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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.
Summary: Peter 3 needs stimulation and chooses to bug Peter 1.
(Felt good to write a tickle fic again! ❤️ :) This has been one of the busiest seasons I've had in a while and I missed having the time and headspace to write what I love ❤️ Hope you guys enjoy and have a Happy Monday ❤️ :))
Peter 1 jumped when a hand tazered his side. "EEP!"
"Hiya Bug!"
Peter 1 rolled his eyes, but a smile pulled up the corners of his mouth. He couldn't be mad at Three. He knew the older Peter was just looking for stimulation and knew he could get it from his brothers' attention.
However, it was fun not to give in straight away. So One purposefully turned back to his Science homework.
A whine escaped the older Peter. "Come on Peeeeete."
One turned the page of his Science book.
"Uno!"
The youngest bit back a smile.
"Peteeee!" Thee poked his side. "Don't ignore meeee!"
One moved to the side but still kept his eyes on his page.
"Hey!"
"Ack!"
One's Science work clattered to the floor as he was pulled into Three's arm.
"H-hey!"
Three swung his brother back and forth. "Unoooo!"
One sighed. "Yehes?"
The older Peter grinned. "Hi."
"Can I go back to my work now?"
"No way!"
"Dude--."
Three angled One upside down so his lower back was on the back of the couch and his neck and head were resting on the seat of the couch. "You need a break!"
"What?"
Any further protests were cut off by a bout of laughter as Three attacked the youngest's tummy with tickles. One arm stayed securely around One's back to keep him from squirming away, but that did not dissuade him from trying his very best. His legs kicked as he squirmed around in Three's hold.
"Gootchie gootchie goo baby brother!"
"Noho! Threhee!"
"I got your tummy! I got your tummy!"
"Naaa! Leheave myhy tummyhy alohone!"
"But he's so lonelyyy!" Three scribbled around. "My fingers are keeping him company."
"Noho!" One snorted. "Thehey're bahad ihinfluehences!"
"They're the best of influences!"
"Theheyre horrihiblehel!"
"You dare insult my finger friends!"
One nodded as a snort slipped out.
"Just for that!"
Before One could ask, Three unleashed a round of raspberries into the youngest's tummy.
One squealed! His older brother just had to play dirty and break out the raspberries. They were a terrible weapon. Especially with the facial hair Three did have on his face!
After a few more raspberries, One tugged on Three's hair.
The older Peter chuckled as he lifted his head. "Ahall tickled ohout?"
One shook his head. "J-uhust beherried ohout."
"Is that so?"
A blush spread across One's face as Three smirked. "Shut uhup!"
With an ever growing grin, Three lifted One's legs and rolled him onto the seat of the couch.
The youngest bounced. "Oof!"
Before he could get up, Three jumped over the back of the couch and onto the youngest. He sat on One's lower back. "Round two?"
"Shuhut up!"
"Nah." Three skittered across One's shoulder blades. "I think I'll tease you instead."
A/N: This came to my mind from watching a cat video. A CAT VIDEO! Those things are the best. I'll send the link in here later. Anyway enjoy!
Summary: Peter 1 and Steven are having the best time at the Knight House (get it? cause he's Moonknight? I'll stop). However, when it's time to go, Peter 1 doesn't wanna leave yet so Peter 3, Jake, and Marc have to tire the two boys out. Also for context (and cause I'm a sucker for children), in this AU, Peter 1 and Steven are around the age of 9. Hope you still like it.
"Okay, ready!"
"Ready!"
"Rock, paper, scissors, SHOOT!" Peter 1 and Steven exclaimed as one of them pulled out a pair of scissors while the other pulled out a rock. After the two of them met in kindergarten, Steven and Peter 1 had become fast friends. The two of them bonded over the fact of being the youngest in the family with two older brothers. Steven talked about Jake and Marc while Peter 1 talked about Peter 2 and 3. The two of them also shared a love for history and monopoly. And they both hated not being included in everything. It was a perfect match.
So when it came to the opportunity that Peter 2 would be running late to pick him up from school, Peter 1 automatically suggested going to Steven's house. The 4 brothers knew each other and had a close relationship so it was okay. Steven and Peter 1 sang the Inspector Gadget theme song all the way to the house (even though they didn't know the words).
Now, it was almost 8 o'clock and Peter 1 and Steven should've been in bed by now. But because he had a friend over, he could stay up a little later than originally planned. "Aw man!" Steven said as Peter 1 cheered, winning another round of rock paper scissors. "Wanna play again?"
"Yeah. I wanna beat you!"
"Peter! Your brother's here!" Marc called from downstairs. Peter 1's face fell. His brother was here to pick him up. He couldn't wait to see him, but he also didn't wanna leave Steven. Shaking his head, Peter 1 hopped onto his best friend's bed and pulled the covers over him. "What's wrong, Uno?" Steven asked using his best friend's nickname. Peter 1 poked his head out and put his finger on his lips. "Be quiet Steven. If my brother finds me, he'll take me home."
"What? I don't want you to go." Steven cried with worry. "Peter!" Jake called this time as Steven scrambled under the covers next to Peter 1. "Shhh, if we stay quiet, they won't find us."
"Uno! Your favorite brother Tres is here!" Now it was Peter 3 followed by three pairs of footsteps going upstairs. Peter 1 and Steven covered their mouths to keep from making a sound.
The two boys heard the bedroom door open. "Come on lil' bro, we all know you're in here." Marc said as a matter of fact. Marc took notice of the two lumps on his little brother's bed. It took everything in the Moon Knight's power to keep from laughing. "Hey Peter 3, I don't think your brother's in here." Marc looked at his brother and Peter 3 with a smirk, letting them know that the boys were 'hiding'. Sensing the hint, the others wore the exact same smirk Marc had and played along.
As quietly as a mouse, Peter 3 tip-toed into the room. "Oh I think you're right. I can't find them anywhere." Peter 3 replied. The Moon Knights and the Spider-Man heard a pair of giggles from under the covers.
"Guess we'll just have to revisa la sala de estar." Jake agreed following pursuit of Peter 3. Jake made his way to one side of the bed while Peter 3 made it to the other. Marc stayed and closed the door, the room now filled with silence. A moment passed before the covers began to shuffle.
"Are they gone?" Peter 1 whispered to Steven. Steven listened from under the covers but heard nothing. "I think so." Steven slowly lifted the covers to reveal himself and Peter 1.
Big mistake.
"GOTCHA!" Peter 1 squealed as Peter 3 grabbed his brother and lifted him off the bed. Peter 3 held him in his arms and scribbled his fingers all over the 9 year old's sides. "I gotcha little bro. You can't hide from me." Peter 3 teased, blowing a short raspberry in the boy's belly. Poor Uno tried to get out of his brother's grasp but the tickles were too much. All he could do was take it.
"Uno!" Steven called out as he went to help his friend, but Jake grabbed him before he could take a step. "And where do you think you're going, hermano?" Jake said before he drilled his fingers in his brother's belly. "Jahahahake lemme ehehehehehe gohohohohoho!" Jake didn't replied and lowered his hand a bit. "I got your belly. Tengo tu barriga!" The teasing only made Steven laugh more.
Deciding to join in on the fun, Marc moved away from the door and got to work on his brother's bare feet. "Hey, guess who's got your feet? Guess who's got your feet?" Steven didn't bother to reply as his eldest brother rubbed his two thumbs on the soles of his feet.
With Uno, Tres was busy blowing raspberries on his little tummy. "TREHEHEHEHEHES STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIT!"
"Om nom nom nom nom. Mmmm this is a tasty strawberry." Tres moved from his brother's tummy to his neck. "Let's see how many fruits you're hiding up here." With his chin full of hair from the beard he was going out, Peter 3 rubbed his face in Uno's neck. "Where are the fruits? Where are you hiding them?"
"NOWHEREHEHEHEHEHE!"
"Liar! I will find them." Tres declared as he nibbled his brother's neck while his fingers scribbled the boy's knees.
With the Knight brothers, Jake slowed down his tickles a bit so Steven can breathe. Marc traveled up from his feet to his knees. "Hey hey, guess what?"
"WHAHAHAT?"
"I got your knees. I got your knees." Marc squeezed Steven's knees so gently, he was surprised when his brother screamed like a little girl. Jake smiled at the two of them, making sure that Steven didn't fall out of his grip. "Look at you. Eres tan lindo hermanito." Placing a kiss on his brother's forehead, Jake gave Steven one last raspberry on his neck. "Come on Marc, he's had enough." Jake said as Marc gave him a sad look and let go of Steven's knees. "But I wanted his knees." Marc whined playfully making wiggly finger at his brother. Steven squealed and hid in Jake's chest, making his brothers laugh.
With the Spider bros, Tres was just finishing up Uno's armpits and whispering nonsense in his neck. "TREHEHEHEHEHEHES!" Uno pleaded as Tres finally relented. Tres tossed his brother in the air and caught him. "Ready to go home?" Tres asked while his brother got all of the tingles out of his system.
Uno looked at Steven. "But, me and Steven-"
"Will see each other tomorrow at school. Now, we gotta get home before we both get in trouble with Dos." Tres replied referring to their older brother. Uno still looked sad but was happy to know that he'll see Steven at school tomorrow.
Jake and Peter 3 put their brothers down as they watch them give each other a hug. The brothers tried and failed not to melt at the sight. "Bye Steven."
"Adios Uno." Steven replied as he watched his friend and his brother leave.
Once they were gone, Steven sniffed a bit. "Hey what's wrong buddy?" Marc asked, scooping up the youngest in his arms. Rubbing his eyes, Steven shook his head. "Nothing."
"You're lying. You know what big brothers do to little brothers who lie?" Marc smirked as Steven looked at him with confusion. "Tell him Jake." Marc said as Jake trotted over to his two brothers. Jake wiggled his fingers at the boy. "We cosquillas them!" With that, another tickle game had be brought to light.
"I won't be taken down by something as childish as tickling."
With Peter 1 being a teenager and thinking he's too old for tickles so his older brothers decide to show him you're never too old for tickles. And at one point whenever Peter 1 is getting tickled, he grabs his brother's hands with the idea of how are you supposed to tickle me without your hands, and then the older brother starts giving him raspberries instead :)
(I hope that's okay ❤️ your works are awesome :))
Thank you so much! You're so sweet, and I love this idea! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy it. I got super flustered while I was writing it lol
"I won't be taken down by something as childish as tickling," Peter 1 declared confidently, propping his head up with his arm trying to act nonchalant.
The three Spidermen had just finished dinner, during which the older two had decided to tease him about how Otto had just found out he was ticklish the a few days before. Peter 2 and Peter 3 looked at him in disbelief and smirked at each other across the table.
"You sure about that? Because last time-"
"uh LAST TIME," Peter 1 interjected, eyes widening as he tried to defend himself, "I was just playing along. It wouldn't actually work."
Peter 3 just laughed at him and stood up to start clearing the dishes from their dinner. Peter 2 however stayed and raised an eyebrow at Peter 1.
"You'd better run."
"I don't need to run because its not gonna work." Peter 1 crossed his arms in defiance and tried not to break eye contact with Peter 2. Unfortunately for him that meant he didn't notice Peter 3 sneaking up behind him before it was too late.
Suddenly, arms wrapped firmly around One's shoulders and someone's head leaned down next to his ear, "You sure about that buddy?" came Peter Three's smug voice.
Peter 1 screamed and tried to thrash away as Peter 3 started drilling into his upper ribs. Peter 2 laughed at him from across the table and moved over to gently squeeze at his knees.
"Not so grown up now huh?" Peter 2 teased, switching between squeezing just above his kneecaps and scribbling on the undersides of his knees.
"ShUHUHUHT UHUHP!"
Peter 3 hummed, "Mmm no, I don't think we will."
Peter 1 fell into frantic laughter as Peter 2 started squeezing up and down his thighs, the sensations making him go crazy. His eyes shut and his face scrunched up as he giggled his head off, causing his brothers to coo at him.
"Such a cute little baby bro! That's gotta tickle so bad, huh?"
"Aww you're just too ticklish aren't you?"
"NOho IM NOHAT SHUHUHUHUHSH"
Peter 1 was quickly turning bright red. He started trying to slip down off of the chair and out of Peter Three's grasp but his brothers just followed him to the floor. Peter 1 almost escaped but was pulled back by Peter 2 before he could get far enough.
"Oh no you don't! We aren't finished here young man!"
Peter 3 maneuvered the youngest so he was laying half on his lap but Peter 1 was still struggling to get away through his giggles.
"Pete, we aren't even tickling you right now!" Peter 2 chuckled, hovering his hands over Peter One's sides and wiggling his fingers to Peter One's dismay.
"Stohohop dohohing that!"
"Why buddy?" Peter 3 leaned down and planted a tickly kiss against Peter One's neck before whispering in his ear, "Does it tickle?"
Peter 1 squeaked and giggled as Peter 2 started gently kneading his sides. In a sudden burst of strength, Peter 1 managed to get his arms out of Three's grasp and grabbed onto Peter Two's hands, pushing them away from his ticklish sides.
"Now youhoho cahan't get me!" Peter 1 laughed triumphantly at his oldest brother, leaning his face as close as he could get to the other with Peter 3 now holding him snug around the waist. Peter 2 leaned forward so that their foreheads were touching and smirked.
"You sure about that, baby bro?"
I'm not a babEHEHEHEH PETET2PETER2NAHHAHAH"
Without warning, Peter 2 had started nuzzling at Peter One's tummy, throwing in a few raspberries here and there and making noming noises as he pretended to eat his stomach. Peter 1 was still holding onto his hands and laughing his head off now, trying to peddle his legs against the floor or squirm away but getting nowhere.
"Woahoh, little man is trying real hard now, you sure you're not ticklish buddy?" Peter 3 teased, having to struggle a little bit to keep the littlest in place.
"Something wrong, One?" Peter 2 asked, looking up for a second to give him a breather.
"N-Nohoho everything's fihihine, I told youho I'm not ticklish."
Peter 1 tried to sound defiant but he couldn't keep the giggles out of his voice. The other two made eye contact with each other over his head and Peter 2 got his hands free, placing them on his sides again, leaning down towards his stomach and smirking.
Peter 1 knew he was in trouble but made the decision to try and keep up bold act. He steeled his glare as best he could.
"Do you worst."
Peter 3 seemed to choke behind him and Peter 2 raised an eyebrow, gaping slightly in surprise.
"Yeah uh huh okay, its your funeral," Peter 2 smiled innocently, "Hey Three, you mind helping me?"
"It'd be my honor, dear brother of mine!"
Peter 1 gulped. Suddenly Peter 2 landed a huge raspberry on his stomach while Peter 3 started drilling into his ribs. Peter 1 screamed, his frantic laughter bouncing off the walls and lighting up the room. He could feel his resolve breaking as Peter 2 started scribbling at his sides and lower ribs but he still didn't want to give in.
"Just admit that it tickles and we'll stop!" Peter 2 sang, trying not to laugh as he could tell Peter 1 was close to giving up.
What ended up doing him in was when Peter 3 started blowing quick, tickly raspberries all over his neck. His laughter fell silent for a moment before he gathered himself together enough to finally admit what his brothers had been trying to get him to say.
"OKAHAHAHAY IT TICKLES IT TICKLESITTICKLES PLEAEHEHASE!"
Right away the other two stopped their torment and cheered, giving each other a highfive.
"Now was that so hard, buddy?"
Peter 1 lay in Peter Three's lap with his eyes closed, left over giggles still spilling out.
"You twoho are the wohohorst."
Peter 3 snickered and started gently running his fingers through One's hair, causing him to let out a happy sigh. Peter 2 smiled at his little brothers, laying down on his side next to Peter 1 and throwing an arm over his stomach.
"Hate to break it to you bud, but you'll never be too old for tickles."
"And don't you ever forget it!" Peter 3 booped One's nose gently and cooed as Peter 1 groaned and scrunched his face up at them both in fake annoyance.
Smiling, Peter 2 drew his baby brother closer to him and held out his other hand for Peter 3, pulling him to lie down on the floor. He happily snuggled up to them, still playing with One's hair and now rubbing gently at Two's knuckles.
After a few minutes of floor cuddles, Peter 2 spoke up quietly.
"You doing okay, One?"
He lifted his head up when he didn't get an answer only to find Peter 1 fast asleep in between them. Peter 2 brushed back his hair and kissed his forehead before lying back down and shutting his own eyes. For awhile, the only sounds were their gentle, steady breathing before Peter 3 broke the silence again.
"Hey, you know someone still has to do the dishes?"
Two reached across and playfully smacked at his arm.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Summary: Peter is sitting upside down on the couch, texting MJ when Sam and Bucky sit next to him to watch football. But when he stretches and shirt rides up exposing his belly, it draws Sam and Bucky's attention to a more entertaining activity.
Peter was laying upside down on the couch, with his head hanging of the couch, happily texting MJ when Bucky and Sam came into the room and sat themselves right and left from Peter.
"Hey squirt, you mind if we watch football here?" Bucky asked.
"No go ahead"
"Neat" Sam answered "You're texting your girlfriend munchkin?"
Peter rolled his eyes "She's not my girlfriend"
"Not yet" Sam said wiggling his eyebrows at him, making Peter snort.
After that they just quietly watched the game. Peter scrolling on Instagram after he was done texting MJ.
That was until he stretched, making his shirt ride up a little. And of course Sam and Bucky immediately noticed, exchanging glances with each other, both thinking about the same plan without having to say a word.
A few seconds later they pounced, Bucky pinning his legs and pinching his knees, while Sam scribbled in his tummy.
Peter shrieked and immediately started laughing, his phone falling out of his hand as he tried to push away Sam's devious fingers, just for Sam to take his hands in his, so that he can claw at his belly without interruptions.
"Guhuhys whyyy"
"Sorry kid, but we just couldn't let this opportunity slide" Bucky said.
"Yeah, your in perfect tickle position" Sam commented, moving up to his ribs and digging in-between each bone.
It's more like he is in a horrible position to defend himself. He should have known that those to idiots could not resist to mess with—.
His thoughts were interrupted when Bucky tickled his toes, making him squeal and howl with frantic laughter.
"Seems like a good spot Buck"
"I agree, those itsy bitsy toes are definitely very ticklish indeed" Bucky teased, making Peter blush madly.
"Shuhuht uhuhp"
But the two paid him no mind, Bucky continued to tickle his toes and rank his fingers up and down his sensitive soles, while Sam alternated between digging into his armpits and spidering down to his hips and squeezing them, making Peter yelp and squeak between his laud and boisterous laughter.
It was pure ticklish hell and entirely unfair and he loved it.
When they noticed him running out of oxygen though they stopped and let him go.
Peter curled into himself, giggling weakly and his face completely read.
"You guys are so mean" he panted
"Us two? Who you never asked to stop?"
Peter's face went even more red but he made no comment.
"Besides being tickle monsters is just part of our duties, can't do anything about that" Bucky explained.
"Exactly" Sam agreed "So at least a weekly doses of tickles is mandatory" he stated like it was a true fact.
Peter scoffed but wisely didn't further comment, and instead tried to deflect from the topic.
"I'm getting snacks. You guys want some?"
"Yeah bring us some chips" Bucky said
"And Soda" Sam added.
Peter made his way to the kitchen, smiling to himself when Bucky and Sam couldn't see him. Those could be annoying as hell, but he secretly didn't mind being tickled more often. Even if he had two resident tickle monsters to deal with.
