#ticklish!peter3

[supermarvel-fics]

Tickletober Day 12: Surprise

fandom: marvel

word count: 960

pairing: peter 3 x reader (established relationship)

summary: peter keeps pulling tricks on you, so you find something to use against him

You had been trying to find something—anything—to get on Peter’s nerves.

He had been “pranking” you nonstop the past few days; hiding the remote, turning the lights off while you were showering, changing common words in your phone to “I love Peter”. Honestly, you couldn’t even call them pranks. They were just little things that irked you, and Peter knew it.

You’d brought it up to him after the sixth or seventh time he’d gotten under your skin.

“Okay, what gives, Peter? Why are you constantly playing tricks on me?” You crossed your arms over your chest, eyeing your boyfriend warily.

“Because it’s October! It’s spooky season. I have to cause as much mischief as possible,” He responded with excitement in his tone, as if this was something you should be enjoying, too. It wasn’t as if you hated him for it, but it was the type of pranks he pulled that were more irritating than funny.

“And who are you? The God of Mischief?”

“No,” Peter laughed. “A variant of him, maybe.”

You rolled your eyes before turning away and walking back to the kitchen. “Expect some major payback, Parker!”

Since then, you’ve tried a few things, but seemingly nothing could be as bothersome as things were to you. Maybe you just had a short temper.

You’d tried eating his favorite snacks, but he just chuckled and said he’d buy more. You mismatched all of his socks, which took a lot of effort, and all he did was wear them that way. By the end of the week, you’d started running out of ideas to annoy him.

That was until you’d witnessed one of his friends trying to get his attention in class. You sat in the back away from Peter because you new sitting next to your boyfriend would only end badly for you and your grades, and watched as the scene played out.

Peter’s friend obviously needed his attention, so he began poking him since Peter wasn’t answering. After a few seconds, Peter ripped his arm away from the friend and quickly looked at him.

“What?” He hissed through a whisper.

“Do you have a pencil I can borrow?” The friend asked. You heard Peter grunt, angrily searching for a writing utensil to give to him.

It was exactly the kind of information you needed to get the upper hand on him. Peter was bothered by over-excessive poking. That was easy enough to do at home. Class ended half an hour after that and you began plotting your boyfriend’s future demise.

Peter walked into your shared apartment not too long after you did, throwing his bag down and heading straight into the kitchen. You heard the door shut, prompting you to leave your position on the couch and follow him.

“Hey,” You greeted him. Peter turned his head over to where your voice came from and smiled in response.

“Hi, gorgeous.” He turned back to the counter, continuing to make his sandwich.

“How was your last class?” You asked, walking closer to him.

“Fine.”

“Just fine?”

“Mhm,” Peter hummed, nodding. It was like he was setting the scene up himself. Smiling, you poked him in the arm a couple times.

“Come on, I know you wanna tell me everything!” You said, still prodding his bicep. You heard a huff come through his nose as he swiped the condiments onto the bread.

“It was just fine, babe! Nothing crazy happened.”

His half-assed answer didn’t stop you. You began poking his faster, moving from his arm to his back.

“I know you’re lying,” You sang out. You added your other hand, alternating fingers down his back and over to his side.

“I’m not ly-HING!” Peter squeaked, arching away from your hands out of instinct. The two of you froze—Peter dropping his butter knife and your eyes falling from his face to his waist.

“I feel like I just won the lottery,” You whispered, a smirk rising to your features. Peter’s eyes widened.

“What?”

“You have been getting on my last nerve for the past two weeks and I’ve been trying to get you back, but I couldn’t find anything that bothered you enough. Until today when that guy in class kept poking you. And now, I find out that Peter Parker is ticklish! What a surprise!” You dramatically exclaim, inching closer to him. “This is perfect payback for all those stupid pranks you pulled on me.”

You pounced on him, instantly squeezing at his sides. Peter shrieked and fell into hysterical laughter, his elbows clamping down on your hands. His legs buckled beneath him and you followed him down to the ground. It surprised you that he didn’t immediately run or force you off of him. You knew about his late-night activities, so you knew he was stronger than you and could have easily pushed you away.

“OKAY! OKAHAY! BAHAHABE!” Peter yelled through cackling laughter once you worked your way upwards towards the middle of his ribcage. His hands found your wrists to pry them away, but you pulled away first to head straight for his kn.

Again, you were shocked to find out just how ticklish your boyfriend was as you used your middle finger and thumb to pinch at the muscle above his knee. Maybe even more ticklish than you.

“Apologize for playing all those tricks and stop doing them!” You bartered with him. He nodded, kicking out to attempt to shake your hands off of him.

“SORRYHY! I’M SOHORRY! NO MOHORE!”

You ceased your tickle attack at his apology, triumphantly grinning at the disheveled state your boyfriend was in. “That was cute. I’ll have to do that more often.”

Peter glared at you as he caught his breath. “Not if I get you first.”

#marvel #marvel tickle #mcu #tickle fic #tickle prompts #ler!reader #lee!peter3 #ticklish!peter3 #tasm peter parker #peter parker #peter 3 #tickle drabble #sfw tickle fic #augtickletober2022 #tickletober prompts #tickletober2022

[mushyblushyredhead]

HEHEE I HAD to get Peter 3 next! >:3 Another victim claimed by Doc Ock! MWAHAHA! I feel like he wouldn’t last 3 seconds with those tickly actuators ehehe (*˃̵ᴗ˂̵*)

…Shouuuuld I get Peter 2 next?? 👀 ˚✧₊⁎( *｀ω´)

#tickle art #mushysart #sfw tickling community #spiderman tickle #sfw twords #tickle fluff #marvel #marvel tickle #lee!peter3 #ticklish!spiderman #ler!doc ock

[jettorii]

@tklfluff HOLDING YOU IN MY ARMS RN THANK YOU FOR THIS <33

#spiderman tickle #lee!peter1 #ler!peter2 #ler!peter3 #ticklish!peter #tickle art #tickle fanart #jettdoodles #hope i did them justice hohoho #i remember seeing your art and going omg theyre so cute and the next thing i know im brainrotting over these three #your art has too much of an influence on me i think about them a lot more

[emeriethevalkyriegirl]

This Little Spidey Piggy

A/N: So after reading @parker-fluff , @tklfluff , and many many other amazing tickle arts and writers, I got the idea to create this one! Inspired by Peter 1’s snorts (oink oink 😂)

Summary: Peter 1 gets home from school sad because he had a bad day at school. So the other Peters cheer him up by making pigs in a blanket (his fav) with a few surprises tickle attacks with it of course.

Peter 2’s tingle went off before the front door opened from his apartment. “Hey Lil Spidey!” He said, expecting a response form his youngest brother. But all he got in returned was a ‘hey’ before Peter 1 left to retreat into his room.

Peter 3, who was sitting on the couch along side Peter 2 in the living room looked confused. “Is everything okay?” He asked as Peter 2 shook his head. “I don’t know. He didn’t seem like his usual self.”

“Yeah. One would come bursting through the door when he notice us. Then he would start rambling about how much he wants pigs ‘n blanket.” Peter 2 chuckled, remembering how much he loved it when One would whine whenever he didn’t get his favorite dinner. “Maybe something happened back at school. You think we should check on him?” Peter 2 asked as Peter 3 gasped and got up on his feet. “Of course we should. What type of big brothers would we be if we didn’t?” Peter 3 held out his hand for his eldest brother to help him off the couch. Peter 2 happily accepted it and was more grateful when he didn’t comment on his old age. “Why don’t you go talk to him first. I’ll go start us some dinner.”

“Lemme guess, pigs in a blanket?”

“Pigs in a blanket.”

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Peter 1 slumped on his bed, burring his face in the pillow to try and stop the tears from falling down. He didn’t want his brothers to see him like this. He’s suppose to be Spider-Man. The hero of New York City. The Friendly Neighborhood Hero of his Hometown. He wasn’t suppose to break down like this. What of a hero is he if he’s like this?

Peter 1 pulled the covers up to his face and curled himself into a ball. He was just about to drift off into dream land and wake up at around dinner time, hoping the tears would stop falling by then, but his spider tingle went off and his bedroom door opened to reveal Peter 3. Peter 1 gasped quietly and pretended to be asleep.

If I stay like this, he’ll leave

Peter 3 closed the door behind him and sighed. “You do realize I can tell when you’re sleep right? I heard you crying from the living room.” he replied, walked towards the sad teenager and sitting on his bed. Peter 1 didn’t move. Just laid there in the bed. “Come on buddy, I just wanna know why you were crying that’s all.” Again, no response.

The middle child was getting impatient. And he knew just how to deal with it.

Peter 3 smirked and shrugged his arms. “Okay, if you’re not gonna tell me, I might as well finish my dinner.” Peter 1 gasped and covered his mouth. This morning, Peter 3 came into his room to wake him up for school. And how did he do that? Well, by tickling of course. He grabbed one of his feet and started to chew on his toes. The bites were gentle but it tickled like crazy. And worse, he even did the ‘This Little Piggy’ song with his toes but he changed it up to ‘This Little Spidey Piggy’. He never got to finish his meal however because One was running late for school. But now, he’s back.

And he has nowhere to go.

Faster than One could ever dread, Peter 3 grabbed one of his feet like he did last time and scooted closer to his feet so it could be more comfortable. “Ready for round two?” Peter 1 was too afraid to respond and just muffled his giggles. Unfortunately, Peter 3 was able to hear him. “Aw, are you already waiting. You’re such a good little Spidey. Yes you are. Tell you what, sense you’re waiting so patiently, I’ll start right now.” At that moment, Peter 1 tried to tug his leg from Three’s grip, but the grip was too firm.

It was too late.

Peter 3 used his index and thumb finger to wiggle his big toe. “This little spidey piggy went to market.” he said in an annoying baby voice. Peter 1 couldn’t contain his giggles and let them all out. “Gah! Nohohohoho threhehehehehehehehe stahahahahap!” Peter 3 gave his toe a kiss and moved on to the next one. “This little spidey piggy stayed home.”

“Eeeeeeehehehehehehehehehehe ahahahahahahaha!” Peter 1 squealed earning another kiss to his second toes. “This little spidey piggy had roast beef.” Peter 3 smiled when a couple of snorts escaped from his little brother’s mouth. Peter 1 stuck his tongue out but was grateful for the covers covering his face. “This little spider piggy had none.” Peter 1 knew where this was going. “NOHO PLEASE!”

“And this little spidey piggy cried...” Peter 3 pulled the covers back so Peter 1′s head was covered up but his body was exposed. Peter 3 slowly, with anticipation (and a smirk on his face), lifted his shirt up a bit and scribbled his fingers surprising the little spider. “AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA THREEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!”

“WEE WEE WEE!! All the way home.” As if on cue, Peter 1 made another snort sound. Peter 3 couldn’t help but chuckle as he pulled the covers from his brother’s face to reveal what he was searching for. A smile on his face. “There he is. There’s my little spidey.” Peter 3 said helped up Peter 1 while still recovering from his giggle shocks. Three placed him on his lap as One snuggled into his chest. “So, wanna tell me what happened?” he asked with sympathy as One sighed and told him about how the kids at school treated him like a bully again because he was so smart. “Hey, those kids ain’t got nothing on you. You’re the real deal. At the end of the day, those kids are just jealous cause they want to be as smart as you and they can’t be.” Peter 1 smiled and chuckled. “Thanks bro.”

“Any time. Little spidey!” Peter 3 said, putting his brother into a headlock to give him an all out noogie. “Hehehehehehey stahahahap iihihihihihit.”

“Bros, dinner’s ready! And stop nooging our little brother, he’ll have to use your shampoo again.” Peter 2 called from the kitchen making both little brothers laugh. “Come on One, Two made your favorite.”

“Pigs in a blanket? YES!” Peter 1 cried as he zoomed into the kitchen, Peter 3 right behind.

#tickle #ticklish #this little piggy #marvel #spiderman #lee!peter1 #ler!peter3 #peter2 #so cute #best bros ever #spider bros forever

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

prompt idea??

Peter 3 rarely gets in moods! But when he does he chooses the best way to cheer himself up is by tickling someone! I feel like Gwen is usually the lee in these scenarios and Peter 3 has a very specific "im in a mood, i need to hear you laugh" look, so she sees him come in and immediately starts giggling and curling her legs, etc...in all honesty just that alone already perks him up but he always takes it a step further!

Ler!Peter3 lee!gwen

One of Those Moods

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Peter 3 gets into a Ler mood super easily and loves tickling those he loves ❤️ Gwen is usually on the receiving end of her boyfriend's Ler moods, but she doesn't mind 😉 The roles get reversed often enough 😁)

"Gwen?"

The smaller blond turned to the doorway of the bedroom. When her eyes landed on her boyfriend's face, she instantly curled into a ball. She knew that look.

Peter smiled and stepped into the room. "Are you busy?"

"N-noho."

Three stepped closer to the bed. "Can I come hang out with you?"

"Whyhy?"

Peter stepped even closer. "Because I'm bored."

The smaller blond pulled her knees up even closer. "Wh-what doho you want toho doho?"

Three sat down on the edge of the bed. "Tickle you."

Gwen's cheeks turned bright pink. "Ihi mehean . . ."

"Please? Just for a little bit?"

Gwen was so flustered. It was rare that her boyfriend directly asked to tickle her and she never knew quite how to respond when he did.

So instead of verbally responding, Gwen rolled onto her back and rolled her shirt out of the way. She then took her arms and crossed them above her head.

The grin on her boyfriend's face made her blush even more.

Peter 3 sat on his girlfriend's waist then leaned forward to pepper kisses into her tummy. The light tickling made Gwen instantly burst into airy giggles.

The kisses began to travel up her sides to her ribs and made her giggles increase in volume.

"Aww, yowre juwst sow tickwish." Peter moved from her ribs to her neck.

"Shuhut ihIIIT!"

"Such a tickwish wittwe bean."

"Yohou're wohorse!"

A finger booped Gwen's nose. "Miss Stacey, this is not about your boyfriend, this is about you."

"Wehell my boyfriend ihis beheing mean to mehe!"

"By giving you what you wanted?"

"Yehehes!"

Three made the biggest pout he could. "Oh how awful of me."

While Gwen giggled, Peter returned to peppering kisses into her neck.

"EEEE!" Gwen snorted. "Thehe abhabsoluhute woHOORST!"

"Just a big bully," Peter teased as he moved to the other side of her neck.

A squeak left Gwen's mouth as she turtled into her shoulders. "Yehes!"

Peter 3 continued kissing along Gwen's neck as he gently tipped her chin up so he could reach her jaw line. "Poowr baby."

"Nohoho!"

One of Peter's hands moved to lightly skitter across Gwen's side. "Noho you're not aha bahaby?"

The combined tickles made Gwen squirm. She couldn't curl up with her boyfriend on her waist and she couldn't really turtle away now with his face peppering kisses into her neck and jaw. "Meheanihie!"

The fingers on her side moved across her tummy while Three's kisses traveled up to her ears. Once there, he whispered. "Ticklish?"

"Yohou dohon't have toho keheep sahaying ihit!"

"Oh, buhut I doho," Three cooed in her ear. "I'll always remind you how ticklish you are."

Gwen turtled. "EEEK!"

Peter's hand on her stomach began to spider across her ribs. "That way you'll always remember just how ticklish you are."

"WhyhyhYYY!"

"Because you're adorable when I do so."

Gwen's face was a solid mass of red. The teasing fingers began to move up her ribs and into her armpit, making it extremely difficult to keep her arms above her head.

"Poor tickwish wittwe Gwen," Three teased as his other hand pinched along her hip.

"EEE!" Gwen snorted twice.

Peter 3 paused his tickles long enough to kiss her temple. "How are you holding up?"

"Ihim tinglyhy."

"Oho? Need a breather?"

The smaller blond shook her head. "Yohou cahan keep goihing."

Peter grinned at his girlfriend. "Ihi think yohoure enjoyihing your tickles."

Gwen grinned and shook her head.

"No? Aww." Peter moved to trace the outer portion of her ear with his fingernail. "Then why awre youw awl giggwy?"

"Squee! Yohoure sihillyhy!"

"So you're laughing at me?"

"Nohoho!"

"Awww, poowr Gwenie." That same finger moved down to her neck. "Stuck with a case of the unknown giggwes."

The smaller blond turtled again as the blush on her face darkened. However, while she was distracted by the tickles on her neck, Peter slipped his head back down to lightly nibble her sides.

The loudest squeal yet erupted out of Gwen's mouth as her sides and tummy were attacked by nibbles. "SQUEEE! PETER!"

"Awww, your poor tummy is so ticklish." Three nipped at her hip.

"AHH!"

The nibbles traveled up her side. "Do you love tickles?"

"Yehes!"

A nibble was given to her ribs. "So much?"

"EEP! Yohou alreheady knohoOOOW!"

Now down across her belly. "I want you to tell me."

"Eehehe! Ihi love ihit! Ihi lohove ticklehels!"

Three switched to lightly rubbing his nose against her side. "You're not lying to me?"

"Nooho!" Her hand started to push against Peter's head. "Ihi prohomise! I promihise!"

Peter gave Gwen's tummy a final kiss before laying down beside her. "I believe you."

The smaller blond rubbed the phantom tickles away from her upper torso. "Thahank yohou. That wahas fuhun."

Three rubbed some circles into her tummy to help get the tingles away. "Did you have aha good time?"

Gwen giggled at the first touch, but soon melted into a content puddle. "Yehes."

Peter 3 kept up the relaxing circles as his other arm pulled his girlfriend closer to him. "Cuddle with me?"

The smaller blond cuddled closer. "I would lohove to."

For the rest of the night, the two of them stayed curled up next to each other, enjoying each other's company.

#lee gwen stacey #ler peter 3 #ticklefic

[fanficsandfluff]

A Moment in Comfort

A/N: So this was supposed to be a drabble, but I don't think they can be over 1,000 words so here we are. A very hastily written, zero plot fic with our three Spideys. I hope the numbering doesn't make it too confusing, as I kept it to how they called themselves in the movie. Not my best work, but I think it'll make some people happy.

I was desperate for non-reader fluff with the boys so I had to satiate myself in some way. Hope this inspires some of you to also write! Enjoy!

Fandom: Spider-Man: No Way Home

Character(s):

Peter/Peter 1 = Tom Holland

Peter 2 = Tobey Maguire

Peter 3 = Andrew Garfield

Words: 1,161

"I love you guys."

The "Thank you's" were simultaneously the two opposing H's: hilarious and hurtful.

He meant it! What else was he supposed to say, opening up and laying his heart out on the floor like that hours after meeting his two others?

"You don't seem too... here right now, Pete," Peter 2 laid out his thoughts while the three Spider-Men were sitting in Peter's living room in various chairs and sofa.

"Hm? Why?" Peter 3 snapped his head towards the older Peter, "What? Pffft," he ran fingers through his hair now, "No, I'm here. Here."

"What were we just talking about?" tested Peter, sitting cross-legged on his cushy chair, a smile across his lips.

"You know... Spider-Man stuff."

Both Peter and Peter 2 snickered at that.

"Okay, ha ha," Peter 3 rolled his eyes but had to grin softly at the others' teasing.

"Weaknesses," Peter 2 updated him on their current topic of conversation.

"Right, yeah, I don't think much. Crippling self-deprecation at times."

"Anxiety," Peter chimed in, nodding.

"I had a whole existential crisis once that wiped out all my powers."

"Really!?"

"No way..."

"But no one is, like," Peter tried to come up with a way to say it, "No electricity means no powers? Like Max?"

"Sometimes there are guys that are just too big and powerful, so that can be rough," Peter 2 added on, glancing Peter 3's way, "I think we lost him again. Hey," Peter 2 chucked a couch pillow at him, and Spidey Senses be damned, it smacked him right in the face.

Peter hunched over laughing at that. Peter 3 didn't seem too phased, now pulling out a loose feather from the pillow, "Okay, what? You want me to say there's like a food that saps my webs or something? No, there isn't," now he started to chuckle in slight exasperation as the other two Peters were giggling amongst themselves, "I don't know, you know?"

"Yeah we're all just waiting for that one Spider-Man allergy," Peter giggled.

"No, I got it. We're all just really ticklish or something," Peter 2 made himself laugh a bit more at that add in.

Peter immediately flushed red but giggled in tandem. Peter 3, however, lit up like a Christmas tree, ears and nose blushing pink.

"Ha, yeah," he choked out, clearing his throat.

"Oh," Peter 2's abject coolness when he uttered that sound sent a shiver down Peter 3's spine. Then he cocked his head.

Oh no.

Stillness.

Then...

THWIP

"Woah! Hey hey hey!" Peter 3 scrambled to pull his wrist up from the chair arm while Peter 2 swooped up to him.

"Just testing the theory, Peter," Peter 2 immediately started poking at the exposed parts of Peter 3's abdomen.

"Nonono, nah, hold ohohon! Wait, Peter! Not cool!"

"Hold on!" Peter ran over and grabbed Peter 3's other wrist and held it down to the other arm of the chair, thwipping one other web for good measure.

Peter 3 was mentally falling apart. Wait, yeah, probably physically, too. He was sweating and he couldn't stop smiling.

Peter 1 and 2 glanced at each other, both grinning. They could all sense it at once.

"You don't mind this," Peter pointed out gently, "Right?"

"Wh--wha," Peter 3 stuttered, fingers curling and uncurling where they were pinned by the wrist, "W-We were talking about weaknesses like two seconds ago. How did we end up here? Huh? Explain, cuz-cuz I am not-nohohot--Hey! You-pfffff--" he threw his head back when Peter 2 started to pinch at his side, biting his lip without abandon.

"You've got a sinister side, Peter 2," Peter joked.

That made Peter 2 scoff, "Really? No, I'm probably the tamest out of the three of us. Honest. Just something about us being here together, it's... nice. Bringing out different sides of me. Now, are you gonna help or what?"

Peter beamed.

"Mehehean!" Peter 3 squeaked out, arching his back and legs squirming every direction in the seat.

Peter brushed his fingers back and forth around Peter 3's neck, all while Peter 2 zeroed in on his bottom ribs.

Squirming definitely increased at this point.

"I caha--I can't! Guhuhuys!" Peter 3 was snickering and laughing within seconds.

"Hmm. This does seem like a pretty big weakness, Pete," Peter 2 taunted.

"NO!" Peter 3 cinched his body as hard as he could when he felt Peter's hands wandering down from his neck, "NohoHO hey! No, please, wahahait!"

"Yeah, seriously. I thought I was bad," Peter stated, trying to force his fingers into Peter 3's well-guarded armpits.

"Nuh-uh, no wahay," Peter 3 was smiling like a fool. He knew he looked silly because he felt silly, just sitting there like that. He tried making eye contact with Peter 2 who stopped his tickling when Peter made his comment.

"Plehease. Please, just-- I can bargain, huh? Let's um let's just change the subject. You let me out and we move on. Watch a movie! Yeah! Pehete, don't look at me like that, come ohohon, man!"

Peter 2 had just smiled, that was it. He leaned in closer to Peter 3's face which prompted him to beg again, "Just making sure of something."

"I don't mind it, alright!? Is that what you wanted to hear? Yeah, it's fine, just... intense! I haven't been tickled in a really long time so just go easier. Please?"

"Wow," Peter sat back on the floor at this moment, "You didn't even have to convince him or anything. How'd you do that?"

Peter 2 merely shrugged, ripping Peter 3 free from his web binding, "I think I'm just a guy you can open up to."

Peter 3 was rubbing his wrists now, feigning that they hurt to try and make the two others feel a little guilty.

"It's all part of how he makes his own web. It's like a hypnosis stare or something."

"That's what the media thinks I have!" Peter exclaimed.

Peter 3 had now joined the other Peters on the floor. They shared in a silence for a short while before Peter 3 spoke again, "Thanks."

"No problem," Peter 2 grabbed his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

"Ow!" Peter 3 recoiled in surprise when he felt another poke to his side, this time from Peter only. The youngest started giggling again.

"I'm sohorry, I had to."

"Yeah? Come here," Peter 3 crawled for Peter but the other jumped away. Peter 3 webbed a pillow and slung it at him as a distraction before chasing. Shrieking and more laughter followed.

When Peter 3 said he always wanted brothers... Yeah, he wasn't bullshitting. This was the happiest he'd been in a long time. When all three of them lay on the floor, panting, smiles painting their faces, Peter 3 reiterated without prompting or deep thought, "Love you guys."

"Love you, too," Peter shoved his arm with a small laugh of his own.

Peter 2 returned the sentiment with a huge ruffle to Peter 3's hair.

#no way home #nwh #no way home spoilers #nwh spoilers #fanfiction #spiderman no way home #spiderman fanfiction #tickle fanfic #tickle fic #ticklish!peter #ticklish!peterparker #ticklish!peter3 #ticklish!andrewgarfieldpeter #spiderman #peter parker #three peters #brotherly bonding #bonding #fluff #tickling #tickle fight

[bratbutcute]

You can't run away from yourself

Part 1 / Part 2

First of all, this is just a lil thing I wrote but it’s the first time I write in English so I’m kinda nervous (it goes without saying that English is not my first language).

Second of all, THIS IS A SPIDERMAN NO WAY HOME FIC IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN IT PLEASE DON’T READ IT. I don’t want the responsibility of any possible spoiler.

Third of all, this is a TICKLE FIC, if you don’t like, again, you’ve been warned.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: in my mind the different Spiderman are of this age.

Tom: 17, but in the fic he’s just mentioned.

Andrew: something between 25 and 30 (I refuse to believe this man is more than 30 yo, and yes I know he’s 38, but he’s not.)

Tobey: something between 37 and 40.

Just a little tease between two people who had enough of their tragic lives and just want some happiness.

~~

Peter bit his lower lip, a flustered expression on his face and an uncontrollable urge to giggle. He kept avoiding as much as he could to make eye contact with the man behind him.

The situation was quite absurd to be honest. Peter had found himself in this alternative universe a week ago with a younger and an older version of himself and fought alongside them. They encountered many enemies, some he had never met and some he unfortunately had.

After the weird magic man had healed his namesake from his wound, they were now waiting to be sent back to their original universes, but they were having some difficulties.

He didn't say anything, but he hoped that they could eventually find a way to communicate even in different universes. Even if the thought felt a bit egocentric, he actually liked these different versions of himself.

But to be completely honest, in that moment he wanted to murder one of them. His older self to be specific.

«So?» sing sang said man with a smile plastered on his face and a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

«Shut up!» he complained trying very hard to pout and fight his growing smile.

«You know you want to. You are literally me! I know I’d say yes if I were you.» Peter hid his face in his hands, trying to elude the teasing, but soon enough his Spider sense made him flinch and he instinctively caught the man’s wrist before he could land his attack. He looked down at the wiggling fingers of the other Spiderman and let a giggle slip.

«Was tha-»

«I said shut uhup!»

The other Peter smiled «Am I this obvious too?» and wiggled his fingers again. The younger squealed and immediately covered his mouth embarrassed, but there was still laughter echoing in the air.

«Stohop laughing! O my God yes! Yes, you are this obvious too!» he exclaimed, slightly shoving the man away.

«You are too pure for this world.»

«You do know you are saying this to yourself right?» they smiled at each other realising of how absurd all of this was.

«Well we are not exactly the same. We have our differences. We all have different physical appearances, we were born in different moments of time, we have different life experiences.» stated the older of the two, counting on the fingers of his captured hand.

Before he could add anything he was interrupted by an overly excited Peter, who was waiting to make a similar list since the moment they met: «But we also have a lot of things in common! Such as the people in our lives - well at least some names - or the interest for science, and-»

«And how ridiculously ticklish we are.» said thing was said with a grin.

«How can you just say this kind of stuff!?» complained Peter, covering his face. He couldn’t believe that one day, in a different universe, he had grown so confident that he could simply state such things without being overly embarrassed. Right now all he could do was feeling extremely self conscious about the blush on his cheeks and ears.

«At some point you stop being embarrassed and you simply start enjoying it. It saves a lot of time and frustration. And of course it's an excuse to mess around a little.» he put a hand on his shoulder, as to further reassure him. «Actually this brings us back to the question I asked you earlier.» he beamed, getting closer to the taller man.

«Do you want me to tickle you?»

This question was the result of the heartfelt conversation they just had, in which Peter stated that he needed to stop thinking for a moment and simply relax. In the back of his mind he actually pictured this scenario, but when he heard the words his mind stopped working.

«I-» he could feel his face burning with embarrassment. «You know you can’t just go and ask people this kind of things right?» Peter was really trying to sound pissed but that small and excited smile on his lips was the confirmation the older one needed to be sure he was really looking forward to it. He wondered how long had it been since the boy had just a little bit of fun, stress free.

«I think I just did. And… you know what? I’m going to ask this again. For the last time.»

He got closer and started pinching his sides, finding it absolutely adorable how such a simple gesture could elicit bubbly happy giggles from the man.

«Do. You. Want. To. Be. Tickled?»

In absolute ticklish agony Peter hiccuped an incoherent string of noises, trying to win his internal conflict. He actually did want to be tickled but the last person that he shared this gesture with was Gwen and.. he really didn’t want to think about her. But this kind of affection itself was something he had longed for some time now. He kind of needed that freedom to laugh and shut down all of his internal struggles and doubts for just a moment.

Since he couldn’t bring himself to answer, he let the chuckles flow, as Peter #2 lightly scribbled his sides.

Then it all stopped.

«Okay I'm tired, you don't get to choose anymore.»

«What do y-»

«Run.» when their eyes met goosebumps erupted on Peter’s skin, as he slowly realised what this meant. His heart raced in his chest, adrenaline pounding in his veins.

A shiver ran across his back, his webs ready to be shot as a small childlike smile started spreading on his face. Before he could ask anything he was met with the same request as before.

«Run.»

~~

Hi! I hope you liked this little fic.

Please let me know what you think! Any kind of feedback is appreciated (but please though make it constructive and not destructive, I have very little confidence rn).

And also, Merry Christimas and late solstice to you all ♥️ blessed be

#spoilers #tickle fic #ticklefic #sfw tickle blog #ticklish!peter #ticklish!spiderman #lol this doesn't help since they are all Spiderman and all Peter #i knew writing this was going to be difficult #but i spent all my time trying to understand how to call them #i hate the word ‘other’ but i used it a million times #hope it didn’t sound too repetitive #nwh #andrew!peter parker #andrew!peter #lee!peter3 #spiderman no way home tickle

[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

ok bc i have two hcs that i love

firstly peter is absolutely the annoying mf to like, put ur hands around his neck then web em together??? and it’s scary

secondly he gets stuck so much like he’s a genius he will spit out algebra you couldn’t find in einstein’s laboratory but then he’ll like get his hand stuck in the dishwasher and be like ‘can u help’ or like he’ll trip on air or up the stairs i’m sorry he’s brilliant he is bjt he’s such an idiot (coming from a brilliant idiot)

THESE HEADCANONS ARE SO CUTE????? I CAN'T- THESE ARE MF ADORABLE HELP-

(Off topic but this dress she wore in Enchanted is everything and I need it-)

The whole idea of Peter just generally being an adorably annoying little shit is so cute- 😭💛

He would 100% web your hands together around the back of his neck. What happened next could go at least three ways and it's scary especially in regards to one of these three 😳:

Kiss attack, where he's just showering your face with cute kisses and rambling about how much he loves you (cute. Just so cute.)

Snuggle-bug, where he just says you're stuck there while he snuggles and hugs you forever (I could absolutely go for some snuggles and hugs from Peter 3)

Tickle monster, (personal fav 🏃🏽‍♀️) in which he's gonna get all your weak spots and you're just stuck there shrieking and giggling- You can't even shield your weak spots because you can't pull your arms down and you're just whining about how annoying he's being.

"PEHEHEHETEHEHER PAHAHAHARKEHERR! Youhouhou're sohohoho ahahahannohoyiiing!"

"Mhm. Heheard. But why ahare you laughing when you say it?"

(This absolute menace- I love him)

The second headcanon is so hilariously cute and it's so FITTING for his character 😭💙

I think if you happened to walk downstairs and see Peter with his hand stuck in the dishwasher you'd start full on belly laughing so hard that you'd be crying while Peter's concerned that you're in tears from giggling and also concerned because his frickin hand is still stuck in the damn dishwasher 😖 You're legit like:

And Peter's like:

"*hic* IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHAAAAN'T! IHIHI CAHAHAN'T! *hic* PEHEHETER! HOHOHOW DIHIHIHID THIHIS HAHAHAHAPPENNNN!?"

"Bugs, please. Help me- Why are you CRYING!?"

*cue you having actually fallen to the FLOOR because the scene is so funny*

If he ever trips on air and you happen to see, you'll be trying so hard not to giggle

And if Peter hears you, definitely run. He's gonna give you something to laugh about 🤭🏃🏽‍♀️

These headcanons 😭💖 soft season I'm telling you. So so cute thank you for sharing 🥺

#sugar-rambles #sugar-answers #amazing-headcanon-submissions #sfw tickle blog #sfw tickling community #peter 3 is so sweet I can't #my heart has melted I cannot #ler!peter3 #sfw tickle headcanons #tickle headcanons #tickle hcs #ticklish!reader

[ticklishraspberries]

hi legend if you’re still accepting headcanon requests i was wondering if you have any general peter3/ag!peter headcanons? <3

ooh ur the second person who asked ty both of u

i feel like ag!peter has the vibes of like...ticklish ribs, armpits, knees

like all the spidey people, his heightened senses added to his already above-average ticklishness

his laugh is pretty goofy and sort of squeaky

is also an evil ler though and likes tickling p much 50/50 lee/ler

would not hesitate to (consensually) use his webs against u

i feel like he babbles when he gets tickled like trying to beg/threaten revenge/etc also has very much "not there!" energy

would be super teasy

if u weren't smiling for a picture he would absolutely tickle u to make u smile ahhhhh

#raspberry hcs #ask

[supermarvel-fics]

Tickletober Day 3: Shriek

fandom: marvel

word count: 1,000

pairing: peter 3 x reader (platonic)

summary: you're not easily scared and peter attempts to prove you wrong

“You seriously don’t get scared?” Peter asked with an eyebrow raise. “It’s Halloween… it’s supposed to be scary!”

You shrugged before taking a sip of your latte, eyeing Peter in the chair across from you the whole time. “I just don’t scare easily. Horror movies, haunted houses, ‘scary’ corn mazes… they’re just so underwhelming.”

“So, you mean to tell me that you’ve never been scared. Ever. Like no one has ever snuck up behind you and made you flinch?

“Not that I can remember, no.”

You caught Peter’s smirk as he shut his Biology textbook and threw it to the unused sofa beside him. “Challenge accepted.”

“Excuse me?” You spluttered, following his lead by closing your own book.

“I’m going to scare you successfully this year,” He responded while leaning forward in his seat, elbows propped up on his knees. You grinned back at him, almost trying not to laugh.

“Yohou? You’re going to be the one who scares me?”

“I’m sure I can do it if I put my mind to it,” Peter nodded. You chuckled softly, reaching out towards your coffee cup to take another swig.

“Alright. Good luck, then.”

And Peter wasted absolutely no time in trying to complete his mission. After your study session, approximately 30 minutes after the two of you had dropped the conversation entirely, he began with his first attempt. You had your back turned to him as you put away your books and instantly felt more than heard Peter standing behind you.

“BOO!” He shouted close to your ear. You didn’t react, obviously, and snickered when your friend let out a huff filled with defeat.

“Peheter, I felt your breath on my neck. Also, we just got done talking about it, so I kinda knew it was coming. You’re gonna have to be more creative than that,” You told him, nudging his shoulder with yours as you slid past him. “Nice effort, though!”

You had to laugh at his determination. After that day, any time Peter saw you, he’d attempt to scare you. Sneaking up behind you before class, following you to Starbucks, even going as far as breaking into your dorm while you were out and about.

He took the act of being the one to scare you so seriously that he began watching you like a hawk to see if he could find any hints to what made you flinch or squeak. Only problem was that nothing could do that—you were just unable to be frightened.

So, Peter decided that after this time, he’d drop it and admit defeat. He squatted behind the couch in the common area of your dorm waiting for you to pass by. He’d done this exact ruse a few days ago, so maybe it would catch you off guard this time.

A few minutes later, he heard the beep of the door as you scanned your ID and the jingling of your room keys as you walked through the room. Peter held his breath and watched as you walked right past where he was hiding, giving him the perfect opportunity to rush up behind you.

“GOTCHA!” He yelled, grabbing ahold of your sides to pull you back into his chest. Not expecting the sudden contraction of his fingertips, you shrieked, and Peter had a field day with your reaction. “YES! I did it! I told you I’d scare you!”

You forcefully removed his hands from your waist and turned around to scold him. “You didn’t scare me, Peter! You… ugh.”

“Uh-huh, right. Then, what was that little scream you made when I snuck up behind you?” Peter interrogated with an insufferably smug grin on his face. You decided not to gratify him with an answer and instead grunted, walking away from him and towards your dorm room. You fumbled with the keys as Peter scurried after you. “Oh, come on! Is your ego too big to just admit that you finally got scared?”

Sighing, you pushed your door open, trying to slam it shut on Peter, but he kicked it right back open and followed you in. “Yeah, fine, Pete. You scared me. Great job,” You said monotonously, throwing your bag onto your bed. Your back was still facing him, so when his hands found your waist again as he started to reenact the moment, you let out another loud squeal, this time laced with a small giggle.

You arched away from him, you elbows slamming down on instinct. As you whipped around, you caught sight of your friend’s face, only making yours turn red.

“I didn’t scare you…” Peter realized.

“No, you did! You totally got me this time,” You laughed nervously, backing away from him without realizing.

“You don’t get scared. You screamed because I accidentally tickled you, didn’t I?” He asked, inching closer. You gulped and before you got the chance to vehemently deny that you’re even ticklish, Peter lunged and began squeezing at your sides with more intent.

“Peter! Noho, Pehete!” You protested. Twisting away from him, you freed yourself from his grasp and tried running for the door, but Peter took a few long strides forward and once again gripped your waist, pulling you back against his chest and digging his fingers into your ribs. “WAHAHA! NOHO!”

“You may not scare easily, but you are ticklish, so I think I win either way,” He teased you, pinching rapidly up and down your torso. Your knees buckled beneath you and Peter helped you down onto the floor, continuously tickling you to pieces.

“THAHAT’S NOT FAHAHAIR! PEHETER, NO!”

“It’s extremely fair. This is compensation for how much work went into trying to scare you!”

“It’s nohot my FAHAULT THAT YOHOU JUST AREN’T SCAHAHARY!” You bit back, only making Peter wiggle his fingers harder in retaliation. “OHOKAY! WAHAIT! I’M SOHORRY!”

Peter slowed down to a light scratching at the middle of your ribcage, smiling down at you as you squirmed and giggled. “I’ll get you someday.”

“Rihight. Whatever yohou say, Pehete.”

#marvel #marvel tickle #mcu #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ler!peter3 #tickle prompts #tickle fic #tickle drabble #sfw tickle fic #augtickletober2022 #tickletober2022 #tasm peter parker #peter parker

[mushyblushyredhead]

TickleTober 2023 🎃

Presented by @august-anon

DAY 2: Accidental (Marvel)

Lee!Peter 1

Lers!Peter 2 & 3

Summary: An innocent brotherly cuddle pile between the three Spider-bros suddenly turns ticklish when the older Peters make an interesting discovery about their youngest brother.

So cuddly…so warm.

A collection of content sighs filled the air of the oldest Peter’s apartment. The three Spider-Men were currently cuddled up next to each other in a makeshift blanket nest that the younger two begged Peter 2 to let them set up.

And so here they were: the oldest Peter in the middle of the cuddle pile with his two younger brothers snuggled up on either side of him. He had his arms wrapped around the youngsters, his fingers gently running through their fluffy hair.

“Mmm…this is nice,” the middle Peter said. The youngest hummed happily in agreement. “This is honestly like, free therapy right here.”

Peter 2 chuckled. “Aww. As long as it makes you guys happy. I’ll admit, this brotherly cuddle nest you guys set up really is nice. I think we were all due for a nice cuddle. Especially our newest little Spidey here.” He gave a squeeze to the youngest Peter.

“Heyyyy,” Peter 1 whined. “I’m not that little.”

“Are you kidding? You’re our adorable baby bro!” Peter 3 cooed, reaching over to ruffle the younger’s hair.

“Aaah! Heheyyy! Quit ihit!”

“Alright you two, relax,” Peter 2 said with a fond eye roll. “But he’s got a point, little Pete. You technically are the baby brother of our trio.” The youngest pouted with a huff. “Hey, don’t take it in a bad way. It just means you’ll get double the hugs and affections because you’re so cute!” Peter 2 booped the youngest’s nose.

Peter 1 rolled his eyes. “C’mon guys, you both treat me like I’m five. Have you forgotten that I’m frickin’ Spider-Man?”

“An adorable Spider-Man!” The middle brother chirped. He sat up from the cuddle pile to playfully squish the littlest Peter’s cheeks. “I don’t know how you could ever have any enemies, little bro. You’re too cute! How can your enemies not spare you or constantly stay mad at you if you’re this adorable?”

The teasing combined with the face squishes was making Peter 1 blush and let out involuntary giggles. “S-Stohohop, you weirdo!”

Peter 3 kept talking. “I mean look at him, Dos! If you were his enemy, would you wanna keep fighting this kid?”

The oldest couln’t help but laugh at the unfolding predicament. “No, definitely not. If anything, I think it would make me want to do this instead for all the times he’s foiled my plans!” He surprised the youngest Spidey by suddenly scooping him up in an upside down hug, making Peter 1 squeal as he now dangled upside down.

“Hehehey! Put me dowwwn!” Peter 1 couldn’t stop giggling. The silliness of being upside down made him feel like a little kid again.

The little wholesome moment was interrupted when Peter 2 gave a playful squeeze to the younger’s sides. The reaction was instantaneous; Peter 1 squeaked loudly and kicked out his legs, almost hitting his older brother in the face.

The room fell silent. Finally, Peter 3 broke the silence. “What was that? Did you just squeak, lil’ Pete?”

The youngest blushed. “Uhhm…n-no..?”

“Then what was that noise? Did that hurt when I touched you there?” The oldest Peter frowned with concern. “I’m sorry if I did.”

“N-No its not that..! It’s—I’m just—uhm…”

When the littlest brother didn’t respond, Peter 2 gave another experimental squeeze in the same spot and the same thing happened; Peter 1 jolted with another loud squeak. Crap-eating grins spread across the two older Spider brothers’ faces.

“Ohh I think I know what it is,” the oldest said in a sing-song voice.

“I think a certain little Spider-bro is ticklish~” Peter 3 sang.

Peter 1’s blush darkened. He rapidly shook his head, attempting to squirm out of the upside down hug with no luck. “N-No I’m not! Get a-away from me! Both of you!”

“Gosh, he’s squirming so much,” Peter 2 said with a huff.

“Why not put him down?” the middle Peter suggested.

“No! Nohoho c’mon guys!” In a matter of seconds, Peter 1 was dumped onto the pile of blankets and immediately pinned by his older brothers. His oldest brother had him trapped in his lap; wrists grabbed and pinned above his head. And his other older brother took a seat by his legs, resting his fingers on his kneecaps. “Guhuhuys! Guys pleaheeheehease! y-you don’t have to—EEEEHP!!”

Peter 1 squealed as his sides were tased. The culprit turned out to be his cheeky middle brother.

“And just how come you never told us about this, little Spidey?”

“Yeah, how come you didn’t tell us our little bro was ticklish?”

“I-I dihihidn’t know! And I’m not even tickliAAAAHA!” His lie was cut short when the fingers that tased his sides now vibrated and stayed glued in that spot. “NAAAHAhahaheeHEEE! Qhuihihit thaHAAhat!”

“Awww someone’s not a very good liar~” Peter 3 sing-songed. He moved his fingers upward, spidering them to Peter 1’s ribs next. He grinned when he saw how his little brother twitched with a girly squeal.

Feeling a bit left out of the playful banter, the oldest Spider-Man finally joined in. His free hand fluttered against Peter 1’s neck, resulting in another squeal and leg kick.

“Whoa! Easy there, little bro,” exclaimed Peter 3. “Don’t kick me.”

“I-I caHAHAhan’t hehehelp ihihit!” Peter 1 squeaked out. His blushy face was really starting to rival his Spidey suit. Out of all the embarrassing things his brothers could’ve discovered and exploited, it just had to be this one.

Things got worse when the middle Peter decided to scribble across his belly and the oldest fluttered his fingers under his arm.

“EEAAAHEHEEEHAHAAAA!! NAHAHAO N-Not thEHEHhere!!”

“Not where?” Both Peters innocently asked.

“T-Thehehehere!! Both…Both plahahahaces!!”

“Awww!!” Peter 3 couldn’t help but coo. “Ticklish tummy and armpits?” The littlest shook his head rapidly as more giggles poured out. “Awww! We got a ticklish tummy and armpits here! How cuuuute!”

“S-StAHAhap teasing, you jeheherk!” Peter 1 giggle-whined.

“Peter Dos, do you hear that sass?” The middle Spidey pretended to be offended.

“Yeah, I heard it. And I don’t think I like that tone you’re using, little bro.”

Both spider brothers cracked their knuckles for dramatic effect before plunging their fingers down and tickling anywhere they could reach: underarms, in between ribs, behind the knees, even Peter 3 got evil enough to slip his hands under his squealing bro’s shirt to scribble at his bare tummy.

It was maddening. It was torture. But it was…fun. Gosh, how long has it been since Peter 1 even laughed like this? A long time, in fact. Long before Mr. Stark left.

But here he was now, red faced and giggling brightly. Instinctively kicking and squirming, but not putting up too much of a fight to get away. Turns out, it’s not so bad letting his older spider counterparts know of his one little weakness. It was fun, and it made him feel genuinely happy to get to play around with the other Peters like this after everything.

So yeah. It’s not so bad letting his ticklishness be exposed and exploited. As long as they didn’t find out about his extra sensitive belly button or that one spot right under his arm and above his highest rib—oh nope. Too late.

There’s nothing Peter 1 can hide from his counterpart brothers, apparently. And that especially includes tickle spots. Ohh he was so getting them back for this!

THE END :3

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[jettorii]

a totally normal lounging position

#spiderman tickle #lee!peter1 #ler!peter3 #ticklish!peter #tickle art #tickle fanart #jettdoodles #tickle comic #love them sm #i struggled with the last two panels but omg it cane out nicely #idfk i waa sitting on my couch and just thought of this >:]

[mushyblushyredhead]

DAY 9: Lie ˚✧₊⁎・⁎⁺˳✧༚ (Marvel)

TickleTober 2023 🎃

Presented by @august-anon

Lee!Peter 3

Ler!Doc Ock

Words: 2,400

Summary: Spider-Man’s snarky quips have always helped him out of intense situations. Except when one particular Spider-Man (Peter 3) quickly realizes that his iconic quips aren’t enough to hide the silly weakness he “totally doesn’t have” from a certain eight-limbed, but surprisingly playful, scientist.

Peter 3 hummed to himself as he dangled upside down on one of the infamous actuators of Doctor Octavius. He never thought he’d be casually sitting in the same room with the once notorious villain from Peter 2’s universe.

The three Spider brothers had decided to hang out together earlier that day in the oldest Peter’s world. Except, Peter 2 had forgotten that he had to help assist Otto in the lab that same day.

“Aw don’t tell me you’re secretly helping him build another doomsday machine,” Peter 3 had joked.

The oldest rolled his eyes. “Relax. He’s dropped out of the villain gig for good. I was only supposed to help him sort and organize stuff around the lab, that’s all.”

The youngest Peter pouted. “Awww so what does that mean? You won’t be able to hang out today?”

Peter 2 was about to say something when the younger spiders both gave him their best puppy dog eyes stare. He grimaced. He could never deny his little bros with those looks. “Okay, look,” he finally said with a sigh. “Even though I’m supposed to help Otto today, I guess…you guys can…tag along too? As long as you don’t break anything, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind your guys’ company.”

“Alright!” The younger brothers cheered. “Let’s go!”

Things went smoothly upon arrival. Doctor Octavius was a bit surprised that all three Peter Parkers showed up, but he didn’t mind. While he and his Peter worked away at sorting through cabinets and desk drawers, the doctor let the younger Peters play around with his metal tentacles to keep them occupied.

Peter 1 was having a blast; swinging and dangling from the actuators, and letting them hold and lift him up.

Peter 3, however, wasn’t exactly having the same amount of fun. He simply sat down on a nearby swivel chair, pretending to be occupied with his web shooters. He was still a little unnerved about Doctor Octavius.

Okay, he had to admit, those artificially intelligent metal arms of his were really cool in a way. But they still seemed kind of…scary? Intimidating? The way those pointy claws curled and snapped shut, and the fact that were intelligent with a mind of their own that used to take control of their maker’s mind. Shudder.

It wasn’t until Peter 2 announced for a coffee break, that got the younger Spider bros’ attention.

“I’m just going to grab a couple coffees from Starbucks for us,” he said while grabbing his coat. “Anyone want anything from there?”

“Oooh! Oooh!” Peter 1 frantically waved from his upside down position on the actuators. “I’ll take a mango dragonfruit lemonade! Make it a venti!”

“Got it. Peter 3? You want anything?”

Said Peter hummed in thought. “Umm…a mocha cookie crumble for me. Make mine a venti, too.”

Peter 2 nodded. “Got it.”

The youngest spider chirped. “Wait! Can I come with you? You might need an extra pair of hands to carry all the drinks, heh.”

“Good thinking, little bro.”

“Awesome! Okay, uhh…can you guys let me go?” Peter 1 sheepishly asked the clingy actuators. They whirred understandingly and set him down, and all took a turn to give him a quick hair ruffle.

“You guys need me to come, too?” Peter 3 asked, getting up from his spot.

“Actually…” said the oldest. “Peter 1 and I can handle it. Thanks, though. In the meantime, you can hang back here in the lab. We won’t be long.”

“You can chill out here with Doc’s cool arms!” Peter 1 chirped. “They’re really fun to be around. Super clingy, too, but affectionate.”

“Oh. Okay then…” the middle brother eyed the mechanical arms wearily from the corner of his eye.

Peter 2 wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “Hey, I know what you’re thinking. There’s no need to be afraid or intimidated by him. It’s all good now. I know you don’t know Doc as well as I do or even like Peter 1 has gotten to lately, but this is a chance to get to know him, too. Oh, and don’t be scared about those metal arms of his. They won’t bite.”

Peter 3 rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay, whatever. Just go get my coffee already. I need my caffeine!”

“Relax, bossy,” the oldest said with a poke to the middle’s ribs. “We’ll be back in a little bit.”

Peter 3 flinched and bit back a smile. It got super quiet in the lab now that the other two left. It was a little too quiet for Peter 3.

Doc Ock noticed how uneasy the middle Peter looked. He gave a little sigh. He must still be intimidated by me. He couldn’t blame the young Spider-Man. He knew he must’ve always looked intimidating to anyone who came across him.

But still, he didn’t want the young Parker to be afraid of him forever. Maybe his Peter’s suggestion earlier about leaving the two of them alone wasn’t such a great idea after all.

Then one of his nearby actuators chirped. Oh, yes. I almost forgot about that. Let’s just hope that what my Peter says about him is indeed true.

The scientist cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence. “Y’know, you can have a look around my laboratory if you’d like. You don’t have to be confined to one spot.”

Peter 3 nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

Octavius shyly extended a metal tentacle towards him. “Would you…like to have a seat?” I know your other counterparts really enjoy it. Especially the littlest Peter.”

The middle Spidey hesitated or a moment. “Well…okay.” He climbed on top of the extended actuator. It suddenly lifted him up high off the ground. “W-Whoa! What the heck?!”

Doc Ock had to bite back a smile. “Sorry. Too high?” The actuator lowered. “That better?”

Peter 3 nodded. Feeling a little more relaxed, he let himself instinctively dangle upside down from the metal arm. Huh…he had to admit, this was nice. “Yeah. Don’t worry, it’s not your fault. Sometimes I forget those metal arms of yours have a mind of their own.”

The scientists hummed in agreement. “They can be quite a handful sometimes. But in reality, it’s like having four puppies attached to my back at all times.”

As if on cue, the other actuators slithered over to Peter 3, chirping curiously as they closed in. Peter 3 shrunk back a little. “W-Whoa uhm…they aren’t—they aren’t gonna like, attack me or anything, right?”

“Relax, they don’t bite.” Otto paused. “On second thought, technically they do, but you’ll get used to it.”

“Wait, what?!”

“Easy now, Peter,” Otto chuckled. “Before you get alarmed, I must ask…are you ticklish by any chance?”

Peter 3 could feel his cheeks grow warm in an instant. The question caught him so off guard, and already made butterflies fill his belly. “U-Uhhaahm…” he laughed awkwardly, averting his gaze. “Um…n-no..?”

“Hm. Your hesitance and the color of your cheeks says otherwise.”

Peter 3 awkwardly rubbed at his face, as if that would wipe away his blush. “W-Well I’m not hesitating. So…yeah. A-And I’m not ticklish, either.” He scoffed. “I mean, why would I be, right? That’s just not something that really works on me, y’know?”

Otto nodded. “I know, Peter. Which is why I’m gonna do this.”

Peter 3 suddenly squeaked like a mouse as he felt a jab to his side. “AaHHEAA!” Another squeeze, this time to his other side. The culprit? Two sneaky actuators. “Whoa, hey, d-don’t get any ideHAA! HaHAHeheheyyy! Nohohoho!” This time, both curious actuators simultaneously nuzzled against Peter 3’s sides.

The tallest Spidey was starting to lose his balance so he hopped off the metal tentacle. But as soon as he touched the ground, all four actuators surrounded and hovered over Peter 3, their claws teasingly pinching and wiggling in the air just above him.

Peter 3 squeaked and curled in on himself. His arms wrapped around his torso protectively. Air tickles always drove him crazy! It made his spider tingle go off over and over, which made the fuzzy feeling of anticipation even worse!

“Oh, and another thing, Peter,” Doc Ock’s voice cut in. “Your other two partners in crime explained to me how you’re still hesitant to be around me. I don’t blame you, boy. I now I can look very intimidating, but you don’t have to be afraid of me. I can be very fun to be around with, y’know!” He smiled over the sound of the tall Spidey’s cackles.

Peter 3 couldn’t answer properly with his mad giggling and squeaking. He couldn’t believe how teasy and casual the scientist was being! Okay, maybe his other spider bros were right about one thing: maybe he didn’t have to be intimidated by Doc Ock anymore.

But still, he couldn’t shake off the feeling like he had been set up. His question was immediately answered.

“I was also told by my Peter that the best way I could warm up to you was through silly play like this,” the scientist emphasized his point by having two metal arms squeeze at the boy’s ribs. “Since you love to play round and laugh. His words, not mine.”

“WhaHAAAhat?! I-I knew you guhuhuys were uhuhup to somethiHHEEE!! Something eheeHEE—evil when you were tahahahalking!”

“Why, I did no such thing,” Otto innocently answered. “I’m simply trying to show you how friendly and warm I can be. You, on the other hand, have brought this upon yourself by lying to me!”

“WhahAHAt?! I nehehever lied!”

“Mhm, did so. You lied about being ticklish, and I will not tolerate any liars in my lab!”

“B-Buhuhut I wahahasn’t lying! I-I swear!”

“Then lift your arms up.”

“W-Whahahat?!!”

“You heard me. Lift your arms up. If you aren’t ticklish like you say, then clearly this shouldn’t affect you, right?”

“Riiiihihight?”

“Well, then go ahead.”

Being ever so stubborn, Peter shook his head and wrapped his arms even tighter around his torso. “Noho wahahay! I knhohohow what you’re gonna do!”

Otto couldn’t help but laugh at the flustered Spider-Man. “Good lord, you must be extremely ticklish to be this jumpy and giggly.”

“I-I aham nahahahat!”

“Another lie right there! That’s it, now you’re going to get it!”

The four actuators descended onto Peter 3, two grabbing his wrists, making him screech. “NAAAAHAHAHAO PLEASE!”

The scientist actually jumped back at he sudden reaction and quirked a brow. “Too much? I’m sorry, I’ll tone it down if you’re too overwhelmed by this.”

The metal tentacles pulled away like nothing had happened. Otto stole a quick glance at Peter 3, and was sure his heart was going to melt at the sudden look of shock and disappointment on his face.

Was he…pouting?

“Something on your mind?” The doctor asked with a soft grin.

“U-Uhmm….I-I hhhmmffhh…” the flustered Spider-Man averted his gaze and fumbled with his hoodie sleeves. “Y-You don’t—you didn’t have to…necessarily stop…”

“Oh? Is that my cue to keep going?” The metal tentacles were back, pinching the air above Peter 3’s sides.

“W-Whoa! Watch ihihit with those thihihings! A-And what? Keep going?” Peter’s 3’s face flushed as red as a cherry. “You couuuuld if you wanted to…” His lips suddenly curled into a cheeky smile. “But you’re wasting your time ‘cause I’m not even ticklish!” He stuck his tongue out and made a run for it as soon as the actuators descended on him again.

Otto shook his head with a smile at the Spider-Man’s cheekiness. His Peter warned him about how stubborn Peter 3 could be when admitting something like being ticklish. But he also said that was just Peter 3’s silent way of asking for more tickles or to keep going as he always provoked the other person instead of asking for it; he was just too shy to ask the dreaded question.

Otto had his metal tentacles make a grab for him again, resulting in Peter dashing for the door. He, of course, didn’t make it and was once again grabbed and pinned by the actuators. “What is with you lying to my face? You’re literally giggling and squirming already and I haven’t laid a finger on you!”

Peter 3 just shook his head, sputtering more giggles as his blush darkened and reached the tips of his ears. “I-Ihihit’s your freaheeheeheaky arms! Make them stohohop thahat!”

The older scientist was confused at first, but quickly caught on when he saw his actuators hovering over the boy’s body, the claws teasingly wiggling and slowly lowering and pulling away at the last second. “Ohhh I see. You can’t stand anticipating tickles, can you?”

Peter 3 stuck his tongue out in response.

“My goodness, you just have quite the attitude today. I’m guessing you don’t want me to go easy on you then. For that extra lie, you’re getting all four actuators!”

“W-Wait huh? What does that me—HEEEEEEheahaHAAAAAhaha!!” Peter 3 didn’t have the time to finish his sentence because all four metal tentacles attacked him at once. One was squeezing at his ribs, another shoved under his arm, another scribbled at his belly, and the last one was trying to get at his kicking feet.

Despite not being restrained at all, Peter 3 made no real attempt to get away. He just laid there on the floor, squirming like a worm on a hot sidewalk, and cackling like a hyena.

“AaaHAAAAhahaeheAAAAheeHEEEEEEHEE!! HeeheHEEEEheHAAAAhaha!!”

“Interestingly enough, you’re not making much attempt to get away. I don’t even have to hold you down with my extra arms!”

“ShsHDHSHshuhuhut uhUHUP!! AAAAAHH! Wahahahait!! NAAAAAAHAHAHAO!! EEEEEEK!!”

“Oh? Is this a bad rib of yours?”

“YEHEHEHES!!” Peter 3 shook his head madly. “T-Thahahat one’s off limits—NAAAAAAHAHAAA!! N-Not there EHEEEHEHEEE—either!!”

Octavius shook his head with a chuckle. “Is there any part of you that isn’t ticklish?”

“I-I d-HAAAAAAHAHAA don’t knoHOHOW!! *snort*”

“Dihihid you just snort?!”

“N-NOHOHO—*snort!*”

Unbeknownst to them, two figures were watching the playful spectacle from the slightly ajar door.

Peter 1 giggled behind his hand. “Peter 3 does sound like a hyena!”

Peter 2 lightly shushed him. “He sure does. I’m just glad Otto took my advice after all when we left. Well played with you too, little brother; tagging along with me to get those two alone.” He ruffled the younger spider’s hair.

Peter 1 squeaked happily at the touch. “Hey, you don’t think Peter 3 will get mad at us for doing this to him on purpose, do you?”

“Nah,” Peter 2 shook his head. “You know how much he secretly loves to be tickled. Besides, this way he won’t be afraid of Doctor Octavius anymore just like we all once were. Despite the scary metal arms, he really does have a soft playful side.”

THE END (*´꒳`*)

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Peter 1 and 3 prompt idea maybe?

Peter 3 is easily the craziest of the bunch! Always doing something crazy, having a good time, etc...

Peter 1 and 3 are usually the ones who play crazy games. They play hide and seek, tag, etc...but they decide to switch it up and play a quiet board game! Peter 3 is great at board games and Peter 1 don't like it! So he starts taking cards, moving his piece when he isn't looking, etc... Peter 3 catches him and decides there is only one way to get him back! Long story short.. tickles break out!

Ler!Peter3 Lee!Peter1

Rules of the Game

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Peter 1's pretty bad when it comes to cheating at board games 😭 He doesn't have the attention span to do it properly so he tries to cheat to give himself an advantage ❤️ Don't worry, Peter 3 teaches him veeeery quickly that cheating against your older brother is not the brightest decision :) Enjoy!)

The house was quiet. Which was unusual for a Saturday that both younger Peters had off.

Normally they would be chasing each other through the halls, climbing up the walls, or wrestling across the floor as various pieces of furniture toppled in their wake. However, this weekend was a calmer weekend for two reasons.

First, both of the younger Peters had an injury. The youngest had broken his arm in a Spiderman incident and the middle Peter had rolled his ankle from a work incident.

While they both argued they could still be active even with the injuries, Otto and Peter 2 begged to differ. And they were the second reason they were playing a board game instead.

After some bickering, the two had settled on Monopoly. They had set up the game in between them on the couch so Three could prop up his ankle on the coffee table.

Three rolled the dice and moved his piece. "One, two, three, four. Yes! Now I got the railroad I needed!"

"Oh come on! How do you keep doing that!"

Three smirked. "Cause I paid attention to Aunt May and Uncle Ben's techniques during game nights."

One pouted as he rolled his dice. He moved his piece and promptly landed on one of Three's properties.

"Oho the irohony."

"Nooo!"

"Come on Pete." Three stretched his arms above his head and arched his back to stretch it. "Don't be a sore looser."

While Three was distracted by his stretch, One slipped his twenties out of his piles and into his sling. "I don't have enough to pay you this time.

The older Peter furrowed his eyebrows. "Didn't you just get some money?"

One shook his head.

"I could have sworn . . . " Three shrugged. "Just get another loan from the bank."

Peter 1 gathered the amount he needed and paid his older brother. "Your move."

When Three's attention was diverted again, Peter 1 slipped the money out of his sling and back into place so he could buy the next property he needed.

However, Three gave him a look.

"What?"

"How do you have enough to buy the property, but you didn't have enough to pay when you landed on mine?"

One tensed. "No reason."

The older Peter pointed to the youngest's broken arm. "What's that?"

Peter 1 gestured to his arm. "A broken arm."

"Not that." The tallest Spiderman leaned forward and snagged something out of his sling.

"Hey!"

Three held up the slightly crumpled bill and his jaw dropped. "You've been hiding money in your sling!"

One's eyes widened. "How'd that get there!"

"You were the one who also moved my piece so I couldn't get Baltimore!"

The youngest started to scoot back. "N-no!"

"Oh you're going to get it now!"

A moment later, Three flew across the couch and tackled his baby brother to the floor.

"Eep! Three!"

Minding his broken arm, Three pinned the youngest to the ground. "Come here!"

One squealed as fingers wormed their way into the armpit of his good arm. "NOHO! NAT THERE!"

"Dawww, the wittwe baby's awl squirmy," Three teased.

"NAHAHA!"

"What's wrong Bug?" Peter 3 leaned forward. "Ticklish?"

"EEP! SHUSH!"

"You know, you should really learn to ask for tickles Bug. Then you wouldn't have to annoy me or Two for them."

One's cheeks got a pinkish hue to them. "IHIM NOT!"

Peter 3 wormed his hand back out. "Then why?"

"Cahause Ihi wanna wihin."

"Then why don't you just learn to play correctly so you wouldn't have to cheat?"

The youngest whined. "That's tohoo much wohork."

Three rolled his eyes. "That's how you improve at something Bug. Yohou gotta work ohon it."

One sighed. "Okahay."

"Thank you." The older Peter moved to sit up. "Now, if you ask nicely, I could teach you how to play correctly."

One smirked. "So your old man skills can actually come in handy?"

Peter 3 gave One a look. "If you make another comment about my age, you're gonna get raspberries."

The youngest squeaked.

Both sides were quiet for juat a few seconds longer.

"Suhure you'll have enohough energy Grandpa?"

A moment later, Three moved. After unleashing a handful of raspberries into One's neck, Three moved down to pepper another handful into random places on his upper torso. Once he was done there, he saved one especially big one for the bottom of Peter 1's foot that almost earned him a kick to the face.

Three then leaned over the giggly form of his baby brother. "Any more wisecracks you wanna give?"

The youngest looked like he was debating another retort.

"Ihive still got some raspberries left to give you ihif you wanna say it Bubba."

"Suhurprised yohou still have ahany breheath leheft without yohour oxygen tahAAAANK! NAAAA!"

Peter 3 repeated the same process as before. A group to the neck, a handful to his upper torso, and a few to his feet. However, instead of ending with his feet, Three saved his biggest raspberry for his baby brother's belly button.

Peter 1 collapsed into a puddle of giggles after Three was done.

"Ahare you done now? Ohor do you want to keep going?"

One gave his older brother the biggest smirk he could. "Yohour raspberrihies hahavent wohon yeEET!"

While Peter 1 went on with his rant, Three's head had dipped closer to his tummy, stopping a few inches above.

Three smirked up at the youngest. "I was trying to go easy on you Bug. But if you want more, I can give you more."

Peter 1 turtled at the threat. He hid his face behind his one good hand.

While he was hiding, two hands wrapped around his hips. "Five. . ."

"Eep! Yohou suck!"

"Four . . ."

"Don't cohount!"

A gentle squeeze. "Three. . ."

"Eep! You . . .!"

"Two . . ."

"Grumpyhy old mahan!"

There was a pause.

"One!"

One squealed and pressed a hand to his brother's head as he unleashed the worst tickle weapon he had.

Facial hair.

Three had been trying to grow out the scruff on his face into a sensible beard and it was his favorite tickle weapon to use on his younger brother.

To save his energy, Three slowly moved his face around while squeezing One's hips. This made One buck and scratch his own tummy against the facial hair rather than Three having to do it.

"NAHAHA---." The youngest Peter snorted. "OHOKAY! OKAHAHAY!"

Peter 3 lifted his head. "Okay what?"

"Ihim sorryhy."

"For?"

One bit his lip again.

Three leaned forward. "For?"

"Ahh! I'm sorry for calling you old! I'm sorryhyhy!"

"Thank you." Peter 3 sat back up.

Peter 1 took a big breath. "Woohohoo."

"You good?"

Peter 1 gave his older brother a thumbs up. "Ihim gohood. Myhy stomach juhust tinglehels."

"Awwww."

One scowled. "Nohot aww! Yohou wehere a jerk!"

"By giving you what you wanted?"

The blush on Peter 1's face crept down to his neck.

"Yeah, I'm juwst a big buwwy, awent I?"

"Shhhhh."

Three chuckled. "Now, do you want to stay there, or do you want me to show you how to play Monopoly properly?"

Peter 1 sat up. "So Ihi cahan beheat you?"

Three smirked. "You're on!"

During their struggle, the younger two Peters had tipped the board off the couch and down to the floor.

They simply restarted the game and this time, Peter 3 showed Peter 1 the proper way to smoke somebody at Monopoly.

#lee peter 1 #ler peter 3 #ticklefic

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hello this is a Spidey prompt! so the whole gang is all snuggled up and watching movies ( 3Peters, Gwen, mj, harry ) somehow they end up in a debate on who the most ticklish Peter is.. so Gwen tickles Peter3 and mj peter2, trying to get their bf to win. basically peter1 starts to feel a bit awkward and left out so maybe harry notices and is all like no my Peter is the most sensitive and harry attacks Peter1. sorry not very specific so u can do with this what you please <3

Tickle Competition

Summary: See prompt above 😁

(Aww, this is literally the cutest idea ❤️ Big brother Harry is just like "Yeah, you're my Peter now" ❤️ It's just so stinking adorable 😭 And all three Peters giggling together at once?? Cuteness overload! ❤️❤️❤️)

Peter 2 had offered up the idea of a movie night so they could all hang out. To his house, he invited Peter 3 and Gwen, his Harry, and of course Peter 1 for that Friday night. All of them were currently piled on to Two's couch with a comedy playing on the screen.

On one side of the couch, One was smushed in between Peter 2 and Harry with MJ and Gwen squished beside Peter 3. While the others were watching the movie, the two girls quietly chatted with each other but they were too far away for One to hear. Whatever it was about, both girls looked extremely animated with wide hand movements and high pitched whispering. One shifted a bit so Harry's elbow wouldn't be digging so far into his side as he tried to ignore the girls.

Suddenly, a squeal interrupted the calm of the room. Everyone turned to see Gwen digging into Peter 3's sides.

Two paused the movie. "Gwen, what are you doing?"

The young blond turned to MJ. "See? Told you he was more ticklish!"

"Oh please." MJ crossed her arms. "Two is ten times more ticklish!"

Two's eyes widened. "I'm what!"

Without responding, MJ dug into Peter 2's sides. "Look at how ticklish he is!"

"MJ!"

"As adorable as this is, what are you two up to?" Harry asked.

"We're having a whose more ticklish contest Harry," MJ replied.

"Yes." Gwen moved up to Peter 3's ribs. "And my Peter is way more ticklish."

Meanwhile, Three turned into a squealing mess as her hands massaged his ribs. "WAAIT! NOT THAT OHONE!"

"That's a cheat spot." MJ moved up to Two's ribs. "He squeals too."

As if on cue, the eldest Peter let out a loud squeal and tried to curl into a ball. "MJ!"

"Wow, both of them sound pretty loud. Don't they Pete?" Harry nudged the youngest on his last statement.

"Yeheah." One looked from Harry to the other two. "We wouldn't be ahable toho hear thehe movihie."

As the two girls continued their game of whose boy was more ticklish, One felt a little left out. He no longer had his MJ to goof off with. He missed the silly interactions with her quite a lot.

Peter 1 fiddled with his fingers and looked away from the interactions. They brought up to many memories.

"Hey." Harry nudged One's shoulder. "You good Pete?"

The youngest looked up to the older man and gave him a tense smile. "Yeah Harry, I'm good."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"

Before One could respond, an accidental kick from Peter 2 brought both of their attentions back to the situation in front of them. The youngest didn't stay mad. He knew it was an accident because the eldest was being tickled attacked. However, his demeanor still dropped as he watched.

Suddenly, the youngest was pulled into someone's lap. "Eep!"

"Both of you are wrong!" Harry exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around Peter 1. "My Peter is by far the most ticklish!"

One squealed as two hands dug into his sides. "Harryhy!"

"That's going to be hard to beat," MJ cooed before she redug into Two's sides. "You've got your work cut out for you Tiger."

"Eee!"

"I don't know." Gwen joined in by redigging into Peter 3's sides. "I think my Peter still has you both of yours beat."

"Gwehen!"

One felt Harry chuckle before he felt his hands scurry on to his tummy. And Peter 1's giggles became high pitched.

"Listen to those giggles. My Peter can't be beat."

"Don't speak to quickly Harry."

"And don't you either MJ."

The friendly banter went back and forth for quite a while until all three Peters were breathless with laughter. Toward the end of the competition, Harry scooped One up and blew a raspberry into the youngest's tummy.

Peter 1 squeed and grabbed onto Harry's hair. "HARRYYYY!"

His older friend continued the raspberries making One giggle and snort, and squirm. However, over the ticklish vibrations and his own laughter, Peter 1 heard his other brothers grow quiet until only his laughter was left bouncing around the room. "HARRYHY! YOHOU WOHON!"

The older detangled One's fingers from his hair. "We did?"

Gwen nodded. "Yohour Peter is thehe most ticklish."

"And the most adorable," Three teased.

The youngest hid his beet red face in Harry's chest. "Shuhush!"

"No can do." Harry stood with Peter 1 in his arms. "Because we won!"

One was lifted up and onto Harry's shoulders. "Ah!"

Harry gently grabbed One's hands and started dancing around the living room making the youngest giggle.

The other four laughed as Harry spun in a circle.

"Aww," Peter 2 cooed. "Thehe mohost ticklish ahand thehe most adorable fohor suhure."

The blush on One's face became even darker. If someone didn't know any better, they'd think he was sunburned.

Harry faced the group with One still on his shoulders. "Anybody wanna finish the movie?"

"Not really." Three stood. "I wanna snuggle the winner."

One's eyes widened.

Meanwhile, Harry lifted the youngest back down into his arms. "This winner right here?"

"Yes that winner!" Peter 3 made grabby hands at the older man.

Peter 1 curled in Harry's arms.

Harry wrapped One close. "Well to bad!"

The next thing One knew, Harry darted out of the living room with him still in his arms. Not far behind him came four sets of feet and four voices tripping over each other.

One giggled as he let himself get carried along in this little game with the craziest family you'd ever meet.

#lee peter 1 #ler harry osborn #lee peter 2 #ler mj #lee peter 3 #ler gwen stacey #ticklefic

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I had an idea for Harry(raimi) and Peter 3 if you like it! This came to me because i think those 2 have a special bond since Peter 3 didn't have the best relationship with his.

Peter 3 likes a challenge, so he likes to have little wrestling matches with his brothers. I think Harry is ready to knock him down a couple pegs so he's just like "ok..lets wrestle" and no doubt about it, there is one thing that will make Peter 3 crumble... tickles! And Harry is going to use them!

"Ok...lets wrestle" ler!harry(raimi) lee!peter3

Prompt idea?

Very simple...one of my favorite ideas! Tickle fight between....PETER 3 AND HARRY(RAIMI)..I think those 2 like to play fight and Peter 3 likes to provoke harry into tickle fights!

(Both of these prompts came in and I knew they had to go together ❤️ Enjoy Anons! Great minds think a like 😁)

"Ok. . . Let's wrestle."

Three's head snapped up. "What?"

"Come on, you've wanted to wrestle with everyone else. Don't you want to wrestle with me?"

The middle Peter released the youngest from his grip. "You want me to wrestle with you?"

Harry stood. "What? Worried I might beat you hot shot?"

"No way!"

"Well then, come and get me."

Peter 3 smirked. "You're on!"

After Peter 3 stood, the two immediately got ready to spar.

Harry turned to the youngest. "Uno. Will you be our ref?"

Peter 1 sat up as residual giggles poured out. "Suhure!"

Three smirked. "You're going down."

Harry smirked back. "We'll see."

"Three . . . two . . . one . . . go!"

Both figures moved.

Peter 3 believed he had quick reflexes, but he had to admit that Harry was quick as well. The two of them were evenly matched, but Harry got the upper hand.

He managed to swipe Peter 3's legs out from under him and sent his younger friend sprawling to the floor.

"Oo! That's a win for Harry," One cheered.

"What were you saying Peter? About beating me?"

Three pulled himself off the floor. "Beginner's luck."

"We'll see about that hot shot."

Both sides crouched to the floor and got ready for round number 2.

"Ready . . . set . . . go!"

A moment later, Three and Harry were locked in a battle. Harry tried to hook his leg around Three's legs again, but the tallest Spiderman dodged each swipe.

After a few more tries, Harry was taken down by Three's counter-attack.

"Ha! I win!"

Harry stood. "We're tied for now. Time for the final round."

Three smirked. "Bring it on."

While both sides got ready for the next round, a fun idea formulated in Harry's mind.

"Ready and . . . go!"

When Three rushed forward, Harry slipped past the attack. He wrapped an arm around the younger man's neck in a full nelson and tried pulling him to the floor.

Peter 3 dug his heels in and kept his balance.

"Come on hot shot, make this easier on yourself."

"No way!"

"Alright." Harry dug his free hand into his younger friend's side. "You asked for this."

"Ahh! Harryhy noho!"

"Aww, what's wrong?" Those same fingers scurried up to Three's ribs. "Ticklish?"

"EEEH! YOHOU JERK!"

The older man winked at the youngest's Peter. "Whose the one who's been picking on his baby brother? Cahause I know that wasn't me."

"Wehe wehere plahaying!"

Peter 1 giggled. "We wehere, buhut you play dihirty."

"I know." Harry dug into Three's bad rib. "Can't take whahat he dishes out huh?"

One shook his head. "Nohope!"

"IHIM SOHORRYHY!" A snort followed.

The oldest of the trio paused his attack. "Wow! That was impressive."

Meanwhile, One slipped closer and squeezed Three's hip. "It's better hehere."

"NAH!" Peter 3 collapsed to one knee.

"Oho." Harry squeezed his hip. "Is that the best spot?"

Three squealed and fully knelt to the floor.

"But he still won't yield."

Three's hand came swatting behind his back. "Meanihie!"

"I'll stop if you yield," the older man teased.

There was a brief pause, but Three refused to bend.

"Aww, he just loves it," Harry cooed.

Peter 3 whined.

Harry bent a little to peek at the tallest Peter. "You know, you do this all the time."

"W-whahat exactly?"

"Pick on someone until they tickle you silly. It's adorable."

Peter 3's hand made contact with Harry's shoulder. "Shuhush!"

Harry attacked his armpit. "Nope."

With the combined armpit tickles and teases, Peter 3 pitched forward. "AH! NAHAHA!"

"Almost there."

The final blow came when Harry dug into Three's tummy.

This caused Peter 3 to tip to the ground where he was repinned by the older man.

"And . . . you're out!" One exclaimed.

"I win."

The tallest Spiderman squirmed. "Noho fair! Let me goho!"

"If I do, I'm going to tickle your tummy.

"Okahay."

Harry grinned. "Really?"

Peter 3's eyes widened when he realized what he said.

"Aw, do you want me to tickle your tummy?"

Harry tested the waters by letting go of Three's arms. Instead of bolting, Peter 3 lifted his arms above his head.

Harry tried to bite back the grin on his face as he lightly dragged his fingers into the younger man's tummy. "Do you just love tummy tickles?"

"Eep! N-noho!"

Harry moved the tickles inward. "Can't lie to me hot shot. I see that happy grin."

Peter 3 hid his face in his hands.

"Ihi can still hear you giggling."

Three tried muffle his giggles.

"Aw, are you being stubborn now?"

The tallest Spiderman stuck his tongue out at his friend.

Suddenly, a tap on the shoulder broke Harry's concentration. The older man turned to the youngest. "Yes Pete?"

Peter 1 leaned forward to whisper in Harry's ear.

Harry grinned. "Oh? You don't say?"

Peter 3 lifted a hand.

Meanwhile, Harry began to slowly roll up Three's shirt. "This is in the way?"

The tallest Spiderman's giggles picked back up.

"And I just need to do . . . this?"

Peter 3 let out a squeal as Harry blew a raspberry into his tummy. "EHHHH!"

Another snort escaped as Three shoved on Harry's head.

Harry lifted his head and chuckled. "Yohou were right. That gohot him going."

"Sh-sh-shhh--!"

"Wohow. He's vehery fluhustered."

Peter 3 playfully growled and pushed away from Harry.

"You gohood?"

"Yeheah. Just gihive mehe a minute."

One scooted closer to Harry. "I tohold you ihit wohorked."

Three growled. "You tohold hihim about the raspbeherries!"

"They wohork fohor Two!"

The tallest Peter hid behind his hands.

"But yohou were rihight. Hehe really really loves tummy ticklehels," One teased.

Harry perked up. "Really!"

"Shuhush!"

"That's so cute!"

"Isn't it?"

Three peeked out. He was blushing, but his smile showed through.

"I'm going to tickle your tummy to bits."

After a squeak, Peter 3 wrapped his arms around that spot.

"Nehext time, next time." Harry leaned closer. "But seriously though, if you want me to do it, I will. Just ahask your brother."

The grin on Three's face got bigger as he hid back behind his hands. "N-next tihime?"

"Of course!" The oldest of the trio ruffled Peter 3's hair. "I love giving you guys tickles. Your all too cute nohot too."

Peter 3 gave the biggest grin yet. He looked so happy.

But that smile faltered a little too long."

Harry squeezed his arm. "One day."

After a pause, Three squeezed Harry's hand back. "One day, but not yet."

When Harry turned to look for Peter 1, he found the youngest had slipped out of the room to give them a bit of privacy.

Another squeeze to his hand pulled his attention back to the tallest Peter. "What's up Pete?"

"Could---C-could it be . . . n-next time?"

The older man raised an eyebrow as he smirked. "Are you ready for more tickles?"

Three nodded as his nervous giggles began to grow.

"Aww." Harry sat on his younger friend's waist. "I'm gonna tickle your tummy to bits immediately. "

"W-whyhy?"

Harry shrugged. "Cause I love making you happy. And I get to hear you laugh while you grin like a goof."

"Hehey!"

"Your tummy's already shaking from excitement and I haven't even started yet."

"I---I---"

"Come on, you can do ihit."

"He knohows what yohou're gohoing t-to doho."

"Ihi told your tummy hot shot. I'm gonna tickle him, and I'm gonna do it scritch by scratch by scribble."

Peter 3's eyes widened, but he made no move to get away.

"Buckle up buttercup." The older man uncrossed Three's arms and laid them by his sides. "Let's get to tickling!"

#lee peter 3 #ler harry osborn #sam raimi #ticklefic