500 Follower Boop Booth: Day 10

500 Follower Boop Booth: Day 10

Poor Grayson…

Happy Birthday Grace!

I wanted to make you a late Christmas gift and birthday gift for @parker-fluff! Ruthie got Grayson some gifts and tickles. Happy birthday and congrats on gaining another year! 🎉🥳🎈

Grayson belongs to @parker-fluff

and Ruthie belongs to me

OH MY—

DHDKAHDJFHHHHHHHAAAAAA!!!

500 Follower Boop Booth: Day 9

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A Very Spidey Christmas

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: Yippeeeee it’s done!! I was hoping to finish this before Christmas Eve buttttt oh well 😭 Also this isn’t as good as I thought it was gonna turn out to be buttt I hope you guys enjoy anyway! Merry Christmas to those who celebrate, and Happy Holidays to you all! ❤️ (I also just took incredibly bad guesses at what I thought their fav Christmas songs would be so plz just ignore that 😭)

🎶Rockin’ around the Christmas Tree🎶

🎵Have a happy holiday🎵

🎶Everyone dancing merrily🎶

🎵In the new old-fashioned way…🎵

The ‘Top Christmas Hits’ TV channel played softly in the background while our three favourite heroes sat on the couch of Peter2’s apartment, each of them with a hot chocolate in their hands while they chatted away.

“So, what’s your guys’s favourite Christmas song?” Peter1 asked, taking another sip of his warm drink.

“Oh, definitely Last Christmas, it’s a classic.” Peter2 answered with a definite nod.

“No way! It is pretty good, but to me Micheal Bublé’s songs just can’t be beat.” One argued with a smile.

“Uh, hello? Mariah Carey, the Queen of Christmas??” The middle Spider-Man protested as if it was the only possible answer. “Who is this Micheal guy anyway?”

“You don’t have Micheal Bublé in your universe??” The youngest’s jaw dropped slightly.

“Don’t think so, but I’m pretty sure I’ve heard of him when going to your dimension. Doesn’t he just do covers of Christmas songs that already exist?” Three smirked, cocking his head to the side.

“That is beside the point! He’s got a good voice, and I’m pretty sure if you listened to him, you’d like it!”

“Guys, come on. No arguing during Christmas.” The oldest scolded playfully. The two heroes chuckled in response.

‘We interrupt your regular commercial break with a breaking report on the weather.’

The three brothers brought their attention to the TV to check what was happening.

‘Due to recent reports of heavy snowfall, it is advised that people stay out of the cold and in home, keeping warm and to avoid danger driving on slippery roads.’

“Geez! What’s it like out there?” Two asked before One hopped up from the couch. He pulled the curtains open for the three heroes to be greeted with a literal Winter Wonderland.

Almost no inch of ground was left uncovered with white snow besides the icy roads that had been ploughed through, and it looked pretty beautiful. All the colourful lights and decorations just seemed to be the cherry on top to the sight.

“Woah!” Two exclaimed. The three brother’s eyes were sparkling with amazement. Three span on his heels, instantly heading to his things.

“I’ve gotta swing around out there, I don’t even care.”

“Count us in!” The two boys announced in excitement, also rushing to grab their suits.

“You guys got any jackets or scarves or anything? I know how sneeze-prone you get when not warmed up properly in the cold, Three.” The oldest stated, wanting to make sure everyone stayed warm outside.

“Uhh, yeah. I’ve got a jacket and a scarf. How about you, One?”

“I’m covered, brought them just in case we did end up going outside.” The youngest replied with a smile.

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A few minutes later, all three Spider-Men were suited up, wearing their own jackets and scarves. One was a bit skeptical about wearing scarves while swinging around in case it came off, but the older two shrugged it off.

“Alright, you guys ready?” Two grinned, putting on his mask.

The two brothers nodded, also pulling their masks on over their faces. The oldest then pushed open a window to outside the apartment, each of them crawling out and resting on the side of the building.

Once Peter Two had stuck to the side of the building and shut the window, he gave the two a nod.

The younger brothers lit up before launching themselves off the side of the building, Two following behind with a chuckle as they both let out a series of joyful whoops.

And just like that the three were off, swinging past the many buildings in Queens, doing all sorts of flips and tricks.

They also passed a few snow plough drivers who watched them in astonishment. The three called out a few wished as they waved and swung past at speed.

“Happy Holidays, gents!”

“Merry Christmas!”

“And a Happy New Year!”

Peter One laughed happily at the exhilaration of swinging added by the excitement of the snow and decorations.

He was surprised how much warmer he felt with the coat and scarf. Though he did miss his suit warmer. The one that… Mr. Stark added to his old suit.

The youngest let out a small but mournful sigh, before he was snapped out by his train of thought. A clump of snow had hit him in the side.

He looked up, noticing Peter Three letting out a mischievous giggle as he swung ahead of him. One’s frown had instantly turned upwards.

“Oh, it’s on!”

He thwipped out a long web, using it to swing while lowering himself. He barely grazed the pavement as he scooped up a pile of snow from the ground, using both his hands to shape it into a ball when he briefly let go of his web.

He then shot another web out, using it to catch up to his older brother. Once he was close enough, he threw it, getting a perfect hit on the side of Three’s head.

“Haha! Gotcha!”

If One could see behind Three’s mask, he would’ve seen a face of shock, and a jaw dropped incredibly low.

“Oh, now you’ve done it!”

The youngest yelped as he shot a web in the other direction, heading back towards the oldest.

“Two! Help, he’s after me!” One giggled, swinging aside his brother. Two shook his head followed by an amused chuckle, also shooting a web the other way to stay beside him.

“Already?”

One shrugged, giggling again while the two swung round a corner and down another icy road closed in either side by buildings. Two then smirked behind his mask, holding up a snowball, fairly bigger than the two the younger heroes had made.

“Don’t worry, I came prepared.”

Three was catching up to the other two, laughing like an evil villain.

“Don’t think you can swing away that easy, One!”

However, his eyes widened when he saw Peter Two’s ‘weapon’.

“Oh, come on! That’s not fair!” He whined, yet still trying to catch up to his brothers.

“Yes it is! Throw a snowball at One and you’re getting snowballed right back!” Two declared playfully!

“Yeah, what he said!” One replied with another giggle.

However, the middle Spider-Man cocked his head to the side. One didn’t even need to see the cheeky smile behind his mask to know he was in trouble.

“Fine, but I guess that means I can do this!”

Three then swiftly swung ahead of the two, resting on the side of a building before diving for One as they swung past. Obviously, this all happened so fast One barely had enough time to go swing the other way, so Peter Three had caught him before he knew it.

“GAH-! No no no Three lemme go!!” One protested, unable to get out of the one arm wrapped tightly around his midsection.

“Nope! You’re comin’ with me!” Three announced, shooting a web upwards. He then yanked on the web, sending him and One flying upwards before landing on top of one of the buildings. The roof was covered in snow, so they had a soft landing.

The two ended up bursting into uncontrollable giggling over how they landed, but it wasn’t long until One’s giggles turned nervous as his waist was straddled by his older brother. Peter One yelped nervously as his sense went off at the sight of two hands hovering above his torso.

“Threhehee, come on! You started the snowball throwing!” The youngest’s whining may have been considered truly annoyed if he hadn’t had giggles interrupting it.

Eventually, Two also made his way up there, landing beside the two.

“Two, hehelp me!” One giggled, squirming underneath his older brother.

“Hmmm, I dunno, One. No one ever said tickles weren’t in the snowball fighting rulebook.” Two replied, wearing a shit-eating grin behind his mask as he dropped his snowball.

“What?? That’s not fahAIR-!” One was cut off by two claws sneaking under his jacket and squeezing at his sides.

“You heard the man, Petey! Tickles it is!~” Three sang, scribbling at his brother’s torso.

“Threhehee!! Quit ihit!” One swatted at his brother’s hands that were shoved under his jacket, but it did nothing to deter him. The youngest then let out a small shriek as his ribs were attacked.

“THREE-!”

“Haha! Gitchy goo, lil bro!~” The middle hero sang, gently scratching at the lower area of One’s ribs.

“TWOHoho, sahAHAHAVE ME-!” One squealed, covering his already masked face with his hands.

The oldest chuckled, shaking his head again as he walked behind the two, wrapping his arms around Peter Three’s midsection before lifting him off the youngest.

“Fiiiine, but you owe me a hot chocolate when we get back!” Two stated, pointing at his younger brother, who was currently recovering from the attack.

“Two, come on!! This is so not fair!” Three complained, squirming in his older brother’s arms.

“Alright, fine…” One huffed, catching his breath as he sat up. Three let out a fake offended gasp as his protests fell on deaf ears.

“You’ve just got him wrapped around your finger, don’t you??” Three claimed, now it being his turn to point. One giggled, cocking his head to the side.

“Yeah.~”

“I mean, how couldn’t he? Adorable as he looked, he’s my baby bro and I gotta help him.~” Two teased, sitting down while holding a squirmy Peter Three in his lap.

One’s face flushed behind his mask as he crossed his arms, glad he could smile behind his mask.

“Whatever…”

“Two, come on!! If you let me go, I’ll let you choose the Christmas movie tonight.” Three bargained, tilting his head down slightly as if giving puppy eyes.

“Hmm, tempting… But sorry, bro. Gonna have to turn it down.” Two dismissed, gifting Three a small poke to the belly, in which he earned a yelp.

“Also, why isn’t your jacket zipped up?? I told you, you’re gonna get cold!~” The oldest scolded playfully, starting to spider his fingers over Three’s stomach. Sure, he had his suit on, but it did little to nothing to protect him.

If anything, it made it tickle more (for some reason).

“Twoho, noooo! Nohot the belly!”

“Yeees, the belly! Ah tkltkltkl!~” Peter Two goaded as he sped up his tickles, Three squealing in response.

“EEHEHE DONT DOHO THAHAHAT!!”

“Don’t what? You don’t want me to… tkltkltkltkl ya?~” The oldest slowed down his tickles before speeding them right back up again.

“EEE-! QUIHIT IT!” Three laughed, but didn’t even try pushing his brother’s hands away.

“Come on, Three! It’s not that bad! If you weren’t wearing your suit, you may have been getting raspberried to deheath by now!” One mentioned, watching his older brothers with sparkling eyes as he giggled.

“Huh, I better remember that for when we get home.~ In the meantime, I can still do this…” Two then began nuzzling his masked face into his brother’s tummy, One giggling again as the middle hero shrieked.

“NAHAHA YOU GUYS ARE SAHAHO MEANNN!” Three let out a whining squeal as he to cackle uncontrollably.

Peter Two couldn’t hold in his laughter himself as he stopped his tickles, getting up from the snowy ground.

“Maybe, but you love us, really.~” Two stated, holding out a hand for the middle brother. Three playfully glared at his older brother and let out a small but joking groan, taking his brother’s hand and pulling himself up.

“I guess I can’t deny that…” Three sighed, grinning behind his mask with his hands on his hips as he slightly caught his breath.

“Now, time for some more swinging.” One announced, flipping off the building.

“Wait for us!” The two called, whooping and laughing as they too leaped off the building.

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The three heroes ended up swinging around for quite a while, before taking to sliding across the icy roads as if they were ice skating. It was so much fun, and they did all sorts of tricks.

Eventually, Three attempted to do a spin which resulted in him slipping and landing on his back, thankfully unharmed, and the three laughed their butts off.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before the temperature started to drop pretty low outside, so they all reluctantly began swinging back to Two’s apartment.

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“Ahh, so nice to be back inside and dressed up all warm.” Three sighed contentedly as he flopped down onto the couch.

“Sure is.” Two replied with a smile, sitting down next to his brother.

“Now lets get this movie started!” One declared happily, strolling into the living room with a cosy sweater on.

“Ah ah Ah! Don’t think I forgot about that promise, little buddy!”

“Ugh, okayyyy.” One groaned dramatically, rolling his eyes. “You want a hot chocolate too, Three?”

“If you don’t mind, bro.” Three smiled sweetly at his brother. One sighed with a smile as he went to the kitchen.

“Oh, and Three?” Two asked.

“Hm?” Three responded, turning his head to face him.

“Don’t think I forgot about those raspberries either.~”

…

Ah shit.

In Need of Stimulation

Summary: Peter 3 needs stimulation and chooses to bug Peter 1.

(Felt good to write a tickle fic again! ❤️ :) This has been one of the busiest seasons I've had in a while and I missed having the time and headspace to write what I love ❤️ Hope you guys enjoy and have a Happy Monday ❤️ :))

Peter 1 jumped when a hand tazered his side. "EEP!"

"Hiya Bug!"

Peter 1 rolled his eyes, but a smile pulled up the corners of his mouth. He couldn't be mad at Three. He knew the older Peter was just looking for stimulation and knew he could get it from his brothers' attention.

However, it was fun not to give in straight away. So One purposefully turned back to his Science homework.

A whine escaped the older Peter. "Come on Peeeeete."

One turned the page of his Science book.

"Uno!"

The youngest bit back a smile.

"Peteeee!" Thee poked his side. "Don't ignore meeee!"

One moved to the side but still kept his eyes on his page.

"Hey!"

"Ack!"

One's Science work clattered to the floor as he was pulled into Three's arm.

"H-hey!"

Three swung his brother back and forth. "Unoooo!"

One sighed. "Yehes?"

The older Peter grinned. "Hi."

"Can I go back to my work now?"

"No way!"

"Dude--."

Three angled One upside down so his lower back was on the back of the couch and his neck and head were resting on the seat of the couch. "You need a break!"

"What?"

Any further protests were cut off by a bout of laughter as Three attacked the youngest's tummy with tickles. One arm stayed securely around One's back to keep him from squirming away, but that did not dissuade him from trying his very best. His legs kicked as he squirmed around in Three's hold.

"Gootchie gootchie goo baby brother!"

"Noho! Threhee!"

"I got your tummy! I got your tummy!"

"Naaa! Leheave myhy tummyhy alohone!"

"But he's so lonelyyy!" Three scribbled around. "My fingers are keeping him company."

"Noho!" One snorted. "Thehey're bahad ihinfluehences!"

"They're the best of influences!"

"Theheyre horrihiblehel!"

"You dare insult my finger friends!"

One nodded as a snort slipped out.

"Just for that!"

Before One could ask, Three unleashed a round of raspberries into the youngest's tummy.

One squealed! His older brother just had to play dirty and break out the raspberries. They were a terrible weapon. Especially with the facial hair Three did have on his face!

After a few more raspberries, One tugged on Three's hair.

The older Peter chuckled as he lifted his head. "Ahall tickled ohout?"

One shook his head. "J-uhust beherried ohout."

"Is that so?"

A blush spread across One's face as Three smirked. "Shut uhup!"

With an ever growing grin, Three lifted One's legs and rolled him onto the seat of the couch.

The youngest bounced. "Oof!"

Before he could get up, Three jumped over the back of the couch and onto the youngest. He sat on One's lower back. "Round two?"

"Shuhut up!"

"Nah." Three skittered across One's shoulder blades. "I think I'll tease you instead."

The youngest dissolved into squealish laughter.