#marvel tickling

[ticklesthentopple]

More self insert art with Loki //////

[city-tickles]

@city-tickles

Hey, hi, I know your home page said you aren't taking any requests at the time, which is fine.

But, in case you do get back to requests at any time, there is this obscure clip of actor Hugh Jackman getting tickled on the stomach on some Japanese talk show, which was years ago.

It was adorable

Hi!

I hope this is the clip you’re talking about, but it’s courtesy of @lovemybluebully! Hope you enjoy!

[giggleeguy]

hiiii! Me again! I think you should totally draw lee!loki. There’s not enough content for him in my humble opinion :). Also your art is delicious.

Thats true!! We need more lee!loki

[tastybluesprite]

Sparring

I really liked this idea but idk if someone did it already. If that’s the case it was totally on accident. Anyway that’s all I don’t believe I wrote for them yet sooo… here we are! Enjoy❤️

Warnings: None really except a ton of fluff, also that this is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing feel free to keep scrolling

Summery: Tony spars with Peter, until he pulls a certain trick that leaves Peter rather helpless…

It was one of those days when Tony had set time aside for Peter to work on his hand to hand combat skills. Sure, the kid had super strength and agility, but Tony was adamant that being Spider Man wasn't just about relying on webs and sarcasm. So here they were, in the middle of a makeshift training area in the Stark Tower gym, dressed in casual workout clothes, ready for a sparring session.

“You know, Mr. Stark, we could’ve done this with, like, the suits on. That would’ve made it more authentic.”

Tony smirked, stretching his arms above his head. “Kid, if you can’t handle me without the suit, what makes you think you’d stand a chance against any big bad villain? No more stalling. Let’s go.”

Peter rolled his eyes but took a fighting stance. “Alright… but don’t get offended if I go easy on you…”

Tony snorted with a raised eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And whats that supposed to mean? Think I’m too old to keep up with a quirt like you?”

Peter’s eyes widened. “N-no… I.. just… meant.. um…”

Tony laughed. “Relax kid, I’m messing with you. Don’t underestimate me because you have superpowers and I’m just a simple man… who happens to be a genius… now come on let’s go…”

The sparring then began. Peter kept darting in and out of Tony’s reach, his spider sense giving him an advantage. Tony, though not enhanced, had many years of experience, as well as sharp reflexes. His movements were precise, calculated for an adult man.

They danced around the mat, Peter occasionally landing hits, while Tony worked on wearing him down.

Suddenly, Tony feigned a misstep, stumbling just enough to bait Peter in. The teenager lunged forward, and Tony took advantage of the moment, twisting around and pressing a specific spot on Peter’s shoulder.

Peter gasped, and his legs giving out beneath him as he crumpled to the floor, leaving him completely immobilized.

“What the—?!” Peter exclaimed, his eyes widening.

Tony crouched down next to him, looking amused. “Pressure point. An old trick. You’ll thank me when I teach it to you. For now, though…” He poked Peter’s arm, which remained limp and unresponsive. “You’re not going anywhere for a bit...”

Peter’s cheeks flushed. It couldn’t possibly get more humiliating than this… being immobile and helpless in front of his literal idol of all people!

“Mister Stark this is so unfair! I can’t move!”

“Exactly why it’s effective. Now, let’s see…” Tony tapped his chin thoughtfully, his gaze scanning Peter’s prone form. “What can I do with a completely helpless Spider-Kid?”

Peter’s eyes widened a bit. “Wh… what?.”

“Oh, Dont worry…” Tony assured him with a small grin. “You know I’d never seriously hurt you… but.. ” A mischievous grin spread across the billionaires face. He leaned down, and gently wiggled his fingers menacingly over Peter’s torso. “I enjoy messing with you…”

“No, no, no, no!” Peter protested, his voice rising in panic. He instinctively tried to squirm away, but he was completely immobile.

Tony’s fingers descended towards his sweater, dancing lightly over Peter’s ribs. The reaction was immediate. Peter let out a squeaky laugh, his Spidey sense going into overdrive despite the paralysis.

“Mihihister Stahahark! Nohohoho!” Peter burst out, his laughter high-pitched and uncontrollable.

Tony chuckled. “Oh, this is just gold. I didn’t realize you were this ticklish, kid. And here I thought spiders were supposed to be tough.”

Peters head shook a bit, with his neck being the only muscles on his body not paralyzed, his face turning a bit red. Tony’s fingers found a rhythm, alternating between light scribbles and firmer prods along Peter’s sides and ribs.

“Th-THIhIhIhIS IhiHiHiHiS SOHohOhoHo EHeHeeHeHEVIhIHihIL!!!” Peter managed out hysterically through uncontrollable laughter.

“You’re just the cutest giggly mess, aren’t you…” Tony teased, grinning. He was clearly enjoying himself. “Let’s see…” He shifted his attention to Peter’s stomach, his fingers spidering over the surface of his hoodie.

Peter’s laughter grew more frantic. “No! NooHoOHOhOHO!!! NOHoHoHoT THEhEHEREHeHE! PleHEheHAhAhase!” Peter squealed out in panic.

“Oh? Bad spot?” Tony teased. He pulled up Peter’s sweater slightly, exposing his belly.

“N-no! Wahahait! Dohohohont—” Peter

But it was too late. Tony’s fingers lightly scratched at Peter’s belly, and the reaction was immediate.

Peter squealed more and laughed hysterically. His head shaking. “MIHIhiHiSTEHeHer STAHaHaHaHRK!!! PLeHEHEHEHASe…”

Tony chuckled, gently scribbled all over his belly. Peter squealed and laughed, his head shaking more as it was the only thing he could move.

Tony then accidentally brushed over his belly button, making Peter shriek and laugh hysterically.

Peter’s laughter went silent for a moment before he let out a loud squeal. “STOP! STA-HAHAHARK!”

“Belly button, huh?” Tony said, grinning like Christmas had come early. “Quite the sensitive nerves here for such a small spot…” He dug his fingers in gently, circling the sensitive area and poking in directly at the center, gently wiggling his finger in.

Peter was utterly helpless, tears developing by his eyes as he laughed uncontrollably. “I CA-HAHAHANT TAKE IT!”

Tony finally took pity on him, pulling back and letting Peter catch his breath.

As the effects of the pressure point wore off, Peter sat up, glaring at Tony. “You… are… t-the wohohorst,” he panted, his hair disheveled and his face flushed.

Tony shrugged, completely unapologetic. “Maybe be a bit more aware I’m battle so this doesn’t happen, yeah?” He playfully poked Peters side, making him squeak.

“I’m never living this down, am I?”

“Not a chance, kid,” Tony said, patting him on the shoulder. “I think we can call this one another win for me. We can rematch again some other time.” He said, turning to leave the room.

Peter’s eyes widened “H-Hey! Dont just leave me like this!”

Tony chuckled as he walked away. “Don’t worry… it should ware off in a bit… although… maybe I should alert the others of your position…”

“N-no! Mister Stark don’t!” Peter panicked.

Tony just chuckled as he disappeared.

[toweroftickles]

Dear MCU tickling community:

Yes, I absolutely adore Yelena & Natasha too. We all do. (Especially since Florence Pugh is such a tickler IRL. 😜) But for the most part, it’s the same pool of characters who get all of the fandom’s love - the Widows, Ms. Marvel, Peter, Loki, Bucky, Wanda, Tony & Steve, sometimes Kate Bishop, et al. There’s tons of other underrated or rarely-appearing heroes & villains who deserve tickle content too!! Please; I need headcanons, fics, fanart!

Who are your top 10 most-wanted?

((I’m making this post because I’m desperately manifesting & have no time to write this stuff myself))

Laura Barton (+ or - her kids, either way)

Dr. Helen Cho

So, what happened to this lady? Seriously. (Imagine her as a ‘ler in a medical exam scenario)

America Chavez

Why does everyone (including Marvel apparently) forget about her? She’s so spunky; she’s got such switchy tickler vibes

Eleanor Bishop

Cassandra Nova & her long-ass fingers

Namora

bare feet + bare tummy + blue skin + those FEATHERS; come on, it writes itself people

Valentina Allegra de Fontaine

PLEASE PLEASE GUYS I’M BEGGING YOU

EVIL 'LER

EVIL 'LER

EVIL 'LER

Maria Rambeau

Nakia

lowkey yearning for a fight between her & Namora that devolves into tickling (I am shameless)

Shalla-Bal

(her using her silver toes to tickle Sue & Johnny) sorry what was that I didn’t say anything

[sensitivedevelopments]

Distractions (Cherik)

Tag: @tickles-tea

AO3 Link

Summary: Charles offers to help Erik with his training. Erik isn't sure what to expect.

Warnings: Tickle fic. Skip if that's not your thing.

Lee!Erik, Ler!Charles that eventually switches to the reverse.

OOC, perhaps, but fits into the First Class timeline.

Erik had been through a lot of trials in his life. None of them had been like Charles Xavier.

Perhaps it was unfair to compare someone as genuine and sweet as Charles to the other things he had been through—to Shaw and his tables with straps and his implements—but at times like these, when faced with the full force of that sincerity, he found that he had even less defenses against it than he had against Shaw. With Shaw, he knew what to expect. With Charles, he always felt lost. Off kilter.

Charles was all warm hands and gentle words, then at once a fierce insistence that Erik was worth it, that he belonged there with them. It was enough to give one whiplash, were it not for the fact that it was all so irrevocably insistent of his own goodness and worth as a person. If he could expect nothing else, he could expect whatever Charles would do to go in that direction.

That did nothing to help him right now. Days ago, Charles had asked him, so calmly, so sincerely, if he was allowed back into Erik’s head. To help him train, ostensibly, but that was only part of what had happened. He had reached into Erik’s memories like reaching into the reeds of a pond and pulled out something so precious to him that it might have been made of gold and physical between them. A memory of his mother, of celebrating with her. Being safe with her.

It rattled Erik at first. Knocked him off his pedestal of anger and hate and had him face-plant right into the soft grass of whatever this was that he had with Charles. But then he had began to realise the similarities of it to what was happening here. With Charles, he was not afraid of being betrayed. In Charles’s house, he did not fear waking up with knives in his flesh and Shaw towering over him again.

Was this safety? It was not exactly the same as that memory, but it certainly felt close to it. With Charles, he found himself able to smile. To relax. He should really known better than to do that.

Not because he was betrayed, but because Charles could be playful when he least expected it. Erik had no idea how to deal with that, no practiced defenses against it.

They were out on the grounds that day, hidden amongst the trees around the lake. Charles was watching him as he trained, levitating various bits of metal they had found around the house, forming complex shapes around himself and the rustling trees. Charles had informed him that one of those trees was his favorite, from his childhood. What a ridiculous concept. He still took a little extra care not to graze it with the odd pair of scissors flying about.

They were alone out there, in part thanks to the ridiculous comments Raven and Alex had offered the one time they were allowed in on Erik’s training (it was not juggling, damn it). Mostly, though, it was just nicer to be out in the quiet, and Charles only offered his opinions if he thought it might help. This, Erik was quite proficient at, and so the professor remained still, sitting in the grass behind him. At least until he got an idea, as Erik would soon come to learn.

The metal was forming a snake that slithered around him in the air, curled over the canopy of the nearest tree, and twitched to a stop in the air as Charles’ voice sounded behind him. Erik turned to look at him, arms still outstretched in the other direction.

“I was wondering,” Charles said, “if you wanted some help with your practice.”

Erik raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

In response, Charles raised his hand to his head, wiggling his fingers next to his temple in a familiar way.

“Test your concentration, perhaps?”

They both knew very well what kind of focus it took to use their respective powers. It was a correct angle from which to approach helping, but what exactly was he suggesting? Erik frowned as he watched Charles rise to his feet.

“Keep going,” he said, nodding his encouragement. “It’ll become clear.”

There was something in his expression that put Erik on edge. He knew that playfulness by now, but it came in so many different forms. Still, he turned back and guided the metal snake to curl around the trunk of the tree and slide back down. At the roots, he began to split it into tendrils that curled in different directions.

Then something brushed up his side, light as a feather.

He startled, convinced that something that lived in the trees or bushes had found its way into his shirt. The metal stalled, but did not fall as he reached down to smooth his sweater over the area. When he felt nothing more, he turned his attention back to the metal.

It happened again, almost immediately. This time, it was two quick swipes, up and down his ribs. He brushed at it once again, and found that this time, it didn’t help. The feeling didn’t dissipate.

Confused, he turned around, immediately spotting Charles, fingers at his temple and a smile on his face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, impossibly innocent. “I thought you were focusing?”

Stilling the metal in the air, Erik raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

“Really, Charles?”

Charles gave a shrug, and his fingers stayed in place.

“All’s fair in love and practice.”

Erik raised the other eyebrow then, and his sudden burst of amusement was clearly felt by Charles, whose smile widened the slightest bit.

“I’ll make sure to remember that the next time you’re training,” he said.

He turned back to the metal, but not before he could see Charles open his mouth and find no retort. The sound of him trying was almost imperceptible, just an aborted breath or two, but Erik noticed. His smirk, however, did not last for long after that.

Charles was evidently done being subtle, but Erik was stubborn if he was anything. The next touch moved up both sides, and it felt more like fluttering fingers than feathers. Erik’s arms clamped immediately down to his sides, the metal made a jagged motion sideways, and he clamped his mouth shut. At his armpits, the feeling dodged up to his shoulders instead and cascaded like skittering nails down his back. It made him shiver more than anything, and he was going to have to ask Charles to do that the next time he needed help sleeping, but it did not break his concentration.

If Charles was noticing the way the metal shivered in the air, he said nothing about it.

Slowly regaining his confidence, Erik selected a smaller section of the metal—a haphazard mix of scrap parts and loose staples that wouldn’t be missed. Everything else lowered to the ground, and he brought it closer to himself, letting its parts curl around each other and melt into one uniform piece. Curling his hands in the air around it, he began to form it into a cube.

Something curled teasingly over his lower ribs and down his sides, heading with singular purpose towards his hips. He would never admit to the sound that escaped him as he realised that.

It didn’t stop, and Erik fought for his life. The feeling curled like gentle nails over his hips, and he suddenly felt less like training and more like curling up into a ball and disappearing. The compromise between that and his pride was his knees bending halfway to a crouch and his hands shaking as he struggled to hold on to the metal. He clenched his teeth, refusing to let out another sound.

Then that something--that nefarious, nebulous feeling—turned without warning to a pinching squeeze around the base of his hips.

The metal cube followed him down to the grass like an obedient dog as Erik came to the conclusion that the best solution here would be to hunker down like a crumpled hedgehog and suffer through the feeling. There was another sound, not a laugh, but some sort of whine, then a strangled “Charles”.

There was a chuckle from behind him, warm like honey and sweeter, still. The feeling didn’t let up, even as he let go of the metal to cover himself uselessly with his hands. At his first breathless laugh, as though it was the trigger of a gun, Charles let loose with it.

Hands or feathers or something else entirely—Erik was too far gone to tell—skittered and danced up his sides to his armpits, down over his thighs, rolling over his belly. Erik made a sound like a wounded animal and descended into giggles that no one but Charles would ever find out he was capable of. It felt like torture. It felt light and warm. He was unable to make any sense of the feeling.

“Chaharles,” he pleaded, his voice higher than he had ever heard it before. There was another laugh from behind him, this one louder and delighted, and Erik was not so far gone that he couldn’t appreciate being the reason for Charles to laugh like that. For a moment, the sounds mingled, like harmonizing notes. Though the result was nice, Erik felt a little bit like he was actively dying at this point.

He had never laughed at length, had never had reason to, and while Charles had tried tickling him before (likely the reason he dared to do it now), it had never been this intense. Erik found himself lying sideways in the grass, an imperfect metal cube forgotten in front of him. It watched him impartially as Charles methodically took him apart. He could do it from a distance. He could do it without lifting a finger.

He was terrifying, and Erik would be turned on about that if he wasn’t so busy giggling like a child.

“What?” Charles asked, and the laugh was clear in his voice. “I thought you wanted to practice!”

His tone lowered a bit, but he was no less amused when he added, “You look lovely like that, by the way.”

Erik realized with some difficulty that Charles was teasing him, and was that not just the cherry on top of all this? He had run from a lot of things and fought through a lot of things, but few of them were as paradoxical as this. This should be humiliating, and he should be lashing out. Instead he felt completely safe, a feat only ever possible because it was Charles doing this. Charles who had proven as much as one could that Erik could trust him. That he wanted him to feel safe and comfortable. And apparently to be tickled beyond coherency.

He knew that Charles was at least shallowly in his head now, keeping what boundaries he could while making sure that Erik wouldn’t be overwhelmed. But to hell with that, he thought. Clearly, training was over, and this was nothing if not a provocation.

His laughter had gone from a loud, boisterous thing to a breathless sort of wheezing at this point, and it was a struggle to move at all with the feeling creeping all over him like vigorous ants. Still, Erik was a stubborn man, and Charles had not been careful that day. He was still wearing metal. A watch on his left wrist. Cufflinks. A pair of slacks with a metal zipper. All enough for Erik to reach out with one swift, uncoordinated hand and yank him gracelessly through the air as Charles yelped like a startled child. The tickling feeling disappeared in an instant, and Erik had time to take one breath before Charles landed on him with all the grace of a man tumbling off a cliff. It was all Erik could do to raise one arm and try to catch him, but they still ended up in an uncoordinated roll across the grass.

“Erik!” Charles was yelling, but they had slowed to a stop and Erik was already ensuring that he ended up on top. Surely, Charles was going to say something about this being childish or their clothes getting dirty, but Erik was faster. The next sound Charles let out was a loud, startled laugh around his next words.

“This—ah—thihis is nohot part of ihihit!” He was flailing, reaching for Erik’s hands, but vengeance gives one reflexes like no other. Erik dodged him at every turn and dove inside that neat jacket with no preamble to find the soft skin of his belly. The laughter raised an octave as Charles tried to curl up like a shrimp, and Erik grinned triumphantly down at him. In the next instant, Charles’ hands had been yanked above his head and pinned to the ground by watch and cufflinks both.

“All’s fair in love and practice,” Erik parroted, smug beyond belief. He could feel the whispers of tickles over his thighs and hips, but Charles was too distracted now to make it all that effective. Erik huffed.

“Come on. You can do better than that. Show me your legendary focus, Charles.”

Charles did no such thing. Instead he curled sideways as much as he could and laughed his head off, eyes shut and cheeks red. The sight of him so loose and carefree was almost enough to distract Erik from the task at hand. Almost.

“We’ll keep at this until you can get out, you know.” He did not imagine the way Charles’ breath hitched between laughs. “Show me your escape strategy.”

The undeniable thrill in the back of his head was not his own.

[dopameems]

rogue being reminded of logan’s “i’ll take care of you” speech when she’s not feeling so good. maybe a fall out with a friend or even bobby, she’s feeling super sorry for herself and sitting in pity. all for logan to welcome himself into her room, picking things up off her shelves and making silly jokes about each thing. but she’s trying to stay miserable and hiding the slight smile creeping onto her face. he gives up and throws himself onto her bed next to her, whining at her to cheer up, flicking her hair out of the way, holding it up into a mohawk just being stupid and playful. she just won’t budge, logan just starts poking her, all out of ideas. first her shoulders, working his way down her side, when she jerks to the opposite side his other hand is there to tickle her other side. tweaking at her ribs and counting them, he threatens to hold her arms above her head all helpless unless she smiles. rogue knows she wouldn’t be able to fight him off, he’s stronger than her. but when he squeezes her knees, she breaks. falling into fits of giggles and squealing out her protests. “a smile looks better on you than that overused frown.” he teases, “now. wanna talk about it or wanna laugh some more?”

[trrickytickle]

Fantastic Four tickle headcanons :DD

bro this has been taking over my very being. i would draw 1 million tk drawigns of them if i could. THE VOICES. These are rough but also awesome and not all of them, life is busy so tickling is very little i won't be doing the standard individual chaacter lee+ler hc format for these because i haven't thought about that- i've kind of just thought up little factoids and stories!

Reed's ticklishness affects his elastic state- befause of reflexes, he'll bend back into his original shape or contort all wonky like. He's surprisingly weak to this- once he got tickled in a battle and it was actually ridiculous to watch, he started flailing and being like, less physically capable. He eventually developed an anti tickle failsafe mechanism on his suit. Better late than never.

Tickling doesn't often cross his mind, being a smarty pants... But because of this, it always manages to catch him off guard. The most frequent perpetrator is Sue because ummm of couRSE IT IS!!!! LIKE UMMM YEAH. It's usually during more intimate moments together though- they're such a wholesome couple I love them a lot like one million times. I feel like she ambushes him, usually while he's thinking hard or working, but his intellect means that he comes prepared and can just streeeeetch and reach his arms up to her sides (where i hc her to be most ticklish) and just tickle her back. it's a whole thing because they're like... my favorite beautiful couple!!!!

Sometimes he uses his ability to nullify ticklishness to his advantage with the other three. Why would he not??? Because it's literally canon that they get into a bunch of silly trouble, most notably Ben and Johnny- both of which are hard to pin down. (being a Thing and a Human Torch respectively… OUCHH) However…. they CAN get pinned down because according to liya rule, everybody is ticklish until proven not ticklish, and if not ticklish, try again. A drawing I did of Sasha from Psychonauts (I havent posted it but it's there) honestly proves this rule BUT IM GETTING SIDETRACKED???

Sue is so ticklish oh my lord what the heck. She never really gets targeted amidst all the roughhousing but when she does she becomes like. the main target because her reactions are ADORABLE, she squeals and swats away and even turns invisible to attempt to avoid them, sometimes this works and she slinks away to potentially get revenge on any of them

She tends to target Johnny and Reed ngl

Post-Thing, Ben isn't ticklish, however he is in one SPECIFIC spot, and this information is literally canon. Like... it's his ticklish spot. Like the one. I think it's suuuuuuuuuuuper awesomes.

ANYWAYS ITS RIGHT UNDER HIS ARM as reed has demonstrated. It's implied to be a serious fatal weakness in both instances as demonstrated by Reed and Franklin. Reed first found it after creating one of the many cures for Ben's thing-ness. During a physical exam (gotta check for like real skin. Not rocks), Reed touched the underside of his right arm and he just tried not to laugh (being mostly made out of non-ticklishness made that area just concentrated tickle..........) until he did. THEY BOTH HID THIS FROM JOHNNY AND SUE.... until johnny somehow found out.

Franklin learned how to deal with the Thing from Reed's expertise. Alicia also eventually found out during one of their encounters. Maybe she was dusting his rocky surface off with like, a detailling brush. Theyre so cute together bro I cant i cant even Im going to die

Sue telling him that it's really hard for Johnny to flame on when tickled more than made up for it though. Because it is. He's a ticklish dude, and that makes his canonical heartthrob status like INCREASE esp with this community (we exist in marvel too right?!?!!)

ILL REBLOG OR EDIT WITH MORE BECAUSE WHAT THE HECK I NEED TO GET THIS OUT i can hear the people clamoring MORE JOHNNY STORM MORE JOHNNY STORM but im too sleepy