#natasha tickles reader

[widowsistersandfriends]

Ice Breaker

Requests: hello! firstly i love your fics so tysm for writing :)) may i pls request an emo wanda x reader fic where wanda is shy and new, and they both have a crush on each other. reader somehow finds out wanda is ticklish but hates it, they have a massive tickle fight that ends in them both admitting their feelings? super cute + fluffy, thanks!!

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Wanda x reader where one is oblivious but crushing and the other is an anxious mess but crushing also and Nat and Yelena maybe help them realize their feelings through mischievous tickle pranks to get them either to confess or break them out of their shells? Lots of leeway...pun intended

Note: Thank you so much for these requests! I apologize for taking so long to get to them, but I decided to combine these two because they were similar! I appreciate your support and hope you enjoy this fic :) I also apologize if I didn't represent Emos correctly 😅 feel free to correct me if I did not portray them well!

Warnings: There is romance and flirting between Wanda and the reader, but not steamy stuff or kissing. Mostly just playful flirting/banter plus tickling

Word Count: 1522

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Wanda was new to the compound, shy yet eager to get to know people. Her long, dark hair contrasted strongly with her paler skin. The thick, dark makeup around her eyes told you that she was no stranger to perfecting her looks. Her aura was so strong and you couldn’t help but sneak peeks at her every so often.

One afternoon, you were sitting in the living room with Wanda, Natasha, and Yelena. The two sisters were trying to help you guys get better acquainted at the compound with your team of superheroes. 

“Let’s play an icebreaker game!” Yelena suggested excitedly.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked.

The blonde pondered for a moment before raising an eyebrow mischievously. 

“How about we play truth or dare?” She suggested.

“Is this just an excuse for us to spill our secrets?” Natasha asked skeptically.

“Duh, why do you think I’m here,” Yelena commented sarcastically, earning her a pinch to the ribs.

“You okay with that Wanda?” You asked, daring to look up and make eye contact with her. 

She met your eyes with a soft smile forming on her face, giving you a small nod. You felt your heart skip a beat, noticing that she was wearing a tight black leather jacket. You bit your lip softly and shook away the nerves.

“Are we all ready to begin?” Natasha asked. You guys then all formed a circle to reach the stack of cards in the middle. 

Each one of you took turns, drawing cards for different players to complete the dare or spill the truth. The next card you drew was for Yelena, which was a truth asking when was the last time she wet her pants. 

The blonde huffed in annoyance, not wanting to answer the question. 

“I refuse to answer,” the blonde said defiantly. 

“What’s the rule about skipping a turn?” You asked Natasha curiously.

“Well, there’s not really a formal rule, but I can definitely make one,” Natasha said slyly.

“Oh no, don’t you dare!” Yelena shouted, as Natasha began to tickle her sister to pieces.

“NATAHAHASHA! STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHI CAHAHANT,” Yelena cried, wiggling away from her sister.

“This is what you get for skipping the question,” Natasha teased, following her sister everywhere she went, getting her sides, ribs, and stomach.

You and Wanda were both too shy to join in, so you guys stayed back and just watched in amusement as Yelena screamed for you guys to help her.

“There’s no way I’m getting involved in that,” Wanda commented quietly, as you smiled in agreement. However, that statement made you begin to wonder. Was Wanda ticklish? You were too shy and embarrassed to ask, let alone say the word. You felt anxious inside, knowing that this was a great opportunity to sneak that question in. However, you worried it would make things awkward and she may feel you were disrespecting her boundaries. 

You opened your mouth, ready to ask the question, but snapped it shut out of fear. Wanda turned towards you, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Something on your mind?” Wanda asked.

Her tone of voice and eye contact made you blush, as you quickly looked away in embarrassment. 

“Um, no I’m okay,” you blurted out quickly.

“You sure nothing is bothering you?” Wanda asked, but her tone was in a teasing way, and you knew you had been caught.

“I promise, I’m fine,” you insisted. 

Natasha was finally done wrecking her sister, as Yelena scolded you and Wanda for not saving her.

Next, it was time for Natasha to draw a card for you. It was blank, which meant she could think of a truth or dare for you.

“Hmm, let’s see. How about, is there anyone you have a crush on in this room?” Natasha asked, knowing damn well you did.

You narrowed your eyes at her, not knowing if you should just take the punishment and not answer. 

“Oooooh, this is a good one!” Wanda chimed in, inching closer to you as your face warmed up yet again.

“Ummm, no, I don’t,” you lied, hoping they would believe you.

“You sure about that?” Wanda asked, quickly reaching out to gently claw your side, causing you to yelp and cover your mouth.

“I think we’ve got a liarrrr,” Yelena teased, quickly pouncing on your legs and tickling your feet.

“GAHAHAHAH YELELEHEHENA PLEHEHEHEASE,” you begged, knowing that she was gonna get full revenge for you not helping her earlier.

“Need some help?” Natasha asked Wanda, as the redhead pinned your arms above your head, as Wanda sat on your waist. You were pinned and had nowhere to go.

Your eyes widened and your cheeks burst into red flames as Wanda sat dominatingly above you, staring down at you like you were her next prey.

She raised an eyebrow at you, throwing in a smirk which made you want to scream in embarrassment. You also forgot she could read your mind.

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t make you scream in embarrassment. I’m gonna make you scream with laughter, “ Wanda reassured you teasingly.

“No! Please!” You cried, as she wiggled her black nails right above your armpits. You giggled and squirmed in anticipation despite her not even touching you yet. 

“So sensitive,” Natasha teased, laughing at your state. Wanda then began to scratch her sharp nails on your armpits, combined with the foot tickling from Yelena made you shout with laughter, wiggling as much as you could.

“NAHAHA STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES,” you cried out, as Wanda used her thumbs to knead the area between your ribs and armpits. You wheezed with laughter, accepting your defeat to the tickling. There was nothing you could do but laugh.

“You gonna tell us who your crush is?” Wanda asked with a wink.

“NEHEHEVER!” You cried out, secretly enjoying being tickled by her.

She moved her hands down slightly to claw and dig into your ribs with her nails, as you arched your back and squealed with laughter. 

“Good spot,” Natasha noted.

Yelena had now started tickling the tops of your feet, a spot you couldn’t stand, as you shook your head back and forth, knowing you were about to break.

“Ooooh try her belly button,” Natasha suggested, as an evil grin spread on Wanda’s face.

“NO PLEASE! ANYWHERE BUT THEHEHEHERE!” You screamed, bucking upwards as her finger touched your belly button, as you were unable to move or escape. The torturous sensation lingered despite you trying to suck your stomach in. You tapped out, knowing they had gotten to your weak spot.

“IHIHI GIHIHIVE,” you gasped out.

“Spillll,” Yelena said, climbing off of your legs.

“Fine. Wanda.” You said, rolling over in embarrassment.

“Awwwww how precious,” Natasha cooed, even though she already knew.

“Wait really?” Wanda asked, genuinely shocked. This whole time she had thought she was right in thinking it was Natasha.

“Oh wow, Y/N, I’m flattered. Thank you,” Wanda said shyly.

“Oh come on, don’t pretend like you didn’t know,” Yelena said with an eye roll.

“No I actually didn’t!” Wanda said, still slightly in shock.

“Yeah right. I bet you just wanted me to say it,” you huffed, as Wanda continued to deny and be in shock.

“Well, now it’s my turn to ask you a truth,” you said to the witch.

“Are you ticklish?” You whispered in her ear, making her squirm slightly.

“Hmm? Yes?” You teased, poking around her torso.

“Nohohoho Y/N please I hate being tickled!” Wanda cried. 

“And I hate being embarrassed in front of other people,” you growled, sitting on her thighs and squeezing her hips.

A loud snort escaped from the witch, as she tried to buck you off of her.

“Nice try, but you’re not going anywhere,” you said evilly, now feeling more confident.

“Y/N! STAHAHAP I SWEHEHEAR,” Wanda laughed, clearly trying to hold back some of her laughter. 

“Nah,” you replied, now scratching at her inner thighs, as the witch’s laughter went up an octave. 

“You like me back?” You asked, now squeezing her knees.

“GAH STAHAAHAHAP IHIHITS TORTURE!” Wanda cried.

“Tell meeee,” you said teasingly, blushing at the sight of her being all helpless and giggly. It was rare to see from such a tough emo girl.

“YEHEHEHES IHIHI LIHIHIKE YOU NOHOHOW STAHAHAHAP,” Wanda shouted with laughter.

“How much do you like me?” You teased, wanting to extend this a little longer.

“SOHOHOHO MUHUHUCH,” she cried, now getting low on air, which you knew was your cue to stop.

“Ah good to know,” you said, giggling at her state.

“What a show,” Yelena commented, as you both quickly spun around, forgetting that the two sisters were still there.

You covered your face in embarrassment, knowing that they had seen and heard everything.

“Don’t worry, it’s cute,” Natasha said with a grin.

“Especially Y/N,” Wanda commented, blowing a raspberry on your neck, making you squeal and curl up with laughter.

You shooed her away playfully, now feeling more comfortable around her than ever. It was relieving to know that you both felt the same way, and you were excited to see what the future would hold.

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[ficsandgiggles]

Hopeful (Natasha x Reader)

Finally, my first fic in forever! I’ve missed writing so much and I can finally feel the motivation coming back, please enjoy 💕

You sit in your room, feeling like the world around you was falling apart. You were convinced that it was never going to get better for you. You gave up feeling hopeful for the future, so it was best to shut yourself away from the world to prevent any other bad event from happening.

One person you felt somewhat close with was Natasha Romanoff, you wished desperately that she would come to your rescue and help you out of this dark cloud you had engulfed yourself in. However, she only really showed proper warmth towards her sister, Yelena, which was understandable considering their past.

You and Natasha had brief moments of closeness, she would check in on you and pull you to one side if you were having a panic attack, you relished in the short moments where she’d put her hands on your arms, giving them a gentle squeeze to get you back in the room.

But that was pretty much it.

You always craved that physical affection, whether it was a simple hug or something as small as a hand on your back, and you found yourself especially jealous of Nat and Yelena when the two sisters were wrecking each other, it was mainly Nat digging into Yelena’s ribs, as her laughter echoed through the living room.

What you didn’t know, was that Natasha noticed you each time her and her sister got into those kind of playful fights, she saw the jealousy in your eyes, and she mentally noted it for when it was much needed.

A time like today.

She knew something was up with you, and she knew that it was time to strike, she went up to your room, your door ajar and curtains closed, you were curled up on your bed facing the wall, jumping when she knocked on the door.

“Hey, can I come in?” The Black Widow asked softly, she was met with a grunt which technically translated to a yes, so she entered, and sat on your bed, starting off by putting a hand on your arm, which you melted into without even knowing.

“You wanna talk? Get stuff off your chest?” The redhead offered, but you shook your head in response, although your head was full of dark things, you were unable to get any of it out into words.

Natasha nodded, rubbing your arm gently, moving down to your back, before her hand touched your side, knowing exactly what she was doing.

You flinched when she touched your side, biting your lip to try and hide your reaction. As much as you wanted this, you didn’t want to be a burden, so you didn’t engage unless she initiated it.

A small smile appeared on Nats face, now using a single finger up and down your side, the teasing touches causing you to bite back a smile as you held back any other sign of your sensitivity.

It didn’t take long for Natasha to really test the waters, spidering all five fingers up and down your side, observing your reactions as you lay there and wiggled around, scrunching your face up to hide your giggles.

“Y/N, it’s okay, you can let out those giggles that want to come out, I want to do this with you.” Nat told you gently, using her other hand to move to your belly to flutter in, causing you to squeal in surprise and roll onto your back, a few giggles slipping out.

“There we go.” Nat said fondly and now used both hands to scribble into your belly, making you finally release those giggles for the first time in a while, you covered your mouth self consciously as you weren’t the biggest fan of your giggles.

“Well I can’t have that can I?” Natasha teased, now being a little quicker in her attack as she now scribbled into your armpits either her mean nails, could you to let out a squeal, your giggles growing louder as you tried to fight the sensation and keep your hands over your mouth. However, it didn’t take long for your arms to fly down the second she got to an overly sensitive spot in your armpits.

“You’re so cute.” She commented casually, now deciding to fully wreck you since it seemed that you were both comfortable with it, she leaned down, still skittering into your armpits, and she nibbled into your ribs over your shirt.

Shrieking, you switched tactics and tried to push at Natasha’s head, you kicked out and tried to roll away. “NAHAH!”

“They talk!” She cheered and kept going with that technique, until she saw a little bit of tummy which revealed itself from your consistent squirming.

She moved her fingers down to your ribs, shaking in before suddenly blowing a huge raspberry on your bare tummy, shaking her head in whilst wrecking your ribs.

You burst into laughter, shaking your head helplessly as you shoved your shirt down as best you could, but Nat’s head was in the way, so she continued with baby raspberries whilst scribbling up and down your ribs and sides until your laughter went silent.

The redhead let you go, chuckling as she patted your belly. “You’re almost as bad as Yelena, but how are you feeling now?” She asked, rubbing your arm gently to help calm you down.

You were processing what had just happened, you finally experienced something you had craved for so long, you immediately felt closer to Natasha, closer than ever. You melted into the hug she gave you too, not wanting to let go, and she didn’t let you.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt a glimmer of hope that there was love and positivity in the world, all thanks to the Black Widow.

#avengers tickle #avengers tickle fic #marvel tickle #marvel tickle fic #ticklish!reader #ler!natasha #ler!nat

[valiantphantomangel]

The best Christmas ever.

"Reindeer Games!! the lights have to be at least six inches away from each other!" Tony shrieked as he nearly ran into Steve who was carrying in another christmas tree with Bucky.

The sixth christmas tree in the freaking living room!

"Calm down man of iron" Loki grumbled as he pulled the lights further apart with the help of Natasha.

"Do you not know how to hang ornaments"?! Iron man freaked as he turned the small ball a few degrees the other way "go you disgust me"! He yelled at Sam before chasing after him with his small note book.

"Yep he's definitely gone insane" Natasha said with a nod as she and Loki climbed down from the ceiling where the lights hang.

"I have to agree with Lady Natasha" Thor mused while he made sure the lights were secured tightly.

"Who even put him in charge?" Rogers asked as he pushed the christmas tree upright.

"you did Cap" Clint said with a laugh from the vents where he was keeping watch so you wouldn't walk in on them decorating yet.

"...Right"

just then Peter literally fell from the ceiling with a shriek leaving Loki to catch him and put him back on his feet "Y/N is in the elevator to this floor"!!

Since it was a surprise that they were decorating the tower to give you the best Christmas ever, Loki quickly cast a spell to make all the decorations go invisible and they all dived into a hiding spot.

Somehow Sam managed to dive almost on top of Bucky who let out a groan and shoved him off "Damm it Samuel"!

Everyone shushed him and stayed hidden just as the elevator doors opened, you walked out with your headphones on listening to music and walked into the kitchen to grab some left over pizza.

"we need to distract her until we are done" Nat whispered to Loki as they sat crouched behind a couch.

"I'll distract her, you guys finish decorating" He whispered back with a grin, being the God of mischief and lies gave him quite the advantage on knowing your ticklish little secret and he was more then happy to finally use it.

Loki stood up and walked up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder and successfully making you jump in fright.

"Jesus Christ Loki! You scared the living daylights out of me" You said with a hand on your heart as you took off your headphones.

"My apologies, i simply wanted to ask if I could retrieve my book from your room?" He said hiding his grin.

"Yeah of course, I'll show you where it is" you said with a nod and walked off with your plate of pizza after kicking the fridge door shut.

Loki trailed behind you as you both stepped into your room, but before you could utter 'abracadabra' he tackled into your bed and pinned you underneath him.

"Loki what the hell" you said confused which quickly turned into a surprised giggle when he traced your ribs.

"Sorry for the scare darling, it's just that I heard some interesting information about you" He said with a mischief smirk as he continued to trace your ribs and tummy.

"And what would that behihihi?" you giggle nervously.

"Sargeant Barnes told me about your little ticklish secret" Loki mused as he ghost tickled your tummy which sent chills all over since you were incredibly sensitive.

Your eyes widen before bursting out in giggles as you trashed around, he dug into your ribs and softly traced your tummy at the same time, driving you into madness.

"NOT THEREHIHIHIHIHI" you screamed in laughter as you arched your back to escape him which only gave him more access to your sides.

"Then I'll just switch places love" Loki grinned as he scratched lightly over your neck before suddenly blowing a raspberry on your tummy.

"GHAHHAHAHHAHA" you laughed loudly until your laugh turned silent and he let up, pulling you up to lay your head on his chest.

"Shall we watch some movies for the rest of the afternoon love?" He asked as he played with your hair.

You hummed in agreement as you settled against him, curling up content.

And that's how the afternoon went, every time you tried to get up to grab something from the kitchen Loki latched onto your sides and reduced you into a giggly mess to keep you in your room.

When it got dark Steve and Tony walked in, smiling when they saw you two.

"Come on kid, we have a surprise" Tony said as he pulled you to your feet and guided you out of the room with his hands over your eyes, the other two quickly following to make sure you didn't fall.

After an interesting walk downstairs (Tony almost walked you straight into a wall and got his head smacked for it) you arrived in what you believed was the living room.

Tony took his hands from your eyes and you gasped.

The entire room was full with lights of all colours and in every corner stood a christmas tree, which was decorated to perfection with presents underneath it, you looked up and saw even more fairy lights around the ceiling. It was absolutely stunning.

A smile made its way to your lips as happy tears gathered in your eyes, you felt a pair of arms around you and soon you were engulfed by the team.

"You guys did all this?" You asked as you wiped your tears away.

"Of course we did, we wanted to make this your best ever christmas" Nat smiled as she threw her arm around your shoulders.

"Why?"

"Because we wanted to make you feel at home, loved and happy, we knew how much christmas means to you" Clint said as he appeared next to you.

"Well you guys certainly made that happen" you chuckle as you still looked around in wonder.

"Merry Christmas Y/N" Bucky said with a soft smile.

"Merry Christmas, you guys are the best family I could've asked for" You smiled brightly and you were once again engulfed by the team.

It was safe to say that this was the BEST christmas ever!!

#tickle fic #marvel tickle #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ticklish ribs #bucky barnes #steve rogers #tony stark #natasha romanoff #clint barton #bruce banner #loki god of mischief #thor odinson #sam wilson #christmas fic #merry christmas #peter parker

[qtlee]

A/n: First (small) fic on this account ahhh! I used prompt 25 and 39 from @tickleblogger

Reader is in little space and uses a curse word, when they know they aren't allowed. Natasha finds this cute, but doesn't let little reader go without a ticklish punishment...

Swear | Natasha Romanoff x Little!Reader

Natasha looked at you in the eye, smirking slightly, "Little one, you know you aren't allowed to swear when you're little." The redhead said playfully.

Little you felt cheeky, "...shit..." You said to her, a huge grin on your face.

"Little one!" Natasha gasped, "You know, you're being really bold for someone within tickling distance..."

Your eyes widened, "I-i'm not ticklish!" You pouted, making Natasha's smile widen.

"Oh, you're not ticklish? I remember differently..." She scratched her chin thoughtfully, before looking at you, and raising her hands a little.

That was your cue to run, you squealed, running into the bedroom and hiding under the covers, giggling.

Natasha was quick to follow you. She ran into the bedroom after you, closing the door behind her. "Oh little one!" She teased.

It didn't take long before she straddled you and began tickling you from under the covers, making you giggle and wriggle around on the bed.

"No, no! Mommy! Eeee! Hehehehe!" You shrieked, and Natasha pulled the covers off of your face.

"There you are!" She beamed, and picked you up quickly, placing you in her lap.

She leaned down, and began covering your face in little pecks, making you wriggle around and try to escape.

"Hahahahaha! Mommy!" You laughed, and you squirmed even more when she started kissing and blowing raspberries on your neck. "Rawr!" She fake growled.

"HEHEHEHEHE! AHHH! MOMMY!" You cackled loudly, and she chuckled at you, pecking your cheek before stopping. "You are so, so naughty." She teased, booping your nose.

You grinned at her, "Love you mommy..."

She blushed, "I love you too, sweetheart."

#tickle prompts #natasha romanoff #ler!natasha #lee!reader #little!reader #sfw agere #sfw tickling community #sfw little community #age regressor #age regression #agere blog #little space #tickle fluff #mcu

[supermarvel-fics]

Tickletober Day 10: Ticklish Kiss

fandom: marvel

word count: 1,150

pairing: natasha x reader (established relationship)

summary: natasha gives you an early birthday present

The whole thing was pretty taboo at first. You had just moved into the tower—making it easier for you to work overtime for Tony. You’d been employed with him for quite some time, but decided to finally accept your boss’ offer due to your sheer exhaustion from only sleeping a few hours every night.

You’d seen her around, but only when she came into the lab to look for Tony. She caught your eye immediately; her red hair, her figure, the way she held herself. Natasha Romanoff was one of the most beautiful women you’d ever laid eyes on and yet, she barely looked in your direction.

So, when you’d moved in, of course you expected to see her around a lot more. You just hadn’t expected her to know anything about you.

Natasha had caught you off guard one afternoon while in the gym. While you weren’t an Avenger, you were still fit and worked out every so often. She appeared beside you as you ran on the treadmill, cursing yourself mentally for not wearing a cuter sports set today.

“You work in the lab,” She said. You slowed the treadmill down to a walking pace so that you could respond.

“I do, yes. You’re an Avenger. Natasha Romanoff,” You replied, smiling. Natasha reciprocated it and leaned against the arm of the machine.

“And you’re Y/N.”

Your eyes widened. “You know my name?” You slowed the treadmill down even more to lower your heartrate—both from the workout and Natasha recognizing you. She nodded and chuckled a bit.

“I asked Tony about you the first day I saw you. You’re… intriguing.”

And from then on, it was a blossoming relationship. You became friends first, though neither of you could deny the serious feelings you had for each other. It didn’t take long for you to kiss her for the first time. A late night in the kitchen, just the two of you talking as you normally would, only this time there was tension that hadn’t been there before. You listened to your heart, surging forward to kiss the Widow, melting into each other like ice in hot coffee.

It had been almost a year since then and every day, you fell deeper and harder in love with Natasha Romanoff.

She wouldn’t ever call herself “soft” by any means, but when she was with you, all bets were off. You laid in bed with her, cuddled close on the eve of your birthday. Instrumental music playing in the background, candles on the bedside tables, her fingers running through your hair—it was the perfect night in.

“This is the first birthday I get to celebrate with you, you know,” You spoke after sitting in silence for what felt like hours. “I’m liking it so far.”

“What makes it different than any of the others?” Nat asked, peeking down to look at your face. You smiled and laced your fingers in with yours, bringing it to your lips to place a small kiss on the top of it.

“You’re here. I’m happier. I’m not alone. I could go on,” You replied, chuckling quietly. Natasha kissed the crown of your head, squeezing you tighter into her chest.

“No need,” She whispered. A bout of silence came upon you again, just relishing in the warmth of her arms. “I have a few birthday gifts for you tomorrow, but there’s one that I should give you when we’re alone.”

“So, like right now?” You raised an eyebrow at her. Nat smirked and nodded.

“Now would be perfect, actually. Close your eyes,” She ordered. Taking a breath, you did as you were told, relying on just the feel of her skin against yours. You heart fluttered as she pushed you off of her to lay you flat on your back, then straddled your hips. “You okay?”

“Mhm,” You hummed in response, a shy grin on your lips. Nat brushed her thumb across your cheek, feeling the heat rise to the surface of your skin.

“Good. Here’s your first present.” Nat carefully put her lips on yours and you eagerly kissed her back, moaning in delight. She drew back to take in the sight of you beneath her and put a sweet peck on your forehead.

“That was the best gift I’ve ever gotten. Thank you, baby,” You reopened your eyes, but Natasha put a stop to it by covering your them with her hand.

“You’re welcome, but like I said, that was only the first one. There’s more where that came from. Keep them closed, please.”

“Ooh, yes ma’am,” You snickered, obeying her for a second time. Immediately after shutting your eyes, Natasha’s mouth was connected to yours, kissing you fervently. Your hands found the sides of her face, but Nat grunted quietly and latched onto your wrists, pinning them to the bed.

“No hands, either. Trust me,” She said seductively. You nodded, letting her continue. Making out with Nat was one of your favorite things to do, but you didn’t do it often. Finding alone time were far and few in between at the Avengers tower, so you were savoring every moment of this.

Nat left your lips, kissing along your jawline and down to your neck. The moment she came into contact with that sweet spot below your ear, you squeaked and twisted your head involuntarily. Nat pulled away in shock, looking down at you with her eyes wide. “Are you—”

“Sorry, I—uh… my neck, it’s really—”

“Ticklish,” Natasha laughed, finishing your sentence. You were suddenly very aware of how you were positioned, tugging at your hands experimentally. Your girlfriend tightened her grip on them and shook her head. “Oh, no, I’m not done giving you your birthday present.”

She ducked down again, continuously peppering your neck with chaste, ticklish kisses. You began giggling, trying your best to shrug your shoulders up to block her access. “Nahahat!”

“What?” She asked in between pecks.

“It tihickles! I-hi cahan’t!” You squealed, ducking your head down to stop her. Natasha chuckled and sat up all the way, releasing your wrists. Letting out residual giggles, your eyes fluttered open to see her staring at you with endearment.

“You’re beautiful,” She muttered out with a grin. You blushed in thanks, but rolled your eyes at the compliment.

“Thanks for my birthday present, even though I’m too ticklish to handle it,” You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. Nat clicked her tongue, nodding.

“Oh, yeah, that reminds me. I thought of one more gift to give you.”

You gasped as you realized her intentions, already beginning to squirm. “Nat, no! Don’t, WAIT! WAHAHAIT! AHAH!” You fell into thunderous laughter as Natasha dug into your ribs, your hands half-heartedly trying to push hers away.

You knew your protests weren’t too convincing, but you didn’t care. It was already the best birthday ever and it hadn’t even started, yet.

#marvel #marvel tickle #mcu #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ler!nat #ler!natasha #natasha tickle #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #tickle prompts #tickle fic #tickle drabble #sfw tickle fic #augtickletober2022 #tickletober prompts #tickletober2022

[leegemma]

Hey!

Loved your marvel fic and was wondering if we could get more of that.

Maybe steve/nat x teen ticklish reader?

Something really fluffy, like she's been on the phone for a long time talking to Peter, her boyfriend (I had to 😂) and they make her by tickling her?

I completely understand if not, thanks anyways 💕🙏

Hi! Thank you for the request. It took me a while but here it is:) just a warning- I started out super inspired and motivated but was just super exhausted towards the end.

Hope you enjoy it anyways and please keep sending requests in! Got three that I'm working on already ✨️

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You laughed when your boyfriend made a joke, staring into the screen and listening to him telling you about his day. "And then there was this huge explosion- like, y/n I thought I was going to die. Like, really. And then I looked up and there was this guy and he was all like big and strong and-"

You heard a knock on your door, and paused peter. "One sec Pete. Come innnn!"

"Hey." Steve smiled at you as he walked over o where you were on your bed.

You raised on eyebrow and watched him sit down on the edge of the bed. "What?"

Steve frowned. "A bit of an attitude there, huh?"

You rolled your eyes. "Whatever Steve. Do you need anything? I'm on face time."

Steve shook his head in disapproval. "Yeah, I can see that. You've been on it for hours now. Who are you talking to?"

"Just peter." You turned the front of your phone towards Steve so he can see peter.

"Y/n, who is- oh, hi mister Rogers!"

You smiled as you heard your boyfriend's voice go up a notch when he noticed he was now talking to captain America.

Even Steve couldn't help but smile a little. "Hello peter, do you think you and this grumpy creature are going to hang up anytime soon?"

You groaned while peter only seemed distressed. "Um- yeah! Yeah, we could do that. We'll just talk later. Or not, you decide. Or- No you don't... but I mean- you know what I mean, right? You know everything beca-"

"Peter shush, we're not hanging up." You turned the screen back to face you.

"It's okay y/n, I really don't mind." Peter tried to reassure you, but you weren't having any of it.

"No! He doesn't get to tell us what to do! We're old enough to decide for ourselves."

You glared at Steve.

"What is happening here? I heard someone raising their voice." Nat walked in, leaning against the doorway.

"Oh great." You mumbled.

"Well you see, y/n has been on face time with Peter for the last 5 hours. And I really don't think it's healthy to be on screen for that long. So I asked her to get off and she just got all sassy." Steve explained, looking at you the whole time. Not even glancing at nat.

"I see..." she smirked, seeing your feet popping out from under your blanket.

She came closer and sat down right next to them.

"Well y/n, I think you should listen to Steve."

You huffed out a laugh. "Yeah, as if..."

"Okay, well. Don't say I didn't warn you." Nat shrugged and started spidering all over your feet.

"Warn me? What do you me- MEehehean!" You squealed and tried to pull your feet away, but Nat was holding them tight.

Steve grinned. "This is more like it.."

"Wahahait! Nohohoho!!" You tried to twist away, your phone still in your hand.

"What is happening there?" Peter asked, confused.

"Oh just tickling y/n." Nat smiled as your laughter went up an octave when she moved up to squeeze your knee with one hand, and kept going on one foot with the other.

"Noho way! Y/n is ticklish?" Peter chuckled in surprise.

"Gohod bye peheter!" You giggled out and quickly hung up the phone.

"Oh so now you hang up?" Steve shook his head again and started kneading your sides.

"NOHOHO STOHOP!" You were already pretty much out of breathe, flopping around on the bed.

"You didn't stop the call when steve asked you to!" Nat exclaimed, now tickling both your thighs.

"What happened y/n, why are you laughing?" Steve smirked down at you as he wiggled his way under your arms.

"PLEASHAHAHASE!" You shook your head violently and tried to hit Steve with your arms.

"So aggressive." Steve chuckled, looking at nat and sharing a quick laugh with her before turning back to you and holding  both your wrists above your head with only one of his hands.

"Tickletickletickle y/n/n!" Nat wiggled her fingers above your face teasingly.

You closed your eyes, unable to take the teasing and have to look into her eyes.

"Hey Nat, do you think y/n has all her ribs?" Steve asked, putting on his best 'thinking' face.

"I'm not sure Steve, she has been on that phone for an awful long time... better check..." she said, digging into your hips at that moment.

Steve nodded. "Absolutely." He then started counting your ribs, for what felt like hours but really just lasted 2 minutes before you went into silent laughter.

"Alright, you gonna apologise for being rude to me and not getting off that thing when I asked you to?" Steve asked.

You nodded, still unable to talk as nat was pretty much killing your hips.

"Go on then." She smirked.

"IM SORRY!" You managed to spit out.

"Well, i forgive you. Now, do you want to do something together?" Steve pulled you in for a hug.

"I want sleep." You replied, yawning right afterwards.

"Aww... poor baby." Nat chuckled and grabbed you from steve, pushing you to lay down on your bed and laying down next to you, grabbing your remote and putting your favorite movie on.

You fell asleep between the two of them, and when you woke up. You had a couple of messages waiting to you from your boyfriend. Yeah... you forgot he knew now...

#tickle fics #ticklish!reader #tickling community #steve rogers #natasha romanov #ler!natasha #ler!steve #lee!reader

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Can't Wake a Sleeping Beast

Word count: 3,800

Pairing: Various (Tony, Steve, Bruce, Thor, Clint, Nat, Bucky, Loki) x female reader (all platonic, although Loki has a crush on you because I CAN'T HELP MYSELF DAMNIT 😂😂)

Warnings: None I can think of - mild swearing maybe?

So normally I don't write for this many characters, but I wrote a slightly modified version of this prompt requesting a fic with the six original Avengers, Bucky, and Loki trying to wake a sleeping reader. I don't specify below that the reader is the youngest of the team, but you are welcome to assume so as you read! 😊

(Also - there's no good casual gifs of the entire team, so... please accept this gif from the trip to the shwarma place at the end of Avengers 😂)

"Are you ready for the most exciting sporting event in history?!"

You plunked yourself down on the sofa beside Loki, grinning enthusiastically. Your upbeat tone was a stark contrast to your eyes, however. With puffy, darkened circles under your eyelids and a tinge of redness to the once white-colored outer edges of your eyes, it was obvious you were absolutely exhausted.

"Agent... how much sleep did you get last night?" Loki asked knowingly. You scowled at his chastising.

"I got plenty of sleep. I'm fine."

"Really? Because your eyes are telling me otherwise."

"Hey!" You folded your arms indignantly across your chest.

"I know you're not from Earth and all, but that's no way to speak to a lady," Steve chimed in as he and Bucky entered the common room, both taking a seat on an empty sofa. Loki rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I simply mean to say that you appear to be very tired. And I know you have a tendency to overwork yourself into the young hours of the morning."

Your cheeks blossomed with color as your hardened expression faltered. "I went to bed plenty early enough, thank you very much. Plus, I slept in this morning."

"Oh? And what time did you awaken, then?"

"8AM."

"And what time did you go to sleep?"

You hesitated, taking a moment to think. "4AM."

Tony had just walked in at that moment, snorting in amusement. "Wow. That's even later than I went to bed. And that's saying something."

"You're not helping," you muttered, narrowing your eyes at the billionaire. "Anyway... can we please stop harping on my sleeping habits and get ready to watch the first game?"

"Are you certain you'll even be capable of staying awake?" Loki chided.

"For the World Cup? Absolutely. I wouldn't miss this for anything."

"Ten bucks says she falls asleep by halftime," Tony goaded, smirking at you from his armchair across the room. You scoffed, refusing to offer him a verbal response.

"Agent - you are well aware that once you fall asleep, it is nearly impossible to awaken you?" Loki teased.

"I will not fall asleep!"

Loki snickered. "Whatever you say."

You had been ranting about the upcoming World Cup for months now. Most sports were rather boring to you, but soccer games always had you on your feet cheering for your favorite team. Your enjoyment of the sport had rubbed off on your teammates - even Loki found himself interested in watching the games, finding it amusing how little protective gear these Midgardians would wear despite how violent the game could get.

And, perhaps, part of him just enjoyed the sport because you enjoyed it.

As the first game was beginning, Thor burst into the common room with a frantic expression on his face.

"Have I missed the coin toss?!" he fretted.

"Nah, you're just in time, big guy," Steve assured, chuckling as Thor's face melted with relief.

"Where are the others?" he queried as he took the seat on the opposite side of you on the sofa.

"Oh, they'll be in and out I'm sure," Tony responded flippantly.

"Bruce and Clint don't appreciate soccer as much as we do," you griped. "And Nat had a couple errands to run before she could join us."

"Agent!" Thor's attention suddenly turned to you, his brows furrowed with worry. "You appear to be exhausted! Are you alright?"

"Ah-ah - don't mention how tired she looks," Tony warned, whispering loudly enough for you to hear. "She gets grumpy when you talk about it."

"Alright, I'm ignoring all of you." You crossed your arms once again, leaning back against the sofa.

The first game finally began, and the room fell silent as everyone watched the initial kickoff intently. Intermittently, there would be a chorus of shouting as the favored team got close to the opponent's goal. Notably, you suddenly stopped joining in on the hollering about halfway through the first half. Loki hadn't expected you to fall asleep that quickly, but he didn't dare look at you to find out, for fear you'd become sour again.

And then your head suddenly slumped over onto Loki's shoulder.

"Are you awake, darling?" he whispered, turning his head to look down at your face. Your eyes were shut, your breathing slow and steady with a slight raspy snoring undertone. The sight was simply adorable.

"You weren't kidding about her being tired," Bucky observed at the end of the half, gazing at you incredulously as you snored away against Loki's shoulder. Tony clapped his hands together excitedly.

"Where's my ten bucks? I called it!"

"Shh! You'll wake the young maiden, Stark!" Thor scolded in a hushed tone. Loki laughed at that, earning a glare from his brother. "Do you not care that she is clearly exhausted?"

"No, no it isn't that. I just find it amusing that you believe a simple clapping noise would be enough to wake her," Loki chuckled. "The girl sleeps like the dead. It's near impossible to wake her."

"And how would you know that?" Steve asked warily. Loki felt an involuntary wave of heat rush to his face at the implication.

"I've come across her napping in the common areas of the tower before. Believe me - it's very difficult to wake her."

It was true - Loki tended to wander the tower at late hours of the evening, much later than any of the others. On numerous occasions, he'd found you sleeping on the sofa, or napping with your forehead pressed against your forearms at the kitchen table, having attempted to stay up too late to watch a film or get some work done and passed out before you could drag yourself to bed.

At first, he'd simply let you be. What should it matter to him where you slept? Clearly you managed to get yourself to bed eventually, as you were never in the same spot the following morning. Perhaps you enjoyed napping for a bit before heading off to bed for the evening?

Then Loki began to realize that the nights he discovered you sleeping outside of your bedroom were the nights you'd overworked yourself. Hours upon hours in the training room... pouring over blueprints and maps in preparation for a mission... even just completing your paperwork sometimes took precedence over sleep in your list of priorities. So he began to try to wake you whenever he found you sleeping in a position that appeared uncomfortable.

The problem was - nothing would get you to wake up.

It was clear you were still living - you were always breathing (often snoring, in fact) so Loki didn't fear something terrible had happened to you. But nothing he attempted could ever get you to awaken. Eventually, he'd simply taken to just scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to your room to put you to bed.

He imagined you must become confused those mornings that followed, finding yourself tucked into your own sheets despite never having brought yourself there in the first place. So, eventually, he told you the truth. Since then, it'd become a sort of joke between the pair of you - Loki teased you for sleeping like a corpse, and you teased him right back for having so much concern over where you slept. It was enough to make him feel confident that you didn't mind him looking after you on those nights.

"She will surely injure her neck if she sleeps like that for long," Thor worried, observing the way your head was tilted awkwardly to the side.

"Yes... I suppose you're right." Carefully, Loki reached around your back to grasp your shoulders, gently guiding you to lie down properly with your head resting on his leg. Thor followed suit, scooping your legs up off the floor to rest them across his own lap.

"There, now. She must be much more comfortable," Thor declared happily, patting your knee affectionately. Loki hummed in agreement.

You remained asleep through the entire second half of that first game. With a bit of a break between games, the boys began to discuss your exhaustion once again.

"She's probably gonna be really upset that she missed the first game..." Bucky pondered aloud. "We let her sleep for an hour, do you think we should try to wake her up now?"

"Good luck with that, Barnes," Loki snickered. "I'm telling you - nothing will awaken the sleeping beast."

"I don't believe it." Bucky rose to his feet, pacing over to the sofa you were resting on. Loki gazed up at him expectantly, motioning for him to try. He placed a hand on your shoulder and shook you gently for a moment. You didn't even stir.

"Honestly - is that the best you can do?" Loki taunted with a haughty laugh.

"I wanted to go easy on her." He grasped your arm with his metal hand and shook you harder, causing your head to jostle around against Loki's leg a bit.

Nothing.

"Hang on, let me try," Tony interjected, wandering over to stand beside Bucky. He knelt down in front of you, holding his hands up in front of your face before suddenly clapping them together loudly in rapid succession. "HEY! WAKE UP! GAME'S GONNA START SOON!"

Not even a flinch.

"Wow. You weren't kidding, Ice Age." Loki scowled at Tony's nickname.

"Ah, I have a thought," Thor announced with a sly grin, gaining everyone's attention. He grabbed hold of one of your ankles in his lap and swiped a finger down the sole of your socked foot. Your toes curled in response, egging him on to start scratching with all five fingers up and down your sole.

Loki watched your face intently. Your brow furrowed, a slight smile tugging at the corner of your mouth in the most adorable way. Still, your eyes remained shut, chest rising and falling rhythmically with your steady breaths.

"You might be on to something, Thor," Bucky noted as Thor relented in his attempt. He brought his fingers to your neck and fluttered them along the skin where your shoulder met your collarbone. Your shoulder shrugged up reflexively, and Bucky pulled his hand away to watch you expectantly, assuming you were waking.

Then, you turned over onto your other side, letting out a deep breathy sigh. Still asleep.

"What are you guys doing?"

The group collectively glanced up toward the sound of Nat's voice in the doorway, finding her standing with her hands on her hips accusingly. Beside her stood Clint - looking less than enthused to be watching the game; as well as Bruce - looking quite enthused about being there with Nat.

"Don't worry, Romanoff - she's been sleeping for over an hour. We just don't want her to miss all the games today," Steve assured.

"Alright. I'll allow it." She wandered into the room, standing over your sleeping form while Clint and Bruce found seats. "Hmm..." Glancing around, she suddenly walked over to Tony's seat, reaching over to the side table and plucking an ice cube from his drink.

"Hey! Do you make it a habit of taking things that aren't yours?" Tony griped. Nat merely grinned, carrying the ice cube over and dropping it down the back of your shirt.

"Oh, that's gotta work," Steve declared, watching intently to see if you'd wake.

The sudden chill of the ice certainly wasn't welcome, as evidenced by the grimace that formed on your face. Still, you didn't open your eyes even once, only shifting a bit in your sleep.

"Alright, clearly that didn't work," Loki muttered, sliding his hand down your back to guide the ice cube out from under your shirt and chucking it in Nat's direction. She shrugged, unfazed.

"Hey, I tried."

"I suggest we reserve further attempts for halftime," Thor announced. "The next game is beginning!"

Loki was genuinely torn as you continued to snore away with your head resting comfortably in his lap. He knew very well that you needed the rest, despite the fact you'd never admit it. And you looked simply adorable as you slept, which didn't help matters. But he also knew how angry you'd be with yourself if you awoke later that evening to find you'd missed the entire first day of the tournament.

Yes, perhaps at halftime they could try to wake you once again. For now, he decided to let you sleep a little longer, absently twirling strands of your hair around his fingers. A happy sigh puffed out of your nose, making his heart swell.

When the first half of the game had finished, the attention of the group turned from the television to your sleeping form once again.

"How long has she been sleeping like that?" Clint whispered.

"Don't worry about keeping your voice down - she's slept like a log since partway through the first half of the first game," Bucky explained with an incredulous laugh. "Thor, Tony and I tried to wake her up before you guys walked in."

"And she hasn't even moved?" Bruce asked.

"Not really. Thor tickled her foot and that seemed to sort of work, so I tickled her neck, and still nothing."

"Maybe you haven't found her tickle spot," Clint suggested. Nat glanced at him with raised brows. "What? It's what I call it with the kids."

"That's pretty darn adorable," she hummed affectionately. Clint's cheeks turned slightly red.

"A-anyway... here, let an expert give it a shot." He meandered over to your sofa, gazing down at you in thought. "Lila nearly wets herself laughing when I get her here..." He gently lifted your arm so he could slot his fingers into your armpit, wriggling his fingertips deep into the hollow space. A huffy breath escaped your nose as your brows knit together once again, a full-fledged smile now growing on your face. Astonishingly, you remained undeniably asleep.

"I don't think it's working," Thor stated, watching your face with a fondness in his eyes. Clint groaned disappointedly, removing his hand from under your arm.

"Damn. That always gets the kids to wake up when they're being a pain."

"Let me try, then," Nat suggested, approaching from behind Clint and giving him a teasing poke in the side. He yelped and twisted, glaring at the assassin as he returned to his own seat. Nat brought both hands down on your stomach, clawing at the soft skin through your T-shirt. The ticklish smile returned to your face, but still you did not wake. It didn't matter whether she attempted a firm scratching or a light tracing motion, you were simply too sound asleep.

"Ok, obviously she's only ticklish when she's awake," Steve observed jokingly. "What else haven't we tried? We're running out of halftime."

"Oh, oh, hang on-" Tony swiped Nat's glass of water from the table in front of her, clearly feeling he needed revenge for her theft of his ice cube. Loki gave him a fierce look as he approached you with the water glass.

"I certainly hope you aren't planning to pour that on her," he stated warningly, shooting daggers at Tony with his eyes. He shrunk back just slightly under Loki's gaze.

"No, of course not... who would do something that cruel?" He dipped his fingers into the glass of water (earning an annoyed shout from its owner) and then flicked the water at your forehead. A few cold droplets stuck to the bridge of your nose, again making you grimace slightly in your sleep. Tony sighed. "Alright, can I dump it on her now?"

"Not unless you'd like my boot up your-"

"Alright! Alright, I get it, Jack Frost!" Tony rolled his eyes, placing the glass down on the table where he'd found it before returning to your side. "Ok, kid - how about this?" His fingers dug into your ribs, kneading between the bones. It was clearly tickling you quite a bit, as your eyes and nose scrunched up in the most adorable way. And yet - you stubborn thing - you still remained asleep. Tony threw his hands up in the air in frustration after a few moments, stomping back to his seat. "I thought I had her there!"

"I'm afraid we must abandon our efforts once again - the second half is starting!" Thor announced excitedly.

"No, she's gonna be pretty mad if she wakes up to find she missed two full games," Steve groaned. "Let me try."

"Please do it quickly, soldier - I must see who wins this game!" Thor insisted. Steve paced over to the sofa where you lay, wasting no time in digging into your ribs as he'd seen Tony attempt. He squeezed your side with his other hand, clearly hoping two spots would be more effective than one.

You adorable creature - you buried your face in Loki's stomach, hiding the huge grin that had taken shape on your face. Surely you must be awake now, he assumed.

And yet, when Steve relented in his attack, your breathing returned right back to the rhythmic, steady rise and fall of deep sleep.

"Alright! I give up!" Steve declared with a laugh. "She can't complain when she wakes up - every one of us has tried."

"Bruce hasn't," Tony reminded him.

"Me?!" Bruce appeared frazzled at the suggestion. "But if you guys haven't been able to, what makes you think I could wake her up?"

"Worth a shot at least," Bucky concurred. "Any genius ideas in that big brain of yours, Banner?"

"Well, I... You guys haven't tried pinching her yet?"

Bruce withered a bit under Loki's angry glare at the suggestion.

"Relax! I wouldn't hurt her!" he assured quickly, "Physicians do it to assess neurologic function."

He rose to his feet as Loki's glare softened a bit. If it worked, at least you'd get to watch the remainder of the game. But he'd be damned if Banner would actually hurt you in any way. His eyes never left Bruce's as he knelt down beside you, taking your hand in his and pulling a pen from his pocket.

"See, this doesn't hurt that badly," he assured, pinching one of your fingers between the pen and his own thumb, careful not to apply enough pressure to earn the wrath of the god watching over you. No matter how hard he pressed, you didn't even flinch. You tenacious little thing.

Bruce slipped the pen back in his shirt pocket when he recognized it wasn't going to work.

"Uh... well, that wasn't helpful," he chuckled nervously. "Have you tried behind the knees?" He reached over and scratched at the back of your knee gently. You sleepily bent your knees to block out his access to the sensitive spot, that little smile tugging at your lips once again.

"I must request that we cease this until the game has finished," Thor insisted. "Clearly, the young agent requires additional sleep."

"You just want them to stop interrupting the game," Loki accused.

"I... yes, that would also be nice, thank you."

In a way, Loki was quite impressed that you'd managed to remain asleep throughout all of this. Even he, the God of Mischief, couldn't come up with another method to try to wake you that wasn't too cruel for him to care to attempt.

He decided to keep trying to wake you while the others watched the second half. He wasn't all too interested in the game anyhow, and Thor couldn't complain that he was interrupting his viewing time.

Loki was sure that he could wake you if he could just find the the spot that you were simply too ticklish to sleep through. While awake, you were devastatingly ticklish - barely a solitary squeeze to the side and you'd be giggling like mad. How your mind was able to block out the ticklish sensations only whilst you slept was beyond him.

He scratched his fingers along your belly just above your waistline as he began his mission to locate your weak spot. His fingertips traveled gently up the side of your stomach, around your side, down to squeeze at your hipbone for a moment. Your ribs, he knew, would have you howling with laughter if you were awake, and yet no matter how meticulously he searched along each rib for a trigger spot to wake you, you simply buried your face deeper into his stomach in your sleep. Loki had to abandon that spot, mostly because you'd begun to tickle him with your gentle breathy laughter against his thin shirt overlaying his belly. You infuriating little creature.

Tickling fingers traveled up to your neck, flitting lightly against the soft, silky skin. Curiously, he fluttered his fingers under your chin, chuckling fondly under his breath as you ducked your head and let out a breath of a laugh - still in your sleep, of course. Perhaps your back would do it?

Before shifting to try there, he scratched ever so gently just below your jawline, selfishly enjoying the adorable smile it brought to your face. His fingertips grazed along the thin skin just behind your ear unintentionally.

Suddenly, you squeaked.

It was barely audible over the noise of the game and the cheering of the others in the room, but it was undeniable - you had squeaked. A sly grin spread across Loki's face as he averted his full attention to that spot, ghosting his fingertips around and behind your ear. Your face scrunched up into a huge smile, then slowly, your eyes cracked open.

"What..."

"Ah, she awakens at last." Loki caught your wrist before you could block his tickling fingers with your hand, continuing to flit the fingertips of his free hand around the hypersensitive shell of your ear. Rapid, squeaky giggles bubbled from your mouth as you tried shrugging your shoulder up to block him.

"Hehey!! You wahanted me to slee-heep, and then yohou tickle mehe??" you whined sleepily.

"Darling, you've been asleep for nearly two hours," Loki informed you, pausing his torment as your mouth dropped open.

"Two hours?? But then I... I missed two games??"

"A game and a half, actually," Bucky called from his seat. The room had now realized you were awake. "But the end of this one has been a nail-biter!"

Scowling, you shifted to sit up so you could watch the television. Loki couldn't hold back from pinching your side once, drawing your attention just long enough for him to say I told you so. You returned the favor by poking him in the stomach, earning a jolt and a glare from the god that he didn't truly mean.

With the added rest, you returned right back to your usual ways. You were on your feet with every goal, screaming at the referee on the screen for every penalty as though he could hear you, cheering when the opposing team missed a score. You were rambunctious, loud, and vicious. All traits Loki had come to love about you.

But if there was one thing he'd learned today, it was this:

Even someone as fierce as yourself had a weakness.

#ticklish!reader #tickle fluff #tickle fic #marvel tickle #avengers x fem!reader #ler!bucky #ler!thor #ler!loki #ler!Steve Rogers #ler!Bruce #ler!Natasha #ler!Clint #ler!Tony

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No one knew this but Natasha had been my idol since day one, and she felt like a sister to me. I obviously didn’t want anyone to know this since I thought it was embarrassing.

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”YY/NN, COME BACK HERE YOU!!!!” Nat yelled whilst chasing after me around the compound.

”NO YOU’RE NEVER GONNA CATCH ME!!” I yelled back.

Oh we’ll see about that real soon”, Natasha said to herself and jumped to the vents in the ceiling. I thought I had lost her and walked calmly back to the sofas to watch Tv with others.

”You got away?! How?!” Tony asked shocked

”I don’t even know I just ran and then she wasn’t there anymore? Okay there’s no way… I would never be able to get away from her-” I started

”Yeah you’re absolutely correct-”

I froze the second I saw her coming down from the ceiling smiling.

”You would never be able to get rid of me” I heard Nat say

Pretending not to hear Natasha I continued to talk with the others, Sam continued with me but Steve and Tony, they were afraid for my life.

I heard Natasha again:

”You think you can just ignore me like that after what you did?” She said and I could hear her smirking. It took me a while to answer, thinking whether I should apologize or just run again.

”Yes. That is exactly what I thought.” I said bluntly and went off running again, this time ending up in my bedroom under the covers. Natasha followed me all the way but walking, making me even more nervous about what was gonna to happen. She kicked the door open and within seconds she started walking towards me and said:

”Sometimes I feel like you do this on purpose.”

She teased as she took the covers off and dragged me to her. Her dragging me from my ribs made me squirm and giggle a bit.

”What’s wrong?” She asked with a teasing tone.

”Nothing… ” I said, trying to hide my laughter.

”That doesn’t sound like nothing and you’re all red!”

Yeah I was all red, from blushing obviously.

Natasha continued, causing me to yelp. She then realized what was going on, and I could see a smirk forming on her face.

”Oh my… y/n, you’re ticklish aren’t you?”

”What? No!” I said hiding my giggles well, but my blushing not so much.

”Awww! Is little y/n getting flustered by tickling?” She started squeezing my hips which caused me to yelp and squirm under her touch.

”NATASHHAAA NOHOOOHOOO!!” I tried to make her stop

”What? more? Alrighty then!” She grabbed my hands and put them over my head.

”Now that I’ve found out that you’re ticklish I need to find your worst spot! How about your armpits are they ticklish?” She teased

”NO!!” I screamd and tried to to throw her off of me

My eyes widened as soon as I felt her hands tickling my armpits. With her now sitting on top of me and holding my hands still, nothing helped me.

”NNOHOOOHOO YHOHHU’RE AHAHAAHH BHHIIHITHHHTTCHHH!!! ”

”Oh cheeky, you’re gonna pay for that. I think we should count your ribs, don’t you?”

”No, Natasha no we donAHHHAAHHAHAAHA”

”I think I found a good spot on your upper ribs! Now be honest with me, is there more ticklish spots in you or is that it?” She asked obviously knowing that this wasn’t it

I HATE YOU SOHOO MUCHH!!

Natasha: And ye-

AHAHHHAHAHHH NATASHHHAAA, I screamed and blushed even harder than before, when she squeezed my inner thighs

”You didn’t let me finish, and yet you haven’t told me to stop? She had switched her tickling to my thighs next, which was the worst spot of mine. I couldn’t handle it at all.

”AHAHHAAHHAA NAATTT PLEASE I CAN’T TAKE ITTT, PLEASSSEEEE. ” I was a squirming mess at this point

”Do you have any non ticklish spots? You’re the most ticklish person I’ve ever seen and it’s the cutest ever”

”IIHIHHI’MM NOHOHOTT CUUHUUUTE!!!!”

”Yes you are, yes you are!” She sang as she continued now tickling my feet.

At this point my laugh changed to silent laugh which caused Nat to let me breathe

”You’re so mean I don’t like you.” I said facing away from her.

”Excuse me little girl, you liked it and you know it!” She said and squeezed your hips.

”WHA- No I didn’t”, I said trying to convince her.

”Yes you did but I think it’s sweet. You’re still blushing and trying to hide that pretty smile of yours. Come here you.” She said now with a very sweet and calm voice.

”I don’t like being ti… you know what I mean” I said and hid my face into her neck

”You can’t even say the word tickle, awwww!” Natasha said adoring

I leaned more deeper into Natashas shoulder and she hugged me tightly.

”Thank you” I said with a quiet voice kinda hoping she wouldn’t hear.

”For what?” The redhead asked confused

”I- um… for being like a big sister to me, love you.” I told her very shyly

”You see me as a big sister? That is so sweet. I love you too so much”

”I do really, anyway from a topic to another… you’re such a softie Nat, I gotta tell others!!!”

I tried to run off but felt an arm grab my waist and pull me back, which caused me to get wrecked again by Nat.

#soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #ler!Natasha #lee!reader #tickle fic #marvel #natasha tickle fic

[simplee-dreaming]

The New Home

A/N: I am SO sorry this took so long for me to write. Thank you to the person who requested it - I hope it's okay!

Word count: 2169

Summary: Nat and Yelena introduce their sister to the Avengers compound after rescuing her from the Red Room

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“Guys. Guys! Shut up a minute,” Nat shouted over the chatter in the living room. Everyone stopped talking and turned their attention to you and Nat. 

“This is Y/N.”

“Y/N as in…as in your Y/N?” Bruce asked. 

“Yes. This is my other sister,” Nat put her arm around you. You were frozen to the spot, staring at everyone who now had their eyes on you. 

“Hi, I’m Clint,” he approached with his hand out ready to shake yours. You stepped backwards and took a sharp intake of breath.

“I don’t think she’s quite ready for human interaction yet,” Yelena said. She took you by the arm and led you out of the room. 

“Hey, I’ve known these guys for years, none of them will hurt her,” Nat said, following you out of the room. 

“Not many people enjoy being forced to meet so many people at once, let alone us,” Yelena responded. She led you upstairs to your room where you spent the rest of the night. 

“Yelena, she’s 23 now. She can handle herself,” you heard Nat tell Yelena on the other side of your door. 

“She was under Dreykov’s control for 20 years - longer than the two of us. It’s going to take a while for her to adapt to real life,” Yelena responded. 

“I know that, but these guys are family. They will protect her.” 

You heard Yelena huff and walk away, Nat calling after her. You sank back into your bed sheets and closed your eyes - not wanting to engage with anyone. 

“Good morning.”

You rolled onto your back to find Yelena stood at the foot of your bed. 

“What time is it?” You groaned, sitting up. 

“9am. Wanted to give you some rest without oversleeping,” she said. “How are you feeling?” 

“Is Nat here?” 

“No, she’s in the kitchen.” 

“Is everyone with her?” 

“No idea. She was alone when I left to come up here but people may have gathered by now.” 

You groaned again, flopping back down onto your bed. 

“I don’t wanna speak to anyone.” 

“That’s understandable. But you’re stuck here now so you’re gonna have to meet them at some point,” Yelena said, somewhat sympathetically. 

“How did you do it? First time you met them?” 

“Well I tried to kill Clint and think I scarred Peter whilst doing so. But I’ve never been a fan of physical touch.”

“You’ve never been a fan of people.”

“How do you know that? You haven’t seen me properly in 20 years.” 

“Since you guys rescued me, I kinda got an inkling that you’re not a people person.” 

“What gave that away?” 

“The first thing I saw once I was freed, was you beating up the security guards and yelling at everyone.”

“They were trying to kill us! Excuse me for being a protector,” she shrugged. “Besides, Nat’s right. These guys are harmless.” 

“I heard one of them killed 80 people in two days.” 

“Harmless to innocent people…” 

You huffed. 

“Come with me?” You asked.

“What, did you think I was going to send you out alone? Even I’m not that harsh,” Yelena said, offering you her hand. You sat up and smiled at her. 

“I don’t think you’ll make a great first impression in that nightie though,” she chuckled. 

“Oh shit, right.” 

You quickly got changed and followed Yelena downstairs, cowering behind her more when you reached the kitchen. You let out a sigh of relief when you found Nat cooking alone. 

“Hey you! Breakfast? I made eggs!” She scraped out the last of the fried eggs from the frying pan and set them on some toast. 

“I’m not hungry,” you said quietly. 

“Today’s a new day, kid. It’s gonna be just fine,” Nat said, reassuringly. 

“Goooooood morning!” a cheerful Scott sang as he entered the kitchen. “Ooh eggs.” 

He went to grab a plate but Nat slapped his hand away.

“Make your own eggs,” she said. 

“Feisty today aren’t we? Sharing is caring!” 

Nat glared at him.

“Alright, alright, I’ll make my own. Good morning, Y/N. I hope you slept well?” He asked. 

You nodded shyly but went bright red.

“Oh what a beautiful morning. Oh what a beautiful da-” Tony danced into the kitchen. “I didn’t expect anyone to be in here.” 

“There’s like 20 people in this house, the kitchen is hardly ever quiet,” Yelena said. 

“What’s up with grumpy gills?” Tony asked, gesturing at Nat who was scowling at Scott.

“Scott tried to steal her breakfast,” Yelena informed. 

“Ah.” Tony glided over to Nat. “Good morning starshine. The Earth says hello!” 

She turned to him and rolled her eyes. 

“Really?” 

“Okay. Not in the mood for chirpy greetings then. Ah, Y/N, how are you doing?” 

“Okay..” you whispered quietly.

“Good! I trust you slept well? Vision is pretty damn good at making beds.” 

“Vision?” 

“The red robot dude. Very nice…not so good with sarcasm though…” Scott said with a mouthful of toast. “Anywho, I’m going to jump in the shower before Thor does. Heaven knows what he gets up to in there.” 

Scott dashed out of the kitchen before Tony said his goodbyes and left you, Nat and Yelena to it. 

“Actually, I might have some toast,” you said, quietly. Nat smiled and popped a slice of bread in the toaster. 

It was now midday and you felt a bit more comfortable in the compound. Okay, you were basically glued to Yelena’s hip but that’s not the point. 

“How are you doing kid?” Yelena asked. 

“Okay, I think. Everyone seems nice,” you replied. 

“Oi, Buck! I called bagsy!” Sam yelled as he chased Bucky into the living room. You shifted uncomfortably on the sofa. 

“Bagsy doesn’t count unless you can outrun me,” Bucky replied, grabbing the TV remote. 

“Nah that’s not how it works and you know it.”

“Slow and steady doesn’t always win the race my friend,” Bucky shrugged. 

“Ladies, back me up here. Calling bagsy means you get it first, despite anything else,” Sam turned to you and Yelena. 

“Leave me out of your stupid arguments,” Yelena sighed. 

“Look, man, all I’m saying is you can call bagsy all you want. But as long as you make the effort to follow it through then it’s yours,” Bucky shrugged again. 

“Did the mind control fuck up your brain that much?” Sam snapped back. 

You flinched at his words. 

“Oi, Sam!” Yelena said sternly. 

“What? Oh…oh god, Y/N I’m sorry,” Sam said, clocking the look on your face. 

“Nice one, Sam,” Bucky scolded.

“You started it, you prick,” Sam said, agitated. 

Tears shot to your eyes and you ran out of the room.

“Maybe you should think about your insults next time,” Yelena said, standing up.

“I didn’t mean it, let me apologise-”

“No. I don’t think she’ll want to talk to anyone at the moment,” Yelena snapped.

“What happened?” Nat asked, entering the room. “Y/N bolted past me but I couldn’t catch her.” 

“Ask this genius,” Yelena gestured at Sam. 

“I got angry with Bucky and made a comment about his mind control. I didn’t clock that Y/N was also in the room. I’m really sorry,” Sam said, apologetically. 

“We’ll go and talk to her and you can apologise when she comes back downstairs. But for now, you two need to stop bickering and sort your shit out,” Nat said. 

You heard a light tap on your door as Yelena and Nat slowly entered.

“I can’t do this, I can’t speak to them. I don’t want to be reminded of that place,” you sobbed quietly into your pillow. 

“Hey, hey. This is your first setback. Sam didn’t mean what he said, him and Bucky are just an old married couple who argue over everything,” Nat said, sitting beside you. 

“Is my mind control going to fuck me up too?” You asked. Nat and Yelena’s heart sank. 

“Absolutely not. I mean, look at us, we turned out okay,” Nat said. 

“Well, one of us did,” Yelena replied. Nat gently slapped her on the arm.

“Look, Y/N. You’re not a fuck up, nor will you ever be. You were under his control for the longest so it’ll probably take you longer to heal which is absolutely okay. But for now, you’re going to stay at this compound under mine and Yelena’s protection 24/7 so no one can hurt you,” Nat put her hand on your shoulder as a few more tears leaked from your eyes. 

“Yeah, no one can ever get past us. We’re known as the monsters of the compound,” Yelena chimed in. 

“Monsters?” You whispered. 

“Big scary monsters who no one wants to mess with. In fact, even you tried your luck many times as a kid but failed,” she continued. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You don’t remember? Every time you tried to defeat us monsters but you never could. You fell far too weak.” 

Nat smiled as she caught on to what Yelena was saying. 

 “What are you talking about?” 

“You always thought you could fight us but little Y/N was never able to,” Nat teased, softly running her hand up your side making your body twitch. 

“And every time you begged us to stop but then always came back for more,” Yelena teased, positioning herself at the foot of your bed. 

“Guys…” you trailed off, slowly catching on to what they meant. 

“You know, Yelena, I think Y/N could use a visit from the monsters. Seems like she needs a good laugh.” 

“Couldn’t agree more, sis,” Yelena dragged her nails up your soles and you shrieked. 

“Wait…no…” 

“Come on Y/N, how else will we make sure you’re truly happy?” Nat asked, walking her fingers up your sides, making you giggle. 

“Ready Nat?” Yelena asked.

“Always.” 

Both sisters launched themselves at you before you had time to argue. Yelena trapped one foot under her arm whilst she scribbled up and down your soles with her nails. Nat sat by the side of you and tasered your sides and tickled your tummy. Your arms flailed about and you kicked with your free foot.

“Still as ticklish as when you were a kid eh, Y/N?” Yelena teased, her fingers now tickling your toes. 

You screamed loudly in response and fell back into a fit of laughter, weakly batting Nat’s hands away and kicking Yelena. 

“Now, now, no need for violence!” Nat scolded as she sat on top of you and pinned your arms above your head. “If I remember rightly, your armpits were always your worst spot.” 

Nat let go of your arms and shoved her hands in your armpits. You let out a massive scream and bucked as much as you could. 

“Yep, still her most ticklish spot,” Nat laughed, turning to Yelena who had now trapped both your feet under one arm and was dancing her fingers across your soles. 

“GUHUHUYS AHAHAHA!” You cried, thrashing from side to side.

“Yes?” They both responded in unison. You couldn’t answer as Yelena picked up the speed of her fingers tickling your feet and Nat continued to torture your underarms. 

“If you want me to stop tickling your armpits then you’re gonna need to let my hands go!” Nat said but you shook your head violently. 

“I CAHAHAHAN’T!” 

“Well then, you’re just going to have to take the tickles,” Nat sang, though she managed to free one hand and started squeezing your ribs. This elicited more of a reaction from you. 

“Damn, Yelena, I think I’ve found another tickle spot - listen to those screams!” 

“Now this I need to see,” Yelena let your feet go and joined Nat by your upper body. 

“Hold her down,” Nat instructed. Yelena grabbed your arms and held them above your head. 

“No no no no please no!” You begged as Nat hovered over your ribs. 

“Don’t worry doll, I got to check this out.”

Nat then tasered in between each rib bone and you screamed louder than ever before. 

“Damn, that is a bad spot!” Yelena giggled as you tried to thrash under Nat. 

“NAHAHAHAT PLEHEHEHASE!” You shrieked in between laughter. She giggled with you and wiggled her fingers across your ribs. You let out one final scream before falling into silent laughter, your face going bright red. 

“Okay, okay, I’m done now. Breathe Y/N,” Nat said, ceasing her attack but still giggling. Yelena let go of your arms and you took a sharp intake of breath. 

“Feeling better?” Nat asked, getting off you.

“Yeah…” you giggled. 

“And hey, if you want we can go and tickle Sam for what he said too.” 

“What did he-oh shit, yeah,” 

“See, all that tickling made you forget about the bad stuff,” Yelena said, helping you up. “But seriously, most people in here are mega ticklish so we can always attack them if they upset you.”

“Even Vision?” You asked. They both went silent.

“You know, I’ve never thought about that,” Nat replied. She turned to you and smiled, “shall we find out?”

#tickle fic #avengers tickle fic #ler!yelena belova #ler!natasha romanoff #lee!reader

[bambinella]

Sand, sea and sunscreen!

A/N: This is one specifically for @widowsistersandfriends​ and I had a blast writing it! Enjoy my lady!

Summary: Natasha, Yelena and Y/N go on a small vacation to a private beach to have the time of their lives

Warnings: Fluff, overload of fluff

Word count: 3640

“Are we there yet?” You and Yelena asked at the exact same time, making Natasha snort and roll her eyes. The three of you - and Fanny - were currently on the way to the private beach Tony hired for the entire weekend, with a resort where you would be pampered and spoiled beyond imagination. And to say the least, all of you were excited.

“God, you’re both six year-olds,” Natasha chuckled while shaking her head, continuing to drive the car towards their destination. “I already told you at least five times that we’ll arrive in ten minutes,” She said, earning a groan from both of you. While you weren’t officially related, you were just as impatient as Yelena, it seemed.

“Can’t you drive faster?” You whined while wrapping your arm around Fanny to scratch one of her ears, earning a glare from Natasha through the mirror.

“Y/N, I don’t have any speeding tickets with my motor, I’m not about to change that with this car,” She said, raising an eyebrow at you. 

“That’s bullshit, we both know the only reason you don’t have speeding tickets is because the police are too intimidated to give any to the ‘Black Widow’,” Yelena said with a smug grin, earning another eye roll from her sister.

“Oh that’s so cheating!” You added, folding your arms as you looked at Natasha through the small mirror at the front. “And there’s no police nearby, you can definitely drive faster now!”

“It doesn’t change the fact that I don’t have a single speeding ticket,” The redhead replied with a smile, now making the two of you roll your eyes. “And Y/N, if you ask me to speed up one more time, I’m pulling over the car to put you in the trunk,” She said, smiling way too innocently at you.

You relented with a sigh and leaned back into the seat, impatiently staring out of the window. Guess you had to suffer for another ten minutes.

“When was the last time you went to the beach?” Yelena asked, making you turn your head towards her. “I can’t even remember my last time,” She added with a huff.

“I think it’s when I was six or seven years old,” You said, rummaging your brain for the memory from when you were young. “After that we moved away from the coast, and I barely had free time anymore to make the trip there. I still love the sight of the shore, and the sun glinstering on the sea, so you have no idea how happy I am to be here,” You said with a wide smile. 

Natasha didn’t lie, because indeed ten minutes later she pulled over at the parking of the resort, chuckling as you two jumped out of the car as fast as you could. While Natasha and Yelena grabbed the large bags, you ran up one of the dunes so you could stare at the water. Oh how you had missed this view. Your body instantly relaxed as you felt at peace, lowering your guard as you were mesmerized by the sea. However, by doing this, you had forgotten your first rule while hanging out with the Widow Sisters: never let your guard down.

You felt two hands latching onto your sides, quickly squeezing up and down. You squealed in surprise and sunk to your knees, a surprised giggle leaving your lips.

“Last one at the sea is the biggest turd of the day!” Yelena yelled, letting go of you as she rushed by you to start the race. Luckily, the three of you had already put on your swimming suits before the start of the journey, so you ran after Yelena without a worry.

“That was cheating and you know it!” You playfully yelled at Yelena, making the blonde cackle as she dashed further away from you.

“All is fair when I’m the one doing it!” She countered, making you roll your eyes with a wide grin. You should have expected an answer like that, but you didn’t really mind it either.

You both ran towards the sea - Fanny had already reached the water -  as you were almost running next to each other, about to reach the edge of the water. However, before either of you could claim victory, you saw a flash of red pass you by as Natasha won your silly little race.

“Oh come on!” Yelena whined, putting her hands on her knees as she finished a close second. “I almost won that! This was between me and Y/N!” She pouted, earning a teasing chuckle from her sister. You put your hands on your knees, catching your breath while watching them.

“You really thought you could have a competition without me winning it?” Natasha asked, raising an eyebrow with a smirk, playfully poking her sister’s cheek. Yelena rolled her eyes again, yet quickly turned to you with a grin on her face.

“I still won from you, since you came in last, so that means you’re the turd of the day!” She cackled, making you playfully groan at her. However, an idea quickly came to mind.

“Well,” You said with a mischievous smile. “Guess I’ll have to live up to my name then!” You said, before splashing a wave of cold water against Yelena’s back. The blonde squealed and hopped forward, making you burst into laughter from her reaction.

“Oh it’s on now!” The younger sister declared, sending an even bigger wave in your direction. The three of you started an all-out water battle, with Fanny barking loudly while jumping around you ladies. Natasha easily won against you both, yet while working together you managed to completely soak her as well. By the time you were finished, you three were exhausted and giggling. The next few hours were spent playing ‘fetch’ with Fanny, having epic battles in the sea and tanning, and it was pure bliss.

All of you were currently laying on your towels, stacking up on vitamin D as Natasha suddenly sat up, looking at you both.

“I’m going to the sea again, anyone want to join me?” She asked, immediately earning a nod from Yelena, who sat up as well.

“Yeah I’m coming, I feel like I’m being fried here,” She huffed, lightly kicking your butt with her foot. “What about you, Short Stuff?” The blonde asked with a smirk. You rolled your eyes at her and shook your head, before turning to Natasha.

“You can go ahead without me this time, I feel like I need to tan a little more,” You explained with a smile. “I’ll go with you next time! Besides, I feel like you two need to have another race to the water, to see who’s the actual winner this time,” You smirked.

The sisters shared a glance, and without another word they took off at the same time, dashing towards the water once more. You let out a laugh and shook your head, watching them disappear in the distance. Being here with Natasha and Yelena was still surreal to you, even if you had hung out with them countless times before. The sisters had taken a liking to you when you met, and you started spending your free time with them. Unlike the many, many other women that became friends with Natasha, Yelena didn’t feel that overwhelming jealousy when she was with you, which made it much easier to become friends with her. You couldn’t help but feel blessed that they had chosen you as one of their close friends, because it meant spending quality time with them at places like this.

You looked over at Natasha’s towel, and noticed her sunscreen partly laying in the sand. Reaching over, you grabbed it and started to dust the sand off. That’s when a mischievous smile formed on your face as you had an idea. You sat up quickly and turned over towards Yelena’s bag, grabbing one of the small plastic bags meant for Fanny. Putting the sunscreen in the bag, to prevent sand from reaching it, you buried it in the sand between your towels. After making sure it didn’t look suspicious, you closed your eyes with a smile and enjoyed the warmth of the sun.

By the time the sisters returned, you had dozed off, making them look at each other with a wide grin. Natasha moved silently next to you, before squeezing the end of her hair with her hands, making the cold water drip on top of your bare stomach. You let out a high-pitched squeal, immediately sitting up straight while covering your stomach. Both Yelena and Natasha burst into laughter and high fived, making you groan.

“Did you really have to wake me up in the rudest way possible?” You whined, yet smiled while rubbing your eyes. Natasha shrugged and sat herself down on her towel with a smirk.

“Your fault for falling asleep,” She merely said, making you drop down on your towel with another annoyed yet playful groan. Yelena cackled again and sat down too, while Natasha reached to grab her sunscreen. After a moment of looking, and not finding it, she turned to you.

“Y/N, have you seen my sunscreen?” She asked, making you open your eyes. Oh right, that had happened. You turned your head towards and shook it without hesitation, leaning on your elbows.

“No I haven’t… wasn’t it on your towel earlier?” You asked, helping her to seem more innocent in the long run. The older sister checked again, even underneath the towel this time, before turning to Yelena with a glare.

“Where did you put it?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at her sister. The blonde scoffed and sat up, not happy with the accusation.

“I didn’t take your sunscreen, Poser,” She huffed, folding her arms while raising an eyebrow herself. “Maybe you should take better care of your stuff,”

“I won’t ask it again, Lena,” Natasha warned, a smirk slowly forming on her face. She was going to get her sunscreen back, no matter what it took.

“Are you dumb? I was with you all the time!” Yelena protested, recognizing the look in Natasha’s eyes. “If anyone took your sunscreen, it had to be Y/N!”

Natasha blinked at the rather logical explanation, turning to you once more. You gulped, yet remained as calm as possible, since there was no other evidence pointing towards you. After all, you had helped her, right?

“Y/N, did you take my sunscreen?” She asked, and you couldn’t help but shiver at the mischievous undertone of the question. You knew that if she somehow found it you took it, you would die. So, you shook your head again.

“I didn’t take it, and I don’t know where it is,” You lied, feeling your heartbeat becoming faster under Natasha’s watchful gaze. She looked at your face for a long second - a few seconds too long for your comfort, actually - before looking away with a nod.

“Yelena, can I borrow your sunscreen, until we find mine?” She asked, earning a nod from the younger sister. You let out a breath of air, relaxing as the tension seemed to be over for now. You had a stupid smile on your face as you realized she had managed to get away with the small lie, from Natasha, of all people. You three laid down on your towels, and there was a small peace and quiet for a few minutes, before Natasha rolled on her side to look at you.

“Say Y/N… you mentioned in the car that it has been many years since you last came to the beach, but have you ever been buried underneath a sand castle?” She asked, making you look at her with wide, excited eyes. In truth, you hadn’t, and it was something you wanted to do today, but had been too embarrassed about to ask them.

“No I haven’t, but I would like to! I mean, if you don’t mind, of course,” You rambled, earning a chuckle from the redhead.

“If I minded, then I wouldn’t be suggesting it, now would I?” Natasha asked with her signature smirk, which made you blush and giggle. “Well then, let’s get to it! Yelena, up up, I need your help with this,” She added, making the blonde groan.

“Oh come on, I was about to take a nap,” She protested, yet got up anyway. She knew better than to ignore Natasha’s ask for help. You found it very cute.

In a matter of minutes the two sisters had buried you - not that far away from the towels, so they had a close eye on all your stuff - underneath a big pile of sand. A really big pile actually, you realized, as you couldn’t move at all. You had expected to be able to wiggle your way out in some way, but it appeared you were stuck. Not that you minded, though, you were having the time of your life. Natasha was currently making tunnels at the sides, and Yelena was busy shaping different towers.

“Enjoying yourself?” Natasha asked you with a smile, earning an eager nod from you. She had no idea how much fun you were having. However, before you could tell her exactly how much, she shifted next to you with a wider smile.

“Where did you put my sunscreen, Y/N?” Natasha asked, catching you off guard as you looked at her with big eyes. You had not expected that question, since you were convinced she had believed your lie earlier.

“I-I didn’t take it,” You said, yet it sounded more like a question, and it was all the confirmation Natasha needed. Yelena watched you both, now realizing why her sister had requested her help earlier.

“You really thought you could lie to me and get away with it?” Natasha asked with an innocent smile, making you gulp. You tried to move away from her, yet were quickly reminded that you were at their mercy to get out. You knew you were in trouble.

“... You’ll never make me talk?” You said, unable to keep a wide grin from your face as anticipation was building up inside of you. You knew it was useless to lie any longer.

“Hmm… we’ll see,” Natasha said with a grin, sticking one of her hands through the holes at the sides. Next thing you knew, you felt long fingernails scribbling against your bare stomach. You gasped and let out a squeal, a surprised giggle escaping from your lips.

“No! Nohhohohohhoho! Ahahahahaha stohohohohhoop!” You giggled, immediately trying to jerk away from her hand. To your horror, you realized that you were completely unable to move your body, with your neck, head and part of your legs being the only things sticking out from underneath the sand.

“Stop you say? Sure, as soon as you tell me where my sunscreen is,” Natasha said with a smirk, speeding up her tickles on your stomach. You were too distracted by the redhead to notice that Yelena had disappeared, until you felt a set of nails wiggle against your left foot.

“Better fess up, or suffer the consequences,” Yelena teased, fluttering her nails against the middle of your foot. You threw your head back with a squeal of laughter, your laughter immediately shooting up.

“NAAHAHAHHAHA! OHOHOHOHOHO NOHHOHOHOO! STOHOHOHOHOHOP!” You cried out at the tickle attack, wiggling your foot side to side since it was all you could do. Yelena smirked at your reaction, gently holding your big toe to keep your foot still.

“Oh? Did I find a good tickle spot? Right here?” She teased, scratching two nails faster against your arch. Natasha smirked and reached in a little further, her nails tickling right underneath your bellybutton as she watched your reaction. You closed your eyes shut and shook your head side to side, cursing yourself for falling for Natasha’s trap.

“BAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHA! THAHAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHIHHIIHICKLES!!” You cried out, your free foot wiggling frantically since the other one was stuck in the blonde’s grasp.

“It’s punishment, dear, it’s supposed to tickle,” Natasha chuckled, emphasizing her point by sticking her arm into the other tunnel to squeeze at your ribs. “Where did you put my sunscreen?” She asked again, gently jabbing a single finger between your upper ribs. It tickled more than you could handle but, stubborn as you were, you merely shook your head while laughing your heart out.

Natasha tsked and pulled her arms free from the tunnels, standing up as she scanned the beach, obviously looking for something. Yelena had added her second hand, gently scratching at both your heels with her long nails, while grinning teasingly at you.

“I CAAHAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIT!” You howled with laughter, unable to shake off her fingers no matter how quickly you wiggled your feet. Yelena merely cackled at your attempt, yet stopped soon after to look at Natasha who had returned with two stiff feathers. They both gave you a breather as they swapped places, the redhead sitting herself down at your feet.

“Alright,” She said with a wide smirk, holding up both feathers for you to see. “Are you ready to talk yet?” The older sister asked, raising an eyebrow at you. Your eyes widened at the sight of the feathers, a gasp leaving your lips.

“No! No please! Plehehehehease no!” You begged, unable to hold back the giggles of anticipation. Yelena chuckled at that, shaking her head while looking at you.

“Silly Y/N, already giggling and we’re not even tickling you yet,” The blonde teased, sticking her hand in one of the tunnels to drill a finger into your hip. “I mean, I can imagine if I did this you would laugh, because it would tickle,” She casually said with a mischievous smile. You shrieked and tried to arch your back, to no avail, while giggling even faster. At the same time, you felt two feathers brush up and down against the bottoms of your feet, sending you into another fit of laughter.

“The sooner you confess, the sooner this will end~,” Natasha said in a sing-song voice, fluttering both feathers against the middle of your arches, smiling widely at your loud laughter. She brushed them up and down the middle of your feet, sewed them against the outer sides and fluttered the tips side to side underneath your toes, all while Yelena tickled your hip and ribs. Needless to say, you were dying of laughter.

“OKAHAHAY PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAHAP I’LL TAAHAHAHAHAHALK!” You cried out at last, tears of laughter forming in the corners of your eyes as you were unable to bear the sensations any longer. They both stopped simultaneously, smirking at each other while sitting back. You panted heavily and tried to catch your breath, before turning to Natasha.

“It’s… hah… I buried it in a… a plastic bag between our towels,” You breathed, trying hard to resist the urge to giggle at the lingering sensations. Natasha dropped the feathers and stood up, making her way towards the towels. Just like you said, she found the little plastic bag buried in the sand and shook her head with a smile.

“You really are the biggest turd of the day,” She said to you, sitting herself down on her own towel while putting away the small bottle. You giggled and tried to squirm free again, yet you were still stuck.

“Can I get out now?” You requested with a big, innocent smile. The older sister thought about it for a second, yet Yelena quickly butted in.

“Not so fast, Y/N,” She said, sitting next to your head while holding the feathers Natasha had dropped earlier. “Or did you forget you almost framed me for stealing the sunscreen, huh? I need to give you some punishment of my own for that,” The younger sister grinned, wasting no time as she swept both feathers side to side against your neck. You immediately burst into mad giggles, shaking your head side to side.

“Yelenaaahahahhaha nohohohoho! Ohohohoho stahahahahap thahaaaahahahahhat!” You pleaded, goosebumps covering your skin from the gentle tickles.

“You should have thought of that before, I have no sympathy for you,” She said with a smirk, brushing the tips against the little area underneath your ears. You jerked side to side, desperately attempting to break free from the sand prison.

“Nataaaahhahahashaaahaha! Hehehehehehelp meeehhehehehehehe!” You cried out at the older widow, yet she merely shook her head at you.

“You got yourself into this mess, little one, you need to suffer ALL the consequences,” She teased, which only made you giggle louder and faster. Yelena continued to feather your neck, occasionally tickling your ears, before finally pulling you away. You were a giggling mess, your cheeks bright red as your hair was covered with sand.

“You’re a mess,” Yelena teased, yet she and Natasha were quick to dig you out of your prison, both of them brushing their nails against your sides and stomach every now and then to make you squeal. As soon as you were freed, you stood up to dust yourself off, playfully glaring at them.

“I admit I was a turd, but you didn’t need to do THAT, you know,” You protested, yet couldn’t help but smile.

“Actually, I believe you deserved all of that,” Natasha said, to which Yelena nodded while folding her arms with a smirk. “However, it’s getting rather late, so how about this: we go to the water one last time, and then we get ready for the resort?” She suggested, to which you both nodded.

You and Yelena looked at each other for a second, a grin spreading on your faces.

“LAST ONE AT THE WATER IS STILL THE BIGGEST TURD!” You both yelled at the same time, before dashing towards the sea. Natasha playfully rolled her eyes, yet quickly ran after her two little sisters.

#Marvel #Marvel fanfic #Black Widow #Natasha Romanoff #Yelena Belova #fem!Reader #ler!Natasha #ler!Yelena #lee!Reader #fluff #platonic #beach #Tickling #Natasha x Yelena #Yelena x Natasha #Natasha x reader #Yelena x reader

[the-doomed-witch]

SLUT!

WandaNat x AFAB!GN!Reader

Summary: Daddy and mommy need their toy.

Word Count: ≈0.9k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. Just pwp, double penetration, cum filled straps (r receiving), breeding kink, gagging, degradation, sort of objectification, reader is wearing a collar, daddy (n), mommy (w), sub!reader, Wanda just can’t keep her hands off lol

Author’s Note: Long time no see, folks. Here’s some smut because I haven’t written in months. I just use this blog as a means to honrypost but in a fanfic way. Hope you all like this. Reblogs/comments are much welcome & appreciated <3 GIF credits to creators

MASTERLIST // NAVIGATION // REQUESTS CLOSED

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“Easy, baby, easy,” Wanda whispers as she bottoms out inside you. Her slender fingers tug at the small black collar around your neck, the fingertips tickling your skin. The sensation of being so filled makes you whimper and moan at the top of your voice.

“You’re not making it easier for daddy, now shush. Don’t move, just a little more.” Natasha orders from behind you, her strap waiting to penetrate you. She grabs the side of your hips to hold them in place, and stretches them open for her convenience. “Please, daddy, I can’t…” you protest, but Wanda tugs at your collar harshly, almost making you choke on your own spit. “Shhh darling, let mommy and daddy play with their slut,” she speaks right into your ear and bites the earlobe.

And when Natasha’s strap is inside your ass, your groans intensify with the feeling of being so thoroughly penetrated. Thrust thrust thrust, the two women absolutely devour your holes.

From behind you, Natasha kisses the side of your neck, biting down on the skin. Your head is thrown back as soon as you feel the sinking teeth indenting your skin. Wanda pounds your throbbing cunt, the wet slick running down your thigh. “Taking mommy’s cock so well, baby,” she speaks hushedly, “Just like the dick riding whore that you are.”

The mere words tighten a knot inside your belly.

“And daddy’s too,” Natasha murmurs in your other ear, as she thrusts the strap more violently. Her hips are in sync with Wanda’s, both cocks being shoved inside your holes at the same time. Your hands grab Wanda’s waist, scratching her bare skin with the tight grip of your nails.

Your groans get progressively louder, as your butt cheeks bounce with the vehement fucking. Natasha keeps whispering sweet nothings in your ear, and Wanda hums to Natasha fantasies and words in the other. Your body is wholly consumed by the two women you feel the utmost passion for.

You pleadingly look at Wanda’s face on your side, silently begging for release. “What’s that baby? Wanna cum for mommy?”

You nod eagerly in reply, thinking that maybe this time, you could cum without any more resistance. Deep down, you wanted to be denied as well, though.

Natasha turns your face towards herself, holding your chin firmly. “Not yet, baby. Let daddy play with her fucktoy. You’re so tight around daddy’s cock.” Without much warning, two of her fingers part your lips and choke your throat, while Wanda pulls the collar around your neck. Your nails dig deeper into Wanda’s skin.

Wanda uses her other hand to pinch your nipple, and flicks the hardened bud to stimulate your entire nervous system. God it feels so good. Beads of sweat run down your bodies, and the dark room is getting hotter by the minute. The knot inside your belly keeps tightening.

Once satisfied with the gagging, Natasha retracts her digits from your mouth, a coat of saliva dripping around them. She uses the same fingers to flick your clit in circular motions.

With a hoarse voice, you beg once again, “Please, daddy, please mommy, want to cum, please.” You can feel your pussy clenching around the dick.

They both exchange a glance and give you a smirk. “Cum for mommy and daddy, slut,” Wanda instructs authoritatively. As soon as you feel yourself reach your climax, both of the straps ejaculate inside of you. The warm liquids of your bodies infuse your pussy and your ass, and drip down from the base of the strap-ons.

After one final thrust, Natasha pulls out, letting you fall back in her arms. But Wanda is too focused into dumping all the liquids inside you, that she fucks the trickling cum back into your cunt. “Mommy please… hurts…”

“Easy darling, mommy just wants you to be her little cum dump,” Natasha whispers from behind you. Both her hands cup your breasts, groping them gently with her palms. You keep whimpering and squirming, till Wanda slows down and pulls the faux dick out.

Her breathing is heavy after the intense fucking, so she closes her eyes and smiles, wiping the sweat off her forehead. She immediately leaps forward to kiss you sloppily, almost tossing you, as well as Natasha, over. She watches the two of you make out adoringly but doesn’t resist grasping Wanda’s jaw and kissing her too. Her hands do not move away from your tits, softly kneading them as you lean back against her, taking a deep breath.

Wanda rubs your clit softly, now a swollen nub. The action jolts your whole body as her fingers churn up the exuding juices from your pussy. You moan incoherently, mumbling for her to stop. “Daddy please…” you plead to Natasha as well. They both pull away from the kiss and smirk at you, and Wanda ceases her fingering.

You look at Natasha, head tilted towards your left. Her gaze catches yours in the moment, as you both pant heavily. Your fingers entwine with Natasha’s hair, tucking it back and planting a smooch on her lips. Towards your right, waits Wanda, for her turn too.

It just all makes more sense without words.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #Wanda maximoff x you #Wanda maximoff x y/n #Wanda maximoff smut #Natasha Romanoff #Natasha romanoff x reader #Natasha romanoff x you #Natasha romanoff x y/n #Natasha Romanoff smut #wandanat #wandanat x reader #wandanat smut

[widowsistersandfriends]

Sneak Peek

Summary: You are too eager to open your presents, so you figure one peek won't hurt. The Avengers know just the right way to playfully punish you.

Note: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! I hope you guys have been able to spend quality time with family and friends! I hope you enjoy this fic!

Word Count: 1644

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You were living at the Avengers compound with many of the Avengers, including the Widow sisters, Steve, Peter, Wanda, Kate and many others. This was your second time celebrating Christmas with them, so you were more used to the traditions. 

Bright and early in the morning, you guys would open presents and then eat a nice big breakfast. Each year they would rotate who would cook. This year, it was you, Peter and Wanda. However, you were looking forward most to opening presents. You were so eager that you couldn’t wait for morning.

You snuck downstairs quietly, making sure to not make any noise to not get caught. You tiptoed towards the tree, using your phone flashlight to look for the gifts that had your name on it. You grabbed a box that had your name on it, being careful to not let the wrapping paper make too much noise. 

You had succeeded in making a pile of your gifts and were ready to start peeking. However, you were so focused on being quiet that you didn’t notice Fanny and Lucky coming up behind you. The two dogs were so interested in the tree and presents and came up next to you. Fanny licked your face, as Lucky nuzzled into your neck.

You let out a yelp of surprise, gently pushing the dogs away.

“Fanny! Lucky! What are you guys doing?” You whispered, knowing the dogs would not answer.

The dogs panted and started sniffing the boxes around you.

“Don’t open those!” You said, trying to move them away from the dogs. However, you got frazzled and let a few boxes topple, causing a loud noise. 

You panicked and wondered about what to do next. You could either stay and tell them the truth, stay and blame it on the dogs, or run and hide in your bedroom.

You decided to stay and blame it on the dogs.

“I owe you one,” you whispered to the dogs, as they continued to smile. 

“Y/N, what on earth is going on?” Natasha asked, walking out and looking half asleep.

“The dogs were trying to open the presents, so I came down to try and stop them before it was too late,” you explained, hoping that your lie would work.

Natasha eyed you suspiciously, knowing that the dogs were asleep before they went to bed.

“How did you know they were opening the presents?” Natasha asked you.

“Umm, I just heard them,” you insisted stubbornly.

“You know we have security cameras around the compound, right?” Natasha said, now smirking.

“Don’t check them!” You blurted out

“What is all this racket?” Yelena said, coming out of their bedroom, her accent strong as she had just woken up.

“I caught Y/N lying and trying to peek at her presents,” Natasha said, as you shook your head and tried to retell your lie to Yelena. 

“It was your crazy dog!” You insisted, scooting away from the two sisters.

“Let’s just see, shall we?” Natasha said, reviewing the security camera footage with Yelena.

Just as the footage ended, you made a run for your room.

“Get back here, Y/N!” The two sisters called after you.

“Never!” You shouted, giggling because you knew you were busted.

You closed the door quickly to your room, only to have it opened a second later.

“No! Leave!” You said through giggles, as you backed up against the headboard of your bed.

“You’re in so much trouble, little one,” Yelena said, as the two sisters pounced on you and pinned you to the bed.

“Nohohoho! Lehehet me gohohoho,” you giggled hysterically.

“We’re not even tickling you yet,” Natasha said with a grin.

“Buhuhut I knohohow you wihill,” you giggled, shrieking as Natasha began drilling into your ribs.

“GAAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP,” you screamed, unable to squirm much underneath them.

“I can’t stop because I have to tickle little girls who lie all the time,” Natasha said, listening to the sweet sound of your giggles.

“Me too,” Yelena said, now tickling your feet and joining in.

“NOHOHO IHIHIT’S TOHOO MUHUHUCH,” you cried, feeling tears welling up in your eyes.

“Awww what are you, a little baby?” Natasha teased, worming her hands into your armpits.

You wheezed with laughter, tapping the bed to signal that you surrendered.

The two girls let you have a break, knowing that you were too ticklish to handle them for a long time all at once. 

“So, are you going to tell the truth?” Yelena asked, giving your knee a squeeze.

“No!” You yelped, trying to pull your leg away.

“Liars get tickled~” Yelena said, switching spots with Natasha and squeezing your sides rapidly.

“AHAHAHAHAHAA NOHOHO MOHOHORE,” you squealed, arching your back to no avail.

“Admit it,” Yelena said, grinning down at you.

“OHOHOKAY FIHIHINE IHIHI WAHAHAS SNOOHOHOOPING,” you shouted, laughing until you were pink.

“That’s what I thought,” Yelena said, poking your tummy.

“You guys are so rude,” you pouted.

“Aww c’mon don’t act like you don’t love to be tickled,” Natasha teased, as you blushed and didn’t answer.

“It’s late, Y/N, you need to go to sleep,” Yelena scolded playfully. 

“It’s a little too late for that,” Natasha said, as the sun started to rise.

“Well, guess you’ll get to open those presents after all,” Yelena said.

“So you tickled me for nothing?” You asked in disbelief.

“Oh don’t worry, we had a blast,” Natasha said, as you rolled your eyes playfully. 

The three of you headed downstairs to open presents. You eagerly greeted the others downstairs, excited to open presents. You all sat in a circle and took turns opening your gifts. You received some new clothes, a book of your favorite series, a new journal, and some colored pens.

“Alright, let’s get that breakfast going,” Wanda said, in charge of the two kids helping her.

“Do we have to,” you and Peter both whined, wanting to play with and use your new gifts.

“I know you guys want to play that new video game Peter got, but this year it’s our turn to cook,” Wanda said.

“I refuse,” you said cheekily, as Wanda raised an eyebrow at you.

“Is that so?” She asked.

You nodded your head nervously, as Wanda pinned you with her powers immediately.

“No please! I’ve already been tickled,” you pleaded, knowing that this time would be even worse. 

“You can never have too many tickles,” Wanda said, squeezing your hips.

“HAHHAHAHAHAAHA,” you laughed, unable to hold it in.

“You know there’s no escaping this, Y/N,” Wanda said, using her nails to tickle under your chin, making you squeal with laughter.

“Wow, you’re ticklish everywhere,” Wanda teased, as you shook your head in denial.

“STAHAHAHAHAP,” you cried, as Wanda tickled away at your stomach.

“PEHEHETER IHIHISNT HEHEHELPING EITHER!” You cried, trying to avert their attention.

“Hmm, you’re right,” Wanda said, pinning the young boy next to you.

“Steve? Wanna help?” Wanda asked.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Steve said, switching positions with Wanda. The witch was now by Peter, pinning his arms above his head and tickling his armpits.

“NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE,” he cried, knowing that his armpits were his worst spot.

“You’re just as much of a troublemaker as Y/N,” Wanda teased, as the poor boy was crying with laughter.

Steve came over to you, giving you a smirk.

“Well well well, what do we have here, Y/N? You just can’t stop causing trouble huh?” Steve asked, going towards your feet.

You groaned in anticipation, curling up your toes to protect them.

“Just get it over with,” you whined.

Steve decided to mess with you, going for a spot you weren’t expecting. He started to tickle your shins and over the tops of your feet, making you jerk out of surprise.

“GAH NO WHY AHAHAA,” you laughed, jumping from the sensation.

“Gotta continue the storyline of you being ticklish everywhere,” Steve said, now scratching behind the back of your knee.

“STAHAHAHAP THAHAHAT TIHIHICKLES,” you shouted.

“That’s the point,” Steve said with a grin.

“Now are you and Peter gonna help with the cooking?” Steve asked, continuing to torment your lower body.

You looked over at Peter, as he had given in after a bit of tickling from Wanda. She was the ultimate ler, but you were also the most stubborn girl on earth, so you were not going to give in.

“Maybe Peter will help, but I won’t,” you said stubbornly, sticking your tongue out at Steve.

“Guess we gotta go for the kill, huh?” Wanda said, as Steve sat on your hips and Wanda sat above your hands.

“OH GOD NO! WAIT! I’LL HELP!” You quickly gave in.

“Hmm, I think we have to make sure,” Wanda said, as she used her magic to tickle all over your neck and started raking her nails rapidly in your bare armpits. Meanwhile, Steve began to wiggle his finger in your belly button, making you shriek with laughter.

“OHOHO MY GOHOHOD STAHAHAP IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAD!” You screamed.

“Yeah? Then we must be doing our job right,” Steve teased, as your face turned bright red from the laughter and embarrassment. 

“IHIHI CAHAHAHANT! HEHEHELP IHIHI GIHIHIVE,” you cried, panting as they finally let you up.

“That’s what you get for being a brat,” they all said, making you feel greatly outnumbered.

“I am not a brat,” you insisted.

“We know you love being tickled, so the brat role fits you well,” Yelena chimed in, ruffling your hair.

You pouted and would never admit it, but you also knew you couldn’t take anymore tickles, so you decided to go help cook.

That Christmas was one of your favorites since it was the first time you helped cook the traditional breakfast. You looked forward to spending more time with them as the years went on, which also conveniently came with something you loved. Tickles.

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[ficsandgiggles]

Shortie (Nat x Reader)

The reader teases Natasha about her height, but the Black Widow quickly gets revenge.

“Gooooood morning shorty!” You greeted Natasha cheekily as you snuck up behind the slightly shorter woman and patting her head.

Ever since there was a super duper official test to see who was taller (which basically entailed Yelena making you two stand back to back and she confirmed you were ever so slightly taller), you have been super boastful about the fact you were taller than the Black Widow, and you loved teasing her about it.

Natasha rolled her eyes as she leaned away from you, gently batting your hand away. “You’re barely taller than me.” She told you and gently shoved you away.

“Tall enough for me to tease you forever about it.” You teased, poking her nose with a fond smile, deciding to really rub it in her face.

Nat raised her eyebrows and folded her arms. “You really think you’re safe to call me short?” She asked, and you just grinned in response, patting your head before going to the kitchen.

The red head rolled her eyes fondly before following you, deciding she needed a snack too.

Big mistake.

You decided to step back and smirk as you pretty much read Nats mind, she wanted some cookies. Specifically, the cookies you placed on the top shelf, you snuck up behind her as she groaned, looking up at the cookies before hesitantly reaching up to grab them.

You decided to risk your life by sneaking up behind her and poking under her arms. You couldn’t help but smirk as the red head squealed and slammed her arms down, turning round to face you as she narrowed her eyes.

“Did you really just do that?” Natasha asked as she folded her arms, raising an eyebrow as you couldn’t do anything but giggle.

The Black Widow responded to that by simply wriggling her fingers towards you now. “You better run.” She warned quietly as she took a single step towards you, which was more than enough to make you squeal and turn around, unable to stop yourself as you made one more comment.

“Try and catch me with your short legs!” You replied, squealing as you heard Natasha growl, causing you to make a run for it as you immediately dashed to your room, hiding under the bed as you knew you were screwed.

“Oh no you are not getting away with this.” Nat told you as she grabbed your ankles, scribbling into your feet as she dragged you out from under the bed, immediately straddling your waist with a smirk.

“Do I still look short to you?” She asked, raising her eyebrows and folding her arms, waiting for your answer.

However, you decided to hesitate, which was a huge mistake as Nat just rolled her eyes and shook her fingers into your ribs, grinning as you immediately burst into hysterical giggles, arching your back as you thrashed around helplessly.

“Can super short people do this? Huh?” Natasha teased, smirking as she squeezed rapidly into your sides, after pinning your hands under your knees since you had the nerve to try and get away.

“YEHEHEHHES ONLY SHOHOHORT PEOPLE!” You laughed out, arching your back as you kept squirming around, squealing as you felt Nat blew a raspberry on your neck.

“You just don’t learn, do you?” Nat chuckled as she now skittered all over your upper body, occasionally blowing a raspberry on your neck if she felt like you weren’t giggling enough.

“Thighs, sestra.” You heard an all too familiar accent call out, you turned to see Yelena with raised eyebrows, a cheeky smirk on her face as she casually watched you get wrecked.

“Oh? The thighs huh?” Natasha replied casually, simply putting her fingers on your thighs, which was more than enough to get you to flinch. Nat chuckled evilly and gave your thighs a simple squeeze, grinning as you squealed and kicked out immediately. “Don’t!”

“Oh Yelena, you were so right about this spot…” Nat told her sister before gently drilling rapidly into your thighs, shaking her thumbs right into the inner spots. The blonde just smirked before leaving the two of you to it.

“GEHEHEHET OHOHOHOFF MEHEHEHEEEE!” You screeched out, trying to pull your hands free so you could shove Natasha way, but the Black Widow simply drilled in even more with a smirk.

“But this is too cute.” She teased, giving you a slight break by scribbling under your knees, causing you to squeal and kick out.

“Aw you really are sensitive, huh?” She asked you teasingly, now squeezing into your hips with a cheeky grin as she watched you cackle and squirm.

Eventually, you had to tap out, your laughter went silent and you had stopped thrashing, making Natasha let you go and sit by you, gently rubbing your arm.

“Not so short now, am I?” She asked with a cheeky smile, making you groan and flip her off playfully, but not daring to talk back in case she made you subject to playful torture again.

“Anyway, a short person can’t do this, now let’s go and watch a movie or something.” Nat told you, throwing you over her shoulder and proudly carrying you to the lounge, where the two of you spent the rest of the evening watching cheesy movies together.

#avengers tickle #avengers tickle fic #marvel tickle fic #marvel tickle #ticklish!reader #ler!nat #ler!natasha

[valiantphantomangel]

hey! here’s a sentence starter for ya!! ik u wanna do ler!bucky&steve and lee!reader, so maybe they could like get mad at the reader for eating the last two cookies, and then chase them around and end up tickling them to pieces on the couch!! :D

sentence starter: “wait… steve, why are the last two cookies gone? did you eat them?”

Yes!!! I love this!!

Hope you like it💟

The cookie thief

"Wait... Steve, why are the last two cookie's gone, did you eat them?".

You were just about to walk into the common room with a cookie box in your hand when you heard bucky say that, quickly looking at the front of the box you saw in very clear letter's 'property of the super soldiers'.

Dammit why didn't I see that you cursed, taking the sugar from them was almost as serious when someone took Thor's pop tarts.

Looking for a good place to hide the evidence was a jacket from Clint hanging there. Perfect.

Hiding the box was a bit tricky since the stupid guy wore such thin jacket's but it worked.

Trying to act casually, you walked to the kitchen to get something to eat and sure enough double trouble was there.

"Hey guys" you said trying very hard not to let your voice crack.

"oh hey Y/N have you seen if anyone has taken out cookie box"? Steve said it like it was a war crime which made it even harder not to laugh.

"Now that you mention it, i did see Clint walking past me with a cookie box, but I'm not sure if it was yours".

By dumb luck you knew that no one was on a mission which came in handy when it was needed to blame someone.

The two super soldiers's speed walked away and a few minutes later Clint's bright laugh ring around in the compound, letting out a small laugh you opened the fridge, sneaking out a cola.

Sitting down on one of the many couche you zapped through the channel's until you found f/s (favorite show) and laid back in the couch cushions.

About two episodes later Steve and buck came in, when they sat on either side of you, panic started to set in.

"So did you find your sweets"? You innocently asked.

"Yes we did and found out something very interesting when we tortured Barton" bucky replied, with that very troubling smirk.

You swallowed, "Really"?

"When Barton was in need of a break he said something of quit importance, what was it again Steve"

"I believe it was "It was Y/N" he screamed it very loud, do you know why he would say that"?

"N no" damn why would I stutter now!!

"We think you do and besides" buck leaned forward and whispered in your ear "You have the crumbs on your hoodie".

Knowing that there wasn't a second to waste you jumped to your feet and made run for it.

The thundering of their footsteps was nerve wracking, a place to hide that it what you needed and fast.

Deciding that your closet was so obvious which made it the safest you hide there.

After about 10 minutes it was silent in the hallway, no footsteps, no whispering, no nothing.

The coast was clear.

Knowing that if you made it to the lab, thanks to your clearance, you could lock down the lab.

Getting out of the closet as quickly as possible, the journey to the lab began.

Sneaking was never one of your talents, but when it's needed everything becomes a talent, making the echo's of your footsteps silent and ducking away when there was another pair of footsteps, was doing very well.

The lab was right around the corner, you almost made it, almost.

"Well, well, well what do we have here" you jumped at the sound of Steve's voice, before you could even make a step you were trapped in a bear hug.

"Bucky, i got our little thief" he screamed and not a minute later mister smug face came around the corner.

Steve laced his hands in your ribs and a scream of laughter came over your lips, knees bucking from underneath you.

The stupid ass soldiers immediately pinned you down on your back and attacked your weak spots.

"AHHHHAHAHHAHAHA IMHIHIHI SORRY"

"What was that Y/N i didn't hear you" buck said blowing a raspberry on your tummy making you arch your back.

"I SAID IM SORRY AHHHHAHAHHAHAHA STOPPHHAHAHA"

"Look at you all cute and adorable" Steve said pinching your knees.

"I see you found her" said Clint from the doorway.

"Ah Barton would you like some revenge".

"HELP AHAHAHAHAHA" you screamed out hoping that he would have mercy.

"I dont really need revenge" and he walked away "But before you let her go make sure that she has all of her ribs" the grin in his voice was easily heard.

The one dead spot that only Clint knew was on the bottom ribs and the bastard basically just told them that.

"DAMNNHAHAHAHAHA YOU CLINTHIHIIH"

Your tormenters looked at each other and with out saying a word the duck into the bottom ribs.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA" the scream of laughter that came over your libs echoed through the halls.

After a few minutes of torture you fell into silent laughter and they let up.

"You good kid" buck asked, you only huffed in responsible causing the soldiers to laugh.

A pair of arms lifted you of the ground and carried you back to the common room, where the were watching Harry Potter.

They set you next to Thor who wharped a arm around you.

"What happend to you young one" he asked with a laugh.

"Stole some cookies didn't end well" you mumbled and the god let out a loud laugh.

"What did you do to her"? Nat asked

"She stole our cookies so we tickled the hell out of her" buck answered.

"Language".

Secretly you enjoyed every second of it and believe me the two assholes knew very well.

A/N yes finally finished this fic, it was the first time doing such a long fic but i believe it turned out okay.

#ler!bucky #ler!steve #lee!reader #tickle fic #tickle punishment #cookie thief #ticklish!reader #marvel tickle #clint barton #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #bucky barnes #tag team #mcu tickle fic #ticklish ribs #raspberries #request #not proofread

[marvelfilth]

Sweet dreams (18+)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: dubcon, smut, fingering, somnophilia, praise, restraints, blindfold

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You shift on the bed, slowly stirring into consciousness, your mind still heavy with sleep. You curl deeper into the pillow, desperately chasing some remnants of sleep.

There was a party at the Avengers tower last night - one of Tony's best, some might say - and it left you pleasantly buzzed and bone tired. Natasha made you stay in her room, choosing to spend the night with her girlfriend, right across the hall. You couldn't say no even if you wanted to - making it all the way to the other side of the city to your own apartment sounded like the worst thing last night, and the promise of sleeping in Natasha’s bed, in her clothes made you giddy enough to stay. Even if she spent the night in the arms of another. Even if you have feelings for the said another.

God, you're such a mess, falling in love with two of the most unapproachable women.

You have no idea what time it is - your sleeping mask prevents you from seeing anything and you're glad for that. You would've been up already with the sun shining right in your face.

You sigh deeply, and float back into unconsciousness, dreaming of soft touches and gentle hands, of warm breath over your neck and wet kisses pressed to your shoulders. Your hips move, buckling back in search of friction, your heat leaking with arousal. You whine in your sleep, wishing for the touches to move lower, to sink into your warmth and make you come undone.

And then there's a bite. A gentle nib, teeth scraping against the slope of your neck, and you realize with a start - you're fully awake, and the warmth on your hip is still there, wet lips are still on your shoulders, and oh…

There's another pair of hands.

You tremble, squeezing your hips tight, and inhale deeply. Soft hair tickles your face and you try to move, but strong arms keep you in place from both sides, two bodies trapping you in place.

Before you can even think about speaking, fingers trail down your stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Another hand tugs your shirt up, revealing your underwear. You know it's drenched, but you still try to hide it, wriggling your body to the side.

A husky chuckle makes its way to your ears, teasing your neck with a hot gust of breath.

Natasha.

You moan, your legs spreading on their own violation.

“Good girl,” she husks, her palm settling on your lower stomach possessively.

Another voice hums, and then someone cups your breast under your shirt, tracing circles over your nipple before pinching it, sending sparks down your body right to your aching clit. You whine, reaching to tug off your mask, but you're stopped. Your shirt is pulled up, exposing your breasts, your hands near the headboard bind by it.

“Don't move.”

Wanda.

You cry out pathetically, almost coming from the sound of her voice. Hot mouth leaves your breasts wet with spit, lips leave purple bruises on the tender skin.

“Touch me, please,” you moan, arching off the bed. “Please.”

Another husky chuckle, another pinch to your nipple and then… a finger slides over your clit, then moves to the side of your panties, up and down, up and down, and you whine, trying to grind against her hand. An arm wraps across your stomach, keeping you in place. Someone - Wanda - burrows her face into the crook of your neck, marking.

Natasha leans over you, and finally, finally, plunges three fingers inside, and, oh God, you have no time to adjust because Natasha thrusts deep and fast, curling her fingers. You moan, trapped in place by two of the most beautiful women, your pussy swallowing Natasha's fingers, the wet sounds making you blush.

You can feel your wetness dripping to leave a stain on Natasha's bed.

You pant, orgams approaching. Wanda slides her hand off your stomach to play with your clit, circling it rapidly, her breath hot on your neck, her body molded against your side.

Your sleeping mask is tugged off right when you start clenching around Natasha's fingers. You blink against the blinding light, barely managing to focus on Natasha's dark eyes and Wanda's slurty grin.

“Wanna see you come, pretty girl,” Natasha smirks, pushing deeper.

You throw your head back with a moan, body taut, your walls clenching hard, and when Wanda presses firmly on your clit right when Natasha’s fingers curl inside you, you cry out loud enough for everyone in the tower to hear.

“Good morning,” Wanda whispers against your lips, swallowing your moans as you come.

#natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x female reader #wandanat x reader #wanda maximoff smut #natasha romanoff smut #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #wandanat #wandanat x you #sweet dreams

[supermarvel-fics]

Nervous

word count: 8,300

pairing: bucky x fem!reader (romantic) and a splash of natasha x reader (platonic)

cw: mild swearing, a bit of sexual tension, sexual innuendos (still sfw though)

summary: You make quick friends with Nat after you move to the city and she introduces you to the avengers. After meeting Bucky, you are at a loss for words.

author's note: this fic is inspired by the song "Nervous" by Shawn Mendes (link to the song below). this one was a lot of fun to write so I left it open for a part 2 if anyone is interested. also, thank you to a sweet anon who sent in this prompt for bucky. just a reminder that I'm always excepting prompts and ideas! love you all!

“Don’t worry,” Natasha said as she led you through the front doors of the compound. “Everyone is going to love you!”

You smiled politely, following her into the lobby. It was bigger than you imagined, but then again, so was everything else. You moved to New York City only a few short weeks ago from your small hometown. A change in pace was exactly what you needed after years of driving along the same streets and seeing the same people day after day.

You met Nat on the second day of your new job. You found it hard to believe that the Avenger’s didn’t have their own massage therapist considering how much distress they put their bodies into, but Nat had told you that Tony wasn’t interested in paying for one due to most of the heroes having magic healing powers or super strength.

You scoffed at that, welcoming her into your practice with open arms. As you worked out her over-tired muscles, the two of you talked about any and everything; where you grew up, how she became a Widow, what it was like to live in a tower full of testosterone.

By the end of her one-hour session, you decided that Nat needed another girl friend to hang out with. Selfishly, so did you since you’d just moved into the city the week prior. You exchanged numbers and have been hanging out almost every weekend since.

Nat had been begging you to come meet the rest of her friends since your second get together and you’d been weary at first. Meeting new people was never your strong suit—it was mostly why your only friend was Nat and one of your other coworkers—but after weeks of her assuring you that they were dying to meet you, you finally agreed.

Nat escorted you out of the elevator and into the kitchen where three of Earths mightiest heroes were eating lunch.

“Guys, hey! This is my massage therapist, Y/N. She just moved here from Michigan,” Nat introduced you. You waved at the boys and let a shy grin grace your features.

“Ah! Yes, the young Widow has spoken a lot about you,” Thor bellowed. “She says you have magic in your fingertips.” He wiggled his fingers for emphasis.

You giggled at him, peeking over at Nat as you caught her covering her eyes with her hand in embarrassment. “Yeah, well not real magic, I assure you, but I can definitely work out some knots.”

“Well, obviously you’re doing an amazing job considering she’s way less tense, now,” Steve jested at the redhead. Nat crossed her arms, swiveling to face the Captain.

“You know what, Rogers, I—”

“So, you have your own practice?” Sam interrupted, taking a bite of his sandwich. “Because I’ve had lower back pain for months and Tony refuses to hire someone to help.”

“So I’ve heard,” You hummed. “It’s not my practice, no, but I work at one just around the block. You’re welcome to come see me anytime!”

“I might just take you up on that,” Sam said and you smiled in response.

“Hey, now! She’s mine! Get your own!” Nat pointed at Sam, narrowing her eyes at him. You chuckled and grabbed onto her forearm, pulling her arm back down to her side.

“There’s plenty of me to go around, Nat. Besides, you get most of my time off the clock, anyway. I need to make some money here and there,” You winked at Sam who let out a bark of a laugh.

“I like her. Let’s keep her around.”

Again, a sheepish smile returned to your face and a blush fell onto your cheeks. You and Nat said your goodbyes and made your way down the hall and into the common room where Wanda and Vision were watching a movie. You all chatted for a moment, finding joy in the love that the witch and the android had for one another.

Nat and Wanda concurred that the three of you needed a girls day and before departing, you seemingly had a new friend.

“See? I told you everyone was going to like you,” Nat assured you once you left the common area. You let a breathy laugh come through your nose and nodded.

“I guess I just thought I’d feel more out of place,” You shrugged. “You guys save the world from impending doom and I’m just me.”

“Uh, you saved me from impending doom after you fixed my shoulder that one time. Don’t dote on yourself. We’re people just like you,” Nat nudged your arm with her elbow and you snickered, rolling your eyes.

“Right… people with magic powers, iron suits, super strength, and extreme combat training.”

“Look, if you’re so worried about not fitting in, come with me to the gym,” she declared, quickly switching hallways to change route. “I’ll teach you some basic defensive skills that everyone needs to know—especially since we live in the city.”

“Woah, woah, wait, Nat!” You called, shuffling your feet faster to catch up with her. “I don’t know about that! I’m not even dressed for a workout!” You gestured to your clothes. Nat peered over, noticing you were in jeans and a nice blouse.

“Alright, fine. Another time, then,” She waved her hand in the air. “But we’re still going to—”

The rest of her sentence was lost when she pushed the gym door open with vigor and almost immediately, your breathing hitched at the sight of a man with a metal arm taking a few hits at a bag hanging from the ceiling.

You couldn’t describe the emotions you were currently feeling. You’d been in love once. Years ago, fresh out of college, but it never felt like this. Your chest was on fire and it spread up into your cheeks. Your throat was a bit tight and you were sure if you took one more step, your knees would buckle from underneath you.

But this wasn’t love, right? Love at first sight didn’t actually exist… right?

“James!” Nat shouted at the handsome man from across the gym, pulling you from your trance. Your lips tugged themselves into an unwilling smile as he continued throwing punches while answering Nat.

“It’s Bucky, Nat! You know I hate it when you call me James,” the man corrected, keeping his focus on the bag. You eyed him intently; taking notice of how much stronger his left hook was from his right.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Nat said dismissively before turning her head back to you. “This is James ‘Bucky’ Barnes,” She yelled his real name louder to grab his attention, “Buck, this is Y/N.”

Bucky finally ceased his workout, lifting his eyes over to where you were standing and God, if that didn’t make you want to melt right onto the floor. He smiled sweetly at you, giving you a once over.

“That’s a beautiful name,” Bucky stated matter-of-factly and if you didn’t believe it before, then you certainly did now. “What brings you here?”

You struggled to find the words you were looking for as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, causing Nat to look at you wearily.

“She’s, uh, my massage therapist. I wanted her to meet everyone,” She muttered while giving you a confused look. She must have noticed the blush forming on your cheeks and how closed off you seemed compared to when you were meeting the others.

“Oh, are you coming to work here?” the devilishly handsome sergeant asked. You sucked in a large breath, praying that the words you were thinking would actually come out this time.

“I, uh, n-no actually I, um…” you stammered before turning to Nat. She obviously got your hint.

“No, she’s not. You know Stark thinks it’s a waste of money considering the majority of you rarely ever get hurt.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t get sore from time to time,” Bucky argued. Nat held her hands up in defense.

“Don’t complain to me! If you want her here, go talk to Tony,” the redhead pointed in your direction which made Bucky look back over at you, another grin finding its way to his lips. You followed suit and giggled quietly.

“Well, regardless, it’s nice to meet you,” Bucky chuckled. “I think I may just have to write a strongly worded letter to Stark about getting you to join us, but until then, I’ll see you around?”

You nodded fervently, biting your bottom lip. “Y-yeah, I’ll be, uh, around.”

“Good.”

You and Nat waved goodbye to him, letting him resume his workout, and rushed out of the gym hurriedly. Once you were out of sight from the winter soldier, you dramatically let your back hit the wall, dropping your head into your hands.

“Oh, my God, that was so embarrassing!” You groaned. Nat laughed and pushed your shoulder playfully.

“What happened to you? You went all goo-goo eyes on him!” She teased you.

You whimpered, letting your hands fall back down to your sides and leaning your head back against the concrete wall. “I don’t know! I took one look at him and my brain just stopped functioning.”

“Oh, you like him!” Nat smirked and poked you in the stomach, causing you to flinch away from her with a small yelp.

“Ah! Nat!” You swatted her hand away. “How can I like him? I don’t even know him.”

“You don’t need to know him to have a crush on him. That’s like, the first rule of having a crush,” She explained to you. You scoffed and twisted away, continuing to walk down the hall. “Admit you like Bucky!”

“Well, I don’t!” You yelled out as you continued down the corridor. “Besides, we’re not in high school. I shouldn’t have to admit anything.”

Nat huffed, as if it pained her to do what she was about to do, and scurried up behind you to latch her hands onto your sides, squeezing them ticklishly. You didn’t even have the wherewithal to support your own weight considering you didn’t see it coming. You yelped, holding your arms close to your waist to block her fingers and sank to the floor.

“Nahahat! Whahat the hehehell?” You said through your giggles.

Nat clicked her tongue. “It’s plain as day that you like him, so just admit it and I’ll stop!”

You jolted and attempted to squirm away once she moved her hands up to your ribs, but you knew it was a fruitless endeavor—you’d never be able to escape the Widow.

“If yohou alreheheady knoHOW, then whyhy do I neheheed to say it?” You squeaked, mostly from how Nat’s nimble fingers prodded into your sensitive ribcage, but also from embarrassment. She laughed along with you, delighted in how a simple pinch could almost incapacitate you.

“Because once you say it, I’ll have confirmation and can set you two up on a date!”

“WHAHAT? NO WAHAHAY!” Your laughter and voice pitched up as Nat’s thumbs drove into that wretched spot along the backs of your ribs. She found that spot fairly quickly at the beginning of your friendship. She asked if she could give you a massage since you do it so well for others. You were a bit reluctant, but she did ultimately convince you after kneading into your shoulder for a second or two.

As she moved down your back, you immediately realized why you never let people massage you because the second that Nat moved below your shoulder blades, bracing her first four fingers on your sides and circling her thumbs into the ribs next to your spine, you lost it. What started as a massage turned into a tickle attack from your brand-new friend.

And she never let you live it down. Nat wasn’t opposed to tickling you if you said some cheeky remark at her expense or if you changed the channel while she was watching one of her favorite shows. She always had the upper hand because she, herself, wasn’t ticklish. At all. So, it wasn’t like you could retaliate. You just had to sit there and take it.

“Come on, all you have to do is—”

“OKAY! OKAHAHAY! I LIHIKE HIM, P-PLEHEHEASE NOHOT THERE!” You screamed in laughter. Nat let up, chuckling as you attempted to catch your breath.

“See? Was that so hard?” She taunted you. You glared up at her, then grabbed the hand she was holding out for you to stand up. You unwrinkled your clothes and giggled at the absurdity of it all.

“God, I feel like I’m a teenager again,” You complained. “I haven’t felt like that in years and honestly, I’m still not sure why I had such a hard time talking to him!”

“Bucky has that effect on people. I think it’s that old 1940s charm he’s got going on,” Nat shrugged, leading you two back down the hallway to the lab where Tony and Bruce were sure to be working on something.

You thought about that for a moment—Bucky’s way of making you weak in the knees—but it had nothing to do with what time period he was from. You certainly didn’t fall for Steve Rogers when you looked him in the eye. No, it was something else.

Maybe it was how kind he was considering his past. It was hard to believe that a man that sweet could have murdered people in cold blood. Or maybe it was because of his muscles. No, definitely not. Your eyes didn’t fall to Thor’s bulky exterior when you met him.

Maybe it was just Bucky’s essence. The way he carried himself and the way he joked with Nat. You were racking your head for a thousand reasons as to why you acted the way you did in front of him and Nat noticed once she said your name 3 times without an answer.

“Hey,” She voiced softly, turning to you with her hand on your upper arm. “You don’t have to have a specific reason as to why you like Bucky. Sometimes, humans are just really good-looking and it catches you off guard. You think he’s cute and I think he thinks you are, too.”

You covered your face in flustered awkwardness and grunted. “There’s no way he thinks I’m cute after that disaster of a conversation I just had. It wasn’t even a full-fledged conversation. I think I only said 5 words!”

“After spending years with these boys, I know their facial expressions inside and out. Bucky likes you.”

“Okay, fine, whatever, just…” you trailed off, grabbing Nat’s forearm with urgency, “don’t tell him I like him. I want to get to know him first.”

Nat chortled and nodded. “You have my word, but it’s not really like I need to say anything. If Bucky didn’t catch that you wanted to marry him on the spot, then he’s an idiot.”

You snatched your hand away from her, jaw agape and shoved her arm. “Shut up! You know what, I’m done talking to you about this!” You continued marching down the hall, leaving Nat snickering behind you.

You met the other habitants of the tower with no problem—which, of course, Nat teased you for later—and ultimately felt welcome in the band of heroes. You found an unlikely friend in Loki. He was unsure at first—an outsider coming to make friends with a bunch of superheroes wasn’t very common—but once you made a joke about his brother, he laughed and said that he was delighted to have someone with a sense of humor hanging around.

After you left the compound, the only thing circling your mind was Bucky. It was like he mentally took you hostage because all you could think about was his welcoming smile and entrancing blue eyes. It caught you at the most importune times, too. One minute, you’d be talking to a client, and the next you’d remember how Bucky told you that you had a beautiful name, causing you to blush.

You wouldn’t say you were trying to forget about him, but damn, it was hard to focus on anything else but him.

That’s why you were so relieved when Nat called a few days later with good news.

“Bucky asked me about you,” She sang through the phone. You internally panicked for a moment, your heartrate increasing and heat pricking at your face.

“You’re kidding! What did you say? You didn’t say anything bad, did you? Oh, God, I don’t want to know!” You spoke in quick succession.

“Woah, hey, calm down there, sea-biscuit! I didn’t tell him anything other than what he asked.”

You waited for her to elaborate in excruciating silence for a few seconds. “…And what did he ask?”

“Oh, just if I’d be bringing you over more often. He was basically drooling at the mouth when I told him yes. I told you he liked you!”

It took everything in you not to squeal in excitement. “I know we sound like 16-year-old girls at a sleepover gossiping about boys, but I don’t care. I am so happy.”

“I never had that experience, so I’m glad to be doing it with you now as a grown adult,” Nat laughed. “You coming over tomorrow, then?”

You took a quick peek over at the planner on your desk. “I have a bit of work to do in the morning, but I can probably swing by around noon. Just don’t make a big deal out of it, okay? I’m nervous enough around him as it is.”

“Yeah, yeah. See you later.”

--

The next day, a beautiful Sunday morning, you ventured to the coffee shop around the corner from your apartment to do your work instead of at your drab desk. It was certainly out of the ordinary for you, but fresh air and a nice iced coffee might do you good as you filled out and filed patient reports.

The change in scenery helped you work tremendously better than if you were in your own office. At this rate, you’d be done before the sun was high in the sky, getting you that much closer to seeing Bucky again.

It fueled you. You sped through the paperwork, though you made sure they were completed correctly, and sent them to your boss through email.

Just as you were about to pack up to leave, the bell on the front door to the café rang again. It was a nasty habit you had—looking up every time it sounded to see who was walking through the door. You supposed it had something to do with the way you loved to people watch, but it was distracting when you were desperately trying to get work done on a busy morning.

You gazed up, as you always did, then went back to putting your laptop away, but something in your mind told you to do a double-take.

And what you didn’t expect was to see Bucky himself walk through the door. Nor did you prepare for the utter fear you’d feel when he looked straight at you, too.

Almost instantly, your heartbeat sped up as if it were signaling the end of an intense workout. Bucky recognized you, sporting a giddy smile as he got in line to order. You returned it, albeit more reserved, and attempted to put your attention back on gathering your belongings.

Your head tilted down to hide the severe burning in your cheeks, but nothing could conceal the fact that your hands were shaking vigorously, making it extremely difficult to contain a grip on your laptop so you’d be able to stow it away.

You wrung your hands out and scolded yourself for acting this way. It’s just a guy. A guy who might like you back, but it’s just a guy.

This wasn’t how you planned on reuniting with him. You expected Nat to be at your side as a buffer and possibly as a translator considering how well your last conversation went. But here he was, making his way over to your table after he’d ordered his drink.

“Funny meeting you here,” Bucky grinned. “Is this seat taken?”

Your eyes shifted from him to the chair in front of you, then back to him. You bit the inner corner of your bottom lip and shook your head. “No. You can sit.”

Nice. A full sentence without stuttering.

Bucky slid the chair out and gracefully sat down, leaning back to get a better look at you. “So, are you a frequent café flyer?”

You cleared your throat, hoping to sound more confident than you felt. “Uh, no, actually. This is my first time here. A-Are you?”

“Yeah, I come here almost every morning after my jog around the block,” He said before standing up to retrieve his coffee as the barista said his name. As he walked away, you had to force yourself to calm down so that when he returned, you’d be cool as a cucumber.

Bucky graciously grabbed his coffee and made his way back over to your table. “Anyway, I didn’t mean to interrupt whatever it was you were doing. I just saw a familiar face and thought I’d come and say hi. I don’t talk to very many people outside of the Avengers.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine!” You quickly reassured him, lest he think you didn’t want him joining you. “I just finished before you walked in. I was actually, uh, g-going to head to the c-compound after dropping off my stuff.”

Bucky’s eyes noticeably brightened and his smile, well, you weren’t sure if it could get any bigger. It set a flame to your heart; having a semi-mutual understanding that the two of you were interested in each other without having to say anything.

“Back again already, hm?” He voiced lowly prior to taking a sip of his coffee. You could tell he was teasing you, causing a breathy laugh to come through your nose.

“Yeah, well, don’t let it go to your head, but you guys are pretty interesting.”

“And what is it that makes us so interesting?” Bucky raised an eyebrow. You mimicked him.

“Are you just asking me to c-compliment you?” You asked, stuttering the slightest amount at how Bucky was flustering you. He giggled a bit, and it delighted you how melodic the sound was.

“I’m only asking what you see in us as an outsider looking in. Getting a compliment is simply a bonus,” Bucky shrugged, a hint of a smirk at his lips. The more the two of you talked, the less nervous you felt, which was a success in your eyes. It was as if the adrenaline finally kicked in, so you decided to match his cheeky behavior.

“What? Is being born in the early 1900s and having a vibranium metal arm made by possibly the smartest person in the world not interesting enough for you?”

Bucky let out a genuine laugh this time, nose scrunch and all. You thought it only happened in movies, but your stomach fluttered with butterflies at the sound and sight. It was exceedingly cliché, though it was warming to know that love was being depicted correctly in the cheesy romantic comedies you’d watched.

Love. Was it love? You were weary of putting a label on the way you felt about Bucky so soon since this was only the second time you’d laid eyes on him. It didn’t seem right to say you were in love with someone you’d just met, even if ‘love at first sight’ was real.

But love was a social construct. Different people are enveloped in it in different ways. Before Bucky, you were sure that you loved your last boyfriend, but the way he made you feel seemed so bland compared to how your face set aflame just by the sight of handsome super soldier.

Maybe you’d never truly know. It’s hard to have an understanding of what true love feels like if you’ve only dated 1 person in your life.

“You’re funny. I like you,” Bucky nodded in approval. You weren’t sure of the implications of what he just said, though it honestly didn’t matter—your hands began to tremble violently again as the weight of it dwelled on you. You fiddled with your fingers under the table, out of sight, and half-grinned.

“Y-You’re not too b-bad yourself,” a light chuckle rumbled through you. “Well, uh, I’m going to head home and drop m-my stuff off, so, um, I’ll see you back at the t-tower?”

Bucky furrowed his brows ever so slightly before looking out of the window at the darkening sky. “May I walk you home?” He asked. Your eyes widened into genuine surprise at the question. “It’s just… it’s about to rain and it would be rude of me to let a lady walk home in weather like this by herself.” A sheepish expression found its way to Bucky’s face at the way yours seemed to lose all its color. “I don’t mean to intrude or anything. You can absolutely decline, I just—”

“N-no, you’re not intruding at all! I appreciate the offer, really, but I’d hate to ask that of you since neither of us have umbrellas and sorry if this makes me sound really dumb, but, like, won’t your metal arm get rusty… or something?” You rambled.

Bucky had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing at you. “Uh, no, my arm would be just fine. Plus, you didn’t ask, I insisted, but like I said, if I’m overstepping my boundaries, I apologize.”

You took a moment to gaze out of the window, too. It was dark, but you only lived a couple blocks away. Maybe you could make it home without getting soaked. After all, Bucky’s offer was just too good to pass up. It would give you a little more time alone with him.

“You’re definitely not overstepping. You’re…” You trailed off looking for the right word, “…very sweet. If you’d like to, I wouldn’t say no.”

You stood from your seat and grabbed onto your belongings, grinning shyly as Bucky took your empty coffee cup and tossed it in the trash for you. What a gentleman, you thought.

He held out his hand gesturing for you to lead the way, only proving your thoughts correct, and followed you out the door and onto the busy New York City street.

“My apartment isn’t too far from here,” You said over the bustle of cars and pedestrians. “If we hurry, we might be able to make it.” Just as you finished your sentence, you felt a raindrop fall onto your forehead. You flinched before wiping it away, scoffing at the irony. “Okay, maybe not.”

Bucky snickered and began to walk faster, urging you to do the same. “This is the last time I leave the house without an umbrella.”

Just as the two of you hit a crosswalk, having to wait at the corner due to the traffic, the rain’s pace picked up. A sprinkle quickly morphed into a light drizzle. You looked up at Bucky with slight panic and you were surprised to see that he was already looking down at you. Your face caused him to let out a snort, which in turn made you giggle as well.

Once the street was clear of vehicles, you and Bucky power-walked across and before you could even reach the other side, it started pouring.

“Shit!” Bucky hissed, ducking his head as if it would protect him.

“Come on!” You shouted prior to sprinting down the sidewalk. Bucky was hot on your heels, though you were positive he could have raced passed you without a second thought. Still, he let you lead the way back to your place, keeping a steady jogging pace behind you.

You found this whole fiasco to be a bit childish, thus making you fall into laughter as you raced an Avenger down the street. Within a couple of minutes, you were at the revolving door to your apartment complex.

“Go,” Bucky nodded to the entrance. “I’ll wait right here for you.”

Your eyes shot open and you shook your head aggressively. “What? No, I’m not letting you stay out here! Come inside.”

You didn’t care of the possible implications this time around. You’d never make him wait outside in the rain for you.

“Seriously, I’m fine right here. I—”

“I’m not taking no for an answer, Bucky,” You said, playfully glaring at him. “We’re wasting precious time standing outside bickering like children. We can throw your clothes in the dryer.”

“And what do you suppose I wear in the meantime?” Bucky smirked at you. You were damn lucky that the rain had made it difficult to see because your cheeks set on fire at his comment.

“I-I have s-some of m-my dad’s shirts here and… uh, s-sorry. I didn’t m-mean to make you uncomfortable or anything.”

“Doll, it’s okay. I was joking. If you’re adamant about me coming in, I certainly wouldn’t mind,” He comforted you, placing a firm, yet gentle hand on your shoulder. You swore your heart skipped a beat at the cute pet name that rolled off his tongue. Pulling yourself together, you nodded and tilted your head towards the door, silently asking him to follow you.

The elevator ride up to the 6th floor was agonizingly quiet. You just invited the man who you’d been crushing on for days into your apartment. That reality hit you like a truck. What had gotten into you? How were you so timid in front of him one minute, only to be extremely forward the next?

You supposed it had to do with the fact that you had hints of Bucky liking you, too, though it was unspoken. Knowing that he might feel the same way you do—a mutual connection of sorts—helped you feel a little more comfortable around him.

You rounded the corner once the elevator doors opened and Bucky followed behind you; footsteps echoing in the silent hallway.

“Sorry about the mess in advance,” You finally spoke, digging through your purse for your keys. “I just moved in a couple months ago, so I’m still trying to unpack everything.”

Bucky chuckled. “I feel like anyone who says that doesn’t actually have a messy house. I’m sure it’s fine!”

The pair of you halted at your front door so that you could unlock it. You cleared your throat before swinging it open and stepping inside, becoming somewhat embarrassed about the dozens of boxes scattered around the living room and kitchen.

Your apartment was small, but still one of the bigger ones in the city. It was only a one bed, one and a half bath, but you had a killer view of the skyline and the architecture was admirable. It was hard to pass up after you toured it with the landlord.

You dared to take a peek at Bucky’s face once he crossed the threshold into your dumpster fire, cringing at how wide his eyes were. “I told you so.”

He snapped his head to look at you, smiling sympathetically. “Okay, yes, it’s messy, but it’s definitely not the worst I’ve seen. Besides, you just moved in. You have an excuse. Sam moved into the tower almost a year ago and his room still looks like this.”

You giggled at the jab, shaking your head as you kicked a cardboard box away from your path.

“I brought a couple of my dad’s t-shirts with me that I think might fit you,” You muttered, stumbling away from him to search for the box titled ‘miscellaneous’. “And I have this pair of sweatpants that are just way too big for me that also might fit. Honestly I don’t even know where they came from, so if they do fit you can have them.” You dug through the box on your left, shouting with victory as you pulled out a large black t-shirt and the pair of grey sweats that you referred to. “Aha! Here, you can change into this and I can throw your stuff in the dryer.”

You held out the clothing to Bucky, who was staring at you fondly. You retracted back into yourself as you noticed. “Sorry, I ramble when I’m nervous.”

Bucky grabbed the clothes from your clutch and tilted his head. “Why are you nervous?”

“Well, uh, I don’t really make it a habit to invite men into my apartment and ask them to undress. Especially if I’ve only known them for a couple of days,” You said sheepishly, ducking your head to avert your gaze to the ground so that Bucky wouldn’t be able to notice the pink tint to your face.

“Well, I think it’s endearing,” He replied. “Thank you for your kind hospitality.”

“You’re welcome,” You uttered, biting your lip to stop yourself from smiling too overenthusiastically. “The bathroom is, um, down the hall t-to your right.”

Bucky nodded and disappeared down the dark hallway. You watched as he retreated out of sight, then let out a giant breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. My God, you thought. How in the hell was this happening to you?

You assumed you would have a nice coffee and then go to the tower to hang out with everyone in a group setting, but somehow the universe aligned in just the right way so that you could get some alone time with Bucky. Natasha would be proud.

You scurried into your room to change as well, tossing your damp clothes into the hamper and switching to something more comfortable; a loose fitted tee and black leggings. Reaching for your phone, you called Nat to let her know that you would no longer be coming over.

“Hey!” She answered brightly. “Where are you? I thought you said you’d come over around noon.”

“Yeah, uh, change of plans. I’m not coming over,” You responded, feigning disappointment. You heard Nat sigh from the other line.

“Why not? Is it because of Bucky? I told you that he likes you, so I don’t know why you’re so scared to talk to him.”

“Well, I—”

“Seriously, you just have to buck up and tell him or something…”

“Nat.”

“…because if I have to sit here and watch you two pine for each other when it’s obvious that you like him and he likes you, I will lose my mind.”

“NAT!”

“What?”

Silence fell upon the call for a moment, letting the anticipation build for a bit of dramatic effect. You lowered your voice to a whisper before speaking. “I’m not coming because Bucky is here at my apartment.”

Nat immediately gasped. “Shut up! I knew you liked him, but I didn’t think it was that much. Holy shit, you barely know the guy!”

“Nat! That is NOT why he’s here and you know it!”

She laughed at your expense. “Yeah, I know. I just wanted to see what you’d say. But why is he there?”

“I was doing my work at a coffee shop this morning and he walked in just as I was about to leave. We talked for a minute, then he walked me home. End of story.”

“So, you’re staying there, then?”

“I mean… I’d rather spend time with him alone so I can get to know him better, so, yes.”

“Alright, well don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Nat said with a teasing lilt to her voice. You rolled your eyes even though she wasn’t able to see.

“Goodbye, Nat.” You knew she’d hear the smile in your voice, so you hung up before she could say anything else back. Remembering you had a guest, who was probably waiting outside for you, you shuffled out back into the living room.

Your focus effortlessly fell onto Bucky, sitting patiently on the arm of your couch. You were unsure as to why, but he looked 10 times better than he did before, causing your face to heat up, yet again.

“S-Sorry I took so long. I had to call Nat really quick,” You explained before taking his wet clothes and heading over to your dryer. Bucky’s gaze followed you, a grin on his lips.

“I mean, you did leave me sitting out here for an awfully long time, but I suppose all is forgiven since you’re doing my laundry for me,” He chuckled. “Thank you, by the way.”

You set the timer for 30 minutes and strolled back over to him. “It’s no problem, really.”

“I’ve got to make it up to you somehow,” Bucky pondered. “I can’t cook, so that’s out of the question. It’s raining, so I can’t take you anywhere…”

“Bucky, it’s fine,” You giggled, coming to sit next to him on your couch. “I don’t need compensation or anything.”

“How about a movie?” He declared, ignoring your protests. You sighed, though with an unwilling grin on your lips, and raised your eyebrows.

“You’re not gonna give up on this, are you?”

“Not a chance,” Bucky quipped back, smirking. “You pick the movie and I am simply just here to enjoy it with you.”

Tearing you gaze away from him, you twisted your head to look at the television. You suppose it would be fair. Besides, you were totally counting this as a date.

“Okay, fine, I guess I’ll agree,” You said, patting the couch cushion next to you. Bucky rounded the couch and took his seat with a shit-eating grin on his face. You shook your head at the sight of it, swiveling so your back was resting against the arm of the couch and your feet were directly next to Bucky’s legs.

You selected a movie you thought you’d both enjoy—a cheesy romantic comedy—and settled into the couch.

You tried to pay attention to the film, really, you did, but as it went on and the silence between the pair of you grew louder, it was hard not to drown in your thoughts. Why did you choose this movie? You could have picked any movie on Netflix and you chose the one about a woman falling in love with a stranger. Was there a possibility that your subconscious selected it knowing that was exactly the position you were in?

Is Bucky wondering about the implications of this movie, too? He’d be a fool not to, right? God, what you’d give to have a peek inside his mind right now. He was probably weirded out by the fact that your feet were right next to him. Why did you sit like this? You could switch positions, but then that would definitely turn his attention back to you. You could—

“You’re doing it again,” Bucky spoke in a low, gravelly voice. You head whipped up and your eyes locked onto his, giving him a quizzical look. “You’re in your head making yourself nervous.”

You groaned almost inaudibly, biting the inside of your cheek. “Was it that obvious?”

“You weren’t even looking at the TV and you were fiddling with your fingers in your lap,” He stared at you sympathetically before reaching for the remote on the coffee table to pause the movie. “What’s got you so edgy?”

You thought about lying to him. It would certainly be easier, but how could you form a true bond based on lies?

“I don’t know, I just…” you let out a breath and shrugged, “…this isn’t normal for me. Normally, I’m more confident and I don’t give a rats ass what people think, but with you… I don’t know, you just make me nervous.”

“So, if I’m understanding right, you’re timid around me because you care of what I think about you…” Bucky clarified. You nodded shyly, going back to picking at the skin around your thumb. “Well, here’s what I think about you…”

“Oh, no, Bucky, that’s not what I—”

“Shh! I won’t take no for an answer,” He used your words against you, holding up his finger to stop you from interrupting. “You’re kind. One of the kindest human beings I’ve ever met, actually. I mean, who just lets a strange man into their apartment so that she can dry his clothes for him?”

“You’re not strange,” You laughed at his self-deprecating dig.

“You’re also funny. I’m stone cold sometimes, so it’s hard to make me laugh, but somehow you do it. I think part of it is the whole sheepish demeanor you have, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

You blushed for the millionth time and moved your head so he wouldn’t be able to see it as clearly as he would if you continued staring at him.

“I love your sense of style, too. Seriously, your socks are so cute! I love the little cherries,” Bucky joked, scratching at the fruit on the top of your foot with one finger. You spluttered a bit, covering that foot with the other to stop the ticklish sensation. Bucky quickly did it again, this time with all 5 fingers. You giggled and pulled both feet closer to yourself, heat creeping up your neck at the fact that the man you had a serious crush on now knew you were ticklish.

And by the devious look in his eyes, you could tell he was about to exploit it.

“And lastly,” Bucky said, gripping one of your ankles with his metal arm and tugging it towards him, “I love how ticklish you are!”

“No! Buhucky, WaHAHAIT!” You screeched as his fingers descended down onto your arch. You attempted to pull it from his vibranium grip with all your might, but it obviously didn’t work. “Nohoho fair! Yohou have suhuhuper strength!”

Bucky smiled at how your laughter pitched up once he got closer to the ball of your foot, so he refocused all his efforts there. “I think it’s very fair. This is definitely getting you out of your head!”

“Yohou jeHERK! NAHAHA!” Your struggle became more frantic as his fingers scribbled just underneath your toes. You hit the cushion of the couch to signal your need for air because words were definitely not easy to come by through your laughter.

Bucky relented immediately, releasing your ankle and twisting his body to face you. “Are you no longer nervous?”

You curled into yourself as you sent him a malicious glare, though it was absolutely non-threatening with a ticklish grin still on your face.

“Noho! Because now you know my secret and I’ll never live it down!” You shouted playfully. “Honestly, I do your laundry and this is the thanks I get?”

Bucky smirked. “Doll, I figured out this secret on the day we met. Now, where was that spot Nat got you that had you screaming, huh?” He lunged forward, latching his hands onto your thighs, squeezing them between his thumb and forefinger.

You gasped prior to letting out a squeak and falling into howling laughter. You batted your hands against his to push him away. “You wehehere lihistening?”

Bucky pinched his way up higher, hoping to find that weak spot on your hips. “Well, I mean it’s kind of hard to focus when there’s a tickle fight going on right outside the door,” He teased you, digging his thumbs into your hip bones. You squirmed underneath him, even though it was pointless. You weren’t getting out of this until Bucky decided to let you.

The ticklish shocks sent you into a state of euphoria, which was possibly why you didn’t immediately freak out at the fact that Bucky heard everything you said, meaning that he heard you say—or rather scream—that you liked him.

“Hmm, still not this one,” He commented, switching techniques as his hands found your belly, lighting scratching at the place between your side and navel. Your hands grabbed his wrists, but you made no serious moves to push him away. It wasn’t exceedingly unbearable and to be perfectly honest, you didn’t mind his hands all over you, tickling you senseless.

“Yohou’re nohohot gonna fihind it!” You taunted him back. He paused his attack and stared at you incredulously, baffled by the fact that you had the guts to be cheeky with him in such a precarious position. You took this second of reprieve to catch your breath, knowing he was nowhere near done with you.

“And what makes you think that?” Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“It’s not that ordinary of a place to be ticklish, I guess,” You shrugged, a self-satisfying smirk on your face. Bucky scoffed and laid his hands flat across your abdomen.

“Alright, here’s a deal. If I find it within the next 2 minutes, I get a dare. If I don’t, you get a dare,” He bargained. You took a second to wager your options. You were right; your weak spot wasn’t all too common, so you were a bit confident that you’d win this little game. The only question on your mind was ‘what is his angle here?’

“You want me to endure two whole minutes of torture just so you can dare me to do something?” You interrogated the soldier.

“Yes, but I promise to make my dare really good,” He winked. You locked eyes with him and saw the sincerity behind the playfulness. He was waiting for consent. He wouldn’t continue to seek out your weak spot without permission, which you found to be extremely sexy, because there’s nothing hotter than a man who respects boundaries.

How bad could it be, anyway?

“Fine, but just be prepared to lose, Barnes.”

Without responding, Bucky dove right back into tickling your belly, fluttering his fingers around the sensitive places that made your skin crawl. You fell back into giggles, thankful that he didn’t want to incapacitate you within the first few seconds.

Once he had his fun watching you squirm, he shot his hands up to the front of your ribs, causing you to jolt violently. All of your ribs were pretty ticklish, but some more than others.

“Ooh, did I find it already?” He asked teasingly, splaying his fingers wider and digging into the crevices of the bones. You screeched and clamped your elbows to your sides, hoping to block him.

“NOHOHOPE!” You yelled.

“How do I know you’re not lying?”

“TRUHUST ME! YOHOU’LL KNOHOHOW IF YOU FIHIND IT!”

Bellowing laughter ripped through you as Bucky pinched at your ribs. He was getting warm, but not warm enough, because he finally moved targets and slid his fingers into the hollows under your arms. The feeling of it caused you to yelp in surprise, but your cackles turned into belly laughter.

“Damn it,” Bucky hissed in frustration.

“Fohorty five seheconds,” You provoked him. He growled before jamming his thumbs into your upper ribs so that the rest of his fingers could wiggle against your back. “AHHHAHA!”

You pressed yourself farther into the couch cushions, hoping to stop his torturous fingers, but you only made it worse for yourself. His hands were trapped at the wretched spot now.

“Oh-ho-ho, what do we have here?” Bucky chuckled deviously, gliding his hands down an inch lower, making you jolt one last time before falling into silent laughter. “I win.”

You weakly swatted at his arms to get him to stop and he did without hesitation. He pulled his hands out from underneath you, grinning at you fondly. You hiccoughed a few times, still giggling intermittently, and covered your face with your hands to hide your utter embarrassment.

“You’re absolutely right, that is a very strange place to be ticklish,” Bucky stated once you calmed yourself. You groaned and he laughed at you. “That was very cute.”

“Shut up,” You snapped at him without any bite. “Go on, give me your dare.” You straightened yourself to sit upright on the sofa, waiting for the inevitable humiliating task.

You bit your lips in anticipation, suddenly very aware of how Bucky was looking at you.

“I dare you to kiss me,” He announced without an ounce of hesitation. It was matter-of-fact. He wasn’t asking, he was almost demanding, but you knew he wouldn’t force you to. “That day we met, I heard you and Nat in the hallway talking… and laughing. I heard you say that you liked me. Honestly, it was such a relief because I thought I was crazy for having those same feelings for you the second I laid eyes on you. So, I dare you to kiss me.”

Your breathing hitched in your throat, much like how it did that day in the gym. It was his confession back to you. It left you no doubt in your mind that he felt the same mutual connection. Then, your lips twisted into a smile as you leant forward to press a kiss to his.

Your skin automatically felt 10 degrees warmer than it had been a second ago as Bucky’s hand rested on the side of your face. You sighed happily into his mouth, relishing in this moment because God, how was this your life.

Bucky drew back once he’d had his fill and stroked his thumb across your cheekbone. “You’re so beautiful,” He whispered.

You drank the compliment as if it were a cup of cold water on a hot day; savoring it in every way possible. You brought your hand to rest on top of his and half-smiled.

“Do you believe in love at first sight?” You blinked, waiting for his answer.

Bucky was quiet for a moment, gazing admiringly into your eyes. “Before the day I met you, I would have said no.” He surged towards you, kissing you passionately once more, then pulled back to finish what he was saying. “But it definitely exists.”

“I think so, too,” You replied in a hushed voice. You pulled his hand away from your face, placing a small peck onto his palm before interlocking your fingers with his.

There would be days were you still might get nervous around Bucky. Hell, if he kissed you like that every day, then maybe your hands would never stop shaking. But now, as the feelings between the two of you were out in the open, you might feel confident every now and then.

Confident that Bucky loves you just as much as you love him.

part 2

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