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A Visit

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Word Count: 3,303

Summary:

Echo is stewing in his head. Rex is going to fix that.

Ao3 link: A Visit

This is a tickle fic

After taking in Echo the batch hadn’t quite been allowed to leave base yet and, while Rex wasn’t complaining, he knew they were tired of being cooped up there. It wasn’t surprising that the batch were getting grumbly but Echo was starting to lose his patience too. The poking and prodding from medics wearing on his already frazzled nerves.

Rex was trying to soften the blow, walking back with Echo to the Marauder to try and draw some conversation out of him. He was giving one word answers, grunts, hums, anything except for actually talking. By the time they boarded the Marauder Echo was irritably fidgeting, removing his armor and stuffing it into one of the storage bins. The rest of the batch hadn’t even bothered to try getting him to talk, their eyes following him while they stuck to their respective tasks. He never came back from medbay happy and they must’ve learned to give him some space until he could sort out his mood again.

Rex was at a loss. He watched Echo sulk, stew in his own head, and grumble at every inconvenience. Rex wanted to help. He wanted nothing more than to pull Echo out of his head and get him to lighten up a little bit. Talking wasn’t working, and he didn’t want to spend his limited free time with Echo in a space where they couldn’t talk. Still, he hadn’t flexed those older brother muscles in a while and he was coming up short each and every time. It always used to be easy to get Echo to settle back into his usual self - wise cracking, mischievous - but he couldn’t help but feel like he wasn’t exactly doing something right.

There weren’t many methods he hadn’t tried yet. He waited, cracked jokes, and talked but was coming up empty. Nothing had worked and he was running out of options.

Well… there was one method he hadn’t tried yet but he wasn’t exactly sure how well it would be received. Still, Rex hadn’t become a captain through second guessing himself. This would be a little different, something he was going to have to feel out as he tested, but it was definitely worth a shot. With all the bravery he could muster he cleared his throat, clasping his hands behind his back, and regarded Echo with something akin to boredom.

“Do you need a visit?” Once it left Rex’s mouth Echo’s body froze, like he’d been paused, and Rex grinned, dropping the mask. Bingo. Echo turned to him, his face placid despite the wide eyes filled to the brim with apprehension. “Because it seems like you might need a visit.” There was a tense silence that followed it but the reaction was exactly as it used to be. That hadn’t changed. He was hoping a few other things hadn’t either.

“A visit? From who?” Hunter asked from his space by the Marauder’s computer, his head tilted to the side. The batch had clearly noticed Echo’s change in demeanor and had started to pivot their attention to them. Wrecker spun around in the gunner’s mount to listen in on their conversation, interested in the change in tone on the ship.

Rex’s grin turned wicked. “Excellent question, Hunter.” He let his head tilt towards Echo who was biting the inside of his cheeks to keep his expression even. Crosshair looked up from the bunk to study them, eyes narrowing at how Echo hadn’t taken his eyes off of Rex. He looked half a second from grabbing Echo and putting himself between the two of them - unnecessary, but an endearing instinct. Tech seemed to catch on too, rolling over in one of the bunks to watch Echo’s face carefully. “How about we show them?”

“Rex.” There was a silent plea in Echo’s voice but Rex ignored it, stepping forward. Times like these were the only times Echo ever backed away from a fight instead of running straight into one. He held his hand and scomp up at Rex to try and keep him at bay, that calm expression wobbling into something halfway in the direction of a smile. “We can talk about this.” The rest of the batch was now looking between them with interest. They would intervene if it seemed like they needed to but for the moment they were content to let Rex and Echo sort this one out on their own. Perfect.

Rex continued his lazy stroll forward, relishing in the way that apprehension dissipated into anticipation. He smiled sweetly at his former trooper. “Absolutely we can. But not right now.” He was close enough to grab Echo’s wrist now, yanking him forward to get him to let out a yelp. He knew from experience how slippery Echo could be so he didn’t give him any chances to control the situation, knocking his feet out from under him and controlling his descent to the floor. He pinned Echo’s legs to the ground with his own body but he still had his arms to worry about. He grappled with those arms with accuracy he only picked up from doing this time and time again when Echo was 501st.

It was comical to watch the batch work out what they were supposed to be doing while this went on. It looked like Hunter and Tech had caught on, both of them settling, but the other two were still wondering if they should help their new squadmate or not. Crosshair at least looked minorly amused by Echo’s predicament. Wrecker, on the other hand, still appeared concerned. They didn’t quite realize what Rex was up to.

They had never seen this side of Rex so he gave them a pass for now.

He battled with Echo’s arms until he could get them pinned to the floor next to his head. It was a shock that Echo hadn’t broken into a grin already. He was notorious for reacting before he was even touched but he was keeping himself in check enough that the smile was still fighting to work itself free. He was going to have to fix that.

He was going to have a lot of fun fixing that.

Now that his arms were pinned he was wriggling to find an out. “Rex! Please!” Rex considered taking some pity on him but he couldn’t resist the playful tug in his chest while he grinned down at Echo. The longer they sat there staring at each other the harder it was for Echo to control his expression. There was even some pink already spreading over his cheekbones and the tip of his nose. Anticipation always drove Echo up a wall. It seemed to set up shop right in his nerves and camp out to make him buzz.

Rex leaned closer, watching the preemptive smile grow the closer he got. “I told you. You need a visit.”

He didn’t let Echo protest before he let go of Echo and dove his fingers directly under his arms, getting trapped when Echo slammed his arms down to protect himself. The way Echo jolted would’ve been cause for alarm if it wasn’t for the immediate bark of laughter that tumbled out of him as Rex gently dug his fingers into the area. The sound brought something bright and light to his chest that he hadn’t felt in a really long time. Hearing Echo laugh was all it took to make years of war fall off of his shoulders, especially when he laughed like this.

“How could you hide this from your new squad, Echo?” Rex tsked playfully. “Not very team player of you, now is it?” He tried to be tentative about his touch, exploring spots that he knew about from experience while trying to be cognizant of if Echo had new boundaries now. So far there weren’t any cues that told him he wasn’t welcome, or that this wasn’t okay. He knew Echo like the back of his hand and his eyes diligently watched for any worry or discomfort, listening for pleas for it to end, ready to pull away the second he needed to, but none of that came. Echo just melted into the floor and laughed, twitching against the gentle attack.

Echo shook, flailing underneath Rex to try to get some sort of control over the touch. “They-” He broke off into a round of chuckles when Rex got enough leverage to scribble at the sensitive spot. “They didn’t need to know!”

Rex took a moment to look at the rest of the 99, absolutely tickled at what he saw. It didn’t take a genius to realize that the batch hadn’t done this with Echo yet as each of them turned towards the noise with interest, now in varying stages of amusement and fascination over what was going on on the floor of their ship. They hadn’t heard Echo laugh like this yet, that much he was sure of. They maybe weren’t even sure he was ticklish, not yet venturing into playful touch since they were all still getting to know one another. Maybe they’d even attempted but Echo kept the reaction underwraps. Rex wasn’t going to let that slide any longer. If he was going to entrust the 99s with one of his own then they were going to have to learn what made Echo tick.

“Now, now Echo.” Rex let his voice dip into ‘evil brother’ territory. “They have a right to know. I think it’s only fair if I show them all the ways they can chase the bad moods away.” He wormed his hands free from under Echo’s arms and started to pinch down his sides, his smile growing at how Echo wiggled away, head shaking from side to side, smile stretched so wide he was practically beaming. Sides were still a good spot, easy to latch onto and reach, perfect to squeeze - which he did.

“Wait!” Echo’s eyes got wide for a second, hand scrabbling to grab at Rex’s. He did exactly as he was told, waited, watched how Echo had to try to catch his breath. The waiting just made Echo more squirmy, twitching fingers at his sides waiting to dive back in the moment he got his breathing more under control. Rex slowly curled his fingers to watch how he reacted. He squirmed but stayed put otherwise, a broken giggle escaping. Rex narrowed his eyes, putting more pressure into the touch to test the waters. He was verging on more sensitive areas and Echo was catching on now.

“What’s the matter?” Rex asked, dipping his voice so it was clear he was teasing. His thumbs found the bones at Echo’s hips and prodded over the area. Echo writhed while he wrapped his arms around his body, which only made it look like he was trying not to fight back too much.

“You knohohow wh-ah!” Echo twisted when Rex snuck his fingers under the hem of his shirt to tease at the softness of his stomach. Still a sweet spot. The melodic laughter softened into giggles as Rex traced along his abdomen, swirling over the muscles and feeling them jump underneath his fingers. He still wasn’t trying to push Rex away, stuck in the spot he was in and not ready to escape. Echo feet scrambled behind him, metal against the tough steal of the ship while his body tried to decide what to do next. It was like he was fighting his own reactions, caught between wanting to sink into the floor and wanting to run.

Turns out his decision was to melt. He threw one arm over his eyes to cover his face, while the other still wrapped tightly around himself, tossing and turning as Rex raced his fingertips over the hills of his stomach and the ridges of his ribs. He rubbed his knuckles into the spaces between, causing those tittering laughs to turn into a bright bark of a noise, bouncing off of the walls of the ship and filling it with the sound.

“What’s so funny?” Rex asked, pure instinct the only thing that drove his movements. He’d spent a long time learning how to tickle his brothers, reduce them to little puddles of giggles with just a few well aimed touches and some teasing, and he was putting that training to good use.

“Cahahan’t be you!” Echo shook his head back and forth, succumbing to the sensation with a hiccuping chuckle. He turned onto his side when Rex aimed for his stomach again, this time letting his fingers dance and circle around his navel. The blush that had started to form was already spreading, framing his face the more he fell victim to Rex’s ‘torture’. Echo looked tempted to push Rex away but he wasn’t ready to give up yet, despite how flustered he looked. “You’re nohohot funny!” Oh, you’re gonna get it now.

Rex huffed at the insult. “If I’m not funny then why’re you laughing so much?” He switched to using his nails to scratch at Echo’s lower belly, finally getting the reaction he was looking for. Echo flopped onto his back again and threw his head back with a yelp before melting into the floor again and letting panicked, giggly, babbling fall out of his mouth.

“Please! Rex! Please please please!” What Echo was pleading for exactly was always a mystery. Most of the time Echo didn’t know either - it was just something to say, something to do to stay a part of the game they were playing. Rex’s playful touch turned more devious as he moved to scritch his nails over Echo’s hips, the younger man arching before flopping down again. “WAIHAHAT!” He was definitely reaching his need for an out, feet kicking behind them.

Rex couldn’t help how amused he must look, eyes lit up and beaming as he sunk back into the familiarity of it all. He halted his attack on Echo’s midsection and dove forward to shove his face into the crook of Echo’s neck, a surprised jolt accompanying the absolute shriek he let out when Rex got to work.

It was a tried and true trick that he’d picked up from Fives who used to evilly rub his stubble against Echo’s neck to get him to scream. Rex didn’t have quite as much facial hair as Fives did and, hell, his stubble wasn’t very grown out, but he could huff into the sensitive skin under Echo’s ear. Rex could never tell if it was just the position that made Echo so squirmy or if he was actually succeeding in tickling Echo into a pile of mush, but the way Echo squeaked and pushed at him was enough for Rex. With one last slow puff of air and the deliberate rub of his cheek on Echo’s neck he relented, pulling away and dropping next to Echo on the floor.

He looked thoroughly tickled pink, his body going slack against the floor while he sucked in air. It took him a minute but he rolled up and away from Rex, pulling his knees to his chest while letting out residual giggles. That smile was now plastered onto his face and, really, that’s all Rex had wanted.

“There’s that smile.” Rex couldn’t resist planting a playful boop on Echo’s nose to get it to scrunch up. Rex reached out to pat Echo on the back, rubbing comfortingly to help him calm down. “Got you to laugh.”

Echo grumbled - embarrassed. “It’s not fair. A visit from the tickle monster always makes me laugh.” He looked like he was trying to glare at Rex but it never actually reached his eyes, too much amusement on his face to draw such a grumpy expression into the open. Rex couldn’t help but feel endeared.

“You needed a visit.” Rex squeezed his shoulder, fondness spreading through his chest.

Crosshair dropped down from his place on his bunk to stand nearby, folding his arms over his chest. “I didn’t know Echo was ticklish.” There was a lot of mischief tied up in that sentence, eyes glinting dangerously as he studied Echo’s reaction to it being pointed out - which was to shrink a bit more into his folded arms. A well placed poke in Echo’s side got him to reemerge, now more successful in his attempt to glare at Rex who simply grinned wider.

“Very.” Rex addressed Crosshair that time, letting his own expression mirror the rascally one Crosshair held. “Ya know. I wouldn’t be surprised if there were more tickle monsters lurking around here.” The way Crosshair’s eyes lit up meant danger and Rex was more than happy to poke that rancor.

Echo’s head perked up, looking between the two. “You can’t be serious.” He tightened himself into a smaller ball but it was no use. Crosshair was already crouching to get down on his level, evil grin displaying exactly what monster he was planning on becoming.

“I’ve heard of several just circling, waiting for their chance.” Rex pulled his hand away to let Echo start scooting backwards, Crosshair deciding to crawl forward after him.

Echo’s back hit the wall, a poorly suppressed wobbly smile making its way onto his face. He always did crack right before someone struck. “I haven’t heard of any others around here.” He knew he wasn’t getting away so he wrapped his arms around himself again, hiding most of his face in his knees to at least keep Crosshair’s expression out of his sight.

“Well then you haven’t been paying enough attention to your surroundings.” Crosshair teased, sidling up to him and hovering without actually touching yet. The anticipation of it all was making Echo squirm again, all of his nerves on display and he was doing practically nothing to keep it hidden.

“Echo!” Hunter scolded, drawing all of their attention as he took up Echo’s other side. Rex could sense the expression he aimed at Echo from a mile away by the way he shrunk away from his sergeant. “Didn’t you know that not paying attention could get you into trouble? I thought you were better than that.” They were practically circling him like sharks, waiting for the right moment to strike.

“Please.” Poor Echo. Already giggling and shaking his head as they descended onto him with playful antics that could rival Rex’s own. A fond smile made its way onto his face, knowing those phantom sensations were driving Echo up a wall - they always had.

“Well, since you asked nicely.” Crosshair teased right before he reached out for Echo’s neck, fluttering his fingers there to get him to scrunch up. His other hand prodded around Echo’s side so the dual sensation could force him to uncurl from his protective little ball, dissolving into frantic giggles already. Echo flailed a little when quick fingers found their way to scribble gently at Echo’s midsection, tickling over the spot that he’d observed could get a bigger reaction. Without thinking too much about it Echo melted into Hunter for some kind of protection but all it did was get Hunter to wrap his arms around Echo, a fond, content smile resting on his face, holding him in place for Crosshair to test out any tickle spots he wanted. Hunter let himself trace over Echo’s neck to join the fun, Echo yelping at the multiple hands trying to pull a reaction out of him.

Rex sat back and watched them. Echo was in good hands, he decided. If they were willing to play like this then he didn’t have to worry about if Echo would fit in, if he’d heal well. He had the 99 around him, ready to pull him out of his bad moods and harsh mindsets. He was going to leave him to the mercy of four brand new monsters and maybe that’s exactly what Echo needed.

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Quick Miguel tickle fic i wrote (750 ish words)

Miguel huffed as he scrolled on his screen. His thumb in an endless loop of swiping up.

He sunk his head deeper into the soft pillow beneath him, scrunching his nose in frustration and disappointment.

There was nothing.

Nothing to satisfy that tingly itch he had been feeling all week. Miguel knew his… interest was a bit unorthodox, but surely there had to be something, anything to feed into his craving.

His back started to tingle. Buzzing, deep little micro vibrations traveling up and down his spine. He closed his eyes for a moment, relishing in the closest thing available to the sensation he had been so desperately craving. His back arched, and his chest pushed deeper into the mattress. It felt very pleasant, these phantom tingles. Yet Miguel couldn’t bring himself not to squirm, or at least readjust.

God he needed someone to…

No.

He didn’t.

As quickly as the thought came, Miguel dissipated it with a slight shake of his head. No way he would fantasize about that, no point in musing over something that would never happen. He had given up on wishful thinking long ago.

Miguel didn’t need anything, no one needed to come over and check his screens and look at all the things he was reading and looking at and he didn’t need them to snark about how he should have just asked and-

Miguel took a deep breath. His eyes settled back onto his screen, and his thumb began to swipe once more, stopping every few seconds to let his eyes scan some text, before swiping again. Miguel bit back a pout. It’s not that he didn’t like what he was seeing, many of the walls of text he was frantically skimming actually provided him with much desired ghostly tingles. However it simply just wasn’t enough for him. Miguel needed to feel it. To feel a pair of confident hands holding his sides and squeezing. To feel fingers crawling up his ribs and pinching at the bones.

Miguel flipped over onto his back, his head bouncing against his cushion. He promised himself he wouldn’t fantasize today. Another promise to himself broken.

But his thoughts persisted, nails dragging down his abdomen, hands squeezing his hips, even whispers seemed to entice the ever-growing hunger he had. He slung a limp arm over his face, taking a few much needed deep breaths.

Miguel flexed the fingers of his no longer occupied hand, his screen flung halfheartedly across the bed. He could do this. The shame would follow him for days but no one would know, Besides himself. He flexed his fingers once more, he lifted his arm with some mental struggle. His apprehension made Miguel’s arm feel like thick lead.

No one would know.

The mantra repeated in his head on a loop as Miguel simply rested his arm on his stomach.

His hand balled into a fist upon contact, embarrassment and shame coursing through him.

It’s fine, no one would know.

Before he could really register what his hand was doing, Miguel felt the gentle tracings of his fingers. They wandered up and down the side of his stomach. Miguel bit his lip, it felt nice, those same electric tingles from earlier now became just a bit more tangible.

Miguel took a deep breath, before lifting his shirt just barely above his belly button. The traces continued, gentle and slightly nervous.

His fingers dragged up and down, and even slid a bit further down his torso to trace at the small chub Miguel possessed around his pants line. Miguel had to bite his lip to avoid a choked out chuckle. This was already mortifying enough. But to actually laugh? No chance.

Miguel lifted his hand, granting himself a break from the phantom-like sensations, before unsheathing a single claw. Almost on instinct he began to trace small circles around his belly button, the claw adding a whole new level to the sensation.

While he deemed laughing to be a solution forbidden, Miguel allowed himself to smile, and his fangs gleamed in the soft light of his bedroom.

That was until his body jolted up, upon hearing a creak in the floorboards, Miguel swung his torso to sit up straight, eyes wide and fingers now adorned with claws.

“Were you tickling yourself?”

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Quick Miguel tickle fic i wrote (750 ish words)

Miguel huffed as he scrolled on his screen. His thumb in an endless loop of swiping up.

He sunk his head deeper into the soft pillow beneath him, scrunching his nose in frustration and disappointment.

There was nothing.

Nothing to satisfy that tingly itch he had been feeling all week. Miguel knew his… interest was a bit unorthodox, but surely there had to be something, anything to feed into his craving.

His back started to tingle. Buzzing, deep little micro vibrations traveling up and down his spine. He closed his eyes for a moment, relishing in the closest thing available to the sensation he had been so desperately craving. His back arched, and his chest pushed deeper into the mattress. It felt very pleasant, these phantom tingles. Yet Miguel couldn’t bring himself not to squirm, or at least readjust.

God he needed someone to…

No.

He didn’t.

As quickly as the thought came, Miguel dissipated it with a slight shake of his head. No way he would fantasize about that, no point in musing over something that would never happen. He had given up on wishful thinking long ago.

Miguel didn’t need anything, no one needed to come over and check his screens and look at all the things he was reading and looking at and he didn’t need them to snark about how he should have just asked and-

Miguel took a deep breath. His eyes settled back onto his screen, and his thumb began to swipe once more, stopping every few seconds to let his eyes scan some text, before swiping again. Miguel bit back a pout. It’s not that he didn’t like what he was seeing, many of the walls of text he was frantically skimming actually provided him with much desired ghostly tingles. However it simply just wasn’t enough for him. Miguel needed to feel it. To feel a pair of confident hands holding his sides and squeezing. To feel fingers crawling up his ribs and pinching at the bones.

Miguel flipped over onto his back, his head bouncing against his cushion. He promised himself he wouldn’t fantasize today. Another promise to himself broken.

But his thoughts persisted, nails dragging down his abdomen, hands squeezing his hips, even whispers seemed to entice the ever-growing hunger he had. He slung a limp arm over his face, taking a few much needed deep breaths.

Miguel flexed the fingers of his no longer occupied hand, his screen flung halfheartedly across the bed. He could do this. The shame would follow him for days but no one would know, Besides himself. He flexed his fingers once more, he lifted his arm with some mental struggle. His apprehension made Miguel’s arm feel like thick lead.

No one would know.

The mantra repeated in his head on a loop as Miguel simply rested his arm on his stomach.

His hand balled into a fist upon contact, embarrassment and shame coursing through him.

It’s fine, no one would know.

Before he could really register what his hand was doing, Miguel felt the gentle tracings of his fingers. They wandered up and down the side of his stomach. Miguel bit his lip, it felt nice, those same electric tingles from earlier now became just a bit more tangible.

Miguel took a deep breath, before lifting his shirt just barely above his belly button. The traces continued, gentle and slightly nervous.

His fingers dragged up and down, and even slid a bit further down his torso to trace at the small chub Miguel possessed around his pants line. Miguel had to bite his lip to avoid a choked out chuckle. This was already mortifying enough. But to actually laugh? No chance.

Miguel lifted his hand, granting himself a break from the phantom-like sensations, before unsheathing a single claw. Almost on instinct he began to trace small circles around his belly button, the claw adding a whole new level to the sensation.

While he deemed laughing to be a solution forbidden, Miguel allowed himself to smile, and his fangs gleamed in the soft light of his bedroom.

That was until his body jolted up, upon hearing a creak in the floorboards, Miguel swung his torso to sit up straight, eyes wide and fingers now adorned with claws.

“Were you tickling yourself?”

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I don’t mind like ‘bratty lees’ but lowkey yall gotta chill sometimes like damn some of the things yall say r straight up mean 😭

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slaps you with lee John and leaves

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cant wait for the day where tk community members accept the concept of employment

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Hi there! I used to really love reading about all of your bad batch posts on your old blog! Are you by any chance still into it what with the latest season that’s been out?

OMG HI!!! yes actually i still really love tbb! The new season is amazing :3

I would love to write some head canons or blurbs about it if you wanna send an ask or request my way!

I know my blog is mainly atsv rn but tbb still holds a special place in my heart and i do have tk thoughts about them

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ur gonna SEE MY CAMPFIRE WILLAHHH 🤕🤕🤕🤕 oh oh hi there!

PLEASE PUT IT AWAYYYYYYYT WAHHHH WAHHH

hi girlfriend

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Im currently trying to do some research on how people in the tickle community are more likely to be sensory seeking individuals but i need proof/ opposition of that claim.

It would be awesome if some of us tickle folks could respond to my (VERY SHORT) survey and give their experiences! It’s mostly aimed toward neurodiverse people but any and all submissions are apreciated. Also this is for my personal use only. It will not be shared or submitted with anyone or anywhere

Thanks you guys!!

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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.

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Having tickle brainrot is sooo AGHHHHH AGHHHH AHHHHH!!!! Like its all i can think about today!!! Miguel ohara i want to tickle your thighs!!! Why cant i!!! RAGH!!! lol

I just wanna pinch and squeeze and drag my nails across his thighs i think it would be so fun, hes so ticklish to me i wanna make him squeal

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Does anyone else see tickling as a way to stim? Sometimes when im very excited and or want/need to stim i almost always start thinking about tickling my gf or getting tickled. Its only ever for happy stimming though. Im wondering if anyone else does/has this?

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wanted to add more hands on Lisa but I couldn’t find room 😿

(nsfw dni)

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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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plz more ler miguel,,,

as you wish

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The Hunter Becomes the Hunted- ASTV Tickle Fic

I ground this whole thing out in like one day, i was bored ok

Michelle is just my OC who's a more laid-back version of Miguel from another universe. They have a sibling relationship and love bothering each other. :)

Summary: Miguel's working himself to death again and Michelle and Peter team up to make him take a break, even if it does mean taking desperate measures.

“Take a breeaaaaak.”

“No.”

“What he said.”

“No.”

Peter and Michelle had been trying to get Miguel to stop working for what seemed like days. In fact, he’s probably been in his office for 3 days straight, and if the bags below his eyes told them anything, he was awake for all 3 of them.

“Hey, this stuff can wait, you got some sleep to catch up on. A lot of it.” Michelle says.

“Yeah, you’ve been working on that stupid project for days. And now you’re stalking the kids? They can handle themselves, you know.” Peter remarks.

“I am not stalking anyone. I’m making sure those brats don’t get hurt.” Miguel pauses. “And I don’t need a break.”

“Sure you don’t Migs. And you also don’t got a multiversal stick up your ass.”

Miguel just rolls his eyes. Those two could be a nightmare to deal with, but there was no way in hell either of them would pull him away from his monitors now, not when the kids needed him. Not that he was worried about them, or anything. He was just being a good boss.

“Fine,” Michelle snarks, clapping her hands together. “We didn’t want it to come to this, but you leave us no choice.” 

Peter nodded solemnly, turning to speak to Michelle. “I’ll stay here. You just do your thing.”

“What are you even-”

“Lyla, night mode.”

The room went dark, the hum of the lights cutting out along with his sight. Now, Miguel had better night vision than most, but pitch black was still difficult to navigate. He squinted through the darkness, only to get about 10 feet of visibility. The room was so silent he could practically hear the rise and fall of his chest, feeling like a prey animal lost in the night. Fitting, as there was a predator lurking in the shadows. Miguel whipped around when he felt something disturb the air behind him. There was nothing there. At least not anymore. What are those idiots planning, he thinks.

“I don’t know what you two are getting at, but I have work to do. Lyla, turn the lights back on.” No response. “...Lyla?” Well, that’s not good.

An eerie skittering noise graced his ears, prompting another turn of the head. Again, he saw nothing. It was oddly reminiscent of the way he first met Michelle; his arrival in her universe was met with instant suspicion and aggression, causing her to circle him like a shark. The way she cloaked herself in shadows made her a great asset for stealth missions, but he certainly didn’t like being the subject of her pursuit. Despite this, Miguel knew she’d never hurt him, so he could only imagine how her enemies felt. How ironic. The hunter becomes the hunted. Sighing in exasperation, he slowly makes his way forward, hoping to find his monitor in the dark.

“You’re wasting your and my time. Now if you’ll stop fooling around, I-”

Thwip. The familiar noise of a web shooter going off made him flinch. He was stopped in his tracks by a web tacked on his foot to the floor. Before he could begrudgingly tug at his leg, Miguel was tackled to the ground by a conviving spiderwoman, tearing the web in the process. Aided by the element of surprise, Michelle wrestles him onto his back, restraining both his arms by hooking her own under his shoulders. Now of no use to him, the lights flicker back on.

“Gotcha,” Michelle grins.

“You sure did. Now let me up.”

Their conversation is interrupted by a low whistle, Peter coming back into view. He wears an amused smile with a hint of mischief that makes Miguel’s stomach drop. The man takes a seat on his thighs, fully pinning him to the ground. Whatever it is that they’ve got in stock for him, it isn’t good.

“Well, Migs. You’ve forced our hands,” Peter shakes his head. “This isn’t healthy and you know it, so you, Mister, are going to take a break, whether you like it or not.”

“Yeah, sure,” He deadpans. “And how exactly do you plan on convincing me?”

“Oh Migs. That’s the best part. Remember this little weakness of yours?” Peter pokes him in the stomach, eliciting a yelp. Oh. Oh. Oh no. Now that got him squirming.

“And who knows your best spots better than, well, you? But, of course, you’d never tell us where you’re ticklish. That’s what she’s here for.” Peter gestures to Michelle, who waves back smugly.

“One of the perks of being the same person.” She wiggles her fingers in front of his face. A shudder goes down his spine. “Let’s get started, shall we? Peter, get his sides.”

Miguel chokes back a giggle when his fingers skitter across his waist. Laughter bubbles up in his throat, but is held back by him biting his lip. Despite his efforts, a couple noises still escape.

“Ngh! S-stop that- Peheter!”

“Wow, you weren’t kidding. The big man is ticklish.”

“Yup, and this isn’t even that bad of a spot. Try his ribs next.”

“Dohon’t talk about me like I-I’m not heRE! Hehehey!”

That sure got his attention. The wiggling fingers attack between his sensitive ribs, making him chuckle. Miguel feels his face heat up, hiding it in the crook of his shoulder. His captors catch a glimpse of his fangs before they're gone once more. Michelle sniggers. 

“Trying to hide your fangs again? C’mon, let us see!” She adjusts her hold so that a single arm restrains both of his, using her free hand to tickle the side of his neck.

Miguel lets out a high pitched yelp that tugs at their heartstrings. He snaps his head against her hand, which does little to lessen the sensation. Just like she planned, Miguel’s fangs are on full display, peeking out of his wide smile. Peter coos at the adorable sight.

“Stahahap thahat!” He tries nipping at her fingers in desperation.

“Hey, no biting. Peter, get his stomach.”

“Aye, aye, maam.”

His hand forms a claw and vibrates into his belly, causing Miguel to screech and lurch forward, nearly headbutting Peter. 

��SHIT! PeheheHETER! STAHAHA-” He cuts himself off with a wheeze.

“Bad spot, huh?”

“Yep. Wanna see an even worse one?”

“Boy, do I!”

“MichehehELLE I SWEHEHEAR!”

“One word: thighs.”

“On it.”

He scoots back to settle on his knees before digging his fingers into Miguel's thighs with one hand, and skittering gently along them with the other. 

"MIERDAHAHAHA! PUHUHUTA MAHADRE!" He was slowly slipping into spanish.

"Language, Migs. What if the kids hear you?" Peter teases, grinning maniacally.

"Aww, pobrecito." Michelle coos. His thrashing was near frantic, nearly bucking the two off.

However, determined to help their friend take some time off work, Michelle and Peter hold strong, much to his annoyance. The contrasting sensations of rough squeezing and light scribbling were absolutely driving him up the wall, but he would not give in. Sure, it was a silly hill to die on, but it was the principle of the matter, dammit! 

"Ready to give in yet?"

"PIHIHISS OFF!"

Michelle and Peter shared a look before they drew back, still keeping their victim pinned. Miguel took the opportunity to gasp for air, a goofy smile stuck on his face.

"Stubborn, isn't he? You got anymore tricks up your sleeve, Mich?"

"Hmm. Just one. Watch."

"Wahaht are you-" Miguel watches in horror as her hand hovers above the crease between his thigh and hip. Shit.

"Wait, nonono. Not there-"

"Well, are you gonna go take a nap?"

"..."

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Hold tight, Peter. He's about to lose his freaking mind."

"Wait, Michelle, don't-"

Her fingers touched down and Miguel screamed. Her claws dragging against his skin felt unbearable, but his twisting and turning did nothing to deter her. 

"GAH! DOHOHOHO'NT! STAHAHAHA-" 

He could barely form words anymore. 

"Woah, you weren't kidding."

"Yeah, this spot's killer. You ready to take a break now, Migs? We can do this aaaaall day."

While normally he would've bared his fangs at them, the fight had been drained out of him. Miguel just whined through his cackling. His captors grinned at his wild reactions. It took a couple moments of uselessly babbling before he could even find his words.

"OKAHAHAYOKAYOKAY! NOHOW STAHAHAP!"

Michelle slows her scratching to let him speak.

"Alright. But you gotta say it."

"Mhmhmhm…nohoho…"

She swiped a claw over the spot.

"AH! Ohokayokay, fine! I'll take a break!"

Peter and Michelle loosen their grip on him and high five, finally satisfied. She keeps Miguel's head in her lap, ruffling his hair as he tries to wipe the grin off his reddened face. She takes her thumb to swipe away a couple unshed tears of mirth. He slings an arm over his eyes in embarrassment. 

"...Ihi hate you both."

"We love you too, Miguel," Peter says, patting him on the shoulder.

"So…who am I getting back first?" His smile suddenly turns vicious. 

Before Peter can get up to run, a web tacks him to the ground, halting his movement. When he looks up, Michelle is already gone. That little shit, he thinks, before he is tackled by Miguel and subsequently wrecked to the high heavens. 

2 hours later:

Michelle reenters the lab to find the two men nodding off on the couch. Peter looks relaxed as always, but Miguel appears to finally be at peace. The lines under his eyes aren't nearly as prevalent, and a single fang peeks out of his mouth cutely as he sleeps. Shaking her head fondly, Michelle turns away to let them get some well deserved rest. Or she would've, but a red web sticks her foot to the floor. Shit, she thinks. After the stunt she pulled earlier, Peter and Miguel show no mercy. After all, they know just where to tickle.

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