#ler!nat

[widowsistersandfriends]

Our Chosen Sister

Request: A good friend of mine requested a fic where Natasha tickles Wanda to cheer her up

Note: I hope you enjoy this fic! This is my gift to you from afar :)

Word Count: 1117

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Wanda and Natasha had gotten closer to each other over the years, and the Scarlet Witch looked up to the Black Widow in admiration. Despite the fact that she could easily overpower Natasha, she still was in awe of her fighting skills and how she carried herself with fierce confidence. 

She trusted Natasha like a sister, and the same was true the other way around. Wanda was starting to see why Yelena was so fond of her big sister.

Wanda was truly happy for the two of them. Being reunited with your other half after so many years must have been an amazing feeling. Most of the time she was happy for them, but there were times when jealousy crept in. She missed her brother Pietro and wished she could have the kind of relationship that they had.

Natasha did her best to include Wanda to not make her feel left out, but there was still the pain of the fact that she would never quite have what they had.

Wanda was in her bedroom feeling down about this, wanting to be away from everyone for now. She knew it wasn’t good to be alone with her thoughts, but she didn’t want to bring down everyone else’s mood.

There was a soft knock on her door, so she snapped herself out of it. 

“Come in.”

“Hi Wanda. What are you doing here sitting in the dark? Yelena was asking where you were so we could play a board game together,” Natasha said, walking over to sit on her bed.

“Oh, that’s thoughtful,” Wanda said, slightly caught off guard that they wanted to do stuff with her.

“You seem a little down. Are you okay?”

“Not really,” Wanda confessed.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Okay, I can try,” Wanda sighed. “I guess I’ve been feeling jealous of you and Yelena. I really love how you guys try to include me in things, but sometimes I feel like a third wheel.”

“Oh Wanda. I know it’s hard and I’m sorry if we’ve made you jealous. I promise that’s not our intent and you’ll never be a third wheel. You’re our other sister,” Natasha said, rubbing Wanda’s back comfortingly. 

“It’s just hard to believe that. I know you two would rather be alone together than have me along for the ride,” Wanda said.

“That’s not true. If anything, you make it so much better by being there. You’re the buffer that keeps me and Yelena from pulling our hair out,” Natasha joked.

Wanda smiled softly to herself, nodding. “It’s just hard seeing any siblings, not just you two. And it’s not that I don’t like being around you two, but it just makes me insecure sometimes.”

“That’s fair, and I understand that. You can always let us know if you need some space or even hang out with just one of us separately,” Natasha reassured her.

“Thanks, I appreciate that.”

“Now, do you wanna come downstairs to help me and Yelena not pull our hair out?” Natasha asked with a smile. 

“Well, you’re old and balding, so I don’t really think you need Yelena there to have your hair fall out,” Wanda teased, now feeling in a playful mood after their conversation.

“What?” Natasha laughed, not sure if she had heard right.

“I’m saying you're old,” Wanda reiterated.

“Yeah, I got that,” Natasha said with an eye roll. The redhead was just happy that Wanda seemed to be in a little bit better of a mood. However, as quickly as the smile surfaced, it quickly disappeared.

“Did you still want to talk about it?” Natasha offered.

“No, it’s okay. I promise I feel better.”

“Can I try something to help cheer you up?” Natasha asked.

“Sure,” Wanda agreed.

The redhead scooted herself to sit on Wanda’s thighs. The witch was still sitting upright against her pillow, so she was now trapped.

Before Wanda could ask any questions, Natasha reached down to tickle the girl’s ribs, causing her to squeal in surprise.

“NATASHAHA! WHAHAT AHAHARE YOU DOHOIHING!” Wanda shouted, hunching over and wrapping her arms around herself in self-defense. 

“Getting you to smile!” Natasha said with glee, as the witch ducked her head down so her smile couldn’t be seen.

“Ah ah ah, no hiding from me,” the black widow warned, reaching back to squeeze right above her knees.

Wanda yelped in surprise, her whole body snapping upwards at the sensation. 

“OHOH MY GOHOD STAHAHAP!” She shrieked, covering her face in embarrassment.

Natasha shook her head at her, grabbing her arms and holding her wrists in one hand. With the other, she tickled the girl’s stomach, seeming to have hit the jackpot. 

Wanda was in hysterics, now unable to talk through her laughter. The redhead took it up a notch and slipped her hand underneath her shirt, scratching away at her cute tummy.

“NOHOHO! NAHAHAT!”

“Yes?”

“PLEHEHASE GEHET OHOFF!”

“But I love seeing your smile, it’s so precious,” Natasha cooed, balancing herself as Wanda wriggled beneath her. “Plus, you did call me old earlier, so I think this also counts as your punishment for that.”

Wanda laughed harder, both from the tickling and from the hilarious joke from earlier.

“Where’s your most ticklish spot?” Natasha asked teasingly.

“WHY WOHOULD I TEHEHELL YOHOHOU?!?” Wanda exclaimed.

Natasha let go of her hands and pinned them under her knees.

“I think I know where it is,” Natasha grinned, slowly moving her hands towards Wanda’s neck.

The witch shook her head frantically. “Noooo! Nat, please!”

Natasha snorted at her reaction, using her nails to spider over the sides of her neck and up along her ears.

Wanda was a cute giggly mess, scrunching up her nose as she laughed, and shrugging her shoulders up to protect herself from Natasha’s mean fingers.

“ohohOKAay! I cahAHAHan’t!” Wanda was wheezing with laughter, turning red in the face.

“Hmm, as long as you’re all cheered up and accept that I’m not old.” Natasha raised an eyebrow at her.

“Nohoho!” Wanda insisted, still giggling.

“You just want to be tickled more,” Natasha laughed, going back to tickle her tummy and sides. Wanda squealed and quickly surrendered, playfully pushing the redhead off of her.

“Your nails scare me,” Wanda admitted.

“They’re the best tool for tickling,” Natasha said, wiggling her fingers at Wanda playfully.

“Are you feeling better now?” Natasha asked.

“Yes, I am. It felt good to laugh freely,” the witch admitted.

“That’s great to hear. Wanna come down and play? I bet Yelena’s wondering where we are,” Natasha said, as Wanda nodded and stood up, following her out the door.

Little did they know that they had given Yelena just enough time to set up a prank.

[ficsandgiggles]

Core Muscles (Natasha x Yelena x Reader)

“Ahh so pleased your prompts are open again! I’m not great at asks but how about reader x one of/a combo of the Marvel girls (actors or characters, up to you) training in the gym. Reader is working on core strength and one of the girls points to the muscles reader should be working on and reader loses it because their stomach is their worst spot so of course the girls go to town. Have some fun with it!”

A/N: I really hope this is okay! I have no knowledge about these types of exercises although I wish I had the motivation to learn/do them 😂 but I hope you enjoy! ❤️

Word count: 1255

Warnings: None

“So you’re working on your core strength today?”

You jumped when you heard another voice, but relaxed when you recognised it, turning around to see Natasha enter the gym, wearing a tank top and gym pants with her hair up in a ponytail.

You vowed to yourself that you would start looking after your body more, as you knew that sometimes you needed more than just your powers in a fight or for self-defence in general.

You nodded in response to Nat’s question. “Yeah… I heard that having a stronger core can do more than just give you abs, it can help balance and stuff.” You replied, briefly looking at the mirror, you had some insecurities with your body, but you could see improvement. But now you regret wearing a crop top since you were no longer alone.

“You’re learning your stuff,” Natasha commented with a smile, going towards the punching bag. “If you need any help, give me a shout, I’ll be here for a bit.” She told you before beginning her workout.

“Thanks…” you replied quietly, trying to concentrate and return to what you were doing. You decided to do the classic plank, despite hating it, there were a lot of benefits in doing it. So you got down and stretched into the position. You went into your own little world, trying to stay there for as long as possible. You were so zoned out that you didn’t notice that Yelena had walked into the room.

“You are putting yourself through torture by doing the plank you know.”

You snapped out of your head and collapsed, turning around to see Yelena smirking. “I was getting to my record time!” I whined, getting up to shove at her.

“Oh boo hoo, if you’re looking at strengthening your tummy muscles I can show you a few more exercises you can do.” She offered, and you immediately nodded, anything that avoids doing the plank.

“Okay, so you will need to be on the floor on all fours, then you stretch out an arm and then the opposite leg and switch. It’s called the bird dog.” She chuckled as you followed her directions.

You could definitely feel your core muscles working and got more and more confident as you tried to extend your limbs higher and higher, thus arching your back a little.

“You do not need to stretch high, it’s about control.” Yelena guided, putting her hands on your ribs to gently move you back to the original position, making you flinch and briefly bring your arm back.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” She asked, you immediately shook your head, smiling innocently.

“Oh, no, I just didn’t expect you to touch me.” You replied casually, doing a few more rounds of the exercises before giving yourself a break.

Your eyes flickered towards Natasha, who was watching the two of you, she gave you a brief smirk as if she had already figured out why you reacted the way you did when her sister touched you.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I will be more careful next time.” The blonde apologised. “Another classic exercise though is called the dead bug, and you need to be on your back for this one.”

You nodded, rolling over so you were lying on your back, Natasha had now stopped her workout completely to observe you and Yelena, but you didn’t say anything and listened to the blonde.

“So it is basically like the bird dog but you’re on your back and you are bending your knees toward you instead of stretching it out.” She got on the floor and gave you an example, you quickly understood what she was doing and started doing the same.

“You are arching your back a little,” Yelena told you, already forgetting what she said about being more careful when touching you and putting her hand on your tummy to gently push you back down flat onto your back.

Once again, you flinched and dropped your arms and legs, blushing as Yelena gave you a confused look.

“Are you okay?” She asked, concerned that she had hurt you again.

“They’re fine, they’re just like you,” Natasha replied on your behalf, coming over and skittering into her sister's ribs briefly, causing her to yelp and slam her arms down, before smirking over at you.

“Oh, that’s what it is?” Yelena asked, lighting up a little as she knelt next to you and put a hand on your shoulder to hold you to the floor so you couldn’t escape. “Are you ticklish, Y/N?”

Your eyes widened, shaking your head as you tried to wiggle away, but it only made Yelena skitter her fingers into your ribs with her free hand.

“Pretty sure they are,” Nat replied, smiling a little before sitting on your ankles, not doing anything just yet but it was enough to make you gasp and wiggle even more, despite knowing that you couldn’t throw the Black Widow off your legs.

Yelena grinned, now just going for it and using both hands to skitter up and down your sides and ribs, causing you to arch your back with a giggly squeal. “Hehehehey nohohoho!”

“It seems that you’re right, Natasha, very ticklish indeed, and laughing helps with strengthening core muscles as well so this could be a part of your exercise routine!” Yelena beamed and now scribbled into your belly, causing you to squeal with laughter, especially since Nat started tickling your feet.

“GUHUHUHUYS QUIT IHIHIHIHIT!” You screeched, scrunching your toes up whilst shoving at Yelena, shaking your head helplessly.

“Yelena is right Y/N, laughing is highly beneficial, so I think this needs to happen more often,” Nat commented loud enough for you to hear as she held your toes back to scribble underneath them whilst Yelena now experimented with a raspberry.

You blushed, your laughter going silent as Yelena blew the raspberry, you weakly pushed at her head as you squirmed around as much as you felt able to.

Eventually, they let you up, and you immediately curled up, taking in deep breaths with the occasional giggle slipping out.

“That was… so mean…” you huffed out, making the two women chuckle fondly, Yelena ruffling your hair.

“I don’t think it was, I think you loved it more than you know.” Yelena teased, to which you flipped her off.

“Hey!” Yelena gasped and briefly dug under your arms the second you sat up, making you shriek and slam your arms down. “You know I’m right!”

You remained quiet, looking at Natasha and watching for any judgement. The redhead just smiled fondly and nodded, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s okay, Y/N, it’s quite sweet if it’s true, we’re happy to do it whether it’s to strengthen your core muscles or just to cheer you up.” She reassured, pulling you into a hug, which was swiftly joined by Yelena who didn’t want to feel left out.

“This is not the last time I’m going to tickle you because it was just plain adorable.” She teased, suddenly raspberrying your neck to make you squeal before letting you go.

“Now come on, I’ll challenge you to a planking contest, all three of us.” Yelena grinned as the two women pulled away and got into position, followed by you doing the same.

Of course, you lost, and happily accepted the punishment for being the loser. But you didn’t mind, it brought you closer to the Widow sisters whilst enjoying the feeling of just letting yourself laugh for a bit.

[fluffygiggles]

Day 30 Holding the Position

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: Natasha and Peter do after training stretches, when Natasha comes up with a challenge. Peter has to stay in a handstand for five minutes, while she tries to distract him. What he doesn't know however is that the distractions are tickles.

Natasha and Peter were in the gym, doing after training stretches. Natasha was on the floor stretching her legs, while Peter was making a handstand.

As Natasha observed him she noticed that he seemed to be able to hold that handstand pretty effortlessly.

"You pretty good at that"

"Thanks. With my sticky hands and being able to be upside down for a long period of time handstands are not as hard as they used to be" Peter explained falling backwards onto his feet and straightening up again.

Yeah, handstands were obviously no challenge for him, but maybe she could make it into one.

"What do you say if we make this more into a challenge?"

"Of course. What's the challenge?"

"I'll set up a timer for five minutes and you have to hold that handstand until the timer is up, while I'll be trying distract you"

"Sounds fun"

"Okay get ready" Natasha said setting the timer.

Peter got into a handstand determined to win the challenge, but considering he was dealing with Natasha Romanov it was certainly not going to be as easy as it sounded, so he had to be ready for anything.

The time was ticking and the challenge began.

Peter thought that she would probably throw things at him or try to attack him somehow. That maybe he would have to fight somehow while in a handstand, but nothing of that sort happened. Instead Natasha calmly walked over to him until she was standing right in front of him and then started to take his shoes and socks of?!

It took a few seconds, but then it hit him, making his stomach drop in nervous anticipation.

"Nahat don't do it" he pleaded "Can't you just throw knives at me or something?"

"No, this seems much more challenging and entertaining" with that she started running her nails up and down his sole, making Peter immediately fall into squeaky laughter.

"Nohoho" he whined through his laughter. He could only slightly wiggle his foot, but was otherwise stuck in that position if he didn't want to topple over. And he didn't, he definitely wanted to win the challenge.

Natasha now tickled both his soles, making sure to scratch into the arches and tickle under and in-between the toes, which had him laughing and twitching uncontrollably, but he still seemed determined not to break, she would have to change that.

"This little piggy went to the market~, this little piggy stayed home~"

"Nohoho nohohohot thahat" he pleaded blushing furiously.

But Natasha ignored him and went back to the rhyme "This little piggy had roast beef~, and this little piggy had none~, and this little piggy—" she stopped for a few seconds to build up anticipation "Cried wee wee wee all the way home" she finished wildly tickling all over his foot, making Peter practically scream with laughter. He nearly fell over but luckily with his sticky powers and hid excellent balance he was able to straighten himself out again.

Natasha stopped until he regained his balance and then moved to the other foot, giving it the same treatment. And this time the anticipation was even worse, making it all the more ticklish.

He laughed uncontrollably, barely being able to handle the tickles, but he made it through it.

"Ok, only two minutes left" she said checking the timer.

"Two minutes?!" this was not good. Two minutes were definitely enough time for Nat to kill him somehow.

"Now let's see what is my next target?" Natasha thought out loud. Then she decided to go for Peter's belly. She pulled the shirt out of his pants and let it fall down.

Oh, no he was in so much trouble.

She wiggled her fingers all over his belly, eliciting the cutest laughter.

Peter wanted to disintegrate, he was upside down, his belly being tickled mercilessly and he couldn't even squirm away. He had to stand there, upside down nonetheless, and take it.

It was horrible torture, but it was so much fun.

"What do you think about some raspberries?" she asked with a evil smirk on her face.

"Nohot thahat anything but thahat!" he pleaded, there was no way he would be able to take that.

But it was no use, she in and blew a huge raspberry over his bellybutton.

Peter shrieked and cackled and then fell backwards. He immediately curled into himself defeated as he still giggled madly.

"I'm sorry, but you lost. There is still a minute left." she announced triumphantly.

"God that was brutal" he panted.

"But fun?"

"Yeah"

"You did good though, I thought you would have cracked a lot earlier" she said walking over to him and ruffling his hear with a smile.

She offered him a hand and helped him up "Come on let's get you something to drink" she said leading him toward the elevator.

He absolutely looked forward to training with her again. It was definitely something interesting every time.

[gigglymarvel]

Discovering Trust

Chapter One - The Rescue

Welcome to our new series! We’ve added a reader insert this time and it starts off with them getting rescued from your capture, thus meeting Natasha and Wanda for the first time. Enjoy 💕

Word count: 1302

Warnings: None

Natasha was experienced at retrieval missions, and there were blips on Fury’s radar about a new possible recruit with powers that may be in hiding, denial, or unaware of their powers. 

Wanda was to accompany Natasha, but as a secondary reinforcement and to ensure cover to return to the jet in case there were any complications. 

You had always been weird but lately, you couldn't help but feel everything everyone was feeling. And you always had a bond with animals but lately, it seems you could nearly have conversations with them, though it wasn't words so much as an understanding. 

“Are you certain we have everything planned out?” Wanda asked Natasha, a little nervous as this was the first time she had done anything like this.

You winced, looking over to see a cat looking at you as you lay on your bed. You didn’t expect anyone’s presence, but for some reason, you sensed in the feline that some major changes were about to happen.

Nat put a reassuring hand on Wanda's shoulder, “There is never a way to plan everything out, but we can do our best to adjust to that which comes our way. Research shows this one is a bit timid so maybe approach from the front and I'll cover the back in case she panics?” 

Wanda nodded, understanding what it was like to be nervous. She therefore wanted to do everything she could to try and comfort you and reassure you that you were going to be safe. “Will we have time to talk to her before we take her or will it be just a grab-and-go kinda deal?”

The idea is you talk to her. Grab and go is in case she runs.” The Widow assured her. Wanda nodded, as they approached the building you were in, the two scanned the area so they knew where exactly you were.

Nat snuck up the back balcony and sent Wanda to the front door since she was the less intimidating of the two of you. She simply used her magic to let herself in, quickly and quietly going upstairs to find you curled up on your bed.

“Hey… Y/N? You’re safe now, would you like to come with us?” Wanda offered you gently, not yet touching you as she wasn’t sure if you were frightened.

You immediately knew who she was, you could trust her and believed her words. You stood up, nodding silently as you packed a few bits and pieces, but kept to yourself as Wanda took you back to the jet, nodding towards Natasha.

The redheaded Widow greeted you softly, “Welcome aboard, Y/N.” And waited until you and Wanda had passed to close up the quinjet and pilot it back to the tower. 

You bit your lip, nodding at her as you sat down and strapped yourself in, you didn’t want to be a burden, as you have always been everywhere else you’ve been. Wanda wrapped you in a blanket she picked up when the two of you left. “You’re ok now, Y/N, we’ll look after you now.”

Nat nodded, “Yes, you're an asset and a gift to this world, despite what you may have experienced so far.” 

You couldn’t help but raise your brows at Natasha, you were always told you were an awful person, so you believed that way more than you believed her.

She simply quirked a definitive brow at you in silent rebuttal to the doubt written on your face as she turned toward the compound, which was an hour's journey in that direction. Meanwhile, Wanda rubbed your back and held you close. 

The journey was somewhat awkward, there were a lot of uncomfortable sizes and you were already beginning to question whether you deserved to be rescued, you were even hesitant to read their minds. 

You did appreciate Wanda holding you the way she did, but you were even afraid to lean into her and accept the comfort then.

The jet landed at the compound smoothly, and Nat turned to you, “Shall we get you settled? Hungry?” She asked, and you looked up at her, longing for affection and love but hesitant to receive it, your stomach grumbled though.

“It sounds like she’s hungry.” Wanda chuckled and put an arm on your back as the three of you went into the house Wanda and Nat shared, mainly to get away from the other Avengers who were overwhelming a lot of the time. 

Natasha quickly got to work in the kitchen, though Wanda was much more the chef of the two, she could handle snacks. She threw together a grilled cheese on the stove, one of the few things she could cook, and then handed you a glass of water to start. “We have milk too if you prefer that with your sandwich, but I thought you might also be thirsty,” the Widow said, caretaking both natural and unnatural to her. 

Wanda kept her arm around you and rubbed your back, trying to be reassuring as she observed Natasha and you simultaneously. 

You nodded, still wary of the two as you only took half of the grilled cheese and the glass of water, slowly drinking it as well as taking a few bites of the grilled cheese. 

You couldn’t help but lean into Wanda’s comforting touch, not used to it but enjoying it. The witch smiled and wolfed down her grilled cheese. “This is so good, at least you don’t add hot sauce like your sister.” She chuckled.

Natasha chuckled, “She puts that on everything.” The redhead watched you gently, “Would you like anything else to drink?” 

You looked down, shaking your head silently as Wanda bit her lip, looking up at the Black Widow for help as she couldn’t figure out how to help you.

Nat reached out, smiling softly and tickled under your chin like she did with Yelena to help her come out of her shell when she shut down, “Hey, we're not gonna go anywhere. It takes time to process.” The older heroine assured you as she reached and squeezed Wanda's arm to encourage you. 

“She’s right, Y/N, we know you have been through a lot and we want to help you feel loved and wanted.” The witch told you gently, then smirking a little when she saw you flinch and bite your lip at the chin flutters.

Nat smiled, “Oh? Is this how you loosen up?” She asked, smirking at Wanda, who discreetly used her magic to flutter over your sides, nothing too extreme, but enough for you to feel and make you squirm a little.

The Widow grinned gently and let her fingers scritch and gently squeeze above one of your knees as she leaned against the counter next to where you sat. You couldn’t help but let out a squeal, flinching away as you covered your mouth, kicking out as you did so.

“I think soooo!” Wanda smiled fondly as she watched you fight back giggles.

“Aww Y/N this is so cute, I think we can use this to help you,” Nat winked, looking at Wanda, who nodded and released you from her powers.

You bit your lip, not knowing how to react to being called cute, you just silently shook your head.

Wanda smiled fondly, “Only if you're comfortable of course,” she said, noticing you shake your head.

“Maybe she’s not used to it, trauma takes a while to recover from, but I’m sure we can help,” Natasha told you gently, understanding what you were going through. She wasn’t sure how to help but she wanted to.

Eventually, they guided you to the couch, sitting in a comfortable silence, watching whatever was on TV, although you were still wary of the pair, you were willing to try and feel the love you were craving. 

[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.

[aticklish]

Hey! I saw the prompt list and was wondering if you would be comfortable doing #23 and #36 for marvel with ler!Natasha and lee!Reader? If you don't want to thats fine but there aren't many nat fics so yeah!

Hi! Of course! Thanks so much for sending it in, it was a blast to write! Feel free to send more prompts anytime!

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23. “You think you’re ready to apologize now?”

36. “Make me.”

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Your relationship with all of the Avengers was great, but there was one that stood out to you the most: Natasha. She had clicked with you from the first moment you’d met, and you two had been close ever since. She sometimes showed off a playful side that nobody else ever really got to see, and it was special. Endearing, even.

That’s why she’d agreed to play Mario Kart with you today. You both were super competitive. It was the third lap, and she was in first place. You were close behind her in second.

“Oh, come on!” Natasha suddenly shouted as the warning came on the screen. Within seconds, a blue shell had thrown her character into the air. She growled as you passed her.

You ended up winning the race by less than half a second. Natasha was fuming - playfully, of course, she wasn’t really mad - but she sure acted like it. She huffed and crossed her arms.

“That was clearly a fluke,” she said, scoffing. “I’ve beat you a thousand times before.”

You chuckled and shook your head. “I don’t remember any of that. Maybe you’re just a sore loser.” You grinned cockily.

But your grin quickly faded when Nat jumped on top of you, pinning you to the couch. Damn, she really did have good reflexes.

“Oh, yeah?” she asked, pinning your arms above your head swiftly. You struggled, but she was surprisingly strong, and you couldn’t escape.

“You’d better apologize,” she warned. “Or I’ll have to punish you.”

You looked up at her, a confident smirk on your face. “Make me.”

“Oh, I will,” Nat replied, smirking. Before you could react, she was tickling all over your midsection - your ribs, your tummy, your sides - anywhere she could reach. You were suddenly engulfed in a fit of laughter.

“Nahahahat! StohohoHOHOHOP!” you managed to get out, squirming underneath her. In all honesty, you didn’t need it to stop. This was kind of fun, surprisingly.

“Nope. Not until you say you’re sorry!” Nat responded stubbornly. She suddenly thrusted her hands under your arms and tickled your armpits, making you yelp and laugh even harder.

“NAHAHAHAT!” you squealed, kicking your legs to try and throw her off you. “IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLES!”

“You think you’re ready to apologize now?” she asked, drilling her thumbs into your hips. You cackled and threw your head back, swatting at her hands halfheartedly.

“OHOHOHOKAHAHAHAY!” You finally gave in after a few minutes when she focused in on your worst spot. “IHIHIHI’LL AHAHAHAHAPOLOGIHIHIHIZE!”

She stopped tickling you with a shark’s grin on her face. She didn’t let you go; she wasn’t stupid. “You’d better mean it,” she warned playfully.

You looked her dead in the eyes. “I’m sohohorry,” you apologized, still getting out a few of the giggles.

Nat chuckled and kissed your forehead. “Good, you should be.” She hopped off you as if nothing had happened. “Rematch?”

You grinned. This was going to be a fun night.

[widowsistersandfriends]

Don't Lose the Bet

Request: always more Kate bishop, I want Nat to wreck her sooooo bad, idk what the scenario would be though

Summary: Kate loses a bet to Yelena and has to pull a prank on Natasha. It does not end well for the brunette.

Word Count: 574

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Kate had lost a bet to Yelena recently. A couple of weeks ago, the blonde and brunette were betting on who would win, Bills or Broncos. Yelena chose the Broncos, while Kate chose the Bills.

“Kate Bishop, that was not a wise decision,” Yelena said.

“What, I think the quarterback is cute!” Kate exclaimed.

“Cuteness isn’t how you win the football game,” Yelena countered.

Much to the blonde’s delight, she had won the bet and now Kate had to pull off all the pranks Yelena had planned for Natasha. The blonde loved the fact that she would get to indirectly annoy her sister, while avoiding the blame and punishment.

“Hey Natasha, I got you a nice cold drink,” Kate offered, as the redhead had just got done with a workout.

“Oh, wow, thank you so much. That’s so thoughtful,” Natasha said, accepting the drink. Normally if this were Yelena, the older sister would’ve been skeptical, but since it was Kate, she assumed it was just a nice gesture.

Natasha took a sip, immediately making a face and gagging. Turns out, it wasn’t the typical lemonade she was expecting. It was pure lemon juice only.

The redhead immediately put the cup down, chasing after Kate. 

“Get back here!” She shouted.

“Don’t chase me!” Kate squealed. 

Kate didn’t know where she was heading, so she naturally went to her room and closed the door. Natasha was right on her heels, opening the door back up and tackling her to the bed.

“No, please! Let me explain!” Kate cried, bursting out into laughter as Natasha began to dig into her ribs.

“NOHOHO AHAHAHA PLEHEHEASE!”

“Please what?”

“PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP TIHIHCKLING MEHEHE!”

“But I need to punish you, troublemaker.” With that, Natasha’s hands began to claw at her stomach.

Kate cackled with laughter, kicking and screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Oooh, I think I like this spot,” Natasha commented.

“IHIHI HAHATE YOHOHOU!”

“You what?” Natasha asked, turning around to tickle her feet.

“NO NO NOHOHO WAHAHAIT IHIHIM SOHORRY!”

“Someone’s gotta teach you some manners, huh?” Natasha said, driving the younger girl mad with her nails.

Kate was desperate, so she sat up and dug her hands into Natasha’s armpits. The redhead jumped, quickly jolting to protect her weak spot. However, Natasha made sure that Kate knew she made a grave mistake.

The redhead pinned Kate’s arms above her head, leaning down to blow five consecutive raspberries on her belly. Kate was silent with laughter, shaking her head and breathlessly trying to beg for mercy.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Natasha asked, now using her free hand to tickle her armpits.

“YEHEHES OH GOHOD PLEHEHEASE!”

With that, Natasha relented, letting the younger girl catch her breath.

“What’s gotten into you? You’re turning into a mini Yelena,” Natasha teased, poking her ribs.

Kate jumped before explaining. “I lost a bet to Yelena over a football game so my punishment was to pull off this prank on you so she wouldn’t get in trouble.”

“Hmm, that actually makes a lot of sense now. How about we pay her a visit and punish her together?” Natasha suggested.

Kate had a mischievous look in her eye, ready to get revenge. She knew she would be safe since she now had Natasha on her side.

With that, the two of them took off and looked for the blonde. Around ten minutes later, the house was filled with laughter, begging, and swearing from Yelena.

[widowsistersandfriends]

The Strongest One of All

Request: Can you do one where Kate, Nat, Wanda, Yelena, and reader are trying to see who is the strongest so they all see who can hang on a bar for the longest but the reader acts super confident the whole thinking there gonna win and eventually they tickle them off the bar until she’s sorry?

Note: Thank you for this adorable request! I got flustered writing this one because I haven't written for this group in a while lol. Hope you enjoy! :)

Word Count: 922

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You were currently out at a park with your Avenger friends, Natasha, Yelena, Wanda, and Kate. You all were sitting at the playground, talking about past missions you had done together. It was crazy to think that you were already an Avenger for two years. 

Eventually you all got bored and started monkeying around on the various equipment. Yelena was being mischievous, chasing Kate with a bug in her hand, while Natasha and Wanda sat on the swings and gently swayed back and forth. 

Part of you wanted to join in on the mischief, so you challenged all of them to a competition. 

“Let’s see who’s the strongest amongst all of us!” You suggested.

“Theoretically speaking, Wanda could kill us all,” Natasha stated. Kate nodded in agreement.

“Nah, I think I’ve got this in the bag. Whoever is able to hang the longest on this bar shall be the queen and strongest of them all!” I declared.

“Don’t get so cocky, Y/N. We’re all badass superheroes,” Yelena warned you.

“Check out these muscles though,” you said, flexing for them to see.

“You’re so cute, Y/N,” Kate said, ruffling your hair. 

Wanda went first, hanging for about 5 minutes before hopping down. 

“Unfortunately, I don’t have the magical ability to heal callouses forming on my hands,” Wanda chuckled.

Next, Kate went, but was quickly disrupted when Yelena had saved the bug from earlier, causing the young brunette to scream in fear and drop down. The blonde started cackling like a maniac, as Kate shouted at her saying it was unfair, and chucking a tuft of grass at her. 

Natasha shook her head, rolling her eyes playfully. Yelena was always super mischievous, so the redhead was cautious when she took her turn.

Truly made of strength, the black widow was on the bar for almost ten minutes. You began to feel nervous after talking all that smack. Deep down, you knew that you couldn’t beat the black widow in a match of strength. As long as you could beat Yelena and rub it in her face, you would be happy. 

“Go on, blondie. Show us your strength,” you teased, as Yelena glared at you.

“Watch, I’ll beat Natasha,” she said, pulling herself up easily. Unfortunately, Kate had tried the same prank on Yelena and found out that she was afraid of frogs. So when the archer ran up to Yelena with the friendly amphibian, the blonde ran away as Kate had a good laugh.

“You really are a real turd,” Yelena scoffed at her friend.

“You started it!” Kate insisted.

“Alright, Y/N, it’s your turn. After all that talk, you better be able to back it up,” Wanda warned you with a smirk.

“Natasha’s record is easy to beat,” you said, standing underneath the bar. They were all staring at you, waiting for you to go up. Your hands began to sweat, as you feared you would slip off right away.

Eventually, you pulled yourself up, avoiding eye contact with them.

“Why are you suddenly so quiet?” Natasha asked teasingly.

“Because I’m concentrating,” you said stubbornly, slightly adjusting your grip. You began to struggle, as you felt a ticklish sensation on the palms of your hands. You looked over to see Wanda with a small smile on her face. Traitor. 

You began to squirm a little more on the bar, adjusting your grip more often to try and get rid of the sensation.

It had just reached past 5 minutes and you were contemplating dropping down.

“Not so tough now are you, Y/N?” Yelena asked.

“Shut up weakling,” you barely got out without laughing. 

“What did you just call me?” Yelena asked, walking over towards you.

“Weakling,” you repeated, sticking your tongue out at her. 

“Really?” She asked, wiggling her finger in your belly button, making you yelp and kick at her.

“Yelehena! Stop!”

Natasha and Kate had joined her now, each on one side of you and tickling your sides and ribs.

“NOHOHO PLEHEHEASE!” You gasped, thrashing around on the bar. 

You saw Wanda walking over as well, and you knew you weren’t going to be able to hold on much longer. 

“WANDA! DOHOHONT YOU DAHARE!” You began to laugh even harder as she gently tickled your feet. Tears began to fill your eyes, but you were scared of falling and not landing on your feet. That fear was abruptly interrupted, as Natasha and Kate had moved their hands up to your armpits, making you scream with laughter and drop down, as they caught you before you hit the ground.

Much to your dismay, the tickling didn’t stop just because you fell, as you felt all of their fingers grabbing and wiggling wherever they could find open space.

“OKAHAHAY STAHAP PLEHEASE!” You pleaded, squirming around and trying to fight off eight hands. 

They finally let you up, as you scowled at all of them.

“You guys cheated, that’s not fair.”

“That’s what you get for being cocky,” Wanda said, throwing some more tickly magic your way.

“Nohohooho ihihihim sohohorry!” You giggled, turning red in the face again.

“Maybe next time you’ll be strong enough,” Yelena said, patting your head, as you swatted at her.

“Don’t forget, I know about your fear of frogs,” you said with a giggle.

Yelena quickly pinned you back down, pressing your hands to your chest, as she began to tickle your belly button again. 

You immediately burst into laughter again, kicking her away and curling up into a ball.

“Watch it.” The blonde warned.