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gaybananabread · 6 months

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TickleTober Day 29 - Wake Up!

@hexalianrebel-blackfeathers - Definitely 29 (Wake Up!) with Hobie getting tickled awake one too many times by Gwen, Pavitr, and/or Miles. I admit I wouldn't be able to pick just one.

Why choose? I’ve got a feeling it’d probably take all of them to get his ass good, and why not revenge it? Got a little carried away with this one, but I’m pretty happy with how it came out! Used a few of Panda's hcs too! Sorry for the all the lateness recently, it’s been quite the month (O_Ou) Anyhow, I’ve loved writing these spider sillies for you, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Hobie, brief Gwen

Lers: Miles, Gwen, Pavitr

Summary: There’s one golden rule in Hobie’s house boat; don’t wake him up. His friends always break that rule. Deciding to be brats, the spider kids tickle Hobie awake once again. After he recovers, he takes a little revenge.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!

In Hobie's boat, there was a spoken and unspoken rule. One that his friends could never seem to follow, no matter how many times he snipped at them for it.

Don't wake him up.

Every single time he lets one of them crash at his place, he winds up awake way before he wanted to be. Sometimes it's an accident, like a loud sneeze, broken cereal bowl or random floor squeak. Other times, though, it was 100% intentional. Times like that one.

Hobie was peacefully sleeping, draped over his couch. The other three had stayed the night, so he of course offered up his bed. The punk was tall, meaning he needed a bigger bed. The mattress comfortably fit the three of them, and he could live on the couch. He'd rather have his friends be comfy anyway.

He was planning on sleeping in. True, noon is a bit late, but he had goofed around most the night with the other spider kids; couple that with a full day of patrolling, and you'll know that he deserved a nice rest.

Gwen had been the first to wake up, her father's old work schedule sticking with her. It was nearly nine, but still. She quickly got bored, and not wanting to be the only one awake, poked Pav's sides. He slowly woke, grabbing at her hands and giggling.

Giggling... Bingo. It would probably get her killed, but Gwen had a wonderful idea. "Hey Pav, how much do you value your sanity?"

He rubbed his sides, still a bit put off by the light tickling. "Uhum, it depends? What do you have in mind?" The mischievous look on her face, while endearing, sent a small chill down his spine. That look only meant one thing, though it wasn't aimed at him this time.

"I think Hobie deserves a special good morning. For letting us stay over, you know?" Pavitr sighed, knowing exactly what she had in mind. “Are you even a small bit worried about his revenge? He has told us many times over to just let him sleep.” He wanted to add that her idea would only get them “tortured,” but the thought made his cheeks go pink. It wouldn’t be that bad...probably.

The next to get roped into her plan was Miles. He got a much nicer wake-up call; Gwen was a bit too flustered to tickle him awake. She opted for poking his cheek until he groaned. “Mmmph…wah?” The boy slowly sat up, immediately picking up on the playful vibe in the room. Should be fun, whatever it was. “What’re you two planning, and can I get in on it?”

One hushed, giggly conversation later, they had a plan. A very stupid, silly plan that would undoubtedly backfire, but a plan.

Pavitr inched towards the sleeping punk, regretting his offer to pin him. If even one floorboard squeaked, or if Hobie’s spider sense went off too early, he would be a dead man. A giggly dead man, but a dead man nonetheless. Slowly, he raised his wrists, firing off a few webs at Hobie’s long arms. The punk shifted, but other than that, he didn’t react. Whew…

Miles and Gwen, the cowards, crept into the room behind him. Now that Hobie was restrained, they had no chance of being punished for their actions. “Nice job, Pav. You wanna do the honors?” The bubbly teen shook his head, backing away. “Oh no. I did the dirty work. You seal your own fates.”

Chuckling, Miles approached Hobie; he was feeling brave. He could feel the anarchist stir as he straddled his waist. It was clear he didn’t want to get up, regardless of what was happening. Miles placed his hand on Hobie’s stomach, slowly curling his fingers on the taunt skin. Hobie’s eyes fluttered open, a small glare on his face. The teen just smirked. “‘Sup, Hobie.”

The punk growled, tugging at his arms. Gwen giggled, Pavitr moving behind her to avoid his gaze. “You little shits… What’d I say ‘bout waking me up?” The hell…? Oh. They pinned his arms with web fluid. They were double dead now. “Al’ight, which one a’ yous planned this?”

Pav, ever loyal, pointed to Gwen behind her back. She swatted his hand away, laughing. “Ihit was a group effort! Morning, Hobs!”

He huffed, looking down at Miles’ fingers for just a second. “You lot are dead as doorknobs.” That would have been a believable threat if a smile wasn’t threatening to come out. Just thinking about the slow fingers on his stomach were getting to him, though he’d never admit it.

“Sure, sure. Who’s the one pinned under who, Hobie?” Oh, that cocky little- “Miles, I would not push our luck!” At least Pav had some sense. He would go easy on the teen when he took his revenge. Maybe. “It’s cool. Hobie isn’t going anywhere.”

“When I get outta this, you’re all gonna-” Miles cut him off with wiggling fingers, finally attacking the hero’s midsection. Hobie suppressed a squeal, snapping his mouth shut to block the silly sounds from escaping. He thrashed and tugged at the webs, almost bucking Miles off him. The smug teen yelped, hanging onto the couch for dear life. “Hey guys! Little help?”

Gwen quickly ran over to assist, knowing what would happen if Hobie got free; she wasn’t ready for their fun to end so quickly. Hopping on the couch, she sat on his thighs, back-to-back with Miles. “I gotcha! Here, lemme just-” She skittered her nails along his calf, knowing softer tickles worked better on his legs. The stoic boy cracked, bass-sounding giggles rumbling in his chest. Even his giggling was cool…

“Y-youhuhu aharse! Gehe’ ohohoff!” He tried kicking his legs out, but with Gwen on his thighs, he could only squirm. Miles was wasting no time, digging into his stomach and scribbling on his navel. Gwen, on the other hand, was being torturously gentle. It was a small mercy that Pavitr hadn’t joined them, still hesitant on whether or not the punk was okay with it all.

Why did he have to be so nice? Hobie wouldn’t say he was enjoying the silly interaction. He would never, ever admit say something like that. The teasing teens were just enjoying a small joke with him. A joke they would be paid back for, with interest, but a fun game all the same. Who was he to deny them that small pleasure? “Y-youhu’re wahastin’ prehecious time thehere, Pavi! Ihihi’m gohonna kill all ohof you whehen I gehet loose, mihihight as wehehell have sohome fuhuhun!”

The concerned teen needed no more encouragement. He practically bounced over to where Hobie’s arms were pinned, ready to wreak havoc on his nervous system. Pav knew that Hobie had to be in the right mood for them all to tickle him; thankfully, he was. Ten eager fingers dug into Hobie’s hollows, pulling a squeak from his full lips.

Okay, he was regretting that decision. Hobie tried to curl up, tug his arms free, anything to gain the upper hand on the teens “attacking” him. Pav’s webs held strong though, Gwen’s hold on his legs surprisingly sturdy. While he was completely occupied, Gwen was growing a bit bored with the sort-of-loud laughter. She felt like being a menace; the big reactions were what she was after.

Hobie’s eyes widened when he felt Gwen messing with his boot’s laces. “GW-GWEHEHEN! DOHON’ YOUHU FUHUHUCKIN’ DAHAHARE!” Two pairs of eyes quickly moved to Hobie’s legs, the boys wanting to see what would happen next. Pavitr knew that was a bad spot, but Miles was the most inexperienced with Hobie. It would be funny to see his reaction.

Gwen, knowing he would do anything to get her off, laid across his legs. Hopefully her weight and strength would be enough to keep him down. The anarchist could handle tickling almost anywhere else. That spot, though? He was screwed.

Miles and Pav each stopped their teasing fingers, figuring he could only handle so much at once. The first boot came off, thunking against the wood floor of his house boat. “Gwehendy! Gw-gwehen, c’mon! Enough’s ehenough, mate!” She didn’t share his opinion. One finger dragged up his socked sole, making him muffle a squeal. “Really, Hobs? Plaid socks? And you say I’m a monster.”

“F-fuhuck ohohoff! Miles, Pahav, get her!” He looked to his friends, silently hoping they’d see how evil that was. Both teens gave him an apologetic smile, just holding him down. “Sorry, big man. We won’t let her kill you, promise.” Those little fucking- “GYAAH! GWEHEHENDYHIHI! NAHAHAO!”

Boisterous, loud, frantic laughter flew from his lips, quickly filling the room. He thrashed like a lanky worm on a hook, kicking and twisting in every direction possible. It tickled so fucking much.

Miles was taken aback by the intense reaction. He had never seen Hobie laugh that hard before; it was just one foot, with the sock on. Mental notes were definitely being taken. “Damn Hobie, you’ve got some pipes on you.”

He wanted to flip the boy off, yell at him, do anything other than laugh his ass off; yet he couldn’t. The spot was that bad. Tears of mirth grouped in the corners of his eyes, his dark cheeks stained a bright red. He could barely form a sentence through his laughter, much less escape. Pride crawling in a hole for the moment, Hobie did the one thing he said he’d try his hardest to never do: beg. “PLEHEHEASE! GWEHEN- STOHOP!”

Just like that, the devilish nails left his socked sole. Miles and Pavitr quickly put some distance between themselves and the punk, valuing their lives. Gwen cut the webs on his arms, freeing him to curl up and giggle his head off. And he did just that; his arms wrapped around his midsection, one hand going to rub his poor foot as his knees went up to his chest. Gwen jogged to the kitchen, getting him a glass of water.

When offered the liquid, Hobie sighed, downing the entire cup in seconds. His cheeks had calmed a bit, breathing slowly returning to normal. Miles whispered to Pav, not knowing that Hobie could hear every word. “Never guessed Hobie would be a ticklish-feet guy. Hell, I never thought he’d be that ticklish, period.” The punk groaned, making Pavitr giggle. “Why do you think he wears those big boots? Tickle deterrent.”

Okay, that’s enough of their shit. Hobie stood, one booted and ready to enact his revenge. “I suggest you lot run now.” Miles needed no more warnings, turning invisible and darting away. Pavitr ran for the bedroom, locking himself inside. Gwen tried to do the same, but one of Hobie’s webbed snagged her and brought her into his arms. “Hey there, Gwendy. I fink some payback is in order, yeah?”

Trapped in the backwards hug, Gwen couldn’t do much besides squirm and plead with him. She was regretting not changing out of her thin sleep top. “H-hobie, come ohon! I was just trying to make you smile! It- it worked, didn’t it?” Okay, check on the obvious lies. “Y’know I don’ like liars, Gwenny. Time ta pay your penance.”

He dug into her stomach, paying special attention to the small amount of pudge below her navel. She squealed, her knees quickly buckling as loud laughter poured out of her. She really couldn’t handle the taste of her own medicine. “H-HOHOBIE NOHOHO! IHIT- NOHO FAHAHIR!”

Hobie snorted, loving her immediately crazed reaction. “Not fair? You kiddin’ me? This is 100% fair, ya shit.” He decided to be a bit mean, using both hands to claw at her ticklish tum. Snorts started to break up her laughter, her cheeks growing red as cherries. It was worth waking him, but damn, why did his hands have to be so big?!

A creak came from the floorboards behind him, making the lanky boy pause. He webbed Gwen’s arms to her sides, scanning the room. “You. I’m gonna be back for you.” Hobie turned his full attention to the rest of the room, watching as his old floorboards shifted near the bathroom door. Bingo.

Hobie spent the rest of the afternoon hunting the perpetrators and making sure they learned their lessons. By the end of it, all three superpowered teens had rosy cheeks, dopey smiles and tired eyes. They were currently in a cuddle pile on the couch, the punk being used as a communal pillow. And you know what? He wouldn’t change a damn thing.

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synthleeius · 7 months

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Tickletober day 4 - weak spot

skipped out on yesterday srry omg. i wrote the intro and then got SO unmotivated it was fucked up but enjoy rhis

Pairing; lee!gwen lee!hobie (PLATONIC)

When people have bad days, they usually don't like to make it known to people. But.. when Gwen swung into the window and slammed it shut behind her, it wasn’t too hard to tell.

“You ‘right, Gwenny?” Hobie asked with a curious tone, glancing up from.. whatever he was doing. It was hard to tell with the mess of mechanical parts scattered across the table.

“I'm great. Amazing, even.” She grumbled, bending down and untying the shoes she borrowed from her temporary roommate.

“If you say so.” The taller shrugged, going back to fiddling with the robotical parts in front of him. He was interested, dare say worried.. but, he wasn't one to push it. Gwen looked back, siding her mask off before sitting down on the busted up couch next to Hobie.

“..What are you doing, anyways?” The spider-ghost asked, staring at the bits and bobs he had. “Stuff.” He shrugged, seemingly a bit distracted. “Did ‘ya wanna talk ‘bout it, then?”

“Nothing to talk about, just.. bad day. Like, really bad.” She admitted quietly, pulling her knees up to her chest. Hobie let out an understanding hum, before wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He was still mostly focused on his little project, sneaking glances at the girl once and a while before speaking up.

“So what, you jus’ wanna watch me? Bit stalker-ish, don't ‘ou think?” The comment made Gwen chuckle softly, rolling her eyes. “See, that's why we can’t have nice things.”

“Whatdou’ you mean by that, huh? You sayin’ that we’ve never had good times? I beg to differ.”

“You're putting words in my mouth!” She exclaimed, shoving his torso with her elbow. Even with the playful banter going on, Hobie noticed she was at least laughing.

“Yeah, and ‘our the one laughin’ ‘bout it, ay? Bit rude I think.” He responded, finally pulling his arms away from his work and pulling Gwen closer to him.

“Yeah, whatever yo-..” Gwen paused at the rare affection, letting a final laugh out before dropping her weight onto him. “Whatever you say.”

For once in her life, she didn't hear a snarky come back from Hobie like she usually would. She looked up with a concerned look, tilting her head. “..Your looking at me weird.”

“Yknow, you don't need to worry about me– wait. hobie, no.” Her worry soon morphed into a giddy expression, shoving his hands away from her torso. She knew that look too well to do nothing.

“I ain’t even done nothin’ yet!” Hobie laughed, holding her in place. “If ‘our not gonna talk ‘bout it, I gotta find a way to cheer you up don’t I?”

“Ihi’m fine!” She assured him, “amazing, actually!”

“That's what ‘ou said when you walked in, remember? Can’t be usin’ the same old excuses Gwendy, cohome out of it now.” He let out a chuckle at the playfulness, his fingers curling up against her sides.

“Hohobie!” She giggled loudly, half from the anticipation and the other half from the sensations. He was barely touching her, too.

“Yeah, what?” He asked, more focused on his hands than her words. His hands laid flat out on either side of her ribs, his fingers gently scratching over the spider suit. “See, this is what I’ve been teachin’ that Miles kid. use your whole hand, not just your fingers. You heard from him?”

“Stohop!” She whined, pulling her hood over her face to end just below her bottom lip. “Come on, can’t just leave me hangin’ like that. Answer my question, yeah?”

“Ihi hahave! Yehesterday- that's so bahad Hobie!” Gwen arched her back away, squirming in his hold, “Sohomewhere else!”

“Is it stop or somewhere else? You gotta pick one, can’t do both can I?” He replied snarkily, but still complied and switched to spider his fingertips down to her hips.

Her laugh died down a bit, but not to a complete stop. “Hah.. yohour hohorible!” She giggled, “evil, evehen.”

“I'm evil? I'm Spiderman. I think I'm angelic, actually.” He said with a scoff, squeezing her sides. “And, ‘our pretty rude yourself yknow. You slammed my window!”

“Ihi didnt mean too! Juhust- cahan you stohop that?” Gwen rolled her eyes, her body repeatedly flinching away everytime Hobie played out the motion of swiping his thumbs up to reach her stomach before travelling back down.

“Nah, don’t think I will. I’m comfy like this, thanks though Gwendy.” Hobie said as if her request was merely an offer to him, before moving up to scratch his nails in the middle of her tummy.

The girl gasped, her giggles shortly turning into a full blown laugh after. “This your spot then, ay Gwen? Ironic.”

“fuhuhuck yohou– shihit!” She whined, her legs kicking out against the arm of the couch

“HohobiHIE! stohopstohop- Yohou fuhuhucker!”

“you fuckkkeer!” Hobie mocked her American accent, “You non-brits have the most shittest insults yknow. Honestly, I’d rather you call me a twat.”

Soon his fingers came to a stop, moving to pull her hood back down to her neck to make it easier for her to take the air in. “You ‘ight there, luv?”

“Yeheah,” She replied, breathy giggles still escaping her. “Thanks.”

“Ay, had to cheer my drummer up somehow right? Can't have you being all mopey now."

#pretend gwen and miles r good #bc thats whats happening in my head ok #i still havent processed the events of atsv #augtickletober2023 #tickletober2023 #atsv tickle #atsv tickles #lee!gwen #ler!hobie #syns stuff

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myreygn · 7 months

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tkltober day 9: Lie

Across the Spiderverse - ler!Hobie, lee!Gwen

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The bed creaked in decrepit protest when Gwen slumped into the mattress, kicking her shoes to the other side of the room and letting out a deep sigh. That was her first action after barging into his apartment via portal and according to social etiquette, she had yet to say even a word to him, but in Hobie’s humble opinion, the deep shadows under her eyes were saying enough.

“Anything else?”

Another sigh. “Sorry.”

He waved it off and rolled on his stomach to lie closer to her, softly bumping her in the process and smiling, just in case she’d look up at him. She didn’t. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah.” She sounded tired. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm.”

A few beats of silence; nothing, not even a brief moment of eye contact. Hobie barely held back a sigh on his own and stood up. “Tea?”

Silence again, but there was a slight hesitation to it now. He didn’t push. Sometimes easy questions weren’t easy to answer. After some more silence, Gwen sat up, looking at her hands as she anxiously picked at the skin around her nails. “Can I get a hug first?”

Hobie felt his heart crack ever so slightly and quickly sat down next to her, pulling her in for a hug. The tension in her shoulders was insane. He hummed softly and took one of her hands, locked their fingers. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Do I have to?”

“‘Course not.” Hobie pulled away from her a little to look into her eyes and this time, she met his gaze. “But I’ll be here if you change your mind.”

Gwen looked like she was about to cry for a brief moment, then she quickly reentered the hug with him and he pulled her in a little closer. “I know… thank you…”

“Sure.” The silence settling over them now was contempt, peaceful almost, and he felt the girl relax a little. “Can I offer you some tea now? Or, I don’t know, anything else?”

“Depends.” Her voice was slightly muffled from where her face was buried in his chest. “What else can you offer?”

“I have a few smiles in stock.” Gwen squeaked in surprise when he softly wiggled his fingers into her sides and he couldn’t hold back a slight grin. “Maybe even a giggle or two.”

“Hngh- Hobie, you- heh-” She pressed her lips together just as the aforementioned giggle threatened to slip out, but Hobie saw the corners of her mouth twitch upwards.

“Me? Lil’ ol’ me? What about me, Gwendy?” He moved his hand up to her ribs to scribble there, chuckling when the blonde twitched and let out a snort. “That was cute, do it again.”

“Hobi-ehehe, yohou dihihipshahaha nahaha!” Gwen clutched onto his shirt a bit harder, trying her best to not block him with her arms and finally not holding her laughter back anymore.

“That’s what I like to see!” Hobie drilled his fingers against one of her ribs, earning a squeak. “If I admit I’m a dipshit, will you promise not to lie anymore?” He felt her go a little stiff and quickly pressed a kiss to her head. “I’m not mad, Gwendy. I won’t push. Just know you can be honest here, ‘kay?”

Gwen relaxed almost instantly and nodded, then a fresh wave of cackles took her off guard. “Nohohot thehehere!”

“Alright, alright.” He went back to her sides, now using one hand to stroke her hair out of her face. “Don’t wanna kill you, aye?”

Gwen didn’t seem too eager to answer him and Hobie smiled, continuing the soft tickling until all of the tension had faded from her shoulders. He then stopped moving his fingers, instead caressing her back and letting her giggles die down. “Better?”

“Way better.” She smiled up at him. “Thanks.”

“Any time, Gwendy.”

“I’ll still take that tea.”

#rey writes #augtickletober2023 #tickletober #tkltober #spiderman across the spiderverse #atsv #hobie brown #gwen stacy #ler!hobie #lee!gwen #ticklish!gwen

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mysteriouslee · 11 months

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*sees no ler!Jessica Drew*

lee!Gwen ler!Jessica

"WAITWAITWAITWAIT"yelled Gwen while running.

"Gwendolyn Stacy, if you dont get yo emo elsa lookin ass back here"said an angry Jessica.

Gwen pushed the wrong buttons and it has now got out of hand.

Jessica tackled her and pinned her to the floor.

"wahahait noho"Gwen was nervous giggling.

"Gwen, I haven't even started and your giggling" said Jessica who was chuckling at Gwen's state.

Jessica scribbled and pinched on Gwen's back. Gwen tensed and held her breath.

"It's ok Gwen I know you want to laugh" teased Jess.

Gwen shook her head but broke when Jessica tickled on her spine area.

Gwen squeaked and let out a hoarde of giggles.

Jessica kept poking and prodding up her back and Gwen twitched and covered her mouth the hide her laugh.

Jessica trailed to her neck and her fingers went to her neck then her shoulders.

Gwen giggled more frsntically and she started trying to kick Jessica off.

"OW HEY, YOU'RE GONNA REGRET THAT" yelled Jessica.

Jessica flipped Gwen on her back.

"I was gong easy on you" said Jessica

"Pleahahase Im sorehehe" giggled Gwen

Jessica dug into Gwen's ribs and Gwen jumped at the sudden contact.

"JEHEHSS"Gwen began to squirm and thrash harder for this was one of the bad spots.

"Hey, Gwen how many ribs do you have?" asked Jess who suddenyl stopped

"Dohohont pleahaese"pleaded Gwen

Jessica counted each rib and nibbled on each one. Gwen covered her red face, she started to attract attention by her high pitched giggles.

"Aww that's adorable" said Pavitr and Miles

"What she do this time"asked Hobie

"THIS TIME, YOU MEAN THIS HAS HAPPENED BEFORE" said Miles shocked.

"I feel like she bothers me on purpose just to get tickled" says Jessics.

Gwen groaned in between her laughter, knowing Jessica was right.

Jessica stopped her assault on Gwen's ribs and scribbled her nails in Gwen's arm pits (aka her worst spot)

"AHAHASTAHAHAP *snort* AHAHA"shrieked Gwen

Gwen is practically throwing her voice out, her hands left her face and grabbed onto Jessica's arms and attempted to push them out (it wasnt working).

"Omg she snorts" said Pavitr.

"She looks like a bloody tomato" said Hobie

"You mean you didnt know, it gets worse when you-" said Margo but was cut off.

"DOHONNT YOUHUHU DAHAHRE"screeched Gwen, it took all her might to get thst sentence out.

" Its gets worse when you simultaneously blow raspberries on her stomach" said Margo as she scurries off.

Jessica took the advice and Gwen at this point was just screaming.

Other spiders passing by would either coo or smile cuz watching a spiderman get wrecked at headdquaters wasnt unantural, heck they literally saw Pavitr get wrecked by Miguel two days ago.

Jessica noticed Gwen looking worn out and let up.

Gwen curled up on the floor and that's when Peter walked in.

"Is there a mouse spiderman or something cuz what's with the commotion" said Peter who then noticed Gwen.

"You alive there Gwen?"asked Miles who received a giggly groan.

#sfw tickling #tickle fanfic #tickling community #sfw tickles #across the spiderverse #spider gwen #gwen stacy #jessica drew #miles morales #peter b. parker #pavitr prabhakar #hobie brown #miguel o'hara #lee!gwen #ler!jessica

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koala-fluff · 6 months

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Tickletober Day 7: Flustered

Fandom: Spiderverse

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Miles swung through Mumbattan, cursing at his terrible time management.

Pavatir had invited the squad to his dimension to hang out. Pretty much everyone had been busy, but Gwen said she could make it. Miles had rsvp'd, completely forgetting he had a test ten minutes before the set time.

So, as expected, he was running almost an hour late. He had let them know, but that didn't stop the guilt.

He flew through the air, heading towards one of the tallest buildings in the city. As he got closer to their usual meeting spot, he heard something.

Laughter?

With a quick swing, he catapulted himself upwards and was able to grab the edge of the building. Flipping himself onto the roof, he found himself staring at the source of the beautiful sound.

"Oh, hey Miles!" Pavatir greeted him, grinning from ear to ear.

"Hehelp mehe!" Gwen begged, thrashing in Pav's grip.

He had her back against his front, his arms wrapped around her waist to keep her mostly still. His fingers were dancing up and down her sides, hence the reason for the laughter.

"Uh… hey?" Miles cleared his throat. "What's uh… going on?"

"Oh, this?" Pav's smile morphed into a smirk. "She was so sad that you were going to be late that I just had to cheer her up!"

Miles felt his face heat up. "O-Oh."

Gwen shut her eyes, the blush on her cheeks amplifying. "Pahav!"

"Yeah, you should have seen her! She looked like a sad puppy. It was adorable!" He said, squeezing the bottom of her ribs.

She squealed and covered her face, her cheeks red as Pav's suit. A giggly whine sounded as she kicked her legs.

Miles felt quite a similar way, his own cheeks burning. He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact with the smug spider-man.

"I'll just take your word for it." He said, sitting down some distance away.

"Ooh! I have a great idea!" Pav announced, ceasing Gwen's torment. She deflated immediately, peeking through her hands to look at Miles. Her senses stayed on high alert when it was obvious that Pav was not letting her go.

"Does it include tickling?" Mile's asked, trying to distract his brain with sarcasm.

"Yep! Since you're here, maybe you can tickle this poor, sad ghost! You were the one she was missing in the first place!"

Gwen's hands fell to her lap as she whipped her neck to stare at Pav. Her eyes were almost as wide as her suit's.

Miles' reaction was quite similar. Eyes wide, cheeks dark, and mouth agape. Anyone could see the gears turning in his head.

Pav burst into giggles, incredibly amused by their reactions. Man, he loved messing with people.

"Ok."

Gwen's head snapped around the other way, her fearful eyes landing on Miles. He was grinning mischievously now, despite his own blush. "Why not?" He shrugged, scooting closer.

"Great!" Pav replied, tightening his grip on Gwen. "I'll hold her!"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Gwen glanced between the boys, anticipation already running through her skin. "I don't need cheering up!"

"Sounds like something someone who's sad would say." Miles countered, settling down right next to her. "Right Pav?"

Pav nodded sagely, keeping a straight face for all of three seconds. Gwen spluttered, trying desperately to come up with an excuse to avoid the fate she ached for way too often.

Of course, she wasn't able to before Miles striked. He latched his fingers onto her side, much like Pav did, except it was so much worse.

She burst into laughter, her face flushing darker than before as she twisted in Pav's grip. She tried to grab Miles' hands, but was stopped by a poke to her upper ribs from the devil trapping her. She squealed -again- and snapped her arms back.

Maybe it was because he had literal electric powers, but every time his fingers connected with her skin it felt ten times worse than Pav's attack did.

"GuhUhuys!" She begged, kicking her legs desperately and covering her face again. "Nahaho!"

Miles stared at her face, his eyes glowing. He slowly dragged his fingers closer to her stomach, completely enthralled by her laughter.

Gwen lurched as his hands landed on the sides of her abs. To her absolute horror, a snort flew out from between her hands.

Miles froze, his jaw dropped in shock. Pav snickered as both of his friends' ears turned pink.

Hearing his amusement, Miles shook his head and resumed his attack. A dopey grin grew on his face as she continued to snort and squeal at the feeling.

"GUHUYS!"

"Alright, let's not murder the ghost." Pav commented, pushing her into Miles' arms. "Cuddle her instead!"

Miles yelped as he was knocked over by the giggly spider. His arms wrapped around her on instinct as they hit the ground. The blush on his ears became more prominent as she hugged back, snickering into his shoulder.

After a few seconds, Gwen gasped in realization and sat up, scooting a little ways away and hiding her Crimson face with her hair. "Sorry! I didn't mean-"

"It's alright!" Miles interrupted, sitting up as well. "Besides, it wasn't exactly your fault."

Gwen tilted her head, uncurling from herself. Miles smirked and nodded his head at Pavatir. Gwen's eyes widened and she smirked as well. They stood up in unison, their friend's eyes widening.

"H-Hey, guys!" Pav squeaked, backing away. "Can we talk about this?"

Evidently, the answer was no. Soon enough, the friendly neighborhood Spiderman of Mumbattan was just as red as his colorful suit.

#augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #tickletober #spiderverse tickles #ticklish!gwen #lee!gwen #ler!pavatir #ler!miles #ko writes spiderverse tickles #ko's fics

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tickle-beans · 11 months

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Little Less Sad

Trees rolled by outside the window of the bus. Peter B. Parker had tried to fall asleep, but he couldn’t. Miles and Gwen were keeping him awake talking about things. Peter pretended his eyes were closed but in reality, he could hear every word.

“You’re starting to get the hang of this,” Gwen complimented.

“Ha! Thanks,” Miles acknowledged.

Gwen stared out the window of the bus.

“But being Spiderman requires a lot of someone.”

“I know that I’ll be able to handle it,” Miles comforted. Gwen smiled looking down at her hands.

“My Peter knew how to handle the stress of this job, but it just got the best of him in the end.” A tear in the eye of Gwen formed and ran down her cheek. Miles wiped it away for her. Gwen formed a smirk.

“When I was the one to always cheer me up was Peter, often telling me a joke or tickling me to make me feel better,” Gwen giggled turning red.

“He tickled you to make you happy?” Miles laughed.

“Yeah and it always worked too,” Gwen said remembering the times Peter would chase her around and pin her to the floor attacking her with tickles.

“Always taking advantage of how ticklish I was, not like I didn’t love it of course.”

“Oh really?” Miles poked her in the belly and Gwen let out a giggle.

“Maybe I should cheer you up?” Miles smirked deviously wiggling his fingers in the air.

Gwen’s eyes widened and she moved away to the edge of the seat.

“Don’t,” Gwen pleaded.

Miles ignored her and dug his fingers into her belly. Gwen squeaked arching forward and tried to push his hands away.

“Stohoooop Miles!” Gwen giggled.

“Wow you are really ticklish!” Miles teased ignoring her pleas. Miles spidered his fingers, working across Gwen’s belly and sides. Gwen laughed and laughed wiggling up against Miles who just smiled down at her.

“Will you shut it?” Finally yelled Peter B. Parker who had enough of this.

“I’m trying to sleep.”

“Sorry!” The two said, Gwen sat up and grinned.

“Little less sad?” Miles asked.

“Little less sad.” Gwen agreed.

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comfortablecomfort · 9 months

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Aight another tickle question...

Name one or more characters you would TORTURE with tickles.

I'll go first

Him

And these four

All of them

But make it as SFW as possible. This is what the blog is, after all.

#eddsworld #eddsworld tickles #ticklish!future edd #lee!future edd #ticklish!tom #lee!tom #spider verse #lee!pavitr #lee!miguel #lee!miles #lee!gwen #ticklish!pavitr #ticklish!gwen #ticklish!miguel #ticklish!miles #no mercy

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flames-tstuff · 8 months

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I'm having thoughts... adorable, lee!Gwen thoughts....

#delete later #flame rambles #lee!gwen #spiderverse #will flame ever actually write a thing? stay tuned to find out

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orangeispice · 10 months

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I'm back with another crack meme, let's see how well this one does

If it does as well as my New Yorker Post then I'll make a navigation list for the memes :D

Bonus:

#miles morales #hobie brown #gwen stacy #pavitr prabhakar #miguel o'hara #peter parker #peter b parker #margo kess #ganke lee #jessica drew #ben reilly #johnathan ohnn #spot #rio morales #jeff morales #spiderman #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderverse

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fromjannah · 10 months

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my beyond the spiderverse predictions ☝️ (find my other spiderverse shit here)

#across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderverse #miles morales #miguel o'hara #gwen stacy #pavitr prabhakar #hobie brown #spider noir #spider ham #peni parker #ganke lee #atsv memes #jannah speaks #the alignment of everything is slightly off but oh well. L

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sir-ballister-boldheart · 3 months

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I am sorry but the parallels just jumped out to me

Found this in my drafts!

#nimona #ballister boldheart #across the spiderverse #gwen stacy #original post #nd stevenson #nimona movie #riz ahmed #netflix #queer #gay #lgbtq #lgbt #ballister x ambrosius #ambrosius goldenloin #goldenheart #ambrosius x ballister #chloe grace moretz #eugene lee yang

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gaybananabread · 7 months

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TickleTober Day 10 - Ghost

@hexalianrebel-blackfeathers Kinda went in a fun direction with this prompt! I figured I could make a buncha fun ghost puns with Spot as the ler, and I’d like to see a few more fics where he gets to mess around with the spider kids. Thank you again for all the fun requests! As always, I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Gwen

Ler: Spot

Summary: Gwen gets caught up by The Spot, trying to get back some stolen parts. Spot, not wanting to be caught, retaliates. He doesn’t want to hurt the young hero, though, so he finds a laughable alternative.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

“C’mon Spot! You know how this ends, just give it up!”

Gwen swung on one of her webs, quickly thwipping another and twisting away when a hole went flying at her. That fight with Spot had been going on for a half hour now; she was getting tired. Still, she dodged every attack, finding new ways to zip behind him and try to land a shot.

“Man, you really are just like a ghost, not making it easy on me! I guess you picked a good name!” The so-so villain wasn’t trying all that hard. He had grown somewhat of a soft spot for the arachnid heroes, never giving their fights his all. Still, he left them with a few bruises. The guy had a reputation to maintain, afterall.

Not the jokes again… She grunted, trying to land a few more shots of web fluid on him. The dalmatian-esque villain was surprisingly slippery, using his portals to catch the webs and send them who knows where. He had definitely gotten better with his powers.

He snickered, sending more and more little portal holes her way. “Gotta say, your spirit is pretty impressive! You really don’t give up.” Spot knew how to play their game; it just needed some pizazz. By pizazz, he meant telling arguably funny jokes. For this particular bug, ghost jokes seemed to piss her off the most. So, of course, he told plenty.

“Shut up and hold still!” The joke got to her a bit more than she’d have liked to admit. Gwen lost her cool, abandoning a bit of her regular caution to try and catch him. She charged him, sloppily shooting out a few webs as backup.

Really? He had thought it would be at least sort of hard to get under her skin. Maybe she’s having a rough day. Either way, left her wide open for him to nab her.

Spot shot out two portals, one to distract, and one to detain. Gwen dodged the first one, but the second caught her off guard. She ended up with her arms stuck out in front of her, keeping her from moving anything other than her legs. The spotted villain came up behind her, deciding on a new game. One to both entertain him and distract her from getting back the dinky computer parts he stole.

Snickering right in her ear, Spot came up behind her, hovering his hands over her sides. “We’re gonna play a little game I like to call…hide and shriek.” He tasered her sides, his chuckling only getting more smug as he heard her squeak and muffle giggles. “I’m taking us on a little trip. Don’t want anyone else getting wind of our fun.”

A spot was sent out from his chest, enveloping the both of them. He had portaled them to an old warehouse. Spot may have been a bad guy, but he wouldn’t publicly embarrass her. True, he was gonna wreck the hero’s shit, but he wouldn’t do it around people that would use the info against her… well, in a much worse way than he was about to..

The portal around her hands slipped off before disappearing. Gwen backed up, the bug-eyes on her mask wide, curious and…something that could be read as excitement. Spot chuckled, but decided not to tease her on it. “Better get going, ghostie…”

The teen didn’t need any more persuasion. She bolted, using her webs to catapult herself up and away from Spot. He was planning on counting to ten, but the chase just seemed too fun. Barely five seconds passed before he started to search for her.

Gwen zoomed through the old facility, trying to find a way out. On any other occasion, she wouldn’t have run, instead going after Spot. But right then.. She was in an unfamiliar place, Spot knew one of her main weaknesses, and she wasn’t sure how much web fluid she had left. Pretty much, everything in her screamed to run.

Things weren’t looking too good for her. Spot had a pretty good idea of where the young hero was headed, portaling around to try and find her. Every Time he’d get close, she’d shoot away on a web and leave him in the dust. She was fast, he’d give her that. “You know you can’t win this, little spider! This place is one of my oldest haunts, I know it like the back of my hand!”

Seriously? How many ghost jokes can one guy have? Gwen found a small storage area, filled with crates and an old, dysfunctional crane. Perfect hiding place. The spiderling quickly ducked into the crane’s cockpit, hiding between the seat and the floor. It wasn’t awesome, but it was better than being caught…

Spot chuckled as he portaled into the storage room, seeing the long strand of web hanging from the ceiling. “Awfully big spiders, eh? Better get pest control in here.” He made yet another terrible joke. They weren’t even funny, but to her anxious and giddy mind, it was horrid. Every joke meant he was one step closer.

The villain sent out a few dozen spots, leaving them in random places throughout the room. His plan is to find her, let her think she slipped by him, and snatch her up in a few portals. It was strangely well-thought-out, for one of his plans.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are~!” Spot looked behind the crates, letting his feet slap against the warehouse floor as loud as possible. He knew Gwen was somewhere in the room, he just had to find her.

He combed through the room, checking everywhere. Behind each crate, the rafters, even pulling a few of the crates open. He knew she was probably in the crane, but where’s the fun in just finding her right away? Gotta build up the anticipation.

Gwen was getting antsy. True, she didn’t outright want to be caught, but…she didn’t wanna just leave. That would be letting a villain get away with…computer parts? She couldn’t really remember what he stole, the anticipation getting to her. At she was safe for the-

“Gotcha!”

A hand grabbed her arm, trying to yank her out from the crane’s cockpit. She panicked, predictably shooting out a web and trying to get up into the rafters. What she didn’t expect was to immediately get trapped in a few of his stupid portals.

Shoot shoot shoot…

Gwen thrashed around, tugging at her restrained limbs. She could feel her hands and feet moving, but…they were nowhere to be found. Spot had managed to catch her off guard, trapping her hands and feet in four of his black holes. She was completely stuck, and pretty much defenseless.

“Well well well, what have we here?” Ugh, so cheesy… Spot was right behind her, his slightly nasally voice teasing her. He had known she would get caught, the bastard. This was actually a plan…and it worked. Maybe he had been getting better at the whole “evil dude” thing.

He went behind her, thankfully leaving her mask on her face. “Too bad your plan to ghost me failed...” He knew they were younger than him by a few good years. Best guess, she was 16 or 17. Still, he didn’t want to know that for sure. These kids deserve their secret identities.

Suddenly, ten fingers danced across her sides. Gwen squealed, bubbly laughter unwillingly pouring from her lips. “Sh-shihiHIHIT! GEHEhehet ohoff mehehe!”

“Woah, watch the profanities there, Casper. We’re a family friendly hero-villain pair!” Did he Google bad ghost jokes before the fight? Gwen twisted and turned, tugging at her portal-trapped arms as she tried and failed to stop her laughter. “STOHOP WIHITH THE bahahad johokes!”

He gasped dramatically, stopping his fingers for a moment. He came around to the front of her, hands on his hips. “Bad jokes?! I worked hard on memorizing those joke articles, thank you very much!” So he did look up jokes…

In retaliation to her “hurtful” command, he dug his fingers into her stomach, hoping it was just as ticklish as her sides. He was not disappointed. “NAHAHA- SPOHOHOT! GEHET OHOFF!”

He chuckled lightly, shaking his head. How ticklish are these kids? “And you said my jokes aren’t funny. Look at how hard you’re laughing! I’m hilarious.”

A groan broke through her laughter, his dumb teases making everything worse. She distantly wondered where her feet and hands were, knowing the portals had to spit them out somewhere. But mainly? She was thinking of how much it tickled.

Gwen really wished she’d put more padding in her suit. The thinner fabric was practical, made flipping and twisting through the city easier. It did not, however, protect her very well, especially from this villain’s wiggling fingers. “JUHUST- QUHIHIHIT!”

Now, normally, he would’ve stopped there. But this time…well, she did insult his jokes. That deserved a bit of extra retribution, no? He moved his fingers up to her armpits, drilling his bony fingers into her hollows. Her response made her cheeks heat in embarrassment, the noise one she would forever deny. Gwen Stacy snorted.

“Ohoho, that was fun. Mind letting me hear it again?” Spot dug back into her underarms, and she had no choice but to comply. Miles constantly picked at her about the noise, but to have Spot do it? Indescribably embarrassing.

His jokes really weren’t helping, either. “That’s the spirit!” If he had a mouth, Gwen would duct-tape it shut. Spot had the humor of a middle-aged father, and he abused that fact. It also didn’t help that he apparently knew how to tickle the snot out of them.

Gwen could feel tears of mirth gathering in the corners of her eyes, extra glad that Spot hadn’t removed her mask. Her bright red face and teary eyes are something she would never live down. “P-PLEHEHEASE! NOHO MOHOHORE!”

Okay, time to stop. He removed his hands from her torso, backing up a safe distance before releasing her limbs. The portals spit out her hands and feet before closing, dropping the giggly teen to the ground. Spot crossed his arms, chuckling as the spider woman tried to regain her breath. It was kinda fun.

Of course, he had to get one more joke in. “Ya know, I needed this. Really raised my spirits.” That got him a web to the face-hole. He wiped away the goop, making a portal over to her and nudging her side. She swiped at him; his hand quickly darted back into the portal. Yep, she was fine.

And by fine, he meant about ready to try and capture him again. “Welp, this has been fun. See you around, ghostie.” Spot slipped into a portal, leaving her in the warehouse…alone. Where even was the exit?

Then, as if on cue, a big red “EXIT” light flickered above a nearby doorway. Seriously…?

She pushed the door open, still feeling the giddy buzz in her chest. The bright sunlight of her dimension was a stark difference to the deeper, saturated colors from inside the warehouse. Gwen adjusted her mask, rubbing at her concealed, blushing cheeks. Stupid Spot…

She didn’t totally hate it, though…

Ugh. Gwen shot out a web, flipping up and scanning the city for any signs of the cow-print thief. To be honest, she wasn’t really looking. Her mind was much more focused on what happened a few seconds prior. How did he know? Wait…oh, Miles…

At least he probably got it too. She swung between the buildings, her mind racing with possible payback and diversion ideas. But those stupid ghost jokes… those took corny to a whole new level. She’d have to get some jokes of her own in order. With a special punchline…

#atsv tickling #lee!gwen #ler!spot #ticklish!gwen #augtickletober 2023 #tickletober 2023 #tickle fic #sfw tickling community #tickle #across the spiderverse tickles #spiderman atsv tickling #spiderverse tickle #atsv gwen #atsv spot #the spot #gwen stacy #augtickletober

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