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potatohater · 11 months

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Operation “We’re all gonna die after this”

Fandom: Spiderman Across the Spiderverse

Characters: Miguel O’Hara, Miles Morales, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Gwen Stacy

Words: 1594(so proud of myself whaa)

FINALLY A FANFIC ONCE IN A WHILE AB SPIDER TEENS TRYING MIGUEL LAUGH, ENJOYY (and I left the ao3 version)

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“Hey, so do you think that Miguel is ticklish?” Pavitr said out loud while all the teens were chilling together in the free room at HQ. Silence freeze in the air, causing everyone to look up from what they were doing. After a few more seconds Gwen broke the silence

“Really doubt that, but we can‘t know for sure. Plus he is like never smiling, when was the last time any of you saw him smiling?” You could actually hear concern in her voice

“I’m in” Hobie said, continuing to decorate his guitar in his lap with new stickers

“So we are gonna do this, oh I’m even nervous” Said Miles, giving his agreement to this dangerous mission

“So here we are” Gwen grinned for a second, looking at their despair team

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Miguel at that time was just minding his own business by checking some of the news in their spider community in his office. His door was slightly opened, but they had to be quiet for sure

Their plan wasn’t the best, but it had to work out. They separated and Miles with Pavitr had to distract grumpy man from his work by talking while Gwen and Hobie would sneak out on him and tackle to the ground. It couldn’t be that hard, could it?

Miles with Pav spotted Miguel by computer screens, he was intensely looking at one of his happy memories with his daughter. They were just laughing about something and smiling like it was the best day of their lives. Miles turned his head to Pavitr and though he didn’t say anything he could just hear him saying “aaawww”. He send signal to Hobie and Gwen by nodding to them and straighten up, telling Pav to start their operation «We’re all gonna die after this»

Meanwhile two other teens were swinging silently through the room, and were almost near Miguel when they saw Layla next to him. She saw them too, concerned look on her face, knowing that they’re up to something. Hobie just put his finger to his lips, indicating silence and she grinned to him and disappeared.

“Hey Miguel” Miles said loud enough for everyone in the room, Gwen almost giggled out loudly.

The man turned his head to him, looking of disapproval in his eyes were enough to kill everyone in this room, including himself

“What do you need Mile— oh there are two of you.”He said, noticing Pav next to him, smiling at Miguel. He just felt how he became even more annoyed by looking at two spider teens now

“So what do you need?” Miguel asked again

“You now, we were just wondering hoooow… how are you doing amigo?” Miles asked nervously. Miguel raised a brow which looked so damn funny that Pavitr had to bite his own lip to keep away from smiling. Miles nodded silently to Gwen and Hobie showing that it’s his maximum at doing a small talk and it their time to shine

Miguel opened his mouth to say something when he heard two others landing on the ground and turned around, but everything he saw is Hobie tackling him on the floor with a grunt

“HEY–” he shouted

“QUICK, WEB HIS WRISTS OR HOLD HIM OR DO SOMETHING” Gwen shouted and in the half second the man’s wrists and elbows were webbed to the floor, making him trashing around, spider punk sat on his calves, trying to keep him in place

“Okay, does anyone is gonna explain WHAT IS HAPPENING” Miguel was more confused than angry at them but it doesn’t mean that he wasn’t angry at all

“Not much mate, jus’ discovering something” Hobie said, starting to grin in the middle of the sentence

“We were wondering if you are ticklish, like you know. You are always so.. serious” Pav said, not even trying to mask his excitement anymore

“No, it’s not happening. Not today. I’m gonna free myself and kill every one of you” Miguel said, looking at every teen. At Hobie on his calves, Gwen looking down on him while standing, Pav and Miles, sitting at the same side of him

“I guess it’s already happened” Hobie grinned, squeezing his knee cap. Even though he didn’t move, his leg flinched, what everyone noticed and grinned even more

“Okay so this is a real deal” Gwen placed herself on the other side of his torso

Pav squeezed his side and wriggles his fingers into man’s belly, making him suck his stomach in. Gwen at the same time tickled his ribs which got more reaction.

“Okay, so funny of you guys, I’m not ticklihish” Miguel said when one of the giggles in his throat slipped through when Gwen hit a particular good spot on the lower ribs. Which earned a chuckle from Hobie

“You are, mate, who are you fooling huh?” Hobie responded, giving another knee squeeze

Miguel could feel his cheeks burning and giggling bubbling on his throat. Whoa, when was the last time he was actually tickled? Rough question

He tried to say anything and opened his mouth but Gwen hit that one spot on his ribs again causing him to giggle. Oh these kids were a death of him. Miguel caught corners of his mouth going upwards and tried to shut his mouth tight

“Oh come on man, we know you want to laugh, let it out” Pav said, tickling his side

“I do not want to lahahaugh” The man tried to respond seriously but failed again. He felt his mouth forming a slight smile, and he noticed Miles staring at him with amusing look and quirked eyebrow

“You do now” Miles who was silent, responded to him. The amount of sass in those words is unmatchable. Kid also started wriggling into man’s belly, causing him to giggle more

“OKAHahahay okahaHAY I Am ticklihish!” Miguel started giggling harder as he felt three pair of hands lightly squeezing his torso

At the same time Hobie just enjoyed the view, sitting there on his calves and giving him knee squeezes every once in a few minutes

“Oh man it’s weird seeing you like this, you are usually such a «serious man who doesn’t smile»” Pavitr said in his fake deep voice, giggling for his own joke. Others agreed with him on that

And of course Miguel would never admit it, but he thought about the same thing. How he never even smiles after everything that happened in his life. It didn’t mean that he was just lying down, he squirmed for his life, but every-time he moved to one side or another a pair of hands were waiting there

“eheEHEHEH STOHOP” his giggling transformed into full on laughter when he felt Gwen’s hand going up to his armpit. Her face shining with big smile while looking at the man under her laughing his head off

“Ohh this man is actually very ticklish I would say” Pav mentioned when Miguel interrupted him saying to shut up, but he just started laughing with him

“It’s a good spot I see there” Hobie grinned, looking at Gwen who was having a moment of her life

“OkahaY STOHOHOP!” Miguel’s head was thrown back and his belly laugher filled the room, causing everyone to laugh with him at this point

It was so refreshing to see Miguel aka the most stoic and serious man in the spider-verse laughing like this. There was something so natural in the almost invisible wrinkles around his eyes when he laughed, or when his fangs fit perfectly into his smile, making them look not that scary at all. Miles was just looking at him sometimes, wondering when was the last time he was laughing like that with anyone

Miguel felt the webs on his hands weakening because of all the thrashing he did. He understood that it’s enough and took the last look at the group of teenagers which made him laugh like this. They didn’t look mean or like they want to embarrass him with this information in the future, they just looked so amused and happy for no reason while they were laughing with him. Okay, he can let them be for another moment

After another knee squeeze from Hobie he jerked his hand, freeing it, then another. He immediately saw all the teenagers’ faces look scared for a sec, but the beam in their eyes was the same, he felt all the hands stop and he finally let himself breath freely

“Youhu wouhuld nehever speak about *cough* this.” He sat up, looking at everyone who backed away except of Hobie who was still sitting on his calves with a grin, but stood up immediately when saw Miguel’s face

“Need a hand mate?” Spider punk looked at the man under him

“Oh man, that was fuhunny as hell” Pav giggled standing up too

“Now. Who will I catch up with first?” Miguel said when all spider teens stormed out of his office at the same second. Of course when they were running from him they didn’t notice the slight smile that stayed on his face for a moment

“That was so cuutee!!” He turned his head when he saw Layla just in front of him, smiling

“You don’t know about this, nobody does” Miguel responded quietly

“Of course I don’t, just like those kids who made you laugh a few minutes ago” she snickered at him

Maybe he tried to look serious enough, but you could see by his behaviour at that evening, that there was still a gleam in his eyes after those kids

P.s

(OMG IDK WHY BUT I WROTE IT LIKE IN HALF AN HOUR OR SOMETHING, LIKE IT JUST FELT SO EASY TO WRITE AFTER A BREAK)

edited: OMG I GOT ALMOST 200 KUDOS AT THE FIRST NIGHT AT AO3

and here goes the ao3 version ^_^

#tworld #tickle fic #tickling #spiderman atsv #atsv tickle #ticklish!miguel o’hara #ler!miles #ler!hobie #ler!pavitr #ler!gwen #hobie bro #miles morales #miguel o'hara #gwen stacy #pavitr prabhakar #FINALLY ATSV TICKLE FIC

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tickles-tea · 10 months

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shippy poly headcanon:

back when peter was the only one who'd tickle him, miguel could convincingly deny that he liked it, since peter's actually strong/agile enough to get past his defenses… then mj started tickling him too, and it became obvious that he was letting her

(they both tease him about it, but mj especially loves being like "oh no, you poor thing, however will you escape my clutches")

-tickly-tufts

Holy shit I love you

I was already wanting to think of something for the the poly group so this couldn’t be more perfect

But you’re absolutely right- even if he didn’t actually mind it, he’d definitely still put up a fight whenever Peter tried to tickle him and Peter would have to get creative just to get a few good laughs out of him

Even when they weren’t in public, Miguel would get all grumpy, growling out threats or trying to turn the tables

So when Peter catches Miguel backed into the kitchen counter with MJ pinching and poking at his sides, he expects Miguel to flip their places or at the very least grab MJ’s hands

Imagine his face when Miguel just keeps giggling and grabbing at anything but MJ. Covering his face, gripping his hair, holding onto the counter so his legs won’t give out- all complete with whiny little curses and “stopppp” s

Instantly Peter goes from >:0 to >:3c

Miguel can say “I just don’t want to accidentally hurt you!” all he wants but they know the truth 😌

Important note: he blushes like crazy when either of them tease him but there’s just something about MJ’s teases that make him short circuit LOL

#spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o’hara #peter b parker #mary jane watson #spideysjane #tickling #ticklish!miguel #thank you for sending this in i love them sm 👁👁❤️#tickly-tufts

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desb3ar · 28 days

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ANYWAY.

Goofy Miguel O’Hara Headcanons

i love making silly shit with him (and making him depressed asf lol)

Rarely, Miguel will have the WORST joke known to man. Gag is, the reaction TO his bad joke is the funniest part to him. he’d say some lame shit like “what do you call a can opener that don’t work? a can’t opener.”

If he EVER were to laugh hard enough, let alone laugh at all… Snorts and wheezes would be expected. Then he gets embarrassed cuz Mr. “im s’pose to be the big strong leader” gets caught sounding like a piggy. (Ha. Piguel O’Malley ref.)

When he’s focused on machine work, trying to figure out something on the fly, he’ll blow quiet raspberries. Lyla makes fun of him for that sometimes.

SPEAKING OF LYLA… SHE will laugh her ass off when she puts the most goofiest filters on Miguel when he’s trying to work. That one filter that makes it look like you’re crying, wet face n’ all with the frown and shit? All time favorite. Miguel always wanna assume her laugh attacks are malfunctions, but he see’s no problem on account of many successful diagnostics. So he gotta suck it up.

I wrote about this before, but I read he’s hyper sensitive, so I HAVE to assume that he’s ticklish. Gotta be. When people find out, sides are poked. He’d JOLT UP and swat people away like bugs (cuz they are kinda.) If you’re close to him, knowing you’re prone to tickle him out of nowhere, he’d get SKEPTICAL and flinch when all you want is a hug. (The amount of betrayal when you tickle him instead scarred him LMFAOOO). I couldn’t say you’d whisper in his ear and it will tickle him because he already has enhanced hearing so there would be no point.

I saw an actor au that i LOVE, right? i keep thinking that miguel, when he’s trying to be serious, he breaks character too often because he ends up laughing 😭 idk behind a serious character is someone who CAN’T be serious for more than 2 minutes. (i’d kill for someone to make a pixar’s after credits blooper animatic with atsv characters.)

#on goofy shit #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel ohara #miguel #atsv fanart #spiderman 2099

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miguelswifey04 · 9 months

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imaging Miguel fingering reader, basically bunch of times where Reader is overstimulated and Miguel just can’t get enough of the taste

miguel o’hara x fem! reader

cw: fingering, suggestive, nsfw 18+, smut; no plot, overstimulation/orgasm, crying from overstimulation, dub-con

miguel looks up at you, his brown eyes filled with and mischief. he can't resist the urge to tease you further, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your inner thighs before finally dipping between your legs. his touch is gentle at first, exploring your wetness with a curious finger. he smirks, knowing exactly what he's doing to you.

slowly, he slips a finger inside, feeling the way your walls clench around him. he curls his finger, searching for that sweet spot that has you squirming beneath him. you let out a whimper, and he can't help but chuckle darkly, enjoying every second of your pleasure.

miguel adds another finger, picking up the pace with his thrusts, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. your moans fill the air, intensifying the desire burning within him. he can't resist the temptation any longer and leans in, his tongue flicking over your clit.

he takes his time, savoring your taste, as his fingers continue their relentless assault. he knows just how sensitive you are, and he revels in the way you squirm and writhe beneath him. your overstimulation only fuels his desire, and he can tell you're close.

with one final flick of his tongue and a few more expertly timed thrusts, he pushes you over the edge. your body trembles with pleasure as you reach your climax, unable to contain the moans escaping your lips. miguel watches you with a mix of pride and satisfaction, his fingers still buried deep inside you.

but he's not done yet. he wants to taste you some more, to make you come undone once again. he continues to finger you, this time with a little more force, as he eagerly devours your sensitive flesh. the sensation is overwhelming, and you can't help but scream out his name as another orgasm crashes through you.

miguel doesn't stop until you're completely spent, your pleasure washing over you in waves. he withdraws his fingers slowly, licking them clean with a wicked smile. "mmm, you taste so good," he purrs, his voice thick with desire. "but i’ve only just begun to please you."

miguel watches your trembling form, a mix of satisfaction and mischievousness playing in his eyes. he knows exactly what he's doing to you, and he revels in the power he holds over your pleasure. without a moment's hesitation, he plunges his fingers back into you, his movements unrelenting. he finds that delicious spot inside you, stroking it with expert precision. each thrust of his fingers pushes you further into a state of ecstasy.

your moans fill the room as pleasure courses through your body, your senses overwhelmed by the relentless stimulation. tears stream down your face, a mix of pleasure and vulnerability, but miguel doesn't let up. he continues his minstrations, driving you to the brink again and again.

you’re caught in a haze of sensations, your body unable to catch a break. the intense pleasure becomes intoxicating, and you find yourself giggling between moans, the sensations causing a strange mix of pleasure and ticklishness.

miguel feeds off your reactions, his ego growing with each cry and giggle that escapes your lips. he finds himself enraptured by your vulnerability, unable to resist pushing you even further, determined to wring every last bit of pleasure from you.

he amps up the speed and intensity of his fingering, relentlessly targeting your sweet spot with precision. pleasure crashes over you in waves, each orgasm blending into the next until you're completely overwhelmed. you lose track of time as your body convulses with pleasure, gasping for breath and clinging to the edge of sanity.

finally, miguel relents, withdrawing his fingers from your throbbing core. he watches you with a mix of satisfaction and concern, his dark eyes filled with a hint of tenderness. he wraps you in his arms, holding you close as you come down from your pleasure high. “shh, it's okay," he whispers softly, stroking your hair. "you did so well, love. i’m proud of you. just rest now, and let me take care of you."

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @meeom @astro1bloom @obi-mom-kenobi @emiemiemiii @sabcandoit

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #atsv x reader #🌱 lin writes #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara x y/n #lin’s asks #♡´･ᴗ･`♡ lin answers #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel smut #miguel o’hara x fem!reader

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meiluu · 11 months

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Fangs. Spider-Man 2099

Miguel O’Hara/ Reader(AFAB)

*no gendered pronouns/terms used* *Not edited*

cw: SMUT 18+ MDNI—> fangs, creampie, AFAB oral(receiving), P in V sex.

Miguel wanted nothing more than to come home and forget about all that's been going on. The weight of the multiverse rested upon his shoulders, and it took everything in him to not break.

Softly landing on the balcony to his shared apartment, taking a quick glance into the windows- there you are. A sigh leaves him as he gently opens the balcony door. the book you had been reading was tossed aside, jumping up from the couch you are running to Miguel. Your body warms with your shared embrace. "I missed you." your words are muffled as you shove your head further into his chest getting lost in his familiar scent. With your words Miguel is tightening his hold on you, "Me too." lifting your head just enough to rest your chin on his chest, "Do you want to talk about it?" a huff escapes him, "No, I don't want to think about anything besides you and me right now." reaching one of your hands to pull off his mask, "Ok." Softly tossing the material to the side, cupping his cheek you motion him to lean down towards you. A chuckle leaves his beautiful lips, "What is it you want mi amor?"

A little whine leaves you, pouting your lips at his resistance. A cocky smile graces his face, "Nope that face wont work on me." Your defeated sigh fills the air, "I want you." shying away from looking at him. "Hmm, What was that?" oh you were going to punch him, you knew he could hear you. Miguel watched as you eventually moved your face towards his, fire burning within your eyes. "I want you." As your words fall from your lips Miguel is already leaning down, capturing your lips with his. It’s sweet but desperate, his arms lower from being around your shoulders down to your waist. Without even thinking about it Miguel let’s his fangs extend, nipping at your bottom lip. You let out a gasp at the sensation, creating the perfect opportunity for Miguel to push his tongue into your mouth. A deep satisfied groan rumbles from his chest, as he gets lost in the taste of you. Tongues dancing together, but all too soon you both are pulling apart for air. Your eyes immediately lock onto the thin string of saliva that kept you two connected. Just as Miguel has got his breath back he’s moving his kisses down the side of your face going towards your neck. Taking advantage of the thin tank-top, he leaves a plethora of dark to light love marks down your neck. Stopping where your neck and shoulder meet, inhaling your addictive scent he sinks his fangs into you. Making sure to not excrete venom out while biting you. A wobbly moan tumbles from your lips at the sensation.

Retracting his fangs he raises his head, locking onto your gaze. “Can I have you?” His voice is strained with lust, it takes a moment longer to really register his words with the fog your mind has accumulated. “Yes- please.” And with your words Miguel is swiftly picking you up, carrying you to your shared bedroom. On your way there you feel the ticklish feeling of Miguel’s talons cutting expertly through your clothing. Making it to the bedroom and being tossed onto the bed, you realize that Miguel has ruined your clothes. They are now nothing more than big scraps of fabric. A whine of annoyance leaves you at this discovery but you are soon shut up by Miguel, “I’ll buy you new ones.” His voice is gruff but full of promise. Throwing what’s left of your clothes to the floor, you are left completely bare, and Miguel is soon following your lead. Quickly pulling off the top half of his suit, the bottom half not too far behind. Finally he’s left completely bare to you, your eyes shamelessly roam across his exposed skin.

Eyes catching on to the scars that litter his torso, seeing the defined muscle that looks like an artist sculpted them. A rosy blush dusts your cheeks as your eyes lock on to his heavy and aching cock. Fully erect and leaking precum, your toes curl in anticipation. “Cariño, don’t look at me like that.” At his voice your eyes quickly rise to meet his, his voice sent liquid heat down your spine. His words were laced with lust and hold more meaning than just the words alone. “I can’t help it, your so beautiful.” Your words are nothing but sincere, and they have Miguel smiling. “Te amo.” His body is shadowing yours, hands on each side of your head. Lips descending upon your body, little nips from his fangs accompany each burning kiss. Tongue swirling around each perky nipple. With a measured pace Miguel finally reaches where you need him most, making sure to be gentle Miguel latches both hands to the bottom of your thighs lifting you up towards his mouth.

In one quick movement his tongue is lapping up your cunt, relishing in the taste that is undeniably you. Swirling from bottom to top, plunging his tongue inside massaging the inner walls of your cunt. Then he’s retracting, heading towards your clit. Fingers filling the space his tongue has left, tongue dancing around your clit. Miguel has brought heaven to you in this moment, your mind was wrapped in a lustful haze of pure pleasure. Your hands were gripping tight upon his hair, the only thing that was keeping you grounded. Your moans where music to Miguel’s ears, he was taking special care to not pierce you with his talons but every lap of his tongue made it that much more difficult. And to add onto the strain to not hurt you with his talons, he was having an extremely difficult time not ripping himself away from your cunt so that he could properly fuck you into the bed. So for now he was distracting his leaking cock by it rutting into comforter. But fortunately he wouldn’t have to wait long, because before he knew it he could feel you grip tighten and your moans rising in frequency, you were close to cumming. “Miguel- more, please.” Rushed and needy are your words, but you never needed to worry Miguel would follow your every request or demand until the end of time.

The feeling of your walls rhythmically tightening around his fingers with a vice like grip has him groaning into your clit. As he slows his movements with your waning orgasm his moving his body up the bed, lining his cock up with your glistening cunt. Sinking into has Miguel’s mind short-circuiting, no matter how many times you both did this dance he would never get tired of it. Arranging your legs to rest wrapped around his strong waist. Hips grinding into you, making sure to go to the hilt with every deep thrust. Pushing his talons into the comforter, most likely ruining yet another piece of fabric. Your hands latch onto his wide shoulders, forehands nearly touching as you both share the air around you. Shared sounds of pleasure surround you both, picking up the pace. Harder, faster thrusts has you digging your nails into him, arching your self to get as close as possible. And thankfully Miguel is on the same wavelength, both hands are quick to wrap around your torso. Pulling flush against his chest, you can now feel his rapid heartbeat along with every groan and moan he lets out. “Miguel—I’m close.” A slurred expletive in Spanish is all you get in return. Miguel rises up to his knees, you are clinging onto him- arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He’s pulling you down to meet his every harsh thrust. Head thrown back, eyes rolling back as the head of his cock kisses your cervix sending pure pleasure throughout your body. The brush of his fangs against your neck has you shivering in response. Each thrust within you has you spiraling closer to the edge of release. Miguel is soon moving one of his hands closer to your clit, rubbing tight furious circles around it. And with those quick movements your cumming around his cock, squeezing every inch of him, trying to get him to cum with you and to stay connected with you. Another harsh Spanish expletive is heard along with a moan as he pulls you firmly against him, every twitch of his release is felt within you.

Sweet kisses are being placed along your neck along with familiar spanish endearments, “so good…I love you so much.” Miguel’s voice is muffled by your skin. With gentle movements Miguel is slow to leave your cunt, with sweet fulfillment he watches as his cum slowly dribbles out of you. Keeping his tight embrace around you he is unhurriedly heading towards the bathroom, using his organic webs to turn on the water- filling the tub. As he waits for the tub to fill he busies himself with relaxing within your embrace, finally becoming free from the stress he has accumulated.

With the tub finally full, a smirk is making its way upon his face. You had begun to grind against his cock bringing it to attention, Miguel couldn’t help but let out a huff- you were insatiable and he couldn’t love you more for it.

#x reader #smut #miguel o'hara x reader #into the spider verse #spiderman #spider man: across the spider verse #spider man 2099 #spider man 2099 smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara smut #fluff #across the spiderverse #spider man

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beatificwrites · 9 months

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WAKING UP TO MIGUEL O’HARA ★

gender-neutral reader/vague language! no use of y/n

content: slightly nsfw/18+

an: first blurb/dabble, sumn light !! also not sure how short these have to be, so i tried!

you wake up at the sensation of miguel’s lips kissing your forehead. of course, he was up before you; him being leader of the spider society really called for being an early bird. this also meant he always watched you in your sleep.

“buenos dias, mi cielo.” he greeted with that handsome smile of his.

you began to whine and complain about him disrupting your beauty sleep, however he shut you up the same way he woke you up.

he brought his hand up to cup the side of your face as he deepened the kiss. he eventually propped himself up with his other arm to hover over your smaller frame. in your half-asleep state, you absentmindedly rubbed your hand over his broad shoulder, then brought it down to brush over his defined biceps.

the muffled moans you let out, as soon as he palmed your underwear, made it difficult for him to come to his senses and pull away from you.

miguel was up against you and he refused to leave your lips so soon for work. you reluctantly pulled apart to catch your breath and chuckled at his unsurprising neediness. this man is always all over you.

“good morning to you too, love.” you looked at him, ever so lovingly.

he merely admired your “cute” sleepy face, as he recalls, and leaned down to leave soft pecks all over it. not in a rampant manner, but rather a slow, teasing one. he moved onto your neck and you giggled at the ticklish feeling.

“i don’t ever want to leave this bed!” miguel groaned at the idea of having to go to work and not have you in his arms all day as he made his way down to your abdomen.

“well, let’s just call off today.” you suggested, nonchalantly.

“i scheduled a meeting at 8. plus, they couldn’t handle a day without us.” he sighed in between the smooches on your belly. one hand was placed on your waist and the other rubbed against your chest. he made sure to peck each corner and every crevice before moving lower.

he curled his fingers around your underwear and lightly tugged on them whilst looking up at you for reassurance.

“we shouldn’t be late then, honey.” you replied, though you mind definitely disagreed and miguel could tell by the way you bit your lip.

“fuck it!” he shook his head, shaking away the thought of arriving late to his own meeting, and impatiently pulled off your undies.

you squealed as you lifted your legs to make the action swifter. he almost immediately grabbed your thighs to hold them still as he went down on you.

waking up to miguel o’hara was always unforgettable.

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mi cielo= my sky

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strawberriesinbloom · 4 months

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That Kind of Day, Huh?

MJ/Peter/Miguel

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Miguel flinched as his breathing wobbled. He placed a hand over MJ’s hand, which had accidentally wandered a little too close to his side. “Ah, not there,” he muttered. It didn’t take an observant individual to notice the way he had stumbled over his words.

“What? You ticklish, buddy?” Peter asked while crossing his arms.

Miguel scoffed. He lifted his head to give Peter an unimpressed glance his way. Refusing to dignify Peter’s question with a response, he rolled his eyes and laid back down.

Word Count: 2037

A/N:

Happy holidays, @tickly-tufts. I'm your Secret Santa for @squealing-santa. This was a cute idea. I hope you enjoy :)

This is a tickle fic btw

~🍓~

Peter B. Parker had just finished putting his daughter to bed. He snuck one last kiss on her forehead before quietly leaving the nursery. Although he loved spending time with Mayday, she could be a handful at times, and Peter was more than happy to have some quality downtime with his wife.

‘Wife’ he repeated in his head. God, he missed that word.

Peter practically pranced into his bedroom. A pet name was already rolling off the tip of his tongue when he was suddenly shushed. Peter faltered slightly, stopping in his tracks with his hand still on the doorknob.

MJ was sitting up in bed with her back resting against the headboard. Her index finger was raised to her lips. Her cheeks were puffed out, as though preparing to shush him again.

But, that wasn’t the weird part. The weird part was the fact that Miguel O’Hara was lying in MJ’s arms with his head resting on her chest.

Peter cocked his head to the side. “Miguel?”

Usually, he texted before stopping by the Parker’s place.

The dopey smile on Miguel’s face vanished as he flashed Peter an irritated glare. He turned his head, so he was no longer facing him.

“He had a long day,” MJ explained, now that silence was no longer a pretense. Her long nails gently scratched up and down the expanse of Miguel’s back. If Peter listened closely, he swore he could hear the guy purring. “So, I expect you to not get into any of your usual antics, alright?”

Peter let out an amused huff of air. “Antics? Since when have I ever gotten into any ‘antics’?” He grinned as he sauntered over to the bedside next to MJ. “I’ve never done anything of the sort in my entire life.”

MJ rolled her eyes playfully. “Okay, okay, whatever you say.” She laughed a little when Peter leaned down to kiss her.

“So, what has gotten this whiny baby in such a mood?” Peter asked once he straightened back up.

Miguel sucked his teeth. “You do realize I can hear you, right?” He scrunched up his shoulder blades a little once MJ started to caress the upper parts of his back.

MJ teasingly tousled Miguel’s hair. “He won’t say,” she told Peter. “I just think he needs some comfort tonight.”

“What? You ticklish, buddy?” Peter asked while crossing his arms.

Miguel scoffed. He lifted his head to give Peter an unimpressed glance his way. Refusing to dignify Peter’s question with a response, he rolled his eyes and laid back down.

“Aw, come on, Miguel. You aren’t even going to answer me?” Peter began poking and prodding at Miguel’s side. He delighted in the way Miguel jumped at each jab.

“Peter…” MJ said.

Peter grinned. “I’m just trying to help him feel better. They don’t say that laughter is the best medicine for nothing.” He turned his attention toward Miguel. “So, come on, let’s hear that laugh of yours.”

Without warning, Peter squeezed Miguel’s waist, causing Miguel to curl up in on himself. “Stop that!” he growled. Miguel’s voice was low and gruff, but his tough persona was softened by how hard he was trying to avoid Peter’s gaze.

The corners of Miguel’s lips began to perk up when Peter’s fingers started digging into his hips. He grabbed his wrist in an attempt to pry him off of him, but, interestingly enough, Miguel’s grip was loose and half-hearted.

Miguel gasped, as his eyes widened in fear. “M-MJ…!” he choked out. He began to thrash around, and Peter looked up to see MJ drilling her fingers inside Miguel’s armpits.

“What? I can’t have you having all of the fun,” she said when she noticed Peter’s expression. MJ continued her assault on Miguel’s sensitive skin. He tried to push himself up and presumably get off of her, but MJ was quicker than him. She hooked her legs over his back, trapping him in place.

Miguel barely managed to choke out MJ’s name again before using both hands to clamp his mouth shut. Peter clawed at Miguel’s stomach, which was driving him up the wall. His cheeks flushed, as Peter focused his attention on a particular spot that made Miguel writhe in place.

“Wow, you sure are stubborn, Miguel,” Peter said, enjoying the glare he was shooting him. “Not even a giggle?”

MJ’s fingers traveled down Miguel’s body and settled against his ribs, where she used her long nails to her full advantage and scratched at such a sensitive spot. As though to answer Peter’s question, Miguel tossed his head back and shrieked. He burst into loud laughter that almost made Peter flinch.

“AHAHA! Stahap! Stahahahap it! Both ohof you! EheEHEhehe…! Th—this isn’t funny!” Miguel’s eyes were squeezed shut as a wide smile overtook half of his face.

Peter wasn’t sure if he had ever seen the guy smile before, much less laugh, so this was a welcome sight. Miguel’s laughter wasn’t what he was expecting to come from a guy like him, either. It was loud, boisterous, and almost a little frantic. Miguel’s smile was a little lopsided from him desperately trying to stop himself from laughing.

“You have a nice laugh, Miguel,” MJ said, “It’s a shame we don’t get to hear it more often.” She shoved her fingers against his neck. He started to giggle and scrunch his shoulders up before she even had the chance to tickle him there.

Miguel giggling? Now, that was funny. It was, dare he say it, cute to see the way MJ could elicit such high-pitched noises from Miguel. At some point, Miguel squeaked. He stilled himself for a moment before burying his face in the crook of her elbow out of embarrassment. MJ only laughed, as she kept tickling him.

“This ihihisn’t fair! Hehehe…hehehaHAHAHA!” His laughter grew an octave or two when Peter started to spider his fingers against Miguel’s ribs. This was a sensitive area for him, which meant that this little weakness had to be exploited as much as possible. Miguel growled again, as he flailed about until he was on his side. “Peheheter! Peheheheter, I’ll—I’m going to kihihihill you! Ahahaha!” The threatening nature of his threats was drowned out by the desperation in his voice.

“I’d like to see you—oh, hey, wait, are those fangs?” Peter’s previous train of thought was left forgotten once he noticed a pair of rather sharp incisors sticking out of his mouth.

Miguel pressed his lips together in another attempt to stop himself from laughing. MJ tickled him underneath his chin, causing him to erupt in soft giggles once again. “Yeah, they are fangs,” MJ said, “That’s cute!”

“Very cute,” Peter agreed right before he vibrated his fingers against Miguel’s ribs.

“Grr…ahahaha! I’m warning you, Peheheter!” He jutted his leg up, and it took Peter a moment to realize that Miguel was trying to kick him away. Peter stepped to the side and grabbed both of Miguel’s legs. Miguel gasped when Peter swung his leg over and sat on Miguel’s knees. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“This,” Peter answered before squeezing and pinching Miguel’s thighs. Miguel screamed. He screamed before melting into a loud cackle of a laugh. “Whoa! Calm down!” Peter shouted after he was almost bucked off, but he held his ground. He might have found Miguel’s most ticklish spot, and he wasn’t going to go down that easily.

Peter kept skittering his fingers along Miguel’s thighs and occasionally drilled his thumbs into his hips just to keep him on his toes. Miguel shrieked every time he did that. MJ tickled his neck, sometimes choosing to flick the back of his ears, which made Miguel tilt his head side to side repeatedly in a futile way to get away from the sensation.

“Hahaha! This is toohoohoo much! Stahahap this instahAHAha—” Miguel swore when MJ decided to jab her fingers inside of Miguel’s armpits again.

Just as Peter was about to tickle Miguel’s sides, Miguel grabbed both of Peter’s hands. Miguel glowered at Peter, who was trying to give up the biggest, most innocent doe eyes he could muster. Miguel paused for a beat before unceremoniously throwing Peter across the room.

“Peter!” MJ shouted, a hint of amusement at the back of her voice. She unhooked her legs from Miguel and tried to stifle a giggle. “Are you okay?”

Peter grunted when he landed on the floor, but he was quick to get up and dust himself off. “Never better,” he said, pretending to flex his arms. Now freed, Miguel got up and slowly crawled over to the other side of the bed. When Peter noticed this, he smirked. “Oh no, you don’t!” He ran over and tackled Miguel to the bed.

Miguel snarled but didn’t try to break free from Peter’s grip. “What’s wrong with you?” He looked at MJ, who was trying her hardest to hide her smile. She was failing quite badly. “Both of you! What’s wrong with both of you?” He was breathless, and a sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead.

“Aww, don’t be like that Miguel. We were only trying to cheer you up.” Peter clasped his hands onto Miguel’s sides. Miguel gave him a wary look but didn’t say anything. “Besides, don’t think MJ and I didn’t notice how you didn’t even try to stop us in any capacity.”

“Except for when he tossed you off the bed,” MJ chimed in.

“Yes, except for when you tossed me off of the bed,” Peter responded, a little miffed at his cool moment being dampened. “But, other than that, you didn’t do anything. I mean, you’re a Spider-Man! You have more than enough ways to stop us if you wanted to.” Peter slowly massaged Miguel’s sides, earning some soft and awkward laughter from him. “That’s the key phrase, isn’t it? If you wanted to.”

MJ shuffled over so that she was sitting right next to them. “Miguel,” she said, tracing his cheekbone with her thumb. “Do you like being tickled?” Her tone wasn’t particularly accusatory. It was kind of sweet, as though she was asking how Miguel’s day was.

“Mhmhmm…I—I don’t ehehe…I don’t…mmph!” Miguel laid his hands on top of Peter’s hands once they started to wander too far up his torso. Peter could tell that Miguel was searching for some sort of excuse or way to get out of this predicament. “I, uh, didn’t wahahant to hurt MJ.”

“You gotta give yourself more credit than that. You have great control over your abilities. There’s no way you’d accidentally hurt anyone,” Peter said.

When he couldn’t think of anything else, Miguel sighed and accepted defeat. “Okahahay, maybe—maybe just a little…” He mumbled that last part but Peter could hear him loud and clear.

“Oh, that’s adorable,” MJ said, leaning in to kiss Miguel on the cheek, “Are you feeling better now?”

Miguel pried Peter’s hands off of him. He stared at the bed, refusing to make eye contact with either of them. “Yeah, I guess,” he said quietly, “More or less.”

“I knew it would!” Peter said. He grabbed Miguel’s face and gave him a messy kiss on the cheek. He stopped when Miguel’s groan suddenly turned into quiet giggles.

“Your stubble,” Miguel explained, rubbing his cheek. “It tickles.”

“Miguel,” Peter said in awe, “How ticklish are you, buddy?” Peter expected Miguel to make another snarky comment. He did not expect to be completely flipped over on his back. “M—Miguel?” he repeated, as his threatening figure loomed over him.

“Not as ticklish as you,” Miguel simply responded before digging his fingers into Peter’s armpits.

“Wahahahait! Hahaha! Let’s talk this out!” Peter shook his head back and forth. He lifted his hand to try to push Miguel out of the way, only to immediately clamp his arm down when Miguel’s tickling increased tenfold. “Hahaha…AH! MJ!” Peter screeched when he felt something skitter along the undersides of his feet. This was going to be a long night.

#Across the Spiderverse tickling #Tickle Fic #squealing santa 2k23 #ss2k23

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fvckme-sir · 10 months

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miguel o’hara with a squishy boy<3

aight y’all, listen. my boy miguel? he knows his size and he knows his strength, and given his primal instincts from the spider dna, he never won’t love feeling like the alpha. being bigger and scarier and towering over you, even if he has a toothy grin and a big fluffy wagging tail behind him like an excited puppy, he’ll still be chubbed up based off of the fact that he looks down at you.

another primal instinct? protecting his mate. he’s always standing behind you, arms resting on your hips and your back pressed to his… well, waist while his jaw locks tightly into a scowl. one that you’ll surely have to massage out cause at home he’s whining about his sore jaw.

while he’s cloaking your entirety with his own body, his hands are massaging hips. somethin just makes his brain tingle in all the right ways when his fingers press into your sided and you giggle, ticklish from his innocent movements.

the icing on the top of the cake though? how nice your body feels when he’s hittin it.

the way your ass ripples and hips bounce with every one of his thrusts, the way your asscheeks feel in his hands when he spreads them to see his dick going into you better, he’ll even when he’s in missionary and his chest is against yours, thick thighs locked around his waist while you bounce and sob makes his head absolutely spin. <33

let’s not forget when things get a lil rough too… honey, you’ve got bite marks, lil marks from his fangs, bruises, hickies, spit, cum and other fluids. there’s just somethin about a soft, sweet lil thing just becoming absolutely shattered, a shell of who they are, all for him makes him feel important, like a real man, like the absolute apex predator.

#tips from; migs #📂.marvel #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x male reader #miguel o’hara x reader

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purpdaderp · 11 months

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Hi can I ask for a ler!miguel O’Hara fic please?

Ler!Miguel x reader

Hello anon! This is going to be in a romantic relationship, and you are not a spiderman/woman (next time pls be more specific with requests like if their spider person or gender)

I I Requests are open!

"miggy! Miggy miggy miggy miggy!"

"yes, y/n?" Your wear wolf vampire spider thingy boyfriend replies in a somewhat playfully annoyed tone, he had got one day of of work every couple months, once in a blue moon when everything was as close to stable as they could get, and you decided that your mission was to annoy him.

"how 'ya doin?" You say while looking at him with a smirk

"I was 'doin' fine till you started annoying me" he said with a scowl, hiding the chuckle and smirk that was creeping to his face

"aweeee why are you so meeeaaaan?" You say in a childish tone while playfully pouting.

"mean?" He asks "mean!" He rolls his eyes

"you still got problems with that cute 16 year old?" You look at him with a bit of confusion

"cute?" He says with a 'what do you mean by that' look

Jealous much, "Sálvame Dios, I found him cute in a PARENT like way, Miguel" you knew little Spanish, you really only used the words Miguel used, so you knew sálvane dios pretty well. You sit on the couch.

He looks just a little ticked off but not mad

"can't believe you have beef with a 16 year old" you say a little snarky while giggling to yourself. Miguel sits next to you, you are looking at a photo the opposite way from him

"I'll give you something to laugh at" he says sounding some what menacing "huh-?!" Before you could even turn to look at him you could feel a ticklish squeeze on your inner thigh "Miguel waihahahait! Nohoho!" You start giggling loudly

"no what? Don't stop tickling you? Okay if you insist." He teases starting to tickle your sides

"nohohohoho! Mihihihiggy!"

"what? Miggy what? You're saying my name but not what you want!" He teases

"nohohoho! Screhehew yohohou!" You say blushing from his teases, you bat at his hands and try to squirm away at to no avail.

"that's not a very smart thing to say in this position mi amor." He teases again. "Maybe you aren't getting the message, I know how to get it through." Suddenly you feel claws scratching at your sides.

"NOHOHO! STAHAHAP YOHOHOU VAHAHAMPIHIHRE WEHEHEARWOLF SPIHIHIDER THIHIHGNY!" you manage to squeeze out in your fit of laughter

"once again, not very smart" he moves his hands from your sides to your stomach and starts spidering across it

"MIHIHIHIHIGGY!" You tell out, he'd be worried if you guys hadn't had a safe word, worried that he had gone to far or if his claws might've actually hurt you but he knows you're fine for now

He lifts your shirt up a bit, one hand behind your back holding your lying figure up, and the other holding your hands above your head

"get ready mi amor" he waits a couple seconds for dramatics

"nohohoho!" You giggle in anticipation while squirming trying to get away

He takes a deep breath and... "PFFFFTTT* blows a raspberry right on your bellybutton and starts clawing at your sides again

"NAHOHOHOHOH! SPIHIDER SPIDER!!" You yell the safe word and he stops tickling, hugs you close and puts his head in the nook of your neck

"I'm happy this is how I get to spend my days of" he says fondly, you are the only person who gets to see the cheesy soft side of him (others like Peter b see the cheesy tickle monster side)

"ihi aham too dear."

#across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spider verse spoilers #across the spiderverse tickle fic #across the spider verse miguel #miggy #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara

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nanabrainrot · 7 months

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V. Slick Skin [Miguel O’Hara]

Day 5: Sweat

Warnings! Sweat licking, Miguel is mean and reader is a sore loser, no PIV this time he’s just really weird, mild ticklihg kink

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You can’t seem to fucking win. His stupid face all twisted up with joy as he sat next to you, backs flat on the brick wall and bodies slick with sweat. Your baggy tee sticking to your chest with wet stains and the mat moist with the outline of your prior struggle against Miguel.

Week three of training was a failure. You lost bet after bet to him, treading closer to a gross territory that was making your stomach churn. The understanding of this week was that if you lost, he’d get to lick you where he wanted. Okay, you fucking guessed.

The looming confidence that you’d surely win dissipated the further he pushed you into the mat, your body folding uncomfortably and contorting under the mass of his muscles. Then you’d tap out. Rinse snd repeat.

By the end of round three, you partially surmised he’d try to tongue fuck your loins and you wouldn’t complain if it were the case: Miguel was easily one of the most handsome men you’d met and you were never truly opposed to casual encounters. Pleasure was meant to be shared.

This? This was weird.

His tongue is long, flat, licking strips up your arm where he sat next to you. He was content with your arm, he said, settling lower to start sucking at your wet fingers that were clammy, then the wrists. The forearms, formerly glistening with sweat, started to glisten with spit. The crevice of your elbow, he spent some time sucking at with groans. The tricep and bicep received the least attention.

You were ticklish at the armpit. This was the current dilemma.

“Pff… hehe… ah, you done yet…?” you choked, struggling to hold back a laugh as his tongue lapped messily at your armpit. You forgot deodorant in your rush, but he seemed uninterested in anything but the taste as he left lapping like a dog at its bowl of water.

Schlap.

“Pff, Miguel! Finish up, please!” you shrieked as you squirmed, a forced laugh clogging your throat. Schlaapp.

His tongue leaves your armpit only after having licked it clean. Your arm glazed in his spit as if you’d had an encounter with a mouthy mastiff. Tears welled as you struggled to catch your breath from holding a laugh back.

He looks with pupils blown wide, dick print crystal clear in his gray sweatpants.

Your boss is fucking weird.

#nana writes spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x y/n #miguel o’hara x y/n smut #miguel x you #miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara x y/n #yall i cannot explain this.#so do not ask me to.#when hes a freak of nature 😍

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physicalee-tired · 7 months

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can someone PLEASE make a good tickle Ch.AI??

All I want is to have a decent “plot” or plausible scenario for being tickled in a character ai 😭. Like one on one with a character that doesn’t say weird sexually charged (like explicitly sexual, not the teasing kind) or cringe dialog or immediately goes for the feet??? (No offense to anyone who’s into that, it’s just not my thing :/). The only good one I’ve seen so far is one reacted by user @/Feathergil I believe with a super cute domestic Miguel O’Hara. Tbh it doesn’t even have to be a character it could be your own OC or whatever but at least give it some back story not immediately, “Hi I’m *insert name* I’m just sooooo ticklish >.<“ like no my immersion is ruined and it feels like I’m doing some really bad RP 😭. This has been my PSA, thank you :3

#character ai #tickle talk #please #tickle thoughts

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tickles-tea · 10 months

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On today’s episode of ‘What part of Miguel am I thinking too much about’: his suit

We don’t know too much about how it works in the movie, but based on the injection scene, I want to make the assumption that he’s able to disable parts of it at will

And obviously my mind is only going to go to one place with that information

A tk trope I’m particularly fond of is a lee really liking being tickled but is way too embarrassed to ever admit it, but it shows in how they don’t break out of binds they should be able to or truly defend themselves like the ler knows they can

Though for Miguel I’m thinking something a little softer with already established trust

Like having him already pliable and laughing under your fingertips, still growling and pretending to protest, and then asking him to disable his suit wherever you feel like targeting

Watching his face turn red as he sputters and objects and very pointedly looks at anything but you, but sure enough eventually that part of the suit pixelates away and allows you access

It’s just something about him silently admitting that he wants more and showing a willingness that’s too obvious to deny ❤️

#I hope this is as coherent as I think it is bc it’s mostly just a scene playing in my head and me desperately trying to describe it #I don’t usually have the energy to write about the Pictures in my Head but I just woke up from a nap and had just enough energy for this on #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o’hara #tickling #ticklish!miguel

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tickles-tea · 11 months

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As much as he TRIES to hide it, Miguel has the smallest bit of softness on his tummy, just under his belly button, and it's so freaking ticklish, he'll absolutely die if you touch him anywhere near that spot.

Absolute banger headcanon

I love when a character is generally ticklish in an area but there’s one specific spot within it that just drives them insane

Miguel deserves to have that kind of ‘kill button’ too ❤️

Lightly fluttering your nails/feathers over that spot has him giggling like crazy and squeezing at the softness there?? Head thrown back on deep belly laughter

And because I love this trope, he gets especially antsy whenever his stomach is tickled because of the possibility that they might accidentally find that little sweet spot

#Miguel is getting the fave treatment which means deciding that he’s stupidly ticklish #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o’hara #tickling #ticklish!miguel

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tickles-tea · 11 months

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At some point, the younger spiders TOTALLY ganged up on Miguel. Those four are way too chaotic not too, especially with Peter B. and Lyla around to egg them on.

As much as I love my faves getting bullied, I do sort of feel for Miguel because all of those spiders would be menaces lolol

I like to think that a VERY good long while into the future, they’d all be comfortable enough to mess around with him like that, with Peter B. introducing them to the idea and being the instigator ofc

And even with Miguel being as strong as he is, he’s no match for four or five other spidermen (especially bc he doesn’t want to hurt them and maybe doesn’t mind them having their fun as much as he says he does)

I can just imagine Peter B. getting all the younger spiders together like “Okay, team, as I’m sure you all have noticed, our strong and noble leader has been especially prickly lately. Which is why I’m initiating Miguel destress protocol 4! AKA tickle him until he agrees to go take a nap…or until his threats get a little less violent and mutilate-y…eh, we’ll figure it out as we go. Let’s go, team!”

#never a dull moment in Miguel’s life~#spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o’hara #peter b parker #miles morales #Gwen Stacy #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #is it worth tagging them all if they’re talked about so vaguely?#fuck if I know #tickling #ticklish!miguel

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tickles-tea · 9 months

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Miguel + A, B, I, J? 👀

A: Aftercare | What is their aftercare like after a heavy round of tickling?

I like to think that he’d be very gentle and quietly sweet, holding you close and murmuring compliments or light playful insults lol

I don’t think he’d be over the top with taking care of you but he’d definitely watch you closely to see what you need so he can act accordingly

If he was tickling someone as a punishment for something, I feel like he’d keep up a faux annoyed act afterwards while making sure they were good at the same time lolol ruffling their hair while grumbling about how annoying they are but he’s not meeting their eyes bc he’s a little embarrassed haha

B: Bondage | How do they react to bondage, do they enjoy it and if yes, what is their favorite pose?

At first Miguel doesn’t see the appeal of bondage “dealing with so many spidermen and their faulty web shooters will do that to a guy” but once he tries it with someone he trusts, I think he would enjoy it! It’d take him a long time to relax into it, but once he does I think the vulnerability would be sort of relieving. He’s so used to shouldering the constant control and pressure required to run the spider society, so having no choice but to give in and let someone else take the reins could be cathartic for him ❤️

As for what pose, I don’t think he’d have a preference really. Probably just something comfortable that keeps his claws away from both his ler and the binds so he can’t accidentally free himself afshsjdks

I: Interrogation | How well would they handle a tickle interrogation?

He could hold out 😤

It would fucking suck because he’s really sensitive LMAO but he’s got a lot of stamina and endurance and he’s as stubborn as a mule

Though, with enough time, effort, and patience, I think you could break him~ enough to make him beg and plead at least. If you were asking for information that would hurt or compromise his friends or other people, he’d just suffer and take it :,)

J: Joy | Their absolute favorite thing about tickling?

He’d like being able to just let go for once orz

He can growl and squirm and hiss out threats all he wants but there comes a point where he just has to accept it and give in. He’s always on high alert, ready to take action at a moment’s notice or planning which action to take next, so even though he’d never admit it, he likes the break tickling gives his mind. After all, there’s no way to think about the multiverse collapsing with your hands wreaking havoc on his thighs 😘

[Send a Character + Letter and I’ll answer with my hcs!]

#thank you for the ask!! I hope you liked them ^^#spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o’hara #tickling #ticklish!miguel

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