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Not me watching The Vow with my husband and the wife in the movie likes being tickled!! I was like "oh no he knows that's me!" And the tickle scenes I was dying!! My husband was like 😏.

It was so cute in the movie how he tickles her to help her clear her head!

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Ok I've been in an Edward Cullen mood (I love him) and imagine how HORRIBLE it would be to have him read your mind?!?!

"You want me to tickle you?"

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LEAVE US ALONEEEE WE BEG OF YOU

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I hate these kinky tword videos coming up in my feed!!! Literally delete and block and say "this particular post is not for me" and they still come up. Ugh don't even want to be on Tumblr anymore. No judgment if you like them, I personally just DON'T.

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Reblogged some old fics if anyone is in the mood. I look back and can't believe I wrote so many. I was always so excited to post a new fic!

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When Bucky Starts Counting...

This is a TICKLE fic

Dad!Bucky x reader

Warnings: none

Inspired by the request from: anonymous

Word Count: 1,158

Summary: Bucky and Sam take Y/n to Louisiana for Spring Break. While there, Y/n starts a play fight with Bucky.

You clicked “submit” and smiled to yourself, jumping out of your chair. You had all of your school work done and it was finally Spring Break. You had been looking forward to it for weeks now. You, Bucky, and Sam were going to Louisiana for a few days to visit Sam’s sister and her sons. Sam also had some business to take care of, which you didn’t know much about, but you were just happy to go somewhere new.

A few days later, you were in Louisiana sitting on the sunny pier as Bucky was working on one of Sam’s speed boats. You were in your shorts, gazing at the sparkling blue water.

“Y/n, can you hand me the wrench?” Your Dad asked from in the boat.

You stood up and went over to the tool box, smirking to yourself as you picked up the hammer. You climbed in the boat and handed it to Bucky who was focused on what he was doing. It took him a second to realize you handed him. He popped his head up with a teasing look on his face and you giggled. He reached up to tickle your tummy, but stopped himself, not wanting to get his dirty hands on your white shirt.

“Hmm. Very clever of you. The WRENCH huh?”

“Sorry, I’ll get it.’ You giggled going to get him a wrench.

Bucky rolled his eyes. The sunny weather really helped your mood, and it did Bucky’s as well. Maybe that’s why you were being so playful.

You handed him the wrench and Bucky thanked you, going back under the steering wheel. Bucky was laying on his back fixing who knows what and you noticed his shirt rode up to reveal his belly. This was an opportunity you couldn’t miss. You kneeled down and skittered your nails all over his belly. You watched him flex and he laughed a little.

“Y/n, why are you tickling me?”

“You never let me tickle you!”

“Well quit!” He said, whining just a little.

You tickled him again. He squirmed a bit.

“Y/n! STOP!” He said, obviously holding back a giggle.

“I think you should come take a break and play fight with me!” You said, tickling him a third time.

“Are you suuure that’s what you want “Y/n/n?”

“Yes!” You said, feeling butterflies flood your stomach.

“One…two…three…four…”

Your eyes went wide and you frantically jumped out of the boat. When Bucky starts counting, that means run.

Bucky stood up, reaching his hands in the water and cleaning them off on a towel. He saw you had disappeared so he left the boat and searched for you.

“Y/n! I’m here now! I thought you wanted to fight!”

You jumped out behind him and jumped on his back.

“Ahhh!” Bucky pretended to scream while you giggled. He pried you off his back and gently laid you on the grass. He raised his “claw” and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Waihihahait! Nohoho thihihis isn’t whahat I wahanted!” You pleaded.

“Since WHEN is this not what you want?!” Bucky teased, knowing the truth of how you felt about this.

“I wanted to tickle YOU!” You cried as his fingers barely brushed your tummy.

“Yeaaah, absolutely not!”

“Why? Too ticklish?” You challenged.

Bucky’s eyes went wide.

“You know what? Fine! Knock yourself out!” He said, plopping down on the grass.

You evilly laughed, immediately digging into his belly.

Bucky chuckled but was patient enough to let his daughter have her fun. You moved to his sides and he laughed a little harder, clutching his sides as you dodged his hands.

“See! This is fun!’ You cheered.

“Nohoho it isn’t!” Bucky said through his smile.

“Awww! Yes it is!” You said, moving up to scribble on his ribs.

Bucky now turned over on his side, laughing and squirming almost like a little kid, but he was having fun getting a taste of his own medicine. You were loving every second of this. You decided to squeeze his thighs.

“OHOHO okay that’s enough!” Bucky announced, trying to sit up, but you kept tickling him. This was his most ticklish spot and it was too extreme for him.

“Y/n! You’re done!” He said, his eyes having a threatening look in them.

You paused, staring back at him. Do you push it? Or do you obey him? You thought for a moment looking at the scary soldier sitting in front of you. You decided to push it, squeezing rapidly on his thighs. He collapsed in laughter, before latching on to you and flipping you both over to the ground.

“I warned you!” He boomed, now tickling your thighs, which were definitely ticklish. You got that from him.

“AHAHAHAHA!” You cried laughing, unable to say anything.

“Now look who’s getting tickled! Miss Y/n! What a surprise!” Bucky teased, darting his hands up to your belly, making your laughter go up and octave.

Your face heated up at his teasing.

Then, Bucky decided to be mean. He pinned your arms above your head, and snaked his other hand under your shirt, to scritch at your bare side. This made you squeal and thrash. He then danced his fingers all over your bare belly going from one side all the way across to your other side. A very effective technique. You belly laughed and that soon turned into silent laughter.

“Who’s screaming?!” Sam boomed from the porch.

“Y/n is! I keep telling her to SHUT UP but she won’t! I don’t know why! Acting like this tickles or something.” Bucky teased.

Sam laughed at the sight.

Meanwhile you cackled as he dug into your belly button.

Bucky looked down at you and smiled. “Ticklish girl!” He let your arms go and tickled your armpits and you kicked and giggled so much you were having trouble breathing. Bucky noticed pretty quickly and decided to end it.

“Ok, too much for the Y/n!” He said in a baby voice that humiliated you.

You couldn’t even say anything, you were so flustered. Bucky held your arms to his chest.

“I just… can't…resist!” Bucky pretended to cry as he slowly leaned towards your neck. ”Must..blow raspberry!” And with that, he blew the tickliest, fattest raspberry he could. Your belly laughter came back, music to his ears.

“Now, it’s time for lunch!” He said picking you up by your underarms, making you tense up.

“I’m not gonna tickle you again, relax!” He chuckled.

You smiled at him. “I have to tell you a secret.” You said, inching your finger for him to bend down to your height.

Bucky did so, turning his ear to you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, blowing a raspberry on him making him scrunch his shoulder with a laugh.

“ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…”

When Bucky starts counting, that means run.

You took off towards the house, definitely planning on using Sam for protection.

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The Essay

This is a TICKLE fic

Tom Holland x costar! reader

Warnings: none

Inspired by the request from: @obsessedwithseb

Summary: Y/n is struggling to focus on an essay that needs to be finished for school while on set of the new Avengers movie (Endgame). Someone recruits Tom Holland to "babysit" her, which he agrees, only to have things backfire on him.

  "Just because you're an actress, does not mean you can give up on school. You need to get that essay written!" Your manager scolded you.

You were on the set of the new Avengers movie. You were still in high school, and the youngest actor out of everyone. It was super fun, but it also came with some downsides. Like how you had to have this essay finished today for school. 

You kept putting it off and procrastinating it, because you were so excited to be on set and you just wanted to hangout with everyone. It wasn't long until the whole cast and crew became aware of the situation. 

  "Y/n, you better go get that essay done!" Evans said, crossing his arms. 

  "B-but I just wanna watch this one scene, just this one!" You whined. 

  "We are all going out to dinner tonight and you're going to miss out because you didn't finish your essay on time! Goooo!" He said, turning you around and pushing you towards your trailer. 

You huffed and puffed and went to your trailer, sat down, and here you were now, being scolded by your manager. 

  "I've got errands to run, Y/n. I can't be your babysitter! You need to be responsible and get this assignment done." 

You rolled your eyes. "Okay, okay I am!"

Your manager left. You took a deep breath and began to focus on your essay, typing a few words. Unfortunately, it wasn't long until you ran out of focus. You picked up your phone to scroll, but you saw you had a text.

 If you are reading this text, YOU SHOULDN'T BE. YOU SHOULD BE DOING YOUR HOMEWORK. Love ya! 

Sebastian's text made you smile and gave you motivation. You were able to keep your focus for a good 30 minutes… but then, you had quite the craving for some coffee. You snuck out of your trailer to go get some coffee from the snack bar. You were spotted and received many glares from your co-workers. You sheepishly grabbed your coffee and went back to your trailer. Your coffee didn't have enough creamer! You went and got more creamer. More glares. You had the right amount of creamer, but whipped cream on top would be so yummy. You went and got whipped cream. You came back to your trailer. Sat down and you thought to yourself "Okay, I am for real this time. I'm going to get this done." It wasn't long before you decided that a biscuit would be very nice to have with your coffee. You got up, opened your trailer door, and jumped. You were nose to nose with the one and only- Tom Holland. 

  "Hello Y/n." He said, narrowing his eyes at you with a smirk. 

  "Oh, hi Tom!" You said with a nervous giggle. 

  "May I come in? I need a place to chill while Harry is working in my trailer." Tom explained.

Your procrastinating self was very excited to have Tom come hangout in your trailer. You assumed that he didn't know how much trouble you were in with this stupid essay. What you didn't know, is that he very much knew what was going on with you and he had been assigned the job of getting you to get this essay done, because everyone knew he had you wrapped around his finger, though you'd deny that. 

  Tom entered your trailer and plopped down on the couch next to your table where you were working. He quietly scrolled through his phone as you both made small talk. You explained to him how you were doing this essay and he pretended to know nothing about it. 

  You began to focus, and it felt a bit easier to have Tom there. You didn't feel so lonely and like you were missing out on anything. His company gave you peace. However, this essay was so annoying that you decided to get up again for whatever stupid reason, but Tom had somehow convinced you to sit back down. You didn't think much of it. You did as he suggested and got back to work. 

   Oh, I left my favorite jacket inside! I better go get that before I forget it! And maybe I'll get some strawberries too." You said, standing up to leave a few minutes later. 

  "Oh no, no you get back to work! I'll go get it for you!"

"Oh no it's okay! I can get it!" You insisted.  "Oh I don't mind at all!" Tom countered.

"No, I could use the break to stretch my legs. I've been working all day." You lied.

Tom raised an eyebrow at you.

 "No. No you haven't. You need to sit down and get this essay done." He scolded. 

That's when it clicked. 

  "Wait a minute! You're spying on me!"

  "Spying? No!"

  "Well, you came here to babysit me. Who put you up to this?" You sneered, slowly approaching Tom.

  "No one! I'm just here to hangout!" He lied, slowly backing away.

  "Tom Holland you may be a great actor, but I know you're lying!"

 Tom couldn't help but smile, confirming your accusation. 

  "You better tell me, Tom, or I will…"

  "Will what?" He challenged.

Butterflies rushed to your stomach. 

  "I will tickle you." You threatened. 

Tom's eyes went wide and his arms immediately blocked his torso.

  "Don't."

You smirked lifting your hands.

 "Y/n! DON'T."

Your hands shot to his sides darting any spot you could reach that wasn't being blocked by his arms. It wasn't long before he collapsed onto the couch behind him and you dug into his belly while hysterical laughter poured out of him. 

  "STAHAHAA!" He cried with laughter, unable to get any words out. 

 "Sorry, what was that?" You teased. "Tom I just need to know who put you up to this! That's all!" 

 "No one! Nohohoho one Y/n! Stohohohop!"

  "STOP LYING TO ME!" You boomed, unable to help your laughter yourself.

  "Ihihihi ahaham not! It tickles so much! Stohohop!"

 "Good!" You sassed. 

Tom wanted to just throw you off, because he was much stronger than you, but he really didn't want to risk hurting you. 

 You decided to take it up a notch.

  "Fine! You leave me no choice!" You said.

 Tom had a questioning look on his face through his laughter as he was giggling and squirming beneath you from being tickled on his ribs and sides.

You shot your hands up to his underarms and he let out a scream like you've never heard before, and you laughed so hard as his laughter went silent. You tried your very best to stay put as he was desperately trying to buck you off of him.

  "ROBERT DID IT! IT WAS ROBERT!" He shouted through hysterics. 

 You finally let go, falling next to him on the couch. You panted. He was so strong and it took so much strength to tickle him.

   "I don't like being tickled." Tom said as he was catching his breath. 

  "I thought I was ticklish." You said, shocked. 

 Tom turned to you with a glare of pure revenge. 

Your heart dropped and Tom saw it.

  "You are ticklish." Tom said through gritted teeth. 

A small smile crept onto your face and he pounced.

  "You're ticklish right… here." Tom latched a claw around your side and began gently squeezing. It was enough to make you lose it. 

  "TOHOHOM! Nohohohoho! I'm sohohohorry!" 

"And your ticklish here!" He teased, attacking the middle of your tummy, arguably your worst spot. 

You belly laughed and weakly fought him off. You were loving this and you weren't too intentional about trying to hide it. 

Tom smile to himself as he shook your ribs, getting the cutest laughter out of you. Your laughter was contagious to him. 

After a minute he went to your neck and you squealed before falling into silent laughter. 

  "All because you won't finish your stupid essay!" He teased some more. 

He sat on your legs. 

  "Okay hold on. TOM. NO." You begged.

  "You really expect me to show mercy after what you did to me Y/n/n? No way!" And with that, he attacked your feet. It was so sensitive and ticklish that you couldn't take it.

  "OKAY OKAHAHAAY! I WILL FINISH MY ESSAHAHAAHAHAY! I PROHOHOMISE! PLEHEHEASE!"

  "I don't know if I believe you…" He said, scratching the arch of your left foot.

  "I WILL PLEASE I PROMISE! HAHAHAHAHAHA STOOOOP!"

Tom dropped your foot and you ran to the table and sat down, blushing like crazy and trying to catch your breath. Tom found that quite hilarious. 

 Tom smirked at you. "I win."

  You bashfully covered your face. "You win." 

Tom giggled. "Would you like me to stay or leave?"

  "Please stay." You said quietly. 

  "Are you able to focus now?"

  "I felt so jittery before that I couldn't stay seated… but after you tickled me, I feel… better in a weird way." You said blushing over your own words.

 "Well, now we know the trick! Next time you have to study or have a big assignment, let me know." He said with a playful smirk.

You nodded. 

He got up from the couch and towered over you. You looked away sheepishly. 

  "Look at me." He ordered. 

You slowly looked up.

 "Don't EVER tickle me again." He scolded, a playful smirk on his face.

You gave him your squinty smile. You weren't promising that. 

Tom rolled his eyes and plopped back down on the couch. 

  "Wake me when you're done." Tom said.

You worked on your essay while Tom napped on the couch. You worked hard on your essay with butterflies lingering in your tummy. It was perfect motivation, oddly.

You finished the essay after a little over an hour, free of the assignment and free to enjoy the rest of the day with your friends, with a little revenge on Downey, of course.

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Hide and Seek ~Tickle Edition

Part 7 of the series “Keeping Her”

This is a TICKLE series. If you’re not into that, you don’t have to read.

PLATONIC Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: none

Requested By: @notmeblahh

Summary: Peter and Y/n decide to play hide and seek one night at the Avengers facility. Peter suggests a twist to make the game more thrilling, but is he willing to play fairly?

It was Saturday night and you left your room to see what everyone was up to. You walked through the halls of the Avengers facility, or just your home as you saw it, looking in the bedrooms to find them all empty. When you got to Peter’s room you noticed the light was on under the door. You knocked and a few seconds later, Peter opened it. He seemed to just have been relaxing like you were. You quickly noticed his hair was longer than usual and super curly. 

  “Y/n! I was just about to come and find you!” Peter said, opening the door for you to come into his room. 

 “I’ve been kind of bored, to be honest. I thought you’d be with Tony.” You said, walking into his room and sitting in his desk chair. 

“He’s having a date night with Pepper, so we finished working early.” Peter explained. 

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Christmas in Boston

PLATONIC Chris Evans x costar!reader, ft. Sebastian Stan

This is a TICKLE fic

Warnings: Mentions of adults having alcohol, but not drunk. Randomly fluffy!

Summary: Y/n is in Boston filming parts of a movie with Chris and Sebastian. Chris hosts a Christmas party at his house for the cast and crew, and exchanges gifts with Y/n. 

The past few days had been a little unusual. You were in Boston shooting parts of a Marvel movie. Normally, you’d be in Atlanta. You didn’t mind, though. You were enjoying Boston, especially because it was your co-star, Chris Evans’, hometown. You had been close with Chris ever since you auditioned for your part in the Marvel Cinematic Universe at age 10. You met him during the audition process and since then, the two of you had been close.

  You were excited to be on set. It was your favorite thing to do. You were especially excited today, because after filming, Chris was going to show you around Boston, and then he is having a cast and crew party at his house in the evening, and you were going to spend the night at his house with Scarlett. 

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Update: I've still been pretty sick but have slowly been doing better and better every day. So far, feeling pretty good today!

Merry Christmas Eve! ❤️❄️

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Pregnancy Update

I am 5 weeks 5 days pregnant. Very early, yet I have been feeling very sick. Morning sickness. Fun fact: Morning sickness should be called all day sickness. This includes throwing up, but lucky for me, it's only happened once each day. The sickness doesn't let up except for a few hours in the evening. This is very hard to go through. I. Feel. Terrible. Absolutely terrible. I have been taking vitamin B6 and unisom since yesterday, a common combination women take for severe morning sickness . Hopefully this will help me. I also have extreme food aversion, but I also have to eat something. I've been able to stomach peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, crackers, and today- potato chips. That's not healthy but I'm in survival mode. I'll be attempting to eat a regular dinner tonight.

Though this is very difficult, it's still worth it for my baby. My very own baby! It's an opportunity to sacrifice, and suffer for the greater good. And I think this will only make me stronger in the long run.

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Snow is falling

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THIS IS A TICKLE FIC

pairing: Chris Evans x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 759

Summary: Chris and y/n go to a café as a tradition every Christmas season, but this time something disturbs the two of them for continuing their plan

A/N: I wrote this because it was snowing in Germany and I had a snowball fight with one of my friends, this somehow made me want to write a fic <3 this definitely helped me going back into the mood of writing, let’s see where this leads to!

Chris approached you with the idea of taking a walk in the freezing cold nature outside. Snow is falling down from the white clouds, leaving piles of iced water on the ground and branches, transforming the usually green appearance into a winter wonderland. You smiled widely while you jumped around, the cold air blowing through your hair which leaves a cold shower down your spine. Chris was walking in front of you, down the path to the near by sea to go grab some hot coffee at the café close to it. It's a thing between the both of you to go there every Christmas season, you always ordered a caramel macchiato with an extra pump of caramel while he went with a boring black coffee. Adding a cube of sugar every now and then, depending on how he's feeling today.

But today, you felt a little different on how fast you go warm yourself up in that café, you wanted to do some little shenanigans. Your hands already were frozen cold from the cold breeze, they were hurting and you barely could move your fingers. Like they were actually frozen. Still, you managed to grab a hand full of snow which you formed into a soft ball, smirking like a little child again. You shook up behind Chris, when suddenly the snowball in your hand flew straight to the back of his coat. Your heart skipped a beat the moment every movement of him stopped, he froze. After a few seconds which felt like an eternity, he twisted his body around, facing you with this big, childish grin he always wears whenever he was in a playful mood or you've done the wrong move.

Your feet started to move backwards, ready to grab another hand full of frozen water to reply his next attack, but he didn't knelt down nor did he grabbed snow from anywhere else. He only approached you, quickly, making you slip out a small giggle.

"Uh..." you stammered, "sorry?"

He doesn't seemed like he was accepting this slight of apology, he knew you didn't fully mean it like you tried to pretend. While being careful to not slip, he sprinted towards you and wrapped his arm around your waist. Suddenly, you were swung around in the air before your back was pressed against the front of his coat. His head was next to yours, slightly bending down to reach your ear, "you've been playing with the wrong person." Your eyes went wide and your legs kicked out wildly, like there would be an escape although there wasn't.

His free hand was digging through the thick fabric of your jacket through to your side, drilling his fingertips in as best as he could. But it wasn't too soon until he realised that this wasn't the best he could do, so he found a different way to punish you.

His hand, freezing cold to mention, slid underneath your jacket and pinched your body, there was still the fabric of your hoodie between his and your body, but still it tickled. Giggles finally spilled out of your mouth, smiling like an idiot while he was amused by it.

“Try to explain yourself, y/n.” He grinned, knowing you loved every single second of it, yet hated it deeply.

“Whahat should ihi ehexplain?!” Wasn’t it obvious why you hit him with the snowball after all? There is snow everywhere, you wanted to be playful and ended up throwing it at him. End of story.

His hand traveled to your hip, squeezing and drilling his thumb next to you sensitive hipbone, as an reaction he received a squeal which you covered with your hand.

“Ihi- Ihi threhew aha- aha snohowbahall at youhu!” You confessed with a little hope to get this to an end, but it didn’t, not yet. Seconds later after tormenting your hip, he shook his hand over your tummy, his fingertips scratching everywhere possible. You giggled madly at this way of tickling.

“Damn right.” He says, smiling, “don’t do it again!” You definitely should take his warning serious, but if you will? That depends how inviting his back and the snow will look.

He continued for a few more seconds before stopping with a smooch on your cheek, letting go of your body to move towards the cafe again, which was in sight already.

“Now hurry, we’re both cold.” He was sure that you wouldn’t throw snow at his back again. And he was right, you didn’t hit his back, but the back of his head.

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Thank you all for the sweet comments! 🥰

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Ok, you guys are my favorite people and I just would like to let you all be the first to know (besides my husband lol) I just got 2 faint positive pregnancy tests this morning!! We decided in October we wanted to try to have a baby. That was fast lol!! I am so excited about my little poppy seed!

Would you guys care about pregnancy updates? Just curious. I'm so shocked!

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I don't want everyone to move to Tumblr. This is for us weirdos

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