Hehehe Whats It Like Being The Short Spooders? XD

Hehehe what’s it like being the short spooders? XD

Happy Birthday Peter 3 (Andrew Garfield)!!!

Y’all go send your fluffy prompts!! They know how to WRITE✨✨ ϵ( * 'Θ' *)϶

Hey! This may be out of the blue but I’ve decided to open my tickle drabble prompts again!! I wanna try to get some spiderverse stuff out so that’s what I’ll be focusing on! If you have any ideas or things you wanna throw my way, go for it!

I may not do every prompt because I am a busy person or I may not be interested! This is nothing personal! It should be obvious that I don’t do NSFW but I’m saying it anyways. I also won’t do any “x reader” stuff since I’m not very good at those!

AWWWWWW Snuffleeeees!! ✨🥹

Commission for @feathergil !! Thank you so much for commissioning me!!! I friggin love your bear man 😔💕💕💕

Want somethin like this? Feel free to message me and look at my commission info HERE!!

Looking Good

Summary: Peter 1 hates himself and MJ reminds him just how amazing he is ❤️

(First fic with Michelle Jones! ❤️ Zendaya characters still terrify me to write because I don't think I can do her characters the justice they deserve, but it doesn't hurt to try ❤️ This is for the one Anon who asked about Peter 1's MJ :) Also, I had to play on the fact Zendaya is 5'10 while Tom is only 5'7 😁 Enjoy!)

Peter studied himself in the mirror. He had always been grateful for the spider bite muscles and worked hard to maintain them, but he still felt self conscious about his looks. He was skinny but didn't have the height to pull it off. He had the muscle build but the wrong facial structure to go with it.

He was just forever a skinny, awkward teenager.

As he continued to study his body, another figure stepped into the doorway of his bedroom. "Peter?"

The young teen whirled around. "MJ!"

The taller teen smiled at her boyfriend before her eyes trailed down to his bare upper half.

Peter blushed as he wrapped the shirt in his hands around his body like a towel. "Hey! Hey. W-what's up?"

MJ furrowed her eyebrows as she studied her boyfriend's face. "Peter, everything okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?"

"Because that's not how you wear a shirt."

"What do you mean?"

MJ raised one eyebrow.

Peter cleared his throat as he turned away. "Yeah I-I guess you're right."

While he moved to pull the shirt on over his head, MJ stepped further into the room. "Sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?"

One whirled back around to his girlfriend. "No way! You could never make me feel uncomfortable."

"Are you sure? You seem really tense."

"It has nothing to do with you MJ. I promise."

The taller female wasn't ready to let the subject go just yet. "Did something happen?"

Peter scoffed. "Absolutely nothing."

"Peter."

One looked up at his girlfriend with no vocal response.

"Peter, please?"

After a moment of silence, Peter finally responded. "I don't know. I just wish . . . I was better looking."

"What are you going on about?" MJ wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's shoulders.

"I wish I was taller."

MJ smiled. "No you don't. You'd have a higher chance of hitting your face more than you already do."

This managed to pull a smile out of the teen. "I wish my face looked better."

"What?" The taller teen couldn't resist smushing her boyfriend's face with one hand. "This adorable little face right here?"

Peter playfully pulled away. "Ihim serious."

"Pete, listen to me." MJ pressed her forehead against his. "I don't care if there were a million different versions of Peter out there. You will always be my favorite. Looks have nothing to do with it by the way. Those are just an added bonus."

Although MJ wanted to boost her boyfriend's self-esteem, he still seemed unsure of her compliments. The taller of the two wracked her brain for a cheerup when a wonderful idea suddenly made her grin. She knew something that was sure to put a smile on her boyfriend's face.

MJ led Peter over to his bed and sat down. "If you won't believe my words then I'll just have to show you how amazing you are."

"What are you up to?" Peter asked suspiciously.

"You'll see." MJ pulled her boyfriend toward her. "Come here."

Although he was still suspicious, Peter let his girlfriend pull him between her legs and rest his back against her chest. "If you wanted to cuddle you could have just asked."

"Where's the fun in that?" The taller teen wrapped Peter in a hug. "Plus I didn't think you'd willingly be the little spoon."

Peter's blush reappeared. "I like being the little spoon."

"I'll remember that." MJ snuggled closer to her boyfriend. "But now you need to listen to me compliment you on how amazing you are."

The smaller teen groaned. "I could get free."

"But you won't. I know you won't."

"You're such a jerk Michelle Jones."

While Peter was distracted, MJ slipped a hand under his shirt. "No. I just know how to put a smile on your face."

The smaller male's eyes widened. "What are you---?"

MJ started spidering her hand across One's tummy. "Nothing."

Peter squeaked before dissolving into giggles. "Ehem Jahay."

"What was this negative talk you were saying about yourself? About your looks?" The taller teen let her finger lazily trace her boyfriend's abs. "Because I could trace these abs all day."

"Nohoho! Dohont yohou dahare!"

"Just think, if you were any taller, you wouldn't fit so perfectly in my lap."

Peter didn't respond. He was too busy giggling from the finger gliding around and around his hyper ticklish stomach. However, he had yet to move her hand or squim away from her either.

MJ lifted her other hand to scratch under his chin. "And if your face was any different, your smile wouldn't look right."

Peter's giggles became higher pitched from the affection.

Now the taller teen's finger circled her boyfriend's belly button. "You know, you and your belly button have a lot in common."

"Nohoho!"

"Yeeees," MJ teased as she ran her nail around the rim of his belly button. "You're both tiny and cute, you went through a lot to get here, and you're both so very important."

"Whahat?"

"Well, your belly button gave you a lot of nutrients in the womb. Now your torso looks incomplete without it." MJ finally paused her tracing. "And now my life would look incomplete without my tiny and cute little boyfriend."

Peter collapsed into a puddle of giggles, but the grin never left his face.

"Yeah, my life wouldn't be the same without you Peter Benjamin Parker."

With two of her fingers, MJ gently lifted her boyfriend's chin so she could give him a kiss on the lips. Both of them stayed quiet as the kiss lingered on, MJ's hand laying still on Peter's tummy.

Once the two pulled away, the taller of the two brought her hand up to run her fingers through her boyfriend's hair. "Feeling better about yourself?"

"Aha littlehel." The blush on Peter's cheeks darkened. "Think Ihi mihight neheed some extraha persuahasihion?"

"Oh absolutely." MJ immediately started dragging her nails across Peter's tummy with the lightest touch ever just to drive him up in pitch. "You're too stubborn to give up right away."

And for several minutes, MJ 'persuaded' her boyfriend to see just how amazing he really was.

Miguel’s claws make Grayson very giggly hehehehe

You know what? Im sick of this shit.

Tickling is NOT a kink/fetish for everyone. Stop saying it is.

Here, for everyone who really needs proof.

Reblog if tickling is NOT a kink for you.