#ler!rio

“So, Gwanda. What do you think of the coquito?” 

Rio’s voice was sweet in a rather disturbing way. It was the way that told her to be weary, to make sure she was respectful when she spoke. Gwen would never purposely disrespect Miles’s parents, of course. She was just being…extra conscious of her behavior.

“Uh, actually, it’s… Gwen. I was trying out the Gwanda thing, but it didn’t fit.” Not technically a lie. It was much easier than the full truth anyway. “Oh, and, it’s delicious, R— Uh, Mrs. Morales.”

Rio hummed in slight approval at the formal address she received. Miles must have warned her about using their first names. Nothing worth a medal or anything, but at least the girl had some respect for her and her son.

The sound of laughter and clinking glasses greeted Rio’s ears, and she rolled her eyes. Gwen had brought her father, George, along for the ride. After some initial tension, the two had hit it off and were sharing beers and stories in the living room. Unlike her husband, Rio’s trust couldn’t be earned so easily.

Miles strode into the room then, taking a seat beside Gwen. He’d been swept up into questions by George and his father and only managed to escape once they were slightly buzzed. He took Gwen’s hand, pressing his forehead to her shoulder for a moment in reassurance.

“She’s quite a nice girl, Miles.” Rio addressed her son, eyeing the gentle interaction. She couldn’t be as chilly when she saw how his eyes shone for the girl. “How about you two come and help me in the kitchen, eh? It’ll be a good test of how well she listens.”

Gwen’s eyes immediately shot over to Miles’s, looking for any signs of danger; if she was walking into a death trap, she wanted a warning. Luckily, Miles gave her a small nod and a smile. Usually, Rio was pretty happy when in the kitchen. She was an absolute machine everywhere, but she liked to cook. Miles would help with many meals, same with Jeff; that day, however, it was Gwen’s turn.

“Sure, yeah. I’d love to help, Mrs. Morales.”

They got situated in the kitchen, each washing their hands and getting their own instructions. Gwen was on vegetable peeling, Miles was seasoning the filling, and Rio was working on the masa. They were making a vegetarian version of pasteles.

The process was actually quite fun. Rio gave Gwen some helpful instructions, and the two actually started to get along pretty well as they worked. Sure, Rio had spent nearly the first hour of Gwen’s visit drilling her with questions, but they had reached a good place.

Once the pasteles were being boiled, the three had some time to relax and speak with one another. Jeff and George had settled in the other room to watch the game for that day, each more than a little tipsy. They knew their tolerance, of course; they were just having a nice evening in.

“You know, Gwen, you aren’t a bad cook. I might have to have Miles bring you around more often.” Rio smiled as she dried her hands, nodding contentedly at Gwen. She noticed a bit of banana leaf stuck to the girl’s apron. “Ah, here, let me get that.” 

Rio wasn’t expecting the shrill squeak her touch caused.

“GYEEEhe!” Gwen jolted away from the accidental poke, her hand immediately moving to soothe the tingling on her side. A small poke usually wouldn’t do that much, but Rio had given the skin a little squeeze as she tried to grab the leaf. That definitely tickled.

“Oh? Everything alright, Gwen?” Rio hummed, pursing her lips. She knew exactly what had happened, of course, but it was more fun to ask and see Gwen squirm.

“Uh, y-yeah, it just…tickled,” she murmured, a flush quickly tinting her cheeks. She subconsciously scooted closer to Miles, sensing the mischief in Rio’s tone.

With a hum, Rio’s eyes met her son’s. It was a silent question: "Think she would mind?”

Miles looked over at Gwen, biting his lip. While she had been a bit tense at first, the blonde seemed to have taken a liking to Rio. He wanted them to get along, and maybe some playful bonding would help them reach that point. He nodded at his mother with a small smile.

That was all Rio needed.

She reached out, giving Gwen’s side a deliberate, experimental squeeze. The blonde yelped and jerked away from the touch, hiding behind Miles instinctively. “H-hehey!”

“Miles, honey, help me out.” Rio’s voice was teasingly calm, a small smirk on her face as she gave her son the order. She knew he’d do it, both to respect her and to tease his girlfriend.

Sure enough, Miles wrapped his arms around Gwen’s middle, whispering a small “sorry” as he turned them both around to face Rio.

“Miles! What are you— kkkhehehehe!”

Gwen’s complaints got cut off as ten nimble fingers latched onto her sides. Rio gave her a few quick squeezes and pokes, smiling at the giggles she received. 

“M-Mrs. Mohohorahales!” Gwen’s squeaky laughter filled the kitchen as she squirmed, stomping her left foot to try and dull the tickly shocks running through her sides. A mix of embarrassment and giddiness had her squeaking through her giggles.

“I think I know why you and Miles are so good for each other,” Rio hummed, skittering her nails across Gwen’s stomach. The girl’s shriek was a welcome surprise. “You’re both adorably ticklish.”

“NYAHAHAHAHO!” As her navel was brushed, Gwen shrieked and kicked out. She could not handle her worst spot being targeted, especially in such a goofy situation.

Miles let out a soft grunt of effort as he held her still, pressing a little kiss to her cheek. His words were soft, spoken right into Gwen’s ear so only she could hear them. “I know, it tickles. At least Mom knows how adorable you are now. No way to dislike you after this.”

Unfortunately for Gwen, even her boyfriend’s sweet whispers tickled. She shook her head wildly, almost kicking Rio accidentally when she started truly attacking Gwen’s navel. “NOHOHOT THEHEHERE! *snort* IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!”

“That’s kinda the point, hun,” Rio teased, lightening her touch just a bit. She didn’t want to overwhelm the girl, afterall; she just wanted to have some fun and bond with the kid.

While Rio was definitely doing a thorough job of tickling her, Miles still wanted to join in. Gwen would undoubtedly get revenge on him later for helping to hold her still, so he might as well have fun as he dug his grave. He started nuzzling and kissing Gwen’s neck and the shells of her ears, knowing it would add some sweet squeaks and squeals into her laughter.

“GYEEHAHAHA! MIHIHILES!” Gwen whined and tried to kick the boy, thrashing in his arms. She’d usually appreciate his sweet kisses, but he was deliberately trying to tickle her; she was so wrecking him later.

Rio felt her heart melt a bit at the sight of the two. Miles looked so happy to see Gwen squeak, and he was obviously enjoying the sound of her laughter and the sight of her blushy smile. It was nice to see her son enjoy himself, especially with someone who she now knew was a pretty nice girl.

It made her wonder how happy the three of them must be together. They were focused on Gwen that day, but Miles had mentioned Hobie and their relationship to him. She’d have to have her son drag the other teen over sometime soon…

She was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of Gwen wheezing. They’d been tickling her for a hot minute, and while she hadn’t really told them to stop, Rio could tell the girl was running out of gas. “Alright, that’s enough. Let the girl breathe.”

As soon as the tickling stopped, Gwen practically collapsed against Miles’s chest. Rio got her a glass of water and, once the teen had caught her breath, handed it to her. Gwen gulped down the cool drink rapidly, elbowing Miles once she finished it. “You’re supposed to protect me, not gang up on me.”

Miles snorted at the stereotypical barb, rolling his eyes. “I don’t remember you telling me to stop,” he teased, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek.

Gwen huffed and swatted him away, crossing her arms. She glared at her boyfriend, the look carrying a clear message: "You’re dead later.”

Passing the glass back to Rio, Gwen tried to tamp down her fluster and slight embarrassment. “Thanks for the water, Mrs. Morales.”

Rio took the glass with a small smile, observing Gwen’s reaction. She was sweet, a good listener, able to goof around, respectful, and made Miles happier than she’d seen him in a while. She’d officially won Rio over.

“No problem, and you can call me Rio.” 

"Haven't you heard? They put us on trial for that sort of pageantry, these days," Agatha responds haughtily, feeling Rio reach for her more than she sees it and twisting out of the way before she can grab her. She puts a little distance between them and rounds the nearest oak tree.

"If anyone's going to string you up and torture you," Rio growls, darting around the other side of the tree and making another grab for her, "Its me."

Agatha ducks aside with a particularly undignified squeal and stumbles when Rio manages to grab her wrist, flailing back a little as she's yanked into her lover's waiting clutches.

"Oh? And for what crimes?" She asks breathlessly, wriggling in her hold petulantly. As Rio adjusts to wrap her arms around her waist she drops her weight dead, hanging limply against her arms.

"Disobedience, for starters," Rio decides, struggling to hold her up in their new position and smirking to herself before letting her go and dropping her to the forest floor.

With a yelp, Agatha lands roughly and pushes herself up onto her hands, glaring up at the older witch.

"That would imply I owe you my obedience, would it not?" She huffs, blowing a piece of hair from her face as she turns to sit on her haunches, moving to push herself up again. Rio stops her by cupping her chin tenderly.

"Yes."

Narrowing her eyes, Agatha pulls back and gathers her magic, aiming a small, messy blast and firing it up at Rio. Jerking aside to let it fly past, Rio turns to watch as it shoots upward and knocks a high branch clean off of a nearby tree.

She turns to Agatha wolfishly.

"Proof! She is a witch!" She pounces, pinning the other woman down and straddling her hips, chuckling softly as the other grunts with exertion and tries to wrestle for control of her hands.

"Rio!"

Rucking up Agatha's skirts clumsily, Rio cups her through her smallclothes firmly and continues speaking, ignoring the protest that turns into a gasp of pleasure from the witch beneath her.

"I am benevolent, though," she says, pressing two fingers to her slit through the material and smirking at the dampness she finds there. "You should have a proper trial, first. How do you plead?"

"Please," Agatha sighs, thighs falling open as her rough two-handed grip on Rio's other arm falters slightly.

"Very pretty," Rio concedes. "But usually the choices are 'guilty' or 'not guilty'."

Biting down on her lip, Agatha stays uncharacteristically wordless for a moment, grinding down against the other woman's hand impatiently, searching for some pressure for her clit to join the teasing.

"No plea? Very well, we'll move onto sentencing."

She shakes her arm free enough from Agatha's grip to begin undoing the laces of her dress, loosening them enough that her hand beneath her skirt can crawl upward and fit beneath the material to tease her breasts.

She knows how Agatha gets, how she ended up on her back in the dirt by her own volition, protests aside, and how she wants it to end - fast, hard, dirty; a rough, vicious attack on her clit until she orgasms and picks herself up like it was nothing.

Which is why she begins to squirm in earnest, knowing what's coming. Even if she'll love every second of it, it will still count as a loss if Rio manages to once again tease her to the point of sobbing begging by playing with her sensitive nipples while ignoring her cunt entirely.

Grunting and twisting, trying to grab at the hand on the outside of her dress, Agatha suddenly surprises them both when the next sound out of her isn't a moan or a demand, but rather a bright, startled laugh.

Rio's hands still - one on the front of her bodice and the other wedged beneath it, flush against the smooth, pliant skin of her belly.

Agatha breathes heavily, then pulls at her hand again.

"Just - fuck me, already-"

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," Rio announces into the empty forest around them, "I think… Uh oh. Someone's ticklish."

Her fingers scrunch inward and then outward, pressing into the soft skin beneath them and then repeating the gesture over and over as she feels the muscles beneath the surface clench wildly.

"Nnnngg-" Agatha twists hard, trying to roll over, but Rio is unrelenting and the bodice is keeping her tickling fingers trapped in place. She only gets a few seconds of fighting hard in self-defence, grunts of exertion giving way to loud, defeated laughter that warms Rio's empty insides pleasantly.

"That is delightful," she teases, probing a finger into her navel carefully and then relentlessly pinching the muscle surrounding it in a squeezing, repetitive gesture that makes her lover start cackling so loudly she's incapable of insulting her or pleading for mercy for a few solid seconds before she manages to draw in a breath.

"STOP!"

"I don't think so. Don't you prefer this to the drowning test?" She asks lightly, continuing to explore. Her hand shifts only slightly from spot to spot, the clothing keeping her fairly well trapped, but she pays that handicap no mind: the entire expanse of the other woman's belly seems perfectly ripe for her newfound torture, every muscle Rio digs into or patch of skin she flutters her fingernails over seems worse than the last.

Her abs seem to have a mind of their own, deciding when they do and don't want to be flexed to their fullest extent. She squeals especially loudly each time Rio scrapes softly at the skin over them while they're clenched at their hardest state, but the hardest, raw laughter is drawn out whenever she's forced to relax them and Rio takes the opportunity to dig in and knead.

"Would you like to reconsider your plea?" She offers.

That seems to wake something up in the other witch. She might be hating her tickling but she hates to lose so much more, and she's definitely withstood much more genuine torture at Rio's hands before without demanding mercy.

She considers, then shakes her head.

"Have it your way," Rio sighs, wedging her other hand up under her top as well and clawing with both hands at her lower tummy.

Agatha comes unglued, head falling back against the mossy ground as she ineffectively clutches over the top of her dress at the best approximation of where Rio's hands are below it.

"PLEASE, please!" Her laughter has taken on an almost sobbing quality, shaking her voice, "That's awful, I give! I GIVE!"

If only to scare her a little, make her feel as though it really never will stop, Rio continues for a few seconds longer even as she repeats her pleas and tears start to stain her cheeks for real.

Finally relenting, she wipes her thumbs over her cheeks and then kisses the tears away from each of them, letting Agatha's sobbing laughter calm down to a dull panting before kissing her unfittingly softly.

"Very well," she says, "An admirable defense, but now it's time to take your sentencing."

Agatha shakes her head slightly, a soft, "No, no-" spilling from her lips as if anticipating a second round of tickling, but Rio removes her hands from her dress and grabs the bunched ends of her skirts, instead.

"Don't be scared," she murmurs, kissing her bare knee softly. "There are much worse fates than a death sentence."

Catching her breath properly, Agatha lifts her head slightly as her smallclothes are pulled down and a cool afternoon breeze dances up between her legs.

You nodded, pulling out your textbook to look at the chart. It didn’t help that you were a perfectionist and had anxiety about getting everything wrong. 

The two of you were studying for a couple of hours, occasionally getting up to refill your coffee mugs. Your mind was a blur, and you needed a break more than ever.

“Hey Rio, do you mind if I take a break?”

“Sure. Maybe we can work on our physical exam skills after so we don’t have to keep staring at these word salads,” Rio said with a chuckle.

After you took a break and refocused, you returned to Rio. She was waiting on the couch for you.

“Who’s gonna be patient X?” Rio asked.

“Patient X?”

“Yeah, patient X. Who’s the first victim of the exam?” Rio joked.

“Rio, I thought we said no more death jokes.”

“Eh, you can never have too many.” Rio shrugged.

“Fine, you can go first since I don’t feel very confident in my skills,” you said.

“Sit down.”

You sat down on the couch, now feeling a little nervous. 

Rio took her stethoscope out to listen to your heart and lungs. You secretly hoped that she couldn’t tell that your heartbeat was faster than usual. She then started to feel your neck and shoulders for lumps or abnormalities.

Instinctively, you scrunched up your nose, as it tickled slightly. You tried your best to control it, but with someone as observant as Rio, you knew she would notice. 

“Does that tickle?” Rio asked, giggling slightly. You hesitated before responding. The way she asked didn’t sound malicious, mostly just genuine curiosity.

“No,” you said softly, feeling small in her presence.

“Hmm, I don’t know if I believe you,” Rio teased, as your face turned red. 

“Lie down,” Rio demanded. 

You laid down, dreading the rest of the exam.

She began to press firmly on your belly, making you jolt in surprise.

“I don’t think you’re doing it right,” you insisted.

“Nonsense, of course I’m doing it right,” Rio said, now pressing on your sides. You let out a snort, much to her amusement.

“Are you sure you’re not ticklish? I’m not trying to tickle you,” Rio commented, as you shook your head stubbornly.

“Fine, I’m almost done and then we can switch.” 

Rio then suddenly ran her finger up the bottom of your foot, as you instinctively scrunched up your toes.

“Seems like your Babinski reflex is working well,” Rio said while smirking.

“Whatever, just let me try,” you said, now swapping spots with her. 

You went through the exam skills with her, and unlike you, she didn’t flinch at all.

“It’s okay, Y/N, some people are just more sensitive than others.”

You scowled, knowing that this time, she wasn’t trying to be considerate. However, if you were gonna explore this more, this was the perfect opportunity. She was still laying on the couch, unaware of your scheming. 

You quickly pounced on her, taking her by surprise. 

“Y/N! What are you doing?!” Rio exclaimed.

“I’m just practicing my hands-on skills,” you teased, digging into her ribs. 

Rio let out a squeal, demanding that you get off of her through her laughter. 

“Ooooh looks like I’m not the only one who’s ticklish,” you teased her, as she struggled underneath you.

“Y/N IHIHIM GONNA KIHILL YOHOU!”

“Eh, I think I’m safe.” You moved your hands down, kneading her hips and almost falling off of her from how hard she bucked. Her laughter rang out through the room, and you had never seen her smile so wide. 

You took a chance and reached back, squeezing up and down her thighs and knees. That drove her nuts, causing you to fall on top of her chest. You quickly scrambled to try and get off of her, but unfortunately, she was faster and flipped you over onto the floor.

“Wait Rio!” You exclaimed, as she pinned both of your hands above your head.

“How dare you try to tickle me,” Rio shamed you playfully, as you felt really exposed just lying there with all of your spots open.

“You started it!” You insisted, as Rio just shook her head.

“Well, I already know you’re ticklish and you’ve had your fun, you brat,” Rio said, as you felt her grip tighten around your wrists.

She then sat down on your waist, using her other hand to tickle your tummy.

You whined, giggling against your will as she chuckled at your reaction.

“Where’s your most ticklish spot?” Rio asked, grinning as she moved her hand down to your lower waist, making you kick and twist.

“IHIHIM NOHOHOT TEHEHELLING!” You shouted stubbornly through your laughter.

“But I need to know because you’re so stressed and I have to make you laugh,” Rio said, now tickling your armpits, making you shriek.

“RIHIHIO! STAHAHAP!”

She ignored your request, now using her nails to tickle your neck and ears. You let out a grunt of frustration, before bursting into cute little giggles.

It seemed as if Rio was smiling and laughing more when she tickled you rather than when she was being tickled.

She let go of your wrists, now using both of her hands to tickle your sides. No matter how hard you tried, her wrists wouldn’t move and she kept squeezing, driving you nuts. Tears began to form in your eyes, as you begged her to stop.

“I’ll stop if you tell me your worst spot,” Rio countered.

“FINE! MY FEHEET!” You cried. 

Rio nodded, moving to sit on your shins, as you desperately tried to catch your breath.

“Why are you doing this?” You whined.

“Because you tickled me first, brat.” 

With that, she began to drag her nails over your bare feet, as you twitched and squirmed under her touch.

“I have so much power over you,” Rio teased, using one nail to tickle your heels. 

You let out a screech, trying to throw her off of you.

“Nice try Y/N,” Rio said, as she began to tickle your toes.

“OHOOKAHAY RIO STAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE!” You belted out, wiggling and scrunching your toes in an attempt to escape her evil nails.

“Oh it’s so fun when you do that,” Rio said, tapping your toes teasingly. With that, you tapped out, begging her to stop once and for all.

“Umm, no I just wanted to chat for a little bit if that’s alright,” you answered.

“Chatting is for losers,” Rio said back, trying to walk quicker to get away from you.

You took this opportunity to break the ice.

“Are you calling me a loser?” You asked playfully.

Rio glanced at you while saying yes. 

“Hey! I am not a loser!” You insisted, poking her lightly in the ribs.

She flinched away, her mouth contorting awkwardly to suppress her yelp. 

Your eyes quickly met, but before you could Rio pressed her hand against your mouth to prevent you from asking any other questions and pinned you to the ground. 

“You don’t say a thing about what you just saw. Got it rookie?” Rio said.

“But I just have questions,” you answered truthfully, struggling to escape her pin. 

“That’s also for losers,” Rio said, with the faintest hint of a smile on her face.

“But didn’t you just ask a question? You said ‘got it rookie?’,” you stated triumphantly. 

Rio narrowed her eyes at you, before using her free hand to tickle your side.

“AHAHA RIO STAHAHAP!” You squealed, jerking around in her grasp.

“I’ll stop when I want to,” Rio said, now using her hand to claw at your tummy.

“PLEHEHEASE IHIHIM SOHORRY!” You apologized, as Rio reluctantly accepted your apology and let you go.

You quickly sat up now, knowing your next move.

“You still don’t know why I wanted to chat, but now you’ve set it up perfectly,” you said, as you flipped Rio over and pinned her by sitting on her waist. You had both of her wrists in your hand at this moment.

“Rookie, what are you doing?” Rio asked in confusion. 

“I wanted to know why you don’t ever smile,” you asked, giving her puppy dog eyes, hoping this would soften her. 

Rio rolled her eyes, knowing that you wouldn’t let her go until you got a satisfying answer.

“I don’t know…it’s a mix of things,” Rio said, avoiding eye contact. 

You suddenly frowned, seeing that it was more than just something playful.

“Well, you can tell me if you want,” you said comfortingly.

“You’re not really giving me much of a choice, are you?” Rio said.

“Nope, but I see you’ve done another loser tactic of asking a question,” you teased, reaching down to poke her torso.

Rio squirmed underneath you, fighting any giggles that were trying to escape. 

“Rookie! Stop it!” Rio demanded. You giggled in glee, knowing it was much more fun to be the tickler than the ticklee. 

“Tell meeee,” you insisted.

“Ugh fine, you pest. It’s two things actually. One, I’m literally death. That’s nothing to smile about and my dark persona fits with who I am. And two…,” Rio trailed off for a bit, glancing at you to see if you wanted more.

“You don’t have to say the rest if you don’t want to,” you said, knowing that she felt uncomfortable.

“Well, you deserve to know. Especially since I feel we’ve gotten a bit closer in the last few days,” Rio said. You nodded in agreement.

“It’s silly and dumb, but I don’t like the way my smile looks. I don’t like the small gap in my front two teeth. It just reminds me that I’m not perfect,” Rio said with a sigh.

You raised your eyebrows at her, not expecting that to be her answer. 

“Rio, you’re literally the Green Witch. Nobody else can do what you do. Your smile doesn’t change that, and nobody is perfect,” you said.

“It’s just an insecurity I guess,” Rio said.

“Can I see it? I’m sure it’s beautiful and fits you so perfectly,” you said genuinely. 

Rio looked at you for a bit before she said no. However, you saw her smirk slightly, giving you the signal that she would allow it, but you would have to work for it.

“You little minx!” You teased, now forcefully pinning her arms above her head.

“Just know that you revealed a perfect way to get you to smile. So I’m in charge right now,” you said to Rio, as she just rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“What? You don’t think I could be in charge?” You asked.

Rio shook her head without a missed beat or change of expression. You narrowed your eyes at her, looking down to see where you should tickle her first.

You knew her ribs were ticklish from the poke earlier, so you decided to start there, lightly digging in. 

You felt Rio jolt against you, a good sign indeed. She clamped her mouth shut tight, fighting a smile off. 

“Awww, come on Rio, just let those giggles out,” you teased, moving your hands up towards her upper ribs.

You saw her eyes widen a bit, giving you the answer you needed. 

“Ooooh the upper ribs are a weakness huh?” You asked, using one finger to tickle in between her uppermost ribs.

She kicked and jerked underneath you, clearly struggling to not laugh.

“Let me see that beautiful smile!” You insisted, now using both hands to tickle into her armpits.

Rio couldn’t take it anymore, bursting into loud, beautiful laughter.

“OHOHKAY ENOUGH PLEHEHEASE!” She begged, trapping your hands in her underarms. 

“THERE’S THAT SMILE!” You shouted in glee, taking it all in. You hardly noticed the gap in her teeth. What you noticed most was how her cheek bones lifted when she smiled. She really was beautiful. 

“IHIHI HAHAHATE YOHOHOU!” Rio shouted, as you reached up to tickle the side of her neck. You giggled as she scrunched up with a squeal.

“But your smile is beautiful, I just don’t think I can stop tickling you,” you teased.

Rio had enough and sent you flying off of her with a spell.

You landed in a pile of leaves unscathed.

You looked around for Rio but couldn’t find her anywhere.

“Rio? Where did you go?” You called out, now suddenly scared and unaware of where you were. 

You gasped as Rio flew in and grabbed you by surprise. Before you could comprehend what happened, some vines wrapped around you and the next thing you knew, you were tied against a tree.

“Rio! What the heck is happening!?!” You questioned.

“What’s happening is, I don’t let people like you get away with what you just did,” Rio said, now flashing a full, teasy smile. 

“You are evil!” You cried, tugging to see if you could get out of the vine that was wrapped around your body. 

“You like that I’m evil,” Rio teased.

“Yeah so does Agatha,” you muttered under your breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” You exclaimed, eyes darting away from her.

“Really?” Rio asked, bending down to take a feather across the soles of your feet. 

“Nohoho! Dohohon’t doho thahahat!” You giggled, kicking your feet as much as you could. 

“Oh don’t do what? Tickle your sensitive little feet?” Rio asked.

“Yes!” You shouted.

“Well if you insist!” Rio said, using the feather on one foot, while spidering over the other with her fingers.

You jumped due to the change in sensation, bursting out in laughter.

“OHOHO MY GOHOD RIO! STAHAHAP THIHIS NOHOW!” You demanded, unable to move anything but your feet.

“You should’ve thought twice before messing with me, Rookie. Just remember, I’m death. This could be your fate. Maybe I’m tickling you to death,” Rio said flatly. 

You whined in protest, as she continued to torment your feet. 

“You ready for this next part?” Rio asked.

“No,” you said, dreading what was coming next. 

“This will teach you to never tickle me again,” Rio said threateningly, as she used both hands to tickle over the tops of your feet, making you scream and shout in protest. The tops were far worse than the bottoms of your feet.

“RIO STAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE IHIHIT TIHICKLES TOO MUHUHUCH!” You cried, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

“Oh that tickles? Why didn’t you tell me?” Rio teased now focusing on the tops of your toes, making you beg and cry uncle multiple times.

“Not so tough, are you?” Rio asked, finally letting up.

“I hate you so much,” you said while panting.

“You what?” Rio asked, dragging her nail across your collar bone.

“NO PLEASE!” You scrunched up any way you could, dissolving into pathetic giggles from her one finger. 

“Jeez, no need to overreact,” Rio laughed.

“I’m really ticklish,” you pouted, hoping to get her sympathy.

“Oh yeah, from that reaction alone I can tell,” Rio said, running her nail along it again to mess with you.

“RIO I SWEAR!” You shouted through your giggles.

“Alright, I’ve tortured you enough,” Rio said, as the vines unraveled and set you free.

“And Rookie. If you tell anyone about my smile or about my ticklishness, I will tickle you endlessly until you die,” Rio threatened.

You could hear Agatha scoff, clearly thinking that this was way easier than any other trial.

“So just laugh really loud,” Rio said nonchalantly. 

“Do you really think the road would accept that?” Billy asked.

“Knowing this road, it’ll have to be genuine,” Agatha said with an eye roll.

“Does anyone know a good knock knock joke?” Billy asked, chuckling slightly.

“We’re not wasting any time with that. What we’re going to do is we’re gonna tickle Y/N,” Rio said, smiling psychotically. 

“Not that it won’t work, but your facial expression is really creeping me out right now, Rio,” you said to her.

“Good.”

“Now wait, are we sure this is the only way we can do it?” You asked sheepishly.

“If we want to get out of here at a reasonable time, then yes,” Agatha said, pinning you down with Rio helping out. The other coven members felt it was a bit cruel and didn’t want to participate. 

“Woosies,” Agatha scoffed.

“Wait! Are you sure about this?” You struggled, as Rio pinned your arms above your head. 

“Yes,” Agatha said, tickling away at your sides, making you squeal and tug at your arms. 

“Ahahahare you seherious!”

“We’re the most serious people on earth,” Rio commented, using her nails to spider tickle over your neck.

You scrunched up, twisting away from her as much as you could.

“Y/N, you gotta tell us your bad spots so we can finish the road,” Agatha said, as you saw a grin forming on her face.

You were torn between the fear of them knowing your worst tickle spots and the resentment you would face if the group didn’t finish the road if you kept it a secret. 

Your thoughts were interrupted, as Agatha began to dig into your ribs, causing you to burst into hysterical laughter.

“AGATHA! STAHAHAP!”

“Why would I stop when the meter has moved into the yellow zone?” She asked, hitting a sweet spot on your upper ribs.

“I NEHEHEED A BREHEHEAK!”

The two girls reluctantly relented, but kept you close by in case you tried to run.

“Oh my god, I forgot how awful that is,” you said.

“If you tell us your bad spots now, we’ll only tickle them just enough to complete the trial. If not, you’re going to wish you had told us sooner,” Rio threatened.

You gulped, feeling in your gut that they would probably torment you either way. 

“Hmmm, well I’m not really the one who’s desperate to finish the road. Maybe I like watching you squirm,” you smiled cheekily at Agatha, who narrowed her eyes at you.

“That’s it. No more breaks for you,” Agatha said, as Rio pinned you again.

“NOHOHOHO AHAHAHA!” You belted out with laughter, as Agatha blew a raspberry on your belly. The meter almost touched green on that one.

“Better tell us, or I’m gonna take over,” Rio said, and you knew it would be a thousand times worse. However, you continued being bratty, causing them to switch.

“You’re screwed, Y/N. I like seeing Agatha squirm as much as anyone else, but you’re a close second,” Rio smirked, as she began to knead your hips.

You yelped and bucked against her, pleading for her to stop.

“RIO! ENOHOHOUGH AHAHA PLEHEHEASE!” You begged, as her hand traveled down to squeeze your inner thighs. You didn’t remember being ticklish there, so you were caught off guard. 

The girls soon figured out that the key to succeeding was to not only make you laugh, but also beg super loud. Those two combined were sure to make the meter move into the green zone.

The hip and thigh tickling was unbearable for you, so you were bound to cave soon. When your laughter went silent, they knew they had to change their approach.

“Spill it, Y/N. If you don’t, I’m gonna have Wanda haunt you with ticklish magic for the rest of your life,” Agatha said confidently.

“You still keep in touch with Wanda?” You asked.

“She was my ex-best friend, but it’s still nice to have some backup.”

“I’ve always wanted to meet Wanda,” Rio suddenly confessed.

“You haven’t?” You asked.

“Not that I recall…” Rio trailed off.

“She would win against you,” you teased. 

“Oh now you’ve done it,” Rio said, flipping you over onto your stomach. She pulled your shirt up to reveal your bare back, and even just the slight wind tickled you.

“Nononono Rio! I didn’t mean it!”

“Yes you did. Agatha, hold her legs down,” Rio commanded. With that, she began to tickle your bare back, causing you to shriek and cry with laughter.

“RIO YOHOHOU AHAHARE SO DEHEHEAD!” You shouted, as they laughed at the irony.

“Louder!” Rio demanded, seeing that the meter was close. She moved her hands up to tickle the back of your ribs and your shoulder blades, sending you into a flopping frenzy.

“OHOHOH GOHOD MEHEHERCY PLEHEHEASE IHIHI CAHAHANT STAHAHAND IHIHIT,” you pleaded with all your might, as the meter finally broke into the green area.

To your relief, the girls actually let you up.

“That was horrible,” you panted, rolling over to lay on your back.

“Come on, Y/N, trial’s over,” Rio said, grabbing your hand to lift you up. However, you were too tired and let your whole body go limp.

“Y/N.” Agatha warned sternly, tickling your feet. 

You squealed and pulled your feet away, quickly standing up.

Your wives helped cook dinner, while you were relaxing on the couch and reading a book. You were currently invested in a mystery novel, and were deeply engrossed in the height of the plot.

“Dinner time!” Rio called, setting the table.

“Y/N?” Rio asked, peeking out of the kitchen.

You had slightly heard her, but you wanted to get to a good stopping point in your book before eating, so you continued reading.

“Y/N, the food is gonna get cold,” Rio insisted, as your eyes worked even quicker to get to a good stopping point. Just when you were on the last page, Rio plucked the book out of your hand and set it on the table.

“We prepared dinner for you, Y/N. The least you can do is acknowledge us,” Rio said sternly, as you huffed in annoyance and got up to eat. 

Your wives tried to make conversation at the dinner table, but you were still annoyed that your reading time was interrupted. You gave them short answers and didn’t engage much.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” Agatha asked.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” you muttered, clearing your plate and putting it in the dishwasher. You then got back on the couch and resumed reading your book. Agatha and Rio shared a look at the table, which you hadn’t seen.

“Hey Grumpy,” Rio said, sitting at the end of the couch near your feet.

“I’m not grumpy, I’m reading,” you said flatly, moving the book higher up to cover your view of her.

“Am I not attractive? Is that why you’re hiding your eyes from me?” Rio asked teasingly. You internally rolled your eyes, trying to concentrate on your book. However, it was difficult when Death was literally sitting inches away from you. A hot Death, that is.

“Oh, so now you’re gonna ignore me?” Rio asked, running a single nail up your bare foot. You jolted, pulling your leg away quickly, but kept the book up to hide behind.

“Uh oh…are you ticklish?” Rio asked, now grabbing and holding both of your feet in place. Your toes wiggled in nervous anticipation, as you continued to hide.

“Agatha! Come over here and help me break this tickle toy!” Rio shouted, as Agatha said she was coming over, just after putting away the last dish.

Your breath hitched, as you knew you were doomed. You couldn’t even handle one person alone, so you knew two would be the end of any sort of tough mask you tried to put on. 

“What is she doing now?” Agatha asked, a curious smile on her face.

“Well, for one, you know she was being grumpy during dinner. And two, she won’t talk to me!” Rio fake pouted. Part of you wanted to make a snarky comment back to annoy her, but this game was fun.

“Oh really?” Agatha asked, as she took your right foot, and Rio took the left. Their nails started to slowly rake over your soft and tender soles, making you immediately buck on the couch and snap your mouth shut so that you wouldn’t laugh. 

“You are fucked,” Agatha said in a low tone, as they both picked up the pace of their tickling. You slammed the book down on the couch, no longer able to control your response, as a grin broke out on your face.

“Oh my gosh, there’s that precious smile!” Agatha beamed, as you shook your head and attempted to chuck your book at them. The two of them dodged it, but paused temporarily, giving you a stern look.

“That was not a wise decision,” Rio said, as they both went ballistic on your feet, sending you into hysterical laughter.

“NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASE IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!” You squealed, twisting and turning on the couch to no avail. 

“We finally got you to talk!” Rio said triumphantly, as you shouted at them to stop. 

“You could’ve just been nice to us and talked to us,” Agatha tsked. 

They changed their method up now, as Agatha was still tickling your foot with full force, while Rio was just gently tracing her nails over your other foot. The difference in sensation was driving you nuts, as you felt tears forming in your eyes.

“OHOOKAY STAHAHAP ENOHOUGH!” You squealed, covering your face in embarrassment.

“Nuh uh, none of that,” Agatha said, now coming over towards you and grabbing your arms and placing them above your head so you couldn’t hide.

You full on cackled when Rio began to tickle the tops of your feet, and begged for her to stop.

“Hmm, fine I’ll have to find out where else you’re ticklish,” Rio said, moving up slightly and squeezing right above your kneecaps.

You convulsed in ticklish agony, as your face scrunched up from the strong sensation.

“You wanna do the honors?” Rio asked Agatha.

“You go ahead, I’ll test a different spot,” Agatha said, as your eyes widened. With that, Rio tickled your knees, and you then felt a ticklish sensation on the palms of your hands. You tried to yank your arms out of her grasp, but you only felt Agatha’s grip tighten around your wrists. 

“HAHAHAHA NOHOHO IHIHI HAHAHATE THIHIS!” You kicked and shouted, pulling in every direction.

“You seem to be laughing a lot for someone who hates this,” Rio teased, now shaking her hands into your ribs. You tried closing your hands into fists to prevent that spot from being tormented, but Agatha was one step ahead, as she held all your fingers back and continued tickling.

After a bit, they gave you a break, as you laid there panting.

“Are you guys done yet?” You huffed.

“We still have to find your worst spot,” Agatha said, poking your armpit. You yelped and yanked your arm down.

“Oh? What do we have here?” Agatha asked, as she switched spots with Rio to sit on your waist.

“Please don’t tickle me there! Anywhere but there!” You begged, hoping that they would soften from your pouting.

“Hmmm, you are very cute…but I still want to watch you writhe around,” Agatha said, digging all ten fingers into your armpits, as you screamed with laughter.

“SCREHEW YOHOHOU AGAHAHATHA!” You shouted, as your laughter fell in and out of silence and your cheeks were tinged pink.

You managed to roll over, but didn’t get very far since Rio still had your wrists held tight. However, this did give Agatha access to tickle the back of your thighs, sending you into a new, fresh wave of laughter.

In addition to all the kicking and screaming, Rio used her free hand to continue tickling in your armpits, switching every so often.

“MEHEHERCY PLEHEASE!”

“Are you sorry for ignoring us and being a grouch?”

“YEHEHES IHIHIM SOHORRY LEHEHET ME GOHOHO!” You squealed, letting out a sigh of relief once they let you go.

“Was that so hard?” Agatha asked, patting your tummy.

You rolled your eyes, still catching your breath.

“Was it?” Agatha said sternly, wiggling her nails over your tummy.

“Nohohoho plehehease ihihihi cahahant!” You giggled, sucking in your tummy to try and avoid her fingers.

“Man you’re just ticklish everywhere,” Rio commented, poking your belly button.

“AH! Don’t do that!” You snapped.

“Why not?” Rio asked, repeatedly poking your belly button.

“Because it tihihickles!” You giggled, swatting her hand away.

“So this is your giggle button? Any time I want a smile or giggle I just press here?” Agatha teased, joining in and poking you there.

You smacked her hand away too, reaching out to poke her belly button instead.

“Hey!” Agatha cried, quickly grabbing your hand, as you giggled in glee.

“Watch it, cheeky,” Agatha said, threateningly running her fingers over your hands again.

“No! Okay stop it! I wohohnt do ihihit!”

“That’s more like it,” Agatha said with a smirk.