#spiderman tickle

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I have a prompt for a tickle fic where Peter 2 is trying to work all day in the lab and the other Peters try to convince him to leave

Have A Break

Summary: See prompt above :)

(This prompt was so fun 😁 Thank you for your patience as I got to it 🥰 I've been working on different things throughout, but I loved your idea 🥰❤️ Hope you enjoy! ❤️ :))

"Peter." A hand waved in front of Two's eyes. "Earth to Peter 2."

The eldest Peter jolted. He'd been so focused on his work, he hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings. "I'm sorry Three. Did you say something?"

Peter 3 raised an eyebrow, giving his older brother a look. "I asked how long you've been here."

Two blinked. "Uh . . ."

Both of Three's eyebrows went higher, giving the impression that he was waiting for an explanation.

And it didn't help that Two actually had to look at the time while his fried brain tried to quickly add together how long he had actually been there. Had it really been that long? "A while."

"And how long were you planning on staying?"

". . . A while."

With a huff, Three moved forward. "Nope."

"Hey! Wow wow wow!" Peter 2 gripped the desk hard. "What are you doing?"

Meanwhile, the middle Peter fought with Two's arms. "Uno. Need some backup."

The youngest leapt forward. "On my way."

"What! No! Uno!" Two cried out. "Don't join him."

In response, One pulled on his arms too. "You wouldn't let us get away with something like this. Why should we let you?"

"Because I'm the oldest!"

"You're right." Three pulled one of his hands off. "The rules absolutely apply to you."

Two pulled his arm right back. "They're not supposed to apply to me!"

"That's Uno. Not you."

With a frustrated huff, Peter 1 took one step back and placed both fists on his hips. "This isn't working."

"I'll say." Three wrapped both arms around the eldest, holding him in the air like a squirming cat. "You're not doing this to yourself Two! We won't allow it."

In protest, Two continued to squirm. "But I need to finish!"

"You can finish after you take a break."

"Or, I can finish and then take a break."

When the eldest tried to grip the desk again, Three yanked him away again. "You won't be able to focus all day."

"Says you!"

"That's it." Three yanked him up again. "Uno! Get his ribs."

In response, Peter 2's eyes bugged. "Wait, what? Ah!"

He barely had time to brace himself before two little hands wormed their way into his ribs.

Immediately, Peter 2 burst out laughing. He squirmed and kicked while he fought even more to get out of Peter 3's hold. "Nohooooho! Peteher!"

"We wouldn't have to do it." One squeezed each of the eldest ribs. "If you would listen."

"NO!" Two's legs kicked like crazy, cackles pouring out into the room.

Three hefted him higher. "You need to take a break and we're not stopping until you agree. So take your tickles like a man or agree to stop."

Peter 2 still tried to squirm away, but he couldn't escape the tickles and the hold the middle Peter had on him. It wasn't his fault he had to work on this big project. His brothers were just being meanies.

Then Peter 1's hand slotted perfectly into his armpit. He didn't tickle, just held it there.

"OKAY! OKAHAY!" Two wheezed. "Ihill tahake ahaha breheeeak!"

With a smirk, One finally wiggled his fingers. "Can you repeheat thahat?"

Peter 2 curled into a ball, his head pressing into Three's shoulders. "I'LL TAKE THE BREHEAK!"

Meanwhile, Peter 1 glanced up at Peter 3. His smirk quickly turned into a grin. "Should we believe hihim?"

The middle Peter studied Two's bright red cackling face with a 'critical' eye. The mischievous dancing there made the eldest want to clobber him. "Mmm, I think he's telling the truth."

One batted his eyelashes. "Are you reeeeally suhure?"

"UNO, YOHOU'RE DEAHAD!"

The youngest pouted and pulled his hand out of Two's armpit. "I didn't do anything."

"Okay. We were doing it to be funny." Three readjusted his hold once more on the still giggling eldest. "Now you're just being a stinker."

With all his maturity, Peter 1 stuck his tongue out at his older brother. Which Three quickly returned with one of his own.

Suddenly, Two shot down. He got into the perfect crouch to lift Three over his shoulders then dump him on the nearest piece of clear ground. Once done, he set his sights on the littlest Peter who's eyes were as wide as saucers.

Peter 2 gave him a wicked smirk. "You're next."

As he charged, One immediately scrambled away. A squeal left his mouth followed by a stream of 'I'm sorry's behind it. A look like that was never good.

Atleast they got him to take a break.

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Another comment by @prodigalbadger on a post 😁❤️

Alternatively, maybe Peter 2 has the whole bossy and overprotective brother thing going on and Peter 1 and 3 know that just won't do so they tickle Peter 2 to get him to lighten up which of course inspires Peter 2 to enact revenge on his "little brothers."

(LOL, I loved this idea 😁❤️ Hope you enjoy it too, even if it's a bit shorter ❤️🥰)

Three huffed and threw down the pillowcase he was folding. "This isn't fair!"

"It's your and One's week." Two crossed his arms. "You agreed to this."

"But you're not doing anything."

"Yeah, because I did my chores so now I'm done with my chores." The eldest motioned to the floor. "You two decided not to do your chore so now you have to do the chore."

One slumped. "But this will take forever! We'll miss movie night."

"That's not my fault. That's the choice you two made." Peter Two caught the balled up pair of socks headed his direction. "And if you focused more on folding things instead of throwing things, you would be done with enough time to watch a movie."

One glared at the overflowing basket. Peter 2 was wrong. That was a mountain of things to fold.

Meanwhile, Peter 3 smirked. He picked up the forgotten pillow case and chucked it at the eldest. "Well we're protesting your stupid chore list."

Two gave the middle Peter his most unimpressed look while still catching the pillowcase. "Really?"

Three picked up something else and threw it at the eldest again. "No more chores!"

Peter 1 grinned and picked up some of the other things in the basket to throw as well. "No more chores!"

Two caught the first object, but when both began throwing things, he couldn't keep up with the onslaught. He brought his arms up to protect himself as he stepped backwards out of the room. The younger two shouting 'No more chores' the entire time.

Once he was back out into the open hall, both younger brothers dropped the things they had been throwing. Then Two heard two sets of feet rush toward him.

The eldest was tackled suddenly to the ground by two flying figures. Hands both scurried into different tickle spots while also trying to pin his limbs to the ground. Laughter poured out of Peter 2's mouth, mixing with the 'No more chores' chant both of his brothers kept up with like they were taking down some sort of dictator.

Finally, Three had Peter 2's arms pinned with his knees above the eldest's head and One had his waist pinned by straddling it. Both of them had their arms raised above their heads while they continued with their chant.

With a few residual giggles still slipping out, Peter 2 steeled his features and raised his eyebrow at the younger two.

Three paused his chant long enough to lean over his elder brother. "Do you agree to our demands?"

"Not on your life," Two replied in a clipped tone.

"Then face the consequences."

Before Peter 2 could ask, both Peter 1 and 3 dug into his sides and ribs. His earlier laughter turned into cackles as he squirmed underneath them. Those two troublemakers were asking for it.

A few moments later, the two stopped. Three then asked again, "Do you agree to our demands?"

"Noho!"

Then the tickles started up again. For a few minutes, they went back and forth. The younger two would tickle him, pull back, ask the same question, then start up again when Peter 2 said no. Just being stereotypical gremlins.

Peter 1 even blew a raspberry at one point.

That was it.

Once he was done, Two yanked a hand free before grabbing Peter Three's bad rib. That made the middle brother squeal and crash down onto his side. Then Peter 2 immediately snapped up, catching the youngest in a bear hug. As he squealed, Two turned to the side and dropped him down onto the ground next to Three.

The eldest then wrapped a leg over both of them to pin them both in place. "Thehere."

"Wahait!" Peter 3 yanked on his arms. "This isn't fahair!"

"Why not?" Peter 2 leaned closer to his face. "You did it first."

"Yohou wohon't get away with thihis! Ohour lawyer will hear about thihis!"

"You don't have a lawyer."

"You don't knohow thahat!"

Peter 2 rolled his eyes before giving Peter 1 his attention next.

The youngest froze, his eyes widening. He then redoubled his efforts to twist out of the hold while Peter 2 leaned over him. "Do you have anything to add?"

One didn't respond. He tried to keep his eyes firmly closed and his face turned away.

The eldest of the group simply spidered along the youngest's stomach as he pulled back, making him giggle and tug on his pinned arms. "Here is my demand. You two will finish your chore correctly, even if you complain the entire time, and maybe we can reschedule movie night for tomorrow."

"Ohor, here me out . . . we dohon't," Three sassed back.

"Then face the consequences," Peter 2 replied before his second hand began crawling up Three's side.

Soon, he had both brothers cackling underneath him, his hands jumping from tickle spot to tickle spot.

They were seldom ever the same spot on both either. If he was up in Peter 1's armpit, he would be down on Peter 3's hip. If he was crawling around Three's neck, then he would be pinching along One's sides. If he was blowing a raspberry into one of their stomachs, he would be shaking his hand in the other.

It was as if he was an orchestra leader creating a ticklish symphony all his own with the most adorable yet annoying instruments.

After a good few minutes of ticklish attack, he pulled back and crossed his arms. "So, are you two ready to finish your chore?"

"Uhugh!" Three groaned out.

"Wehe'll doho ihit," One whined out through his giggles.

"Good." Peter 2 pushed himself up and off. "Hop to it."

Recovering first, Peter 3 pushed himself across the floor with his feet, pulling One in by his ankle. The youngest squeaked in surprise, then giggled as he was pulled along.

Peter 2 rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he moved back to leaning on the doorway. These two troublemakers definitely made for some great entertainment.

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This was a comment under a post I made:

I feel like Peter 1 definitely pulls lots of pranks on his Spiderbros, which they quickly learn they can teach him a lesson by tickling the snot out of him as they grow weary of his pranks. I can totally see Peter 1 laughing really hard at 2 and 3, maybe from a hair dye in shampoo prank or something, and 2 and 3 are just like, "Oh yeah? We'll give you something to laugh about!" Proceeding to chase Peter 1 until they corner him to tickle him to tears. 😆

(Peter 1 is a huge prankster toward his tickle monster brothers 😁 Thanks for the prompt idea @prodigalbadger ❤️😁 Hope you enjoy! 😁)

"Oh yeah? We'll give you something to laugh about!"

Peter 1's eyes bugged as he scrambled up to his feet. A squeal left his throat while he bolted up the stairs.

Two sets of pounding feet followed along behind him, making nervous giggles pour out of his mouth. "Noho! Ihim sorryhy! I'm sorrhyhyhy!"

"You're going to be," Three growled. "Now get back here!"

"Noho!" Peter 1 tried to scramble up the wall when he ran into a dead end.

Only for Peter 3 to wrap his arms around him and yank him down. The youngest kicked and flailed to try to get away, but he couldn't get out of the middle Peter's grip.

A moment later, he was on the floor with Three pinning his waist. Peter 2 then struggled with his arms to get him pinned above his head.

"Wahait!" One begged. "Plehehease!"

"You've pulled your last prank, punk," Three explained as Two finally got the youngest's arms pinned above his head. "Thought the green dye wouldn't be the final nail in your coffin, did ya?"

"Threhee." One squirmed. "Let's talk abahout thihis."

Two shifted forward so the youngest's arms were pinned between his knees. "You've lost your chance of that. It's payback time now."

"Wahait." One squeaked and turtled as Three's fingers began spidering around his torso. "Wahait!"

Then Two began swirling one finger in each of the youngest's armpits.

"Noho!" Peter 1's laughter and squirming picked up. "Nohot thehere! Plehease!"

"You've been messing with us all week." Two dug in with just those two fingers. "We've been tolerating you as much as possible, but now you've gone too far."

"I've got a date with Gwen tomorrow." Three dug into the youngest's lower ribs on either side. "Now I have to show up looking like a leprechaun."

One was cackling freely. His armpits and lower ribs were both bad spots on their own, but now they were being tickled at the same time. One's legs flailed around as all his super strength failed to help get him out of the ticklish hold. "PLEHEHEASE! I'M SORRYHYHY!"

"You're sorry you got caught." Two moved up to One's neck. "You will be sorry for pranking us so much though."

Peter 1 turtled as his nose scrunched up. The lighter tickles pulled more airy giggles as well as a snort out of the younger.

"Aww, you're lucky you're cute." Three pinched his younger brother's nose and gave his head a gentle shake. "I could just eat you up."

One's eyes popped in as he pulled his head free. "Noho, Threhee! Dohon't!"

The middle Peter smirked, slowly leaning down. "Should have thought about that before you turned me into a nymph."

"Nohoho." Peter 1 sucked his stomach in as his giggles increased. "Dohohon't. DohohoOOON'T! THREHEHEHAHAHA!"

As the youngest tried getting away, Three jumped down. He began to nuzzle and nibble along the youngest's stomach through the thin fabric of his shirt. He wasn't even making contact with his bare skin and it still tickled like crazy. Then Three decided to play dirtier by rubbing his nose over the spot where he knew Peter One's belly button would be.

"SQUEE! THREHEE!"

Meanwhile, Two spidered his hands down to tickle along the youngest's ribs. "Think our dear little brother has learned his lesson yet?"

"YES! IHI SWEAR!"

Peter 3 lifted his head high enough to see the youngest's bright pink face. He looked like a little kid laughing away. A mischievous little kid who had done so much crap to his older brothers. It made the middle Peter draw circles around the littest's belly button. "Hmm, I don't think he really has yet."

"Noho, plehease!" One kicked around again. "Ihi've lehearned. Ihi've chahanged!"

"In five minutes?" Two stopped his attack and smirked down at One. "That is incredibly fast."

Three poked into the youngest's belly button, giving his finger a little shake. "We must be extremely persuasive."

One jolted. "AH! Thehe mohost pehersuasihive."

Two tapped his chin. "Hmm, but will he remember the lesson?"

"Yehes!" One bucked up his hips to try to get the middle's finger out of his belly button. "Gehet ohout ohof thehere!"

"I don't know Three," Two talked over the youngest. "Think he's trustworthy?"

Three finally took his finger out of One's belly button in favor of scratching his chin. He leaned forward to 'study' the youngest's pink tinted face.

One poked out his bottom lip to try to look as 'innocent' as possible to the middle Peter.

In response, Three poked up One's stomach. "Hmm, I don't think he's quiiiite there yet."

Another nervous grin wobbled onto Peter 1's face as new giggles started to return.

"You know what?" Peter 2 joined him in poking One's stomach, working his way out instead of up. "I think you're right."

One's giggles grew even more as they kept up the dual attack on his stomach. They switched between poking and 'drawing' random shapes just to keep him on his toes. "Wahait! Plehease! Ihim sorryhyhy!"

After a pause, Two suddenly yanked the youngest's shirt up. Then immediately, Three dove down to blow raspberries across his skin. Since the middle Peter hadn't had work today, he hadn't shaved. Meaning his stubble was also now scratching along his bare skin.

It made him shriek and cackle and squeal as he he tried to roll out from under his older brothers. Ticklish feelings flared along his skin as every nerve became heightened. He couldn't even beg anymore.

Finally, Three pulled back and Two tugged the youngest's shirt back into place. Meanwhile, One collapsed into a puddle of residual giggles.

"So." Two then placed a hand on either side of Peter 1 before leaning over One's red face. "What did we learn?"

"Yohou guhuys suhuck," Peter 1 muttered.

Three pinched both of his sides.

One squealed and jolted up. "OKAY! Ohokahay. Noho mohore prahanks."

Two pushed himself off. "Atleast not one every day."

Three followed. "Got that right."

One stayed on the floor, one arm plopping down beside him and the other plopping over his eyes. He let out a dramatic groan before falling silent again.

Two sighed heavily. A moment later, he had both of One's arms in his hands and Three had both of his legs. Together, they lifted the youngest up.

Peter One squeaked, breaking into laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation. He let himself get manhandled into the guest room the younger two always used.

The older two then swung Peter One back and forth while counting, "One . . . two . . . three!"

One sailed through the air before landing on his back on the bed, a few remaining giggles sliding out.

"We're washing this green out of our hair." Three pointed a finger toward each of his eyes then turned the fingers out to the youngest. "But we've still got our eyes on you."

"Whatever you shahay grahanpahas," One sassed.

"Watch it," Two warned. "We may just come back for round two."

The youngest squeaked and hid under the blanket, listening to older two chuckle as they walked away. They could be mean if they wanted to.

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could you do a fic of Peter 1 and Peter 2 competing for who could give Peter 3 the best raspberries?

Raspberry Competition

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Awww! This is cute! ❤️🥰 Thank you Anon 🥰❤️ Hope this was what you were looking for and that you enjoy ❤️ :))

"Three! Get back here!"

With a squeak, the tallest Peter ducked around the couch. "Noho!"

Then Peter 1 blocked him off on that side. "Gotcha!"

"AH!" Three doubled back. "Stay ahawahay grehmlihin!"

Two started circling behind so the middle Peter tried running away to the kitchen.

However, he made it roughly two steps before he was snagged from behind.

"Ah! Wahait!" Three giggled out.

He tried squirming away, but was easily overpowered by a few side squeezes.

A moment later, his back was on the floor with Peter 2 pinning his arms above his head and Peter 1 sitting on his waist.

And the youngest was currently rolling up his shirt.

"Noho!" Three's legs kicked around on the floor as his nervous giggles grew. "Ihi wihill kill yohou!"

"No you won't." Peter One gave Three's midsection a few teasing pokes. "We'll kill yohou fihirst."

"What!"

"He's joking around." Two flicked the youngest's arm before looking back down. "But nice to know your mind is focused on actual murder."

Three whined. "What are you going to doho?"

"Easy." Two did a sweeping gesture to Peter 1. "Uno here has challenged me to a raspberry competition and I couldn't turn him down. "

"Oh noho," Three giggled out, forcing his elbows together.

Peter 1 matched his giggles. "Oho yehes."

The tallest Peter pulled his elbows back enough to give his younger brother a half-hearted glare.

"So now, we have to see who does it best," Two finished with a smirk.

Three turned the glare up to the eldest. "Yohou really dohon't."

"Yes we do." Peter 2 lifted his hands. "Uno."

While the two rock, paper, scissored over who would go first, Three was forced to watch.

It took three tries, then Peter 1 actually won.

His arms went up in the air. "Yes!"

"Alright One." Peter 2 shifted Three's arms further up so he couldn't hide behind his elbows. "You get the first raspberry."

"Why can't you watch a TV show like aha nohormahal persohon?" Three sassed.

"That's boring. This is more fun."

Just as the middle Peter went to retort, One blew his first raspberry. He chose to place it right over Three's belly button.

The ticklish buzz made Peter Three jolt. His eyes screwed shut as his mouth open wide as his cackles flew into the room.

One lifted his head when he was done, beaming from ear to ear.

"That was good." Two's voice drifted closer. "But let me show you how it's done."

A squeal left Three as Peter 2 blew a raspberry into the crook of the middle Peter's neck.

Once he was done, the eldest smirked at the youngest. "That's how you blow a raspberry."

Peter 3 collapsed into a ticklish groan. "Cahan yohou nohot?"

"What's wrong?" Two pinched his cheek. "Tired of being adorable?"

Three turned to try to nip at the hand.

"Hey." The eldest tapped his forehead. "No biting."

"Ohow!"

While the older two were arguing, One was debating where to place his next raspberry. He finally settled on a spot near Three's side and blew it there while the middle Peter was distracted.

Three jumped in surprise before more cackles filled the space. He tried jerking away, but couldn't get far from the way the youngest was pinning him.

Peter 1 gave Two a victorious smirk. "Ha! Beat that!"

Three squirmed again. "Hohow ahabohout hehe doehesn't!"

Meanwhile, Peter Two was already moving down. "With pleasure."

"WAIT!" Then another raspberry was blown into the side of Three's neck.

The middle Peter shrieked and tried to turtle up past the eldest's head. Yet he was stuck. Especially when Two purposefully scratched his facial hair along the spot next.

"NAAAAA! TWOOOO!"

"Hey." One glared. "That's cheating!"

Peter Two lifted his head. "Don't be jealous because you can't grow any."

"You're making him laugh more with it though!"

"Just that one time." The eldest ruffled the youngest's curls. "Sorry Uno. I'll stop cheating."

Peter 1 gave a half smile. "It's okay."

"Hey." The eldest tapped Three's belly button. "Blow one right there."

Three turtled with a squeak.

Meanwhile, One grinned before diving down, blowing the biggest raspberry he could into Peter Three's belly button.

The loudest shout left the middle Peter's mouth before he dissolved into cackles. All of his nerves were on edge from the attack.

Then the youngest blew another one and Three definitely tipped into silent laughter.

When Peter 1 finally pulled his head up, Two flicked his forehead. "Now who's cheating."

"Ohow! Just copying yohou."

Two stuck out his tongue at the youngest and One returned it.

Meanwhile, Three sagged into the floor. "Yohou twoho suhuck."

He almost missed the subtle wink Two gave Peter One. "You know Uno, I'm kinda getting bored with this whole competition."

One's eyes went wide. "Really?"

"Why don't we just have some fun?"

Three's eyes went wide.

One grinned. "How so?"

"Twoho," the middle Peter warned.

"I'll take up the face and neck if you take the torso," the eldest explained.

"Suhure thihing."

"Twoho." Three tried to turtle away. "TwohoOOO! NAAAAAA!"

For the next several moments, all Peter 3 could do was cackle and squeal as both of his brothers attacked him with raspberries at the same time. Occasionally, he would get out a 'No fair' or maybe a 'Not there', but they were quickly drowned by his laughter.

Once all three siblings were adequately out of breath, One and Two pulled back and plopped themselves on either side Peter Three.

"Ugh!" The middle Peter managed to get out. "Yohou twoho ahare horriblehele."

The eldest simply grinned. "You're welcome."

That earned him a shove from Preter 3.

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GRAHHH spidey prompt time??? Also idk why I can’t ask from my new acc but that’s ok

How about them all having like a wrestling match??

Ready Set Fight!

Summary: Peter 1 claims Peter 3 is cheating so Two decides to set him straight :)

(Thank you @parker-fluff @grayishgiggles ❤️ I love this idea so much ❤️🥰 It feels so good to write for them again ❤️🥰 Hope this is what you're looking for and you enjoy ❤️ :))

"1, 2, 3! You're out!"

Peter 1 groaned as Three cheered. "That is so unfair!"

"Don't be a sore looser Uno," Three teased as he flexed his arms. "That's another win."

"You're literally twice my height." The youngest of the Peters shoved the older. "You have an advantage."

"Nuh-uh! Height doesn't always equal advantage."

"Yes it does!"

Immediately, Peter 2 slipped in between them, holding up an arm to either brother. "Easy, easy. This is just supposed to be for fun."

"How is it fun if he's cheating?" One demanded.

"How am I cheating if I was born this way?" Three argued back.

Two sighed. This was going nowhere and fast.

So he went with another idea. "Alright Uno. Let's duel then."

The youngest reared back.

"You claim the height is unfair then fine." Two arched a brow. "Fight someone on your level."

Peter 1 steeled his face. "Fine, lets do it."

Three immediately jumped into a crouch. "A new opponent enters the ring."

Two gave him a light hearted slap to the arm before sparring off with Peter 1. Both he and the youngest crouched on either side.

Peter 1 looked absolutely determined to get the eldest down on the floor.

"First one to pin the other wins." Three held a hand between them. "Ready, set . . . fight."

Immediately, One pounced.

Two caught him with both arms, shifting one leg up into a 90 degree angle to brace himself for the extra weight.

He had to admit, the youngest was fighting back pretty hard. He was doing good too. Guess all those patrols were paying off.

One actual got the eldest rolling along the floor. He wasn't successful in pinning Two down, but he was making it difficult to get pinned himself.

However, Peter 2 had a few tricks up his sleeves.

And the opportunity presented itself in the form of his younger brother's armpits.

Two was able to slide one hand off One's shoulder and into his armpit before the youngest realized the situation.

Peter 1 squealed, yanking that arm to his side.

With that, Peter 2 rolled with his hand still in the younger's armpit. He got Peter 1 on his back before pinning him in place.

From his left, Peter 3 jumped over, hitting the floor. "1, 2, 3! You're out!"

Only then did Peter 2 pull his hand away.

Even with the onslaught of giggles, One scowled. "That's cheatihing!"

Peter 2 smirked. "But I didn't use my height."

Immediately, One started grappling with the eldest's hands.

"Ah!" Two corrected, spidering along One's sides and ribs. "You never said tickling was off the table."

The youngest pressed his arms down to try to block the fingers, cackles spilling out into the room. "That should behe aha givehen!"

"Says who?"

With a chuckle of his own, Three crept up to the youngest's head. He scooped up One's arms and pinned them over his head. "Maybe you need a reminder to be more specific with your rules."

"No!" Peter 1 squirmed hard under the elder two. "Yohou guhuys are juhust jeherks!"

Peter 2 gave Three a look. "Think he's trying to tell us something?"

"Couldn't tell ya." The middle brother pulled back one of the youngest's arms that almost escaped. "Keep getting distracted by the cuteness."

The eldest chuckled. "Sahame."

One buried his face in his elbows, grounding out. "Ihi aham soho killing bohoth ohof yohoUUUU! NAAAHO!"

Peter 2 moved to a different spot to blow another raspberry on his youngest brother's torso.

"NAAAH!" One snorted and squirmed. "TWOHOHO!"

After a final raspberry, Peter 2 switched to some belly button tickles. "You going to stop arguing that everything is cheating?"

One bucked his hips and tugged on his arms. "AH! YES!"

"And actually treat the fights as fun?"

The youngest whined through his laughter. "YEHEHES!"

Finally, Peter 2 pulled away. "Good."

One sagged into the floor, yanking his arms back to glare at the eldest. "You're stihill aha jeherk."

"I'm sure." Two pulled One's shirt back down before shifting off of him. "Alright Three. Your turn."

"What!" The middle brother cried out.

"You think I was just going to fight Uno?"

One smirked up at his brother. "Ha-ha!"

Three growled and let the youngest go. "Fine. You're going down."

"Oho." Peter 2 crouched into position. "We'll see about that."

As Three got into a matching position, Peter 1 pulled himself up.

He held a hand in between them, just as Three had done, before calling out, "Ready. Set . . . fight!"

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please can you write irondad tkl hcs? <3

Hey! Thanks so much for asking this.

My hcs:

・Peter is extremely ticklish

・His worst spots are his stomach, his ribs, and his armpits

・Tony, of course, likes to take advantage of that

・Tony found out he was ticklish when they were messing around until Tony poked his stomach and Peter let out a squeal

・Peter cannot take teases

・Peter turns as red as a tomato when Tony teases him

・Tony finds Peter absolutely adorable when he's all flustered and laughing

・Tony will definitely use his beard as a weapon

・Peter LOVES tickles

・When he wants them, he's too embarrassed to say it so he'll just get all fidgety and quiet

・Tony notices this and gives him what he wants (he makes him say that he wants them first)

・When Peter is feeling insecure, Tony will definitely tickle him after comforting him

・Peter will yell things like, "NOHO!" or, "WAIHAIT!" but never says stop. Tony points this out a lot

・He will most likely cover his face when getting tickled if not pinned. When this happens, Tony will shove his hands into his pits and say things like, "Stop, I want to see your adorable face." Which will get a squeal out of Peter

・Sometimes, randomly Tony will flutter his fingers against Peter's neck. Peter immediately giggles adorably, making Tony's heart explode

・Peter occasionally snorts, and when he does, after he's done tickling him, he starts playing the Peppa Pig theme song. Peter covers his face out of embarrassment and his voice goes up a few pitches

・Peter gets super cuddly and affectionate after Tony tickles him. He will get sleepy sometimes after aswell. Tony absolutely adores this and takes pictures without him noticing (he has a private folder of these photos)

I hope you enjoyed this! I did my best, sorry I took so long I have been really busy for a while lol

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this prompt has been stuck in my head for a while now so this is lee!otto and ler!norman. Otto thinking about wanting Norman to tickle him and his actuators keep messing with him like dragging Norman closer and poking Otto. Sorry if this doesn’t make sense😭

Do It Father

Summary: See prompt above :)

They did it again.

"Flo! Mo!" Otto waved off his actuators for a third time. "Let him go!"

Norman giggled as he pulled away. "Thehey're ihin aha mood."

Otto sighed while he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry. I don't what's gotten into them."

"It's okay Otto." Norman squeezed his friend's shoulder. "Ihi dohon't mihind."

What's wrong Father.

We thought you wanted to tickle him.

Harry pulled Norman closer again. We're just trying to help Father.

Larry poked the scientist's other arm. Go ahead Father. You know you want to.

Enough!

Norman jumped when Otto's hand slapped his desk. He couldn't hear the conversation going on between Otto and his actuators so he had no idea why the scientist was glaring at them.

If he didn't know any better, it almost sounded like the actuators were during their own version of a snicker.

Otto huffed again. "Maybe I should take a break."

Norman chuckled and stood. "That's the first logical thing you've said all day."

"Oh hush you," Otto teased as he cracked a smile. Or I might have to tickle you.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, the scientist wanted to kick himself. The actuators brought Norman closer once more.

These four were going to be the death of him.

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I was rereading your old fics and they are so good! I came across the one of Harry having dimples. I was wondering if you could a fic of the first time Peter 2 discovered Harry had dimples.

Discovering Dimples

Summary: See prompt above :)

"What was that?"

Harry paused his squirming to giggle up at his friend. "Whahat wahas whahat?"

"That." Peter poked his friend's face. "Right there."

"Whahat?"

"Are you kidding me?" Peter's playfully shook his friend by his shoulders. "When were you going to tell me you had dimples!"

Harry snickered while he pushed Peter 2's hands away. "How was Ihi suppohosed toho brihing it up?"

Peter sat up straighter. "You know what this means, right?"

Harry eyed his friend's mischievous grin. "Whahat?"

"I have to tickle you more."

"Dohon't yohou dare. Don't you dahaAARE!" Harry snorted and grabbed his friend's wrists again. "PETER!"

Peter 2 couldn't help but grin at the dimples popping up on his friend's pink tinged face.