Tickles

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*

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?”

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. 

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.

Request: Hi, I hope you are doing okay! I'm sorry if your requests are closed or if you are not comfortable with writing this, but can you write a disabled switch!reader with Switch!Peter and ler!Wanda? Where the reader has a stutter and a scarred jaw since they were young which always made them self conscious about their laugh, their scar and the way they talk/pronounce things.

Wanda and Peter decide to tickle the reader to cheer them up, than Wanda and Peter encourages the reader to tickle and tease Peter verbally as a "pronunciation practice" and mood boost? As in "you'll always have a space here both as a tickler and a ticklee" way? (I'd be grateful if you don't include feet tickles, but add chin/jawline and ear tickles instead!) Sorry if this is too much to ask! Take care! Love your writing, it's the best! <3🪩

Note: Thank you so much for this cool request! I tried my best to portray the stutter the reader has (without being offensive), so if there is anything that needs to be changed, please let me know! Hope you enjoy <3

Word Count: 856

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Ever since you were a child, you had been self conscious of the scar on your jaw. When you were younger, you had to have a correctional surgery done, leaving a permanent scar and causing you to have a slight stutter. Your thought process was the same as anyone else’s, it just took a little bit longer to portray. 

Despite these setbacks, you had always excelled in school, especially reading and writing. People around you had been so supportive throughout your life, but there were still times where you wished the surgery never happened.

Specifically, you were even more self conscious about your laugh and smile. You felt that it brought attention to the scar, even though most people reassured you that they hardly noticed it.

Today you were with your friends, Wanda and Peter. They were both super kind and supportive of you, to the point where you sometimes doubted if they were being truthful or not.

You were sitting on the couch, munching on some popcorn while watching TV with them. You fidgeted slightly, not wanting to interrupt the show, but eager to get the nagging question out of your system.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Wanda asked, picking up on your expression.

“Yeah…K-kind of.”

Wanda knew you well enough to understand that you were now shifting into a time where you needed to express yourself, so she let you continue. 

“It’s just…are you guys t-truly okay with me? You know…with my stutter,” you said softly.

“What? Of course, Y/N. Just because you have a stutter, that doesn’t make you any less than,” Wanda said.

“Yeah, trust us. We love you just the way you are,” Peter chimed in.

You smiled quietly to yourself. “But, don’t you see the, the scar? When I smile?”

“Nope! All I see is that beautiful smile,” Wanda said, with a big grin of her own, as she began to playfully tickle your sides. 

“HEhehey!” You giggled, curling up into a ball.

“Your giggles are so cute!” Wanda cooed, and Peter came over to join in.

Wanda wiggled her fingers under your arms, while Peter blew a raspberry on your tummy. 

“HAAHAHA NOHOHO TH-THAHAT TIHICKLES!”

“That’s the point!” Peter teased.

The two of them gave you a quick break before Wanda spoke up.

“Y/N, is it okay if we test out the spot along your jaw and ears?” She asked, making sure you were comfortable with it before continuing. 

You nodded quietly, although instinctively curling up a little bit because you knew you were ticklish there. 

Wanda lightly used her nails to tickle along your jawline and under your chin. You squealed with laughter, playfully trying to push her hands away.

“How rude!” Wanda teased, telling Peter to punish you. He did this by digging into your ribs as she continued to tickle under your chin.

Your laughter started to go silent, which they knew was a sign to stop. After letting you rest, Wanda suggested an idea.

“Y/N, do you want to practice speaking a little bit more? You know, in a safe space so you can improve your pronunciation.”

“How?” You asked.

“I’ll teach you how to verbally tease Peter while tickling him,” Wanda smirked.

“Hey! That’s not fair! You tickled her more than I did!” Peter insisted.

“But you’re way more ticklish so it’ll be more fun,” Wanda justified. 

Peter looked at your pouting expression, giving in after a while.

You giggled with glee, and Peter laid down on the couch. Wanda used her magic to hold him in place with his arms above his head. 

“Now, it kind of depends on the situation, but some common teases are saying the word out loud, baby talk, teasing them about their smile, telling them they’re cute, etc.,” Wanda listed out.

You nodded, and Wanda told you to give it a try. You were already kind of shy about tickling, so you started off hesitantly. You went for his ribs first, knowing that this was a bad spot for a lot of people. 

Peter burst into laughter immediately, a wide smile taking over his face. You attempted to tease him verbally, but suddenly felt self conscious again. You didn’t want to ruin the playful atmosphere with your anxiety.

Wanda could tell you were struggling with this internally, so she decided to help you.

“Why don’t we do it together? We can both verbally tease him so you won’t be doing it alone.”

You agreed, feeling more confident now.

Wanda joined in, tickling his armpits and starting to tease him so you could follow along.

“Coochie coochie coo. Does that tickle?” Wanda asked, while Peter begged through his laughter.

You smiled and giggled at his reaction, joining in on the teasing.

“Tickle tickle tickle!” You both said together. You were less self conscious now because even if you did stutter, nobody would notice over her teasing and his loud laughter combined.

Eventually, you both stopped tickling him and Wanda let him go. You thanked both of them for helping you overcome this challenge and for always supporting you.

Request: Could you please do a fic where the reader is new on set and is doing her "ice breaker" thing with Kathryn and Aubrey, and they decide to tickle her to make her more comfortable and make her less nervous?

You're 1/2 people on this entire app to write agatha all along tickle fics and I'm so thankful for that 🥹 I'm too scared to write my own

Note: Thank you so much for your sweet words and for this request! Kathryn and Aubrey are a dream duo, so I hope I did them justice :) Side note, I had trouble writing parts of this because I got embarrassed lol. Enjoy!!

Word Count: 977

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You were on set with Aubrey and Kathryn, both recently coming in hot from their last roles in Agatha All Along. You knew they weren’t actually witches, but being around them was intimidating. 

This movie was unrelated to witches, and instead you all were portraying a messy love triangle. When you heard the topic of the movie, you agreed immediately. Who wouldn’t want to live out their fantasy?

The first week on set was a little awkward since they already knew each other and were closer in age. You felt like the third wheel sometimes, but you knew they weren’t trying to make you feel that way on purpose.

You were taking a break between takes, sitting with the two of them in Aubrey’s trailer. 

“So how are you adjusting, Y/N?” Kathryn asked you.

“I think I’m doing okay. I’ve never done a role like this before, so it’s a little embarrassing,” you admitted.

“Awww, that’s so cute,” Aubrey teased, as you rolled your eyes.

“It’s not cute,” you said, playfully punching her. 

“Is there anything we can do to help you overcome that feeling?” Kathryn asked, gently rubbing your back.

“I don’t know. I’m just naturally shy so I think it’s my default at first.”

“I have an idea,” Aubrey spoke up.

“What?” You asked.

“Why don’t we create something even more embarrassing so that when you’re filming, it won’t seem as bad?”

“I can’t think of anything that would do that,” you said.

“Really?” She asked, standing up and sitting down next to you on the bed. With that, she reached out to tickle your side, causing you to squeal and curl up into a ball.

“Hehehey! What are you doing!?”

“I’m helping you deal with your embarrassment,” she said, giving Kathryn a look to join in. 

Before you knew it, you were being attacked on both sides. You tried to fight them off, but it was difficult when it was four hands versus two. They grabbed each arm with one hand, gently pulling it towards them and away from you. They then used their other free hand to tickle both of your sides and up your ribs.

“NOHOHOHO STAHAHAP!” You pleaded, kicking your legs everywhere in a futile attempt to shoo them away. 

“Are you still embarrassed from acting in a threesome?” Kathryn joined in on the teasing.

“YEHEHES!”

“I guess we’ll have to make it more embarrassing,” Kathryn said, reaching out with one finger to tickle your exposed armpit. Aubrey took note and did the same on her side. You yelped and tugged your arms as much as you could, but they had a death grip on your wrists. Your face began to turn red from all the laughing and begging.

The girls showed some mercy for now, letting you breathe, but not letting go of your arms. 

“I always knew you two were evil. They don’t just cast anyone to play witches,” you huffed.

“Hey!” Aubrey said, reaching out to use her nails over your neck and ears. 

“Eeeek!” You shrieked, curling up as much as you could, shaking your head from side to side.

“Aw, you don’t like that do you? Or do you?” Aubrey whispered in your ear, making you giggle even more.

“GO AWAHAHAY!” You shouted, trying to kick her again. 

“With all that kicking I think Y/N is asking for some foot tickles,” Kathryn said, releasing your arm to pin your ankles into place.

“No, wait!” You sat up quickly.

“Bad spot?” They asked, skittering their fingers over your soft soles.

OHOHOH MY GOHOD OKAHAHAY PLEHEHEASE! IHIHIM DOHOHONE!”

“You think you can decide when we’re done with you? How cute,” Kathryn teased. You sat up in an attempt to push or tickle them off of you, but it backfired quickly.

“Where do you think you’re going, blushy?” Kathryn giggled, and the two of them quickly flipped you over onto your stomach.

“Is your back ticklish?” Aubrey asked, slipping her hand underneath your shirt and gently testing her nails.

You froze as your whole body tensed. There was no way you’d survive the two of them tickling you there, so you decided to try and fool them into thinking you weren’t ticklish there.

“N-nope! It feels niceee,” you trailed off, biting back a giggle.

Kathryn also ran her fingers on your back, slightly lifting your shirt up to expose more of it.

You were straining really hard now, knowing you were close to breaking. They knew too. Their fingers moved up slightly, grazing the back of your ribs. You flopped wildly, swatting at them aggressively like a cat. 

“Ticklish?” They asked.

“No!”

“Hmm, I never knew how stubborn you were,” Aubrey said, now tickling near your shoulder blades.

You lost it, bursting into hysterical laughter, flopping around on the bed.

“OKAHAY ENOUGH IHIT TIHICKLES!” 

You were at a loss for words now, as their nails were too quick for your brain to register. One second you felt them on your shoulders, the next they were on your ribs or dipping down to tickle your sides. 

“I’d say this is more embarrassing than your acting role, wouldn’t you agree?” Aubrey asked.

“YEHEHES WHATEVER JUHUST STAHAHAP!” You begged, as they finally stopped tormenting you.

You immediately flipped back over to protect yourself.

“You’re welcome,” they said.

“I didn’t say thank you.”

“Yeah, but now you’re more comfortable with us. Anything you have to do for acting in this role with us will seem so tame compared to this,” Kathryn said.

“Plus, we now know your weakness, so I’d say that’s a bonding win,” Aubrey said with a wink. You blushed and tried to play it off. 

Request: hi, I got fic idea for you the reader has just got the DNA test results that conforms that she is nats long lost daughter but do to fear of doesn't tell Nat at first but instead tells Wanda her girlfriend who cheers her up with tickles and is with her as the reader finally tells Nat the DNA test results.

Note: Thank you for this request! It's a really cool idea, and I hope you enjoy this fic <3

Word Count: 1306

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You had just done a DNA test to see if you had any genetic abnormalities, and also out of curiosity to see where your ancestors were from. 

You were currently going over the results with the genetic counselor.

“So, the good news is that you are free from any genetic mutations that may be harmful.” The counselor told you.

You sighed in relief before she continued talking. “However, we did find your mother. I know you were curious if your biological mother was still alive, and we found some more information on it.” 

Your ears perked up at those words. “Really?”

“Yep,” she said, sliding a folder across the table for you to look at. 

You opened it up, seeing a page with her picture on it. There were rows of words, filled with her history and whereabouts. Your jaw dropped open when you saw the picture. It was none other than Natasha Romanoff.

“Is this for real?” You asked.

“Yes, the DNA tests matched and were able to link you guys together.”

You read more about her information and saw that she was located near you. Mixed emotions filled your mind. One one hand, you were really happy you were able to find your biological mother, but on the other hand, you were worried about what separated you two.

Did she abandon you? Were you kidnapped? What if she never wanted to meet you again?

“What should I do?” 

“Well, we like to leave that decision up to our clients, but if you’d like to, we are able to help with connecting you to her via phone,” the woman suggested.

You stared at the phone number on the paper. “Actually, I don’t think I’m ready to decide. I’ll think about it.” With that, you took the file with you and headed home.

Wanda, your girlfriend, was waiting for you on the couch.

“How did it go?” She asked.

“It was…strange. I found out something, but I’m not sure how to feel about it.” You sat down next to her.

“I’m all ears.”

“Well…they were able to find my mom.”

“Oh? That’s great! Why the long face?”

“I don’t know if I should tell you. It’ll be awkward for everybody and I don’t want to ruin everything,” you sighed.

“Who is everybody? I’m the only one here right now,” Wanda questioned.

“Because when you find out and my mom finds out, everyone will know,” you insisted.

“I don’t really understand.”

“I’m just scared to tell you and her.”

“Oh Y/N, I’m sorry. I know it can be hard to open up about something like this.” She rubbed your back softly.

“Promise you won’t judge?”

“Never.”

“Okay, well, my mother is your fellow teammate,” you hinted.

Wanda narrowed her eyes a bit. “If it’s who I think it is, that would be crazy!”

“Yeah…Natasha.”

“You know, I always thought you resembled her a little bit,” she said, tracing your chin slightly. 

“Does that mean you have a crush on Natasha since you’re dating me?” You teased.

“Ew gross, Y/N. She’s your mother and over double our age,” Wanda said, playfully slapping you.

“I’m just scared because what if she abandoned me and doesn’t want to ever see me again?” You asked.

“I don’t think that’s why.”

“You never know.”

“Do you want to tell her?”

“I thought about it, but sometimes I wish I never found out. It would’ve been much easier that way,” you said sadly. 

You started crying from feeling overwhelmed with this decision, as Wanda held you close in her arms. She let you cry it out and talk through it, while she gently ran her fingers through your hair. 

After about ten minutes, Wanda got up to go get you some more tissues and a glass of water. You gratefully accepted it, sipping slowly and feeling your heartbeat slow. 

“Thanks for helping me through this.”

“Of course, Y/N. And whether you decide to tell her or not, I’ll be here to support you.”

“After thinking about it, I think I want to tell her. I want her to know who I am,” you said bravely. 

“That’s awesome. When you’re ready I can help arrange a time for us to speak to her privately,” Wanda offered, and you nodded.

You fidgeted around uncomfortably now, looking over at Wanda in your peripheral vision. 

“Wanda? Can you…”

“What do you need, honey?”

“I just…need something to cheer me up,” you mumbled.

You peeked over and saw the faintest smile on her face.

“And how do you want me to cheer you up?” She smirked.

“I don’t know.” You crossed your arms.

“Hmm, then I’m not sure how I can help you,” she said teasingly, knowing exactly what you were asking for.

“Hmmph!”

“Use your words like a big girl,” she cooed.

“Can you…tickle me?” You said shyly, looking away.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N you are the cutest thing ever,” she said, wrapping you in a hug and tickling your sides.

You immediately burst into laughter, squirming and kicking.

“NOHOHO WAHAHANDA!”

“Isn’t this literally what you asked for?” She said, blowing a raspberry in the crook of your neck.

You squealed and curled up, regretting this already.

“I’m gonna get your tummy!” Wanda said, spidering all over your torso.

“YOHOU’RE MEHEHEAN!” 

“And you’re super ticklish,” she said, grabbing your knees. Your reaction made it hard for her to keep a grip on you, so you were able to wiggle out of her grasp.

“Get back over here, Y/N,” Wanda said, putting you back in her lap with her magic. She laid you down across her lap.

“Now, we’re gonna play a little game. Try and keep your arms up,” she said, pulling them up over your head, and tickling into your armpits.

You shrieked and struggled to keep them up. It was her favorite game to play.

“IHIHI DOHON’T LIKE THIS GAHAHAME!” You shouted, lowering your arms.

“Uh oh, you lost,” she said, using her magic to pin your arms so you couldn’t move. “Now you shall get punished!” With that, she used both hands to tickle your armpits, sending you into a frenzy of hysterical laughter.

She finally let you up when you begged for mercy.

“You can’t be mad, Y/N. You literally asked to be tickled,” she said, poking you in the ribs.

“I know,” you pouted.

Wanda giggled and ruffled your hair. Eventually, the two of you set up a time to meet with Natasha.

The day had finally arrived and you were nervous. You had the file in your hands to show her as proof. When you two arrived at Natasha’s place, she looked at you with surprise.

“Who’s this?” She asked Wanda.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N. But she has something she would like to tell you,” Wanda explained, as you all headed inside. 

After getting to know her a little bit, she inquired about what you wanted to tell her.

You handed her the envelope. “You see, I did this DNA test recently and they told me that I’m related to you.”

Natasha looked at the envelope and then looked at you.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N. I have been wondering where you were!” She exclaimed.

“You were? You didn’t abandon me on purpose?” You asked.

“No, of course not. It was my fault honestly. I got caught up in a sketchy mission and it cost my relationship with you. It was a trap that I fell for which led to them kidnapping you before I could do anything about it. My biggest fear was that you weren’t alive,” she said, tearing up.

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.

Request: I'm on my period right now, can you write a fic involving period cramps? Maybe not Natasha or Yelena having them since they don't get periods

Note: Thank you for this request! I'm not sure why, but tumblr lost this ask, but this was what I remember it being about, so I hope I got it right!

Word Count: 1070

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Kate was currently lying down on the couch in the Avenger’s House. It was day one of her period, which was always the worst for her. All she wanted was for her cramps to go away. She had taken some medicine earlier, but her symptoms persisted. 

However, the one good thing that came from these kinds of days was that Yelena would always be nice to her. For one day each month, the blonde would help cook her meals, take care of her, and save her pranks for the following week. 

“Do you need a heating pad?” Yelena asked, walking over to her with one in her hands. 

“Sure, thanks.” Kate accepted it, enjoying the warmth that it brought.

Yelena also brought over a glass of water and sat down on the couch with her.

“You’re so lucky you don’t have to experience this,” Kate said.

“You do realize I don’t have them because my organs were ripped out of me right?” Yelena looked at her with ridicule. 

“I know, I’m sorry. I just wish I didn’t have my period, but I know what you went through was a thousand times worse,” Kate sighed.

“Do you want a massage to help your cramps?” Yelena offered.

Kate hesitated a bit before answering. “Maybe…I guess nothing else has worked so far.”

“You’re not going to freak out, are you?” Yelena questioned.

“Freak out?”

“Well, you’re super ticklish, I thought maybe you’d flail if I touched your stomach,” the blonde giggled. 

“I wouldn’t do that! As long as you’re not purposely trying to tickle me,” Kate insisted. 

“I’ll try not to.” Yelena grinned.

“I don’t trust you,” Kate said, as Yelena gently placed her hands on her lower waist.

“Is this good?” The blonde asked, as Kate flinched from the initial touch.

“It’s fine.”

“Okay,” Yelena said, beginning to gently knead the girl’s waist.

This time, Yelena wasn’t purposely trying to tickle her, but she couldn’t help but laugh at the brunette’s attempt to not giggle.

Kate kept her hands close by, ready to push Yelena away the moment it became too much. 

The blonde put a little bit more pressure, which caused Kate to squeal and push her hands away.

“Yelena!”

“What? I didn’t do anything. Would you rather me spider my fingers over your waist?” Yelena teasingly threatened. 

“No!”

Natasha had just walked into the room, since the two girls had woken her up from her nap with their bickering.

“What’s going on?” The redhead asked.

“I’m helping Kate with her cramps by giving her a massage, but she won’t sit still,” Yelena explained.

Natasha chuckled and sat down on the nearby armchair. 

“That’s because you’re not doing it right. You’re supposed to be firm so that it doesn’t tickle,” Kate said.

“Fine,” the blond responded, putting much more pressure.

Kate sighed in relief, as it was now helping her cramps diminish much more than any other method had. 

However, much like any repetitive touch, it was bound to start to tickle for her.

“Okay! I don’t have any more cramps,” Kate insisted, as Yelena looked at her skeptically. 

“No, I think I still need to help you,” the blonde said, grinning as she now kneaded her waist with the intention of tickling her.

“YELEHEHENA! STAHAHAP!”

“But this is more fun,” the blonde responded.

“YOHOU PROMIHISED TO BEHEHE NIHICE!” Kate pushed Yelena’s hands away.

“Yelena…” Natasha warned her. As protective as the redhead was over her younger sister, she wasn’t afraid to step in when Yelena bullied Kate. 

“What, Natasha? I’m just having a little fun with the puppy.”

“IHIHIM NOHOHOT A PUPPY!” Kate retorted, still laughing from Yelena tickling her sides.

With that, Natasha got up swiftly off the chair and pulled Yelena to the other end of the couch.

“How dare you tickle her when she’s suffering on her period,” Natasha tsked, pulling her younger sister into a bear hug and trapping her arms with one hand. With her other, she skittered her fingers across the blonde’s torso, causing her to shriek and kick in protest. 

“NOHOHOHO NAHAHAT!”

Natasha always found it endearing when her sister called her Nat instead of Natasha, even if it was because she was laughing too hard to get her full name out.

“I’m just returning the favor! You were being so nice to Kate, I felt that you should receive some love too,” Natasha teased, leaning in to blow a raspberry on the side of her neck.

“Eeeek!” The blonde shrieked, curling up and feeling her ears turn red.

Kate was now sitting upright against the other end of the couch, giggling at the torment Yelena was suffering. 

“You’re really ticklish,” Kate commented.

Yelena told her to shut up and cursed at her through her laughter. The blonde was also struggling to reach Natasha’s feet, but her arms were stuck in her sister’s grasp. 

“You want to tickle my feet? Go ahead and try,” Natasha said, releasing Yelena’s arms, but using both of her hands to tickle in Yelena’s armpits. 

The blonde squealed, clamping her arms down. This didn’t stop her sister, as her nails kept wiggling. Anytime Yelena would try to reach out to tickle Natasha’s feet, the redhead would tickle her faster, causing her to shriek and retract her hand. It was a fun little game for both of them.

“LEHEHET ME GOHO!” Yelena shouted, nearly falling off the couch when Natasha tickled her ribs. 

“I don’t know, this is really fun,” Natasha pondered. Yelena then broke out of her grasp and quickly scrambled to sit on Natasha’s legs. With that, she began to tickle her sister’s feet, eliciting loud laughter from her.

“NOHOHO PLEHEHEASE IHIHIM SOHORRY!”

“Apologizing so quickly? Who are you?” Yelena asked, teasingly, as her sister was lost in laughter. 

Yelena was within reach and wasn’t paying attention, so Kate took a risk and poked the blonde in the ribs, causing her to jump and temporarily stop tickling Natasha.

That wasn’t very wise, Kate Bishop,” Yelena said, reaching over to squeeze her knees. Kate kicked and screamed, regretting her mistake instantly.

However, the laughing had actually helped her take her mind off of her pain, which in turn helped her cramps feel better temporarily. It also helped that she was distracted by Yelena being tickled. It was great entertainment. 

More agathario, I love them so much. Agatha is so hard to draw! I think I need to do some studies because it is so difficult for me. The kiss in this scene is insane, I may have watched it a few (dozen) times for inspiration.

Request: Can you do one where Natasha and Yelena cheer up a new recruit who is nervous about being in the team and they take her in as a sister figure (not minor) and they tickle her to cheer her up and make her see her worth.

Note: Thank you for this cute request! I love writing for these two sisters, especially when they're being sweet to the reader <3

Word Count: 674

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You were the newest Avenger, much like a younger sister to Natasha and Yelena. You had been struggling with confidence recently. It was hard to keep up with people who had been superheroes for years. 

You tried your best when it came to training, but it felt like treading water with your head barely above the surface.

In your room, you had the door closed and were writing in your journal. You were writing about your week so far, and how you were ramping up the training. You wanted to open up to Natasha and Yelena about how you were feeling, but you were scared that they would judge you.

You closed the journal slowly and tried to distract yourself from your inner thoughts. However, attempting to sort it out only made it worse, as you began to cry silently to yourself. 

A few moments later, you heard a knock on the door.

“Y/N, can we come in?” You heard Natasha ask softly. You didn’t answer, and the door slowly opened. You saw them peeking in slightly.

“What’s wrong?” Yelena asked.

“I can’t do this,” you sobbed.

“Can’t do what?” Natasha asked gently, sitting on the edge of your bed.

“I can’t be an Avenger. I’m not cut out for it.”

“What? That’s crazy,” Yelena added.

“I’m just so far behind you guys and I won’t ever be at your level.”

“Y/N, you just started with us. We don’t expect you to suddenly understand everything or be an expert. We’re already so happy with how much you’ve learned and grown.” Natasha touched your arm gently.

You nodded, sucking in some snot.

“And if we didn’t think you were capable, you wouldn’t be here. We all see you as someone who can thrive as an Avenger,” Yelena said, now also sitting on the bed.

“I know, I just have trouble accepting it when I don’t see results right away.”

“Progress isn’t always linear. Sometimes you’ll have days where things just don’t go right. But in the end, what matters is that you try your hardest,” Natasha reassured you.

“Thanks, I appreciate that.”

“You sure you’re okay?” Yelena asked, handing you some tissues.

“Yeah, I feel better.”

“Can we see that cute little smile?” Natasha cooed, smiling slightly.

You fake pouted, crossing your arms and shaking your head. The girls knew that you were now in a playful mood, much to their delight.

“Oh Y/N~, do you need a visit from the tickle monster?” Yelena asked. 

You panicked, now trying to get out of bed, but they quickly stopped you.

“Come on, smileee!” Natasha teased, softly tickling your tummy and sides.

You were trying to hold in your giggles, but you couldn’t help but break out into a wide grin.

“Aww there it is!” Yelena teased, now lightly squeezing your knees.

“Nohohoho thihis is mehehean!”

“But we’re being so nice and letting you smile,” Yelena said, giggling as you tried to kick her.

“How about these little ribbies? Do they need tickles?” Natasha asked, clawing away at them.

You cackled with laughter, turning red from her baby talk.

“Do we need to go for your secret spot?” Natasha whispered, as you shook your head frantically.

“Nononono plehehease!”

“Please tickle you there? Why of course we will! Yelena, would you like to do the honors?” Natasha asked her sister.

“Gladly.”

Natasha moved to hold your arms up above your head, as Yelena sat on your waist.

“Coochie coochie coo!” Yelena teased, spidering her fingers in your armpits.

“AHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO MEHEANIE!”

“I’m just cheering you up,” Yelena said innocetly.

“OHOHOKAY LEHEHET ME GOHO!” You insisted, as the girls let up and you were able to catch your breath. 

You sat up eventually, your hair being a big mess.

“Thanks for cheering me up,” you said shyly.