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lokust · 10 months

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Literally anything with lee!miguel orz

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

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

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

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

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

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

They had all noticed, especially Peter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, how wrong he was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You ready, Miguel?”

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

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

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matchacowbee · 10 months

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okay so I caved in and drew Spider-Man atsv tickles

here’s Lee miles :3

it’s on paper again so I hope it doesn’t look too weird ><

#tickle art #lee!miles #ler!hobie #spiderman tickle #spiderman atsv tickles

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neppy-34 · 26 days

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Lyla is a simple hologram, she cant touch Miguel, but she still likes to mess with him. When hes grumpy, or simply just sleepy and exposed. Lyla will make her hologram a bit more human sized, still pretty small compared to Miguel. She likes to stand next to him, or “sit” on top of him while he lays down. Wiggling her Fingers at him and cooing, knowing full well her hands cant actually touch him. She smiles at how miguel seems to tense up despite this fact, flexing his abs in an attempt to not laugh.

Miguel would huff out some dull reprimand, swiping at lyla and causing her to glitch momentarily before she lets out a string of high pitched “tickle tickle tickle!”s. Miguel hates how that childish teasing can make him blush slightly, or how it coaxes him to smile even more.

Lyla loves “tickling” Miguel, she finds it hilarious how awkward he can get without her even touching him, she often muses about getting her own body, and seeing how ticklish Miguel actually is.

Perhaps he seems more motivated to work on lylas blueprints the next day.

#nep rambles #sfw tickles #miguel o'hara #tickling #atsv tickle #lee miguel #lee miguel ohara #spiderman tickle #atsv lyla #holofang #ler lyla #sorry yall i had brainrot

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gaybananabread · 2 months

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I might be forgetful or just obsessed, but I don't think anyone's asked for headcanons about our Spider Gang: Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie. >w< Or just your favorites, of course. I admit I'm most curious about Gwen and Hobie.

-Panda/Black Feathers

🕸️Spider Gang Tkl Headcanons☆

~What's wrong with both? But yeah, I've yet to do headcanons with these goobers. I don't know this “consistency” people speak of, so expect none of it. I do wanna add some other spider peeps to these, but we'll keep it to the Gang for now. Expect some more food, probably within the next few weeks. Thank you for the request!~

🎧Miles🎨

General:

We can all agree that he's a massive dork about this, right?

He's a lee-leaning switch, though it's close.

Loves tickling both ways, but can admit neither.

Boy gets squirmy every time the word is even mentioned. You bet he practically dies when any scene comes on TV

Lee:

Lee moods for him are quite frequent.

His friends have a system for detecting them at this point. Checklist and everything if they feel like being goofs.

Nervous giggles, extra knee bounces, higher voice, showier clothes if he's bold, easy blushes and jumpiness. They've got him down to a T at this point (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Super squirmy lee, you almost definitely need to pin him if you wanna live. Known for his donkey-kicks.

Worst spots are his armpits. He will screech if you even try to get him there. Not a spot for the weak-willed.

Melt spot is his neck. A few fluttering fingers, maybe gentle scritches under his chin, and you’ll have a giggly puddle of sleepy mirth.

Real easy to fluster. Say the t-word a few times, compliment his inevitable blush, maybe incorporate the Itsy Bitsy Spider. Immediate results!

He feels like he'd be super air-ticklish. Can not handle any wiggling fingers or sneaky teases.

Doesn't ask for what he wants, like, ever. Gotta use your detective skills around him (the checklist above is very helpful (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠))

Ler:

Such a shit, even though he can't handle a fraction of what he dishes out-

Absolutely webs people up to help himself (only if they're comfy with it ofc)

Very playful and teasing. You blush? Get ready for him to point it out at least seven times. Snort? Good luck.

“Your cheeks are all red, gigglebox. This fluster you that bad?”

“Aww, you snort? No, don't hide your face! I wanna hear it again!”

“What d’ya think happens when I go here? Yeah, right there. Only one way to find out~”

Once he gets a handle on his venom power, he learns that very small shocks can be quite effective in wrecking his lee.

So, Miles being Miles, abuses that knowledge at the most inopportune times.

Little jolts during training, walking through the halls, studying, you name it. By the end of the day, people are either ready to kill him or want him to just get it over with. He's happy either way.

Has high respect for boundaries. Before starting, he'll make sure the safeword is remembered and clarify what they're comfortable with.

Super nice aftercare. Cuddles, snacks and maybe listening to some music and napping on him while he sketches.

🥁Gwen🩰

General:

I’m gonna go with ler-leaning switch. Like Miles, it’s pretty close. These kids just love to laugh ¯\_(´꒳`)_/¯

A bit better in terms of confidence. If it’s a good day and the mood isn’t too severe, she can ask one of her close friends. Other than that, suffering until someone notices.

Lee:

When she gets lee moods, everyone is almost immediately alerted.

Either she has the courage to ask, or in the more likely event that she doesn’t, she’ll provoke everyone.

Snippy comments, crop tops, hair up, sarcasm for days, and THE SASSSS

If they don’t realize she’s in a lee mood, they’re gonna wreck her anyway for getting on their nerves.

A squirmer for sure, though not quite as bad as Miles. Careful of her legs, though. She was a dancer; that kind of strength combined with spider-power won’t feel very good to the jaw.

Worst spot is her navel. A few raspberries and she’ll be a cackling, snorty mess.

Melt spots are her back and ears. She loves light traces and scratches along her back, and a feather on the shells of her ears would be heavenly.

Adores cheer-up tickles. You’ll make her entire week if you gently trace her belly or squeeze her sides when she’s upset.

She’s got a really pitchy, bubbly laugh. You get her to belly laugh, and you’ll be rewarded with lovely snorts.

Ler:

VERY sassy and playful. Will tease the living hell out of you and giggle while she does it.

Anything she can tease you for, she will. Usually teasing-compliments, but she shakes it up.

“Such an adorable belly! It’s like it was made for me to poke and squeeze. Can’t deny its purpose, can I?

“It’s so easy to fluster you! I just need to say that one little word, and you can hardly breathe~”

“It tickles, does it? Sucks to be you. Now, onto those ribs…”

Gwen likes doing her nails with her friends, so those babies are always nice and tickly. The boys can never manage to keep theirs like that, no matter how hard they try.

She likes blowing raspberries if it’s someone she’s close to. Loves the silliness, and their reactions are just too cute.

Very good at giving cheer-up/comfort tickles. If someone’s upset, they go to Gwen for some special pick-me-ups.

Wondrous aftercare. Back rubs, praises and a movie night. She’ll even braid your hair if that’s something you’d enjoy.

✮Hobie🎸

General:

The switchest spider to walk the Earth, I dare you to fight me on this/j

So chill on both fronts. He just goes with the flow.

Has magic “can say the t-word whenever” powers, loves abusing them.

Absolute menace in tickle fights. He’ll either kick your ass, or fluster the hell out of you while you attempt to wreck him.

If anyone’s in a mood, lee or ler, Hobie’s their best bet.

Lee:

Okay, so…he definitely is open to being wrecked by his friends.

One of them has a killer ler mood? Hobie’s here to help. He’s gonna be all teasy about it, but it’s quickly replaced with giggles.

When he’s just straight-up in a lee mood, he can ask with next to no problems. Coincidentally, he “accidentally” flusters his ler more often than not.

If he just doesn’t feel like asking, he’ll put on a crop top, rest his arms behind his head, and wait for someone to get a ler mood or try something.

We can all agree that this smug bastard would try to fluster his ler, right?

Holding his arms up without being asked, telling them to keep going, how good they’re doing, “Ready when you are~”, teasing them for “staring,” the list goes on.

Worst spots are his feet, followed by his underarms and hips. He’s not always in the mood for footer tickles though, so the pits are your best shot.

Melt spots are his calves and palms. Mr. Guitar would adore some hand tickles, and the tall prick deserves some draw-backs.

Rumbly, base-sounding giggles if it isn’t that bad a spot. If it is, you’ll get loud, boisterous, scraggy laughter. Very fun to find and point out the differences to him, he’ll definitely appreciate it! ( ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )

Ler:

He has two sides, one very different from the other.

The first is gentle, comforting tickles. He won’t go too fast or vigorous, only upping the ante if you ask or seem ready.

“Those some cute giggles ya got there, mate. Glad you’re sharin’~”

“You’re adorable, ya know that? All blushes an’ squirms, but you ain’t said ‘stop’ once~”

The other is the one you should be terrified of.

Evil teases, immediate worst-spot tickles, keeps you laughing until you’re in tears (unless you tap out beforehand)

“Wha’s that? Oh, tickles, does it? Good, ya needed a laugh.”

“Man, you’re laughin’ pre’y hard. Blushin’, too. I didn’ know any better, I’d say yer enjoyin’ yourself~”

Either way, he listens to boundaries and stops whenever you ask/seem like you’re done. Boy is all about respect, in this sense anyway.

He definitely plays the lee-guitar game. Your ribs are now his strings. Might even get his pick out if he’s feeling really evil.

Changes up his methods for each lee (let’s stick with the gang’s regular moods here before I go on a tangent)

For Pav, he’s a smug asshole. Lots of fake-outs before he actually starts, continuously calls his reactions “fuckin’ adorable” to see him blush. No mercy until it’s needed.

With Miles, he’s a bit less evil. Mainly just teases him for being so ticklish and his blushes.

For Gwen, he’s rougher. She usually likes to forget her name, and he’s more than happy to help. Raspberries, teases, the whole nine. Whatever gets her cackling.

Amazing with aftercare. Will pull you into his lap for cuddles, and he gives incredible massages and back rubs. Praise for days if you need them, and even if you don’t, he’s happy to supply them.

🪷Pavitr☕

General:

Suuuuuch a sunshine boy I swearrrrrr ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

He gives lee-leaning switch. Loves getting his ass handed to him, but occasionally loves making his friends giggle and squeal.

Can admit that he likes both sides, though he can only say the t-word itself if he isn’t flustered.

Always up for helping one of his friends if they’re in a ler mood, and sometimes ready to wreck them for the greater good (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Lee:

Loves being tickled, especially if he’s in a really bad lee mood.

Most of the time, he’ll whine to either Hobie or Gayatri that he’s “feeling fuzzy” and they’ll get the message. If he isn’t that worked up, he’ll flat out ask.

Very squirmy little worm, though he doesn’t flail like some of the others. Has accidentally headbutted before though, so careful if you’re messing with his neck.

Decently easy to fluster, though it takes a while to wreck him. You’ve gotta know exactly what you’re doing to really get him good (just ask Hobie or Miles, they’re loving narcs)

Worst spot is his belly, specifically his navel. Raspberries are killer for him there. Him and Gwen share a death spot and both torment each other with that knowledge.

Melt spots are his forearms and under his chin. Adorable to trace a few inches up from his pits and watch him dissolve. You can’t tell me he wouldn’t love some gentle tickles under his chin, can you? (answer: no)

Bright, bubbly, almost boyish giggles. Things get a lot pitchier when you really wreck him, squeaks and squeals coming in no short supply.

Ler:

Surprisingly formidable ler when the mood strikes him.

Most don’t suspect it to be that bad and give him full reign. They’re quickly proven wrong.

He respects boundaries of course, doesn’t ever go overboard. Takes breaks to check in and let his lee breathe every few minutes.

Loves to tease with compliments and praises. This is where he abuses his powers.

“Aww, your laugh is so cute! Who knew you’d be so ticklish?”

“That blush is just adorable, friend. You really have to show it more often!”

“I know, it really tickles here, huh? You’re doing great!”

If he’s feeling like a goober, he’ll play “Tickle Monster” and blow little raspberries on your belly. Might even make little “nom” noises while he does it to be a menace.

Loves giving tickle hugs. He’ll sneak up behind someone, koala-hug them and start wiggling his fingers into their sides. (Being short actually helps him there)

If one of his friends is upset or stressed, he’ll talk it out with them before suggesting a tickly cheer-up. If they don’t legitimately object, he’ll sweetly tease them until they’re all giggly and happy again.

SUPER sweet with aftercare. Cuddles, snacks, praises, and just general conversation. If you want to, he’d even be open to a nap.

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potatohater · 10 months

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It’s so funny for me how atsv tickle community don’t have ONE proper hashtag so people could look up where every tickle content has been made

Like– there are dozens of diff variations

#like #atsv tickle #across the spiderverse tickle #spiderman tickle #miles morales tickle #and 100 more different

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an0ma1y-th3d0ma1y · 4 months

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Last update: 3/1/24

Welcome Aboard, Mateys!

My name’s Motley, I’m apart of the SFW tkl community and am a professional homosexual

Thanks for checking out my blog! I hope you find your stay comfy!

||BOUNDARIES||

- NSFW blogs please do not interact in any way, I stay in my corner you stay in yours.

- Don’t try and flirt with me/make comments about my body. I’m a minor and I’m taken.

- Do not beg for/spam me to do something (ex. Tkl art, fics) it’s extremely uncomfy.

-Do not ask for my age, I am not ready to spill it here yet.

FANDOMS IM IN!!

Ninjago 🥷

Spider-Man No Way Home 🕸️

Spider-Man Across the Spiderverse 🕷️

Doctor Strange ⏳

That should be it! Hope y’all enjoy your stay :)

#sfw tickle community #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #ninjago tickles #atsv tickle #spiderman tickle

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0mistymystery · 1 month

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Silly sketch of Spiderman with dr. Otto, (there are very few around here 😾)

#spiderman tickle #tickle thoughts #tickle content #sfw tickle community #tword community #dc tickle fic #tickle scene

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mushyblushyredhead · 5 months

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IT IS DONE!!✨👹 GRAYSON MEETS THE SQUIRMLES 🪱

Squirmles critters belong to @wormonastriing

Grayson belongs to @parker-fluff

#tickle art #tickle fluff #sfw tickling community #mushysart #aaaaaa #spiderman tickle #squirmles #lee!grayson #ticklish!grayson #currently blushing #ok bye #>///<

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spideynut667 · 10 months

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New story! This time Jake Gyllenhaal is the ler! Enjoy! “Aaaaaaaand action!”

Tom and Jake sat next to each other drinking out of empty glasses. Tom looked absolutely dejected.

“Hey, you gotta celebrate. You did something good tonight.”

Tom turned. “Yea, Fury was right. Tony did a lot for me so I owe it to him, to everybody.”

“Do you?”

“Yea I mean Mr. Stark gave me the chance to be more. He wanted me to be better than him. And Fury wants me to live up to that.”

“what do you want?”

Peter looked up, confused. “What do you mean?”

“What do you want?” Quentin repeated.

“I don’t know.”

Quentin sighed. “What do you want? You. Peter Parker. Now. I know you’re thinking about it.”

“I wanna go on my trip!” Peter calmed a bit as he continued talking. “I wanna go on my trip with my friends. And go to the top of the Eiffel Tower with the girl who I really like and tell her how I feel and…. I don’t know give her a kiss!”

Quentin laughed softly. So did Peter, though his laughter was in embarrassment. “Shut up, man” Peter mumbled into his glass. The laughter died down.

“you’re not gonna do that, are you?”

“no I can’t.” “why not?”

“Because I have too much of a responsibility.”

A waitress picked up EDITH and handed it to Peter, who exclaimed “My God! Thank you so much!”

Quentin eyes the glasses mysteriously. “What are those? Are those the-“

“EDITH glasses yea.”

“They were just on the floor?” Quentin interrupted the defensive Peter Parker. “Try em on. Let’s see how they look on you.”

“Yea?”

“Yea!”

Peter put the glasses on and looked back at mysterio. “I actually really like them.” He admitted, shrugging.

“can I be completely honest with you?”

“please.”

“they look really stupid. But maybe they have the contact lens version.” Mysterio joked.

“Here you try them on.”

mysterio tried to object but after a few more tries, Peter finally convinced him to put the glasses on.

“what do ya think kid?”

silence.

“for the next Tony Stark. I choose you.” Peter said quietly. Then he repeated the statement louder so mysterio could hear.

“what?”

“Mr. Stark left me a message with those glasses: for the next Tony stark I choose you.”

Quentin started to laugh. “I still don’t follow. How many lemonades have you had?” He poked the young superhero in the ribs. Tom squealed and shifted only to fall off his stool.

“Cut!”

“Woah dude you ok?” Jake asked, laughing and offering his hand to Tom, who was still dazed on the floor.

“Uh yea yea I’m fine.” Tom replied, British accent slowly sliding back into his speech.

“What did I do did I hurt you?” Jake asked, concerned.

“Uh no you didn’t- you didn’t hurt me.” Tom reddened, covering his upper body discreetly. The realization hit Jake like a truck.

“Oh. My. God!” Jake jumped on the poor lad in front of him. “You’re ticklish!”

“No wait Jake! NOOOOOOOO!”

Jake instantly wiggled his fingers under Tom’s arms, calling him to giggle hysterically.

“come on man this is just too cute!” Jake told Tom.

“Nohohoho it’s nohohohotahahahahaha!”

At this point Jake started lightly tickling Tom’s belly, making him giggle like a Tickle-me-Elmo.

“Look at that! It’s tickle me Tom!” Jake joked.

“Stohohohohop why does everyone keep saying thahahahat!”

“Cause it’s true!” Samuel L. Jackson walked up to the pair, smiling broadly. “Alright kids break it up.”

Jake gave Tom one last poke in the ribs before getting up and dusting himself off. Tom however, lay there for a moment catching his breath.

“Now I have something to keep you from spoiling secrets.” Jake smiled.

“Oh boy not you too.” Tom rolled his eyes and got back on the stool. “Alright let’s do this again.”

Needless to say, Jake never forgot that incident.

Haha the gif makes me think Jakes gonna tickle Tom so I made a fic.

#ticklish!tomholland #ler!jakegyllenhaal #lee!tomholland #spiderman tickle

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jettorii · 1 year

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“What’s so funny?”

With either Peter 3 or 2 as the ler and Peter 1 as the lee :)

why not both >:]??

#spiderman tickle #lee!peter1 #ler!peter2 #ler!peter3 #tickle art #tickle fanart #tickle comic #jettdoodles #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THISS I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DRAW FOR THEM #they are always on my mind i love them #the sillies

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lokust · 10 months

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For the fox requests, ler Miguel and lee hobie, where hobie has been annoying him all day so he wrecks him?

I love your work btw

“And you… I tried to ignore you but I just can’t.”

“Just pretend I’m not even here”.

Hobie had made that sound much easier than it was- much much easier than it could ever be, and Miguel was starting to question how anyone in the Spider Society had managed to stay sane with the Spider Punk around.

“I just don’t get it, Peter. I mean.. the kid’s insane. All he does is cause problems for me- and not in the same way Miles causes problems, no. It’s worse. Hobie does it on purpose.”, Miguel sighed, leaning back in his chair as he finished his rant to Peter B, who was… definitely listening as he crocheted Mayday a rather adorable hat.

“Oh, come on, Miguel”, Peter started, furrowing his eyebrows as he concentrated on the difficult pattern he was trying to create, “The kids really aren’t that bad. I mean, sure, Hobie can be a handful, but most of the time he’s trying to get a rise out of you”, he said as he put down the crochet hook, standing up and examining the little hat with a content smile. “And besides…” he started to leave the room, stopping to stand beside Miguel for only a moment, reaching a hand out “You make it really easy”.

It was that damn spider-sense that Miguel didn’t have that left him vulnerable and had him squirming from the prodding of Peter’s fingers against his side, though they were gone in an instant as Peter left the room. Still, the blush that covered his cheeks as he grumbled was very much there as he huffed and tried to shake off the residual tingles.

“Stupid fuckin… ticklish spider people”, he muttered to himself as he sat, considering what to do about Hobie’s attitude. He stayed like that for quite a few minutes, fiddling with a pen as he considered how he’d ever manage to get Hobie to just listen for once, but after a while, he’d lost his train of thought. He found himself thinking about anything and everything that could worm its way into his mind, and he’d never admit to the small, rare smile that tugged at his lips as he thought of how Peter previously poked and prodded at his sides.

Suddenly, Miguel snapped himself out of it with a faint blush dusting his cheeks, his eyes widening as that small smile turned to a smirk as he had what he considered a phenomenal idea.

“..Ohoh… I’m gonna get that little shit so good.”

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“Aye, look who’s here!”, Hobie said as he swiveled in his chair at the sound of an opening door, “What’s got you smilin’ like that, bruv? Never seen you happy before a day in my life- it was the only thing I liked about you, really”

Miguel’s smile dropped instantly, his top lip curling as he became irritated already, but he took a deep breath and pulled himself together as he remembered Peter’s words.

“He’s only trying to get a rise out of you.”

‘Right..”, Miguel thought as he took another breath, ‘He’s looking for a reaction’

‘…and he’s about to get one.’

Really, that was the only reason Hobie went out of his way to aggravate Miguel. He knew how easy it was to piss the guy off.

Miguel huffed as Hobie simply sat there, his legs propped on the table as he looked at his phone with a smug grin. There was silence for a few moments until.. thwip.

Hobie’s eyebrows furrowed as he realized his arms were stuck to his sides, his phone still in hand as he struggled against the orange webs, “Wh- are you serious? Real fuckin funny, mate. Now, let me go”, he demanded in an irritated tone as he sat up straight.

Miguel clicked his tongue as he approached the punk in a slow, almost stalkerish manner. “You know, Hobie. I struggle to deal with all of you kids. I mean, Gwen doesn’t listen to me, Pav is just all over the place all the time, and Miles… well, he’s just Miles.”

Hobie glared at the older spider as he spoke whilst he paced back and forth.

“I’ve managed so far with those three, but you… I had no idea what I was gonna do with you. I thought about it and thought about it for quite some time. You see, Hobie, you’re nothing like the other kids, and I respect you for that, but I had no idea how to work with you. You have nothing in common with them…”, Miguel placed his hands on the back of the chair, leaning down a bit, “Or so I thought… then I remembered the one tiny little thing that all spider people have in common…”.

Hobie swore he could hear Miguel grinning, but still, he sat there, completely unamused by Miguel’s little speech. “Is that supposed to scare me, old man? I’m not afraid of you. I ain’t got no reason to be afraid of you- or anyone for that matter. Now, get me out of these fuckin wEBS- ACK!”.

Hobie’s eyes widened for just a moment as he tried to twist to the left upon feeling one single claw prod at his side. He swiveled a bit in the chair to look at Miguel, who he could see now was wearing a shit eating grin. Hobie’s face turned to one of obvious irritation as he tugged harder at the webs, trying his best to get out of them. “Don’t even fuckin try it, mate. I swear to god I’ll- nngh! S-Stop that!”, he squeaked again as he felt a claw prod at his other side now

Miguel hummed, a triumphant grin on his face as he continued to give his speech. “See, to get to you, I just had to use the one thing that gets to every spider person”. Finally, he reached down and dig five claws into each of Hobie’s sides, “and you’re just as sensitive as the rest of us~”.

Hobie clenched his eyes shut, tightening his fists in an attempt to ease the horribly ticklish sensation. He was finding it harder and harder to fight the giggles bubbling in his throat. “You- You ohold bastard! Quihit it!”, he attempted to bark the words, but they came out through broken, poorly suppressed laughter.

Miguel squeezed and clawed at Hobie’s sides that were somewhat protected by the thin t-shirt he was wearing. But as he realized Hobie was doing a rather good job at holding back, the older hummed and tickled his way down to Hobie’s hips, finding the hem of his shirt and worming his fingers underneath it.

As Hobie continued to struggle against the webs, his eyes snapped open when he felt those claws against the bare skin of his hips. He jerked violently, squealing as he twisted his hips “NO- Nono nohoho! Fuhuhuck you, get AWAHAY FROM THEHERE!”.

Miguel seemed almost taken aback as the floodgates of desperate, ticklish laughter seemed to open suddenly. “Get away from the hips, huh? That’s pretty interesting. I thought all spider people had the same ti- uh… sensitive spots”, he said, blushing as he stammered over the t-word. “But you continue to prove me wrong…”

As badly as he wanted to, Hobie couldn’t keep himself from laughing as Miguel squeezed his hips rapidly, occasionally wiggling his fingers against the hipbone, “NohoHOHO! Fuhuck you! St-STOHOP IHIT YOU OLD FUHUCK!”, he twisted his hips as much as the webs allowed him to, occasionally arching his back in an attempt to get away, but those claws seemed to be attached.

Miguel hissed a bit through his teeth, Hobie’s insults certainly not hitting as hard as the poor boy laughed himself to death “Old fuck, huh? You know, you really need to watch your language, Hobie. Maybe I can fix that too”, Miguel teased, his method changing from rapid squeezing and wiggling to quick scratches and spiders against the punk’s hipbones.

Miguel really couldn’t care less about the kid’s language, he just wanted to tease Hobie.

Hobie’s laughter raised in both pitch and volume as his thrashing became frantic. He knew his hips were ticklish, but he’d never in his life been tickled like this and those fucking claws were driving him mad. “NNGH- StahaHAP! Shihit that tihIHICKLES!”.

Miguel huffed out a laugh as he laid off that particular spot, deciding to worm his claws up to Hobie’s sides very carefully as not to scratch him. Hobie’s laughter became less hysterical instantly, though it was still obviously a very ticklish spot.

“Mmm, sorry, kid. If you want me to stop, you gotta apologize for all the trouble you’ve caused, and then maybe.. I’ll let you go”, Miguel said, smiling like a Cheshire cat as he gently scratched at one side while digging into the other relentlessly.

Hobie hiccuped as he shook his head in response to Miguel’s words, “F-Fahahat chance, m-ATE! NOHOT THE HIPS AGAIN, FUHUCK!”. His laughter was full of little squeaks and hiccups as Miguel’s claws descended to his hips again.

“Yeahhh, that’s not gonna cut it”, Miguel said with a sigh as one hand squeezed from Hobie’s hips up to his sides while the other squeezed from his sides down to his hips before they swapped, keeping Hobie in a horribly ticklish frenzy. “Come on~ all you gotta say is one little word and you’re free! Unless… unless you don’t want me to stop~”, he teased, smirking as he continued to tickle at a steady pace.

Hobie’s eyes widened at the implication, and he didn’t even wanna get into why it made him blush so goddamn much, but as it started to become more difficult to form cohesive thoughts, he finally gave in

“N-NahaHAha! Okahay OKAY! I’m sOHOrry! I’m sohorry! J-Just stohop! Plehease!”

Miguel smiled victoriously as he slowly ceased his tickling fingers. Using one claw, he ripped the webs that held Hobie in place, chuckling as the usually tough Spider Punk became nearly limp in the chair.

“You-“, Hobie started as he took deep breaths, fighting off residual giggles as his hips and sides still tingled “You. Are. Awful.”, he said, glaring at Miguel as he swiveled and propped his feet on the table again.

Miguel just shrugged, “And you’re a lot squeakier than I thought you’d be”, he shot back with a smile- a genuine smile.

Hobie sat in silence for a moment, still glaring, but as he looked at Miguel and saw that happy smile that was so rarely seen, he just huffed and went back to playing on his phone “Whatever”, he grumbled.

As Miguel stood there, still poking fun at Hobie, he thought to himself.

‘Maybe these kids really aren’t that bad…’

And as Hobie sat, pretending to ignore the older spider, he thought to himself as well.

Maybe he enjoyed spending time with Miguel…

..and maybe he really didn’t mind the tickling that much either.

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AHHH YAY THE FIRST OF A FEW REQUESTS!! I’m very happy with the way this one turned out, and I hope I did the request justice!

#OHHH SHIT I FINISHED IT #Y’all I love this one #I’m super happy with how it came out #sfw tickling community #sfw tickles #tickle fic #atsv tickle #spiderman tickle #lee!hobie #ler!miguel #implied lee Miguel #atsv tickle fic #tickle asks #tickle requests #fic request

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i-always-wanted-brothers · 2 years

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Hi 👋 Prompt idea?

"I won't be taken down by something as childish as tickling."

With Peter 1 being a teenager and thinking he's too old for tickles so his older brothers decide to show him you're never too old for tickles. And at one point whenever Peter 1 is getting tickled, he grabs his brother's hands with the idea of how are you supposed to tickle me without your hands, and then the older brother starts giving him raspberries instead :)

(I hope that's okay ❤️ your works are awesome :))

Thank you so much! You're so sweet, and I love this idea! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy it. I got super flustered while I was writing it lol

"I won't be taken down by something as childish as tickling," Peter 1 declared confidently, propping his head up with his arm trying to act nonchalant.

The three Spidermen had just finished dinner, during which the older two had decided to tease him about how Otto had just found out he was ticklish the a few days before. Peter 2 and Peter 3 looked at him in disbelief and smirked at each other across the table.

"You sure about that? Because last time-"

"uh LAST TIME," Peter 1 interjected, eyes widening as he tried to defend himself, "I was just playing along. It wouldn't actually work."

Peter 3 just laughed at him and stood up to start clearing the dishes from their dinner. Peter 2 however stayed and raised an eyebrow at Peter 1.

"You'd better run."

"I don't need to run because its not gonna work." Peter 1 crossed his arms in defiance and tried not to break eye contact with Peter 2. Unfortunately for him that meant he didn't notice Peter 3 sneaking up behind him before it was too late.

Suddenly, arms wrapped firmly around One's shoulders and someone's head leaned down next to his ear, "You sure about that buddy?" came Peter Three's smug voice.

Peter 1 screamed and tried to thrash away as Peter 3 started drilling into his upper ribs. Peter 2 laughed at him from across the table and moved over to gently squeeze at his knees.

"Not so grown up now huh?" Peter 2 teased, switching between squeezing just above his kneecaps and scribbling on the undersides of his knees.

"ShUHUHUHT UHUHP!"

Peter 3 hummed, "Mmm no, I don't think we will."

Peter 1 fell into frantic laughter as Peter 2 started squeezing up and down his thighs, the sensations making him go crazy. His eyes shut and his face scrunched up as he giggled his head off, causing his brothers to coo at him.

"Such a cute little baby bro! That's gotta tickle so bad, huh?"

"Aww you're just too ticklish aren't you?"

"NOho IM NOHAT SHUHUHUHUHSH"

Peter 1 was quickly turning bright red. He started trying to slip down off of the chair and out of Peter Three's grasp but his brothers just followed him to the floor. Peter 1 almost escaped but was pulled back by Peter 2 before he could get far enough.

"Oh no you don't! We aren't finished here young man!"

Peter 3 maneuvered the youngest so he was laying half on his lap but Peter 1 was still struggling to get away through his giggles.

"Pete, we aren't even tickling you right now!" Peter 2 chuckled, hovering his hands over Peter One's sides and wiggling his fingers to Peter One's dismay.

"Stohohop dohohing that!"

"Why buddy?" Peter 3 leaned down and planted a tickly kiss against Peter One's neck before whispering in his ear, "Does it tickle?"

Peter 1 squeaked and giggled as Peter 2 started gently kneading his sides. In a sudden burst of strength, Peter 1 managed to get his arms out of Three's grasp and grabbed onto Peter Two's hands, pushing them away from his ticklish sides.

"Now youhoho cahan't get me!" Peter 1 laughed triumphantly at his oldest brother, leaning his face as close as he could get to the other with Peter 3 now holding him snug around the waist. Peter 2 leaned forward so that their foreheads were touching and smirked.

"You sure about that, baby bro?"

I'm not a babEHEHEHEH PETET2PETER2NAHHAHAH"

Without warning, Peter 2 had started nuzzling at Peter One's tummy, throwing in a few raspberries here and there and making noming noises as he pretended to eat his stomach. Peter 1 was still holding onto his hands and laughing his head off now, trying to peddle his legs against the floor or squirm away but getting nowhere.

"Woahoh, little man is trying real hard now, you sure you're not ticklish buddy?" Peter 3 teased, having to struggle a little bit to keep the littlest in place.

"Something wrong, One?" Peter 2 asked, looking up for a second to give him a breather.

"N-Nohoho everything's fihihine, I told youho I'm not ticklish."

Peter 1 tried to sound defiant but he couldn't keep the giggles out of his voice. The other two made eye contact with each other over his head and Peter 2 got his hands free, placing them on his sides again, leaning down towards his stomach and smirking.

Peter 1 knew he was in trouble but made the decision to try and keep up bold act. He steeled his glare as best he could.

"Do you worst."

Peter 3 seemed to choke behind him and Peter 2 raised an eyebrow, gaping slightly in surprise.

"Yeah uh huh okay, its your funeral," Peter 2 smiled innocently, "Hey Three, you mind helping me?"

"It'd be my honor, dear brother of mine!"

Peter 1 gulped. Suddenly Peter 2 landed a huge raspberry on his stomach while Peter 3 started drilling into his ribs. Peter 1 screamed, his frantic laughter bouncing off the walls and lighting up the room. He could feel his resolve breaking as Peter 2 started scribbling at his sides and lower ribs but he still didn't want to give in.

"Just admit that it tickles and we'll stop!" Peter 2 sang, trying not to laugh as he could tell Peter 1 was close to giving up.

What ended up doing him in was when Peter 3 started blowing quick, tickly raspberries all over his neck. His laughter fell silent for a moment before he gathered himself together enough to finally admit what his brothers had been trying to get him to say.

"OKAHAHAHAY IT TICKLES IT TICKLESITTICKLES PLEAEHEHASE!"

Right away the other two stopped their torment and cheered, giving each other a highfive.

"Now was that so hard, buddy?"

Peter 1 lay in Peter Three's lap with his eyes closed, left over giggles still spilling out.

"You twoho are the wohohorst."

Peter 3 snickered and started gently running his fingers through One's hair, causing him to let out a happy sigh. Peter 2 smiled at his little brothers, laying down on his side next to Peter 1 and throwing an arm over his stomach.

"Hate to break it to you bud, but you'll never be too old for tickles."

"And don't you ever forget it!" Peter 3 booped One's nose gently and cooed as Peter 1 groaned and scrunched his face up at them both in fake annoyance.

Smiling, Peter 2 drew his baby brother closer to him and held out his other hand for Peter 3, pulling him to lie down on the floor. He happily snuggled up to them, still playing with One's hair and now rubbing gently at Two's knuckles.

After a few minutes of floor cuddles, Peter 2 spoke up quietly.

"You doing okay, One?"

He lifted his head up when he didn't get an answer only to find Peter 1 fast asleep in between them. Peter 2 brushed back his hair and kissed his forehead before lying back down and shutting his own eyes. For awhile, the only sounds were their gentle, steady breathing before Peter 3 broke the silence again.

"Hey, you know someone still has to do the dishes?"

Two reached across and playfully smacked at his arm.

"Shut up Three."

#spiderman tickle #lee peter 1 #ler peter 3 #ler peter 2 #peter parker #peter parker tickle #spider bros #marvel tickle #my writing #i hope you guys like this!#its a lot longer than i thought it would be #sorry for the wait!

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