#ticklefic

Posted this at the beginning of the year on my DA account. Thought I’d throw it up on here. This was my first Wolverine tickle pic in 4 years! O_O

https://www.deviantart.com/lovemybluebully/art/Danger-Room-Level-1-865337680

Wrote a little story to go along with it.

Story is below the ‘Keep Reading’ line.

*/M Tickle Fic (Obviously lol)

“Any other surprise challenges for me today, bub? Or is that all ya got?” Wolverine smirked confidently up at the team leader of the X-men, glancing over his shoulder at the pile of rubble consisting of destroyed weaponry and dismembered sentinels and robots of all sizes.

Cyclops only sighed as he shook his head and looked down at the Canadian brawler from the control room of their training facility, having exhausted almost every combination of attacks that he could think to throw at him.

These scenarios of Wolverine slicing and dicing up every obstacle and foe were quite predictable and honestly getting a tad boring to watch over and over. Scott decided it was time to try something a little different.

“No, this just isn’t working. These upper level programs are just all foreseeable for you. Lets try something new. I say we scrap everything and start over from scratch. How about we start you at level 1?”

Logan’s smirk disappeared as he frowned up at the other man.

“Level 1? Yer kiddin’ me, right? That’s the program the Professor uses to train the kiddies.”

“Trust me Logan it’ll be perfect for you. Since you’ve always skipped over the bottom levels you’ll have no idea what they contain so you won’t be able to predict them so easily. Hell I don’t even know myself exactly what is on each level, but lets give it a shot! Maybe we’ll both learn something.”

Scott actually wasn’t lying since he himself had been too competent for those beginner programs when he had joined the X-men. It was likely that Logan would just blow right through them, but he was curious and quite frankly desperate for a change of pace.

“Fine. But this is gonna be just a waste o’ time,” Logan grumbled as he lazily stretched out his arms and cracked his neck.

“Don’t underestimate the Danger Room and dismiss this program so easily. It may be aimed towards the less experienced, but should still provide its own formidable experience. Remember to stay alert and don’t let your guard down.”
Wolverine just scoffed and blew off his advice like he normally did.

“Yeah whatever Slim. Lets get on with it.”

“Ok great. Now just a moment here. I’m initiating level 1….,” Scott uttered with some fast typing on the control board before pressing one final button, “Now.”

They waited for a few quiet moments, but nothing happened. Logan was about to quip some sarcastic remark when finally the Danger Room began to show some activity.

A compartment on the wall opened and two gloved robotic hands being controlled by metal tentacles began to slowly make their way over to him. Logan snorted in disbelief and shook his head as he looked over the two appendages and noted that they were not holding any kinds of weapons; basically looking completely harmless.

“That’s it? This is ridiculous. What’s next, a pillow fight? Not that I expected this crap to be any kinda challenge whatsoever,” Logan rolled his eyes as he raised his hands into the air and released his deadly claws; ready to dispatch the advancing robot hands with a quick swipe once they closed in.

Not even a second later he quickly found his arms ensnared as two metal tentacles had crept in from behind to successfully restrain him much to Logan’s shock. He growled as he tried to slice at the tentacles with his sharp claws, but they firmly held his arms away from each other just above his head.

The distraction had been just enough that he barely had time to notice that the gloved hands had now reached him as one of them wasted not a moment to grab hold of the hem of his uniform’s shirt and roughly jerk it upwards, exposing his bare stomach.

“Hey! What is…?!” He shouted in confusion; his words cut off as the other hand immediately shot forward and buried it’s furiously wriggling digits right into his muscular belly.

Logan hadn’t listened to Scott. He had let his guard down completely when he had seen this “threat” first enter the room. His overconfidence was now going to be his downfall for mocking the capabilities of the robot hand; the hand that was now ruthlessly tickling him.

This tactic was a complete shock to him, and having not put up any of his mental defenses in preparation the laughter exploded out of him as soon as contact was made.

“Ahahahaahaa! Wha-Whahahat’s goin’ ohohohon?! Stahahap thaaat!” He howled out at the mindless hand that relentlessly continued tickling all over his sensitive abdomen; the other hand holding his shirt securely out of the way.

Scott too was in complete awe by just what method the program had decided to use, though he couldn’t help but grin as he saw the situation that his normally cantankerous teammate was now in.

It was already a known fact by the mansion’s inhabitants that Logan was surprisingly ticklish as his female team members found it quite endearing and took great delight in ganging up on the burly mutant at times. Heightened senses did have their drawbacks.

Still nothing that Scott himself would partake in, knowing that while Logan might put up with it from the ladies he was pretty sure he’d be skewered on the spot if he even made a hint at attempting such a thing.

In a way he now felt that he had a sense of power in having Logan in this position.

“See? That’s what happens when you underestimate the situation, now get to work Logan. Tickling probably isn’t a real world offensive that you’re going to run into, but no harm in being extra prepared.”

Wolverine’s claws remained out, but he couldn’t move his arms enough to free himself. Unable to think straight he continued to fail in his efforts to come up with a strategy to get out of this aside from yelling up at the amused operator in the control room.

“Cyyyykehehehee! Tuhuhurn thihis shihihihiiit ohahahahoff!!”

Arms bulging he thrashed uselessly in the grip of the tentacles, trying to block the torturous hand from his body by lifting his knee to no avail. He’d been tickled worse than this before, but never had he been this helpless to defend himself.

Meanwhile Scott mused over the scene before him. It in fact was a little stupid to be messing with one of the world’s deadliest mutant’s like this, and he was pretty sure there would be Hell to pay later.

His hand hovered momentarily over the button to shut down the Danger Room, but then he pulled back.

“No, I think you just need a little more time to figure this out. I have faith in you. I mean, this program is only used to train the ‘kiddies’, right?”

Yup. He was pretty sure Logan was going to kill him after this.

“Fuhuhuhuck yooooouuuu!!” Logan cackled as he desperately tried to regain some kind of focus though was only barely able to retract his claws back into his hands, knowing that they were of no use.

“Aw c'mon Logan. You’re not that ticklish, are you? Can’t resist just one little hand tickling you?” Scott couldn’t help but tease a bit, having on more than one occasion seen Logan nearly lose his mind from just having his stomach tickled by his teenage sidekick, Jubilee.

No sooner had he said that when a third hand began to move in from out of Logan’s sight before grabbing the squirming mutant right below his ribs as the fingers playfully dug in over and over again.

“Bwahahahahahahahahaa!! Noooo!! Gehehet 'em offa meeheeheehee!!”

Roaring with laughter from the added torture Logan was regretting not taking the lowest level of the Danger Room more seriously.

With his arms being held out of the way he couldn’t even use them to help guard his body no matter how hard he pulled to free them. It wasn’t much longer before his legs began to weaken as he attempted to sink to the floor to hopefully get him a split second of reprieve.

He was allowed to move to the ground, but the hands were unrelenting. With a firm tug the restraining tentacles around his forearms pulled him down onto his back as a few more hands now appeared seemingly out of nowhere to join in tickling under his arms and the other side of his ribcage.

“No!! No!! Stahahahap ihihihihit!! Lemme outtahahaha heeheeheeeere!!” The Wolverine howled as he kicked and squirmed like crazy; his armpits being one of his worst spots.

Two other metal tentacles quickly slithered over and grabbed onto each leg to stretch him out and prevent him from curling up in defense. Tears crept out of the corners of his eyes from laughing so hard as so far he had made no progress in getting loose.

“Very disappointing Logan. I thought for sure you’d have passed all these lower levels with ease. Well it seems we’ve uncovered your true weakness. Something that your healing factor won’t protect you from. We’ll probably have to repeat this level over and over until you get it right,” Scott grinned wider, only half serious as he liked to push Logan’s buttons at any given opportunity.

He was hardly listening though; too focused on the incessant tickle torture. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse two additional hands made their way over and quickly tugged off his boots, revealing his twitching bare feet as Logan’s eyes bulged in panic.

“HEY!! Hey hey waahaahaait a m…minute!! No don’t!! Not the-AAAHAHAHHAHAHA!!”

Fingers wildly scratched at his tender soles, tickling from his wide heels to up under his curled up toes with not a thing he could do to stop them. He was laughing harder than he’d ever had as the tears began to roll down his cheeks.

He absolutely could not handle having his feet tickled and once had accidentally kicked Rogue for trying. Luckily she is a tough woman though she used it as an excuse to really punish him with his ankles trapped in the crook of her super strong arm while Logan hysterically cried 'Uncle’.

This was more than he could stand. Being spread out and tickled in all his most sensitive spots at once with no way to guard himself was where he drew the line. He loathed the thought of what he was about to do, but he couldn’t hold back the frantic pleas that came pouring out.

“NAAAHAHAHAHAHOOOO!! N-NO MORE!! STOPSTOP!! PLEEHEEHEEEEASE!! I CAN’T..HAHAHAHAHAA..CAAHAAHAAN’T T-TAKE THIHIHIIS SHIIIIIT!!”

Scott was just enjoying the show as he chuckled and shook his head in disbelief.

“Wow. Who knew? All one has to do to defeat Wolverine is to tickle him and he’ll be begging for mercy. Better hope none of your enemies ever find out about this one.”

And with that he finally pushed the button to shut down the currently running program in the Danger Room. He’d have been more than happy to let it keep going, but even he could feel some sympathy for his frenemy and knew once he started begging that he had had enough.

Logan instantly panted in relief as the hands all stopped tickling him while he was gently released from the restraints, everything then retracting back into the chambers that they had emerged from. A giggle escaped him here and there as he still had a phantom feeling of the fingers all over on his body.

Scott slowly clapped his hands in jest from the control room as he grinned down at the seemingly lifeless body.

“Not bad, Logan! I think you almost had it there, but I’m sure you’ll do better next time! So what do you think? Ready for level 2?”

The middle claw that immediately popped out of Logan’s fist crudely gave him his answer.

I recently just started drawing and writing again after a long hiatus so nice to be posting again! Hope to hear from some of you guys! :)

X-men Evolution-verse

*/M, F/M, Very slight M/F Tickling

Pure family bonding FLUFF!!


Summary: Logan is dragged to the beach and Kitty convinces him to allow her to bury him in the sand. Some cute fatherly Logan bonding with his girls. ^_^

Word Count: 5,035(Way longer than I planned! lol)

Based on this picture I drew on my DeviantArt. ( https://www.deviantart.com/lovemybluebully/art/Relaxation-Interrupted-876785777)

“Please?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Pleeeeeeeaaaaasse?”

“Still no.”

“C'mon Mr. Logan! It’ll be fun!”

“Ya may be surprised to hear that I have a lot o’ doubts about that.”

Wolverine was sitting on a towel on the sand of the local beach and was currently being pestered by his reason for being there in the first place; Kitty Pryde.

Professor Xavier thought it would be beneficial for Logan to start accompanying the students on a one-on-one basis for some bonding activities to improve student and teacher relations. Kitty had chosen the beach as their destination despite Logan’s minor detest for sand, but he agreed with her promising just how relaxing it would be for him.

He really could stand some relaxation. Especially after his day with Ororo’s nephew Evan, who had naturally picked the skate park for them to go to. Not even Logan’s natural reflexes and balance could keep him from ending up on his ass several times that day. He had to hold himself back from smashing every skateboard there to pieces.

At least there was really nothing he could think of that might go wrong at the beach. The worst for most people was getting a sunburn, but he had no reason to worry about that with his healing factor.

Kitty had brought along her young pit bull puppy that Logan had thoughtfully renamed to Runt, and after hiking the trail down the cliff-side they got settled in. The beach she had chosen was more secluded than the other tourist beaches in the area and currently there was no one around them for half a mile.

Their time there wasn’t bad so far. The weather was in their favor and the sun was out, keeping the air at a comfortable 70F degrees. All Logan had been doing was just sitting there throwing a small piece of driftwood for the puppy to fetch as he kept a watchful eye on Kitty splashing around in the ocean water.

Eventually though she had emerged, and after drying off with a towel her next big idea was for him to let her bury him in the sand. Of course Logan was quick to reject the idea.

“But, like, you don’t even have to do anything! You can just sit there and-!”

“Fer the last time Half-pint, ya ain’t coverin’ me with a buncha sand!” He growled with slight annoyance at her persistence as Runt came running back to deposit the retrieved stick in his hand.

Kitty frowned with a pout of her lips as she turned and hugged her knees to her chest, looking genuinely disappointed.

Logan instantly felt regret. He cursed his inability to resist feeling bad for the teenage girl, not wanting her to be unhappy because of him. Being one of the younger students at the school inherently made him more protective of her; not to mention how she had helped him come to his senses back when he had that mind-control chip that was implanted in his head.

He supposed he could humor her for just a little while. What’s the worst that could happen?

With a loud sigh he softened his voice before throwing the stick for Runt once more.

“Alright fine. If it means that much to ya then go ahead.”

“Really?! You mean it?!” Kitty instantly perked up with a big smile and threw her arms around him, “Thanks Mr. Logan! You won’t regret it!”

Logan smirked at how easy it was for her to change her mood and gave her a gentle hug back with one arm.

“We’ll see about that. Hopefully it ain’t that hard to get off me after. Now if ya don’t mind,” he pulled his shirt off over his head, leaving him in just his swim trunks as he laid back on the towel, “I’m just gonna shut my eyes fer a few minutes an’ catch some sun while yer doin’ that.”

“Go right ahead! Like I said, you don’t have to do anything. Just relax.”
“Sounds good to me.”

With the warmth of the sun penetrating all his exposed skin Logan found it easy to doze off rather quickly. Runt returned with the stick, but after finding Logan not responsive to him trying to thrust the stick into his hand the pup decided to just lay down beside him and start gnawing on the piece of wood.

Meanwhile, Kitty got to work with the sand and began with his lower body, figuring that she’d be less likely to disturb his nap.

It was about fifteen minutes later when Logan began to wake up, taking him a second to remember where he was. He opened his eyes and slowly sat up to find a large mound of sand covering his legs as Kitty continued to add more and more.

“How’s it goin’ kid?”

She smiled when she heard his voice and saw he was awake again.

“Pretty good. I actually had to start off with a lot of wet sand to get it going since the dry stuff was just sliding down and wouldn’t stay in place. It doesn’t feel too heavy on you I hope?”

Logan tried to move his legs a bit to test it, but found he couldn’t budge them at all aside from his feet which the teen had left unburied and sticking out of the mound.

“Nah, it’s fine. But if yer goal was to keep me from escapin’ then I’d say ya succeeded,” he wiggled his feet around, not too crazy about being restrained in any way, but he felt no threat from Kitty, and that little nap had relaxed him more than he thought it would.

“It’s only temporary. I’ll dig you out when you’re ready.”

Logan nodded as he discovered Runt asleep on the towel beside him, rubbing the dog’s small body and waking him almost immediately. The puppy yipped excitedly as he licked at Logan’s hand and then jumped to his paws to run down to the water to chase after the seagulls.

Kitty just smiled, knowing Logan had become very attached to the dog no matter how much he tried to appear otherwise. He was looking after Runt fondly before noticing he’d been caught by the pony-tailed girl as he tried to play it off.

“Dumb mutt,” he snorted and shook his head, breaking their eye contact to keep up his stoic demeanor.

She tilted her head as it was her turn to look at him fondly. Others might find him to be hostile or unsociable or even just plain intimidating, which he was a lot of the time, but despite that she felt differently towards him. She knew firsthand of his dangerous animalistic side that he had trouble controlling, yet she still felt incredibly comfortable around him.

She’d get homesick at times and found Logan always putting in the effort to be there for her in any way big or small. When she would feel like no one cared about any problems she was having he was the only one who was never too busy to listen and give her honest advice, even if sometimes it wasn’t what she wanted to hear. He would never lie to her just for her sake and she appreciated that more than he knew.

She had grown pretty close to him and had taken the time to learn more about the side of him that he didn’t show to many people. It took some digging as he was still pretty reserved when it came to showing emotions other than anger, but there were some things she had picked up.

He may not show it in the traditional way, but he really did care about all of them. He was the crabby uncle and they were all his family.

Logan finally looked back and found her staring at him strangely as he raised a brow.

“Uhhh…ya ok there Half-pint?”

She quickly snapped out of it and shook her head.

“Sorry, I was just thinking. About how good you are to me. You’d really make a great dad,” she smiled warmly as she thought she noticed a slight tinge of blush on Logan’s cheeks as he just muttered and shrugged his shoulders.

“Ah it ain’t nothin’ special. Don’t even mention it,” he tried to change the subject, “So uh, how’s school goin’?”

“It’s not bad. I’m passing all my classes, and I’ve been cramming for my finals that are next week. It’s nice to get a break from all that studying so thanks for coming here with me.”

“Any time kiddo. Sounds like ya needed a lil’ getaway.”

“Yeah, I’ve had a lot on my mind lately,” she looked to the side and fidgeted with her hands for a moment, “Hey Mr. Logan? You think I could talk to you about something?”

“Course ya can. Somethin’ I can help ya with darlin’?”

“It’s just…well Mr. Logan what I wanna know is-”

Logan cut her off.

“How many times I gotta tell ya, ya don’t gotta keep callin’ me ‘Mr’, y'know? Think we’re way past all the formalities. Just Logan’ll do,” he gave her a small smile for reassurance as she nodded.

“Ok Logan. Anyways I was, like, just wondering, it might be stupid but…,” she paused, biting her lip momentarily before the words just came tumbling out, “How do you know when a boy likes you?”

She looked a little embarrassed for blurting it out like she did, but she was relieved to see no look of judgement on Wolverine’s calm face. There never was no matter what she might say to him.

“Boys, huh. Ya ain’t old enough fer boys yet,” his mouth quirked up slightly as Kitty just giggled.

“In your mind I’d never be old enough,” she shook her head, “But I’m 15 Logan, and boys are starting to notice me and well, I’m noticing them too. So like, what do I do? Should I start dressing different? Talking different? How do I know if I’m doing the right thing?”

“Well first things first any boyfriend ya get is gonna need to have a private meetin’ with me so I can beat…I mean, have a talk with 'em,” he teased her as she laughed and playfully swatted his shoulder.

“Stop it, I’m serious! Really though!”

“Alright fine. Well I can’t speak fer them, but you’d be surprised how much confidence can overcome any kinda physical attraction. It may sound corny, but just stay true to yerself an’ those boys won’t be able to resist. Any boy that likes ya purely fer yer physical attributes ain’t worth yer time anyhow.”

“Well I don’t think I’ll have that problem anyways. I mean, I’m not as pretty as someone like Jean-”

“What’re ya talkin’ about darlin’? Yer beautiful. An’ don’t let no one ever tell ya otherwise. If they do then they’ll have to answer to me,” he unsheathed his claws momentarily with a smirk as Kitty just blushed, not one to take compliments that well.

“You really mean that?”

Logan opened his mouth to answer, but instead came out a snort that just as quickly developed into a goofy looking grin as the burly man surprisingly started to chuckle.

“Heh..Hehehe…Ehehehehee!”

Kitty blushed with a frown this time, feeling self-conscious that Logan was now laughing at her as she regret opening up to him about this.

“Well you don’t have to laugh at me. If this is all a joke to you then you can just-”

“No I-eheeheehehee! It’s not-aahahah! Get away!”

“Get away? You want me to leave?” She was seriously confused by what he was trying to say, though he was struggling to speak clearly through his giggles.

“No! N-Not you! Hehehahaa! My feet! Get 'im off! Ahahahahaahaa!” Logan leaned over the sand pile and tried to swat at something on the other side as Kitty finally realized that something else was going on.

The teen peeked over the sand and her mind was eased when she found the source of Logan’s sudden outburst. Runt had returned from playing down by the water and was now excitedly licking away at the soles of Logan’s bare feet while his tail wagged with vigor.

It was always a pleasant surprise to see that even with his normally tough exterior Wolverine had his soft side too. Even more surprising was the fact that he was actually a very ticklish guy. Kitty herself had gotten into a few tussles with him when he was in the right mood, usually getting Rogue to help her team up against the gruff mutant until they had him in tears.

Currently the playful pup was tickling him greatly as his feet flailed around and his toes curled and flexed, unsuccessfully trying to evade the little tongue.

“C'mon! Get that muhuhutt! Baahaahaha! He’s ticklin’ me!” Logan was laughing harder now as he tried to free his legs by leaning back on his hands and pulling with all his might to no avail.

“Aww, he’s just playing with you. Lets give him another minute,” Kitty smiled, making no move to stop the happy puppy.

She loved seeing Logan laugh like this. It was rare for him to do it on his own, but tickling him was always a guarantee. It was just one of the few natural reactions she got to see from him, and it was nice to see him not be so wound up tight all the time. He’d never admit it, but he was always in a much better mood after laughing his guts out.

“Whahahat?! No! I caahaan’t taahaake-heeheeheehahahah! Stoppit!” Logan howled as he again leaned over the sand mound and tried to shoo the puppy away, but Runt saw his laughter and the flailing of his hands as a positive reaction. In his mind Logan was enjoying this and encouraging him to continue as he’d jump back momentarily to playfully bark before leaping forward to attack his toes with more licks.

“OK! OK! Seriously! Aahahahahah! No mohohore! Maahaahake 'im stahahahaap!” Logan fell back onto his elbows as he clawed at the sand in his attempts to pull himself loose, though starting to lose some of his strength from laughing so much.

Kitty made some unenthusiastic calls to the puppy to try to get his attention.

“Runt? Runt! Come here boy! Oh shoot Logan, he’s just not listening to me,” she giggled, showing that she really wasn’t trying that hard.

“Grab 'im!! Just graahahaab 'im!! Eeheeheeheehehe!! Pleeheeheeaase!!”

Kitty pretended to think it over as she listened to his laughter and hysterical giggles for another minute before finally deciding he’d had enough.

“Alright, come here you,” she smiled and scooped the puppy up as he stretched his tongue to take a few last laps at Logan’s toes. She snuggled him close as he licked her chin before placing him back onto the sand and patting his backside.

“Go on now. Go play,” she shooed him off as he barked and ran back down towards the ocean. She then turned to check on her mentor who was now sitting back up and still a little out of breath, though luckily with his natural abilities he was able to recover fairly quick.

“I didn’t…sign up fer this.”

“You didn’t have to! It’s all included! Told you this place would be relaxing!”

“Yeah….Bein’ tickled outta my mind is reeeeaal relaxin’,” he grunted sarcastically with a roll of his eyes as she continued to smile brightly at him.

“But how do you feel now?”

Logan paused as he realized what she meant. He didn’t want to prove her right, but he really did feel relaxed. However he decided he wouldn’t oblige her and would just deny it like he normally would.

“Feel like I need a long vacation from the lot o’ ya,” he mustered up a frown as Kitty just smiled knowingly.

He didn’t have to admit it. She could tell by his body posture and how his muscles weren’t tensed up that this was about as relaxed as he could get.

“Was that your plan all along? Buryin’ me like this so ya could tickle me to death an’ "relax” me?“ He growled a little, but the way he did it indicated no hint of being angry with her as she just laughed.

"Ok yeah, you got me,” she rolled her eyes playfully, “Pffft! No, of course not! But I will say it is an added bonus.”

To add to her tease she promptly reached over and tickled his exposed stomach as he started to squirm and giggle again, but she was close enough that he was then able to give her a few well-placed squeezes on her side causing her to squeal and jump away from him.

He smirked, looking pleased with himself as she glared dangerously back at him.

When it was just Kitty by herself trying to launch a tickle attack on him she could get in a few good shots, but he usually was able to turn the tables rather quickly with having his size and strength on his side. The silly girl was always wearing flip flops or some other flimsy shoes that were easily removed and his rough fingers could go to town on her soft soles, while she would screech and pound her small fists on his back.

It was only when she was able to get reinforcements like Rogue and/or Boom Boom that he turned it down a little bit, not wanting to get too rough with them. The problem was that they knew that and with that weakness exposed it just enabled them to more easily get him subdued where they’d all pile on top of him and viciously tickle his ribs and his unbearably ticklish underarms until he cried “Uncle”.

Logan always liked to gloat about the times he would best her though.

“That’ll teach ya to mess with me Pryde. Guess I win afterall.”

“Oh do you?” Her eyes darted mischievously to the side as she immediately rushed for his feet. Logan’s own eyes widened, forgetting that he was still prisoner as he grabbed a hold of her arm briefly, but she easily phased out of his grip.

His next move was to rapidly start trying to unbury his legs from the sand trap, but the moment he felt her fingers digging into his soles he lost his momentum and fell back in a fit of hysterical laughter.

“Naaaahahahahohohoo! K-Kihihihitty!! I was….j-just johohokin’!!”

“Oh yeah? Well I’m not the one who’s laughing!” She grinned, spidering her fingers all over his tender arches as his feet wiggled frantically to get away, “How’s it feel Logan, hmm? Does this tickle?”

She enjoyed taunting him from this side for it was usually him saying similar things to her while he’d tickle her feet. It wasn’t often that she really got the chance to get him there because of how strong he was, not to mention his feet were his worst spot so he guarded them well. She was going to enjoy this as long as she could get away with.

“Ye-Yehehehes!! Ohahahahaha!! Staahaap!!” He laid on his back and pounded his fist against the sand as Runt ran around them, barking excitedly and occasionally diving in to lick Logan’s face, which in turn was making him laugh even more as he tried to shove the little dog away.

“Aww the big bad Wolverine has ticklish feet huh? Coochie coochie coo!” Her fingers wriggled their way right under his toes, knowing he’d hit the roof.

“AHAHAhaha!! No!! C'mon!! Quihihit playin’!! Nohohot the tohohohoes!!” Logan reflexively thrashed like crazy with his arms wrapped around his stomach, laughing so hard he thought he was going to bust his gut open.

“Declare me the winner and I may show mercy,” she was enjoying her power trip as she continued tickling his toes while her other hand performed a devastating scribbling attack on his meaty soles.

“Ahahahalright!! I sur-surrender!! Hahahhaaha!! Ya win!! Ya wiiiiin!!” Tears had began to creep out of his eyes, but Kitty had one last thing in mind.

“Admit you like Runt! Tell him you love him!” She barely got the words out as he began yelling them at the top of his lungs.

“I LOVE YA!! I LOVE YA RUNT!! BAAHAHAHAHAAH!!”

Kitty smiled big and finally stopped, knowing that once Logan started obeying demands that he really couldn’t take anymore. Wolverine panted for breath and remained fairly motionless while Runt climbed all over him and covered his face with wet kisses.

He finally regained some sense as he grabbed a hold of the small dog and cradled him in his arm, slowly sitting back up.

“Aww I knew you loved him!” Kitty laughed as Logan raised a brow at her, but then couldn’t help smiling as Runt squirmed up from his hold and licked at his stubbled chin.

“Yeah fine, ya got me. Guess I do,” he set the pup down and wiped the slobber off of his face with his hand, “Geez, well ya definitely ain’t buryin’ me all the way now like ya wanted. In fact I’m never lettin’ anyone bury me again. I’ve been tortured a lot o’ ways in my lifetime an’ bein’ tickled like that is by far the worst.”

Thinking of the extremely painful tortures Logan had experienced with him even comparing it on the same level as tickling made Kitty giggle at how overdramatic he could be.

“Heehee, not my fault you’re so ticklish. But that’s a good thing! Because it’s always a great day when I get to see you smile.”

Before he knew it she had jumped on him to hug her arms around his neck; his heart softening a little from her words as he gently patted her back. There weren’t many that could look past his prickly exterior and genuinely cared about his well-being.

“Yeah yeah, don’t rub it in,” he couldn’t help smiling at just how much affection she showed towards him, even if he did resist at times. It was his turn to make her smile now.

“By the way what I was tryin’ to tell ya darlin’ before I got interrupted earlier, yeah I meant what I said.”

“Meant what?” She pulled back to curiously look him in the eyes.

“That yer beautiful. One o’ the most beautiful girls I know inside an’ out. I’d never lie to ya 'bout that.”

The smile that came over her face was worth everything that had happened to him that day.

“Thanks Logan. I won’t forget that. Thank you for trusting me and always letting me see the sweet side of you,” she squeezed him tighter for a few moments before finally letting him out of her embrace, “Well how about we get you out of this sand now, hm?”

With his help she then got started working on unburying his legs from the sand. As they neared exposing his legs Kitty couldn’t resist giving his foot a little tickle, laughing as Logan yelped and yanked his legs completely free.

He glared playfully at the giggling girl.

“So funny I forgot to laugh.”

“Well I can fix that. Give it here and I’ll try again,” she teased, reaching for his foot again as he hastily scrambled to stand up.

“In yer dreams. Well I think I’m a little over this beach. Whaddya say we go do somethin’ else?” Logan grunted as he bent down to pick up his tshirt and pulled it back on over his head, then dusting the sand off of his legs with the towel.

“Sure,” Kitty nodded as she got up and collected her things, including having to pick up Runt out of the hole he was digging in the sand, “I know Professor said it’s the student’s choice, but maybe we could, like, go do something that you want to do?”

Logan looked back at her surprised as they started walking across the sand, not expecting that he was going to get to choose for once.

“Somethin’ I wanna do? Well I really could use a drink after all that torture ya put me through. I say we hit the bar. Yer 21 right?”

“I’m 15 you dork!” She grinned, knowing he knew damn well as she poked his ribs to make him chuckle.

“Heh, yeah I know I know. Alright well how 'bout I take ya to the gun range? Ya ever shot a gun before? It’s somethin’ ya definitely should know how to do in case yer ever in that situation. I mean, I don’t use 'em much myself, but I gotta practice my shot anyways fer once those boys start comin’ to the school callin’ on ya,” he flinched with a wide smile and managed to brush her hand away as she tried to tickle him again.

“Oooh you keep this up and later I’m going to get the girls together and we’re just gonna destroy you,” she was half-serious and that pushed Logan’s cocky side back out.

“Ya think I’m scared? Bring it on bub. I can take on an army o’ ninjas single-handed, pretty sure a few teenage girls would be nothin’,” he grinned proudly, flexing his muscles as she just laughed and shook her head.

“You remember that. Remember you said that when we have you pinned down and you’re begging for your life.”

“Ya got a wild imagination Pryde,” Logan smirked with a roll of his eyes, trying not to show a hint of just how much that thought made him shiver.

“Just picture it. And we’re not just going to stick to the usual spots, oh no,” she succeeded in pinching his side this time to make him squirm, “I mean it’d be a crime to not let the other girls experience the joy of seeing how you react to having your feet tickled. I’m sure Jean would be more than happy to help us out and hold you down for us. Oooh then we could all get your other bad spots too at the same time; your armpits, your belly, that one spot on your lower ribs. I’ll bet it would almost kill you if we-”

“Alright, cut that out! I get it. I won’t kill yer boyfriends. Well….long as they don’t give me a reason to,” he cursed himself for breaking under the mental torture she was inflicting, but imagining all that was making his skin crawl.

“That’s all I can ask of you,” she laughed and patted his large bicep, “Can’t promise we still won’t go through with that idea, but we’ll see how it goes.”

“Great,” Logan groaned with a face-palm, but then let out a guffaw as Kitty reached into his armpit with wiggling fingers, “HAAH! Will ya stop ticklin’ me?!”

“Ok ok, I’ll stop. Oh hey, before we go to that shooting place do you think we could get something to eat first? I’m starving!” She hugged her waist as Logan felt his own stomach growl and nodded.

“Yeah, me too. You an’ that mutt made me burn a lot o’ calories by makin’ me laugh so much. I’ll let ya pick this one.”

“Groovy! Because I know of this great vegan place that you’ll just…,” she peeked a glance up at the disgusted look that had spread over Logan’s face as she just started to laugh, “I’m kidding! I’m kidding! There’s actually a really good steak house around here that’s to die for! And they have a nice big outdoor patio so Runt can join us!”

She held the pup up in her arms who blissfully barked at hearing his name as Logan grinned and put his arm around her shoulders.

“That’s my girl. Now yer talkin’ my language. Get on up now,” he nudged her towards the steps leading up the cliffside to leave the beach.

“Pretty sure they serve alcohol too so you can still get that drink you wanted!”

“Perfect. I might need to get some to-go also,” he chuckled as he envisioned Kitty making good on her threats later that evening of getting her girlfriends after him. Having a good buzz would make that experience a lot easier to stand.

But that would have to wait until later for he needed to be completely sober for their next activity. A firearm was serious business, and he would need his full mental capacity to thoroughly explain and show his student how to safely load, handle and shoot a hand gun.

His report back to the Professor later would be one of success in forging a stronger bond with young Kitty Pryde. He’d leave the part out where he was repeatedly tickled mercilessly, though seeing how tranquil Logan seemed would trigger Xavier’s curiosity into how he got in that state.

Wolverine was pretty resistant to keeping the Professor out of his head when he didn’t want him in there so the telepath was forced to snoop around inside Kitty’s mind later to unveil the truth. He of course knew that Logan was ticklish with it being hard for things to stay a secret in the school, but he was unaware of just how much the laughter he produced would greatly ease his mindset.

There weren’t many things that could get Logan to just shut off and forget about anything that was troubling him so Charles was pleased to see that something so simple could achieve that for him. He was also happy that people like Kitty, someone that Logan trusted, were more than willing to help him with that.

It might be a stretch, but Charles looked at it as being the best therapy he’d ever seen for Logan’s mental health. He’d known the man for many, many years and seen him try so many methods to bring him out of his brooding nature when all along he just needed to have a good laugh every now and then.

He hoped Logan wouldn’t resist it too much and would realize what a positive thing it was for him. He could really stand a break from the tortured thoughts that constantly plagued his mind all these years.

Though Charles had a good feeling that Kitty and the others wouldn’t give him much choice in the matter either way.




EPILOGUE:(Just a little more! XD)
Word Count: 1,391


Charles was getting ready to turn in for the night when he decided to take one last scan of any conscious minds in the mansion grounds to make sure there were no impending threats nearby.

He quickly picked up on a conversation downstairs. Kitty was among Rogue, Tabitha and Jean and she was going over some kind of strategy, though hearing the words “attack” and “Logan” made Xavier curious and tune in a little more precise.

As all the details of their plot emerged Charles couldn’t help the smile that came over him, but he still felt a sense of duty to at least try to warn his old friend.

He quickly tracked Logan’s current whereabouts, finding the man in the kitchen grabbing a beer from his stash and oblivious to what was about to befall him.

“Logan? Logan can you hear me?”

Logan wasn’t even startled, used to having Xavier telepathically contact him on a frequent basis.

“Hey Chuck. What’s goin’ on? Ya want a beer too?” Logan smirked and raised his beer can as he took a big swig, “This here’s a double IPA I picked up from the-”

“They’re coming Logan. Get out of there. Get out before it’s too late.”

Logan frowned, having detected no unfamiliar scents within miles of the school as he rolled his eyes while chugging the rest of his beer.

“What’re ya talkin’ about? No one’s comin’, ya crazy old fool. Maybe ya should try gettin’ some sleep an’ then you’ll quit bein’ so damn paranoid.”

Charles could now only listen and watch through all the involved eyes of Logan’s doom as the first of them walked into the kitchen.

“Oh, Jean. Ya should be in yer room. It’s kinda late an’ I got a doozy of a combat trainin’ session for y'all tomorrow so ya might wanna rest up an’-Woah! Hey! Hey Jean what is this?! Put me down right now!”

“Sorry Logan, it’s nothing personal.”

“Thanks Jean! We’ll take it from here.”

“He’s all yours ladies.”

“Kitty?! Rogue?! T-Tabitha?! Now wait a minute girls holdin’ me down like this ain’t fair! It’s bad enough without- Oh nonono, don’t! Don’t take my boots off! At least let me keep my- No, not the socks too! Look! I’ll take it easy on ya on the trainin’ tomorrow! I’ll cancel it even! Just don’t- Heeheheehee!”

“Oooh the tough old badger is sensitive there.”

“Told you!”

“Well Ah’m definitely gonna go first!”

“Do the honors Rogue! And then Runt wants a turn again!”

“No wait! We can make a deal! Aw hell, yer not gonna get me there too, are ya?! But-But not all at the same time, right? Right?!?!”

“Don’t worry Logan. It won’t be that bad. We’re just gonna give yah your daily dose of giggles!”

“But I already got it today! Ask Kitty!”

“She meant from ALL of us ya dummy!”

“Ok, now on my command ladies. One…”

“No no no wait! Hear me out!”

“Two…”

“Please! Ya can’t do this! This is inhumane!”

“Three!”

“BWAAHAHAHAHAAHAH!! NONOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! STOOOOHAHAHAHOP IHIHIHIHIT!! AHAHAHAHAHAHACH-CHUHUHUHUHUCK!! HEHEHEHEHELLLLLLPPPP!!”

“I tried to warn you Logan. I’m afraid you’re on your own.”

Charles simply smiled with a sympathetic shake of his head as he continued to observe. Logan’s mental defenses had been disabled with him being too preoccupied with dealing with the extreme tickling that Charles was able to sneak in and see just what was going on in his mind.

Yes, Logan had begged like crazy not to be tickled, but it really didn’t bother him as much as he made out. His thoughts revealed that he was enjoying the bonding aspect of this with the girls; not minding having to suffer as long as they were having fun.

This was a little more intense tickling than he was used to so his sensitive nerves were a bit overwhelmed trying to process it all, but his brain was still flooded with the feel good hormones, pushing all signs of any stress to the back of his mind.

In a way Logan was glad that Jean was holding him down as he didn’t have to combat the urge to fight against it on his own. He didn’t have to concentrate on not lashing out and accidentally hurting one of the girls, which was always a fear he had. All he had to do was laugh.

The pleading for them to stop was involuntary and he didn’t really try to keep it in, knowing the girls loved hearing it as much as they did hearing him laugh so freely.

Charles realized that Logan did indeed see the benefit in this for him, but also he saw the joy and amusement that it brought to the girls and that’s what really pushed him to grin and bear it.

He watched as they finally let him go about six minutes later, which was about four minutes after Logan was already in tears from laughing. Jean lifted the exhausted man off the floor and gently placed him onto the nearby couch recliner to recover before bidding the others goodnight and heading up to her room.

Kitty, Rogue and Tabitha scrambled to get on the couch as they all piled on top to hug and cuddle him, still playfully teasing him.

“Man, you’re just too ticklish Wolvie.”

“Yeah Ah think we almost killed 'im.”

“No way! He can take it, right Logan?”

“Piece o’ cake. Barely felt a thing.”

The three girls just laughed and snuggled against the older mutant as he put his arms around them and pulled them closer.

“Love you Logan!”

“Yeah, thanks for pulling that stick out of your butt for a little while, you pushover.”

“Well that stick is goin’ right back in first thing tomorrow. I’m still holdin’ that trainin’ session in the mornin’ an’ I expect all o’ ya to show up ready to be serious an’ pay attention. No foolin’ around, alright?”

“Are you suggesting we wouldn’t be on our best behavior? You know we’re your best students.”

“Sure, I’ll let ya think that if it helps ya sleep at night.”

“Hey!”

“Hehehehe, alright knohahahock it off! I know I’m lucky to have all o’ ya!”

“Don’t you forget it.”

“Believe me, that’s somethin’ I ain’t ever gonna forget.”

The way he smiled at them showed pure devotion, which was something Charles hadn’t seen from him in a long time. He loved those girls and they loved him back. He’d make sure nothing ever happened to them and would protect them with his life.

Sleep was overtaking Logan now as he yawned and allowed his eyes to shut; his mind still swimming in the flood of endorphins and ensuring he would not be having any nightmares. Kitty and Rogue leaned in closer to his sides and Tabitha lay across his lap as they all closed their eyes as well; Logan unable to hold back his smile.

A small yip from the floor made Logan crack open one eye as he spied Runt trying to get up onto the couch with them, but was too small to reach the top. Being carefully not to move too much and disrupt the girls Logan slowly lowered his foot for the little puppy to climb onto and used it to lift him up.

Runt gave his foot a soft lick in appreciation as Logan winced and had to try his hardest to not make any sudden movements. The pup then spun a few circles and made himself comfortable nestled between Logan’s feet on the recliner as the man gave one last smile of satisfaction and began to drift back off to sleep.

Those three girls and their dog were in the safest place they could ever be; in the loving embrace of one of the deadliest mutants alive. God forbid anyone who tried to disturb them.

“Ya can get outta my head now Chuck. Show’s over.”

Charles was shocked and instantly released all the mind connections he had made, but he couldn’t help letting out a relieved chuckle. It wasn’t that he had been able to sneak into Logan’s mind, he had been let in.

Seeing this whole night play out had Xavier remember something he had seen in Kitty’s mind from her beach outing with Logan earlier.

“You’d really make a great dad,” she had told him.

Charles couldn’t agree more.

Drum roll please! A new Punisher fic! Yay! :D

Dawww I missed my Frankie boy, and have been pining for Season 2 since I binge watched Season 1 when it came out.

Soooo bummed that it’s official that Netflix has canceled the show though. Fuck you Disney and Netflix!! >:( Hopefully someone else can pick it up!

OMG! Frank was so soft and adorable in the first episode! Then the relationship he develops with Amy was really great, and naturally something I’d want to get into.

WARNING FOR SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED SEASON 2 OF ‘PUNISHER’ YET ON NETFLIX!! This takes place post-Episode 9 of Season 2.

Summary:Some bonding between Frank and Amy after recent events have her mind not where it should be. F/M Tickle Fic

Yes, there is a good deal of tickling in this so if you don’t like that concept then best to skip this. All SFW though. Definitely nothing sexual so if you’re looking for that then you can just get the fuck out right now. This is father/daughter-type relationship they have and nothing more.

I had writer’s block on this for like 3 weeks, but finally got it finished. It turned out way way longer than I had planned, but am I ever sorry? No. lol

Word Count:4,894

ANOTHER WARNING for swearing as is my norm with guys like Frank. ;)

“Heh, flustercluck,” Frank was still chuckling as he came through the trailer door with a shake of his head, shrugging out of his jacket and unstrapping his vest. Amy smiled a little at seeing that she’d managed to amuse him, though she was still feeling pretty wound up from earlier.

He tossed it all onto the counter as he reached behind him to pull a handgun out of the back of his waistband and set it on the small table. After a moment he noticed Amy staring at it from where she sat on the couch, hugging her knees to her chest.

“You ok, kid?

”….Not really. I just….I really don’t think guns are for me. I mean, I still can’t believe I just killed a guy,“ she looked down and started to get lost inside her head before Frank snapped her out of it.

"Hey, look at me. Hey! You only shot him, remember? I’m the one that killed him. Besides it was either him or you, and tell ya what, I’d choose you a thousand times over that piece o’ shit. Ya made the right move, you did good, kid.”

She sat there still looking unsure as Frank sighed quietly before making a proposition.

“Ok look, at least let me show ya some other techniques t’ disarm someone. Ya don’t gotta shoot anyone once ya got their weapon, but just promise me one thing, ok? That you’ll trust your instincts. And if they tell ya t’ pull the trigger then you pull that trigger. Can you promise me that?”

The concern in his eyes while he awaited her answer was piercing, and eventually she nodded and took a deep breath, “I…think so.”

“Alright then. Here, we’ll start with this,” Frank reached toward the table and picked up the Glock 19, noting as Amy continued to eye it with uneasiness.

“Don’t worry…,” he said as in two seconds he had slid the magazine out of the grip and pulled back the slide to pop the round from the chamber, “It ain’t loaded. Now c'mon, get up.”

He gestured to her and she followed suit so that now she was standing in front of him in the narrow hallway of the trailer.

“We’ll start with what ya already know. Now,” he raised the gun to point at her, “Think ya can do me like ya did that punk earlier?”

She hesitated as she stared at it, not making a move, and Frank thought that maybe this wasn’t going to happen right now.

But all that changed when she sprung into action as she grabbed the barrel of the gun aside with one hand and slammed in on his wrist to break his grip. Now she was the one pointing the gun at him.

“Nice work, kid. You’re a natural. But this time I’m not gonna make it that easy for ya,” he signaled with his hand for her to return the gun to him as she obliged.

“Ok. Again.”

She tried to use the same technique she had just done, but this time Frank was ready for her and kept his grip on the gun firm and pulled the trigger right in her face.

“Bang. Again.”

The teen just stared at the gun for a moment as she seemed to be re-evaluating the situation before she made another move. Pushing the gun to the side she then grabbed onto his arm and tried to drag him down with her body weight as Frank just gave her a strange look.

“That ain’t it,” he shook his head and easily yanked his arm free as he shoved her to the ground before she looked up at him with frustration in her eyes.

“How…How am I supposed to…,” she was sounding discouraged as she lowered her head towards the floor while Frank reassured her.

“Don’t think too hard, kid. Instincts, remember? I know I’m bein’ rough on ya, but you’ll thank me later. Now how 'bout givin’ it another shot, huh?”

A few long seconds ticked by, and he started to feel bad when she didn’t make any attempt to get up. Maybe it was too soon for him to be pushing her this hard.

“Hey look, we don’t have t’ do this if ya don’t want-”

With a primal scream she pushed off the ground with her legs and used everything she had to ram straight into him, tackling him flat onto his back.

He hit the floor of the trailer with a pained grunt as some of the wind got knocked out of him, but couldn’t help the smile on his face at seeing her determination. She hadn’t given up yet.

“Atta girl. Keep fightin’.”

Despite how impressed he was with her he was immediately on the offensive again as he simply held her back with one big hand while the other gripped the pistol high over his head.

“Now take it from me. Better hurry before I use it on ya!”

Frank could see that she was trying desperately to gain some kind of leverage as she fought to get past his blocking arm and reach the gun. Normally he would teach her the hard way and would’ve already turned the tables, but he’d give her a little more time.

After the events that happened only hours earlier the girl could use a little confidence boost. But he still was going to push at her resolve in normal Frank fashion as his voice boomed along the walls.

“C'mon! Ya want it?! Take it! Take it!! What’re ya waitin’ for?! TAKE IT!!”

Amy was panicking. She knew he was about to fling her across the room if she didn’t act fast. Her mind became a blur and time seemed to stop as she frantically tried to think of something. Anything!

She then remembered what Frank had told her; to trust her instincts.

This scenario that they were in quickly had her memory spewing instances of roughhousing with friends in the past; particularly one instance where she’d been trying to retrieve her cell phone that had playfully been stolen from her. At that moment it was as if her mind had taken control of her body and compelled her to act on those thoughts.

It was now or never. And so without further delay she steeled herself and launched at him one last time.

“Take the goddamn-He-Hey! What’re ya-!!!” Frank’s surprise quickly gave way to an involuntary grin as his apprentice persisted in using an unconventional technique that he had never experienced in his combative encounters.

“Hey stop-Aha! Hahahaha, no! No, thaahaat’s-that’s not allohohowed!” He continued to hold the pistol back out of reach while using his one free hand to try to defend himself from the teen who had latched onto his sides and was tickling him furiously.

Amy’s eyes lit up with pure glee when she heard the first round of laughter spill out of him. She hadn’t been sure how he would react, but by the time those thoughts had even reached her head she was already in motion.

The idea that he likely wasn’t even ticklish had been her first thought, and the fact that she was messing around would just make him angry. Like the time she tried to sneak attack him and take his gun when he and Curtis had entered the trailer the other day.

He had already been raging at that point though from his encounter with Billy, and her antics had only intensified his temper. His outburst towards her had been harsh, but Frank struggled with how he expressed his feelings. Thinking that he could have killed her scared him, which in turn transformed into the anger that he lashed out at her with.

But he wasn’t nearly as tense as he had been that day so she expected maybe he’d just growl at her to “Quit fuckin’ around” as he was trying to give a serious demonstration. At the very least give her an annoyed look to show his disapproval.

But what she got instead was unbelievable, and she quickly relaxed as she realized there was no need for any worry.

“Seriously?! You’re ticklish?! Oh you’re going down now!” Her fingers wiggled relentlessly into his ribs, making the hardened man writhe and laugh helplessly as he found that shielding himself with only one arm wasn’t doing him a whole lot of good.

To say he was stunned by her actions would be an understatement, and it gave him no time to even consider being angry about it. He was already exhausted from lack of sleep for the past several nights with adrenaline being pretty much the only thing keeping him going.

Being around Amy he had dropped his guard a little, and unfortunately he’d been left unable to resist the sensations she was inflicting. He couldn’t stop himself from laughing uncontrollably, though the more he laughed the more his mood seemed to lighten. It certainly had taken his mind off of everything else.

“Hehehehe! No waitaminute! This is-Ahaahahaha! Ya…Ya caahaan’t do thaahaaat!” Finding it hard to think clearly his reactions were impulsive, making his defense sloppy and all over the place as he flailed his vacant hand and squirmed desperately on his back.

He did have some sense of control though in restraining himself from reacting too violently as he didn’t want to accidentally hit the kid.

Not to mention they were in a confined area so if he tried to haphazardly shove her off of him then he might seriously hurt her, which is definitely not something he wanted to do. There was a big difference between pushing her around a little during demonstrations versus slamming her full weight into a cabinet.

Amy could tell that he was not doing nearly anything that she knew he was capable of to fend her off, and that thought made her smile grow. The sentiment was sweet.

“Hey, you told me to go with my instincts, remember? It’s not my fault I know how to fight dirtier than you. Now hand it over!” She demanded, referring to the gun he still had clutched over his head in his right hand.

This lesson had gone from a serious tone to one of foolery in less than a second, and Frank realized that.

But he also knew that they both could stand to loosen up, and so far this little tussle they were in was achieving just that. Amy was no longer focused on how she had shot a man, and was grinning in genuine delight for once. He would be hard-pressed to ruin that for her.

Though it was still natural for him to do whatever it took to keep any weapon out of the hands of his assailant, even if he was being tickled half to death. So if she wanted that gun she was gonna have to try a lot harder than that.  

He was the Punisher, and the Punisher would not have being tickled into submission on his record…….He hoped.

“Come-Come ahaand gehehehet it!” He challenged as he flexed the muscles in his arm to keep it straight while at the same time keeping it out of the teen’s obtainable range. He wasn’t exactly sure she was going to keep pushing this, but he wasn’t surprised when she did.

“If ya say so!” She clamored forward and swiftly straddled his hips to pin him down as she attacked his muscled sides and waist with vigor. Frank howled and reflexively bucked beneath her as the heels of his tactical boots scraped futilely against the floor.

He managed to grab one of her hands to hold it back, but that did little to stop her. She just put twice as much effort into her other hand as the vicious fingers scribbled and clawed at lightning speed along his entire exposed side.

Husky laughter bellowed out as Frank squirmed like crazy, having no way to stop her now, and slowly his hand weakened his hold on her. As she felt his grip loosen she yanked her wrist free and then dug both hands right into his stomach without missing a beat.

“Shihihit!! Kid, c'mohahahahon! Ticklin’ ahaahaain’t faahaahaair!” He feebly tried to push her hands away to no avail as she could feel his muscles contract underneath his sweater. That brought a smirk to her face, knowing his brawn was doing absolutely nothing to protect him from the tickling.

“All is fair when your life is on the line. Just give me the gun, and I’ll stop,” she grinned at seeing Frank only shake his head.

“Ohohover my dehead bo-HAHEEHEEHEEHEE!!” He immediately curled in, bringing his arm down half way once her fingers plunged into his wide-open armpit. Amy found it absolutely priceless how his deep laughter had transformed so quickly into such high-pitched giggling.

She had never heard anything near that captivating out of him before, but she didn’t want to embarrass him by pointing it out so obviously. She could still tease him a little though.

“Ah ha! Did I find your weak spot, old man? Now you’re in trouble!”

As he faltered she reached for the gun, but he gathered his will and forced himself to thrust it out of her vicinity again.

He then clapped his hand over the vulnerable area, managing to crowd her fingers out though they only continued their devilish dance down his ribs, making him writhe and twist ineffectively.

“Aaah! Daahaahaammit! Aahaahaaamy!! Stohahahahop!!”

“I can’t stop! You’ll shoot me if I stop!”

“I’ll…I’ll shoohoot ya if-ahahaha-if ya D-DON’T stohahop!!” He jokingly moved his hand forward to aim the gun at her, but when she made another grab for it he immediately jerked it back. Amy playfully rolled her eyes with a laugh.

“Just drop the gun, tough guy. Then I’ll let ya go,” she smirked, noticing how his fist clamped tighter around the pistol.

“No-hoho fuckin’ waahaay!”

“Geez, I guess you want me to keep tickling you, huh? You love it, don’t you?” Amy couldn’t resist teasing him because she knew it would make him protest immediately as she watched his eyes widen with objection.

“Whahat?! No, I doh-Aahahaahahaa!! Just-Just baahaack ohahahoff!!”

He hoped no one walked in on them at that moment and saw him in this state, but he couldn’t bring it in himself to just surrender. Though it had gone past the point that he had the energy to throw her off of him if he had wanted to, and now all his efforts were being put into holding his arm up while keeping the gun in his possession.

Yet every time he moved his hand that was covering the tender spot under his arm to try to defend another area Amy would hone in right away just to hear him squeak and titter so uncharacteristically. She’d poke and pinch and scratch into the very ticklish hollow until he was overcome with giggles and forced into guarding the spot once more, leaving her free to tickle him everywhere else.

Trepidation engulfed him as he really didn’t know how much more of this he could take. He really just might get tickled into submission.

Amy was surprised that he had lasted this long, but then again not many men came much tougher than Frank. Still she sincerely doubted that he got tickled often, especially for this length of time.

Sure he was used to dealing with pain on a high degree, but tickling? She didn’t think he knew exactly how to handle that, but what she did know is that the man had a mentality that wouldn’t allow him to just give up no matter what the situation.

It looked like he was having quite a hard time though.

She could see the tears that had pooled in the corners of his eyes from laughing nonstop as he laid his head back and weakly kept up his pathetic attempts to wiggle down the skinny hallway out from under her, despite knowing he wasn’t going to succeed.

In a last ditch effort he was trying to insert inconspicuous comments to convince her to stop without him actually begging her, because God forbid the Punisher actually beg someone for mercy.

“Thaahaahaat ahahall ya gohahahot?!”

“You-You reheeheeheeally suhuck aahaahaat this!”

“Juhuhust gihihive up! Ya aahaain’t geh-gehehettin’ thihis guhuhun!”

She knew it was all a bluff though for she could slowly see his tenacity was beginning to diminish. But rather than let him have his record tarnished she figured that she would be the one to give up now and spare him the defeat.

“You are the most stubborn man I’ve ever met in my life! Uggh, fine! You win then,” she tried to sound convincing enough so he wouldn’t know that she had actually let him win as her fingers finally ceased their torture on him.

Once she stopped Frank’s gruff laughter died down as he didn’t move a muscle and just tried to catch his breath.

“Fuckin’ Christ, kid,” he panted with light chuckles still slipping out. It had been a very long time since he had laughed like that.

He then lifted his arm to point the gun at her head and pulled the trigger, producing a loud click from the empty chamber.

“Bang. You’re dead again,” he smirked as she just grinned down at him, not looking the least bit discouraged.

“Totally worth it,” she slid off of him, allowing him to sit up as he took a few seconds before getting to his feet.

“Yeah well you’re lucky this was just practice, and you’re still alive. That kiddie shit ain’t gonna work in the real world,” he placed the gun on the table and wandered over towards the couch with Amy tailing him.

“Well that 'kiddie shit’ worked on you.”

“Who said it worked? Still had the gun, didn’t I?” He looked over his shoulder at her with a smirk on his face and then lowered himself down to sit on the sofa cushions.

“Oh yeah? I’m pretty sure you were about to give in if I hadn’t stopped,” she plopped down next to him as Frank snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Tchh, yeah sure. Keep dreamin’, kid. Next time though if ya ever get into a situation like that, no messin’ around, I want ya t’ put the hurt on 'em. Take the gun offline like I showed ya, ok? Then go for the weak spots like the groin, throat or anywhere on the face. You’re fightin’ for your life so don’t hesitate for even a second, and show no mercy.”

Amy nodded firmly like she understood, but with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“Got it. So not here? Or there?” She was still on her playful high as she wiggled fingers up under his arm and then squeezed his side, making him squirm and curl over to escape the assault.

“Hehehe, stop that! You’re gonna drive me up the fuckin’ wall with that shit. But sure, those areas are fine as long as ya use somethin’ sharper, like a knife, instead.”

The teen instantly sobered and her eyes widened at the fact that he would even suggest something like that.

“I could barely shoot someone! There’s no way I’m gonna be able to STAB anyone!”

Frank considered that for a moment as he shrugged.

“Hmm. Guess ya got a point. But I think in the right situation your survival instincts will kick in, and you’ll do whatever it takes. All I’m sayin’ is don’t count out what you’re capable of when it comes t’ keepin’ you alive. I think after tonight ya know that deep down, even if it is hard for you t’ accept.”

Amy just sighed loudly and leaned back into the couch.

“Uggggh, how did my life ever come to this?”

After a few seconds Frank slowly developed a smirk as he decided to give an answer to her rhetorical question.

“Well bein’ part of a second-rate crime racket was your first mistake. Havin’ blackmail on the wrong people was your second. Then thinkin’ you could just outrun them……Try'na get me locked up….Almost gettin’ us both killed….”

“Alright, I think I get the point,” she frowned as she tried to interrupt, but he kept on with his list.

“…Not stayin’ put when I told ya to….Puttin’ your trust in the wrong people….Almost gettin’ yourself killed again….Ya wanna talk about a flustercluck then-”

“Ok ok, I get it! I know I screwed up, alright?! Happy now?!” Amy shouted in irritation with a pouting look on her face that only made Frank smile even more.

“Hmph. Yeah. Least ya admit it. Looks like there may be some hope for ya yet-Heh! Ya little…,” he chuckled and jerked his body once she gave him a good poke in the ribs as retaliation for his comment. It was her turn to smirk.

“Get used to it. Ya know, I never expected a tough old grunt like you to be ticklish.”

Frank just shrugged and tried to brush it off.

“Eh. I guess a little bit.”

“A little??” She quickly moved a hand towards him again as he instantly put his arms up in defense and flinched away. Amy laughed at how jumpy he’d become while an embarrassed smile spread over his face.

“Alright. Maybe more than I’m willin’ t’ admit.”

“I’ll bet you didn’t even know you were so ticklish. Wait,” she pointed a finger at him, “It’s 'Pete’ that’s ticklish, huh? Frank isn’t, right?”

Frank ran a hand down his face as he sighed with a groan.

“Hate t’ say, but it’s all me. And yeah, I um, already kinda had an idea. My wife always knew exactly how t’ get me, 'specially when she got the kids in on it.”

Amy’s face paled, thinking that this whole time she had been bringing up painful memories for him. She knew that talking about his family was usually the last thing he wanted to do.

“I’m sorry, I…I didn’t mean….Shit, I shouldn’t have….”

Frank only cracked a small but reassuring smile as he shook his head.

“Nah, don’t be. That was actually the closest I’ve felt t’ my family in a long time. So yeah, it was fuckin’ torture, but ya know….thanks for that.”

Her face brightened up as she relaxed again and put a hand on his shoulder to give it a soft squeeze.

“Well then glad to be of service. And for the record, it’s a good look for you. You’ve got a really cute smile,” she grinned as he spat out a chuckle and looked down at the floor, “And an even cuter laugh.”

“Get the fuck outta here,” he laughed more as he gave her a playful nudge and tried to hide the blush tinting his cheeks.

“But seriously, Frank, it’s good to see you in a better mood.”

She was then quiet for a minute as she gathered her next thoughts, speaking more softly.

“Hey….I want you to know that I’m really sorry. I know that if it weren’t for me you’d probably still have had that shot at the normal, happy life that you wanted. You had a second chance, and I ruined it that night in the bar with the shit that I was in.”

She looked up with shame in her eyes as Frank gently placed his big hand on her arm.

“Kid, ya didn’t ruin anything. It may sound crazy, but I’m startin’ to accept that this is just who I am now. Havin’ a quiet family life just ain’t in the cards for me. It was at one time, but now that’s uhh…that’s all in the past. Trust me, if it hadn’t have been you that night then eventually somethin’ else still would’ve forced my hand back into this. It ain’t your fault so get that outta your head. It’s just the way it’s gonna be.”

Amy immediately shook her head.

“MmmMm. I can’t believe that, and you shouldn’t either.”

He only blinked and stared at the floor again, seeing no sense in trying to convince her otherwise. It was her turn to grab his arm now to try to snap him out of it.

“Just please promise me that you won’t give up on it, Frank. I know your family wouldn’t want you to either. You seriously deserve all the happiness in the world, no matter what you may think.”

Raising his head, he nodded a little.

“Hmm…Maybe. But not right now. There’s still too many people that need killin’, and that’s what I intend t’ do.”

After spending so much time with him she understood that there was no changing his mind on the latter subject as she just slowly sat back. But after a moment she had already scooted close to him again.

“Frank….I never actually thanked you…..for saving my life that night. And every other night up to today. I know I’ve been a real pain in the ass to you, and I…..I wish I could take it all back.”

He could hear the intense remorse in her voice as he didn’t directly look into her eyes, but simply put a comforting hand on her knee.

“Yeah well I uh, I know I ain’t that easy myself t’ be around. So ya know, don’t beat yourself up about it. But t’ tell ya the truth, there ain’t a damn thing I would change about ya.”

He finally looked up as he saw her lip tremble slightly and her eyes began to tear up.

“You’re smart and strong-minded. Ya don’t let no one push ya around no matter how scared ya get. Honestly ya got bigger balls than some guys I’ve known. It’s uhh….,” he hesitated for a moment as he swallowed and licked his lips, “Ya know, it’s…it’s kinda how I imagined that Lisa would’ve turned out. So yeah, ya may be a rebellious little shit, but-”

Amy threw herself at him and wrapped her arms tight over his shoulders. He immediately reciprocated as he pulled her close with a big arm around her back and leaned his head against hers.

She couldn’t believe he had said that to her. On several occasions she had tried to get him to talk about his daughter, but was always blown off in one way or another. Him comparing her to someone she knew he cared deeply about was the greatest compliment she’d ever received in her life.

“Thank you, Frank. That means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

“Yeah….,” he sighed and released her after a few more moments, “Just stay outta situations that could end up bad for ya, ok? I’ll try my damndest, but I can’t always be there for ya. Ya know?”

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and nodded.

“I know. And I’m sorry for putting you in danger too.”

“No more sorrys. What’s done is done. All I’m sayin’ is try not t’ get yourself killed, and stick around for a little longer. We both know ya done a good job of riskin’ that so far.”

The latter was a joke to try to lighten the mood a bit, and he smiled when he saw it succeeded in making her laugh.

“Yeah well I’ve learned from the best. You’re always doing things that are borderline going to get you killed.”

“I told ya, kid, I’m the one who does the killin’. Not the opposite.”

“Fine. You do the killing, and I’ll do the….not-killing, I guess?”

She shrugged with a tilt of her head as Frank smirked, nodding in approval.

“Sounds like a deal t’ me. Though ya do know ya were close t’ commitin’ a murder tonight.”

Her eyes quickly went wide with protest.

“Look, I didn’t mean to shoot him, ok? It just-”

“Not that. I’m talkin’ about you almost ticklin’ me t’ death. That was way more cold-blooded than anything I’ve ever done,” he protectively pressed his arms to his sides in case she made another go at him now that he’d brought it up.

“But you didn’t die, did you?” She only sat there giving him a smug look as he chuckled and relaxed again.

“No ma'am, you’re right. Can only imagine how many casualties there’ve been over the years. Guess I’m one o’ the lucky ones t’ escape with my life. I’ll think twice before messin’ with you again.”

“You’re not fooling me. You liked it, and you know it,” she teased as Frank quickly scoffed.

“Tchhyeah, you will never hear those words come out of my mouth.”

“Never say never. I think you might with the right persuasion…,” she slyly moved in and lightly ran her fingers along his side just to get him to squirm again, making him laugh as he swatted her hand away.

“Ehehe, torture me all ya want, but it ain’t happenin’.”

“Fine. But remind me, what exactly were those words again?”

“I wasn’t born yesterday, kid,” he smirked and reached over to give her a gentle noogie as now she was the one smacking at his hand.

“Eh, it was worth a shot. I’m sure one day I’ll get it outta you. Though it’ll probably be on your deathbed so I won’t hold my breath.”

Frank snorted in amusement and shook his head as he broke into a grin.

“You’re alright, kid.”

“You too, Frank.”

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Takes place somewhere in the Daredevil/Punisher Netflix series.

Summary: Um, so Karen discovers Frank is ticklish. Yup. Just a little fluff thrown out into the sea of angst fics. Kastle? Sure, if you want it to be. I think there’s potential. XD

F/M Tickle Fic

WARNING for a lot of swearing from the lovable Frank. ^_^

Word Count: 2,773

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In the process of writing a new ‘Punisher’ fic so keep an eye out. Might take me another week or so, but I’m working on it. ;)

For now here’s a reblog of one of my older Frank fics. :)

Ugh! I’m late AGAIN getting a holiday fic up, but I spent a bit of time on it so I’m gonna post it anyways. Hope you’ll still enjoy it! I wanted to get it up at least before the new year started, and it’s 11:30PM here so I managed to pull it off! YAY!! Happy New Year everyone!!

And of course it’s a tickle fic because, yeah, I can’t help myself. XD

Summary: It’s Venom’s first Christmas, and he and Eddie agree to exchange gifts for the holiday. Eddie can’t resist having some fun with the idea at his buddy’s expense, but then Venom decides to have a little fun of his own. M/M Tickle Fic

Word Count:3,290

Just like every other holiday that came up, Eddie had to explain everything there was to know about Christmas to his symbiote companion; the origin, what it stood for, the religious customs and traditions that came with it. Everything.

Venom was definitely the curious type, and predictably flooded Eddie with questions about every little thing they came across when walking through the city. Finally Eddie had ended up introducing Venom to the internet and the Google search engine where every answer he desired could be easily found.

Though the one concept that Venom had become particularly excited about was the exchanging of gifts. After Eddie had explained how it worked Venom was eager to get in on the action and find something special for his human friend.

They agreed to take a day separated from the other so that they could keep their gifts a surprise. Venom had actually took on another host temporarily in order to purchase something without being detected.

Later when they had reconnected and Venom was back inside of Eddie’s body it wasn’t long before he was pestering the man about what he may have gotten for him.

“What did you get us, Eddie? Is it something delicious? Can we eat it? Hmm? Tell us tell us tell us!” Each word was enunciated with ticklish pokes into Eddie’s sides, making the reporter giggle and smack at the playful symbiote tentacles with his hands.

“I caahaan’t tell you, asshole! Heehehehee, it’s a surprise!”

If Venom wanted to he could easily obtain the answer, but he wasn’t trying that hard to get Eddie to spill the beans. He was actually moved that his host wanted to surprise him with something, and had vowed not to probe inside his mind for the week so that the secret wouldn’t be spoiled.

Still he couldn’t help but wonder and daydream about what it might be. In fact the alien had been so lost in his thoughts that he’d been a lot quieter than usual for the past few days; something Eddie took notice of as he chuckled to himself.

“What?”

“You. Still trying to figure out what I got for you, huh?”

“We like surprises, Eddie, but the anticipation is killing us!”

“Don’t worry, it’s Christmas Eve so you’ll find out tomorrow.”

Venom smiled in the most giddy way that Eddie had ever seen, and it was definitely funny to see the monstrous alien in this type of light. Eddie laughed and scratched the symbiote head under the chin as he nodded towards the few presents placed underneath the small tree in his apartment.

“In the morning those’ll all be yours, buddy.”


……………………………………………………

“Eddie……”

“Eddie!”

“…………EDDIE!”

As he opened his eyes Eddie unsuccessfully stifled his laughter when he found Venom grinning into his face with a fluffy Santa hat on his head. It really tickled him to see that Venom had embraced the Christmas spirit like this.

“Get up, Eddie! Get up! It’s Christmas morning!”

“Is it? I had no idea. Well I doubt Santa left anything for a couple losers like us,” the man smirked as he sat up and stretched out his arms before rubbing his hands over his tired face.

“Screw that fat guy. I know Eddie didn’t forget us,” Venom smiled, pulling on his host’s arm to hoist him out of the bed.

“Alright I’m up, I’m up,” Eddie smiled as he slid out from underneath his warm blankets and allowed Venom to drag him over to their Christmas tree. The symbiote was acting just like a little kid would on this holiday morning.

Shifting into his humanoid form, Venom crouched on the floor anxiously as he watched Eddie select a present from all the others.

“Here,” the journalist handed him the large package, “Open this one first.”

Not wasting any time, Venom quickly used his claws to tear away the wrapping paper as he revealed a big box of assorted chocolates. His eyes lit up when he saw what it was as a bit of drool began to seep from his mouth.

“Thank you, Eddie! We can’t wait to try some!”

He had already started to open up the box, but Eddie held out a hand to stop him.

“Why don’t we wait until we’ve had breakfast first, ok buddy?”

“Ok, Eddie,” Venom pouted a little as he reluctantly agreed. He perked up though when Eddie handed him another gift.

“Alright, now this one. I think this’ll come in handy for you,” his mouth twitched as if he were trying to hold back a smile, but Venom didn’t seem to notice since all his focus was on the package in his hands.

“This is heavier than the last one. Is it more chocolates?!” The symbiote asked excitedly as Eddie put a hand over his own mouth to hide his smirk and simply nodded.

“Maybe. Open it and see.”

A few seconds later the wrapping paper was shredded and Venom was left staring dumbfounded at the box in front of him.

“………..What. Is. This?”

“You can’t tell? It’s an electric toothbrush. We gotta keep those teeth of yours all squeaky clean with all that chocolate you’re eating, don’t we?” His attempt at keeping a straight face was beginning to fail as he watched his friend’s eyes narrow in annoyance.

“Is this some kind of joke?” Venom growled as he ripped the toothbrush from it’s packaging and switched it on, staring at it with contempt as it began to buzz and vibrate.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?” Eddie couldn’t stop himself and had fallen over laughing now, which was the wrong thing to do because Venom was quick to pounce on him. The symbiote wasn’t angry about his host’s practical joke, though he did have revenge on his mind.

Strong tendrils wrapped around the reporter’s arms and stretched them over his head with Eddie still laughing too much to object.

“Eddie wants to laugh, hm? Well we’ll give him something to really laugh about.”

Eddie’s giggles turned more frantic and hysterical when a mass of tendrils started to tickle up and down his sides, expertly honing in on the weakest spots. Having just gotten out of bed his only attire was a worn-in t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants, which left him pretty vulnerable for such an attack; he was doomed.

“Okaahaay! Okaahaahay, it wahahas a baahaad idee-heeheeheea!” Eddie giggled madly as he made pathetic attempts to squirm away, knowing there was no escape and that he’d might as well save his energy.

“I think you knew we’d react this way. Sounds to us like you were asking for it, weren’t you?”

“Nohoho! I’d nehehehever! I haa-hate beheeheeing tihihickled!”

Venom could see in his mind that Eddie didn’t truly mean that, and that his thoughts were nothing but gleeful delight. Despite his words, Eddie was enjoying this fooling around and so Venom saw no reason to back off just yet.

“Well that’s a shame, Eddie, because that’s what I got you for Christmas…..lots and lots of tickles!”

The tickling on his ribcage intensified as Eddie threw his head back in howling laughter, though continued to jokingly provoke his alien buddy.

“Ehehahahahaa! Wehehell thaahaat’s a shihihitty presehehent! I hohope you g-got a gihift receipt!”

“It’s non-returnable. Too bad for you. You’ll just have to accept my present,” Venom chuckled while one of his tendrils picked up the electric toothbrush so he could examine it more closely as he pressed the switch to turn it on.

He then noticed how Eddie’s t-shirt had bunched up from all his thrashing to reveal part of his belly. Now he had a very evil idea.

“Hmmm, I think I know a good use for this….,” Venom grinned as he applied the whirling toothbrush to Eddie’s stomach, receiving an explosive reaction.

“Naahahaahah! Thaahaahaat’s nohot whahahat thaat’s fohohohor!”

Eddie squealed and vainly tried to roll to the side as the brush drew slow circles over his belly with the circumference of every stroke getting smaller and smaller until the vibrating head of the toothbrush dipped into his navel.

“Shit shihihihit! Stohahahahahop! No no, waaahahahat are yoo-hoou doing?! Ahahhahaha!” The reported squeezed his eyes shut as he laughed his head off through the overwhelming feelings of the brush traveling up his sensitive side.

“But Eddie, we need to make sure you’re squeaky clean. Every nook and cranny needs our attention,” Venom teased while he swept the toothbrush slowly between the spaces of each rib as Eddie cackled and jerked his body like a beached fish.

He hated when Venom found ways to use his own words against him.

“You pretentious asshohohole! Oh fuhuhuck! Holy fuck, not there!! No please, dont don’t doh-OHOHAHAHAHAAHAAHAA!!”

Eddie squirmed with all his might, straining to pull his arms free and wishing he could sink down into the floor and disappear as the unorthodox torture device swirled deep into the crater of his left armpit.

“Stahahahap it!! Noooahahahahahaa!! Gehehet outta my pihihihit!!”

“Ok ok, we will get out of your pit,” the alien said as the brush shut off and was removed from the tender area. Venom’s smirk should’ve told Eddie that this wasn’t over, but the man was being a bit naive and had started to relax.

“Besides, you have another one!”

Eddie was still too busy trying to catch his breath to protest, but the panic in his eyes said it all as the toothbrush came alive again and whirled around under his right arm this time.

“Aaahahahah!! Hahahahahaha-nooooo!! Fuhuhuhucker!! Yoohoohoooou suhuhuhuck!!”

“On the contrary we do not ‘suck’, but we can do this….”

The long tongue flowed out and began to drag repeatedly over Eddie’s bare belly, coaxing the tears from his eyes as he laughed insanely and kicked his feet against the ground. It slowly licked up his side, pushing his t-shirt up until it was right back into his other armpit to enthusiastically lap at the sensitive skin.

“Baahahahaah quihihihihit iiiiit!! B-Bad symbiote! Baahaad symbiote!! No lihihihicking!! Yoo-hou sick fuhuhuck!! Thaahaat’s naahaasty-eehehehehee!!”

“We forgot what a little bitch you could be, Eddie. Of course we know how to make you really cry like a baby,” the symbiote’s teeth gleamed as he grinned as wide as possible and began moving down Eddie’s legs, wrapping them together with his black goo in the process to keep him from kicking out.

The seemingly disembodied head was now facing the bare soles of his host that were madly twitching as Eddie tried to free himself.

“What have we here?” Venom grinned evilly and drew out a high-pitched squeal as his tongue licked up the bottom of a lethally ticklish foot, “Ohh so many nerves in such a small area. Maybe we can scrub them all away?”

Eddie’s eyes widened as he heard the buzzing sound of the toothbrush being activated once again.

“No wait, just wait a minute! I said waaAAHAAHAAHAHAHA!!”

The feeling of the stiff bristles twirling around in the sensitive lengths of his arches made Eddie nearly hit the roof. His mouth opened wide as he laughed at the top of his lungs with his entire body thrashing in vain to break free of the gooey restraints.

“Staahahaahaahaahahahap Vehehehehenom!! Thaahaahaat’s the wohohohorst spohahahahaaat!!”

“Oh Eddie, you say that no matter where you’re tickled,” Venom smirked as he spread apart the man’s toes one by one so the brush could work it’s spinning magic on the extremely tender spaces, making Eddie screech like a little kid.

“AHEEHEEHEEHAHAhahahaaha!! I t-taahaake it baahaahaaack!! TH-THAAHAAHAAAT’S the wohorst spooooooot!!”

“Like we haven’t heard that before.”

As he continued to zig zag the brush all across the bottom of one foot he then began to teasingly flick his tongue on the squirming sole of the other foot to double poor Eddie’s torment.

“HOHOLY SHIHIHIHIIIIT!! GAAHAHAHAAHAH!! I-I SAHAHAHAHAID NO-HO LICKIIIHEEHEEHEEENG!!”

“Yes, you did. But when have we ever listened to you?” Venom’s grin grew as his tongue stroked beneath the pads of the wriggling toes; the slight roughness of the dexterous muscle causing an extreme tickling sensation that Eddie couldn’t stand.

“AHAHAHAHA EHEEHEHAHAHAHAHA!! ENOHOHOHOUGH!! PLEEHEEHEEASE!! OKAAHAAY!! THE TOOHOOHOOTHBRU-BRUHUHUSH WAHAS N-NOHAHAHOT YOHOUR REEHEEHEAL PREHEHESENT!”

Venom withdrew his tongue for the moment to look curiously at his friend, though the toothbrush continued it’s reign of terror.

“What does that mean 'not our real present’?”

“Ihihit wahahas a johohohohoke!! I woohoohoo…!! I wouldn’t do-hoo thaahaahaahaaat to yahahaha!!”

All tickling finally stopped and Eddie tried to compose himself through his residual giggles as the alien looked back at him in wonder.

“So you did get us something else?”

The symbiote’s smile grew. He hadn’t been truly upset at thinking the gag gift was his real present, but he was glad to know that Eddie had taken this more seriously than he originally thought.

“Venom it’s your first Christmas, of course I got ya something that matters. Just please….for the love of GOD, get that thing away from my feet,” he laughed nervously as he nodded down at the toothbrush that was still buzzing away within inches of his cringing toes.

With the flick of a tentacle the toothbrush was shut off while at the same time gently releasing Eddie from his bonds. As he sat up he saw that Venom had shifted into his humanoid form as the alien handed over the hygienic device in good gesture to the blushing man.

“Well that really backfired on me, didn’t it?” Eddie laughed as he threw the toothbrush as hard as he could at the wall so that it exploded into several pieces of broken satisfaction upon impact, “Now just gimme a second here…”

He then crawled over to the tree and reached into the very back behind his recliner chair and pulled out a box that Venom hadn’t noticed before. Brushing the pine needles off that had fallen onto him in the process he turned and handed the package to his friend.

“Here’s your real present, dude. Don’t think you’ll end up tickle torturing me after this one,” Eddie chuckled as Venom narrowed his eyes teasingly and took the box from his hands.

“We will see, won’t we?”

Immediately he began to rip open the wrapping paper until it was all removed before cutting open the tape holding the box closed. Inside was tissue paper and more tissue paper as he dug to the bottom to find what Eddie had wrapped so meticulously.

There he saw that it was some kind of framed document as Venom curiously pulled it out of the box and began to read. After absorbing the words he then looked up at Eddie with astonishment in his eyes as the man gave a small smile and nodded.

“Yeah. I’m serious, buddy.”

Venom then looked back at the frame and began to read it out-loud.

“This is to certify that Venom has been formally adopted into the Brock family by Eddie Brock, and has agreed to hold and keep safe this symbiote forever in a loving home. He is entitled to all the rights and privileges there is as……a brother,” Venom choked the last part out and Eddie saw something in his eyes that he had never seen before.

“Just wanted you to know that you’ve always got a family with me, Venom. I mean, the papers aren’t official obviously 'cause I don’t think they allow you to adopt anything other than another human, but I thought you’d still appreciate it and….”

Eddie was cut off as Venom grabbed him into a tight hug, nearly smothering him as he held him against his chest.

“Th-Thank you, Eddie! Thank you! This means so much to us! We will love Eddie forever, and protect him with our very life! He is our brother, and we will never let anything bad happen to him ever again!”

Eddie laughed gently as he reassuringly patted him on the back.

“I love you too, man. You know as crazy as it may sound, besides Anne, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“We will always have your back, Eddie. You will never feel alone again. If you’re cold we will keep you warm. If you’re hurt we will heal you. If you’re sad we will make you laugh. You won’t have to worry about a thing, Eddie! We’ll take care of you!”

He lifted the man off the floor in his excitement as he gave enthusiastic licks to his face, making Eddie giggle as he strained his neck and tried to push him away.

“Heeheehe, dude, that tickles! Okaahaay, I get it! You’re welcome! You’re welcome!!”

Reluctantly Venom set him down, though he was unable to wipe the sharp-toothed grin from his face. After a moment Eddie cleared his throat as he then glanced over at their Christmas tree.

“So uhh…,” the reporter nodded to the last package underneath the tree, “That for me?”

Venom suddenly lost his grin as he looked over at the crudely wrapped gift. He knew Eddie wouldn’t judge his wrapping technique being that it was his first time attempting such a thing, but for some reason he still stared at it with guilt.

“Yes, but…”

“But what?”

Venom picked up the small package and held it away from him.

“No, just forget it. It’s stupid in comparison to what you’ve just given us.”

“Ahh c'mon, Venom. Whatever it is I’m sure I’ll love it.”

Venom hesitated for a few long moments before finally handing it over to him, and then changing back into his serpent form in his anxious state.

Eddie chuckled lightly as he tried to make sense of the excessive amount of tape covering the wrapping paper before finally pulling out a pocket knife and slicing away. Venom fidgeted and watched nervously during the whole process.

Finally Eddie got through the wrapping paper and reached the box, opening it as he peeked inside. He smirked as he reached in and pulled out a ceramic coffee mug, turning it over and glancing at the inscription on the side.

“World’s Best Human Host,” he smiled as he read it outloud, “You actually had them make this for me?”

Venom nodded apprehensively, though perking up at seeing that Eddie showed no signs of disappointment.

“I love it, man.”

Venom’s grin instantly returned upon hearing those words.

“You…You do?”

“Yeah, I really do. This is the best gift I’ve gotten in a long time, and I’m gonna use it every morning from now on. See? I’m gonna put it right here where everyone can see it,” he said as he walked over and placed it on the counter next to his coffee maker.

Venom beamed happily, knowing that Eddie liked it, and put it where it could be shown off to everyone. He quickly crawled over, making Eddie giggle as he slithered up around his body until he was splayed across his shoulders.
He adoringly rubbed his head against Eddie’s, making a purring noise in the process.

“Thanks, Eddie. We’re so happy right now.”

“Me too, buddy. I love both the gifts you’ve given me.”

Venom paused and his head craned around to look Eddie directly in the face as he cocked it to the side in confusion.

“Both? But…we only gave you the one thing.”

Eddie chuckled and shook his head, knowing full well that the symbiote had no idea what he was talking about.

“You gave me a lot more than that, Venom. You gave me your friendship at a time in my life when I needed it most, and I’ll never forget that. I meant what I said, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He pulled Venom’s head against his in a warm embrace as he stroked underneath his chin, making the symbiote alien glow with affection.

“Same here, Eddie. Same here.”<3

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My very first Venom Fanfiction, which I have written like two weeks ago or so.
I haven’t seen many ticklefics of this fandom and thus I decided to contribute one of my own and this is what came out. This is a long oneshot, just saying ;).

And guess what? The next one is already in progress and almost done.
And I am not sorry for this at all. I mean, come on guys: I can’t be the only one who wished this would have happened in the movie, right? XD.

Oh and one more important thing you need to know: English is NOT my first language, so I am very sorry for grammer/spelling mistakes. I hope it’s not too bad.

I have been gone from tumblr for one and a half year and just decided to come back and get active here again and this should be the first story for a fresh and new start on here.

For those who are looking for smut or a love story: Sorry guys, but Eddie and Venom are just very closed friends in my eyes and nothng more, so this might be the wrong place for you then ;).

And since this is a tickle story (and since my whole blog is a tickle blog) I ask you kindly to leave, if this is not your cup of tea, thank you.

As for the rest: I hope you will enjoy it :).

PS: That movie was amazing! Definitely going to watch it again and for me personally the best movie of 2018. It even beat Infinity War and Jurassic World 2 for me (but then, I am new to this Marvel stuff and I am not such a big fan of the Avengers. I know, I know: Shame on me ;P).

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Gaah! Finally getting around to reading your Venom stories!! Sorry for the delay! I love these two nerds so much so thank you for writing for them! ^_^ First of all I want to say that your English is not bad at all! You actually write better than a lot of native speakers that I’ve seen so don’t even worry about having perfect grammar and all that. Your writing is really good too! I love how you set up the beginning just describing Eddie’s adaption to living with his new alien buddy, and the struggle of having to constantly satisfy his need to eat things. As well as the silly moments like Venom chewing up the tv remote, heheh. XD

And yes yes, the tickling set up was perfect! I love these type of “tickle origin” stories where one character discovers the other character’s ticklish weakness, especially when it’s someone who doesn’t understand tickling or even know of its existence. So fun! Poor poor Eddie. Your descriptions of the actions are so well done that I could see it all play out in my head, and that is awesome because it’s almost like I’m watching it happen in the actual movie! XD I love Venom sneaking in the little tickles until he got the reaction that he was looking for, and then Eddie having to awkwardly try to explain how tickling worked to Venom while at the same time trying to convince him to drop the subject. But Venom is just too curious! XD

Oh gosh, the descriptions of Eddie being all adorable with his helpless squirming and endless giggle fits just has my head swimming and my stomach feeling all fluttery. It is so damn cute to picture him in that situation! And I enjoyed reading Venom’s thoughts as he tried to figure out exactly why the tickling caused such reactions, with him teasing Eddie about how humans are so weak. XD Then Eddie just HAD to call him a parasite and then received what was probably the worst tickling of his life. But at least they came to agreement; over food for Venom naturally. lol Eddie, you idiot! Using the “P”-word again! XD He deserved more tickles! <3

Again, thanks so much for writing Venom fluffy, tickle stuff! It made my day to read it, and I hope to read your other fics soon!!

Here’s the fic I wrote to go along with the picture I drew. Here’s the link for that if you want to see a bigger version http://lovemybluebully.tumblr.com/post/181024306534/like-i-said-before-holy-shit-tom-hardy-is-not

Summary: All Eddie wanted was to enjoy a little snack for himself, but that’s impossible when you live with a chocolate-loving alien. M/M Tickle Fic

Word Count:2,987

Getting time to oneself when having an alien parasite inside your body 24/7 could be a treat.

Eddie had an agreement with Venom; whenever asked he would be granted privacy, and it didn’t matter the reason. Though usually it was just for small things like taking a shower; just as he was doing now.

It was a time that Eddie treasured, for though he and Venom had created a tight bond it was still nice to get the symbiote out of his head for a few precious moments. And the alien would be fine on his own outside of a host for a little while without any harm coming to him.

But sadly that time was now coming to an end. Eddie prepared himself as he walked out the bathroom while looking down at his hands that were finishing buttoning up his over-shirt.

“Alright, buddy, timeout is over.”

He finally looked up after a moment when he received no reply as he glanced around his small apartment.

“Venom?”

It was then he noticed that the window to the fire escape was slightly open. He figured Venom must have slipped out as he frequently did to go up onto the roof and pick off a few pigeons for a snack.

Perfect. Now was his chance.

Practically tip-toeing over to his kitchen he reached into the very back of one of the cupboards and pulled out a chocolate bar. Anne had made him a small hidden stash of them that Venom did not know about because if he did then they’d be gone in the blink of an eye.

Eddie didn’t mind sharing things with Venom normally, but chocolate was the one sweet that he could never get more than a taste of before Venom gobbled down the whole thing.

As quietly as possible, he tore open the wrapper while taking brief glances over his shoulder at the window to make sure the coast was clear. Getting the top peeled open he then took a bite off of an exposed corner of the chocolate as he slowly chewed the small piece.

It was just as good as he could remember, and his mind focused entirely on the taste, putting him into a bit of an euphoric high. Everything else in the world was now oblivious to him as he thoroughly enjoyed the chocolate that was melting over his tongue.

Nothing could spoil this moment for him.

“Eddie….”

Eddie froze mid-chew when he heard the deep voice behind him. He had been so lost in the ecstasy of flavor that he had forgotten to be on the look out for his alien companion to make his return.

Slowly he swallowed his mouthful as he tried to conceal the chocolate bar behind him while he turned around.

“Oh he-hey there, pal. I was looking all over for you. And look, there you are,” he laughed nervously as the serpent-formed Venom gave him a skeptical look.

“What are you doing, loser?”

“Me? Um, nothing nothing. Like I said, just trying to find where you went. I was about to send out a search party, ya know?”

His lame attempt at a condescending joke only made Venom even more suspicious.

“Don’t patronize me. What’s that behind your back?”

“What? It’s nothing, I’m just stretching my arm out. See?” Eddie pulled on the arm behind his back with his other hand, making his body twist into an uncomfortable looking position, “Ohh man, that feels sooo niiiice.”

Venom couldn’t read his mind since their bodies weren’t currently connected, but he’d have to be pretty dumb to not know that Eddie was hiding something from him.

“Do you think we’re really that stupid?”

“No! Of course not!” Eddie protested, but then couldn’t help the smirk that crept over his face as he shrugged, “Well….sometimes.”

At that moment both of his hands were revealed as he saw Venom’s head immediately whip in the direction of the one holding the candy. He gasped as he fumbled to hide it again behind his back, but it was too late.

Venom launched himself at him, knocking into Eddie hard and toppling him over onto his back. Eddie didn’t even try to catch himself with his hands as he was more preoccupied with trying not to drop the chocolate and fending off Venom so he hit the floor with a loud thud.

Seeing the candy bar in his host’s hand, Venom moved his head toward it before Eddie grabbed him around what might be considered his ‘neck’ to stop his momentum. The man desperately tried to keep him back while continuing to hold the chocolate out of reach.

“Eddie lied to us,” he hissed as the man growled in return and struggled with him.

“You bet your ass I did! Now back off!”

“Once you hand it over then we will.”

“Ha! Over my dead body!”

“Just give us the chocolate, Eddie,” Venom grinned, knowing he could easily take whatever he wanted that the man was holding, but the day had started off a little slow so why not make it more interesting? It would be much more fun to make Eddie just hand it over willingly.

“Or suffer the consequences.”

Black tendrils crept out of his body as Eddie eyed them anxiously, knowing exactly what they were about to do to him.

“No!! Venom, no!!” His voice cracking as he yelped, trying to scoot away from the tendrils even though he knew they were attached to him and went along wherever he went.

“This is your last chance. Surrender or die,” Venom smirked, expecting Eddie to just hand over the candy bar now that he knew the threat was real.

But Eddie wasn’t ready to call it quits yet and ended up grinning in defiance.

“Yeah, you can just fuck right off, parasite.”

He knew there was a big chance that even after giving up the chocolate Venom would still end up torturing him anyways. At least this way he would be able to save face.

The symbiote growled playfully while the tendrils quickly moved in, knowing the exact spots to hit to get Eddie squirming as an explosion of hysterical giggles burst out of his victim.

“Aaheheheeheeheehe! Fuckin’ paahaahaarasite! Stahahap it!” Eddie wriggled on his back, though still managing to leave his arms spread to keep Venom and the chocolate a safe distance apart.

“Eddie is soooo ticklish,”Venom stated the obvious to tease him as the tendrils probed along the man’s heaving belly and tickled between every single rib, never failing to get a reaction.

Learning that humans had such a vulnerability was one of Venom’s favorite discoveries since arriving on Earth, though he would’ve never known about it had it not been for Anne.

Eddie had been teasing her as they sat on his couch, stealing a USB drive from her laptop containing an important case she’d been working on. He told her he’d only give it back if she promised to accept his invitation for her and Dan to come over for dinner and drinks the next night.

She was resistant, stating lack of time and various other reasons as she clamored to retrieve the USB drive from him, but he held it out of reach. She’d practically climbed on top of him before he shoved the hand holding the device behind his back, and that’s when she had attacked.

At the time, Venom wasn’t exactly sure what she was doing. Anne mercilessly teased the reporter about how “ticklish” he was as she simply wiggled her fingers into his sides, making Eddie’s body flinch about like she was shocking him.

Eddie was begging her to stop as he tried to push her away with his free hand, but at the same time the guy was laughing his head off; his contradicting reactions confusing the hell out of Venom.

The laughter proved that she wasn’t hurting him, and that alone would’ve led Venom to believe that Eddie was enjoying it. But yet for some reason he still tried to get away from her.

The squirming and hysterically laughing Eddie was in tears in no time, and had finally gave up Anne’s possession amidst declarations of surrender. Though after playfully ruffling his hair she promised that she and Dan would be in attendance for dinner as requested.

When it was all over, Venom had had many questions for the increasingly blushing Eddie, and he reluctantly did his best to explain what it was all about. The bottom line that Venom learned though was that the action was completely harmless.

Back on his own planet Venom’s species was more adept to violence and destruction against other beings, but he didn’t want to hurt Eddie. So it pleased him greatly that he still had a weapon to use on him that didn’t harm a hair on his body.

Not to mention he found his reactions to the tickling to be extremely amusing. Not just the pleas for mercy and all the defenseless writhing he did, but Venom genuinely enjoyed hearing the sound of Eddie’s laughter; his uncontrollable high-pitched giggling in particular.

Just like he was doing now.

“Heeheeheehe aahahahahaha! Eeheeheehee-eeheeat shihihit!”

Eddie definitely had some fight in him today. Usually he’d resort to curling up in the fetal position and begging for mercy within seconds, but instead he was throwing spirited insults, and leaving his sides exposed in order to keep Venom away. He was struggling, but he was doing it.

He must’ve really wanted to keep that chocolate bar for himself, but Venom was intrigued to see how long his friend could really hold out.

“If chocolate is considered 'shit’ then yes, we will eat it. Now you will share with us, or we can tickle you to death,”he sent a tentacle down the left arm holding him to worm its way into the wide-open armpit.

Eddie let out a girlish squeal, wanting so badly to pull his arm in close to protect the highly sensitive spot, but his arm only shuddered as he fought to hold on.

“HEEEEheeheehee naahahahaho! Shaahaare?!?! You’ll….You’ll eeheeheeat the whole thihihing! Geh-Gehehet your ohohohown!”

“But we’d have to go all the way to the market to get another, and why do that when you’ve got one right here?” Venom grinned as he licked over his teeth, drooling as he imagined the taste of chocolate in his mouth.

“Thehere’s more in the ki-kitchehen, you aahaahaass!” Eddie yelped, accidentally giving that information up as a sudden darkness flooded Venom’s large eyes.

“MORE?!” The symbiote growled loudly, shocked to learn that this wasn’t all Eddie had been hiding from him. Some of the tendrils at Eddie’s stomach instantly pooled together to form a clawed hand that began scratching and digging haphazardly into his tummy and waist.

“How long have you been keeping this from us?!”

Eddie was laughing so hard at this point that he was in tears as his tenacity to take any more was beginning to fade.

“Bwahahahahaahaa!! Lo-hahahaa!! Long enohohohough!! Deeheeheeheeheeal wihihith ihihihit!!”

“Oh we’ll deal with it alright….,” Venom grinned devilishly as he increased the speed of the tickling, knowing damn well that Eddie was near his breaking point. Though he absolutely loved that Eddie was being defiant and stubborn until the very end.

Still that itch to get his friend begging him for mercy was becoming impossible to ignore….

Eddie was going downhill fast. This was one of the worst ticklings that Venom had ever given him, partially due to the fact that instead of being restrained Eddie was having to use his own will to keep his arms away from his body. The torture was both mental and physical this time.

Still he had lasted this long though so he had high hopes that Venom might decide to give up before he did. Of course Venom sensed these thoughts of his, and couldn’t help but chuckle at his wishful thinking.

“Hehe, not happening, Eddie. We’ll tickle you all night if we have to. One way or another we shall have that chocolate.”

Upon hearing that and with more tendrils manifesting to tickle underneath his arm that was clutching the chocolate bar Eddie lasted only a few more seconds before his will completely broke.

He immediately dropped the candy and released Venom simultaneously as both his arms flew down to clutch protectively at his sides.

“Aaahhahaha!! Ok ok!! I gihihive up, you fuhuhucker!! You caahaan haa-have it!! Pleeheeheease Vehehenom!! I…I’ll nehehever hide aahaahaanything frohom you agahahahahain!!”

He rolled on the ground, laughing hysterically and trying to push the tendrils away from his ravaged torso, but they only continued to tickle him relentlessly. Surprisingly Venom didn’t make any attempt to hold him down, and just allowed him to freely flail and squirm around.

“We don’t believe liars, and liars deserve to be punished,” the alien smirked, running his tongue along the side of Eddie’s neck where he knew it was ticklish as the helpless man squeaked and curled up even tighter.

“I’m no-hahahaot lying-hahahahaa….thihishis tihihime!! I swehehehear!! I-I learned my lehehesson!!”

“Now you’re lying to yourself too. You never learn your lesson,” Venom snickered.

They both knew it was true, but Eddie still took some offense to it.

“Y-You’re an asshohohohole!!”

“Now you’ve asked for it!”

Eddie immediately found himself pinned down as the symbiote honed in on his worst spots. His shirt was lifted for a sea of tiny tendrils to tease his bare stomach, while two hands formed from the black ooze to scratch and dig into his armpits.

Any shred of dignity that he had left was gone now as he completely gave in.

“Aaahahaa!! No no nohohoho-Stohohop!! Bahahahahaah!! Pleeheeheease!! Pleeheease I’m behehegging yoooo-hooou!! I cahaan’t…I can’t tahaahaake aaahaahaany m-more tihihickling!!”

Venom relished in the way Eddie begged him to stop, and the symbiote was severely tempted to yank the shoes off of his feet and really get him going crazy, but he resisted the urge. Eddie had been a good sport, and Venom didn’t want to push him too far.

Besides, there would be plenty of chances to tickle him again later.

Eddie wheezed for air and pulled his arms in close once the tendrils finally backed off of him. Venom only grinned and got on the floor next to him, affectionately rubbing his snake-like head against the side of Eddie’s face.

“Remind me…why I keep…you around…,” the man panted as he summoned the energy to gently scratch under Venom’s chin.

“Because you love us, Eddie.”

Eddie chuckled with a nod of his head.

“Yeah, I know. What’s wrong with me? Allowing a real life tickle monster to live in my house-eheheehee,” he giggled and curled up a little as a lone tendril wiggled into his ribs.

As he rolled onto his side Eddie’s eyes then fell on the forgotten chocolate bar laying near him; the cause of this whole crazy scenario that had just played out.

He looked up as a tendril reached out and plucked it off the floor before holding the whole chocolate bar out to him.

“Go ahead, Eddie. You can eat it,” Venom said gently as he dropped it onto Eddie’s chest and moved back from him.

Eddie blinked in surprise as he sat up and hesitantly picked up the chocolate while keeping his eye on the alien.

“Just like that? You’re just going to let me have it now?”

Venom nodded as Eddie broke into a smirk.

“Well thanks, but ya know you could have just done that from the beginning and skipped all that tickling crap.”

“Yes, but we did want it at the time. Plus we love to hear Eddie make all those funny noises.”

Eddie rolled his eyes before breaking the bar in half and handing an unwrapped piece back to the symbiote, who only stared in confusion.

“You really think I wouldn’t share, you asshole? Besides, I don’t think you’ve had dark chocolate before. Go on, try it.”

Venom bent down to eat the piece of out Eddie’s hand like a horse, chewing it slowly so he could process the taste.

“Well whaddya think?” Eddie awaited his response as Venom swallowed the contents in his mouth and grinned.

“That was delicious!! We had no idea this existed!”

“Yeah, there’s a few kinds of chocolate. I’ll get you some so you can try them all, and then decide which you like best,” Eddie had unwrapped his part of the bar and was about to put it in his mouth when he noticed Venom staring at him and drooling.

“Uhh, do you mind?”

“Give us the chocolate, Eddie….”

“What?! No! No, you said I could have this, and I’m gonna!” He quickly tried to shove the piece into his mouth, but a tendril slapped it out of his hand as he dove for where it landed on the floor.

“Five second rule!” Eddie yelled as he attempted to eat it off the wood floor, nearly choking on it as Venom began poking at his sides, but still managing to swallow every crumb. He wiped his mouth as he sat up to glare at the smirking alien.

“Dick. You couldn’t even let me enjoy that, could you?”

“You said there is more….Where is the stash?” Venom leaned over him menacingly with a growl, but Eddie only rolled his eyes, finding the symbiote’s intimidation attempts never worked anymore.

“That’s for me to know, and you never to find ouHOUHOUuut! Stohahap, you aahaahaasshole! I’m-I’m not tahahalking! Aahahaheehee! Ya hear meheehee?! You’ll nehehee-never fihihind it! Nehehehever!”

Much to Venom’s delight, Eddie forgot that the symbiote was currently able to read his mind and knew exactly where the rest of the chocolate was being hidden.

But he’d let him figure that out on his own.

“You’ll tell us, Eddie. You always do,” Venom grinned as tendrils tickled and held the thrashing man against the floor, while others moved down to began unlacing his shoes.

lovemybluebully:

Killed two birds with one stone in this one. :D

“Prompt, Venom first learning about Halloween and he begs Eddie to take him trick or treating but he declines and he tickles him until he says yes.”

AND

“How about Anne and Venom teaming up on Eddie? Well, I think Eddie will get tortured badly XD”

Yes, I know Halloween is long over, but this was too cute to pass up. XD Haven’t had much time for writing and with occasional writer’s block I didn’t get it out as soon as I wanted to, but here it is now. Hope you’ll still enjoy it. ^_^


Summary: Being from another planet Venom didn’t know about the Halloween celebration until the night of, but Eddie denies his request to go trick-or-treating. Thankfully Anne has an idea to convince him otherwise. M/M and F/M Tickle Fic

Word Count: 3,049

Was just aiming to write a little short something, but you know how it goes. XD

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Reblog for the morning people :)

Killed two birds with one stone in this one. :D

“Prompt, Venom first learning about Halloween and he begs Eddie to take him trick or treating but he declines and he tickles him until he says yes.”

AND

“How about Anne and Venom teaming up on Eddie? Well, I think Eddie will get tortured badly XD”

Yes, I know Halloween is long over, but this was too cute to pass up. XD Haven’t had much time for writing and with occasional writer’s block I didn’t get it out as soon as I wanted to, but here it is now. Hope you’ll still enjoy it. ^_^


Summary: Being from another planet Venom didn’t know about the Halloween celebration until the night of, but Eddie denies his request to go trick-or-treating. Thankfully Anne has an idea to convince him otherwise. M/M and F/M Tickle Fic

Word Count: 3,049

Was just aiming to write a little short something, but you know how it goes. XD

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Venom had questions. So many questions.

Eddie tried to keep in mind that Venom was not of this world so a lot of human customs and actions were…well, alien to him. He did his best to explain things when the symbiote’s curiosities arose, though couldn’t help feeling like he was babysitting a toddler half the time they went out in public.

Still he had gotten used to the constant inquiries by now, and came to expect them at any given moment in the day. Just like tonight.

“Eddie, what is happening?” They symbiote asked, peeking out from underneath the hood on Eddie’s sweater as they walked through the city.

“What are you talking about?” Eddie asked, not really paying attention as he was looking down at his smart phone and writing a text.

“There are mutants running around on the streets,” Venom had such concern in his voice so Eddie finally looked up, but then just rolled his eyes when he realized what night it was.

“Relax, they aren’t mutants. They’re just kids in costumes celebrating Halloween.”

“Halloween?”

“It’s a sort of holiday. Every year on the thirty-first of October kids dress up as whatever they want to be. It’s just for fun, and they can become anything from a scary monster to a superhero to looking like their favorite celebrity. The possibilities are endless really,” Eddie explained as Venom took a moment to analyze that information.

“Hmm, a strange tradition, though I guess we understand the idea of wanting to pretend to be something one is not.”

“Yeah, there’s that, but they also do it for all the free candy it gets them.”

A mental record scratch sounded inside Venom’s head.

“…..Candy?”

Eddie nodded, and pushed Venom’s head back inside his hood to keep him hidden.

“Hey, someone’s gonna see you. Yes, candy. The kids walk around the neighborhoods in their costumes, ringing people’s door bells and saying ‘Trick or treat’, and then the people give them candy.”

“Would this candy happen to include…chocolate?”

“Yeah, usually. Sometimes people even give out the fullsize bars if they’re lucky,” he looked down to type another text, not noticing how Venom was now drooling a little more than usual.

“Well that settles it. We should participate in this quest of acquiring these candies.”

Eddie snorted and shook his head.

“It’s called trick-or-treating. And absolutely not. It’s only for kids anyways.”

“You’re short enough to pass for a child,” Venom smirked, making Eddie growl at his insult as he finally put his phone into his pocket.

“Fuck you. I’m not that short. Another problem is we don’t have a costume.”
This is where Venom got really excited.

“I will be our costume! Problem solved! Don’t you see, Eddie? We’ll blend right in!”

“Sorry, no way. We’re not going trick-or-treating. If you want chocolate I’ll buy you some in the morning.”

“But Eddie, why buy when it is free?”

Eddie was getting a little annoyed with Venom’s persistence on the topic, and snapped at him briefly.

“Because we’re not little kids, and I’m not going to spend my night begging for free candy that’s why! Besides, I promised Anne we’d stop by tonight,” he pulled back his sleeve to look down at his watch, realizing that they were running late as he hurried along.

“Edddddiiiiiiieeee…..”

“Not another word about it. No candy. That’s final.”

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“Hey guys, nice of you to come by. I haven’t gotten to see you in awhile,” she gave Eddie a friendly kiss on the cheek as he nodded and stepped into her condo.

“Yeah, I know. Sorry, just been a little crazy at work lately, but glad you were free tonight.”

As Eddie shrugged off his big sweatshirt Anne noticed Venom draped limply over his shoulder with a disappointed look on his face.

“Why so glum, Venom?” Anne asked with genuine concern, having become just as attached to him as Eddie was. The serpent-shaped alien sighed sadly.

“Eddie was telling us about this wonderful event called Halloween that’s happening tonight, but he won’t let us do the trick-or-treat thing.”

“What? Why not, Eddie? It’d be a good experience for him to get out around more people,” she appeared shocked that he would even fathom the idea of not allowing Venom to participate, making Eddie facepalm in disbelief.

“Anne, please don’t encourage this. I’ve told him 'no’ several times already.”

“Well you should reconsider. You know he’d love all the free chocolate that you guys would get,” the lawyer winked at his friend who perked up instantly upon finding that Anne was on his side, as well as with the mention of his favorite treat.

“YES!! Chocolate!!”

“See? Don’t tell me that I know your symbiote’s addictions more than you do,” she chuckled as Eddie rolled his eyes.

“No, I’m very aware of his fixations, but the answer is still no. I’ve made up my mind,” he crossed his arms with a firm nod and glanced back at the again discouraged Venom to make sure he was listening.

“Oh give it a rest. Just take the little guy trick-or-treating. It won’t kill you,” Anne teased as she poked him in the ribs while he wasn’t looking.

“Aay!” He jumped as he swatted at her offending hand and recovered, “You’re right, I wouldn’t be that lucky.”

“Stop being so morose. C'mooon Eddiiiie, go have a little fun,” she cornered him by the front door and shortly tickled him about the waist as he curled over in a fit of giggles and tried to block her with his arms.

“Heeheeheehee! Stohahop! You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“Sorry, but I’m a lawyer, and it’s my job to defend the righteous. Now are you going to take him or not?”

“Um yeah, not,” Eddie maintained, thinking he had gotten the final say, but learned how wrong he was when Anne smugly looked over at his alien companion.

“Venom, have I ever told you how ridiculously ticklish Eddie is?”

Her grin grew as she watched the color instantly drain out of the man’s face.

“Is that the thing where he gets all weird and laughs for no reason if I touch certain areas on his body? Like you were just doing? He told me he would die if I kept doing that to him,” Venom tilted his head with uncertainty as he now eyed his friend.

“Eddie, now why would you lie to him like that? No, he definitely will not die. Well, maybe of embarrassment once you get him squealing like a little girl,” she giggled as Eddie tried to put on a tough face and act like what she was saying wasn’t having an effect on him.

“C'mon Anne, that’s a bit of an exaggeration. I’d say I’m moderately ticklish at best. Nothing out of the ordinary-HEE!”

Anne could move deceptively fast when she wanted as she reached over and goosed his side before he even knew what was happening.

“Really, you could literally tickle him anywhere and he’d react. He’s just that ticklish.”

“So it doesn’t hurt him?” Venom asked carefully, always having worried that doing such a thing would damage his host’s body in some way. At least that’s what Eddie had convinced him.

“Nope. All it does is make him giggle,” she laughed herself as Eddie blushed and just resigned himself to the situation.

“Ok whatever, so I’m really ticklish. We can all stop making fun of me now.”

But Anne wasn’t done yet.

“By the way, did Eddie ever explain to you why the kids say trick-or-treat?”

The symbiote shook his snake-like head with interest while Eddie tried to figure out what Anne was up to.

“It’s like a trade off. See they’re basically giving an option; you either give them a treat, or you get some kind of trick played on you. And from the looks of this situation it seems like Eddie is not making with the treats. Which means….”

“Time for a trick!” Venom shouted; proud that he had figured it out, though Eddie was still lost on what that meant for him.

“Exactly! And I think I’ve got just the thing to convince him to take you trick-or-treating….”

She struck before Eddie could get wise to her plan, lunging forward and tickling his sides mercilessly. Eddie was laughing immediately as he flailed at her hands and backed up, trying to get away from her.

“Heeheehee! Anne dohon’t! Ahah! Why are you…eeheehehe…helping him?!”

“Because he deserves it! And besides, this’ll be fun!” She pursued him with fingers poking and wiggling into his waist as he squirmed like mad and stumbled back into the furniture.

“Nohoho! Aaa-Anne! Hahahahah! Don’t tickle don’t tickle!”

Anne pushed into him hard so he fell back onto her couch as she hovered over him and continued attacking his ribcage.

“Ohhh look, I’m tickling you! Coochie coochie coo!”    

“No! Heeheeheehee-no! Please! I’ll do aahaaanything!” Eddie begged between laughs as he wriggled back and forth and hugged his arms around his body for some protection.

“Take Venom trick-or-treating then,” Anne grinned smugly, winking up at the alien who was watching the whole thing and certain that he’d be eating bottomless chocolate in no time. But Eddie only shook his head.

“Exce-hept for thaahaahaat!”

“Those are our terms, and if you do not concede then I’m afraid we have no choice then to continue the torture,” the way Eddie was curling up was making it a little harder to get at his torso now, “Hey, help me out here, Venom?”

The symbiote was more than ready to join in.

“On it. Put your arms up,” he commanded his host as he took control of his body and made him lift his arms over his head.

“No!” The journalist shrieked as he yanked them back down with all his strength, only to have them pulled back up, then down, then up in a sort of tug-o-war with his inner parasite.

“Put them up!”

“No, please! I want to live!” Eddie laughed frantically as he looked up at Anne’s hungry smile, knowing that she was going to absolutely wreck him if he couldn’t guard any of his spots.

Finally Venom just wrapped the man’s wrists together in the black ooze and held his arms up by force much to Eddie’s horror.

“Shit! Guys please! Don’t do this to me-Hehe! Hehahaha ahahahahahahaha! No stop! Staahahahahaaap!!”

Anne had descended upon him once more in a fury of tickles, causing Eddie’s whole body to stiffen as he screwed his eyes shut and threw his head back in guffaws.

“Sorry, can’t stop until you change your mind. Oooh, this was always a good spot…,” her fingers raked along his belly, making sure to squeeze up and down his waist in between as the man squealed and thrashed on the couch.

“Eeheheheheheehee! Hehehelp! Hahahahahaa! Someone he-helllllp!” He yelled out to no one in particular, and not really expecting anyone to actually come to his aid. Naturally his plea was used against him.

“Did you hear that, Venom? He wants you to help me,” Anne smirked at the symbiote, who looked like he had been patiently waiting for his invite.

“I heard it. If that’s what he wants,”Venom grinned as a handful of tendrils emerged from Eddie’s back and began flicking around inside his armpits.

“Bahaahhaah!! Nohohohohooo!! Thaahaat’s n-not what I…..C'mon guhuhuys!! Ihihit’s only fuhucking caahaandy!!”

“It’s not just 'fucking candy’, Eddie. It’s OUR fucking candy!” Venom growled as tendrils exploded out and began attacking all over Eddie’s body. They tickled his ribs, his neck, his knees, under his arms, even behind his ears, while Anne got full reign of his stomach.

Eddie was now a crying hysterical mess as his squirming turned violent, causing Venom to quickly restrain his kicking legs to keep Anne out of any danger.

“Aaahahahahahahahaa!! St…Stop stohahahahahooop!! Hahahahahaahaaha!! You’re bohohoth cra-haazy!!”

“Are we? You’re the one who’d rather be tickled to death than go to a few doors asking for candy,” Anne giggled, squeezing his waist area once more while tears ran down her ex’s cheeks from laughing too hard.

But Eddie realized she was right. This was way too much for him to endure over something as nonsensical as candy.

“Ahaha! Ahahalright!! For the lohohove of Go-hahahah-od, juhuhust stooooop!! Fuhuhuhuck!!”

“You think he means it?” Anne looked over at the symbiote with a smirk as he took a quick scan of Eddie’s mind and nodded.

“Yes, he does. He’s not as stupid as he looks sometimes,” he then retreated all the tendrils back inside Eddie’s body as Anne also relented and moved off of the panting man, who was now shooting Venom a dirty glare.

“Gee….thanks….asshole,” he growled, flinching as Venom leaned in and the long tongue licked the side of his face.

“You’re welcome, Eddie. So treat now?”

Eddie shoved the alien’s head away with a roll of his eyes as he got up.

“Yeah ok, treat. Just no more tricks, deal?”

“Deal! Now lets go!” Venom was already moving to the door while Eddie tried to protest.

“Don’t I get a minute to…”

“NOW!!”

“Alright alright, geez!” He looked back at Anne with a shrug as Venom dragged him along, “Ok, I guess we’re going.”

“Bye boys, have fun!” Anne waved, hiding her laughing smile behind her hand. With Venom’s insatiable drive and curiosity she had a feeling that Eddie was going to be way over his head with this one.


HOURS LATER…..

Eddie groaned as he stumbled through the door of his apartment with a garbage bag loaded with candy in his arms. Venom had insisted they keep going until the bag was full, making it now almost midnight for a very tired Eddie Brock.

Venom was practically bouncing on his shoulders with excitement.

“Dump it out! We wants to see it all!”

Eddie didn’t even argue and just emptied the bag all over the living room floor as Venom disconnected from his body with a gleeful squeal and dove into the pile of candy. He didn’t bother to unwrap any of the candies and just ate them wrapper and all.

“Take it easy, you’ll get a stomachache,” Eddie warned with a shake of his head, though knowing that Venom had no problem eating anything you could throw at him. Not that he cared after all the miles of walking he’d been forced to do.

He wasn’t even going to try to make it to his bed and just collapsed onto his couch in exhaustion; kicking off his shoes and putting his feet up to lay down as he threw an arm over his tired eyes.

“Aren’t you going to try some?” Venom asked with a mouthful as he continued to dig through the mound.

“No,” Eddie grunted bluntly, not moving a muscle.

“But it’s the most delicious thing we’ve ever eaten! Better than those human heads we got to bite off!”

“Whoopdie-fuckin’-doo,” he grumbled once more as Venom paused in his binging for the moment.

“Is Eddie mad at us?”

The journalist groaned loudly at the persistence of his roommate.

“Venom, it’s been a really long night. I’m exhausted, I feel like I’ve walked half way around the whole city, and my dogs are killin’ me.”

The symbiote was confused.

“But Eddie, you don’t own a dog…”

“It’s an expression. It means my feet hurt. Now just keep it down, I’m trying to sleep.”

The black alien tilted his head with concern and swallowed what was in his mouth before making his way over to where his host lay.

“We have worn out our Eddie. Perhaps we can help?”Venom slithered up onto the couch, shifting into his man-like form so Eddie’s feet were now on his lap, “A massage?”

Eddie was pleasantly surprised by Venom’s uncharacteristic offer, but didn’t think anything of it as he nodded with a small smile. If Venom could heal his broken bones then surely he could make a little soreness easily go away.

“Sure, thanks buddy. I mean, it’s the least you could do for dragging me all over the city. Just watch it, my feet are pretty ticklish,” he chuckled softly, though unable to see the sly grin that crept onto his friend’s face.

“Oh, are they?”

The tired journalist could now feel his ankles being wrapped by tendrils as he instinctively pulled back on his legs, only to find that it had been to keep him immobile.

“Hey, uh, wh…what’re you doing?” He asked nervously as he moved his arm off of his eyes to look up, though deep down he already knew exactly what was on the symbiote’s mind.

“…..Tickling.”

With that definite confirmation Eddie quickly sat up in dread and yanked even harder on his legs.

“No no, don’t! Let me go, man! You said no more tricks!”

“Just lay back and relax,” Venom smirked as Eddie was forcefully pulled back down against the cushions while the big alien then easily removed the man’s socks, “Don’t think you’ll need these.”

He briefly dangled them for the panic-stricken Eddie to see before tossing them over the back of the couch.

“No dude, please! I can’t take it! What do you want from me?!”

The teasing was paused with Venom giving Eddie a mischievous grin.

“I think you know. Promise to take us trick-or-treating every year?”

Eddie momentarily lost his fear as he shouted in outrage.

“What?! Are you out of your mind?! No goddamn way!”

Venom had hoped that Eddie still had a little fight left in him, and his sudden outburst showed that he had the energy. As more tendrils began to manifest he saw the man’s eyes widen as he swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat from nervous anticipation.

Eddie didn’t always think things through, and his stubbornness made it even harder for him to go along with the symbiote’s ideas most of the time. But if Eddie was as ticklish on his feet as he claimed then Venom had no doubt that he’d fold and agree to his demands in no time.

For now the journalist would just have to learn the hard way, and hearing his uncontrollable giggling with only a single tendril stroking the bottom of his foot told Venom that this would be a lesson he wouldn’t forget any time soon.