dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocss

[dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocss]

I often see people saying that Miguel hates children. All I can say to such people is that their views are too shallow. And that's why they're wrong:

Let's think logically. Miguel, like the entire HQ, is sure that the violation of canon events will result in the destruction of the entire universe. He has reason to believe so - before his eyes, the whole world disappeared through his own fault. That's it, it's all gone. Of course, Miguel will be sure that it is not worth violating the canon. Moreover, he knows that the universes are connected, and if you lose too many of them, then the entire multiverse will collapse, this is logical. It's like a spider web - the more holes there are in it, the sooner it will break.

Miguel leads a squad that maintains the stability of the canon by dealing with anomalies. He must be sure that each of the spider-men will be reliable enough to prevent a violation of the canon event. He has no other option, he will not just forget about the minor mistakes of any spider-man from the HQ. Not because he's angry and strict, but because the safety of all universes depends on it, God damn it.

He's in charge for a reason. He knows what he is doing and why, he knows what a mistake will cost. "I don't always like what I have to do. But I know that I have to be the one to do it." He knows that the canon event often costs someone their life, he knows that some spider-man will feel bad about it, but are there any other options?... Yes, in the question "one person or the whole universe" he chooses the universe, but that doesn't make him an asshole. He's trying to save millions of lives in the only reliable way he knows how.

And now back to his "hatred of children." Miles. Yes, I can understand his desire to save his father, but it could destroy his universe. And yes, it is not a fact that it will be destroyed, but judging by what Miguel saw, the chance of the collapse of the universe is GREAT. And it's not just about Miles's universe, it's about all universes. A web with many holes breaks faster. If saving the universes costs Miles's father's life, if Miguel has to keep Miles at HQ by force to prevent him from making a mistake, he will do it. I don't think Miguel likes it. But he knows he has to be the one to do it.

Gwen. A lot of people didn't like the way he treated her, but listen - there were reasons for that. As I said, Miguel needs to be confident in every spider-Man at HQ, it's a matter of keeping the universes safe. And Gwen let Miles go, let go of someone whose actions could destroy everything. Miguel can't count on her the way he used to, not after she let Pavitr's canon break and didn't catch Miles. He sends her home not because he hate her, but because the HQ is not a place for those who think with their gut. Here you need to think with your head, only this can be 100% sure. You can't make mistakes. HQ must not allow the disruption of the canon. They must not allow the chance of death of millions of people. So Miguel wasn't mad at Gven. He was disappointed in her - because she couldn't make a hard choice.

For the same reason, he doesn't take Peter B. on a mission. Peter didn't stop Miles when he had the chance, but unlike Gwen, he hasn't questioned Miguel's theory about the canons yet. Peter believes him, but is clearly not sure what to do next. That's why Miguel takes Jess and Ben with him, the ones he's 100% sure of.

Next... Gwen's father. No one, damn it, keeps their finger on the trigger when they don't really want to shoot. Do you think he wouldn't have shot his own daughter? Oh no, he would have done it. And Miguel understood that - that's why he intervened, even though he shouldn't have been there. After all, remember - a vulture could disrupt some kind of canon event. But which one? Facereveal Gwen in front of her father, perhaps? Nevertheless, Miguel intervened. After all, he knows what it's like to deal with an Irish father named George, who is ready to raise his hand against a child.

And then, even seeing Gwen's insecurity after everything that happened, he suggests that she "join the club", he knows what it's like to be all alone. And he clearly doesn't want that for Gwen.

Miguel is not a bad character. Not a villain. He doesn't hate children. He's just trying to protect the universes the best he can, and he's ready to be the one who has to make the hard choice. I don't think he likes it all. He keeps doing it because he doesn't know any other way. He tried to find it - and the more he tried, the more damage he did. He’s only on the “prevent other worlds from being disrupted” step of this process and he’s already way past worn out.

Look at it from this angle - if you had been working on a project for a very long time, which you had already failed once (and it was so terrible that you don't want to remember), which required all your time and effort, required you to lead people you didn't know very well, required you to constantly make choices, after which you would they always looked askance, and you yourself would feel extremely lousy, but which would clearly benefit many people... And then there was a high chance that another person would ruin everything for you, because he has another untested work plan. And this person is not listening to you, this person is not interested in your arguments, he is absolutely stubborn. Wouldn't you freak out about it? Wouldn't you be angry? Wouldn't you try to stop this person with all your might? This is not hatred of children. It's a damn fear.

[dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocss]

i was a flustered mess this whole time 🥴

Biased Penalty

Summary; Miguel uses taking a break to get you in his office, knowing you'd want to help. He sets you up for failure with intentional to punish you for your shortcomings and ease his urges to dig his claws into someone.

Miguel x Reader Tickle fic. Written in second person.

Getting called into the office was a significantly different experience to you than it was any other Spider Person. Whereas they would face scolding of some sort, harsh reminders if they messed up, Miguel never had an issue with you. It wasn't just that you were a particularly skilled Spider, no, he'd grown to find you a reliable source of support thanks to your rather stubborn insistence on looking out for him despite his rejections. Making sure he was taking breaks, resting, and eating regularly. Your consistent visits made you a more comfortable presence than most. That's why, on this rare occasion where he chose to have a break without being pushed to, you were who he settled on to take up the workload. Even if just to see how well you'd handle it... But, more importantly, on the off chance you couldn't handle it, Miguel had something planned. He has certain urges thanks to the Spider DNA that would distract him from work. While he had yet to succumb to them using you in particular, he was growing all too tempted to.

Walking in was fairly standard. His platform slowly descended as you entered, giving you a moment to pause and study Miguel's large and rigid form. The tension was hardly a rare sight, but it concerned you all the same.

"Not in trouble, am I? Did I bring you a bad meal, annoy you with rest requests too often?"

Miguel's head moved up at the sound of your voice. He didn't respond, waiting for the platform to come to a stop.

A sudden use of his webbing made you jump. He pulled up a chair from god knows where, and for a moment you worried he'd throw it at you. He dropped it heavily beside him instead, turning to look at you. There was a long pause before he repeated his prior action- on you.

You couldn't help but yelp when his webbing snapped around your waist. It pulled you off the spot you previously stood clean and swiftly. Your eyes were wide as you landed right in front of Miguel, his hand already on your shoulder to steady you. God, his hand was so warm.

"H-heeeyy there-!"

You cringed a little at how blatantly obvious the nervousness was in your voice. Miguel stared at you for a moment longer, those scarlet eyes so intense it felt as if he were laying your soul bare to judge. He removed the webbing from your waist, moving to sit in his chair.

"Against my better judgement, I'm taking a break. I need someone to monitor everything while I do so. I'll be judging how well you do."

Ah. A test of some sorts? The thought of being his stand in was actually quite thrilling, for a variety of reasons. It meant you would have way more opportunity and reason to get the guy to rest, he'd be more inclined to knowing the multiverse was still in safe hands AND you could potentially spend more time with him. Peer reviews are important, after all! You nodded, stepping in front of him to look at the screens already set out.

"Right… What should I do?"

It didn't take that much explanation for you to get the hang of it. You'd seen Miguel fiddling with these screens enough times to already know how to manipulate them. The layout did take a little getting used to, seeing as the screens could go at any angle in any reachable space, but soon enough you have several screens up to watch the current happenings in the multiverse. There were quite a few anomaly fights taking place, you watched each and carefully tracked the methods and efficiency of each Spider involved into account. It wasn't easy keeping track of each one, but you managed by taking down quick notes for Miguel to easily view later. It was important that anomalies not only get caught, but get caught relatively undamaged.

Miguel watched you the entire time. He was impressed by how quickly you took to it, like a spider to weaving a web. He didn't say this, of course, opting for silence. Watching you work definitely made him hopeful about this option. You never failed him, no matter the effort it took for you, always proving your place as one of his best. But at the same time... He craved for you to slip up, to give him an excuse to cave to his urge to dig his claws into your flesh.

He wasn't one for inactivity. While he kept his nails unsheathed, his fingers tapped away against the arm of his chair. His eyes were on your hands at first, watching your actions, then at your face to judge the concentrated look you had, then they soon moved down to study your form. You had good posture, leaning from one foot to another when reaching for different screens. His fingers dug into the chair of the arm as you lifted one arm high up, exposing your side, ribs, underarm so blatantly. A strong urge to latch a hand onto the vulnerable side gripped Miguel but he held off.

You were busy, after all…

Then again. It wasn't uncommon for the room to be invaded by certain Spiders. Peter was a repeat offender, Jesse had her moments in distracting Miguel, and that little group of spiderlings were the worst with it considering they're usually there with intention to annoy Miguel into coming away from his work. It hardly helped that Miles had a bone to pick with him, and he had to be easy on that kid or else receive an irritatingly long, stern talking to from Peter.

"Insufribles mierdecillas…"

He mumbled softly. You glanced back, not quite hearing what he said but knowing he said something. He didn't repeat himself, sending you an intense stare that made a shiver creep up your back. You didn't dare actually shiver.

"Don't get distracted."

The words were firm, and you quickly snapped your head back to the screens to carry on. You'd gotten into the swing of it, even if you did have to periodically look up which Spider Person was which to have accurate notes. So many recruits to remember, how did Miguel memorise them all…

Miguel shifted in his seat. You were good at getting back into it when distracted momentarily, but the fact you looked back at such a minor thing was concerning. Training that out of you would be beneficial. And a good excuse. Miguel sat up straight in his chair, pulling up some controls.

You stepped back as everything shrank down, concerned that you'd touched something you shouldn't have. Two hands on your waist made you tense up, especially when they pulled you back.

When you were tugged into Miguel's lap, his arms wrapping around you securely, your mind fizzled and blanked. Your eyes were wide with shock, heart beating fast.

"Calm down. I'm testing you."

Right. A test. Right, that makes sense. Miguel fiddled with the controls again, making sure everything was still in your reach. You watched as the screens shifted. You couldn't ignore how warm he was, that arm still around you pressed so firmly. You had to take a breath, letting it out slowly to relax and focus on what you needed to.

"You'll be faced with different distractions when working. If not pop ups notifying you of sudden changes in plans or issues becoming present, then by certain people getting a kick out of irritating you. I'll be mimicking the latter. Don't let me get to you, stay focused."

"Ok… I'll do my best."

How were you going to stand this? You were already a bit freaked out by the fact Miguel had pulled you into his lap. He didn't exactly seem the touchy type; this was completely unexpected.

Still, you were never one to disappoint. He'd given you his orders, you were going to follow them.

You went back to work, scrolling through videos and images, noting down important details, monitoring and recording the necessary information.

Miguel let out a sigh, his warm breath hitting your neck and causing goosebumps. You repressed a shiver, eyes fixed on those screens, focusing as hard as you could on catching crucial details. That's exactly why you didn't notice his hands moving, shifting so they were placed on your sides. Those fingertips suddenly grazing up your sides made you tense up and yelp, arms coming down to protect yourself.

"Ten cuidado. Reaccionar sólo me anima. If you give away that what I'm doing is affecting you… It will get worse."

This time you couldn't repress a shiver. He was whispering right in your ear, how could you hide from that? Miguel's hands came forward, your eyes darting between them as his claws unsheathed. Seeing him flex his fingers made tingles erupt across your skin.

They sheathed once again before his hands returned to your sides. You hesitated to continue, knowing Miguel would do it again the moment you raised your arms. He let out a breath, hinting that he wasn't going to be patient. You slowly raise your arms, forcing your attention back onto the screens.

He barely gave you a moment to get back into it. His fingers traced over your stomach, tiny lines of tingles following their wake. Your eyes flicked from screen to screen in a manner more erratic than before, hoping to god you could hold in any reactions. You were hardly as stoic as the man who was tormenting you right now. You remained tense, letting out soft breaths to get some release from the urge to laugh. Control your breathing, carry on.

It became harder when his hands slowly drifted upward, exploring, a slight scratch from each finger as he moved to your lowest ribs. He lingered there, seemingly hoping to find a sweet spot. You had to press your lips together not to smile. You closed your eyes for a moment, hands hanging in the air. Miguel's nails dug in slightly as he noticed you pausing. A warning, a further distraction? You gritted your teeth, forcing your eyes back open, practically glaring at the screens as you persisted. While he lightened up he, too, persisted, fingers dragging up along your ribs.

You made a few spelling errors as those fingers brushed across your ribs, easily finding the sections between them thanks to your skin tight suit. Ugh, why did skin tight suits have to be a staple of heroes?! Your hand shook as you corrected your errors, eyes flicking between videos as you did. You wrote more than before, a compensation for how a wobbly smile was forming on your face, how you couldn't help but divide your attention with those surprisingly skilled hands.

Miguel had been monitoring you the entire time. He'd turn his head to see your expression in the reflection of the screens, watched as you twitched and breathed deeper and tensed under his fingertips. It was almost addictive to him. The anticipation was getting to him; he was going to break you eventually. Granted, you lasted longer than he expected… It made it all the more fun, though.

His hands moved once again. One slipped up to scratch softly against your armpit, the other tracing over your collarbone. Oh, god, they were going to different spots, now. You had to grit your teeth and ball up one hand just to stop a giggle from escaping. As those fingertips travelled up your neck, however, grazing far lore sensitive skin, you faltered.

One giggle. One sign of weakness. That was all the excuse Miguel needed.

"Oh, estás tan jodido…"

He growled in your ear as the claws came out. He was still gentle around your neck, but the pinpoint sharpness of those claws made it excruciatingly ticklish. Where you may have been able to recover, he didn't let you. The scratching at your underarm was much rougher now, sending spikes of sensitive sensations that made you burst into laughter, all while the gentle tickling at your neck made you tilt your head and scrunch up. A soft yet sadistic chuckle made those butterflies burst in your stomach, made you react without thinking.

You pushed back, a hand going to his chest to shove yourself off of him. He swiped at you, catching your wrist just as you were about to back off.

"Where do you think you're going? You failed. That warrants a penalty."

Despite how playful he was acting he never dropped the serious tone. He stood, towering over you, grabbing onto your waist once more. You hardly had a chance as he swiftly threw you into the chair, grabbing it to pull you close to him. You barely had a chance to shift into a more comfortable position before he pressed a leg against you, pinning you in place easily.

"W-wait, give mehe another chance-!"

"Hmm… No. Estás condenado, pobrecito."

You hardly had a moment to register what he said before those claws got to you. With all the build up of tension your defences were down. You reacted as soon as you felt the maddening scrape of talons against your sides, grabbing at Miguel's wrists as you squealed. Laughter was quick to follow, your straining to push Miguel's hands away doing little to nothing to stop him.

Still, it was annoying. Miguel paused for a mere moment to push his hands together. Red webbing suddenly flicked out, wrapping around your wrists. You gasped but had no chance to protest. He'd already pulled his hands out of your grip, and he took out his frustrations at your pitiful struggle by going straight for your underarms. A sly grin spread on Miguel's face as you let out a shriek, the laughter flowing out fast and frantic like rocky rapids. He could swim in that sound for ages, the satisfaction of pulling such a reaction from someone was unmatched. He kept flexing his fingers, even as you clamped your arms down and tried to prevent the movement.

"Stop struggling. You'll only make it worse for yourself."

His tone was just as lacking in emotions as it always was. Firm and matter of fact. But there was an air of smugness to it, Miguel was using his stern facade to mess with you. You couldn't help but squirm from his claws, rocking in a desperate bid to get them away from your armpits. They remained stuck there, though, pulling your laughter from you with twitching claws.

That was until Miguel pulled them down, raking them across your ribs. You jolted, frantic yelps and squeaks peppering your laughter. You could have sworn you heard Miguel chuckling. His talons continued downwards, fingers flexing as they ended up at your sides. Unfortunately for you, with Miguel's leg pinning you down in place your squirming was far less efficient. You pushed against him, trying to buck, to shift your weight, do anything. He was too strong compared to you. You were stuck and at his mercy- or lack thereof.

"Did you not hear me? Must I repeat myself? Stop struggling."

He leaned in closer, now hissing in your ear. His voice took a more vicious tone, like he was growing frustrated at your incessant squirming. Much the opposite, really, he couldn't get enough of how reactive you were.

When he was pondering potential victims, no one else seemed to fit right. Peter, while quite amusing to make scream himself, had that annoying habit of trying to start a fight unless he's completely restrained. Not to mention he had Mayday with him the majority of the time, and she'd started learning how to assist Peter in that. No go, Miguel didn't want someone with the nerves to fight. Jesse was out of question, considering she'd rather fling Miguel across the room than entertain him. Understandable, she's every right to defend herself. Scarlet Spider was too dramatic, the novelty wore off fast, Miguel got tired of him quickly. And those damn spiderlings, as easy as they are to pick on, make a concerningly efficient team. Miguel hardly needed to give them more reason to mess with him...

He'd gone through several recruits before he saw you. You were a risk: he'd never done something like this to you. And yet, your incessant habit of trying to help him, your repetitive offers to fetch him food or drink, reminders to rest (like he listened to them), your eagerness for extra assignments… You had made it very clear you wanted to be reliable to him, someone he counted on. And while this is hardly an emergency, if he could have someone to count on letting him dig their claws into their flesh when he needed that specific stimulation he wouldn't hesitate to take that opportunity. You asked for this, really. Unknowingly, yes, but it was your fault, somehow. That's what Miguel was deciding. If you were so stubborn about supporting him, you can support him by letting him take such urges out on you.

It was while his hands slowly moved forward, claws dragging to your stomach, that he snarled at you. You had blocked his hands with your own, even if they were restrained. In desperation, you had shot his wrists with your own web and pulled your arms up, using your spider strength to keep him at bay.

"Three times is far too many. I've already warned you. You asked for this."

He moved quickly, easily ripping apart your webbing. Hand on your shoulder, he lunged forward. You gasped as you felt his teeth against your neck, the points of his fangs digging in just enough to pierce the skin. You could feel it course through you, that venom. He didn't give you a full dose, not wanting to completely incapacitate you, but he gave you enough to weaken you significantly. Your arms dropped to your lap limpy, your head falling back against the seat and only exposing your neck further. You grunted when you tried lifting them, tried moving your head, realising what he'd done. It wasn't impossible but it was difficult, very difficult, like all your strength had been drained.

The tongue against your wound was hardly expected. Maybe it was a habit for him to clean it… Either way, it made you shudder. As did his teeth continuing to brush over your neck, his pointed fangs turning out to be horribly ticklish when scraped across your skin. The fact you couldn't lift your head easily meant he had free reign over your neck. You spluttered and giggled, body refusing to adhere to your urges to squirm.

It couldn't have been better for Miguel. Not only was he getting to satisfy his need to claw into something, but that ever present itch to bite into something was also satiated. There was truly nothing better than the feel of warm skin under his fangs. Honestly, you were spoiling him right now. He couldn't have been more content.

With you unable to push his hands away now, Miguel snuck them under your arms and started to claw at your stomach. Game over.

Your giggles were quick to descend into frantic, near hysterical laughter. He wasn't even scratching that hard. Sure he was definitely being far more rough than before but it wasn't completely merciless.... Those pointed talons were maddeningly efficient against the soft, sensitive flesh. No urge to jolt away was listened to, all you could do was laugh. Miguel let out a purr, something that made your fast beating heart skip a beat.

"I didn't think you'd be so weak to this... You come off as far more sturdy than you really are. Maybe it's the confidence... Look at you, hysterical merely at some claws. You'd be a goner if I really dug in. You'd choke on your own laughter."

His taunting was something else. He whispered it in a nearly tender tone despite the quite mean spirited and threatening comments. It made your brain fizzle a bit, as if you could think straight anyway. If your face wasn't already glowing from all the struggling and laughter, those words would have easily sent you into the deeper hues of red. A whine pushed its way up your throat, through your laughter, your silence finally broken.

"This isn't fair-!"

Miguel paused at that. His claws stilled, giving you a moment to recover, to catch your breath as your hysterics faded to giddy, nervous giggles.

"It's not fair? Are you implying that I, of all people, would do something unjust?"

Miguel leaned in close, one hand raised to tilt your head and force you to look at him. There was a predatory look in his blazing red eyes that made you feel like jelly.

"What's unjust about this? This is a punishment for your inability to perform. You failed the opportunity I so generously gave to you. And then you had the gall to resist, despite my many warnings, instead of taking it like you should. Is that unjust? Should I have just… Let you go?"

You hesitated to respond. The way he stared at you was so critical, so intense. And yet… You could see it in his eyes. That spark of playfulness hiding behind the intensity, this wasn't the punishment he was claiming it was. It was a game.

The fact he'd chosen you to play it made your heart do backflips. You took a deep breath, before nodding. You couldn't push back your nervous smile so you instead tried to make your voice as unwavering as you could.

"You should. And you should also feel bad. Because this is… Excessive."

"Excessive?!"

He hissed the word out, clearly unapproving.

"I've been merciful. You don't know what excessive looks like."

"I think it looks like being tied up and bitten. I'm also wondering how you think that's an appropriate punishment in a formal setting…"

Miguel's growl made your blood pressure spike. Ok, that last comment was a bit too cheeky. You let out a nervous laugh, tensing as much as you were able to in your current situation.

"I'll show you what excessive truly is."

He pulled your arms up, tucking them behind your head and leaving you exposed. Ah, fuck. He cracked his knuckles, eyes flitting down to stare at his target. Your stomach. Double fuck. Those talons rested against your stomach, his fingers twitching with anticipation. Triple fuck! You were so screwed. You were screwed the moment you stepped into this room.

You were expecting him to dig straight in but he surprised you by resisting that urge. He started slowly, dragging those claws up and down, eyes flicking up to stare you down as you broke out into giggles once more. He kept eye contact enough that you had to look away, too flustered by it to look back at him. Gradually, those nails dug in more and more, moving faster and more rough with each passing second. Your laughter followed suit, becoming more frantic and higher pitched. He leaned in as he made it worse for you, you could feel his gaze burning into your face.

Then his hands darted to your hips, scratching and digging into the dips of your bone. You shrieked at the sudden change, only to shriek once again when they dart back to your stomach. One hand kept scratching there, dragging itself around in random directions to keep you guessing, while the other hand crawled over your ribs. Whines spilled between your laughter, there in place of the begging you didn't dare let out. You know that's exactly what he wanted.

And yet, when his hands darted down to rapidly drag back and forth on your waistline you couldn't hold it back.

"NohoOHOHOho-! Stohop it-!"

You yelled it out before you could stop yourself. You didn't mean to break the silence, it was the one thing stopping Miguel's own tongue. With you having interrupted the sweet sound of your frantic laughter, Miguel growled into your ear.

"What's that? Can you not handle it? Is this excessive? Do you realise how lenient I was being before, do you realise now how ruthless I can truly be?"

You shook your head weakly, desperate to get him away from your ear. You leaned to the side enough to slip, but Miguel didn't let you fall away from him. He grabbed your shoulder and pushed you back up, pinning you to the back of the chair. It gave you a mere moment to gasp for breath before he was back to attacking both hands at your stomach once more. What's more, he ducked to your neck again, grazing his teeth against the sensitive skin between nibbles and ticklish bites. While the venom was wearing off now, the laughter itself was keeping you weak. Tears pricked at your eyes as he mercilessly continued. Your ribs and abs were getting sore from the laughter, not to mention his constantly scratching. You didn't know how much more you could handle…

So you relented.

"YEHES! I'msorryI'msorry, I'msohohorry-! Pleheheeaase-! Ahahah, it's too-AH! Toohoo MUCH! Mihigueeeel!!"

You frantically babbled through your laughter, some words wavering or getting cut off by the shrieks and yelps Miguel was so easily pulling from you. He revelled in the begging, letting out a satisfied sigh at having broken you down. Even though his hands slowed, you still frantically begged, only making it sweeter for him.

"Stohohop, plehehease- I cahan't, I can't tahahake it… Anymohore…"

Miguel stood up straight, granting you mercy. He looked down on his work, satisfied as he saw how tired out you were. The vibrant red of your cheeks framing the unshakable smile on your face. The streaks from when laughter induced tears spilled from the corner of your eyes, the messied hair from your prior squirming, your soft and giggle filled panting to regain your breath… A job thoroughly well done.

The webbing around your wrists unwrapped and shot back into his sleeves. He leaned forward to brush your hair back, wipe the tear stains on your cheeks away.

"For someone so sensitive, you can handle a lot."

The praise made your heart beat pick up again. You tilted your head back. Mostly from exhaustion, but also to make it easier for him. Your eyes fluttered closed as you concentrated on catching your breath… And the warmth of his hands. You let out a deep breath, speaking before you could think it through.

"You never wanted me to take over your work, did you…? It was a set up."

"Don't accuse me of being conniving."

"You're not denying it…"

"You're pushing it."

A claw dragged along your jaw when he said that, making you scrunch up and whine. Miguel relented when you tried to shift away, even if the reaction was compelling.

"You're one to talk. You didn't protest at all."

Oh, fuck, he noticed. You sat up, grabbing onto his wrists as you defended your honour.

"I was- You took me off guard! I was stunned! You're not exactly the type to seem like he'd- he'd do something like that!"

Miguel hummed, leaning in close.

"You asked for it. Disagreeing with me like that. You egged me on."

"You wanted me to!"

"I still do, are you trying to get round two?"

You squeaked when he moved his hands down. You pushed back, shaking your head rapidly. You've had your fill. The fact this all came out of nowhere made it a shock, you couldn't handle the mere thought of Miguel carrying on, much less him actually doing it.

But, maybe later… On a different day. You wouldn't mind it happening again.

"I… have to go train! And I'm supposed to babysit for Peter later- I have things to do! Save it for a rainy day?"

Miguel hummed. Your frantic excuses were cute. He stood up straight, his talons sheathing. You let out a sigh of relief, standing yourself. He didn't move back, towering over you.

"You'd better move quickly, then. Before I change my mind and do it anyway."

Great advice! You sidestepped around the chair, nodding before turning and speed walking away from Miguel. You still felt wobbly, you couldn't tell if it was from what happened or any lingering venom. It still felt like Miguel's claws were against your skin, a ghost of the sensation lingering even when you rubbed your sides. You glanced back as you got to the door, seeing Miguel's frame illuminated by the lights of the screen. He had gotten straight back to work.

Suppose you should do the same. You left, leaving Miguel to his own devices.

Unbeknownst to you, after you left, as Miguel worked he would occasionally pull up a video. Rewinding it, he'd listen to your laughter all over again. While it wasn't the same as the real thing, hearing it bounce around the otherwise quiet space brought a sense of comfort to him. At the very least, it'll keep his urges at bay.

At least until you're next available.

[dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocss]

You've been inactive a minute; i hope youre doing alright

I’ve been okay. Just trying to find motivation for life and especially to write. Thank you for checking on me. :)

[dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocss]

before tfatws comes out, i just want to get this out there (a rant):

disclaimer: i am not hating on bucky barnes or sebastian stan.

the show is called falcon and the winter soldier. it’s not called the bucky show. it’s not called the winter soldier show. i’ve seen too much of this out there even before the show has come out, where people have been complaining about the lack of lines bucky has, or how it feels to them like sam’s getting the focus of the show.

sam is currently one of the most visible (read: only) black superheroes in the mcu, as anthony mackie has touched on in multiple interviews. as of right now, he has a responsibility and a job that bucky does not, so the question that basically amounts to “why’s the black guy getting so much screentime” is tone deaf and appalling.

and to the people who direct these sentiments at anthony mackie as an actor: anthony mackie is finally getting the recognition he deserves, with the support of all his castmates (including sebastian stan), and it is not the place of primarily white fans to tell him he doesn’t deserve the spotlight just as much as sebastian for whatever reason, however dirty you feel bucky has been done in the mcu.

this breaks my heart. he has done nothing to feel this way aside from having mainly white costars, but that pattern should not continue for this show as well.

to continue the tangent of “bucky deserved the shield” or “sam isn’t worthy of the shield” or any of that to anthony mackie’s face, to disregard and downplay his so far incredible portrayal of sam wilson, a character that has been canonically disregarded by people to the point where most of america united behind the “not my captain america” movement (which is likely something he will struggle with in this show as well), only proves the purpose and validity of his role. 

so when the show comes out, i want to see everyone put some respect on samuel thomas wilson’s name. i don’t want to see sam sidelined for yet another white man, not when this is the show that was built to put him in the spotlight. i don’t want to see sam slander when he’s “taking away bucky’s spotlight.” they are sharing the spotlight. sam has as much of a right to it as bucky. and that is a fact.

i yield my time. <3

[dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocss]

MCU Masterlist

So, I unexpectedly have a free day today, so I decided to create a masterpost for all of the MCU tickle fics I have written. This has taken me a long time, so please enjoy!

Keep reading

[dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocss]

FAVORITE SERIES BY FAR 🥺❤️

My New Family

Chapter Twelve: Swimming Lessons

Summary: After breakfast, Bucky decides to finally use the pool which Tony got ages ago. Turns out Y/N doesn’t know how to swim, so Bucky happily teaches her.

Today has already been a roller-caster of a day and it’s not even 10am yet, it went from Steve yelling at me to Peter, Steve, Nat and I all getting into a massive tickle fight. But that was okay, I wasn’t expecting the rest of my life to be all happiness and rainbows.

Keep reading

[dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocss]

Revenge (Steve x reader)

This is short. Just a little something to read.

“HEHEY! Y/n STAHAHAP!” Steve howled with laughter as you tickled his worst spot: his ribs.

“You tickle me all the time and you never stop when I tell you to. So why should I?” You raised your eyebrows sassily at him, smiled widely in victory. You didn’t know Steve was so ticklish, he always tried to hide it. He was always good at controlling himself when he knew it was coming. But once you catch him by surprise, he’s all yours, wiggling and pleading.

“HAHAHA! IHIHIF YOU DOHONT STOP ILL-HAHAHAHA!” Steve chocked on his words as you moved from his ribs to his neck, scribbling and scratching around it and behind his ears. Unfortunately, that place no longer required him to keep his arms to his sides, letting him quickly turn the tables on you.

You squealed and jumped off of him, making a beeline towards the door but before you could get 2 feet away, he grasped your wrist, pulling you back towards him. You were plopped right down on his chest, now trapped in a bear hug. You hear Steve grunt as he sat up from the couch and stand up, still holding you in a bear hug but with your feet off the ground.

“Alright. Your turn!” He sang, immediately going for one of your many death spots:your hips. You screamed and fell into loud laughter as you wriggled around, trying to get him to let you go. “You’ve got nowhere to go, baby cakes. Just laugh it up.” He chuckled, moving his right hand to scratch up and down you left side to your ribs.

You cackled and threw your head back, arching your back against him, almost breaking his grip. But he caught on before you, and gripped you tighter, blowing a raspberry on your neck.

“NOHOHOHO! LEHEHET GOHOHO!” You squealed, your face already red from all the laughing.

“Aww, look who’s begging for mercy now!” He teased, kissing your cheek repeatedly. Every time you’d blush, he’d make fun of it or point it out by kissing your cheek or pinching it and you’d hate it.

All of this happening made your body fall limp. You were drained of any energy you had left, only able to lay there and giggle. “Plehehehease! Ihihihim sohohohorry!”

“Okay,okay.... just a couple more minutes!” He laughed as he threw you up a bit to carry you bridal style.

“NOHOHO!” You squealed, flailing around as much as you could. Steve laughed before reaching to lift up your shirt but you quickly grabbed onto the end of it and held it down. “Plehehehease don’t! Steve!” You begged, letting out nervous giggles as you and Steve fought over custody of the hem of your shirt.

Steve chuckled and shook his head teasingly. “If you don’t let me get your belly imma get your feet.” You whined throwing your head back, making him laugh. But you still had a tight grip on your shirt.

“Just let me go.” You begged in the sweetest voice you could make. But it apparently wasn’t enough since Steve only clicked his tongue and made a reach for your feet. You immediately screamed and kicked out, letting go of your shirt of cover your mouth. Steve grinned as his plan worked and lifted up You shirt before you could protest and blew a big fat raspberry on your belly.

“AAAAHHH!” Was the last thing Steve heard before you fell into silent laughter, kicking out your legs with the very little energy you had left. Steve chuckled and blew another one right above your belly button before sitting back down in the couch, holding you close.

You panted harshly, letting out streams of residual giggles before finally catching your breath. “I’ll...ne-never...tickle you...again.” You panted, making Steve laugh out loud and kiss your forehead.

“That might be for the best, if you know what’s good for you.” He teased and winked at you, making you roll your eyes and sigh.

Maybe Bucky can help you get him back properly next time ;)

[dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocss]

reblog the lucky banana

[dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocss]

My favourite type of tickling is the one where it’s used as a playful punishment. Like “oh you wanna be cheeky huh?” “what did you just say to me? I think you need to pay for that.” “you better take back what you said, or else.” The one that starts as a game of chase, running around with laughter bubbling out of you while you can feel the other person close behind you. You can hear them growling playfully and teasing you. “I’m gonna get you!” When they grab you, tackle you, or pick you up. Tickling you madly, and you can’t hide the laughter. Then the teasing follows. “Aww look how ticklish you are!” “You brought this upon yourself little one” “The Tickle Monster caught you!” The silliness of it all. This is all I want.

[dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocss]

this is now my new favorite fic EVER. this is soooo so fluffy and perfect and GAHHH 😍🥺

Uh oh

A/N: You are roughhousing with your brother. It’s so much more fun now that Steve is stronger. Your chances for winning don’t stand quite so good anymore though. Just fluff, fluff, fluff. So much fluff and tickles.

“Just one more!”

“(Y/N)…”

“Please please please please please please plea-”

“Oh ALRIGHT!!” Steve rolled his eyes, but couldn’t hide his smirk, as he put his tablet to the side and prepared for your next advance. When you two had been younger, this little pre-sleep-game had taken all his strength and he hadn’t been able to repeat it more than three times. Jealously had he watched as Bucky had played with you during sleep overs, relentlessly lifting you, his little sister, into the air, so much stronger than Steve thought he’d ever be. Now he could lift you with one arm and still didn’t break a sweat. It was elevating for him as much as it was for you - literally. 

“Ready?” You called, excitedly, giddily, like the little girl from the 30s. You were now much taller, a young lady as Tony liked to call you. But your heart was still the same heart and your love for stupid games with your brother remained a part of you. Why give that up, just because you were a grown-up now? Steve had never been better at games than he was now.

“Of course, Amelia Earhart! The plane will take off any second now…” 

You giggled, when Steve started making airplane noises and took a step back. Your brother was lying on his bed in Avengers Tower, his hands held out towards you, ready for the incoming sister that he would launch into the air. When you started running, he clenched the muscles on his stomach and kept his eyes on your carefree beaming face, feeling a rush of warmth flood his chest. 

You jumped once you’d reached the end of the bed and flew for a solid two seconds before Steve’s hands grabbed yours and he lifted your body into the air upon the soles of his feet. You cheered happily as Steve giggled fondly and kept you propped up for several seconds, before he gasped and said “Uh oh”.

You peeked at his face suspiciously and saw the mischievous glint in his blue eyes. You knew that look all to well. 

“No! Steve!! Don’t you DARE!!” You squeaked when he pulled you closer towards his chest with his hands, making a bunch of worrisome action movie noises like *crash* *boom* and *bang* before starting to talk like a pilot over his communication system. 

“Mayday, mayday! We are losing height! Oh no! We are- we are going to- “

Keep reading

[dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocss]

so wholesome ❤️❤️❤️

The Replacement- Chapter 4 Part 2

A/N: Not really sure what to say about this one. It’s super fluffy though. I hope you enjoy! Send in the asks for Chapter 5. I have some ideas, but I’d love to hear suggestions!

Word Count: 1627

2014, a year after Y/N met the Avengers

“Hey.” She said shyly.

And everyone exploded. The room was a chorus of. ‘Y/N, what did you do?’, ‘Are you nuts?’ And ‘I swear to god, Y/N, if you did that thing again, I’m so gonna kill you.’ That last one was Steve.

“Can I explain?” Y/N asked gingerly. The room quieted. “I needed to do it. When HYDRA first programmed me, they thought that every power I unlocked would up all of my senses. What they didn’t anticipate was for it to be an overload. But when they figured out that it would be, they just decided to roll with it, and make the whole thing even worse. They said it was a price. You unlock a power, you pay the price, and if you chicken out, it gets worse.

“So every twentieth hour for the next week, if I haven’t done this again, in increasing levels of mastery, the pain will double from the last time until it eventually kills me.” She let the sentence hang in the air, and it drifted ominously. Tony pulled her into a hug.

“Oh, Munchkin.” He said, burying his face in her hair. She reached up and patted his head. Y/N knew what it was like to come this close to something like this. Losing someone you love.

Steve reached over and pulled her from Tony. Then Natasha from Steve. Then Bruce from Natasha. Suddenly, the team was playing ‘Capture The Y/N’ and that’s what Clint walked into. Quickly assessing the situation, he grabbed Y/N from Steve, who had her last, and was holding her high up above anyone else’s reach. All the while, Y/N enjoyed it, even curling into a ball to make their job easier. When Clint grabbed her though, she had to make a comment.

“Someone help! A vicious hairy beast has trapped me!” she squealed as Clint pulled her roughly away from Bruce, who was trying to grab her.

“Who’s a vicious beast?’ Clint asked skeptically, in that tone. Y/N almost kicked him in an attempt to get away. He curled her securely against his chest.

“Okay, hold up. Are you tired of being a basketball, or do you just not want me to hold you?” Clint asked, gently tossing her onto the couch. Immediately, Y/N got up and tried to escape, but Tony pinned her to the couch. 

“Mr. Stark!” Y/N yelped, giving him a look of betrayal. 

“Sorry Munchkin. I just can’t have you go around calling my team members hairy beasts. Even when they are.” Tony replied smugly.

“Oh, now you’re going to get it.” Clint said, pouncing on Tony. Y/N couldn’t believe her eyes. Clint pinned Tony’s arms above his head and began scribbling all over Tony’s torso. Tony’s laugh echoed throughout the room. Y/N’s grin was massive as she watched the scene unfold. Steve grinned and went to attack Clint, but Tony wasn’t left untickled either. Bruce went to take care of him. In minutes, everything was a full-blown tickle fight.

“I wonder…” Y/N said quietly, then jolted when someone poked her in the ribs harshly. 

“You wonder what?” Natasha asked. 

“I said that out loud?” Y/N asked. Nat nodded. “I was wondering why this has never happened in my presence. It’s hilarious.”

“It is, right? Middle aged men- except for Steve, obviously-” Natasha added with a smirk, “All acting like five year old children. This just never happened with you here. It happens a lot though. You’re usually asleep. It’s a wonder they don’t wake you up.”

“Ms. Romanoff?” Y/N asked shyly. 

“Yeah Y/N?” Natasha said gently, picking up on her tone.

“Are… are you ticklish?” Natasha smiled at the innocent question.

“Well, I used to be, a long time ago. Not anymore. Why?”

“I dunno, just curious. Do you ever… I dunno, miss it? It’s nice sometimes. Comforting, even. You sort of just… forget about your worries. Like right now. We have un- Mr. Rogers who is just- you know, serious- getting tickled to pieces by Mr. Stark. And they’re not worried about anything. I guess it’s nice to see the people that are important not really hurting temporarily, you know? Even if its only temporary, it’s nice to see your family truly happy.” Y/N went off on a tangent at the end there, but Nat understood.

“Yeah, sometimes I do miss it. Not the tickling, of course- well sometimes- but more of the carefree happiness that comes with it. The temporary bliss- if you will.” She replied. The two of them drifted into thought as Natasha put an arm around Y/N. Y/N unconsciously leaned into the touch. That’s right about when The men stopped tickling each other and looked at the girls. 

“You two?” Tony asked. 

“Yeah?” Y/N asked, still speculating. Natasha on the other hand, snapped back to attention and let her arm slip off of Y/N, snapping Y/N back to the present. Everyone expected her to roll her eyes and walk away from the childish scene at hand. Instead, she gave the boys a little smirk and pounced on Clint. The whole tickle fight started up again, with Y/N now alone. Clint was back to tickling Tony. Y/N finally decided to help him. 

She got up from her seat on the couch, and carefully traded the minefield that was the living room before making her way to Tony. She shot a wink towards her father, who was laughing too hard to notice anything anyway, and wriggled her fingers along Clint’s sides. The response was immediate and hysterical. Clint practically squealed, and fell back onto Y/N. Steve- with his inhuman reflexes- snatched Y/N out of the way and let Clint fall to the ground. 

Once Clint recovered, he turned to Y/N, who Steve had set on the ground next to him.

“You’re going to get it now.” He growled playfully, pouncing towards her. But Y/N was small, lithe, and quick. She rolled out of the way, then sprinted in the opposite direction. The tickling everywhere stopped as everyone else joined in on the chase for Y/N. They blocked her at the ends of corridors, only for her to escape to a different room. Finally, she settled in the air vents. She had climbed up there from her bed, and was now watching carefully as everyone ran into each other below her. 

“Where’s Y/N?” Tony asked. Everyone shrugged.

“We tracked her here.” Clint replied. “Then we lost her.” 

Y/N had been doing a good job of staying soundless, but Tony’s confused expression set her over the edge, and she let out a loud laugh. Everyone looked up to see her tiny figure huddled up on the grate. Steve- tall as he was- reached up and pulled the grate down, and with it, Y/N came tumbling. Steve caught her with his other hand, and threw her- gently- onto the bed, where Tony pinned her.

“Okay, you’re going down.” Tony said. Y/N was giggling already. The nervousness of not knowing what was going to happen was getting to her. But then, Steve, Clint, Natasha, and Bruce left the room. 

“Whahat’s happening?” Y/N asked, giggles still spilling out from her.

“They decided I was the best equipped to deal with you, but they all wanted their turns later.” Tony replied, earning a laugh from Y/N. 

“Soho can you lehet me goho? Pretty Plehease?” Y/N asked. Tony smirked down at her.

“Umm… no. You scared me half to death before. you don’t get to get away with that.” 

Y/N immediately started squirming, trying to escape before the tickly touches started. Tony shook his head, endeared. But he went straight for the kill. He let go of her wrists and his hands shot down to her underarms. He scribbled all over them. Y/N’s arms shot down to her sides as she shrieked.

“MIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHISTER STAHAHAHAHAHARK!” She begged. 

“I honestly preferred ‘Daddy’.” He jabbed.

“OOHOHOHOHOHOHONE TIIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIME THIHIHIHIHIHIHIHING!” Y/N squealed out in reply. Tony loved that she was still being witty, even when he was tickling her to pieces. 

“Tony works too.” He said.

“IHIHIHIF YOUHOUHOUHOU WAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHANT SOHOHOHOHOHOMEOHOOHOHONE TOOHOOHOOHOO CAHAHAL YOUHOUHOUHOU TOHOHONY, JUHUHUST CAHAHAHAHAL- EEP!” she was cut off by the necessity to breathe. And the fact that Tony blew a short raspberry on her belly. 

“Call who?” Tony asked innocently, with such a straight face that Y/N’s already red face went scarlet.

“WHOHOHOHOHOHOHOM, AHAHAHAHAHAND OHOHOHOHONE EIGHEHEHEHEIT HUHUHUHUNDREHED, NEHEHEHEHEVEHEHER GOHOHOHONNA HAHAHAHAHAHAPPEHEHEHEHEHEN.” She jabbed back in reply. 

“Oh, is that so?” Tony asked. Y/N nodded vigorously. Tony smirked. “Well then, I’ll set up a meeting. In the meantime…” He let the sentence hang in the air before leaning down and blowing raspberry after raspberry onto her belly. Y/N shrieked and squealed, pounding on Tony’s chest to escape. Her laughter quickly went silent as Tony rubbed his beard in and repeated the process.

Eventually, Tony let up, and Y/N curled into a ball to catch her breath.

“So, what’s my name?” He asked, sure of the answer. Y/N wasn’t gonna take another tickle attack, was she? But Y/N slid off of the bed, onto a force field.

“It always has been, and always will be, Anthony Edward ‘Tony’ Stark. But I’ll call you Mr. Stark.” She replied before zooming off.

“Really?” Tony yelled after her before hopping off of the bed and chasing her. And Y/N may or may not have gotten cornered by Tony’s suits and tickled until she was out of breath and begging for mercy. Even if it did, it was a pretty normal event in the compound.

[dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocss]

this made me have butterflies broooo

Movie Night

(Steve & Tony feat. Peter Parker x Reader) {Sequel to Games and Pranks}

A/N: Sorry this took so long – I’ve been really busy and my mental health has been really bad to the point where it feels like all I can do is lie in bed all day because anything else is too overwhelming, sorry :/

Part 1

Summary: After pranking Tony & Steve, the reader needs to be taught a lesson.

Warnings: a bit of swearing but nothing much :)

Words: 1441

It had been almost a week since you lost the game of mario kart to Peter, and lost your bet, resulting in you having to prank Tony and Steve. One thing you learned very quickly after moving in at the facility was that no one ever got away with a prank without some kind of repercussions. Usually they were immediate, but occasionally, nothing happened for a while, leaving you to believe your prank had beed forgotten.

Who were you kidding…pranks were never forgotten.

As usual, you were busy studying every chance you got. Balancing all your responsibilities on top of school was difficult, but you managed. Just as you were finishing up, Nat walked in to inform you that a team meeting had been called for a recap of the week’s events and to prepare for the upcoming week. Everyone had been so busy that you hadn’t seen a majority of the team for the entire week, because they were all on separate missions. It was the first time that you’d all be in the same room again since the last meeting, and immediately, you remembered how Steve and Tony had never gotten you back for pranking them.  Butterflies began fluttering in your stomach with nervous excitement, because deep down you knew today would be the day they got revenge.

The meeting went well, no one had been seriously injured and all the missions had been a success. Since you and Pete were still in school, you didn’t get to go on many missions, but it was still mandated that the two of you attend the meetings to keep up with current events. 

Shortly after, everyone met in the living room to watch a movie. Tony felt as though the team deserved it after their successful week, and he thought it would be a good way for the team to relax. You were never one to admit it, but you were mentally and physically drained from working so hard, so the relaxation time was a welcome relief. You sat down in your usual spot between Steve and Peter, ready to spend the afternoon watching your favourite movie, since it was your week to choose what the team watched.

“Now, before we begin the movie, there’s something you should all know about last week,” Tony began, glancing in your direction with a hint of a smile on his face. Before anyone could ask what was going on, or what he was referring to, the footage of you pranking Steve and Tony appeared on the screen, and when you tried to get up to leave, knowing you were in trouble, Steve pulled you back down on the couch. “Where do you think you’re going, Y/N, Tony hasn’t finished.” The tone of his voice was teasing and the smirk on his face told you he knew exactly what was about to go down and you did too, but you couldn’t get away because Steve had you trapped in his unyielding arms. “Now, Steve, I don’t know about you, but I’ve been finding glitter in places that glitter should never be, all week, and I think we should teach someone a little lesson about pranking us. What do you think?” Tony asked, walking towards you with an evil glint in his eyes.

You started squirming in Steve’s arms in an attempt to escape but it was no use against his super strength. You’d never admit it to them, but you really enjoyed when they were playful like this with you, but it didn’t stop the nervous butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “I think it’s a great idea, Tony. Look, they’re already squirming like crazy. Y/N you know you’re not gonna be going anywhere until you apologise,” Steve teased as he poked your stomach.

A squeal escaped your lips as Tony sat on your legs, and Steve sat on his knees, keeping your arms in place above your head. “Now,” Tony began, hovering his hands over your knees while Steve placed his hands on your ribs, “Is there anything you want to say before we begin?” 

“No, except that the two of you could definitely pull off the full pink glitter suit look, it really suits you.” You reply with a smirk on your face.

Even you were surprised by your sudden confidence boost, but it didn’t last long when you heard Steve’s voice, “Oh, Y/N, you really, really shouldn’t have said that…” Before you could react, Tony began squeezing your knees, and Steve dug into your ribs. 

Immediately, your infectious laughter bounced off the walls of the living room, lighting up everyone’s faces as they left you to your doom. Everyone knew better than to mess with Steve and Tony, but somehow, you and Pete always managed to do so anyway. I mean, you had to admit, it was fun getting up to no good – it made everything more entertaining at the facility.

“MIHIHIHISTER STAHAHAHARK, STEHEHEHEVE NOHOHOHO!!” you squeal as the duo continue their attack, Tony moving to dig into your thighs, and Steve scribbling his fingers in your armpits. “You know, Tony, they never seem to learn, do they? Every time we punish them for something, they just do something else that requires punishment. Maybe we aren’t doing our job properly,” Steve teases, having a perfectly normal conversation with Tony and acting as though they aren’t tickling you to pieces in front of the team. “I think you’re right Steve. I think we need to call in backup…get someone who really knows their weakness.” Tony grins evilly at you. “And I know just the person. Hey, Pete, how ‘bout you come help us out, Y/N doesn’t seem to want to apologise, and last week you persuaded them to glitter bomb our suits, so you obviously know where the best place to tickle them is.”

“PEHEHETER DOHOHON’T YOUOHOHOU DAHAHAHARE I’HIHIL KIHIHIHLL YOHOHOU.” Peter knew you better than anyone, which meant he knew exactly where to attack to make you talk. “Mr. Stark, I think it’s better I show you, may I?” Pete asked, and Tony obliged, moving so Peter could take his place, straddling your waist. Steve remained where he was, but moved to lightly graze against your neck, which brought out light, airy giggles, as you tried to scrunch up your shoulders, but to no avail.

“Now, Mr Rogers, Mr Stark, if you really want to get them talking, the trick is to go for their death spot.” Before anyone could ask, Peter was digging into your stomach mercilessly, and the pitch of your laughter went up multiple octaves, so much so that you couldn’t form words. “Wow, Pete, you weren’t lying when you said it was their death spot. Tickle tickle tickle Y/N, you know how to make it stop.” Steve teased, knowing how much worse the teasing made it.

“Hey, Pete, you mind if I have a go?” Tony asked, switching places again with Pete. In the few moments you had, you sucked in all the air you could. “NONONONONO MR STARK I’M SORRY!!” you squealed out through giggles. “Apology accepted, Y/N, but I still gotta try this out for myself,” Tony grinned, digging into your overly sensitive stomach.

“I SAHAHAID I WAHAHAS SOHOHORY!!” At that, Steve stopped, but held you in place, while Tony’s hands slowed, but not completely. “One more thing, you sensitive little shit,” Tony grinned as he buried his face in your stomach, blowing a raspberry as he squeezed your sides rapidly. Your laughter went silent, signalling that you were truly worn out, and the pair let you go. You curled into a ball, and light giggles poured from your lips as you recovered from their tickle attack.

“You know, Y/N, I couldn’t help but notice you never actually asked us to stop…I think you like it when we tickle you.” Steve grinned sweetly, lightly nudging you in the ribs with his elbow. You weren’t about to admit it, but you really did like it when they showed you affection like this. Growing up, you’d never really experienced a lot of love or physical affection, so knowing you were safe with them and had a special place in their hearts put a smile on your face.

Despite having to fix up their suits after the glitter incident, Steve and Tony weren’t really annoyed, because it just gave them another excuse to bond with you. Once everyone calmed down, Tony played the movie, which everyone enjoyed. You’d had such a long and tiring week that you ended up falling asleep in Steve’s lap, long before the movie was over.

[dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocss]

i have only wrote my first fic and a few people have tagged me in this. it literally means the world to me. i never thought that i’d get as much attention as i did on my first fic. i also had a lot of guidance on how to write newer fics when i get the chance. so the people tagged below are the people that i admire the most, especially when it comes to this community. thank you guys 🥺❤️

@purefluff @fluffy-lee @rosegiggles @marvelgiggles @notmeblahh @ficsandgiggles @ticklish-lilavenger @ticklish-turtle @anasticklefics @sunsetfanfics @twordytings @sillyfeathers

i may have forgotten people as well, i tried finding everyone. but thank y’all for being so freaking talented and sharing it with everyone in this community. y’all inspired me to write and let me be myself around people that understand me. i love all of your blogs 3000. ❤️❤️❤️

Greatest Tumblr Award

If you see his post (you don’t need to be tagged by anyone) reblog it and tag (at the very least) five people, so they know how amazing they are! We need to SPREAD THE POSITIVITY! So tag every Tumblr you enjoy (it doesn’t metter if they’ve already been tagged) because we all need to give a little more appreciation for the little things and the special people. 

[dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocss]

OK. I WANNA KNOW WHY WE ALL LIKE BEING TICKLED AND TICKLING AND WHY THE HECK WE ALL GET THESE LEE MOODS AND DIDN’T EVEN ASK TO BE THIS WAY IT JUST HAPPENED TO US WHEN WE WERE LITERALLY IN THE WOMB AND I WANNA KNOW RIGHT NOW

[dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocss]

Marvel Tickle Headcanons

Thor gives the best raspberries.

Peter is just as much a ler as he is a lee..

but Peter is the most ticklish person out of the whole MCU. I mean.. with those spidey senses?? He just can't help it! 🥺

If you try to tickle Bucky, he'll have you pinned in seconds and you WILL be wrecked.

Rib tickles are Tony's specialty.

Steve is strong enough to lift you up by your underarms and tickle them while you have no way of escaping!

^Peter also.

Bucky's metal fingers TICKLE so much??

Tony will just casually start tickling you out of no where, and just be having a normal conversation with you while you're dying of laughter.

^it makes you blush so bad.

Natasha will give you a hug and scribble her nails all over your back bc she knows it makes you melt.

Thor just loves to tickle bellies..and he's good at it too.

Peter's underarms are his "death spot."

Steve can't help but giggle his adorable giggle while tickling you. He loves your reactions.

Nat will grab your ankle and tickle the tops and bottoms of your feet.

Tony will squeeze your thighs and you'll freaking squeal.

Peter suffers from this ^

Steve is good at tickling sides and tummies and he's very teasy and soft.

Peter will chase you down and pin you to the floor and honestly, it's your favorite game.

If you are squirming too much or being extra bad, Peter will web your wrists without hesitation!!

Got any Marvel tickle headcanons or requests? Send them in to my ask box! 💕

[dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocss]

might as well

[dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocss]

this is so cute 🥺 i can’t wait for the next part ❤️

Coming Home

Part 5 of the series “Keeping Her”

This is a TICKLE series. If you’re not into that, you don’t have to read.

PLATONIC Avengers x reader

Warnings: swearing

Summary: The Avengers return home after a weekend away on a dangerous mission, and Y/n returns home from the Parker’s. Meanwhile, Peter is very happy to expose a little something he has learned about Y/n over the weekend.

Two days after the events of “Best Friend.”

After completing their mission in Austria, the Avengers loaded the Quinjet, eager to return home. 

“Alright, FRIDAY. Get us home to Y/n.” Tony instructed, sitting down in the pilot’s seat. 

Steve smiled to himself. He always missed Y/n when they were gone for too long. Y/n somehow made his world so much brighter, even after the ugliest of missions. All the Avengers felt that way.

Keep reading