#ticklish!bucky

[nhasablogg]

(still ticklish)

Fandom: MCU

Characters: Bucky, Steve

Anonymous said: I was thinking maybe Bucky doesn’t believe that he’s ticklish anymore and refuses to accept it and Steve tickles him and he’s actually more ticklish because of the serum?

Words: 400

Bucky sometimes hated that Steve knew how the serum had changed his body more than he did. Something something autonomy, something something unable to remember what Steve did, and whatever else.

But sometimes it was simply because it meant Steve was right when Bucky really didn’t want him to be.

(for petty reasons, obviously)

“I don’t think I am, though,” he was saying now. “Besides, you were way worse than me.”

“So I speak with authority on this.”

“Oh?”

Steve pointed at him. “Oh, no. No turning this on me.”

“But you made it so easy.”

“The point is. I’m pretty sure you’re still ticklish. Probably worse than before.”

“I was barely ticklish before.”

“We both know that’s a lie.”

Bucky huffed. So what if he mostly remembered wrecking Steve and chose to forget the times Steve, little skinny Steve, had managed to get him back. “How much worse can it be? Maybe it’s just like that for you.”

“You know there’s only one way to find that out, right?”

Bucky realized that, but the fact that Steve was much much stronger now made him nervous. “Or maybe we can just let it die.”

Steve grinned at him. “Scared?”

He wiggled his eyebrows at him in a way that made Bucky press his palm to Steve’s face to push him away. “Oh, shut up, of course not.”

“So this should be really easy then,” Steve said, shoving his hand off of him. “Stay still.”

“Steve, this is stupid- fuck off!”

But Steve didn’t fuck off. Instead he reached out and grabbed a hold of his sides, as if to hold him in place or turn him toward him, only he of course - of course - started squeezing at the flesh in a way that sent ticklish shocks through his whole body.

Bucky wasn’t prepared for his own reaction. In fact it kind of scared him how loudly he could shriek as a grown ass man.

“Still ticklish,” Steve concluded, not stopping but simply moving one hand upward to tease the skin beneath his chin, making Bucky lose control of his body (mmm, let’s not go there) and start thrashing, giggles pouring out of his mouth without his consent. “Oh, very ticklish. Definitely more than before.”

“Fuckin’ stop.”

“Wait, let me try something. Your armpits didn’t used to be ticklish, right?”

Reader, his armpits were now definitely ticklish.

(always had been, but shh)

[supermarvel-fics]

Tickletober Day 16: New Discovery

fandom: marvel

word count: 650

pairing: bucky x reader (established relationship)

summary: while cuddling, you find out something interesting about your boyfriend, Bucky

It was normally you who laid on top of Bucky, head resting on his bare chest and listening to every heartbeat, but Bucky had a rough day and who were you to deny him just a fraction of the comfort he was constantly giving to you.

While Bucky couldn’t fully lay on you without crushing you, he did the next best thing—his head placed on that dip right below your shoulder and his legs tangled up with yours. His arm was draped across your abdomen, squeezing you as tight as he could without making it uncomfortable.

“Mm, that feels nice,” Bucky mumbled into your chest sleepily. You stopped momentarily to take notice of what you were doing, causing him to whimper from loss of touch. Chuckling, you resumed the motion—brushing up and down his back with your fingertips. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” You replied after kissing the top of his head. You hadn’t known a love like this before Bucky Barnes. People say he’s too moody or rough around the edges, but you’d gotten to know the softer side of him that he kept hidden from everyone. The side that made your heart flutter when he smiled or made you laugh when he couldn’t figure out how to use his cell phone. Bucky was the best kind of person to love and you were lucky he’d chosen you to love him.

Out of nowhere, Bucky winced and shifted his body towards you, pulling you away from your thoughts. “What happened?”

He cleared his throat, relaxing back into the position he was previously in. “N-Nothing. I’m good.”

“Are you sure? It sounded like I hurt you.”

Bucky let out a deft laugh, shaking his head. “You can’t hurt me, doll. I’m fine, really.”

“Then, what was that noise you made?” You curiously interrogated him. Your fingertips went in search for the spot that made him hiss.

“It was ju-HUST—” Again, Bucky’s body moved away from your fingers along with what could only be described as a squeak (for a super soldier). Realization hit you quickly, a grin forming on your face.

“Oh, my God, Bucky. You’re ticklish!” You shouted through a whisper, your hands instantly dropping down and fluttering across the backs of his ribs. He let out a real laugh this time, his arm doing its best to block your access.

“Nohoho! Doholl!”

“Seems to me like you are,” You giggled along with him, searching out new weak spots. “That’s so cute!” Bucky arched away from you as much as he could, but your body stopped him from going too far. Your nails scratched gently at his lower back, earning you a bright and boisterous cackle.

“Ohokay, YEHES! I am. Hahahappy now?” He asked, moving to lay on his back, pinning your arm to the mattress. You weren’t having any of that, so you shifted to your side and used your other hand to dig into his belly.

“Very happy. I can’t believe you hid this from me! You tickle me all the time,” You exclaimed. Bucky’s laughter pitched up a bit when you pinched at his sides, and you noticed he was trying really hard not to push you away.

“I wahasn’t gonna juhuhust announce it!”

“Well, now I get some well-deserved payback!” You attacked as much ticklish skin as you could with only one arm, moving every time Bucky’s hands were close to grabbing yours to stop you. His giggles were music to your ears, not normally hearing it come out of the brooding soldier.

After a few more punctuated digs, Bucky had seemingly had enough, prompting him to twist over to straddle your hips in a flash and instantly squeezing up and down your torso. You squealed and fell into thunderous laughter, doing your best to fight him off by tickling him back, but he would always have the upper hand.

And to be honest, you didn’t mind all that much.

[valiantphantomangel]

Hi! I love reading your fics! Can you do one where its bucky, steve, and platonic friend reader, where the reader comes into the room seeing bucky tickle steve. The reader comes in to help Steve and then they both turn on her. If not, its okay. Thanks!

Hi anon! I hope you like it!

A ticklish super soldier and his revenge.

Bucky's bright laugh came from Steve's room, so you decided to see what could possibly cause buck to laugh so hard.

You opened and was met with a surprise sing sight. Steve was tickling buck to pieces and the latter was giggling so hard that he didn't even hear you come in.

"Need some help"? You asked innocently.

"Ah Y/N to would be great" Steve said finally spotting you.

"No i wouldn't ahahahaha stevhehhehe stophohho"

You sat near his legs and pinched in his knees, electing a howl of laughter from the soldier.

"No Y/N don't you darHAHAHAHAHAHA".

"To late i dared" you chuckled happy to see that he wasn't really fighting back.

"I'm think am hungry for some raspberries" Steve said and went for his friends tummy.

"STOPHOHOHHO NOTHAHAHA THERHHEHEHE".

After a few minutes and a couple raspberries buck's laugh went silent. So you took your hands of his knees and looked at him.

His face was red with a adorable smile on his face, still giggling.

When he recoverd, he looked at you. Mischief his eyes.

To late you realized that you hat to run, but before you could run, Bucky pulled you flush against his chest.

Immediately his hands went for your ribs and sides "I really thought that you learned your lesson Y/N, never mess with a super soldier, especially after the cookie incident".

"STEVHHEHEHE TICKLEDHEHEHE YOUHOHOHO TOHAHAHAHA" you said trying to escape his fingers.

"Oh i know but i wanted to tickle you because of your adorable giggles".

Your cheeks turned red at his comment, you hid your face in his arm and yelped when you felt someone tickling your feet.

Looking up you saw Steve.

"YOUHAHAHAHAHA TRAITORHAHAHAHAHA".

"What i agree with bucky your laugh is so adorable, i wanted to hear more.

They tickled you to pieces and when your laughter finally died down they let you go.

The two super soldiers's sat down against the head bord with you leaning your head on Steve's shoulder while bucky played with your hair. You three watched movies together and ate their cookies (this time with permission) these guys were what got you through though times, and you knew that they were always here for you.

[kourtniwritesagain]

HC‘s for Bucky, Steve, Sam and Peter Parker? :)

Bucky: Super Soldier Serum should be changed to Super Ticklish Serum. Bucky was ticklish pre-serum, but post...damn. He's super ticklish on his ribs, stomach, and back. His back is hyper ticklish, which makes him giggle like a child. Sam and Steve often get him pinned on his stomach and they go to town on his back. It's the super light tickles that get him the most, especially when it comes to his back. He is a switch for sure. He loves to tickle and he is happy to be tickled. Sam and Steve are the one who get him the most. Shuri gets him often, too, under the pretense of "updating" his tech.

Steve: See previous statement on serum. Steve was ticklish as fuck before the serum. It only got worse after. He's only second in the most ticklish Avenger category because Peter is first. But it's close. Steve is most ticklish on his stomach, especially right underneath his bellybutton and right at the line of his pelvis. He's also ridiculously ticklish on his sides. Quick squeezes to his sides have him hunching over and falling to the ground. Bucky loves to demonstrate Steve's ticklishness in front of all the new recruits at the most inopportune times for Steve. Meeting about a previous battle: tickle Steve's sides while he's talking. Demonstration on different non-lethal holds: tickle Steve's underarms. A stern lecture on what was done wrong in a battle: tackle Steve to the ground and tickle his stomach. Sam always helps Bucky.

Sam: He's not as ticklish as Steve or Bucky, but he has two death spots that will have him promising you his first born if you'll only stop. Those spots are his hips and his thighs. With those spots being seen as more intimate spots, he thought he was safe. He thought wrong. Bucky and Steve have ZERO qualms about pinning him down and raking their fingers over his hip bones and thighs for what seems like hours. Sam howls with laughter every single freaking time. The first time Steve and Bucky tag teamed him, Tony walked in halfway in his armor, thinking someone was being murdered. Sam begged for help, but Tony simply smirked with a "better you than me, bird brain" before he walked away.

Peter: Listen....he's basically the little brother of all the Avengers. He's a kid. A very capable fighter and a superhero in his own right, of course. But he's so fucking adorable when he's laughing and squirming and begging with all the "Mrs" and "Mr's" along with their last names. Plus, this boy is ticklish freaking everywhere. His spider sense makes him a million times more ticklish. It doesn't matter if it's soft tickling or harsher tickling, he's laughing his head off. He also gets super uncoordinated when tickled. He turns beet red from laughter and embarrassment when teasing comes into the picture, which it always does no matter who is tickling him. Tony also takes the route of "oh, this tickles? No way!" Whereas Bucky and Sam simply comment on his reactions, "Sam, tickling his knees has him screeching, did ya hear that?" "Yeah Bucky, crazy how something as simple as a few fingers around his knees has him making that sound. Let's see if he can make it when we tickle his ribs?"

[anasticklefics]

Hello! If you would write for Sam and Bucky, it would be so cute! Sam taking advantage when Bucky removes his arm for cleaning. I love your fics so much! Romantic or platonic is great for them! —🐇

A/N: Thank you sm!!

It had freaked Sam out the first time he’d seen Bucky remove his arm to clean it, but it was nearly a daily occurrence now and he barely batted an eye. In fact, maybe he was being a little too calm about it, not always realizing what a disadvantage Bucky had once he’d removed it.

“Stop that.” Bucky’s voice sounded strained, but Sam took it to mean that his side was much more ticklish than Sam had realized.

He poked him again, grinning. “This could lead to trouble for you, you know. What if someone finds this out?”

“I think I’m much stronger than just someone.” Bucky twisted his body away from him, his human hand reaching out to push his hand off. “Now stop.”

“Hmm, but I’m having so much fun.”

Bucky’s laughter joined them when he grabbed a hold of his side and started squeezing. It was cute and somewhat alarming to witness him in his current state; feet kicking, arm flailing, as Bucky seemed to be holding himself from swinging at Sam full force, metal arm be damned.

“Don’t!”

“No?”

“Sam, I- ah, no. Sam.”

“Yes?”

“Sam,” he choked out between his giggles. “Sam, I’m gonna fall.”

Sam saw what he meant then. In his excitement to get him laughing he’d not realized that a missing arm didn’t only lead to more exposed ticklish spots but also affected his balance, super soldier or not. Bucky simply couldn’t squirm without risking toppling over.

“Oh, sorry,” he said quickly, withdrawing his hand from his torso and grabbing onto Bucky’s shoulder instead, steadying him. “I guess I didn’t think that one through.”

Bucky grunted, although he didn’t necessarily seem upset. “I’ll kick your ass,” he said and yet it carried no malice.

Sam grinned. “I have plenty of spots to go for as a counter attack, don’t worry.”

Sam was much more considerate after that and only wrecked him when he had both arms attached (which unfortunately for him always led to revenge).

[gigglymarvel]

Captain Tickler and the Ticklish Soldier (Steve x Bucky)

I was wondering if you guys would be okay writing something with Bucky and Steve, where Bucky has been teasing and annoying Steve all day until he’s had enough and decides to get his revenge? (Word count: 933)

Steve was enjoying a quiet day of listening to his favorite classics from his era as he read one of his favorite books.

His life-long best friend, Bucky Barnes, felt particularly needy and annoying today, he noticed Steve in his own little world and smirked to himself, snatching the book off him.

“What’re you reading?” He asked casually, reading the page Steve was on.

"A book about war and love," Steve said simply, making Bucky roll his eyes, closing the book without the bookmark in it.

“Boring.” He replied with a shrug. “Come hang out and play some games, I’m bored.”

"Hey! You made me lose my page!" Steve gasped and shoved him goodnaturedly. But Bucky just chuckled and shrugged.

“Not my problem, now let’s get with the times and borrow Peter’s Nintendo Switch.” He said eagerly, sitting on Steve’s book as he tried to set up the console.

"Oh my goodness, get off my book!" The super soldier protested and started trying to push Bucky off, who just smirked and managed to fart on it, loudly.

“Oops, my bad.” He said with a smug grin.

"Oh that's it you absolute butthead!" Steve growled and pinned the brunette super soldier between his own massive form and the back of the chair, digging into his ribs.

“AH-“ Bucky yelped and fell back, kicking out as he tried hard not to break into laughter. “Get your fat butt off me!”

"No! You asked for this!" Steve smirked and began squeezing his sides, making Bucky shriek and shove at Steve helplessly, biting his lip to hold back his giggles.

“I did not!” He whined, trying to squeeze Steve’s sides in retaliation. "Hey!" Steve protested and then shook into Bucky's ribs, "I've got you Bucky Barnes!'

“Noho I will end you!” He whined before slamming his arms back and breaking into laughter. “NAHAHA!”

"Oh no you won't," Steve smirked and managed to wiggle his fingers into his armpits, "Ticktickticktickle Bucky!"

“Yohohohou ahahahasshole!” Bucky laughed out as he now shoved at Steve, kicking out as he arched his back.

Captain America had the upper hand and squeezed Bucky's hips, something he used to have done to him by Barnes when they were kids and Bucky was bigger.

This gave Bucky a chance to calm himself down, not being sensitive on his hips. He raised his eyebrows and squeezed his friends' hips. “I’m not as sensitive as you bud.”

Steve made a face that only be described as a pout, before digging under Bucky's arms again, "Well you are somewhere, just not there!"

“Aaaand it doesn’t help that I only have pretty much one armpit.” he smirked cheekily.

Steve groaned and then just pulled his shirt up and raspberried Bucky's belly, causing the Winter Soldier to break into laughter and shove his shirt back down. “FUHUHUCK-“

"Ohh wow, Mr. Winter Soldier does have a soft underbelly after all!' Steve chuckled and pinned Buck's arms under his knees to pull his shirt up again and rub his beard all over his tummy.

“STEHEHEHEHEVE SHIHIHIHIHIT!” Bucky screeched with laughter, easily pulling his metal hand free to squeeze into his friends hip.

Steve crumpled at that, his superstrength apparently hadn't eliminated that sensitivity, "BUHUHUCKY NOHOHO!"

“Oho, still sensitive, punk?” He asked and kept squeezing in gently with a smirk.

"SHUHUHUHT UHUHUP!" Steve laughed and groaned as he managed to gain the upper hand, this time squeezing into Bucky's upper and middle ribs.

Bucky shrieked and slammed his arms back against his sides. “SHIHIHIHIT NOHOHOHO!”

"Ha! I've got you now you big tickle bug!" The blonde smirked and shook and kneaded between the bones with his strong and nimble hands, causing Bucky to cackle with laughter and fall into a fit of laughter.

“I HAHAHAHTE YOHOHOHU!” He shrieked out.

Steve smirked playfully, "Oh so you don't want to play video games with me now?" He asked as he kneaded right in the middle of both sides of his ribcage.

“NOHO BECAUSE YOHOHOURE MEHEAN!” Bucky protested as he laughed helplessly and arched his back.

Steve grinned and pulled Bucky's shirt up with his teeth before raspberrying all over and nuzzling his beard into his abs and ribs, "I'll show you mean!!" He said as his thumbs kept kneading and poking and prodding.

“FUHUHUHUHUCK-“ Bucky laughed and kicked out, shrieking with laughter as he tried to throw Steve off him.

Steve gave him two more good raspberries and shakes in his ribs before letting him go, "Had enough?" He teased with a bemused smile.

Bucky shoved his shirt down and took in deep breaths. “I… I hate you….” He puffed out grumpily.

Steve hugged him and rolled his eyes, "If you really wanna play, I'm ready now. I already kicked your ass at the tickle fight," he grinned cheekily.

“Ass? Steve Rogers you naughty boy!” Bucky gasped and shoved at him playfully.

Steve rolled his eyes and shoved at him back, "So are we playing or are you going back to letting me read?"

“Whatever you want, I’ll just be here… all alone…” Bucky pouted dramatically.

Steve laughed and pulled Bucky into a hug, "Is the great Bucky Barnes admitting he's missing little old Steve?" He teased and shook into his tummy.

“Very little.” Bucky replied before yelping and shoving his hand away. “Quit it you butthead!” Steve chuckled and eventually pulled away, grabbing Peter’s switch.

“Fine, let me try and kick your butt at this.” Steve grinned, pressing random buttons in an attempt to get the game started up, passing the time by adjusting to the new technology whilst being their old playful selves.

[inneedofsupervision]

No Spilling Secrets

Spiderman/Avengers fanfic: Lee Peter / Ler Clint, Sam & Bucky

I kinda live for the idea of there being a thin line of Peter being a genius and a clumsy baby. This is probably the siliest fanfic I've ever written, but I wanted it to be less sober. Please let me know what you think.

Summary: It was supposed to be a chill and fun Tuesday afternoon, testing the new web-shooters. Well, until Peter found himself pulling the dumbest stunt of his sixteen-year short life apart from getting bitten by a radioactive spider.

"Friday, what are the risks of this blowing up on me?"

"The risks of the web shooters malfunctioning sits at 27%, Peter."

Peter carries a smug grin as he fastens the devices around his wrists, waiting for the click that tells him they are locked in place.

"Good thing 27 is my lucky number."

"Mr. Stark said to wait until he is back from his meeting-"

"Friday, come on," interrupts Peter with a whine. "I'm Spiderman. I use them every day. I'll have it under control, promise."

There is a short silence before Friday answers, sounding as unpleased as an AI can sound. "Mr. Stark will be informed as soon as you're safety is not warranted, Peter."

"Thank you, Friday! Couldn't ask for more," answers Peter with a bright grin. He had waited all day to test the new web shooters, annoying MJ as he wouldn't stop talking about it with Ned at lunch. He also didn't bother throwing the suit on, coming directly from the lab to the training grounds. As soon as the doors close behind him, Peter doesn't waste more time and jogs over to the wall that lies on the opposite. A few meters before reaching it, he speeds up and jumps. He crawls upwards with skilled movements. 

"Let's see how these babies work."

With those words, Peter pushes himself from the wall and lets his arm shoot forward. A string of spiderwebs flings against one of the ceiling beams, hitting it with scary accuracy. Peter's fingers close around the web, and he uses the momentum to swing through the air. He lands with practiced ease on the ceiling beam at the other end of the gym, glancing down at his wrists with a thoughtful look. "The tensile strength is not bad, but I thought the elasticity would be better. Friday, can you please note that I have to look into that?"

"Noted, Peter."

"Thanks, Fri."

He continues testing the limits of the new webs by swinging around and jumping from high places to get a feeling for the strings' consistency, leaving it to Friday to take notes as he voices out his thoughts. Peter was about to climb down, satisfied with the information he had collected when something caught his eye. He squints at the ceiling near the bracing where the beam he stands on mends into the roof.

"Is that an arrow?"

As he steps closer, his suspicion is confirmed. The thing hanging from the ceiling is indeed one of Hawkeye's arrows. "How does no one notice that thing is still here?", wonders the teen loudly. It wasn't like Clint to leave his stuff lying around. Or, stuck in the ceiling in this case. 

He stood on his tiptoes and reached for the shaft of the arrow, his inhuman sense of balance the only measure to keep the teen from tumbling down and breaking his neck. 

"I recommend being careful, Peter. Those are one of Mr. Barton's new smoke-"

Peter didn't get the last few words as his fingers closed around the arrow, a winning grin growing as he gave the weapon a strong pull. The second his spidey sense goes off, he already holds one part of the arrow in his hands and stumbles when the air around him fills with a thick smock. He trips backward, trying hastily to get out of the space that fills with murky haze. Standing on nothing more than a two-inch wide metal pole, his next step back ends with his foot hitting nothing but thin air. With a surprised shout ripping from his mouth, the boy fell backward. Peter's arms flail around uselessly. In his panic, he blindly shoots a web upwards with both web shooters, praying that one of them would hit to keep him from busting his head. Both strings succeeded at sticking but in the most inconvenient way possible. In the chaos of the situation, Peter's aim had been off, causing the webs to ravel together as they lay diagonally on top of each other, sticking together as soon as they came in contact. Peter feels sick as the movement of his fall causes him to circle around like a spinning top, putting the ability of his stomach to keep his lunch to the test. 

He ended up coming to a halt a few centimeters over the ground, dangling just above the floor, and although he knew his injuries would have healed quickly, he was more than happy to not have hit the ground, because that fall would have hurt like a bitch. To his luck, he had grabbed the web quick enough to avoid popping a shoulder, but with the newly developed webbing being more sticky and drying later than anticipated, he found himself stuck with bound wrists.

Peter's mouth stands open as he openly gapes, blinking a couple of times as the last few seconds start closing up on him before a low whine emits from the depths of his throat, heat rushing into his face.

"Holy frick. That was one of the most embarrassing things to ever happen to me."

"Should I inform Mr. Stark?"

"Oh my God, are you nuts- ehm, I mean, no. Please don't. That's- that is really not necessary, Fri."

"If you say so, Peter."

He glances up at his wrists, assessing the situation. The web was enclosing his wrists completely, only his fingers sticking out of the gooey mess that hangs over his head. There was a solvent inside the web shooters, but he couldn't reach the trigger to spray it, a thick layer of web fluid lying on top. Peter puffs his cheeks before putting all his strength into his arms, trying to bust through the net. His face grew red with the force he put into his arms only to sack together in defeat. 

Maybe the new webs are a tiny bit stronger than anticipated. Spiderman usually had no problem ripping his webs up, but dangling in the air and having his wrists bound at an awkward angle, Peter had a difficul time concentrating enough power to push through the strings. Peter throws a longing look at his backpack. If he could only get his hands on it. He always had a small amount of solvent in there for emergencies. 

Peter lets out a sigh. 

He needs help.

But not from Mr. Stark. Anyone but Mr. Stark. He wasn't ready for that level of embarrassment to hit on a simple Tuesday afternoon.

"Friday, can you ask Bruce if he has some time?"

"Dr. Banner is currently not in the tower. Would you like me to call him?"

"No, no thanks. What about Natasha?"

"Ms. Romanoff is currently not available."

Okay, now Peter realizes he does have a bit of a problem. While glancing up at his hands and testing again but without success the hold on his wrists, he contemplates how he could get out of this situation. Maybe if he manages to swing his feet upwards and wrap his legs around the string, he might manage to climb back up.

"Wow, how did the spider end up caught in his own web?"

Peter's eyes dart to the person who stands leaning relaxed at the doorframe of the gym, eyebrows raised in silent amusement.

"Clint, can you please help me?"

There was a fifty percent chance to get out of this unharmed if Peter played it right. He puts on the most hopeful and pitiful expression he can muster, silently begging the archer to show mercy. The corner of Clint's lip curls into a smirk that leaves Peter wondering if he did wrong in asking Clint to help out everyone. Not that he had much variety to choose from. 

"Those are some cute puppy dog eyes you've got there, kid," comments the man as he walks over to Peter. "Any idea how to get you out?"

"There is some solvent in my backpack."

Clint turns and collects the bag. He pulls it open and roams through it while stepping back to Peter.

"How did you even end up like that?" the archer asks before pulling a small vial from the back and showing it to the dangling teen, who nods in confirmation. At the question, Peter pulls a grimace.

"I'd rather not talk about it."

Clint looks up from the vial, a spark of interest glinting in his eyes. Catching on Clint's expression, Peter feels dread settling into the pit of his stomach. That had been the wrong answer. 

"You don't want to talk about it?" asks Clint, and Peter keeps himself from whining as he watches the man putting the backpack down instead of helping him get the web off. The archer levels him with a knowing smirk, slipping the vial into his back pocket before crossing his arms over his chest. Peter knew that expression. He was 50% fucked.

"Care to explain what you mean by that?"

Peter didn't like how Clint's smile grew into a shit-eating grin as he tried pulling out an acceptable answer without adding fuel to the fire.

 

"Ehm, it's not that interesting, really. I wouldn't want to bother you with that story."

"I bet it was embarrassing," cuts Clint off, shifting his weight onto his right leg as he leans back, not looking like he's planning to help Peter anytime soon.

"Like I said, I'd rather not talk about it," mumbles Peter, avoiding the man's eyes. How the heck is he supposed to get out of this?

Clint was clearly enjoying this.

"I'll help you if you tell me what happened."

Yeah, no. Peter won't serve Clint high-class premium blackmail material of himself on a silver plate, thank you very much. Sensing the teen wouldn't spill, Clint let his hands fall as he stepped towards the teen, grin growing mischievous in a way that left the hairs on Peter's neck turn straight. 

"Peter, I'm a trained spy and assassin. I have ways to make people talk. Now, do you want to tell me how you ended up like this?"

Peter knew Clint wouldn't hurt him, but the threat of what was about to come sent a shiver down his spine. 

"Threatening teenagers now? That's low even for you, Barton," says Peter and tries to play the awful nervousness that spreads inside of him off, but Clint's trained eyes could read his unease like an open book. There was a reason Peter wears a mask when he fights. He sucks at keeping a straight face.

Clint chuckles before giving Peter a light push to the chest. The teen bites his lips as the spy's move acts like a reminder of the situation he's currently in, swinging helplessly back and forth, feet still hovering inches over the gym floor. His swinging stops with Clint grabbing the front of his shirt, keeping him from moving and simultaneously pulling him closer, bringing his mouth near his ear.

 

"Spill, little Spider," he whispers with a mock-threatening voice, but that was still enough to make Peter feel more than slightly on the edge. But he wouldn't back down now, not when the last shreds of his dignity are at stake. 

"Over my dead body."

"Oh, Petey-pie," taunts Clint as he lets go of Peter's shirt, causing the teen to swing back. "I'll make you talk. Just you wait."

Peter eyes the man warily, who stretches his hand out, pressing it flat against his stretched-out midriff. He is left with no time to wonder what the archer was playing at when the fingers of the hand twitch suddenly, digging lightly into the flesh of his stomach. The movement makes him flinch violently, not expecting the ticklish spark shooting through his middle. His eyes dart up, ready to tell Clint to take his hand from him when he catches the man's expression. 

He gulps.

Clint's face splits into an evil grin, and it dawns on Peter that the twitch of Clint's hand had not been an accident. 

"What's gotten you so squirmy, Peter? You don't happen to be ticklish, do you?"

Flipping hell.

Clint knew exactly, how ticklish Peter was. 

"That would be severely inconvenient, wouldn't it? You seem rather helpless right now."

Every muscle in the teen's body tenses at the words as his eyes are glued on Clint's hands that reach out for his sides. 

"You can make this stop whenever you're ready," suggests Clint with the same shit-eating grin as before, hands around Peter's sides, ready to squeeze. Peter bites his lip to keep the tale-telling smile that threatens to slip onto his face in place. He could already feel Clint's fingers on his skin, knowing all too well what was about to come, and the anticipation was killing him. Clint seemed to know that too, the amused glint in his eyes making it harder for Peter to keep a straight face. 

To Clint's credit, the spy gave him a few moments to change his mind before he started his attack. 

The teen flinches as two hands tweak at his sides experimentally. A ticklish jolt ran through his whole body, and the muscles of his arms tensed up on instinct, but it didn't help make the squeezing that followed less ticklish. 

"Are we trying to play tough?" teases Clint as he searches Peter's face for reactions, the latter biting his lips to keep from making noise. The chances of Clint stopping were low, but Peter's only hope was that the archer would get bored if he didn't break and let him go. 

"Oh, Pete, you sure you want to do this? We both know how to get you to talk. All it takes is a little bit of this."

Peter didn't have time to wonder what kind of evil scheme the archer was planning. Even though his spidey sense warned him of something approaching, Peter couldn't do much in his current position but flinch like he got electroshocked when ten fingers unceremoniously dug into his rips. His facade crumbles instantly, loud laughter rolling from his lips as he flails around, trying to pull himself away from the wriggling diggets.

"Clihihhihihnt nohohohoh!" protests the teen through a wave of giggles before collapsing into himself when Clint claws at his stomach, vibrating his fingers into the sensitive area and sending the teen into a fit. 

"Clint, yes!", teases Clint, mimicking Peter's high-pitched voice, grinning at the teen squirming helplessly under his tickling fingers. 

"I didn't know our training included Spiderman."

Peter thanks whoever for getting a moment to suck in some oxygen when Clint lets up from him to glance over his shoulder. 

"Oh, it doesn't. But I think training can wait. I have found something better than that."

"Something better than handing Sam his ass? I'm in."

Peter's head snaps up at the voices of the two newcomers. Peeking over Clint's shoulders, he catches sight of Sam and Bucky, clad in their training equipment, walking into the gym. His eyes fall back onto Clint, whose grin resembles a Cheshire cat when he sees Peter's expression and realizes who just joined them. 

Now he was 1001% fucked. 

Peter gulps when Bucky and Sam stand next to Clint, carrying similar amused but confused stricken expressions.

"Hell, how did you end up like that?" asks Sam, looking up at the string that keeps Peter in place. Clint pats him on the shoulder, shaking his head as if Peter were a lost cause.

"Don't try asking him. It seems there is some hot tea about how Pete-Pie ended up like this. Must be one hella funny story, but the squirt won't spill."

Sam snorts at Clint's words, eyeing the pitiful teen with a grin. The annoying bird-man found his predicament amusing and didn't even try to hide it.

"So you decided to torment him?"

Clint shrugs his shoulders as if the answer to that is obvious. Bucky crosses his arms, both metal and flesh bulging under his shirt at the movement as he gives a thoughtful look but not less amused than Sam. 

"Why didn't you ask Friday if there is a video recording of it?"

At those words, Peter's eyes went wide. His reaction doesn't go unnoticed, and Clint's eyes sparkle at the realization that Bucky just found the answer. 

Oh, hell no, he won't let that happen. 

Before the spy can step into action, Peter all but shouts at the ceiling. 

"Friday, activate protocol FTE-5!"

He waits with bated breath before Friday's voice echoes through the gym.

"Protocol FTE-5 is now activated."

The teen sags into himself in relief, chin leaning down onto his chest. That had been way too close for his liking. A finger pushes against his middle, making him flinch before looking up and into Sam's face, who looks down at him with a raised eyebrow. 

"Hey now, what did you just do, kid?"

Sam squints at him. 

"Nothing," Peter replies quickly, pointedly avoiding eye contact with the man. Clint eyes the teen hanging in front of him suspiciously. Peter didn't like the look he was receiving.

"Friday, is there a recording of what happened before I came in?" he asks without taking his eyes off Peter's face, the latter acting as if his shoelaces were the most fascinating thing he had seen all day. 

"I am sorry Mr. Barton. I am not able to answer that question."

Bucky tilts his head. He glances at the teen, the latter focusing his eyes everywhere but at one of the three men.

 

"You did this."

Peter shakes his head, picture-perfect innocence written over his face. 

"I don't know what you are talking about."

Clint's expression turns sour. 

"Friday, what did Peter do fifteen minutes before?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Barton, that is classified information."

The three men stare at Peter with various degrees of bewilderment and amazement. 

"You manipulated Friday? Is that what that protocol was about? Does Stark know about this?"

Peter didn't like how clammy his hands felt at the moment. 

"I don't know what you mean. Friday sounds alright to me," answers Peter, voice a pitch higher than usual. 

Sam scoffs and throws his hands up, mumbling something about kids and the Internet these days while Bucky studies the nervous teen. 

"What is protocol FTE-5, Peter?"

Peter presses his lips into a tight line, not going to lose a single word about it. He would take that information to his grave.

Protocol FTE-5 is the result of him spending more than half of his time with the Avengers, worst of all, Tony Stark. He should probably mention that he loved working together, but there was only so much teasing a sixteen-year-old could take from his literal idol before he combusts. Tony had developed the habit of using Friday to enjoy himself on Peter's behalf. He let the AI record some of Peter's embarrassing moments in the lab or during their fights and play them whenever Peter was too annoying. At first, it had been funny, but after some time, Peter realized with shock that he did a lot of dumb stuff that shouldn't, under any circumstances, be presented to a broader audience, and with that, he means anyone other than Mr. Stark. To avoid getting killed by finding a way for the ground to swallow him whole after embarrassing himself again, Peter decided to take matters into his own hands. Thus, Protocoll FTE-5 was born.

 

"You know I like you, Peter, but that's dramatic even for you. Hacking into Friday and putting in a protocol to delete every recording Friday did of you in the last thirty minutes? Isn't that a major safety threat?" had asked Ned during one of their decathlon meetings, words whispered behind his hand.

"You don't understand, Ned. I'll die if things continue like this!" Peter had been nothing but serious about the matter. Getting reminded by Tony through video clips of himself that he kind off blew up the lab three times in one week was stressing him out more than he liked to admit, even though he knew Tony was only poking fun at him and not mad.

 

Ned had given him a skeptical look before he glanced around to make sure no one was listening to their conversation.

"What does FTE even stand for?"

Peter had given him his most serious expression.

"FTE - Fuck, that's embarrassing."

He had to admit, Ned's disappointed look kinda hurt his pride. He thought the name was good. 

"That name is embarrassing. You are acting like a baby, Parker."

MJ had stood behind the two and rolled her eyes before throwing a ball of paper against his head to get his attention back into the meeting, leaving him with a beet-red face and his head in his hands. Ned had leaned over, poking his head with a pen to see if his friend was still alive.

"The name fits. That was really embarrassing."

Peter had wanted to die.

So, no, he wouldn't talk about it. Ever. Nothing could bring him to spill.

"We are back to not talking again? Well, tough luck, Parker. While I'm capable of mercy, I know someone who doesn't register that word in his dictionary." Clint tilted his head towards Bucky, who was sporting a menacing grin on his face. 

Okay, Peter, don't let them intimidate you. They will let up if things get boring. At least, that is what he tries to tell himself as he holds his chin high, leveling Barton with a challenging smile. 

"You're saying Bucky is illiterate?"

Sam honest to god, snorts at Peter's words and claps a hand onto Bucky's shoulder as he bends over, laughing into his fist. Although the joke is on Bucky, the ex-assassin's composure slips ever so slightly as a twitch of his lips upwards shows he was just as amused as Sam. 

Clint, on the other hand, is for once lost for words. It doesn't happen often, but Peter just managed to leave the quickwitted spy flustered.

"I did not-, Bucky's is not-, oh, you know what, you'll regret that, kid."

Maybe sassing at Clint while dangling with bound wrists from the ceiling hadn't been his wisest idea. A nervous smile wound a way on Peter's face when Clint stalks over with a scowl, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows.

 

"Hey, how about we talk this out? Clint, please?"

If looks could kill, Peter would have died three seconds ago. Clint's smile doesn't reach his eyes. "Oh, we will talk. After I'm done with you."

Oh my god, now he was utterly fucked. Like, absolutely inevitably fucked. 

"You don't have to do this Clint, serious-NOHOHOHOHOHO!"

Peter violently pulls at the string holding him in place, a scream ripping from his mouth before a burst of hysterical laughter fills the entire gym. Fueled by the strong reaction, Clint continues digging his thumbs into Peter's exposed armpits.

 

"CLIHIHIHIHINT! PLEAHAHASE STAHAHAHAHAP!"

"What's wrong, Peter? Where is all of that sass now?" mocks the archer before he changes from using only his thumbs to all of his fingers to scratch and scribble along the sensitive pits, earning him a shriek and lots of bucking as Peter desperately tries to do anything to get the fingers away from his skin. Oh my god, it tickled so bad Peter thinks he's growing mad. The fingers dig into all his worst spots with deadly precision, rendering him into a squealing and widely kicking mess in mere seconds. 

"Seeing this with my own eyes, I would almost conclude that he's ticklish," heard Peter Sam say over the sound of his laughter. 

"What makes you think so?" asks Bucky with feigned surprise as the two just stand there, observing how Clint absolutely wrecks Peter. Peter doesn't know why their casual teasing causes him to grow even more embarrassed than he already was, but he feels his already reddened face heat up even more. 

"Clint, I think you should let Mr. Tomato over here breathe. The kid looks like he's about to burst."

To his immense relief, the fingers retreated shortly after Sam's comment, giving Peter time to suck in precious air. He was panting, arms aching from straining himself in the unfavorable position. When his breathing calmed down and he didn't feel like his heart was about to burst from his chest, Peter dared to glance up. Nervousness washes over him as he realizes that the three men had been watching him collect himself.

"So Spidey, you think you can last against three Avengers?" asks Sam as he steps closer, a predatory grin on his face. The hair on his arms and neck stands up when Bucky starts moving. The taller man walks around him until he stands out of his vision, but Peter can feel him hovering over him from behind, and the knowledge does nothing but send his senses on edge. 

"Are you ready to talk yet, Peter? If not, you don't see it, but Bucky here is ready to get into interrogation mode," informs Sam with a sadistic glee in his eyes. As on command, a pair of hands come into view, hovering just above his stomach, and Peter bites his lips, trying to keep the smile down that's forcing its way on his face. The hands begin to inch closer, barely hovering over his tummy, and Peter sucks his stomach in, trying hard to keep it together. When the hands shot forward, fingers wriggling tauntingly but not actually touching him, Peter's resolution breaks. He is immensely embarrassed by how quickly he crumbles.

"Get awahahahahy from mehehe!" squeezes Peter out between his panicked laughter. Clint grins in amusement, watching the squirming teen from the sidelines, giving Sam and Bucky a chance to have their fun but not leaving a moment to poke fun at Peter. 

"He hasn't even started, kid. You won't last a minute, but you can make him stop now. You simply have to spill your dirty little secrets."

The three men wait, but Peter stubbornly shakes his head, not giving in.

"Well, we tried it the easy way. Bucky, go on."

Clint grins at the way the kid's eyes grow wide as the hands start coming into contact with his middle, and begins ruthlessly tickling him. 

"NAhahahah BUHUHUHUCKY DOHOHON'T!"

He throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut tightly as an assault of ticklish sparks shout right from the place Bucky's fingers dig into his skin into his brain, leaving him in stitches. 

"Let's take this up a notch." Sam grins and walks over to the screeching teen, ready to join the party. Peter's eyes shoot open as he feels a second pair of hands beginning to tickle him, seizing his hips and giving them a quick succession of well-timed squeezes. The feeling of four hands tormenting him became unbearable quickly. Peter's body acts on its own when he tensed his arms and pulled his feet up towards his chest. Before Sam could register what was happening, a pair of thin but strong legs closed around him, catching and trapping his arms against his waist and rendering him immobile.

 

"How did you manage that?" asks Bucky from behind Peter with amusement as he catches Sam's predicament.

"Come on, Peter. Let Sam go. You should stick to catching bank robbers or flies and not birds."

"Thehehere are spidehehrs thahahat cahahtch bihihirds!"

"Alright, nerd," teased Bucky and rolled his eyes before he claws with his right hand into Peter's ribcage while the other scratches teasingly into his exposed armpit. 

"No, no, no, Buhuhuck, pleahahase dohohn't!"

"Let him go, and I'll stop," he suggests, tone playful.

"Youhu're lyhyhying!"

"Oh, how did you know?" asks Bucky, smirking and kneading into the kid's lean sides, earning more trashing and shrieking.

"Bucky, stop tickling him for a moment. I think he's going to break my spine at this point."

Sam pulls a grimace as Peter's legs squeeze tighter around his middle with every second. 

"I think I can help with that."

Clint approaches the man, glancing over Sam's shoulder at Peter. 

"Peter, let go of Sam."

Peter shakes his head violently, not thinking about giving Sam another chance to attack him.

Clint lets out a sigh before shrugging his shoulders. 

"You leave me no other choice, kid."

Clint stands behind Sam and glances down where Peter's legs close around the man's midriff. He reaches out and quickly scribbles his fingers over the soles of the teen's feet. With a high-pitched shriek, the legs let loose, and Sam was about to let out a sigh of relief when a foot came in contact with his chest and sent him flying back a few meters. 

"Shihihit! Sohohohrry Saham!"

He hears Bucky let out a shocked but not less amused laugh.

"You should wear shoes in the gym, Peter. Bruce or Tony will kill you if they find out you walk around here in just socks."

"I wahahas juhuhst testing out my geahahahar."

"Still, that's dangerous. Something could happen to your feet."

Clint reaches out to catch one of the flailing feet to give it a quick tickle, but Peter sees it coming and pulls them quickly close to his chest, scowling at the man as threateningly as he can while laughing his head off. It wasn't very threatening. 

"Leahahahave them alohone, Clihint!"

Clint puts his hand up defensively, carrying a smirk on his face. "Okay, okay. No need to pull a Sam on me, kid."

"Hey!" shouts Sam from his place on the ground, grimacing as he rubs his chest. 

"Clint's right, that's still dangerous," comments Bucky, and it drives Peter mad how the three were talking this causally while the ex-assassin did everything that leaves Peter laughing his head off.

 

"I dohohon't wear shohohes in the suhuhit eithehheher!" he protests as well as he could. 

Sam frowns at that when he comes to a halt next to Clint, sending Peter a disapproving glance. "Don't let the public hear that. I can already see CPS getting sent after us.  Excuse me, your enhanced spider toddler doesn't wear shoes while fighting DoomBots. We need to do a home visit. "

"I ahaham nohohot a toddlehehrr!" growls Peter, glaring at Sam.

"You are not? I'll bet I can make you sound like one."

Before Peter can ask what Bucky is talking about, a muscled arm wraps around him, finger hoking under the hem of his shirt and pulling it up. The arm stays wrapped around his chest, holding the shirt in place and exposing his middle to the cold air while simultaneously taking the last bit of room Peter had to move. He was now rendered completely immobile, and whatever Bucky was planning to do to him, Peter didn't know how much more he could take. 

"Would you look at that? Is that a cute little tummy that begs for attention?"

Peter's eyes grew twice in size at the words and the tone of voice Bucky was using. Bucky cannot be serious about doing this. 

"Does Pete-Pie's tummy want some tickles? Hmm?"

Peter didn't need to see the man's face to know he was wearing a massive shit-eating grin. If Peter had thought he had been embarrassed before, this was taking the meaning of being embarrassed to a whole new level. The worst thing about Bucky teasing him and talking to him like he was a three-year-old was the fact, that Peter couldn't shake off the nervous anticipation as he watched the metal arm creeping closer, fingers wriggling playfully just above his stomach. 

"You still won't talk Pete-Pie?"

"Fuck off, Buhuhucky!"

Sam shakes his head as he watches Bucky messing with the kid.

 

"You see Barton, that is what I talked about earlier. I don't care about people telling me Spidey is a genius, that just now didn't sound very genius to me."

Clint grins at the words, shrugging his shoulders. 

"Maybe he likes getting tickled?" he asks.

"Is that it, Pete? Do you like tickles? Like the little toddler, you are?" teases Bucky and starts scratching the tips of his fingers ever so lightly over his bare navel, causing Peter to scrunch his nose up as he tries to hold back the giggles that were building up in his throat. What Bucky did to him was nothing like the ruthless attacks from before. This was all gentle and teasing touches, dragging and wriggling fingertips lightly over his sides and stomach, searching for spots that made Peter twitch. 

Peter was biting his lips, dreading to give Bucky the satisfaction of making any sound after getting humiliated like that, but the ex-assassin really knew how to fish for a reaction. It got harder and harder to keep the noises from escaping as the fingers wandered upwards, dangerously close to his ribcage. Catching onto the way the body in his arm tenses up, Bucky's smirk grows even wider, and he pulls his hand away, creating a false sense of security before he brings his head closer to Peter.

"I found your weak spot, little Spider," he growls into the teen's ear, and his hand shoots up, pressing his fingertips under the highest of Peter's ribs, and vibrating his hand but not in a ruthless manner from before. It did create just the effect he had gone for, breaking the last of Peter's walls down, and soon high-pitched giggles poured out of the teen's mouth. A wide grin splits Peter's face, and the childlike giggles cause the three men to grin at the sound filling the gym. As much as they liked teasing Peter, they all had to admit that his high-pitched giggles were nothing but adoring. 

"Sure, you're sixteen and not three, Peter?"

Peter couldn't form an answer, too busy giggling his head off as the claw-like hand started vibrating into his belly, sending ticklish waves through his whole body. He could feel the heat in his head spreading down to his neck and chest, and he probably looked more flustered than ever before. The worst thing was that Bucky didn't seem to even think about stopping anytime soon, and Peter felt close to giving up.

"Okay, Gentleman, as fun as tormenting the kid is, we will end this here."

Peter had never felt more relieved to hear Tony's voice before. He listens half-heartedly as the man approaches the group before coming to a halt in front of him, glancing at him with a twitch of his lips.

"You're still alive."

"Just peachy, Mr. Stark."

"Good. Because I have a few things to discuss with you, Peter."

Peter catches himself as the string of web is cut and catches sight of Bucky, Clint, and Sam exiting the gym while Tony beckons him to follow him to one of the benches standing at the side. 

Peter sits down while Mr. Stark pulls out one of the extra vials with the solvent for the web fluids. He holds his still bound together hands out, waiting for the man to spray the solvent and free him when he gets pushed back onto the bench.

"Mr. Stark?" asks Peter, staring wide-eyed at the man who had pushed him down. 

"Oh no. You are not off the hook yet, Parker."

"I don't know what you are tal-"

"Ah ah ah," interrupts Mr. Stark and presses his finger against Peter's lips to keep him from talking. 

"Care to explain why you hacked into Friday, Peter."

Oh fuck.

"Not the words I would use, but that sums it up well enough."

Peter didn't mean to say that out loud. He gulps when Mr. Stark raises an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain himself.

"These three didn't manage to, but I know how to make you talk, Peter. Don't let it come to that," warns Tony and places a hand on Peter's stomach, keeping him from getting up.

"You saw all that?"

"This is my tower kid. What did you expect?"

Now Peter was seriously fucked.

[marvelouslyfluffy]

Pretty Special

Bucky x Reader

Bucky feels insecure about his arm and you tell him all of the ways you find it special. He comes up with his own idea of why its special.

Word Count: 1,838

A lazy Saturday afternoon in the Avengers Tower. You couldn’t ask for anything better. With no need to fight anybody, you could just lay on the couch and catch up on the book you were determined to finish. Everything was serene until you heard the door violently swing open. The sudden loud noise made you jump and you looked up to see Bucky aggressively stomp through the open door.

“Hey, Buck-”

“Hey,” he replied bluntly as he briskly walked his way past you toward his room. You immediately knew something was wrong, but you also knew that questioning him any further would make him even angrier than he already seemed. You decided to let him cool down for about 15 minutes before you sneaked to his closed bedroom door. You took a deep breath before you gently knocked.

“Come in,” Bucky’s solemn reply was barely audible. The door quietly creaked open as you used every muscle to step as softly as possible into his dimly lit room. Bucky was laying on his side facing you with only his head visible from under the blanket.

“Is...everything okay?” you asked hesitantly. Bucky heaved a deep sigh and shook his head. You weren’t for sure, but you thought you saw tears welling in his eyes.

“The one day I forget my glove...” he trailed off as you heard him sniffle. You gently shut the door behind you as you followed the sunlight coming through his curtained window to find the edge of the bed. You sat at the edge, slightly sinking into the mattress.

“What about your glove? Did something happen?” you questioned. Bucky took another deep breath, but you noticed it was a little shaky. He paused before he began his story.

“I was at the store, just trying to get some groceries. I had kept my hands in my jacket pockets as much as I could to not draw any attention to myself. I was just trying to grab a box of cereal. I wasn’t thinking and I reached out with this arm,” he motioned to his Vibranium arm and continued his story, “when I suddenly heard this piercing scream. I froze and turned to see this girl just looking at me with the most terrified expression on her face. She pointed at me and just screamed. I just left. I had a whole cart of groceries and I just left,” his voice began to break. “The one day I forget my glove and I get treated like some kind of freak.”

Bucky tried to muffle his sobs, but he knew there was no hiding it from you. You pulled off the blanket, held both of his hands, and pulled him up to a sitting position. You wrapped your arms around his torso as he wrapped his arms around yours and sobbed into your shoulder. Bucky was normally not one to show vulnerability in front of others, but he trusted you enough to do so.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you attempted to comfort, but it didn’t seem convincing to Bucky as he continued to cry. You began to rub his back, which seemed to help a little as his breath began to slow.

“You know, that girl didn’t know what she was missing. She didn’t know how special this arm really is.”

“Special?” Bucky asked between sniffling.

“Yes, special,” you replied matter-of-factually as you released your hug to look up at him. “I’ll show you. Take off your jacket.”

“Really? Right now?” he asked as a small smile started to form.

“Really, right now. Come on,” you encouraged. Bucky shook his head in amusement as he slowly unzipped and slid his arms through the sleeves. Even with the small amount of sunlight through the window, the reflection of the Vibranium seemed to light up the entire room.

“Wow, just look at that shine!” you admired as you gently stroked along the bicep. A breathy chuckle came from Bucky’s throat as he watched your amazement. “You know, not a lot of people have an arm that shiny. And even less people can get that shine from Vibranium. That’s pretty special.”

“That is true,” he replied sheepishly.

“You know, a lot of people work so hard all the time to make their arms so muscular and strong. With this arm, you never have to worry about that. You could lift me up with just that arm right now and not break a sweat!” You paused, looking up at him eagerly. He smirked as he crossed his arms.

“Are you expecting me to do that right now?” he asked as he raised an eyebrow.

“Come on, please?” you nearly begged as you pulled at his shining arm.

“Fine,” he sarcastically replied. You yelped as he used his stronger arm to scoop you up from under your thighs to lift you onto his shoulder. You giggled as you placed your hand on his shoulder to get your bearings.

“Having fun up there?” he asked as he looked up at you.

“Yep, this is pretty special,” you replied. Bucky grinned and rolled his eyes as he gently dropped you back onto the bed. You yelped again and laughed at the suddenness.

“Alright, what else do you got?” Bucky challenged. You sat back up, ready to accept.

“Do you know how heavy arms are? I sometimes with I could just take them off. You’re lucky, you can do that with at least one of them. Plus, if you really needed to, you could throw it and hit somebody with it,” you persuaded.

“Wow, I’m impressed,” he smirked.

“And do you know what the most special thing about your arm is?” you continued your enthusiasm.

“What would that be?” he asked, now amused by your showering of compliments.

“It’s a part of you,” you nearly whispered as you hugged his shining arm tightly. Bucky flinched and froze for a moment as he processed what was happening. When he looked down and saw you happily interacting with his biggest insecurity, he grinned softly as he turned his body toward you. He patted you on the back in a half hug then turned away and tried to lean back. You wouldn’t have any of that and firmly held your place.

“Okay, you can let go now,” he said. You shook your head and hugged tighter. “Come on Y/N, let go,” he chuckled as he gently tried to shake you off.

“No, not until you admit your arm is cool,” you replied. Bucky paused for a moment as he formed an escape plan.

“Well, there is one thing you missed as to why my arm might be so special,” he grinned down at you. You lifted your head, careful not to lose your grip.

“What’s that?” you asked.

“This.”

Without another word, you felt his hand twist around to scribble at your belly. You squeaked as you changed your hold from a hug to a grip around his forearm.

“What’s wrong? I thought you weren’t going to let go,” Bucky teased as he twisted his wrist to a more comfortable position to continue scribbling along your belly.

“Ihi haven’thahaha!” you argued as you use your newfound grip to attempt to push him away.

“Yeah, you’re right. But this might make you.”

With that, he didn’t hesitate to worm his fingers under the lower hem of your shirt. You shrieked and jumped back at the icy touch to your warm skin. However, you stayed strong as your grip slid down from his forearm to his wrist.

“It’s cold!” you almost whined.

“Sorry, is this better?” he asked in a sarcastic tone. Before you could even blink, he ripped away from your grip, grabbed your wrists with his Vibranium arm and began his attack once more with the other.

“Thahahat’s not faihaihair!” you cried out.

“You’re right, this arm does give me a pretty good advantage. I guess that is pretty special,” he winked as he did his best to follow your squirming body. He clawed right in the middle of your belly, which caused you to shriek and fall back against the bed. Bucky followed your motion as he lied down next to you and used this opportunity to pin your hands above your head. He temporarily stopped and allowed you to catch your breath. You turned your head to look at him and giggled with anticipation. He smirked mischievously and lifted his free hand to wiggle one finger towards you. The pitch of your giggling went up as you tried to turn your whole body away. It turns out Vibranium was even stronger than you imagined as your wrists didn’t move an inch. It didn’t help anything when he used his own legs to lock yours in place.

“Where are you going?” he asked in an “innocent” manner. “I just want to hear you laugh.”

He made you do exactly that when he began poking all around your upper body. Belly, sides, ribs, underarms, nothing was safe. The unpredictability of where he was going to go next was driving you crazy.

“Having fun?” Bucky seemed genuine when he asked. You could only laugh in response, but you wouldn’t be lying if you said you were kind of enjoying it. Bucky switched from a lying position to sitting up on your legs. He switched his hand positions so quickly, you didn’t have the chance to bring your own hands down. “Okay, time for the real fun.”

Bucky began spidering at your belly, pinching at your sides, and stroking under your arms, all while never seeming to tire.

“Hahahaha! B-Buckyyy, nohohoho!” you belted out as Bucky continued his sporadic attack.

“No what?” he played dumb.

“NohohoHOHOHAHAHA!” You squeezed your eyes shut and volume of your laughter increased when he decided to dip a finger into your belly button and wiggle it around.

“Wow, I don’t even need the whole arm to make you laugh. Just one little finger does the trick. That’s pretty special, indeed.”

You couldn’t reply as your laughter began to grow silent. Bucky realized enough was enough.

“Alright, I’m finished,” Bucky convinced as he let go of your wrists. You loosely hugged around your sides and slowly opened your eyes as your breath began to slow. Even in the dimly lit room, you could see Bucky’s warm smile glowing down at you. Your whole body sparked with mirth. Bucky gave you a few more moments to catch your breath before slipping his hands under your back. You jerked as another giggle slipped from your lips.

“I’m not going to tickle you anymore, I promise,”  a chuckle escaped from him as he lifted you up into a hug. You gladly returned the favor as your slung your arms around him.

“Thank you, Y/N. It’s nice to know that somebody likes me for who I am,” Bucky whispered into your ear.

“You’re a pretty special guy,” you whispered.

“You’re pretty special too,” Bucky replied.

Both of you smiled and held onto each other tighter as to not end this special moment.

[fluffymcu]

hi is it ok if i can request a bucky x sibling reader fic where they’re watching a movie and the reader starts to get bored so she starts to poke bucky’s side even though he tells her to stop, when she continues to poke him he decides he’s had enough so he just tickles her, plus with raspberries and/or nibbles?

“Stop…” Bucky warns, grabbing your hand with his and interlocking your fingers to keep you from poking him. You were both snuggled on the couch watch a movie. You take your hand away with a small whine and let it drop over the seat of the couch.

It was a perfect afternoon. The compound was quiet, which was rare, the weather was perfect; nice and cold, and you and your brother were spending some quality time together. It was perfect. But then boredom hit you. So you decided to mess with Bucky to pass the time. You always enjoyed annoying him. He’s fun when he’s mad.

You quickly attack him with squeezes to his sides, one foot on the floor so you can easily escape. Bucky laughs and let’s you tickle him for a couple more seconds before grabbing your wrist. With a squeal, you try to take off, but it’s like pulling against chains.

With a smug smirk, he pulls you into his lap sideways and lifts up your shirt to blow a series of raspberries on your belly. “WAHAHAHAIT STAHAHAHAP!”

“Nope!” He teased, blowing another raspberry, rubbing his stubble into you.

“OHOHOHOWWWW YOURE HURTING MEEE!” You slapped at his head, pulling his hair.

“Oh, stop acting like it hurts….and stop acting like this isn’t what you wanted!” He smirks, lifting you up and rubbing his stubble in your neck and playfully nibbling it, making you scream.

“AAAH! HEHEHEE! WHY CANT YOU JUST LET ME TICKLE YOU?”

“Cause I’m your brother, and that wouldn’t be very brotherly of me to just let you get away with that.” He smiles, reaching and grabbing a hold of your knees, relishing in the sound of your scream.

He was just getting started.

[romanestuffsposts]

Hey! Can you write one where little reader tries to convince stucky to get a puppy?

I love your page!

Hi there love! Thank you for the request. I hope you like how I turned it 💜

Thank you so much ❤️

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Warnings : litte reader is a vicius manipulative one in this one, paci, stuffie, mention of punishment, soft punishment, tease, pouty little reader, vicious daddies, cuddle, fluff, pet name

Pairing : Daddies!Stucky x Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : Even the most adorable puppy eyes can’t get you a puppy ? Let’s see about that…

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"Daddyyyyy" You sing as you jump on his laps. He chuckles and wraps his arms around you "what is it, little one ?" You look up at him "do you like Bucksie ?" you ask biting your lips.

Ah, Bucksie. He chuckles "of course I like Bucksie, Beautiful" This cause a huge smile on your face. Bucksie is a stuffie your daddies got you for christmas last year. It's a white puppy and you take it everywhere you go. You can't sleep if it's not in your arms, you don't like tv marathon in the evening if it's not beside you or with one of your daddies and you’re sick in the car if it's not in your hands to distracted you.

It's your bestfriend

"why are you asking me that ?" he asks tilting his head as he stares at your beautiful features "He good puppy Daddy, isn't he ?" you ask looking up at him with your big dreamy eyes. Your Daddy smiles and nods "he is the best, always so good and he always calm you down so why I wouldn't like it ?" his fingers are running down your hair and his eyes are still running around your face features

"Can I have anothew one ?" You ask shyly, your fingers fidgeting with each others, you nervously wait for his answer. His deep laugh vibrates the inside of your body because of yours still resting on him "I don't see why I would say no" he smiles when he hears your gasp. You turn your head to his "weally ?"

He nods once again with his loving smile "Yes, really" he says pocking his nose against yours making you giggle.

You bite your lips as your smile appears on your face "can i go tell Papa ?" you ask kicking your legs from joyce. The little energy you have in your body is about to run out.

"Go," he says "but don't run" he adds and you nod "pwomise, daddy" You kiss his cheek before getting up and start walking as fast as you can to your Papa's office.

You stop when you're infront of the door. You're about to open it but remember that you can't without knocking. So your little fists dance around the door annoncing at your Papa that it's no one else but you

You hear a muffle 'come in' so you open the door and enter quietly to not disturb him.

He already knew it was you, every time you are excited and have to ask something or when you're just in a happy mood, your hands knock all over the door. He looks up from his folds and smiles when he sees you infront of the door, waiting for him to tell you to come to him

"there's my beautiful baby" He smiles looking at you. You smile and wave at him but still remaind at your post "come here, sweetness. Come tell Papa what's got you in a good mood" he says patting his laps. You make your way to him and climb on his laps with his help. Your chest is infront of his and his hands are on your back to support you. You smile when his gaze is on you

"Papaaa" you sing just like with your daddy. He smiles and nods "Yess, sweets. I'm listening" he rest his back on the seat and make himself comfortable, knowing you won't go to the point immediatly

"do you like Bucksie ?" you ask peering up at him. He smiles thinking about that stuffie of yours "of course i like him, baby" His hands are caressing up and down your back giving you a massage sensation.

Another thing you love about your daddies is that whenever you're in their arms or beside them, they rub a part of your body, your belly to calm you down, your legs, your feet, your hand, your back or your arms. Everywhere they can put their hands on, they do

"can I have another one ?" you whisper and he frowns "don't you think Bucksie will be jealous if you have another friend like him ?" one of his hand is still on your back while the other is wondering on your belly.

"But told me he wanted anothew one like him. He wants a fwiend, Papa" You say pouting. Your Papa lifts your shirt so his fingers are wondering around your skin and he sighs "well, I guess you were good this week so we can go look for a new stuffie puppy this afternoon"

Your eyes widen from happiness and you gasp "weally ?" Your Papa chuckles and wiggles a finger in your belly button making you laugh "yes, really" he smiles seeing you fighting his finger "but you have to be good until there" he says stopping his teasing so your attention is back on him

You nod "I pwomise, Papa"

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You walk down the street between your daddies, Your hands holding your daddies's and your smile on your face. You look around the street, smiling even more when you see people with their dogs.

You still can't believe your plan worked. In your head it's all good now, you'll have your puppy but in your daddies head, it's another thing.

You stop walking when there's a puppy store on the street. You let go of your daddies hands making them turning around to look at where you're going. You walk to the window and smile at all the little puppy who are playing or sleeping. You quickly find the one who look like Bucksie and you jump on your feet, pointing him "is him!" you squeal turning around

Your daddies look at each other, Bucky frowns at his husband while Steve arches an eyebrow "what are you talking about ?"

You look back at the sleeping white puppy "is this one Bucksie want" you say with a smile on your face. Your daddies walks beside you and look inside the store. Steve turns to you "But sweetness. This is a real puppy. Bucksie wants a stuffie and we agreed with a stuffie. You can't have a real puppy" he says and you're happy face change into a angry one

"But Daddy said i could" You cross your arms. Your Daddy's head snaps down at you while Steve looks up at his husband, ready to jumps on him "what ?!"

Bucky shakes his head "I never said that. I said I was okay with a new stuffie, just like your Papa just said." He looks up at Steve "You know I would never have told her yes for a puppy before talking with you" Steve sighs and nods "i know, Buck"

They look down at you "We're going to the playstore, not in this one" Steve says giving you his hand to go back into your walk "But Papa said yes too" you mumble pouting

Steve sighs and kneels infront of you "we never said yes for a puppy. You manipulated us and unfortunaly for you it didn't work. So either you apologize and we go to the store for a new stuffie but you get ride of that pouty face or we can go home without a new stuffie and a punishment" he says and your eyes are watering "what do we do ?"

You turn your back at him and he sighs standing up "alright, I guess I know the answer"

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It's been three days now. Three days that you're dying for a puppy. When you came home that day you were send to a time out in your bedroom and you have to go to sleep earlier without cartoons for a week.

You were suppose to sleep right now but you can't. All you can think about is the puppy you want. All you can think about is the games you want to play with him. You want a new friend and you sure will do everything to have him

You get up from bed, your paci correctly put in your mouth and your Bucksie warmth up in your arms. You make your way to your daddies's bedroom, praying for them to not be mad at you for being awake this late. You carefully open their bedroom door and step inside. The dark of their room make your muscle tremble a little but you know your Bucksie is here to protect you as much as your daddies do

You walk to Bucky's side of the bed and shake his hand. You watch as his eyes open before blinking a few times. He lifts his head a little with sleepy eyes "Baby ?" his sleepy voice rings around the room "what are you doing here ? Why don't you sleep ?"

"Can't seep" you whisper "want daddies" you add and your Daddy smiles at you. He shifts a litte and opens the sheets for you to come in. You climb with his help in the bed and you lay down between your warm dadides. Your scooping closer to your Daddy, your head against his chest with your Bucksie between you both "why can't you sleep ?" he asks not whispering, knowing that your Papa is now awake and watch you both

"Bucksie was talting too much" you say looking down at your stuffie. Your Daddy hums, sliding his fingers down your arms "what was he saying ?"

"He was talting about a new puppy" you say "he is sad he can't have one"

Your Daddy looks beind you at Steve who is shaking his head with a knowing grin "what did you told him ?" Bucky asks looking back at you "Told him you said no" you say playing with Bucksie's ears "So now he mad at you"

Bucky chuckles "Oh, yeah ?" he looks behind him at Steve who nods. His eyes are back on you "well you can tell Bucksie that if you're good for another month, if you do your housework without complaining, if you clean your playroom after playing inside and if you don't whine about going to bed. Bucksie can have a puppy" he says watching your face

A whole month ? Doing all of that ? That's a lot. That's way too much for you and you know that. You daddies knows that as well.

"and if you have one. You will have to come every time when it's time to take him for a walk, even if you're playing. He won't go upstairs and you'll have to feed him. And it's important things you can't forget, either way we won't be able to keep it. Do you understand ?" Your Papa says from behind running his fingers up and down your back

That's a lot of responsable things. But you're a big girl, you'll be able to do all of that. You'll prove them you can do it, that you can be responsable

Like you said, you're going to do everything to have a puppy.

[supermarvel-fics]

Take It Easy

word count: 3,900

pairing: bucky x reader (established marriage) - no pronouns used

cw: angst, hurt/comfort, mentions and depictions of blood and violence

summary: Bucky gets hurt on a mission and you have to remind him not to constantly put himself in harms way.

author's note: I know I just posted a fic like 5 days ago, but I loved this prompt so much that I was so eager to write it! Plus, I'm leaving for vacation tomorrow and I'll be on a hiatus for a week, so this should compensate. Thank you to the sweet anon who asked for some lee!bucky! It's been one of my faves to write. Hope you enjoy :)

“You’re hurt,” You stated in distress. Bucky’s hand covered the wound, but blood was steadily dripping from between his fingers. Frantically looking between the stab wound and his face, you reached your own hand out and placed it on top of his for the added pressure.

“I’m alright,” Bucky grunted, taking sharp breaths to keep himself from extending his abdomen. With him, you walked at a steady pace to get him onto the quinjet where Stephen awaited him. “It’s not that deep.”

“Not that deep?!” You shouted in disbelief. “Bucky, you just got stabbed! Just because you’re a super soldier doesn’t mean you’re immune from dying! Dismissing my feelings about this is—”

“Doll, doll, doll!” Bucky cut you off frantically as you reached the medical bay. He turned to you, eyes mirroring how wide yours were. “I meant the wound. The wound isn’t that deep.”

He hit the button on the wall to open the med bay doors, awkwardly shuffling inside with you basically attached to him. “It feels pretty deep, Buck,” You replied—your voice having gone back to its natural volume. “There’s blood everywhere.”

“What happened?” Dr. Strange asked, putting away his magazine and standing tall to rush over to Bucky.

“Enemy ambush. Didn’t even see ‘em coming,” Bucky explained. He pulled his hand away from his stomach, receiving a gasp from you in response when the accumulating blood spilled onto the floor.

“NOT THAT DEEP?” You yelled again, but Bucky knew it was more from fear than it was out of anger. You were scared, that was valid.

“Okay, okay, let’s put pressure on that,” Stephen guided Bucky’s hand back over the stab wound while he scrambled to find some gauze. You gently pushed him over to the table, helping him sit on it carefully. Unclasping his armor, you undressed Bucky to the best of your ability, keeping your gaze on his sliced abdomen. “You may want to leave the room for this.”

Your eyes snapped up to meet Stephen’s with a fury burning behind them. “If you think I’m going to leave my husband, then you would be sorely mistaken, Stephen.”

“Doll, maybe he’s right. The team could really use your help now that I’m out,” Bucky said with a reassuring tone and lacing his metal fingers with your fleshy ones. “I’ll be okay.”

“No.”

“I’m fi—”

“I said no,” You seethed through clenched teeth. You let go of his hand to pull a chair up next to the medical table, plopping yourself down on it before interlocking your fingers with his. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Bucky and Strange looked between you and each other, silently having a conversation. It ultimately ended with Bucky shaking his head and Strange shrugging as he got the syringe with the anesthetic, but you didn’t seem to notice. You were too focused on the crimson red blood seeping from Bucky’s stomach.

“Hey,” Your husband shook your hand to get your attention. Reluctantly tearing your eyes away from the wound, you looked to Bucky, who was surprised to see you with tears glazing them over. They hadn’t fallen, but they were there. You, normally stoic and brave-hearted, seemed to be a moment away from crying. “I’m okay.”

You sniffed and turned your head to look back on what Stephen was doing, but Bucky put a stop to that quickly.

“No, no, eyes up here. Look at me,” He said sweetly. When you met his gaze again, Bucky smiled and rubbed his thumb over the top of your hand. “Hi. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” You whispered back. Bucky brought your hand up to his face, placing a quick kiss then nudging it with his nose. This side of Bucky—the soft side of him—was only reserved for you. Only you got to see Bucky’s defenses come down and only you got the sweet and playful side of him that he kept hidden.

The same could be said for you. You were a hardened and brooding agent, never openly showing your emotions. It was possibly why Bucky fell in love with you when you two first met. Maybe he saw a bit of himself in you or maybe he just thought you were beautiful. He never explained. You never asked. It didn’t matter. Bucky was yours and he would always be yours.

“Talk to me,” Bucky demanded softly. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you willed yourself not to let those godforsaken tears fall, but the exact second you opened your mouth to speak, they slipped from your waterline along with a suppressed sob.

“I—” Barely one word and your voice cracked. That was it. You stopped trying to hold it in and instead, let your emotions envelope you. It was almost refreshing; you hadn’t cried like this in years nor have you felt such fear. “It juhust kind of h-hit me th-that…”

Bucky squeezed your hand tighter in response. “What hit you, doll?”

“That you’re not invincible,” you cried. “You won’t live forever no matter h-how much I w-want you to. You can get hurt just like the rest of us and that just because you’re a super soldier, that d-doesn’t mean you are immune to knives and bullets!”

By this point, you’d completely let your body feel the hurt and the fear of losing your husband, taking a peek at Strange’s work just to make sure everything was okay. He’d quickly and carefully cleaned the gash and was halfway finished with the stitches.

“Sweetheart, I’m fi—”

“Don’t you dare say you’re fine, James,” You hissed, whipping your head back towards him. “You could have died today.”

Bucky was taken aback by the use of his first name. You never used that name. It didn’t matter if you were upset or angry with him—the only time you’d ever said his first name was when you stood up on the altar and said your vows. So, hearing it come through your lips laced with malice was shocking.

“I can die any day,” He calmly told you. “Not one day that we live is promised. I got hurt today and unfortunately, you were here to witness it, but it’s no different than the life-threatening actions we put ourselves through month after month.”

Bucky let go of your hand to reach his arm out, wiping your tears away with his thumb. Your skin tingled as his warm skin touched yours. It was warm, meaning that he was alive. That’s all that mattered.

“You’re right. Just because I’m a super soldier, that doesn’t mean I’m immortal, but it does mean that I can handle a lot more than the average human being,” Bucky continued. “This stab wound? It’s a cut. That’s all.”

“He’s right,” Stephen spoke up, looping the last stitch through Bucky’s skin. “This was a surface wound to him. Had it been us, we’d probably be dead on the floor.”

Bucky twisted his head, shooting daggers at the sorcerer for being so insensitive, but was genuinely surprised to hear a giggle come from your lips.

“That’s soho not fuhunny, Stephen,” You chuckled, drying the remainder of your tears.

“Seems to me like it was,” He smirked as he applied the final dressing to Bucky’s stomach. “You’re all done here. Get some rest. Come see me in 7 days.”

Bucky hummed his response, sitting up with a tiny grunt and throwing his legs over the side of the table to face you.

“See? Good as new,” He gestured to his torso with a grin. You matched it, sighing in relief. “I will not be dying today.”

“Mm, you still might,” You replied with a shake of your head. “You scared me to death today. I should kill you for that.”

Leaning forward, you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, relishing in the way it still felt like the first time you kissed him. That fire, that spark—it was there even 4 years married.

“It won’t happen again, madame,” Bucky whispered against your mouth before kissing you once more.

“Alright, out of the med bay unless there’s a medical emergency,” Strange shooed the two of you. “You’re making me sick.”

Snickering, you stood from your chair and helped Bucky from the table, pulling his shirt over his head. The two of you made your way out and back to the front of the jet just as the rest of team had started filing in.

“Buck!” Steve bellowed, marching over to him. “What happened? You disappeared on me, man!”

“I’m fine, now. I was stabbed, I got stitches, end of story.”

Steve looked over to you warily. “Is he telling the truth?”

Bucky scoffed prior to you answering. “He’s sugar-coating it. It was bad, but he’s all fixed up. I made sure of it.”

You guided Bucky to a seat and sat yourself next to him. For the third time that day, you interlocked your fingers with his and let yourself take in the feeling of his calloused hands. He was there and for now, at least, he wasn’t going anywhere.

That thought kept swirling around in your head, bringing you enough comfort to fall asleep on Bucky’s shoulder for the duration of the ride home.

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The days that followed, you waited on Bucky hand and foot. He assured you that you didn’t have to—he was fully capable of making his own coffee—but he didn’t argue with you. If it gave you a piece of mind, he’d let you have it. And to be honest, it was nice to be cared for.

His body had healed itself quicker than expected, but you were still worried that any strenuous activity would be the end of the line for him. It wasn’t until week 2 that he had to put a stop to it.

“Doll, please,” Bucky grabbed your hands as you went to tie his shoes for him. “You have to stop.”

You looked up at him with that signature pout he hated loved so much before standing straight.

“I’m good as new. I’m cleared to train and go back out into the field,” He told you with a sympathetic smile. “I appreciate you always taking care of me, really, but I’m alright now.”

“Sorry, I just don’t want you to get hurt again,” You intertwined your fingers into his. Bucky chuckled and stood up to match your height, towering a couple inches taller.

“Well, I’m not going to die tying my shoes,” He commented prior to kissing you on the forehead. “Will you let me go train now?”

“Hm, I don’t know. Will you promise me that you’ll go easy on yourself and if you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable, you’ll call it a day?” You batted your eyelashes at him in that way you always did to get him to agree to do something he really had no interest in doing. Bucky groaned, but felt a grin tugging at his lips.

“Ugh, yes, I will. I promise.”

He surged forward to kiss you, but you pressed your forefinger to his mouth before he could. “And don’t think you can get away with anything. I can always ask Steve or even show up there myself.”

“Yes, dear,” He drawled out, placing a short peck to your finger. Quickly, you replaced it with your lips, sending him off to his first training session.

In retrospect, you knew he’d be okay. Bucky was tough and could obviously handle things other people couldn’t, but the day he got hurt instilled a fear in you that you hadn’t been prepared for. Going into this line of work, you knew that your life was a gift—a privilege. Every mission you and the rest of the team embark on could be your last.

But no one had ever come close to losing their life. Not until that day and, of course, it was Bucky. He’d always been the one to put his life on the line to save others. It was something about him that you absolutely hated, but you couldn’t fault him for. He had one of the biggest hearts known to man, even if he never outwardly showed it.

You were thankful that he saved Wanda, really you were, but the fear that swallowed you whole that day still lingered. So, you compensated by doing everything for him. You knew it was pointless and unnecessary, but it helped ease your mind. Bucky had completely healed days ago, you knew, but you continued anyway because it was the only thing keeping you from completely unraveling.

Becoming more anxious by the second, you made your way to the gym to watch Bucky silently. You weren’t going to make your presence known – all you needed was to see him. It was more for you than it was to keep an eye on him.

You watched in awe as he swiftly sparred with Steve, pinning him to the ground with almost no effort. Bucky didn’t seem to notice, but you saw the way Steve pulled his punches. He was nervous, too.

Knowing that there was someone there with him that would keep your husband safe, you left and sauntered back to your bedroom.

Busying yourself with paperwork, you waited for Bucky to return and the hour and a half that it should have taken him, shortened to an hour.

He opened the bedroom door with a creak. “Hey, doll.” He shuffled over to your work desk and kissed your cheek. You slightly grimaced when his hand touched your back—his sweat transferring over to you. He took clean clothes and a towel from the drawer and headed towards the bathroom.

“You’re back early,” You voiced. He turned to you, wiping the sweat droplets from his forehead.

“I promised you I’d go easy today. Plus, I missed you,” Bucky smiled, causing you to reciprocate it.

“You gave up an extra 30 minutes of training for me? After you’ve spent the last two weeks chomping at the bit to get back into it?”

Bucky shrugged. “What can I say? You’re addicting,” He winked at you and left to take a shower. You furrowed your brows in confusion. Bucky had spent the last 14 days with you attached to his hip and when he finally got the chance to do his own thing, he cut it short because he missed you.

He obviously wasn’t telling you the entire truth. You’d never complain about him coming back early just to spend time with you, but never in your 7 years of knowing him, had he ever ended a session just because he missed you.

Shaking your head, you changed for bed as well and snuggled comfortably under the comforter on your side of the bed. It didn’t take long for Bucky to reemerge from the bathroom, his torso glistening with water and his boxers hanging low on his hips. He dried himself off with the towel before tossing it into the hamper.

As Bucky’s wife, you had access to all of him all of the time, so admiring his physique was nothing out of the ordinary. Today, though, your eyes were drawn straight to his scar. 3 inches in length and maybe half an inch wide that stood vertical and was equidistant from his side and navel, your gaze was glued to it.

He settled himself into bed, pulling the blanket just high enough to rest over his legs, still leaving his abdomen visible.

“You okay?” Bucky asked you. You inhaled sharply and snapped your head up to look at him.

“Yeah, sorry,” You apologized. “I just…”

“I know I’m horribly disfigured now, but there’s no reason for you to stare,” He teased you, pushing your shoulder gently. You snickered in response, placing your hand flat on his stomach.

“It’s just scary to think that this scar could have been it for you. I don’t know, I’m being silly,” You said, nestling into Bucky’s side and laying your head on his chest. You began tracing the scar with the pad of your thumb, taking in its ridges and its unevenness.

“You’re not silly. I understand. All you need to know is that I’m okay. I have plenty of other scars and I just added one to the collection, that’s all,” Bucky comforted you, rubbing your arm. You sighed and nodded, switching to rubbing the scar with your index and middle finger.

It was relaxing at first. Soothing, even, but the longer it went on, the more your touch lost its weight. Only the tips of your fingers were tracing it, making Bucky’s stomach tense up every time you brushed closer to his hips.

“D-Doll,” His breathing hitched as you accidentally curled your fingers, swiping his skin with your blunt nails. “That, uh, it… you’re t-tickling me a little.”

You retracted your hand as if his skin was white-hot, inhaling sharply. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” He stated as he released the breath he’d been holding. The air was silent for a few moments, letting you take in what he had just said.

Bucky was ticklish. You’d known him for close to a decade and not once had he ever mentioned that fact. He knew you were ticklish, but only in a couple of places, so it was never too bad if he ever tried. Still, you couldn’t believe that he straight up admitted it.

Testing the waters, you reached your hand out and fluttered your fingers over Bucky’s hipbone.

“Wohohoah! Hey!” He shouted, instantly grabbing your wrist and holding it high above his torso. Your eyebrows raised as you let a smug grin grace your features.

“You never told me you were ticklish!” You said as you sneakily poked his side with the hand that was hidden underneath you. Bucky jerked away with a yelp.

“Hey! I never thought I had to! You never tried, either!”

“Well, I’m trying now,” You sang, wiggling your digits at his lower ribs where they were smushed against your body. He spluttered out a small laugh, releasing your wrist to cover his side. You took the opportunity to pinch at the skin of his hips, smiling once a melodic giggle rose out of your husbands throat. “Okay, now that’s just adorable.”

“Ahalright! Alright! You got me, I’m a little ticklish,” He declared, swatting your hand away.

“No, I’m a little ticklish. You’re very ticklish,” You sat up, digging into his ribcage with both hands, giggling yourself as he slammed his elbows down and threw his head back onto the pillow, a genuine, hearty laugh spilling from his lips. “Very ticklish indeed.”

You stopped as quick as you started, smirking as Bucky crossed his arms over his torso. “I-hi thought you didn’t want mehe to do any strenuous activity!”

“Uh, you said yourself that you were completely healed, Sergeant Barnes. Did you lie to me?” You asked impishly, shooting a hand up to tickle his neck. As expected, he scrunched his shoulders up, giving you access to his belly. You scratched at the taut skin, eliciting a shriek from the super soldier.

“NOHO! I didn’t! Doholl, please,” Bucky begged, pushing at your hands. It was obvious that he wasn’t trying his hardest to get you to stop. Bucky was a damned super soldier—if he really wanted you to stop, he’d get you to stop. He seemed to be loving this playful side of you, having not seen it for the last couple of weeks.

“Okay, so tell me why you cut your session with Steve short,” You interrogated him, narrowing your eyes. Bucky chuckled nervously, shifting a little.

“I already told you! I just missed you!”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” You jested back, jumping up to straddle his hips and wasting no time in kneading your fingers into his sides. Bucky let out a roaring laugh, gripping your wrists loosely—more to have something to do with them than to push you away. You grinned endearingly at that, moving inwards to tickle his scar again. “This little scar has cause me a lot of emotional turmoil, Bucky. The least you could do is be honest.”

“Whyhyhy do yohou think I’m LYHYING?” He questioned, jolting when you neared his waist line again. That spot of his seemed to be particularly sensitive. You refocused all your efforts there, taken aback by the volume of Bucky’s laughter and how he thrashed around. “OHOKAY! NOHOT THERE! DOHOHOLL!”

You halted your attack for a moment, but kept your hands poised at his hips. “Tell me the truth.”

Bucky groaned through an uncharacteristic giggle, covering his face to hide just how flustered he was. “I-hi didn’t lie, I juHUST—NOHOHO! OKAY, IHI GIHIVE!”

You stopped again, waiting to hear his response. Sighing in defeat, Bucky found your hands and laced his fingers through yours. “I did miss you, that much was true, but I will admit that… I may have overworked myself.”

“Sorry, you what? I didn’t quite catch that,” You taunted him, leaning closer to his face even though you heard exactly what he’d said. Bucky growled and ripped his hands from yours, pinching at your thighs—one of the two tickle spots you had. You barked out a laugh, slapping him away and sliding off his hips.

“You were right, okay! I took it a little too hard and had a back spasm. No need to throw a party,” He announced, defiantly crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m fine, now. Steve worked it out.”

“Mmhmm,” You hummed. “You know I’d hate to say I told you so, but…”

“I’m not above pinning you to the bed and tickling your neck, sweetheart. Don’t get a big head,” Bucky side-eyed you from his place in the bed, smirking once you let out a flustered squeak.

Composing yourself, you asked, “So, you’re okay? Nothing hurts?”

“No, nothing.”

Nodding, you settled yourself back into his side, wrapping your arm over his stomach with only the purest of intentions. “All I ever want is for you to be safe. Here in the gym, out in the field, all the time—I worry.”

Bucky brushed his fingers through your hair and kissed the crown of your head. “I should be the one always worrying about you.”

“Yeah, but I don’t put myself in harm’s way all that often. That always seems to be the first thing you do. I’m glad you want to protect others, but you need to think about protecting yourself, too. For my sake at the very least.”

Bucky let your words wash over him. He hadn’t thought of it that way. He’d been so busy trying to train as hard as he could to defend others that he hadn’t focused more on himself and his well being or how his injuries, or even death, could affect you.

Before he could respond, you continued. “Promise me you’ll start to value your life the way that I do.”

Bucky’s throat tightened at the way your voice sounded strained—as if you were trying not to cry—and reached his hand over, grabbing your chin and tilting your head up. He leaned forward to kiss you passionately, getting lost in how your lips were a perfect match for his.

He pulled away, but kept his forehead attached to yours. “I promise.”

You smiled and kissed him again; showing him just how much you’d hate to lose him.

[valiantphantomangel]

Any ideas on all out tickle fight between Sam Steve and Bucky?

Oke so I'm gonna try something different here, head cannons. These ideas are free for anyone to use. If you will write with these ideas please tag me i would love to read them 😃

It would start of with occasionally a jab to the side, or spidering over the back of someone's neck.

Bucky and Sam would be having there discussion about stupid things like 'waffels are better then pancakes'.

Steve would be reading in the corner eventually having enough of there bickering.

He would sneak up on both of them and absolutely destroy them at the same time.

Unfortunately for Steve, bucky still hat great memory of how ticklish Steve was.

They would verbally tease him into oblivion while wrecking with his worst spots.

And that would go on and on through out the whole day.

I was planning on writing a way longer fic but my inspiration is really low right now and I'm really busy with my personal life.

I will be writing more when i have more time.

[redderthanatomato]

hi!! so i rly wanna start writing tk fanfics but i am. a wee bit embarrassed so i’ve been lurking for the past two years on this silly little blog 💔💔💔 BUT IM HERE NOW‼️

idk where to start with writing to be completely honest! last time i wrote fanfiction was in.. middle school. we don’t talk about it.

but now it’s time for introductions: hi!! I’m Red :)) or Tomato. or whatever you wanna call me, i don’t have a preference! the username is definitely inspired by the fact that. i. get. flustered. way. too. easily. like it’s lowkey a problem but ANYWAYZ

like i said i’ve been lurking in the tickle community for a while but i’ve never actually talked about it? I’ve literally told two people about it ever- and they were my past partners 🤡 they just thought it was weird though, so i’ve been quiet about it ever since. but i’m so glad that there’s a community of people like me :)

i’ll probably be writing for mostly marvel characters! i recently watched all of the marvel films starting in 2022 (late i know) and i’ve fallen in love with them all. my autism goes CRAZY with these silly traumatized characters <3 I specifically love Bucky Barnes and Loki, so those two will probably be the main targets. I also will probably write mostly X Reader fanfics, purely because.. self insert (cries)

but yeah! hope i can make some friends on here!!

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

Deserving of Affection - Part 2

Word count: 3,000

Pairing: Bucky x reader - no pronouns used (established relationship)

Warnings: Brooding Bucky, but mostly fluff

This is a sequel to Deserving of Affection Part 1 by request in the comments, asking for a part 2 (see request below):

Bucky has just gotten back from a therapy session and asks for some gentle tickles to relax? Love your stories so so much

I was able to add in another request as well!

On days like today, you tried your best to follow your usual morning routine. Lounging in bed beside your super soldier love, wrapped up securely in his arms and showering him with tender kisses. Prying yourself from the warmth of your bed only once the sun had risen so high that you felt lazy remaining there any longer. Taking a speedier shower than usual so you could rejoin Bucky in the kitchen as soon as possible.

It wasn't much, but if showing him a little extra love in the morning before his therapy appointments made it even the slightest bit easier, you were more than willing to try.

After your morning shower, you padded into the kitchen where Bucky had already started a fresh pot of coffee for the two of you. He turned when he heard your footsteps, offering you a groggy smile as you entered and crossed the tile floor to press a chaste good morning kiss to his lips.

"Mornin', doll," he hummed, voice still a bit gravelly from sleep.

"Morning, sleepy head. Did you stay in bed while I was showering?" you teased.

"Mm. Didn't want to get up." He yawned, stretching his arms out above his head. Your eyes flitted down to the hem of his shirt where it had ridden up from his stretching.

"Bucky, this shirt is too small for you," you giggled, poking a finger in his exposed bellybutton. He grunted in surprise, arms shooting down as he folded over instinctively to protect himself.

"It is not!"

"Oh, so you want to show off your bellybutton on purpose, then?" You prodded at his belly again through his shirt, eliciting a short bark of a laugh as he grasped your hand.

"Keep doing that. See where it gets you," he warned, wiggling his eyebrows tauntingly before releasing you. He turned to check on the coffee pot, which had nearly finished brewing.

"What time is your appointment today?"

"Noon." His tone was suddenly flat. You knew he dreaded these appointments.

"You've got time for some breakfast then. What do you want? I'll make you something."

"You don't have to do that." Bucky busied himself with shutting off the coffee pot, not bothering to turn around to look at you as he responded. You stepped up behind him and slipped your arms around his waist, embracing him from behind.

"I want to." You pressed your lips to his cheek, and he huffed defeatedly. "And I won't take no for an answer," you added as you stepped back and headed for the refrigerator.

"You're stubborn, you know that?"

"And proud of it." You shot him a cheeky wink over your shoulder, making him smile despite himself. "If you don't tell me what you want, I'm just going to make eggs and toast."

"Sounds good to me."

You pulled out the ingredients from the fridge and bumped the door shut with your hip, setting them down on the counter. Beside you, Bucky moved to the kitchen cabinet where you stored your coffee mugs, reaching up to select two from the top shelf. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his shirt had ridden up once again. Swiftly, you reached over and poked his bellybutton once again before he could grab hold of the mug handles.

"Ha-hey!!" Bucky whirled around to face you with a playful gleam in his eye that made your stomach flip. "Oh-ho, that's it!"

A squeak bubbled up in your throat as he suddenly gathered you in his arms before you could flee. He grappled with you for a moment as you squirmed, finally succeeding in pinning you to his chest with his metal arm wrapped around your ribs.

"Mmpf- Bucky! Lehet me go!" you demanded, albeit less forcefully than you'd have hoped laced with giggles.

"Let's see how you like it, huh?" He slipped his human hand up beneath the hem of your shirt, prodding his middle finger into your bellybutton and wriggling it.

"Yee! Bucky thahat's WEHEIRD!" You folded in on yourself and squirmed in his grasp.

"I know," he acknowledged with feigned sympathy. To add insult to injury, he began scratching at the bare skin around your navel with his other fingers. Rapid giggles burst from your mouth, making him chuckle affectionately. After a moment, he released you in favor of returning to the task of preparing coffee for the two of you. You shot him a playful glare as he smirked at you, resisting the urge to poke him again when he reached for the mugs.

"I'm getting you back later. Just you wait."

He laughed at your resilience. "Sure. I'm looking forward to it."

The remainder of the morning was calm and pleasant, though you could sense the tension in the atmosphere. Bucky was sullen and brooding by nature, but on therapy days he was especially stoic. He struggled with the looming threat of having to talk about his traumatic past. It was good for him; healthy. He knew as well as you did. But that didn't make him dread it any less.

Just before he left for his appointment, you wrapped your arms around him in a loving embrace. He let out a slow breath as he hugged you tightly to his body, pressing his lips to the crown of your head before reluctantly releasing you and leaving the house. Once the door had shut behind him, you headed off in search of monotonous tasks you could complete around the house to pass the time, knowing Bucky would be on your mind until he returned home.

It was about an hour and a half before you heard the muffled whirring sound of his car pulling back into the driveway. You were elbows deep in the process of scrubbing the kitchen sink clean, and you knew he wouldn't want you to accost him the minute he walked in the door anyway, so you called out a 'hello' to him when you heard the front door creak open. He grunted a short 'hi' in response, his heavy footsteps heading straight past the kitchen and toward the bedroom you shared without stopping by to see you. You winced, knowing that meant he'd had a rough session. As much as it pained you not to go after him, you knew he needed space for the moment.

After a bit of shuffling in the bedroom, you heard his footsteps nearing once again. Glancing up from your scrubbing, you caught a brief glimpse of Bucky storming past the kitchen doorway in his jogging pants and a T-shirt. He didn't look at you as he walked by - merely focused his gaze straight ahead and continued on his path toward the front door. Moments later, you heard it open and swiftly slam shut once again, shrouding the house in silence.

At first, when he’d acted this way after his sessions, it stung. Why couldn’t he come to you? You had made it very clear how much you cared about him, or at least you thought. Why should he take it out on you by ignoring you this way?

Over time, though, you realized it was out of fear that he avoided you when he got home from a difficult session. Fear that you’d ask him about it, yes, but mostly fear that you’d see a dark side of him that he didn’t ever want you to experience. Part of it was self-preservation, but a much larger part of his actions were to protect you from himself. It made your heart ache, realizing he felt this way. But you’d found it was best to let him be for a bit - let him have some headspace to clear his mind. So long as he continued to do it in a productive way.

Bucky was out for about another hour before you heard the front door open and close, much more gently this time, and his footsteps echo through the house. You were in the living room watching some mindless television, having run out of house chores to do for the day but needing a distraction to prevent yourself from worrying about the tormented soldier. His footsteps drew nearer, and you looked up with a warm smile as he appeared in the doorway.

"How was your run?" you asked casually. Bucky shrugged in response.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." His voice was still vapid, but at least he was talking now.

"Alright. I'll be right here." It was likely pointless to say it, since Bucky knew very well you had nowhere to go today, but it just felt important to you to reassure him of your presence. As if it could help ease the tempestuous thoughts and memories crashing in his mind.

He disappeared from the doorway, and you heard the distant spray of the showerhead raining down against the bathtub floor moments later. It didn't take Bucky very long to shower. In a short time, his figure had reappeared in the doorway, dressed in a set of lounge clothes. You patted the sofa cushion beside you to invite him to come sit, scooping up the remote to put on a movie instead of the TV show you knew he wouldn't be interested in. Bucky collapsed into the seat beside you, leaning his head back against the backrest with a long-winded sigh.

With the movie playing, you sat back and focused your gaze on the screen, although your mind was on the man sitting beside you. The silence pressed on for a few moments, broken only by the opening credits of the film you'd put on. After an internal struggle, you finally decided to speak.

"Is there anything I can do to make it better?"

Bucky's head turned slightly to look at you, a half-hearted smile on his face. He slid his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him, and you leaned your head against his chest.

"Just... be here. That's all I want."

"I think I can handle that." You draped your arm across his waist, nestling deeper into the crook under his arm against his side.

You knew he was only half paying attention to the film. He was restless, shifting in his seat or adjusting his arm every few moments. At one point, when Bucky had leaned a bit further away from you to rest his elbow on the arm of the sofa, you had to scoot a bit closer to him to maintain your headrest on his shoulder. You tightened your grip on his waist in the process, apparently accidentally digging your fingers into his side. You wouldn't have noticed, had he not suddenly laughed and jolted at your touch. The sound of his laugh was music to your ears, but you didn't want to bother him in such a vulnerable state.

"Sorry, didn't mean to tickle you," you mumbled apologetically, moving your hand away from the spot as though to prove you wouldn't do it again. Bucky hummed in response.

"S'alright."

Silence once again fell between you. Bucky seemed a bit less restless now at the very least, although he almost appeared to be too stiff. You, too, leaned motionlessly against the super soldier, wondering if you'd made him upset. When the silence began to feel too heavy, you opened your mouth to say something - apologize, ask if he was alright, something.

"Didn't you say you were going to get revenge earlier today?"

You were startled when Bucky's gruff voice sounded before yours could come out. It took a moment to recognize what he was referring to in your confusion. Glancing up at him with a furrowed brow, you answered,

"I wouldn't do that to you right now, Buck."

"Ah." His tone was flat, unreadable. He didn't say anything more - merely rested his head against the backrest with a sigh.

"Are you ok? I hope you're not upset with me, I really didn't mean to-"

"No, of course not."

"Then what is it?" You sat up and straightened your posture so you could look at him more fully. His expression was conflicted, hesitant. You swore you saw a hint of red dusting his cheeks.

"It's just... er... never mind, it's stupid."

"Bucky." You reached out and grasped his hand where it now rested on his knee, no longer wrapped around your shoulders. "Tell me. I'm sure it's not stupid." His gaze remained pointed down at your hand over his in his lap, the red tinge in his face now unmistakable as it blossomed into a deeper hue.

And suddenly, it clicked.

"I... could take my revenge now. If, you know, you wanted to get it over with."

His eyes flitted up to meet yours then, widening slightly at your unexpected statement. You grinned teasingly at him with a wink, hoping to lighten his mood. It was clear he needed a distraction from the turmoil in his mind, but there was no way Bucky Barnes was about to ask for something like that. This was your way to offer him what he so obviously wanted without forcing him to admit it to you, or even to himself.

"Well... I guess if it's gonna happen anyway, I'll just get it over with. But go easy on me, alright? It's been a rough day."

"Alright, but you can't go shoving me off with your super strength."

"That might be a challenge, but I'll try my best."

You eyed him for a moment, tongue in cheek as you pondered how best to discourage him from fighting back. Then, you twisted your body toward him and opened your arms, inviting him to lean against you.

"Come here."

Bucky laughed nervously. "You want me to just let you pin me in a bear hug?"

"Yup. Come here."

Shaking his head as though incredulous that he was giving in to this, he finally obliged, turning and leaning back into your chest. You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your hands on his sides. His abdominal muscles tensed under your touch.

"Ready?"

"Yehes, just get on with ihit!"

You wasted no more time, gently kneading your fingers into his sides and eliciting bright, bubbly laughter from the soldier. Encouraged by the wonderful sound, you allowed your fingers to travel inward to skitter across his abdomen, selfishly indulging in the feeling of his rippling muscles beneath your fingertips. He leaned more heavily into you as he laughed and squirmed a bit, but you were purposely being careful not to overwhelm him.

"Is this revenge enough for you?" you teased, scratching ever so lightly just above his waistline where you knew from experience he was particularly sensitive. His hand darted to grasp yours instinctively, though you knew he was trying his hardest not to physically push you away.

"Yehehes, that's plehenty!"

"You think we're even now?"

Bucky didn't respond, only melting further into you as your fingers crawled up his sides and danced along the muscle-clad skin overlying his ribcage. The sweet sound of his laughter was intoxicating to you, lifting your spirits after such a trying day for both you and the brooding soldier. You wouldn't say anything to him today, because you knew he'd been through enough, but you absolutely adored the fact that this was making him feel even the slightest bit better. Holding him in your arms, you relished in the feeling of his shoulders shaking against your chest as you attempted to wriggle your way up under his arms. It was raw, playful affection that you knew he craved but couldn't bring himself to ask for.

"Are you going to let me get you here?" you whispered teasingly in his ear, trying to slip your fingers underneath his biceps.

"Lehet you?? Why wohould I do that?"

"Alright, I'll have to try somewhere else then." You suddenly lifted your hand to his neck, dusting your fingertips along the smooth skin. It had exactly the effect you'd hoped for, causing him to lift his hand to reach for yours as his shoulder shrugged up toward his ear. In the few-second window of opportunity you had, you slid your other hand up beneath his human arm before he could lower it, delicately prodding and wiggling your fingers into the pliant skin. His arm shot down immediately, clamping down over your hand and leaving you very little wiggle room to continue tickling him.

"Ohohokay! Yohou got yohour revenge!" he exclaimed in protest through his laughter. Taking it as a sign that he was satisfied, you let your hands still against him, prying your fingers from beneath his arm with some difficulty to tighten your arms around his waist in an embrace.

"Do you feel any better?" you queried, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

"Better?"

"Well, they say laughter is the best medicine, you know."

You felt the vibration of his laugh in his chest against your palms where they rested firmly against his ribs. "Yeah, I guess that's true." He sat up, turning around to face you and kneeling on the sofa cushion. "I'm sorry I was so grumpy."

"It's ok, Buck. I understand."

"How did I get so lucky to find someone like you?" He crawled closer, gently pressing your shoulders to force you to lie back as he hovered over your form. "After everything I've done-"

"That he did. Not you. Don't forget that." You gazed at him firmly but tenderly, willing him to believe you. "You're a good man, Buck. You deserve this."

He ducked down and captured your lips in response, kissing you with a fierce passion. You sighed happily against his lips, melting into his embrace as he slid an arm around your back, cradling your neck with his other hand as he allowed his weight to rest on you. He felt safe with you, and you felt safe with him.

You lost track of time as he kissed you. When at last he broke away from your lips to breathe, you beamed up at the smiling soldier. After the morning started the way it had, that smile on his face was so much more than you could ask for.

Perhaps, one day, he'd see that he deserved this happiness.

[amour-de-ma-lee]

Respect your elders

Summary: you keep teasing Steve about his age so the two super soldiers get revenge

Y/N is at the avengers compound with Steve and Bucky, who have recently figured out she’s ticklish after playfully poking her.

They’re trying to pick out a movie, Y/N scrolls past different movies and pauses at Jurassic world. She looks at Steve with a grin, “so, what was it like back then?” Steve sighs with a playful glint in his eyes, “they died like 65 million years ago, darling.” She giggles in response, “oh so they were after you became a popsicle, okay” “You know what, Y/L/N?” She raises her eyebrows, “what?”

“Let’s see how youthful you can be, darling.”

He then instructs her to sit towards him and with her back to Bucky. As soon as she does it, he starts poking her sides. She falls into giggles and after not being able to push his hands away she squirms away, falling back, right into buckys lap. Her back on his lap, and her bare stomach, revealed by her cropped sweater in the open.

“I knew you were ticklish but I didn’t expect you to be this ticklish” Steve smirks at her. Y/N is still giggling a little and blushing, “I’m nottt, you just surprised me.”

“Oh, really?” A mischievous grin forming on buckys face as he brings his fingers above her stomach, slowly wriggling them. “James, don’t you dare.” She squeals as his hand forms a claw and starts tickling all over her stomach and a little bit of her sides. She desperately tries to squirm away and kicks out her legs, accidentally kicking Steve. He chuckles, “oh, you’re kicking me now?”. Steve then uses his legs to pin down hers, so that her socked feet are in his lap. “I can’t believe you kicked me” “HAHHAPLEASEHAHASTEVEHAH” “Please what? Tickle you? Of course darling” He starts scribbling over her feet, after a few seconds she’s squirming so much her socks start going off. He then takes them off completely and starts tickling over her bare feet. She’s laughing hysterically now and can’t even talk. “HAHAHAHAPLHAHHAHHAEASE” both men continue tickling her, Bucky is still clawing at her stomach but is now also tickling her neck with his other hand and Steve has started to tickle her sole of one foot with his left hand and play little piggy with her other foot and right hand.

“HAHAHAHIYIELDHAHAHAHAH”

“What was that, doll?” Bucky says, smirking.

“HAHAISURRENDERHAHAHAHA” finally both men slow down the tickles and eventually stop completely. She’s completely out of breath and still giggling a little, Steve lets go off her legs and she curls up on buckys lap. Eventually they settle on actually watching Jurassic world and not even 10 minutes in she falls asleep in buckys arms.

[gigglymarvel]

The Grouch Meets the Claw (Sam x Bucky)

“I’d love to see bucky x sam where bucky is just insufferably angry at the dumbest things like birds singing, cars revving too loud, the milk carton being empty, etc and sam is just OVER IT and needs bucky to lighten up so he tickles him <3” (Word count: 1201)

Sam was reading a book with his breakfast on repairing the engine on the old fishing boat. It was peaceful, that is, until Bucky came in, muttering to himself as he sat on the couch.

“You could’ve given me a heads up that we were outta milk.” Bucky grumbled as he lay himself down, watching Sam with a slight glare.

He raised his eyebrows, "My niece and nephew drink that. I drink almond milk, cashew milk or coconut milk." Sam replied calmly.

“Kids could’ve asked.” Bucky muttered, sighing as he tried not to react to Sam crunching his cereal so loud, eventually, he cringed at the sound of seagulls.

“Do they ever shut up?!” He snapped, feeling like he could crush a gull with his metal hand right now, not quite realising he was being angry over pretty much nothing.

Sam raised an eyebrow, getting impatient as he slightly raised his voice, "They're kids, Buck. They didn't pee in your Cheerios and you rarely eat cereal, why are you so upset over milk today?"

“I use milk for other things, you know.” The ex Winter Soldier muttered as he rolled to lay on his back, fiddling with his metal fingers. He then groaned when he heard a car revving outside, making him groan and slam a cushion into his face.

“What’s a guy gotta do to have some peace, huh?!” He said a little too loudly, beginning to notice his frustration from every little thing.

Sam slapped his book shut and walked over to the couch, sitting next to Bucky. "Man you need to lighten up," he said, lightly nudging his non-metal arm, making Bucky grunt and lean away.

“Whatever.” He replied simply, brushing Sam’s elbow away as he went to reach for the remote so he could try and figure out how to use the tv.

Sam poked his side, "I'm serious man, lighten up!" He told his friend as Bucky just flinched a little, his eyes widening briefly.

“If how I am is an inconvenience to you then you can read your book elsewhere.” Bucky told him in an attempt to steer away the attention from his flinch.

Sam caught it though, being that he was trained to have eyes like a falcon. "What was that?" He asked as he poked the super soldier again, closer to his belly.

“What was what?” Bucky asked, flinching again as he shoved at Sam’s hand. “Cut it out.” He murmured, trying to ignore him.

"You keep flinching when I poke you," he said and then poked with both index fingers all over Bucky's ribs and belly.

“Yeah because it hurts…” Bucky tried as he bit back a smile as he kept slapping at Sam’s hands, knowing he’d be screwed a million times over if Sam discovered his weakness.

"Hurts? You're a super soldier for crying out loud, it can't possibly hurt. I mean even when you broke your ribs on that mission recon, you were sore but not flinchy like this!" Sam talked aloud until he realized as his mind flashed to his niece and nephew, "Buck, you're ticklish," he smirked with an evil grin before scribbling into the super soldiers sides.

Bucky rolled his eyes but then gasped the second Sam accused him. “Wait nononono-“ he yelped and quickly pushed his hands away. “Don’t you dare!”

The Falcon simply laughed, "Oh my gosh, you're in for it!" He said and bounced and skittered and dug gently into Bucky's belly, causing Bucky to shriek with giggles, shaking his head quickly as he shoved at Sam even more.

“Sahahahaham I swehehear-“ he warned as he thrashed around and curled up a little.

Sam smirked at the super soldier, "Awww but you're grumpy! Laughter is the best medicine Buck! If I'd known it was this easy I'd have tickled your ass the minute you came down with your attitude! Ticktickticktickle!"

Sam’s words made Bucky cringe as he rolled his eyes and curled up on the couch. “You are.. you are such a jerk.” He told him, glaring at him as he tried to cover as much of his body as possible.

Sam decided to to dig into his armpit and his ribs on the side of the metal arm, "C'mon Buck you know you wanna laugh!" .” He teased as Bucky cackled with laughter and shook his head. “NAHAHAHAH!”

"There we go!" Sam smirked and shook in, making Bucky whine and giggle unwillingly, hating that Sam has discovered his weakness. “MEHEHEHEHEAN!”

"You need this! You needed to laaaaugh! Coochiescoochiecoochie coo Bucky boo!' Sam cooed fondly l, making Barnes blush a little and shake his head.

“Yohohohou sound duhuhuhumb!” He protested as he thrashed and shoved at Sam. “Yohohohou dihihihick!”

"You're an ass and I'm gonna tickle you till your grumpy goes away!" He smirked and shook in as Bucky groaned in between his fits of giggles.

“I cahahahant!” He whined, managing to kick Sam off the couch as he laughed helplessly.

"Who knew the super soldier was so ticklish?" Sam teased with a smirk, which caused Bucky to roll his eyes and attempt to roll away from Sam, who was now on the floor.

Sam smirked got up off the floor and pinned him, sitting on his arms and tickling into his armpit again and then shaking his tummy.

“SHIHIHIT WIHIHIHILSON!” Bucky shrieked out, cackling with hysterical laughter as he pulled at his arms, easily freeing his metal one and using it to cover his belly.

Sam pouted and squeezed into Bucky's side instead as he dug into his armpit. "Awww c'mon Barnes, you're just fine! Can't handle some tickles?"

“NOHOHOHO IM DYING!” Bucky cackled out as he rolled onto the side Sam was squeezing in hopes he would trap his hand.

Sam rolled his eyes, "My hand is trapped and still the tickle claw Bucky!" He teased and squeezed in even faster, now grabbing his other side too, causing him to cackle and arch his back.

“I’M NOHOHOHT AHAHAHA KID!” He replied, shrieking with laughter as shoved at Sam even more.

"Maybe you need to remember how to be one," Sam said, and daringly pulled Bucky's shirt up to raspberry his rock hard abs.

“Nono I’m good AAHAHAHAHAHA SHIHIHIT!” Bucky shrieked with laughter and shoved his shirt down, not expecting the sensation to be so much on someone like him.

Sam smirked, "There, now you're good." He said and finally let Bucky go. The Winter Soldier took in deep breaths, blushing a little as he tried to hold back his smile.

“You.. are such an asshole.” Bucky puffed out, flipping his friend off.

"Do I need to ungrump you again?" Sam threatened with wiggly fingers, making Bucky whine and slap his hands away.

“Nope, not at all, never again.” He replied, although deep down, he didn’t necessarily hate it, as it reminded him of the good old times with Steve.

Sam smiled and gave him a side hug, "Feel better man?" He asked his friend, who admittedly nodded.

“Yeah, thanks, now let’s get your boat fixed.” Bucky told him, grabbing the book out of Sam’s hands before heading out to the docks and working as if he hadn’t been a grump fifteen minutes before.