Winterwidow Tickles supremacy

[winterwidowtickles]

Hi! I’m Fae. I'm 28, and this is my little corner where I post tickle fics for one of my favorite ships, Winterwidow!

Feel free to send in a prompt or just enjoy yourself!

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can I pls request 2 and 11 from the tickle prompts? maybe bucky tickles Natasha in an unusual spot and he is surprised by how ticklish she is everywhere and she gets embarrassed lol

She squirmed, shoulder blades moving inward to protect the tickly spot on her back he was currently trailing his fingers over as they laid in bed.

"Are you - oh my god, you are." He experimentally ghosted his fingertips over the space between her shoulders again. Making Natasha shiver.

"I hardly touched you – you’re too cute.” Bucky chuckled, face burning with embarrassment, Nat tried to move away from him, but Bucky didn't let her get away.

"Uh, uh. I'll be nice, I'll be nice, I promise." She didn't believe him for a second, but he was already moving lower, ghosting his fingers over the backs of her ribs.

"You said you'd be nice!" Nearly jumping out of her skin, Bucky gathered her up in his arms before she could get away.

"I'm not even tickling you!"

"Yes, you are!" Natasha was giggling helplessly as Bucky continued to lightly tickle her ribs and sides.

How did such a light tough tickle so much?

"You're absolutely adorable," Bucky said, kissing her bright red cheek.

"I always did like the color red on you, Doll."

[thebest-medicine]

TheBest-Medicine’s Spectacular Summer

Sentence Starter TickleFic Prompts:

Please feel free to send in ideas / fandoms / pairings / prompts including these or use them yourself as some inspiration for some writing or art! honestly I wanted an excuse and some guidance to write out some more tickle fic ideas I’ve been having lately. So anyway here’s 105 fic starters / prompts (somebody stop me).

“Was that a giggle just now?”

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?

“Come any closer and I will end you.”

“Oh, you shouldn’t have done that..” / “Oh, you shouldn’t have said that..”

“No, I’m just- uh- sensitive.”

“You think you’re real tough, huh?”

“No way, you’re ticklish here too?”

“I’ll have you know, I was the reigning tickle fight champion in my house growing up.”

“Did you just… laugh?”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Why are you so nervous all of the sudden?”

“So, what’s this I hear about you being deathly ticklish?”

“I don’t / can’t believe it.”

“Well, well, well… Look what we have here.”

“Don’t even think about it.”

“Come on, stop it - I’m serious, that really tickles!”

“What’s there to be embarrassed about?”

“I swear on my life, I will kill you.”

“Wait, are you stuck?”

“I will never forgive you for this, you bastard / jerk / dick / asshole / expletive.”

“Big talk for someone so ticklish.”

“Don’t make me make you.”

“Wait a minute, you’re not ticklish, are you?”

“Sounds like someone needs a visit from the tickle monster.”

“Well now you’re just asking for it.”

“Wow. You’re bold.”

“I hope you know that this means war.”

“You wouldn’t happen to be ticklish, would you?”

“Be careful, I’m ticklish (there).”

“Uh oh, someone’s in trouble.”

“Come on, it’s not that bad, is it?”

“Who would have thought a few tickles would be your doom?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“You’re in for it as soon as we’re alone.”

“What? Me? Ticklish? As if!”

“A little birdie told me someone has ticklish feet / sides / knees / etc.”

“Wait - no, not that, anything but that!”

“You can’t be serious…”

“What did you just say?”

“I’ve never heard you laugh like that before, it’s nice.”

“I never thought I’d see the day…”

“No way, are you crying / begging?”

“Lighten up, have a laugh!”

“You wouldn’t take advantage (of that knowledge) when I’m stuck like this, right? …Right?!”

“Heh. That all you’ve got?”

“I’m not letting you off that easy.”

“Make me.”

“You would think you’d get less ticklish as you got older, but you’re the opposite!”

“It’s not your fault you’re so ticklish.”

“Please, I can’t take it anymore!”

“Oh you’d like / love that, wouldn’t you?”

“What about (name), (are they) ticklish?” “Huh? What - me?!”

“Hmm, looks like the tables have turned…”

“Oh man, is this a bad spot?”

“Please! I’ll do whatever you want!”

“I never would’ve pegged you as the ticklish type.”

“You better not tell anyone about this.”

“I can think of a few ways to make you talk.”

“Why so nervous?”

“Don’t- don’t you dare! Don’t even t-think about it!”

“You’d better keep quiet.”

“I haven’t seen you smile all day / week!”

“Too bad there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Relax, I’m not gonna kill ya. But I am gonna make you wish you were dead.”

“I just wanna be close to you.”

“Don’t tell me you’re ticklish?!”

“Well now, that seems like wishful thinking.”

“What’s that? Stop saying tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle?”

“You have five seconds to run.”

“Wait, not there - anywhere but there!”

“This isn’t cuddling! This is an attack!”

“As soon as I get out of this I hope you know I’m going to murder you.”

“I hope you’re not too ticklish.”

“Oh man, that looks bad.”

“Uh, oh. Someone’s ticklish.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve been hiding this all this time?!”

“There’s nowhere to hide.”

“Aww, are you blushing? That’s adorable.”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“You should know better than to try to keep secrets from me.”

“What did I just say!?”

“You’re not really gonna tickle me, are you?”

“I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“You’d better give up now or this is about to get a lot worse.”

“Don’t be an idiot.”

“Crap. Wait. I didn’t mean that.”

“…That was brutal.”

“We don’t have time for such childish— hey! Stop it!”

“Wait no- Not here- Not now!”

“Just wait until I get you back.”

“Have mercy!”

“Hey are you guys okay? I heard yelling (from the hall / outside) and— oh.”

“Oh? And what if I did?”

“Revenge is so, so sweet.”

“You can’t be serious!?”

“What are you so scared of? It’s just a feather / brush / etc.”

“Oh, sorry, did that tickle?”

“There it is! That laugh is music to my ears.”

“Don’t make me get your (worst spot).”

“Would you just shut up and tickle me already?”

“You’re in for it now!”

“You are so going to regret that.”

“Let’s make it interesting.”

“What, did you think you were just going to get away with that?”

“Hey, a bet’s a bet.”

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“Coochie coochie coo!”

Seriously, how sensitive is Natasha's tummy?

Nat was biting her hand, trying to keep herself from laughing as her boyfriend loomed over her, using his weight to pin her to the bed.

"You're one tough cookie, aren't you, Doll?" Bucky chuckled, pulling up her pajama top, smirking when an unintentional whine escaped her.

He smiled, studying her bare stomach like a map, making Natasha shake her head no.

"I think you're long overdue for a test of your tickle button."

"I think we can skip that." She said, squirming as giggles bubbled up in her throat. Bucky ignored her protest, leaning down to press soft kisses to her stomach.

"How do kisses feel?" He asked as the giggles started to pour out of her.

"Fine, we can stop now!" Her voice jumped an octave as he began to nibble on her tummy.

"Oh no, but we've just started. Let's see, kisses, check... nibbles... check." A sudden raspberry made Natasha squeal.

"Raspberries are still effective..." Bucky sat up and fluttered his fingers over her bellybutton, Natasha couldn't fight the laughter that poured out of her.

"Aw, you're so cute when your tummy is being tickled." Bucky cooed, a fingertip swirling around the rim of her bellybutton.

"No!" Natasha’s face was red, though from exertion or embarrassment was anyone's guess.

"No? I think you are. In fact, I can prove it." He blew another raspberry directly over her bellybutton as he scribbled his nails across her stomach.

Nat's hips bucked, but Bucky's weight didn't shift an inch.

She was stuck.

"Coochie, coochie, coo!" The teasing made the tickling so much worse, and Natasha burst into helpless laughter.

"No, no, no, teasing isn't fair!" Another raspberry made her shriek.

"I think your tickle button passes inspection." He nibbled her belly again, making ridiculous noming noises that drove her crazy.

"If it works, then stop!" She managed between giggles.

"I could..." The tickling stopped for a moment, Natasha’s stomach hurt from laughing as she tried to catch her breath.

"... But I'm having too much fun!" Nat screamed as he blew several raspberries all over her belly.

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“You know, you’re a lot cuter than you realize”

Does Natasha ever get Bucky?

“You know, you’re a lot cuter than you realize,” Natasha said perching herself on the edge of their bed.

Bucky snorted in response. It was too hot to argue, hence the reason both he and Natasha had decided to stay in bed with the fan on high and the curtains drawn.

"I'm not cute. 'Cute' is for puppies and babies." Bucky said, groaning as Natasha straddled him

"Nat, it's too hot." Bucky complained only for the redhead to ignore him.

“Admit you’re cute.” Natasha said crossing her arms over her chest as she sat on top of her boyfriend.

“Natalia-” again he was ignored.

“Admit it or I’m going to tickle you!” It seemed to the redheaded spy that Bucky was always the one tickling her, it was time the roles were reversed.

Bucky stubbornly remained silent.

"Suit yourself." Admittedly, she didn't even know if Bucky was even ticklish but she was about to find out.

Gently, she began to knead his sides. At first, there was no reaction, so Nat moved higher, his ribs got a small smile and a grunt out of him.

"Sorry, sweetheart, not everyone is ridiculously ticklish like you." Bucky said when Nat frowned in frustration.

"You have to be ticklish somewhere." Experimentally, she reached behind her and squeezed his knee, the jolt and strangled snort that caused was promising.

"Was that what I think in was?" For so long, she'd been the one laughing as he teased her worst spots.

Had she found his?

"Don't you dare, Natalia." That was as good as a 'yes' in Natasha’s books.

"I don't think you're in a position to make demands, Sargent." She scribbled behind his knee and grinned when he was instantly reduced to a full on belly laugh.

"No, no, no! Doll, c'mon!" Bucky begged.

She'd barely even explored the ticklish spot, and he was already begging.

"Admit you're cute!" Bucky's laughter was her only reply.

"Admit it!"

"Fine! FINE! I'M CUTE! STAHAHAHAP!" Bucky pleaded, kicking his legs, trying to throw her off.

Natasha smirked, pretending to think it over.

"Nah... I don't think I will."

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Itsy Bitsy Spider.

Widows were not meant to break under torture. Those who survived the Red Room where supposed to be unbreakable.

What the Red Room never counted on was that a certain super soldier and his relentless drive to get information out of Natasha.

That's how the Black Widow found herself wedged between the back of the couch and her boyfriend.

"One last chance," the soldier said sternly.

"Are you going to tell me what I want to know?" Nat squirmed.

At this point, he was just toying with her.

"Can't tell you what I don't know," Bucky chuckled.

"Suit yourself then... are you sure you're not planning a big fuss for my birthday?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Nat flinched as he rucked up her shirt and slowly walked the fingers of his flesh hand up her body, starting at her hip.

"Sure you don't... if you did know something, though, I think I know a way to get you to spill your guts." Biting the inside of her cheek, Natasha tried not to show any fear.

"The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout..." it was childish as hell, but something about the slow crawl of his fingers up her body, along with the song, made her squirm with anticipation.

"I don't know anything." Bucky didn't answer, just continued the slow teasing crawl towards her ribs.

"James, plehehehehehese!" Nat dissolved into panicked giggles as his fingers came to a stop near her under arms.

"... Down came the rain and washed the spider out -" as he spoke, he spidered his fingers down to her belly, Nat squealed and thrashed in his hold.

"Out came the sun and dried up all the rain..." He was scribbling against her stomach now, making Natasha laugh hysterically.

"Are you sure you have nothing to tell me?" Bucky teased as Natasha’s face flushed with laughter, her laughter jumping an octave as he tickled her bellybutton.

"Alright, ALIGHT! I'LL TALK!" Natasha shouted, relieved when the tickle torture stopped and she was able to catch her breath.

"It's not a big fuss." Bucky arched an eyebrow at her, threateningly wiggling his fingers over her bellybutton when she didn’t immediately continue.

Natasha squeaked in panic.

"No, no, no! It's just a small party, with Sam, dinner, cake, maybe a present or two! It was meant to be a surprise."

"Promise?" He'd never been one to make a big deal about his birthday, especially after decades of not even knowing who he was, never mind when his own birthday was.

"I promise, I promise! No more tickling, you win!" His fingers stilled, and Bucky leaned in so that his forehead was resting against hers.

"Fine... I believe you." Pressing a few kisses to her neck, Natasha let herself relax a little. At least the tickling had stopped.

"You're incorrigible, Natasha." He said against her skin, a small smirk tugged at her lips, she couldn’t help herself.

"You deserve it." Hooking her foot around his leg, Natasha flipped them so she was sitting astride his hips.

"And if you say you don't, we'll just have to see how you like spider tickles."

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I want to get back here, hopefully new fics to come.

[sillyfeathers]

Some (Tickle) Fic Prompts

This is just a list of prompts to help get me (and hopefully others) out of any writers’ block. Feel free to reblog this for personal use, and shoot me any prompts you’d like to see!

1. “I’d like to see you try.”

2. “Are you – oh my god, you are.”

3. “You’re never gonna get the end of this.”

4. “No, it’s just…you don’t seem like the ticklish type.”

5. “Well now I have to test it.”

6. “Stop squirming!”

7. “Make me.”

8. “I’m not allowed to hurt you, so…”

9. “Say that again, I dare you.”

10. “This is a serious matter!”

11. “I hardly touched you – this is incredible/you’re too cute.”

12. “I’ll give you an incentive.”

13. “Will you reach up and grab that for me?”

14. “Oh, look who’s asking for help.”

15. “[Name]? Oh yeah, I’ve never met anyone more ticklish.”

16. “I’m not falling for that (again)!”

17. “Does this even count as tickling?”

18. “You’re so tense.”

19. “Freeze!”

20. “I’m not – hey!”

21. “This is so good.”

22. “I’m quite comfortable over here, but thank you.”

23. “Stop tickling them – no, not me –!”

24. “I’d watch your back.”

25. “Not much, just tickling [Name] to pieces.”

26. “You think you’re so funny.”

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happy bday!! 👏👏

Thank you, I don't know how much writing I'll get done what with birthday plans. But I'll work on things I promise!

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omg I'm so excited for this! I love ticklish natasha sm! could I pls make a request? James finds out that natasha is really ticklish, and starts teasing and tickling her, and finds out she actually likes being tickled by him and she gets rly embarrassed, but James just thinks it's cute and tickles her more :3

Finding out Natasha was ticklish had been an accident.

They were having some alone time, a rare thing for them, Bucky was trailing kisses down Natasha’s body, when the black widow twitched, almost as if... no, it wasn’t possible.

“What was that?” Bucky asked amused.

“Nothing.” Natasha said a little too quickly, that was certainly interesting.

"Natalia..."

"I said it was nothing."

Bucky shook his head, fine, if she wanted to play it that way.

He went back to kissing along her body, making note of every jump and twitch, until he kissed her just above her bellybutton.

Natasha, honest to God, snorted.

"You want to know what I think?" Bucky asked as he drew nonsense patterns across Natasha's stomach and hips, eliciting barely suppressed giggles as he did so.

"I think the big bad Black Widow, is ticklish."

"Don't... don't be ridiculous!" Natasha said, face flushing beet red.

"I am not, I'm an assassin, assassins aren't..." her face grew redder at the prospect of saying the dreaded word.

"Aw, doll! You can't even say it, can you?" Bucky teased, as he lightly tickled Natasha's stomach.

Biting back laughter, Natasha writhed.

"You wanna know what else I think? I think you like being tickled, I mean, you haven't tried to stop me yet." The flush of her face confirmed it.

"Which is adorable by the way." Bucky said as his kissed that poor, quivering belly, this was just too cute!

"Now, let's see where your giggle button is hiding," Bucky said as Natasha struggled to hold back her laughter.

They spent the rest of their time together, with Natasha in stitches as Bucky tickled every inch of her.

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

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

The red head looked up and glared at her boyfriend.

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

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

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

“James, don’t!”

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

“No!”

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

As expected, her laughter jumped a few octaves.

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

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

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

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

That would never do.

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

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

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hi! this blog is so adorable and i cant wait for more fics! can i request the prompts 12, 13, 24, 26 for bucky tickling natasha? it's ok if not. I love ur work so far! :))

“Jahahames, STOP!” Natasha shrieked as Bucky playfully tickled the assassin. She was glad that he’d had FRIDAY lock the sparring room doors before he’d begun tickling her, all so she couldn’t escape. But it also kept their teammates out.

“Stop? But you’re enjoying yourself so much, why would I stop?” Bucky said lunging after Natasha when she managed to escape his clutches for a moment and began to run away.

““Ι’m gonna get you!” He called after her, as Natasha ran and tried to hide, clapping a hand over her mouth to muffle the giggles that were still pouring from her mouth.

Before she could find a hiding spot though, Bucky hand picked her up off her feet and was carrying her back to the sparring ring.

Laying her down on the mat, Bucky sat on the Black Widow’s hips to pin her down.

Now, Doll.” He said as he loomed over the thrashing widow.

“Admit you’re adorable and this all stops,” Natasha shook her head, still giggling like a madwoman.

“Fine," Bucky sighed dramatically, wiggling his fingers in the air, which only made Natasha fight harder for freedom.

“There is no comeback, princess. It’s gonna happen,” Bucky warned her before digging into Natasha’s ribs.

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hiya, i love ur blog so much already!!! can i pls request 1 and 9 from the tickle prompts? maybe Bucky gives Natasha soft tickles and she secretly likes it ;)

Giggles, muffled by the pillows, leaked out of Natasha as James massaged her feet.

The Black Widow couldn’t help it, and while her feet were not her most ticklish spot by a long shot, something about Bucky’s lotion covered palms kneading her sore feet tickled.

For his part, Bucky chuckled to himself as he continued to massage.

“You're so ticklish, aren't you?” He asked the giggling redhead as he set one foot down and began to massage the other.

“Shut up!” Natasha retorted through giggles which went up several octaves when Bucky tickled her toes. Causing Natasha to bury her face in the pillow. As much as it tickled, Natasha was secretly loving every second of this moment.

“Coochie coochie coo!” Bucky teased, making Natasha shake her head from side to side, teasing only made the tickles worse!

Setting her feet aside at last Bucky crawled up the still giggling assassin, and began kissing her tummy, Natasha writhed under him.

“Not fair, not fair, not fair!” The redhead cackled, but Bucky continued his treatment of his girlfriend, after all he loved to see her smile.

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Hope your ok you haven’t posted anything in a while so I figured I’d check….

Aw, Nonnie! I'm okay, work is just so busy right now and I've been too tired to write, I'm hopping to write something soon. Thank you for checking in!

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Hello another question for you. Do you only write Natasha and Bucky? Or are other characters game for you? Do you do reader insert? Sorry i don’t mean to be a nag anon. I have prompt ideas but I don’t want to send something that might not fit what you’re looking for. 💕 🥰 💕

Hi nonnie!

On this specific blog, I only write Natasha and Bucky. Their relationship (which we were robbed of in the movies) is the heart of this blog.

I might make a general marvel tickling blog, I just haven't done so yet because this blog is feeding my current obsession.

I love reader inserts, I'm just not very good at writing them! I tried when I was younger and they always turned out badly.

You're not a nag, hun.

If you have anymore questions don't hesitate to ask!

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“Those ribs look tasty. Nomnomnomnom!”

Beard and scruff make this so much worse for me. Can Bucky get Nat with his scruff . It doesn’t have to be the ribs that was just in the sentence.

"Jesus, you need to shave!" Natasha said trying to squirm away from her boyfriend as he tried to kiss her neck.

Bucky for his part seemed amused by this, and held her tighter.

"Oh, do I?"

"Yes! That five o'clock shadow of yours should be outlawed by the Geneva Convention." He laughed at that, pinning the squirming Widow under him, by sitting on her hips.

Natasha stated up at him, warily.

"You know what? I'm hungry, and those ribs look tasty." Natasha instantly began to struggle as Bucky bent down and began nibbling on Natasha's ribs, down one side, and up the other. The moment his lips made contact the redhead was a giggling mess.

The tickling was made only worse by the 'noming' noises Bucky made as he nibbled and the scrape of his stubble across her skin.

"James! St-stop, I can't take it!" Natasha managed to get out between laughs. Squeals filling the bedroom as the nibbling turned into raspberries down her ribcage.

"But you're having so much fun, and I'm still hungry." Bucky cooed as Natasha struggled to throw him off her.

Without warning he attacked Natasha's belly next, sending the widow into hysterics as he rubbed his scruff covered cheeks over the expanse of skin.

Natasha tried to push his head away only for the raspberries to return, making her scream with surprise.

"Jahahahamse, please!" Natasha begged still laughing from the raspberries.

"Okay, okay, I'm done." He said smoothing a hand through Natasha's hair. Smiling down at the widow's flushed face, he stole a proper kiss from her lips.

"I love you, Natasha."

"I love you too," Natasha said regaining her breath.

"Now, get off me and go shave."