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Hi brand new day fans uh
I really really like these two. okay uhm hops back into my hidey hole
THIS ACCOUNT IS RUN BY A MINOR. RESPECT GOES BOTH WAYS SO PLS DNI IF A MDNI ACCOUNT AND/OR NSFW. AND DO NOT TAG AS SHIP.
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Day 12 Wake up!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Tony tries to wake Peter in the morning. Peter however is being stubborn, which is why Tony needs to get a little creative with his methods.
It already was 9:30 am and Peter was still asleep, so Tony decided that he slept enough and that is was more than time to wake him up. He had planned a lot of fun activities in the lab and he for sure wasn't going to let Peter sleep the whole day away.
Tony walked into the room and opened the curtains.
"Rise and shine!" he called
Peter only groaned "What time's it?"
"It is 9:34 a.m. Peter" Friday replied helpfully.
"Ugh, it's early"
"No, it's time to start the day, so up and at 'em lazy daisy."
"No" he whined pulling the blanket over his face.
This isn't going to work Tony thought, it's time to get creative. He ripped the blanket off of him and pounced on him, tickling him mercilessly, making Peter shriek.
"Nohoh pleahahase"
He grappled with his hands trying to push Tony off, but the only thing that that accomplished was that his armpits were open for attack, which Tony promptly took advantage of.
He shoved his hands into Peter's armpits clawing at the sensitive flesh. Peter absolutely lost it shrieking, cackling and bucking wildly.
"Okahahay, okahahay Ihihihi'll gehehet uhuhup"
Finally, Tony stopped, letting him breath. He got of the bed and made his way to the door.
"You'll better be in the kitchen for breakfast in five minutes or I'll send Sam and Bucky after you." Tony said leaving the room.
Peter got out of bed and smiled, this was definitely not the worst way to wake up.
USM Peter Parker tickle headcannons, go!!
Peace and Quiet.
Lee!Peter Ler!Loki
(this is a tickle fic!! Purely fluff! NSFW don’t interact.)
Summary: Loki is trying to relax, but a little pesky teenager is bothering him with questions upon questions upon questions. God, someone make this kid shut up!
Author’s note: The fic is pretty short! Also this is my first fic in 6 months so im sorry if its not the best😭
Word count: 1.2k+
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It was a quiet evening. The Avengers were away on a mission, so Loki was left alone at the tower… or so he thought.
Loki was deep in the storyline of his current book of choice, relaxing peacefully on the couch as he read.
Suddenly, he heard the front door open as someone let themselves in.
Peter walked into the living room, where Loki was sitting. “Hey guys! I- oh…” He paused, looked around for a second, and then spoke again.
“Wheres.. uhm… wheres Mr.Stark?” Peter said nervously, clearing his throat.
Loki shrugged, not bothering to explain where the Avengers were.
“Okay well…” Peter stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before setting his backpack down near the entrance and walking over to the couch.
Peter plopped down, and Loki groaned silently.
Peter spoke “O-Oh i can move-“ “No, it’s fine.” Loki cut him off, a little irritated that his peace was disturbed.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, which Loki didn’t mind, but Peter, being Peter, couldn’t bare the silence.
“What’re you reading?” Peter turned to look at Loki.
“…A book.” Loki responded, lazily turning the page.
“Ah… nice… what book?” He asked more specifically.
Loki glanced at the cover “Lord of the Flies…” He went back to reading.
“Oh! Ive read that one!” Peter perked up.
Loki glanced at Peter. “…You have?”
“Yeah… a while ago.” Peter said enthusiastically.
“Hm.” Loki hummed and went back to reading.
Peter didn’t know what else to say, he was trying to make small talk, but that obviously didn’t work.
Peter spoke again, much to Lokis annoyance. “Can I ask you a question?” He blurted out.
Loki sighed, he thought maybe its just better to get this over with and then he can get back to his peace and quiet. “Go ahead.”
“Okay, cool. So… how… how is it like being here on earth and seeing all these stories about you?” Peter asked, he was genuinely interested.
Loki thought about it for a second. “…Its weird, but i am a god so i would expect no less.” Loki said, being his usual egoistical self.
“…Right.” Peter paused, and then asked again. “What were you thinking while trying to invade New York?”
Loki rolled his eyes. “I’ll let you know, that thats in the past. I’ve realized that being king of Earth would be pretty… underwhelming.”
Peter nodded, even thought he’s pretty sure Loki had just called ‘humans’ dumb he wasn’t going to press it. “Why are you still here? Why not go back to Asgard?”
Loki sighed, the kid was starting to get on his nerves. “I did go, but then i was imprisoned. So after that i decided to come here, lay low.”
Peter nodded again, feeling more relaxed around the ‘god’. “What are your powers?”
Loki turned another page, biting the inside of his cheek. Just a few more and then the kid will leave him alone. “I have many.”
“Like what?” Peter asked, resting his head on his hand and looking at Loki.
“…Illusions.” Loki was getting really irritated, he responded dryly.
“…And?” Peter leaned a little closer.
Loki sighed. “…shapeshifting.”
Peter looked at Loki like he was expecting something more. “Thats it?”
“No.” Loki answered.
Peter stared for a few seconds, waiting for Loki to say something more. “Then what else?”
Loki brought up his hand to rub his eyes. Why wont the kid shut up?? “Mind control.”
“Thats it?” Peter asks again.
Loki groans louder. “…no, thats not it.”
“What else?” Peter asks innocently, he really is just curious.
Loki keeps repeating the same two words in his head ‘don’t yell, don’t yell, don’t yell.’ “A lot more stuff.” Loki replies blandly.
Peter twists his head to the side “Like what?” He really wasn’t trying to annoy anyone, he just wanted to know.
Loki turns to look at the kid.
Peters curious expression turns to confusion. “…what?”
Loki murmurs something to himself. “…nothing.” He turns back to his.
“So…….. like mind control..?” Peter asks quietly.
Loki sighs. “I just said that.”
“Oh. Right….” Peter thinks for a second. “So.. teleportation?”
Loki closes his book, very annoyed. “Do you ever shut up??”
Peter is taken aback but the sudden outburst. “I- what..?”
Loki narrows his eyes. “You’re clearly disrupting me. Im trying to read. Don’t you know the others are on a mission? Why are you here???”
Peter scoots back a little. “I uh… i didn’t know..?”
Loki tries to calm down. “Go do something. I don’t know, go to Starks lab for gods sake!” He waves his hand dismissively.
“I would but uhh… its always locked.” Peter says, unaware of how annoyed Loki is.
Loki puts his head in his hands, reminding himself he isn’t allowed to hurt the boy.
Theres a moment of silence… before Peter breaks it. “…you want tea?”
Lokis eye twitches, thats it. “Im done. You’re done.” Loki grabs Peter’s ankle, and pulls him down flat on the couch.
Peter yelps. “W-waitwaitwait!!” Peter puts his hands in front of his face, to shield himself.
“Im not going to hurt you.” Loki says with an angry tone.
Peter removes his hands from in front of his face, a look of confusion plastered on it.
“Y’know Stark talks about you when he’s drunk. Its quite amusing, some valuable information he gives us.” Loki states, with and edge of amusement in his tone.
“W-what do you mean?” Peter asks nervously.
Loki groans at the question, enough with the questions. “This ought to calm you down.”
Before Peter can ask of what Loki means for the second time, he sees Lokis hands dart to his sides.
Peter yelps. “Wait! No! Hold on!”
“Shut up.” Loki starts squeezing Peter’s sides rapidly.
“Gahah! Wahait!” Peter squirms, trying to fight Lokis hands off.
“Don’t try and fight me.” As he sees the kid laughing he cant help but smirk to himself.
“Wai-no! Plehease! Im-nahaha!” As Peter tries to form words in between his laughter Loki chuckles.
“Oh now you decide to shut up?” Loki says teasingly.
Peter shakes his head, his cheeks becoming a warm shade of pink.
“No? Youre not going to shut up?” Loki hums, switching to tickle his stomach instead.
“AHAH! Thahats not what ihi meheheant!!” As Peter squirms wildly Loki has a harder time holding onto him.
“Tell me youre not going to bother me anymore, then ill let you go.” Loki says in a monotone voice, yet theres a slight smirk present on his face.
Peter nods, too busy laughing to actually say it.
“Nonono, say it. I want to hear it.” Loki doesnt let up, his hands moving even faster.
“I cahaHANT!!” Peter threw his head back from laughter.
“Thats too bad then.” Loki suddenly dipped his hands into Peters armpits.
Peter practically howled. “OKAY OKAY OKAY!! FUHUHUCK!!” Peter shook his head violently. “IM NOHOT- IM NOT GOING TO BOHOTHER YOHOHOUAHAHA!” Peters whole body shook from laughing so much.
Loki stopped after a few seconds, chuckling.
Peter gasped for air. “Man… ah…”
Loki picked his book back up, flipping a page, smirking. “Had enough?”
Peter nodded, getting up.
“Good. Now run along, or do you want to go for round two?” Loki looked up from his book, locking eyes with Peter.
“No! No. Im good. So good.” Peter quickly got up from the couch.
Loki nodded, going back to his book.
Peter quickly went to get his backpack and went upstairs. He was definitely not going to bother the trickster god again… or at least that's what Loki thought.
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.
Day 31 Hug
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Peter had a hard day at school and comes to Tony for a hug, but that hug becomes ticklish.
It was a long day. Flash was going on his nerves again, the food in the cafeteria was horrible and failed the english lit test. All in all it wasn't a very good day and all he wanted to do was hug Tony. Tony was always able to brighten his day.
When the elevator finally reached the common area where Tony was sitting on the couch and working on his Stark pad he felt a tad bit releaved.
"Hey Tony" he said tiredly, making his way over to Tony.
"Hey kiddo" Tony replied putting down the Stark pad. He immediately noticed that Peter wasn't really in a good mood and opened his arms.
Peter dumped his bag on the floor and fell onto the couch where he instantly crawled into Tony's arms. He hugged Tony around the middle and buried his face into his chest, sighing deeply.
Tony winded his arms around him as well, one of his arms coming around his back, the other cupping the back of his head. He kissed the top of his head and then buried his face in the unruly curls, feeling content with finally being able to hold his kid again. The latter completely melting against him.
They held each other for a little while before Tony spoke up again.
"You had a long day bambino?" he asked rubbing Peter's back.
"Yeah, but I can finally hug you, so it's fine" he explained making Tony smile.
"I love you tesoro"
"Love you too Dad"
Tony's heart fluttered at the name, he still couldn't believe this perfect kid was his.
"What do you say if we order pizza and watch a movie?"
"Sounds good" he replied, still snuggled against Tony's chest.
"And can we make a sleepover on the couch?"
"No, we will go to bed later. My back can't take sleeping on the couch all night."
"Because you're old and fragile?" Peter asked cheekily.
Tony narrowed his eyes and pinched his side, making Peter squeak "What have I told you about calling me old?"
"That you getting sensitive about it in your old age?" Peter sassed.
"Oh, now your just asking for it" Tony kept one arm around him to keep him from escaping and the other dug into Peter's side, squeezing up to his ribs and down to his hips.
Peter laughed and squeaked, squirming in his arms, but not stopping him.
He moved his hand up into Peter's armpit, mercilessly digging into the sensitive flesh, making Peter shriek and throw his head back int his chest, laughing himself silly.
On top of that Tony decided to be a bit mean and leaned down into his neck, blowing a big raspberry and rubbing his beard in, making it extra ticklish.
Peter squealed, scrunching up his shoulders, laughing even harder
Tony continued to claw at his armpit and blew raspberry after raspberry into his neck, driving him absolutely mad.
When he seemed adequately out of breath, Tony let up, letting him relax.
"That was so unfair"
"Yeah, but you enjoyed it" Tony said smirking down at him.
Peter blushed and hid his face in Tony's chest, mumbling something under his breath.
Tony only laughed and pulled him closer, kissing his forehead.
"Come on, I'll order us pizza and you take a shower and put on something comfy and then we can watch Star Wars to your hearts content"
"Ok" Peter said cheerily making his way to his room, excited and happy to spend time with his dad.
Tony smiled to himself, now that was the Peter he knew and loved. A ray of sunshine brightening his whole world.
Day 20 Relax
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Peter stresses himself to much with learning for an exam so Tony finds a way to relax him.
Peter was exhausted, he has been studying for hours and he still wasn't done. He had an exam in two days and he had to make sure he was as prepared as can be, even if he was sacrificing sleep and breaks.
After another agonizing 30 minutes Tony came into the living room, having obviously spent the past hours in the lab.
Tony walked over to him watching him intently. Peter looked pretty done and stressed hunched over his study material.
"Hey Pete, you good?"
"I'm fine Mr.Stark, just studying for an exam."
"Mhm, and how long have you been at it?"
"Probably eight hours."
"Eight hours?! That's definitely enough, you need to take a break and relax kiddo."
"But I have to study!"
Tony sat himself next to Peter on the couch and draped an arm around his shoulder.
"I know kiddo, but you need a break first"
Peter pouted at him.
"Don't give me the look kid" Tony said poking him in the side, making Peter flinch.
"What was that?" He asked curiously
Peter started blushing "Eh, nothing." he said nervously
"Didn't seem like nothing" Tony stated, an evil smirk forming on his face. He moved his hand to Peter's side again, but this time squeezing it gently, making Peter squeak and jump.
"Is this nothing too?" he asked while continuing to squeeze at his side.
"Tohohony" Peter whined in between giggles. He tried squirming away, but Tony grabbed one of his arms and yanked him down onto his lap. Now having the perfect opportunity to drill into Peter's belly, making him squeal and laugh wildly. He flailed his arms and kicked his legs, but was unable to escape Tony's torturous digits.
Tony smiled down at the adorable, laughing and squirming teen on his lap. His head was thrown back in laughter, his cheeks painted red and he looked much more relaxed and carefree. Now this was the Peter Parker he knew and loved.
"You feeling relaxed Petey Pie?" he teased
Peter just shook his head unable to speak through his laughter.
"Well, I better up my game then" with that he shoved his hands under Peter's arms making him shriek and cackle.
He laughed and laughed, the evil fingers clawing at the sensitive armpits driving him insane. He had completely forgotten about having to study, only being able to think about how much it tickled.
When Tony eventually noticed that he was running out of breath he let up and ruffled his now messy hair.
Peter curled into himself, but made no move to get of Tony's lap.
"Thanks Tony" Peter said yawning.
"Always kiddo" he leaned down and placed a kiss on his head. Peter looked wiped out and like he was ready to dose of right there. Not that he would stop him.
"Get some rest bambino, I'll be right here"
with that Peter drifted of to sleep, warm and comfy with his father watching over him.
Day 17 Sore Losers
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Peter wins against Sam and Bucky multiple in a row in Mario cart and is being a bit too cocky about it, so they decide to humble him with tickles.
Peter, Bucky and Sam were sitting in the living room in front of the TV playing Mario Kart. Peter was sitting between the to men.
Peter's Kart drove through the finish line and he won first place. Sam came in third, losing to a bot and Bucky came in forth. This was the eight round he won in a row.
"Take that losers" he exclaimed gleefully.
"This game is rigged" Sam protested
"Oh, come on not again" Bucky complained
"The game isn't rigged I'm just that good" Peter gloated.
"Yeah, yeah whatever" Bucky tried to play of.
"We're playing another round and this time we will beat you" Sam stated confidently.
"You sure you old folks want to keep losing against the champion?" he taunted with a smirk.
Bucky and Sam shared a look before turning back to the teen.
"I think someone needs an attitude adjustment first" Bucky said menacingly.
"Yeah and we know exactly how to do it." Sam added.
Peter immediately recognized the looks on their faces and tried to escape, but it was way to late and they both pounced on him. Bucky pinned his hands above his head and Sam straddled his hips.
"Any last words?" Bucky questioned.
"You dohohnt have to doho this" he said, nervous giggles already slipping out.
"Oh, but we do" Sam answered.
With that Bucky attacked his armpits with one arm, while holding him down with his metal arm and Sam scribbled in his sides and belly, showing no mercy.
Peter instantly started laughing, shaking his head back and forth and trying to free himself, but he was firmly trapped.
"Nohoho plehehease"
"No can do Spider baby, you got yourself into this mess now you have to take you punishment." Sam explained, punctuating each word with a squeeze to his belly, making Peter squeak.
"Yeah, you can't give us that much attitude and not expect us to tickle you" Bucky agreed.
Sam decided to be a bit mischievous and dipped on finger into his bellybutton making Peter squeal and snort.
"Ooh, that was so adorable" Sam cooed.
"Yeah it's like we have our own little pig." Bucky teased.
Peter blushed madly, "Shuhuht uhuhp ahahasshoholes"
"Did you hear that Sam?"
"I did, looks like someone hasn't learned his lesson yet" Sam moved to his ribs slowly counting each and every one making sure to take his sweet time. All the while Bucky tickled his neck, switching sides every few seconds, always keeping Peter on his toes.
Peter on the other hand was loosing his mind, the rib counting was always torturous and they knew it. And with Bucky constantly switching between the two sides of his neck it was even worse. The two of them working in perfect tandem to make sure to tickle the shit out of him.
His laughter was high pitched and frantic, his face red from laughter, making a cute sight, even if he was a little shit.
Eventually he was running out of breath though and when Sam and Bucky realized that they let him up.
"You guys are so mean" Peter said through residual giggles.
"You had it coming" Bucky stated.
"Yeah, besides you never asked us to stop."
Peter's blush darkened and he curled into himself, but made no comment.
"That's what I thought"
"Come on, let's play another round" Bucky suggested.
The three of them went back to their controllers and started another round, but this time Peter didn't gloated. Not that he could gloat about winning because he was quite distracted with Bucky and Sam constantly poking him. Not that he wasn't enjoying it, but he would never tell them that.