Could you make more ATSV Tickling Fics of Ghostpunkflower of the 3 together please I would really love to see more of Lee! Miles and Hobie with Ler! Gwen.…please please
YESSS!! OFCOURSE OFCOUSRE OFCOURSE!! :))) I LOVE WRITING FOR LEE MILES AND HOBIE!! (I know it’s been 2 years… I’m sorry)
Lee: Hobie + Miles
Ler: Gwen
Look, I know it’s been a while since I’ve even touched these requests but I’m working on it. I swear I will get all these out one way or another. If it’s any of y’all’s concern, my memory’s been getting worse slowly so it may take longer to get these out. <3
Enjoy~
The 3 spiders cuddled up on the couch using a blanket for warmth, the moonlight barely peering in from the curtains that blocked the sunlight half of the time.
Miles was leaning on Hobies arm, due to their height difference, and Gwen was laying across Hobies lap with her right arm over her head. As Hobie was in the middle, he kinda just sat there, staring at the TV. Both of the spiders body heat pressing up against him not to mention the fluffy blanket draped over his bottom half with Gwen always being super cold.
Now Hobie wasn’t one to start things about him, it was the least of his problems right now. He had 2/3 of his favorite people cuddling up to him with a good movie playing, the room was a good temperature to everybody who wasn’t being smothered, and….. God that’s all he could think about. It was too warm! He focused real hard to try and think cold thoughts, ending up just zoning out.
“You alright Hobie?” A sleepy voice asked in his ear slightly causing him to tense up and jump a bit.
“Y-eah mate, don’t wor’y bout me” The taller one said, shifting positions slightly. Which didn’t help, in fact the friction of the blanket probably made it worse!
“Not ‘that it’s any of your concern, it’s just a bit hot. That’s all!” Hobie said, then feeling shuffling around his thighs.
“I’m freezing! What do you mean you’re hot?!” Gwen exclaimed, grabbing the blanket closer to her. Her elbow slightly digging into his thigh, but he tried his best to ignore that for now.
“You’re always ‘freezing’! We could be in Pavs universe right now and you’d still be cold.” Which was right, even though Pavs climate was relatively warmer than most, due to the latitude, there had been some times where Gwen had complained of the cold breeze in his verse.
Gwen fixed her posistion again, causing a large Hobie hand to come shooting down to her elbow, which was now digging into his knee.
“E-enouf!” Hobie yelped, the volume in his voice slightly raising as he tried to prevent the sensation from continuing.
Gwen dodged the hand, staring up at the Brit as she grinned. “Forgot somebody here’s a little…”
“Don’t you say it!” Hobie scolded, as if he had a say in anything Gwen did. Miles watched from the side, admiring the slight tint that praised Hobies cheeks.
“Ticklissshh??” Gwen dragged out, using her elbow to dig circles into the poor punks thighs.
“GWEHEN-!!” Hobie jumped as he fell into immediate cackles.
“Yea? What’s the problem?” Gwen acted oblivious, continuing her attack upon the poor boys thighs that kicked out from beneath her.
Switching her technique, she began to squeeze the spot right above where Hobies knee and thighs meet. Earning a loud wheeze, Hobie doubled over trying to pry Gwen’s hands from his legs.
“AhA! FuhahUCK OHOFFF!!” He cried as he succeeded in pulling her hands away, catching his breath.
“You never let me have fun!” Gwen pouted as she sat back up next to Hobies recovery state.
“If you wan’ fun, get da spot bet’ween Miles ribs an’ pits.” Hobie smirked at Miles who gave a shocked expression his way.
“What!? No! Are you serious?!?” Miles gasps out a betrayed beg as he backed away from a very hungry Gwen.
“Milessss… cmon now, don’t be like that!” Gwen slowly approached as she climbed over Hobie.
“No! No! Don’t give me that!” Miles reached the end of the sofa as he put his arms up defensively.
In one swift motion, Gwen dove straight for Miles. A startled yelp was heard from the boy as he tried to grab at Gwen’s hands. Unfortunately for him, Gwen had already wormed her fingers up his ribs into that exact spot Hobie described.
Miles shot his elbows down, pining them to his body. Gwen hit her lip as the boy screeched before falling into squeaky laughter. Hobie grinned, seeing as the situation he was just in upon somebody else.
“HOHOBIE YOHOU S-SUHAHACK!!” He squealed, rocking from side to side.
“Aye, I di-n’t say nofing that wasn’t true!” The taller responded, another screech from the attackee filled the room.
“OKAHAY!! OKAHAAY!!” Miles began to start flashing in an out of visibility, a sigh that they both knew ment that he was at his limit.
Gwen slowed before coming to a complete stop. Admiring the smile the boy wore.
“You’ll be fine,” Gwen said as she removed her hands from his body. She laid back onto the couch, resting her head on the punks shoulder who had slithered down the couch.
As Miles made his recovery, he stretched himself across the both of them. Laying his head in Hobies lap, and the rest of his body over Gwen’s.
They spent the rest of their night watching whatever rest of the movie they had on before, soon falling asleep relatively quickly. They tangled themselves in each others limbs as they drifted off, Hobie, then Miles, and then Gwen.
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Im so sorry this took so long, I will be posting more soon I promise.
Heya! If you're still taking Tickletober ideas, I have just one for you this time. It's 28 (Drawn On) with ler Miles and lee Hobie. Hobie has a handful of tattoos already despite being so young, and Miles gets the idea to draw something on his back or shoulder or whatever spot you pick.
(Bonus if Gwen also has a drawing on her stomach or arm that she shows to Hobie to convince him, but she purposefully doesn't tell him how bad it's going to tickle. >w<)
-Panda/Black Feathers
TickleTober Day 28: Drawn On
~@hexalianrebel-blackfeathers Hey Panda! Sorry if this is a little lacking, the burnout is DEFINITELY settling in. I did my very best to keep the banter nice in this one, and even added in some lee!Miles for you as a treat. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~
Lees: Hobie (brief Miles)
Lers: Miles (brief Hobie & Gwen)
Summary: Miles was gifted a set of body markers; of course, the first thing he does is draw on his partners in crime-fighting. When the opportunity for causing tickly mischief arises, both Miles and Gwen jump at the bit. Unfortunately for them, their actions have consequences.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!
“Aaaaand…there!” Miles grinned, capping the silver body marker. “Careful not to rub it for a bit. Metallics take a bit longer to dry.”
Gwen smiled as she checked out her forearm, admiring the new illustration. It was a silver spider that would wash off in a few days, maybe a week.
For his birthday, Miles’s dad had gotten him a set of body markers. The man had given up on trying to get him to kick the Sharpie-doodles habit, so he instead provided a more skin-safe alternative.
“Sick. I think I might actually get this inked later on,” she mused, leaning over to gently bump her forehead against his. It was a means of affection they’d developed, and it was oddly nice.
While they talked about parlors they’d seen around town, a familiarly chaotic orange portal formed in the girl’s room. Hobie came right out, the sound of his boots on her floor alerting the teens of his arrival.
“Hey, Hobie! Come check out Miles’s new toys!”
Miles rolled his eyes, shoving at Gwen’s shoulder. “They’re not toys, they’re—”
“Oi, wha’s all this?”
Hobie’s deep voice cut Miles off, his bag clunking onto the ground as he flopped down next to Miles. His arm instinctively wrapped around the teen’s shoulders, his head resting upon one. “Got some new tools or some’in?”
“They’re body markers, gift from my dad. They go on super smooth, and they stay on your skin for, like, a week,” he explained, placing a dot of silver on the back of his hand. It was surprisingly pigmented against his darker skin, showing up even some of his paints in its opacity.
Hobie nodded, snapping his fingers in recognition. He’d seen some people in his dimension messing with those for riots or concerts. “Ooh, those tattoo pens. Yeah, they seem pre’y sick.”
“Oh, they are. Look at what he drew for me!” Gwen beamed, showing off her new spider “tattoo.”
“Ey, tha’s kinda like the one I’ve got on my stomach.”
With a grin, Hobie lifted his shirt up to display the tattoos there. There were a couple stick-and-pokes, but the spider one was definitely done with a tattoo gun. The other two gaped, each getting the same mischievous idea as they viewed his bare stomach.
“Dang…did one of your friends do that?” Miles asked, trying to seem nonchalant. He was attempting to get better at smoothness.
“Yeah, got it done at a show. One of my mates brough’ their gun and did it for me backstage. She’s got ‘er own shop now.”
Miles nodded, biting back a grin. Stay focused, Morales… “Mind if I add one?”
That got a little chuckle out of Hobie. Miles had doodled on his hands plenty of times, but having the other teen give him something that’d last a few weeks was a rather tempting concept. “Al’ight, why not? Pick yer poison, an’ surprise me.”
Hobie slipped his shirt off, giving Miles free reign of his warm, dark skin. He cheekily tossed his shirt at Gwen’s face, snickering at the squawk she let out when it hit her.
Miles decided on the boy’s ink-free shoulder, knowing it would tickle enough for his plan to work without being too much. Shooting Gwen a smile behind Hobie’s back, the artist got to drawing.
Immediately, Hobie realized what the pair was up to. The cool, soft tip of the marker brushed gently against his skin, making the punk bite his lip. It tickled, sending the familiar little buzzes down his spine and up to the base of his neck. “Y-youhu lil’ shits…”
“What? Somethin’ wrong, Hobs?” the boy grinned, purposefully shading in a way he knew would tickle. He was drawing a spider on a web—he wanted to stay on-brand, after all—and he knew all those little lines would tickle like hell.
“Think he’s a little ticklish,” Gwen teased. She was perched on the couch, rocking back and forth as she watched the playful bullying unfold. She wouldn’t join in for fear of her ink rubbing off, but she was more than happy to play the peanut gallery.
“Yeher dead, Gwehehenny,” he grumbled, though it was a bit hard to take him seriously when he was giggling like that. After the initial dam broke, Hobie gave up on staying quiet. He knew the two were getting a kick out of his “suffering,” and it honestly didn’t feel that bad.
Gwen stuck her tongue out at the tattooed teen, snorting when Miles skittered his fingers up his side. It was funny to watch Hobie jerk in surprise, especially when his cheeks heated.
“Mihihiles, wahatch ihihi’ nohow…” Hobie warned, his tone slightly warmer than it had been with Gwen. He bullied her all the time, but it took a bit more for Miles to earn sassy-Hobie speak.
He snickered, going back to carefully shading the spider’s abdomen. It wasn’t any less ticklish, but he was focusing less on being a shithead and more on making the drawing look good.
Hobie tried to hold still, though he was beginning to regret removing his shirt. He was getting little chills, and the coolness of the room was making every sensation that much more intense. “Huhuhurry ihi’ uhuhup bahahack thehehere.”
“You can’t rush art, Hobie,” Miles huffed, shaking his head. Just to be a goober, he gave the right side of Hobie’s ribcage a quick scribble. Sure, it was overkill, but he was having too much fun to think his actions through before taking them.
“GYAHahahehey! Youhu—thaha’s IT!”
Hobie whirled around, grabbing Miles’s arms faster than either of the teens could’ve expected. Gwen gulped as the doodler was pinned to the floor of her living room, his face split by a wide, nervous grin. “W-wahahait, wait! Ihi’m sorry!”
“No you ain’t, ya li’l shit,” Hobie chuckled, digging into his stomach. He knew the boy well enough to not believe that blatant lie; Miles was only sorry he got caught.
Miles squealed, kicking against the ground as he tried to get away. It was a fruitless effort, but his reflexes forced him to try. He’d always been a squirmer when tickled, no matter how badly he might’ve wanted to stay still.
With a blush on her face, Gwen tried to slip away. Hobie caught her out of the corner of his eye, giving her a look. He was still tickling Miles when he said, “You try an’ hide, an’ I’ll make it twice as bad on you. Help with ‘im, an’ you’ll get cuddles.”
He knew how to speak her language. With a semi-apologetic grin, Gwen sat down beside the lanky teen. Hobie offered her Miles’s arms, wanting both of his own hands free for teasing.
Miles whined through his laughter as he felt Gwen’s hands clamp around his wrists, giving his head a quick shake. “T-TRAHAHAITOR!”
That got an eye-roll out of the punk. He’d fully brought the tickles on himself, and he knew it. “Oh, hush it. Gwenny, ge’ his neck, yeah?”
“On it,” she grinned, gently scratching the underside of Miles’s chin. She knew it would take all the faux-fight out of him, and he couldn’t help but coo when he scrunched up his neck at her touch. “Aw, I forgot how cute he is when we both get him. It’s been a minute.”
Miles gave up on protesting after that, resigning to his tickly fate. The spider on Hobie’s back was still unfinished, giving him some hope for a comeback later in the day. Until then, he was doomed to continue laughing under the other teen heroes’ hands…
AN: Late, I know, but class doesn’t get out til 9. This prompt was really fun to write! Peter & Miguel are really goofy & I just love them. How you enjoy day 10!
Peter B. Parker was a class A goofball. He liked playing games and being silly, but most importantly, he liked making people laugh and have some fun. And he was damn good at it.
Halloween always put him in a bit of a spunky mood, and he felt inspired to cause a little mischief. Maybe the chill in the air put a spring in his step, or the fun and spooky atmosphere reminded him of his love of lighthearted pranks. Whatever it was, he felt the need to pull one over on someone. He was walking down the hall when he passed an open door and saw the usual spider-gang hanging out in the wreck room: perfect.
The idea popped up so suddenly and without any preamble, that it nearly startled Peter. But he shoved his hands into his robe pockets and casually strolled in, going along with it as if he'd had this plan all along. He had a natural commitment to any bit tossed his way the likes of which you have never seen.
That is not to say that the others don't know when he's doing a bit. Quite the contrary. It is rather obvious when Peter begins some long winded ruse, but everyone is too interested in where he's going with it to put an end to it.
He flopped his right hand around in his pocket, wiggling fingers, anything he could to make it look like something was caught in there. Pavitr was the first to take notice, doing a double take when he noticed the frantic movement of his pocket and stared with wide eyes.
"Dude, what's going on with your pocket? Did you catch a squirrel or something?" he asked, drawing the rest of their attention to Peter, and now they all wanted to know what the hell he had in his pocket. Peter played along.
"Heh, no. I wish it were that simple," he said in a serious tone. He schooled his features, lunging a trapped hand at Gwen, who happened to be the closest. She squealed and jumped back as Peter reigned in his arm.
"What the hell Peter?" she asked, cheeks faintly flushed. He did his best to act apologetic.
"I'm sorry, but that's why I came to see you," he said, clutching onto his right wrist with his other hand, forcing it to stay inside the pocket. They all stared at him with confused looks.
"I'm sorry, what?" Gwen asked, arms crossed. Peter rolled his eyes, as if annoyed he had to explain himself.
"Um, look, I'll just cut to the chase. Ghosts and demons and stuff are cool now, right? And you guys are all pretty cool kids, so you're keeping with the trends-" he rambled. Miles furrowed his brows in worry and utter cluelessness, looking to Hobie for any indication of what the actual fuck he was talking about. Hobie arched a brow and shrugged, sporting an amusedly confused smirk. "I guess what I'm trying to ask is, do you guys know anything about possession?"
Gwen scoffed. "You think you're possessed?" she asked skeptically.
“Absolutely! And I’d appreciate it if you took this seriously,” he said, really hamming it up. “I mean, if you don’t believe me, just look!” He “released” his hand from the robe pocket and it made another grab at Gwen, this time being successful. He latched onto her sides and squeezed, sending her into a fit of giggles.
“You liahahar!” she squealed, doubling over as Peter scribbled over her tummy.
“Nu uh!” Peter insisted, continuing the ticklish assault. “See, it happened after MJ got me last night. My hands have been restless ever since,” he lamented, working up Gwen’s sides. “I’m afraid I’m possessed by some kind of tickle monster!”
“You ahahare not!” she denied. Hobie shrugged, a smirk tugging on his lips.
“Don’t know mate, seems legit to me,” he teased. Peter smirked himself and turned on the tallest teen, making him stumble back with a yelp. He managed to wrestle his arms above his head, alternating scribbling in each pit.
“I just can’t help who I attack! Sorry Hobie, I really can’t help it!”
“Shuhut it you bahahastard!”
“Hey, I’m just as much a victim in this as you are!”
Miguel stood in the doorway, dumbfounded, and crossed his arms over his chest. He cleared his throat, grabbing their attention.
“Is there a reason you’re torturing them, or are you just bored?” he asked in a neutral tone, arching a brow.
“Peter’s possessed by a tickle monster!” Pavitr supplied. Miguel couldn’t roll his eyes hard enough.
“Is he now?” he asked, seemingly uninterested. “Well I guess I’ll leave you all to it.” He turned to leave and felt a hand around his wrist yank him back. He stumbled a few feet, being caught by Peter from behind.
“Sorry bud, but I can’t help myself right now,” he said sympathetically as Miguel hissed and thrashed in his hold. He tried to fight back the deep laughter that wanted to spill out when Peter started kneading his hips.
“G-go toho hehehell,” he giggled out through clenched teeth. Peter gasped.
“Well that’s rude!” Peter exclaimed, one hand roaming down to squeeze his thighs. Miguel burst into loud belly laughs, shoving weakly at Peter’s hands. He made a show of taking a deep breath before blowing a raspberry against Miguel’s neck.
A string of curses gave way to helpless cackles and snorts, especially when Peter started nibbling. “Ohohokahay, oho fuhuhuck thahat’s bad! Peter!” Miguel scolded through hysterics, and needless to say everyone in the room was thoroughly amused.
Peter backed off with a smug grin. “You alright?” Miguel stood there, catching his breath and shot a harsh glare at him. He also shot him the bird. If it was even possible, Peter grinned wider.
“What?” Miguel snapped, though it wasn’t as harsh as you’d expect.
“I bit you. You’re possessed now, it’s how it works,” he explained, oh so casually. Miguel scoffed, furrowed his brows, doing anything to try to appear not amused.
“Bullshit.”
“No, it’s true! It had to be how MJ transferred it to me!” he explained frantically.
“You’re really gonna blame your wife?” Miguel quipped. Pavitr barked out a laugh before covering his mouth with his hand.
“You’re missing the point. You’re possessed by the ghost too now,” he said, acting as though it was grave news, but the sparkle in his eyes when he looked at Miguel said otherwise.
“Oh so it’s a ghost now?” he asked, not even bothering to hide his amusement anymore. “Well then, it’s a good thing they aren’t real.” He walked to the doorway, but only made it about halfway.
Miguel suddenly doubled over in pain, a dramatic and very convincing groan emitting from his throat. They all watched on in concern as he jerked upright, arching his back. He unshed his claws with a dramatic motion of his hands. A deep, low chuckle left his lips as he slowly turned towards the group.
“Well well well, it would seem that Miguel is no longer with us,” he said in a threatening tone. He caught Peter’s gaze and flashed a sharp grin, winking. He addressed the rest of them, “But he wanted me to tell you: run.” He really didn’t have to tell them twice.
They scattered like mice, and Peter easily caught Miles in the rush. He was giggling before he even touched him, but the laughter doubled once he dug into his ribs.
Miguel was able to snatch Pavitr by the collar of his shirt, yanking him back and into his clutches. He clawed at his belly and Pav immediately let out a giggly shriek.
They carried on like this for some time, playing this odd game of chase. Every once in a while, Peter would glance at Miguel and see the way he was smiling and actually laughing along with the rest of them.
Hobie gives me massive big brother vibes especially with Pav and Miles like, that man would wreck them everytime but he just enjoys spending time w them and messing w them
And when Miles and Pav are having enough they gang up on Hobie, and everything I want to say is that ofc if he hated everything related to tickle he would free himself every time, but he doesn’t:))
me watching the “what’s with your new suit design are you bleeding from your armpits” bits in the new spiderverse when miles was getting teased about his suit: 🫣 what if… tickle scene..?
Bro... so yk the whole sqeak in court thing with the leaf we talked about?
What if that was.. before miles and nick got to realize they were ticklish?? But miles remembers from back when they were kids??
And he's all like
"Wright, are you okay? Are you sick? You seem quite red." Genuinely concerned, but then that turns into a ticklish discovery of sorts >:3
Lying Lawyer || Ace Attorney Tk Fic
A/N: AAAAA ADRIEN!! yes yes it's the most amazing conversation we had ever in discord kajxjejd ace attorney will always be one of my biggest hyperfixations!! hope you enjoy!!
Inside the court, it grew more and more intense as the trial went on, despite it just starting 30 minutes ago. As it went on, Maya couldn't help but notice a leaf was stuck at the edge of Phoenix's collar when he ducked down to grab something to testify against Edgeworth's accusation. She meerly went and took the leaf off, but whilst she did that, her and the court's eye's widdened as he let out a shriek.
"Wright? What is the matter?" The judge asked, Phoenix turned to see Miles try and piece together in his mind for what got him to make that noise, "No, no! I simply saw a spider and jumped was all!" He waved off, smiling nervously. His cheeks grew increasingly red, and his mind was racing so fast that it was blurred, Miles had still been working the gears in his head, before a sudden smirk placed onto his face. Phoenix attempted to continue the trial, only to mess up each try, so Edgeworth interrupted, "Judge, sorry to interrupt but I think we need to call in a break." He said formerly, the judge had nodded and clanked his gavel down, "A 15 minute break will be insued, I trust Wright will gather his thoughts back, no?" He asked, earning a quick nod as they all were dismissed.
As Phoenix reached the back of a private room, he took the moment to think, only to yelp when Miles had him against the wall, he had his hands pinned between his underarms so he couldn't slither away, his strength drastically higher than Phoenix's, "I know there wasn't any insects in that court, Wright, so, I thought back as to what would make you make a noise like that, just to have some.. childhood memories." The same smirk from earlier enlaced his facial features, his hand clawing at his side, whenever to went to squirm to the other side, his other hand would catch it and claw there too, only for the process to repeat until he was using Edgeworth's shoulder's to try and keep himself held up, his laughter piling up in the back of his throat.
The tickly memories of when they were kids, having turns in tickling eachother, but whenever Edgeworth did this move? It always meant he wasn't going to escape until he got his answers. "IhiHIhihit was n-noho-GAHAH!? WAIT! WAHAHAHAIT!" Guffawed the blue suited male, his entire body falling to the floor, unfortunately, Edgeworth had started to knead against his hip's while he was distracted, making him get in this position. "Wright, you know how much I feel about liars, I find it insulting that you'd dare to lie infront of my face." His face and voice was blunt, but they both knew it'd still fluster the other badly, making him snort, "IHI KNOHOW! JUHUST- BWAHAH! MEHERCY!"
"You know how to make this stop, Phoenix." Claimed the other, shaking his head tauntingly, only to barely hear the whine Phoenix's had emitted from it, "Oh? Does every little move I make fluster you?" He asked nonchalantly, his smirk widdening as he nodded helplessly, "OKAHAY, MAHAYA TIHICKLED ME, THAHATS IT! I SWEHEAR!" Edgeworth could hear the truth lace his voice, as he stopped, he couldn't help but scoff and chuckle at him, "How childish, see you back in trial." He waltzed off, listening to Phoenix scramble to get up and get back himself, fixing his slightly messy look.
As they entered the room, the judge looked over, "Is Wright feeling better, Edgeworth?" He asked, Phoenix physically quivering when he saw him grin, "Oh yes, he was just tickled pink, nothing serious." He winked at Phoenix, earning a scowl, "Great, let the trial continue." And with that, Phoenix had to suffer through this embarrassing moment for ages to come.
Do you have any headcanons of your own about Miles and Peter B.?
Uggghhhh my mind is so uncreative it’s insane so I don’t really have much???? I’m honestly just waiting for someone to write fanfics about these two so I can die happy lmao
But I know the two share a teasing relationship
Like they’re always poking fun at each other and laughing about things
Miles loves making fun of Peter’s weight, but he’s a sweetheart so he asked to help him work out and now they’re workout buddies as well
Peter gets so proud of Miles for no reason
the kid could throw his wadded up garbage into a garbage can from a small distance and Peter would be cheering, whooping, and clapping, tears in his eyes bc ‘that’s his boy’ <3
tickling is pretty common and frequent among the two
Peter started it by grabbing Miles around the waist and giving him a few squeezes, making Miles shriek and fall to the ground
Peter B. absolutely LOVES tickling Miles because the kid has this sort of shrieky, squealy laugh that’s so fun to listen to
I read another user’s headcanon that Miles is a big ‘nonononono’ begger before he gets tickled and I completely agree with it like??? perfect Miles
Peter honestly never imagined he’d be the one getting tickled by Miles
like ever
only MJ ever tickled him back in his own universe when they were still in love
but then along comes Miles who has no problem poking and pinching the daylights out of any available space on Peter’s body
Peter fights laughing but he can’t hold out when Miles really goes for it
and he lost his mind when Miles found out how ticklish his feet were
Peter’s laugh is just loud and obnoxious, but he’s totally more of a ler, even though he’s pretty ticklish
I think that’s all I got for these two for now! Anyone’s free to send me more or add on. I may even add on to these someday if I feel the need
P.S. someone please write me a Miles and Peter B. tickle fic my soul needs it
