We're Both Upside Down

Tickle fics starring the Widow Sisters and friends! 20s she/her

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Master List of Fic and Characters I Write For

Hello! I write tickle fics for the Marvel fandom and their cast! Most fics are sfw, but those that are not will be labeled nsfw. Happy reading :)

Characters I write for:

- Natasha Romanoff / Scarlett Johansson

- Yelena Belova / Florence Pugh

- Wanda Maximoff / Lizzie Olsen

- Kate Bishop / Hailee Steinfeld

- Peter Parker / Tom Holland

- Steve Rogers / Chris Evans

- Clint Barton / Jeremy Renner

- Agatha Harkness / Kathryn Hahn

- Rio Vidal / Aubrey Plaza

Fic Count: 100

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List of Fics:

Click Here for Part 1

Part 2:

Fighting the Tickle Monster (Reader, Wanda, Yelena, Natasha, Peter, Kate)

Tickle Trap (Reader, Steve, Natasha)

Tickle Fight Frenzy (Yelena and Kate)

Sweater Weather (Natasha, Yelena, Little Sister Reader)

Every Villain's Weakness (Gal Gadot x Reader) NSFW

Lasso of Tickle Truth (Wonder Woman x Reader)

I Saw Taylor Kissing Santa Kloss (Taylor x Karlie)

Sneak Peek (Reader, Nat, Yelena, Wanda, Peter, Steve)

Baking Pranks (Natasha and Yelena)

Ice Breaker (Wanda, Reader, Natasha, Yelena)

Manners (Kate, Yelena, Natasha)

Toe and Tongue Tied (Reader and Natasha) NSFW

It's Time To Smile (Reader, Scarlett, Lizzie, Florence)

The Proposal (Natasha and Reader)

Sisterly Love (Natasha and Yelena)

Comfort (Natasha and Clint)

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? (Natasha and Sister Reader)

Pranksters Get Tickled (Wanda and Yelena)

Giggly Quizzes (Florence x Little Sister Reader)

Sore Loser (Wanda, Kate, Yelena x Reader)

Cheer Up, Dear (Agatha x Reader)

Don't Speak (Reader x Gal Gadot) NSFW

Don't Poke the Bear (Agatha, Rio, and Reader)

Do You Remember Pain? (Agatha x Rio)

Down the Road Anger Goes (Agatha x Reader)

Free Hugs (Kathryn x Reader)

The Road of Secrets (Reader x Agatha x Rio)

Soft Little Cinnamon Roll (Agatha x Rio)

The Mac and Cheese Thief (Natasha, Kate, Yelena)

Smile, It's Beautiful (Rio x Reader)

Marathon Massage (Aubrey x Reader)

Three's Company (Reader x Agatha and Rio)

Patient X (Rio and Reader)

The Strongest One of All (Reader, Nat, Yelena, Wanda, Kate)

Louder! (Reader, Agatha, Rio)

Don't Lose the Bet (Kate, Natasha, Yelena)

Sit Still! (Reader, Natasha, Yelena, Wanda, Kate)

Couch Potatoes (Agatha, Rio, Reader)

Famous Last Words (Natasha, Wanda, Reader)

Where's That Smile? (Natasha, Yelena, Reader)

A Lifetime of Fun *NSFW* - Natasha x Reader

Cramping (Kate, Yelena, Natasha)

Our Chosen Sister (Natasha and Wanda)

Spider DNA (Wanda, Reader, Natasha)

The Perfect Sand(Witch) - Kathryn, Aubrey, Reader

Forever Safe (Wanda, Peter, Reader)

Ticklish Interrogation (Natasha, Wanda, Yelena)

Triple Trouble (Agatha, Rio, Wanda)

Late Night Snack (Aubrey x Reader) *NSFW*

A Bond That Can't Be Broken (Natasha and Yelena)

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Happy pride month 🏳️‍🌈

I hope you all know that you are loved by so many people on this earth ❤️

[widowsistersandfriends]

When you can feel the tingle lingering even after the tickling has stopped 😖😖😖

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One of my favorite tickle tropes is when person A tries tickling person B, but soon finds out they’re not ticklish.

Person B suddenly gets this mischievous grin on their face an turns the tables on person A, tickling them until they’re out of breath and surrender 😈

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My 100th fic is out! Thanks to everyone who’s been here along my writing journey ❤️❤️

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A Bond That Can't Be Broken

Summary: Natasha and Yelena are finally reunited for good, but Yelena still gets sad over the time they missed out on together. Natasha finds multiple solutions to help her overcome this

Note: This is my 100th fic! Thank you to @thenigotthisfamily for this idea request! It was a great way to tie it all back to the beginning/why I started this blog ❤️

After this, I will probably not write as much since I'll be busy with school, but I truly loved writing for these Marvel characters and interacting with people on here. There's some people that still read my fics who were here at the very beginning (yes, I do notice!), so I am very grateful for that. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic! 🥳🩷

Word Count: 1006

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Yelena was always so grateful that she was reunited with her sister. Those years without her were the darkest times in her life. Every day she would beg for Natasha to show up at her doorstep. The things she would’ve given up to have her with her were infinite. 

Then, the day her sister showed up outside her door, she tried to act nonchalant. Partly because she was in so much shock and wasn’t sure if it was real life, and also because she couldn’t fully trust her.

Then, their time was cut short when Natasha sacrificed herself to save the world. Yelena’s world was shattered once again, and she felt more helpless than ever. The only thing she was certain of was that no one could replace the bond she had with her big sister.

Luckily, a miracle occurred, bringing her back from the dead (Yes, I will make her alive with her sister). 

So much time had passed, and Yelena sometimes mourned the time and potential memories they lost together. She knew that she should focus on the positive, that they had the rest of their lives together. However, despite her tough demeanor, sometimes her emotions would get the best of her.

Natasha found her little sister sitting on the couch, staring at her phone with puffy eyes. It didn’t take long for her to put two and two together.

The redhead sat down gently on the couch, rubbing her sister’s knee gently. Like a small puppy, Yelena quickly moved to curl up in her sister’s lap. Natasha patted her head gently, and tears flowed softly down Yelena’s cheeks.

Whenever this happened, Natasha knew it was best to allow her to cry it out first before talking.

A few moments later, Natasha spoke up. “Do you want to talk about it?” She was still petting her softly. 

“I just…can’t stop thinking about how much time we spent apart,” Yelena choked out.

Natasha’s heart ached for her sister. All those years under the control of the Red Room and then the trauma of her death must’ve taken an insane emotional toll on her. The fact that she couldn’t be there for her during those times shook her up with guilt. 

“I know Yelena, and I’m sorry about all of that. If I could reverse that, I would do it in a heartbeat,” Natasha said, validating her feelings. 

“I just feel conflicted because I’m so happy we’re reunited. I don’t know why my mind keeps wandering to the sad part,” Yelena sighed.

“It’s normal to feel sad about what we missed out on. It was stolen from us, and I’m upset about it too. But like you said, we’re reunited now, and that is better than anything I could ask for,” Natasha said.

Yelena shifted slightly in her lap. 

“It’ll take some time to mourn what we lost, but at the same time, we can make up for it,” Natasha reassured her.

“I guess I’m just struggling with that balance. I don’t have any coping mechanisms. When you were gone, all I did was cry alone in my room at night when I felt sad. I didn’t have anybody to rely on,” Yelena explained.

“I’m really sorry Yelena. I love you so much, and I wish you hadn’t gone through that. There’s nothing that I can say or do to undo that, unfortunately. But what I can do is continue making memories with you. What are some things you’ve wanted to do?” Natasha asked, subtly moving her to a more futuristic mindset.

“Well, I’ve always wanted to just hang out together like we usually do, but I guess I’ve wanted to travel with you as well. The only memories I have of traveling are from missions.” Her eyes glanced up solemnly. 

“That’s fair, and that sounds fun,” Natasha said.

“Can we plan a trip to help take my mind off of the past?” Yelena asked hopefully. 

“Sure thing. Under one condition. I have to make sure you’re cheered up,” Natasha said, smirking slightly. 

Yelena’s eyes widened, knowing exactly what that look meant. Before she could get up, Natasha hugged her tighter in her lap and began to tickle her playfully. 

Yelena couldn’t hold back her laughter, bursting into cute giggles and squirming in her sister’s grip. It seemed like all older sisters were equipped with the superpower of being an expert tickler. Natasha’s fingers skillfully tickled her sides and ribs. 

“NAHAHAT! STAHAHAP!”

“But you’re so cute and I love your little smile,” Natasha cooed, scribbling her fingers over her belly. Yelena continued laughing, curling up into an even tighter ball. 

“IHIHI HAHAHATE YOHOU!”

“If you hate me, why do you want to go on vacation with me?” Natasha teased. Yelena wasn’t able to answer through her laughter, but they both knew the answer.

The blonde was getting desperate, so she leaned off the couch to try and tickle Natasha’s feet. The redhead jumped at the sensation, immediately tickling her sister’s exposed armpit. Yelena shrieked and stopped tickling her feet, swatting incessantly at her sister.

“OHOKAHAHAY! STAHAP! IHIM HAHAPPY!”

“Are you sure?”

“YEHEHES!”

Natasha stopped tickling her, letting her sister catch her breath.

“You’re so annoying.”

“You love me.”

“I love the fact that you’ll get us discounts on vacation for being 55+,” Yelena snarked, immediately regretting it when Natasha tickled the side of her neck.

The blonde squealed and scrunched her shoulders up to protect herself, quickly apologizing.

“That’s what I thought,” Natasha said. “Now, let’s plan that vacation, shall we?”

The two sisters sat together on the couch, perusing different destinations. In the end, they decided to go on a cruise that visited many different tropical islands. Although they had a rough past and were occasionally reminded of it, they had their entire future together to look forward to. Their sisterly bond was one that was so strong and couldn’t be broken. If anyone tried, they were both trained assassins. Cheers to a lifetime of memories and a full circle moment of them being united.

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[widowsistersandfriends]

This made me squirm just from seeing it 🫠

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Do you ever just want to be pinned and tickled by a dominant woman 🫣

[widowsistersandfriends]

I saw this picture on Reddit today and I nearly gasped out loud 😭

Imagine this on you feet 🙈 (or any spot sensitive to a light touch)

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Late Night Snack

Summary: You pull a prank on your girlfriend Aubrey Plaza. She torments you to no end and punishes you until you're sorry >:) (p.s. this is also my 99th fic!!)

Word Count: 2289

Warnings: This fic has bondage, tickling, and oral sex so please DNI if you're a minor or uncomfortable with this

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Life had been splendid recently. You were in a new relationship with the one and only Aubrey Plaza, and you were over the moon. The two of you fell into a rhythm, with her being the more serious one, while you were mischievous and scheming. 

You had tested the waters a bit, playing small, harmless pranks on her. So far, she hadn’t retaliated, and you assumed it was because she had a soft spot for you. However, you viewed this as an opportunity to take your pranks up a notch.

You were making dinner for the two of you, making her favorite meal: steak with mashed potatoes and green beans. You felt a little mean when preparing the meal, but you had to get your licks in where you could get them.

An hour later, she was sitting at the table as you placed a piping hot plate in front of her. 

She looked hungrily at the plate, thanking you and giving you a kiss on the cheek. You blushed and shyly sat down across from her.

Pretending to act nonchalantly, you began to cut your steak into small pieces. You glanced up to see her cutting her steak as well. You saw her furrow her brow in confusion as her knife hit something hard.

With both feet on the ground, you were ready to run. After cutting her steak, a fake plastic spider was revealed, causing her to yelp and drop her utensils. You burst out laughing, filming her reaction before running away.

She chased you down the hall and into the bedroom. You began to panic, the only other room being the bathroom. You scurried inside, but felt her hand yank your arm back.

She grabbed you by the collar, pulling you close. “Where do you think you’re going?” She hissed.

You gulped, trying to squirm out of her grasp. “It’s just a prank,” you giggled, avoiding eye contact.

She tossed you on the bed, and you sat upright immediately. 

“Lay down,” she commanded, gently pushing you down.

“What if I don’t want to?” You shot back.

“Then I’ll make you,” she said, tying you down to the bed. You were no match for her strength, so you didn’t even try to bother fighting back.

You started to get nervous. You knew she would never hurt you, but she had never tied you down before. 

“Now, what should I do with my little toy?” She asked, circling around you.

“Nothing! I didn’t even do anything. It’s not my fault you can’t take a joke!” You insisted. 

“You know I hate spiders, Y/N.”

“Aww, you poor thing,” you replied sarcastically. 

“Maybe a little humiliation ritual?” She asked, suddenly taking out a pair of scissors. The look in eye was wicked and you didn’t know if she noticed you starting to sweat. 

She quickly cut your shirt off, leaving you exposed.

“Now, if you behave, your shirt may be the only thing cut. If not, more of your clothes will be ruined.

You didn’t really mind since it was just pajamas, but you were more concerned about what she was going to do next.

She leaned down, inches away from your lips. You leaned up slightly to meet her lips, coming up short as she moved back slightly.

“You want a kiss? Maybe you should’ve behaved.” She reached down to pinch your side playfully, causing you to jump.

“What was that?” She asked.

“Umm…I don’t know,” you lied.

She looked genuinely confused, before piecing it together. “Oh my god. Are you ticklish?” 

You shook your head frantically.

“Well, I think I just found my answer to what I should do,” she smirked, watching you squirm underneath her in anticipation.

“No! Please don’t!” You begged.

“Why not? I’ve never tried it before, and this seems like a perfect punishment for you after that cheeky prank,” she said, gliding a nail on your bare armpit.

You yelped, yanking at the bondage. 

“Oh? I gotta test your whole body. If you sit still and be a good little girl, maybe you’ll get that kiss,” she taunted.

“Screw you.”

“Do you really think you can be talking to me in this position?” She asked, wiggling a finger underneath your chin.

“Stohohoohp!” You giggled, shaking your head from side to side.

“Let’s start top to bottom, shall we?”

She tested out your ears, neck, chin, and collarbone first, causing you to go into a frenzy of giggles.

“This isn’t fair!” You whined.

“But you’re so cute when you giggle. I love when you’re so helpless,” she cooed. Your ears burned red and you looked away from her.

“Do you know where you’re most ticklish?” She asked.

“No,” you lied.

“Yes you do, now tell me,” she demanded, suddenly tickling your armpits with full force.

“NOHOHOHO NEHEHEVER PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!” You screamed, kicking as much as you could.

“Ooooh, we hit a good one did we? Look at your armpits, so exposed and helpless to my nails. Don’t you wish you could pull your arms down to protect that sensitive skin of yours?” She teased. For someone who had no experience in tickling, she was damn good at it.

“DOHONT SAHAY THAHAT!” You jolted as she moved her hands down slightly to tickle the space between your armpits and ribs.

You shouted and cursed at her through your laughter as she alternated between your ribs and armpits.

“Are you just super ticklish everywhere?” She asked, causing you to deny it through your laughter. She wasn’t convinced. 

She gave you a short break before resuming her torture. 

“Everyone’s ticklish on their sides,” she commented, reaching down to tickle yours.

You jumped underneath her, twisting both ways to escape her fingers.

“OHOHOH MY GOHOD PLEHEHEASE!” You begged.

“Please what?” 

You whimpered slightly through your laughter and her ears perked up.

“Was that a…moan?”

You shook your head profusely. 

“Oh my gosh. This is turning you on, isn’t it?” She asked.

You denied it again, causing her to narrow her eyes at you.

“I better check then, huh?” She said, showing you the scissors again. You tried to protest, but it was too late. She was cutting off your shorts and you felt her finger against your clit.

You jumped, biting back a moan.

“You’re so fucking wet, Y/N,” Aubrey laughed derisively. “Just relax, my little Y/N,” she said, before suddenly scribbling her fingers over your stomach. You burst out laughing, sucking in and trying to escape her fingers again.

“I’d save your energy with all this squirming. You’re in for a long night,” she warned.

She then took her two index fingers and began scratching at each of your hip bones. You snorted, bucking up off the bed.

“Oh, look at how flexible you are.”

“SHUHUT UHUP!”

“Hmm? What was that?” She asked nonchalantly, now wiggling her nails against your lower waist.

“NO! NOHOT THEHEHERE!” 

“Another jackpot? You’re so lucky I didn’t know about this earlier,” she said.

You grunted in frustration through your laughter, and she began to tickle your inner thighs, turning you on even more.

“Y/N, I think your pussy needs some breathing room, don’t you agree?” She asked, holding up the scissors again.

Before you could even protest, she cut your underwear off, and you felt the cool air against your hot skin. 

She placed one finger on your clit and a whimper escaped you.

She laughed mockingly, shaking her head. “It really is so easy to turn you on.”

“You wish!” You spat back.

“Hey, no sweat Y/N. Maybe I’m enjoying this too,” she said, smirking and wiggling her eyebrows at you.

You blushed, unable to comprehend that she was turned on by tickling you.

“Aww come on. Let me hear that desperation,” she whispered, running her finger quickly up your clit. 

You jumped and bit back another moan. Her eyes narrowed again, speeding up her fingers. You couldn’t help it now, giving in and letting the moan escape.

“You like that, huh?”

“Yeah, from your mom,” you replied, your laughter cut off quickly as you felt something warm against you. Your eyes widened as you felt her tongue rubbing against your clit.

“Aubrey!!” You squealed, feeling both turned on and ticklish from the sensation. She didn’t respond and kept expertly licking up and down your sweet spot.

You whined, arching your back and being overwhelmed by the sensation. She started going to town now, fully eating you out, while all you could do was squirm around.

She paused for a bit, looking up at you with her mouth still slightly open. “You taste good, Y/N.” A devilish grin spread across her face.

You didn’t respond, unable to process what was happening.

“Hey! You answer when I speak to you,” she demanded, slapping your pussy. 

“I don’t answer to you,” you said, sticking your tongue out at her.

“You don’t? Are you sure?” She said, now moving to sit on your stomach, your bare breasts right in her face. You squirmed in your restraints, afraid of what she was going to do next. 

She reached down, now using her nails to tickle your boobs. You wiggled from side to side, filling the room with giggles once again. She then pulled your nipples slightly, causing you to moan.

“Oh you like that you little whore?” She asked, pulling a little bit harder, drawing out a louder sound from you.

You shook your head in response, and her eyes narrowed again with that hungry look for revenge. She bent down and bit your nipples, while using her hands to tickle the side of your boobs. 

“N-Nohoho ahaHAHA,” your laughter and moans mixed together.

“Who’s in charge?”

“YOHOHOU! STAHAHAP!”

She nodded curtly, moving back to her position in front of your clit, continuing her experiment. Before you knew it, you were about to cum. You worried it would get all over her, but you didn’t think she minded. You let out one last cry before riding out the wave of pleasure. You caught her wiping her lips, causing you to want to hide from embarrassment.

“You’re lucky I let you finish, but I’m not done with you. I heard from a little birdie that after you orgasm, you’re more sensitive,” she said, leaning in with a grin.

“Whatever you’re thinking, don’t do it,” you warned, still slightly out of breath.

She walked to the end of the bed and began tickling your feet. She was absolutely right. The sensation was overwhelming.

“NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASE! STAHAHAP IHIT’S TOO MUHUHUCH!”

“Then you better choose. Do you want me to keep tickling your feet or do you want me to kiss you with my dirty lips?” She asked, giggling at the change of expression on your face. You were a germaphobe, so that sounded awful for you.

You grunted in frustration through your laughter.

“Better choose soon or I’m gonna make it even worse,” she warned.

“FIHINE! KEHEEP TIHICKLING MEHEHE!” You squealed.

“That’s what I thought, you dirty slut.”

After torturing you for a few more minutes, she finally gave you a break. 

“Do you still want that kiss?” She asked, her voice dropping lower. 

“Not with your dirty lips,” you complained.

“Fine. If we clean up, then would you be okay with it?” She asked.

You nodded.

A few minutes later, Aubrey had a warm bath set up for you two. She released you from the restraints and carried you into the tub. You sighed happily, leaning your back against her in the warm water and bubbles.

She lathered up some soap and began washing your back. You closed your eyes and relaxed, enjoying her touch.

However, little did you know that she was still in her revenge mode from your prank. You suddenly felt her nails gliding across your soap-covered back.

You squealed and flopped like a fish in the water, making her laugh super hard.

“Oh my gosh, you’re so ticklish! Is this your worst spot?” She asked.

“Nohohoho!” You giggled stubbornly, flinching and twisting from even the slightest touch.

“I have an idea. Lift your arms up,” she said.

“No way!”

“If you don’t, I’ll keep tickling your back,” she threatened.

You couldn’t stand that, so you reluctantly lifted your arms.

She rubbed a ton of soap under your arms, already making you squirm. Then, without warning, she wiggled her sharp nails on your armpits, causing you to shriek and pull your arms down immediately.

“AUBREHEHEY! QUIHIT IHIHIT! HAHAHA!” You were squirming so much that water was starting to splash out of the tub.

“Are you sorry for pranking me?”

“YEHEHES WHATEVER JUHUST STAHAHAP!”

She reluctantly slowed her tickling, but kept her hands in your armpits.

“Get your hands out of there or I’ll elbow you,” you warned.

“You probably shouldn’t do that,” she said.

“Why not?”

“You wouldn’t want to hurt…our child,” she said quietly.

“WHAT?!?”

“I’m pregnant, Y/N.”

“When did you find out?!?”

“Early this morning while you were still asleep,” she giggled.

“And you waited this long to tell me?” You asked.

“I just wanted it to be the right moment,” she said.

“Us naked in the bathtub is the right moment?” You questioned.

“No, but I had to warn you before you elbowed me in the stomach,” she said.

“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe it!” You cheered, fully facing her now and passionately kissing her. Her lips moved softly against yours, filling you with even more warmth. 

The news was sudden, but exciting, and you were ready for this next chapter in life with her. You couldn’t wait to dry off and snuggle up with her in bed. However, that meant you had to survive the rest of the bath with her bathing you.

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Late Night Snack

Summary: You pull a prank on your girlfriend Aubrey Plaza. She torments you to no end and punishes you until you're sorry >:) (p.s. this is also my 99th fic!!)

Word Count: 2289

Warnings: This fic has bondage, tickling, and oral sex so please DNI if you're a minor or uncomfortable with this

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Life had been splendid recently. You were in a new relationship with the one and only Aubrey Plaza, and you were over the moon. The two of you fell into a rhythm, with her being the more serious one, while you were mischievous and scheming. 

You had tested the waters a bit, playing small, harmless pranks on her. So far, she hadn’t retaliated, and you assumed it was because she had a soft spot for you. However, you viewed this as an opportunity to take your pranks up a notch.

You were making dinner for the two of you, making her favorite meal: steak with mashed potatoes and green beans. You felt a little mean when preparing the meal, but you had to get your licks in where you could get them.

An hour later, she was sitting at the table as you placed a piping hot plate in front of her. 

She looked hungrily at the plate, thanking you and giving you a kiss on the cheek. You blushed and shyly sat down across from her.

Pretending to act nonchalantly, you began to cut your steak into small pieces. You glanced up to see her cutting her steak as well. You saw her furrow her brow in confusion as her knife hit something hard.

With both feet on the ground, you were ready to run. After cutting her steak, a fake plastic spider was revealed, causing her to yelp and drop her utensils. You burst out laughing, filming her reaction before running away.

She chased you down the hall and into the bedroom. You began to panic, the only other room being the bathroom. You scurried inside, but felt her hand yank your arm back.

She grabbed you by the collar, pulling you close. “Where do you think you’re going?” She hissed.

You gulped, trying to squirm out of her grasp. “It’s just a prank,” you giggled, avoiding eye contact.

She tossed you on the bed, and you sat upright immediately. 

“Lay down,” she commanded, gently pushing you down.

“What if I don’t want to?” You shot back.

“Then I’ll make you,” she said, tying you down to the bed. You were no match for her strength, so you didn’t even try to bother fighting back.

You started to get nervous. You knew she would never hurt you, but she had never tied you down before. 

“Now, what should I do with my little toy?” She asked, circling around you.

“Nothing! I didn’t even do anything. It’s not my fault you can’t take a joke!” You insisted. 

“You know I hate spiders, Y/N.”

“Aww, you poor thing,” you replied sarcastically. 

“Maybe a little humiliation ritual?” She asked, suddenly taking out a pair of scissors. The look in eye was wicked and you didn’t know if she noticed you starting to sweat. 

She quickly cut your shirt off, leaving you exposed.

“Now, if you behave, your shirt may be the only thing cut. If not, more of your clothes will be ruined.

You didn’t really mind since it was just pajamas, but you were more concerned about what she was going to do next.

She leaned down, inches away from your lips. You leaned up slightly to meet her lips, coming up short as she moved back slightly.

“You want a kiss? Maybe you should’ve behaved.” She reached down to pinch your side playfully, causing you to jump.

“What was that?” She asked.

“Umm…I don’t know,” you lied.

She looked genuinely confused, before piecing it together. “Oh my god. Are you ticklish?” 

You shook your head frantically.

“Well, I think I just found my answer to what I should do,” she smirked, watching you squirm underneath her in anticipation.

“No! Please don’t!” You begged.

“Why not? I’ve never tried it before, and this seems like a perfect punishment for you after that cheeky prank,” she said, gliding a nail on your bare armpit.

You yelped, yanking at the bondage. 

“Oh? I gotta test your whole body. If you sit still and be a good little girl, maybe you’ll get that kiss,” she taunted.

“Screw you.”

“Do you really think you can be talking to me in this position?” She asked, wiggling a finger underneath your chin.

“Stohohoohp!” You giggled, shaking your head from side to side.

“Let’s start top to bottom, shall we?”

She tested out your ears, neck, chin, and collarbone first, causing you to go into a frenzy of giggles.

“This isn’t fair!” You whined.

“But you’re so cute when you giggle. I love when you’re so helpless,” she cooed. Your ears burned red and you looked away from her.

“Do you know where you’re most ticklish?” She asked.

“No,” you lied.

“Yes you do, now tell me,” she demanded, suddenly tickling your armpits with full force.

“NOHOHOHO NEHEHEVER PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!” You screamed, kicking as much as you could.

“Ooooh, we hit a good one did we? Look at your armpits, so exposed and helpless to my nails. Don’t you wish you could pull your arms down to protect that sensitive skin of yours?” She teased. For someone who had no experience in tickling, she was damn good at it.

“DOHONT SAHAY THAHAT!” You jolted as she moved her hands down slightly to tickle the space between your armpits and ribs.

You shouted and cursed at her through your laughter as she alternated between your ribs and armpits.

“Are you just super ticklish everywhere?” She asked, causing you to deny it through your laughter. She wasn’t convinced. 

She gave you a short break before resuming her torture. 

“Everyone’s ticklish on their sides,” she commented, reaching down to tickle yours.

You jumped underneath her, twisting both ways to escape her fingers.

“OHOHOH MY GOHOD PLEHEHEASE!” You begged.

“Please what?” 

You whimpered slightly through your laughter and her ears perked up.

“Was that a…moan?”

You shook your head profusely. 

“Oh my gosh. This is turning you on, isn’t it?” She asked.

You denied it again, causing her to narrow her eyes at you.

“I better check then, huh?” She said, showing you the scissors again. You tried to protest, but it was too late. She was cutting off your shorts and you felt her finger against your clit.

You jumped, biting back a moan.

“You’re so fucking wet, Y/N,” Aubrey laughed derisively. “Just relax, my little Y/N,” she said, before suddenly scribbling her fingers over your stomach. You burst out laughing, sucking in and trying to escape her fingers again.

“I’d save your energy with all this squirming. You’re in for a long night,” she warned.

She then took her two index fingers and began scratching at each of your hip bones. You snorted, bucking up off the bed.

“Oh, look at how flexible you are.”

“SHUHUT UHUP!”

“Hmm? What was that?” She asked nonchalantly, now wiggling her nails against your lower waist.

“NO! NOHOT THEHEHERE!” 

“Another jackpot? You’re so lucky I didn’t know about this earlier,” she said.

You grunted in frustration through your laughter, and she began to tickle your inner thighs, turning you on even more.

“Y/N, I think your pussy needs some breathing room, don’t you agree?” She asked, holding up the scissors again.

Before you could even protest, she cut your underwear off, and you felt the cool air against your hot skin. 

She placed one finger on your clit and a whimper escaped you.

She laughed mockingly, shaking her head. “It really is so easy to turn you on.”

“You wish!” You spat back.

“Hey, no sweat Y/N. Maybe I’m enjoying this too,” she said, smirking and wiggling her eyebrows at you.

You blushed, unable to comprehend that she was turned on by tickling you.

“Aww come on. Let me hear that desperation,” she whispered, running her finger quickly up your clit. 

You jumped and bit back another moan. Her eyes narrowed again, speeding up her fingers. You couldn’t help it now, giving in and letting the moan escape.

“You like that, huh?”

“Yeah, from your mom,” you replied, your laughter cut off quickly as you felt something warm against you. Your eyes widened as you felt her tongue rubbing against your clit.

“Aubrey!!” You squealed, feeling both turned on and ticklish from the sensation. She didn’t respond and kept expertly licking up and down your sweet spot.

You whined, arching your back and being overwhelmed by the sensation. She started going to town now, fully eating you out, while all you could do was squirm around.

She paused for a bit, looking up at you with her mouth still slightly open. “You taste good, Y/N.” A devilish grin spread across her face.

You didn’t respond, unable to process what was happening.

“Hey! You answer when I speak to you,” she demanded, slapping your pussy. 

“I don’t answer to you,” you said, sticking your tongue out at her.

“You don’t? Are you sure?” She said, now moving to sit on your stomach, your bare breasts right in her face. You squirmed in your restraints, afraid of what she was going to do next. 

She reached down, now using her nails to tickle your boobs. You wiggled from side to side, filling the room with giggles once again. She then pulled your nipples slightly, causing you to moan.

“Oh you like that you little whore?” She asked, pulling a little bit harder, drawing out a louder sound from you.

You shook your head in response, and her eyes narrowed again with that hungry look for revenge. She bent down and bit your nipples, while using her hands to tickle the side of your boobs. 

“N-Nohoho ahaHAHA,” your laughter and moans mixed together.

“Who’s in charge?”

“YOHOHOU! STAHAHAP!”

She nodded curtly, moving back to her position in front of your clit, continuing her experiment. Before you knew it, you were about to cum. You worried it would get all over her, but you didn’t think she minded. You let out one last cry before riding out the wave of pleasure. You caught her wiping her lips, causing you to want to hide from embarrassment.

“You’re lucky I let you finish, but I’m not done with you. I heard from a little birdie that after you orgasm, you’re more sensitive,” she said, leaning in with a grin.

“Whatever you’re thinking, don’t do it,” you warned, still slightly out of breath.

She walked to the end of the bed and began tickling your feet. She was absolutely right. The sensation was overwhelming.

“NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASE! STAHAHAP IHIT’S TOO MUHUHUCH!”

“Then you better choose. Do you want me to keep tickling your feet or do you want me to kiss you with my dirty lips?” She asked, giggling at the change of expression on your face. You were a germaphobe, so that sounded awful for you.

You grunted in frustration through your laughter.

“Better choose soon or I’m gonna make it even worse,” she warned.

“FIHINE! KEHEEP TIHICKLING MEHEHE!” You squealed.

“That’s what I thought, you dirty slut.”

After torturing you for a few more minutes, she finally gave you a break. 

“Do you still want that kiss?” She asked, her voice dropping lower. 

“Not with your dirty lips,” you complained.

“Fine. If we clean up, then would you be okay with it?” She asked.

You nodded.

A few minutes later, Aubrey had a warm bath set up for you two. She released you from the restraints and carried you into the tub. You sighed happily, leaning your back against her in the warm water and bubbles.

She lathered up some soap and began washing your back. You closed your eyes and relaxed, enjoying her touch.

However, little did you know that she was still in her revenge mode from your prank. You suddenly felt her nails gliding across your soap-covered back.

You squealed and flopped like a fish in the water, making her laugh super hard.

“Oh my gosh, you’re so ticklish! Is this your worst spot?” She asked.

“Nohohoho!” You giggled stubbornly, flinching and twisting from even the slightest touch.

“I have an idea. Lift your arms up,” she said.

“No way!”

“If you don’t, I’ll keep tickling your back,” she threatened.

You couldn’t stand that, so you reluctantly lifted your arms.

She rubbed a ton of soap under your arms, already making you squirm. Then, without warning, she wiggled her sharp nails on your armpits, causing you to shriek and pull your arms down immediately.

“AUBREHEHEY! QUIHIT IHIHIT! HAHAHA!” You were squirming so much that water was starting to splash out of the tub.

“Are you sorry for pranking me?”

“YEHEHES WHATEVER JUHUST STAHAHAP!”

She reluctantly slowed her tickling, but kept her hands in your armpits.

“Get your hands out of there or I’ll elbow you,” you warned.

“You probably shouldn’t do that,” she said.

“Why not?”

“You wouldn’t want to hurt…our child,” she said quietly.

“WHAT?!?”

“I’m pregnant, Y/N.”

“When did you find out?!?”

“Early this morning while you were still asleep,” she giggled.

“And you waited this long to tell me?” You asked.

“I just wanted it to be the right moment,” she said.

“Us naked in the bathtub is the right moment?” You questioned.

“No, but I had to warn you before you elbowed me in the stomach,” she said.

“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe it!” You cheered, fully facing her now and passionately kissing her. Her lips moved softly against yours, filling you with even more warmth. 

The news was sudden, but exciting, and you were ready for this next chapter in life with her. You couldn’t wait to dry off and snuggle up with her in bed. However, that meant you had to survive the rest of the bath with her bathing you.

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The fact that you can completely block a tickle spot and just have another one exploited is so evil and unfair 😒

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New fic is out!!

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💬 2  🔁 2  ❤️ 6 · Triple Trouble · Summary: Agatha convinces Rio to team up with her to get revenge on Wanda. The Scarlet Witch falls for the

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Triple Trouble

Summary: Agatha convinces Rio to team up with her to get revenge on Wanda. The Scarlet Witch falls for the trap, and there's a surprise waiting for her in the basement. However, a betrayal leads to ticklish chaos.

Word Count: 2001

Warnings: There are mentions of bondage through their witch powers and tools used, so if this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read

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Despite being the three most powerful witches on earth, they were never all seen together at once. That was about to change.

Everyone knew about Agatha and her drama with Wanda and then with Rio. However, Rio had never been seen with Wanda and all three of them never crossed paths at the same time.

Rio’s curiosity got to the best of her, so she worked up the courage to ask Agatha.

The two of them were living together, grateful that they had found a way to co-exist without Agatha turning into a ghost anymore.

“Agatha? Who’s that other witch that you had beef with?”

“What witch? I didn’t have beef with anyone,” Agatha scoffed, pretending to play dumb so she didn’t have to revisit that.

“You know, the one who made you believe you were in an imaginary world. Don’t forget, I was in it,” Rio teased.

“Are you trying to piss me off?” Agatha glowered.

“No. I’m just curious about this witch. I always want to meet other witches.”

“You already have a witch.”

“Fine, then I want to meet your ex,” Rio said.

“She’s not my ex!” Agatha roared, now pinning Rio to the couch and tickling her sides.

“AGATHAHAHA! STOHOHOP IHI WAHAHAS JUHUST KIHIDDING!” Rio laughed, kicking and twisting around to no avail. 

This was the one thing she had over Rio. Despite being Death herself, she was still human and possessed the same potential for sensitivity to light touch. Agatha made sure to take advantage of this every single time.

When her fingers met Rio’s upper ribs (her “death” spot), a loud screech was let out, followed by Rio begging for mercy and apologizing.

“You never learn, do you?” Agatha said, barely cracking a smile.

“No. That’s why I’m asking again to see…” Rio paused, flinching away when Agatha threatened to tickle her again.

“Why do you want to meet her so bad?”

“I don’t know. Don’t you think it would be cool to have the three most powerful witches in a room together? That’s never happened before,” Rio said.

“She’s evil. If we’re in the same room with her, it won’t end well. And if she lays a finger on you, I’ll end up killing her,” Agatha said.

“You’re quite the romantic,” Rio teased.

“I just don’t want her doing anything to us. I finally got away from her, and I don’t want to go back,” Agatha stated.

“Or, hear me out. I help you get revenge,” Rio said, wiggling her eyebrows mischievously. 

“I’m listening.”

“You tell her you want to meet up again, but don’t tell her about me. Then surprise! I’m there. Two versus one. She’ll never see it coming.”

Agatha smirked after hearing this. “Alright.”

A few days later, Agatha had invited Wanda over to the house. Wanda didn’t know she was living with Rio and was probably scheming something of her own.

The doorbell rang, and Rio was downstairs in the basement. 

“Hi Agatha,” Wanda greeted her.

Agatha plastered a smile to her face. “Well hello there darling! Don’t you just look adorable!”

“Oh, uh, thanks!”

“Come in, come in. I haven’t seen you in forever,” Agatha continued to gush. However, she overdid it, and Wanda was starting to get suspicious. 

Just as Wanda was about to peek into Agatha’s mind, she was lifted in the air by Agatha. She used her magic to put her hands behind her back, opening the door and leading her down to the basement.

“Agatha! You put me down right now!” Wanda demanded. 

Agatha didn’t speak until they were downstairs. “Welcome to our home, Wanda,” Agatha whispered in her ear, slamming the door shut. “For all those years, you tricked me into thinking my life was real. You played the ultimate mind game on me, and you never once felt bad about it. Did you really think you’d get away with that?”

“Wait. Did you say our?” Wanda questioned. Right on cue, Rio came out from hiding, staring her down.

“I’m Agatha’s wife. Only I’m allowed to mess with her like that,” Rio glared.

“You…look really familiar,” Wanda said slowly. 

“We’ve never met.”

“Oh…okay,” Wanda trailed off, now feeling less bold knowing that she was outnumbered.

Agatha placed her in the center of the room, still floating with her hands behind her back.

“Because of everything you’ve done to me, I’ve set up a little treat for you.” Agatha pointed to the table with a bunch of tools.

Wanda felt a chill go down her spine. She knew exactly what was coming. 

“Look, Agatha. I’m sorry for what I did. I just got drunk with power. Trust me, you’d do the same thing if you could,” Wanda pleaded.

“Are you calling me greedy?” Agatha said, poking her belly button warningly.

“Ah! No! Please don’t do this,” Wanda said desperately. Rio looked on at them, suddenly having mixed feelings. She could easily change the outcome of this scenario, knowing that she yielded the most power. 

“Don’t do what?” Agatha asked innocently, taking an electric toothbrush from the table and sticking it in her belly button. 

“NOHOHO!” 

“Is that all you’ve got?” Agatha asked, motioning for Rio to come over.

Rio taped two more of them to her feet, driving her up the wall.

“PLEHEHASE! I SAID SOHORRY!”

“Yeah, well sorry doesn’t reverse what you did to my lady,” Rio said. 

Wanda could barely get any words out, hoping that if she just took it, they would let her go. If she didn’t give them a reason to continue to punish her, it could end early.

The girls briefly stopped for a moment, before Rio decided to make it messy. She used her magic to move Wanda’s arms out to the side.

“So, Wanda. Tell me. Did you two ever date?” She asked, now taking two feathers and sticking them into the sleeveholes to tickle her armpits.

The witch squirmed under the light touch, turning red from her reaction. 

Agatha shot Rio a look, knowing exactly what she was up to. She decided there were two things she could do. Go along with it and let Wanda suffer some more, or get revenge on Rio and put her in the same exact position. Guess which one she chose.

“Agatha! I didn’t even get an answer yet!” Rio shouted, finding herself in the same position as Wanda. 

“You should’ve thought twice about that then,” Agatha said unsympathetically, walking over to the table and smirking. She twirled two hairbrushes in front of them, before walking behind them.

“Anticipation makes it so much worse, doesn’t it?” She asked wickedly, as Rio was trying her best to muster up something to get out of her magic hold. The two girls suddenly felt something cold on their feet. Agatha was heightening their sensitivity with baby oil. Rio cursed to herself, wishing she hadn’t asked the question. Wanda wondered if she’d be in more trouble if she answered.

Agatha tested the brush on their soles briefly, short scrubs at a time. The outcome was glamorous, drawing out the laughter stored deep inside of their tough shells. 

“AGATHA! I SWEHEHEAR I WIHILL KIHILL YOU! DOHONT YOU FORGEHET I AHAHAM DEHEATH!” Rio threatened, not sounding very scary when every word was entwined with squeals and giggles.

Wanda’s eyes bugged out, partly from the tickling, but mostly from the fact that she learned Rio was Death. Now she really couldn’t get on her bad side.

Agatha was still having a lot of fun, using a brush on each of their soles. She was a little surprised that Rio was having much stronger reactions. Part of her wanted to peek into her mind to see if she was being turned on by this. 

She gave Wanda a break briefly, but didn’t let her go. Walking up to Rio, she wished they were alone right now. 

“Do you regret changing sides?”

“I didn’t!” Rio insisted. Agatha loved watching her squirm and appear helpless in front of her. 

“Really?” Agatha reached up to tickle her sides, causing Rio to fall back into laughter, cursing her with every other word.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you. You’re still in trouble for what you did, and I suggest you keep your mouth shut,” Agatha warned Wanda, also tickling her side.

Wanda could feel the tears in her eyes, but felt a strange feeling inside of her. Agatha was too engrossed in the torture to notice the red glow in Wanda’s eyes. Within a few seconds, Wanda had mustered up enough strength to break free from her hold, falling gently to the ground.

Agatha gasped, stopping her tickling abruptly. Before she could even process what happened, Wanda used her powers to put Agatha in the position she was just in.

Rio laughed at her, and then told Wanda she would help her get revenge if she could figure out how to break her free.

Wanda concentrated hard, eventually able to break Rio free.

“Now that I’m free, I’ll tell you the truth. We never dated, but she had a crush on me,” Wanda said cheekily to Rio.

Agatha began to deny it profusely, while Rio walked up to her with a raised eyebrow. 

“So you had a little crush before me, huh?” Rio teased, twirling a feather in her hand.

“That’s a blatant lie! You asshole!” Agatha directed to Wanda, making her laugh.

“Oh, Agatha. Wasn’t losing once enough for you?” Wanda asked, giving her side a squeeze.

Rio used the feather under her shirt to get her stomach, waist and sides. Agatha spluttered in frustration, using everything inside of her to not laugh. She hated how easily she was overpowered by tickling. 

Wanda walked behind her, tracing a finger down her spine. “Did you really think you’d beat the Scarlet Witch?” She whispered in her ear, now tickling her back and neck.

This broke Agatha, forcing giggles to stream out of her. 

“Nohohoo! Thihis ihihisn’t fahair!”

“No? Maybe you shouldn’t have tortured me just for asking a question,” Rio tsked, now reaching down to knead her hips. If Agatha wasn’t frozen in place, Rio would’ve likely had a broken hand and nose. 

The laughter flowed out of Agatha as she was no longer able to hold it in. She pleaded when more tools were added to the mix and was convinced she was going to pass out.

“We’ll stop on two conditions. You say you’ll never beat me, and you tell Rio how hot she is,” Wanda teased. She was actually quite fond of their romance, thinking they were the perfect fit for each other.

Agatha gritted her teeth, still laughing against her will. “NEHEHEVER! OHOVER MY COHOLD DEHEHEAD BOHODY!”

“Do I need to get your special spot?” Rio warned.

“NOHOHO! DOHONT! PLEHEHEASE!”

Rio shook her head and took both feathers and tickled her ears with it. Agatha let out an uncharacteristic shriek, cursing and quickly admitting both things.

Despite Rio usually being serious, she couldn’t help but laugh at Agatha. “My god, Agatha. You’re even worse than me.”

Agatha was a disheveled mess, unable to refute her claim.

“I can’t believe you tried to pull one on me,” Wanda said, giving Agatha a look of disapproval. 

“Looks like I won again,” Wanda said with a smug smile.

“Correction. We,” Rio said.

“You wouldn’t be able to do anything if I hadn’t broken you free,” Wanda reminded her.

“And you wouldn’t be able to win if I killed you,” Rio said flatly, causing Wanda to be taken aback.

“Shall we settle the winner?” Rio threatened teasingly.

“No! I’m okay,” Wanda said, backing away from her.

“You two are so annoying. I never should’ve introduced the two of you,” Agatha said with regret.

“But now…you could fulfill your fantasy. I’m okay with it,” Rio said, shooting a look towards Wanda.

“Are you sure?” Wanda asked uncertainly. 

Rio nodded. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

Wanda turned red.

Before they knew it, Agatha had created a bed in the basement. The rest was history.

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Ticklish Interrogation

Request: hii could i request a fic where its like an interrogation between natasha and wanda but instead of inflicting pain they can tickle each other? i don't mind which ones the ler and which is the lee you can pick :P BE CREATIVE :))

Note: Thank you for this request! I hope you enjoy :)

Word Count: 922

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Wanda had recently gotten closer to the Widow Sisters, especially Yelena. She looked up to Natasha in admiration, but it was also a lot of fun to team up with the blonde and mess with her big sister every now and then.

Of course, Yelena was usually the mastermind behind all the pranks and needed Wanda’s powers to help make sure that it worked the way she wanted. 

This time, Yelena wanted Wanda to utilize her newly acquired skill. She was now able to move things without a glow following the item. This was perfect, as Yelena wanted to make Natasha think she was losing her mind. 

Wanda was in the living room, watching TV with Natasha. Yelena was watching from afar so she wouldn’t be suspected.

Natasha leaned over to grab her cup from the coffee table, but just as she reached for it, Wanda moved the item with her magic. She had perfected it to where she hardly had to move to make it happen.

Natasha got spooked, jumping when the cup moved. Wanda bit her lip, already imagining what Yelena’s reaction was. 

“Did you see that?” Natasha asked Wanda.

“See what?”

“My cup literally just moved on its own!”

“I must’ve missed it. I was watching the funny scene,” Wanda said, using that as an excuse to laugh.

Natasha eyed her carefully, but didn’t say much after. Next, the redhead reached for the remote next to her to adjust the volume. Wanda allowed her to pick it up, but then immediately used her powers to place it back down on the couch.

“What the heck was that?!?” Natasha cried, looking back and forth to observe the area around her.

“What now?” Wanda asked.

“Someone just grabbed the remote out of my hand! I thought it was you messing with me, but I don’t see the glow from your magic,” Natasha said.

“This is getting creepy,” Wanda said, standing up and looking concerned to play along. 

“You don’t think there’s someone watching us, do you?” Natasha asked.

Wanda felt a little bad when she said that, but she had one more trick up her sleeve. Once Natasha sat back down and calmed herself a bit, she used her magic to lift the couch cushion, sending her into the air.

“Wanda!” Natasha cried, quickly jumping off the cushion and onto the other part of the couch before she got too high.

The witch struggled not to laugh, but her eyes were full of mirth. 

Natasha eyed her suspiciously. “Come with me.”

“Where are we going?” Wanda asked.

“To the interrogation room,” she replied, but just led her into the bedroom.

Before Wanda could try to escape, she pinned her to the bed and began to tickle her ribs.

“WAHAHIT NAHAHAT! WHY!?!” Wanda yelled.

“Tell me who’s behind all of these pranks,” Natasha demanded. She had a pretty good idea of who it was, but she wanted to find out more about how it was able to occur.

“NEHEHEVER!” Wanda shouted, wrapping her arms around her torso. Natasha just tickled any open spot she could find, ranging from her neck to her sides and her belly. She then pinned her arms to the side and began to knead her hips, earning a nice loud squeal from her lee. 

“PLEHEHEASE! STAHAHAP! IHIHI DOHONT KNOHOW AHAHANYTHING!”

“Oh please, don’t lie to me. I know you were the one behind all of that. I want to know how you did it,” Natasha said.

“IHIHIT WAHAHSN’T MEHEHE!”

Natasha rolled her eyes and began to knead right below her armpits, sending her into a frenzy.

OKAHAHAY IHIHILL TEHEHELL!”

“Speak.”

“I didn’t do it,” Wanda lied, barely catching her breath before Natasha was squeezing her knees. She snorted and kicked, trying to escape her evil fingers.

“Who did you team up with?” Natasha asked.

Wanda worried that if she betrayed Yelena that she would go through round two of this. However, the tickling was getting worse. Natasha had moved down to her feet, making her laugh even harder.

“Tell me.”

Wanda was laughing too hard to even speak. Natasha went for the kill and began to tickle her heels, a well known death spot on her. Wanda spazzed and sat up, hitting Natasha to signal her to stop.

“Oh…my…god…you…are…evil…” She said, catching her breath.

“I’m ready,” Natasha said with a grin.

“Ugh. It was me. I recently learned from…another witch on how to move things without my glow trail following it,” Wanda admitted.

“Who taught you?”

“The Green Witch.”

“Hmm, that sounds faintly familiar,” Natasha said.

“You probably met her when you…” Wanda trailed off, eyes suddenly widening. “Nevermind.”

“So you just decided to prank me? For no reason? What did I ever do to you?” Natasha teased.

“Not exactly…”

“So who are you on a team with?”

Wanda hesitated, fiddling with her fingers to buy time. Natasha wasted none of it, reaching back out to tickle her sides.

“Who is it?” The redhead asked, her fingers finding the oblique muscle that drove all her lees insane.

“AH! NOHO HAHAHA OKAHAY YELEHEHENA!” 

“I should’ve known. You two are no good together,” Natasha shook her head.

“Well, it’s two against one,” Wanda said smugly, since she had seen Yelena show up in the room.

“Yeah, but you sold me out to big Natasha so I’m not on your team anymore,” Yelena said with a grin. With that, the two sisters put poor Wanda through round two of tickle torment, and she laughed until she had tears in her eyes.

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I wish I had a remote control thing to randomly tickle people 🤣

I’d find that hilarious

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“what are you thinking of?” it’s always tickling btw

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Facts 😭😭😭