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tickly-tufts · 9 months

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Date Night

in which mj bullies miguel with thigh tickles cuz i have brainrot and wanted to treat myself

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Unsurprisingly, it was Peter’s fault.

“I am… so sorry.”

Muffled through a palm that barely hid a grin, the apology was entirely unconvincing.

“Yeah, I can tell you’re just wracked with guilt,” Miguel deadpanned, feeling dead inside. He would’ve rubbed his temple if he’d been able, but neither arm was stuck close enough to his head. His next move might’ve been to use his claws, if he’d had the range of motion for it. Unfortunately, there was little one could do when they were half-encased in webbing.

It was the end result of a series of mishaps, comical for Peter, miserable for Miguel. In short, there’d been a Spiderman experimenting with new web fluid, high-strength to the point that it’d jammed their web-shooter. Much to everyone’s surprise, they’d turned to Peter B. Parker for help. Flattered, he’d promised to take a look at the web-shooter… then promptly misplaced it in Miguel’s lair.

And then, because the only thing worse than Parker luck was O’Hara luck, Miguel had been the one to find it.

On the floor.

By stepping on it.

“Wow, you’re super stuck on there, huh?” Peter tugged at the webbing on Miguel’s chest. It wrapped across his entire torso, too thick to simply pull apart. In contrast, Miguel’s lower body had nearly been spared, bearing only a handful of web clumps. Unfortunately, that still proved enough to bind his legs, trapping him in an odd lean against the wall.

“I can whip up a solvent in the lab, but it’ll take time,” Peter warned, getting serious. Then he exhaled ruefully. “Of course this happened on date night… MJ’s gonna be bummed.”

Honestly, Miguel was disappointed, too. He’d been looking forward to his evening with the Parkers. However, before he could consider admitting it, Peter suddenly brightened and lifted his watch.

“I just had the best idea.”

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MJ had visited Nueva York before, but the portals were still a novelty to her. Stepping from her sunny living room into Miguel’s shaded sanctum resulted in some stumbling as her eyes adjusted.

“¡Cuidado!” Miguel hissed out in alarm when she nearly ran into a shelf. Quickly course-correcting, MJ followed his voice, eventually locating the correct corner.

“Oh, Migs,” she sighed when she saw him, reaching out to cradle his face. Instinctively, Miguel leaned forward, though he couldn’t actually get any closer.

“How much did Peter tell you?” Miguel asked while her thumb brushed soothingly against his cheek.

“Enough to know our dinner plans won’t be happening, but I can still keep you company while Peter fixes this mess.” MJ then paused, realizing something. “Is Lyla not with you? I thought she lived here.”

Miguel shrugged, or at least tried to. “She’s assigned to monitoring the multiverse tonight.” He scowled a bit. “I got her to call Peter, but that’s as far as she needs to be involved in this.”

MJ’s lips quirked up in amusement. “Because she’ll make fun of you?”

“…She already did.”

Miguel pouted, and unable to resist, MJ kissed him, nice and slow. “You poor thing,” she murmured when they parted, pleased to see him looking slightly dazed. “Anything I can do to make you feel better?”

Miguel raised an eyebrow at her tone. “Not that I don’t appreciate the offer, but what can you do while I’m webbed up like this?”

MJ looked down, and Miguel followed her gaze, realizing then that she stood between his legs. There was some space separating their bodies, but it couldn't have been more than an inch. “Depends on how much you can feel through the suit,” she practically purred, giving his left thigh a squeeze. MJ had meant for it to be flirtatious... only to jump when Miguel jolted violently.

“Miguel?!” she cried out in concern, then registered that he'd also made a sound. Not one of pain, nor pleasure like she'd aimed for, but- “Wait a second, are you…? Here?”

Miguel froze as MJ reassessed him, eyes roaming curiously across his legs. Hyperaware of where her thoughts were leading, he barely suppressed the urge to shiver. He did shiver when she grabbed herself a seat, scooting in right between his knees. Placing a hand on top of each thigh, she smiled up at him... then started kneading.

“SHOCK!” Miguel screeched before he crumbled, cackling without any restraint. Both MJ and Peter had tickled him before, but no one had gone for the thighs since… well, Xina. It was even worse than he remembered, and he'd remembered it being pretty embarrassing. His ex had never let him live it down, and evidently, it was back to haunt him.

“How did we not know about this?” MJ marveled, alternating between legs. She massaged upwards from his knees, which might’ve been relaxing for anyone else. Miguel writhed within the cluster of webbing, eyes squeezed shut as tightly as possible. They shot back open when MJ moved inwards, pinching along his inner thighs.

“¡Mierda!” escaped him more like a whine than a curse, as he flung his head back, giggling uncontrollably. MJ only did this for a minute before withdrawing in astonishment.

“So that’s all it takes to get the fangs out, huh?” She could not have been more delighted. “Aww, no, don’t be shy!” she protested when Miguel rushed to hide them. Thinking fast, she switched to scratching, honing in on the thickest part of his thighs. Miguel promptly lost his mind, fangs flashing openly as he wailed with mirth.

Scratching eventually eased into grazing, granting Miguel a break, though not enough to stop smiling. He allowed his fangs to peek out from his mouth, if only to garner more mercy from MJ.

“Such a cute smile,” MJ cooed, smirking when Miguel turned his head away, flustered. She and Peter had realized quite early on that direct praise worked wonders on him. Speaking of which- “Peter’s really missing out… We’ll definitely have to fill him in later.”

Miguel tried not to think too hard about all the things Peter might do with that knowledge.

As soon as Miguel was reasonably recovered, MJ resumed her exploration with the backs of his thighs. Miguel’s legs trembled as MJ’s fingers climbed them, but that wasn’t the part that got him giggling again.

“Oh my god.” MJ couldn’t stop grinning when she finally noticed where her hand had wandered. “Seriously? Your ass is ticklish? Peter is gonna love this so much.” She was very tempted to linger there herself, but Miguel's position just wasn't ideal for it. Sitting back, she examined him again, contemplating her other options.

“Will I regret asking what you’re thinking?” Miguel questioned cautiously.

MJ looked pensive, then mischievous.

“There's just one more thing I have to try.”

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The solvent was done sooner than he’d expected. Future tech really never ceased to amaze. Peter swung his way back to Miguel’s lair in record time, fully prepared to announce himself, until-

“¡POR DIOS, ERES UNA SÁDICA!”

The exclamation made him rear back. It had obviously come from Miguel, but what the hell was making him sound like that?

Peter’s spider-sense wasn’t going off at all, but just to be safe, he crept forward in stealth mode. He nearly abandoned it to charge in when he heard what sounded like a sob. Experience kept him grounded, though. If something bad was happening, he needed the upper hand. Then he finally rounded the corner, and apprehension made way for awe.

He’d seen MJ tickle Miguel before, poking playfully at his sides, or even nibbling at his neck. Peter and MJ had both picked up on the fact he never genuinely tried to stop her. It was one of Peter’s favorite discoveries about Miguel, even if Miguel rarely made it that easy for him. With all that in mind, though, Peter still wasn’t ready to find MJ tickling Miguel to tears.

“Nonono- ¡No puedo más!” Miguel was babbling between hysterics. Meanwhile, Peter’s very lovely wife was digging into the crease of his thighs. The webs holding Miguel showed off their strength, hardly letting him thrash, much less escape. Miguel’s desperation only intensified as MJ’s fingers migrated inward.

Mary Jane could be a menace. Peter had known that for years. He was pretty sure that after this, Miguel would never forget it either. With MJ scribbling right between his thighs, he broke down within seconds.

“¡No más! Please! Stohohop, plehease!” Miguel begged breathlessly, hitting his limit.

And because MJ was mean but never cruel, she pulled back without any hesitation.

Peter waited another minute for Miguel to calm down, while MJ gently brushed tears from his eyes. He couldn’t make out whatever she was whispering, but he could guess from the way Miguel nuzzled her palm. “Hope I’m not ruining a tender moment,” Peter piped up then, revealing himself. All attention snapped to him, and in greeting, he pulled out the solvent.

“…How long were you watching?” Miguel asked once he'd been fully freed from the wall.

“Pretty sure I heard you call my wife a sadist,” Peter answered cheerfully.

Miguel flushed. MJ laughed. Peter was incredibly in love with them both.

He did wish he'd gotten a turn, though... Maybe they could pencil it in next date night.

#tickling #spideysjane #pbm&ms #spiderparents #miguel o'hara #mary jane watson #peter b parker #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #a tickly fic

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battlships · 11 months

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Peter B x Miguel x MJ should have a ship name called Peanut Butter M&Ms or PB M&MS

Anon I am holding your face so lovingly rn that's perfect

#pbmm #pbm&ms #Peter b Parker #mj watson #miguel o'hara #spiderdads #spideysjane #spiderparents

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jugheadthelesbian · 10 months

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y’all have got to be kidding me if u think that peter and mj would divorce again and that’s how peter would get with miguel.

peter and mj’s souls r literally tied together. in every universe where there’s a peter parker, there’s a mj. they r the definition of soulmates.

if anything, they would both hop on the chance to be with miguel.

#mj and peter #mary jane watson #peter b parker #spiderdads #pbm&ms #pbmigj

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slushieplanet · 3 months

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Is this anything

Do you understand my vision

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cutepastelstarsalior · 9 months

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Spiderverse ship headcanon

Aka I got shipper fluff on the brain

I, a silly multi shipper think Miguel x Peter x MJ x Lyla is very cute

They have m any dynamics!!! Like with Miguel and Lyla, they have this teasing bond

Or with Miguel and Peter is a slow coworker x friend x lover type of deal!!

I like to think that MJ and Lyla would get along, MJ think that Lyla is a cool and awesome AI/person while Lyla amare how kind and patient MJ is

It’s a bit hard to show Lyla affection since she’s an AI but her partners give her compliments and air kisses

There is a lot of unintentional flirting??!!?

It’s MJ and Lyla’s fault.

They can’t help it! They love to flirt with their boyfriends

They like to see Peter being flustered while Miguel try’s to be stoic only to break into a smile

The group is very physical, be it any kind.

Also mayday has like 4 parents now. It’s great and may loves her family

Lyla, Peter, and Miguel would absolutely buy anything for mayday if she ask. They love their kid.

Mayday would also grow up in a bilingual household

Mj likes to dance and she’s grab any of her partners to dance with her

Cue random 3am dancing since half of this group has shitty sleep schedule

They have lots of nicknames for each other.

Another ship I think is cute is Gwen x Miles x Pavtir x Gayatri

I image that ship is like to the max fluffy and teeth rotting cute.

Pav makes flower crown? Aw gotta make some for my datemates!!

Gayatri doing her modeling? You know miles, Gwen and Pav would be in the front being awestruck

Separately each couple would be physically hold or have lingered touch and cute little nicknames

But all 4?? There going to be a hour long cuddle session (unless someone is have a bad day or is overwhelmed by to much touch)

So. Many. Nicknames. (Baby? Yeah? No I was talking to Gwen, oh! Sorry honey.)

I can see Miles and Gayatri being decent cooks while Pavtir and Gwen being good bakers

They all like to give each other treat to taste test.

They all have match brackets or necklaces

And sweaters and hoodies

Which leads to many “boy-stealing hoodie” moments. Non of them mind, unless said article of clothing was needed at that moment

I can see them playing or braiding each others hair???? Like putting beads in Miles’s hair or braiding Gayatri’s

Miles is the type of make a bunch of drawing as gifts of his partners while Gwen like to make playlists as gifts

Pavtir like to take photos and make a big photo album

Other ships

Hobie x Noir aka powerful nerds

Peni x Margo aka nerdy cyber girlfriends

Hobie and noir would definitely dance and sing to the radio and vinyls

Hobie gives Noir a jacket with a few patches

Peni and Margo would be the type of gf who just like to be in each other company

Penni working on a project? Margo is sitting bye while reading

Margo talking about fashion? Peni is laying down on her bed and listening

Peni and Margo would also cuddle and binge watch/rant about anime.

They try to find the worst anime and the best from each other’s universe

Hobie and Noir would also like to be in each other company too

Noir is reading? Hobie has his legs in Noir’s lap

Hobie is playing his guitar? Noir is leaning his back against hobie’s.

Hobie and noir are more action then words couple

Peni and Margo are more of a words over action.

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greyghoulclub · 8 months

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Some PBM&Ms hcs since I have fallen head over heels for this ship

Peter fell first but Miguel fell harder, MJ took a bit longer but fell for Miguel too.

Sometimes both Peter and MJ use Miguel as a pillow, Miguel doesn’t mind.

MJ has “girl days” with both Mayday and Gabriella.

MJ loves horror movies, both Peter and Miguel hate them.

Miguel reads the girls bedtime stories, it’s his thing so they get to spend time with him if he’s been away most of the day.

Both MJ and Miguel like spicy food, Peter doesn’t but he will finish any plate of food put in front of him.

Peter is loud with his love and doesn’t care if it’s cheesy, MJ is more unspoken and subtle with hers.

Miguel sometimes gets overwhelmed with all this affection towards him but he loves them both too.

Their love languages are, Miguel: acts of service, MJ: words of affirmation, Peter: affectionate touch.

Love languages they like to receive, Miguel: words of affirmation, MJ: affectionate touch, Peter: words of affirmation.

#pbm&ms #spiderparents #spiderdads #miguel o'hara x mj x peter b. parker #atsv #atsv miguel #atsv mj #atsv peter b parker

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spiderparentsfam · 8 months

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Thanks to discord friends and the internet we have the height difference between MJ and Peter and the height difference between Peter and Miguel

Which means the height difference between Miguel and MJ is…MJ at eye level of Miguel’s collarbone, I think.

#spiderparents #pbm&ms #miguel o'hara #peter b parker #mary jane watson #mary jane parker

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tiptapricot · 10 months

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Ok spiderdads settled pretty quickly ship name wise but I’ve seen a lot of different ones used for Peter/MJ/Miguel and we gotta un-striate if we want any tagging search hope here sO here are the ones I’ve seen/used, if there’s ones I’ve missed add them in the tags and I’ll make a new poll if there’s enough of that.

Small explanations I’ve seen around are given below for context/meaning, so PLEASE READ THEM FIRST before voting. Let’s get this name o7

Pbmigj: plays off the preexisting Peter B and MJ ship name PBMJ and adds Miguel in to put him in a Parker sandwich. Generally unique and shouldn’t get confused with other tags.

Polyspider: poly relationship of spider people and at least to me has a futuristic vibe to it also.

Spideysjane: p straightforward, two spiders and MJ, and pretty clear references to who’s involved in a fandom context. Also generally unique

PBM&Ms: a similar play off the “Peter B shortened to a peanut butter acronym pun” as PBMJ, and with the two Ms involved makes a fun peanut butter m&ms ref. Love this one but am worried it could mix things up with stuff actually about peanut butter m&ms? Otherwise v v fun.

#Peter B. Parker x Miguel O’Hara x Mary Jane Watson #pbmigj #polyspider #spideysjane #pb m&ms #pbm&ms #spiderdads #will tag them as a sub ship #miguel o’hara #peter b parker #mary jane watson #atsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #the fruit is talking again #polls

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dannidorina · 10 months

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In my mind, it is canon.

#spiderparents #pbm&ms #spiderdads #pbmj #across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderverse #peter b parker #peter parker #mary jane watson #miguel o'hara

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victor-the-vampire · 10 months

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A little sketch I did I might render it idk wjshshshsj I kinda like it! Anywho enjoy my beloveds

#pbm&ms #pbmigj #spideysjane #atsv #atsv miguel #atsv peter b parker #atsv mj #mj #mary jane watson #peter b parker #miguel ohara #sketch #fanart #atsv fanart #i love them sm pls #polyamorous #theyre poly cause im poly and i said so

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blackfawn · 2 months

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Miggy gets a makeover :)

#art #digitaldrawing #artists on tumblr #digitalart #miguel fanart #miguel ohara #atsv miguel #miguel 2099 #miguel ohara fanart #miguel o'hara #peter x mj x miguel #miguel x mj #mary jane watson #spiderparents #pbm&ms #atsv art #atsv fanart #spiderman atsv #atsv

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tickly-tufts · 7 months

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Variance (N$FW)

so this is uh… this……… yeah this fic is 🌽

straight up this is just kinky tickle 🌽

never thought i’d do this, but it’s officially happened, so thank you @tickles-tea for sponsoring, and uh…… 18+ readers enjoy??

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CONTAINS: (web) bondage, nudity, oral sex, edging, and genital tickling*

*dick and vag variants, labelled Earth-616B-D and Earth-616B-V respectively. both sections start similar, then diverge until the climax. (look for the ~~~ dividers)

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Miguel flinched at the first brush of fingers against the inside of his left thigh. His muscles strained as the touch continued, yet despite his strength, he couldn’t move.

“Looks like all that webbing did the trick!” Peter tousled Miguel’s hair from behind the chair.

“Well, we still have to put it to the test, don’t we?” MJ squeezed both of Miguel’s thighs.

“Ahh-!” The reaction was immediate, with Miguel’s face splitting into a helpless grin. His legs, meanwhile, trembled against their bonds, unable to hide from MJ’s hands. Her nails were long, tracing shapes against his skin, with the occasional skitter thrown in to surprise him. MJ didn’t dig in, even though she could have.

She knew there was no need to rush.

The arrangement they’d chosen for the evening was this: Miguel stripped bare and thoroughly webbed to a chair. His arms had been raised, then attached to the back, while his legs were spread wide, knees and ankles secured. The chair itself was reinforced as well, able to withstand his spider-powers. Miguel was effectively at the Parkers’ mercy.

The thought sent a thrill through all three of them.

While MJ continued to graze Miguel’s legs, Peter made use of his position from behind. “Don’t headbutt me,” he warned, only half-joking, chin pressed to Miguel’s hair as he reached down.

Miguel’s wobbly smile grew as Peter’s fingers traced their way down his triceps. He tensed when they inevitably reached his hollows, tapping playfully for a few seconds. Peter wanted him to relax first. Difficult, but not impossible. Miguel forced the tension out of his arms, and only then did Peter strike.

“Nohoho!” Miguel laughed as Peter scritched and scratched at his underarms. “AHACK!” He jumped when MJ mirrored the motion, the ticklishness even worse on his thighs. Taking in his open mirth, they continued like this for a handful of minutes. Miguel’s laughter was always a treat. How could they possibly resist indulging?

Eventually, though, they had to escalate. MJ beckoned Peter to join her on the floor. They each reclined on one of Miguel’s legs, exchanging silent looks before diving in.

“Shock!” Miguel cried out in alarm, a wave of cackles overtaking him. MJ nibbled her way along his left thigh, while Peter nuzzled his stubble against his right.

“Ooh, his fangs finally popped out!” Peter noted with delight. He pressed a quick kiss to Miguel’s skin, then blew a raspberry to make him screech.

“Peter, you know he can’t handle raspberries,“ MJ chided, feigning disapproval. Then she leaned over to nip a spot that tickled enough to make Miguel kick... only to be stopped by webs.

“Whaaat? No way, Miguel’s a tough guy," Peter countered with exaggerated confidence. "I’m sure he won’t mind if I just- PBBBBT!” The second raspberry tickled even more than the first. Not only had Peter aimed it higher up his leg, targeting the bulk of his inner thigh, but it had landed dangerously close to his crotch... which he couldn't hide.

“Ooh, someone’s getting excited~” MJ was the first to notice. Peter perked up and followed her gaze, catching on to Miguel’s predicament.

~~~~~~~~ Earth-616B-D ~~~~~~~~

He was hard… and slightly embarrassed that MJ had drawn attention to it. His face had taken on a reddish hue. Peter and MJ were charmed by the sight.

“Actually,” MJ tilted her head. “Are you ticklish down here? We both know Peter-“

“Hey! Nope!” Peter cut in. “Tonight’s about Migs,” he asserted.

Pale as he was, Peter’s faint blush was almost more prominent than Miguel’s. MJ didn’t bother to hide her amusement, though she didn’t linger either, because he was right. It wasn’t their first time toying with Miguel, but somehow, they’d never tried tickling right there. MJ was more than a little curious.

Miguel was more than a little anxious.

“Fingers might be a bit too rough… Oh, I know exactly what we can use!” MJ reached for the box they’d set off to the side, rummaging inside until she pulled out…

A pair of feathers, pale blue in color, both incredibly soft in appearance. She handed one to Peter, who tested it on his palm, then promptly shook his hand to dispel the tingles.

“Oh yeah, these’ll work.” He smirked at Miguel, whose eyes had widened at the reveal. “Any last words?”

Miguel had none, nor could he look at either of them.

The feathers began their dance around his base, tickling against his pelvis and the back of his sack. They twisted and twirled and sawed and swirled, making Miguel squeeze his eyes shut, giggly and flushed.

“You look so adorable right now,” Peter gushed at his expression. “Especially with the lil fangies-“

“Peheheter,” Miguel failed to growl.

Snickering but complying, Peter moved on, bringing his feather forward to tease the testicles. “Ooh, you like that?” he taunted lightly when a proper laugh burst out of Miguel.

More laughter followed as MJ joined him, each feather soon focusing on its own ball. They brushed both spheres thoroughly, almost like they were dusting, leaving no inch untouched by the pair of plumes. As if that weren’t torturous enough, Miguel’s voice jumped an octave at their next discovery. The crease where his scrotum met his shaft turned out to be an extra ticklish spot.

“Hold him for me?” Peter requested, and MJ lifted his cock to provide better access. Peter’s feather instantly returned to the spot, the tickly tip now unhindered in its exploration.

“¡Puta madre!” Miguel swore as he slipped into hysterics. It only got worse when Peter flipped the feather sideways, the fluff rubbing relentlessly against his skin.

“Alright, I’d say he’s almost as bad as you,” MJ chose that moment to comment. Although she’d conceded and dropped the subject before, it was simply impossible not to compare them. “Maybe it’s just because he’s stubborn… but you would’ve begged at least a little by now.” She tittered when Peter flushed up to his ears, giving Miguel a break as he gaped at her.

Miguel watched, oddly entertained, as Peter floundered at MJ’s remark. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me right now,” the other Spider bemoaned dramatically. Mere seconds ago, he’d been in charge, treating Miguel like a plaything… yet all it’d taken was a prod from MJ for the entire facade to crumble.

“You’re just too cute~” said MJ, and in his head, Miguel agreed.

However, before Miguel could get too complacent, MJ swung the spotlight back onto him. “Migs could use some attention up here.” Still holding his cock, MJ fluttered her fingers. It made him want to rut against her palm. He knew how nice those hands could feel. Unfortunately for him, that wasn’t the plan, and Peter had concluded his pity party.

With that, MJ reintroduced her feather, and then both quills were snaking up his shaft. They stroked around the column of his length, leaving ticklish tingles in their wake. His member grew stiffer beneath the stimulation, which only served to make him even more sensitive. Miguel shivered when they reached the head of his cock, plumes swishing right under it, but going no farther.

They stayed right there until he was keening, then finally the feathers were tickling his tip. He squealed, he whined, and eventually he whimpered. He couldn’t stand it. He needed more. When it all became too much to bear, a trembling “please” escaped him, and Peter obliged.

“Mind if I take this?” Peter asked MJ. She returned to reclining on Miguel’s leg.

Now having Miguel’s cock all to himself, Peter kissed the tip, then opened wide. Miguel moaned when his head slid past Peter’s lips, finding relief in the heat of his mouth. He was grateful, at least at first… then realized Peter wasn’t going any further. “Parker,” he groaned in frustration, feeling the other’s tongue, but not nearly enough of it.

Peter offered a mischievous hum in reply, the vibration radiating through Miguel’s groin. When Miguel tried bucking up into his mouth, Peter grabbed his hips and pushed him back down. Miguel didn’t have the energy or the leverage to overcome Peter’s physical strength. And then, because Peter Parker was a menace, he started kneading Miguel’s hips while sucking him off.

“¡M-MierdahaHAHA! Ngnh! NAHAHA! Oh, sh-sh-shocking HEHEHELL!”

Webbing Miguel’s hands behind the chair proved to be a very wise decision. The surprise had made his talons pop out, leaving him scratching at the air. MJ noticed when she stood to view his torment from another angle.

“Dawww, poor kitty can’t claw himself free.” She pet his hair in faux-sympathy.

~~~~~~~~ Earth-616B-V ~~~~~~~~

He was wet… and slightly embarrassed that MJ had drawn attention to it. His face had taken on a reddish hue. Peter and MJ were charmed by the sight.

“Actually,” MJ tilted her head. “Are you ticklish down here? We both know Peter-“

“Hey! Nope!” Peter cut in. “Tonight’s about Migs,” he asserted.

Miguel was more than a little anxious.

“Fingers might be a bit too rough… Oh, I know exactly what we can use!” MJ reached for the box they’d set off to the side, rummaging inside until she pulled out…

A single blush brush, lavender in color, boasting the absolute fluffiest of bristles. MJ felt them with her fingers, smiling serenely. “Yep, this is perfect.”

“Any last words?” Peter prompted Miguel, whose eyes had widened at the reveal. “I know that brush can be pretty wicked.”

Miguel had none, nor could he look at either of them.

To start off, MJ mimicked the motion of powdering on Miguel’s mound. Instantly, Miguel was giggling, the bristles irresistibly ticklish. MJ lingered there for some time, making Miguel memorize the feeling… allowing him to start imagining just how bad it’d be below.

Eventually, she passed the brush to Peter. “Care to do the honors, Tiger?” Peter accepted readily. Miguel fought the urge to cower.

As soon as the brush touched down, Miguel yelped, twisting in his bonds. His legs jerked in an attempt to snap shut, only for the webbing to hold firm around them.

“Coochie coochie coo,” Peter teased as he began stroking the brush back and forth. “What, too cheesy?” he asked wryly when MJ huffed and rolled her eyes. Miguel would’ve growled, indignant, if he’d had the capacity for it. Peter had been right about the brush, though.

Actually, forget wicked. The brush was evil.

“NonononoNOHOHO!” It was worse than he’d imagined. The bristles fluttered against his vulva, soft and fluffy and obscenely ticklish. Peter didn’t mean to go in deeper, but a few stray bristles still slipped between the lips. That was enough for Miguel to realize the absolute worst was yet to come.

“I think Miguel’s a fan of the brush,” Peter chuckled as he passed it back to MJ.

“Of course he is,” MJ preened. “And I’ll bet he’s gonna love for this.” Unlike Peter, MJ acted with intent, fully pressing the bristles to Miguel’s slit. Several went past the labia majora, tickling the edges of his inner folds.

“¡Ay coño!” Miguel swore, momentarily oblivious to the irony. He was a bit too busy losing his mind. He’d never thought pussies could be so ticklish.

Evidently, neither had the Parkers. “You never reacted like this,” Peter mentioned to MJ.

“Between the two of you, it must be a spider-thing.” MJ didn’t even pause the brushing as she spoke.

If Miguel had thought MJ was being cruel, she was about to be downright sadistic. “Peter, be a dear and spread him for me,” she requested sweetly, batting her lashes. Miguel nearly squeaked when Peter complied, long fingers pressing on either side of his entrance. Peter didn’t actually touch Miguel’s vulva, instead pulling gently on the surrounding skin. Bit by bit, Miguel’s lips parted, until MJ deemed him exposed enough. “Now, let’s see how much you like this.”

Bristles caressed his left labia, and he squealed, loud and clear.

“Woah, easy there!” Peter braced his arms against Miguel’s sudden half-restrained thrashing. “Should’ve webbed his ass down,” he had to quip, pinning Miguel to the chair with his strength.

Left, right, up, down. Miguel wailed as the brush tickled along his inner folds. It was a maddeningly intimate ordeal, plus all the stimulation was making him slick.

“Poor little kitty,” MJ cooed, the double-meaning deliberate. When she noticed his clit peeking out, she gave it an experimental flick with the brush. “Oh no!” She broke character when Miguel winced, the first real sign of discomfort all night. She and Peter quickly withdrew to dote on him until he settled.

“Cálmense, it’s fine. I’m fine,” he reassured, though the break was appreciated. Only once they were certain that was the truth did the Parkers resume their session.

“No brush on the clit,” MJ confirmed, then considered her next course of action. Recalling a few of their previous evenings, a new idea soon emerged. “Let me make it up to you,” she purred as she handed the brush to Peter, before leaning in again to release a soft exhale.

Miguel shivered as her breath puffed over his clit, warm and soothing after the brush. He gasped when she closed the distance between them, taking the nub directly into her mouth. Her tongue rose to greet it, moving slowly, drawing several noises out of him. She was careful, but still playful. Pleasure flooded through him in waves.

“Nnh… Oh! Mmnnnnh!” He couldn’t have silenced himself if he’d tried. Exactly the way MJ and Peter liked him, reflected in her enthusiasm and his grin. Already so close to the edge, Miguel believed the end was in sight. Just one more lick, and he’d be-

Miguel choked when the brush abruptly came back.

“AGH! WhaHAHA- Why?!”

“Sorry, babe, but we’re not done yet!” Miguel doubted Peter was sorry at all, wiggling that mass of fluff against his folds.

They spent the next few minutes alternating. Peter with the brush, MJ with her tongue.

“¡Por Dios!” Miguel heaved for air. “Would you please just let me-!”

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The teasing lasted an unbearably long time, both Peter and MJ content to watch him writhe. Just when Miguel thought he’d reached his peak, a particularly mean tickle would yank him back down, the sensation enough to titillate, but not to finish.

His helplessness was similarly both a blessing and a curse. Being at the mercy of the Parkers’ whims, unable to protect even his most private bits, was indescribably thrilling… but god, did he also want to kill them for it. Their smugness, their sadism, their conspiratorial smirks… He wanted to make them pay for every second of it.

And then, through his haze of lust and laughter, Miguel began imagining how he’d do it.

He imagined paralyzing Peter with his fangs, settling him on the bed, then pulling his cock out. A simple vibrator or electric toothbrush would work wonders, pressed to the shaft until Peter was babbling.

He imagined pinning MJ to the floor, body bracketing hers, tearing her bra off with one claw. His mouth alone would be more than enough. Having ticklish nipples still flustered her.

He imagined the two of them, just as helpless as him, feeling the same sensations he was feeling in that moment. It would be overwhelming, an experience like no other. It would be so easy… and they’d love it, too. They would love it just like he did, beneath the superficial show of resistance. The utter loss of control, changed by trust and affection, reshaped from a fear into an indulgence.

It was then that Miguel finally came, loud, intense, and exhilarating.

—

As usual, the Parkers were gentle with him in the aftermath. Peter undid the webbing, MJ cleaned him up, then they both fetched him water and snacks from the kitchen. Miguel sighed when Peter shook a bag of caramels at him, as if he were tempting a cat with fresh catnip… but he ultimately still took two pieces, popping both into his mouth at once.

Once he was re-hydrated and done with the sweets, the three of them climbed into bed together. Naturally, Miguel ended up in the middle, with Peter and MJ snuggled close on either side.

“Did you have fun?” MJ asked leisurely, combing her fingers through his hair. She smiled at the sleepy assent she received, Miguel already beginning to doze off. Peter leaned in to kiss Miguel’s temple, then leaned further to meet MJ’s lips. It’d been a great night for all of them.

And they knew there’d be more great nights to come.

#miguel o'hara #peter b parker #mary jane watson #spiderparents #pbm&ms #spideysjane #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #tickling #a tickly fic #asdkfjdfg extra curious about thoughts on this one #kinktober #not officially but close enough

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