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reminder that donating just a few $ to gofundme campaigns actually helps, you don't have to donate huge amounts if you don't have the funds, every little bit is useful. give $10, $5, even $1. it all adds up. don't scroll past because you think you can't help. help in your own capacity. donate a dollar. share and speak up.

#palestine

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i’m so sick and twisted….. no one will ever understand my dark and evil nature…….. (i’m making tickle content for a popular franchise)

#it do be like that #gen

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Attempting Romance

submitted by wing!anon

A/N: Yeah, ok, I did it. I have no title and I don’t know if it’s any good. My versions of them are a mix of several comics and not much of the movies I’m afraid. But I hope you like it. 

… The sun was setting in Genosha, and the faint light of dusk shone beautifully over every structure, making everything look a soft shade of pink. The last sun rays of the day illuminated a giant statue on top of which two faces looked in opposite directions. Nearby, on a cozy terrace, the two men represented on the monument were dining and enjoying the gorgeous sunset. Their talk was light hearted, unlike last time they’d found themselves in that situation. Back then, they had been discussing genetics and the nature of their powers, and some old wounds kept threatening to open once more. Now, however, there was peace, and the two men exchanged tales of their “children”. Mostly everyone they mentioned was well into adulthood, but the men were old and had seem most of them grow up. The conversation was fond, and although both had in the back of their minds some regret over the fact that they hadn’t lived those stories and raised those people together, neither were focusing on that. The sun set, leaving them in darkness. Their plates had been cleaned half an hour earlier, but only then did they decide it was time to end the meal. Each holding his own plate and cutlery, they returned to the kitchen. One of the men, the one on a wheelchair, tried to do the dishes, but before he could start the metal handle turned itself off again without being touched. “There’s no need to worry about that, Charles” “I insist, Erik. You already went through the trouble of cooking…” “Precisely. What is the point of doing something nice for you if you decide to do chores anyway? Just leave it there, I’ll wash it later”.  Charles grinned.  “Why, thank you. May I ask why later? Do you have any other plans for now? Will we have some sort of dessert?" At the last part of his sentence, his voice turned suggestive and Erik smiled wickedly at him.

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#xmen #cherik #magneto

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back on my bullshit 🔥🔥🔥‼️‼️ kind of a re use of idea w the other adam drawing i had but yea whhehehehe

#helluva boss #blitzo

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stuck

#insp

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donate to doctors without borders here

donate to careforgaza here, providing food, medicine and clothing

donate an e-sim to gaza today

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donate to the palestinian civilian relief fund

donate to the palestine children's relief fund

donate to the world food programme

donate medical aid for palestinians

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donate to healpalestine

if you are looking for individual fundraisers to donate to but are struggling to choose, gazafunds gives a spotlight to fundraisers that are not close to their goal.

instead of watching and supporting eurovision tonight, please instead boost this post & donate if you can. keep your eyes on rafah.

#palestine

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My Experience Buying eSIMs for Gaza by Maia Kobabe

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Full transcript below the cut:

Cover:

My Experience Buying eSIMs for Gaza 

Project organized by @ connectinghumanity_

by Maia Kobabe @redgoldsparks 

Page 1 

In Fall 2023, I saw instructions on instagram for how to purchase an eSIM card and submit it to be distributed to someone in Gaza. 

Download an eSIM app-> Select Middle East as the region-> Purchase-> Screenshot the QR code-> Do not activate-> send to [email protected] 

Image of Maia looking at eir phone. “That sounds easy, I’ll buy one.” 

I emailed an Airalo eSIM QR code to gazaesims on Nov 17 2023. 

Page 2

By January 2024, it hadn’t been activated yet. I bought a second one from Nomad and sent my new QR code and resubmitted my old one. 

Image of Maia looking at eir phone. “How long does this usually take, I wonder?” 

By February neither had been activated, but Connecting Humanity kept posting about needing more. I bought a second Nomad and resubmitted all of them on February 15, 2024. 

Page 3

The Nomad eSIMs are much cheaper than Airalo, but what I didn’t realize is that they expire even if they haven’t been activated. At the end of February I decided to try a third company, Simly. Here’s a price comparison: 

AIRALO: $39 USD for 3GB, never expires 

SIMLY: $22 USD for 3GB, never expires 

NOMAD: $16 USD for 3GB, expires after 8 weeks even if unused, only offers in-app refunds 

Page 4

Connecting Humanity asks folks to wait at least 3 weeks before resending a QR code that hasn’t been activated yet. On March 7 Mirna Elhelbawi posted: 

We send EVERY esim we receive. Bear in  mind that we are dealing with people at a war zone. They might take it and get killed before activating it, they might take it and their phone gets lost or destroyed. They might take it and search for days for stable internet connection to activate it, and some of them activate it unsuccessfully due to lack of knowledge and the horrific situations they are in. ~Connecting Gaza 

By early April, my first Nomad eSIM expired unused. I resubmitted my three remaining eSIMs. 

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Suddenly, two of my eSIMs were activated on the same day! The Airalo I’d purchased 4.5 months earlier and my second Nomad. 

Image of Maia looking happy and surprised. 

Image of Maia looking very intensely at eir phone. “I have to make sure these don’t run out!” 

I began buying top-up packages immediately. 

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I felt like I had planted a seed in the fall and waited all winter for it to sprout. Seeing it activated was like watching the first new leaves break the soil. 

Image of Maia with a watering can labeled “data”, sprinkling water on two little sprouts. “Watering my eSIMs!” 

Sadly, only .07 GB of data was ever used on my Nomad. It was never used again after that first day. 

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But my Airalo has been in constant use for over a month now. I check on it every day. 

I will never know the person I am buying data for and they will never know me. But we are connected by the same strings of hope and grief that connect us all. 

Image of two hands holding a phone, which is connected to a flying kite. 

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On April 5, 2024 Connecting Humanity reported they had sent more than 250,000 eSIMs to Gaza, equivalent to approximately $6.3 million donated! You can visit gazaesims.com for more info, instructions, and discounts. Here are my referral codes: 

MAIA5367 for $3 off Airalo 

MB772 for $3 off Simly 

MAIA66GF for $3 off Nomad 

If you need more incentive, the Cartoonist Coop is doing art rewards. Visit cartoonist.coop/esims4gaza 

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Image of Maia, weighing two options. “Buying an eSIM is easy and can make a very direct impact. It can also take a lot of patience and could get expensive over time if you commit to keeping the eSIM topped up indefinitely.” 

If an immediate one time donation is more your speed, I recommend Operation Olive Branch and Gazafunds, two places to find Gofundmes aiding Palestinian families. 

gazafunds.com

@ operationolivebranch on insta

linktr.ee/opolivebranch 

-Maia Kobabe 2024 

#palestine

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About Gaza Funds

#palestine

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I am here to announce the debut of Spider-Man: Across the Knismo-verse!

A 16+ discord server for other people in the tk community who are fans of the spiderverse movies 💕

I made this server as a place for us all to chat and yell about our faves with each other, and of course, discuss the best ways to wreck them 😌

The link is below! I look forward to chatting with you all ❤️ https://discord.gg/8pyvKUF8

Feel free to dm me for the link as well!

(For those who haven’t caught on, this server is for people who like tickling. Just in case that wasn’t clear lolol)

#the most active among us do have miguel brainrot #but spidey knismos in general are welcome

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palestine flag themed dragon!!! from the river to the sea!!!!!!!

#24 - 自由 和平 巴勒斯坦 (freedom, peace, Palestine) - Within our lifetime, Palestine will be free. 🇵🇸

If you see this post, please take one or more of these actions right now:

DONATE-

eSims for Gaza

Palestine Action

Palestine Children's Relief Fund

Palestine Legal

Medical Aid for Palestinians

United Nations Relief and Works Agency

Operation Olive Branch

Contact your reps for an immediate ceasefire (USA, UK, Canada, Australia)

Educate yourself and follow contemporary Palestinian voices

Follow BDS's list of companies to boycott and tell your friends and family why you are boycotting.

Plan to join a protest in your area (worldwide)

#once again… given current events… #palestine

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Current obsession: Miguel having to desperately fight to stay still for chin scratches because it’s really soothing and feels good but it’s also ridiculously ticklish

#miguel o'hara #spiderverse

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miguel manages to peek an eye open mid-laughing fit, then blushes so hard when he sees both peter and mj's faces hovering right above him

their expressions are somehow mischievous and affectionate and admiring all at the same time (how could they not be when they've got miguel smiling and squealing beneath them like that), and the up-close attention is almost more flustering than the arm tickles

almost

Thinking about spideysjane tickles with lee Miguel 😌

Miguel with his arms tied above his head with Peter B going all out tickling under his arms while MJ runs devastatingly soft feathers over the spinnerets on his forearms

I think the contrasting but still unbelievably ticklish sensations would drive him up the wall :3

#thank you very much for this mental image #spideysjane #miguel o'hara #spiderverse

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does it tickle?

#insp

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Glass

Happy birthday to my number one, the light of my life, and the cause of the low numbers currently in my bank account ❤️ This fic is a little different from my usual writing but I really wanted to put something out for Izaya’s birthday so I hope you all enjoy ;u;

Shizuo used to hate Izaya’s laugh.

It was like glass shattering into a shower of sharp edges and unapologetic cruelty, every broken piece expertly aimed to hurt. It dripped in a poison so potent Shizuo could taste it- that vicious cocktail of cyanide and deception. That deception was what made it so bitter, Shizuo was sure.

Because at its core, Izaya’s laugh was completely and undeniably fake.

For all of Izaya’s smirks and snickers, not once did that glee ever reach his eyes. Every smile perfectly fixed in place, every laugh rehearsed and performed, all coming together to form the mask of Izaya Orihara.

As the years passed, Shizuo began to believe that perhaps there was no face behind that mask at all. 

It wasn’t until they’d begun their…situationship…that this belief was brought into question. 

In the darkness of night, hidden between tangled sheets and heated flesh, he found ghosts of sincerity in that mask.

He saw longing in those clever eyes, pupils blown wide with desire and desperation. He tasted restraint on Izaya’s lips where the other would try his damnedest to stay quiet, where he would bite into his own skin to conceal any noise that wasn’t artificial. 

Izaya’s mask cracked during those nights and, with it, Shizuo did too.

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that the thing that finally shattered him was that same glass-crackle laugh.

Shizuo’s touches had grown softer. Bites were replaced by kisses, black and blue flesh making way for goosebumps over pale skin. He had started to explore instead of devouring.

All it took was one wandering hand brushing a little too lightly over Izaya’s thigh to reveal something Shizuo hadn’t known he was looking for. 

A giggle- sweet and bright and genuine and everything Shizuo had thought Izaya to be incapable of. 

Another crack in the mask had formed and Shizuo desperately needed to see what was behind it. 

His hands were his pickaxe as he chipped at its jagged edges. Spidering fingers climbing up a slender rib cage caused Izaya’s face to scrunch up in a wide toothy grin. Thumbs drilling into the hollows under his arms broke the dam and released a flood of helpless laughter. Despite coming from the same vocal cords, this laugh was so different from the one Shizuo was used to.

If Izaya’s usual mirth was a splintered mirror, this was a stained glass window. Bright, colorful, and refracting beauty like true laughter should. This frantic cackling, irregular and imperfect, was the truest reflection he’d seen of who Izaya could be if he allowed himself to. 

Shizuo knew of crystal clear lakes that played tricks on your eyes, with water so pure that you could see the very bottom without realizing how deep it truly was. He knew, and yet he still drowned in Izaya’s laugh. He let it fill his lungs with each breath and huff of amusement, drinking it all in. It was intoxicating.

It was surprising for Shizuo Heiwajima to willingly dive into the depths of Izaya Orihara. If anyone were to even fathom the idea, they'd be silenced by others for their own safety. Retribution would surely come for them at the hands of either man. However, the thought that Izaya would welcome him in- keeping his hands gripped around Shizuo’s wrists instead of the handle of a blade -was almost unimaginable.

Shizuo had learned that things aren't always as they seemed with Izaya, though. He’d learned that behind those fierce eyes and acidic grins hid a smile so honest that it made Shizuo’s heart clench. If he could believe this impossible reality, was it really so far fetched to think that one day that mask would shatter like glass? Was it foolish to think that Izaya might one day raise one elegant hand and remove it entirely? 

One couldn’t know for sure, but sitting here surrounded by the sugar and sincerity of Izaya’s laughter…Shizuo couldn’t wait to find out. 

#oooh these descriptions just feel so ✨💎💕 #lots of lovely rumination #durarara #shizaya #izaya orihara

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A Shared secret

This is a part two of this fic but you don’t need to read the first to enjoy this one!

(Disc Miguel gets caught tickling himself, silliness insues.)

Lee Miguel, lers MJ and Peter

(Word count: nearly 4000)

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“Were you tickling yourself?”

Miguel's stomach dropped.

This could not be real. There’s no way it was real. Miguel instinctively tugged his shirt back down, fully covering his abdomen as he returned the hem to its proper position. He tried to speak, bark out some string of words to explain his actions, but when he opened his mouth… words failed to form. It was then that Miguel realized he was holding his breath. Combining a weary sigh with a much-needed inhale cured his lack of air, only to trigger a rush of shakier breaths that worsened the tightness in his chest.

His eyes focused first on Peter's leaner frame, the obnoxiously bright robe never failing to grab attention. His second focus, though, was Peter's arched brow, somehow quirked in a manner both playful and accusatory. Miguel swallowed hard, attempting to ignore the smirk on Peter's face. He felt his cheeks grow warm, an uncomfortably awkward sort of heat that threatened to travel down his neck.

“I… What are you… I wasn’t…”

Miguel had to force the words out of himself, every vowel demanding a strained squeeze in his chest. He couldn’t talk about this. What would he say? He’d combust from pure mortification before he could ever explain why he enjoyed this… his self-indulgent little secret.

Miguel’s mind swam with anxiety, spilling over until the room felt like it was filling with water. The distant dripping of his bathroom sink echoed in his ears, and he felt the dull pain of having bitten his own lips.

Red hair. All he could see was bright red hair peeking out from behind the pink of Peter's robe.

This was so much worse than Miguel had thought.

“Hi honey…”

A soft smile accompanied Mary Jane’s words, while a glint of wonder shone in her eye.

Before he could register what he was doing, a huff of air left Miguel’s nose.

“Go away.”

The command felt unnatural on his lips. Some small part of him, some ever so tiny voice, cried out, pleading for Miguel to let himself be open. Even so he couldn’t listen, shame and fear nestling its way into his heart. His chest felt heavy until he heard soft steps approaching, and a gentle voice soon soothed his psyche.

“Hey.”

MJ’s small form settled on the edge of Miguel’s mattress. Miguel bit back a scoff, only just realizing how ridiculously large his bed was.

“It’s alright, Miguel.”

Delicate hands gently held his own. Looking at MJ, he felt an unexpected burst of amusement, as he saw her arm straining to reach across the long gap between them.

“You aren’t in trouble. There’s no need to be embarrassed.”

Her voice soothed the sores of Miguel’s conscience. Was it really okay? To do something like this? To engage with such childish acts in (what Miguel had assumed to be) complete solitude?

Miguel had to stop himself from flinching when another weight was added to the bed, conspicuously closer to him than MJ. Lacking the courage to fully turn his head, he simply glanced in its general direction.

That robe was starting to get annoying.

“Yeah, I mean, come on, Miguel, it’s not like we didn’t already know you’re ticklish.”

Miguel furrowed his brows at Peter's failed attempt to lighten the mood. Resisting the urge to pout while simultaneously finding his words out of sheer irritation, Miguel spoke up.

“That's not the point, and you know that.”

Miguel's attempt at sounding venomous failed. The steadfast blush on his cheeks, along with the lingering image of his smile and his own fingers skittering along his torso, voided any semblance of intimidation.

“What I think Peter’s trying to say is-”

MJ scooted forward, closing the gap between herself and Miguel to spare her arms further strain.

“There's nothing to be ashamed of, Miguel.”

She brushed a stray hair away from his forehead, cupping his cheek and rubbing her thumb along the contours of his face.

“Actually, it’s pretty cute!”

That singular comment, laced with such confidence, finally made Miguel’s blush melt down to his neck. Everything felt hot… but now a pleasant kind of hot. Something invigorating that he’d never really felt before, or perhaps only in a faded memory.

“I don’t-”

Miguel cut himself off before a river of words could run out of his mouth. He was feeling so many different things at once. Joy, frustration, confusion… even shame still lingered, like a fine mist clinging to his very being.

“You don’t?”

Miguel could practically hear the smirk plastered on Peter's face. He suppressed a growl, trusting that Peter was acting in good faith and not just his usual teasing self. Taking a few deep breaths and rolling his shoulders gave Miguel the nerve to continue. He looked at Peter with knitted brows.

Miguel narrowed his eyes, and his jaw tightened. Confliction painted his face. Looking unable to decode what he was truly feeling in the moment. So many possibilities, so many things to say, to do. Too many things.

The tension festering inside Miguel was apparent. His shoulders rose up around his neck, and while his hands were open to accommodate MJ’s, his arms nearly shook with how flexed they were.

Peter smiled not with smugness, but with a certain kindness that made Miguel's chest feel fuzzy.

He placed a hand on Miguel’s lower back and started to soothe small circles with his palm, shushing and cooing as if Miguel were at risk of being spooked away. MJ and Peter briefly locked eyes, before pink lips mirrored the same gentle smile and MJ’s fingers began to massage Miguel’s palms.

After a few moments, the tension coiled up in Miguel’s body began to dissipate. His forearms and wrists relaxed first, followed by his lower back. All strain was eventually massaged or caressed away, leaving Miguel’s brain to gently buzz.

“Aww listen, he’s purring!”

MJ’s giddy remark snatched Miguel back to reality, the apparent buzzing in his skull was actually the reverberations of his purrs. How lovely. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he laid back in defeat. These two would be the death of him.

Almost in perfect synchronization, both MJ and Peter leaned down, ever so carefully resting their heads on each of Miguel’s shoulders. Miguel glanced down at both of them. It was almost as if the pair could read each other’s minds. Through sheer force of will, he made the rumbling in his throat stop, ceasing the purrs that’d gotten him into this cuddly predicament.

Peter placed his palm on Miguel’s chest, leaning in further to kiss the junction between his neck and shoulder. Miguel had to muster every bit of strength not to twitch or smile. Damn that suit of his… He was so covered up all the time that even Peter’s gentle gesture felt far more sensitive than it should have.

In an attempt at self-preservation, Miguel turned his head toward MJ, unintentionally exposing his neck even more. MJ’s eyes sparkled with admiration as she drew little circles on Miguel's shoulder with her index finger.

“You stopped purring.”

MJ whispered, her soft hair falling delicately around her shoulders. She no longer looked at Miguel, choosing instead to focus on the shapes she was tracing as she went on.

“Do you think we can make you purr again? Make you happy?”

Miguel’s stomach churned, and he bit the inside of his cheek to avoid an uncharacteristic whine of humiliation. This didn't feel real, two of his favorite people on either side of him, kissing him, offering him what he’d been craving for longer than he could remember. Not simple pokes and prods but full, knowing intent to drive him to hysterics.

“You can try.”

Miguel surprised himself with the remark that left his lips. A newfound faux confidence bloomed in his chest, and he leaned his head back, resisting the urge to shy away from the kisses Peter was planting on his throat. Damn that facial hair.

Maybe he could let himself enjoy this, maybe he didn’t need to let shame and fear rule his life, just for this one instance. Miguel wanted to indulge in this newly realized fantasy, finally tangible.

Peter pulling his lips away was a bit of a shock, yet all surprise dissipated when Miguel felt nimble fingers wiggling into his abdomen. He choked back a giggle, the sensation already so prominent. Was he really this sensitive?

Miguel’s query was swiftly answered by manicured nails scratching up and down his side. Biting down on his bottom lip was his only hope at warding away the giggles he felt bubbling up in his chest.

“You don’t gotta hold it in, you know.”

Peter’s slightly raspy mumble interrupted Miguel’s thoughts, sending shivers down his spine. Then as if that weren’t enough, Peter’s hand trailed down to Miguel’s stomach, pinching the softness below his belly button with fervent curiosity.

Miguel's abdomen flexed, stomach shaking with resistance. He couldn't break now, not when the sensations were so gentle and curious. He was better than that, he would not be reduced to blubbering giggles at this. No, he would hold out until his partners really showed him how ruthless they could be.

That sentiment held strong until he felt MJ shift, and in turn Peter followed her movements. Ever so slowly, Miguel watched as Peter shifted his weight, moving to straddle one of Miguel’s thighs. MJ went with a different approach, sitting up cross-legged next to Miguel’s chest, close enough for both her hands to potentially roam his ribs and underarms.

The pair wiggled their fingers menacingly at Miguel, though most of the intentional menace was radiating from Peter alone. Even so, Miguel couldn’t ignore the playful gleam in MJ’s eyes, or the way her cheekbones became more prominent as she grinned.

Teasing fingers soon became tickling ones, as both Peter and MJ quickly descended on Miguel’s rigid form.

This is what he’d been looking for. The near-ruthless scribbles and scratches. MJ focused on wiggling her hands between Miguel’s ribs and arms, climbing up to his armpits before dragging her nails back down to his lowest rib, repeating the motion indefinitely. Meanwhile Peter squeezed at his hips, thumbs circling Miguel’s hip bones as if using a pair of joysticks. The joint sensations caused waves of ticklishness to crash over Miguel, and his giggles finally erupted. Uncharacteristically exuberant, Miguel’s laughter rose and fell inconsistently. It was a complete turnaround from his usually irritable and standoffish demeanor.

“Wait! Hold on- Ah, guys!”

Miguel spoke frantically, not really intending to mean anything, but needing an outlet. That was until Peter moved one hand off his hips, and instead reached behind to squeeze rapidly at Miguel’s unstraddled thigh.

“Cut it out, cut it out!” Giggles broke through Miguel’s words, as he found himself unable to cope with the new ticklish bursts zipping up his leg.

He hissed quietly, swiping at Peter's hands. He didn’t want Peter to stop, though, and felt his stomach drop slightly when Peter signaled for MJ to stop as well. What followed was an odd silence, an obvious attempt by Peter to seem intimidating. Miguel couldn’t help but shut his eyes. As childish as it was, he couldn’t bear to see the expression on Peter's face.

Miguel kept his eyes firmly closed, that was until he felt a handful of rapid little pokes aimed directly at this midsection. His eyes flew open as his back arched outward, inadvertently pushing his stomach up. The barrage of pokes felt electric, causing him to kick his legs out in surprise.

“Hey, don’t start ignoring us now!”

Miguel felt a new rush of warmth in his cheeks. He wasn’t trying to disregard them. He simply couldn’t stand looking at his tormentors for another second.

“I didn't! That’s not what I-”

Miguel’s futile attempt at explaining himself was cut short, the poking undergoing a metamorphosis. Peter now caged Miguel’s stomach with a clawed hand, squeezing rapidly.

“What, you didn't start ignoring us? Because I’m pretty sure that’s what you did~”

Peter taunted Miguel playfully, letting up on his squeezes for just a moment to engage MJ in their lovely (albeit one-sided) conversation.

“So, how do you think he should make up for being so rude?”

Peter's eyes were half-lidded, and his brows wagged playfully. MJ laughed quietly to herself, peering down at Miguel’s squirming frame. He was gripping Peter’s wrist, wiggling his hips back and forth in an attempt to quell Peter's tickle attack. The scene gave MJ the perfect idea to make Miguel behave.

“How about we have him keep his hands behind his head?” MJ smiled, freckles shifting with her grin. “That way he can’t, uh, do that.”

Miguel had shoved a palm into Peter’s face, attempting to push the older man away. He’d bared his fangs as he growled, a newfound flame of rebellion burning inside of him. Even so, at MJ’s suggestion, his grimace faltered and his eyes opened wide. He choked out a quiet sound of surprise, a shiver running down his spine at the notion.

Peter’s eyebrows raised, accompanied by a knowing smirk. He removed his hand from Miguel’s midriff, theatrically flexing his fingers as they retreated. In a show of dexterity, he leapt from Miguel’s thigh towards his upper body, grabbing Miguel's wrist in the same motion.

“Now keep this… here.”

Peter maneuvered Miguel’s arm over his head, planting his palm behind his slightly curled locks. Given Miguel’s refusal to help at all in the matter, Peter almost had to puppeteer him. MJ giggled, nose scrunching in delight. Mimicking Peter’s movements, she managed to place Miguel’s other hand behind his head.

With both arms now raised, Miguel was fully exposed to any tickling fingers that might come his way. He felt like he was burning from the inside out. Peter and MJ’s casual manipulation of arms had been indescribably mortifying. His eyes darted rapidly between the two of them.

The couple glanced at each other, silently agreeing not to point out that yes, while Miguel was practically scowling, he’d made no attempt to return his arms to his sides.

“Are you ready, Migs?”

MJ pinched his cheek playfully, smiling at how obviously rhetorical her question was. Miguel could only huff as he leaned his head away from her teasing fingers.

The initial pounce made Miguel jolt, lifting his hips up and off the bed in shock. Wordlessly, both MJ and Peter had begun scribbling and scratching at his underarms, taking advantage of the newly accessible spot. A grin instantly spread across Miguel's face, and he found himself erupting into elated giggles as the sensations proved too much to resist. Fleetingly, he pondered if he’d actually ever been tickled there before. When he attempted to conjure up some memory of fingers wiggling under his arms, though, nothing came. The blush on his cheeks spread across his nose before migrating to his ears, the thought of being tickled somewhere no one had touched before enticing that odd, tickle-hungry voice in his head.

The scratches and scribbles refused to let up, leaving Miguel to grab fistfuls of his own hair and drum his legs against the mattress. Obviously it wasn’t unpleasant, but the tingly shocks running through his body gave him excess energy.

“Gehehet out!”

Miguel began to struggle, the mirrored scratching proving too much for him to handle. Regardless, he still kept his hands behind his head in a strange form of obedience. He arched his back, leaning away from MJ’s manicured claws just to make contact with Peter’s intruding stubble. The prickly feeling made him flinch back, effectively stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Then as if they were never there to begin with, the fingers dispersed, leaving Miguel to pant and fight off residual laughter.

“Where to tickle next…”

MJ smirked, rouge bangs falling over her eyebrows. She made eye contact with Peter for a moment, placing two fingers on Miguel's chest and walking them down his torso, causing him to exhale with a shudder.

“How about... here?”

MJ seized the hem of Miguel’s shirt, holding it up to peek at his bare skin. The cool air of his bedroom made goosebumps emerge, and Miguel had to forcefully steady his breathing, not wanting to reveal how giddy he was at this new prospect.

Peter only chuckled in response, nodding his head and pinching the opposite side of Miguel’s shirt. Slowly, he inched the garment up to display Miguel’s tanned stomach, intentionally dragging his fingers along skin as he went.

Soon enough, Miguel’s shirt was pushed up past his abs, leaving him open for Peter and MJ to explore to their hearts’ content. His stomach quivered with anticipation as he watched the pair through narrowed eyes. He switched between them in quick succession, almost as if to keep them, and their tickling fingers, at bay. Though all three knew that gaze meant nothing.

Peter slowly started inching his hand towards Miguel’s midriff, as if his cautious movements would go undetected. The pair locked eyes and Miguel bared his fangs, attempting to intimidate Peter out of teasing him. Despite his efforts, Peter hovered his fingers right above Miguel’s stomach. Their gazes remained locked until Miguel felt a hand grab his side and squeeze. The sensation caused Miguel to lash his head toward MJ, her shameless grin communicating that he’d played right into their trap.

As soon as Miguel processed the pair’s plan, he felt the bursting sensation of Peter wiggling both hands into his torso, one hand squeezing his flank while the other skittered up and down the side of his stomach. Simultaneously, MJ began to scribble her nails along Miguel’s abdomen, tickling and exploring and occasionally migrating to his lower tummy.

Miguel arched his back, biting down on his lower lip. His efforts proved fruitless, however, as the combination of sly scribbling and firm squeezing was simply too much to ignore. He threw his head back in hysterics, eyebrows turned up in pure delirious glee. His eyes went wide as a snort escaped him. He hadn’t even realized he could still do that.

“Was that a snort?”

MJ’s question seemed to slip by, with Miguel too deep in the throes of frenzied laughter to register much beyond the persistent tickling.

“I think it was! Hey, do you think we can make him do it again?”

Peter's words fought to be heard over Miguel’s babbling giggles. MJ nodded, smiling wide, both of her hands focused on fluttering just above the hem of Miguel’s pants. The pair began to whisper to each other, never ceasing their tickly assault.

Oblivious to the scheming happening before him, Miguel nearly shrieked when a dual buzzing sensation appeared, mirrored on the left and right sides of his stomach. The tingling reverberations nearly drove him mad. His fangs unsheathed themselves and extended as loud, ecstatic laughter burst from his chest. In an act of self-defense, he attempted to buck off his tickling assailants, only to find the action to be impossible. Peter had hooked an arm under one of his thighs, holding the limb close to himself as an anchor. MJ had done the same.

As another round of maddening buzzes occurred, Miguel simply couldn't hold back the shrieks and snorts of laughter fighting to escape him. Embarrassment infested his mind, goading him to hide his face in the crook of his arm.

“Aww, look who’s trying to hide~”

MJ had pulled away from Miguel’s stomach, pausing her ticklish torment. Instead she soothed the attacked area with her palm, cooing at Miguel with an air of flirtatious sympathy. Peter had halted as well, resting his cheek on Miguel’s belly. His prickly stubble still kept Miguel on the edge of laughter.

Miguel forced himself to suppress a whimper, suddenly aware that all eyes were on him. He was stuck in limbo, having to either stay partially hidden and admit the tickling was too much, or face his partners head-on and endure their endless teasing.

After a long pause, Miguel finally uncovered his face, staring MJ and Peter down. His brows furrowed and his lip pulled in a slight frown, thick eyelashes coming together as he narrowed his eyes as well.

“Oh, don't be like that,” MJ scoffed, scratching momentarily on Miguel’s stomach, making him exhale shakily. “Your tooth is stuck on your lip… It makes you look like a cat.” MJ smiled as she pointed this out. It only deepened Miguel’s frown, before he adjusted his lips to return the fang to its proper place.

“Speaking of cats…” Peter began, rubbing Miguel’s stomach with his palm. “How about we try getting you to purr again?” He beamed at the suspicious look on Miguel's face. “For real this time!”

Peter’s rubs turned into gentle, soothing scratches. Miguel, being the ball of sensitivity he was, still had giggles bubbling out of his mouth, though they were less frantic and more content. MJ took on her own initiative, crawling up to Miguel’s shoulder and peppering his neck with gentle kisses. Simultaneously, she traced circles against the junction between his chest and collarbone.

Miguel felt pure bliss. The juxtaposition of the rough working over he’d just undergone with this more gentle, affectionate tickling had turned his mind to mush. Without considering the implications, he tilted his head back to provide MJ more room for kissing. In the same motion, he returned his arms to their original resting position. One hand wandered to hold the small of MJ’s waist, while the other played with Peter's scruffy hair.

Much to his embarrassment, Miguel once again produced crackling purrs that rumbled through his chest. Giggles emerged through the purring when Peter resumed nuzzling his cheek into Miguel’s belly. Miguel couldn't help but let his eyes close, fully savoring the light sensations washing over him.

The line between tickling and cuddling blurred, the trio falling into a soft, comfortable silence. The only consistent sound was the purring Miguel continued to emit. Before he knew it, Peter had crawled up next to him, placing his head on Miguel's shoulder. Now sandwiched between two of his favorite people, Miguel felt the claws of sleep latching onto him.

A few rapid blinks kept him conscious, but they couldn't erase the pressure behind his eyes. He glanced at the clock on his bedside table, seeking one last excuse to not drift away from this tangible nirvana he’d achieved. It was late, not extremely so, but late enough for staying in bed to be the most sensible option. Despite his typical long hours, he was still aware that any attempt at getting up would be met with a lecture about healthy sleep schedules.

That's when Miguel heard Peter's soft snores.

The rhythmic grumbles of sleep lulled Miguel into an even drowsier daze, the sweet smell of MJ’s perfume only contributing to the spell being cast upon him. Both senses were engaged in a calming dance, beckoning Miguel towards slumber.

At long last, Miguel let his eyes fall shut, deciding he could enjoy this with them… just as much as he’d enjoyed letting them share in his secret.

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I want to give a huge thank you to @tickly-tufts and @tickles-tea . They both beta read, and edited my fic, and even encouraged me to write it in the first place!! They’re both amazing writers and creators and i cant thank them enough. Not to mention both of them gave me wonderful ideas for discriptions and dialogue.

Thank you everyone for reading, your support means the most <3

#the double raspberries are so mean <3 #but overall AHHHHHHH they’re all so sweet 😭💕 #once again thank you SO much for writing this!! #there can simply never be enough #spideysjane #spiderverse #miguel o'hara

[tickly-tufts]

they need to invent a writing that is easy. and fast also

#gen

[tickly-tufts]

OK i dont really write/read tickle fics anymore and also someone MIGHTVE made this poll already, but ive always been super curious......

id appreciate reblogs for a bigger sample size!!! ^^

#*taking notes* #gen