Miguels Claws Make Grayson Very Giggly Hehehehe

Miguel’s claws make Grayson very giggly hehehehe

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Hey! This may be out of the blue but I’ve decided to open my tickle drabble prompts again!! I wanna try to get some spiderverse stuff out so that’s what I’ll be focusing on! If you have any ideas or things you wanna throw my way, go for it!

I may not do every prompt because I am a busy person or I may not be interested! This is nothing personal! It should be obvious that I don’t do NSFW but I’m saying it anyways. I also won’t do any “x reader” stuff since I’m not very good at those!

We should make t-shirts saying "I survived the Barbie tickle scene 2023"

HAHA I choked on my breakfast, that's actually genius😂 I would fictively wear that !!! 😂😂😂 but yeah through the collective suffering we definitely bond as a community

Hi! If you want to maybe lee hobie and ler pavitr with cheer up t words after making sure the spider lings all stay safe on a mission?

Also I love your blog

A Friend in Need

A/N: thank you so so much for the request and support! I’ve been dying to write these two for a while now! I did my best to stay as close to their character as I could. Hope you enjoy! We need more lee!Hobie!

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Hobart Brown was a stoic man. No, not stoic like Miguel, but it took an awfully huge thing to disrupt his demeanor, to throw him off his uncanny rhythm.

That is what scared Pavitr Prabhakar at this moment, as both of them sat on the floor of his colorful and warm apartment. The lanky man beside him adjusted a tuning peg on his guitar with a shaky hand. Not only that, but the more than normally chaotic colored outline around his figure was brewing like a storm, like a kid’s drawing made with every crayon color. He’d been like this since they came back from Spider HQ.

The pair were sent on a mission not long ago, to take care of yet another anomaly. It couldn’t have gotten better, to be honest. It was an easy catch and transportation of the villain. Heck, Miguel even seemed satisfied with their work. He even gave a smile. But the Spider-Punk’s color remained uneasy, and it didn’t seem to be wearing off with the change of scenery.

Spider-Man India knew better than to ignore his friend’s feelings.

“You doing ok, Hobes?” Pav broke the silence.

The young punk stopped his fiddling, making eye contact for the first time in what felt like forever. He eyed his guitar, and gained control of his once shaky hand. “Ah shit.”

“What’s up, man?”

“No point lyin’ to you,” he sighed, “just got spooked, that’s all.”

Pav nodded, “that’s okay. It happens.”

Hobie scrunched his face up, picking at a sticker on the guitar’s base. “Din’t think the anomaly would be a…”

“…police officer?”

He bit his pierced lip. “Din’t know that. Ya think Miguel would tell me: a Green Goblin cop, that’s who we’re after. Fits the character, greedy bastard out for power,” he chuckled sadly.

“…but goddamn… he looked too much like that bloody bitch that killed my friend.”

Hobie smoothed out the sticker he was picking. It’s like he had more to say, but getting the words out were too hard right now. He took a deep breath, giving his buddy a small smile. “But he’s long gone now. Nothin’ to worry ‘bout.”

“You seem pretty worried,” Pavitr frowned, cocking his head to the side. “You gonna be okay?”

“Pav, my man, I’ll be fine. Ya know what I’m about.” The punk puffed his chest a little, feigning his usual confidence.

That only made his friend giggle lightly. He put a hand on Hobie’s knee. “It’s ok to be shaken up, bro! No shame in it! I’m here!”

Hobie exhaled. Pavitr’s smile was contagious, too contagious. “You’re too fuckin’ softhearted, mate. Love that ‘bout you.” He leaned into his friend’s kind touch, his colored outline flashing to a warm orange. “Thanks.”

“You know I’m not done! Tell me, what can I do to help you?”

Oh, Hobie didn’t think that far yet. He gave a loose shrug. “I ‘unno. Just need to get this pang outta my chest.” He said, holding his hand near his heart. “Ts’like Gwen doin a drum solo.”

Pavitr scooted closer. “Well maybe a hug?”

“Mmmm…maybe somethin’ to take my mind elsewhere,” the punk suggested.

Pavitr leaned on his shoulder now as he thought, letting out a hum. “Hmm… we could always bother Miles!”

“Nahhh he don’t wanna see me like this.”

“Hooooobieeeee,” the shorter man whined, clutching his arm, “you’re making this hard on purpose now!”

The laugh from Hobie confirmed it, a relieving sound to hear. Pavitr punched his arm gently, “ahalright, if you’re not gonna give me an answer, I’ll tickle you to cheer you up!”

“Says the most ticklish goddamn person on earth,” Hobie spat back, not missing a beat.

Pavitr gasped dramatically. Without saying another word, he pretended like he was gonna go, but was yanked back by Hobie’s arm. It almost felt desperate. “Wait I was doggin’ mate! You can tickle me!”

Pav’s eyes practically sparkled. It wasn’t often that Hobie was in the mood for tickles. Usually he was in the mood for tickling… tickling Pav. “Really?”

The nod from his friend immediately made him pump his fists. “Yes!!!”

“‘Ey,” Hobie grabbed the eager hands reaching out towards him, “nothin’ too crazy, ‘Kay? Not lookin’ to pass out.”

“I’d never!” The young man said, watching his friend adjust himself, laying on the floor of the room. “You tell me when you’ve had enough.”

The punk gave a thumbs up. “Got it, mate.”

“Alright,” Pav climbed on his legs, getting comfy. He smiled, watching the outline of Hobie turn pink. “You nervous?”

“Nah.”

“You’re pink thouuughh,” his tone was laced in mischief, placing his hands on Hobie’s stomach, only covered by his thin and messily made spider-suit. He felt him flinch. “You’re always pink when excited!”

“Bruv y-yohou better shut up-!” It was taking everything in his power not to grab Pav’s hands, Pav’s now wiggling hands. Oh god. He was tickling now. Hobie slapped his hands over his mouth. “PFFt-!”

Pav simply chuckled, letting his nimble fingers dance around his tummy. “Aw don’t hide your laugh from me! C’mon, Hobieeeee!” His hands gave his sides a quick squeeze as encouragement.

“ACK-!” Hobie’s hands grabbed Pav’s out of instinct, “ohMYGAWd!!”

Like it was nothing, the strong arms of Pavitr pushed Hobie’s arms up and away. “Nuh uh uh! You keep those up there! You better not punch me!”

“Ihihihi might!”

“Then I’ll just web your arms down!”

Hobie narrowed his eyes threateningly. “Don’t.”

Pav wasn’t one to wear a shit-eating grin, but this was an exception. “Then keep your arms uuuuuuup!”

He heard his friend do something he rarely did: groan in annoyance. Of course that groan was replaced with a hearty chuckle once Pav wiggled his fingers at him.“There’s that smile I love!”

Hobie already felt like spontaneously combusting. It was something about Pavitr and his stupidly silly way of tickling that made him break into a goofy grin, and also the fact he was the one receiving. This wasn’t a usual spot for him to be in. Was it unnerving? Yes, but the pangs in his chest were barely felt over the fluttery butterflies in his stomach.

And then Pav was back to the side squeezes.

“BRuhuhuhuvvv!” He snorted, his boots hitting against the floor. Hobie was trying to focus on kicking his legs so he wouldn’t give his friend a bloody nose. Pav didn’t make this easy at all. He felt fingers slip into his vest, then dig into his rib cage. “AH SHIHIHIT!” Hobie blurted, twisting from one side to the other. The crop top he had on was doing nothing to protect him.

“I gotcha good!” Pav teased, leaning closer. Now he was gonna start being mean. Wait, he wasn’t mean before? No, my dear reader, he wasn’t. “Awwww Hobieeee look at youuuuu!”

“SH-Shuhuhut the f-!” Hobie stopped himself, snorting again.

“Ohhhh? What was that? Hobie, you can’t swear at meeee! You know what’ll happen.”

Yeah, Hobie knew. A panicked grin spread across his face, avoiding eye contact with his shorter friend. “I-IHihihi d-din’t say nothin!”

“You sure?” Pavitr scritched into the punk’s lower ribs. He got the reaction he was searching for.

“FuHUCK!”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” his goofy tone slipped into a more sly one. Hobie felt Pavitr adjusting himself around. “Nohoho c’mon mate y-yaha don’t gotta!”

Pav paused. “Is this a ‘stop?’” The mischief was absent in his voice.

Hobie finally looked at his friend, his face heating up. “I-I mean…”

“We can stop if this is too much. I’m only trying to cheer you up.” Spider-Man India had removed his hands, holding them up to gesture his compliance.

The outline around the punk stirred pink. Hobie wasn’t one for admitting things, even to someone like Pav. “I-I…” he clamped his mouth shut.

“It’s ok if you want more tickles!”

Oh come on Pav! It was hard enough to even ask for it.

That’s why Hobie was gonna do it his own way, a way his friend would get the signal. He took his hand off his mouth, showing a smirk. Slowly but surely, he lifted a middle finger at Pavitr. “Fuck off.”

Spider-Man India’s eyes went wide, not only wide but bright. “Hobart Brown!!” He gasped, feigning offense. “Okay, you asked for this.”

Even if it didn’t do much, Pav lifted Hobie’s crop top upward to expose his suit covered stomach more. He only did it to make the Spider-Punk anxious. Clearly it worked. The man was giggling. Yes, I said giggling.

“So…Hobart…what is a tickle monster’s favorite fruit?” Pavitr asked, cracking his knuckles.

“Aahaw shit yohohou’re bein’ a dick, now…”

“Answer the questiiionnnnn!” His fingers fluttered teasingly, making Hobie flinch. “Ah! Noho come on I’m naht answering!!”

“Ten…” he counted, “nine…eight…seven…”

Hobie scoffed, balling his hands into fists. “Imma kill you after this, I swear to non-existent deity.”

“Six…” Pav lowered his head a few inches, causing the stomach below him to quiver from chuckles. “Five…”

“Pav!”

“Four-“

“KAY FINE! It’s rahahaspberries! Raspberries, you fuckin tw-AHT!” Hobie almost bonked Pavitr on the head when he saw the guy dive face first into his stomach. He dissolved upon impact, wheezing. “YOHOHOU BASTARD!”

Pavitr raised his head, “what was that?”

“YOu-yohohou’re a basT-“

“PRRBBTTTT!!” Pav planted another raspberry mid-sentence, relishing in his friend’s free flying cackles. He felt his friend grab his head, digging his nails into his hair. He was definitely holding back from his instincts, which Pav appreciated from a self-preserving point, but also from a “my friend really wants to laugh” point.

The punk threw his head back, snorting. “Yohohou-y-yohohou’re killin’ meeEEHEHE!!” His suit wasn’t protecting him at all from the raspberry onslaught. “SHIHIT!”

“You hangin’ in there?” Pav looked up. Hobie panted coming back to reality for a sec. He loosened his grip on his friend’s head. “S-Sorry ‘bout that, mate. D-Dohon’t…don’t wanna rip your perfect h-hahahair out.” He took a bigger breath, “m’good…m-maybe a minute more and we stop.”

“Can do!” Pavitr smiled… then immediately went back to another tummy raspberry. Hobie almost folded in on himself, wheezes escaping his lips. “NAHA FUCK!”

It was by the third round of raspberries when Hobie tapped out, laughter getting a little too frantic. “OKAHAY! OKAYIMDONE!”

Like a switch turned off, Spider-Man India let up. He swished his hair out of his face and fixed it, smiling at the big ol’ grin across Hobie’s face. “Did I kill ya?”

His chest heaved with each pant, shaking his head at the question and pushing out his residual giggles. He peered at his stomach. “C-Close tho…” he mumbled, watching his friend roll off him and sit beside. “Y-You’re a menace.”

Pavitr grabbed Hobie’s now outstretched hand, pulling him up to sit. “But lookit that smile you got!”

His hand rubbed his face, sort of sore from smiling so much. “Yeaaaaahh shuddup.” He punched his arm playfully.

“How are you feeling?” Pavitr placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it. “Need water?”

“Please. Thanks.” Hobie coughed, remaining where he was as Spider-Man India reached for a bottle on his nightstand. He handed it to him. “…feel tired…but good. Dopamine’s some good stuff.” He twisted the cap off and downed it.

“That’s what I’m saying! It’s a nice feeling, right?”

Hobie shrugged as he drank. He took a breath, “yeaaaaah maybe you’re right.”

“Maybe?”

The punk squinted at him, then rolled his eyes. “You are.”

Pavitr grinned. This was a better sight to see. “It’s nice to see that smile again.”

For a split second Hobie’s outline went pink, then reverted to its neutral gray. “Thanks. You helped it, mate.”

“You hungry?”

“Starvin’.”

“I know a great place, c’mon!” Pavitr stood up, stretching. He grabbed his mask on his bed.

“You paying?”

“Aw, come on, Hobes!”

“You owe me after that.”

“Okay fiiiiine, I’ll pay… even though you liked tickle time.”

Hobie sighed, “you aren’t gonna shuddup, are you?”

Pavitr simply grinned, opening his window. “Nope!” He hopped through it, already swinging away.

It took longer for Hobie to get up. He felt the blood rush to his head when he stood up too fast, “shit.” It stabled after a few seconds. He grabbed his guitar, putting the strap over him. He made his way to the window, smirking when Pav kept beckoning him atop another building.

He’d catch up, don’t worry. The punk just needed to take a second and appreciate his friend.

AHHH REQUESTS!! would it be okay to request switch!rgken and switch!sliu ken in a beach off/tickle fight?? have an awesome day🙏🙏 -⭐️

Beach-Off, With a Twist

Word Count: 2K

A/N: Yaaaay first Barbie fic!! I’ve been wanting to write for these two for so long jajsjas 😭 Okay so I honestly had no idea how I was going to differentiate between two characters with the same name, so I’ve colour coded their names, pronouns and dialogue! :) If I refer to Ryan Gosling’s Ken the text is Pink and Italic, and if I refer to Simu Liu’s Ken, it’s Bold and Blue! :D If this doesn’t really help, plz let me know so I can try and improve it 😔 Hope you guys enjoy! 🫶🏻

“Once again, seems like you couldn’t handle all this beach, Ken.”

Great. How many times did Ken have to hurt himself when shredding waves at the beach? Surprisingly, he wasn’t doing it in front of Barbie this time, as she was out shopping. But of course he was practicing to shred waves so he could impress her when she was here.

He really had to stop trying by running right at the waves. He did unfortunately bounce off, but luckily the ambulance didn’t have to get involved this time. But of course, Ken had to taunt him once he was up and okay.

“Pfft, like you could shred waves any better, Ken.” Ken stated, dusting himself off and picking up his surfboard.

“Well, I did. Remember last week? Barbie was very impressed.” The cockier Ken mentioned, smiling smugly. Ken’s facial expression was becoming irate, and he wasn’t trying to hide it either.

“Well, at least I’m the one with the ‘beach’ job.” Ken gloated, doing some kind of proud heroic pose.

“At least I can shred waves. Maybe I should have the beach job.” Ken was speaking jokingly, but that didn’t make Ken any less offended. He glared daggers through his counterpart. Darn it, if Barbie wasn’t here he could-

…Wait. Barbie wasn’t here. She wasn’t here to stop the only thing that Ken knew he could do to take down his equivalent.

“That’s it.” He growled, tossing his surfboard to the side, all the other Barbies and Kens who were previously relaxing on their deckchairs watching as it slid across the inanimate sea.

“Ken, I’ve had just about enough of the 14 seconds I’ve spent around you today.”

“…Let’s beach off.”

Ken kept smiling in response, chuckling and shaking his head as he too, chucked his board off to the side. The two friendly rivals began slowly approaching each other as they spoke.

“I’d gladly beach off with you, Ken.”

“That’s right, Ken. And I would’ve done it last time if I wasn’t so severely injured.”

“No, you would’ve done it if Barbie wasn’t there.”

“Same thing!”

The two were almost nose-to-nose before Ken broke the brief silence.

“Let’s do this.”

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Two crowds had gathered on two sides of the beach, the left side surrounding Ken, and the right surrounding Ken. As Ken was stretching and psyching himself up, someone approached him. Allan.

“You should be careful, Ken. Author Barbie told me Ken said he’s got a ‘special new move’ that he plans on using.” Allan whispered cautiously to his friend. However, all he got in response was a hand in front of his face.

“It’s alright, Allan. You’re talking to the beach-off master. I’ve got this.” Ken boasted before strutting forward. Allan sighed, walking back a few steps to join the crowd.

“At least consider my warning??”

“No need to, buddy!”

Allan sighed again before placing his hands on his hips, muttering to himself.

“Why do I even try?”

As Ken approached his opponent, he puffed out his chest in an attempt to look intimidating.

“You ready, Ken?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, Ken.”

“You’re in for a (Barbie)land of pain!”

In response to Ken’s threat, Ken just playfully grinned in response. Huh. Ken usually responded with a similar quip regarding pain.

But no, nothing.

Ken did get a small rise of suspicion, but brushed it off as another Ken got ready to blow his whistle.

“Alright, Kens. Ready to begin?”

The two contenders prepared to charge, waiting for the noise that would start the battle. It wasn’t long before the screech of the whistle was heard, indicating the start of the fight.

Ken let out a war cry as he dashed towards his challenger. However, Ken swerved before he had a chance to catch him. Before Ken knew it, he had been tackled over, being pinned on his back as his waist was straddled. Ken’s side of the beach started to cheer, while the other side started to let out anxious cries of encouragement. Ken made an attempt to slide out from under Ken, but before he could, he felt two hands latch onto either side of his torso. Ken braced himself, but wasn’t expecting what happened next.

Ken felt his opposer’s fingers playfully scribbling up and down his sides, making him burst into loud giggles before he could stop himself.

“KeheHEN?! W-What are you dohohoing?!”

“It’s my new technique, Ken! What do you think? Pretty effective, right?” Ken chirped, that playful smile refusing to detach from his face. It really wasn’t helping that Ken hardly ever wore a shirt under his always unbuttoned ones, today being one of those days, meaning Ken had easy access to his bare skin.

Both crowds were surprised by the sudden change to a playful rather than the expected roughhousing, but continued cheering and clapping nonetheless.

“Kehehen, this is cheheHEATING-!” Ken’s giggles had begun to pick up pace as Ken’s hands made their way to his ribs.

“It’s not! No one ever said that beaching off always had to be about pain, right everyone?”

The left side of the beach cheered louder in response to Ken’s question. Ken made an attempt to push the evil hands away from his body, but Ken had effortlessly grabbed both of his hands and pinned them under his knees.

How was Ken so easily weakened by this?? He made his best attempt at holding back his laughter as Ken switched from his ribs to his hips, but it was no use as his laughter came out as a wheeze instead.

“THI- *wheeze* Th-This is dirTY PLAHYHY!” Ken protested, making repeated failed attempts to pull his hands free to protect his vulnerable hips that were currently being drilled into. Ken chuckled as he didn’t ease up his torment at all.

“Heh. Ready to tap out, Ken? I’m gonna find your weak spot at some point.”

The Ken that was in the process of being tormented stubbornly shook his head, not wanting to lose his title of the ‘Beach-Off Master’ (not that he won every time anyway). The current winner paused his tickles for a moment, trying to think of where Ken could be most sensitive. As Ken caught his breath, Ken realised it was right in front of him. The most exposed part on his body. His stomach. Ken smirked cheekily as he began spidering all over his abdomen. The pinned Ken let out a high-pitched squeal in response to the unbearably tingly feeling taking over his belly, more wheezing cutting off his laughter.

“K-KE *wheeze* HEHEN! NAHA *wheeze* -THEHEHERE!” His face was completely flushed, not just because of the tickles but also because of the occasional tease being called out by a member of the crowd.

“Hehe sounds like a tehea kettle!”

“I never thought Ken was this ticklish!”

“Look at his face! It’s completely red!”

Eventually Ken couldn’t take it anymore, letting out a breathy “Pleheheeease!”. Ken had a victorious sneer on his face as he got up, ceasing his attack and allowing Ken to catch his breath. The right side of the beach started protesting and groaning in defeat, some people trying to get Ken back on his feet.

“Come on, Ken!”

“You can’t let him get away with that!”

“Show him who’s the real beach master around here!”

The words of motivation helped Ken take a small breath before nodding towards his crowd with a confident smile, which was underestimated by some of the crowd, as that blush hadn’t faded from his face yet. He began sneakily shuffling over to Ken, who had his back turned while he was standing triumphantly, waving and boasting to his hyper crowd. Unfortunately, not enough pointing and warnings could’ve alerted Ken in time as he felt someone grab his ankle and yank, making him fall and land atop the plastic sand on his back. The crowd let out a collective wince, but luckily he was nowhere near as harmed as Ken had been after his previous unsuccessful wave shredding attempt. Ken took his opportunity to straddle his dazed competitor’s waist and restrain Ken’s wrists above his head.

“Heh. Let’s see how well you can hold out against your own method, shall we?” Ken asked tauntingly. Now it was the right crowd’s turn to start cheering as Ken instantly went for Ken’s stomach, tickling all around it. His frenemy did burst into laughter, but Ken was visibly disappointed when it wasn’t the belly laughter he wanted.

“G-Gohonna have to tryhyhy harder than that, Kehen!” Ken challenged, trying to wind his tormentor up, and it was working. He let out a frustrated huff as he vibrated his clawed hand into Ken’s sides, ribs, and hips, all the spots Ken had gone for before. Ken did get decent bouts of laughter accompanied by a priceless blushy face, but he still wasn’t getting that loud laughter he was looking for. He wasn’t even trying to free his wrists yet! How stoic did this guy have to act!? Ken sighed, trying his ribs again. Still, no luck. However, he noticed something. The higher up he went, the more Ken’s laugh raised in volume, turning a bit more panicked. Ken grinned smugly, knowing he’d hit the jackpot. He continued crawling his hand up until he reached Ken’s exposed armpits, scribbling into the hollows of them.

The reaction was golden.

A squeal had made its way through Ken’s clenched teeth, and he burst into hysterics, his eyes screwed shut in a vain attempt to drive the overpoweringly ticklish feeling down in intensity.

“KEHEHEN! W-WAHAIT, WAHAHAIT!” Ken pleaded, as he was now finally making futile strives to free his wrists from Ken’s grip.

“Aaaand weak spot, acquired.” Ken announced, that grin still on his face.

“Ken?”

Oh no. Ken knew that voice all too well. The two’s heads whipped to where the voice had come from, both the crowds going silent. There was Barbie, stood next to a deckchair by the entrance to the beach. However, instead of frowning like a disappointed mother, she was smiling.

“What’s going on here?” Ken instantly got up, scrambling over to Barbie and throwing his arms around her.

“Oh, Barbie! Thank goodness you’re here! He-“ Ken pointed accusingly to his opponent, who was currently catching his breath. “-has been tormenting me!”

“Really? ‘Cause it seemed like you were tormenting him.” Barbie corrected, still smiling at Ken. Normally she would’ve scolded Ken for beaching off and roughhousing, but she could clearly tell no harm had been done here.

“Yeah, well- he did it first!” Ken protested, clinging onto Barbie like a koala on a tree. Ken had gotten up at this point, chuckling and running a hand through his hair.

“Maybe I did. But you also might’ve been harder to take down if you actually properly fought back.” Ken felt his cheeks warm up as he shook his head defensively.

“Nuh-uh!” He then buried his face into Barbie’s shoulder, Barbie also chuckling as she comfortingly patted his head. She could tell Ken might’ve enjoyed the beach off a little bit, embarrassed as he was to admit to it.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here and let this cool down.” Barbie assured, walking with Ken still holding onto her. The crowds started to disperse as Ken headed off with his crowd, some checking on him and others impressed by his strong performance.

“This isn’t over, Ken!”

“You’re right! I didn’t even tap out!”

“Well, you were totally about to!”

“Was not!”

“Was too!”

“We’re gonna finish this another time, you know!”

“That’s right!” Ken then turned his head to Barbie. “Barbie, will me and Ken be allowed to beach off again?” She thought for a moment, she definitely wasn’t against this new move the two were using against each other.

“Hmmm, as long as you keep it to tickles and don’t hurt each other then yes, it’s absolutely fine.” Ken lit up as he called back to his ‘rival’.

“You hear that, Ken?!”

“Oh, I heard it alright!”

“You are so going down next time!”

“Not if you go down first, Ken! Oh wait, you already did this round!”

Barbie rolled her eyes with a smile as the two bickered. She’d never been a fan of beach offs.

But she was without a doubt getting a front row seat for the next round.