peter was changing Pete's mood from sad to happy and light giggles.

“Hey kid, for the millionth time it's Tony.“ Tony laughs fondly and bends his index and thumb finger to lightly poke Peter's shoulder and Peter laughs silently with a small blush on his face. “Let me spell it out for you, it's a T- to the O-N-Y~! Not thaaaaaat hard for you right Peter?“

“You sound SOHOHO baahahad!“ Pete giggled at Tony teaching him how to say Tony's own name. Peter already know it's just saying ’Mr Stark’, Peter feels more close to Tony. “And, Nohoho you can't make mehehe!“ Peter sassed against to Tony's ’helpful’ singing. “Old man!“

Tony gasped dramatically (playfully) to his kid's many remarks in the same giggly behaviour. Tony points his hand to himself like he has gotten rejected, and Peter finds this hilarious. The look on Tony's face looks so surprised and shocked. Peter is laughing his heart out.

Tony blinks his eyes to register his thoughts. Tony knew his singing was ’bahahad’, Tony is chuckling to himself in agreement and Peter is grinning much to his own pridefulness. One thing Tony is a bit ompf about is getting called old man. Tony knew Peter knew what he was doing because now....

Tony growled playfully forming his right hand to a claw and Peter squeaks at the sight of Tony's wiggly fingers and Peter giggling lightly.

“Wahaahit. Wait wait wait Misheheter Stark I'm sorry! I didn't mean it it it it was a joke you know!“ Peter giggles panicking and wiggles left to right. Peter is still feeling pain from his tummy so he doesn't want to move around all too much.

“Yeah I know" Mr Stark grins but his eyes show so much foness for Peter. Tony says softly to Peter. “Your tummy hurts right? This should help you.“

Tony places his hand on Peter 's soft tummy and rubs his full palm around on Pete's tummy. Peter giggles silently and melts into the touch.

Usually, as you know. Peter would've been giggling non stop but this type of tickling makes Peter feel sleepy and happy.

Tony circles his finger around Peters tummy, moving his finger up and down to his lower tummy and upper tummy. Peter gently closes his eyes with a sleepy smile on his face.

Peter was slowly feeling better being in Tony's arms. His tummy from being hurt to feeling happy. It might not be fully well but with Tony's gentle rubbing, Peter can feel a bit better. Happy thoughts filled inside Peter's head as Tony kisses, Peter's forehead softly and rubs Peter's tummy with his free hand.

Tony leans back on the wall and Peter drifts into sweet, calm, gentle sleep.

[fluffyseapancakes]

A Funny Feeling

A really quick ticklish!Reader x PeterParker fic! I’m rusty but I think it turned out pretty cute. 

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You watch your best friend, Peter Parker, type away at his laptop on your bed. The Avengers were out for the night so you two had the place to yourselves. Peter, being the semi-responsible one, suggested that you two finish up on homework then throw a little get together with MJ and Ned. You agreed, not realizing that you both had three exams, one paper, and five chapters to study for. It is now 8pm with no end in sight, you’re starting to get impatient and your stomach grumbles hungrily. 

“Peter,” you whine, “I’m hungry.”

“I know, we’ll eat after we’re done with this paper,” Peter chuckles. You pout and dramatically flop on the floor. You grab a stuffed animal and throw it at his head, missing him completely by a few feet. You were never the most coordinated person. 

“You missed,” he digs at you. 

“You missed,” you mock, not having a decent enough comeback. He raises his eyebrow and gently places the laptop on your bed. 

“Are you done being a brat?” 

You stick your tongue out at him, “Nah.” 

Before you can react, Peter straddles your waist and pins you down. You feel your face flush and he smiles knowingly. 

“What’s wrong Y/N? Why are your cheeks so red?” He teases. You blush even deeper and tug at your wrists, but he is holding them firmly. 

“S-Shut up,” you stammer, silently cursing yourself for being so flustered. This is your best friend, why is your heart racing so fast? 

“You’re not really in the position to tell me to shut up,” Peter shifts his weight to a more comfortable position and places a hand on your side, you flinch and a small giggle bubbles up from your chest. He quickly connects the dots and wiggles his fingers, you giggle even harder and tug harder at your wrists. 

“No way,” he keeps tickling your side, “you’ve been hiding this for three years?” 

“Y-you’re just unobservant”  you manage to spit out, full on laughing as he switches over to gently squeezing your belly. 

“Unobservant huh?” He continues his ticklish torment, “Would an unobservant person know that you like this?” 

Your face turns beat red and you shake your head frantically, “N-no I don’t!” 

“Well you haven’t told me to stop, and you’re not really fighting back,” he grins, “don’t worry, it’s cute.” Suddenly he lets go of your wrists and attacks your sides with both hands, you shoot your arms down but it doesn’t protect much as you squeal and cackle uncontrollably. After a minute Peter grants you mercy and stops his attack, leaving you in a giggling mess. He playfully ruffles your hair and gets off of you. 

“Wanna order some pizza?” 

You nod, a big smile still on your face with flushed cheeks. He looks at you fondly. 

“Why don’t you ever smile?”

You give him a confused look, “I smile all the time.”

“For a second, but you always pull it back. Like you don’t want people seeing it.” 

“I guess I don’t like my smile,” you shrug, “just an insecurity of mine.”

“Well I like it,” he pulls out his phone and heads out to the living room, “I’m gonna order the pizza.” You watch him leave as you simmer in your thoughts. 

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“Hey Peter,” you watch into the living room, Peter hangs up the phone and looks at you with a smile. 

“I got us a medium cheese and large Supreme pizza, Ned and MJ are on their way.” 

You nervously sit down on the couch and wring your hands, “Can I talk to you about something?” Peter notices your nervousness and sits down next to you. 

“Of course, what’s up?”

“Promise whatever I say won’t ruin our friendship?”

Peter laughs and gives you a small hug, “Nothing you say will ruin our friendship.”

“Well…I feel this strong emotional connection towards you. And it’s confusing because I don’t know if it’s platonic or romantic, but I always want to hang out with you and I trust you more than everyone else I know, including Tony and Steve. I like you more than a friend but I don’t feel the urge to date you, it’s weird and complicated and ugh…,” you bury your face into your hands, “my biggest fear is losing what we have now.”

Peter nods and rubs your back, “thank you for being honest with me Y/N. I really appreciate you opening up like this.”

You look up at him, “can we still be friends?”

“Well duh!” He laughs, “I finally found your Kryptonite, I have to exploit it for a little while.” 

You blush and flip him off, making him chuckle even harder. 

“Don’t tell anyone.”

“What? That you’re ticklish?” 

“No, that I…like it,” you grab a pillow and hide your red face into it, “it’s embarrassing.” 

“No it isn’t,” Peter takes away the pillow, “and I won’t tell anyone. I promise. But I still get to have some fun.”

You groan and lean back into the couch, “I’m gonna regret this.”

He pokes you in the belly, making you flinch and giggle. 

“You definitely are.” 

[fanficsandfluff]

A Moment in Comfort

A/N: So this was supposed to be a drabble, but I don't think they can be over 1,000 words so here we are. A very hastily written, zero plot fic with our three Spideys. I hope the numbering doesn't make it too confusing, as I kept it to how they called themselves in the movie. Not my best work, but I think it'll make some people happy.

I was desperate for non-reader fluff with the boys so I had to satiate myself in some way. Hope this inspires some of you to also write! Enjoy!

Fandom: Spider-Man: No Way Home

Character(s):

Peter/Peter 1 = Tom Holland

Peter 2 = Tobey Maguire

Peter 3 = Andrew Garfield

Words: 1,161

"I love you guys."

The "Thank you's" were simultaneously the two opposing H's: hilarious and hurtful.

He meant it! What else was he supposed to say, opening up and laying his heart out on the floor like that hours after meeting his two others?

"You don't seem too... here right now, Pete," Peter 2 laid out his thoughts while the three Spider-Men were sitting in Peter's living room in various chairs and sofa.

"Hm? Why?" Peter 3 snapped his head towards the older Peter, "What? Pffft," he ran fingers through his hair now, "No, I'm here. Here."

"What were we just talking about?" tested Peter, sitting cross-legged on his cushy chair, a smile across his lips.

"You know... Spider-Man stuff."

Both Peter and Peter 2 snickered at that.

"Okay, ha ha," Peter 3 rolled his eyes but had to grin softly at the others' teasing.

"Weaknesses," Peter 2 updated him on their current topic of conversation.

"Right, yeah, I don't think much. Crippling self-deprecation at times."

"Anxiety," Peter chimed in, nodding.

"I had a whole existential crisis once that wiped out all my powers."

"Really!?"

"No way..."

"But no one is, like," Peter tried to come up with a way to say it, "No electricity means no powers? Like Max?"

"Sometimes there are guys that are just too big and powerful, so that can be rough," Peter 2 added on, glancing Peter 3's way, "I think we lost him again. Hey," Peter 2 chucked a couch pillow at him, and Spidey Senses be damned, it smacked him right in the face.

Peter hunched over laughing at that. Peter 3 didn't seem too phased, now pulling out a loose feather from the pillow, "Okay, what? You want me to say there's like a food that saps my webs or something? No, there isn't," now he started to chuckle in slight exasperation as the other two Peters were giggling amongst themselves, "I don't know, you know?"

"Yeah we're all just waiting for that one Spider-Man allergy," Peter giggled.

"No, I got it. We're all just really ticklish or something," Peter 2 made himself laugh a bit more at that add in.

Peter immediately flushed red but giggled in tandem. Peter 3, however, lit up like a Christmas tree, ears and nose blushing pink.

"Ha, yeah," he choked out, clearing his throat.

"Oh," Peter 2's abject coolness when he uttered that sound sent a shiver down Peter 3's spine. Then he cocked his head.

Oh no.

Stillness.

Then...

THWIP

"Woah! Hey hey hey!" Peter 3 scrambled to pull his wrist up from the chair arm while Peter 2 swooped up to him.

"Just testing the theory, Peter," Peter 2 immediately started poking at the exposed parts of Peter 3's abdomen.

"Nonono, nah, hold ohohon! Wait, Peter! Not cool!"

"Hold on!" Peter ran over and grabbed Peter 3's other wrist and held it down to the other arm of the chair, thwipping one other web for good measure.

Peter 3 was mentally falling apart. Wait, yeah, probably physically, too. He was sweating and he couldn't stop smiling.

Peter 1 and 2 glanced at each other, both grinning. They could all sense it at once.

"You don't mind this," Peter pointed out gently, "Right?"

"Wh--wha," Peter 3 stuttered, fingers curling and uncurling where they were pinned by the wrist, "W-We were talking about weaknesses like two seconds ago. How did we end up here? Huh? Explain, cuz-cuz I am not-nohohot--Hey! You-pfffff--" he threw his head back when Peter 2 started to pinch at his side, biting his lip without abandon.

"You've got a sinister side, Peter 2," Peter joked.

That made Peter 2 scoff, "Really? No, I'm probably the tamest out of the three of us. Honest. Just something about us being here together, it's... nice. Bringing out different sides of me. Now, are you gonna help or what?"

Peter beamed.

"Mehehean!" Peter 3 squeaked out, arching his back and legs squirming every direction in the seat.

Peter brushed his fingers back and forth around Peter 3's neck, all while Peter 2 zeroed in on his bottom ribs.

Squirming definitely increased at this point.

"I caha--I can't! Guhuhuys!" Peter 3 was snickering and laughing within seconds.

"Hmm. This does seem like a pretty big weakness, Pete," Peter 2 taunted.

"NO!" Peter 3 cinched his body as hard as he could when he felt Peter's hands wandering down from his neck, "NohoHO hey! No, please, wahahait!"

"Yeah, seriously. I thought I was bad," Peter stated, trying to force his fingers into Peter 3's well-guarded armpits.

"Nuh-uh, no wahay," Peter 3 was smiling like a fool. He knew he looked silly because he felt silly, just sitting there like that. He tried making eye contact with Peter 2 who stopped his tickling when Peter made his comment.

"Plehease. Please, just-- I can bargain, huh? Let's um let's just change the subject. You let me out and we move on. Watch a movie! Yeah! Pehete, don't look at me like that, come ohohon, man!"

Peter 2 had just smiled, that was it. He leaned in closer to Peter 3's face which prompted him to beg again, "Just making sure of something."

"I don't mind it, alright!? Is that what you wanted to hear? Yeah, it's fine, just... intense! I haven't been tickled in a really long time so just go easier. Please?"

"Wow," Peter sat back on the floor at this moment, "You didn't even have to convince him or anything. How'd you do that?"

Peter 2 merely shrugged, ripping Peter 3 free from his web binding, "I think I'm just a guy you can open up to."

Peter 3 was rubbing his wrists now, feigning that they hurt to try and make the two others feel a little guilty.

"It's all part of how he makes his own web. It's like a hypnosis stare or something."

"That's what the media thinks I have!" Peter exclaimed.

Peter 3 had now joined the other Peters on the floor. They shared in a silence for a short while before Peter 3 spoke again, "Thanks."

"No problem," Peter 2 grabbed his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

"Ow!" Peter 3 recoiled in surprise when he felt another poke to his side, this time from Peter only. The youngest started giggling again.

"I'm sohorry, I had to."

"Yeah? Come here," Peter 3 crawled for Peter but the other jumped away. Peter 3 webbed a pillow and slung it at him as a distraction before chasing. Shrieking and more laughter followed.

When Peter 3 said he always wanted brothers... Yeah, he wasn't bullshitting. This was the happiest he'd been in a long time. When all three of them lay on the floor, panting, smiles painting their faces, Peter 3 reiterated without prompting or deep thought, "Love you guys."

"Love you, too," Peter shoved his arm with a small laugh of his own.

Peter 2 returned the sentiment with a huge ruffle to Peter 3's hair.

[a-fluffer-nutter]

Stop Working

A/N - Here is a cute spiderman fic I wrote for the nice anon who requested it a while back. Hope you all enjoy.

Word Count: 840

           Ignoring the guests you invite over to your house is considered to be rude, though Peter either didn’t care or realize this. Both MJ and Ned sat on the couch, entertaining themselves with a few rounds of Mario Kart. Peter had abandoned them the second they arrived, giving little regard to the pizza Ned held, saying that he would eat later. He had survived a grueling week of exams and fighting villains and his web blasters were low on fluid.

           “Couldn’t you have done this before we got here?” MJ remarked, poorly hiding her frustration with her boyfriend.

           “I need to be ready, just in case,” Peter replied, much to his friend’s chagrin. He had been incredibly stressed lately, more than ever under the Stark Internship. Peter just wasn’t in the mental headspace he wanted to be in, but instead on working on it, he tended to ignore is mental anguish and throw himself into his hero work. Social relationships were basically void as of late, sans the occasional semi-normal conversation he would have with Mr. Stark and Happy, but that was a rarity in the last two or so weeks.

           While Spiderman was on the news every night, Ned and MJ knew their friend needed compassion and companionship. Along with all of his normal stressors, the media had been hounding him even more than normal, all thanks to a mid-city brawl he had with Hammerhead. While his true identity was still hidden, Peter still felt he had to set forth a good example in everything he did, in and out of the Spiderman suit. If this meant spending every waking moment preparing for his next outing, then Peter was covered.

           “Can you relax for one moment?” MJ let out a sigh, grabbing a bit of his hair and shaking his head. “What even is the point of inviting us over if you aren’t going to hang out with us?”

           Peter simply shrugged, having not looked away from his work. He knew if he reconfigured just a little something-something, then the right web blaster would be able to shoot about 2 milliseconds faster.

           “I think I’m going to head home,” Ned frowned, his face somber.

           “God dammit,” MJ growled, suddenly digging her fingers into Peter’s sides. “I’m going to make you hang out with us, like it or not.”

           Curling in on himself, Peter let out a strangled laugh, then covered his mouth. MJ had never done this before, Ned sure, he tickled Peter all the damn time, but MJ?

           “Adorable,” MJ cooed. This was foreign to Peter, her hands on his side. Sure, they were dating, but she wasn’t the most affectionate person. Cuddling wasn’t a common occurrence, with them only leaning their heads on one another as they sat or holding hands while walking along a quiet street. Peter had always liked these interactions, though never begged for more. He respected MJ and only wanted her to do what she wanted, not wanting to ever pressure her into anything she didn’t really want to do.

           This was different though, and Peter was in confused bliss. He loved being tickled, though hated admitting it. He liked the laughter and the bond he felt during it. After losing most of the people dearest to him throughout his childhood, he craved touch and a familial-esque bond to others. He had always wanted this from MJ, but he stood firm on never pressuring her on anything.

           “Aw, he likes it,” Ned said with a smile, piquing MJ’s interest. She looked back at him, not noticing the flame-like blush coating Peter’s face. “Wait, has Peter never told you?”

           “No, he hasn’t,” MJ dug her fingers into his underarms, happy to hear a little snort. “He’s never mentioned tickling before.”

           “Oh,” Ned had dug himself into a hole, but figured it was best to keep giving out Peter’s secrets than to attempt to backtrack. “Well, he loves it. Especially on his belly.”

           “Ned!” Peter choked out from behind his hand, wanting to be angrier than he actually was. Was Peter fortunate to have Ned reveal his love of being tickled to MJ? Of course. Was he unfortunate to have it happen while he was working? Of course.

           “I’m trying to help you,” Ned shrugged, happy to see his best friend laugh for the first time in weeks. This laughter turned loud and bubbly as MJ took Ned’s advice and went for the belly. “Let us help you.”

           “Fine,” Peter managed to whine through his laughter, having withdraw his hand from his mouth so they could hear him. “Please stop. I can’t take much more.”

           “Fine,” MJ mocked, though stopped instantly. She ruffled Peter’s hair as he hiccupped, a silly grin crossing his face. “You promise to stop working and hang out with us?”

           “Sure,” Peter stood and up pulled his two friends into a hug. “I guess I’ll have to kick your asses in Mario Kart.”

           “Oh, you’re on,” Both friends simultaneously, each taking a hand and dragging Peter to the couch to play.

[lemonsandstrawberries]

Exactly the Same

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), Superfamily (Tony and Steve adopt Peter Parker as their son)

summary: Steve just wants to read his book in peace, but an argument coming from his two favorite nerds (husband and son) interrupted him.

length: 863 words

a/n: long time no see, right? August was crazy busy, here is hoping for calmer September and more fics! inspired by this prompt! hope you will like it, likes, reblogs and feedback are needed and appreciated :D!

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Exactly the Same

It was one of those moments Steve enjoyed the most. Dishes were put away, pot roast and potatoes were cooking in the oven, needing some more time for meat to be juicy and potatoes to be golden, and the kitchen was sparkling clean. He earned some me time and there was a book calling his name.

Steve sat comfortably on the couch, piling the pillows behind his back for double comfort and opened the book, eyes following the written words and he was falling deeper and deeper in the fictitious world of royal families, monsters roaming the world and a monster slayer. He didn't expect to enjoy this series, preferring something milder and with happier endings, but he couldn't draw himself away, muting his surroundings.

" - no, you got it all wrong -"

" - dad, seriously, listen to me-"

"HAH! No, you listen to me kid -"

Steve grunted, words in the book being obscured by the ones said behind his back. He thought Tony and Peter were down in the workshop, working on some project, but seemed they finished earlier. Or couldn't come to an agreement about something and put the project on hold, basing on the exchange happening.

"Dad, it is my science project, I know you want to help, but let me decide -"

"I am gonna let you decide, once you will make good decisions!"

"What are you two talking about?" Steve turned around and looked behind himself. Better just to get involved or his alone time might never come back.

Tony and Peter seemed surprised when Steve spoke, almost as if they didn't notice that he was there. They probably didn't, engrossed in their own talks.

"Just science stuff, Steve. Nothing much," Tony soothed, smiling in apology to his husband. He turned to Peter with a much more stern face and resumed the heated discussion. Steve should feel offended with being brushed off like that, but if Tony decided to deal with it on his own, he won't interfere. He turned around and got back to the book.

"Poooops! Tell dad to back off!" came a whine after a while. Seemed that Peter was not able to reason with Tony. Not many could, really.

"Tony, let Peter make his own mistakes," Steve decided in a firm tone.

"He has us to prevent him from making mistakes!"

Steve sighed heavily, hearing more noises, Peter's outraged voice and Tony's louder one. Soon it became ridiculous and he chuckled to himself.

"What's so funny?" Tony asked in a harsh tone, not understanding what was humorous about this situation.

"You. Both of you. If you could just hear yourself. You two are exactly the same," Steve continued to laugh.

"We are not!"

"Dad is more stubborn than I am!"

"Watch your words, kid!"

"Exactly the same," Steve laughed and put his book away. He turned around and looked at his husband and son with fondness. "Two stubborn nerds."

Some more protests. Steve just smiled, noticing that Peter flailed his arms the same way as Tony did while he was getting heated up about something. Or that Peter wore his wristwatch just like his husband, meaning on the inside of his wrist. There were more examples like that.

"There, I am gonna prove you two are the same," Steve grinned, suddenly reaching his arms forward and grabbing both Tony and Peter, arms wrapping around their waists and dragging forward until they collapsed on the couch next to him. From that point it was easy and Steve pinned his hand into each of his boys' hips and squeezed a couple of times.

"What?" Tony mocked, just cracking a smile as his hips were not that sensitive, while he heard Peter kicking and laughing his heart out. "You thought this would work on me?"

"Maybe it didn't yet, but after I do this," Steve made sure that Peter was a little out of his breath before he let go and threw himself at Tony, blowing a long and wet raspberry on his husband's neck. That made Tony shriek and laugh out loud pretty nicely. When he moved away and pinned his hand back into Tony's hip he was rewarded with a booming laugh. "And now it works," Steve grinned. There was something about raspberries that immediately unblocked Tony's reactions and made him ticklish all over. More ticklish all over.

"Where do you think you are going?" Steve yelled when Peter almost slipped away, but it wasn't that hard to pull him back and blow a raspberry on the nape. Peter basically fell back on the couch, not able to defend himself from tickling fingers, reacting the same way as Tony did to raspberries. They both didn't stand a chance against that form of tickling and turned pretty helpless.

"See? Exactly the same," Steve smiled sweeter, just enjoying the rare moment of family closeness. Peter even laughed a bit similar to Tony, his nose scrunching up from time to time. Steve didn't know when Tony and Peter formed an alliance against him and suddenly four hands reached in his direction, squeezing and tickling, but he didn't regret - it was good to see his son and husband work together for a change.

[fluffy-lee]

Hide and Seek ~Tickle Edition

Part 7 of the series "Keeping Her"

This is a TICKLE series. If you're not into that, you don't have to read.

PLATONIC Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: none

Requested By: @notmeblahh

Summary: Peter and Y/n decide to play hide and seek one night at the Avengers facility. Peter suggests a twist to make the game more thrilling, but is he willing to play fairly?

It was Saturday night and you left your room to see what everyone was up to. You walked through the halls of the Avengers facility, or just your home as you saw it, looking in the bedrooms to find them all empty. When you got to Peter’s room you noticed the light was on under the door. You knocked and a few seconds later, Peter opened it. He seemed to just have been relaxing like you were. You quickly noticed his hair was longer than usual and super curly. 

  “Y/n! I was just about to come and find you!” Peter said, opening the door for you to come into his room. 

 “I’ve been kind of bored, to be honest. I thought you’d be with Tony.” You said, walking into his room and sitting in his desk chair. 

“He’s having a date night with Pepper, so we finished working early.” Peter explained. 

You smiled at Peter. You loved his curly hair. It was so endearing. Peter noticed you staring at him and gave you a questioning look.

 “Why are you staring, Y/n?” Peter asked, raising an eyebrow. 

 “Y-Your curls! I had no idea your hair could do that! It's so cute!” You gushed. You jumped out of the chair and began trying to reach up to ruffle his hair. 

Peter laughed sweetly and bent down to let you play with his hair.

  “I really want to do something fun, Y/n. Do you have any ideas?”

You stopped playing with Peter’s hair and thought for a moment.

  “Oh! We could play hide and seek again!” You exclaimed. 

Peter’s face lit up. He always loved playing hide and seek in the Avengers’ facility. 

  “Yes! I’d love to! But since it’s just the two of us, we have to make it even more fun..” Peter trailed off raising his eyebrow and wiggling his fingers at you. 

You blushed like crazy. 

  “Aww nooo Peter I know what you’re thinking!” You backed away, covering your sides and scrunching your shoulders. 

  “Hide and Go Seek: Tickle Edition! Y/n’s favorite!” Peter teased. 

   “It’s nahahat my favorite!” It is in fact your favorite.

  “You better go hide before I tickle you to death!” He threatened, inching closer to you. 

You were giggling like mad. You backed up to the edge of his bed and slid down it, not taking your eyes off Peter, making sure he wouldn’t get you. You crawled away before scrambling to your feet and running out of the room. Peter began to count to ninety, giving you plenty of time to find a challenging hiding spot in the enormous building. 

 You tried to sneak quietly down the hall, but still move fast. Peter had an advantage: enhanced hearing. However, you had an advantage as well, you knew this building better than anyone, except Tony. You’ve spent a long time exploring it, since you lived here. You made your way into the library. It was dark. You hid in a snug crevice between a desk and a bookshelf, after moving a plant in front of it. You really had the perfect spot and thought he may not find you for a long time. He might even give up. If he did find you, though, you knew he’d reduce you to a puddle. He is so good at tickling that the very thought of it made your stomach flip and your face heat up. This made you anxious, even in your awesome hiding spot. You pictured him crawling down the wall behind you or the tall bookshelf to your right and snatching you up. Your heart was pounding and you tried your hardest to relax so he wouldn’t hear it if he entered the library. 

 You watched the clock on the wall. Twenty minutes had passed and you were confident he was going to give up. You were so proud, until you heard the click of the library door echo through the large room. Your heart started to pound again and you tried your best to relax and have confidence in your spot. 

 “Y/n/nnnnn.” It was Peter. “I can sense that you’re in here. If you come out now, I will go easy on you!” 

You were NOT going to move. No way. You watched through the leaves as Peter searched around the library. You held your breath as he walked extremely close to you. He moved on and headed toward the exit. When he was out of sight, you heard the door open and close. You let out a sigh of relief. A few seconds later, the quite heavy potted plant was lifted in front of you.

“Gotcha!” Peter boomed. 

You screamed and tried to make a run for it, but you were caught by Peter in an instant and he threw you over his shoulder. 

“What do you think you’re doing trying to run away? That’s not how the game works.” Peter growled playfully.

“I know. I’m sorry. I was just scared.” You said sweetly, laying your head on his shoulder. Maybe he’d go easy on you if you were being cute. You knew Peter had a soft spot for you. 

Peter knew what you were trying to do, though, and he had to look around a giant building for over twenty minutes for you. Plus, he loved reducing his best friend to a giggly mess with tickles. 

  “Scared? Why? It’s not like I was going to tickle you…but I am now.” He teased, dropping you down on the couch in the living room.

You tried your hardest to cover your torso, and you were already laughing, anticipating his tickles. 

 “Stop it, Y/n! This is part of the game!” Peter said through gritted teeth, pretending to be angry. 

He effortlessly pried your arms away from you and straddled your legs. 

  “Now, where should I start?” Peter asked, cracking his knuckles. You were already so flustered that you were sure you were as red as a tomato. “Oh I know… here!” Peter began tickling your underarms and you collapsed into hysterical laughter, trapping his hands under your arms and you couldn’t help but squeeze them to your sides. 

  “Mwahahaha!” Peter laughed his hilarious fake evil laugh. He then surprised you by darting his fingers down to your sides, making you squeal and thrash before falling back into your laughter. That familiar feeling rushed through your nervous system as Peter tickled you to pieces, scribbling into your tummy. 

  “Aww it’s Y/n’s ticklish tummy! My favorite!” Peter teased, continuing to wiggle his fingers into your tummy. 

“PEHEHEHETERRR IHIHIHI’M GONNAHAHAA DIIIE!” You screamed. You couldn’t stand how much it tickled. 

Peter chuckled.

  “I promise you’re not going to die. It just tickles a lot!” Peter reassured you, before swirling into your belly button, gently tickling through your shirt. 

You blushed and tried to hide your face, giggling as it tickled so much. 

  “Aww does Y/n have a ticklish belly button? Tickle tickle tickle tickle!”

 “STAHAHAP! Nohohooo!” You whined. 

You knew Peter was trying to embarrass you. He liked to give you a hard time every once in a while, because he knew you secretly loved the playfulness.

  “Stop? Well, I guess I could count your ribs!” Peter decided and began to wiggle each rib he counted. 

“Peheheeterrr! Hahhhaha I CAHAHAHN’T TAHAHAKE IHIHIT!” You squealed as you fought to breathe. 

Peter laughed and let you catch your breath for a moment, and then began full-on scribbling your ribs in the most ticklish way possible as your belly laughter poured out of you and filled the room. 

“Does this tickle, Y/n? Huh?” Peter teased as he tickled all over your ribs and sides. 

Your laughter turned silent and Peter let up, laughing along with you. 

  “Aww okay, that was a little mean. Hahaha are you okay?” Peter asked. 

  “Yeah I’m good!” You laughed, catching your breath and playfully pushing him. You still had a lot of energy and you were ready to find him and get your revenge. 

 Peter smiled to himself. It really made him happy to see you were having so much fun like he was. Most people would get salty or tired, but Y/n is just a happy and energetic person with a good heart. 

  “It’s your turn to hide, Peter!” You announced, jumping to your feet. 

  “Alright, but you aren’t allowed to tickle me when you find me!” Peter joked, crossing his arms. 

  “Oh no! I am so gonna tickle you, Pete! Just you wait!” You challenged. 

Peter rolled his eyes. 

  “Ohhh fine, but that’s only if you find me.”

  “Also, please don't climb walls or anything, and hide where I can’t even get you, okay? Because that’s not fair for me.” You said. 

  “Alright, deal.” Peter smirked. 

You counted to ninety and searched high and low for Peter for nearly thirty minutes. You were frustrated but were not giving up. Meanwhile, Peter hid in a low cabinet in the kitchen, which you hadn’t checked yet. You thought it was too obvious for him to hide in there. Peter kept himself occupied, by scrolling on his phone with low brightness and low volume. 

 You turned a corner and saw the elevator door open and Tony walk out. 

“Hi Y/n/n. You seem like you’re up to no good.” He said, squishing your face. He knew it would make you giggle and he smirked when it did. 

  “Ihihi- I’m playing hide and seek with Peter. I’ve been looking for thirty minutes!”

 “Ah, I see. Maybe he’s on the ceiling somewhere.” Tony suggested as he looked up. 

 “No. I told him not to, so that way it’ll be fair when I find him. I’ll have to be able to reach him.” 

  “Why would you need to reach him?” Tony asked.

You blushed. “Um because the game is when you get found, you get tickled.”

Tony laughed and glanced down at his phone. “Check the kitchen.” He winked and gave you a pat on the back.

 You rushed toward the kitchen and found him. He screamed because you startled him and you both laughed hysterically. He came out of his hiding spot and took off running, but you jumped on his back right as he entered the living room. 

  “No cheating!” You shouted. 

  “Fiiiine!” Peter whined, laying on the carpet. 

You straddled Peter and began tickling his tummy, causing him to scream and thrash, and he turned into a puddle of laughter under your fingertips. He nearly bucked you off, but he tried his best not to. You were laughing along with him at his adorable reactions, but made a mistake. You tried to tickle his armpits- his worst spot. 

“AHAHAHAAA NOOOHOHO! Nooo way!” Peter shouted, using his strength to fight past the tickles and tackle you to the carpet. 

  “NO PETER! NO FAIR! You can’t do that!” You cried. 

  “Oh yeah? Watch me.” Peter sassed, before scritching under your arms, making you squeak with laughter. 

You knew exactly what you had to do, but it was too hard to get away as Peter was once again reducing you to a puddle of laughter. 

  “I’m sorry, Y/n but I’m the evil tickle monster! You can’t tickle me!” He sneered, squeezing your thighs. 

Your infectious laughter fell silent and you felt as if you were glued to the carpet, but how dare Peter do this? It was so unfair! Determination filled you and you were going to win this. 

Peter then leaned down to give you a raspberry on your tummy. You saw it as your opportunity, but he blew the first one, making you squeal and giggle. Right as he was about to blow the next one, you slipped away and took off, sprinting down the hall. 

“Y/N! GET BACK HERE!” Peter yelled, running after you. 

“TONY! TONY! HELP HELP HELP!” You screamed, running toward the lab where you prayed he was. 

“NO! NO Y/N! PLEASE! NOOOOOO!” Peter freaked out, still chasing you. He knew if you got to Tony he was toast. He had to catch you. 

 “TONY TONY TONY HEEELP!”

You ran as fast as you could, calling for Tony desperately. You couldn’t take anymore of Peter’s tickling. He deserved to be tickled back. 

 “TONY HELP! TONY! Steeeve mooove!” You shouted, pushing past Steve. 

Steve was very confused as he saw you rush past him, and then Peter after you. He shook his head and leaned into the room next to him. “Buck, come get your daughter.” 

You knew you had to get Tony, even though Steve would have been able to help you. Tony was the one who would get Peter the best.

 You arrived at the lab door and tried to open it, but it was locked. You banged on the glass. 

   “TONY SAVE ME!” You turned around and saw Peter running toward you and just as he was about to snatch you up, Tony caught him. You cheered, pumping your fist in the air.

“Hellooo Peter! Not playing nice are you?” Tony questioned, squeezing him. 

Peter looked at you and gave you a pouty face.

“You really got me, Y/n.” Peter chuckled, knowing he was done for.

 Tony laid him on the ground. Peter knew better than to try to run away. 

  “Alright Y/n let me tire him out for you and then you can tickle him properly.” Tony said as he attacked Peter’s tummy. 

You were shocked as you watched Tony tickle his mentee/son to pieces. It was really adorable how he just knew all of Peter’s tickle spots. 

  “Aww come on Spider-Man! You can’t be so ticklish!” Tony teased him as Peter giggled the most adorable high pitched giggles. 

 “Mr. Stahaharrk! Pleheheheesee! I’m sohohohrryyyy!”

 “You can’t be mean to Y/n! You have to play nice, Mister Curls!” Tony lectured as he scribbled all over Peter’s torso. 

 “I knohohohooww! AHH! NOHOHOHO!” Peter lost it as Tony dug into his armpits, making Peter thrash and silent laugh. After a while, Tony stopped and pinned Peter’s arms above his head. 

  “Okay Y/n, now’s your chance to get your revenge.” Tony said. “Hurry, he can lift like 20,000 pounds. ..This really is your weakness, kid.”

 You tickled under Peter’s arms, driving him crazy. After a while, you could tell, due to his sensitivity, that he had enough. You quit and Tony let him go. 

 Peter caught his breath, still giggling as the three of you sat on the floor in the middle of the hallway. 

 “The only person I know that’s more ticklish than you.” Tony said to you, gently tickling your ear as you scrunched your shoulders. 

  “Well. That was fun.” Peter stated, sitting up. 

  “It’s late. You two need to get to sleep.” Tony scolded. 

  “Slumber party in Tony’s room!” You hollered. 

  “HEEEEEEEEEEELL YEAAAH!” Peter shouted hilariously. 

 Tony laughed to himself before standing up. 

  “Buck, come get your daughter!” 

[tickletastic]

The Golden Retrievers

Title: The Golden Retrievers

Rating: G/SFW

Warnings:N/A 

Word Count: 1476

Fandom: Marvel

Ship: N/A

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[a-simple-lee]

Sleepover

Marvel/MCU

Lee!Peter Parker, ler!Reader

Synopsis: a simple disagreement at Peter's apartment escalates into a rather one-sided tickle fight, which results in some unexpected discoveries for both you and Peter.

Author's Note: thank you to the anon who requested this!! It was really refreshing to write this scenario from the 'ler's perspective for a change! Hope you like it!

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'Don't. Say. It.' You warn, sitting forward on the floor as Peter grins; the room is getting dark as sun sets over Queens - one of you should probably turn a light on, but neither of you can be bothered, way too engaged in your debate. Aunt May is spending the weekend away, so you're staying overnight, since Ned couldn't make it.

'I'm gonna say it-'

'Don't. I'll-' A pause. The thought crosses your mind; you brush is away. The thought comes back. Screw it. You're in a 'ler mood, and you need to make someone laugh.

'I'll tickle you. Don't say it.'

Peter's eyes tell a story within the span of a nanosecond. They widen slightly; he almost backs down. Then, a glimmer of resignation; he's decided it's worth it. He opens his mouth. You interject.

'What, you want me to tickle you that badly?'

Your friend seems to hesitate, but ignores you, making direct eye contact as he continues.

'…Star Wars is, and always will be, better than Star Trek.' His expression is one akin to a hero who knows they're falling for a noble cause. He moves to get up - you're one step ahead, immediately tackling him, laughing as he yelps in surprise.

'Take it back!' You command, wrapping arms around Peter's torso. The pair of you descend into an utter mess, limbs flailing and shouting lost inbetween bouts of laughter. Before Pete has a chance to fight back, your fingers close around his sides, expertly tweaking and poking his torso to elicit a string of desperate giggles.

'Wahahait, wahahahait!' He cries, hands pushing at your wrists. There's no hint of panic in his voice, so you guess it's just a plea for mercy.

'Nah,' you grin, trying to gauge where his ticklish spots are. Your fingers trek upwards to tease his ribs, tickling between each one; you note how his laughter hitches when you go for a spot towards the back of an upper rib, and focus your attention on that, earning a string of panicked 'no's and a few hiccups. His laugh is practically addictive: sweet, and gentle, and downright adorable. You glance at Peter's face.

Oh no.

Hair messed up, eyes scrunched up slightly in mirth, a smile lighting up his features. He's blushing, hard, and you notice he hasn't said anything in a while. It's entrancing, watching him laugh. You have to rip your gaze away, trying not to stare.

'Jeez, Pete, how ticklish are you?'

'Ahahaha-okahahay, okay! I'm sorry, okahahay!' Your hands retreat; your mind is reeling, unsure how to process tickling someone properly for the first time in a while. Peter's residual giggles are the only thing keeping you grounded as you tap his shoulder.

'Hey, apology accepted. But don't make me tickle you again; you're too easy to wreck.'

If you didn't know any better, you'd say Peter looks borderline insulted, but something about his expression tells you it's more than that. You can't tell what.

'I fought back, sorta!'

'Please, you cannot call that a tickle fight.' A beat. The both of you sit still for a moment, one of you getting their breath back.

'Don't say that word.' Peter is still blushing.

'What word?'

'…the-you know, the…the one starting with t.'

'Tickle?'

'Yeah, that one.' He practically folds in on himself. Adorable.

'Did you seriously just avoid saying tickle?'

'Stop saying it!'

'That is too cute.'

No response, only an incoherent noise of complaint.

'Alright, sorry, I'll stop saying the…t-word.' You don't know why it came out like that, but you suppose it's not exactly a giveaway,

Peter freezes. 'Wait-'

'Yeah?'

'Did-you, um- this is gonna sound weird, but did you hear that from somewhere?' He asks, getting up and heading to the light switch.

You didn't think it was possible to feel the colour leaving your face.

'You mean, did I hear-'

'T-word. Did you hear it from somewhere?' Maybe he's asking about something else, you frantically reason. Nonetheless, asking your own question couldn't do too much harm.

'Wait, are you referring to what I think you're-'

'Maybe?'

'-are you a-'

'…'Lee?' Peter utters hesitantly, not quite meeting your gaze. Your heart stops. The light comes on.

'-'ler. I'm Uh- I'm a 'ler.'

The rest of the evening blurs into one of the warmest memories you'll ever make. It gets later and darker outside, but the two of you are way too engaged in your debate to go to bed.

[xokiedokie]

I’ll be with you every step of the way

Platonic Iron-dad and Spider-son

Fandom: Marvel/MCU

Description: Tony calls the Avengers together in an attempt to form friendships between past enemies. Peter is particularly nervous about meeting some of the team for the first time. Tony helps him out.

Warnings: This is a tickle fic. If you don’t like it, don’t read it.

Author’s Note: Hey! As you may have noticed, this is my first fanfiction. I don’t consider myself the best writer, but I hope it’s enough to satisfy everyone. I’ve been wanting to post something for quite a while, yet I never worked up the nerves to do it until now. I welcome any criticism that comes to mind, as I’m always looking to improve my writing! I hope you enjoy this piece of crap I spewed out, thank you! <3

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Golden rays of sunlight interlaced across leather chairs, painting a picture of aurum and auburn against its expanse. The gentle hum of the car’s engine reverberated throughout the area, joining the rhythmic whir of the air conditioning. Happy sat behind the wheel, his gaze on the rear view mirror, lost in space. But oh, even as the ambience of melancholy laced through his veins, Peter really, absolutely, positively did not want to be there.

Thor. The great, all powerful, ever-praised Avenger, with his gleaming, coarse platinum hair, his piercing blue eyes laced with silver, staring, calculating. He was fierce. He was everything Peter dreamed to be. And no, in no reality could he handle the possibility of meeting him.

Yet there he sat, driving through the haze of his dreams. Colors blurred at the seams as he progressed, a sick feeling twisting in his gut. Oh, God.

It was an “Avenger Meet Up” that Tony insisted everyone attended. “It’s important for everyone to know who they’re working with,” he’d said to Peter, tapping a pen against his temple as he gazed aimlessly at a page of scribbles, “Remember when you used to stand in a circle and introduce yourselves in first grade? Same thing. Textbook stuff, Pete.”

Now, Peter was of course ecstatic. Meeting the entirety of the Avengers? He could hardly contain his excitement. However, though it was all nerve racking, nothing caused his blood to curtle quite as much as the great and powerful Thor himself.

Attempting to steady his shaking hands, Peter balanced himself against his knees, tilting forwards. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to meet Thor. No, not at all. It was his fear of making a bad impression. What worse than to embarrass himself in front of him? The thought caused his gut to wrench in pain. Peter exhaled, ignoring the look of curiosity his mentor wore beside him.

After a few more moments of silence, Tony sighed with finality. “Alright,” he removed his sunglasses, slapping his free hand on Peter’s shoulder. “What’s up, Pete? And don’t say ‘nothing,’ because that’s bullshit.”

“Oh,” Peter stammered, waving his trembling hands in the air. The last thing he wanted was for Tony to know how nervous he was. He was Spiderman! Crime-fighting, butt-kicking, web-slinging Avenger. This was nothing in comparison to some of the things he had to deal with. Noticing the sudden burning sensation behind his eyes, he straightened his composure.  “Uh, no, um, it really is nothing, Mr. Stark.”

Tony tsked. “Peter.”

“I just, it’s just— is it hot in here? It feels hot. I think we should turn down the AC—“

“Kid, c’mon.”

Peter groaned in defeat, shaking his head. Cars honked in the background, the sound echoing throughout the morning air. The smell of candy filled his senses as they passed some roadside shops, the scent sweet and syrupy. He wished he could fade away into the essence of it, to hide from this confrontation, to be anywhere, anywhere but here. “I- I don’t know, Mr. Stark.” He mumbled at last, shrugging with somewhat of a sheepish expression. “Just nerves, I guess.”

Iron-man’s features softened. He leaned back against his chair with a creak. “You know, Pete,” He said, glancing at the people outside as they passed in a blur. “A lot of the Avengers admire your guts.”

Peter perked up at that, turning his gaze towards Tony. “Really?”

“Really.”

“They said that?”

“Quite a few of them, actually.”

Peter smiled, one of happiness growing. It came from deep inside to light his eyes, spreading across every part of him. However, his smile faded just as quickly as it appeared, disappearing into nothing more than a simple twitch of the mouth. “What about, uh, Thor?” He asked, voice light and airy.

“Thor?” Tony repeated. He shook his head, staring at the roof of the car as he thought it over carefully. “No, I haven’t heard him say anything. But that doesn’t mean--”

“Ugh,” Peter whined. He buried his face between the crevices of his fingers. “I knew it! He hates me.”

“What?” Tony shook his head in bewilderment. “No. Come on, Pete. Thor has just as much of a reason to respect you as everyone else does.”

Peter sighed. Stretching, he raised his arms above his head, shirt riding up as he did so. A thin line of milky white appeared just above his pant line, revealing the softness of his skin. “I don’t know.” He muttered, gazing out the window. “What if he thinks I’m weird?”

“He won’t, kid. I promise.” He reached out, delivering a quick poke to the boy’s belly. “Now, pull down your shirt.”

Peter yelped, doubling over in one swift movement and successfully trapping Iron-man’s hand. Tony stared, taken aback by the sudden action. His eyes trailed from his hands to the kid’s flustered face, with a cherry hue against his cheeks, his lips contorted into a smile. Tony raised his eyebrows.

“Did I hurt you?”

If possible, Peter’s went ten shades darker. He bit his lip, squirming in his position, having yet to free Tony’s hand. “Um,” He stuttered out between quick intakes of breath, “No?”

“You sure? Because if you’re injured—” Much to Peter’s dismay, Tony began kneading into his stomach, searching for a nonexistent wound. He squeaked and squirmed, successfully trapping Tony’s hand even more. “Mr. Stahark!” He gasped, a few stray giggles escaping his lips. “Quihit it!”

Tony stopped, rendered even more confused than before. He studied his hand, before a wave of realization washed over his face, and his lips twitched into a smirk. Oh, that dreaded smirk. Just a subtle tug at the corner of his lips, the narrowing of his eyes and a tilt of his head, and Peter was at a loss for breath.

“Oh. You’re just ticklish.” He wriggled his fingers a bit at that, purposely this time, and Peter swore he nearly died. He scrunched his eyes closed, strained giggles flowing from his mouth as Tony just watched in amusement. “Is that it?”

“Nohoho! Cuhut ihit ouhohout!”

Peter had always been unbearably ticklish. It was a weakness he prayed nobody would figure out. Of course, everybody did in the end, as it wasn’t very easy to hide. Now, Tony Stark? It was one thing for him to know he was ticklish. It was a whole other thing for him to exploit it. Peter had never felt so utterly embarrassed in his life.

Happy sighed in the front as Peter’s childlike laughter filled the area. He pressed a button, causing a thin separator to rise from seemingly nowhere, blocking their view of him. However, nothing could hide the faint smile on his lips as the wall closed in between them.

Tony slowed his fingers until they lay completely still at Peter’s belly, buried in his skin. “Okay,” he teased, “Well, you have to let me go first.”

Peter whined as Tony’s fingers sat unmoving against the ticklish nerves in his stomach. His lip lay tucked beneath his teeth as he contemplated a safe escape. If he sat up, he’d leave himself vulnerable and susceptible to an attack, but he certainly couldn’t stay there.

“Can’t you just, uh, pull your hand out?” Peter asked sheepishly, a blush at his ears.

“Well,” Tony mumbled. He moved his hand a bit, fingers brushing against Spider Man's stomach and causing the boy to let out a rather high pitched yelp.

“Okahay, stahap!” Peter cackled. “Unngh.” He rolled to the side as much as the seat belt would allow, squirming until Tony’s hand slid free.

Tony sniggered at the mess of a boy before him, flustered, childlike bubbliness bursting at the seams. He really was just a kid, despite his Spider-Man display. His hair lay sprawled against his forehead, his eyes barely visible beneath his lashes as he squeezed them shut. He was, overall, just a teen trying to find his way. Tony smiled.

“Ya know, you really wouldn’t want the bad guys to figure this out.” He chuckled, squeezing the boy’s side.

“Ahah!” Cackled Peter, prying at his mentor’s fingers. Somehow, the feeling rendered his spidey-strength useless. His mind felt too foggy and giddy to decipher the situation at hand, leaving him as nothing more than a flustered pile of giggles. “Dohohont!”

“Why not?” Tony asked, curious fingers now prodding at Peter’s ribs, searching for the weakest one. His bottom rib appeared to be particularly sensitive. “Don’t tell me Spider-Man is giving up already!”

“Shuhut uhuhuHAHA!” Peter threw his head back when Tony’s fingers found his belly once more, poking and spidering against his shirt-clad skin. Unbearable little shockwaves shot throughout his body as his tummy suffered ruthless attacks from Tony. He writhed and kicked, helpless giggles escaping him, leaving his lips in bubbly little spurts.

“We’ll need to modify your suit to protect you against future tickle attacks. I’m thinking thicker material around your midsection?”

“MR. STAHAHARK!”

“Tell you what,” Tony said, his fingers inching towards a small patch of skin, now exposed due to his shirt riding up. Peter shivered. “You stop laughing, and I’ll stop tickling you.”

“Thahahat’s not faihahriHAHAHA! NNHhah!” Peter let out a rather unmanly squeal as Tony’s hand slipped under his shirt, fiendish fingers now skittering across his skin. He scrunched up his face, batting at Tony’s hand, before giving up and sinking back against the chair. “AHAHaaahh!”

“You’re not off to a great start.” Tony laughed. He scribbled against his tummy, reducing the kid into a giggly heap of ticklish goo.

“P-pleHEHEase—“ Peter’s laughter faded into little hiccups as Tony found his lower belly, focusing his attention there. Peter drummed his heels into the car seat, back arched, hands retreating to cover his blushing face.

Any previous anxiety had been completely forgotten at this point, tucked away into the back of Peter’s mind as if it had never existed in the first place.  Tony smiled at the mess of a boy now before him, happy to see him laugh. He didn’t laugh enough anymore, not after the whole dying-and-coming-back-again ordeal. He hated to watch the once vibrant boy change into what he had— lifeless, depressed, colorless. It was almost as if his laughter brought back the flurry of colors that made Peter Parker who he was, who he was supposed to be.

“Where else are you ticklish?” Tony asked, amused.

“NOHOWHEREHHERE!”

“Nowhere? Are you sure?” He trailed his fingers upwards, grabbing hold of Peter’s arms and holding them above his head. “What about... here?” He drilled his thumb into one of his underarms. He had to tighten his grip on Peter’s wrists as he yanked at his hands in dismay.

“AhAHa NOHOHah!”

“Aha! You little liar. Well, that’s not good, is it?” He scratched his fingers against the sensitive skin, clawing and prodding and doing everything else possible to torture the poor boy. His fingers were surprisingly skilled, knowing exactly what buttons to push to drive him up the wall.

He explored every little ticklish spot he could find, from his neck, Peter spluttering and giggling as Tony fluttered his fingers against it, all the way down to his hips, where he absolutely lost it, cackling and bucking and shaking his head as tears of mirth painted an iridescent picture along his cheeks.

It was when Peter’s laughter came out in ragged, exhausted breaths that Tony finally ceased, helping pull the kid’s shirt back down. He panted, chest rising and falling almost as fast as his heart raced. Slumped back against his seat, his eyes heavy, lips parted ever so slightly as his breath wavered in the silence.

“That,” he gasped, eyes wide and dazed, “Was awful.”

Tony laughed, patting the kid’s shoulder. “You feel better though, right?”

“Yeah.” Peter hiccuped, holding his stomach. He really did feel better, more free and upbeat. Though he was still nervous, he was far less so than before. He smiled a genuine smile, turning to Tony. “Thanks, Mr. Stark.” He paused to catch his breath. “But please don’t ever do that again.”

“No promises.”

The thin veil separating them from Happy retracted into itself. Happy’s face appeared in the mirror, smug. “We’re here.”

A large coffee shop came into view, very few cars parked around it. Tony had rented it out for the time being, not to anyone’s surprise. Tony could do anything, almost.

It was a bit of a strange meeting place, Peter thought. He didn’t understand why they couldn’t just meet at the Avenger’s facility. “A nice change,” Tony had said, “Besides, coffee shops are popular. What’s that one called? StripBucks, was it?”

He had received a face palm from Peter.

“You ready?”

Peter swallowed dryly as he examined the area. Faint silhouettes danced across the window, their shadows dull and plain, too many to count. The Avengers, Peter realized, stood casually in that coffee shop. He gulped.

“Yeah. I’m feeling better.”

Tony grinned, slipping on his sunglasses. “You’ll do great, Pete. I know it.”

Peter laughed as Tony ruffled his hair, causing it to stick out in jagged spurts. “Thank you.”

The door opened in a blur. He didn’t know when he left the car, but soon they were trudging towards the shop, Happy right behind them. The world seemed foggy in that moment, just a series of colors and shapes. All that mattered was the smile plastered on Peter’s face, Tony’s hand against his shoulder, and the words that seemed to echo throughout his mind as Tony nudged his arm.

“I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

[sugarfics]

Sore Loser

I’m back from the grave with a drabble that’s been sitting in my drafts for months lol. To the anon that sent this prompt forever ago if you’re still around: sorry this took so long!!

For the anon that asked: “Ah ok yay interwebs! Idk how much of a prompt this is but maybe something where Peter starts a tickle fight with Ned for whatever reason, feeling so sure that he’ll win because he’s Spider-Man, but then he’s so freaking ticklish that Ned still gets the upper hand and ends up winning? And is super teasy about it and Peter dies 😇” The world needs more interwebs fics, so I hope you enjoy!

“Damn it!”

Peter threw his controller down on the bed as Ned beat him in Super Smash Brothers for the 10th time in a row.

Ned grinned. “You may be stronger and faster than I am, but you just need to accept that I’m better at Smash you.”

“That’s it!” Fed up with his taunting, Peter launched himself at Ned, poking and squeezing his sides as he tackled him to the bed. Ned started laughing and reached to grab Peter’s wrists.

“Peheter!! Yohou’re just a sohohore lohohoseheher!”

“This is what you get for showing off! I’m fast and agile, there’s no way you can beat me in a tickle fight!” Peter grinned as he threw his best friend into hysterics.

“Twoho can plahay thihis gahame.” Ned reached up and scribbled his fingers across Peter’s lower stomach. Peter squealed and fell backwards off of Ned, only to have Ned hover over him and tickle anywhere he could reach.

“NEHEHEHED!!!” Peter burst into laughter as he futilely kicked his legs. Ned laughed triumphantly.

“I think you forget sometimes that you’re, like, a thousand times more ticklish than I am.”

Peter’s face flushed a deeper shade of red.

He yelled at Ned to shut up through his fit of laughter.

Ignoring Peter’s cries, Ned teased, “If you can’t even beat me in a tickle fight how do you think you’ll ever beat me in Smash?”

Ned moved his hands up to Peter’s ribs, knowing just how to move his fingers to reduce his best friend to a giggly mess. As he poked the spaces between Peter’s ribs, a series of squeals and high pitches giggles spilled from Peter’s lips. The corner of Ned’s mouth quirked up upon hearing the high pitched sounds coming from Peter.

“Was that a squeal?”

“NOHO!!”

“Man, you are the most ticklish person I’ve ever met. It’d be really bad if one of your enemies found out you were this ticklish.”

“NehehEHEHED! Stohohop!!” Peter flushed until the color of his face matched his bright-red Spiderman suit.

“Nah, I don’t think I will. I know you don’t hate this, or you would have used your super strength by now.”

“NEHEHED!!!”

Peter reached up and was beginning to turn the tables again as he tormented Ned’s stomach, but as soon as Ned dug his fingers under Peter’s arms he knew he was doomed. Ticklish shocks jolted through Peter’s body and with a shriek he pulled his arms as close to his torso as possible. This only trapped Ned’s hands, and Peter’s bright loud laughter rang out throughout the room.

Ned laughed triumphantly as he went in for the kill. “Admit defeat and I will show mercy!” He yelled in a dramatic voice.

Peter’s eyes were beginning to well with tears of laughter, so he finally yielded.

“OHOHOKAHAHAY!!! FIHIHINE!!”

Ned moved his fingers back down to Peter’s ribs, but didn’t stop tickling him.

“Now admit that I’m better at Smash than you are.” He said with a sly smile.

“Nehever!” Peter replied stubbornly.

Ned quickly pushed up Peter’s shirt and blew several raspberries on his bare stomach. Peter squealed as he arched his back off of the bed.

“OkahAHAHAY!! Yohohou’re better at Smahahahash thahan meheHEHEHE!!! STOHOHOP!!!” he begged.

Ned ceased his playful torment and got off of him. Peter laid on the mattress, panting. He threw an arm over his still-red face, smiling despite trying to send Ned a dirty look. He sat up after a few moments and grabbed his controller.

“You’re on for Mario Kart.”

[elevenel55]

“Tony”

Notes: Wow, thank you everybody for the kind welcome to this side of the internet, I’m so glad you liked the fic! I’m still quite nervous about writing so thank you for the feedback <3 I hope you will appreciate this one too :D sorry for the lenght, I just couldn’t make it any shorter! Again, sorry for any mistake, English is not my language but I really want to improve so any correction will be appreciated :)

So scared. 

He had been so fucking scared. 

When Tony had come home that night he had expected to find Peter in the kitchen with his bright smile widening just for him, a slice of pizza saved for the genius somewhere in the oven, maybe a quick hug when he would have passed next to him. 

He was prepared to the waterfall of questions the boy would have asked him, and honestly he was quite impatient to spend sometime with his favourite boy in the universe. He had been busy the whole week and had managed to see Peter not enough time, for his standards. But when he had stepped in the kitchen, he had found it empty.

So was the living room.

Peter knew he wasn’t allowed to the laboratory without him but Tony quickly checked that room too.

« Jarvis » asked with growing panic « Where is Peter? »

« He’s out. He took his suit a couple of hours ago, Boss. »

*

Now they were in the living room, more calm but still a lite tensed about the events.« Okay boy » started Tony, hesitantly. He had yelled quite a lot less then an hour ago, so they were both still not completely comfortable « I think we need some rules. »

Peter looked at him « Like what? »

« Like no spidermanning around without informing me or any other Avenger beforehand, I would suggest » Tony glared at him.

The boy blushed. « Oh, okay. Yes. That’s a good one. »

« And always -always- call me if you are in need. I don’t care what the problem is. I want to trust you with no riserve, but to do so I need to know that you will call me no matter what if you are in danger or in pain or in any situation that causes discomfort. Okay? »

Peter nodded again, his stare fixed to the floor. 

Tony knew that his tone so stern would have affected him, just didn’t expect the boy to take it so seriously. 

He hadn’t screamed that much, had he? 

« Yes, Mr Stark. I swear I will call you when in need. I’m sorry. »

« Third one » continued the man « Stop apologizing, at least for tonight.You can resume to do it tomorrow, if you have to, but you have said “sorry” something like four hundred times the last hour. I got it. I’m not that old. » 

Peter smiled a bit, but the fact he didn’t retorted with a joke about his age made Tony understand he was still not okay « I am sorry too, kiddo. I got a little carried away with the yelling. I was worried as hell, I never felt so close to a stroke. I always need to know where you are and if you are okay… okay? »

« Yes. I know, I’m s- » he stopped right in time and when he saw Tony smile at him he smiled back « I know, Mr Stark. » he corrected.

Tony narrowed his eyebrows « Fourth rule, probably the most important one: I’ve had enough of “Mr Stark”. »

Peter blinked « Oh. And what should I call you? »

« Well, “God” would suit. » said Tony quite serious « “Your Majesty” is not bad either. Or “superior intelligence to whom I will obey blindly”, if you rather. Pick one. »

Peter laughed loudly « They all are quite good, but I think you should put “narcissist with delusions of grandeur “ somewhere. »

Tony looked indignant. « And I dont’ think I have to mention the word “old”… or “antique”, if you prefer. Like “your antique and delusional narcisistic Majesty. » « Okay kiddo you are askin’ for it. » and before Peter could even think about running away he was pinned on the sofa, Tony looking at him with a smirk on his face. The boy knew already what was going to happen, but that dint’ help a bit, the reaction when Tony’s fingers digged into his sides was loud and hilarious as always.

« Not so antique and delusional, uhm? » asked Tony, laughing as well.

Peter was trashing around not really trying to escape but totally unable to stay still; even when Tony relented a bit he just lied there, panting, and that reassured Tony. He was good. Not upset anymore. Tony knew the boy was quite emotional and he seemed to react to his anger more than to anything else, so he had to learn how to deal with that kind of power. « So, let’s talk about names, yes? » « I rehefuse to cahhahall you “God” » said Peter while the man slided his hand up and down his side, not tickling enough to make him laugh but sufficiently to keep him giggly and squirmy under his hands. « You refuse? You are lucky I don’t really like that nickname, I think you can do better. » « Whaahaht about Jesus? Like, you were born somewhen B.C too, so… » When Tony resorted his attack with vigour Peter couldn’t say he didn’t deserve it.

« AHAHAHAHAH! NOHOHOHOHHOHSTOOOOHOHOHOPP! YOUUUHUHUHUHR MAJEHEHEEHSYHIHIHIHIH PLEASE! » he was pleading already, unable to bear that sensation that was driving him crazy. Tony drummed his fingers on his ribs, a thoughtful expression on his face « You know, I don’t think I like it that much either, I’ll leave it to Queen Elizabeth. Try again. »

Peter had just the time to muffle something about she and Tony having the same age, and yes, in retrospect, he had to admit wasn’t the smartest thing to say because of his position. Tony had looked so offended, and when he when back tickling his ribs he really put an effort in it, his fingers scratching their way up and down Peter’s upperbody, leaving no spot untickled. 

Tony enjoyed so much the carefree, light hearted laugh he was producing. Spidering -or, well, Ironmanning- his fingers on the boy’s torso he just loved the warm feeling that only bonding with Peter was able to generate in him. He knew it was reciprocate. Peter was just a kid but had experienced things that most of grown up men couldn’t even imagine, so it was nice to see him being a kid. Peter, on the other hand, was laughing his head off, trashing from side to side but never really attempting to get free, even if taking the torture was getting more and more difficult; to be honest, had he really wanted to escape from those tortorous hands he could have easily pushed Tony back and run away. He wasn’t sure ho long he could have taken, but he was willing to find out.

Those hands, though, were driving him insane, always reaching a point just below his armpits and then going back to his lower stomach, and he really couldn’t think very hard. « AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! I DOHOHOHOHN’T KNOOHOHOHW! HEHEHEHELP ME! » « You know, I think you are not concentrating enough. You are a smart kid, you can guess… Maybe you need a little incentive. » When Tony used one of his hands to pull bis arms above his head Peter panicked and started trashing around much more vigorously, his attempts to pull his arms down growing with desperation  « No no no, Mr Stark please I can’t- for real, please don’t! » « Mr Stark? Never heard of him, sorry. » And with that he dug his fingers into the boy’s armpits, and Peter pratically screamed with laughter, arching his back on the couch and almost throwing Tony off of him. « AHAHAHAHAHAAH! NOOHOHOHT-AHAHAHAHAAH THAAHAHAHAHT’S TOO MUUHUHUHAHAHAHAAHAHCH! OKAHAHAHAHIHIHIH TONY! TOHOHNY PLEAHAHAHAHSE! » Even if he was enjoying himself so very much the bilionaire stopped the tickling. « Bingo. Was it that hard? » asked, watching the boy pant and breath heavily after all that laughing. He was red in his cheeks and looked quite exausthed, but after a couple of minutes he looked quite serious.

The billionaire could see his brain working. « Tony. » repeated the boy, rolling the name on his tongue. The man simply loved hearing his kid calling him by his name, but tried to play it cool. He didn’t want to force Peter to call him that way, but “Mr Stark” just didn’t sound right anymore. « Yep, that’s my name. » he didn’t know what was going through the boy’s mind, but he would have paid any amount of money to be able to read his thoughts for a minute. « Tony… » said the kid again, now staring at him with an uncertain look. « Yes. We’ve been there. Me Tony, you Peter. Like Tarzan and Jane. But if you don’t- I mean, you can choose. I’ve had enough of “Mr Stark”, though. It’s too formal. I don’t like formal, with you. » The next thing he knew was that Peter was hugging him, and he didn’t really know why or what had he done to earn it, but wasted no time in wondering and hugged him back, holding him tight. They stayed that way for a long time. 

Peter was breathing into his neack, his hot breath tickling him but Tony had no intention to move; then he felt the boy’s lips widening against his skin « What about “Tony the Antique”? » When Tony had done with him it took a whole week before Peter dared to make another joke about his age. 

[fluffyseapancakes]

Hey! I was wondering if you could do a fic where reader finds out that Peter is ticklish and peter is like "you better not tell tony," And then reader secretly DOES and then later comes back in and pretends they didnt do anything, and then peter is suspicious and when he finds out they told tony his little secret, He starts chasing them and reader hides from him and he like teasingly calls out how he's gonna get them or something and then he finds them, then TICKLES! (lThank you! ♡)

SO CUTE, I hope you like this!

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You grimaced as your bare feet touched the wooden floors when you got out of bed. It was a bitter cold day in December and all you wanted was a warm cup of hot chocolate to jumpstart your day.

Pattering your way to the living room in your robe, you heard the familiar sounds of Assassin’s Creed coming from the TV. JARVIS had turned on the heat and you enjoyed the warm blast of air hit your face as you entered the room.

“Good morning Peter,” you smiled, your best friend turned around to look at you.

“Morning Y/N,” he grinned back, he immediately turned his attention back towards the TV and you shook your head. Peter has been coming to the Stark Tower to train every morning and evening, including on the weekends. You’ve watched him grow and mature as the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man but he was definitely still a fifteen year old teenage boy. He would arrive at the tower an hour or two early so he could play on Tony’s state-of-the-art video game system, Tony had offered multiple times that he would buy Peter the same system so he could play at home, but he always refused because he didn’t want to raise questions from his Aunt May.

You excitedly shuffled your way into the kitchen and opened up the pantry, to your relief a box of hot chocolate mix was waiting for you on the lower shelf and you quickly grabbed it. As soon as you moved it off the shelf, you noticed it was suspiciously light, you opened up the flaps and peered into the cardboard box.

Empty.

Your eyelid twitched as you stared at the box of lies. What kind of monster leaves an empty package inside the pantry? You swore there was a packet left last night and the only people who religiously drank hot chocolate was you…and Peter Parker.

“Hey Pete?” You called out, still angrily clutching the empty box in your hands.

“Yeah?” He was focused on the game and didn’t even notice that you had walked over and was sternly standing next to him.

“Did you happen to have a cup of hot chocolate this morning?”

“Die!” Peter shouted at the game, “Yeah, it was really cold on the way here.”

“So you’re telling me, you took the last hot chocolate packet, left the empty box in the pantry, and didn’t bother to tell me that we’re all out?”

“I guess, what’s the big deal Y/N?”

A frown stretched down your face and you felt your fists close slowly. Don’t punch him, you whispered to yourself, it’s not worth explaining the black eye to Tony. You knew you would actually never hurt Peter in a million years, but that thief needed to be punished. You combed through your brain for ideas and suddenly one popped up, you weren’t even sure if it was going to work but it was better than nothing.

Peter was still completely engrossed in the game and didn’t notice you crouching down next to him. Silently counting to three, you attacked his sides and wiggled your fingers as fast as you could. He let out a hilariously loud squeal and dropped the controller, he collapsed onto the floor and you quickly straddled his midsection so he couldn’t escape.

“You’re ticklish!” You laughed joyfully as you wildly tickled all over his upper body. He cackled and his face turned a deep red, you realized that he was incredibly sensitive and you wondered how no one knew about it. You noted that his ribs and sides were the most ticklish, especially when you turned your fingers into claws, and his belly was most sensitive to feather-light touches. His high pitched giggling and snorts were absolutely adorable, but you knew you should stop before he passed out.

“Y-you better not tell Tony about this,” he stammered out, his hair was a complete mess and a goofy smile was plastered on his face, “the Avengers will torture me.”

“Yeah sure,” you laughed, but you already had a devious plan formulating in your mind.

…

“Hey Tony,” you basically ran up to him, Peter was done with his training for the day so he had hopped into the shower before participating in movie night with the Avengers. Tony was in his workshop and making some adjustments to the Spider-Man suit when you broke his concentration by barreling through the doors.

“What is it Y/N?” He wiped his greasy hands on a rag and turned to face you, “If this is a complaint about tonight’s choice of movie, bring it up to Bucky.”

“It’s not that,” you couldn’t help but smile widely, “I know a secret about Peter.”

“Spill,” Tony’s full attention was on you and he crossed his arms, “he seemed distracted today, is it a crush at school?”

“Peter’s ticklish.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” he bursted out laughing, silently relieved that it was something innocent and nothing that related to Spider-Man.

“Language.”

You turned around to see Steve Rogers standing by the door, he had an amused smile on his face and raised an eyebrow at Tony’s outburst.

“We’re all waiting for you two upstairs, what’s the hold up?”

“Y/N told me something very interesting about our favorite Peter Parker,” Tony grinned and Steve leaned in with interest, “he’s ticklish.”

“Oh no way,” he laughed, mischievously rubbing his hands together, “this is going to be fun.”

…

Bucky ended up choosing Grease for movie night, much to everyone’s surprise.

“What? Guys can watch chick flicks too,” he had defended.

The Avengers settled in their usual spots on the couch, but tonight Peter was sandwiched between Tony and Steve. He didn’t think much of it, but he started to get nervous when they were sitting awfully close to him. You plopped down next to Steve instead of your spot on the floor, Peter gave you a questioning look and you just shrugged innocently.

You’ve never seen Grease before so you found yourself getting immersed in the film. The songs were catchy and everyone was humming along to Summer Nights, you wondered if you could fight in the long skirts the girls were wearing. While you were silently calculating the air resistance and the chances of the skirt getting caught on something, Peter’s loud squeal made you jump out of your seat.

“What the hell was that?” Nat clutched her chest and everyone’s eyes fell on the blushing teenager.

“It’s not my fault! Mr. Stark poked me,” he stammered.

“Man Y/N was right about this one,” Steve chuckled.

Shit.

Peter slowly turned to you with betrayal in his eyes.

“You told me you were going to keep it a secret!” He shouted accusingly.

“We never pinkie swore to it so it was void,” you slowly got up from the couch and bolted to the door.

“Oh no you don’t,” Peter sprinted after you and quickly put on his web-shooter, before you reached the exit he fired a stream of web around your legs, making you crash to the floor.

“That was not fair,” you groaned as Peter straddled your hips with a smile.

“It wasn’t fair when you did this,” he suddenly dug his fingers into your belly and you screamed at the ticklish sensations. He copied exactly how you had tortured him earlier and you were silently kicking yourself for underestimating Spider-Man. Your hysterical laughter overpowered the movie and the Avengers decided to watch you being tickled to pieces by Peter. His wiggling fingers finally hit your ribs and you nearly bucked him off from the electric shocks that went down your spine.

“O-Ok I’m sorry!” You screamed, you were sure you were going to pee or pass out from the torture.

“Then I get an entire box of hot chocolate to myself,” Peter slowly counted your ribs and your laughter was starting to turn silent.

“F-fine,” you managed to barely wheeze out. He stopped tickling you and laughed as you tried to get back your breath. Everyone suddenly remembered about the movie and turned back to the large flat screen TV.

“Aw man,” Bucky groaned, “we missed sexy Sandy.”

The Avengers’ laughter filled the room and you weakly cracked a smile, now that everyone knew about you and Peter’s sensitivities, life was going to be a bit interesting at the Stark Tower.

[fanficsandfluff]

Spiderman NWH please 😊

I always wanted brothers.

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

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

"I always wanted brothers."

"We know," Peter 1 and 2 said in sync.

Peter 3 blushed and ruffled through his own hair, smiling bashfully, "See, now you guys are making fun of me."

"No way!"

"Never!"

"Yeah! Cuz you're all 'oh he's so lonely'."

Peter 1 actually started to laugh at that, "Whehen have either of us said anything that remotely sounds like we're mocking you?"

"I think we're onto something, actually," Peter 2 chimed in, "We're bickering. Like brothers."

Peter 3 huffed.

The other two Peters exchanged a look. Peter 3's tingle sensed it a millisecond after and he narrowed his eyes.

"No. Guys," they slowly approached, "No!"

Peter 3 was wrestled down and attacked with tickles from the older and younger Peter. Cackles flowed freely and each new zap to a new spot sent the three Peters into cacophonied laughter. Because they were bonding. And having fun. And yeah, you know what? They were brothers now.

[thebest-medicine]

Could you write a cute little drabble about Peter & MJ for Valentine’s Day? If not that’s completely fine!

Her hands were soft, gentle how they eased him back against the wall. Peter swallowed hard in his throat, a blush gracing his features when MJ’s lips curled into a small smile.

The bell had rung long ago, but both had meandered about the end of their day leaving school. The only sound was the distant cheer practice from the gym.

“So, uh, happy Valentine’s Day.” Peter rushed, bringing a hand up to his hair.

“Sure is.” MJ brought her hands a little closer to Peter, starting to lean in.

His stomach felt butterflies fluttering around.

And then, it felt fingers.

“H-Hey! Wait! Ah-” Peter gasped.

“Oh my god.” MJ was snickering. “I can’t believe that worked. Well, actually..”

Peter felt much more trapped by MJ leaning against him and the wall on his back.

“Don’t….” He hesitated.

MJ’s smirk made his stomach flip again.

Fingers and a few giggles later, Peter suddenly found MJ laughing.

He caught his own breath, and he realized he was looking down at her. From about 5 feet up the wall.

“Oh my god. Did you just- just wall climb away from a little tickling?” MJ grinned.

Peter’s chest heaved with giggles and nerves.

“I might have.”

“Seeing that, it’s the best gift anyone’s ever given me. Now get down here.”

[lemonsandstrawberries]

Story Time

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), Superfamily (Tony and Steve adopt Peter Parker as their son)

summary: Reading bed time stories to your child should be soothing and calming, but not when the tickle monster comes with a visit. 

length: 963 words

a/n: this fic is a part of my 8th Stony Anniversary and is based on this prompt! hope you enjoy the fic, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated and needed!

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Story Time

There it was. One of the most beautiful things Steve had ever seen. He had lost hope for seeing it ever again. 

Not caring about people walking by and staring funnily at him, Steve pressed himself into the cool glass of the display window. What were the chances of seeing it ever again. 

After the shock had passed, Steve walked into the shop, making the small bell above the door ding and breathing in the scent of dust and old books. A sharp-looking older gentleman, who easily could be Steve's chronological age, years spent frozen included, greeted him. After a friendly chat and showing Steve around the cramped, yet impressive antique shop, Steve had left with heated cheeks and a carefully placed book in a paper bag. Somehow he would explain to Tony why he had spent a three digits number on some dusty book, while everything he needed, Tony could easily download and transfer to Steve's tablet or smartphone. 

For Steve, it wasn't just any book. It was a collection of fairy tales, with the most beautiful illustrations, the same edition he remembered from his childhood years. Growing up, Steve had been often sick, it was no secret, but the long evenings spent with fever and coughing were not so bad anymore, when his mom read stories to him. The book had no healing properties, but his mom's gentle voice, the imagination, and creativity of the tales and pages filled with colorful images were the best medicine, helping him to get better rest and recover faster. Those were one of Steve's happiest memories and one day, he hoped to repeat them with his child. The book spent many years, safely hidden away in Steve's studio, waiting for the right opportunity. The day he and Tony had adopted Peter, a small toddler with brown, fluffy hair and rosy cheeks, was one of Steve's happiest days. It took some more years until Peter grew up enough, and Steve felt confident enough with introducing his child to the special book that made his childhood. He feared Peter's reaction, knowing that his and Tony's child grew up surrounded by technology from the very beginning, but Peter's eyes shone happily the first time he saw the enormous book, framed in blue material and with embossed gold letters. A true treasure. It became their small ritual and each evening, after dinner and bath, Steve sat Peter in his lap and read his son a story, creating precious memories for both of them. Peter listened with heated cheeks to the story about the Ugly Duckling, huffed and puffed together with the Big Bad Wolf, and cried when the Pied Piper lured mice away from the town and drowned them in a river and Steve had to quickly come up with an alternative ending, meaning, that mice swam away and found a new, safe home in a wheat field. 

The father and son ritual continued, and one evening Steve had been reading The Beauty and the Beast, the part where Belle’s father becomes a prisoner in Beast's castle when he noticed Peter squirming in his arms. Steve understood, aware that it might have been a scary part for a three year old child, so he hugged Peter closer, easing him and assuring that he was safe and continued reading. The squirming didn't stop and became even more intense, but the weirdest part was when unexpectedly, Peter burst into squeaky laughter. 

"Huh?" Steve looked at his son's laughing face, not understanding what was so funny. "Peter, what -" Steve didn't finish when the riddle solved itself. He lowered the book and saw a puff of brown hair, and when he lowered the book completely, he saw his husband, sitting on the floor near the couch and holding Peter's small feet and gently running his fingers over the small sole. And the squirming and laughter were explained.

"Tony!" Steve scolded, laughing on his own and holding Peter with one hand, and trying to swat Tony with the other. "We are trying to read!"

"But Steeeeve!" Tony whined, "look how cute those tiny feet are!" he explained himself, and pressed a kiss to Peter's soft sole, the mustache additionally tickling baby's skin and causing Peter to giggle higher. 

Steve shook his head in faked reprimand. Of course, Peter was cute and Steve could just eat him up. But it was story time and sleep, not playtime, and playing the tickle monster would just make Peter excited and awake, instead of calmed down and sleepy. 

"Okay, enough of this!" Steve decided and swatted his hand in Tony's direction again. "Begone, tickle monster!"

"Begone, tickle monstwer!" Peter repeated after his papa, smiling with all twenty milk teeth he had. Tony, being the good sport, snarled and crouch-walked away, dragging his hands behind. It was a funny sight and Steve and Peter laughed some more at Iron Man's behavior and Peter turned back to Steve, settling once more in his pop's arms.

"Again!" Peter smiled, poking his small finger at the book. Steve smiled back and would resume reading, but... Peter's eyes were shining happily, his cheeks were a bit pink, and he looked like a little cream puff in his ducky yellow pajamas. There was no way Steve could resist it and perfectly understood his husband’s gentle attack.

"Pete... I think we have a problem..."

"Mmmmm?" Peter asked, his brown eyes widening. 

"I think... The tickle monster is back!"

When Steve gently ran his fingers over his son's sides and tummy, Peter squeaked, before bursting into beautiful, giggly laughter that was warming Steve's heart. What was more, the laughter had lured Tony back in, who enthusiastically took the role of the second tickle monster.

The Beauty and The Beast had to wait for a different evening. 

[fluffy-lee]

Vacation ~A Series

Spin-off of the series "Keeping Her" by @fluffy-lee

Part 1: Road Trip

Tony surprises the Avengers with a summer getaway. Y/n, being the youngest of the family, experiences her first road trip.

Part 2: Don't Push Captain America in the Pool

After arriving at the cabin, the Avengers settle in and begin the fun. An unexpected guest arrives and Y/n pushes Steve in the pool.

Part 3: Lake Day

It’s the first full day of vacation and the Avengers go to the lake. Y/n enjoys playful antics with those closest to her, but what happens when someone takes it a little too far? Lots of funny and fluffy things happen in this fic, but not everything is always perfect. 

Part 4: Summer's All in Bloom

This summer, Y/n has started to feel the urge for more independence, but navigating the trials of growing up can be confusing. That doesn't stop her from having fun though, especially with a certain web-slinger.