#ler!gamora

My first Guardians of the galaxy fanfic!!! I absolutely love these films!! This takes place between after Endgame and before Guardians of the galaxy vol 3. I hope you enjoy!!! I had a lot of fun writing this.

Warnings: Some cursing if that’s uncomfortable for you, also this is a tickle fic so if you don’t like that or it makes you uncomfortable feel free not to read :)

Peter Quill had to admit he was surprised when he found out who his dad was, but he was very much glad to be rid of him, especially with everything he had done to Peter. He was also, even more so surprised, to find out he had a half sister. She had a strange way of speaking, but honestly, it grew on him as they hung out more. After having beaten Thanos, they were finally able to go back to the per usual wild and wacky adventures. But this time they had Mantis and Nebula on the team. Mantis still didn’t seem to know that much about humans and other alien species, or… well… anything for that matter. But that was ok with him. He didn’t mind at all teaching her new things. Accept for when it backfires…

“What is she doing?” Mantis asked when she saw Gamora on top of Drax, and she was skittering her fingers up and down his sides. Apparently he had pissed her off and she got him back the safest way she could.

Tickling.

Peters mouth twitched upwards, “you don’t know what tickling is?”

“No..” Mantis said curiously, “is that dangerous? Drax looks like he is in danger.”

Peter had to laugh at that. “No he isn’t in danger. He probably only feels like he is though.”

Mantis squinted in confusion. Peter sighed, “here let me show you.” He wiggled his fingers against her sides. Nothing.

He squeezed, poked, and prodded all over her sides and stomach, even daring to try and wiggle at her armpits. But she didn’t move or say anything.

Peter furrowed his eyebrows, “huh, I guess you aren’t ticklish.”

Mantis cocked her head slightly.

“Ticklish? Like ticking?”

“Yeah,” said Peter, “pretty much when someone is sensitive.”

“I am not sensitive?” Mantis asked.

“I guess not.” Peter said with a slight laugh and mild disappointment. It would’ve been nice to be able to tickle her and make her laugh.

“Are you sensitive?” Mantis asked with genuine curiosity.

Peter blushed, “w-wha- me? Uhm… I mean… I-I guess…”

Mantis then suddenly began to mimic Peters previous finger movements and wiggled her fingers against his sides.

Peter yelped, “OHOHOkahay l-let’s not do that…” He said as he grabbed her wrists to push her away.

“Why? Aren’t you ticklish?”

“Y-Yeah but…” Peter was completely red in the face by now. “It’s not something you always do to people.”

“He’s just being a big baby.” Gamora interjected. She had stopped tickling Drax a while ago and was listening to their conversation.

“Gamora…” Peter warned.

“Let me show you how it’s done.” Gamora told Mantis with a sly grin. Peter knew he was screwed. He couldn’t fight back against freaking Gamora, and he wasn’t stupid enough to try. All he could do was back away slowly and pray that she’d go easy on him.

Gamora pounced and within 2 seconds, she had him straddled with his arms forced in a death grip above his head.

“Watch and learn Mantis. From my experience, Peter Quill is one of the most ticklish people I’ve met in this galaxy.”

“Oh for fucks sake…” Peter said exasperatedly, as if to say ‘I cant believe this is happening right now.’

“What was that Quill?” Gamora asked as she poked his side, causing him to flinch and let out a small yet unwanted squeak.

“Nohohthing!” The anticipation was killing him.

“Why so giggly Peter?” Gamora teased.

“Yohohou sohohon ohohf ahah- nOHOahahahahaha…”

All Gamora had to do to shut him up was by digging into his armpits.

Immediately he was a laughing and squirming mess.

“Gahahamohahra wahahait thihihis ihihsnt fahahair!!!” He exclaimed through his laughter as he attempted to tug his arms down.

“Oh you want unfair?” Gamora teased, and she began squeezing at his side.

“NOOHOHO!!!!”

“He seems to be super ticklish there. Is it worst there?”Mantis asked as she observed Peters torture.

“I’m so glad you asked… but no it isn’t.” She smirked.

“Wait.. wait wait Gamora, no, don’t you even think about it…” the man called Star lord knew exactly where this was headed and he didn’t hate like it one bit. He started squirming around more desperately in attempts to escape.

“G-Gamora! N-NOHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

She began squeezing at his stomach and he was in absolute stitches. He violently thrashed around and let out loud belly laughter. Mantis had to laugh at that. She had never heard him laugh like that before.

“GAHAHAMOHOHRAHAHA NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!!”

“Why’s that Peter? Is it that ticklish here?” Gamora asked with feigned innocence as she continued the squeezing, now adding in soft spidering movements on his belly.

“YOHOHOU KNOHOW IHIHTS BAHAHAHAD!!!”

“Is he ok?” Mantis asked with slight worry. She noticed that he seemed like he was almost dying.

“No, he’s a big boy. He can take it. Besides, he hasn’t even endured the worst of it yet.”

Gamora clawed her hands into his stomach and vibrated rapidly.

Peter arched his back, let out the unmanliest yet cutest squeal in the galaxy, and dissolved into silent hysterics.

Gamora soon decided to let up because she knew that being so ticklish only meant he could only endure so much for so long.

When she got off him he curled himself, as well as wrapping his arms around his belly protectively. He groaned at the soreness in his stomach muscles from laughing so much, as well as the remnant tingles from his stomach being overstimulated.

“I hahahate yohohu.” He muttered towards Gamora. Gamora just grinned, “what was that?” And she poked at a bit of stomach that was seen in the crack on his arm barrier, making him squeak and flinch away.