#interrogation tickles

ill keep this short because its not really important, but basically, a lot of shit in my life happened (which is the usual life experience for most), big changes in my life recently, and while i DO draw and write a bunch of tickle stuff (i have so many tickle fics in my drafts omg, a lot of reader inserts because im weird like that and no one can stop me), finishing it isn’t really my top priority, let alone posting it to tumblr

i love this blog and i appreciate every single one of you who has interacted with my work or just enjoyed it, even if only a little bit . if i made you happy in some way or inspired you, then i am happy :)

another thing i feel is important to clarify, i do use tumblr. like, a lot. i usually just lurk, so i don’t post much or reblog too often, but my asks, requests, and dms have been and always will be open for ANY fandom. i check my inbox somewhat often and every ask is appreciated regardless of what it is ! (unless you’re being creepy, in which case you will catch this block)

This wasn’t the plan.

You drifted out of your unconscious state, still strapped to a metal chair. Your body ached all over, you could see the bruises left on your arms and legs. So many blue and purple blotches over your pale skin.

But how did you end up here? Where were you?

You were a mage from the Black Rose. You were instructed to go undercover to infiltrate the Noxus military. You were only young, and weren’t used to your new awakened powers yet. 

And that was your downfall, how you got caught.

You were silenced, sent into what you could only assume was a Noxus torture bunker deep underground. There were various interrogation tools on the wall from what you could see — the room wasn’t very well lit, a single light shining above you to illuminate the space.

Originally, there was a strong, Noxus guard beating you until you were black and blue. You were stubborn, though, and were used to this type of interrogation tactic. You did not disclose any information about The Order or their plans. You managed to hold your tongue, the Noxus guard giving up and leaving the room.

However, that didn’t mean the pain didn’t affect you. Your consciousness was slipping in and out, leaving you in this state of waiting. Your head lolled to the side, your damaged lungs sucking in heavy, laboured breaths.

You waited for what felt like an eternity, eyeing the door. Were they just going to let you rot in here until you died? That’s what you thought at first, until the door opened.

A woman walked through, closing the door upon entry, locking it from the inside.

Your eyes squinted in recognition. You’ve seen this woman somewhere before…

Uh oh.

It was the Noxus Warlord, Ambessa Medarda. When you were instructed to go undercover, you were warned about her. She was a tall, muscular woman. She looked very strong. You were told she was confident. Ruthless. Merciless. You gulped at the sight, nervousness wracking your body from the sight alone.

How badly have you fucked up? Surely, you wouldn’t be leaving this room in one piece. But, you were not allowing yourself to show such weakness.

“Stubborn one, aren’t you?” Ambessa was the first to break the silence, approaching you, her form towering over yours.

“I know what Noxians are like. Can’t show weakness around these parts,” a dry laugh escaped your throat, but the motion caused you to cough from pain, grimacing and sucking in air. “Your man really did a number on me. Not enough, clearly.”

“You’re quite brave, little one, considering you've been beaten half to death already,” she bent over, grabbing the sides of your face with one hand, her thumb and fingers pressing into your cheeks. “While I do admire the boldness, you have some information locked in there that I wish to get my hands on.”

“Pfft,” you scoffed, she raised her eyebrow at that. “What makes you think you can do anything different? I have been trained to withstand Noxian torture — whatever you throw at me, I am able to handle it.”

Ambessa let go of your face, looking you up and down as if you were prey. You did try to dissuade her with your words — either she didn’t buy your bluff, or she had other plans and methods in mind.

You couldn’t tell what she was thinking; a very stone faced woman.

She placed her hand on the back of the chair, leaning over you. “My men have done a number on you, it seems. If violence isn’t the answer, then perhaps something else…” She leaned forward, getting to your eye level in order to really get into your face. Her breath hit your skin. “You seem like the type of person who needs… a gentle approach.”

…really?

You couldn’t help yourself as your body was wracked with a laugh, your body leaning forward, the cuffs on your wrists and legs stopping you from going too far. “What, are you going to ask me nicely? Tend to my every whim and request in hopes that I’ll give you what you desire?” You shook your head, your shoulders bouncing from your bout of laughter. “Surely you’re not serious.”

“Oh, you’ll be doing more of that soon.”

What?

Taking a step back, she began circling the chair, which was already freaking you out. Craning your head every time she walked past, you tried to always have her in your sights.

Ambessa paced. “You’re young. I can see that innocence in your eyes, whether you know of it or not,” she paced some more until she stopped right behind you. She was in your blind spot. “So, perhaps a more childish approach will suffice for someone of your stature.”

Your eyebrows instantly furrowed. “I’m not a child.”

“We’ll see about that,” she placed both of her hands on the sides of the chair. “This is your final chance. Tell me what The Order is planning and where their next meeting is held. I need a location. If you tell me, we will let you go.”

“If beating me up didn’t make me talk, this won’t, either. You’re simply wasting your time,” you shook your head, but your heart was beating out of your chest in suspense. “Though, I’d like to see you try.”

“Ooh, I like your fire, child,” her hands shifted from the chair right onto your sides. Your body shivered and jumped at the contact. What was she going to do…? “However, that's not the answer I seek.”

Her fingers dug right into your sides. This was unexpected. 

You jerked in the chair, biting down hard on your lip. This may just be worse than the beating you endured earlier. Tickling, of all methods?? You never would have guessed. 

You shook your head back and forth, the only thing you could really do in your current position, trying to keep the laughter at bay. Maybe if you didn't make a noise, she would do literally anything else. 

But she was smarter than that. 

“An unorthodox method, but I believe we're getting somewhere,” her head craned and leaned to look at your face from behind. Your face was on fire, but you refused to let anything out. Not without a fight. “Please, don't hold it in. Let it all out, and tell me what I need to know while you're at it.”

Shaking your head, only a whine escaped you. You almost thought you might chew through your lip with the force you were subjecting it to with your teeth. 

Ambessa stopped just for a moment, circling the chair so she could tower over you. “Hmph, truly a child. Your red cheeks compliment your features.”

“S-Shut the hell u-up!” Words escaped you, though you tried to lace them with venom, it didn’t come across that way with your stutter. Your face only burned further as you lurched forward in your seat, though your bonds made sure you couldn't get very far. Your body shook and your shoulders were sharp, you were trying to look intimidating. 

“Perhaps, more like a baby kitten than a child,” her hands gravitated back to your sides, giving them a tender squeeze. You yelped out a laugh, giggles exploding from your mouth, not being able to hold it in anymore. “There we go… I think I can get you to sing before I even get you to talk at this rate.”

“Nohohoho!! This is– thihihis is awful!” You squirmed whichever way you could to try to evade her hands, however your restraints kept you nice and snug. The only thing you could really do was bounce on the spot. “A-Anything buhuhut thihihis!!”

“You know how to make this stop.”

Fuck. 

A beat passed, all you could do was laugh. 

She let out a huff, her hands moving down to poke and prod at your belly. Your body crumpled over like a twig snapped in half as you let out a shriek. You tried to raise your legs to protect your core, however that was not an option. 

Ambessa smiled. But it definitely wasn't warm or comforting. Her fingers continued to poke and scribble, covering a decent amount of area with her big hands. “I will admit; you're lasting longer than I thought you would. However, you're only prolonging the inevitable.”

“F-Fuhuhuck ohohoOHOHOFF!!” This was unbearable. It was making your skin crawl and shiver all over. Not to mention it was utterly embarrassing. And she took note of this.

“A spy from The Order, crumbling from a silly thing such as tickling. I assumed they would have trained you to withstand something like this. Clearly not.” She teased. She poked. She prodded. She squeezed whatever bits of skin she could. Your poor tummy was taking the full force of this assault, sending shockwaves of butterflies throughout your nerves, sweating like mad. But you kept silent. Well, keeping your information silent, at least. Your laughter, on the other hand? Very loud.

“Hmm,” Ambessa mused over your laughter. Surely there was some spot that could get you to crack… she stopped for a moment, letting you suck some much needed air into your empty, burning lungs. She looked your body up and down again, observing you. She noticed that your legs were shaking. “What about here?”

Her large hand touched down on the soft flesh just above your knee. You had an instant reaction to the touch alone.

“N-NO!! Nononono, p-please NOT THEHEHERE!” You were already begging at the smallest touch.

“Then confess what you know. Simple enough, isn’t it?”

“…” You kept your mouth shut, only the sound of your laboured breaths were audible, your chest rising and falling. You could feel the excess sweat forming on your forehead, running down your face.

And then she squeezed. And she kept squeezing, one after another, like a stress toy.

You exploded with a squeal.

“NOHOHOHAHAHA!!! STOHOHOP!! AHAHAHA!!!” Your laughter was being ripped out of your throat. You thrashed, your limbs starting to hurt.

“You know what to do.” Another squeeze to drive you insane.

You had to say something!

“KIHIHIMIHIHIR!! KIMIR!! THEY’RE MEHEHEETING AT— AHAHAHA!!! AT THEHEHEHE GRAHAVEYAHAHARD!!” You spat out a fake location, whatever came to mind first.

It stopped as quickly as it started. Ambessa withdrew her hand with one final squeeze, standing up tall. “Was that really so hard?” She mused.

You coughed and wheezed, filling your burning lungs with much needed air. “L… L-Let me gohoho… y-you… y-you got what… you wanted…” your voice was weak and hoarse, never sounding like this before. To be fair, you’ve never gone through something like this before, either.

“You’re not off the hook yet,” she spoke confidently, turning around and making her way to the door. She unlocked and opened it, swinging it ajar. She turned her gaze back to you. “Not until we scout the area out.”

With that, she walked through and slammed the door closed, the audible click of the lock catching your attention.

Fuck, what were you going to do?

All of this was so embarrassing — what was going to happen when you got out of here… what happens if she figures out that it was a false location? You started sweating profusely. Surely she wouldn’t be able to figure that out… right?

You were left alone with your own thoughts for quite a while — you wondered if she was even going to come back at all, or if perhaps someone was going to come in her place to rough you up for spitting out false leads. All you could concentrate on were your heavy breaths.

That’s when the door clinked open, the bottom of the frame dragging on the floor. There was someone there.

It wasn’t Ambessa — though, whoever this was looked just as scary. A brick shithouse of a man, he had a bead, a mohawk and a scary looking face. He was wearing Noxus attire, so some sort of guard or soldier. He closed and locked the door upon entry. You didn’t dare to be the first to speak, you were nearly shitting yourself from the sight of his hulking frame alone.

His heavy footfalls made their way to you, and then he spoke up. “Ambessa would like your position to be rearranged. I am here to do that.” His voice was intimidating but quiet. He pulled out a set of keys, probably to unlock the cuffs secured around your arms and legs. “I will not have to use force if you cooperate.”

“…” you were silent, eyes wide. You had to at least fight your way out of this, you weren’t just going to take this sitting down.

The man sorted through the keys, leaning down to uncuff both of your bound legs first. You didn’t move, making it seem as if you were going to follow along with him. He stood back up in order to uncuff your wrists. Once the key was inserted into the last hole and the lock was twisted open, that’s when you started your plan of attack.

You jumped up, flailing your arms in offense. He was caught off guard, but he managed to recover quickly. Attempts were made to punch and kick him, but it was no use. He wrangled both of your flailing arms in one hand, lifting you off the seat so your feet were just dangling above the ground you once stood on.

“I was warned you would be a pest. It seems you had time to recover.”

You tried to flail and kick, raising your legs to try to kick anything you could reach in his general chest area. You weren’t making him budge at all. “LET. ME. GO!” Fire burned in your eyes that wouldn’t extinguish.

He merely shook his head. “It seems I need to wear you down before I attempt to tie you up.”

Huh?

That’s when the man reached out with his other hand, and began to squeeze your side and ribs. You cackled, letting out what was nearly a scream from the touch. Oh god, she must have told this guard about this. 

“GOHOHOD!! LEHEHET ME GOHO!!” Another shriek escaped you as he roughly squeezed into your ribcage once again. The pressure was hard, but it still tickled despite the roughness and intensity. You thrashed in his grip, no leverage available for you as you couldn’t even touch the ground.

“If you do not fight, it will be much easier for you.” Another strong squeeze against your side. It was like he was going to exhaust all of the air out of your lungs the more he did it.

The more he squeezed, the less you moved. Your laughter and shrieks grew silent, and your body went limp. Once you stopped flailing about, he released his grip on your arms, lowering you to the cold floor with himself in tow. He set your shivering and shaking body next to the chair you were originally bound to.

You couldn’t protest. You could hardly move.

He procured some rope that was on his person, wrapping knots around to bound your wrists and ankles together. Once he was finished, he stood back up, giving you a once over with his gaze. “That is all.” He began to make his way to the door once again.

You let out a cough. “W-Wait…”

He stopped in his tracks, turning his body to look at you. An eyebrow was raised in your direction. 

“L… lehehet me go…” Your voice came out more as a wheeze than actual words.

But he didn’t reply, or acknowledge your words. He simply turned around on his heel, opening and closing the door, locking it once he exited.

God, this was a nightmare. A real, honest to god nightmare.

Time passed without your awareness. The cold floor seeped into your body, freezing you from the outside down into your core. It was hard and unforgiving. Your head throbbed, your lungs struggled. You would have preferred more physical beatings than… whatever this was.

How long had you been stuck in this room at this point? There were no windows, no sun. Just a lightbulb that barely illuminated the room with its flicker. Would Ambessa come back? Would someone even meaner come in to finish you off? Were you going to be in this room until you died, rotting away? The earth wouldn’t be able to reclaim you if you did, your decaying body wouldn’t even be able to penetrate the hard ground.

Your mind blurred and mixed together. Nothing made sense, everything was illogical. You were left alone with your loud thoughts.

And then the lock on the door clicked open once again.

The noise made your ears perk up, snapping you out of your thoughts and immediately shifting your gaze to the door.

She was back. But she didn’t look happy about it.

She was carrying some sort of chain that looked like it had runes carved in stone on it. It was a bit hard to see in your current position on the floor and in this lighting.

Closing and locking the door, she let out a sigh. “Of course, your information was a false lead. I should have expected as such.”

It felt like your stomach phased through your body and the hard floor beneath you. You sputtered.

“L-Look… I-I don’t know anything… j-just let me go…” Your voice was barely above a whisper, all punch lost from your earlier interaction with the woman.

“Whether you actually know anything or not is not my concern — you’ll still be punished for your lie.”

Fuck.

Ambessa strolled to one of the corners of the room. You could make out what you thought was a brazier with coal and wood. She began to set it alight, prodding at it with a metal poker. She threw the rune chain in her possession on the hot coals and wood, the runes beginning to glow. You weren’t sure what was going on… but you were freaked out. You didn’t dare make a noise, only watching with a fearful look in your eyes.

Ambessa took a seat next to the fire, prodding at it some more so that it was burning bright. “Liars are punished harshly in Noxus, you understand?” her gaze stared at the fire, small embers flickering and crackling against the wood and coals. “It was your decision to lead me astray.”

Propping the fire poker against the wall, Ambessa retrieved the rope rune with her bare hand, the heat of the flames obviously not bothering her in the slightest. She started to wrap and coil it around her right arm, her heavy footsteps approaching you. “Do you know what this is, child?”

You were silent for a beat. How were you supposed to know?

She stretched her right arm out, displaying the rune on her arm.

“This is a special rune chain, handcrafted not for violence, but for a more gentle touch,” she flexed her arm, stopping right in front of you. “Most chain runes are used for strength or defence - but this one is special. Just to use against someone like you.” Lowering herself down, she crouched and sat on the floor. 

Your shallow breaths hitched in your throat and then grew quick, the fear obvious in your body. You didn't dare even utter a single noise. 

Ambessa’s open hand reached out to your body in a false attack, causing you to visibly flinch. A cruel chuckle escaped her. “I have been made aware that this should make you much more sensitive. There have been a few secret experiments conducted on this method, but now I get to witness it for myself.”

Your eyes widened as she explained. “N-No, no no nonono! You– you don't have to do this!” Your begging fell on deaf ears. You could feel your face beginning to set alight once again, the cold, stone floor clashing against the heat in your cheeks.

“This was your choice — now, either tell me their plans, or laugh to death. Everything is up to you.”

The glowing runes glistened. Her hand quickly reached out and touched down to pinch your side. You were filling up with flustered dread from the anticipation alone.

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.