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Tickletober Day 2: Accidental
A/N: HELLO TUMBLR TK COMMUNITY!! This is my first fic I'm posting on here, with tickletober giving me the motivation I needed to do so!! I've always been lurking in the community ever since I joined it, but I finally thought that it was time to put myself out there! I'm currently OBSESSED with ATSV, so I did a thing with Hobie and Miles bc I love how they interact in the movie! Anyways, I won't bore you with a super long authors note that most people probably won't read, so I hope you enjoy the fic!
Tw: swearing, mention of blood/bleeding out, tickles
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Hobie slumped onto the couch of his living room, clutching his waist in pain. He had been sent out on a mission, and had got beaten up.. pretty badly to say the least. Despite the insistence that he was fine and 'I've survived worse, I'll be alright', it didn't stop Miles Morales from checking in on him to examine and.. try to heal his wounds.
"Mate.. I'm fine, really." Hobie said, wincing as Miles examined the wound.
"Hobie, you're literally bleeding out." Miles replied, a hint of sass in his voice. Hobie just shrugged, surprising Miles with how nonchalant he was, but he did inhale sharply between his teeth as Miles wrapped up the wound in gauze. Hobie let out a shaky sigh, turning his head away from Miles. Hobie didn't like it when his friends took care of him like this, feeling like he could take care of himself due to being the oldest in the group. He felt it was childish of him to ask his younger friends for help, when he knew that they had to deal with the same, if not worse, pain.
Hobie's body flashed a few colours, the colour around his waist being relatively normal so Miles could see and tend to the wound better. The rest of his body was a muted gray, small bits of a blood red colour appearing on his body like paint splatters whenever Hobie would wince from the pain, the colours eventually fizzling back out into the gray. To anyone who didn't know Hobie, it was an oddly pretty spectacle (despite it being at Hobie's expense), but to those closest to him, it was relatively normal, so it didn't distract Miles from the task at hand; which was making sure Hobie didn't bleed out and die.
After the bulk of the treatment was finished, Hobie melted into his couch, feeling a bit more relaxed after the more painful part of the process was dealt with. Now, Miles was just examining his torso, making sure there were no other major wounds. The feeling was relatively calming, feeling like a sort of massage. Miles' fingers were quick to examine Hobie's torso, now examining his ribs to see if any of the bones had cracked. What Miles didn't expect was the sharp intake of breath that came from the punk, the spot that Miles touched flashing to a more neon shade of yellow for a brief moment before returning back to normal.
"O-oh, sorry- did I hurt you..?" Miles asked, a bit of shame in his tone. Miles looked at Hobie with a worried expression, afraid he might've caused more damage.
The usually cool and collected Hobie stammered for a moment before shaking his head, making up an excuse from the top of his head. "Nah, you're fine mate. Just wasn't really expecting it 's all." Hobie replied, that yellow colour on his ribs returning as if it was disagreeing with what Hobie said.
Miles noticed the flash of yellow, not exactly knowing what it meant. He knew that if Hobie's body was blue, it meant he was sad, pink meant platonic love (his body would be a brighter red if he was around someone he loved romantically), and many, many other different colours and meanings that Miles had memorized due to knowing Hobie for a good while. This yellow was new, something that Miles had never seen before. Miles thought he might've been reading to much into this, so he just gave Hobie a small hum in response and continued his examination.
Hobie's body stiffened slightly as Miles went back to examining his ribs, feeling an unbearably ticklish feeling every single time Miles' fingers would lightly press against the bones, checking for any painful reaction. The yellow colour only being on Hobie's ribs definitely eluded to.. something, Miles wasn't sure, but the colour made Miles somewhat worried. Miles withdrew his hands, a small frown on his face as he looked at his friend with concern.
"Hobie, if it hurts you need to tell me. I don't wanna make it worse." Miles fretted, his tone being concerned and a bit scared for his friend. Hobie felt a little bad that his stifled ticklish reactions made Miles worried, but.. it was still extremely embarrassing to him, so Hobie shook his head, dismissing Miles' worries.
"I'm fine. Don't worry 'bout it. You worry to much bruv." Hobie chuckled, his teeth clicking against his tongue piercing out of slight nervousness. Miles raised an eyebrow, inching his hand closer to Hobie's ribs, but not touching them just yet. Hobie's reaction immediately became apparent, the punk flinching away from Miles' hand, and the yellow colour on his body spreading slightly. Miles was confused. If it didn't hurt, what was the issue? Miles thought of himself in Hobie's situation for a moment, being injured and having a friend of his checking for injuries. He thought of somebody's hand pressing against his ribs, slightly pressing against the bone to see if they were hurt. Miles' eyes immediately widened at the realization, a small smirk appearing on his face.
"Oi, what're you bein' all smug about?" Hobie questioned, his body stiffening slightly as he pointed an accusing finger at Miles. Hobie figured that Miles had found out why he was reacting in the way that he did, and as a result of this, a small bit of red crept up onto his face, and the yellow along his ribs spread and became a bit brighter.
Miles couldn't stop himself from giggling, finding the situation incredibly amusing. "Oh, it's nothing.." Miles quickly darted a hand to Hobie's ribs before pulling it away just as fast, grinning as Hobie's body jumped away from it and an essence of a screech escaped his lips.
"Y-you wouldn't do.. that to me! I'm injured man, you'll kill me!" Hobie argued, narrowing his eyes as he found it a bit harder to keep his cool.
"Relax! I'll be gentle!" Miles said, his giggles getting louder as his hand made contact with Hobie's torso. Miles smirked at the way Hobie's body tensed up, and the slightest hint of a squeak made it's way past Hobie's closed lips. Miles slowly, and I mean slowly dragged his fingers along Hobie's ribs, the punk inhaling sharply as a result.
"Miles! Fuck- stop that!" Hobie yelped, the tiniest giggle slipping through his gritted teeth. Hobie's pleas were only met with a huge grin from Miles, who immediately capitalized off of that small giggle by pressing his fingers against Hobie's ribs and vibrating his fingers rapidly. In Miles' eyes, this was gentle, as he knew Hobie had a hell of a lot of resistance when it came to touch. Wether it be pain, or in this case, tickles.
"MAHAHAHAILES-! STAHAHAHAHAHAP- NAHAHAHAHAHAHA FAHAHAHAHACK-!" Hobie screeched, his attempt to squeal out a plea immediately replaced with more bouts of loud laughter when Miles decided it would be a good idea to use a small amount of his venom power to shock Hobie, the unbearably ticklish feeling traveling across Hobie's entire torso. Miles giggled and let up, allowing Hobie to actually breath. Miles snuck an extra pinch to his ribs, grinning at the small yelp that came out of the punk.
"Alright, I'm done. Don't want you getting hurt.. more than you already are.. you good?" Miles asked, Hobie responding with a shaky thumbs up. "Y-yeah.. 'm fine mate.. holy shihihit." Hobie chuckled, the tingly feeling from the venom still present. Throughout the entire ordeal, Hobie's body changed colour completely, going from gray with those hints of yellow (which Miles was now suspecting ment Hobie was embarrassed about something), to a full blown pink, with occasional flashes of the familiar yellow colour here and there.
Miles chuckled and stood up, going to the kitchen to get Hobie some water. Miles quickly returned, offering the water to Hobie, who drank it so fast you'd be convinced there was nothing in the cup in the first place.
"Thanks Miles.. you know, for tendin' to my injuries and whatever. 'S nice of you." Hobie said, sighing as he let out one final giggle. Miles smiled, loving the fact that he left a positive impact on Hobie's well-being. "Well, I feel like it's kind of.. in my nature to care about the people I love, so you're welcome." Miles replied, his smile growing a bit wider.
"Hey, you wanna watch a movie?" Miles suddenly asked, looking at Hobie.
"Sure, what're you thinkin' of?"
And so Hobie and Miles lazily draped their bodies over Hobie's semi-comfortable couch, watching a movie on some probably illegal website. Hobie couldn't shake the small smile that was on his face, the knowing that Miles, and all of his friends for that matter, would be there for him making him feel all warm inside. Miles caught a quick glimpse of Hobie, seeing that the pink colour on Hobie's body got a bit brighter.
And personally, Miles wouldn't have it any other way.
#atsv tickle#atsv tickling#sfw tickle fic#sfw tickle community#tickletober 2023#lee!hobie#ler!miles#tickle fluff#across the spiderverse tickle#across the spiderverse tickles#love them they're so hakdjsozhsks
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TickleTober Day 22 - Ticklish Kiss
I really wanted to do something for these two, they’re so wholesome and cute together! (>w<) I had something planned for them at the beginning of the month-ish, just never got around to writing it. I love writing for this fandom, the spiderkids make my brain happy. I hope everyone has had a great month, and that you Enjoy!
Lee: Pavitr
Ler: Gayatri
Summary: Pavitr was waiting for his girlfriend on the rooftop. It was a chillier day than normal in Mumbai, and Pavitr could do with some warming up. Gayatri helped out, but her warming affections have a tickly twist.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!
The cool wind blew through Pavitr’s hair, sending goosebumps running down his neck and arms. It was 68 degrees outside, sure, but the temperature typically didn’t drop below 80. He wasn’t cold, but the young hero wished he had a jacket to go over his suit. The barefoot design was definitely coming back to haunt him…
A squeaking door interrupted his thoughts, his girlfriend joining him on the rooftop. Gayatri was beautiful as ever, wearing a thicker flannel jacket, dark top, purple jeans and a beanie. It took all the chilly teen had to not stare. He tried to sound smooth in his greeting, but his teeth chattered as he spoke. “H-hey girl. You l-look lovely.”
She laughed, the sound a wonderful symphony to Pav’s ears. He loved her smile, her laugh, her lips, her hair, her- “Pav, घाम, you’re staring.” She had to tease him, it was required of her as his girlfriend. She did, however, notice the shake of his voice. “Are you alright?”
A red hue lit up on his masked cheeks as she caught him. She was just so amazing; how could he not stare? “Sorry. And yes, I’m fine. Just…wishing the suit was a bit thicker.”
Gayatri couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his cute predicament. She loved his intricate suit, even though it wasn’t the most practical. There was no way she was giving up her warm flannel, but she had another way to help. “It’s okay, I was teasing. Want me to warm you up?”
He nodded rapidly, knowing what she meant. “Yes please!” He had just breaked from patrol, and being suited up, the rooftops were really the only places they could hang out without getting caught. It was chilly, but it worked.
Okay, that was cute. Honestly, everything he did was cute. Gayatri moved to the edge of the rooftop, sitting right beside him. She pulled off his mask, watching the small hairs on his neck prickle in the cool air. Adorable. She pressed a few gentle kisses to his neck, her heart melting as he squeaked.
He bit his lip, trying to sit still and enjoy the kisses. He did scoot farther away from the edge of the roof, not wanting his girl to potentially fall. He would obviously catch her before anything happened, but why tempt fate? Her tickly lips made it awfully hard not to squirm, though…
“G-Gaya!” He didn’t protest, didn’t tell her to stop; just whined. She found that to be tooth-rottingly sweet. “What? I am just trying to warm my wonderful partner up.” The blush on his cheeks only deepened; she knew exactly what she was doing. She also knew how much he liked it.
Pushing her luck, she moved the kisses under his chin, trailing them back down to his neck. Pav squealed, his hands flying up to do something. He really didn’t want to push her away, though… The boy opted for grabbing her shoulders, drumming his feet on the ledge beneath him. Bright, bubbly giggles spilled from his lips, adding some warmth to the cooler fall air. “Gahayatrihihi! Nohot fahahair!”
Could the guy get any more adorable? She thought it so often, but it was true; Pavitr was the sweetest, cutest, most lovable person Gayatri had ever met. And his laughter? Freaking gorgeous. They were the same, in that way; they loved to see and hear each other be happy. Only Gayatri was a bit better at getting what she wanted. Wiggling fingers joined the kisses, gently scribbling at the base of his ribs.
Now that was just mean. He flopped around, trying his best not to push her. Pav wrapped his arms around his torso, scrunching up his shoulders as he tried to block out the tickles. The childish giggles turned to happy, bright laughter as he wiggled around. “Cohohome ohon! खिलना!”
“What? You have yet to stop me, Pavi. I think you might be enjoying yourself~” He whined through his laughter, grabbing onto her wrists. The young hero didn’t shove her hands away; he just refused to admit that she was right. As much as he hated to think it, she was helping. The heat from his blush and laughter had warmed him up, blocking out the slight chill.
His restraint died when he felt her hands travel to his stomach, her nails on his belly button. Pav squealed much louder than before, his laugh skyrocketing up several octaves. “GAHAYATRIHIHI! NOHOT THE TUHUMY!”
Gayatri laughed with him, finding the boisterous sound rather infectious. “But your tummy is my favorite! How can you ask me to move, घाम? So mean.”
He practically squawked, the indignant sound sending his girlfriend into a giggle fit. “Y-YOUHUHU AHARE THE OHONE BEHEHEING MEHEHEAN!”
“Is it really mean if you enjoy it?” Her tone was as teasing as it was affectionate. Gayatri had long since discovered that Pav enjoyed that certain brand of affection. She had no problems with it; it was cute, if anything. The girl was more than happy to indulge him, and she had to admit, it was fun to see his reactions.
It was about time to stop at that point; his cheeks were burning, and he had to go back on patrols when they were done. Still, it just didn’t feel right to end their meet-up without a big finish. Taking a deep breath, she leaned in, blowing a raspberry on the exposed skin of his neck.
When I say he squealed, I mean that every street dog in a fifty-mile radius covered their ears. His neck wasn’t his worst spot, but combined with the belly tickles and general flustering atmosphere, it might as well have been. “NAHAHAHAHO! GAYATRIHIHI, PLEHEHASE! EHENOHOUGH!”
She stopped immediately, pulling him close and peppering his cheeks with little kisses. He giggled softly, still recovering as ghost tickles buzzed along his stomach and neck. Pav couldn't help but melt into the touch, practically going limp on her as he tried to catch his breath. It was, again, adorable.
“You really can’t get any cuter, can you?” Gayatri chuckled, running a hand through his hair. The spider boy loved it when she did that. “Y-youhu’re ehevil…"
"It warmed you up, did it not?" He groaned, but didn't deny it. She was right; he was definitely worth warm, though that could be attributed to the blush on his face or fuzzy feeling in his chest. Either way, it worked.
Suddenly, Pavitr felt his spider sense go off. From a few hundred yards away, a loud crash sounded, followed by sirens and screaming. He collected himself almost immediately, adrenaline and concern replacing the giddy buzz. Another villain to deal with.
"लानत… Gayatri, I'm sorry-" Before he could guilt himself, the other teen cut him off with a kiss. Pav's eyes widened before he kissed her back, savoring the quick yet loving moment. "Go. Those people need your help. Meet you at your Maya Aunty's?"
What did he ever do to deserve a girl like her? The understanding was instant, and she never took it personally. "Absolutely. Be back in a moment, जानू."
With that, he pulled his mask back on, giving her one last hug before leaping off the building. Gayatri watched as he slid off his bangles, flipping around as he raced to the scene.
She loved him so much, but she knew that he needed to do it. If he didn't, who would? When he returned that evening, she would be waiting for him, a cup of chai and a loving pair of arms at the ready. Maybe another ticklish kiss or two as well…
#atsv tickling#lee!pavitr#ler!gayatri#ticklish!pavitr#tickle fic#augtickletober 2023#sfw tickling community#tickle#across the spiderverse tickles#spiderman atsv tickling#augtickletober#tickletober#atsv gayatri#atsv pavitr#spider man india#spiderverse tickles
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Guess who finally watched atsv? This guyyy :D
I have to say, even though I'm not a Marvel person, I really really like this movie and the first one because of the fact that you don't exactly have to be a Marvel expert to enjoy them! I honestly don't know much about Spider-Man (ESPECIALLY about whatever goes on in his live action movies) but I do at least know the basics of his backstory, and honestly that's all you really need to know when it comes to these two movies!
Actually, I think I may start watching all the Marvel movies because of atsv now lol. In the mean time um, have this crummy paper sketch of lee Hobie
#Okay I'm not a complete dumbo when it comes to Spiderman#Pretty sure I remember watching the 2002 and 2012 first movies when I was younger but that's it lol#atsv tickles#across the spiderverse tickles#lee!hobie#ler!pavitr#sfw tickles#fluff
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the sudden DOZENS OF TICKLE THINGS from since Across the Spiderverse came out just proves how soft the community is for the Spiderverse movies
#myself included#i mean have you SEEN lee miles???#HE'S PERSONIFIED SUNSHINE#tickle#tickles#tickling#ticklish#tickle community#lee talks#into the spiderverse tickles#across the spiderverse tickles
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Currently working on that TMA prompt someone sent in (should be done in the next couple of days), but if anybody has any tickle prompts for Pavitr from Across the Spiderverse PLEASE PLEASE SEND THEM I BEG
#ticklish pavitr#pavitr prabhakar tickles#across the spiderverse tickles#into the spiderverse tickles#spiderman tickles
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WHOO! Heya there, welcome to my hide out! 🫂✨
Heya I’m Berry! I’m sometimes here and post tickle fics but usually I’m just unproductive and working on fic’s I’ll never publish or I’m busy reading your guy’s masterpieces! XD
Due to many being minors I’m still keeping this a fluff corner. ^^✨I still advise to read warnings if I do end up writing smth else then fluff. Everyone is welcome to have fun and relax. :)
Requests are OPEN for;
Spiderman: Across the spider verse
Generally Marvel(Venom/the avengers etc)
Your Oc’s and my Oc’s (see info down below)
Things I’ve already written for;
Anime’s
All Saints street
Demon King or Neil
86 Eighty Six
Quit it!
World Trigger
WorldTrigger HC
Mairimashita! Iruma-kun
Iruma-kun is adorable!
Picture Book
Games
Genshin Impact
The Stars
Marvel
Tony and Peter
Break time, Webbing and playtime
Loki and Peter
Run
Loki, Thor and Peter
Through thunderstorms and arguments-Call for help!
My Oc’s
Fiona and Cylia
Happy birthday Fiona!
Fiona and Cylia
A calm evening
Mint and Steven
Sibling Banter
Art
Fiona and Cylia
Still kinda untitled
✨!Blog Anniversary!✨
Series
None yet ^^ might be coming soon tho—
#masterpost#genshin impact#Genshin impact tickles#pinned post#introduction#berry talks#Spiderman tickles#marvel tickles#across the spiderverse tickles#oc stuffs#86 eighty six tickles#all saints street tickles#Mairimashita! Iruma-kun tickles
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My headcanon is that Gabi knows that her Dad is Spiderman and she wants so bad to be a Spider as well like him, so Miguel makes her a suit similar of his own, and Gabi bought fake vampire fangs to recreate the Spider Bite attack on her Dad's neck 🤣
Spoiler: Miguel has a very sensitive neck!
#miguel o'hara#gabriella o’hara#spiderman 2099 spiderverse#spiderman 2099#across the spiderverse#atsv fluff#atsv miguel#atsv fanart#atsv#spiderman atsv#miguel spiderverse#miguel spiderman#across the spider verse fanart#spider man: across the spider verse#across the spider verse spoilers#father and daughter#father and child#spiderverse fluff#fluff#tickle fight#sfw tickling community#tickle art#lee!miguel#sfw tickling#tickling#ticklish#tickle fluff#atsv tickle#atsv tickling#oscar isaac
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ler miguel perhaps?? 😳
you didn't specify a lee so you are now the lee
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Can i request tickled spot from atsv? 🥺
:3c
#little sketchy comic thing bc this inspired me#my art#tickle art#atsv tickle#request#7deqct#across the spiderverse tickle#i drew most of this while watching american psycho dfgsfds
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Spiderbat gets a lil update and a name! Emrys :>
I don't really talk about him but he's trans, a historian who works in a museum. Who, during an insect exhibit explanation, gets bitten by a super spider that was engineered to have some bat traits.
And thus his transformation into being a vampire happens. It's not really a fun one lmao.
#spidersonas#spidersona#across the spiderverse#atvs#i was influenced by the tobey movies. bc in the beginning they go to a university and peter gets bit by a spider that broke out#of its containment and i've been tickled ever since#my art#spiderbat
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Listen Here Punk!
AN: Day 2 comin' in hot! I didn't really intend to do 2 spiderverse fics in a row, but they fit the prompts. Been wanting to write something with Hobie & Miguel, & this idea just jumped out at me!
Miguel didn't necessarily mind sharing his lab space. He knew he had state of the art equipment, and quite frankly everyone wanted to get their hands on it. He'd never admit it in a million years, but he liked the quiet company of someone working nearby with the low hum of machinery droning on in the background.
But that's the thing: he liked quiet company. And Hobie was being anything but.
Hobie had asked him if he could use his 3-D printer while he was in the lunch line. He said sure and shooed him away, and he'd expected he'd be gone by the time he made it back to his office. Needless to say, it was wishful thinking.
Not only was he still there, but he had a damn boombox with him, and it was blaring heavy rock much too loud for his ears.
"Hey I'm back, could you turn it down?" he shouted as he walked in. Hobie looked right at him, and didn't turn it down, so he repeated himself. "Hey, could you turn it down?"
Much to his dismay, Hobie locked their gazes and cranked the volume up.
Miguel glared and marched over, turning the volume so low it was barely audible. Just as he made it back to his desk, the music blared so loud it made him jump.
He whipped around and noticed the way Hobie was hunched over his project sporting a sly smirk.
"Hobie, this isn't funny. I'm asking nicely, please turn off the music," he said, a final warning.
"See, an' I'm trynna give you a better taste in music," he quipped, snickering to himself quietly. If it weren't for Miguel's superhuman hearing, he probably wouldn't have heard it over the deep bass coming through the speakers.
"I'd like it a hell of a lot better if you turned it down!" he yelled, voice barely raising above the music.
"Well that's no way to listen to this kinda music, bruv," he teased, turning the volume dial up even more.
That seemed to be the last straw, because Miguel snapped. He slammed his hand on the boombox and turned it off before setting his sights on Hobie, who was trying hard to play it cool.
"We all know cats land on their feet, let's see if it's he same for spiders, eh?" he asked, walking him closer to the edge of the platform. It was only 15 feet off the ground, so he really wasn't worried about actually hurting him.
"Wait a minute, I was just jokin'!" he tried justifying his behavior, but it was too late. Miguel grabbed him under his arms, hoisting him in the air as he was about to chuck him off. But then he started giggling.
"P-put mehehe dohohown!" he pleaded, legs kicking frantically. His outline grew more sketchy and erratic, his colors more vibrant. Miguel was in such shock, that he did just that... But he didn't let him go. Something Hobie realized with growing fear.
A giddy, terrified grin played at his lips as he clamped his arms to his sides, keeping Miguel's hands trapped in his pits. His own hands were clutching Miguel's forearms for dear life.
"You don't have to do this mate," he pleaded, though excitement glimmered in his eyes.
Miguel clicked his tongue, cocking his head to the side. "I kinda do though. You deliberately went against me, then tried to play it off as a joke-"
"It was a joke!"
"Don't interrupt me," he said sternly, wiggling his fingers in warning. It sent him sputtering, doubling over in his grasp as he tried to fight off the mirth that was building up in his chest. "It's rude. Just like turning up the volume after being asked politely to turn it down," he said sternly, though Hobie could've sworn he saw a fleeting smile.
"Ihihi'm sohohorry!" he caved rather quickly, having heard the rumors of how ruthless Miguel could be.
"Thanks, but I really don't believe you. I mean, you're laughing through your apology! That seems far from sincere to me," he taunted, drilling his thumbs in the center of his pits, making him scream.
"Ihihit's literally your fahahahault!" he cried, stomping his feet as he tried to run out of his grip, with no payoff. His feet simply scraped against the floor as he stayed put.
"Wooow, I didn't expect you to be one to victim blame," he teased.
"I'm the bloody victim here!" Hobie yelped, squirming around in Miguel's hold. "L-lehehet me gohoho!"
"Hmm, I don't know if I should," he wondered aloud, drumming his fingers down his ribs. Hobie doubled over, hugging his arms to his chest as deep belly laughs and sporadic snorts filled the air. "I mean, do you really deserve mercy after that little stunt?" Miguel added, not even bothering to hide his smirk anymore.
"Yehehes Ihihi do!" he insisted, having to lean against Miguel for support as his knees buckled.
He chuckled and shook his head, releasing him from his hold. "Fine. But next time, just listen to me punk. It'll save us both the head ache," he said, giving him a pat on the back as he walked over to his monitors.
"Yeah right, you totally enjoyed that. Smug ass," Hobie quipped, having regained his breath fairly quickly. Miguel looked at him from over his shoulder, arching a brow.
"You want me to actually throw you off?" he threatened in warning.
"Nah I'm leavin' 'm leavin'," he mumbled, stepping off the edge, letting himself fall for a few seconds before shooting a web to catch himself.
Hobie ended up forgetting his boombox. When he remembered a few hours later, he was more than amused to find Miguel, working while listening to music. The same music he had complained about earlier.
"That's funny, thought you didn't like it," he quipped, making his presence known as he walked up from behind. Miguel didn't even flinch.
"Never said I didn't like it. Just asked you to turn it down."
#tickletober 2023#tickletober#tickletober day 2#hobie brown#miguel o'hara#spiderman across the spiderverse#across the spiderverse#atsv#spiderman atsv#atsv fic#spiderman atsv fic#spiderman atsv tickle fic#atsv tickle fic#ticklish!hobie
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Tickletober Day 4: Weak Spot
A/N: Hello hello everyone! I'm back with another spiderverse tk fic because I am not normal about spiderverse or tks (the fact that I say 'tks' should tell you everything you need to know-) ANYWAYS! I'm doing day 4 of tickletober, again with lee!hobie because I love this tall punk and he needs to be wrecked to hell and back. I've decided I'm not going to do every single day of tickletober, really just ones I feel like doing and have the motivation for. I realistically wouldn't be able to do every day anyways, as I'm fairly busy with school atm. Anyways, I won't take up anymore of your time, so just enjoy the fic! :D
TW: swearing, tickles
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It took a lot to shake Hobie Brown, a lot to catch him off guard, to make him tick. Not even counting the spidey-sense that he and every other spider-person had, it still took a lot to even mildly surprise him. All of his friends knew this, and they were driven mad by this fact.
Which led to now.
"Okay, so operation 'Finally surprise Hobie' is a go?" Miles asked, narrowing his eyes as he looked at Gwen and Pavitr. The three teenagers were located in the spider-society cafeteria, getting a bite to eat as they discussed their master plan. Pavitr shrugged, tilting his head to the side.
"Well," Pavitr began, drawing out the word. "We could do it after we eat.. but! I do have an idea on how we can really get him!" He beamed, a huge grin on his face. Miles and Gwen looked at Pavitr, a look of curiosity, but also a bit of mischief to it.
"Go on.." Gwen urged, her eyes shining with pure mischief.
"Okay.. so you guys don't know this, but..."
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Hobie chuckled as he saw Miles approach him, tilting his head to the side. Miles was running to Hobie with a sense of urgency, which spiked the punks curiosity. He gave Miles a small wave, looking down at the panting teenager.
"Ay Miles, watcha need? Seems urgent." Hobie said, giving Miles a small, yet curious grin. Miles wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead, straightening his slightly bent posture to look at Hobie. "Yeah, actually.. I.." Miles paused, taking a moment to catch his breath.. and also try his best to hide the growing smirk that was appearing on his face.
"Me.. Pav, Gwen.. we need your help." Miles said, quickly thinking up a story to elaborate on. "We lost one of Miguel's.. gadgets- don't ask why we have it- and we can't find it anywhere. Last I checked it was somewhere in Pav's room but.." Miles paused a second time, trying to make up a convincing enough story to fool Hobie, which was pretty damn hard with him usually being the main prankster of the group.
And yet, there was no elaboration needed, because Hobie was apparently none the wiser.
"Pfft. Sure, I'll help you guys out. You don't want Miguel on your ass for losin' something of his, lemme tell ya." He agreed, a low chuckle coming from the punk. Miles had to fight the huge mischievous grin that threatened to appear on his face, opting for a soft smile instead.
"Great, thanks man!" Miles said, bouncing on his heels. "Gwen and Pav are already in his dimension so I'll just.." Miles created a portal to Earth-50101 for him and Hobie, looking back at the punk before jumping in, with said punk following close behind.
Gwen's leg bounced as she sat on Pavitr's bed, looking up at the Indian Spider-Man with a slightly worried expression. "You know if we do this we're dead right?" Gwen said, looking around Pavitr's room almost haphazardly.
"Don't worry!" Pavitr reassured, cracking his knuckles in slight preparation. "If he's getting anyone back, it's me! This was my idea after all!" He added, looking to Gwen with a determined expression.
A portal in Pavitr's room opened suddenly, with Miles hopping out and Hobie right behind him, his hands in his vest pockets. Gwen looked to Miles, her expression practically asking Miles if Hobie bought the lie. Miles got the message and gave her a thumbs up when Hobie wasn't looking.
"Right, so, you lot ended up losin' one of Miguel's gadgets if I'm not mistaken?" Hobie asked, raising an eyebrow at the three teenagers in front of him. Miles nodded, praying that Gwen and Pavitr did the same. Miles internally cursed himself for not telling Gwen and Pavitr what lie he came up before hand, but he let out an internal sigh of relief when Gwen began to speak.
"Uh.. yeah. Lost it somewhere in Pav's room.." Gwen said, pretending to look underneath Pavitr's bed in search for the gadget they 'lost'. Hobie chuckled and actually began looking for this not-really-lost gadget, looking at the higher shelves that were in Pavitr's room. While Hobie wasn't looking, Miles gave Pavitr and Gwen a huge grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Gwen and Pavitr returned the mischievous expression, all of them looking to Hobie with a devilish smirk.
An idea brewed in Miles' mind, walking over to Hobie and trying to hide the devilish grin on his face. "Is it not up here?" Miles asked, looking up to Hobie. "Uh.. don't think so." Hobie replied, sighing as he looked down at Miles. "Alright.. thanks, by the way." Miles added, giving Hobie a small poke or two to the torso as thanks, also just to check if Hobie reacted.
Hobie didn't even flinch.
Miles internally sighed at the lack of a reaction, going back to Gwen and Pavitr, who were pretending to look for the gadget. Miles bent down to Pavitr's level, the teen pretending to look in a few drawers.
"I thought you said he was ticklish?" Miles whispered, keeping his tone incredibly soft so Hobie wouldn't hear. "He is! You just gotta know where to poke!" Pavitr replied, giving Miles a poke to the ribs to prove his point. Miles squeaked and jumped back, lightly slapping Pavitr's arm. "Well where do I poke?" Miles asked, widening his eyes as another way to ask for further elaboration.
Pavitr couldn't help but giggle, cocking his head to the side. "Here.. give me a second.."
Pavitr walked up to Hobie, grabbing his hands rather quickly and dragging him closer to the middle of the room. Hobie let out a small yelp, stumbling on his feet from the sudden movement. "Pav, what're you doin'? If you needed help over here you coulda shouted for me." Hobie said, looking at Pavitr with a mildly confused expression. His expression only grew more confused when Pavitr started giggling, and also when Gwen and Miles looked up from where they were 'searching'.
Gwen and Miles had to stop themselves from giggling, both of them covering their mouths with their hands. Pavitr looked towards Gwen and Miles, not even being able to hide the mischief in his eyes. "I'll let you guys take the lead, I feel like it's not as fun if I tell you guys where he's ticklish!"
Hobie's eyes widened very slightly, covering up his mild nervousness with a smirk and a laugh. "Ha! That's funny you guys, that's bloody hilarious! I'm not even ticklish." He said, his tone as smug as ever. Miles, Gwen, and especially Pavitr didn't buy the lie, with Pavitr shaking his head and chuckling. "C'mon Hobie! You can't keep up that facade forever! They had to find out eventually!" Pavitr giggled, a slightly teasing lilt to his voice. The tone of Pavitr's voice made Hobie's stomach do flips, but he would never admit it out loud. The punk took a step back, the first crack in his confident facade.
"There isn't a missing gadget is there? you lot tricked me, is that it?" Hobie's questions were met with more giggling, which Hobie assumed meant 'Yeah, we tricked you and you fell for it'.
"It was Pav's idea!" Miles was quick to blame, pointing a finger at Pavitr before anything else. Pavitr shrugged in response, looking at Miles before returning his attention to Hobie. "I know you're gonna destroy me after this, but in my opinion this is worth it!"
Miles was the first to pounce, tackling Hobie to the ground and relentlessly scratching at his stomach, seeing how the punk would react. Hobie was a bit surprised by the sudden display of strange that ended up literally sweeping the punk off his feet. He was also surprised by the bold move by Miles' fingernails scratching and scribbling at his torso, a choked giggle coming from the punk.
"I'm not ticklish mate. Give it up.." Hobie said, turning his head to the side as he felt the tiniest giggle build up inside of him. Pavitr could be heard chuckling, once again shaking his head as he looked at Hobie.
"Here, I'll give you guys a hint! There's one really ticklish spot on his body! Once you find that, he'll start going crazy!" Pavitr grinned, watching Hobie begin to squirm underneath Miles' weight. Seeing Miles struggle to stay on top of Hobie, Gwen quickly moved to sit on his thighs, her back facing Miles. Pavitr thought it was only fair if he didn't interfere, as he already knew every little spot on Hobie's body that made him crack, opting to just watch Gwen and Miles figure it out themselves.
"Sorry Hobie, you kind of deserve this, let's be honest." Miles moved his fingers to Hobie's sides as Gwen's sharp nails began working on Hobie's legs, starting at his thighs. Hobie found it a bit harder to hide the giggles that were threatening to escape his lips, but he managed to hide them pretty well.
"I thought I told you guys-! I'm not ticklish!" Hobie said, his tone becoming a bit more high-pitched as he let out the softest giggle. Hobie squirmed underneath Miles and Gwen's weight, finding it surprisingly hard to wiggle out from underneath them. Miles and Gwen didn't buy what came out of Hobie's mouth, instead continuing to relentlessly tickle Hobie as Pavitr watched, the boy giggling at Hobie's expense.
Miles and Gwen grinned widely at the tiny giggle that came from Hobie, now knowing they had to persist, and find that aforementioned sweet spot that Pavitr told them about. Gwen and Miles' hands worked in an unpredictable fashion, keeping Hobie guessing where they would strike next. Miles' hands ruthlessly clawed at Hobie's stomach, trying to find the softest spots on his torso, and Gwen's fingernails scraped along his thighs, occasionally moving a bit lower, right next to his knee. This is where Gwen noticed something, where she noticed Hobie would tense up and squirm around a bit more whenever she got to close to his knees. Gwen nudged Miles' shoulder with her own, urging him to look at her.
"Hey, Miles.." Gwen whispered, a devilish smirk on her face. Miles looked behind him to see Gwen, his fingers still squeezing and scribbling Hobie's torso as if it was a usual thing he did that didn't require any extra thought. (Miles would now want it to be a usual thing if it meant Hobie reacted in the honestly adorable way that he did.)
"Yeah? Did you find something?" Miles grinned, his eyes sparkling at the idea. Gwen nodded and pointed to Hobie's knee, circling one finger around his kneecap. Hobie's leg jerked as he put a hand to his mouth, his squirming only increasing as he tried to get the two teenagers off of him.
"You little- pfft-! S-stop that!" Hobie attempted to bark out an insult, but ended up fighting back a squeak as Gwen began scribbling along his knee. Hobie grit his teeth and made an attempt to kick his legs out, but his attempt at doing so were only met with more tickles. Miles decided that it'd be a good idea to help Gwen out, the two teens sitting on each of Hobie's legs and skittering their fingers along Hobie's knees.
Hobie did a pretty decent job at hiding his giggles, which disappointed Miles and Gwen, who both looked to Pavitr for help. Pavitr chuckled in response and pointed to his own knee, but pointed to the backside as opposed to the front. Gwen's and Miles' eyes widened in response, their grins growing impossibly wider as they wasting no time and started scratching along the backsides of Hobie's knees.
Hobie actually screamed.
"PFFTHAHAHAHAHAHA-! YOU LITTLE SHIHIHIHITS!! STOP THAHAHAHAT!" Hobie screeched, throwing his head back as he dissolved into loud cackles. Miles and Gwen's grins grew incredibly wide, and Pavitr could be heard giggling and clapping his hands.
"Well, you guys got close.. but in the end I still had to help!" Pavitr chuckled, shuffling over to Hobie. Pavitr smirked and began scribbling at Hobie's stomach, earning louder laughter from the punk. "F-FUHUHAHACK PAHAV-! STAHAHAHAHAHAP THAT!!" Hobie begged, his eyes stained with mirthful tears.
Pavitr in fact, did not stop, knowing that Hobie would only actually need a break if he stopped resisting, which he wasn't in the slightest. Hobie kicked and thrashed underneath the weight of Miles and Gwen, and he also weakly batted at Pavitr's arms, it didn't do much to deter the thirty fingers that were scratching at his body as fast as possible, but it was worth a shot right?
"Wow, Hobie. And I thought you said you weren't ticklish.." Miles said, continuing to scratch behind Hobie's knee with one hand, and looking down at his other hand as a cruel idea flicked into his mind. Hobie's only response was flipping Miles off, being to incapacitated from his laughter to do anything else. Gwen chuckled as she saw Hobie give Miles the finger, experimentally squeezing the skin underneath Hobie's knee, only to be met with more cackles and shrieks.
A few sparks of blue electricity flicked across Miles' fingers, a wide smirk appearing on his face. Miles stopped tickling Hobie, and zapped the skin underneath his knee with one finger, all the electricity he charged up going straight to Hobie. The feeling didn't hurt in the slightest, in fact, Hobie would argue it did the exact opposite as he let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched shriek.
"MILES-!! FUHUHUCKIN STAHAP- SHIHIHIT NOT AGAHAIN-! NAHAHAHAHAHA MILES!" Hobie screamed as Miles zapped behind his knee a second time, his eyes shut as mirthful tears began to fall down his face. Hobie's squirming lessened significantly, the only thing the punk had the energy to was laugh, and even his own laughter was beginning to go silent. Miles, Gwen, and Pavitr noticed this, and they all slowly came to a stop, looking down at the panting Hobie.
"You alright? We didn't kill you did we?" Gwen asked, her tone mostly teasing, but with a slight hint of genuine worry. Hobie shook his head, giving Gwen a shaky thumbs up.
"N-nah.. I'm fine.." Hobie replied, still stuck in a fit of giggles. Hobie put the back of his hand to his forehead, closing his eyes as he tried to ignore the lingering tingles that stayed on his body even after the three teenagers pulled their hands away.
Once Hobie regained enough energy, he sighed, lifting his head up slightly. "Could you guys.. get offa me?" Hobie asked, being met with two nods and Gwen and Miles getting off of Hobie. Hobie sat up, and as if he hadn't lost a single bit of energy, sprung up to his feet, wiping his eyes as laughter-induced tears still stained them. The three other teens in the room followed Hobie, each and every one of them springing up to their feet with similar energy.
"Right.. now if I remember correctly, Miles said you were the instigator behind all this, right Pav?" Hobie asked, cracking his knuckles and looking at Pavitr with an expression that said 'I'm gonna tickle the shit out of you.'
Pavitr responded with a nervous giggle, gingerly backing up from where Hobie stood. "W-well.. Miles and Gwen did agree to it, so.." Pavitr stammered, trying to convince Hobie to go after the other two instead.
"Yeah, yeah. I know, I'm gettin' em back later. But for now.."
"H-hobie-! W-wait, wait wait- HOHOHOHOHOHOBIE-!"
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#tickle#tickles#atsv tickles#atsv tickle#across the spiderverse tickles#lee!hobie#ler!miles#ler!gwen#ler!pavitr#hobie needs to be wrecked /a#noticing a servere lack of gwen in tk fics and i won't stand for it
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TickleTober Day 17 - Interrogation
@hexalianrebel-blackfeathers These ideas are making me so happy Panda I SWEAR! Love these two, they'd get up to so much fun mischief! I apologize for any Hobie-slang slander, I will not claim to fully understand how his speech patterns work (T.T) I tried, I hope you all Enjoy!
Lee: Pavitr
Ler: Hobie
Summary: Pavitr thinks it's a good idea to try and hide his candy stash from his friends, refusing to share. Hobie shows him just how persuasive he can be when it comes to the sweet treats.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!
Halloween: the all-around favorite holiday of the spider heroes. One group of teens, specifically, makes it their goal to bring in as much candy as possible. And they never shared with each other. Well, never shared willingly.
Pavitr had pulled quite the haul that year. He had managed to convince Gayatri to go with him, dressing in matching couple costumes. One pair of puppy dog eyes later, the spider teen had at least five pounds worth of candy in each bucket.
Gayatri wasn't really into the sugary stuff, letting him have her bucket. Now, Pav didn't exactly need all that candy; he had plenty of energy and joy to begin with. He'd always had a sweet tooth, however, constantly trying sugary confections and stealing treats from his friends.
Everyone knew about the Indian spider's love for sweets. Everyone knew that he had plenty to spare. He just needed some…persuasion. And nobody knew how to persuade Pavitr better than Hobie.
That year's hiding spot was one of his best; in the hollow pot of a large fake fern in his apartment. He preferred living house plants, but due to his Spider-Man work, Pav just didn't have time to take care of one. For once, his busy life had provided him some luck. Who would think to look in a plant pot?
He had just pulled a few treats from his stash when the loud, whirring sound of a portal interrupted him. The sunny teen stuffed the candy into his pockets just as a figure entered his dimension. Recognition was immediate; the clinking pins, thumping boots and lanky frame were instant tells. Hobie had come for a visit. His timing was awful…
"Oi Pav, how'd the candy run go?" If you knew Pavitr, one thing would be very clear; he was an awful liar. The boy had obvious tells, and almost never sold the bullshit he was trying to feed people. He would bite his lip, almost always crossing his arms when he lied. Just as he was doing then. “Not very well. I did not get as much as I was hoping for, already ate most of it.”
Hobie immediately knew he was lying. The story wasn’t bad, but the delivery was weak as a wet noodle. “Uh-huh, sure. Ey, mind tellin’ the truth? I’m not buyin’ that line a’ bull.” Pav cringed, knowing he was busted. Dishonesty just wasn’t his forte…
Still, he had gotten so much candy that year. He loved Hobie to death, but the sweets were corrupting him. He tried another lie. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, bro. This…this is all I seem to have left.” Pav, still trying his best to sell the obvious fib, pulled the ten or so pieces of candy from his pockets. There were a few hard candies, some chocolates, and even a wrapped piece of kaju barfi from the kindly older woman a few blocks away.
Hobie saw through the clear lie, though his friend’s commitment to the bit was admirable. “That so, yeah? Fine then. You asked for this, bruv.”
Before his spider-sense could warn him, Hobie lunged at Pavitr, picking the teen up and tossing him onto the nearby couch. Pav yelled and smacked at the taller man’s shoulder, but couldn’t really do much. Hobie got the jump on him, and he was already a bit giddy from the obscurity of it all. “Hoho- Hobie! Wait!”
“Nah, don’t think I will.” Pav had already known what was coming; the punk only got that look on his face when he played a certain brand of silliness. In seconds, his arms were webbed above his head, ten bony fingers running up and down the length of his ribs. “NYAHahaha! Hohohobie, noho tihihickles!”
Bubbly giggles quickly lit up Pavitr’s apartment, bringing a bit of life into the homey environment. Ever the tease, Hobie snickered as he continued his tickly attack. “No shit, Pav. That’s the point.”
Surprisingly, the boy could say and hear the t-word without getting flustered. It was teasy compliments that did him in. “Aww, that’s a cute laugh ya got, Pavi.” Hobie sent a few pokes to his armpits, getting a squeal in response. “Gonna tell me where the stash is yet?”
Typically, he’d have his bangles and web shooters to help him out of the mess. But it was a slow day, and Pav took every chance he could get to wear his normal, comfy clothes. The soft, loose shirt did little to protect against Hobie’s evil fingers. “Ihihihi- HEHEY! NOHOT THE TUHUHUMYHY!” He felt his cheeks heat up from the cute tease, both loving and hating the compliment.
“Hmm. Guess not.” Pavitr’s stomach had always been a weak point. He thought he’d grow out of it; over the years, however, it felt like his tum only got more sensitive. The boy drummed his feet on the couch beneath Hobie, trying to distract himself from the ticklish shocks spreading across his belly.
Hobie honestly found it cute. Pav’s careless smile, giddy and happy laughter, slight blush on his tan cheeks; it was perfect. He loved to play around with all his friends, but the shorter spider was definitely a favorite for that sort of affection. Saying he was soft for his loved ones would be spot on. He had no shame admitting that, or abusing the fact that they all loved it.
And abuse it he did. Pavitr could feel himself both melting and going crazy at the tickling. He honestly liked it when Hobie, or any of his friends, played the silly game. There was just something so…freeing in being able to laugh his cares away with a loved one. Especially Hobie. “COHOHOME OHON! IHIHI- WHYHYHY?!” If only he wasn’t being a bit mean to get information.
“Why? I just want a few of my fam’s sweets, but you apparently ain’t sharing. So I’m having a bit a’ fun. Unless, ya know, you wanna tell me where your hidin’ spot is?” He clawed at Pav’s belly, smirking at the adorable reactions. He could practically hear the boy’s thoughts, and they said he was enjoying himself. Nothing wrong with that, but Hobie was looking for info, not the usual cuteness. “Unless…you don’t really want this to stop…”
Two big squeezes to his sides came with the tease, making him squeal. Hobie wasn’t wrong…but no way he was admitting that. The webs pinning his hands were sturdy, he knew they wouldn’t break no matter how hard he tugged. That didn’t stop him from trying, though. “SH-SHUHUHUSH!”
That was when Hobie decided to be evil. The anarchist slipped his hands under Pav’s shirt, his cold rings making the boy squeak on impact. One hand started to squeeze Pavitr’s side, the other spidering its nails across his belly button region. The bubbly boy practically shrieked, a scream and a squeal combining to make one adorably frantic sound.
“HOHOHOBAHART! NOHOHO! DOHOHON’T- IHIT TIHiCKLES!” Hobie gasped dramatically, not stopping the tickles for a second. “Did you just government-name me? Oho, that’s it, ya little shit."
It was time to be very, very mean. Hobie pulled up Pavitr's loose shirt, exposing his toned stomach. Perfect. The punk wiggled his brows before taking a deep breath, blowing the biggest raspberry he could manage on Pav's poor belly. At the same time, he squeezed along the boy's sides, driving him mad with the ticklish combination.
Pav could barely function, the intense tickling immediately finishing him. "NAHAHA! IHIHI- IHI CAHAHAN'T! HOHOBIE PLEHEHEASE!" He bucked and squirmed, to get the Brit's head away from his ticklish tum.
He wasn't quite done yet, though. The punk blew a few smaller raspberries, making sure to shake his head so his lip piercing did a bit of tickling as well. Pavitr was practically in hysterics, thrashing and writhing to try and escape the tickles.
Hobie eventually gave him a breather, sitting up and admiring his work. Pav greedily gulped in air, giggling like mad as he tried to catch his breath. Why did he do this again… oh, right. The candy: he had almost forgotten about the treat stash.
"Al'igh Pavi, ya got one more chance. Where's your stash, mate?" Pavitr got one more poke to the armpit, just because he could. The giggly boy groaned, leaning his head back and scrunching his eyes shut.
He relented, not having any more energy left to resist."F-fihihine! Ihit's- it's ihin Anvi's pohohot. Now noho mohohore!"
That got an eye-roll from the punk. Anvi was the name of Pav's fake fern. Hobie took a small pocket knife from his waistband, cutting the webs and climbing off his friend.
The plant pot looked normal, save for a throw pillow propped on the bottom. Moving the pillow aside, Hobie found a hole in the ceramic. There, right inside, were two big buckets of candy. "Damn, Pav. Cleaned 'em out, didn' ya?"
Taking one of the buckets, Hobie replaced the pillow and walked back over to the couch. At that point, Pavitr was sitting up, his breathing returning to normal. The blush on his cheeks was very visible, but other than that, he seemed to have calmed down.
Cute… Hobie set the bucket between them, grabbing the first chocolate off the top, unwrapping it and popping it in his mouth. Pav followed suit, though he didn't pass up the chance to poke Hobie's side. The punk just chuckled, tossing an empty sweets wrapper at his head.
Totally worth it…
#atsv tickling#lee!pavitr#ler!hobie#ticklish!pavitr#augtickletober 2023#tickle fic#sfw tickling community#tickle#across the spiderverse tickles#spiderverse tickles#augtickletober#augtickletober2023#atsv hobie#atsv pavitr#ler!hobart
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Date Night
in which mj bullies miguel with thigh tickles cuz i have brainrot and wanted to treat myself
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Unsurprisingly, it was Peter’s fault.
“I am… so sorry.”
Muffled through a palm that barely hid a grin, the apology was entirely unconvincing.
“Yeah, I can tell you’re just wracked with guilt,” Miguel deadpanned, feeling dead inside. He would’ve rubbed his temple if he’d been able, but neither arm was stuck close enough to his head. His next move might’ve been to use his claws, if he’d had the range of motion for it. Unfortunately, there was little one could do when they were half-encased in webbing.
It was the end result of a series of mishaps, comical for Peter, miserable for Miguel. In short, there’d been a Spiderman experimenting with new web fluid, high-strength to the point that it’d jammed their web-shooter. Much to everyone’s surprise, they’d turned to Peter B. Parker for help. Flattered, he’d promised to take a look at the web-shooter… then promptly misplaced it in Miguel’s lair.
And then, because the only thing worse than Parker luck was O’Hara luck, Miguel had been the one to find it.
On the floor.
By stepping on it.
“Wow, you’re super stuck on there, huh?” Peter tugged at the webbing on Miguel’s chest. It wrapped across his entire torso, too thick to simply pull apart. In contrast, Miguel’s lower body had nearly been spared, bearing only a handful of web clumps. Unfortunately, that still proved enough to bind his legs, trapping him in an odd lean against the wall.
“I can whip up a solvent in the lab, but it’ll take time,” Peter warned, getting serious. Then he exhaled ruefully. “Of course this happened on date night… MJ’s gonna be bummed.”
Honestly, Miguel was disappointed, too. He’d been looking forward to his evening with the Parkers. However, before he could consider admitting it, Peter suddenly brightened and lifted his watch.
“I just had the best idea.”
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MJ had visited Nueva York before, but the portals were still a novelty to her. Stepping from her sunny living room into Miguel’s shaded sanctum resulted in some stumbling as her eyes adjusted.
“¡Cuidado!” Miguel hissed out in alarm when she nearly ran into a shelf. Quickly course-correcting, MJ followed his voice, eventually locating the correct corner.
“Oh, Migs,” she sighed when she saw him, reaching out to cradle his face. Instinctively, Miguel leaned forward, though he couldn’t actually get any closer.
“How much did Peter tell you?” Miguel asked while her thumb brushed soothingly against his cheek.
“Enough to know our dinner plans won’t be happening, but I can still keep you company while Peter fixes this mess.” MJ then paused, realizing something. “Is Lyla not with you? I thought she lived here.”
Miguel shrugged, or at least tried to. “She’s assigned to monitoring the multiverse tonight.” He scowled a bit. “I got her to call Peter, but that’s as far as she needs to be involved in this.”
MJ’s lips quirked up in amusement. “Because she’ll make fun of you?”
“…She already did.”
Miguel pouted, and unable to resist, MJ kissed him, nice and slow. “You poor thing,” she murmured when they parted, pleased to see him looking slightly dazed. “Anything I can do to make you feel better?”
Miguel raised an eyebrow at her tone. “Not that I don’t appreciate the offer, but what can you do while I’m webbed up like this?”
MJ looked down, and Miguel followed her gaze, realizing then that she stood between his legs. There was some space separating their bodies, but it couldn't have been more than an inch. “Depends on how much you can feel through the suit,” she practically purred, giving his left thigh a squeeze. MJ had meant for it to be flirtatious... only to jump when Miguel jolted violently.
“Miguel?!” she cried out in concern, then registered that he'd also made a sound. Not one of pain, nor pleasure like she'd aimed for, but- “Wait a second, are you…? Here?”
Miguel froze as MJ reassessed him, eyes roaming curiously across his legs. Hyperaware of where her thoughts were leading, he barely suppressed the urge to shiver. He did shiver when she grabbed herself a seat, scooting in right between his knees. Placing a hand on top of each thigh, she smiled up at him... then started kneading.
“SHOCK!” Miguel screeched before he crumbled, cackling without any restraint. Both MJ and Peter had tickled him before, but no one had gone for the thighs since… well, Xina. It was even worse than he remembered, and he'd remembered it being pretty embarrassing. His ex had never let him live it down, and evidently, it was back to haunt him.
“How did we not know about this?” MJ marveled, alternating between legs. She massaged upwards from his knees, which might’ve been relaxing for anyone else. Miguel writhed within the cluster of webbing, eyes squeezed shut as tightly as possible. They shot back open when MJ moved inwards, pinching along his inner thighs.
“¡Mierda!” escaped him more like a whine than a curse, as he flung his head back, giggling uncontrollably. MJ only did this for a minute before withdrawing in astonishment.
“So that’s all it takes to get the fangs out, huh?” She could not have been more delighted. “Aww, no, don’t be shy!” she protested when Miguel rushed to hide them. Thinking fast, she switched to scratching, honing in on the thickest part of his thighs. Miguel promptly lost his mind, fangs flashing openly as he wailed with mirth.
Scratching eventually eased into grazing, granting Miguel a break, though not enough to stop smiling. He allowed his fangs to peek out from his mouth, if only to garner more mercy from MJ.
“Such a cute smile,” MJ cooed, smirking when Miguel turned his head away, flustered. She and Peter had realized quite early on that direct praise worked wonders on him. Speaking of which- “Peter’s really missing out… We’ll definitely have to fill him in later.”
Miguel tried not to think too hard about all the things Peter might do with that knowledge.
As soon as Miguel was reasonably recovered, MJ resumed her exploration with the backs of his thighs. Miguel’s legs trembled as MJ’s fingers climbed them, but that wasn’t the part that got him giggling again.
“Oh my god.” MJ couldn’t stop grinning when she finally noticed where her hand had wandered. “Seriously? Your ass is ticklish? Peter is gonna love this so much.” She was very tempted to linger there herself, but Miguel's position just wasn't ideal for it. Sitting back, she examined him again, contemplating her other options.
“Will I regret asking what you’re thinking?” Miguel questioned cautiously.
MJ looked pensive, then mischievous.
“There's just one more thing I have to try.”
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The solvent was done sooner than he’d expected. Future tech really never ceased to amaze. Peter swung his way back to Miguel’s lair in record time, fully prepared to announce himself, until-
“¡POR DIOS, ERES UNA SÁDICA!”
The exclamation made him rear back. It had obviously come from Miguel, but what the hell was making him sound like that?
Peter’s spider-sense wasn’t going off at all, but just to be safe, he crept forward in stealth mode. He nearly abandoned it to charge in when he heard what sounded like a sob. Experience kept him grounded, though. If something bad was happening, he needed the upper hand. Then he finally rounded the corner, and apprehension made way for awe.
He’d seen MJ tickle Miguel before, poking playfully at his sides, or even nibbling at his neck. Peter and MJ had both picked up on the fact he never genuinely tried to stop her. It was one of Peter’s favorite discoveries about Miguel, even if Miguel rarely made it that easy for him. With all that in mind, though, Peter still wasn’t ready to find MJ tickling Miguel to tears.
“Nonono- ¡No puedo más!” Miguel was babbling between hysterics. Meanwhile, Peter’s very lovely wife was digging into the crease of his thighs. The webs holding Miguel showed off their strength, hardly letting him thrash, much less escape. Miguel’s desperation only intensified as MJ’s fingers migrated inward.
Mary Jane could be a menace. Peter had known that for years. He was pretty sure that after this, Miguel would never forget it either. With MJ scribbling right between his thighs, he broke down within seconds.
“¡No más! Please! Stohohop, plehease!” Miguel begged breathlessly, hitting his limit.
And because MJ was mean but never cruel, she pulled back without any hesitation.
Peter waited another minute for Miguel to calm down, while MJ gently brushed tears from his eyes. He couldn’t make out whatever she was whispering, but he could guess from the way Miguel nuzzled her palm. “Hope I’m not ruining a tender moment,” Peter piped up then, revealing himself. All attention snapped to him, and in greeting, he pulled out the solvent.
“…How long were you watching?” Miguel asked once he'd been fully freed from the wall.
“Pretty sure I heard you call my wife a sadist,” Peter answered cheerfully.
Miguel flushed. MJ laughed. Peter was incredibly in love with them both.
He did wish he'd gotten a turn, though... Maybe they could pencil it in next date night.
#tickling#spideysjane#pbm&ms#spiderparents#miguel o'hara#mary jane watson#peter b parker#spiderverse#across the spiderverse#atsv#a tickly fic
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Measuring Mishap
(I’m sorry that the picture is so blurry-)
Author’s note: Another fic with Miguel after I said I would only make one? I couldn’t help myself. Can you blame me? Lol! I hope you enjoy!
Series: Across the Spider-Verse
Characters: Miguel O’Hara and Lyla
Word count: 2,242
Summary: Lyla is assisting Miguel by measuring him for a new spider suit, but a small mishap occurs in the process that leads the AI to instead discover a playful piece of information about him that can make him laugh.
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It’s hard enough tearing Miguel away from his work, let alone asking the man to stand still. He always has to be active with something, whether it’s skimming through files, capturing anomalies, or making sure that everything in the Spider-Society is in working order, so taking a break is not one of his strong points.
Miguel huffs as he stands in his spider suit on a short, cylindrical platform, his arms crossed. Above him, two robotic limbs hang from a steel frame like the strings of a marionette. A yellow strip of measuring tape is held in the metal fingers of the robotic hands as the contraption measures Miguel from shoulder to shoulder.
Miguel taps his foot on the ground and exhales an impatient sigh. “Lyla, how much longer is this going to take?” he turns to the AI in question, who’s floating beside his head.
“Just a few more measurements and you’ll be good to go,” Lyla taps away on a digital screen in front of her. Matching her own hand movements in sync, a robotic hand taps at the air alongside her while Lyla makes her note. “What’s the rush anyway? You don’t have any meetings scheduled for later.”
“I just want to get back to business, that’s all.”
“Business?” Lyla hovers backwards, almost offended. “I’m measuring you for a new suit to enhance your abilities so you can catch anomalies with more ease,” she demonstrates by controlling the robotic limbs to take Miguel’s arm away from its crossed state, then measuring it from shoulder to wrist, “It doesn’t get more business-y than that.”
“You know what I mean, Lyla,” Miguel shakes his head. “Work, reports, surveillance, making sure the anomalies are properly contained—instead of standing still like this. That kind of business.”
Lyla pulls the measuring tape and the mechanical arms away to type another note. “Yeah, I get it. But doesn’t it feel nice to take a break every once and a while? It definitely gets you away from those screens you always slouch over.” She throws a teasing grin at him and tries to straighten out his back with the robotic hands, like she’s posing an action figure. “I mean, just look at what it’s doing to your posture!”
“My posture is fine,” Miguel grumbles. He shifts his shoulders. “I only feel like every single second that I’m away from my hands-on work, another multiverse is potentially being swallowed whole.”
“Ugg, you’re being dramatic again. And also mathematically incorrect. On average we have three anomalies each day, meaning that every twenty-eight thousand eight hundred seconds another multiverse is in danger, not every single second.” She smirks down at him, pleased with her correction.
Miguel rolls his eyes. “Can we just get back to the task at hand, please?” He starts to fidget in his spot, like stretching out his arms to keep himself occupied, yet he’s moving around too much for Lyla to continue measuring him. The AI temporarily hangs the strip of measuring tape on the metal frame above them.
“I’m just saying that you can benefit from loosening up for a bit,” Lyla’s ramblings begin to wander as she tries to position Miguel with the mechanical arms to stand still on the platform, but she’s not paying complete attention to where the robot hands are drifting, “You know, like taking a moment to de-stress. It wouldn’t hurt to try—”
Lyla is suddenly cut off by an uncharacteristic yelp emanating from Miguel. Miguel snatches the robotic wrists away from his sides and fires a glare at Lyla, “Watch where you’re putting these things!”
Processing the aftermath of the yelp, the AI quickly deduces that while she wasn’t paying attention, she must have accidentally squeezed his sides.
“Oh! Sorry, sorry!” Lyla regains control of the robotic limbs. She properly guides them back towards his torso, but Miguel flinches away, as if on reflex. Lyla tilts her head in curiosity. She shrugs it off and maneuvers the arms close to his sides to hold him straight, but again, Miguel jumps away without her touching him, as if he was suddenly anxious of the mechanical hands.
She tries once more, but every time the robotic hands get close, he recoils and restarts her progress. Lyla narrows her eyes at him and pouts. “Miguel, hold still,” she tries to catch him without him flinching away, almost like corralling a startled horse into a stable. She attempts to grab at his arm, “I can’t get accurate measurements if you keep—”
“Hey!” Miguel tenses up with a squeak when she mistakenly pinches at his ribs.
Lyla pulls the robot hands away, smiling with intrigue at the sound Miguel just made. “What was that?” she giggles.
Miguel tightens his arms closer to his chest, almost like he wanted to sink into himself. Miguel clears his throat. He adverts his eyes from Lyla's gaze. “It was—”
“Nothing?” she cuts him off with a sly smile, “I thought you would say that. Analyzing what just occurred now.”
“Lyla wait, don’t-
The pixels of Lyla’s heart-shaped glasses flash twice. “Analyzing complete. I detected a hint of laughter in your voice. And came to the conclusion that…” Lyla pauses as her data is pieced together. “No…” her mouth widens along with her eyes. “No way!” her voice heightens with excitement. “You’re—!”
Miguel barks, “Don’t say it!”
“You’re ticklish!”
Miguel face palms with a growling sigh, flinching just hearing that word. “You said it…”
Lyla giggles excitedly, almost squealing like a fangirl. “How am I just learning about this now?! I need to know all the juicy details! Like, where are you the most ticklish?” She teasingly moves the robot arm with wiggling fingers towards his stomach. Miguel quickly grabs the wrist of the contraption before it can make contact.
“L-Lyla! This is not the time for these unnecessary activities!” he shoves the metal limb away from him.
“Nah, I think this is a perfect time! What you need is a good laugh!” She commands a robot limb to grab Miguel’s left wrist above his head, like she was innocently going to measure his arm for his new suit. “So, are you ticklish here?” Lyla quickly says and flutters her fingers to control the robot’s fingers to do the same into his underarm. Miguel sucks in a gasp and swiftly yanks his arm down, bringing it close to his body and clinging tightly to his own wrist.
“Hey!” Miguel snarls towards the AI, but Lyla had already zoomed behind him and switched to his other shoulder.
“Or here?” Lyla wiggles the chilled robotic fingers into the side of his neck. Miguel instantly scrunches up his shoulders and growls to hold back any further reaction to the tingly scratches. Trying to fight back, he attempts to nab the robot hand out of the air, but Lyla promptly dodges herself and the hands out of the way and behind him.
“Or how about here!” Lyla slips both robot hands into Miguel’s underarms from behind, striking like a snake. Miguel yelps and arches his back from the surprise, immediately clamping both of his arms to his sides and snarling to cover up any giggles that need to be stifled.
“L-Lyla!” Miguel barely chokes back an audible giggle from slipping through while trying to squirm from her grasp. His mouth twitches on and off with a smile that shows off his fangs and his frame begins to lurch forward, like he wants to curl up into a ball, the longer he holds his laughter.
“Come on!” Lyla exclaims from behind, “Stop hiding your laughter! Let me hear it!”
Miguel has to hold strong. Who knows what data-collecting Lyla can do with one of his giggly reactions if she gets her hands on it. She of course wouldn’t do anything that could hurt him, but the flustering earful of teases that he’ll hear afterwards is enough to keep himself from giving in to the easy route. Miguel faces this like a challenge.
He growls through his fangs like a big cat fending off a stronger force. “Absolutely n-not! Aye!” he squeaks when Lyla moves the mechanical hands down to both of his sides, clawing into the vulnerable area. Miguel throws his arms around himself in defense, his smile turning more wobbly by the second as he tries to hold back the giddy bouncing of giggles jumping on pogo sticks in his belly.
“Ah ha! Getting closer! I just have to get past your stubbornness!” Lyla smiles and moves one of the robot hands towards his ribs, teasingly scratching at a spot between the curved bones through the material of his suit. Miguel jolts and snickers start to spill out through hisses bypassing his fangs. He squeezes one arm to his side while the other tries to pry the robotic wrist away from wiggling into his ribs. She’s getting closer to breaking through the dam of his laughter and she knows it.
“Knock it ohohoff!” a giggle slips through Miguel’s defenses. He’s doomed. Lyla grins. Now is the moment she’s been waiting for.
Lyla’s glasses flash when she sees the opening she was planning in her sight. The other robotic hand by Miguel’s side whirs with Lyla’s control, then strikes directly at his tummy, swiping its clawed fingers back and forth like a sponge. “Gotcha now, Miguel!”
“GAH! Lylahahahaha!” Miguel finally bursts into robust laughter. He stumbles backwards, nearly falling, but Lyla places the palm of the second robot hand on the center of his back to stabilize him. However, although he’s still standing, his wriggling torso is caught in between the clawed hand vibrating at his tummy and the one stabilizing him. He throws his giggling head forward with a huge, fanged smile on his face, then grabs at the robotic wrist in an attempt to tug away the mischievous machine hand at his stomach. “Dahahamn it!” Miguel shouts through his laughter, knowing that Lyla has come out victorious. One of the strongest spider-men has been defeated by his own AI with a little bit of tickling.
“There’s that laugh I was looking for!” Lyla smiles along with Miguel. “Why did you have to go and hide it? Now I have to make up for all the laughter I missed!” Seeing another advantage to tease him, Lyla scoops up both of Miguel’s wrists in one robotic hand and pulls his arms out in front of him.
“I’ll take those, thank you,” she beams above him. She then uses the unoccupied robotic hand to reach the ticklish places she tried before, now that the gates that were holding back his laughter have erupted.
Miguel squeals and jolts with laughter as the free mechanical hand scritches and scribbles at the rest of his torso. Lyla swiftly switches from spot to spot, like a scratch to his ribs, a squeeze to his sides, a scribble or two to his belly and underarms. She pokes around his whole torso, sending Miguel into a squirming, giggling frenzy.
“Lylahahahaha!!! Quihihihit it!” Miguel attempts to tug back his arms as his joyful laughter fills the room. He releases a snort, then buries his face in his shoulder, trying to hold on to any dignity he has left.
“No wonder you couldn’t hold still! You’re just that ticklish!” Lyla giggles at Miguel’s reaction. “Ironically though, I’m still able to get some measurements from you. Of where you’re the most ticklish, that is, which I determine to be your belly! Your laughter is zero point five decibels higher in that spot than the rest of your tickle spots! Watch!” Lyla then takes the opportunity to return to scribbling at his stomach, causing Miguel to squeak and increase the volume of his laughter, just as expected.
“LYLA!” Miguel calls out her name again in an attempt to scold her, even though his voice is currently laced with silly sounding laughter, “Thahahahat’s enohohohough!!!”
“Aww, so soon? But alright, I gotcha,” Lyla smiles and releases his wrists. Miguel instantly wraps his arms around himself, panting as he catches his breath from the tickle attack.
Lyla floats over to his shoulder. “See? Now wasn’t that fun?”
Miguel huffs out a growl. He glares at Lyla out of the corner of his eye. “That was NOT fun!”
“Say what you want Miguel,” Lyla shrugs with a lingering, all-knowing smile on her face, “but I can read that your body language is much more relaxed than it was before.”
Miguel opens his mouth to counter her, but he stops himself. He looks away from her with a defeated scowl. A small blush heats in his cheeks. He, unfortunately, can’t argue with her data about him feeling more relaxed.
Lyla hovers back to his other side to grab the measuring tape that she had previously hung on the contraption's metal frame. “Now, let’s get back to business. I still need to finish measuring you for real.”
Miguel flinches away from her, reflexively bringing his arms close to his body for split second defense. “There’s more?!” he frantically questions.
The AI chuckles at his flustered reaction. “Hehe, relax Miguel. I promise I won't tickle you on purpose,” she holds out a reassuring, open palm. “But you better hold still this time,” she ends her sentence with a lighthearted smirk.
Needless to say, Miguel fully understands that he should listen to her advice, but at least the short break in the middle of their work wasn’t a total waste of time.
#spider man: across the spider verse#across the spiderverse#miguel o'hara#atsv lyla#lyla spiderverse#sfw fanfiction#sfw fanfic#sfw tickle fic#tickle fic
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Revenge Is A Dish Best Served.... Spider (ATSV)
GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY IT IS FINISHED!!! MY MAGNUM OPUS!!!! So... hi everyone! I'm so sorry this fic took so long! I got caught up with life stuff and my writer's inspo kept leaving me when I needed it most ;-; But it's now done! So now I post it! Also its super fricken long sorry about that lols. ANyways, enjoy and eat up my lovlies! ^<^
There he was. Perfect timing. Perfect position. Perfect opportunity. Three spidermen stood and watched their older counterpart closely with crossed arms.
“He’s asleep.”
“He’s wide open.”
“He’ll kill us if we go through with this.”
The three teens, Miles, Pavitr, and Gwen, all took pause and thought for a moment. The one they were looking at was none other than Hobie Brown, asleep and outstretched on Miles’ parents sofa. It was an amusing sight. The teen was waaaaay too big for the couch. Hobie laid on his stomach with his arms outstretched over one arm of the couch, and his legs dangling over the other arm. And he had a small flock of spider-teens observing him with crossed arms.
The three had recently come across the fact that they had all been targeted and sentenced to tickling by the punk. They came to this realization as they were watching a movie and a tickle scene came on. They all shuddered at their recent memories from their own experiences (as well as the scene being especially rude) and they started talking. That leads us to now.
“Do we really need to get him back? I mean, I liked it when he tickled me, it was fun!” Pavitr admitted, earning a look from the other two spiders.
“That’s only because he didn’t punish you. We,” Gwen gestured to herself and Miles, “got punished. We want to get him back.”
“Yeah, just because you had a good time doesn’t mean we did. Revenge is in order,” Miles agreed. Pav smiled a bit and shook his head.
“You Americans and your ticklish bloodlust. You shouldn’t have pranked him in the first place!” he giggled as he earned more scowls from his friends. Then he stretched his arms and cracked his fingers. “But if you two are too scared to start, I know where he’s ticklish!”
Pavitr walked up confidently, constantly surprising Miles and Gwen with his boldness. Moving Hobie’s hair from his neckline, he found his nape and started gently scribbling. The reaction was immediate. Hobie hummed a laugh, then started mumbling out chuckles, shifting on the couch as Pav continued. His arms sleepily reached behind him and his hands waved around as if he was trying to catch Pav’s, but he had no such luck.
“Mmmhmhmhmhmhm… Kahaharl quihihihit…” the punk muttered through his soft giggles. Miles and Gwen looked on in awe but soon dawned evil smiles on their faces. Pavitr was about to speak until they all held their breaths. Hobie groaned in his sleep and turned over entirely, now lying on his back. He scratched at his stomach and smacked his lips, returning to his peaceful slumber. The three teens gave each other looks of confirmation.
“I’m getting his stomach.” Miles called.
“His legs are all mine.” Gwen purred.
“Well, someone has to hold his arms...” Pavitr sighed.
They all jumped onto the taller Spider-Man. Miles sat on his thighs, Gwen sat on his knees facing him, and Pavitr quickly thwipped Hobie’s wrists together and held down the web with his foot, keeping his hands free. Hobie instantly woke up with a snort, looking around all dazed and confused.
“H-Huh? Whas happnin’? ‘S goin’ on?” he asked. He pulled at his wrists and started to panic as he realized the situation he was in. He pulled more as he saw Miles sitting above him with crossed arms and a smirk.
“Mornin’ Hobs. Had a nice nap?” Brooklyn’s Spider-Man asked. Hobie looked straight up and saw Pav who waved. He looked around Miles to see Gwen who nodded her head towards him. Hobie simply sighed and deflated where he laid, ragdolling his head on the arm of the couch.
“Whas dis den? You lot tryna get me back, is that it?” he said.
“Yep,” Gwen said.
“Nailed it right on the head,” Miles agreed.
“I mean, not really but this seems like fun,” Pavitr chided. Hobie took one more assessment of his situation before shrugging.
“Fine,” he sighed. “If it keeps you busy.”
The three spider kids were slightly taken aback by his willingness, but they shook it off nonetheless.
“Pav, you wanna start first?” Miles asked. Pavitr tapped his chin as if he was thinking about it.
“Hmm… let me think…” As he started to ponder, he took his free hand and softly scribbled his fingers up and down Hobie’s bicep, getting so close to his armpit but stopping just a hair short to continue upwards.
Hobie jumped at the contact and bit his lip, fighting back snickers while saying, “Oho fuck ohoff Pav.”
“I mean, I really should go first, shouldn’t I?” India’s Spider-Man spoke as he touched his other hand down on Hobie’s bicep, now scribbling up and down both his arms while speaking. “I am the one he got first. Even though I liked it, you can’t just tickle someone and not expect to be tickled back, right? Oh but if I do, he might get me back worse! What to do, what to do! Maybe I should just stay here, teasing him, almost going to his armpits but not quite yet~”
Meanwhile, Hobie was currently suffering under the torturous teasing he was being subjected to. Miles smiled and watched as his usually concealed friend lose his mind at a few simple scratches.
“Come on, Hobs!” Pav continued, now scratching right above his armpits. “I know how ticklish you are! Why hide it? I can feel you’re gonna break~ Aaaaaaaaaany second now~ Maybe I should go lower? Maybe I should tickle your armpits? Would that make you laugh? Hm?~”
“Ffffffffffuhuhucker- Pahav- Imma k-kihihill you!” Hobie growled through his giggles. He used all the movement he could to cover his eyes with his elbows. His smile was bigger than ever and he was constantly moving and shaking his torso.
“Looks like Hobie’s quite the dancer! Wiggle wiggle Hobs~” Miles cooed. Gwen just sat back and pulled out her phone, recording this moment. I’m so sending this to Peter, she thought with an evil smirk.
“What do you guys think? Should I go for the kill?” Pav asked as he hovered his hands over his friend’s armpits. Hobie’s eyes widened and he gasped, holding his breath. He let out hesitational giggles as Pav’s fingers wriggled above their target area. Even Miles felt shivers up his spine.
“Oh hell yes you should! Why don’t I help out?~” Miles brought his own wiggly fingers to hover above Hobie’s ribs. The taller teen grunted and covered his eyes again.
“Y-You fuckheads! Teasin’s not fair! Bofa yous as dead as doornails, ‘ear me??” The Spider-Punk said in a panicked voice. Miles and Pav looked at each other and nodded. At the same time they mouthed ‘1…2…3!’
Then, they attacked! Both Miles and Pav touched down onto Hobie’s torso and began their assault. Pavitr wickedly scratched and clawed Hobie’s armpits while Miles dug his fingers between the spaces of his ribs. Hobie, meanwhile, barked out a laugh and jerked hard. He nearly sent Gwen flying! She was lucky that he was barely using his spider strength, so instead she got shoved into Miles’ back.
“Oof! Hehey, watch it Hobs! You tryna kill me here?” the Spider-Woman retorted. Hobie was too busy laughing his ass off to make up a witty response.
“BAHhahahahahahahahaha! F-Fuck sake- gyahahahahaha! Gehehehehet outta thehehehehehere! Shhhhihihihihihits! You shihihihitbags! Fffr- grrr- pfffhahahahahahaha!” Hobie was a completely new person. The only people who’ve seen this ticklish side of him were Karl and Pav, but he’s never been tickled by them at the same time. But did having Miles and Pav tickle him simultaneously make it any less fun? No. No it did not. This was the most fun he’s had in his life!
“I told you guys he’s ticklish! Oh, oh! What’s that thing you sing to Karl when you tickle him? It goes like “I’m gonna tickle tickle tickle you until you dieeeeeeee~” right? Am I right?” Pav asked, constantly stirring the pot and switching up his technique. He went from digging and vibrating to scratching and scribbling, then to poking and prodding. Miles laughed a bit.
“You seriously sing that?” he asked.
“Yes, he does. I have videos for proof,” Gwen said from her spot behind Miles (she fixed her position to where she was sitting on Hobie’s shins).
“Ooh, you should show him the video you took of Karl and Hobie on Karl’s birthday! Now that was brutal!” Pav said, harboring another bark of laughter from the punk below him as he jammed his fingers into the center of his hollows.
“J-Jehehehehehehehesus Christ! Stahahahahahahahap tahahahahalkin’!” Hobie ordered, but his words failed to carry any authority. Miles just smirked and vibrated his fingers faster and he felt deeply satisfied when the punk jerked forward.
“Guys, I don’t think I can believe what I’m hearing. Is he actually trying to order us around right now?” Miles raised an eyebrow and looked to Gwen and Pav.
“Completely unbelievable,” Pav agreed.
“Especially coming from the guy who ‘doesn’t follow orders.’ What do you have to say for yourself, Hobs?” Gwen asked. Hobie could only flop back and forth while spewing giggles and laughs from his mouth, shaking his head so much so one would think you asked him if he liked the government. The three teens just laughed with him. Then, Hobie said something unexpected.
“Breheheheheheak!” he laughed out. “Breheheheheheak break break! I cahahahahahahan’t!”
Without a second thought, Miles and Pavitr raised their hands and halted their tickling. Hobie’s body instantly relaxed, giggling and sighing as he caught his breath. Gwen was up in a flash and making a beeline for the kitchen. Pavitr rubbed Hobie’s pits to rub the ghost tickles away, being careful he wasn’t tickling the older spider. Miles patted Hobie’s side in an attempt to calm him.
“You alright, Hobie? Is it too much? Should we stop??” Brooklyn’s Spider-Man questioned, looking from Hobie to Pavitr for confirmation. Pav just smiled back at him.
“No need to panic, Spidey,” he explained, “It’s normal for someone to get worked up in a situation like this. He just needs some water and a breather, then we’re free to get back to it! Right Hobs?”
Hobie responded with a nod, now just panting. Gwen returned with a cup of water and offered it to Hobie’s lips. The punk shimmied up so he could drink more comfortably. And drink he did. He barely left a drop in the cup before laying back down. Then, he chuckled.
“You two are right fuckin’ evil, man. Downright awful, it was. Shihihit,” he chuckled.
“Well just you wait! Cause Miles is really about to knock your socks off~” Gwen cooed, pinching Hobie’s cheek like a grandma would. Hobie, feeling playful, bit at her fingers. Gwen squeaked out in surprise and shot her hand back to her side.
“Hey!” she fussed. Hobie just grinned with mischief. Gwen just rolled her eyes with a smile, shook her head, and traveled back to the kitchen with cup in hand.
“Now that wasn’t very nice, Hobie!” Miles said.
“Oh yeah? Whatcha gon’ do bout it, Miles? Hm? Gon’ punish me? Treat me like a bad boy, huh? I reckon you won’t, ya too much of a coward~” Hobie taunted, shimmying his chest at Miles. Brooklyn’s Spider-Man was immediately taken back, sending a confused look at Pavitr. Pav simply laughed.
“This trick again, Hobie?” Pav asked as he looked down at his friend, giggling when Hobie waggled his eyebrows at him. “This is a method he tries to mess with anyone who’s tickling him. But it never works. Just go ahead, he loves this stuff!”
Miles simply looked at Hobie and smiled. Hobie sighed and shrugged.
“Wurf a shot, roight?” he said. Miles grabbed the hem of Hobie’s shirt and pulled up, finding a pleasant surprise.
“No way!” he exclaimed.
“What is it?” Pavitr poked his head up.
“Did you find an embarrassing birthmark? A third nipple??” Gwen said, running back from the kitchen, all too excited to find something humiliating to tease Hobie for.
“No, look!” Miles pointed his finger to his stomach where it harbored a black and silver belly button piercing with an upside down cross. The three gawked as they looked at it, giving the punk a longer break.
“Holy crap you have a belly piercing??” Pavitr asked, bewildered.
“You should see what else I have pierced~” Hobie said with a wink to his friends.
There were three seconds of silence before Pavitr barked out, “YOU PIERCED YOUR PENIS?!?”
Everyone burst out into hysterical laughter at Pav’s declaration. Miles deflated onto Hobie’s chest, Gwen slumped against the back of the couch, and Hobie just cackled as if they started tickling him again.
“No Pahav, mah nips! I pierced mah nipples, ya goon! I’m fuckin’ out mah mind, not crazy! Pahahaha!” Hobie said, giggling out of his mind.
“Oh my god, I wish I had that recorded!” Gwen cried out through her laughter. Miles just held his head on Hobie’s chest and snickered hysterically. Pavitr blushed from embarrassment but started laughing too. And Hobie was a mess. He was giggling so much that he started to let out tiny snorts. Miles shot up when he heard them.
“You snort when you laugh!” Brooklyn’s Spider-Man accused, pointing a finger right in the punk’s face. “Why did you rip on me when you snort too? You’re such a hypocrite!”
Hobie just giggled and said, “Cause it’s cuter when you do it! ‘S adorable, mate, ‘ow can I not tease ya?”
“Oh, you’re getting it now!” Miles declared, raising his two hands and forming them into claws. “Any last words?~”
“Sleep with one eye open- yeEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Hobie taunted then screamed as Miles dug into his stomach. He used the same method he used on his ribs, only this time, he used tiny sparks of his venom to add more to its kick. Hobie jerked up hard, nearly sending Miles flying, but the teen just laughed and held on tighter.
“Haha! Oh man, regret teasing me yet? Or do you need more persuasion?” Miles asked as he kneaded and zapped Hobie’s toned stomach. Hobie just barked out loud laughter as he swung around, thrashing like a rodeo bull. Pav looked shocked but was laughing with them as Gwen started recording again.
“FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHACK MIHIHIHIHIHIHILES!! CH-CHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEAT!! YOU CHEHEHEHEHEHEAT!! NOHOHOHOHO VEHEHEHEHEHENOM!! MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAILES!!!” Hobie threw his head back and cackled like a madman.
“Holy crap! You’re ruthless Miles! That’s his worst spot!” Pavitr said. It was unaware if he was warning Miles or encouraging him.
Either way, Hobie genuinely looked like he was having fun. His smile was wide and unapologetic, his eyes closed as his nose scrunched tight. It was a beautiful sight and such a 180 from his normal personality. Miles was going to ask for every single video and picture Gwen was taking at that very moment. And every other video or picture where Hobie’s getting tickled.
“You think this is ruthless?” Miles asked, removing his hands to give Hobie a very short lived break. “Let me show you what my Uncle Aaron taught my dad when I was a kid.”
“You… you still are a kid… bitch…” Hobie panted out. Now his fate was sealed. Miles furrowed his brows and smiled. Without any warning, Miles rapidly squeezed his hands against Hobie’s sides and inhaled deeply before blowing a massive raspberry on the punk’s stomach. Hobie fucking lost it. He arched up high and his laughter went silent. Then, it roared out of him as if he was the offspring of a lion and hyena.
“MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAILES!!!! SHIHIHIHIHIHIHI- FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOT AGAIN! NOT AGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIN!!! YOUHUHU FUCKIN PEHEHEHEHEHEST!! AHAHAHAHAHA SHIT!! OK!! OKOKOK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! I TAHAHAHAHAKE IT BAHAHAHAHAHAHACK!!” Miles sat back and laughed a bit, enjoying how easily he picked apart his friend.
“Come on, punk rocker! Can’t handle a few wittle tickews? You’re lucky I’m not shocking you! Or going after your piercing~ Man, how hellish would that be?” Brooklyn’s Spider-Man taunted. Hobie was ballistic. Pav noticed this and was about to warn Miles to stop when his spider sense went off. He looked up to the front door and saw the doorknob turning and heard the sound of jingling keys.
“Miles, stop! Your parents are home!” Pavitr said, quickly fishing Hobie’s pocket knife from the punk’s discarded jacket. Miles looked up and towards the hall. He sprang off Hobie as Gwen casually went to get another cup of water. Pavitr cut the webs and Miles helped calm Hobie down just as Rio Morales walked in.
“Miles? Everything alright? It sounded like someone was dying in here,” she said, hanging up her purse and walking into the living room. What she found was quite the wholesome sight. The tv was on as Miles and Pav sat with Hobie on the couch, laughing at some sitcom that was playing. Gwen came from the kitchen and smiled to Rio.
“Sorry, Rio- I mean, Mrs. Morales. The show we were watching is just super funny! I was about to make us some popcorn, want a bag?” the blonde spider-woman somewhat lied, distracting the woman. Meanwhile, Hobie was leaning back on the couch and hugging his torso, still recovering from the harsh tickles he received. Miles immediately felt guilty.
“Hey man, you alright? I went too far, didn’t I?” he asked, looking at Hobie with a worried glance. Hobie just chuckled, and as if he had regained all of his strength just then, he swooped an arm around Miles’ neck and dug his knuckles into his head, giving him a noogie.
“Ah, you little bugga! Who knew you were such a meanie? Yeah, I’s jus ‘bout to tap out. But you good mahn! Was super fun. You’ll still have to watch your back~” Hobie cooed that last part into his ear as he squeezed his ribs, making Miles bark out a laugh.
The teens went on with their night, Gwen declaring that one day she’d get her own personal revenge on Hobie (even though they argued that the pictures and photos she took were her revenge). They found a movie and nuzzled into a large cuddle pile, falling asleep in the blankets and pillows, all of them leaning on Hobie.
And the last thing Hobie thought before he faded into sleep was, God my friends are the best.
#why did this fic take so LONG?!?!#but its done so now I can get back to work!#across the spiderverse#hobie brown#spider punk#spiderverse#pavitr prabhakar#spiderman#miles morales#gwen stacy#tickle fic#atsv tickle#spiderverse tickle#tickle
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