mcu tkl fic writer! :)

hi!! i’m a marvel tickle fic writer, sfw only!!! she/her & 19, a LEE leaning switch. inbox is closed

[babyparker11]

My MCU Masterlist!!

Characters-

Spidey bros/Spider-man/Peter Parker:

Peter 1, 2, and 3 Headcanons

Water Gun Trouble

Cleaning Time

Moonknight/Steven & Marc:

Pretending are we?

Pouncy Monster

Thor and/or Loki:

Nonsense

I always win

Actors-

Oscar Isaac:

After Filming Madness

Tickle Hugs

Pranked ya!!

Tom holland:

(i’ll make more categories as I make the fics :D)

Sentence starter/prompt fics, Drabbles, Headcanons

[babyparker11]

guess who’s been getting tickles from her boyfriend like three times already this weeeeeek🤭

[babyparker11]

so my boyfriend tickle tortures me constantly… i’m living that good life🤭

except we’re going long distance at the end of the summer bc he’s going to college down South and his parents r also moving away too…🥲

[babyparker11]

<3

awww i needed this. thank you🩷🩷

right back at ya friend!!!

[babyparker11]

guess who’s been getting tickles from her boyfriend like three times already this weeeeeek🤭

[babyparker11]

💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💌

EEEEE🫶🏻🫶🏻

[babyparker11]

💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💌

🥹❤️

thank uuuuuu

sending this to everyone reading this :)

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Finger Trap

Summary: Three has a little fun with One's latest creation.

(Anyone else know about those little finger traps?? They usually get handed out as part of the party favors at kids' parties?--Or atleast they used to 🙃--They are the hardest things to get your fingers back out of once they're fully in! ❤️ Hope you guys enjoy! :) ❤️)

"Almost . . . Almost---nononon!"

A loud thud followed.

Peter 3 set his phone down and followed the sounds. The voice sounded like it belonged to Peter 1, but the middle Peter couldn't place what the thuds were that followed. It might just be the overprotective genes in him but he decided to go and investigate.

Another thud had him quickening his pace until he finally found himself standing outside of Two's guest room.

"Come on . . . Come on . . . Wha-Oh come on!"

Three knocked on the door. "One? You okay?"

All the noises stopped. "Um, yeah! E-everything's good!"

"Then what's with all of the thudding?"

"Thudding! Nothing's thudding! Who said anything was thudding!"

Three grabbed the door handle. "I'm coming in."

"Wait!"

Peter 3 found One sitting stiffly on the bed with his hands behind his back. ". . . One."

"H-hey Three! What-what's happening?"

The middle Peter stepped further into the room. His eyes scanned the area looking for anything out of the ordinary. "What were you doing in here?"

"Just . . . Shooting practice?"

Three noted a few stray webs but they weren't on the walls or ceiling. "On your jeans?"

". . . Yes?"

Peter 3 took a few steps closer. "Then what's--?"

The conversation paused when the taller Peter's foot stepped on something. He bent down to pick up a small container that looked like pepper spray. "Web dissolvant?"

One bolted.

However, he didn't get far. Three used his free hand to pull him back by his shirt sleeve. "Where are you going?"

The youngest Peter blushed. "I-I wasn't---!"

"Why are your hands still behind your back?"

"I . . ."

"One?"

". . . Yeah?"

"Show me your hands."

The youngest sighed. "I can't."

"I promise. Whatever it is, I won't be mad."

"Th-there's nothing in my hands."

"Peter---."

"My fingers are stuck!"

Out of all of the things Three expected to hear come out his younger brother's mouth, that sentence would have never crossed his mind. "What?"

Peter One looked down at the carpet. "Y-you know those little finger traps?"

"Yeah."

"W-well, they always break when you have spider strength. So . . . I thought, 'Hey! I'm smart! Why don't I make one out of my webs? It'll stand up to spider strength!'"

"Why would---."

"So I-I did and . . . well . . ."

Three's eyes widened. "Are your fingers stuck in your own webbing?"

"In hindsight . . . Putting it on behind my back was not smart."

It took everything in Peter 3 to not start dying of laughter! He huffed and massaged both sides of his jaw to keep it hidden. He wasn't mad, just amused. Three had been a teen once. He knew all about how they got themselves into sticky situations out of pure curiosity.

So after a moment to compse himself, the middle Peter gently turned One around. Sure enough, both of the youngest's pointer fingers were securely fastened by a mess of webbing that did indeed look like a makeshift finger trap.

And Three lost it.

"Hey!" Peter One turned to kick and scowl at his older brother. "Don't laugh!"

"Ihim sohorryhy! I'm sorryhy!" Three ruffled his hair. "Ihim nohot trying to behe mehean! Ihim just relihieved wehe're not havihing aha totally different cohonversahation."

One's eyebrows furrowed together then shot up to his hairline a split second later. "Oh please no! Aunt May's was enough!"

Three's laughter redoubled. Yeah, Uncle Ben had had the same one with him and it was pretty traumatizing.

One was quiet for a bit, then joined Three in laughing. Soon, both of them were doubled over at the hilariousness of the situation.

Once his laughter was finally calmed, Three righted himself. "Ahalrihight, lehet's get thihis startehed."

One giggled.

Three studied the work on the youngest's fingers. "Can you really not get out of this?"

"Nope." One wiggled his fingers as if to prove his point. "I usually cahant."

"Usually?"

"Yeheah. Ive had similar situahations woth my weheb shooters." Peter 1's blush darkened. "Tony always had fuhun wihith that."

A slow smirk spread across Three's face. All of the questions he had about this situation clicked into place.

And it would be such a shame if he didn't give One what he was looking for.

To keep down suspicions, Three shook the can of dissolvant. "Soho what would hehe doho?"

The hairs on One's arms stood up. "Um . . . Well, he would . . . You know!"

The dissolvant slipped quietly into Three's jeans pocket. "I don't think I do. Could you elaborate?"

One groaned. "But you already knohow! Ihi know you doho!"

"Mh-hm. Would it have something to do wiiiiith . . . This?"

A moment later, Three wrapped his arms around the youngest before falling backwards on to the bed.

"Wait! What are you doing!"

Three rolled to the side with his arms still around his baby brother. "Oho, you're ahasking fohor it."

Nervous giggles spilled out of the youngest once he recognized the tone. "Dohont yohou dahare!"

"What's wrohong Uno?" Three's fingers spidered across Peter One's tummy. "Ticklish?"

One squealed. "Threhee!"

"Yohou got yourself ihin this situation Uno."

The youngest Peter squirmed in the cuddle. He may be making a vocal fuss, but he sure wasn't trying that hard to get away.

"Tell me lil Pete---."

"Nohot lihitlehel!"

Three squeezed his side. "Hush child."

Another squeak.

"Now tell me, why were you trying to make a finger trap that wouldn't break under your strength hm?"

The blush darkened.

Three crept his wiggling fingers closer and closer to his baby brother's ribs. "Why Peteeeey?"

A snort slipped out of the youngest as Three's fingers paused just under his ribs, but he made no other reply.

"Also, why did you make sure to mention that fact about Tony you getting stuck in your webs?" The middle Peter jumped his fingers up to spider along One's neck. "You didn't have to mention that information. Just like you didn't have to sit on the bed when I got here or run out of the room or even secure the trap behind your back."

Peter 1 trutled into his shoulders as his blush grew even deeper.

"So let me ask you again lil Pete--"

"Nohot littlehel!"

"Why did you make a Spiderman worthy finger trap?"

"Noho reasohon!"

"Ihi think there was a reason." Three immediately jumped back to tickle One's tummy again. "A tickle reasohon!"

By now, One's face was entirely red as he kicked out his legs and squirmed onto his back instead of his side.

However, no retort ever left his mouth.

"Oh?" Three's fingers immediately spidered to his other side. "Is this why you made it?"

"Shuhut uhup!"

"Awww, that's so cuuuute! You made a tickle trap for yourself!"

"Shuuuhush!"

"No wahay!" The middle Peter jumped his fingers up to tickle under his baby brother's chin. "Ihim never letting you live this dohown!"

"No!"

"And I'm making sure Two hehears about yohour adorable idehea."

"Jeherk!"

By now, Three's fingers were tickling behind the youngest's ears. "Cutie!"

One's face managed to get a shade of red darker and his giggles got even higher pitched. He pulled his knees up to his chest, his feet kicking up and down adorably.

"Ihi don't mind ihif yohou ask for tickles Petey." Peter 3 wormed his fingers into One's ribs. "Buhut it's adorable toho sehee the ways you come up wihith to ahask for them."

The loudest squeal yet erupted out of One's mouth. He slammed his legs back down into the bed.

"Wohow. Big squeal for such aha little guhuy."

"NOHOT LITTLEHEL!"

"Absolutely itty-bitty tiny little Spider dude."

"SHUSH YOHOU STUPIHID HEHEAD!"

Peter 3's fingers froze. "Stupid head?"

One took a moment to gather his breath before he smirked at Three. "Y-yeheah! Bihig stupid hehead!"

The older of the two growled. "Sassy are we?"

"So whahat? Whahat are yohou going toho doho about ihit?"

"Oh, I'll show you exactly what I'm going to do!"

With all of One's squirming, his shirt had twisted up, leaving most of his torso exposed. So Three took the opportunity to dig into his bare tummy and ribs.

"I'm going to do this!"

The youngest Peter's eyes were screwed shut while loud laughter poured out of his mouth.

"Are you going to behe sassyhy again?"

Peter 1 nodded his head.

"Well atleast he's honest." The middle Peter wormed his fingers into One's armpit. "Buhut that's not ahalways the best policyhy."

The youngest curled on to his side, unintentionally pinning Three's hand in place.

"What's that?" Peter 3 wiggled even more. "You want me to stay in this spot?"

"NAAAAA--."

Three paused his tickles as all other retorts from the youngest fizzled out into snorts. "Yohou gohood?"

One nodded. "Yeheah."

"Good." Three ruffled his curls. "Wouldn't want to kill ya."

A moment later, the youngest rolled over and wrapped Three in a hug.

"Waaait a minute." Peter 3 lifted One's arm so he could study his fingers. "What happened to your finger trap?"

"Oh! Uhum . . . Wehell . . . My wehebs mahay or may not disintegrate ahafter aha certain amount ohof tihime?"

"Awww. Guess you'll just have to rebuild it again for next tihime."

Peter 1's blush returned full force. "Shut uhup!"

"Or maybe next time we can just, I don't know." Three gently ground his knuckles into the top of One's head. "Use our words ahand ask for them."

One playfully pushed at Three's arm. "Yohou fihirst."

Immediately, Peter 3 felt his own face flush bright red. "Shut up!"

One managed to escape Three's hold. "You cahant make meee!"

Three chuckled before chasing after Peter 1. "Get back here yohou little stinkeher!"

"Nohot littlehel!"

"But definitely a stinkeher!"

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

In Need of Stimulation

Summary: Peter 3 needs stimulation and chooses to bug Peter 1.

(Felt good to write a tickle fic again! ❤️ :) This has been one of the busiest seasons I've had in a while and I missed having the time and headspace to write what I love ❤️ Hope you guys enjoy and have a Happy Monday ❤️ :))

Peter 1 jumped when a hand tazered his side. "EEP!"

"Hiya Bug!"

Peter 1 rolled his eyes, but a smile pulled up the corners of his mouth. He couldn't be mad at Three. He knew the older Peter was just looking for stimulation and knew he could get it from his brothers' attention.

However, it was fun not to give in straight away. So One purposefully turned back to his Science homework.

A whine escaped the older Peter. "Come on Peeeeete."

One turned the page of his Science book.

"Uno!"

The youngest bit back a smile.

"Peteeee!" Thee poked his side. "Don't ignore meeee!"

One moved to the side but still kept his eyes on his page.

"Hey!"

"Ack!"

One's Science work clattered to the floor as he was pulled into Three's arm.

"H-hey!"

Three swung his brother back and forth. "Unoooo!"

One sighed. "Yehes?"

The older Peter grinned. "Hi."

"Can I go back to my work now?"

"No way!"

"Dude--."

Three angled One upside down so his lower back was on the back of the couch and his neck and head were resting on the seat of the couch. "You need a break!"

"What?"

Any further protests were cut off by a bout of laughter as Three attacked the youngest's tummy with tickles. One arm stayed securely around One's back to keep him from squirming away, but that did not dissuade him from trying his very best. His legs kicked as he squirmed around in Three's hold.

"Gootchie gootchie goo baby brother!"

"Noho! Threhee!"

"I got your tummy! I got your tummy!"

"Naaa! Leheave myhy tummyhy alohone!"

"But he's so lonelyyy!" Three scribbled around. "My fingers are keeping him company."

"Noho!" One snorted. "Thehey're bahad ihinfluehences!"

"They're the best of influences!"

"Theheyre horrihiblehel!"

"You dare insult my finger friends!"

One nodded as a snort slipped out.

"Just for that!"

Before One could ask, Three unleashed a round of raspberries into the youngest's tummy.

One squealed! His older brother just had to play dirty and break out the raspberries. They were a terrible weapon. Especially with the facial hair Three did have on his face!

After a few more raspberries, One tugged on Three's hair.

The older Peter chuckled as he lifted his head. "Ahall tickled ohout?"

One shook his head. "J-uhust beherried ohout."

"Is that so?"

A blush spread across One's face as Three smirked. "Shut uhup!"

With an ever growing grin, Three lifted One's legs and rolled him onto the seat of the couch.

The youngest bounced. "Oof!"

Before he could get up, Three jumped over the back of the couch and onto the youngest. He sat on One's lower back. "Round two?"

"Shuhut up!"

"Nah." Three skittered across One's shoulder blades. "I think I'll tease you instead."

The youngest dissolved into squealish laughter.

[babyparker11]

*SQUEEEEE🦋* 🥰

[raine-the-ravioli]

Fuck it I'm starting a tag thing

Put one out of context picture in your camera roll and tag at least 2 people

@prisencolinensinainciusol09 @professional-termite @jules-n-gems

[shidoukirisakislawyer]

Thanks for the tag, Emery darling <3

Had to cut the reblogs, cause goddamn, that was long!

Technically not out of context if you are into MILGRAM, but probably enough to raise a brow with most my moots

Anyways

Tagging: @herr-aka-somecutenerd @starsaver94 @sparkleonsayori @craftygamer256 @froggy-with-a-hat @kazuikisser + anyone else that's interested

[froggy-with-a-hat]

Seal ascending to god hood

Tags! @ninatheredhead @fallen-mist @craftygamer256 @sparkleonsayori

[ninatheredhead]

Baby burrito Yoda

Tags: @gladdygirl18 @blackcat2907 @araccoonthatlikesmurder @randommusicalfluff

[randommusicalfluff]

@totaldramafluffstuffz @pocky-dragon @amazingmsme

[pockysfluffiez]

If you know you know

@parker-fluff @an0ma1y-th3d0ma1y

[an0ma1y-th3d0ma1y]

serj.

@just-a-fluffy-knight @parker-fluff (I don’t have many moots💔💔)

[just-a-fluffy-knight]

(thanks for the tag friend!!)

@babyparker11 @sweettallahassee

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

@babyparker11 @parker-fluff Care to join? 😁

[babyparker11]

lolll so fun!! @parker-fluff

[malacheezyy-deactivated20250602]

"tickle tickle tickle~" this 😬 and "kitchykitchycoo~!!" that 🙄 yK WHAT REALLY FUCKS ME UP?? "Tktktktktktk!!~" LIKE. FAMILY GUY DEATH POSE. AND REPEATEDLY TOO??? LIKE LITTLE FLURRIES OF "Tktktktktk!!~" JUST GO AHEAD AND CREMATE ME DAWG I'M SIX FEET UNDER 😭

[marvelouslyfluffy]

😶🙈

[parker-fluff]

Sigh

[babyparker11]

this.

[shyblondelee]

I really really really want a playfight right now that ends up with me being a giggling mess on the floor because they found out I was ticklish halfway through.

[babyparker11]

Thank you it did help a little❤️. And I do think your fics are cute. They always give me butterflies 🥰

eheek thank u!!! that’s my goal🥰

[babyparker11]

I wanted to know how to write a good tickle fic. I’ve wanting to write one for ages but I don’t know where to start

oh my! well, i haven’t written many and i don’t know if mine are what’s considered “good” but i can give u some advice on how i started :)

think of the group of ppl in the fic. the lees lers etc. and then think of the scenario you’ve always wanted to see happen irl or on the screen etc! then draw inspo from other creators ways of writing like i did and take it slowly from there!

the key is to enjoy the process and it shouldn’t feel like a chore, let it be fun!! i hope this helped a little!!

[babyparker11]

Happy Birthday 🎉🎉🎉🎉

May you get many tickles

EHEEK THANKS FRIEND🤍🤍

[babyparker11]

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY BABY PARKER‼️‼️🎉🎉

(I hope you had a rlly good day friend :])

EEEEE ILYYYYY THANK UUUU❤️

AAAAAAAA😭🥰

[babyparker11]

i forgot to say it but it was my birthday yesterday!!! (11th of Jan) and im 17 now!!🤭

[babyparker11]

hello I wanted to ask you a question if that’s ok ☺️

hi! yes ofc!! ask away! :D