Y'all I watched Spiderman NWH and OH MY GOD BOY WHEN I SAY I SCREAMED I did. I'm a boy who fucking loves Andrew Garfield.
Like look at this man
LOOK AT HIM
HE IS JUST <333333
He's not even in this fic I just luv him. Sorry.
But anyways, I got a request which was THIS:
"ohhh what if you had someone tickling doctor strange? And his magic sorta goes haywire and he has sparks glowing around him. Maybe some furniture slightly lifting/shaking. Like absolutely no control over it and when they tickle certain spots different reactions of magic happen? If you don’t feel like it it’s perfectly fine😊"
- Anon
Anon your MIND i love. But yeah kinda links to No Way Home, in no way links to Andrew Garfield I just needed the excuse to gush about him cause he is everything I want to be and more. Starts off the same as NWH but takes a different (better?) direction.
Hope y'all are having a good one, and are not annoyed by the spam of Andrew gifs (you know it's serious when I capitalise his name every time I say it).
Sorry this took so long to come out!
- Enoy! ~
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"OK but my Aunt May really should know-" Peter said nervously.
"Would you just stop talking!" Doctor strange commanded, trying his best to contain the spell.
The wizard side stepped around the table, arms circling the air causing orange rings to form around the pair.
"Could you also-" Peter began, reaching his hand out to touch Strange's side as he moved past.
He let out a half-strangled noise as the rings exploded outwards, sending shards of orange magic shattering across the floor.
"What was that?" Peter's eyes were wide, scared he had somehow seriously screwed up. "Are you alr-"
"I'm fine." Strange said a little too quickly. "Everything's fine."
He took a few shaky steps, clutching an odd glowing orb and trapping it in a container.
"Are you sure? Cause I touched your side and-" Peter rambled, gesturing to Stephen's ribs. The older man flinched away, almost sending Peter flying with his magic.
"Oh?" Peter smirked in an oddly intimidating manner.
"Peter, don't you dare..." Strange stammered, silently cursing himself for the very unthreatening tone. "We don't know how much damage has been dONE-!"
The doctor was interrupted by a jab to the ribs, forcing a yelp out of his mouth.
Peter's eyes were wide as a kid in a candy store. This was too good to be true.
Within an instant, Peter had tackled Stephen to the floor. His super-charged muscles easily pinning the wizard down. Almost immediately, bright orange sparks ricocheted around the room in time with Strange's giggles.
"I don't even know where to start!" Peter grinned, fingers tapping on his chin in thought. "How abouuuuuuut-"
"Peheheter nohoho-"
"Here!"
Stephen barked out a laugh before descending into manic chuckles as spiderman's hands scattered up and down his ribs. The sparks glowed and zoomed across the room with every jolt of ticklish laughter that came from Strange. The higher Peter got, the more erratic the magic became, and once Peter reached his armpits circles began to appear.
"PEHEHETER DOHOHON'T" Stephen tried to warn, but the evil smirk on Peter's face sent shivers down the already goosebumpy spine of the poor Doctor.
The moment Peter plunged his fingers into Strange's armpits, that high pitch, almost glassy sound echoed from Peter's left. Strange tried to splutter out a second warning but before he got the chance a tidal wave of seawater from the deep ocean plunged over the pair, knocking the two of them to opposite sides of the room. As Peter spluttered and swam for his life, Stephen managed to - within the water - compose himself enough to close the portal.
Peter and Stephen, both sopping wet, locked eyes for a moment. And Strange saw nothing but ticklish hunger in Peter's. Spidey swung across the room, webbing up the wizard without a second of warning, and landed swiftly next to him.
"Peter thihink about what you're dohohoing!" Stephen stuttered, wriggling in the silky bonds that held his body in some weird spider-cocoon.
"Oh I'm thinking alright, thinking this is a GREAT idea!" Peter chirped, gently wriggling his fingers against Strange's exposed neck.
As the doctor's muscles tensed in ticklish torment, the chairs and tables surrounding the two began to shake. The more intense the tickles became, the more violent the vibrations grew. As Peter's nimble fingers climbed higher onto Stephen's neck, the rumbling stopped. A quick glance around himself revealed that the furniture was now floating spookily as if it were possessed.
"Awwwwww Mister Strange, your magic is going haywire!" Peter giggled teasingly, making sure to gently trace the shells of his ears to make the objects shake slowly in mid air. "But I think we're done in this spot..."
Strange took a deep gasp, finally given a brief respite from the ticklish onslaught. He coughed a few times, restoring his deep gravelly voice.
"Peter wait. Let's not cause any more damage than we already have." He threatened, but it was difficult to be intimidating considering his cheeks were still flushed in a post-tickle glow.
Peter, ignoring the wizard's advice, continued his search for a new spot. His hands wiggled teasingly over the poor man's body, slowing down agonisingly close to his stomach.
"Peheheheter..." Strange's voice was already rising into an almost adorable pitch.
"Ye-heh-heh-hes?' Peter mimicked, and without giving Strange even a moment to respond he plunged his fingers into the doctor's tummy.
As Stephen's arms flailed as much as the spiderwebs would allow, Peter narrowly missed a book hurtling towards his head.
"Woah! When you said knowledge is the most powerful weapon I never imagined you'd throw a dictionary at me!"
"Stahahahap!" Strange chuckled helplessly, thrashing from side to side.
At least, it felt like powerful tossing. To Peter it was like pinning a giant worm that would wriggle every so often.
As Stephen's face became a purplish red colour, an odd orange glow radiated from beneath the webs currently containing him.
Peter's fingers were skilfully brutal. Managing to create the perfect combo of pressure and sensation, hard enough to elicit deep belly laughs, but too soft to feel anything but unbearably ticklish. There wasn't a single nerve on Strange's body that wasn't aflame, and there didn't seem to be a cell of his skin that wasn't now a deep amber.
"What you up to there Str-" Peter asked above Strange's giggles, but was rudely interrupted by a powerful but silent blast centring at his little tickle victim. He was knocked several feet into the air, landing crumpled against the wall next to the doorway.
Once Peter's senses were a little less scrambled, he was able to clamber to his feet excited to explore more of the wizard's tickle spots.
Unfortunately for him, Stephen had already composed himself after the senses assault and was rubbing away the goosebumpy phantoms.
"We do not speak of this. To anyone. This moment never happened. You should forget about it and continue your day." Strange muttered between the occasional deep breath.
Peter nodded, a Cheshire grin plastered on his face.
Oh this was a little factoid Peter was far from forgetting.
