#ler!steverogers x reader

[tickles-in-ficland]

IM BAAAAACK. Sort of. So the past 8 months after losing my dad have been some of the most difficult and hard time in my life. But I’ve still been lurking here. I don’t have any stories ready to go but I am starting a new series where it’s text conversations but tickle related. Here is part 1! like and share if you want more

POV: You prank your brother Steve and now have to face the consequences.

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[supermarvel-fics]

Tickletober Day 18: Chase

fandom: marvel

word count: 820

pairing: steve rogers x reader (platonic)

summary: steve is gonna make you pay for constantly making fun of him

Steve Rogers was fast. That, you knew for a fact.

He could run circles around almost everyone in the tower, sans Bucky, who was just as quick, if not quicker. Thor was close to giving him a run for his money, but Steve would always come out on top.

So, why you decided to run away from him knowing he’d eventually catch you—you’d never know.

You had been relentlessly teasing Steve about losing a sparring match against Nat for days now. On that first day, it was the only thing you could talk about, earning you laughs from all the habitants of the tower within earshot of your jests.

After that, you’d bring it up every once in a while, laughing as Steve rolled his eyes.

“Isn’t that getting a little old?” Steve had asked you, huffing as he swung his fist hard into the punching bag. You leaned against the metal pole with your arms crossed, insufferable smirk on your face.

“Mm, not as old as you. Come on, you have to admit it’s kind of hilarious.”

“It was funny 3 days ago.”

You knew Steve wasn’t really upset about losing to Nat, nor was he at your constant teasing, so he never gave you a good incentive to stop. Plus, you just loved to get on his nerves the way a little sibling would to a bigger sibling.

That was until a week had passed and you were still going on about it. Steve had been quietly reading that day’s newspaper in the kitchen when you had waltzed in and brought it up before even saying good morning. Steve held in a groan, shutting the paper and turning to you.

“You have 10 seconds to run before you get it,” He cryptically threatened you. You barked out a laugh, eyeing him with confusion.

“Get what?”

“It.” Steve putting emphasis on the consonant. A second or two later, your eyes widened in terror. You knew exactly what ‘it’ was and he was merciless about it when it came to you.

“You wouldn’t…” You muttered while backing away from him.

“10…9…”

Before he could say the next number, you were down the hall to try and find a place to hide. But Steve Rogers was fast and you knew you didn’t stand a chance against the Captain. Even with that head start, he’d catch you before you could successfully hide from him.

You heard his feet stamping from behind you, your heartrate increasing with every step you took. It also didn’t help that you weren’t prepared to run, socks covering your feet rather than a pair of shoes. So as you went to turn the corner, you slipped and fell to the floor with a thud.

Steve was on you within seconds, but not for the reason you thought he’d be.

“Are you alright?” He asked with genuine concern, squatting down to your level. You inhaled deeply to catch your breath, looking up at your assailant with wide eyes. Steve’s hands were placed on your shoulder and leg, checking for any injuries.

“I-I’m okay, Steve. I just slipped. Maybe warn me next time and I’ll be prepared with some shoes,” You teased him half-heartedly. You made to stand up, but Steve’s touch was firm, telling you to stop moving.

“You’re absolutely sure? Nothing hurts?”

You turned to glance at him warily. “Yes, I promise I’m fine!”

“Great,” Steve breathed out in relief prior to completely switching his hand placement, bracing his thumbs on the backs of your ribs so that his fingers could dig into the hollows of your arms. You screeched in surprise as you crumbled to the floor, your arms trapping his hands.

“WHA—STEHEHEVE!”

“You said you weren’t hurt, so you’re obviously okay for me to exact my revenge,” He responded. You could hear the smirk on his lips, uncharacteristic for the serious super soldier. Steve was evil when it came to tickling you. Taking on the role of big brother well after you’d made fun of him a little too long.

“NOHO! OKAHAY! PLE—STEHEVE, I’M SOHORRYHY!” You screamed out, your feet pounding on the floor to try and distract from the feeling. “I WOHON’T SAY ANYTHING EHEHELSE ABOUT IHIT.”

Steve took your word for it, forcefully ripping his hands out from under your arms and pushing you onto your back. He grinned at the mess he’s made of you before offering you a hand to help you stand up. You took it, albeit hesitantly, and stood up, straightening out your wrinkled clothes.

“You know you’re way too ticklish to keep messing with me like that,” Steve mentioned with a raised eyebrow. “I would have thought you’d learned your lesson after last time.”

You scoffed instead of replying, flipping him off before taking off in a sprint down the hallway once again.

Steve was right. You’d never learn your lesson.

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[supermarvel-fics]

Embracing Yourself

word count: 4,500

pairing: bucky x gn!reader (established relationship) / steve rogers x reader (platonic)

cw: hurt/comfort, mild swearing

summary: After getting braces, you find it hard to be yourself. Smiling and laughing doesn't feel like it used to. But Bucky and Steve are there to help you find a little bit of joy.

author's note: this prompt was so easy and fun to write! thank you to @writer-of-things26 for the original prompt! I hope this brings you a bit of comfort. and thanks to the sweet anon who asked for some raspberries! hope you enjoy!

*side note* I’ve never had braces, so excuse any inconsistencies! I did a bit of research but still might have gotten a few things wrong!

“When is your appointment, doll?” Bucky asked as he sat a plate of breakfast down in front of you. You smiled at him and puckered your lips, prompting him to give you a kiss. He did so without any hesitation, then gave you an extra peck onto your forehead.

“It’s at 11, so I have to leave soon,” You answered before taking a bite of Bucky’s famous eggs. To stop yourself from moaning in delight, you sipped on your coffee, watching your boyfriend intently as he made his own breakfast.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you? I can take the day. Steve won’t mind,” He said. You let a breathy laugh come through your nose.

“Buck, it’s a simple dentist appointment. I can handle myself, you know.”

Bucky plated his food and sat down at the table next to you, reaching for your hand to grab it in his own. “I know. Maybe I’m projecting my fear onto you. I hate the dentist.”

“Well, I’ll go with you next time, then,” You giggled. “I can’t have my man being scared!”

Bucky rolled his eyes, letting go of your hand to dig into your side briefly. “The lethal Winter Soldier doesn’t appreciate that sort of cheek.”

Arching away from him, you laughed, “Yeah, well, I don’t see him around. I only see the lovely Bucky Barnes.” You stood from the kitchen table and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Go train with Steve. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Promise?”

You set your plate into the sink and turned to look at your boyfriend. “Promise,” you smiled.

The appointment was more than just a cleaning. You were finally getting a consult on your Invisalign to help straighten your teeth. You had always been confident; in the way you dressed, the way you held yourself, a few facial features. Though, the one thing you’d been insecure about your entire life was your smile.

Your teeth weren’t abnormally crooked, but they were just crooked enough to stop you from showing them if you were consciously thinking about it. Most of the time, the thought didn’t cross your mind, so you would smile and laugh just as anyone would. But on the off day that you did think about it, well, it was hard to pull you out of that mindset.

Your warm smiles turned into small grins or even no grins at all. Your vibrant laugh morphed into a breathy one, where all you did was turn up the corner of your mouth and let a puff of air shoot through your nose.

Bucky had expressed on multiple occasions that he adored your smile, that it was one of his favorite things about you, but no matter how much you wanted to take those words and root them in your psyche, you couldn’t. Your teeth would always be your number one insecurity.

As you got dressed, on the drive over, sitting in the lobby, and settling yourself into the dental chair—you were shaking. Maybe you should have taken Bucky up on his offer to come with you.

No. You wanted it to be a surprise. He’d love you either way, Invisalign or no Invisalign, but Bucky loved to see you happy. He loved to see you get exactly what you wanted.

“Hi!” A young, blonde woman greeted you as she waltzed into the room. “I’m Dr. Sherwood. I’ll be your consultant for the day.”

“Hi,” You replied, smiling politely and shaking her hand. “Thank you for taking the time to see me.”

“Of course! I hear you’re interested in Invisalign?”

“Yeah, uh, my teeth have been crooked for too long, so I’m hoping to fix it,” You laughed nervously, shrugging. Dr. Sherwood smiled and nodded.

“That’s completely understandable. I hear that from a lot of patients. Let’s just get some x-rays of your teeth so we can get started, alright?” She looked to you for confirmation. You agreed with a slight nod of your head and leaned back into the chair.

The doctor was silent for the duration of the x-rays, looking them over and analyzing them thoroughly. The clicks of the computer mouse and the wheels of her rolling chair were almost deafening as she slid back and forth between you and the computer.

“Okay, so,” She began, swiveling around to face you. “I have some good news and bad news.” In an instant, all of the color drained from your face. Dr. Sherwood cleared her throat before continuing on. “The bad news is that I cannot fit you with Invisalign at the moment. Before we can do that step, you’ll need braces. The good news is that you won’t need them for too long. 6 months to a year at most.”

The doctor must have seen how close you were to crying because she placed a hand on your forearm and gave you a firm look. “It’s not the end of the world. Plus, if you don’t want them, you don’t have to get them. However, the only way you can be fitted with Invisalign going forward is if you get the braces.”

Letting out a shaky breath, your head fell back against the chair. How important was straight teeth to you? Important enough to want Invisalign, but probably not enough to get braces. Many of your friends and family had braces growing up. Key word: growing up. You were an adult well into your 20s and not once have you seen an adult with braces.

You cursed yourself for not begging your parents to get your teeth fixed in your teen years, now having to struggle between living with your insecurity forever or living with an even bigger insecurity for a year.

“There’s really no other option?” You double checked. Dr. Sherwood smiled sympathetically, almost pitifully, and shook her head.

“I’m afraid not. I can give you some time to make a decision if you’d like. We can set up another appointment for next week.”

“No,” You said almost too quickly. You shut your eyes and sighed in defeat. “Only a year?”

“That’s worst-case scenario. I think we can get you out of them before the new year,” Dr. Sherwood assured you. “Then we can switch you over to Invisalign until your teeth are exactly the way you want them.”

Less than a year. You could do this.

“Sure, let’s do it.”

An hour or two later, after looking in the mirror, you realized you most definitely couldn’t do this. But there was no going back. Bulky metal surrounded your teeth. Pain. A sting of pain settled into your jaw as you tried opening and closing your mouth.

You thanked the doctor after she’d told you the products you’d need to take care of your new asset, then headed out to the reception desk, handling your co-pay without a word. It hurt to talk anyway. All you could muster at the moment were a few hums and nods.

The inner battle you were fighting—between crying to Bucky or never showing your face again—was distracting as you drove home. You told him you’d come to the compound after your appointment, but the only thing worse than Bucky seeing your braces was all of his friends seeing your braces, too.

So, for now, you’d go back home and get all your emotions out. Mourn the loss of your brace-less face.

Crying silently, you entered your small New York City apartment, immediately staring into the full-length mirror that stood next to the door. Your cheeks were a bit inflamed; not as bad as when you had gotten your wisdom teeth taken out, but still noticeable. You begrudgingly “smiled” to see the metal, wincing slightly as you moved your mouth.

You hated this. This was not what you wanted.

Sure, it would eventually get you to where you needed to be, but the thought of living with braces for the rest of the year made you completely uneasy.

Feeling nauseous from the crying and the pain, you chugged over to your soft brown couch, gently laying down and taking deep breaths to center yourself.

You hadn’t known when you fell asleep nor did you know how long you’d slept when you heard the familiar sound of keys jangling at your front door. You groaned, pulling the throw pillow from behind your head to cover your face.

“Doll?” Bucky called out once he shut the door. “I’m home!” You heard his footsteps walk into the kitchen, throwing his wallet and keys into the bowl on the island. “Where are you?”

Sighing, you raised your hand in the air. “Over here,” You mumbled from under the pillow. Those same footsteps got louder as he came to meet you over on the couch.

“Did you take a nap?” He chuckled in amusement. You nodded. “How did your dentist appointment go?”

Ah. The dreaded question. “Terrible,” Your voice broke—unwillingly—and your pressed your palms harder against the throw pillow to keep it smushed against your face. Bucky’s fingers found your forearm, rubbing it gently, and that touch of his was all you needed to break.

You let out a broken sob, shifting your arm so that your hand could find his, then squeezed it as tight as you could.

“What’s wrong, doll? Tell me what happened.”

Your other hand pushed the pillow away, your eyes squinting as the light hit them. Another cry ripped through your chest and your covered your mouth in embarrassment. “I went to the d-dentist to get Invisalign to help straighten my teeth and I didn’t t-tell you because I wanted it to be a surprise, but the doctor said that I c-couldn’t get it without having braces first and now I have braces and I feel s-so ugly and I hate them.”

You caught how Bucky’s head seemed to spin at how fast that run-on sentence had escaped from your mouth, so you reluctantly removed your hand. “I hate them.”

His reaction was instant. His eyes widened and his free hand found your cheek, but you pushed it away fervidly. “Hey, hey…” Bucky lightly grabbed at your wrist. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not, Bucky!” You yelled through your tears. More at yourself than at him, which you knew that he knew. “I- I’m so ugly and they’re distracting and unattractive and I should h-have just said no and dealt with my stupid crooked teeth.”

“Sweetheart,” Bucky drawled out, making his way around the couch and lifting your legs to take the spot where they resided, setting them back down onto his lap. “They are not ugly. You are not ugly. Never have been, never will be.”

“Y-you’re just saying that.”

“I’m not,” he whispered. His hand found your thigh, rubbing it gently as to comfort you. “You’re so beautiful, doll, with or without the braces.”

“But Bucky… I- they’re…”

“They’re wonderful. They’re getting you one step closer to where you wanted to be. I just hope you know that you didn’t have to straighten your teeth at all. I loved them before, too,” Bucky said. “Sit up for me?”

It wasn’t so much of an order as it was a question. Bucky was asking you rather than telling you. He was giving you the chance to say no. But one look into those irresistible blue eyes of his and you’d comply.

Sniffling a bit, you pushed yourself upright, suddenly face to face with the super soldier. His look was empathetic, still with a hint of pity, but it was sincere, nonetheless.

“You are so beautiful,” Bucky hesitantly brought his hand back up to your cheek and this time you let him; his touch sending shivers down your spine. “One of the most beautiful people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. Braces or not, that’s not going to change.”

You nuzzled into his palm as a fresh bout of tears began streaming down your face. “I just don’t feel like me anymore.”

Bucky wiped away a few stray tears off your cheeks, smiling at you sadly. “You probably won’t for a while. It’s a new change that you weren’t prepared for, but it doesn’t change how I see you.”

Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then with a glance into your eyes to ask for consent, he placed the tiniest peck onto your lips. You couldn’t bring yourself to kiss him back, even though you wanted to. Bucky seemed to catch on to that fact, drawing back and instead, running the pad of his thumb over your mouth.

He wasn’t hurt. His ego wasn’t bruised. He knew you’d need time. Time to process, time to accept, time to heal. And for you, he’d wait.

Over the course of a month or two, you’d stopped feeling so self-conscious about your braces. You’d kiss Bucky the way you used to, though it was hard to get used to the feeling of the metal scraping against the inside of your mouth.

It was still tough for Bucky to get you to laugh normally. Every once in a while, he’d say something funny and you’d immediately fall into giggles, but once your brain caught up with your reaction, you’d cover your mouth or just stop laughing all together.

Bucky missed your laugh. God, he missed it more than words could say, but he knew the wound was still fresh. You’d come around in time.

But as time went on, you only seemed to become more insecure about your smile. It broke Bucky’s heart to see you so upset about something he loved dearly. He needed to do something—something to help you see how truly wonderful your smile and laugh is.

He didn’t have to wait long. The scenario set itself up perfectly two days later, and he didn’t even have to do the work.

You’d just come back from your orthodontist, checking to see if everything was on track, when you’d settled yourself in between Bucky and Steve on the three-seater couch.

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning your head back against the cushions.

“What’s up, doll?” Bucky asked, squeezing your thigh comfortingly.

“I have to keep these godforsaken braces on until January,” you complained, bringing your hand up to place your thumb and middle finger onto your temples, hoping to massage the stress away.

“Well, that’s good, right? That’s what you were hoping for.”

“Yeah, I guess,” You grumbled. “I just want them gone. I hate them.”

“I know you didn’t ask and I know I’m basically third-wheeling here, but I think you look great with braces,” Steve spoke up, his eyes never leaving his newspaper. You side-eyed him, then turned your head towards Bucky.

“Did you pay him to say that?” You asked, only half-teasing. Bucky snickered in response, shaking his head. You twisted back to Steve and gave him a non-threatening glare. “First of all, you’re right, no one asked, and secondly, what are you even doing in my house?”

These kind of comments between you and Steve were common. Once you started dating Bucky, you found yourself hanging with Steve more often than not since he was your boyfriends best friend. The two of you fell into a playful friendship; teasing each other for the stupidest of things. You’d comment on his age and he’d bite back with how he could snap you like a twig.

It was all in good fun and you loved Steve, just as Bucky did.

“Bucky invited me over so he wouldn’t have to deal with your insufferable attitude alone,” Steve finally folded the newspaper and set it down on the coffee table in front of him. “And forgive me for trying to be nice.”

He punctuated his final word with a harsh squeeze to your knee and your leg kicked out in reaction. What could only be described as a squeak burst from your lips and Bucky, who watched from the sidelines, was struck with an idea.

He hadn’t forgotten how unbearably ticklish you were, but in the months you’d been so down on yourself, he couldn’t bring himself to be as playful as he used to be with you. He wanted to be there for you in comfort and never wanted to push any boundaries you may have had.

But if you were so quick to tease Steve, maybe this was exactly what you needed.

“Steve!” You scolded, swatting at his hand. Steve only grinned and shrugged, looking over at Bucky to see a mischievous expression on his face. You had already gone back to crossing your arms over your chest with your head back against the cushions and your eyes closed, giving the boys the perfect opportunity to plan their attack.

A raise of an eyebrow from Steve, a glance over to you from Bucky. A nod of understanding from Steve, a silent chuckle from Bucky.

Bucky exhaled out exasperatingly, turning his body more towards you, tucking a leg underneath him. “Doll, what do I have to do to get you to agree how adorable you look with braces?”

You let out a laugh, but it was one of disdain. “Ha! That’s funny, Buck.”

“Nothing?” Steve questioned you. With your eyes still shut, you shook your head.

“An enemy could hold me at gunpoint and I still don’t think I’d agree.”

“That’s bold,” the blond super soldier declared, adopting Bucky’s position. “You hear that, Buck?”

“I heard, Steve,” Bucky replied, a smirk evident in his tone of voice. You didn’t like that one bit. Now on your guard, your eyes shot open, looking in between the two men warily. “I think we can get ‘em to agree, though.”

“Definitely.”

Without warning, Steve had grabbed your shoulders at the same time Bucky had grabbed your legs, swiftly twisting you on the couch so that your upper body was laid in Steve’s lap; arms rendered immobile once he’d held on tight.

“Guys!” You yelled, attempting to squirm away. “Guys, no!”

Bucky positioned your legs underneath one of his thighs, which was enough weight to pin you to the sofa completely. “All I’m asking is for you to admit that you’re beautiful with braces.”

“Well, you’re asking too much of mehe!” You anxiously giggled, giving another hard tug at your arms. Steve smiled down at you, holding your wrists against his stomach.

“Sounds like they’re egging you on, Bucky. You gonna let that slide?” Steve glanced up at his friend, who scrunched up his face and shook his head.

“Nah,” Bucky said before lightly pinching at your thighs. You clamped your mouth shut immediately, not wanting to give in to their tricks. With a stupidly wide smile on your face, you shook your legs violently to try and deter him off target.

“Buhuck!” You growled through gritted teeth. He squeezed up and down your legs, watching you intently to try and find a spot that would make you crack. You were tough, he had to admit. When you set your mind to something, it was hard to get you to change it.

Switching techniques to catch you off guard, Bucky began digging into your belly through your soft t-shirt, smiling once you squealed and threw your head back into Steve. Still, your mouth stayed closed as you shook with silent giggles.

“I don’t think it’s working,” Bucky pondered. “Steve, will you give me a hand?”

You gasped, “No!”

“Absolutely!” Steve exclaimed. He put both of your wrists into his left hand so that he could wiggle one single finger into your armpit with the other. That, along with Bucky’s relentlessness, sent you into a proper fit of laughter.

“Dohon’t! Steheve!” You hopelessly yanked on your arms, arching away from that damned finger, but it was useless. It only followed you no matter which way you turned or twisted. “Buhucky! Call ohohoff your guard dohog!”

“Guard dog?” Steve gasped incredulously, narrowing his eyes at you. He clicked his tongue and spidered all 5 fingers into the hollow of your underarm, causing you to arch your back and screech. “You’re just asking for it, now.”

“You know how to get this to stop,” Bucky sang as he mercilessly pinched up and down your sides.

“AHAHA! SCREHEW YOU BOHOHOTH!” You screamed. Once the words came from your mouth, even you knew they were a lie. This was almost refreshing, laughing like this. It was like those muscles that were only used for belly laughter like this were cogging and working for the first time in forever.

It was part of the reason why you hadn’t given the boys what they wanted. If you really wanted it to stop, all you’d have to do was admit the one singular fact whether you believed it or not. You needed this, and of course, the two men holding you down and tickling you senseless seemed to catch on.

“Wow, Steve, did you hear that?” Bucky asked his friend over the sound of your endless cackling.

“I sure did, Buck.”

“You think I should do it?”

“DOHOHO WHAT?” You interrupted. Steve tweaked your upper ribs a few times in retaliation.

“Shh! We’re trying to talk here!” He hissed playfully, trying his hardest not to smile at your giggly scream to keep the act going. “I think you should,” Steve directed his attention back to Bucky.

Bucky stopped tickling you, which prompted Steve to cease too, letting you have a moment of reprieve. You sucked in gasps of air, a ticklish smile on your face.

“See? There’s that smile I love and missed so much,” Bucky cooed, reaching up to swipe his thumb across your cheek. You rolled your eyes, but neither of the men missed how the smile didn’t waver. “So, can you please just admit that you’re adorable? For me?”

You groaned, giving one last hard tug on your arms. “I don’t deal in ultimatums, Buck. If you’re gonna do it, just do it.”

Bucky grinned smugly, peering up at Steve with that same look on his face. Then, he shrugged, pushing your shirt up to your ribs, but careful not to show anymore skin than you’d want him to. “Hold on tight, Rogers. They’re gonna lose their mind!”

Steve did as told, gripping at your forearms and pinning them to his chest above your head. You eyed your boyfriend with caution as he shifted to lay across your legs, face in line with your belly.

It was then and there that you knew what he was going to do. “Oho no… n-nuh-no, Bucky, dohon’t.”

If even you could hear the way you sounded a little excited, then you were sure the boys could, too. He placed a short kiss right next to your navel, causing your stomach to tense up in anticipation.

“You said I could do it!” Bucky taunted, fluttering his fingers at the waistline of your jeans with a featherlight touch.

Giggling hard, you bit your lip. “I-hi didn’t know yohou were going to do thihis! I take it bahack!”

“Mm-mm, no. No take backs unless you say you’re beautiful.”

“You suck!” You shouted, bucking your hips to get his tickling fingers to stop. “Steve, help me out here!”

Steve chortled and ducked his head to meet your gaze. “You really think I’m going to help you out of this? When I’m actively holding you down?”

“Please?” You batted your eyelashes at him, sporting the tiniest of pouts.

“No,” He replied flatly. “Bucky, you may proceed.”

“WAIT-AHAHA!” You exploded into laughter once Bucky’s lips blew a raspberry onto the side of your stomach right next to your navel. “DOHOHON’T!”

You tried your hardest to twist from underneath him, thrashing around wildly as the vibrating ticklish sensation just wouldn’t stop. Raspberry after raspberry, Bucky was methodical—choosing just the right spots to make you want to crawl out of your skin.

“NONONOHOHO! OKAHAY! MEHERCY, MERCY, MERCYHYHY!” You screeched, jolting one final time before falling limp. Bucky lifted himself up and Steve let go of your arms and you instantly scrambled to pull your shirt down.

Sitting up fully to release your legs, Bucky stared at you with endearment, having missed that beautiful and vibrant laugh of yours. “Well?”

You scoffed in response to that, moving to position yourself the way you were before the soldiers’ completely unwarranted attack. “Fihine, you win. I look good with braces. There, are ya happy, now?”

Bucky’s smiled faltered a little as he reached for your hand. “Doll, I don’t know what I can do to make you believe me, but trust me when I say that you look beautiful with them. You look beautiful without them. Straight teeth, crooked teeth, hell, you could have no teeth for all I care, and you’d still be the prettiest person in the world to me.”

Bucky’s words struck deep into your chest; his tone of voice, the way his eyes began to water, the way he held your hand. There wasn’t a hint of a lie anywhere to be seen. You took in a deep breath, lip quivering, and surged forward to hug him.

“Thank you, Buck,” You whispered into his neck. His arms wrapped around you tight, pressing all his love into you in hopes that you could feel it. And you could. You felt it deep in your core, how much Bucky loved you.

“I am still third-wheeling, but I think you look great, too,” Steve interrupted the intimate moment. You felt Bucky’s laugh rumble through his chest as you sighed in fake exasperation.

“Again, no one asked,” You teased him, letting go of Bucky to glare at him from over your shoulder. Steve sucked on his teeth and looked past you and over to Bucky.

“Can I?” He asked. Bucky raised his hands in the air, shrugging in compliance.

“Go for it.”

In a second flat, Steve latched on to your ribcage, pinching harshly in retaliation for your comment. “I have been nothing but nice to you all day and that’s how you want to treat me?”

“WAHAH! NOHO! OHOKAY, I’M SORRYHY!” You squirmed and arched away, leaning into Bucky, who decided to join in on the fray by lightly scratching at your belly again.

“Steve’s gotta point. You kinda deserve this.”

“Guhuhuys!” You whined through your giggles. They both begrudgingly halted, letting you regain your breath again.

“Gohod…” You covered your face in flustered embarrassment. “You’re the wohorst.”

“You know, I think a thank you would satisfy me,” Steve said while poking at your side. You growled through a giggle and slapped his hand away.

“Thank you, Steve,” You mumbled monotonously. It seemed to pacify the Captain for the time being, by the way he grinned and settled back into the corner of the couch.

You chuckled at his reaction, then leaned into Bucky’s side, a happy sigh escaping your lips.

“I love your smile,” Bucky voiced prior to kissing your temple. Your grin widened and your cheeks prickled with heat. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” You whispered back, a unwilling grin on your face.

Because if Bucky could love you this way, then maybe you could, too. It’d only be a few more months anyway.

You could do this.

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heyyyy! just wanted to send in a sentence starter since you are absolutely killing it with these! gotta be honest whenever I see these come up on my feed I scream because I just love these! but the one I wanted to request is with ler!Steve and maybeeee ler Bucky too (if you don't wanna write for both you can just pick one, it doesn't matter) but maybe with "I didn't realize you were this ticklish!" and "you can run but you can't hide from us!" so yeah! if you don't wanna do it that's totally fine with me. hope you're well and hope you know that you are an amazing writer <3

"You can run, but you can't hide from us!" Bucky yelled as you sprinted down the hallway.

You heard your two mentors chuckling from behind you and you made a mental note to make them pay once this little game of theirs was over. Bucky and Steve had taken you under their wing when they found out you were injected with super soldier serum and while they were amazing trainers, they were annoying friends.

Bucky was right. You could absolutely run from them, but once they caught you, it'd be game over.

You zigzagged around the compound, never letting them know your next move. After you were sure they hadn't followed you, you slowed down to a power walk, making your way to your own bedroom.

And just as you opened the door, there were Steve and Bucky, insufferable smirks on their faces.

"NO!" You shouted as they grabbed your arms and pulled you inside. "YOU TWO ARE THE WORST!"

"Mhm, tell that to someone who cares," Bucky snipped back. Steve deposited you onto your bed, instantly sitting on your legs to keep you in place so that Bucky could grab ahold of your arms. "Now, where were we?"

"You were about to let me go and forget about all of this," You scowled up at him. "I know you're ticklish tooHOO! Steheve, dohon't!"

You were interrupted by a pair of hands kneading at your sides. Your eyes averted to the Captain, wordlessly pleading with him.

"I didn't realize you were this ticklish," Steve commented, shifting up to pinch at your lower ribs. "Tell me, did the serum make it worse?"

"I-hi dohon't knoHOHOW! BUHUHUCKY, NOHO!" You screeched in response once one of Bucky's hands joined the fray, lightly scratching in the hollow of your underarm. The two different sensations were unbearable. You arched and writhed and screamed in laughter as the two super soldiers took you apart.

"This just made my day," Bucky smiled down at you. "We'll have to do this more often."

"OKAY! BUHUCK, STEHEHEVE, PLE-PLEASE!"

The men let up, but kept you firmly pinned to the mattress.

"That was adorable," Steve snickered. You gasped for air, letting out your residual giggles.

"Just wahait until I get you alohone."

"You won't get the chance," Bucky laughed, wiggling his finger under your arm again. "You can certainly try, though."

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love the stucky tag team <3 and thank you so much for the kind words 😭

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It’s here! It’s finally here! Sorry it took so long, life got hectic and I didn’t have the motivation to write. I hope you enjoy.

Old Man

Summary: The reader is a lab assistant with the Avengers. After growing close with the team, teasing about two super soldiers old age is a favorite past time. That is until the two “old men” decide that a lesson needs to be learned. LerSteve Rogers, Ler!Bucky Barnes, Lee!Reader

Warning: Mild swearing, mostly fluff

Word Count: 1,986

It was 4pm and you were way past your time for a break. You’d been in the lab since 6 am. Ever since Mr. Stark and Mr. Banner brought you on as their lab tech you had grown close with the whole team. They had brought you in about 6 months prior. It took awhile for you to come out of your lab rat shell but in time, you became a part of the family.

You sighed taking off your lab coat and tossing it over the chair. “I think I need a break. If I stare at that microscope any longer my eyes are going to fall out of my head.”

Bruce chuckled. “I agree Y/N go get something to eat. You’ve done great work today.” he said with a quick wave before turning back to his project. That man worked more than you did.

With a smile you grabbed your bag and headed out the door, only to collide head first into a super soldier. Looking up, it was Steve.

“Oh! I’m so sorry Y/N! Are you alright?” he asked concerned.

A smile smile tugged at the corner of your lips. You never missed an opportunity to tease one of the team members. They’d grown use to your cheekiness. “Ugh I guess so. It’s just these old geezers around here need to watch where they’re going.”

“I-HEY!” he said crossing his arms in a pout. “That’s not very nice.”

A full fledged smile spread your face now. “Who said I was nice?” you quipped.

Steve narrowed his eyes playfully at you. “Watch it.” he said he pointing a finger in your face. Sending a wink in your direction he continued down the hall.

You entered the compound kitchen, desperately trying to find a snack. Long hours in the lab made you hungry and you wanted a snack.

“Whatcha looking for?” a deep voice chirped behind you, making you jump.

You turned around to see Bucky in the kitchen, his arm resting on the island counter.

“Good grief Bucky. You’re quiet for an old man. I expected a dinosaur to make a bit more noise.” You grinned turning back to the fridge.

You heard Bucky gasp as you giggled, rummaging through the fridge for your snack. Pulling out some fruit you sat on the bar stool, glancing over at Bucky who still had his mouth slightly agape at your sass.

“What?” you asked innocently with a hint of mischief behind your eyes.

“Did you….” he paused dramatically for a moment. “call me OLD?!” he said putting his hand to his chest.

You giggled and shrugged your shoulders. “Hey I didn’t say exactly that but if the shoe fits!”

“You are full of sass today little one. You’re gonna get yourself in trouble.” he said pointing a finger warningly but teasingly at you.

“Who’s in trouble?” Tony asked entering the kitchen as the exchange between you and Bucky was happening.

Bucky chuckled darkly, his eyes twinkling. “This little punk over here called me old!”

Tony threw his head back in a deep laugh before giving you a high five of approval.

Bucky huffed crossing his arms. “I think Y/N has been spending too much time with you, Stark. Your sarcastic nature is rubbing off.”

Tony shrugged and nudged you with a smile. “I see nothing wrong with that.” he said before patting Bucky on the shoulder as he exited the room.

You took the cue to follow Stark out of the kitchen. As you passed Bucky you grinned as you shoved a strawberry in your mouth.

“You’re starting something I might have to finish.” Bucky said towering over you with a devious smirk on his face.

“You don’t scare me, Buck. You’d never hurt me.”

Bucky rolled his eyes with a chuckle. “Who said anything about hurting you?” before reaching forward, spidering his hands up and down your sides, eliciting high pitched giggles to spill from your mouth.

“he-HEY! What was that for?!”

“I wanted to see if you’re ticklish.” Bucky said with a grin. “Looks like you are. What a discovery!” he said skittering his fingers across your tummy making you squeal and twist away.

“Bu-BUCKY! QUHIHIT IT!” you said smacking his hand as you jumped out of his reach.

Bucky ceased his attack but still had a mischievous smirk on his face.

“A few of us are in the common room. We’re planning a movie night. Do you want to join us?” He asked as the two of you exited the kitchen.

You shrugged. “I’d love to but I should probably get back to the lab. Banner is probably wondering where I am. We have an important test to run.”

Bucky put his arm around you and looked at you with puppy dog eyes. “Aw come on Y/N! You work too hard. Take a break and hang out with your friends. Banner will survive without his assistant.”

“I don’t know….” you said.

Your work was important to you and being chosen to work at Avengers Compound was a dream come true. It was a bit intimidating working alongside literal super heroes so you wanted to make the best impression possible.

You gave Bucky a small smile. “Let me swing by the lab and make sure I’m not needed. I’ll meet you in the common room.”

Bucky nodded, satisfied with that answer. “Alright, doll. I’ll let the others know you’re joining us.”

Bucky exited the kitchen, headed to the common room, while you made your way back to the lab. Bruce was still in there to no surprise but you didn’t see Tony. After Bruce assuring you that he was fine on his own, you made your way back down to the common room where you saw everyone getting settled in. You walked in to see Wanda and Vision curled up on a loveseat together, Steve and Bucky where on either end of the long couch while Peter was stretched out on the floor with a pillow under his chest.

“Y/N!” Vision said cheerfully. “Do join us.” he motioned you into the room.

Peter looked up from his spot on the floor and gave you a friendly smile and wave. It was nice to have someone closer in age to you around. While you were a few years older than the spider kid, it was still nice to not be the only “kid” around.

You sat in between Bucky and Steve, a decision you would soon regret.

Halfway through the movie, a scene happened where it was taking place in an era that was far before either of the super soldiers time, but you couldn’t resist a jab. You smirked and leaned towards Steve.

“So what was it like back then?”

“Hey!” Steve said with a hand on his chest. “I’m not THAT old!” He said with a jab to your side.

Giggles bubbled in your throat. Steve raised his eyebrows with a smirk.

Bucky leaned over hearing the commotion. “Hush! I’m trying to watch.”

Steve put his hands up in defense. “It wasn’t me dude! Y/N is making fun of my age! I may be old but I’m not THAT old!”

A mischievous smile graced Bucky’s face. “You’re not the only one getting the sass. I think someone needs to be taught a lesson in respecting elders. What do you think Rogers?”

Catching on to the teasing tone in his voice Steve shared the mischievous smirk. You were in deep shit. As you attempted to bolt from the couch a pair of strong arms yanked you back down, holding you in place.

“And just where do you think you’re going little one?” Steve teased as you squirmed in his arms with a giggle trying to break free.

“Ya know Rogers, I found out something about Y/N!” Bucky said before giving your sides a firm squeeze, eliciting a stream of giggles.

Steve’s eyes lit up. “You’re ticklish?! Why didn’t we know this before?!”

“Behehehcause!” you said giggling pushing at Bucky’s hands. “Why wouhohould I share thaahahat?”

“Well maybe this will teach you to watch your sass around us little one.” Steve said digging into your ribs from behind. A shriek of laughter made the whole room turn to look at you.

“Guhuhuhys! Plehehehase!” You tried with all your might to get out Steve’s grip, to no avail. “Ihihim sohohohorry!”

Bucky shook his head with a smile, still squeezing your sides and spidering over your tummy, endless giggles spilling from your mouth as you kicked your legs wildly.

“I don’t know. I’m not sure I believe you. How about you Steve?”

Steve shook his head in agreement. “Nah I don’t think so either.” The super soldiers talking to each other as if you weren’t there was driving you crazy. The teasing was too much.

Bucky chuckled. “Maybe if I squeeze riiiiiight……here.” he said before furiously digging into your hip bone, causing a deep belly laughter to erupt.

“NAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHASE STAHAHAHAP! SOMEONE HEHEHELP MEHEHEH!” you bucked trying to escape but Steve held you tightly.

“Oh! I think we found a bad spot.” Steve teased continuing to spider up your ribs and under your arms.

Everyone in the room shook their heads. They did not want to get in the middle of that. Especially Peter who was often the target of tickle attacks. Being the youngest of the bunch he himself was often a target for incessant teasing.

“Sorry Y/N!!” Peter shouted from his spot on the floor. “You did this to yourself!”

“I hahahate youhoho!” your laughter raising in octaves with each squeeze and poke.

“You HATE us?!” Bucky gasped feigning hurt. “Clearly you haven’t learned your lesson! I think we need to pull out the big guns, what do you say Rogers?”

“Nohohoho! Ihihihim sohohorry!! Ihihihim sohohohory!” you squealed throwing your head back in deep belly laughter.

“Ready Buck?” Steve said with a smirk.

“Aye Aye Cap’n!” Bucky bellowed before the two men leaned down to either side of your neck blowing raspberry after raspberry. It was torture, their scratchy beards mixed with the tickly raspberries was too much. You screamed in laughter before tears spilled from your eyes and your laughter went silent. After a moment, they let up, deciding you had suffered enough.

You laid there for a moment, your body still shaking from residual giggles trying to get rid of the ghost tickles that still covered your body.

“Yohuhu two are the wohohorst!” you said covering your face to hide the blush that filled your cheeks.

The two super soldiers chuckled as Steve helped you sit up. “Maybe, but now you know what happens when you mess with two super soldiers.” he said with a wink.

You looked at everyone else in the room, who were clearly amused by what had happened. “Y’all suck! No one tried to help me!”

“Sorry Y/N!” Wanda chimed in “I wasn’t getting in the middle of that.” she said with a laugh. “Vis gets me enough, I don’t even want to try to fight those two.”

“Yes it is true.” Vision said with a small smile. “It does seem you, as the young spider boy pointed out, did it to yourself.”

You huffed and crossed your arms. Bucky raised his eyebrows as he leaned over to look you in the eyes. “Shall we go for round two or is the sass master done for now?” he said wiggling his fingers teasingly.

“Nohoho! No mohohore!” you said giggling holding up your hands in defense.

Bucky lowered his hands but leaned forward so he hovering over you slightly. “Watch yourself little one. Now everyone knows your weakness.” he said with a final poke and a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You settled back into the couch, leaning on Steve’s shoulder and smiled to yourself. You hadn’t exactly hated that and you were already plotting how to make it happen again.

Revenge is sweet.

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Hello!!😁 I have a sentence prompt for you!

"Why do you keep hiding your stomach, it's not like I haven't seen it before..." (Ler Steve)

Hope you like it! 😊

"Why do you keep hiding your stomach?" The Captain asked as you pulled your crop top down for the umpteenth time that evening. "It's not like I haven't seen it before."

Heat prickled in your cheeks at his comment. He was right. He'd seen it countless times, but for some odd reason, today you were feeling a bit self conscious about it.

Maybe it had to do with the fact that your shirt didn't cover it completely or perhaps it was because you had a big breakfast. You weren't sure, so you just shrugged and held your arms tight over your abdomen to cover it up.

You sank further into the couch, avoiding eye contact with your boyfriend. "I don't know... I just feel exposed."

"Well, you know you don't have to hide it from me," Steve said with a swift poke to your side. "I love it and you always."

A breathy laugh escaped your nose and you bit your lip with the smallest of smiles. "Thanks."

"So... are you gonna let me see it?"

You furrowed your brows together, glancing over at him. "Wha-"

"Because if you don't move your arms, I'll have to tickle you to get you to move them."

Your eyes immediately widened and you spluttered out a nervous laugh. "Steheve!"

"I'm giving you a choice here..." Steve scooted a bit closer to you and your heartrate sped up because you were already leaning against the arm of the couch with nowhere to go.

"I-hi have a feeling you're gohonna do it anyway!" You curled in on yourself as much as you could, waiting for Steve to pounce.

"Glad we're on the same page, then."

And pounce, he did.

He lunged forward, latching his hands onto your knees first to get you to move them, then began squeezing at your sides.

"No, no, nohoho! Steheve! Yohou're playing dihirty!" You giggled while pushing at his hands. Steve took that opportunity to grab your wrists in one of his hands so he'd have unhindered access to your belly.

"There it is," He smiled at you, digging his fingers into your bare skin now that the crop top was resting at your ribs. "It's so cute!"

"NAHAHA!"

He stopped momentarily to let you breathe, then leant forward to plant a kiss right next to your navel. "You're beautiful, dear. In every way possible."

You blushed once more, thanking him quietly and continuing to giggle as the soldier showered your insecurities with love.

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i just know steve would do this to his gf canonically. he'd truly be the best boyfriend

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10…9…2 ok times up Ler Steve

"10...9...2...okay times up!" Steve playfully growled as he ripped the comforter off your body, leaving most of your skin exposed to the cold air. You groaned and flipped onto your side, facing away from the super soldier.

"Steve, can't you just- AHA! NO! DAHAMN IT!" You screeched as he latched both of his hands onto your side. You attempted to arch away from him, turning onto your stomach, but that only gave your lover more places to attack.

"First of all," Steve began, pinching at your ribs, "I asked you three times to get out of bed and you refused." He methodically worked his way down your sides to settle his tickling fingers at the divots of your hips; a place you were severely ticklish.

"WEHEHE HAHAVE NOTHING TO D-DO TODAHAY! DOHON'T! SHIT!" You laughed into your pillow. You did your best to curl up into a ball to protect yourself the slightest amount, but Steve knew all your tricks. Seeing this, he climbed onto the bed, placing his knee on the backs of your legs to keep you in place as he continued tickling you.

"And secondly, what did I tell you about your language..." He toggled his thumbs into the pliant skin of the back of your hips and vibrated his other 4 fingers at the front, sending you into silent laughter. "Are you going to get up?"

Words were difficult to come by, so you just nodded and kicked your feet wildly onto the mattress. Steve halted his punishment, standing up from the bed and watching with a smirk on his face at your disheveled form.

"I-hihi hahate you soho much, Steve Rogers..." You muttered breathlessly, your words completely unconvincing due to the ticklish smile plastered on your face.

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this is the kind of relationship i want!!! give it to me now!

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Are you…? Omg you are?!?!? With Ler Steve

"Are you...?" Steve fluttered his fingers on the back of your neck once more, grinning after hearing your rapid stream of giggles. "Oh my god, you are!"

You instinctively shrugged your shoulders up to block your boyfriends fingers. "Ahaha! Steve! I asked you to gihive me a massage, not to tickle me!"

Steve pulled his hands away from your neck and grazed them down your spine, relishing in the way your skin created goosebumps under his touch. "Yeah, but I wasn't trying to tickle you. You're just too ticklish to handle it."

Your elbows slammed down close to your sides, though it did nothing to help since you were laying vulnerable on your stomach with the super soldier on top of you.

Steve traced his way out to the outer edges of your hips and when he heard the inevitable breath you'd sucked in to stop your laughter, he wiggled his fingers maddeningly gentle onto your bare skin.

"EEEHEHE!" You squealed and attempted to buck out from under him. "Thihis is the LAHAHAST TIHIME I ASK YOHOU FOR ANYTHIHIHING!"

Steve halted his attack to lean down and place a soft kiss on your shoulder. "Mmhmm, whatever you say, dear."

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this is my first time writing for steve, so I hope I did him justice! thank you anon for this cute prompt <3

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(Throws flour into Steve’s hair)

“Now you look more like your age”

With obviously ler!steve 🤞🏼

"Now you look more like your age!" You teased Steve after sprinkling some of your baking flour into his hair. He spluttered a bit as some of it fell into his mouth and you couldn't help the giggle that jumped out of your throat.

"I help you with Bucky's birthday cake and this is the thanks I get?" Steve glared at you.

"I would hardly call you hovering over my shoulder and criticizing everything I do 'helping' me," You replied with a genuine smile on your face. You turned back to your ingredients, continuing to mix the flour, eggs, and butter.

"Alright, then I think I'll stop helping you and I'll just annoy you instead," He declared. Steve swiftly poked your upper arm once, then your shoulder, and then the middle of your back. You sighed and shook your head, doing your best to ignore the super soldier.

After a few seconds, Steve decided he wasn't getting a good enough reaction out of you, so he began poking at you repeatedly and quickly. He started at your arms and shoulders, slowly moving down to your ribs and sides.

You arched away from him with a giggle. "Steheve! Come ohon!"

"Oooh, you never told me you were ticklish!" He exclaimed, wrapping one arm around you to keep you still and using his thumb and forefinger of his free hand to gently pinch at the soft skin above your hips.

You threw your head back onto his shoulder, laughing with abandon. "I-hi didn't thihink I neheeded to!"

Steve kneaded his way up your side, grinning at the way you seemed to laugh louder the higher he got.

"Uh oh, I think someone's got a tickle spot up here!"

"ShuhuHUT UP, ROHOHOGERS! NOHOHOT THERE!" You shouted once his fingers found their way under your arms. "I'M NEHEVER LETTING YOU HEHELP ME AGAIN!"

"That's fine with me," Steve responded, finally yanking his hand out from where you trapped them. "I had more fun tickling you than I did watching you screw up Bucky's cake."

You turned around, slapping Steve on the shoulder. "I hate you."

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Okay, no seriously... Steve as a ler makes me want to scream!!!!

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Can you stop laughing? I’m trying to talk here. How rude!!

Steve Ler may platonic to romantic vibes crushing just super playful.

Beard/ scruff is used 😳😏

“Can you stop laughing? I’m trying to talk here,” Steve mumbled into your neck and you giggled, yet again, as he held you tight in a hug to trap you against him. “How rude!”

You shrugged your shoulder up in an attempt to block him out, but he squeezed you hard to make sure you didn’t escape. “Yohour beard is tihickling me, Steve!”

“Oh, is it? And here I was thinking you just thought I was really funny,” Steve teased you, pulling back slightly just so he could place his face on the other side of your shoulder. “How about now?”

“AACK! Steheheve!” You whined, pushing at his chest.

“You know, I hug a lot of people and none of them ever laugh. Maybe you’re just too ticklish for your own good…” Steve said with an impish lilt to his tone. He wrapped his arms tighter so that his fingertips where resting on your upper ribs.

“I knohow what you’re thihinking, Rogers!”

Steve began scratching with all his fingers. “You do? What am I thinking, then?”

“Ahaha! Noho! I’m nohot playing thahahat gahame!” You giggled, tilting down your head so it was pressed against his chest and lowering your arms to protect yourself to the best of your ability.

“Well, I’m thinking that I’m gonna tickle you to tears. I’m sure that will lift my spirits after that failure of a mission.”

And with that, he dug into the crevices of your ribs, smiling instictually when you screeched and fell into thunderous laughter.

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you guys are giving such good prompts. thank u!

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hi hi hi! for the prompt could i request ler steve and lee reader with the prompt “wait you snort?” thank you have a nice day sweet 🔮

"Wait... you snort?" Steve asked you with amusement in his tone. He continued tickling you in that same spot, pinching your thighs mercilessly, attempting to get you to make the endearing sound again.

You shook your head wildly. "Nohoho!"

"I believe what I heard was a snort. Do it again!" He exclaimed, kneading into your quad muscles a bit faster. Your laughter became frantic as ticklish shocks jolted through your entire body.

"Steheheve, plehease!" You kicked your legs desperately to shake him off, but he was relentless. It wasn't as if you weren't enjoying yourself. You loved it when your normally serious boyfriend got into these playful moods, but God if you didn't feel like you were going to explode. "Mohohove somewhere ehelse!"

"Not until I hear that cute noise again!" He sang, moving his hands lower and hitting that trigger spot just above your kneecap.

You screeched and fell backwards onto the bed, succumbing to your fate. Your giggles turned into cackles, which then morphed into hiccups and eventually, you unwillingly let out another snort.

"Ah-ha!" Steve yelled in triumph. "There it is!"

He removed his hands from your legs, allowing you to catch your breath.

"I... I never... wanted you to... find out!" You uttered out slowly. Steve just chuckled and grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips to place a soft kiss onto your knuckles.

"Well, I'm glad I did because it's adorable."

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I'm a snort-laugher too so writing this made me feel valid. thank you sweet anon ily!

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can you maybe do Steve Rogers x reader (romantic) with the sentence, “I know it was you who stole my hoodie. Give it back or we can do this my way.”

also I know that’s technically two sentences not one but I hope that’s ok!!

"I know it was you who stole my hoodie," Steve whispered into your ear from behind as you were making breakfast. "Give it back or we can do this my way."

Thankfully, your husband couldn't see the forming blush on your cheeks, so you nonchalantly shrugged and continued buttering your toast.

"You must be losing your memory, old man. I haven't even touched your hoodie."

That was the nail in your coffin. Steve abruptly scooped you up into his arms, eliciting a squeak, and began carrying you out of the kitchen and into your shared bedroom.

"Steve! Put me down! The food is gonna get cold!" You shouted, weakly batting at his shoulder. He dropped you unceremoniously onto the bed and immediately sauntered into the closet, pulling out said hoodie.

"When I said I knew you took it, I meant I literally watched you hide it in the back of the closet last night. So, not only did you insult me, but you're also a liar, and I cannot let that slide, dear."

Without hesitation, Steve tossed the jacket aside and charged after you, latching his hands onto your sides.

"No! Nohoho! Steheheve, wahait, I'm sohorry!" You pleaded. Steve, obviously, wasn't listening. He shot his hands up under your arms the second you opened them up to push him away. "AHAHA! NO, WAHAHAIT! OKAY, I REHEALLY AHAHAM SORRY!"

Steve moved his tickling fingers down to your ribs, a slightly less ticklish spot just to keep you giggling. "And what have we learned?"

"Nohohot to lie toho you!" You answered him. Steve retracted his hands and leaned forward to kiss you on the forehead.

"That's correct. I'm not actually mad about it, though, you can keep the hoodie if you want it. I just wanted to tickle you."

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something about ler!steve just puts me STRAIGHT into a lee mood

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[supermarvel-fics]

could you try “im just trying to cheer you up!” ler steve w/ gender-neutral reader?

"I'm just trying to cheer you up!" Steve quipped, skittering his fingers along the sole of your socked foot.

You whined through a laugh, tugging it away from him. "Why can't you just lehet me be grumpy in peace?"

Steve, of course, had you figured out. You needed this. The playfulness, the distraction, the little game he'd set his mind to. Otherwise, you would have told him to stop or even gone as far as to get up and leave.

But here you were, sitting across from him on the couch, just waiting for the inevitable.

"Because being grumpy isn't good for you," He leaned forward to grab your ankle in his super soldier grip. "Laughing is."

The Captain took to scratching just two fingers at your arch, grinning once he heard that melodic giggle he loved so much.

Instinctually, you attempted to pull your foot away from him, throwing your head back onto the arm of the couch and pounding your fist on the cushion. "Yohou are the woHOHORST! NOHOT THERE!"

Steve retracted his hand instantly at the sound of your screech and desperate plead. Then, he smirked deviously as he gathered your other foot in his hold, turning his back so you weren't able to see him. "Even the tops of your feet are ticklish?"

"Don't make fun of me, Rogers. I will kiHICK YOHOUR AHAHASS! NO!" You squealed, surging forward to push at his back. "I-HI HAHAHATE YOU!"

"You still sound incredibly grumpy," He teased you, moving to flutter his fingers at the balls of your feet. You let out a giggly scream and again, beat your fist hard on the couch. "I think I'm starting to break you, though. Maybe a few more minutes riiigghht here..."

"NO! NOHO! I'm hahappy nohow! I-hi prohohomise!"

Steve took a peek over his shoulder at your ticklish smile and decided to relent. He dropped your feet unceremoniously onto the sofa and twisted around to see you fully.

"Ah, there's that smile I needed to see!"

You shook your head, blushing slightly. "You are insufferable."

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[supermarvel-fics]

This is so much better then what I had planned

Steven Ler romantic

Movie night is totally forgotten. Nibble, nom noms, raspberries on the neck, hips and anywhere he wants in between. Reader learns scruff is so much worse then a full beard.

“This is so much better than what I had planned,” Steve chuckled, pushing you to lie flat on the couch and climbing on top of you.

“But whahat about the mohovie!” You giggled as the soldier kissed your neck.

“Later,” He hummed. “This is too good of an opportunity to pass up.”

Steve rubbed his face up against your neck and shoulder, blowing a few raspberries every now and then.

“EHEHEE!” You squeaked. “The scruff is wahahay worse thahan your beard!”

“Oh, is it now? Good to know,” He smirked before kissing you. Then, he slid down so that his face was aligned with your belly. Steve slowly pushed your shirt up to your ribs, making sure to drag his fingers across your skin. “I’m sorry, am I tickling you?”

You nodded while biting your lip. Steve smiled and placed a few gentle kisses to the soft skin of your belly, savoring every little giggle that came from your sweet lips.

Then, without warning, he blew yet another raspberry right above your navel. “AHH! STEHEHEVE!”

“What?” Your lover looked up at you. “I’m hungry.”

Over and over again, across every single inch of skin that was visible to him, he’d kiss it and give you a ticklish raspberry.

You didn’t mind, though. This was way better than movie night.

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teasy steve 😭😮‍💨

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