Elevenel

Italian, 24 years, Potterhead, Avengers' fan.

[elevenel55]

Basketball training

Notes: The world need more Billy/Steve tickle fic, don’t you think?? Please forgive any grammar mistake, I’m still trying to learn proper english!  Hope you like it :)

Steve let out a frustrated grunt. He was exhausted. 

<< Oh come on, Pretty Boy, are you even trying? >> 

<< I’m trying really hard not to kill you, you idiot, you should appreciate the effort! >> retorted Steve catching his breath while Billy ran towards the basket and made another goddamn point.

<< You have to concentrate, Stevie. Move faster, think less. >> All I can think about right now is you, sweaty and handsome, on me. 

<< You are so good at thinking less, aren’t you? Sometimes I wonder if you ever think at all... >>

Billy laughed and threw the ball at him, who caught it and started dribbling the orange, heavy ball. He threw the ball to the basket, scoring a point, but free throws were not a problem for him. The problem was trying to obstacolate and stop the wonderful blonde boy who managed every single time to pass through him and fucking score.

A few minutes later it was Billy’s turn to do a few free throws, and Steve was so peeved by the other boy’s remarks and his lack of results that wanted to just leave the court and go smoke a cigarette with Billy.

The blonde dribbled the ball a few times before getting in the right position for a throw, and Steve was right behind him to watch his movements -and his ass-.

Without even thinking he did something he had wanted to do for a while now: he jabbed at Billy’s side, scratching a little the naked skin.

The reaction was hilarious.

Billy jerked away immediatly with a surprised squeak, and the ball didn’t come even close to the basket.

<< Harrington! >> he growled, undignified.

<< What? >> he asked, all innocent and angelic, trying to hide a satisfied smirk. Oh, the training would have been much more fun now.

<< I’m gonna rip your hands, Harrington. >>

<< Sure, sure. Come on, try again, show me how to do that properly. >> Billy shook his head, trying really hard to hide his own smile; he dribbled the ball a little, eyeing Steve who was so damn close to him, and when he lifted his arms to throw the ball Steve’s hands landed on his hips, tickling him like crazy.

<< Hahahaharringtohohn! >> Billy laughed, squirmig so so much, a huge smile spreading.

<< Yes? Tell me, is it necessary to wriggle and giggle that adorable way to score a point? >> he asked teasingly, this time not stopping his tickling but following Billy as he stepped back; the blonde boy was trying to be stoic, and to give Caesar what is Caesar he lasted a few moments before giving in to fully, belly laughing like a maniac.

He didn’t even know he was that fucking ticklish since he was a child the last time someone tried to do that, and had it been anyone but his Pretty Boy he would have broke his bones already; but it was his Pretty Boy, and Steve was smiling so brightly while tearing him apart, and he didn’t even feel ashamed to be laughing like an idiot, squirming like a fish out of water. Moreover, he was kind of enjoying the tickling itself, even if he would have never admitted it aloud.

Steve’s hands were running lightly up and down his sides now, scratching a little bit his skin here and there, and it was driving him insane.

<< Fuhuhuhuhck! Stohohp stohohohp! >> he asked, batting those evil hands away.

Steve finally stopped << This is precious, Billy Hargrove. >> << God, I’m so gonna kill you someday... >> And then, knowing perfectly well what would have happened, they returned to their training; everytime Billy had the ball and tried to move to the basket, Steve would wiggle his fingers against the toned skin of his stomach or would dig into his ribs, and Billy would yelp, laugh and drop the fucking ball every single time. When they were close enough, Steve would run his hand on his stomach, drawing circles there, making him giggle and lose the ball.

<< GOHOOHOHD I HAHATE YOU! >> almost screamed Billy after a good half an hour of that. << There’s no need to call me “God”, you know? “King” is more than acceptable. >> Honestly, Steve was pretty surprised by Billy’s reaction. He had hoped the boy wouldn’t get angry or feel discomfort, but that was so much beyond his excpectations: Billy was clearly having as much fun as he was, and that made him full of joy and pleasure.

That teasing, in addition, was effecting Billy very much, which was fun and kind of exciting at the same time.

With a low growl Billy tried once again to dribble and he started running through the court, this time determined to not let Steve’s goddamn tickling distract him, but when he felt the boy’s fingers on his hips his determination faltered. He gritted his teeth and suppressed a fucking giggle and kept going towards the basket, unable to fully stop squirming because those damn hands were lightly scratching his back and his sides.

<< Oh wow, so stoic. Impressive, Billy Hargrove, very impressive. >> << Suhuht up! >> he ordered not really convincing, and then lifted his arms to throw once more the ball and score another point. The moment he was going to actually launch the orange ball towards the basket though some evil, cruel fingers shottend under his arms and everything was lost.

<< AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH! >> He laughed, the ball already forgotten, clamping his arms down and squirming like never before << NOHOHOHOH STOHOHOP! STOHOHOP! >> << Ask me “please”, and maybe I’ll stop. >> But Billy was now unable to pronounce any word as he just sank to the floor, laughing and laughing while Steve’s fingers dug deeper in his armpits.

<< It’s not that difficult, you know? Just be gentle for once. >> he said, still scratching and scratching while Billy Hargrove was howling with laughter. Billy moved his head side to side and trashed a lot, but never actually tried to stop Steve or grab his hands, and they both knew perfectly well that it would have been incredibly easy for him to do that.

That only encouraged Steve to keep going, moving his hands now up and down his sides, pinching the super sensitive flesh of his stomach, digging between each rib and returning up near his now very well defended armpits.

<< NOOHOHOHOAHAHAAH! PLEAHAHAHAHASEEHEHE STEEHEHEHEHVE! AHAHAHAAHAH! >> << Oh, pleading are we? That’s interesting. I like hear you pleading, you know? Do that again. >>

<< PLEAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHSEEHEHEHAHAHAHAAH! I CHAHAHAHANT! >>

Steve slowed down a bit, scratching gently his skin now, keeping him pinned on the floor << Sooooo, do you give up? >> << Yeheheheheheehehs you fuhuhcking imbecile! I gihihihive, I giihihihihvehehehahahahah! >> Steve tickled him a little more but then stopped, laying down next to Billy, watching him with bright -loving?- eyes.

Billy was completely exhausted, all red in the face, with a huge smile on his face, still squirming on the floor even if the tickle attack had ceased.

<< You are soooo ticklish, Billy Hargrove, that’s amazing. >> << I hate you, Steve Harrington, you know that? >> << Nah, you love me. >> Yes, I do. They just stayed there for a long time, next to each other, both a little aroused and scared and happy.

<< Harrington? >> << Mmh? >> << You know that the moment I catch my breath you are going to be tickled to death, right? >> Not that Steve really tried to runaway then, but it was a little pathetic how fast Billy managed to catch him. Who would have told that? Steve Harrington was amazingly ticklish.

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[elevenel55]

I missed Tom Holland

Tom Holland was just a few hours of train from me and I couldn’t go and try to kidnap him and force him to love me. Just kidding, it would have been love at first sight, I know it. My life is miserable.

[elevenel55]

Brothers

Notes: Okay I have an exam in a few hours and instead of sleeping I ended up writing this, I don’t really know why. Hope you like it, I never managed to find fics about Clay and Justin and even if I didn’t like the second season at all I still love them both <3

Clay and Justin had been officially brothers for a couple of months now, and they were getting along quite well. None of them had excpected that to go that well, but they were really close now and their bond was growing deeper and deeper.

« I’m seeing Jessica after school, tomorrow. We’ll have lunch at KFC. Do you want to come? »

« As if I would ever say “no” to KFC. Can Tony come too? » he asked, poking Justin in the ribs to catch his attention as the boy had started typing at his phone.

Phone that almost fell to the floor as the boy jerked away from the touch.

There was a moment of silence.

« Oh my God. » Clay was incredolous.

« Shut up. » growled the other boy, glaring at him.

Clay moved forward and Justin tensed up « Jensen, don’t you even think-, I swear, if you touch me… » 

« You can’t even finish a sentence, that’s amazing. You must be ridicolously ticklish, man. » the boy grinned widely, stepping closer and closer to Justin who looked a little bit panicked now. 

« Jensen, come on! » he whined, eyeing for the door which was way too far.

« Are we back to “Jensen” now? I thought we were past that » said Clay, smirking, now his fingers on Justin’s sides.

The other boy squirmed immediatly, falling backwards to the bed.

« Clahaahy don’t! » he exclaimed suppressing giggles already.

To see them that playful was quite rare, actually, so it was a precious moment for both of them.

Most of the time they were grumpy and gloomy and they were busy thinking too much about too serious issues.

All they had been through had left them scarred in too deep to be two normal seventeen kids. They were grown up men in teenagers bodies… at least most of the times. 

« You know what just popped in to my head? You stole my bike. » said Clay, squeezing his sides making him yelp and bark laughs even if Justin was trying his best not to give in to fully laughing « Not very brothery, I would say! »

« Thahat’s exactly whahahahat a- brohohther would do! » replied Justin, his hands on Clay’s to try stop him in vain « I wahahas just training for- God CLAHAHAHY! » 

The boy had reached a particularly sensitive spot just above his hips and now he was lost in giggles and laughs and he couldn’t just stay still even if he was trying to.

Justin’s life had been quite dramatic, with his mom being a junkie and her lovers being abusive and violent; Jessica had been the first and only one in his life to show him love, affection, compassion. 

But what he had with Clay… It was something else. It was deeper.

If anyone else had tried to tickle the hell out of him Justin would have found a way out, maybe even fought a way out; but seeing Clay smile that way, when he hadn’t been smiling for months… well, he just couldn’t ruin that.

Moreover he was quite surprised himself of how ticklish he was, and how that experience was making him feel closer to his stepbrother.

Soon Clay was tracing his fingers up and down, squeezing his sides, scratching his stomach and belly, making him laugh and laugh with no control, and for a guy who had been a bully it was quite a change. Not a bad one, actually.

« Ohohoh my Gooohohohohhod! » Justin was quite sure he would have gone insane. It was just too much, the ticklish sensation had made him so weak all he could do was just lay there and shook his head, squirming everytime Clay’s fingers found a hyper sensitive spot. Just above his hips, right in his navel, in the hollows of his armpits.

« CLAHAHAAY! Pleahahahashe stoppp! » 

« Mmh. I don’t know. Have you something to say about stealing my bike? » he questioned still scratching every spot on his upperbody.

Clay was smiling all along and he looked…happy. Simply as that.

It took a while before Justin managed to answer that, both because he had been too busy laughing and because he didn’t really want that moment to end.

« I’m soohohohohohrrryihih! I’m sorryahahahaahah stoohohohohp! »

Clay finally stopped, even if he would have gone on and on for a long time, if it depended on him.

The two of them were still smiling, but at some point while Justin was trying to catch his breath Clay’s expression changed a bit; suddenly he wasn’t so playful anymore, like a bad thought changed his whole mood.

Justin looked at him; he was worried that his new brother was gonna say something like “Hannah was ticklish too”, so, before Clay’s mind could go too far, he launched himself over the other boy, pinning him down.

Clay’s eyes went wide, immediatly forgetting about Hannah « Justin, remember I welcomed you into this house and- ahahnd I helped youhuh- »

« Trust me, I will never forget it, and I’ll never thank you enough for that. That’s why I’m doing it, brother.  Well, partly, at least. I seek for revenge. »

And they found out that Clay Jensen was incredibly ticklish too, which, in the future, would have made their wrestling matched quite even.

[gulegardiner]

i just made myself tear up because i realised that it was more armie tickling timmy than oliver tickling elio rip 

[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. 

[elevenel55]

Cheating

Notes: OMG, I’m just sooo scared and excited right now. This is my first tickle fic and english is not my first language, so please be patient and have pity on me, any correction will be more than appreciated! I also hope that you enjoy the fic, I am just so in love with these two, the whole world needs more ticklefics about them! Please let me know if you like it :) It was a warm, peaceful evening at the Stark compund, and Peter and Tony were sitting on the sofa. It had been a busy day, they had been working all day at the suits and now they were just chilling. Peter was visiting the compound almost everyday now and his and Tony’s bonding was growing stronger day by day. It was great for the both of them to have someone to talk the genius language with, and someone to talk about everything in general. Anyway, they were not exactly chilling since they had decided to play some videogames. Superheroes tend to be a little too competetive.

<< Oh come on! >> snapped Tony, furious with his player who had just kicked the ball miles from the football goal.

Peter took immediatly advantage of it and his Cristiano Ronaldo was running with all might. << You know >> said Peter, grinning << You should be used to lose. Why do you still get so angry? >> << You know >> retorted Tony << You should stop being so damn cheesy, Spiderboy. >>

And then something weird happened. Cristiano Ronaldo turned around and started running the wrong way, aiming for Real Madrid football goal even if Peter was pushing all the bottons to make him go the right way or al least pass the ball to some other player. When he scored an own goal and Tony started moking him, Peter made the connection.

<< That’s cheating! >> exclaimed Peter, indignant << You tampered my joystick! >> Tony was laughing so hard now he could hardly reply << I didn’t tamper the joystick! …Only the whole game. >>

Peter looked at him in disbelief. He was admitting it so openly?

And Peter did something unpredictable, surprising himself too: he pinched the man’s side a couple of times, earning a sudden and surprised yelp from Tony. << Ehi! >> squeaked the man, totally unprepared.

He glared at Peter trying to look menacing and stern, but the boy grinned at his expression and squeezed his side again; this time Tony’s lips widened in a smile as he tried to hold back a chuckle << P-Peter, nohoh! >> 

But Peter was delighted by the reaction of the man and he just couldn’t stop right now; a few seconds later Tony thrown the joystick somewhere over the sofa because he needed his hands to try -in vain- to protect himself, laughing his head off as Peter’s hands were scratching his sensitive skin. Tony couldn’t even remember the last time someone had tickled him, let alone that way. Maybe the guys of the team squeezed his sides to get his attention from time to time, but a full tickling session was something he hadn’t been in for ages. And damn, he was ticklish as hell.

When he ended up laying on the sofa laughing like a maniac and Peter followed him crawling next to him there was a moment of uncertainty; clearly Peter was wondering if he was overstepping some limits. He looked uncertainly at Tony, clearly he was going to back down at any sign of discomfort, but the billionaire just smiled and didn’t even try to move or push his hands away, which was quite explanatory. The fact that Peter had initiated the contact had made him so, so happy. It was a first time, actually, and he was so glad Peter had finally found himself at ease enough to do so, and to do something so intimate. He didn’t have much time to be grateful, though, because soon ten small and skilled fingers were dancing again over his stomach and his sides and he was now lost in laughter.

<< Pehehehter cohohohomoooon! >> he was trashing around trying really hard not to kick the boy inadvertently << Nohohoh-AHAHAHA! THAHAHTS-NOHOHOHO! >> Being completely honest, he was kind of enjoyng himself. Yes, he was laughing like a maniac and yes, he probably should have felt at least a little embarassed about being that ridicolously ticklish, but it was a precious moment with Peter and he was lovin' it. It was nice, and familiar, and Peter was smiling and laughing all along while scratching every inch he could reach making him laugh like he hadn’t laugh in years, a lot of years.

It felt like family, somehow, and only God knows how them both needed a family.

However when Peter found a particularly sensitive spot on his stomach and digged his fingers in there Tony almost screamed with laughter, and this time couldn’t help himself to try and stop the boy’s hands. << AHAHAHAHAAH! PEEHEHEHEHEHETEHEHEEHR I CAHAHAHNT! >>

<< Do you give up? >> asked the boy, definitely amused. Holding on into his pride Tony shook his head, but to be honest he lasted just a few more scratches. << OKAAHAHAHAYIHIHIHIH TRUCE, TRUUHUHUHUHUHCE! I GIVE! >> Grinning widely Peter stopped, his face beaming of joy. Tony had to take a minute to catch his breath and stop giggling for no reason << God, you can’t do that, I’m an old man >> he complained passing an hand over his face and going back to a sitting position.

<< And you shouldn’t sabotate my controller, that was quite unfair. >>

<< You are quite smart boy, do you think it’s a good idea to mess with the man who perfects your suit? >> << You are a quite smart man, do you think it’s a good idea to threaten a boy who is much stronger than you and could web you to the wall? >> That wasn’t gonna end up well, but at least they both could expect a lot of laughter from that moment on.