The Maze Runner (Thomas, Newt, Minho) (Dylan, Thomas)
Pirates Of The Caribbean (Jack, Will) (Johnny)
MCU (Tony, Steve, Bucky, Peter Q, Peter Parker (Tom Holland & Andrew SpiderMan) Thor, Bruce + The Actors)
𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 (Tom!Peter Parker)
𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 (Andrew!Peter)
hi there! i stumbled across your blog and i adore it! If you're still active i was wondering if i could request loki (mcu) tickle hcs or patrick (10 things i hate abt you) tckle hcs :)
I love Patrick Verona so much!!!
Lee and Ler Patrick Verona Headcanons:
Lee:
Patrick would never admit he’s ticklish. You could literally hear him choke on a laugh and he’d still growl out a “Nope. Didn’t feel a thing.”
• His weak spots?
His ribs, 100%.
2. His waist.
3. His neck
• His laugh
He tries SO hard to keep it in that when it comes out, it’s this rough, warm, slightly raspy cracking laugh that he immediately hides behind his hand.
• His reaction
He doesn’t squirm — he folds. His whole tough-guy act collapses in 0.3 seconds. “Okay— okay, stop—” said while laughing
• Aftermath
He always grumbles about it, but his cheeks go pink and his eyes get soft. You basically short-circuit his attitude.
Ler:
(Oh… he is dangerous. In the best way.)
• The smirk. The warning smirk.
If he raises an eyebrow and goes, “What was that?” you KNOW he heard your breath hitch or your giggle.
You know you’re done.
• “Say that again.”
He asks it every time, leaning in closer, because your flustered little voice is his weakness.
• How he tickles
– Slow, teasing, methodical.
– Pokes, squeezes.
– He pins you with barely any effort, one hand around your wrist, the other ghosting along your side like a threat.
– He’ll murmur, “Relax, I’m barely touching you…” while you’re already losing it.
- He loves your laugh more than her ever care to admit
heyyy hope u don't mind me sending this request :)
( don't know if u're still active / accept fic requests ) but i was wondering if u could do a ler!Sam Winchester x lee!reader oneshot where they have just started dating and y/n is trying to hide the fact that she is ticklish but Sam inevitably figures it out ( whether it is by accident or he simply tries to tickle her playfully at some point ).
and that's where y/n realises she's doomed cause once he finds out, he's not letting that new information slide.
thanks in advance and btw i love ur blog <3
Thank you so much for the request!!!
Ticklish Little Secret:
Here’s a soft, gentle and sweet little scenario…
You were resting quietly against Sam on the couch, the glow of the bunker’s lamp painting everything in a soft light. His arms were wrapped around you in a warm embrace, steady and comforting.
He whispered, “You seem a little tense. Mind if I try something?”
You gave a shy nod, heart fluttering.
Sam’s fingers pressed gently — not sweeping or brushing, just a slow, deliberate, light touch right along your ribs.
You bit your lip and couldn’t help but let out a soft, startled giggle.
Sam’s eyes sparkled with surprise and delight. “Oh, wow. You’re definitely ticklish.”
You buried your face against his chest, cheeks hot. “I— I didn’t mean to laugh…”
He chuckled softly. “It’s okay. It’s kind of adorable.”
Without rushing, he continued, carefully tracing tiny circles with just his fingertips, making sure to keep it feather-light and non-teasing. You squirmed a little, your giggles shy and breathy, muffled against him.
“See? Nothing to be embarrassed about,” he murmured, brushing his lips against your temple.
You tilted your head slightly, a quiet squeak escaping as his fingers wandered a little further up, toward the curve just below your arm. Your shoulders tensed, and you tried to curl in on yourself with a sheepish whimper.
“Right there, huh?” Sam said gently, his voice soft and amused. “Okay, I’ll stay here.”
He kept the touches slow and sweet, fingertips dancing with care as you giggled softly into the fabric of his shirt.
“Sammm,” you whined, your voice still wrapped in laughter, “th-that’s not fair…”
“I’m not trying to be mean,” he whispered, nuzzling your hair. “You’re just so cute when you laugh like that.”
You let out another sweet giggle as he circled back to your tummy, hands resting there with warm affection. Then, after a pause, his fingers twitched gently — just enough to make you wiggle and squeak again.
Sam smiled into your hair. “I could get used to this.”
You peeked up at him with flushed cheeks and wide, fluttery eyes. “You’re being so gentle…”
“I don’t want to overwhelm you,” he said softly. “But I want to keep hearing that sound. That little giggle of yours.”
Your lips tugged into a bashful smile, your head tucked under his chin. “It’s… kinda nice.”
That was all the permission Sam needed. He resumed his soft tickles with patience and warmth, thumbs brushing your sides, occasionally grazing just under your ribs — never too much, never fast. Just enough to make you melt and giggle quietly as he held you close.
And every time your breath hitched in a sweet little laugh, he held you tighter and smiled wider.
“See?” he whispered. “Told you I could cheer you up.”
Can you please do Joseph Quinn tickle headcanons? Please 🥺
Sorry this took so long x
Joseph Quinn Tickle Headcanons:
Ler!Joseph Quinn
Surprisingly evil with his fingers. He looks sweet and innocent… until he gives you that little smirk, the one where his nose scrunches and he tilts his head like, “Oh? You’re giggling already?” and then you know you’re screwed.
Unfair tactics galore. Teases you mid-tickle:
“Is that a snort I heard?”
“Do my fingers really do that much damage?”
“Oh, you begging now? I dunno, I quite like the giggles.”
Absolutely will weaponize kisses. He’ll pepper your face with kisses while tickling your ribs gently, grinning as your giggles turn breathless and flustered.
He thinks your giggles or cackles or snorts or whatever you do when tickled is the most adorable thing to ever exist.
Afterwards? Holds you in his arms like a literal human blanket. “Still love me?” (You do. Unfortunately.)
Lee!Joseph Quinn
So. Stupidly. Ticklish. And it’s adorable. His neck, his ribs, behind his knees—he’s all flailing limbs and embarrassed laughter.
His usual cackling goblin laugh. Starts with this flustered little chuckle before he breaks into full-on cackling fits. You swear he tries to hide it by biting his lip but it never works.
He’ll fight back eventually—grab your wrists, give you a look like “you started this”—and suddenly he’s tickling you instead.
Will 100% try to guilt trip you after. “You attacked a British citizen. That’s illegal.”
Secretly loves it. Loves being close to you, loves that you’re playful, and loves that you know he’s soft for you.
Reader gets stuck in an elevator with Mark Sloan. After talking for a while he accidentally finds out she's horribly ticklish. Preferably, platonic.
No worries if you can't do it <3
Thank you so much!!!
Elevators And Ticklish Confessions:
The soft hum of the hospital’s fluorescent lights flickered overhead, giving the small elevator an eerie glow as it jolted to an abrupt stop.
“Seriously?” you groaned, pressing the emergency button repeatedly as if sheer frustration could jump-start the machine.
Mark Sloan, who had been standing calmly in the opposite corner, glanced at you with an amused smirk. “I take it you’re not a fan of confined spaces?”
“It’s not the space,” you muttered, letting out an exasperated breath. “It’s being stuck. Aren’t you even a little annoyed? You probably have patients waiting on you or some urgent… Sloan-worthy moment to attend to.”
“I’m flattered you think so highly of my time,” he teased, crossing his arms as he leaned casually against the elevator wall. “But honestly? I’m fine. Could be worse—I could be stuck in here alone.”
You narrowed your eyes playfully at him. “Careful, Sloan. That almost sounded sweet.”
He chuckled, the deep timbre of his laugh echoing in the cramped space. “Don’t let it go to your head, kid.”
After a few minutes of waiting, you sank down onto the floor, pulling your knees up to your chest. “So, any great advice on how to pass the time when we’re stuck in a metal box with zero reception?”
Mark joined you on the floor with a graceful ease that somehow didn’t diminish his confident aura. “We could always play the classic ‘Tell Me Something I Don’t Know’ game.”
“Fair, you go first.”
“All right.” He stroked his jaw dramatically, pretending to think. “I can tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue. Impressive, right?”
You rolled your eyes. “Ugh. Predictable, Sloan. Fine, my turn.” You paused, glancing at him hesitantly. “Okay, this is super random, but... I’m really ticklish.”
The second the words left your mouth, you instantly regretted them. Mark’s brow shot up, his smirk spreading into a downright devilish grin. “Oh really?”
“Don’t even think about it,” you warned, scooting a little further away.
“Oh, I’m thinking about it,” he said, and before you could escape, he reached over and gave your side a quick poke.
The reaction was immediate and mortifying. You squealed and flinched so hard you nearly toppled over, your giggling breaking free before you could stop it.
“Wow,” Mark said, laughing along with you. “When you said ticklish, I didn’t think you meant that ticklish.”
“Mark, I’m serious, stop!” you pleaded between uncontrollable giggles as he continued to poke and prod your sides with an almost surgeon-like precision.
“This is incredible,” he teased, clearly having the time of his life. “Here I thought surgery was my calling, but no, this—this might just be my true purpose.”
You swatted at his hands, still squirming as you gasped for air. “I’m going to strangle you as soon as I catch my breath!”
He finally relented, hands raised in surrender as he laughed along with you. “All right, all right. I’ll stop—for now.”
Still giggling and breathless, you shook your head at him, trying to regain your composure. “You’re the worst.”
“And yet, you’re stuck in an elevator with me,” he said with a wink, leaning back against the wall with a satisfied grin. “Admit it—you’ll never be bored in my presence again.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling despite yourself. “If we’re ever stuck in here again, remind me to bring earplugs and armour.”
Mark chuckled, giving you a nudge with his shoulder. “Deal, kid. Deal.”
Spencer and you are lounging in bed, a shared blanket draped over you two. You’re scrolling through your phone while Spencer is reading a thick book on neuroscience.
“Did you know tickling stimulates both the somatosensory cortex, which processes touch, and the anterior cingulate cortex, which registers pleasurable feelings?”
He says, his tone casual but his eyes alight with curiosity, you’re about to delve into another one of Spencer’s science rambles.
You look over at Spencer and then put your phone done so you can listen to him.
“Really?”
He nods, seeming to not have even taken his eyes off his book, but knows you’re listening intently to whatever ramble he goes on.
“Yes. Tickling stimulates the somatosensory cortex, which is responsible for processing touch sensations. And it triggers activity in the anterior cingulate cortex too - which registers pleasurable feelings, essentially, the brains reward centre. That’s why we laugh when we’re tickled.”
He says, his eyes finally rising up to yours with a small smile across his lips.
You smile softly as an idea comes into your head and poke his side.
He flinches quickly at your poke, letting out a small laugh. He’s ticklish. Very ticklish. You learnt that fact very quickly when you started dating.
“Like that?”
You say with a teasing smile, clearly amused.
He’s already laughing at just the poke, and he immediately shakes his head, trying to back up against the headrest.
“N-No. No you know I’m ticklish, don’t tease.”
He says between laughs, already bracing himself.
You giggle softly at his reaction and start poking his side over and over.
“I’m not teasing…”
He tries to protest further, but the laughs that come out of his mouth say otherwise. His head and body tilts to the side in an attempt to avoid your poking and his hands try to stop your pokes.
“Y-Yes you a-are…”
He can’t even get out a sentence without laughing even more, even with him trying to fight against it, he can’t help the way he’s giggling.
“Well you’re the genius here why don’t you tell me more scientific facts?”
You say as you continue poking.
He continues to laugh, and he’s still trying to back up against the headrest, even trying to squirm further away from you. The words stumble out his mouth in between laughs, desperately trying to think of some scientific fact.
“T-Tickling can also-“
He giggles loudly as you hit a more sensitive area.
“Can also boost the production of ‘E-endorphins’.”
“That’s what I’m doing right now! So I can’t stop…What else Spence?”
He whines lowly as he tries and fails to push away your hands again, not being good at self-defensive against being tickled. A few more laughs escape past his lips, and he struggles to get out a sentence, but he’s definitely putting effort into not just laughing the whole time.
“It-It can also reduce stress. And i-increase-“
He breaks out in more giggles as your pokes get slightly more intense.
“Increase? Increase what I can’t hear you?”
He groans loudly, his head thrashing left and right as he tries to avoid the tickling, but nothing works. His breaths are starting to get slightly heavier and his laughs are getting slightly higher pitched. But he finally manages to get a complete sentence out between laughs.
“I-Increase c-connections betwee-“
He laughs loudly again, but he attempts to go back to a more normal volume.
“Between motor neurons a-and sensory neurons.”
You nod your head as you continue tickling.
“Mkay…And if someone hits a very sensitive spot?”
The sentence has him immediately wincing through the giggling, knowing exactly where this is going, but he tries to answer anyway, even as his body instinctively twists and tries to writhe away from your poking hands.
“W-Well… if someone h-hitting a v-very sensitive spot… the brain’s d-danger response can be stronger and the p-person will laugh more.”
“Right, like when I go right here…”
Your hands quickly dive to Spencer’s hips as your thumbs drill into them.
His giggling and laughs get instantly higher pitched as your hands go to his hips. His whole head and body thrashes on the bed as he whines louder. His eyes widen slightly as he tries to stop your hands.
“W-Wait! W-Wait wait wait-“
“Ah I see, it makes the person sound like a little girl I get it…”
He tries to squirm away but your thumb and fingers are digging into his most sensitive area. His cheeks heat up as you tease him and he whines out again, his head still throwing from one side to another.
“N-No! I - I d-don’t sound like a g-girl. Y-You’re cheating.”
“And then what happens when the person finally stops tickling?”
He tries to catch his breath as you pause for a moment. His body slowly stops thrashing around and he looks at you with wide eyes, his curls messy across his forehead. His chest rises and falls quickly as he manages to gasp out a sentence.
“T-then the person can h-have a moment of relief before getting them back…”
“Or the person who was just tickled can leave the other person alone and be grateful they stopped?”
He groans as you say that, knowing he was the one that started all this by giving you those science facts and inadvertently setting himself up to be tickled. He gives in and rolls his head back so it hits the pillow underneath.
“Okay okay. Y-You’re right. I- I’ll be ‘grateful’ and not tickle you back.”
“Thanks Spence!”
You say as you finally stop tickling him.
He stays still and closes his eyes as his body recovers from the onslaught of tickles over his highly sensitive hips. He lets out a deep breath, finally feeling like he’s actually able to breathe again and he mutters out.
“You are evil.”
“I was just demonstrating on what you were rambling about…”
“Yes well… you were also enjoying my suffering.”
He says with an accusatory tone. He slowly rolls his head back to look up at you, a smile starting to form. His face is flushed red and his hair is messy, but the way he looks at you is affectionate and loving.
“Of course I was, you giggle like a 4 year old…”
He blushes a darker red, trying to get his breath back to normal. He pushes himself up onto his elbows so he’s looking down at you now.
“I do not giggle like a 4 year old… You just know my ticklish spots too well…”
“And I am forever thankful for that…”
You say with a smile as you poke his cheek mockingly.
He smiles softly at you, rolling his eyes at your poke. A light blush still dusts his cheeks and his breathing has become much more regulated.
I was wondering if you could pretty please do a TASM Switch!Peter x Switch!reader?????????
Cuddles And Tickles:
This is quite a long one
Peter smiled when you cuddled into him. He couldn’t deny how nice this felt though. This was what he wanted, just to lay with you and cuddle you. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close to him.
You look up at Peter who is still wearing his glasses. You softly pull them off of him as you look at them.
“How blind are you without these?”
Peter let out a small chuckle as you took his glasses. He watched you look at them which he thought was kinda cute.
“I can see fine, I only need them for reading.”
He says as he takes the glasses and sets them on your bedside table.
“Mmmh…
Nerd…”
You tease as you cuddle back up to him. Obviously he wasn’t a nerd because he wore glasses, you just liked to tease him about it.
Peter chuckled and rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a proud smile on his face. He was used to people calling him a nerd, but he knew you were joking.
“Shut it…”
“Hey I’m just speaking the truth…”
You say as you give his ribs a small jab.
Peter let out a small chuckle and squirm as you jabbed his ribs.
“Hey…”
Secretly he loved the way you teased him and how it was so affectionate and playful.
You lift your head up as you notice his reaction and smile.
“What was that?”
Peter chuckled nervously, realizing that you saw his reaction to you, he didn’t want to admit that he liked that you teased him. He knew you’d tease him even more if you found out. He tried to think of a response.
“A-uh…nothing…”
“What are you ticklish?”
Peter’s eyes widened slightly as you accused him of being ticklish. This was bad, your teasing was only going to get even worse if you found out he was ticklish.
“W-what? No…no I’m not ticklish.”
He tried to convince you.
You narrow your eyes at that and stifle a snicker.
“Mmhm…”
You start poking at his side whilst the two of you stay cuddled.
Peter tried to hold in his laughter, but your prodding was getting to him. He started to laugh a little as you poked his side.
“H-hey…stop…don’t do that…”
He said, although he was fighting back a full-on laugh. The fact that you now knew he was ticklish was bad.
“Ah so you lied?”
You tease as you sit up and continue poking around his ribs and waist.
Peter couldn’t help but laugh as you continued to poke at his ribs and waist. It was a lost cause, you already knew he was ticklish and there was nothing he could do about it. Each jab at his ribs and waist sent him into another fit of laughter.
“S-stop it…oh my god….”
“Yeah you definitely lied, I’m hurt you lied to me.”
You continue to tease as you continue to tickle him, avoiding his squirms and hits, knowing that each tease seems to make it worse for him
Peter tried his best to get you to stop, but it was hopeless. He was squirming and writhing under you, trying to stop the poking and laughter at the same time, but he was a goner. He couldn’t escape your teasing and tickling.
“I’m sorry…I’m sorry! I lied!! Please stop…”
He said in between laughs. Oh god, you now knew his most vulnerable weak spot, his ticklish side.
You let out a laugh at this and stop tickling him at last.
Peter could finally breathe for a second as you stopped tickling him.
“Oh my god…I hate you…”
He said lightheartedly, his cheeks red from laughing, a smile still on his face.
“You’re such a big baby.”
Peter gave you another glare, pretending to be annoyed, but in reality, he was secretly enjoying how playful and affectionate you were with him. He was also secretly loving the way you were teasing him, but, he’d never admit that out loud.
“Shush, you’re a cruel woman.”
“You just can’t take a simple tickle.”
You say smugly as you lay back down and cuddle back into his arms.
Peter rolled his eyes playfully, a small pout on his face. He still hadn’t gotten over the fact that you now knew one of his weaknesses.
“Yeah right, like you could take it any better than me…”
“Well unlike you I’m not ticklish.”
Peter’s eyes widened when you stated that you weren’t ticklish. This was good…very good. It gave him the perfect opportunity to get back at you for embarrassing him.
“Really?”
He said, having a mischievous tone to his voice.
“Mmhm!”
That was a lie…you knew it, Peter knew it…it was known, you were a terrible liar.
Peter’s smirk grew as you confirmed that you weren’t ticklish. His brain went into scheming mode…he knew exactly what he had to do.
“So…if I were to do this…”
He reached forward and quickly went for your sides.
You let out a squeal and immediately jolt away off the bed and stand away, having a very extreme reaction that definitely catches Peters attention.
Peter’s jaw dropped slightly as you squeal and jolt away off the bed when he went for your sides. He was not expecting to get such a reaction out of you. He was expecting a small laugh or something, not outright squealing. He was speechless and slightly shocked for a few seconds, but when he came to his senses, he had a smug and proud smile on his face.
“You said you weren’t ticklish…?”
“I’m not.”
You say as you stay standing away from him and away from the bed.
Peter let out a small snort at your response. You were so obviously in denial, he couldn’t believe that you were trying to deny the obvious.
“Right…so that reaction was for what exactly..?”
He said with a smug tone, knowing that he can now tease you just like you teased him.
“You’re imagining things…I did nothing…”
Peter tried not to laugh at your excuse, but he couldn’t hold it in. He gave you a look as if to say ‘seriously?’. He was enjoying teasing you.
“Right…”
“I’m just being truthful, maybe you’re seeing things…”
Peter rolled his eyes, but in reality, he thought it was pretty cute how you were so desperately trying to deny the fact that you were ticklish. It was even more cute how you attempted to turn it around on him by lecturing him about making fun of disabilities.
“Right, so you don’t mind if I do it again?”
He said, having a smirk as he slowly raised his hands.
“There’s no point…you’re just being delusional…”
Peter raised an eyebrow, still suspicious that it was a lie about having ‘tourette’s’. He couldn’t let this go so easily. He had to test it out and see your reaction to tickling again.
“Oh yeah? Alright then…guess I should test it out again, just to be sure…”
He said with a sly smirk as he slowly got off of the bed and started to come closer towards you.
“NO! I mean- no…you don’t have to do that…”
You say as you immediately back away more, even though there isn’t really anywhere to go…
Peter tried his hardest not to chuckle at your reaction. You were clearly in complete denial that you were ticklish, this only made him want to tickle you even more. He slowly continued to stalk closer to you as you backed away until you were pressed up against the wall.
“Why not…it’s just to check if I’m seeing things…right?”
He said, a smug smile on his face as he came closer and was now standing in front of you.
You look up at Peter with a pleading eye and nervous smile as you’re now against with wall.
“Peter?”
Peter smirked at your pleading and nervous look. He could tell you were scared but didn’t want to accept the fact that you were ticklish. He stopped so he was standing right in front of you, just an arm’s length away from you. He slowly raised his hands to your sides again.
“Yes?”
You let out a shriek at just the sight of his hands rising as you quickly shove them away and recoil yourself into the corner of the wall.
Peter chuckled at your little shriek. He found it so cute how you were so in denial about being ticklish. He also thought it was cute how you shrieked and recoiled yourself away from him. It was like your body knew it was going to be tickled and you wanted to avoid it.
“Oh come on, it’s just a little test…nothing to be scared of…”
He said, slowly lifting his hands up to your sides again, but instead he quickly pulls you over and into a tight one sided hug.
“Ah here we go.”
“NOOO! Peter nohohoho!”
You say through your giggling, even without having actually being tickled yet.
Peter tightened his grip around you as you protest. He couldn’t hold his laughter in as you went full on into your denial. Even when he squeezed your sides a bit he could tell you were struggling to remain calm.
“Are you sure you’re not ticklish? I mean you’re kind of freaking out right now…”
He said teasing you and slightly digging his fingers into your sides.
You let out a loud squeal as your knees immediately buck whilst you stay latched in Peter’s arms.
Peter laughed louder, having a tighter grip on you as you began to buck under his grasp. You were so obviously ticklish and a terrible liar.
He starts digging his fingers in deeper as he starts properly tickling you now.
As soon as the proper tickles start you immediately start giggling even more.
Peter smiles widely as you let out a string of giggles as he properly tickled you.
“Oh what’s this? Are those giggles I hear? No it can’t be! That would mean you would have to be ticklish!?”
“Sssshuhuhuhut up!”
You say, clearly flustered through your fits of giggles.
It was clear that earlier when you were tickling Peter that you were tough with the teasing. But now quite hypocritical as it’s clear you cannot whatsoever handle being tickled or even being teased.
Peter chuckled as you told him to shut up while still giggling. It was honestly endearing seeing your feisty and tough side get turned into a giggling mess.
“Hmm, you were so confident before when you were tickling ME…now look who’s all giggly now, hm?”
He said while continuing to dig his fingers deeper into your sides, causing a string of giggle and squirms as you failed to escape his grip.
“I’m sorry!”
You say incoherently through your giggling, sounding like an absolute child.
Peter chuckled more at your incoherent apologies. You clearly were fighting with everything you could to hold in your giggles. He loved seeing your tough, feisty and sarcastic nature being turned into a giggling, squirming mess right before his eyes.
“Aww you’re sorry?”
He teases as he gives you no mercy in his grip, digging his fingers into your sides even more and causing an endless string of giggles from you.
More giggles pour out of your mouth as you squirm in his grasp, letting out a little snort in the process of the giggling.
Peter couldn’t help but smile widely at the adorable sounds you were making while being tickled. He especially loved the little snort as you tried to speak through all your giggles. It was such a drastic difference from you being snarky and feisty, but he secretly found it sweet and endearing. He continued to tickle your sides, now focusing more towards your ribs.
“OKAHAHAHAY!”
Another snort comes out.
“Okay okay okahahahay! Mercy! Tap out! Just nohohohoho more!”
Peter smirked as you begin to beg for mercy. He could tell that you were completely breaking down and were begging for an escape from his tickling. He continued for another few seconds just to see how badly you’d start begging before stopping. He loosened his grip and retracted his hands from your sides.
“Alright fineee, I’ll take pity on you and stop.”
You let out a long giggly breath and slump against him whilst we stand.
“You’re cruel.”
Peter chuckled at your comment as you leaned against him.
“You were pretty cruel to me when you were the one tickling me, you know that, right?”
He said, having a slight smirk on his face as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Yes but this was worse…
You made me snort…”
Peter laughs more at the mention of you having snorted while being tickled. It was honestly really adorable to him.
“And I’d happily do it again…”
“Mmh, whatever ‘Spider-Boy’…”
You mumble as you pull away from the hug and walk back over to the bed.
“Wanna watch a movie?”
Peter rolled his eyes as you called him ‘Spider-Boy’ again. He definitely didn’t enjoy the fact that you’d given him this new nickname.
“Only if you promise not to call me ‘Spider-Boy’ in the future.”
He says as he climbs into the bed with you and pulls you in to cuddle.
“Can’t promise that…
I’m picking the movie.”
Peter knew that it was basically hopeless to get you to stop calling him ‘Spider-Boy’ but he still didn’t like it. He let out an exaggerated sigh before replying.
“Ugh fine, as long as I don’t have to watch any boring chick flicks.”
When it comes to dating a Surgeon , he’s going to be very protective of you if you’re sick or injured and go full ‘Doctor Mode’ in any convenience.
Well when you mention a small ache in your ribs he’s got you lied down on the bed as he makes sure you’re okay.
You follow the orders after some protesting and lay down on Derek’s bed.
“I told you I’m fine, I just slept the wrong way and probably pulled a muscle.”
“And I’m a Surgeon… so I’m going to do my own checks and you’re going to listen to me.”
He says as he’s in between your legs on the bed and starts feeling up your sides and ribs with his large and skilful hands.
You roll your eyes and mockingly salute as you lay down on your back.
“Fine, yes sir.”
He lets out a breathy chuckle as he continues to feel your ribs and gently presses and pokes around your ribs as he gently applies a bit more pressure to your right side.
“Take a deep breath for me…”
You try to take a deep breath but are shortly interrupted by an erupted giggle.
He can’t help but smile softly at your giggling and gently pokes at your side.
“Focus…deep breath…”
As Derek keeps poking out of spite, you can’t seem to stop giggling anymore as you twitch slightly.
“I can’t!”
Derek can clearly tell there isn’t anything serious wrong with you so he decides to have some fun as he continuously pokes your sides in between each word he’s saying.
“You-have-to-deeply-breathe.”
He pokes both of your sides rapidly several times in a row.
Your giggles immediately deepen into a hearty laugh with a little snort at the end.
Derek’s heart melts as he hears the deeper giggles and a small snort erupt out from you and he can’t help but feel his smile widening as he’s now softly squeezing your sides to see what else you’re sensitive to.
A whiney giggle comes out of your mouth as you softly push his hand away.
“Derek!”
He can’t help but enjoy your whiney giggle as he grabs your hands and puts it down on the bed so he can continue to gently and softly squeeze your sides, trying to make sure you don’t accidentally elbow him in the face.
“I need to focus…I’m doing a very important medical examination..”
“Bullshit…”
You say through your giggling laughter.
He keeps gently squeezing your sides as he keeps a straight face, holding back his own laughter as he looks at you with his pretty blue eyes as he speaks in a stern tone.
“This is a very serious medical examination…I’m a Doctor and I don’t appreciate you arguing with my methods…”
He says as he brings a hand down and starts drilling his fingers into your hips.
“NOHOHOHOHOHO!”
He can’t help but smile again as he finds a very ticklish spot on your hips and continues squeezing and drilling his fingers into the area and tries to keep up with his ‘Doctor act’.
“Are you trying to interfere with a medical examination?”
“Piss off!”
You yell through your booming fits of giggles.
“I’m not going to stop till I’ve finished thoroughly examining you, I’m a Doctor and I know what I’m doing.”
He says as he begins to pinch and poke his fingers into your sides.
“And whahahat are you doing?”
You ask whilst the giggling continues, face turning red and limbs moving and squirming.
Derek gently squeezes your sides as he continues to keep his stern and serious act on.
“I’m doing a very important medical examination… I need to make 100% sure you’re okay or I can’t clear you… I can’t have you having any issues…”
He says as with his other hand he goes back to rapidly poking h your ribs to see what reaction he’d get out of you.
You go into a full laughing fit with little snorts coming out every breath, clearly having hit a certain good spot.
“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
He just can’t help but feel his heart flutter as he hears the adorable snorting giggles from you while continues to poke and squeeze your sides and ribs.
“I think I’m going to need to examine you a bit more thoroughly… there’s been a concerning sound when you laugh… I’m going to have to poke a bit more…”
“Whahahat sound?”
You ask as the giggles are almost too much to understand.
Derek tries to keep a straight and serious face as he gives you a ‘medical response’ to your question.
“I’ve been hearing some snorts when you’ve been laughing…and it’s my job as a surgeon to find where the sounds are happening…”
He gently places his large and skillful hands on your sides as he goes for it and he starts drilling his fingers into your sides all around them.
You try to talk and tell him off but start laughing to the point of hard cackles come out and talking is just incoherent.
Derek can’t help but feel his heart flutter hearing you laugh so hard that you struggle to get out a sentence without falling into a fit of hard cackling giggles.
“I’m finding the source of the snorts…”
He says as he begins squeezing your sides as fast and as hard as he can while quickly darting his fingers across your sides.
Then the laughs quicken again with snorts every breath, coming back to the laughing fit.
Derek can’t help but smile as he sees you in another one of your deep and hearty laughing fits and chuckles softly as he stops tickling you and lets you breathe and calm down.
“Oh my god!”
You say through your giggling as you try to calm down after that ‘examination’.
Derek can’t suppress his soft chuckles as he can see your laughter slowly coming down and your breathing returning to normal from how intensely he was tickling you.
“That was all for my medical purposes…”
He says with a straight tone but his eyes are giving away his amused look.
You grab a pillow and start smacking him with it as you sit up, face still red with little lingering giggles and hair slightly messy.
“You cruel, evil man!”
Derek grabs another pillow from the side of the bed and smacks you back with his own pillow.
“I’m a Doctor! I needed to perform a full thorough examination! I just had to make 100% sure you were okay!”
You giggle as he hits back with a pillow and put yours down to create a truce.
“That was evil…”
Derek slowly lowers his pillow and throws it off to the side and can’t help but give you a smirk as he pulls you closer to him on the bed for you to cuddle into your side.
“I had to do what was needed to be done… I just had to be very sure you were okay, even if it meant hearing tons of giggles and little snorts…”
You put your hand over his mouth and glare at him.
“Shhhh! Shhh! Shut up…”
He can’t help but chuckle into your hand and he gently grabs your wrist and moves it off of his mouth.
“Aw I’m sorry.”
“You’re not but I’m too tired to argue so I’ll let it slide.”
You grumble as you cuddle into his side.
Derek smiles and gives you a kiss on the temple and brings you closer, having the two of you cuddling close comfortably and affectionately.
Hello can you please do Relationship!Gabriel SPN X Lee!Reader where he finds out the Reader is ticklish?
Thank you so much for the question of course! :)
“You Can’t Lie To An Archangel.”
You had made the innocent mistake of letting a subtle yet noticeable giggle slip when your certain Archangel Boyfriend was caressing your waist…now you have found yourself in this predicament.
“You do know you can’t lie to an Archangel right?”
He says in a low teasing voice whilst you’re both cuddled in your bed.
You give a wide smile and look down at his hand and back up at him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
He raises an eyebrow and looks down at you whilst he keeps his cuddled grasp on you.
“Oh don’t play coy with me.”
He says in a playful voice as he starts digging his fingers into your waist.
You immediately flinch and let out a squeak of a giggle, softly gripping at his tickling hand against your waist.
“Hey hey hey! Nohohoho!”
There’s a smirk plastered on his face now as a look of mischief glints in his eyes.
“Oh what’s that? You’re laughing again?”
He says with mock shock as he starts using both of hands to dig his fingers into your waist and sides.
You let out a little squeal of laughter as you start giggling even more, burying your head against his chest as it muffles the giggling.
He lets out a low chuckle hearing you hide your giggle on his chest. He likes the fact that you’re giggling this much and he isn’t gonna stop now.
“Well isn’t that cute.”
He says in a playful tone as he keeps up the assault on your waist and sides. Occasionally digging his fingers under your armpits.
Eventually you roll out of the Archangel’s grasp as you start laughing even more, rolling away on the bed to try and scurry away.
He notices this and sits up and leans over, now practically flopping on top of your back.
“Oh no you don’t.”
A small grunt of breath leaves your mouth as you feel the weighted pressure on your back as the two of you splat on the bed.
He laughs softly and then leans his head over beside yours before speaking in a low tone.
“Still feel like lying to me that you aren’t ticklish darling?”
A part of you very clearly didn’t want this to stop, and was too stubborn to give up anytime soon.
“I still have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He clicks his tongue before shifting his body so he’s fully lying on top of your back, trapping you underneath him as he dives in to the rough tickles in your waist.
“You know that if you just admit it I’ll stop.”
A loud scream echoes from your mouth as cackles erupt from you, giggling and squirming from beneath Gabriel.
“NOHOHOHOHO!”
He is practically giggling himself as his hands keep up their onslaught on your waist as you squirm around under his weight and touch. You can feel his chest against your back as his playful tone hits your ear.
“You gonna say it yet? Or just keep being stubborn?”
“Screhehew you!”
He lets out another low chuckle as his smile widens whilst he keeps up his assault on your waist.
“Oh so you are gonna keep being stubborn? Guess I’ll keep this up for a little longer then.”
The Archangel moves his hand and begins squeezing a certain spot between your waist and back, making you absolutely lose it.
Even louder cackles and screams float out of your mouth at that certain spot as you kick your legs from behind, squirming so much that you end up rolling over, rolling him off of you.
“Ohoho!”
He’s a little surprised at the sudden movement but laughs and lands beside you on the bed. Before you can even try and regain your breath he’s suddenly hovering over your lying down state and begins rapidly poking at your ribs.
Screams, even more bubbly laughter filled screams pour out of your mouth as the genuine bubbly little cackles turn harder, a little snort coming out in the process as you curl in on yourself.
His face breaks out into a massive smile hearing the adorable snort escape you as he practically sits on your waist to keep you in place as he keeps up the speed of the tickling under your ribs.
“If only there was a way to get your stubborn ass out of this situation…”
“OKAHAHAY! I ADMIT IT!”
He stops the tickling immediately as he grins like an idiot, resting his hands on your sides as he sits on your lower stomach. You can feel a chuckle escape his lips as he looks down at you with his playful smile.
“About damn time.”
Small lingering giggles remain as you take the time to catch your breath, still laying below your boyfriend.
“You’re a sick and twisted person…”
He smirks once you finally catch your breath as he looks down at you with his head tilted.
“A sick and twisted person who loves to make you giggle your head off? Yeah sure why not.”
He replies with a smirk as he rolls over and pulls you back against the original cuddling position.
“Mark my words Gabriel I will get you back for this.”
You threaten, the words mumbling into his arms wrapped around you.
He chuckles at your mumbled threat as he squeezes you closer to him.
“And I look forward to your attempts.”
He says in a playful and cocky tone as he places a kiss on the top of your head, cuddling you tightly into him.
I genuinely get so unbelievably disappointed when I join a new fandom and there's no tickle content. Most of the time there is some but for most of my fandoms there's a teenie tiny bit but then I can't find anymore and It's devastating.
