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missamyrisa2 · 2 years

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Hello my dearest Amy~

As of today, I'm stuck in a 5 an a half hour car ride, with frequent stops making it longer. I'll be in the same car ride back on Sunday... any tips/teases to keep my forgetful brain occupied on either teasing my dearest friend or vise-versa?

I'd love to hear your most out there ideas, love~ 💜

~ Faithful Purpley Forgetful ~

Oooh my sweet beautiful ticklish purpley forgetful ~<33 I am so, so and so very sorry I wasn't able to get to your ask before the weekend was over. I nearly started telling people causing the drama in my life that there is a ticklish adorable cutie who needs my help!!

But if Amylicious could fly back a day in time this is the advice I would give, and maybe it'll be helpful in the future~<3

Consider that we tickly types concoct all sorts of complex scenarios and setups as vessels to deliver those amazing sensations. Why, this weekend as I was in the throes of busy boredom, I couldn't stop this vision from reappearing no matter how much I resisted. It was like a misty cloud that kept reforming and taking on scenes from this story. The city is being tormented by mysterious flying crafts. They've been programmed to locate a particular target~ and their nefarious tactic is to sneak up behind, hovering silently as they deploy a mechanical hand to goose their potential mark. As the hapless target yelps and giggles, another mechanical hand is there to grasp at their undies with a plunging snatch. Lifted helplessly before glowing red scanning eyes, the potential of them being the correct target is measured by an array of tickly beams, going all over those hot spots on the body. If the pattern of ticklish zones is a match, the next test is administered. A hook catches their shirt and lifts to expose a beautiful belly. With a whirr, a mechanical appendage slides forth and opens into a collection of spider-like legs ~ each is tipped with a suction-cup like device which attaches to their tummy. The cool suction holds their belly taut so the center tool can deploy, a device looking like a fluffy drill, swirling out as a bright light illuminates the navel. As the potential target struggles madly, the probe descends and begins testing that giggle button mercilessly sliding in and out and swirling around the rim. Audio recording devices slide out and hover around them as the machine tests and tests. Should the audio be a match with the previous scan, the target has been confirmed. A broadcast is sent from this hunter/tickler bot, and soon from all over a swarm of them dot the skyline, like a swarm of angry bees. Their spherical dark metal forms tremble and endless sensory appendages spring forth - hands, brushes, fluffers, vibrators. These dastardly machines were designed to locate a superhero with a ticklish weakness, and they've found them. Fight as they might, the machines are quick to wear the hero's resistance down darting around and teasing their body on all those scanned hot spots. And this isn't even the end of their night, because the villain who sent them is quick to arrive at the right time, and fully intends to have their way with this subdued hero~

From there my vision devolves into a matrix of different villains. The mad scientist with milking/teasing machines, the icy villainess with an equally icy appendage, a faceless corporate board testing their new tech, a giggly girl who stumbled into a villain's lair and started pressing buttons and will have a fun time when the hero is brought back, a technomancer witch who needs the essence of a ticklegasm for their concoction, a mothership with aliens, and y'know, so on and so forth.

What was I talking about? Oh yeah, forget all that complex scenario stuff. I mean, it's ridiculously hot to imagine these tickle machines and a wicked tickler controlling them and exchanging the mechanical cold tickles with a deviously teasy personal touch. It's so adorably arousing to think about your body being scanned, examined, probed, tested, and taunted. A mere instrument brought to the haze of giggly madness and the brink of a ticklegasm over and over again under a knowing smile and relentlessly cooing voice.

But we don't need all that. Because when it comes down to it, I can be right next to you, my adorably sweet purpley anon. I can just start telling you how cute you are, and that you're amazingly sweet and creative. And that your hair is just ooh so perfect and how I'd love to lightly run my fingers through it as I look into your eyes and blow you kisses that are completely innocuous but I know you'll imagine how they'd feel on your ticklish belly. I'm only grazing an ear but I know how you love that touch. I don't even need to tickle you. I can ask if you know how cute it is that you're ticklish. That it's so funny how ticklish your neck is, like if a feather touched it you would probably blush and giggle. Hey, kind of like how you are now! You see sweetheart, you're so amazing that the tickles are like this invisible pixie cloud that flutters above you at all times raining down the sweetness into your aura. I'm no superhero but I can absolutely see those ticklies as they sparkle and twinkle around your gorgeous eyes~ and I know you can feel me cataloging your spots and imagining those crazy scenarios to which you would slot into perfectly.

I know all of these things because I'm just as susceptible. You can see why I had to get on the offense immediately and scramble your offenses with implied subtle teases ~<3 stop tickling your self <3

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butwhyduh · 5 years

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Snow pt 2

Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: danger, maybe language.

Word count: 1831

Summary: part 2 of Snow. Peter Parker has to find Doc Ock and stop him from using the blood. For @petersshirts challenge.

Peter woke up suddenly. He sat up and the room spun. Sunlight streamed through the window blinds and Peter instantly knew he over slept. Doc Ock could have done anything with his blood by now.

You shuffled in your sleep and pressed your head into his chest. His heart constricted an how soft and vulnerable you looked. You trusted him completely and Peter never felt he deserved it. He hated to wake you but gently shook your shoulder.

"Peter," you said groggily. You rubbed your eyes. They felt heavy and swollen from crying. The night before finally connected and flooded your mind. You grabbed Peter tightly around the waist. Your heart pounded in fear.

"Its okay, baby. You're okay," Peter said softly. "I hate to do this, but I have to stop Doc Ock. Who knows what he could do with my blood?"

"Oh, okay. I understand," you said letting him go. Peter slowly stood and grabbed his Spider-Man outfit to pull it on. You turned as he shrugged off his sweats and put it on. Peter looked at his phone furiously.

"I don't know if it's good or bad that there's no news," he said running a hand through his hair. You could see his mind moving fast.

"I hope that's good news. Maybe Mr Stark can help you," you suggested standing up. Peter scowled.

"I can talk to him if I need to. I'm going to go back to the scene for clues. Are you okay? Do you need to stay with aunt May?" Peter asked knowing your family wasn't close by. You shook your head.

"Peter, be safe," you said holding his face. He smiled softly. "I'll be waiting."

"O-Okay," he said wrapping his arms around your waist. "I'll be fine." Peter kissed you softly. He pulled away and grabbed his mask.

"I'll be back later. Just- just be safe, okay?" Peter said climbing out the window. You heart pounded but you nodded.

Peter swung across the city. Thank God Mr Stark put a heater in the suit as snow frosted everything. It made it hard for the web's to stick and a few times Peter slipped and had to shoot another web to catch himself.

He arrived at the top of the building Doc Ock had held you. Other than a few pricks in the metal from his claws, it was hard to tell anything happened.

"Karen, analyze the scene," Peter said.

"Activating Dronie." The small bug flew around the roof scanning everything. "Blood is detected. Analyzing DNA. From Peter Parker. It is your blood, Peter."

"The blood spilled?" Peter asked softly. His whole body relaxed. How much blood? "Doc Ock has 4 extra arms and can't catch my throw."

"It is approximately 4 ml in volume."

"How much is in a blood vial?"

"10 ml in the standard blood vial."

"Crap. That's less than half. How much blood is needed to test?"

"Most tests take 1 to 2.5 ml. A standard vial of 10 ml can easily be taken for standard testing according to American Medical Association," Karen said.

"If he has all 6 ml not lost... he could do so many tests. I hate to do it, but I need Mr Stark's help. Call Tony Stark," Peter said resigned.

"Pete, I don't really have time for this. I'm a little busy planning a wedding," Tony answered.

"Its important. Its about Doc Ock."

"Meet me at the tower in 20."

Peter paced the entry of the first floor. He had gotten to the building in 6 minutes. He wanted to pull off the mask but was waiting until Tony got there and they went somewhere private.

"Okay, Spider-Man, let's go to my office," Tony said walking in. Peter followed him to the elevator. "So what has Octo done now?"

Peter pulled off his mask. "He threw a pole into a cafe I was at and when I was helping people out, he kidnapping my girlfriend. She's okay. I got her back. But Doc got some of my blood first. About 6 ml. And I don't know what to do."

"Uh okay. That's a lot. Did you check the scene? Traffic cams?"

"I didn't think of traffic cams," Peter admitted. Tony pulled up the footage on a screen. His eyebrows raised as he watched the scene in front of him. "You should have definitely called me earlier. She could have died. How is she?"

"She's scared. I've got to stop him before he gets her again," Peter confessed.

"I'm calling Happy to pick her up. We don't need to worry about any one but Octo right now," Tony said texting Happy Hogan.

The footage continued and Tony hopped throughout street cameras and atm cameras to follow the many limbed man. Finally they see him crawl through a window 5 stories up in an office building.

"I guess we found our guy," Tony said.

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You never expected to have Happy Hogan to be at your apartment. You only knew who he was from Peter talking all about Mr Stark and the tower. Even though Peter had super powers he never felt like an Avenger. He was just Peter.

Happy Hogan squinted as he looked at your door. He wasn't sure this was the right apartment. You quickly threw a hoodie on an answered the door.

"Hello?"

"Are you Y/n? Peter Parker's girlfriend?" Happy asked.

"I am."

"I'm supposed to take you to the tower for your safety. Peter was supposed to call you," he said. Your phone rang and you saw a text from Peter saying what Happy said.

"Okay, let me get my stuff," you said grabbing your backpack and coat. Finals were coming up soon.

"Another one with a backpack. I see why you date Spider-Boy. The car is over here," he motioned towards the left of the building.

You settled in the back of the limo. You didn't want to seem new to all if this but you couldn't help but look around at everything. Happy rolled up the blind separating the front from the back and the ride was silent. Until you were halfway to the tower.

You were jolted across the cab and the car spun until it stopped. You panted and looked out the window thinking it was a car accident. Happy called out from the front seat. "Are you okay, kid?"

"Y-yeah, what happened?" You asked sitting. The door to the back seat was ripped open and you shrieked in horror. Doc Ock climbed in the backseat as you crawled away. You pulled your taser from your backpack and zapped him on the chest.

His claws ripped at the seat and he roared in pain. "You little-"

He was ripped from the car. You gasped and looked to see Peter attempting to use his webs to hold Doc Ock down. "Not. A. Good. Way. To talk. To girls. Man."

Doc easily snipped the webs and grabbed Peter tightly around the waist. Peter tried to web to the building and use leverage to pull away but the webs didn't stick in the heavy snow. "Come on dude!"

You shrieked as Peter was drug up the building. His hands dug into the metal and he groaned as it tightened around him. Suddenly a white yellow light flashed across the claw holding Peter and Doc Ock shrieked and dropped him.

Peter shot webs at the buildings but they didn't stick as he plummeted towards the ground. Finally he hooked around a lamp post and only his legs scrapped the pavement. Peter groaned and slipped to the ground. You raced to him and pulled his mask off.

"In fine. I'm fine," Peter waved off.

Iron man was fighting Doc Ock. A piece came off his suit and wrapped around 2 of the claws and bound them close. Doc immediately used the other claws to try and hack at the device. Iron man released another device to wrap Doc Ock up. "Two for one sale today, Octo," Tony said.

Happy ran to you and Peter. "Are you okay?" He asked. Peter nodded and tried to stand up. "No way," Happy said holding Peter down.

"But Mr Stark needs-"

"No he doesn't," Happy said as iron man wrapped up Doc Ock. The police were arriving on scene.

You looked at his suit as Happy helped Peter to a Stark car that followed Tony. There were bloody cuts around Peter's ribs and he didn't want to put weight on his left leg. You climbed in the back seat with him. Out the window you could see iron man taking Doc Ock away.

"Where are they taking him?" Peter asked.

"A supermax enhanced persons prison. They'll probably see if they can remove the claws first," Happy answered.

Peter sat back in the seat as Happy drove towards the tower. Peter turned to you softly and wrapped his arms around your neck. You softly hugged him back avoiding his cuts.

"How did you know that Doc would attack?" You asked confused.

"Spidey sense went off and I was coming to your apartment when I saw him. I actually jumped out the window while talking to Mr Stark. He was wearing welding gear so it took him a minute to get here. What did you do to Doc before I grabbed him?" Peter asked.

"I tased him. I didn't expect it to work," you smiled.

"You... tased Doc Ock? ....Wow. You could have been killed," Peter said concerned.

"So could you," you said grabbing his face. Peter looked at you deeply and wrapped his hands around your. You leaned in and kissed him. His lips were cold from the weather. His hands slid to behind your head and into your hair. The kiss deeper before you heard a fake cough.

You had both forgotten about Happy driving. You broke apart and you hid your face in Peter's shoulder. Peter laughed nervously.

"Sorry, Happy."

"Yeah, yeah. Just wait until we're back at the tower and I don't gave to be a witness."

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"What about my blood?" Peter asked nervously when Tony Stark got back to the tower.

"It was in his lab. He was running tests on it. Luckily last year when they arrested him, they took all of his equipment. He acquired it back but had to settle for out of date stuff to not get noticed, probably. So thankfully it was pretty slow and he didn't get anything of any importance. Except your blood type," Tony smiled.

Peter visibly relaxed. "Oh great, Mr Stark."

"Why don't we talk about where you live. Why don't we move you and the girlfriend in the tower? It'll be a lot safer," Tony suggested.

"Oh,... I don't know... uh, I think we're okay. Nothing happened at the apartment. But thanks a lot," Peter said. Tony nodded. This wasn't the first time Peter had turned him down.

"Offer stands. I'll let you get home."

Peter nodded before grabbing your hand. "Thanks Mr Stark."

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