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mikhaelchange · 3 months

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rottmnt tickle head cannons? What is your favorite tickle trope for Rise? (As in who is your favorite Lee/ler scenario)

🐢Rottmnt Tkl Headcanons♡

Oooooh my Rise hcs! Sorry I've been so dead recently, school is kicking my ass this semester (⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙). I'll do character hcs first, and the trope thing at the end. Much longer than my others for sure. I need to do more for these skrunkles tbh. Slight Rise spoilers if you squint. Sorry this took 8,000 years, and thank you for requesting!

(Casey Jr Hcs)

💥Raph🧸

General:

We can all agree that this big ol’ teddy bear loves tickles, right?

Be it a fluffy comfort or destroying a bratty brother, Big Raphie is up for it.

Taking this into account, he feels like a switch.

Might admit he likes it around the right person, though his brothers have known for years.

He has to really trust someone to tell them.

Doesn't wanna seem like he's unfit to protect his brothers. As you can probably guess, he gets lovingly ejected from that mindset when people find out.

Lee:

If he gets a lee mood, he tries to hide it and fails miserably.

Big boy will have the dopiest grin around his playful brothers, which he does a horrible job at hiding.

Can't seem to focus on his advice-giving or training. It doesn't take long for his brothers to notice.

Worst spot is his underarms. You get him there and he'll give every dog near a NYC sewer grate a headache.

Melt spots are his palms and beneath his chin. Gentle scratches on either surface melt him into a happy, giggly puddle.

Likes being tickled by anyone really close to him. He's just gotta be in the right mood for it. April kills him most often.

Amazing thing to do to him is gentle melt-spot attention to help him relax. Toss in some reassurances and praise while you're at it. He'll be in a blissful daze for hours.

Ler:

Mostly a revenge-ler, but he can also randomly get ler moods.

He loves the Tickle Monster persona, always uses it on his brothers when they're being shitheads.

A softer ler, though he isn't afraid to wreck someone if they refuse to quit (or ask).

When he's being nice, soft scribbles, flurries of pokes, and side squeezes.

“Cootchie-coo, ya cutie!”

When he's not-so-nice, you get one or two giant, inescapable tickle-claws attacking you, big squeezes and occasionally neck nibbles if he's feeling evil.

Mikey, Leo and April get it most often, though each for different reasons.

Mikey straight up asks, and big bro is more than happy to provide. Boy loves a willing lee.

Leo’s always a shit, and some Raphie tickles work wonders on taking him down a peg.

April either offers to let him tickle her as a stress/mood reliever or engages a tickle fight.

He gives the best aftercare ever (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠｡⁠♡. Cuddles, back rubs, maybe a nap in his cozy lap if you're comfortable with it. Potential hot chocolate if you're patient.

🗡️Leo✨

General:

Sassy man gives off ler-leaning switch.

Always in the mood to lovingly murder his brothers’ lungs, but occasionally likes to forget his name.

This playful goof definitely likes tickling, though he refuses to admit it. He needs to protect his coolness, afterall.

Lee:

When the lee mood hits, everyone in the house is immediately notified. Not directly, of course, but it's pretty obvious that something's up.

WAY more one-liners and flippy jokes than normal. Awkward finger guns at the end of jokes, little prods and pokes for no reason, just general annoyance.

In his mind, he'll either annoy them into wrecking him, or they'll pick up on it and help. Either way, he gets tickled.

If anyone tickles him, it's usually either Raph or Mikey. Raph gets tired of his shit the quickest, and Mikey is good at reading people.

Worst spots are his thighs and feet. Get him there, and there's no way he'll be able to even think about sassing anyone through his laughter.

Melt spots are his forearms. After a long day of patrolling the city and being awesome, some light traces there will make him a very happy turtle.

Ler:

Okay but the SASS

He's such a teasy bastard of a ler. Will tease and coo at his lee until they're a flustered, blushy mess. Then he'll call ‘em cute one more time, just because he can.

He frequently gets ler moods, but those are way easier to take care of than their opposite.

Most of the time, his lee will be Mikey or Donnie. His bubbly brother is almost always in the mood for a good tickle “fight,” and Donnie needs to relax sometimes.

Has a bit of a rough style, but does get softer moods sometimes.

During regular moods, he loves to dig into sides and bellies, attack death spots and blow raspberries to hear a lee squeal.

On softer occasions, he'll gently skitter his fingers along death spots, switching places whenever the giggling gets too loud. Maybe some tickly kisses if you're lucky

His aftercare typically consists of cuddling during a Jupiter Jim movie, snacks, and gentle praises. Makes sure his victims are smiling, even when his fingers aren't wiggling.

🎨Mikey☀️

General:

Sunshine boy loves tickling, both as a bonding activity and a coping method.

He's a lee-leaning switch for sure. Ready to get his ass handed to him, but open to helping out his brothers’ lee moods or cheering someone up.

Has magical “can say the t-word at any time” powers. You know he abuses the absolute heck out of said powers, too.

Lee:

Lee moods are no rare thing for this boyo.

Gets them very frequently, though he's actually able to ask for help when he needs it.

Either accidentally or on purpose, he's able to fluster his ler. He'll ask for more, one specific spot, tell them that they're doing an awesome job, ect.

When he gets super stressed, some cheer-up/calm-down tickles are much appreciated (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

A massive squirmer, he can't help it. Make sure to pin or hold him, or you might get an elbow to the nose (accidentally, of course; he'd never stop apologizing).

Worst spots are his knees and neck. Either spot gets him screeching, though he isn't likely to try and stop you.

Melt spot is his palms. With his mildly-terrifying mystic magic, some feather-light touches can be reassuring. Just make sure to ask first.

Everyone kinda rotates through wrecking him, though Raph and Donnie kinda dominate the field.

Either because they catch on/get annoyed the quickest or something else, he's usually found with them.

Ler:

Surprisingly formidable ler

Don't let his cinnamon-roll vibe fool you: this man can and will wreck your shit.

Tweaks his style a bit for each person. Super observant and tailors how and what he does to each lee.

Compliment-teases are his specialty. He'll have you blushing in 5 seconds flat.

“Aww, I love your blush! It's so bright and cute, just like you!”

“This squishy belly is just so ticklish, isn't it? Here I thought it was just adorable!”

“Was that a snort? No, don't hide it! Those are the best!”

His ler moods are a bit rarer, but they are absolutely something to fear (or enjoy while they last (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠)).

Super sweet aftercare. You can't escape cuddling (unless you can't handle the touch, he'll understand). Usually some hand-baked treats as well, depending on what he has hidden from his brothers.

🛠️Donnie👾

General:

He's a ler-leaning switch, but that's mainly because he's not always open for being touched.

He gets lee moods, but they're rarer. People have to ask before they try anything.

Even with ler moods, not always open to get somebody.

Communication with this boy is key.

Lee:

It takes a good combination of good day + not overstimulated + in a touchy mood, but he does get lee moods.

Tries to hide and ignore them, but it never works out. Either Shelldon finds him and helps, or one of his brothers stumbles across the mood.

If he’s super overwhelmed with a project and okay with touch, some light tickles are perfect for bringing him back to Earth.

Little hand flaps and kicks when you get him. Happy stims galore! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Worst spot is his soft shell, though armpits are a close second. Loud, bright and occasionally hysterical reactions.

Melt spots are his belly plastron and tops of his thighs. Gentle traces and scratches on either spot leave him a stimmy, giggly puddle.

Most of the time, it’ll be Leo who tickles him. It’s usually for help calming down, though April isn’t far behind.

Will never admit it, but he does enjoy both sides of tickling.

Ler:

You know this mans uses his shell attachments to wreck people.

Those metal claws? Yeah, good luck- =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇)

Very dramatic commentary on his lee’s reactions. His inner theater kid loves to shine. Either that, or complete monotone. There’s no in-between, and he’s never offered an explanation.

“Oh my, you’re laughing rather hard, my dear gigglebug!”

“Judging by this raucous laughter, I’d say this is your worst spot.”

“Oh, it tickles? Really badly? How unfortunate for you…”

Has absolutely made tickle-specific gadgets and I will die on this hill.

Remember the feather staff feature from the Shredder episode? He didn’t just have that for no reason.

Usually wrecks Mikey and/or Leo. They’re both very talented at provoking him, either on purpose or by accident.

His aftercare depends on his mood. If he’s cool with touch, he’ll cuddle and watch a movie with you. If not, you’ll usually get some pats from his claw and snuggles from Shelldon (yes lil’ dude is fine gimme a break)

📹April⚾

General:

Hmmmm toughie, but I’d say ler-leaning switch. Not all that ticklish, but willing to help if one of her brothers is in a bad ler mood.

She just kinda prefers to do the tickling most of the time, unless it’s for her bros.

Extremely confident, bears the magic power of saying the t-word whenever she pleases. You know she puts it to good use, too.

Being the sister of the family, she’s gotta put her bros in their places. Why not use tickling?

Lee:

While it’s not often, she’ll let Big Raphie tickle her if he needs to.

Sometimes that boy just needs someone to reassure him that he’s not hurting them while giggling their brains out.

She’s pretty good at sitting still, amazing poker face. Could easily dominate in the Arms Up game.

As I said before, not super ticklish. Serves her well in tickle fights (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

Only her ribs really get her laughing, but other than that it’s bubbly, pitchy giggles.

Doesn’t really have a melt spot, though if she had to choose a favorite, it’d be her belly.

Ler:

VERY very teasy. Easily-flustered lees be warned (˘ ˘ ˘)

Loves seeing her lee blush and sputter, finds it endlessly adorable.

“What? Oh, it tickles? Good, thought I might’ve been going too easy on ya!”

“Oooo, someone’s blushin’! How cute~”

“Wonder what would happen if I went for your worst spot… Only one way to find out!”

Giggles along with her lee. They’re adorable—how could she not?

As big sis, it’s her job to keep her brothers in line. Why not use tickling?

Frequently gives Raph calm-down/confidence-boosting tickles. Boy’s too stressed, in her opinion.

After him, it’s helping Donnie relax or pry him away from a project. Leo also needs to be taken down a peg every once in a while.

Super snuggly aftercare. Back rubs, praises and even some teases for the road, if ya catch my drift~

🔥Cassandra🏒

General:

I’m feeling ler on this one. She doesn’t seem like she’d enjoy being tickled too much, though she definitely doesn’t mind wrecking others.

Before the Hamato fam stepped in, she didn’t really have much experience in the tickly field.

Maybe one of her foot-face mentors, but other than that, nada.

That absolutely changes when she joins the bros.

Ler:

Ready to vanquish any “enemy” lee mood to help her friends out.

Rougher style normally, though she can be convinced to dial it back. You wanna forget your name? She’s your gal.

Takes her role sorta seriously, though she can be playful. Just depends on her mood.

If she does tease, it’s more observational than anything.

She just kinda says flustering stuff without meaning to.

“Well, no duh it tickles. That’s the whole point!”

“Not there? You asked me to tickle you, but scold me the moment I get somewhere? I don’t think so!”

Attacks everyone pretty evenly, but she does have a preference for April and Raph. They’re the most fun to take down, in her opinion.

Cass respects boundaries, of course. You genuinely want her to stop and she’ll be off you in seconds.

Doesn’t grasp the concept of aftercare quite yet. Once you can breathe, she’ll start asking for feedback.

“How was that? Did it really tickle? Details, giggler, details!”

If specifically requested, though, she does give a mean back-rub and/or massage. If your back or neck is ticklish, though, you’re gonna have a whole new problem~ ( ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )

💮Splinter🐀

General:

Splints has ler energy, ya know?

Like April, not super ticklish. He isn’t the biggest fan of being tickled, but if it’s with very specific people, he’ll tolerate it.

Doesn’t interact tickle-wise very often, but he does have his moments.

Is very aware that his children love it and tries to connect with them in that way sometimes.

Ler:

With his ninja skills and small size, he can take down even the brattiest of lees in seconds.

You see his tail? Yeah, absolutely uses it to help wreck his victims.

Very playful, goofy ler. Laughs along with his lee, makes little comments on their reactions.

“Oh my, little one. I never would have thought you’d be so sensitive!”

“Heheh, what a cute laugh! You really should let me hear it more often!”

When he notices any of his kids are down in the dumps, he sneaks in a few pokes and scritches with his tail.

If that doesn’t work, they get the full-Splints treatment. Reassuring teases, rougher tickles and his undivided attention.

He’ll bug Draxum when he feels like it, which is more funny than anything.

Reducing the broody goat-man to a giggling, cursing mess is therapeutic for him ( ͡º ꒳ ͡º)

His aftercare is light and sweet. Head pats, reassurances, and a small cookie break for a nice close.

🌱Baron Draxum🐐

General:

Before the turtles, had little to no idea what tickling was about.

Sure, he knew that people laughed when it happened, but he couldn’t tell what was so great about it. It was just touch and laughter - no big deal.

Once the teetles got ahold of him, though? Yeah, that view changed pretty quick.

Turns out he’s a switch. Likes “destroying his nuisances” with the harmless technique, but doesn’t mind it being used on him.

Will never admit the latter, though.

Lee:

A LOT more ticklish than one would imagine. Like a few squeezes will leave him giggling and blushing like there’s no tomorrow.

He’s pretty good at hiding his lee moods, though they definitely aren’t repressible. Draxy feels them, but can keep others in the dark.

If anyone’s gonna notice, it’ll be Lou (Splinter). He knows the man the best, thanks to Mikey’s whole “fatherly-bonding” push.

Splints will help, though he’ll tease the shit out of the Baron the entire time.

While he’ll never tell the rat man, he enjoys the silly exchanges.

Worst spots are his hips and shoulder blades. Either place will have him stuck in a snorty, rumbling bout of hysterics.

Melt spots are his palms. He adores gentle traces there, lets him know somebody cares.

Ler:

Absolutely uses his mystic powers to help him.

Those vines? Yeah, restraints and tickle tools for days

Very smug ler, likes to tease his lees until they’re flustered messes. It’s done out of love, though, so can you blame him?

“This must be torturous, huh? The vines holding you still, my fingers on your worst spots… However, I don’t think I’ve heard you say stop…”

Usually tickles the teens if they’re annoying him, but also goes after Lou every so often.

He knows there’ll be repercussions, but life’s no fun without a little risk.

Huginn and Muninn are next in line. Surprising no one, they’re and attention whores. Draxy makes sure they get their fills.

Not the best with aftercare, but he tries. Back rubs and light praises while you catch your breath. Maybe some of his “confectionary wonders” if you’re brave enough.

*✧⁠◍Favorite Trope & Lee/Ler Pairing◍✧⁠*

Okay, so there’s no way I can pick a single favorite pairing. I love them all too much! I can, however, name my top 3.

lee!Raph, ler!April is definitely up there. I adore the big-siblings energy in their fics, and they just bond so well!

Pretty much anything with lee!Donnie in it. I love seeing the smarty-pants get got ( •̀ ᵕ •́ )

lee!Draxum and ler!Splinter. Okay, hear me out, but I love redemption arcs and enemies to friends/lovers/co-parents or whatever you wanna call what they have going on. They’re fun and I like fun.

For my favorite trope, I’m gonna have to go with cheer-up tickles, or more specifically, some stop-stressing-tf-out tickles. It’s always so fun to read how people would cheer up the boys, as well as write some super duper, totally not self-indulgent fics like that for myself. Maybe one day they’ll see the light, but don't count on it lol (¬////¬)

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mikhaelchange · 3 months

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Literally anything with lee!miguel orz

I’m especially fond of the miguel/peter b/mj poly dynamic but I’d happily take anything lolol

There was something up with Miguel. Something just... not quite right, and everyone closest to him had noticed it. Hobie and Noir gossiped about his attitude, while Gwen interrogated Lyla in an attempt to get to the bottom of it. Miles minded his own business, but Pavitr and Jess went to Miguel himself to question it.

Miguel was irritable- more so than usual, and he was really, really jumpy. Every little noise, every accidental touch, made him flinch or jerk away as if he was expecting something to happen, but nobody had any idea what.

He was also incredibly snappy- again... more so than usual. Every inquiry about his mental state or general unusual behavior was met with a snarky remark or a near-deadly glare. Everyone had caught attitude from Miguel throughout the day. Well, almost everyone. Everyone but Peter B.

It was no secret that Miguel had something going on with Peter and MJ. What little free time he had was spent in their universe, and the kids had caught glimpses of heart emojis and sweet messages from both Peter and MJ on Miguel's phone, but nobody ever dared say a word about it.

It was unusual for Miguel to spare Peter from his general grumpiness. For some reason, though, Miguel seemed to be an absolute mess anytime Peter was in the room. It was like he couldn't keep his eyes off of Peter, staring at him from across the room and blushing like mad. Even something as simple as the sound of the older spider's voice had Miguel a blushing, stammering mess, but all he could do was hope nobody had noticed, especially Peter.

They had all noticed, especially Peter.

Peter knew exactly what the problem was, and he was not helping.

Every time they were in the same room, Peter sneaked "accidental" touches to Miguel's sides or back. He made it a point to let Miguel know that he noticed the staring. He stared back, smirking while drumming and tapping his fingers against whatever surface he could find. He wanted Miguel to know that he knew.

Miguel was, in fact, in a lee mood. The worst lee mood he'd ever been in.

Miguel finally realized that the only way he'd get through the day without turning into pure mush was by avoiding Peter at all costs. So that was what he did. If Peter was going one way, Miguel went the other; if Miguel noticed their paths crossing, he made a beeline for the bathroom or the closest supply closet; if he walked into a room that Peter just so happened to be in, he immediately walked out in a flustered, frustrated frenzy.

But, of course, Peter noticed. For the last time that day, Miguel had found himself inside a supply closet, peeking out of it for just a moment to make sure Peter wasn't following him, and he let out a sigh of relief as he realized Peter was nowhere in sight and had probably gotten lost in the crowd.

He shut and locked the door, allowing himself a moment to relax. He closed his eyes, resting against the wall as he took deep breaths. He tried his hardest to calm himself down and get rid of the embarrassing blush that covered his entire face and traveled all the way to the tips of his ears.

He sighed once more before taking a deep breath, "Come on, Miguel. Keep it together…”, he said to himself before pushing himself off the wall and opening the door, peaking out one last time before deciding it was safe.

Unfortunately, just as he opened the door, he heard the unmistakable ‘thwip’ of a web shooter, and the door was shut again, white webs covering the knob. Miguel's eyes widened as he stood completely still, blood rushing to his cheeks as his heart started beating nearly out of his chest.

"Turn around”, said the voice behind him, and slowly, Miguel turned around.

There he was, Peter B. Parker, hanging upside down from a web with that goofy smirk. Miguel looked up and mentally kicked himself as he noticed the open vent in the ceiling.

Miguel opened his mouth in an attempt to speak, to try to explain the situation away, but Peter beat him to it, "It’s been awfully hard for me to catch up to you today, Miguel~”, he sing-songed, looking around the small room as he did so “That’s alright, though! I enjoyed our little game of Cat and Mouse”, Peter said before dropping from his web and inching closer to the adorably flustered spider in front of him. "Care to explain why exactly we were playing?", he asked, his voice dropping slightly as he raised one eyebrow.

Peter loved this: toying with Miguel and watching the usually stoic spider crumble into a bashful mess. Even more than watching it happen, he loved knowing that he was the reason.

Miguel's throat went dry as he looked for an explanation, stammering over the beginning of his sentence, “I-I, uh, I don't- I have.. n-no idea what you're talking about. I was just- I came in here to-“

"To hide from me?", Peter teased, stepping even closer to Miguel. Miguel had backed up against the door, his chest nearly against Peter's. "You can't hide from me forever~", he said, placing his hand on Miguel's side and gently drumming his fingers.

Miguel swallowed nervously, his eyes widening as he looked down at Peter's hand and then back up at Peter. He tensed his muscles and bit his lip, preparing himself for the inevitable, but... nothing ever came.

They stood just like that, in total silence, for about half a minute, That teasing smirk never leaving Peter’s face, and Peter’s gaze never leaving Miguel.

Thirty seconds had never felt longer, and Miguel thought surely he would combust as his eyes darted nervously around the small room before finally landing on Peter again. Peter chuckled and rolled his eyes fondly, deciding to give Miguel a break. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna get you”, he said, ruffling Miguel's hair as the younger sighed in relief, “Not yet anyways."

Miguel's eyes widened again as he looked at Peter. That was just cruel. To get him all worked up for it.. and then take it away.

“That was a fun game, my little Spider-Mouse!” Peter said with a giddy laugh, patting Miguel’s cheek gently, "We'll deal with you later. See ya at home, my love!", he said happily before turning around, flicking his wrist at the open vent and hoisting himself back into it, but before he could leave, he was interrupted as Miguel uttered just one word.

“We?”, he repeated, his heart rate increasing as he looked at Peter incredulously. Peter giggled as he peered down at Miguel, nodding and bringing his phone into view, the screen facing Miguel.

“Oh, did I forget to mention that?”, he asked, still smiling from ear to ear, “I texted MJ! Had to let her know about your current condition.”, and sure enough, Miguel caught a glimpse of the few messages Peter had sent MJ over the course of the day.

Peter smiled triumphantly as he saw the look of realization cross Miguel’s face, and he quickly tucked his phone back into his pocket. “Now, I’ll leave you to sit with that information for as long as you need, buddy! I’ll see ya at home- er, we’ll see you at home! Love ya!”, and with that, Peter was gone.

As Miguel stood there in utter disbelief, he finally snapped out of his flustered trance, allowing himself to sink down against the wall and bury his head in hands.

'This is gonna be a long day...'

It was a long day, and Lyla had to pull him out of a smiley daze more times than he’d like to admit. He just couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop himself from imagining the trouble he’d be in when he got to Peter’s place, the way they’d tickle him to pieces, expertly targeting each and every little tickle spot, how they’d tease him…

He couldn’t wait for the end of the day, when he’d finally be able to leave, but once the time finally rolled around, he found himself too nervous to even leave his office.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?”, Lyla said as she suddenly appeared, projecting on his desk.

Miguel jumped and hissed at the sudden noise, blushing when he realized it was just Lyla. He cleared his throat awkwardly and sat up straight in his chair, furrowing his eyebrows, “W-What are you talking about?”, he asked, trying to be inconspicuous.

Lyla quirked an eyebrow, propping her hand on her hip and tilting her head, “You really gonna make me text him and tell him to come get you? Is that what you want?”, she asked, not even a hint of a joke in her tone.

Miguel huffed, taken aback by Lyla’s threat as he stared at her with furrowed brows. With a few incoherent grumbles, Miguel stood, still glaring daggers at Lyla. Using his watch, he opened a portal directly to Peter’s house.

His hands shook nervously as he felt his face already heating up. He tried to contain the bashful grin tugging at his lips, but it was no use as he stood in front of the portal. He knew what awaited him on the other side. He knew there was no avoiding it. For a minute or so, Miguel simply stood there, taking deep steady breaths and trying to calm his shaking before finally letting out one heavy sigh… and stepping through the portal.

He was tense as he stood in Peter and MJ’s kitchen, looking around the dimly lit room nervously. He saw the glow of the TV from the living room, and he could smell something sweet- like cookies baking. He took a deep breath as he slowly entered the den from the kitchen, but as he rounded the corner into the den, MJ rounded the corner as well, bumping right into Miguel.

She yelped a bit as she was unaware of his arrival, but as she looked up and saw Miguel’s blushing face, her look of surprise turned to a sweet smile, “Hi there, sweetie”, she spoke softly, her tone loving as she leaned up and kissed Miguel’s cheek, “I’m gonna take these cookies out of the oven”, she said, putting on an oven mitt that had little flower patterns all over it, “I went ahead and made you a treat for… well, after”.

Miguel’s breath hitched in his throat and he buried his face in his hands, but before he could worry himself too much with it, he heard a much louder playful voice from behind him.

“Well, honey, would you like who finally showed up!”, Peter exclaimed, picking up a cookie before hissing in pain and immediately putting it back down, “Oh wow those are hot! Hey, Miguel, we had some matters to attend, right? I think we did!”, Peter spoke quickly, a happy smile on his face as he grabbed Miguel’s wrist and immediately turned on his heels, leading Miguel through the house. “Let’s go, MJ!”

MJ stood with her arms crossed, a slight smirk on her face as she watched Peter all but drag Miguel as the younger spider turned to look at her with wide eyes that were begging for help already. She just chuckled, shaking her head and following after them fondly.

Peter opened their bedroom door and playfully pushed Miguel onto the soft mattress, laying down next to him with one of Miguel’s arms underneath him. Peter smiled at Miguel and ran a hand through his hair, “And look MJ! He must’ve gotten into these clothes before he got here. I always wondered how changing out of a holographic suit worked…”, he said, furrowing his brows a bit in thought. “The tank top’s very subtle though, certainly doesn’t make your intentions too obvious. Very inconspicuous!”. Miguel was practically scowling, but the unusual bright red color of his cheeks certainly decreased the intimidation of it.

MJ couldn’t help but laugh at the two boys as she too laid down beside Miguel and did the same as Peter, pinning one of Miguel’s arms beneath her. Miguel just huffed, his face scrunching up a bit as he turned his neck to look at MJ instead of Peter. MJ raised her eyebrows as she placed a hand on his side, gently tracing her nails up and down, “Oh, do you think I’m gonna save you from him, hun?”, she asked, leaning in a bit closer and dropping her voice to a whisper. “Not a chance, sweetheart”.

Miguel squealed and tugged at his arms a bit as MJ’s nails traveled up to his armpit, and he also wondered what on earth was going through his head when he decided to wear the tank top. Spoiler: it was this exact situation. She spidered her nails slowly and oh so lightly under his arm, watching intently as he let his head fall back against the pillow and bit his lip in an attempt to keep himself from giggling.

Peter chuckled and shook his head, “Holding out on her, hm?”, he asked teasingly as he lifted Miguel’s shirt up above his ribs. “Why don’t you see just how long that works for ya! I’ll bet twenty seconds tops.” Peter placed his hand on the very center of Miguel’s tummy and formed a claw with it. “If you win the bet, we’ll stop teasing. Deal?”

Miguel looked at Peter with wide eyes and shook his head frantically as he realized Peter’s intentions, twisting his hips in an attempt to get away from the hand on his tummy.

“Deal!” Peter said on Miguel’s behalf. “Twenty seconds starting… now!” Suddenly, Peter began digging and clawing all five fingers rapidly into Miguel’s belly, wasting no time in driving him up the wall.

Miguel let out a strained squeal and arched his back, biting his tongue to keep himself from laughing, but there just wasn’t much he could do. Within seconds, he was a blubbering mess, “NNGH! Peheheter! Peter, that’s no f-FAHAHAIR! I cahAN’T!”.

Peter cooed in mock sympathy, moving his hand a bit lower to assault Miguel’s much more ticklish lower belly. He tickled from side to side, clawing from one hip to the other over and over again, “Aww, well, that was only about two seconds. Did you misunderstand the premise of the bet?”, he asked in feigned curiosity, looking over Miguel at MJ. “Should I have been more specific?”, he asked, rapidly squeezing the little bit of pudge at Miguel’s lower tummy.

MJ chortled, shaking her head at her husband as her nails fluttered and danced oh so gently in the center of Miguel’s hollows- a total contrast to the rough tickling Peter was putting his tummy through, but the light flutters gradually became light, quick scratches, “Are you enjoying yourself?”, she asked in that soft, sweet tone. “Is this what you wanted? To come home and let us tickle all your worries away?”.

Miguel shook his head at MJ’s teasing, but his entire body tensed as he let out a squeal, Peter’s hand suddenly jumping from his hip to his armpit. Miguel arched his back as the two opposing sensations persisted: MJ’s light scratching and spidering, and Peter’s rough digging and clawing both assaulting his pits. “W-WAHAIT WAIT!”, he choked out, his face red as tears of mirth pricked at the corners of his eyes, “CAHAN’T- cahan’t tahaHAKE IT!”. He kicked his feet, clenching and unclenching his fists in hopes that it would distract from the tickling, but it was no use.

“Look at those fangs!” Peter said excitedly, “Who knew deadly weapons could be so adorable, am I right?”, he teased as his hand traveled down just a bit, squeezing and pinching at Miguel’s very top rib. He didn’t know what to do with himself. He tugged at his arms and twisted his hips, but it was all fruitless.

“Aww, Peter..”, MJ said as she slipped her hand into his tank top, raking her long nails up and down the side of his rib cage, “He said he can’t take it~”, she cooed, kneading her fingertips into the spaces between the bones.

Miguel’s laughter raised in pitch and volume, and there was nothing he could do to ease the maddening sensation. If he twisted his body to the right, he only brought himself closer to MJ’s long nails, but if he twisted himself to the left, Peter was right there, cooing about how he must love it since he’s trying to get closer.

As evil as they seemed to be, both MJ and Peter were in absolute awe as they teased and toyed with the man below them, admiring his blushing face and adorable giggles. Miguel squealed, his eyes shut tight as he squirmed. The two of them looked up at each other, both smiling as they gave a silent acknowledgment of their adoration for Miguel.

“Cant take it, hm?” Peter asked, tweaking up and down Miguel’s rib cage, vibrating a clawed hand into it after delivering a couple teasing pinches and pokes. “What about this? Is this any better for you?”, he asked, knowing damn well he’d just made it ten times worse.

Miguel’s eyes shot open at the sudden sensation of five fingers vibrating against the front of his rib cage while MJ’s nails danced up and down the side of his ribs. He couldn’t take it. “NAHAHA! STOPSTOPSTOHOHOP! MJ, HEHEHELP! M-Mahahake him stOHOP!”, he pleaded, tugging desperately at his arms. He needed to get away, but he couldn’t, and he really didn’t want to, but he thought certainly they’d tickle him to tears. He tried to take a deep breath through his loud belly laughter in an attempt to ease the sensation as he thought there was certainly no way it could get any more ticklish.

Oh, how wrong he was.

MJ giggled and shook her head, kissing his cheek, “You know I can’t do that, sweetie. You waited all day for this, why would I stop him now?”, she asked, only half teasing him. He had waited all day, and they were definitely making up for it, but suddenly, MJ’s nails latched onto his lowest rib, and a loud hiss sounded through the room in unison with a couple yelps as Miguel’s loud laughter turned to frantic giggles. It took him a moment to realize the tickling had stopped, his two partners looking down at him with wide eyes and smug grins. As he calmed down, he looked up at them, still giggling a bit, “W-Whahat is it?”, he asked, his face flushed red as he looked between the two of them.

MJ giggled, tilting her head as she spoke, “You hissed at us!”, she said, playfully feigning anger. Miguel’s eyes widened, realization hitting him like a train as he hurried to apologize, but he couldn’t get the words out before Peter was chiming in.

“That you did! And not to mention..”, Peter sat up, crossing his arms over his chest and nodding down at Miguel’s hand, “You stabbed us! Stabbed us both right in the back! What do you have to say for yourself, mister?”, he asked with a pout. It was clear neither of them were actually upset with him, but that didn’t stop him from feeling tremendously guilty.

Miguel gasped as he looked at his own hand, his claws now fully on display. He pulled his now free hand to his side, doing the same with the other as MJ sat up as well, “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”, he said, stammering over his apology as he hurried to get it out, “Did I hurt you guys? Are either of you bleeding? I really didn’t mean to, I promise! I just- it.. it-”, Miguel trailed off, unable to finish his sentence as he looked down at his hands.

“It tickled?”, MJ offered, smiling at him as she slipped her hand under his shirt, scratching gently up and down his back. He shivered a bit at the feeling of her long nails against his back, but thankfully, her touch was firm enough not to send him into a giggling fit. He really was too ticklish for his own good.

He blushed, curling in on himself and hiding his face in his hands. They knew there was no way he’d answer that, but thankfully, Peter answered for him, “It did! Like crazy probably, but he’s Spiderman”, he said with a wave of his hand. “I’m sure it was no problem for him at all!”

Miguel whined, shooting a glare at Peter before suddenly finding himself pinned down again. This time by webs that trapped his wrist against the headboard. He felt the familiar flutter in his tummy as he tugged at his wrists, “Hey! What are you doing? I-I thought we were done!”

Peter just laughed, tilting his head in confusion, “You thought we were done? Oh no! We were just getting started!”, he said as he and MJ both repositioned. Peter straddled Miguel’s hips, smiling down at him innocently while lifting his shirt up. MJ sat on his shins, facing Peter’s back. “And after all, you did scratch us… On purpose or not, I think that’s worthy of a punishment. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Miguel’s eyes widened as it struck him why they had pinned him in the way that they did, and he shook his head, “N-No! It was an accident, I couldn’t control it!”, he said, huffing a bit and glaring at Peter. “If anything, it was your fault that you got scratched!”

MJ tutted as she suddenly dragged her nails down his thighs. He absolutely should not have worn shorts. “That’s a shame… this could’ve been so much easier on you if you’d just taken responsibility..”.

Before he could protest any further, Peter’s hands were clawed and poised above his tummy, fingers wiggling as those hands got closer and closer, while MJ continued to drag and scrape her nails up and down every muscle and curve of his thighs.

“Remind me, my tickly little spider. Your worst spots are your belly, and your thighs, right?”, Peter asked, a small innocent smile tugging at his lips. Miguel couldn’t even try to conceal his nervous smile, and there was no point in trying to suppress his anticipatory giggles.

Peter’s hands were so close, Miguel swore he could already feel them.

“You ready, Miguel?”

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Ummm I GOT A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY SO… THERE’S GONNA BE A PART TWO HSBSHSKL

@tickles-tea I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE THIS BECAUSE I PUT MY WHOLE HEART IN IT😭

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