#ticklish!natasha

[widowsistersandfriends]

Sneak Peek

Summary: You are too eager to open your presents, so you figure one peek won't hurt. The Avengers know just the right way to playfully punish you.

Note: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! I hope you guys have been able to spend quality time with family and friends! I hope you enjoy this fic!

Word Count: 1644

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You were living at the Avengers compound with many of the Avengers, including the Widow sisters, Steve, Peter, Wanda, Kate and many others. This was your second time celebrating Christmas with them, so you were more used to the traditions. 

Bright and early in the morning, you guys would open presents and then eat a nice big breakfast. Each year they would rotate who would cook. This year, it was you, Peter and Wanda. However, you were looking forward most to opening presents. You were so eager that you couldn’t wait for morning.

You snuck downstairs quietly, making sure to not make any noise to not get caught. You tiptoed towards the tree, using your phone flashlight to look for the gifts that had your name on it. You grabbed a box that had your name on it, being careful to not let the wrapping paper make too much noise. 

You had succeeded in making a pile of your gifts and were ready to start peeking. However, you were so focused on being quiet that you didn’t notice Fanny and Lucky coming up behind you. The two dogs were so interested in the tree and presents and came up next to you. Fanny licked your face, as Lucky nuzzled into your neck.

You let out a yelp of surprise, gently pushing the dogs away.

“Fanny! Lucky! What are you guys doing?” You whispered, knowing the dogs would not answer.

The dogs panted and started sniffing the boxes around you.

“Don’t open those!” You said, trying to move them away from the dogs. However, you got frazzled and let a few boxes topple, causing a loud noise. 

You panicked and wondered about what to do next. You could either stay and tell them the truth, stay and blame it on the dogs, or run and hide in your bedroom.

You decided to stay and blame it on the dogs.

“I owe you one,” you whispered to the dogs, as they continued to smile. 

“Y/N, what on earth is going on?” Natasha asked, walking out and looking half asleep.

“The dogs were trying to open the presents, so I came down to try and stop them before it was too late,” you explained, hoping that your lie would work.

Natasha eyed you suspiciously, knowing that the dogs were asleep before they went to bed.

“How did you know they were opening the presents?” Natasha asked you.

“Umm, I just heard them,” you insisted stubbornly.

“You know we have security cameras around the compound, right?” Natasha said, now smirking.

“Don’t check them!” You blurted out

“What is all this racket?” Yelena said, coming out of their bedroom, her accent strong as she had just woken up.

“I caught Y/N lying and trying to peek at her presents,” Natasha said, as you shook your head and tried to retell your lie to Yelena. 

“It was your crazy dog!” You insisted, scooting away from the two sisters.

“Let’s just see, shall we?” Natasha said, reviewing the security camera footage with Yelena.

Just as the footage ended, you made a run for your room.

“Get back here, Y/N!” The two sisters called after you.

“Never!” You shouted, giggling because you knew you were busted.

You closed the door quickly to your room, only to have it opened a second later.

“No! Leave!” You said through giggles, as you backed up against the headboard of your bed.

“You’re in so much trouble, little one,” Yelena said, as the two sisters pounced on you and pinned you to the bed.

“Nohohoho! Lehehet me gohohoho,” you giggled hysterically.

“We’re not even tickling you yet,” Natasha said with a grin.

“Buhuhut I knohohow you wihill,” you giggled, shrieking as Natasha began drilling into your ribs.

“GAAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP,” you screamed, unable to squirm much underneath them.

“I can’t stop because I have to tickle little girls who lie all the time,” Natasha said, listening to the sweet sound of your giggles.

“Me too,” Yelena said, now tickling your feet and joining in.

“NOHOHO IHIHIT’S TOHOO MUHUHUCH,” you cried, feeling tears welling up in your eyes.

“Awww what are you, a little baby?” Natasha teased, worming her hands into your armpits.

You wheezed with laughter, tapping the bed to signal that you surrendered.

The two girls let you have a break, knowing that you were too ticklish to handle them for a long time all at once. 

“So, are you going to tell the truth?” Yelena asked, giving your knee a squeeze.

“No!” You yelped, trying to pull your leg away.

“Liars get tickled~” Yelena said, switching spots with Natasha and squeezing your sides rapidly.

“AHAHAHAHAHAA NOHOHO MOHOHORE,” you squealed, arching your back to no avail.

“Admit it,” Yelena said, grinning down at you.

“OHOHOKAY FIHIHINE IHIHI WAHAHAS SNOOHOHOOPING,” you shouted, laughing until you were pink.

“That’s what I thought,” Yelena said, poking your tummy.

“You guys are so rude,” you pouted.

“Aww c’mon don’t act like you don’t love to be tickled,” Natasha teased, as you blushed and didn’t answer.

“It’s late, Y/N, you need to go to sleep,” Yelena scolded playfully. 

“It’s a little too late for that,” Natasha said, as the sun started to rise.

“Well, guess you’ll get to open those presents after all,” Yelena said.

“So you tickled me for nothing?” You asked in disbelief.

“Oh don’t worry, we had a blast,” Natasha said, as you rolled your eyes playfully. 

The three of you headed downstairs to open presents. You eagerly greeted the others downstairs, excited to open presents. You all sat in a circle and took turns opening your gifts. You received some new clothes, a book of your favorite series, a new journal, and some colored pens.

“Alright, let’s get that breakfast going,” Wanda said, in charge of the two kids helping her.

“Do we have to,” you and Peter both whined, wanting to play with and use your new gifts.

“I know you guys want to play that new video game Peter got, but this year it’s our turn to cook,” Wanda said.

“I refuse,” you said cheekily, as Wanda raised an eyebrow at you.

“Is that so?” She asked.

You nodded your head nervously, as Wanda pinned you with her powers immediately.

“No please! I’ve already been tickled,” you pleaded, knowing that this time would be even worse. 

“You can never have too many tickles,” Wanda said, squeezing your hips.

“HAHHAHAHAHAAHA,” you laughed, unable to hold it in.

“You know there’s no escaping this, Y/N,” Wanda said, using her nails to tickle under your chin, making you squeal with laughter.

“Wow, you’re ticklish everywhere,” Wanda teased, as you shook your head in denial.

“STAHAHAHAHAP,” you cried, as Wanda tickled away at your stomach.

“PEHEHETER IHIHISNT HEHEHELPING EITHER!” You cried, trying to avert their attention.

“Hmm, you’re right,” Wanda said, pinning the young boy next to you.

“Steve? Wanna help?” Wanda asked.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Steve said, switching positions with Wanda. The witch was now by Peter, pinning his arms above his head and tickling his armpits.

“NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE,” he cried, knowing that his armpits were his worst spot.

“You’re just as much of a troublemaker as Y/N,” Wanda teased, as the poor boy was crying with laughter.

Steve came over to you, giving you a smirk.

“Well well well, what do we have here, Y/N? You just can’t stop causing trouble huh?” Steve asked, going towards your feet.

You groaned in anticipation, curling up your toes to protect them.

“Just get it over with,” you whined.

Steve decided to mess with you, going for a spot you weren’t expecting. He started to tickle your shins and over the tops of your feet, making you jerk out of surprise.

“GAH NO WHY AHAHAA,” you laughed, jumping from the sensation.

“Gotta continue the storyline of you being ticklish everywhere,” Steve said, now scratching behind the back of your knee.

“STAHAHAHAP THAHAHAT TIHIHICKLES,” you shouted.

“That’s the point,” Steve said with a grin.

“Now are you and Peter gonna help with the cooking?” Steve asked, continuing to torment your lower body.

You looked over at Peter, as he had given in after a bit of tickling from Wanda. She was the ultimate ler, but you were also the most stubborn girl on earth, so you were not going to give in.

“Maybe Peter will help, but I won’t,” you said stubbornly, sticking your tongue out at Steve.

“Guess we gotta go for the kill, huh?” Wanda said, as Steve sat on your hips and Wanda sat above your hands.

“OH GOD NO! WAIT! I’LL HELP!” You quickly gave in.

“Hmm, I think we have to make sure,” Wanda said, as she used her magic to tickle all over your neck and started raking her nails rapidly in your bare armpits. Meanwhile, Steve began to wiggle his finger in your belly button, making you shriek with laughter.

“OHOHO MY GOHOHOD STAHAHAP IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAD!” You screamed.

“Yeah? Then we must be doing our job right,” Steve teased, as your face turned bright red from the laughter and embarrassment. 

“IHIHI CAHAHAHANT! HEHEHELP IHIHI GIHIHIVE,” you cried, panting as they finally let you up.

“That’s what you get for being a brat,” they all said, making you feel greatly outnumbered.

“I am not a brat,” you insisted.

“We know you love being tickled, so the brat role fits you well,” Yelena chimed in, ruffling your hair.

You pouted and would never admit it, but you also knew you couldn’t take anymore tickles, so you decided to go help cook.

That Christmas was one of your favorites since it was the first time you helped cook the traditional breakfast. You looked forward to spending more time with them as the years went on, which also conveniently came with something you loved. Tickles.

#natasha romanoff #yelena belova #peter parker #steve rogers #wanda maximoff #ticklish!reader #ticklish!natasha #ler!natasha #ler!steve rogers #ler!wanda #ler!yelena #lee!reader #lee!peter #natasha romanov #mcu tickle #marvel tickle #black widow #marvel tickle fic #tickle fic #natasha x reader #wanda x reader #tickle fics #mcu tickle fic #christmas fic #Christmas #ticklish!peter #marvel #spiderman #captain america

[gigglymarvel]

The Training Session (Natasha x Wanda)

Summary: Natasha takes Wanda under her wing and trains her up in basic self defence. Then Nat discovers something that even Wanda didn’t know about. (Word count: 2634)

Wanda peered into the training area nervously, wearing her sports gear as she watched Natasha train with the punch bag. She stepped in and offered a shy smile. “Hey… you wanted to train me?” Wanda called out quietly.

"Hey Wanda," Nat greeted with a soft smile, contrasting her hard punches into the bag as she wrapped up with a roundhouse kick, "Good to see you've got your gear." She noted as she walked over to the younger woman.

“I found it somewhere deep in the bottom of my drawers.” Wanda told her, watching her with fascination in her eyes. “So uh… what are you going to do with me?” She asked.

Nat smiled, taking a long drink from her water bottle before answering, "Well you've got power, that's for sure. I can't make magic, but you also need to be able to handle yourself in hand-to-hand combat,"

Wanda nodded in understanding, knowing Natasha had a very valid point, even though this kind of fighting was not in her comfort zone, she wanted to impress Nat, as she has always looked up to her. “Okay… where do we start?”

Natasha gave Wanda her signature smirk, "Blocking," she said, "But first we work on your stance," she said and demonstrated a basic fighting stance.

“So do you want me to do the same or go to fight you?” Wanda asked, going as if to punch Nat through her stance, before copying her stance. “How’s this?”

Nat smiled approvingly, "Not bad, but you're a little tense," the redhead said and pushed her gently, setting her off balance. "You have to be able to move on your feet and catch yourself when someone tries to set you off balance,"

Wanda nodded, stumbling to the side but easily picking herself up again. “Sorry, I guess I’m nervous.” She admitted quietly.

Natasha smiled softly, "It's okay, it's normal to be nervous when you're learning something new," she said and then gently came close to Wanda, "May I touch you?"

The young witch nodded, tensing up a little as she admittedly didn’t know what to expect. She was nervous, but she watched Nat’s every move to see what she was about to do.

She gently adjusted Wanda's shoulders and legs, "Minor adjustments, Wands," Nat said reassuringly. She then moved to turn Wanda's torso to the side, her hands gently resting with one on her back and one pushing her tummy to turn her body.

Wanda nodded again, mentally noting every change Nat was making. However the second Natasha touched her belly, she couldn’t help but feel it twitch, she gave Nat a confused look, not quite understanding what that feeling was.

Nat smiled, "Oh sorry, is someone a little ticklish?" She said, trying to be lighthearted as she knew it sometimes helped get trainees out of their heads.

The Scarlet Witch innocently looked at her with a blank expression, she had heard that word before, but she didn’t know what it meant. Maybe it was a sensitivity to a certain attack during a fight? She shrugged in response, curious to find out what it was.

Natasha tilted her head, "Ticklish?" The Widow had to think, "I'm trying to think of how to define the word…sensitive to light touch?" She offered, chuckling at herself, which made Wanda raise her eyebrows in confusion.

“Uh… light touch? I dunno… is this relevant to the training?” Wanda asked quietly, stepping back a little so she wasn’t too close to Nat. Although the two were beginning to bond over time, she didn’t want to feel like she was in Nat’s personal bubble.

"It could be," Nat smiled gently, "Can you step back closer for me so I can see if you have this sensitivity, it might be something relevant to combat," she said, the slightest hint of mischief hidden in her eyes.

Wanda gave her a confused and concerned look, but nodded anyway, knowing she could get away whenever she wanted. She raised her eyebrows at the ex-assassin before stepping back towards her.

Natasha gently set a hand on her tummy and gently fluttered her fingers over to see if Wanda was ticklish there.

Sure enough, Wanda flinched, stepping back immediately as she covered her stomach. “That… didn’t hurt?” She told Nat, clearly confused over what she just felt.

"It tickled," Natasha explained, "Are you uncomfortable?" she asked, making sure the young witch wasn't feeling taken the spy wasn't taking advantage of her. Wanda simply shook her head in response.

“No… it just felt like nothing else I’ve ever felt before. What has this got to do with sparring?” Wanda asked innocently, brushing the feeling Nat’s fingers left on her stomach away.

"Well, actually, this can be a good way to test for spots you need to protect," Nat smiled, getting in her fighting stance again, "You wanna try some blocking?" She asked, a playfully sinister plan coming to rise in her mind.

Wanda nodded, copying Nat’s stance the best she could, whilst still being overly cautious about what just happened and how Natasha could use Wanda’s lack of knowledge about it to her advantage. “Sure…”

Natasha smiled, throwing light punches toward Wanda, and when she turned a little too far forward, she tickled Wanda's tummy softly, "Careful not to leave yourself exposed," the redhead teased goodnaturedly.

Wanda done a pretty decent job at blocking her punches, but she couldn’t help but jump back and protect her belly whenever Nat attacked. “That is so weird! Why does it make me want to laugh?!”

"Well, scientists aren't sure but there's both a play and self-protection aspect to it. Most people are ticklish where they could be injured in a fight or battle. But, it's also how a lot of parents bond with their kids or friends or romantic partners bond too." Nat offered, smiling softly at her, "Your tummy appears to be quite a tickle spot. Do you think you're ticklish anywhere else?"

The young witch listened, she may have had brief moments where her parents got her when she was younger, but she had pretty much no memory of it. Although she was trying to think back to those innocent times, she ended up shaking her head in response, the trauma was too present in her head.

"Would you like me to see if you're ticklish anywhere else?" The ex-assassin offered gently, not wanting to push Wanda too far, but genuinely wanting to be closer with her and build a rapport both for her training and for the younger woman's benefit, and maybe even so she had another woman in the complex as a friend.

“Uhh… sure, I guess.” Wanda shrugged, unsure about what she just consented to, but went along with it anyway. “Do I… have to do anything?” She asked awkwardly.

"Either stand or lay with your arms above your head," Nat shrugged, "I promise none of it will hurt, but it could be a strange sensation for you. And you can tell me stop at any time." She reassured.

Wanda nodded, thinking it would be more comfortable to lay down, so she did just that. She got comfortable and put her arms over her head, still a little hesitant about the whole ordeal.

The Widow nodded, "I was hoping you'd lay, not sure if you're going to squirm," she winked, "I'm going to start off soft and gentle, okay?" She said, resting her fingers poised like spiders on Wanda's wrists.

"Tell me to stop anytime and I will the moment you say," Nat said as she slowly drug her fingers down Wanda's arm with the lightest of pressure.

Wanda scrunched her face up, nodding in response as she immediately slammed her arms down, shivering at the sensation. “It’s so strange…”

"Oh?" Natasha smirked playfully, wiggling her fingers above Wanda, but not touching her, "Would you like me to stop?"

Wanda shrugged. “I’m just scared I’m going to use my magic and hurt you by mistake or just smack in you in general.” She admitted quietly.

Natasha smiled, "Oh Wanda, I trust you. Besides..you might find tickling at certain levels makes you feel unable to use or remember that you have magic," she offered, running her fingers through Wanda's hair to comfort her as she looked her over fondly.

The younger woman nodded, slowly putting her arms up once again, bracing herself by letting out a breath. “Okay… I’m ready.”

Natasha smiled and nodded, "Okay, Ticktickticktickle!" She said as she lightly tickled down and then into her armpits, watching for Wanda's reactions.

“Why are you saying it over and over again?” Wanda asked, already beginning to squirm and bite back a smile, the sensation was already a lot for her as she attempted to keep her cool.

"Oh, it's teasing," Natasha explained, "It can make you want to laugh more and intensify the sensation," she said as she then tried skittering softly down Wanda's ribs.

Wanda nodded before letting out a squeal, she immediately shoved Nat away as she covered her ribs. “AH! That was so weird!” She giggled out shyly.

"But it didn't hurt?" asked the Widow.

“Nohohoho?” She replied, letting herself go now as she continued to giggle and kick out. Her kicks gave Nat the idea as she moved down to Wanda's feet and took off her trainers and socks, running a finger up each arch, "I wonder if you have ticklish feet?"

Wanda yelped and moved quickly to sit on her feet, letting out nervous giggles as she shyly poked her tongue out and shrugged in response to Natasha’s question.

"Oh? Not gonna let me get those huh?" Natasha teased and wiggled her fingers at the brunette, "So what do you think of tickles?"

“I don’t… hate them…” Wanda admitted almost silently, feeling extremely flustered as she shyly looked away from Nat’s wriggling fingers.

"No?" Nat smirked and surprised her with a few skitters into her tummy. "Want to try some sparring with a twist again…or do you want me to see if your feet are ticklish?"

Wanda flinched and squealed, shrugging in response. “It’s uh… up to you.” She replied, blushing as she covered her belly.

"Well it depends, do you want to try using this…tactic in our sparring or are you more curious about your own sensitivity?" Natasha said with a gregarious smile and a mischievous wink.

Wanda shrugged, knowing she was doing this with Natasha for a reason. As much as she was curious about the sensation, she knew she had to get trained up in self-defence. “What do you think?” She asked.

"I'd say we're off to a good sparring lesson so far, now show me what you learned," the Widow said with a wink, although she had plans to add some tickles to the mix.

Wanda nodded, her confidence growing a little as she took the opportunity to tackle Nat back down to gently dig into her ribs. “Am I doing it?” She asked, feeling a little shy about this but still giving it a good go.

"AHAHAHA! YEHEHEES!" Natasha squealed in surprise, "I DIHIIHIHDNT THIHINK YOUUHUHU'D BEHEHE SUHUHUCH a QUIHIHCK stuhuhuhuhudy,"

“Guess I am.” Wanda shrugged, shaking in for a few more seconds before pulling away, not wanting to take it too far as she offered Nat a shy smile.

Natasha suddenly wrapped Wanda in a tight one-armed hug, "You did good kid," she said, still blushing a little, but feeling closer to Wanda, "So, you wanna try some more blocking and get the rest of this training session knocked out, or shall we break for dinner?" She winked.

“We can carry on, just don’t be mean to me.” Wanda smiled a little, hugging her back before stepping away to stretch and crack her knuckles in preparation.

Natasha chuckled, "Mean? Never," she winked and stretched too, then stood in a fighting stance, "Ready, Sparkles?"

Wanda blushed at the nickname, shaking her head as she attempted to tackle her.

Natasha managed to dodge, but the attack forced her to move, making the Widow smirk at the younger Avenger, "C'mon Lightning Bug, hit me,"

“I can’t!” Wanda whined, continuing her slightly feeble attempts to hit her. “I just suck too much at this.” She told her, clearly frustrated at herself.

Natasha softened, easing out of her stance, "Let's try blocking again first," she said, kissing her cheek, "The best offense is a good defense,"

Wanda nodded, getting herself ready by stretching once more. “Okay… I’m ready.” She told Nat quietly.

The redhead threw a hit toward Wanda's center, hard enough to make contact but wouldn't cause too much pain. The Scarlet Witch bit her lip, managing to block the attack before Nat could touch her. “How was that?” She asked.

"That was great Wands!" Nat smiled and hugged her, "Oops, I'm so proud I'm breaking character," she winked at the young Avenger. Wanda just blushed and hugged back, before shyly and curiously poked at Natasha’s belly, wanting to explore more.

"Hehe, that tickles!" Nat playfully nudged her, but kept a close hug on her and let her, "You can explore if you'd like," the redhead offered softly, wanting to reassure Wanda this is a safe space.

Wanda nodded and kept poking and prodding at Nats sides and belly, biting her lip as she watched the ex-assassin for her reactions.

Natasha held somewhat strong, but couldn't help biting her own lip and giggling under her breath, "Youhuhu ahehre a gohohod stuhuhudent," she replied, as Wanda shrugged, secretly wanting to feel the sensation again as she wriggled her fingers along Nats belly now.

"Hahahah Hehey!" Nat squealed and then instinctually tickled Wanda back, squeezing up and down her sides, causing the young witch to squeal and slam her arms back against her sides.

“Gahah it’s so weird!” She giggled Noooo out, taking a few steps back as she wrapped her arms around her upper body, a shy smile on her face.

Natasha smirked, "I think someone is having fun," she teased as she wiggled her fingers at Wanda, glad this first training session turned into bonding.

Wanda bit her lip and looked away, trying hard not to crack a smile as she shrugged in response. “You are?” She asked shyly.

"I'm having a blast," she said and then pulled Wanda into her first tickle hug, causing Wanda to squeal and wriggle around, breaking into giggles as she tried to push herself away from her.

Natasha chuckled, "Awwww you've never had a tickle hug before have you?' she cooed and shook into the witch's ribs.

Wanda shook her head and cackled with giggles, wriggling around in an attempt to get away as she leaned back and gently shoved at Nat.

Nat decided to try a new spot and slipped a finger into her tummy button, wiggling like a worm, "Coochiescoochiecoochie coo Wanda!”

“AH-“ Wanda fell to her knees in a fit of giggles, squirming around and trying to push Natasha’s hand away from that spot. “NEHEHEHEEEE!”

"Oh noooo! I found Wanda's tickle button! Ticktickticktickle!' Nat teased as she gently went down with her, catching her to make sure she didn't fall and hurt herself.

Wanda blushed and covered her belly, thrashing around on the padded floor as she grinned. “Nononono you didn’t!”

"Yes I diiiid!" She said as she squeezed her side with one hand and got her tummy button with the other, causing Wanda to squeal and lean away.

“It’s sohohoho weird!” Wanda giggled out as she lightly shoved at Natasha’s hand. Natasha giggled, "But you're smiling so obviously you're enjoying yourself!" She said before letting up, "Ready to go again?" She said with her hand extended to the witch.

Wanda nodded, giggling a little as she took Nats hand and returned back to her original position, smirking as her confidence grew even more.

“Bring it on.”

#avengers tickle fic #marvel tickle fic #ticklish!wanda #ler!natasha #ler!nat #ticklish!natasha

[winterwidowtickles]

hi! love your stories sm!! could i please request the sentence starters numbers 17 and 24 for winterwidow tickles?? id love to read bucky teasing natasha about how she actually loves being tickled by him, thankyou:)))

“Just because I haven’t tickled you all day, doesn’t mean you have to pout.” Bucky chuckled when he saw the scowl on Natasha’s face when he got home from training with Sam.

The red head looked up and glared at her boyfriend.

“That’s not why I’m pouting, and besides I’m not pouting!” Natasha retorted, oh, so she was in a mood was she? Bucky knew how to fix that.

“You are adorable,” the brunette said kissing her forehead, and suppressing a smile when Natasha stubbornly refused to admit she was in fact, adorable. Which was exactly the reaction Bucky was looking for.

Grabbing Natasha by the waist, Bucky began to kneed her sides, making the widow try to squirm away and bite back her giggles.

“James, don’t!”

“Admit it, you are adorable.” Bucky chuckled, tickling Natasha’s ribs, making the widow bring her arms down trying to trap the teasing fingers.

“No!”

Stubborn. Well that was okay, Bucky had known Natasha long enough to know just how to get her to do what he wanted. Freeing one hand from under her arms, Bucky snuck a hand up under Natasha’s shirt, scratching lightly at the widow’s toned stomach.

As expected, her laughter jumped a few octaves.

“Admit you’re adorable and this all stops.” Bucky said, swirling a single finger in Natasha’s bellybutton, making the woman thrash and cackle with ticklish agony.

“Stop tickling me first!” Bucky’s fingers stilled, but remained poised to attack again, should Natasha’s stubborn streak win out.

“Fine...” Natasha panted, trying to regain her breath.

“I am adorable.” Bucky smiled, satisfied with that answer, and released Natasha. Who rounded on him, the pout from earlier back on her face.

That would never do.

Playfully wiggling his fingers at his girlfriend, Bucky whispered in her ear.

“I guess someone hasn’t been thoroughly cheered up, I guess we’ll just have to fix that won’t we?” 

#belly button tickling #tickle fic #tickle prompts #tummy tickles #rib tickles #lee!natasha #ticklish!natasha #buckynat tickles #natasha romanov is ticklish #ler!bucky #marvel tickle

[maniac4marvel-fluff-addition]

Bye-Bye Miss American Pie

Pairing: Steve x Nat (platonic) - Hurt/Comfort

Summary: (Based on this prompt from a friendly anon.) They say never trust a man with two first names, but does anyone know if you should trust a man with three? Natasha Romanoff can tell you the answer, and that answer is no. Only because he's noisy and will indirectly embarrass you in front of your teammates and show them a video of you singing. But then he'll go out of his way to make you feel better about your singing by proving to you how amazing you are at it in the most obnoxious way. So I guess in a way the answer can also be a yes.

Word Count: 5887

CWs: slight spoilers for Black Widow, mention of guns, a handful of cussing, this is a song fic, this is a tickle fic

I did in fact end up writing this backward. But don't worry it was edited forward, so everything flows lol. This was definitely a challenge but a fun one! This is my first non-reader story. I hope you guys like it <3. I'm sorry this took so long life has been busy.

The morning air was filled with silence, occasionally broken by a wisp of wind cutting through the surrounding forest. The sky was painted in vibrant blues and purples, with hints of oranges as the sun slowly began to peek over the horizon. Natasha laid peacefully under her mountain of covers; the sounds of the outside world nonexistent to her resting mind.

The sound of piercing bells and wind chimes cut through the comforting silence. Turley, a beautiful melody if not for its origin. Natasha's alarm continued to sound off until her hand emerged from under the cocoon of blankets cutting off the piercing sound. She let out a groan as she stretched and stepped out of bed to start her early morning routine.

The grogginess slowly faded as she shuffled around her bathroom. Midway through brushing her teeth, she paused and took a quick glance at her phone.

No new notifications.

Natasha's hand faltered as her fingers hovered over the messaging app. She took a deep breath and placed her phone on the counter going back to her routine. She continued to shuffle around her room pulling out a tank top, a pair of sweatpants, and its matching hoodie to wear for her workout. She grabbed her water bottle and gym bag as she made her way down to the gym.

Thwap

Thwap

Thwap

The sound of fists hitting leather echoed through the training room as Natasha stepped through the double doors. Steve paused his workout as he heard the doors swing open, "Morning," he smiled.

Natasha mumbled a quick morning back. Steve's eyes followed her as she moved across the room towards the bench where he placed his gym bag. Natasha's brows furrowed at whatever sat on her phone's screen. She stopped next to the bench and tossed her bag and phone down with a huff.

"You feeling alright?"

"I'm fine," she quickly adjusted her posture, "Are you? I think I see your first punching bag over there," she tossed a teasing smile in his direction.

Steve rolled his eyes, "Ha Ha, very funny." He decided not to press the issue yet, 'If Nat needed to talk she would. She's always been a private person.' He resumed his boxing as Natasha made her way across the room to the artillery range.

Natasha cocked her gun and aimed at the target that laid a few yards in front of her. She took a deep breath trying to clear the nagging feeling that lingered in the back of her mind. The restless feeling wanted to reach the front of her mind, fighting any and all other thoughts she dared try to process first.

Steve watched her from across the room; he noted how her heels dug into the ground as if they could crack the concrete beneath them. The gun clicked as she pulled the trigger. They both watched as the bullet soared towards its target. It landed a few inches away from its intended position, though if the target was a real combatant it would have been fatal. She lowered her gun and let out a huff. She rolled her shoulder trying to shrug off the cynical thoughts that now sat at the forefront of her mind.

Steve continued his workout intermittently looking up at Natasha firing at the targets before her. Shot, after shot, her demeanor continued to tense. Her brows were tightly knitted together, and her knuckles slowly turned whiter with each shot. The sound of Steve's final punch echoed across the gym in tandem with a round leaving Natasha's gun. Steve stilled the swinging punching bag, "Hey Nat, do you want to spar?"

She holstered her gun and made her way to the sparring mats, "Sure Cap."

She tossed her hoodie on the bench as she jumped into the ring. Steve tried to make small talk while they both circled each other around the mat. He hoped the Natasha would open up, or at the very least he could distract her from whatever was currently bothering her.

"So how's your day been?"

"Steve it's first thing in the morning, there hasn't been much of a day." She throws a jab at him. Steve let out a mock gasp as he dodged her punch. "Are you saying you haven't been enjoying my company?"

"I was earlier. Treasured every moment."

Steve's brows pinched together, "We weren't talking earlier." She shrugged her shoulders, a cheeky smile framed her face. Steve made a lunge for her, "Rude," and pinned her against his chest. Before Natasha could break free Steve scribbles his fingers across her neck.

Natasha giggles spilled out of her mouth as she struggled against his hold, "Steeeveee! We're supposed to be sparring!" Steve let out a small chuckle as he continued to drag his fingers up and down the length of her neck.

Natasha had very few spots that would elicit laughter, and usually, she wouldn't let herself be on the receiving end of a tickle attack, but right now she couldn't bring herself to break out of Steve's hold immediately. Maybe her guard was slipping more than she realized. Whatever the reason she appreciated little moments like these. Moments that helped make her thoughts and body feel a bit lighter; pushing the troubles her phone was causing further into the back of her mind.

After enduring another minute of Steve's attack he released her from his hold. Natasha leaped across the mat to distance herself from Steve; a few giggles still escaped her as she rubbed her hands along the sides and back of her neck trying to get rid of the remaining phantom tickles.

Steve smiled down at Natasha, his hands still partially outstretched towards her, "All that over a few tickles, Nat?"

She shot him a playful glare, "Like you're any better than me, Cap."

Steve raised his hands, "Fair, no more funny business, promise."

"Fine," she re-entered her fighting stance and nodded at Steve to do the same. Steve kept true to his words sensing that Natasha's mood had improved. They went a few more rounds with little to no more funny business, Steve even managed to pin her again. After their last round, Natasha grabbed her bag and water and waved goodbye, leaving Steve to complete his workout.

Stepping back into her room, Natasha placed her water bottle on the nightstand; she paused for a moment looking longingly at her bed. It was still early enough for her to get a few more hours of sleep; she barely went back to sleep after starting her day. She checked her phone one last time; still no new messages from Yelena. She tossed her phone onto the bed as she let out a heavy sigh; and thought to herself, 'Shower first then bed'. She cringed at the idea of getting into the bed feeling sweaty and sticky.

Natasha kicked off her gym shoes and workout clothes as she entered her room's attached bathroom. The tile floor felt almost comforting beneath her feet, the cool sensation was welcomed after a rough workout. Turning on the shower the tranquil sound of running water filled the room.

While the water heated up she began pulling out all the supplies she needed for her shower. She hummed the lyrics of a song she's heard countless times before; one that Yelena would play at least once every time they had a mission together. She'd roll her eyes every time Yelena insisted on playing it, and groan about how the song was bound to get stuck in her head. She hadn't heard the song in a while and began to miss it almost as much as she missed Yelena. She continued to hum, welcoming the song into the forefront of her mind; hoping it would spread into every corner of her brain pushing out the negative emotions that were flooding her mind.

'It's a standard mission. You knew that there wouldn't be much communication. Yelena can handle herself.' Natasha reminded herself as she moved about the room.

Having Yelena walk back into her life stirred up a whirlwind of emotions. For starters a huge headache, Natasha smiled to herself at the memory of re-meeting her sister at a gunpoint standoff, which soon turned into a messy fistfight. Most people would be horrified to hear the story of how they reunited; even her teammates may cringe at the story, but Natasha found it fitting. She will always be thankful for the day when Yelena found her again.

Now that Natasha had fully accepted Yelena back into her life, they both had to make up for the lost time. Though some would call their methods unorthodox; they spent most of their time together working on taking down the last of the Black Widow program. An extremely daunting mission, especially without the help of her fellow Avengers; the team had become too noticeable, and in some cases, it was even too risky to have herself attend missions. It was always rewarding and an added sense of relief when the mission would go well. Their success marked a step closer to saving more Widows and fully eradicating the program.

Natasha reached her hand under the running stream of water to test its temperature. A content smile formed on her lips, the temperature was perfect. The water heated her skin as she stepped into the shower, it felt amazing against her sore muscles. Natasha's humming slowly turned into quiet mumbling of the song. She thought more about her and Yelena's new life mission, focusing on the little moments she got to enjoy in between the constant battles. She loved the long car rides between each mission point; they were filled with nonsensical conversations and impromptu car karaoke.

Natasha let out a sigh pausing her singing; a new wave of sadness washed over her. She hadn't seen her baby sister in a few months, their schedules had been violently misaligned. Each of them had to take on solo missions, only communicating when the missions were completed, or in rare cases for emergency backup. Even when their schedules align, they never attempted to see each other outside of a mission. She had thought serval times about inviting Yelena over to the Compound but hesitated each time, always questioning if she was ready to tell her new family about her past. Natasha shook her head trying to clear her mind and think of the next lyrics to the song.

She groaned as the words escaped her, "FRIDAY?"

FRIDAY's sweet Irish accent filled the room, "Yes, Miss Romanoff."

Natasha hesitated for a moment before responding, "Can you play the song American Pie for me?"

FRIDAY replied sweetly, "Of course, Ms. Romanoff."

The hidden speakers began to play the opening tune of American Pie. Natasha hummed along to the opening melody. The sounds of the running water rippled over Natasha's voice as she sang the opening lines.

🎶A long, long time ago

I can still remember how that music

Used to make me smile🎶

Her singing started soft and heavy, barely above a whisper as she kept in time to the song's rhythm.

🎶And I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance

And maybe they'd be happy for a while🎶

As the song continued she gained more confidence in her voice. Nodding her head to the beat of the music.

Back in the Compound's training room, Steve was finishing cleaning up the mess of training dummies that were destroyed in the wake of his shield. He carried the last bot over to the return mat, and placed it under the handmade sign that read, 'Training Bot Medbay'. The sign wasn't anything too fancy. It was made by Peter out of a piece of copy paper and red and black markers and secured to the wall with duct tape.

Steve took one more look back over the room, before walking over to the bench where he left his gym bag. On the bench, he spotted a hoodie. 'Oh looks like Nat forgot her hoodie,' Steve thought to himself as he grabbed the hoodie from the bench and placed it on top of his bag. He flicked the lights off as he exited the room heading towards Nat's room.

Steve knocked on Natasha's door waiting for her to respond. The sound of running water and muffled music echoed through the door. 'She must be showering, I'll just leave it on her bed.' Steve opened the door making his way to Natasha's bed. Steve paused mid-stride as he registered that he was not only hearing whatever song Natasha was playing but her voice.

Natasha had reached the chorus of the song. She sang at full volume having a mini-concert with herself.

🎶I started singin' it

Singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie🎶

Steve sat on the edge of Nat's bed completely enthralled by her singing. Natasha's voice was soft with a raspy undertone. He could hear the passion behind each word she belted out. He began nodding his head along to her singing, not only was her voice captivating but the song was pretty catchy. Steve pulled out his phone partially wanting to capture Natasha's breathtaking singing, and the other half wanting to find out what song she was singing. He pressed record on this phone filming the door to the bathroom. Natasha continued to sing along to the chorus.

🎶Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

And singin' "This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die"🎶

Natasha's raspy slow-paced voice picked up in tempo as the song played a guitar riff.

🎶Did you write the book of love

And do you have faith in God above🎶

Steve could hear the laughter and enjoyment in her voice as she continued to sing.

🎶If the Bible tells you so?🎶

Natasha was having a full concert, singing into her shampoo bottle and dancing around the shower. She smiled to herself enjoying the silliness of the situation.

🎶Now do you believe in rock and roll, can music save your mortal soul

And can you teach me how to dance real slow?🎶

Steve wanted to stay and listen longer to her beautiful voice, but he had at least a small amount of self-preservation. He stopped the recording on his phone and placed Natasha's hoodie on the bed. Stepping out of Natasha's room he headed down the hall to his room. Once he was in the safety of his room Steve took a shower of his own.

Natasha sang at the top of her lungs and continued to sing along unaware her solo concert had a surprise attendee. Natasha put down her makeshift microphone and continued her shower routine still singing along to the song.

Moments later, Natasha belted out the last lyrics of the song.

🎶Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

And singin' This'll be the day that I die🎶

Heavy steam-filled her lungs as she took a deep breath. She continued to stand under the water waiting for the last note of the song to finish before she cut off the faucet. Her mind felt more at ease and her spirits were slightly lifted after having a mini-concert. Though she was still keen on taking a few extra hours of sleep.

Now ready to jump back into bed and try starting the day again in a few hours, Natasha leaped onto her bed, haphazardly throwing her blankets over herself. She poked her head out from under her blanketed cocoon, "FRIDAY can you turn off the lights?" Natasha's muffled voice called out.

"Of course, Ms. Romanoff." The lights clicked off as FRIDAY responded.

Refreshed and changed Steve made his way to the Compound's kitchen. It was still early enough that most of the team should still be in bed. Steve wasn't surprised to see Bucky and Sam in the kitchen; they were early risers like himself, though there was no contest that Steve was the earliest riser out of them. Now seeing Tony and Bruce, caused Steve to pause.

Tony was seated next to Bruce at the kitchen island, both looked incredibly exhausted. Bucky sat at the breakfast nook in the far end of the kitchen looking at his phone, while Sam was leaning on the counter waiting for the coffee machine to finish.

"What's wrong with them?" Steve pointed towards Tony who was resting his head on the counter, and Bruce barely keeping his eyes open.

Tony gave a curt response, not lifting his head, "Early experiment." Tony pointed to himself, "No meds," he pointed to Bruce, "No coffee." then pointed in the direction of Steve, "No talking."

Bruce yawned and gave a sleepy wave to Steve. Steve shook his head at Tony's antics and greeted Sam, Bucky, and Bruce. He moved a crossed the kitchen, humming the song he heard Natasha sing while he grabbed a mug from the cabinet. He stood next to Sam waiting for the coffee machine to finish brewing.

Bucky looked up from his phone, "What ya singing, punk?"

"Oh um, a song I heard Nat singing earlier. I don't know the name."

Tony lifted his head from the counter and squinted his eyes at Steve, "Double-O-Seven, that Natasha? Sings?"

Sam gave Steve a questioning look, "And you heard her doing it?"

Steve nodded, "Yeah and she sounds amazing. Do you want to hear her?"

Bucky crossed the room and joins the others, "Oh absolutely."

Steve pulls out his phone and plays the video for the four of them. The video starts with Steve's face in front of the camera before flashing to show the door to Natasha's bathroom next to her closet. Natasha's sweet voice played through the speakers.

🎶Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye🎶

Steve hands Sam his phone as the coffee machine beeps. He reaches for his mug and pores up a cup.

🎶And singin' "This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die" 🎶

The video cuts after a little over a minute of Natasha singing.

"Damn she can sing. Wouldn’t have thought she'd like American Pie." Sam exclaims as he hands Steve back his phone.

"She has a beautiful voice," Bruce states.

Bucky nodded in agreement, "Never thought I'd hear her sing."

"Well looks like our Super Spy, has more talents than we thought. And Cap's noisier than I thought." Tony shoots a quick smirk at Steve.

"Hey, I was returning her hoodie."

Tony shrugs, "Whatever, come on Bruce you have your bean juice let's go do science."

Steve called after the pair, "Did you eat?"

Tony gave a quick shout from down the hall, "Eh order breakfast, we'll come get it!"

The sun had crept further into Natasha's room signaling a few hours had passed since the events of this morning. The sun rays felt warm against her skin, as she was drawn from her slumber. She let out a yawn as she stepped out of bed. Her mind felt more at ease, though her emotions were still slightly delicate. A growl escaped her stomach, 'Time for breakfast', she thought to herself.

Steve greeted Natasha as she entered the kitchen, "Morning Nat." She gave Steve a nod as she weaved her way over to the coffee machine past Sam.

Sam turned to face Natasha, a teasing smile on his face, "Ah the rockstar has graced our presence. Clint beat you to breakfast, you know. Did your opening solo tire you out that much?"

Natasha's hand faltered slightly as she reached for a mug. She spoke softly to herself, voice barely above a whisper, "My what?" She placed her mug down and turned to ask Sam to elaborate. Bruce spoke up before she could, "Don't worry there's still food," Bruce gestured to the take-out bag, "You have an amazing voice by the way."

Natasha tried to conceal that her body tensed as the realization set in. She gave Bruce a thankful smile as her mind raced. 'What? How would they know? Clint's not that stupid. Have I even sang in front of Clint?' Natasha internally shook her head, 'Just ignore them. Just get coffee, food, and get out.' She returned to making a fresh pot of coffee, hoping no one spotted her internal conflict. The pot of coffee was almost done brewing, Natasha was a few minutes away from freedom.

Before the machine could beep Thor strolled into the kitchen. His eyes lit up at the site of Natasha. "Lady Natasha!", he pulled her into a tight hug, "Friend Steve shared news of your beautiful voice. May we hear you sing your song about the pie?"

"Steve shared." Her response came off more like a cold statement than a question.

Bruce cut in trying to calm Thor, "Thor this isn't a Disney movie, you can't just ask someone to burst out into song."

"You can at a karaoke night," Sam interjected, "That would be fun."

As the others continued their conversation she slipped out of the kitchen, racing down the hall towards the elevator mortified at the realization her teammates/friends had heard her singing. She had only ever sung to herself, or in front of her parents and sister. She knew her voice wasn't the best, but she could at least sing Happy Birthday. And that was only because she could hide her voice under everyone else singing. Most days she would have ignored her friends teasing or poked fun right back at them, but today she didn't have the energy.

"Then let's have one of those! Lady Natasha how does a night of karaoke sound!" Thor boasted as he turned to where Natasha last was, "Where'd she go?"

Steve's ears perked up the moment he heard Natasha speak his name. He watched the scene unfold before him - she froze like a dear in headlights for the briefest of seconds, and in a blink, she was gone. He swiftly followed her down the hall, "Nat wait up!" He was only a few steps behind her when the elevator doors began to close. He just managed to stick his arm through the doors before they closed. "You tried to close the doors on me."

"No." Natasha crossed her arms as she stepped to the side making room for him.

Steve eyed her, "What's wrong? Why'd you leave back there?"

She huffed, pressing her tongue to the inside of her cheek, "I didn't want to hear everyone talking about my 'great' singing. It's too early."

Steve's eyes soften, "You never run when the others tease you. And don't put quotes around great, no one's joking about how your singing is. Your voice is amazing. You're a great singer." Natasha rolled her eyes and crossed her arms tighter.

Steve huffed, he knew there was something deeper bothering her. This morning's workout, her sleeping in, and now not engaging in verbal sparring. Something was wrong. His gaze never left Natasha as he pushed the emergency stop button. "We're not leaving till you admit you're a great singer."

Natasha was jilted off balance as the elevator came to an abrupt stop. "Steve what the hell! FRIDAY, call Tony to get us unstuck."

FRIDAY's voice chippered over the speaker, "Sorry Ms. Romanoff the Capitan stated not to alert Tony until after you've agreed with him." Natasha could have sworn she detected a hint of mischief.

"Override the command then!"

"Access denied."

Steve smirked, "Well…"

"Well, nothing." Natasha snapped, "I’ll wait till you get bored." Natasha settled cross-legged on the floor. Her eye stayed fixated on the wall in front of her.

Steve let out a small laugh as he looked at the sight in front of him. It was a rare sight to see a sulking Black Widow, but she can be just as petulant as Tony or Clint. Well, if she was going to act childish so would Steve.

Steve kneeled next to her, "There's other ways to get you to talk." Natasha rolled her eyes still electing to ignore him. In one quick motion, he grabbed Natasha's arm and yanked her into his chest. Natasha definitely did not let out a shriek as they both tumbled back into the wall of the elevator. Natasha landed with her side pressed against Steve's chest and half seated on his lap. "Steve! I'm going to - AH!", she gave an exasperated shout as he managed to pin her. She now sat fully in his lap with her back pressed against his chest in a bear hug.

Natasha struggled against his hold, "This is your plan? You're going to hug me until I think I can sing?"

"You can sing. And no this is my plan." He gave her sides a few quick warning pinches dangerously close to her hips. Her choice of loungewear barely dampened the ticklish feeling. Why did she decide to put on such a thin baggie t-shirt and shorts?

She flinched against his touch, trying to keep her voice even, "Tickling me? That's your plan? Do you really think this is going to end well for you?"

He smiled and nodded his head, "Yeah, it did earlier and I'm willing to test my luck again." Steve began lightly scribbling both his hands on Natasha's sides. He knew it wasn't a particularly sensitive spot for her, he wanted to start off slow hoping to pull her into a playful mood. She bit her lip trying to suppress the smile that tried to form on her face. "I know you want to laugh Nat." He moved one of his hands up to her ears. "Come on let's hear that beautiful laugh."

"Мудак! (Asshole!) I'm giving you one more ch-Ance!" Her string of insults quickly turned to squeaky giggles as Steve fluttered his fingers over her ear. Steve's fingers danced over the shell of her ears, he constantly switched between the right and left ear keeping her guessing. Natasha shrugged her shoulders and shook her head trying to dislodge his fingers. "There's the laughter! Now back to the original reason we're here. Would you like to rethink your answer to my original question?"

Natasha shrieked as Steve's hand hit a particular spot behind the back of her ear. She swung her head back nearly missing his face. "Woo! Easy here!"

Nat shook her head side to side trying to dislodge his fingers, "Move your damn hand!"

"Ok ok." Steve chuckled as he slowly dragged his nail to the base of her neck. He lightly tapped his fingers waiting for her breathing to even out.

"Ready to admit that you're an amazing singer?" Steve leaned over her shoulder to look down at her with a smug smile, eyes filled with impish glee. Natasha was having fun, honestly, it was the most fun she's had in a few days. Would she admit that to Steve? No, would she play along? Yes, but not without giving Steve a bit of a fight.

"Отвяжись. (Fuck off.)" Natasha threw her elbow back against Steve's stomach. Steve let out a grunt as his hold loosened around Natasha's waist. Now free she reached behind her to wrap her arms around Steve's neck. She managed to flip behind him and use her momentum to push him forward onto his stomach. Natasha scrambled onto Steve's back hoping to pin him.

"So that's how you want to play?" In one swift motion, Steve stood up causing Natasha to wrap her arms and legs around him. Steve's hand grabbed her crossed ankles pinning them in place. "You really didn't think this through." He rapidly began raking his fingers along her arches.

"AH! STeveeee! I'M GOING TO FALL!!"

"Well, you better hold on tight then." Steve didn't even give her a chance to respond before he tightened his grip and scribbled faster, drilling his fingers into the ball of her foot. Natasha tightened her arms around Steve's neck as she buried her face in his shoulder, loud bubbly laughter poured out of her. Despite how hard she tugged on her leg Steve wasn't letting up.

"Hey Nat, do you have anything to say about your singing?" Steve did not speak Russian, but even he could tell the words Natasha was trying to communicate between various peals and laughter were not the answer he was looking for.

"Something tells me that's not the correct answer." Steve lowered both of them towards the ground not letting up on his skilled attack on her arches. Once safely on the ground, Natasha released her grip around Steve. Steve gave her a brief moment to catch her breath, which she did not hesitate to use.

Steve turned around to face Natasha, "You're really stubborn, you know." He grabbed Natasha's ankle pulling her onto her back. He quickly sat on her legs, his arms looming next to her head. Natasha could easily break out of his hold, Steve had been giving her an out the entire time they scrapped with each other. She knew she could just agree with him, leave, and hide in her room for the rest of the day. And he knew she could easily turn the tables and wreck him, he's seen her do it to several of the others. But they both knew she wouldn't; she was having fun and feeling better than she had been in quite a bit.

Natasha playfully glared up at him, "Says the man who trapped me in an elevator!"

"Only because you've been beating yourself up for the past several days." Steve swiped his hands across her neck causing her to giggle and duck her head down. "Now are you going to keep being stubborn," Steve lowered his hands to hover over her hips, "because I can keep doing this all day." Steve wiggled his fingers as he slowly got closer to her hips.

"Steven Grant Rogers! I swear to - NO! Wait! HAHAhaha!" Steve's thumbs dug into her hips at a relentless pace. His thumbs rotated directly into the center of her hipbones. Natasha arched her back as a deafening shriek escaped her.

Natasha's hips were by far her worst spot, it felt like lightning was running through every part of her body. Her feet drummed behind Steve's back as the rest of his fingers pinched and clawed at the sides and back of her waist. She shook her head from side to side as her cheeks became rosier. Steve reached one hand forward and scratched at the spot behind her ear that he found earlier while continuing to dig his fingers into her hips.

This was far worst.

Her laughter turned silent as her body shook. No matter where she turned Steve's fingers followed her. Natasha willed her body to turn so she could try and block his hands. Steve easily evaded her hands and sped up his attack. He shifted his hand on her waist to use all five fingers to scratch at her hip bone. Natasha shrieked at the top of her lungs, finally giving in. She gave a weak tap against Steve's wrist by her waist, he immediately retracted his hand and moved to kneel next to her. Natasha curled into herself taking several deep breaths as she waited for the electric feeling to reside.

"Sorry if I went too far. Are you ok?"

Natasha nodded her head as she continued to give oxygen back to her lungs. Steve looked down at her with a genuine smile, "You have a beautiful voice, I mean it, Nat."

Natasha took a deep breath and turned her head towards him, "Thanks, but don't think I won't get you back." A mischievous smile formed on her face.

Steve chuckled, "Oh I know." Steve readjusted himself to comfortably lean against the wall as he sat. "The song's called American Pie, right? Sam told me about it. I'm surprised you like American Folk music."

Natasha's smile fell as her mind harkened back to what was causing her to have such an off day. Her eyes fixated on a random ceiling tile above her, "It's Yelena's favorite song, my sister."

Steve's eyebrow shot up, it was rare to hear Natasha talk about her personal life, even more, shocking to learn that she had a sister none of them knew of. Steve sat up straighter and nodded for her to continue.

"It gets stuck in my head whenever… whenever I miss her." Nat took a deep breath, "I just miss her sometimes. We haven't needed to see each other recently." Natasha sat up and crossed her legs, keeping her eyes on her lap.

Steve listened closely as she explained how her sister re-entered her life, and the turbulent days that followed as she and her family took down the main hub of the Black Widow program. How there was still work to be done with finding and freeing other Widows. And how she wished she could see her sister more often. It was a lot of information to take in, but Steve took it in strides.

He listened to every word she said not once scolding her for hiding such immense secrets. Or questioning why she didn't inform the team about the Black Widow program. He understood she would share everything at her own pace, and that she is capable of handling the mission she and her sister took on. Right now she just needed a friend to listen and reassure her about a less death-defying issue.

Steve rested a hand on her knee, "Nat, you know you don't have to be on a mission to talk to your sister. Most people would invite them over for brunch or something."

"Since when do I act like most people?" Natasha rolled her eyes, a soft smile formed on her face, "Or look like a brunch person?"

Steve gave a mock gasp, "And what's wrong with brunch? I'll have you know it is a superior form of mealtime. "

Natasha let out a breathy laugh and smiled at Steve. "You've been hanging out with Tony too much."

"Fine no brunch, how about karaoke?" Natasha rolled her eye and shove his shoulder.

"Come on or do you need a round two?" Steve wiggled his fingers in her direction.

Natasha raises her hands to protect herself, "Alright, I'll think about trying 'most people stuff'. I guess I could call her and see what she would like to do."

"There you go, baby steps," he nudges her shoulder. Natasha couldn't help but smile at Steve's words.

The elevator door opened revealing Tony holding an electronic control panel, "Look who it is, America's Ass and American Idol. Did you two make up?"

Natasha turned to Steve, "You get his legs, I'll get his arms." Steve nodded and rose to his feet.

"Wait! Wait! Stay away from me!" Tony took off down the hall as Steve and Natasha chased after him. Tony managed to make it halfway down the hall before he was tackled and pinned. A new wave of laughter filled the halls of the Compound. Natasha laughed along with Tony, in the back of her mind she thought to herself, 'I think I will bring both halves of my family together.'

#ler!steve #ticklish!natasha #steve x natasha #mcu tickle #marvel tickle #avengers tickle #sfw tickle fic #they are friends in this fic #tho I do like stevenat tis a cute ship #steve x natasha platonic #Spotify #song fic #hurt/comfort #steve x natasha hurt/comfort #lee!natasha #ler!steve x lee!natasha #I've never read hurt/comfort b/c I am a weenie #BUT writing this mmm this hit something different #T'was very nice

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Hopeful (Natasha x Reader)

Finally, my first fic in forever! I’ve missed writing so much and I can finally feel the motivation coming back, please enjoy 💕

You sit in your room, feeling like the world around you was falling apart. You were convinced that it was never going to get better for you. You gave up feeling hopeful for the future, so it was best to shut yourself away from the world to prevent any other bad event from happening.

One person you felt somewhat close with was Natasha Romanoff, you wished desperately that she would come to your rescue and help you out of this dark cloud you had engulfed yourself in. However, she only really showed proper warmth towards her sister, Yelena, which was understandable considering their past.

You and Natasha had brief moments of closeness, she would check in on you and pull you to one side if you were having a panic attack, you relished in the short moments where she’d put her hands on your arms, giving them a gentle squeeze to get you back in the room.

But that was pretty much it.

You always craved that physical affection, whether it was a simple hug or something as small as a hand on your back, and you found yourself especially jealous of Nat and Yelena when the two sisters were wrecking each other, it was mainly Nat digging into Yelena’s ribs, as her laughter echoed through the living room.

What you didn’t know, was that Natasha noticed you each time her and her sister got into those kind of playful fights, she saw the jealousy in your eyes, and she mentally noted it for when it was much needed.

A time like today.

She knew something was up with you, and she knew that it was time to strike, she went up to your room, your door ajar and curtains closed, you were curled up on your bed facing the wall, jumping when she knocked on the door.

“Hey, can I come in?” The Black Widow asked softly, she was met with a grunt which technically translated to a yes, so she entered, and sat on your bed, starting off by putting a hand on your arm, which you melted into without even knowing.

“You wanna talk? Get stuff off your chest?” The redhead offered, but you shook your head in response, although your head was full of dark things, you were unable to get any of it out into words.

Natasha nodded, rubbing your arm gently, moving down to your back, before her hand touched your side, knowing exactly what she was doing.

You flinched when she touched your side, biting your lip to try and hide your reaction. As much as you wanted this, you didn’t want to be a burden, so you didn’t engage unless she initiated it.

A small smile appeared on Nats face, now using a single finger up and down your side, the teasing touches causing you to bite back a smile as you held back any other sign of your sensitivity.

It didn’t take long for Natasha to really test the waters, spidering all five fingers up and down your side, observing your reactions as you lay there and wiggled around, scrunching your face up to hide your giggles.

“Y/N, it’s okay, you can let out those giggles that want to come out, I want to do this with you.” Nat told you gently, using her other hand to move to your belly to flutter in, causing you to squeal in surprise and roll onto your back, a few giggles slipping out.

“There we go.” Nat said fondly and now used both hands to scribble into your belly, making you finally release those giggles for the first time in a while, you covered your mouth self consciously as you weren’t the biggest fan of your giggles.

“Well I can’t have that can I?” Natasha teased, now being a little quicker in her attack as she now scribbled into your armpits either her mean nails, could you to let out a squeal, your giggles growing louder as you tried to fight the sensation and keep your hands over your mouth. However, it didn’t take long for your arms to fly down the second she got to an overly sensitive spot in your armpits.

“You’re so cute.” She commented casually, now deciding to fully wreck you since it seemed that you were both comfortable with it, she leaned down, still skittering into your armpits, and she nibbled into your ribs over your shirt.

Shrieking, you switched tactics and tried to push at Natasha’s head, you kicked out and tried to roll away. “NAHAH!”

“They talk!” She cheered and kept going with that technique, until she saw a little bit of tummy which revealed itself from your consistent squirming.

She moved her fingers down to your ribs, shaking in before suddenly blowing a huge raspberry on your bare tummy, shaking her head in whilst wrecking your ribs.

You burst into laughter, shaking your head helplessly as you shoved your shirt down as best you could, but Nat’s head was in the way, so she continued with baby raspberries whilst scribbling up and down your ribs and sides until your laughter went silent.

The redhead let you go, chuckling as she patted your belly. “You’re almost as bad as Yelena, but how are you feeling now?” She asked, rubbing your arm gently to help calm you down.

You were processing what had just happened, you finally experienced something you had craved for so long, you immediately felt closer to Natasha, closer than ever. You melted into the hug she gave you too, not wanting to let go, and she didn’t let you.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt a glimmer of hope that there was love and positivity in the world, all thanks to the Black Widow.

#avengers tickle #avengers tickle fic #marvel tickle #marvel tickle fic #ticklish!reader #ler!natasha #ler!nat

[valiantphantomangel]

The best Christmas ever.

"Reindeer Games!! the lights have to be at least six inches away from each other!" Tony shrieked as he nearly ran into Steve who was carrying in another christmas tree with Bucky.

The sixth christmas tree in the freaking living room!

"Calm down man of iron" Loki grumbled as he pulled the lights further apart with the help of Natasha.

"Do you not know how to hang ornaments"?! Iron man freaked as he turned the small ball a few degrees the other way "go you disgust me"! He yelled at Sam before chasing after him with his small note book.

"Yep he's definitely gone insane" Natasha said with a nod as she and Loki climbed down from the ceiling where the lights hang.

"I have to agree with Lady Natasha" Thor mused while he made sure the lights were secured tightly.

"Who even put him in charge?" Rogers asked as he pushed the christmas tree upright.

"you did Cap" Clint said with a laugh from the vents where he was keeping watch so you wouldn't walk in on them decorating yet.

"...Right"

just then Peter literally fell from the ceiling with a shriek leaving Loki to catch him and put him back on his feet "Y/N is in the elevator to this floor"!!

Since it was a surprise that they were decorating the tower to give you the best Christmas ever, Loki quickly cast a spell to make all the decorations go invisible and they all dived into a hiding spot.

Somehow Sam managed to dive almost on top of Bucky who let out a groan and shoved him off "Damm it Samuel"!

Everyone shushed him and stayed hidden just as the elevator doors opened, you walked out with your headphones on listening to music and walked into the kitchen to grab some left over pizza.

"we need to distract her until we are done" Nat whispered to Loki as they sat crouched behind a couch.

"I'll distract her, you guys finish decorating" He whispered back with a grin, being the God of mischief and lies gave him quite the advantage on knowing your ticklish little secret and he was more then happy to finally use it.

Loki stood up and walked up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder and successfully making you jump in fright.

"Jesus Christ Loki! You scared the living daylights out of me" You said with a hand on your heart as you took off your headphones.

"My apologies, i simply wanted to ask if I could retrieve my book from your room?" He said hiding his grin.

"Yeah of course, I'll show you where it is" you said with a nod and walked off with your plate of pizza after kicking the fridge door shut.

Loki trailed behind you as you both stepped into your room, but before you could utter 'abracadabra' he tackled into your bed and pinned you underneath him.

"Loki what the hell" you said confused which quickly turned into a surprised giggle when he traced your ribs.

"Sorry for the scare darling, it's just that I heard some interesting information about you" He said with a mischief smirk as he continued to trace your ribs and tummy.

"And what would that behihihi?" you giggle nervously.

"Sargeant Barnes told me about your little ticklish secret" Loki mused as he ghost tickled your tummy which sent chills all over since you were incredibly sensitive.

Your eyes widen before bursting out in giggles as you trashed around, he dug into your ribs and softly traced your tummy at the same time, driving you into madness.

"NOT THEREHIHIHIHIHI" you screamed in laughter as you arched your back to escape him which only gave him more access to your sides.

"Then I'll just switch places love" Loki grinned as he scratched lightly over your neck before suddenly blowing a raspberry on your tummy.

"GHAHHAHAHHAHA" you laughed loudly until your laugh turned silent and he let up, pulling you up to lay your head on his chest.

"Shall we watch some movies for the rest of the afternoon love?" He asked as he played with your hair.

You hummed in agreement as you settled against him, curling up content.

And that's how the afternoon went, every time you tried to get up to grab something from the kitchen Loki latched onto your sides and reduced you into a giggly mess to keep you in your room.

When it got dark Steve and Tony walked in, smiling when they saw you two.

"Come on kid, we have a surprise" Tony said as he pulled you to your feet and guided you out of the room with his hands over your eyes, the other two quickly following to make sure you didn't fall.

After an interesting walk downstairs (Tony almost walked you straight into a wall and got his head smacked for it) you arrived in what you believed was the living room.

Tony took his hands from your eyes and you gasped.

The entire room was full with lights of all colours and in every corner stood a christmas tree, which was decorated to perfection with presents underneath it, you looked up and saw even more fairy lights around the ceiling. It was absolutely stunning.

A smile made its way to your lips as happy tears gathered in your eyes, you felt a pair of arms around you and soon you were engulfed by the team.

"You guys did all this?" You asked as you wiped your tears away.

"Of course we did, we wanted to make this your best ever christmas" Nat smiled as she threw her arm around your shoulders.

"Why?"

"Because we wanted to make you feel at home, loved and happy, we knew how much christmas means to you" Clint said as he appeared next to you.

"Well you guys certainly made that happen" you chuckle as you still looked around in wonder.

"Merry Christmas Y/N" Bucky said with a soft smile.

"Merry Christmas, you guys are the best family I could've asked for" You smiled brightly and you were once again engulfed by the team.

It was safe to say that this was the BEST christmas ever!!

#tickle fic #marvel tickle #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ticklish ribs #bucky barnes #steve rogers #tony stark #natasha romanoff #clint barton #bruce banner #loki god of mischief #thor odinson #sam wilson #christmas fic #merry christmas #peter parker

[supermarvel-fics]

Tickletober Day 10: Ticklish Kiss

fandom: marvel

word count: 1,150

pairing: natasha x reader (established relationship)

summary: natasha gives you an early birthday present

The whole thing was pretty taboo at first. You had just moved into the tower—making it easier for you to work overtime for Tony. You’d been employed with him for quite some time, but decided to finally accept your boss’ offer due to your sheer exhaustion from only sleeping a few hours every night.

You’d seen her around, but only when she came into the lab to look for Tony. She caught your eye immediately; her red hair, her figure, the way she held herself. Natasha Romanoff was one of the most beautiful women you’d ever laid eyes on and yet, she barely looked in your direction.

So, when you’d moved in, of course you expected to see her around a lot more. You just hadn’t expected her to know anything about you.

Natasha had caught you off guard one afternoon while in the gym. While you weren’t an Avenger, you were still fit and worked out every so often. She appeared beside you as you ran on the treadmill, cursing yourself mentally for not wearing a cuter sports set today.

“You work in the lab,” She said. You slowed the treadmill down to a walking pace so that you could respond.

“I do, yes. You’re an Avenger. Natasha Romanoff,” You replied, smiling. Natasha reciprocated it and leaned against the arm of the machine.

“And you’re Y/N.”

Your eyes widened. “You know my name?” You slowed the treadmill down even more to lower your heartrate—both from the workout and Natasha recognizing you. She nodded and chuckled a bit.

“I asked Tony about you the first day I saw you. You’re… intriguing.”

And from then on, it was a blossoming relationship. You became friends first, though neither of you could deny the serious feelings you had for each other. It didn’t take long for you to kiss her for the first time. A late night in the kitchen, just the two of you talking as you normally would, only this time there was tension that hadn’t been there before. You listened to your heart, surging forward to kiss the Widow, melting into each other like ice in hot coffee.

It had been almost a year since then and every day, you fell deeper and harder in love with Natasha Romanoff.

She wouldn’t ever call herself “soft” by any means, but when she was with you, all bets were off. You laid in bed with her, cuddled close on the eve of your birthday. Instrumental music playing in the background, candles on the bedside tables, her fingers running through your hair—it was the perfect night in.

“This is the first birthday I get to celebrate with you, you know,” You spoke after sitting in silence for what felt like hours. “I’m liking it so far.”

“What makes it different than any of the others?” Nat asked, peeking down to look at your face. You smiled and laced your fingers in with yours, bringing it to your lips to place a small kiss on the top of it.

“You’re here. I’m happier. I’m not alone. I could go on,” You replied, chuckling quietly. Natasha kissed the crown of your head, squeezing you tighter into her chest.

“No need,” She whispered. A bout of silence came upon you again, just relishing in the warmth of her arms. “I have a few birthday gifts for you tomorrow, but there’s one that I should give you when we’re alone.”

“So, like right now?” You raised an eyebrow at her. Nat smirked and nodded.

“Now would be perfect, actually. Close your eyes,” She ordered. Taking a breath, you did as you were told, relying on just the feel of her skin against yours. You heart fluttered as she pushed you off of her to lay you flat on your back, then straddled your hips. “You okay?”

“Mhm,” You hummed in response, a shy grin on your lips. Nat brushed her thumb across your cheek, feeling the heat rise to the surface of your skin.

“Good. Here’s your first present.” Nat carefully put her lips on yours and you eagerly kissed her back, moaning in delight. She drew back to take in the sight of you beneath her and put a sweet peck on your forehead.

“That was the best gift I’ve ever gotten. Thank you, baby,” You reopened your eyes, but Natasha put a stop to it by covering your them with her hand.

“You’re welcome, but like I said, that was only the first one. There’s more where that came from. Keep them closed, please.”

“Ooh, yes ma’am,” You snickered, obeying her for a second time. Immediately after shutting your eyes, Natasha’s mouth was connected to yours, kissing you fervently. Your hands found the sides of her face, but Nat grunted quietly and latched onto your wrists, pinning them to the bed.

“No hands, either. Trust me,” She said seductively. You nodded, letting her continue. Making out with Nat was one of your favorite things to do, but you didn’t do it often. Finding alone time were far and few in between at the Avengers tower, so you were savoring every moment of this.

Nat left your lips, kissing along your jawline and down to your neck. The moment she came into contact with that sweet spot below your ear, you squeaked and twisted your head involuntarily. Nat pulled away in shock, looking down at you with her eyes wide. “Are you—”

“Sorry, I—uh… my neck, it’s really—”

“Ticklish,” Natasha laughed, finishing your sentence. You were suddenly very aware of how you were positioned, tugging at your hands experimentally. Your girlfriend tightened her grip on them and shook her head. “Oh, no, I’m not done giving you your birthday present.”

She ducked down again, continuously peppering your neck with chaste, ticklish kisses. You began giggling, trying your best to shrug your shoulders up to block her access. “Nahahat!”

“What?” She asked in between pecks.

“It tihickles! I-hi cahan’t!” You squealed, ducking your head down to stop her. Natasha chuckled and sat up all the way, releasing your wrists. Letting out residual giggles, your eyes fluttered open to see her staring at you with endearment.

“You’re beautiful,” She muttered out with a grin. You blushed in thanks, but rolled your eyes at the compliment.

“Thanks for my birthday present, even though I’m too ticklish to handle it,” You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. Nat clicked her tongue, nodding.

“Oh, yeah, that reminds me. I thought of one more gift to give you.”

You gasped as you realized her intentions, already beginning to squirm. “Nat, no! Don’t, WAIT! WAHAHAIT! AHAH!” You fell into thunderous laughter as Natasha dug into your ribs, your hands half-heartedly trying to push hers away.

You knew your protests weren’t too convincing, but you didn’t care. It was already the best birthday ever and it hadn’t even started, yet.

#marvel #marvel tickle #mcu #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ler!nat #ler!natasha #natasha tickle #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #tickle prompts #tickle fic #tickle drabble #sfw tickle fic #augtickletober2022 #tickletober prompts #tickletober2022

[tickletastic]

Belts Are For Safety

Fandom: Top Gun

Ship: N/A

Warnings: Implication of a panic attack

Summary: It's Bob and Phoenix's first flight back after their emergency landing, and Bob is more freaked out than he thought he'd be. Inspired by and dedicated to this Fighter Jet Anon! Day one of Miya and Mia's Tickletober: trap!

Bob heaves a long, deep breath when he and Phoenix finally land on the tarmac, the weight of the exercise melting off his shoulders. He closes his eyes, head pounding behind his eyelids, his heart beating in his ear. It’s their first flight back since the crash landing, and Bob is ashamed to say that, for a moment when he got into the air, all he could smell was smoke and all he could hear was Phoenix yelling his name like they were still there, looking up at the sky only half a mile from their burning plane. He’s not sure how Phoenix didn’t freak out, but then again she’s always been more well-adjusted than most of the crew. Maybe it’s because she was smart enough to start therapy before she enlisted, or maybe it’s something about toxic masculinity and being a military man. 

He doesn’t realized how long his eyes have been closed, how long he’s been listening to his heart beat out of control even though they’re on the ground. He feels like he had been in fight-or-flight the entire exercise, and his body oozes with the tension he had been building up. He hadn’t even realized Phoenix had been calling his name, her face contorting into the worried look she used to give Rooster all the time, the one she gives to Jake or Javy every once in a while. Approaching ten minutes on the tarmac and Bob’s eyes are still screwed shut, all the pilots having gone to change except Phoenix, Rooster, Hangman, who stood beneath the plane, and Maverick, who slowly climbed up to get to the much younger pilot. 

“Hey, Bob?” Maverick says, tentatively reaching out to touch Bob’s shoulder. Bob doesn’t respond until Maverick’s hand makes contact, his eyes shooting open. 

Bob’s eyes shoot around, catching Hangman, Phoenix, and Rooster underneath the plane, taking in that the rest of the pilots have gone. “Thank god,” he sighs, breathing out.

“Hey, kid,” Maverick says, grabbing Bob’s attention again, “what’s going on?” Bob scrambles for his buckles but Maverick’s hands come up to stop him, “hold your horses, let’s talk for a second.”

Bob looks at Maverick before looking down at the other pilots again.

 “It’s alright, Bob,” Phoenix says, “they came because they’re worried,” she pauses, looking at the ground before looking back up at her back-seater, “we’re worried.”

“I was just-” Bob awkwardly clears his throat, looking down at his hands in his lap, “I just got freaked out. I’ve never crash landed before, being up there just freaked me out.” 

Maverick put a soft hand on the side of Bob’s face, bringing his head up so they could make eye contact. “It’s alright, kid. It’s totally fine to be a little freaked out right now. My first crash-landing terrified me, and so did my most recent one, it’s fine to still be a little shaken up.”

Bob nods, though it’s evident to Mav and the other spectators that he’s not entirely convinced. “I promise you, Bob,” Maverick starts, “you’re alright. The crash wasn’t your fault and it wasn’t Phoenix’s either, neither of you could have predicted that.”

“Yeah, but, how are we supposed to predict it the next time?” Bob asks, glasses beginning to fog.

From below them Hangman lets out a loud, obnoxious laugh, doubling over before he can reel it in. All eyes are on him now, Phoenix and Rooster glaring daggers at him. “I’m sorry,” he clears his throat, straightening his face, “I’m sorry. Bird strikes are like, pretty rare, Bobby-boy, the chances of you and Phoenix encountering another one is like, zero.”

“He’s right,” Phoenix nods, “though he didn’t have to be such an asshole about it.”

Hangman sticks his tongue out at her and Phoenix fakes like she’s going to kick him in the balls. Rooster tries to separate them and ends up pulled into the bickering, suddenly being asked to pick between his boyfriend and his best friend.

Maverick brings Bob’s attention back to him, lowering his voice so the others can’t hear him over their bickering, “between you and I, after my first crash-landing I was scared of water for years. I didn’t get over it until recently, but I know I missed out on some pretty fun times because of it.”

“Really?” Bob asks, tilting his head to one side, “I- I mean, I’m sorry.”

“All good, kid, all good.” Maverick smiles, “but what I’m saying is you shouldn't let fear control you. I mean, I didn’t even get to teach Brad how to surf, those pictures would’ve been great blackmail for you kids.”

Bob giggles, peeking down at his friends as their argument seems to settle down. Maverick shifts, getting ready to climb down, “alright, kid. We’re gonna talk about this, but first I want to get you out of this plane, and maybe get that smile to stick around.” 

Before Maverick reaches the bottom of the ladder, Hangman shouts for Bob not to unbuckle, practically bouncing with impatience as Maverick makes his too slow descent. Hangman takes the ladder two steps at a time, hands grabbing at Bob’s where he had begun to unbuckle his thigh straps. 

“Nuh-uh,” Hangman teases, squeezing the other pilot’s thigh. Bob squeals, trying to jerk away but finding himself trapped. “I think we need to get you a little giggly before we head back. Whad’ya say, Bobb-boy?”

Bob shakes his head frantically, cheeks developing a pale pink tint. He puts his hand on top of Hangman’s and makes an attempt to pry it away from his thigh, only to be given another squeak-producing pinch. 

“Hmm,” Hangman says, stroking his chin, he looks down at Phoenix and Rooster, “he’s smiling, so that’s a yes, right?”

“I’d say he looks pretty giddy for it,” Rooster shouts, Phoenix hums in agreement. Watching as Bob turns redder and redder.

“Make sure to go for his tummy!” Phoenix supplies.

Hangman’s fingers dart down to Bob’s knees and splay over them, spidering around his kneecap and calves. 

“Jahahake! Thahahat tihihickles!” Bob screeches, kicking his legs straight as much as he can. Jake’s fingers just follow him however he squirms, pinching and spidering over his legs. 

“That’s great, it means this is working!” Hangman grins. Bob’s fingers scramble upward, hoping he can unbuckle his chest buckle and fold over to stop Jake from attacking his legs. Hangman’s fingers climb all the way up to Bob’s ribs, and it’s enough of a distraction for him to forget his task, throwing his head back and snorting through his laughter.

“STAHAHAP!” Bob giggles, shaking his head back and forth. All he can do is grab onto Jake’s hands and gently hold on, his restraints reminding him how safe he usually is in his plane, but also how trapped he is now that he’s at Jake’s mercy.

“Hmm… Are you ticklish here?” Hangman asks, leaning in and giving Bob a neck raspberry. Bob’s laughter rises in pitch and his shoulders scrunch in an attempt to block it out. Hangman moves his fingers down to Bob’s sides, “What about here?”

“Ihihit tihihickles! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!” Bob screeches, giggles freely flowing from him. “IHIHIT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAD!”

“Oh, really?” Hangman smirks, “do the seatbelts make it tickle more? You can’t even fight me off.”

“It’s not like he would,” Phoenix teases from below, “he always just lays back and takes it.”

Bob’s face is fully red now, all the way up to his ears, and his hands flop around as he tries to figure out whether he wants to cover his face or keep holding onto Jake’s hands. He’s giggling himself silly, and everytime he remembers that he’s practically strapped down it makes it so much worse.

As if reading Bob’s mind, Hangman starts to tease again, because of course he does, Bob just can’t win. “If the buckles are making this tickle more, just wait for this.”

When Hangman’s fingers dart down to Bob’s stomach, Bob absolutely screams, throwing his arms wherever in an attempt to dissipate the feeling. His laughter dips into silence, getting enough air every few seconds to hiccup amidst his laughter.

“Alright, alright,” Maverick calls up to Hangman, “he looks giggly enough to us from here, I think you might kill him.”

Hangman groans, pulling his hands away and ruffling Bob’s already too messy hair. “Alright, whatever you say, Pops.”

Hangman helps Bob unbuckle from the seat before scrambling down the ladder, making sure the other pilot is steady enough to come down after him. 

Hangman meets Phoenix and Rooster at the bottom, while Maverick holds back to talk to Bob. 

“Feeling better now, kid?” Maverick asks, slinging an arm around his shoulder. Bob nods, leaning into Mav. 

“Yeah, a lot better. Thanks, Mav.” Bob says, looking up at Mav, blush still fiery over his cheeks.

In front of them they can hear Phoenix, Hangman, and Rooster bickering back and forth, voices raised and accusatory. Bob catches a few words, grinning. 

“Just wait until we get you like that, Bagman,” Rooster says, “let’s see if you find it easy to take the tickling when you’re buckled up like that.”

The tips of Hangman’s ears flush, but he shakes his head anyways, all bravado and cockiness, “you’d have to catch me first, and with your old bones I don’t know if you could manage.”

Phoenix, in the middle of the two of them, pokes them both in the ribs, grinning at each of their high-pitched shrieks. “Enough boys, we’ll settle this another time.”

#top gun #ticklish!bob #lee!bob #ler!hangman #bob floyd #jake seresin #bradley bradshaw #natasha trace #pete mitchell #rooster #hangman #phoenix #maverick #miya&mia's tickletober

[leegemma]

Hey!

Loved your marvel fic and was wondering if we could get more of that.

Maybe steve/nat x teen ticklish reader?

Something really fluffy, like she's been on the phone for a long time talking to Peter, her boyfriend (I had to 😂) and they make her by tickling her?

I completely understand if not, thanks anyways 💕🙏

Hi! Thank you for the request. It took me a while but here it is:) just a warning- I started out super inspired and motivated but was just super exhausted towards the end.

Hope you enjoy it anyways and please keep sending requests in! Got three that I'm working on already ✨️

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You laughed when your boyfriend made a joke, staring into the screen and listening to him telling you about his day. "And then there was this huge explosion- like, y/n I thought I was going to die. Like, really. And then I looked up and there was this guy and he was all like big and strong and-"

You heard a knock on your door, and paused peter. "One sec Pete. Come innnn!"

"Hey." Steve smiled at you as he walked over o where you were on your bed.

You raised on eyebrow and watched him sit down on the edge of the bed. "What?"

Steve frowned. "A bit of an attitude there, huh?"

You rolled your eyes. "Whatever Steve. Do you need anything? I'm on face time."

Steve shook his head in disapproval. "Yeah, I can see that. You've been on it for hours now. Who are you talking to?"

"Just peter." You turned the front of your phone towards Steve so he can see peter.

"Y/n, who is- oh, hi mister Rogers!"

You smiled as you heard your boyfriend's voice go up a notch when he noticed he was now talking to captain America.

Even Steve couldn't help but smile a little. "Hello peter, do you think you and this grumpy creature are going to hang up anytime soon?"

You groaned while peter only seemed distressed. "Um- yeah! Yeah, we could do that. We'll just talk later. Or not, you decide. Or- No you don't... but I mean- you know what I mean, right? You know everything beca-"

"Peter shush, we're not hanging up." You turned the screen back to face you.

"It's okay y/n, I really don't mind." Peter tried to reassure you, but you weren't having any of it.

"No! He doesn't get to tell us what to do! We're old enough to decide for ourselves."

You glared at Steve.

"What is happening here? I heard someone raising their voice." Nat walked in, leaning against the doorway.

"Oh great." You mumbled.

"Well you see, y/n has been on face time with Peter for the last 5 hours. And I really don't think it's healthy to be on screen for that long. So I asked her to get off and she just got all sassy." Steve explained, looking at you the whole time. Not even glancing at nat.

"I see..." she smirked, seeing your feet popping out from under your blanket.

She came closer and sat down right next to them.

"Well y/n, I think you should listen to Steve."

You huffed out a laugh. "Yeah, as if..."

"Okay, well. Don't say I didn't warn you." Nat shrugged and started spidering all over your feet.

"Warn me? What do you me- MEehehean!" You squealed and tried to pull your feet away, but Nat was holding them tight.

Steve grinned. "This is more like it.."

"Wahahait! Nohohoho!!" You tried to twist away, your phone still in your hand.

"What is happening there?" Peter asked, confused.

"Oh just tickling y/n." Nat smiled as your laughter went up an octave when she moved up to squeeze your knee with one hand, and kept going on one foot with the other.

"Noho way! Y/n is ticklish?" Peter chuckled in surprise.

"Gohod bye peheter!" You giggled out and quickly hung up the phone.

"Oh so now you hang up?" Steve shook his head again and started kneading your sides.

"NOHOHO STOHOP!" You were already pretty much out of breathe, flopping around on the bed.

"You didn't stop the call when steve asked you to!" Nat exclaimed, now tickling both your thighs.

"What happened y/n, why are you laughing?" Steve smirked down at you as he wiggled his way under your arms.

"PLEASHAHAHASE!" You shook your head violently and tried to hit Steve with your arms.

"So aggressive." Steve chuckled, looking at nat and sharing a quick laugh with her before turning back to you and holding  both your wrists above your head with only one of his hands.

"Tickletickletickle y/n/n!" Nat wiggled her fingers above your face teasingly.

You closed your eyes, unable to take the teasing and have to look into her eyes.

"Hey Nat, do you think y/n has all her ribs?" Steve asked, putting on his best 'thinking' face.

"I'm not sure Steve, she has been on that phone for an awful long time... better check..." she said, digging into your hips at that moment.

Steve nodded. "Absolutely." He then started counting your ribs, for what felt like hours but really just lasted 2 minutes before you went into silent laughter.

"Alright, you gonna apologise for being rude to me and not getting off that thing when I asked you to?" Steve asked.

You nodded, still unable to talk as nat was pretty much killing your hips.

"Go on then." She smirked.

"IM SORRY!" You managed to spit out.

"Well, i forgive you. Now, do you want to do something together?" Steve pulled you in for a hug.

"I want sleep." You replied, yawning right afterwards.

"Aww... poor baby." Nat chuckled and grabbed you from steve, pushing you to lay down on your bed and laying down next to you, grabbing your remote and putting your favorite movie on.

You fell asleep between the two of them, and when you woke up. You had a couple of messages waiting to you from your boyfriend. Yeah... you forgot he knew now...

#tickle fics #ticklish!reader #tickling community #steve rogers #natasha romanov #ler!natasha #ler!steve #lee!reader

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

Can't Wake a Sleeping Beast

Word count: 3,800

Pairing: Various (Tony, Steve, Bruce, Thor, Clint, Nat, Bucky, Loki) x female reader (all platonic, although Loki has a crush on you because I CAN'T HELP MYSELF DAMNIT 😂😂)

Warnings: None I can think of - mild swearing maybe?

So normally I don't write for this many characters, but I wrote a slightly modified version of this prompt requesting a fic with the six original Avengers, Bucky, and Loki trying to wake a sleeping reader. I don't specify below that the reader is the youngest of the team, but you are welcome to assume so as you read! 😊

(Also - there's no good casual gifs of the entire team, so... please accept this gif from the trip to the shwarma place at the end of Avengers 😂)

"Are you ready for the most exciting sporting event in history?!"

You plunked yourself down on the sofa beside Loki, grinning enthusiastically. Your upbeat tone was a stark contrast to your eyes, however. With puffy, darkened circles under your eyelids and a tinge of redness to the once white-colored outer edges of your eyes, it was obvious you were absolutely exhausted.

"Agent... how much sleep did you get last night?" Loki asked knowingly. You scowled at his chastising.

"I got plenty of sleep. I'm fine."

"Really? Because your eyes are telling me otherwise."

"Hey!" You folded your arms indignantly across your chest.

"I know you're not from Earth and all, but that's no way to speak to a lady," Steve chimed in as he and Bucky entered the common room, both taking a seat on an empty sofa. Loki rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I simply mean to say that you appear to be very tired. And I know you have a tendency to overwork yourself into the young hours of the morning."

Your cheeks blossomed with color as your hardened expression faltered. "I went to bed plenty early enough, thank you very much. Plus, I slept in this morning."

"Oh? And what time did you awaken, then?"

"8AM."

"And what time did you go to sleep?"

You hesitated, taking a moment to think. "4AM."

Tony had just walked in at that moment, snorting in amusement. "Wow. That's even later than I went to bed. And that's saying something."

"You're not helping," you muttered, narrowing your eyes at the billionaire. "Anyway... can we please stop harping on my sleeping habits and get ready to watch the first game?"

"Are you certain you'll even be capable of staying awake?" Loki chided.

"For the World Cup? Absolutely. I wouldn't miss this for anything."

"Ten bucks says she falls asleep by halftime," Tony goaded, smirking at you from his armchair across the room. You scoffed, refusing to offer him a verbal response.

"Agent - you are well aware that once you fall asleep, it is nearly impossible to awaken you?" Loki teased.

"I will not fall asleep!"

Loki snickered. "Whatever you say."

You had been ranting about the upcoming World Cup for months now. Most sports were rather boring to you, but soccer games always had you on your feet cheering for your favorite team. Your enjoyment of the sport had rubbed off on your teammates - even Loki found himself interested in watching the games, finding it amusing how little protective gear these Midgardians would wear despite how violent the game could get.

And, perhaps, part of him just enjoyed the sport because you enjoyed it.

As the first game was beginning, Thor burst into the common room with a frantic expression on his face.

"Have I missed the coin toss?!" he fretted.

"Nah, you're just in time, big guy," Steve assured, chuckling as Thor's face melted with relief.

"Where are the others?" he queried as he took the seat on the opposite side of you on the sofa.

"Oh, they'll be in and out I'm sure," Tony responded flippantly.

"Bruce and Clint don't appreciate soccer as much as we do," you griped. "And Nat had a couple errands to run before she could join us."

"Agent!" Thor's attention suddenly turned to you, his brows furrowed with worry. "You appear to be exhausted! Are you alright?"

"Ah-ah - don't mention how tired she looks," Tony warned, whispering loudly enough for you to hear. "She gets grumpy when you talk about it."

"Alright, I'm ignoring all of you." You crossed your arms once again, leaning back against the sofa.

The first game finally began, and the room fell silent as everyone watched the initial kickoff intently. Intermittently, there would be a chorus of shouting as the favored team got close to the opponent's goal. Notably, you suddenly stopped joining in on the hollering about halfway through the first half. Loki hadn't expected you to fall asleep that quickly, but he didn't dare look at you to find out, for fear you'd become sour again.

And then your head suddenly slumped over onto Loki's shoulder.

"Are you awake, darling?" he whispered, turning his head to look down at your face. Your eyes were shut, your breathing slow and steady with a slight raspy snoring undertone. The sight was simply adorable.

"You weren't kidding about her being tired," Bucky observed at the end of the half, gazing at you incredulously as you snored away against Loki's shoulder. Tony clapped his hands together excitedly.

"Where's my ten bucks? I called it!"

"Shh! You'll wake the young maiden, Stark!" Thor scolded in a hushed tone. Loki laughed at that, earning a glare from his brother. "Do you not care that she is clearly exhausted?"

"No, no it isn't that. I just find it amusing that you believe a simple clapping noise would be enough to wake her," Loki chuckled. "The girl sleeps like the dead. It's near impossible to wake her."

"And how would you know that?" Steve asked warily. Loki felt an involuntary wave of heat rush to his face at the implication.

"I've come across her napping in the common areas of the tower before. Believe me - it's very difficult to wake her."

It was true - Loki tended to wander the tower at late hours of the evening, much later than any of the others. On numerous occasions, he'd found you sleeping on the sofa, or napping with your forehead pressed against your forearms at the kitchen table, having attempted to stay up too late to watch a film or get some work done and passed out before you could drag yourself to bed.

At first, he'd simply let you be. What should it matter to him where you slept? Clearly you managed to get yourself to bed eventually, as you were never in the same spot the following morning. Perhaps you enjoyed napping for a bit before heading off to bed for the evening?

Then Loki began to realize that the nights he discovered you sleeping outside of your bedroom were the nights you'd overworked yourself. Hours upon hours in the training room... pouring over blueprints and maps in preparation for a mission... even just completing your paperwork sometimes took precedence over sleep in your list of priorities. So he began to try to wake you whenever he found you sleeping in a position that appeared uncomfortable.

The problem was - nothing would get you to wake up.

It was clear you were still living - you were always breathing (often snoring, in fact) so Loki didn't fear something terrible had happened to you. But nothing he attempted could ever get you to awaken. Eventually, he'd simply taken to just scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to your room to put you to bed.

He imagined you must become confused those mornings that followed, finding yourself tucked into your own sheets despite never having brought yourself there in the first place. So, eventually, he told you the truth. Since then, it'd become a sort of joke between the pair of you - Loki teased you for sleeping like a corpse, and you teased him right back for having so much concern over where you slept. It was enough to make him feel confident that you didn't mind him looking after you on those nights.

"She will surely injure her neck if she sleeps like that for long," Thor worried, observing the way your head was tilted awkwardly to the side.

"Yes... I suppose you're right." Carefully, Loki reached around your back to grasp your shoulders, gently guiding you to lie down properly with your head resting on his leg. Thor followed suit, scooping your legs up off the floor to rest them across his own lap.

"There, now. She must be much more comfortable," Thor declared happily, patting your knee affectionately. Loki hummed in agreement.

You remained asleep through the entire second half of that first game. With a bit of a break between games, the boys began to discuss your exhaustion once again.

"She's probably gonna be really upset that she missed the first game..." Bucky pondered aloud. "We let her sleep for an hour, do you think we should try to wake her up now?"

"Good luck with that, Barnes," Loki snickered. "I'm telling you - nothing will awaken the sleeping beast."

"I don't believe it." Bucky rose to his feet, pacing over to the sofa you were resting on. Loki gazed up at him expectantly, motioning for him to try. He placed a hand on your shoulder and shook you gently for a moment. You didn't even stir.

"Honestly - is that the best you can do?" Loki taunted with a haughty laugh.

"I wanted to go easy on her." He grasped your arm with his metal hand and shook you harder, causing your head to jostle around against Loki's leg a bit.

Nothing.

"Hang on, let me try," Tony interjected, wandering over to stand beside Bucky. He knelt down in front of you, holding his hands up in front of your face before suddenly clapping them together loudly in rapid succession. "HEY! WAKE UP! GAME'S GONNA START SOON!"

Not even a flinch.

"Wow. You weren't kidding, Ice Age." Loki scowled at Tony's nickname.

"Ah, I have a thought," Thor announced with a sly grin, gaining everyone's attention. He grabbed hold of one of your ankles in his lap and swiped a finger down the sole of your socked foot. Your toes curled in response, egging him on to start scratching with all five fingers up and down your sole.

Loki watched your face intently. Your brow furrowed, a slight smile tugging at the corner of your mouth in the most adorable way. Still, your eyes remained shut, chest rising and falling rhythmically with your steady breaths.

"You might be on to something, Thor," Bucky noted as Thor relented in his attempt. He brought his fingers to your neck and fluttered them along the skin where your shoulder met your collarbone. Your shoulder shrugged up reflexively, and Bucky pulled his hand away to watch you expectantly, assuming you were waking.

Then, you turned over onto your other side, letting out a deep breathy sigh. Still asleep.

"What are you guys doing?"

The group collectively glanced up toward the sound of Nat's voice in the doorway, finding her standing with her hands on her hips accusingly. Beside her stood Clint - looking less than enthused to be watching the game; as well as Bruce - looking quite enthused about being there with Nat.

"Don't worry, Romanoff - she's been sleeping for over an hour. We just don't want her to miss all the games today," Steve assured.

"Alright. I'll allow it." She wandered into the room, standing over your sleeping form while Clint and Bruce found seats. "Hmm..." Glancing around, she suddenly walked over to Tony's seat, reaching over to the side table and plucking an ice cube from his drink.

"Hey! Do you make it a habit of taking things that aren't yours?" Tony griped. Nat merely grinned, carrying the ice cube over and dropping it down the back of your shirt.

"Oh, that's gotta work," Steve declared, watching intently to see if you'd wake.

The sudden chill of the ice certainly wasn't welcome, as evidenced by the grimace that formed on your face. Still, you didn't open your eyes even once, only shifting a bit in your sleep.

"Alright, clearly that didn't work," Loki muttered, sliding his hand down your back to guide the ice cube out from under your shirt and chucking it in Nat's direction. She shrugged, unfazed.

"Hey, I tried."

"I suggest we reserve further attempts for halftime," Thor announced. "The next game is beginning!"

Loki was genuinely torn as you continued to snore away with your head resting comfortably in his lap. He knew very well that you needed the rest, despite the fact you'd never admit it. And you looked simply adorable as you slept, which didn't help matters. But he also knew how angry you'd be with yourself if you awoke later that evening to find you'd missed the entire first day of the tournament.

Yes, perhaps at halftime they could try to wake you once again. For now, he decided to let you sleep a little longer, absently twirling strands of your hair around his fingers. A happy sigh puffed out of your nose, making his heart swell.

When the first half of the game had finished, the attention of the group turned from the television to your sleeping form once again.

"How long has she been sleeping like that?" Clint whispered.

"Don't worry about keeping your voice down - she's slept like a log since partway through the first half of the first game," Bucky explained with an incredulous laugh. "Thor, Tony and I tried to wake her up before you guys walked in."

"And she hasn't even moved?" Bruce asked.

"Not really. Thor tickled her foot and that seemed to sort of work, so I tickled her neck, and still nothing."

"Maybe you haven't found her tickle spot," Clint suggested. Nat glanced at him with raised brows. "What? It's what I call it with the kids."

"That's pretty darn adorable," she hummed affectionately. Clint's cheeks turned slightly red.

"A-anyway... here, let an expert give it a shot." He meandered over to your sofa, gazing down at you in thought. "Lila nearly wets herself laughing when I get her here..." He gently lifted your arm so he could slot his fingers into your armpit, wriggling his fingertips deep into the hollow space. A huffy breath escaped your nose as your brows knit together once again, a full-fledged smile now growing on your face. Astonishingly, you remained undeniably asleep.

"I don't think it's working," Thor stated, watching your face with a fondness in his eyes. Clint groaned disappointedly, removing his hand from under your arm.

"Damn. That always gets the kids to wake up when they're being a pain."

"Let me try, then," Nat suggested, approaching from behind Clint and giving him a teasing poke in the side. He yelped and twisted, glaring at the assassin as he returned to his own seat. Nat brought both hands down on your stomach, clawing at the soft skin through your T-shirt. The ticklish smile returned to your face, but still you did not wake. It didn't matter whether she attempted a firm scratching or a light tracing motion, you were simply too sound asleep.

"Ok, obviously she's only ticklish when she's awake," Steve observed jokingly. "What else haven't we tried? We're running out of halftime."

"Oh, oh, hang on-" Tony swiped Nat's glass of water from the table in front of her, clearly feeling he needed revenge for her theft of his ice cube. Loki gave him a fierce look as he approached you with the water glass.

"I certainly hope you aren't planning to pour that on her," he stated warningly, shooting daggers at Tony with his eyes. He shrunk back just slightly under Loki's gaze.

"No, of course not... who would do something that cruel?" He dipped his fingers into the glass of water (earning an annoyed shout from its owner) and then flicked the water at your forehead. A few cold droplets stuck to the bridge of your nose, again making you grimace slightly in your sleep. Tony sighed. "Alright, can I dump it on her now?"

"Not unless you'd like my boot up your-"

"Alright! Alright, I get it, Jack Frost!" Tony rolled his eyes, placing the glass down on the table where he'd found it before returning to your side. "Ok, kid - how about this?" His fingers dug into your ribs, kneading between the bones. It was clearly tickling you quite a bit, as your eyes and nose scrunched up in the most adorable way. And yet - you stubborn thing - you still remained asleep. Tony threw his hands up in the air in frustration after a few moments, stomping back to his seat. "I thought I had her there!"

"I'm afraid we must abandon our efforts once again - the second half is starting!" Thor announced excitedly.

"No, she's gonna be pretty mad if she wakes up to find she missed two full games," Steve groaned. "Let me try."

"Please do it quickly, soldier - I must see who wins this game!" Thor insisted. Steve paced over to the sofa where you lay, wasting no time in digging into your ribs as he'd seen Tony attempt. He squeezed your side with his other hand, clearly hoping two spots would be more effective than one.

You adorable creature - you buried your face in Loki's stomach, hiding the huge grin that had taken shape on your face. Surely you must be awake now, he assumed.

And yet, when Steve relented in his attack, your breathing returned right back to the rhythmic, steady rise and fall of deep sleep.

"Alright! I give up!" Steve declared with a laugh. "She can't complain when she wakes up - every one of us has tried."

"Bruce hasn't," Tony reminded him.

"Me?!" Bruce appeared frazzled at the suggestion. "But if you guys haven't been able to, what makes you think I could wake her up?"

"Worth a shot at least," Bucky concurred. "Any genius ideas in that big brain of yours, Banner?"

"Well, I... You guys haven't tried pinching her yet?"

Bruce withered a bit under Loki's angry glare at the suggestion.

"Relax! I wouldn't hurt her!" he assured quickly, "Physicians do it to assess neurologic function."

He rose to his feet as Loki's glare softened a bit. If it worked, at least you'd get to watch the remainder of the game. But he'd be damned if Banner would actually hurt you in any way. His eyes never left Bruce's as he knelt down beside you, taking your hand in his and pulling a pen from his pocket.

"See, this doesn't hurt that badly," he assured, pinching one of your fingers between the pen and his own thumb, careful not to apply enough pressure to earn the wrath of the god watching over you. No matter how hard he pressed, you didn't even flinch. You tenacious little thing.

Bruce slipped the pen back in his shirt pocket when he recognized it wasn't going to work.

"Uh... well, that wasn't helpful," he chuckled nervously. "Have you tried behind the knees?" He reached over and scratched at the back of your knee gently. You sleepily bent your knees to block out his access to the sensitive spot, that little smile tugging at your lips once again.

"I must request that we cease this until the game has finished," Thor insisted. "Clearly, the young agent requires additional sleep."

"You just want them to stop interrupting the game," Loki accused.

"I... yes, that would also be nice, thank you."

In a way, Loki was quite impressed that you'd managed to remain asleep throughout all of this. Even he, the God of Mischief, couldn't come up with another method to try to wake you that wasn't too cruel for him to care to attempt.

He decided to keep trying to wake you while the others watched the second half. He wasn't all too interested in the game anyhow, and Thor couldn't complain that he was interrupting his viewing time.

Loki was sure that he could wake you if he could just find the the spot that you were simply too ticklish to sleep through. While awake, you were devastatingly ticklish - barely a solitary squeeze to the side and you'd be giggling like mad. How your mind was able to block out the ticklish sensations only whilst you slept was beyond him.

He scratched his fingers along your belly just above your waistline as he began his mission to locate your weak spot. His fingertips traveled gently up the side of your stomach, around your side, down to squeeze at your hipbone for a moment. Your ribs, he knew, would have you howling with laughter if you were awake, and yet no matter how meticulously he searched along each rib for a trigger spot to wake you, you simply buried your face deeper into his stomach in your sleep. Loki had to abandon that spot, mostly because you'd begun to tickle him with your gentle breathy laughter against his thin shirt overlaying his belly. You infuriating little creature.

Tickling fingers traveled up to your neck, flitting lightly against the soft, silky skin. Curiously, he fluttered his fingers under your chin, chuckling fondly under his breath as you ducked your head and let out a breath of a laugh - still in your sleep, of course. Perhaps your back would do it?

Before shifting to try there, he scratched ever so gently just below your jawline, selfishly enjoying the adorable smile it brought to your face. His fingertips grazed along the thin skin just behind your ear unintentionally.

Suddenly, you squeaked.

It was barely audible over the noise of the game and the cheering of the others in the room, but it was undeniable - you had squeaked. A sly grin spread across Loki's face as he averted his full attention to that spot, ghosting his fingertips around and behind your ear. Your face scrunched up into a huge smile, then slowly, your eyes cracked open.

"What..."

"Ah, she awakens at last." Loki caught your wrist before you could block his tickling fingers with your hand, continuing to flit the fingertips of his free hand around the hypersensitive shell of your ear. Rapid, squeaky giggles bubbled from your mouth as you tried shrugging your shoulder up to block him.

"Hehey!! You wahanted me to slee-heep, and then yohou tickle mehe??" you whined sleepily.

"Darling, you've been asleep for nearly two hours," Loki informed you, pausing his torment as your mouth dropped open.

"Two hours?? But then I... I missed two games??"

"A game and a half, actually," Bucky called from his seat. The room had now realized you were awake. "But the end of this one has been a nail-biter!"

Scowling, you shifted to sit up so you could watch the television. Loki couldn't hold back from pinching your side once, drawing your attention just long enough for him to say I told you so. You returned the favor by poking him in the stomach, earning a jolt and a glare from the god that he didn't truly mean.

With the added rest, you returned right back to your usual ways. You were on your feet with every goal, screaming at the referee on the screen for every penalty as though he could hear you, cheering when the opposing team missed a score. You were rambunctious, loud, and vicious. All traits Loki had come to love about you.

But if there was one thing he'd learned today, it was this:

Even someone as fierce as yourself had a weakness.

#ticklish!reader #tickle fluff #tickle fic #marvel tickle #avengers x fem!reader #ler!bucky #ler!thor #ler!loki #ler!Steve Rogers #ler!Bruce #ler!Natasha #ler!Clint #ler!Tony

[amazingmsme]

yelena belova + 24 for the tickle asks thing! i just love her so much, my precious ticklish baby 🥰 thank you!

24. A time you were cheered up with tickling after one of your worst days.

I love these sisters so much & I hope you enjoy this lil snippet!

Natasha could read her sister like the back of her hand. She knew when she was happy, sad, angry, playful… so it wasn’t very hard to notice that Yelena was more than a little upset.

She slammed the door when she came in, stomping heavily over to the couch. She practically threw herself down with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest. Natasha walked into the room cautiously, gaging the situation.

“Hey what’s wrong?”

Yelena flared up at her with an unamused expression. “Nothing.”

Natasha offered a warm smile. “Now I know that’s not true.”

“You don’t know anything.”

“I know more than you think,” she said, sitting down next to her sister. “You can either tell me or I can cheer you up. Your choice.” Yelena arched a brow at her. She neglected to choose, so Natasha chose for her.

“Cheering up it is,” she decided, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. Her fingers dug into her side, scratching the soft skin. Yelena spasmed and a small squeak left her before she could clamp her mouth shut.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to fight off the mirth bubbling up inside her chest. “See, you’re smiling! It’s working already!” she cheered. Yelena didn’t hold out for long before she let the laughter flow freely. It felt good to let go after the shit day she had.

“Nahahat dohohon’t!” she squealed, weakly swatting her hands. She sunk into the cushions, leaning into the touch rather than away. She still made a fuss about it though. “You’re bullying mehehehe!” she whined as Nat squeezed both of her hips. She let out a surprised shriek and bucked.

“No I’m not, I’m offering a distraction,” she teased with a gentle smile. “You need it.”

Yelena would never admit it, but she really did. And she was grateful that her sister knew her so well.

#natasharomanofftheposer #asks #fic asks #fic meme #fic game #sentence starters #avengers #avengers tickle fic #yelena boleva #natasha romanoff #ticklish!yelena

[widowsistersandfriends]

Tears

Request: Could you write a fic where the reader is Natasha and Yelena's little sister and one day she is very sad but she doesn't want to tell them what's going on but the widow sisters have their way of getting the information out ;))

Note: Thank you for this adorable request! I really enjoyed writing this one, and I appreciate your patience while waiting for me to write this one! Enjoy! <3

Word Count: 3053

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You woke up bright and early, eager to start your day. Today was Friday, and you were looking forward to the weekend after a long week of school. You got out of bed and washed up before heading downstairs for breakfast. Although you were training to be a mini Black Widow, your two older sisters still insisted you get a good education. You didn’t mind though, as you loved learning and exploring new topics.

The smell of fresh scrambled eggs and crispy bacon filled the air as you descended down the stairs. You took in a big whiff and sighed with happiness.

“Good morning, Y/N, just in time for breakfast!” Natasha said cheerfully. Yelena however, was not seen anywhere at the table, so you asked the redhead where she was.

“Oh you know how she is. She loves her sleep,” the redhead said with a chuckle.

“Can I go wake her up?” You asked.

“Eat your breakfast first. I want you to have enough time to eat and digest,” Natasha said, placing a plate in front of you consisting of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, apple slices, and a glass of orange juice. You thanked Natasha for the breakfast and dug in with your fork.

You finished your breakfast and went to pack your backpack for the day. You quickly piled in your notebooks and folders along with your pencil case and laptop.

“Alright Y/N, wanna come wake up Yelena with me?” Natasha offered. You nodded excitedly, as the two of you slowly opened the door to the blonde’s room. Yelena was a deep sleeper, so she didn’t even move or respond to Natasha’s soft spoken words asking her to wake up.

You tapped Natasha’s arm and whispered her a question, earning a response and a slight grin from the redhead. With her approval, you reached under the blanket and began squeezing the blonde’s side muscle with just the right amount of pressure. Yelena jerked in response, snorting and immediately tried to wriggle away.

Yelena grumbled into her pillow, clearly trying to suppress her giggles. She was never a happy camper having to wake up.

“Come on Yelena, wake up and it’ll all be over~,” you said teasingly. You jumped on top of her and began scribbling your fingers all over her stomach, causing the blonde to let out a loud bark of laughter.

“OHOHOKAHAHAY Y/N, STAHAHAHAP IHIHIM GEHEHETTING UHUHUP,” Yelena shouted, all while swatting your hands away.

Natasha watched from a distance, chuckling slightly at Yelena’s state as you got off of the bed.

“Stop laughing at me, Poser. You’re no better than me,” Yelena said with a huff.

“Then you better get up then before I prove you wrong,” Natasha said, a teasing tone coating her threat. 

“No no no! Natasha dohoHOHOHONT AHAHAHAHAHA,” the blonde screamed with laughter, as her redheaded sister began to scribble up and down her feet which were sticking out from under the covers.

“Then get up you silly butt,” Natasha said, as you laughed while watching the blonde suffer.

Natasha eventually let her sister up, after a good ruffle of her hair. Yelena shot you a glare, giving you a warning look where you knew you were gonna be in big trouble. Luckily it was time for school and you had to go catch the bus.

You picked up your bag and headed out the front door after giving your two sisters a big hug.

“Have a good day at school!” The two widows said, while waving at you. You waved back and boarded the bus, looking forward to the fun day ahead.

Your day started off well, as you stayed engaged in all of your classes. You had fun learning in each class, and were now headed to gym class. Today, you guys were splitting up into multiple teams for a dodgeball tournament. You were skilled when it came to throwing and catching, so this really made you excited inside. 

After you all split into teams, you began playing against each other to see who would move on in the bracket. Your team was fairly strong, and you guys had made it to the championship game. You were excited for the challenge, until you heard someone chirping from the other team.

“Hey look guys, they have a girl so we’re gonna win!”

“A girl can’t compete in this! They can’t throw!”

You were the only girl on your team, so you knew who this was directed towards. However, you felt the anger building up inside of you. You’ve never really been in this situation before, so you didn’t know the best way to handle it. Instead, you just followed your gut.

“You shut up! Why don’t you beat me first before running your mouth!” You shouted across the gym. Everyone started ooohing in anticipation of a fight.

“I already know I’m gonna win because girls can’t throw!” The boy shouted back.

“It’s a team sport you dummy, so why don’t you get your facts straight first before you speak nonsense!” You yelled back. At this point, you were so ready to whip the ball into his face. Or another part.

The match began and your team began to play. Balls whizzed by as you ducked and dodged, all while throwing darts across the gym. You even caught quite a few to eliminate the guys on the other team. You felt an adrenaline rush going through you, loving the fact that you were proving him and everyone else in the gym wrong.

It was an intense match, and each team now had three players remaining. Teams were allowed to pass the ball around to the people on the side who were already out as well. You had been studying how the people on the other team threw, analyzing the spin and the route the ball would likely take. 

The kid threw the ball at your teammate, who was caught off guard as the ball ricocheted off his shoulder and in the air. You turned and quickly dove for the ball, rolling to break your fall which you had learned from when training with your sisters. Your team cheered, as it was now 3 versus 2. It turned into 2 versus 2 when one of your teammates got pegged in the knee.

Your teammate made a good effort to throw, but it was caught, eliminating him from the game. Now 2 versus 1, you knew you were your team’s last hope. But your desire wasn’t winning. It was defeating that guy and making him eat his words. If he hadn’t said that before, you wouldn’t be as focused on winning and more on having fun. However, your fun would come when you came out victorious.

The ball came straight for you, slightly away from your head. You debated on whether you should dodge and survive, or risk reaching out to catch or possibly fumble it. You reached out at the last second, snagging the ball with one hand, eliminating yet another person.

You felt the pressure now, eyeing the same boy who had talked down to you. He was still chirping away, but you didn’t respond. You were focusing on your next move. He currently had the ball and was trying to find a way to catch you off guard. You saw his eyes move, which was more than enough for a spy in training to figure out what would happen next. 

You smirked to yourself, seeing his eyes look past you. He was planning on throwing it to one of his teammates out of bounds, to catch you off guard and to eventually get you out. He wound up and threw, and as you suspected it was intended to head over you. However, you jumped to intercept his throw, and spun around faster than light while whipping a side arm throw across the gym, nailing him. 

“Two balls for the price of one!” You shouted across the gym at him, as your team started cheering and celebrating. 

“Whatever, you just got lucky. You’re still inferior and need luck to beat a guy,” he chirped back.

“Oh no honey, just no. It’s not luck. It’s called playing the game and not running my mouth when I can’t back it up,” you clapped back.

“You talked that talk but couldn’t walk that walk,” you said, as he began to move closer.

He didn’t say anything, but he wound up to punch. Luckily, you remembered the move Natasha taught you that she used against Happy in the fighting ring in front of Pepper and Tony. The guy was humiliated as he was thrown to the ground. 

“Thanks for playing, better luck next time! And don’t even try to start shit, I have two sisters who can fight as well,” you said, turning and walking away. If you had a mic, you would’ve dropped it for dramatic effect. 

While you were glad you defeated him and put him in his place, the rest of the day you were boiling with anger. You couldn’t quite pin what it was. 

You returned home after a long and eventful day, grateful to finally be home. 

“Hey, Y/N, how was school today?” Yelena asked, giving you a hug, as you dropped your backpack on the ground. 

“It was fine,” you said flatly.

“Just fine?!? You’re usually bouncing off the walls and telling us every detail about your day,” Yelena said, giving your shoulder a playful squeeze.

“I said it’s fine, okay,” you snapped at the blonde.

Yelena was taken aback a bit, but she didn’t pressure it anymore and let you go up to your room.

“What was all that?” Natasha asked, entering the room.

“It seems like Y/N had a bad day at school, but we should give her some space before talking to her,” Yelena said, as the redhead nodded in agreement. 

Your two sisters gave you a few hours to yourself, before knocking gently at the door.

“Y/N, can we come in?” Natasha asked.

“Yeah,” you answered quietly, but just loud enough for them to hear.

Your sisters walked in, each sitting near you on the bed.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Yelena asked, patting your back softly.

“I don’t know, there was just a ton of stuff that happened today,” you said vaguely.

“If something bad happened and you want to talk about it, you know we’re always here for you,” Natasha chimed in.

You sighed, knowing that you wanted to talk about it, but just didn’t know where to start. You hesitated for a moment, before speaking.

“I’m okay. But if you really want to know, you have to pay a price,” you said, giving the faintest hint of a smirk.

Oh? Is that a challenge?” Yelena said, as both sisters knew you were transitioning into your playful mood. 

The two widows quickly pinned you with your arms above your head. 

“No wait! Let me go!” you cried, wiggling around to the best of your abilities. 

“Hmm, no. We know you were sad and we want to know why and cheer you up!” Natasha insisted, as she sat on your waist and began to rake her nails in your armpits.

“HAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE,” you begged.

“Oh? Begging already? You’re in for a long ride little one,” Natasha said teasingly.

You continued to laugh and scream, as your sensitive underarms could not get used to the ticklish sensation being produced from her nails. It also didn’t help that being pinned made you a thousand times more sensitive than you already were.

The redhead moved her hands down to poke and dig in between your ribs, making you scream with laughter.

“GAH NOHOHO THAHAHATS MEHEHEHEAN,” you said, giggling hysterically. 

“Oh I know,” Natasha said with a smirk. She then traded places with Yelena, so they could both get a chance to wreck you.

“Well well well, what do we have here?” Yelena asked teasingly.

“An old fart on top of me who sleeps for a million hours,” you said cheekily.

“You little—”

With that, Yelena had dug into your sides the same way you had, along with the most ticklish pokes, pinches and scribbles, to your tummy. 

You burst into hysterical laughter, from both her reaction and the tickles.

“OHOHO MY GOHOHOD STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES,” you cried out.

“Oh what’s wrong, Y/N? Too ticklish?” The blonde asked with an evil grin.

“YEHEHEHES IHIHIHI AHAHAHAM NOW STAHAHAHAHAP,” you squealed.

“Better tell us why you’re sad,” Natasha teased, as she added on with more armpit tickles.

You were a mess now and they both knew you were bound to break soon.

“OHOHOHOKAHAHAY IHIHIHI’LL SPIHIHILL PLEHEHEHEASE,” you shouted.

The girls stopped tickling you and gave you a chance to catch your breath. After a couple of minutes you explained everything to them.

“Y/N, I understand why you were upset and you have every right to be. You stood up for yourself and didn’t want to be judged just because you’re a girl,” Natasha said.

“We’re both proud of you for how you handled it. You’re very mature for your age. Not to mention, you kicked his ass and showed him who’s boss” Yelena added, giving you a high five.

You giggled slightly, feeling better after they comforted you.

“And just remember. Yelena and I are always gonna be here for you. We will always stand up for you and we will never think less of you for your age, gender, height, race, sexuality, anything,” Natasha said with a firm grip on your shoulder. You looked into her eyes and knew she was being sincere. It was a love and support you never knew existed, or that you needed.

“We see you as a strong woman, someone who is willing to fight and stand up for herself. We are so proud of you for taking the leap of faith and having the courage to stand up for yourself when no one else would,” Yelena added.

You gave them both a hug and thanked them for talking you through it all.

“Y/N, we have to make sure you’re all cheered up,” Yelena said with a smirk.

You sat up and quickly tried to bolt, but not before Natasha grabbed you and threw you back onto the bed gently.

“You’re not going anywhere until we see you smile,” Natasha said, pinning you quickly again.

“I already did!” You insisted.

“I didn’t see it. Did you?” Yelena asked her sister.

“Nope, I never saw it once today,” Natasha said, knowing she was riling you up. With that, she sat on your shins and looked back at you with a smirk. “You ready to smile, Y/N?”

“Never!” You shouted stubbornly. Natasha rolled her eyes playfully and began to slowly drag her nails over your feet, as you wiggled them frantically, hopelessly trying to avoid her nifty fingers.

You held in your laughter, determined to not let them hear you laugh.

“Come on little Y/N, let it out~,” Yelena said, as she began to rake her nails over your inner thighs. You bucked at the sensation, close to bursting into laughter, even though they were tickling you slowly.

“Ihihihi’ll nehehever lahahahaugh hehehe,” you giggled, clearly not able to hold them in.

With that, Natasha began to tickle your feet with full force, scribbling at your heel, arches and toes, while Yelena squeezed into your hip divots with no mercy.

“OK OK OK STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHITS TOO MUHUHUHUCH AHAHAHAHA,” you screamed with laughter, as your two sisters took in your beautiful smile. 

“Awww there’s that cute little smile,” Yelena teased, reaching behind her to squeeze your knees, making you squeal and kick with laughter.

Once the girls thought you had enough, they flipped you over to massage your back.

You laid there with your arms above your head, now relaxing with the massage.

“You know Y/N, I don’t understand how ticklish you are,” Yelena said.

“You’re almost as bad as Yelena,” Natasha added.

“What do you mean almost as bad? She’s way worse than me,” Yelena insisted, shooting her sister a glare.

You got their attention again when you let out a small giggle when Yelena brushed her nail over your back.

“What was that?” Natasha asked. Yelena now raked all ten of her nails over your back, causing you to wriggle from side to side while giggling hysterically into the pillow.

“Awwww, your back is ticklish. That is  so cuteeee,” the two sisters cooed, now tickling your back and back of your thighs with their nails.

“GUYS STAHAHAHAP IVE HAHAHAD ENOHOHOUGH,” you screamed, as Yelena made sure to dip into your sides to catch you off guard. After a few more minutes of squealing, screaming, and pleading, the two girls finally let you up.

“You guys are the worst,” you said with a huff.

“You love us,” Natasha said, giving you the same hair ruffle she had given Yelena that morning. You pouted which they thought was adorable and hugged you at the same time, smothering you in endless love.

“Remember Y/N, today’s Friday. That means we can eat pizza and watch movies all night,” Yelena said.

You cheered with excitement, as you guys started planning out the night and which movies to watch.

“Wait, but before we eat, will you help me get revenge on Natasha?” You whispered to Yelena.

“Oh definitely, Poser needs a good wrecking,” Yelena said with an evil grin. Before Natasha could react, she was pinned to the bed the same way you were, and was tag teamed by you and Yelena. Sure enough, you guys all shared the same weak spots, as Natasha was lost in laughter as she was attacked with tickles. 

After the redhead was wrecked to pieces and warned you guys that you were in big trouble, the pizza finally arrived at the door. You eagerly jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. The three of you enjoyed the pizza and watched lots of fun movies that night. Tickles were thrown in here and there, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You were grateful for the two powerful and caring women in your life, who spoiled you with love and tickles. What happened to be sad tears turned into tears of laughter, which all three of you loved.

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[gigglymarvel]

Prove That You’re Real (Natasha x Yelena)

We hope you enjoy! We always love some sister fluff 🥲💕 (Word count: 1870)

It had been a few days since Natasha Romanoff had been back on Earth. Having returned and reaching out to everyone had been…challenging to say the least. Especially when it came to Yelena.

She missed her so much, but cognitively had no time to experience the reality that she…was..herself again and yet not. She had to find a way to reconnect with her sister. So, she did the Widow thing and showed up by knocking at her door.

Yelena groaned when she heard the knock, she had near enough no energy to get herself up to answer the door. But she had a feeling that she needed to, so she got up and shuffled to the door, opening it.

Her eyes widened, not believing who was in front of her for a second. “If this is some prank that someone has set on me then they are a cruel, cruel person.” Yelena told the person in front of her, not realising it was actually her sister.

"I had blue hair and tried to defend you from bullies. Our mother raises pigs and our father is stuck in his good old days as Russia's superhero and thinks Captain America is a god." Natasha blurted. "Uh hi. It's me." She added at the end.

“N-Natasha?” Yelena called out quietly, tears brimming her eyes as she took a step back to observe her, being more and more certain that it was her sister. “Is it… is it really you?” She asked, admittedly a little shaken up. “But you… what?”

"It is really me…as for how or what..I am not sure myself." She said, her own materialization a mystery, but a miracle she hold everpresent gratitude for.

Yelena let out a sob as she couldn’t hold back anymore, she jumped into her sisters arms and held her tighter than ever before, her body trembling as she did so. “Oh my god…” she whispered to herself.

"It's me sestra, it's me," Natasha whispered back and sobbed herself as she held her sister close. "I guess it's implied I need a place to stay,"

“The nerve to even say that. There’s a hotel down the road.” Yelena murmured as she refused to let go of Nat, before shuffling into her apartment and closing the door with Nat still in her arms, a small smile on her face.

"Guess I better pack my stuff then," Natasha chuckled, with nothing but the clothes on her back and the blonde woman in her arms.

“Ok bye.” Yelena replied, trying to smile as she pulled away, tears brimming her eyes as she dragged Nat to the couch and pulled her down, showing the affectionate side of her which most people aren’t aware of. But she needed this physical closeness with Nat right now.

The redhead chuckled fondly and ended up somewhat toppling on her sister before gently rolling so she was under the blonde, holding her as close as she could muster. She then playfully pretended to scoop Yelena up in her arms and walk toward the door.

“Hey, where are you going? Are you leaving again?” Yelena asked, a little panicked as she bit her lip, still anxious that Nat was going to leave her again. She wouldn’t know what she would do if that were to happen.

"Hey, hey..no I was teasing babygirl that I was taking the only things I have to my name to the hotel you and the clothes on my back," Nat said softly as she ran her fingers through Yelena's blonde locks.

“Nono, I was joking, you can stay here, of course you can. Just please don’t leave me again.” Yelena pleaded, hating how desperate and weak she seemed at this moment as she clung onto Nat desperately.

The older Widow pressed her forehead against Yelena's, "I have no intention of leaving you, sestra," she said wholeheartedly, wanting nothing more than to comfort her sister.

Yelena nodded silently and cuddled into her, pulling her back down onto the couch as she nuzzled into her. She melted into the comforting feeling Natasha was giving her as her body still trembled in disbelief.

The redhead's fingers absentmindedly traveled along her sister's frame, drawing patterns on her back and neck, when her hands happened to drift closer and closer to her sides as Natasha basked in the presence of her little Yelena. "I can't believe I'm holding you," she whispered to herself.

The younger Widow didn’t quite catch what Natasha had said, she was just feeling too grateful for that moment as she clung onto her. That was until she felt her fingers brush against her sides, which made Yelena flinch a little.

Natasha felt it, her instincts still sharp as a tack, especially when it came to Yelena, "Hey, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?' she questioned, her mind still reeling too much to consider any other possibility as to why Yelena had flinched.

Yelena bit her lip, not knowing how to respond to that. She shrugged in response. “You did not hurt me, don’t worry.” She replied a little shyly.

"So why did you.." Natasha couldn't help but wonder, knowing her sister shied away from just about nothing. Suddenly memories of their childhood came flooding back to how she'd help Yelena feel better after a nightmare or a bad day. "Are you afraid of The Monster?" She smirked and asked in a playful voice.

The blonde’s eyes widened as she immediately knew what Nat was on about, she tried to wriggle out of her grip as she shook her head. “Nonono don’t you bring that idiot back-“

Immediately the ex-asssasin turned the tables, flipping her sister underneath her for a special formula of older sibling torture. "Oh why not, I'm sure you've…outgrown it," she smirked and wiggled her fingers above Yelena before diving in with spider like action all over the blonde's ribs.

Yelena immediately broke into giggles, she tried to throw Natasha off but she was already weak from being overwhelmed about her sisters return, this playful torture was just another reason why she couldn’t immediately throw her sister off.

“Nohohoho gehehehet ohohohoff you lohohohoser!”

Nat smirked, feigning playful offense, "Loser? Did you just call me a loser?" She teased and immediately moved her scribbles into the young Widow's armpits. "Ticktickticktickle Lena loo!" She cooed meanly, having missed this game.

Yelena blushed and cackled with laughter, slamming her arms against her sides. “NAHAHAHATASHAHAHAHA!” She screeched out, trying to roll off the couch to get away from the playful torture.

"Awww c'mon, big bad Yelena can't handle the TICKLE MONSTER?" Nat laughed and then growled, deciding to be extra mean as she made nom noises right into Yelena's ear, down her face and neck and then into her ribs as her skittering fingers danced along her baby sister's sides and tummy.

The blonde screeched with laughter as she weakly shoved at her sisters head, shaking her own as she thrashed around, especially when Natasha nibbled her ribs. “MEHEHEHEAN!”

The redhead chuckled, continuing only a little longer before giving her a breather, she tickled under Yelena's chin, "Take a breath baby, I didn't overdo it did I?" She asked with a good-natured smile and a cheeky twinkle in her eye.

Yelena blushed and playfully slapped Natasha’s hand away. “No, you didn’t overdo it, but you’re still a loser.” She told her with a shy smile.

Nat smiled and booped her nose, hugging Yelena close, "I think you enjoyed that," she said cheekily as she poked her sides softly, "And you got more ticklish, not less, since being a kid."

Yelena blushed madly, shaking her head as she flinched. “Nope, not true, at least you have forgotten my top spot.” She added, remembering how awfully sensitive her thighs were.

"You're still ticklish there?" Nat smirked and squeezed her thighs once, watching closely for Yelena's response, the blonde immediately yelped and bucked, her hands flying towards Nat’s wrists.

“I-there’s a possibility… maybe…” she blushed, holding her sisters hands away with a shy smile.

"I'd say more like 100%," the redhead grinned and overpowered her sister, sitting on her waist and squeezing all over her thighs, switching out with mean spider tickles on her inner thighs.

Yelena cackled with laughter and thrashed around, shoving at her sister helplessly as she screeched. “NAHAHAHAHAH!”

"Awwww you're so cuuuuute! Coochiescoochiecoochie coo!" She cooed fondly and squeezed up and down rapidly, causing Yelena to cackle with laughter and thrash helplessly.

She continued to shove at her sisters hands whilst trying to buck her off, although she wasn’t necessarily hating the playful torture right now as she felt closer than ever to her sister.

Natasha smiled and then attacked Yelena's tummy, spidered and skittered and squeezing in to her sides, "Awww what's so funny Yelena? Does it tiiickle? Does it?"

“Yohohohour fahahahace!” Yelena replied between fits of giggles, covering her upper body with her arms as she squealed and squirmed.

Nat smirked and glared playfully, "My whaaaat?" She growled and pinned Yelena's arms under her knees and mercilessly raspberried her tummy as she kept squeezing her thighs.

Yelena cackled out and pulled helplessly at her arms. “YOHOHOHOUR FAHAHACE!” She yelled out, screeching when Natasha’s hands touched her inner thighs.

The Widow smirked and skittered and squeezed all over her thighs and up into her hip/thigh spot, "Oh heeeeere?" She asked, making Yelena giggle even louder and shake her head.

“NOHOHOHO YOHOHOHOU BUHUHUTT!” She screeched, trying to kick out and pull at her hands.

"You can't break me out this hold! I've got a vice grip!' she smirked and pinched in gently, demonstrating her strength of hold as she pulsed in the tickles .

“FUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOU!” Yelena cackled, squeezing her legs shut whilst she let out fits of laughter. “GOHOHOHO SOHOHOHOMEWHEHEHERE EHEHEHELSE!” She begged.

Natasha nodded and immediately moved to spider all over her tummy, "Your wish is my command," she replied, causing Yelena to let out much lighter giggles now, but it was still more than enough to get her squirming and kicking.

The redhead chuckled and soon eased her torture, "How're you feeling giggle butt?" She teased, making Yelena blush and take in deep breaths, playfully flipping Nat off once her hands were free.

“You… are such a butt…” the younger huffed out playfully, but with a huge grin on her face to show she was joking. The older Widow responded by tussling her blonde hair and pulling her into a hug.

“Never leave again..” Yelena murmured out as she hugged Natasha back just as tightly after she recovered. It had just about sunk in that she was actually back, but she knew it was going to take a while to make up for lost time when it came to the physical closeness she craved so much.

"Only to pee," Nat teased, kissing her baby sister's temple and reveling in the fact that she got a second…really a third chance to love her again and she wasn't going to miss a second.

#avengers tickle fic #marvel tickle fic #marvel tickle #avengers tickle #ler!natasha #ler!nat #ticklish!yelena

[winterwidowtickles]

Relax.

Coming home from a mission was always stressful for Natasha.

For one, she wanted to be absolutely sure no one followed her back to her apartment. For another, she didn’t like coming home to silence.

But mostly, it was because ever since Bucky had moved in, she was afraid of leading someone back to him.

Tonight, when she came home, still dressed in the disguise she’d worn on her mission. He met her at the door with a kiss. And she knew he could tell she was on edge.

After the third or fourth time of her jumping every time someone walked down the hall outside their door, Bucky felt he had to do something.

The little black dress that she wore was strapless, with slits down the side that left very little to the imagination. and left a lot of her figure exposed.

“You’re so tense,” Bucky sighed, while Natasha’s focus was directed out the window to the parking lot below.

“Let’s do something about that.” 

Before Natasha could react, Bucky’s good hand was exploring her ribcage, ticking her vulnerable ribs. Instantly, the redheaded widow jumped up from the couch where they’d been sitting, Bucky had a smile on his face and a light in his eyes, Natasha knew that look.

“Run.”

He didn’t have to tell her twice. Kicking off her heels, Natasha sprinted for the bedroom, Bucky in hot pursuit behind her.

He chased her around the room, like a cat playing with a mouse, until at last he had her cornered between the bed and the wall.

“Don’t you dare.” Natasha said as her boyfriend approached her, Bucky still had that look on his face, maybe if she was quick enough she could still escape.

She waited a moment too long, no sooner had she thought about escaping, then Bucky had grabbed her and wrestled her onto the bed.

“I think someone, needs to relax.” Bucky said once she was on the bed and he was hovering over her.

“This is not my idea of relaxing!” A devilish smirk came over Bucky’s face at Natasha’s words.

“James!” Her voice held a warning. Which he ignored, retaliating with a playful:

“Natalia.” Before reaching for her with both hands, fingers, cold vibranium and warm flesh, digging into her sensitive ribcage.

Natasha exploded into giggles, but every time she reached for him to try and stop him from tickling her, he quickly dodged her.

It was a general rule, that they didn’t use restraints when they did this, it reminded them both too much or the ordeals they had been through. But it seemed like they didn’t need them, because every time he tickled her Natasha was rendered helpless by laughter.

“There’s that pretty smile!” Bucky cooed as he tickled her lower ribs.

“Go to hell!” Was Natasha’s response through laughter. Which only went up an octave when Bucky began to tickle her stomach.

“So rude,” he said mock offended, Natasha shook her head, still laughing as she tried to throw the super soldier off of her, but to no avail.

“Apologize.” But Natasha was laughing too hard, as the soldier spidered his fingers over her abdomen.

“No? I guess I got to bring out the big guns then.” Bucky said ceasing the tickling to Natasha’s stomach.

Natasha frowned to herself, what was he planning? Usually, her stomach was her kill spot, Bucky could tickle her there for hours, hell. Natasha was so sensitive on her stomach that kisses even tickled!

And then she felt it.

the light scratching on the ball of her nylon clad foot.

The Black Widow squealed and tried to pull away, but Bucky quickly put her feet in a headlock.

“Say you’re sorry.” Bucky instructed, as Natasha tried in vain to free her feet.

“No, no, no, Jahahamse!” Once again, Bucky was tickling her, just below the toes. Normally, tickling Natasha’s feet would result in a few giggles. But the silky black nylon was only making matters worse.

“I don’t think that’s an apology.” He was scratching at her arches now, clearly enjoying himself, Natasha could barely breathe, she was laughing so hard.

“I-I’m sohohohohohohory! Please! James, I- I can’t...”

“What are you sorry for?” Damn him! He said it as casually as if he were commenting on the weather. All the while, switching between her arches and tickling her toes.

“I’m sohohohry for telling you to go to hell!” Natasha said, but the torture didn’t stop.

“And, what else?”

“A-And for coming ho-home so tense!” Those must have been the magic words, because Bucky released her feet, and smiled at her.

“Do you feel better now?” He asked, laying down beside her on the bed.

“I’m just trying to protect us.” Natasha said flinching away, expecting more tickles.

“I know,” His metal hand reached up to play with her hair.

“But I promise you, there’s nowhere safer than here.” The cool metal of the vibranium was massaging her scalp now, and Natasha sighed.

Finally relaxing.

#tickle fic #buckynat tickles #winterwidow tickles #tummy tickles #feet tickles #rib tickles #natasha romanov is ticklish #ticklish!natasha #ler!bucky #marvel tickle

[wandasfifthwife]

patience is a virtue₊✩°｡⋆˚ ⁺

—wandanat x fem/afab!reader

༺ tw || SMUT MDNI, dom/sub dynamic, dom!wandanat & sub!reader, top!wandanat & bottom!reader, strap (r receiving | w giving), grinding, praise kink?, some impact play (one spanking lmao), overstim, packing (w), giving head (w’s strap | r giving), reader’s described to be shy, not proofread

༺ a/n || I’ve never personally been in a dom/sub relationship, so if I get things wrong that’s why! If you’re getting into one— don’t use this as a guide/reference

— masterlist ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ 2.6kwords₊✩°｡⋆˚ ⁺ next part —

It was dark in the room, a light blue light peeking in keeping it every so often from the curtains being blown around by the AC. You were wide awake, having squirming around for maybe twenty minutes. Neither of them had work, and neither did you. It was a Saturday, a holiday weekend. None of you had work today or tomorrow for that matter.

Wanda was incredibly quiet, the position she’s in extremely similar to the one she had fallen asleep in. Natasha’s the opposite; breathing heavily into the bed with one limb touching you or Wanda at all times. Meaning, most nights you slept behind Natasha, her back facing you so you’re not getting forcefully wrapped. Her embrace is lovely, but not when it’s making your temperature rise over 90° degrees.

She’s still somehow found herself curling around you, her leg resting above yours; the second you’ve begun to pull your leg free, she’s pushing off the bed. She’s obviously half asleep, but her eyes brows are furrowed, concern laced in her expression.

“Why’re you up so early, Kit? It’s like 6:30.”

You check and she’s right, the clock reading 6:27. She’s waiting, eyes heavy but still trying to stay open. You’re not sure why. Too much time goes by, her arms pulling you down into her hold.

“Go back to sleep.”

“But I’m not tired—“

She shushes you, “sleep. It’s too early.”

You try to knock her arms away, growing fidgety when her fingers inch closer to where you’re ticklish. It turns into a bit of a brawl, unfortunately with Natasha winning despite being half awake.

“Why’re you guys up,” Wanda asks, exhaustion seeping into her tone, “if you’re going to be loud, take it into the living room.”

You begin to feel bad, understanding that she had gotten back late last night. Natasha had set a bath after your little event yesterday morning. The only time you saw her was when she had come to say her goodbyes and when she crawled into bed.

You don’t remember much of the day, having fallen asleep an hour after your warm bath. The excessive sleep might be why you were up so early on your own.

“Sorry.”

“You’re fine, just keep it down.”

Natasha ends up staying awake, sitting dazed in the living room. Her hair, usually set in a braid when she sleeps, was unraveled; the wavy hair framing her face also fell into yours from where your head rested on her shoulder.

“I still don’t forgive you for this,” you emphasize your words, sliding your finger down your neck to press on the darkened mark.

“Good.”

You laugh when she noses at your neck, pressing a light kiss to the opposite side of where the mark lay. You can’t help but to shiver, the feeling of her lips and the cold affecting you.

“Aww, are you cold?”

“No,” you mumble, but accept her tighter hold with greed, fingers gripping into her sleep shirt. It was then that your stomach decided to break the moment, embarrassing you.

“We could grab breakfast while Wanda finished sleeping in. There’s a restaurant Wanda and I like just down the road.”

“Oh, sure, I’d love to.”

It was even colder outside, the lack of sun causing the cold to manifest its self everywhere. You had Natash’s coat wrapped around you, given to you by her since she fretted over your less than warm coat.

The wind blew, making you shiver and push faster to keep up with Natasha. Her ability to exude warmth even in 50° weather amazes you. She holds the door for you, slipping a hand by your waist once you’ve entered. The gesture making you nervous, focusing entirely too much on her hand’s placement and not the menu in front of you.

It was cute inside, the menu written in chalk behind the counter. Small plans lined the counters and walls, creating a honey vibe. All of these details went unnoticed to you until Natasha’s fingers pinch at your skin.

“What’s got you so spacey, hm?”

“Sorry,” you turn your gaze away, the puffy fabric of her coat ruffling with your movement.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Oh look! We’re next to order.”

Natasha glances forward, “there’s two more people.”

“Oh oops, I haven’t decided what I want yet.”

She lets it go, moving in front when your time to order comes. You pull at her shirt after, feeling the need to get the guilt off your chest after seeing her pay for your food.

“You don’t have to keep paying for me, I really am thankful but I have my own job for a reason.”

She’s putting her wallet back in her pocket, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “and there’s also a reason why I’m here with you. Let me care for you.”

“I know,” you lead on, “but this is money you’ve worked hard for. It’s not free like everything else.”

“Am I going around kissing everyone on the street?”

“What? No.”

“Exactly.”

You huff, a smile on your face when though you wish it weren’t there. In response to her buying, you offer to bring it back. She denied at first before letting you help seeing as it brought a smile to your face.

Wanda was in a similar state to how Natasha looked when you came back, eyes half lidded when you both enter. She smiles at the sight, “you two are cute, did you go to that breakfast place?”

“We did, I got something for you to.”

She places it front of her before walking by towards the shower, leaving you with Wanda. She gestures for you, showing you the screen on her phone. An event at a nearby art center, where they were displaying an exhibition.

“I can buy tickets if you’d like to go, I remember you mentioning art school when we first met.”

It was crazy that you first met them just over a week ago when the moments you had with them lately felt like you’ve known them forever. They walked with you back to your house, stopping by momentarily for you to pick up a few things seeing as you’ve all decided you’ll be staying the weekend.

The event wasn’t until later, around dinner time. When the sun had begun to set you three left from their apartment seeing as it was closer to three museum. Wanda’s shadow stands above you, grabbing your attention.

“At the museum there’ll be some ground rules, alright?”

You glance up from putting your shoes on, “okay.”

“Look at me. Don’t run off without at least one of us beside you—there’ll be a lot of people.”

You nod and she continues, “and I know you’re good for us, but if we ask you to move somewhere, I advise you it’s best to listen and not talk back.”

You welcome the kiss from her after, leaning towards her when she pulls away. Her thumb rubs your cheek, “later, if you’re good.”

Her words are a faint whisper, eliciting a response from you. She smiles at your compliance, calling out to Natasha.

It wasn’t difficult to stay close to them, the large crowds making you anxious. The exhibit was beautiful, the paintings and art pieces a contrast from the cream colored walls. Some were simple, paintings showing a lovely landscape. Some were abstract, multiple colors and shades painting a vibrant picture. Wanda preferred to read the manuscript beside each painting, taking her time throughout the exhibit. Natasha was more intrigued by your conversations, learning about each painting through audible description.

There was a section you hadn’t visited, the one on the third level. It was the one you were most looking forward to, the main room you were looking forward to. With how slow Wanda was navigating the room next to the exhibit, you were being driven up the wall. You wonder if she knew. The speed she had feeling like it was slowing down as you got to the end of the room. That’s when you’ve begun to grow impatient. You tried to be appreciative, but you were burnt out and your back was beginning to ache from standing so straight. Wanda had been keeping a hand on your back throughout the night, tapping when she felt you’ve started to slouch again. A faint whine reaches her ear. The expression on your face tired but guilty once she’s looks over at you.

“Hmm?”

“Can we move faster?”

“No, lm having a nice time looking around this room.”

“Then can Natasha and I go together?”

“To that one,” she asks, pointing across the hall to the room you’ve been eyeing the past twenty minutes, “that’s what we came for, kitten. Wait until I’ve finished so we can all go together.”

“No,” you whine, but it’s cut short immediately.

“Do you want to go home?”

“No.”

“Then cut that out now.”

You stop whining, but your impatience still makes its appearance in other ways. You try to distract yourself by talking with Natasha, pulling on Wanda’s arm to make her move faster once she’s reached the last artwork in the room. Each work she reads off the plaque felt like it’s being read in 0.25 speed, not a single word went unread. Your nails were pushing into Natasha’s arm, plastering a smile on your face when Wanda looks back at you. There’s a knowing look on her face; the pained look on Natasha’s face and your tense body language says everything.

“I’m ready to move on,” she finally says.

You and Natasha both sigh in relief for different reasons. Wanda laughs, patting your back as she walks down the hallway.

Your nails unhook themselves from Natasha’s arm, feeling guilty at the nail prints.

“Sorry,” you mumble, rubbing at the marks, “I didn’t realize.”

“It’s fine,” she brings a finger to rub at where you’ve attempted to hide her mark, the faint touch making you shiver.

It seems nice at first, getting to the exhibit you’ve been waiting for. You have had a lovely time, but everything faded away after Wanda had praised you. Her words were spoken close to your ear, words laced with lust, stating how she’s going to reward you. This time you were squirming for something else, impatience burning inside you along with something else. Curiosity.

The second their apartment door was opened, Wanda was on you. She had you up against the wall, the one directly across from the front door. A hand was holding your thigh, hooking it around her waist, allowing her to push further into you. You find it was all intentional when she grinds her hips against yours, pulling a gasp from you when you realize.

“Wands—“

She cuts you off with a slap your thigh, “try again.”

“Mommy,” you say and she nods, willing you to continue, “is that—?”

Her smile is an answer, cold fingers slide under your shirt, circling around to squeeze your ass. You keen, body sliding against hers.

“Get on your knees,” she breathes, pulling away from you.

The sight of looking up at her is pulling the air from your lungs. She’s silently demanding you keep your eyes on her with how tight she’s holding your chin.

“Pat my thigh twice if you need to stop, alright?”

“Yes mommy.”

She moans, making quick work of undoing the belt wrapped around her waist with one hand, her other leaning over you. Her belt falls to the floor, the clanging noise making you squeeze your eyes shut. The feeling of her tapping the tip against your bottom lip brings a blush to your cheeks.

“Open your lips, kitten.”

You do, the feeling of her pushing in has your head hitting the wall behind you. She’s enjoying the sight of you, eyebrows tied together, hands shyly hovering over her thighs. She keeps a hand on her waist, pushing and starting a rhythm that has you moaning. You’re a mess under her, head resting against the wall, jaw relaxed to take her comfortably. Your sounds are muffled around her length, choked and gasping.

She’s deciding it’s enough when tears spill from your eyes. Your chin glistens, lips swollen from her ministrations and it’s all driving her crazy. She’s helping you off the floor, dusting your knees off before carrying you to the bedroom. You’re in a koala hold, legs wrapped around her waist.

“Feel how wet you made it,” she sweet talks, pulling your bottom half off the bed, “it’s all because of you.”

You whine, gripping onto her wrists that lie beside your head. She pecks your lips, “please tell me you’ll say whenever you feel in pain, or uncomfortable, or if you need to stop?”

“I will,” you breathe, “I promise.”

She lines up before pushing her hips forward, eyes growing cloudy at the sounds you make as she bottoms out. You wince when it pushes up, her size stretching you out still.

She runs a finger around where you meet, “you’re so tight around me.”

Her hips jerk unexpectedly, pressing against a spot that makes you see white. You’re whining, begging her to move with a push of your legs around her waist.

Your moans echos throughout the room, loud and airy. Natasha’s been in the shower long than usual, fingers moving in circles around her clit at your pretty sounds. Unbeknownst to her Wanda’s doing the same for you, a thumb rubbing against your bud until you feel you’re about to blackout.

“Mommy—please can I?”

“Yes,” it’s a simple response but it’s all you’re needing to hear, a choked whimper bubbling out from your throat as you’ve been brought to the edge.

Wanda flips you over, not giving you a moment and pressing your face into the mattress with the force of each thrust. You couldn’t help but to cry out into the sheets, the pleasure she brought on overwhelming you.

“Mommy!”

“Mm, you’re taking it so well. I’m so proud, you want to make me proud, right?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you gasp, reaching a hand to grip at the sheets above your head, pushing back against her. The pleasure from your orgasm before increases each time her tip presses deeper into you.

“Please, please—I’m going to again.”

“Beg.”

“Mommy, please let me come. I’ve been good.”

Natasha comes to sit by the edge, a towel thrown tied across her body. She’s thankful for leaving when she did, it was the perfect time to watch you come a second time, body writing from the pleasure overwhelming your body.

Natasha brushes the tears from your eyes, hoping to distract you from Wanda pulling out.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Hold me?”

She complies, not caring about the thin shine on your body despite having just finishing a shower. It was only a “shower” anyways.

She’s holding you until Wanda’s finished throwing on a large shirt, clothes from before thrown into the hamper. Natasha passes you over so she can do the same, leaving to step inside their closet.

“Shh, you did so good.”

She runs a hand down your arm, smiling at the goosebumps forming from her touch. You’re out of breath, forehead leaning against her cold chest to fight the heat wrapped around your body.

“Would you like to take a shower, a bath?”

“A showers fine,” you respond, voice raspy.

You both actually ended up taking a shower because your legs shook when you tried to stand. Wanda was concerned you’d slip, especially seeing how your hips swayed. She spares you any teasing, carefully walking you into the bathroom.

“People are going to know you two mess with me,” you speak up from your place in the bathtub, watching Wanda brush her hair in front of the mirror.

“They might. Is this something you’re worried about?”

“Yeah,” you circle the water around your finger, “I love it, I’m just shy showing it to others.”

“And that’s alright. Not everyone will get it as good as you do, you don’t have to be shy.”

“Oh. Okay well that’s—“

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Shortie (Nat x Reader)

The reader teases Natasha about her height, but the Black Widow quickly gets revenge.

“Gooooood morning shorty!” You greeted Natasha cheekily as you snuck up behind the slightly shorter woman and patting her head.

Ever since there was a super duper official test to see who was taller (which basically entailed Yelena making you two stand back to back and she confirmed you were ever so slightly taller), you have been super boastful about the fact you were taller than the Black Widow, and you loved teasing her about it.

Natasha rolled her eyes as she leaned away from you, gently batting your hand away. “You’re barely taller than me.” She told you and gently shoved you away.

“Tall enough for me to tease you forever about it.” You teased, poking her nose with a fond smile, deciding to really rub it in her face.

Nat raised her eyebrows and folded her arms. “You really think you’re safe to call me short?” She asked, and you just grinned in response, patting your head before going to the kitchen.

The red head rolled her eyes fondly before following you, deciding she needed a snack too.

Big mistake.

You decided to step back and smirk as you pretty much read Nats mind, she wanted some cookies. Specifically, the cookies you placed on the top shelf, you snuck up behind her as she groaned, looking up at the cookies before hesitantly reaching up to grab them.

You decided to risk your life by sneaking up behind her and poking under her arms. You couldn’t help but smirk as the red head squealed and slammed her arms down, turning round to face you as she narrowed her eyes.

“Did you really just do that?” Natasha asked as she folded her arms, raising an eyebrow as you couldn’t do anything but giggle.

The Black Widow responded to that by simply wriggling her fingers towards you now. “You better run.” She warned quietly as she took a single step towards you, which was more than enough to make you squeal and turn around, unable to stop yourself as you made one more comment.

“Try and catch me with your short legs!” You replied, squealing as you heard Natasha growl, causing you to make a run for it as you immediately dashed to your room, hiding under the bed as you knew you were screwed.

“Oh no you are not getting away with this.” Nat told you as she grabbed your ankles, scribbling into your feet as she dragged you out from under the bed, immediately straddling your waist with a smirk.

“Do I still look short to you?” She asked, raising her eyebrows and folding her arms, waiting for your answer.

However, you decided to hesitate, which was a huge mistake as Nat just rolled her eyes and shook her fingers into your ribs, grinning as you immediately burst into hysterical giggles, arching your back as you thrashed around helplessly.

“Can super short people do this? Huh?” Natasha teased, smirking as she squeezed rapidly into your sides, after pinning your hands under your knees since you had the nerve to try and get away.

“YEHEHEHHES ONLY SHOHOHORT PEOPLE!” You laughed out, arching your back as you kept squirming around, squealing as you felt Nat blew a raspberry on your neck.

“You just don’t learn, do you?” Nat chuckled as she now skittered all over your upper body, occasionally blowing a raspberry on your neck if she felt like you weren’t giggling enough.

“Thighs, sestra.” You heard an all too familiar accent call out, you turned to see Yelena with raised eyebrows, a cheeky smirk on her face as she casually watched you get wrecked.

“Oh? The thighs huh?” Natasha replied casually, simply putting her fingers on your thighs, which was more than enough to get you to flinch. Nat chuckled evilly and gave your thighs a simple squeeze, grinning as you squealed and kicked out immediately. “Don’t!”

“Oh Yelena, you were so right about this spot…” Nat told her sister before gently drilling rapidly into your thighs, shaking her thumbs right into the inner spots. The blonde just smirked before leaving the two of you to it.

“GEHEHEHET OHOHOHOFF MEHEHEHEEEE!” You screeched out, trying to pull your hands free so you could shove Natasha way, but the Black Widow simply drilled in even more with a smirk.

“But this is too cute.” She teased, giving you a slight break by scribbling under your knees, causing you to squeal and kick out.

“Aw you really are sensitive, huh?” She asked you teasingly, now squeezing into your hips with a cheeky grin as she watched you cackle and squirm.

Eventually, you had to tap out, your laughter went silent and you had stopped thrashing, making Natasha let you go and sit by you, gently rubbing your arm.

“Not so short now, am I?” She asked with a cheeky smile, making you groan and flip her off playfully, but not daring to talk back in case she made you subject to playful torture again.

“Anyway, a short person can’t do this, now let’s go and watch a movie or something.” Nat told you, throwing you over her shoulder and proudly carrying you to the lounge, where the two of you spent the rest of the evening watching cheesy movies together.

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