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[ticklish-virgo]

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.

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Self-Defence

~4700 words of ler!Bucky tickle fluff

I received this prompt from a lovely reader who would prefer to stay anon 💜 Would you be willing to write a Bucky x reader fic where they’re in an established relationship and they’re sparring or he’s helping her with her fighting skills? And maybe he finds out she’s ticklish somehow during that.

I leaned into TFATWS Bucky for this one, though Bucky is still an unfamiliar character for me to write. Hope I can do him justice !!

CW: Mentions of fighting/killing, swearing

Pairing: Bucky x gender neutral reader

“Just basic self-defence,“ you promised earnestly, then laughed at his wary hesitance. “Bucky, I’m not trying to become an Avenger. I just think it would be good for me to know how to defend myself.”

Bucky pulled you closer against his side as you sat on your couch together, pressing a firm kiss into your temple. “What are you afraid of?”

“Living in New York City.” You looked at him and raised your eyebrows as if it were obvious. Bucky sighed and closed his eyes, a little resigned.

It was selfish, he knew it was, that he didn’t want to teach you any fighting skills. It’s not that he wanted to be needed, or that he wanted to be your hero, it’s that he loved how you felt so seperate from the whole world of violence. You were a strong person, and there was a softness and kindness to you, an innocence he didn’t see often.

His life, in the broken pieces he had lived it, had been the almost the opposite of yours.

His hands had taken countless lives, even before the serum. Sure, they were NAZI lives, though something about pulling a trigger and watching another person stop breathing just sticks with you. He sometimes remembered the people he killed as Sergeant James Barnes and not as a puppet, and wondered what had gone so horribly wrong for them to fight for something so evil.

You, on the other hand, had taken an oath to do no harm.

He met you in an army rehab clinic for amputees. He wasn’t a regular amputee, but you weren’t a regular doctor. Like many young people who didn’t grow up in a wealthy home, you signed up for the military to have your medical school costs covered in exchange for several years of service.

Four years into your degree you were topping all your classes and impressing every mentor you had, including the ones from the army. The US Military was desperate to keep you, so they gave you the best doctors to work under and, therefore, the most exciting and challenging patients to work on. So when you graduated you continued on helping out on the homeland; you preferred to work with veterans, and you were good enough to have your preferences catered to.

Bucky was good at reading people, good at seeing their intentions. After his pardon and the start of his reintegration into life, doctors and scientists were a part of his usual repertoire of appointments. He’d agreed to submit to tests regarding how the cryogenic freezing affected human life, how his metal arm was fused, anything that could assist in helping fellow soldiers who may be critically injured or needing a prosthetic. He refused, however, to submit to any testing which attempted to understand the serum. You seemed, Bucky read, outwardly uninterested in the serum and far more interested in how his body responded to his arm.

At first, Bucky hardly spoke to you as you worked with him and his prosthesis. You were focused, professional, gentle, deliberate with every movement. He could tell you were young, that perhaps you hadn’t been a doctor all that long, so he didn’t want to distract you. Besides, striking up a conversation would inevitably lead to questions and questions lead to frustration, guilt, regression. Thankfully, you had plenty to do and you never seemed phased by the silence in between your exchanges of medical information, the requests for how his body responded when you pressed here or there. Was that tender? Can you feel that?

Most of the tests were to make sure his muscle tissue wasn’t dying and that his bones were coping alright with the strain of the metal arm and its anchor plates. The results of which may help determine whether prosthetics such as his were safe enough to become standard issue.

One day, a couple month in, you were performing a scan to read his muscle mass to compare with his other arm and previous readings, pretty standard for his time on your tablle, and he was visited by a General while you were underway. Bucky noticed your jaw clench as the General tossed a mission file onto the exam table beside where Bucky was sitting upright.

“We need you, Sergeant,” the General said firmly, explaining there was a warlord holding a bunch of villagers hostage in a remote part of a South-East Asian country Bucky had never been to. “Those people may die without your help.”

“How much oil are they sitting on?” Bucky asked with an icy tone, opening the file with his right hand to take a look at the pictures meant to tug on his heartstrings.

“Sergeant, despite common misconceptions, the US government doesn’t invade every oil-rich country it its sights. These are lives, not barrels, that we’re looking to save.”

Bucky set his jaw and noticed your touch become a little more hesitant. You were listening. A glance from the corner of his eye told him you weren’t happy with what you were hearing. He’d have to get a better look at you to know if your tensed fingers were the result of the request, or his jab at his superior. Maybe you didn’t like conflict. That would be nice.

“I’ll think about it,” Bucky closed the file. “Let’s not distract the good doctor,” he tilted his head towards you and the General left. Bucky didn’t stand or salute. When you were alone with him again, Bucky chuckled once through his nose. “Got somethin’ to say?”

He didn’t turn his head to look at you, but you didn’t seem to react. “It’s your life,“ you’d said in a low voice as you turned and wrote some notes on his file. “No one has the right to tell you what to do. Certainly not me.”

“What if I’m interested in your professional opinion?”

You were silent as you looked at the closed Manila folder. “Tsinia?” He nodded. You nodded and wrote a few more notes. “My professional opinion is the Tsinian people have been living through a quasi-anarchy for nearly two decades and the United States has sent barely a million in aid. That’s less than twenty cents per capita,” you told him without looking up from your scribbling.

“Huh.”

“The US government doesn’t give a shit about Tsinia,” you continued, your writing becoming more tense. “They probably do give a shit about the gold mines that they’re paying off journalists to ignore.”

“How do you know they’re paying off journalists?”

You relaxed, stopping writing, and shrugged with one shoulder. “The fringe outlets are reporting it. The ones with integrity,” you looked him dead in the eyes, then seemed to realise you didn’t really do that a lot. Bucky didn’t blame you. He knew his stare could be intense. “I’m out of line. My apologies, Sergeant.”

“At least you’re honest.”

“That’ll get me fired,” you smiled sadly and clicked your pen shut. “We’re done for today.”

Bucky started taking more notice of you after that day. He liked that you spoke your mind when he asked, he liked that you swore in front of him and shared your dead-honest opinion. He’d seen his fair share of doctors and specialists to pick out a polite bedside manner from a mile away, but he began to notice you didn’t have that same clinical gaze the others had, maybe because you were new. Your interest seemed genuine, but you didn’t bombarde him with the unanswered questions he knew you must have.

A few weeks later, when he entered, you smiled, “I’d like to make sure your nerves are still fully functioning,” you said as he sat down. He’d done some of this before, though most of your work had been with his muscles and bones. “I want to use this to send pinpoint electric signals through your skin,” you held up a small silver rod that looked not unlike a pen. “Is it okay if I proceed?”

When he first started his treatment with you, Bucky found himself a little impatient going through the weekly routine of you asking permission to carry out any test you wanted to do. One day, when he was particularly under the weather, he almost snapped and told you to get on with it and stop asking every damn time. He was glad he didn’t; he knew wasn’t frustrated at you, not at all, but it seemed like something he could pin his annoyance on. Besides, he had enough to amends to make without creating more to jot down in his notebook. When he calmed down later, he thought of all those times again, and he softened into a silent guilt.

You were the first person ever to ask for explicit permission to lay your hands on him. That had to count for something.

So he decided he would be thankful every time you made sure it was okay. His therapist routinely said he should express gratitude more, and you liked subjecting him to tests, so surely he’d be allowed to test such things on you to see if it would make him feel better.

So that day, after you’d sought his permission, he nodded and looked up at where you were standing next to him. “I appreciate you asking, Doc.”

Bucky bit back a smirk as your face flashed with surprise for a moment, then softened into a content and somewhat shy smile. “Of course,” you mumbled, then proceeded with disconnecting his metal arm and removing the anchor plates from his skin.

“This shouldn’t hurt,” you said as you pressed the device to the top of his shoulder. “So if it does - sing out. Something’s wrong. This may take a while,” you warned with an apologetic smile. “Let me know if at any point you stop feeling it.”

He nodded and relaxed as you placed a hand on his shoulder to identify the places you wanted to start.

A few months ago, the idea of being so comfortable with someone touching the mangled skin on his former arm seemed impossible. But you never grimaced, you never cringed or tried to make some funny joke about it or reassure him that there were so many other people like him (there weren’t). You just took it in stride. Yes, you were okay.

The device sent signals through his skin and touched his nerves in a way that felt as if it were blooming underneath his skin and spreading to the nerves around it. It wasn’t unpleasant, it certainly didn’t hurt, if anything it just made his arm feel a little tingly and fuzzy.

“I’m not going to Tsinia,” Bucky said, casting a glance up at you. “I did some reading after we talked,” he pulled the corners of his mouth downwards and shook his head with his tense frown. “I can’t be complicit.”

You were silent as you thought, shifting the device further down his shoulder area. “Wouldn’t that be violating direct orders, Sergeant?”

“I’m not active duty.”

“Someone should tell them that,” you said a little quickly, then seemed to bite your tongue. Bucky grinned and that seemed to ease you. Then, as you pressed the device against the skin just above his ribs he tensed and grimaced, not quite believing the super-soldier serum didn’t zap away all his little weaknesses.

“Is this hurting?” You asked with concern laced in your voice.

“No,” Bucky shook his head, not looking you in the eye.

“You have to tell me if it-“

”It tickles, alright?” He chuckled, a little embarrassed. Bucky bit his lip through a sheepish smile and ran his other hand through his hair as he tried to control the smile which the sensation was trying to tug into his cheeks.

“Sorry,” you smiled. You didn’t really look too sorry. You moved the device closer to the back of his arm and Bucky flinched quite hard, a small laugh escaping his lips before he pursed them shut. “I swear I’m not doing this on purpose. It’s good to know your nerves still work.”

Bucky groaned and laughed a little as he covered his eyes with his hand. “Any chance you could exclude this from your notes? I know Tony reads my files for the arm upgrades and I don’t need him coming up with any cute nicknames.”

He looked at you and you were still smiling, amused, and you nodded. “Of course, Sergeant.”

“Bucky,” he offered. You smiled politely and nodded again, then jumped back when he flinched a bit harder. “Ohokay, I think my nerves are fine,” he winced again, rubbing away the ticklish sensation.

“That they are,” you grinned and wrote some things down. “I’m happy with how your shoulder is responding,” you told him as you placed your notes down and reconnected the anchor plates. “My tests are done, so I think after next week we can move to quarterly check-ups to make sure your shoulder is holding up,” you smiled positively and reattached his arm, stepping aside to let him truly engage it with a full swinging rotation. “I’m guessing Dr Banner will be able to do those from the Compound. Save you a trip here,” you continued, picking up your notes again. “So I’ll see you next Thursday and then you’ll be rid of me, Bucky.”

When he left that day, he found himself disappointed at the sudden change. His therapist might say his brain needed routine to latch onto, so since you were a regular part of his week maybe his mind was just trying to cope with the upcoming change. But it seemed unfair that as soon as he opened up to first-name-basis that he probably wouldn’t see you again, and he found himself unwilling to probably not see you again. So, the next week as you bid him goodbye and thanked him for his patience, he asked you to dinner. You seemed surprised, but not unpleasantly so.

You’d told him you’d love to.

Five months later he was sitting in your apartment trying to dispel the foolish notion that it was a good idea for him to teach you how to fight.

As he got to know you better he found out that your bedside manner was a dam holding back a flood of tenacity and determination. You were strong and confident, but so unbelievably kind. You had a beautiful way of living out your caring nature that didn’t make him feel smothered or incapable or broken; you were reliably easy-going. And, like him, you were also stubborn.

“Fine,” Bucky sighed, tapping your waist where his hand had been holding you close. “Get up.”

“What, now?” You laughed, moving off the couch as he did. Bucky leaned down and pulled the coffee table out of the way and moved a few chairs aside to give you a wide open space on the large rug in the middle of your apartment.

“You’re in exercise clothes sitting on the couch,” he teased with a gesture to your activewear. “You’re clearly ready for this,” he smiled, then smirked as you gave him a look. “I‘ll show you how to escape a few simple grabs. Deal?”

“Deal,” you grinned and stood with him in the middle of the room.

“Alright, so you’re walking down the street and someone grabs your shoulders from behind. Try me,” Bucky turned, somewhat hesitantly.

You two hadn’t been together an exceptionally long time, but long enough that Bucky wasn’t still afraid of accidentally hurting you. Besides, if anyone knew how in-control of his arm and reflexes he was - it was you. You’d never been afraid of the metal.

So as he explained and manoeuvred your bodies to show you how to escape certain holds, he watched intently at the way you followed his instructions. Your movements, as always, were precise and methodical. They weren’t exactly swift, but they never missed their mark and never missed the gap they needed to exploit.

You escaped from one arm twisted behind your back and Bucky was confident you’d be able to do it should the need arise. His jaw clenched when a rage burned in his chest at the thought of the need arising, but he swallowed it and continued. The next move was to imitate if someone grabbed you from behind to drag you somewhere, perhaps a dark alley, to mug you. He didn’t use a knife in his demonstration, but mentioned in passing that there’d probably be one in an attacker’s hand. After that comment, he longed for this moment of falsified fear to be over, so he let himself flirt.

With one arm loosely around your neck and one around your waist he pressed his lips near your ear, knowing you could feel his smirk. “How would you get out of this one? You know, if you even want to.”

“Pfft,” you scoffed and tugged on his metal arm with your hands. It, of course, didn’t even budge. He let you squirm and struggle for several moments as you made noises of frustration. “Am I allowed to fight dirty?”

“Of course.”

“Well, if it was you I’d just do this,” you giggled and he felt you twist and latch all ten of your fingers latch onto his upper ribs below the fused metal, digging into his skin and wriggling around. He spluttered and flinched from the ticklish touch as you laughed cheekily at his reaction. He quickly moved his arm from around your neck to grab at your hands, holding both wrists in a firm grasp.

“That seemed to work,” you teased, pulling on your wrists and turning your head to shoot a grin up to him.

“But now you’re in a worse position,” Bucky lowered his voice dangerously and let a smirk tug at his lips. You raised an eyebrow.

“I no longer have an arm around my neck,” you countered. “That seems better to me.”

“Sure,” Bucky turned the corners of his mouth down and tilted his head, as if he were considering your point. “But now….” he started walking your trapped body over to the couch and watched as you kept struggling against him. “Now you’ve given me ideas to add a little adrenaline and desperation to your self-defence. You know, mimic the real thing,” he taunted. You seemed to understand where this was going.

“Wahait, Bucky- AH!” You yelped as he twisted and sat on the couch with you between his legs. He hooked his calves around your shins and used his grip on your wrists to pull you back against his chest. He heard your breathing and heart rate pick up as you started giggling nervously. He smirked and blew some air at your ear, making you squeak and flinch your head away. “Bucky!” You whined, then giggled harder as he rested his right hand at your side where it was still wrapped around your waist. “N-no, wahait, wait I’m sorry, I’ll lihisten,” you laughed hard for someone who wasn’t even being tickled yet.

“You brought this on yourself,” he chuckled and squeezed at your side, pulling a stream of bubbling laughter from your lips.

“B-Bucky!” You gasped. “Wahait I’m t-too, it’s- WAHAIT!” You laughed harder as his squeezing travelled up and down your side, looking for the places you were most sensitive. Bucky grinned at how you laughed and squirmed in his arms, still leaning into his body as he tickled you senseless.

“I had no idea you were ticklish,” he chuckled, giving an experimental pinch at your hipbone. You jolted and let out a loud bark of a laugh, which made Bucky laugh from surprise. “Very ticklish,” he corrected, pinching at your hipbone several more times as you let out hearty belly-laughter.

“B-BUHUCKY!” You squeaked. “I-hi cahan’t fihight this-s-s,” you gasped as his fingers slipped beneath your dishevelled shirt and skittered lightly along the bare skin of your lower belly. You erupted in another stream of desperate giggles and struggled harder against him, throwing your head back against his shoulder as he pulled a few squeals from you lips when his fingers danced around your navel.

“How ‘bout this,” Bucky smirked and stilled his hand, allowing you to catch your breath. “You’ve got ten seconds to get yourself out of this.”

“What!” You squeaked, pulling on your wrists. “Thahat’s impossible,” you whined a little, Bucky grinned at how you didn’t sound too displeased with the idea of staying trapped in his arms.

“No it’s not. Ten.”

“Bucky!”

“Nine… eight.”

“Ugh, come on… I- HEY!” You giggled when he tauntingly poked you halfway through his countdown.

“Five, here I’ll even let your arms go. Try now- three.”

“You missed four!” You cried, standing up shakily with his legs still around yours, twisting your body and legs but merely falling backwards. Bucky reached out to catch you but you managed to somewhat break your fall and let yourself down onto your backside. The way he had you trapped meant your knees were fully bent as his calves wrapped around yours, keeping you close, your shins were pressed securely against the front of the couch. You tried to push your toes against the bottom of the couch to break his hold but your time ran out.

“One… Zero,” Bucky sighed, as if it pained him, and then pounced. Feeling more like his previously cheeky self than he had in a while, he unwrapped his legs from around yours and surged forward, lightly tackling you fully down to the carpet. You gasped and laughed as he covered your body with his own and planted kisses at the place where your shoulder met your neck. It’s not as if he hadn’t kissed you there before, but he’d never done it with the intention to pull a little laughter. So he let his kisses become sloppier and let his stubble graze against your skin. You giggled and pressed against his shoulders, then took his jaw in your hands and ducked your head to catch his lips with your own.

He sighed in contentment at the familiar wonderful feeling of kissing you. God, he loved kissing you. You breathed out in bliss as you wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged him closer. Bucky was propped up by his elbows either side of your shoulders so he shifted them down a little further to rest by your waist. Because as much as he was enjoying this, he wasn’t quite done with dishing out a little playful torture.

Slowly, he poised to attack. Then, he slotted his fingers up into the soft spaces under your arms and wiggled them into every place he could reach. You squeaked against his lips, clamped your arms down over his hands and bucked your hips before your laughter burst from you once again, partially muffled by the kiss Bucky kept teasingly pretending was the only thing happening right now.

“MMMHBM-BUHUCKY!” You yelled and threw your head back, which only gave him the perfect chance to plant those ticklish kisses up your neck and onto your ear, which, he was delighted to see, brought some high-pitched giggles into the mix. “NO FAHAIR!” You laughed harder as Bucky relented his kissing, grinning down at your rosy cheeks and at the way you struggled underneath him as he prodded his fingers deeper and faster. “Mehercy,” you weakly gasped, laughter going silent as a few tears pooled against your shut eyes. Bucky laughed and pulled his hands back, immediately moving to rest his elbows either side of your head and smooth your hair away from your face.

You breathed deeply, catching air as a few residual giggles escaped and you opened your eyes to look up at him. “That was mean-mmmhm,” he cut you off with another kiss and you giggled into his lips once again. He felt your hands poise to launch into revenge so he pulled away and gave you a warning look.

“Ihi wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he chuckled and you blushed harder, pausing your hands in place.

“You should let me get revenge,” you argued.

“You tickled me first!” Bucky laughed and kissed you firmly once more before getting to his knees and swinging a leg off you.

“I was just evening the playing field,” you teased, rolling to your side and propping yourself up with an elbow. “But look,” you gestured to yourself lying next to him. “I’m free.”

“Because I let you go,” Bucky gave you a playfully firm look and you grinned at him.

“Sure,” you winked. Bucky scoffed and reached his hand out to latch onto the muscle above your knee, squeezing harshly as you yelped and tried to pull it away.

“You just love antagonising me, don’t you?” He laughed, playfully growled and got to his knees to let his other hand slide up your leg and knead at your hip.

“WAIT, WAHAIT!” You cackled and fell back trying to roll away, push at his hands.

“No, no,” Bucky taunted. “If you can escape without me letting you go, show me.” A grin spread to his cheeks at your yelping laughter as you writhed on the floor next to him.

“Okahay,” you squeaked and jolted when his fingers flitted behind your knee. “OKAY!” You laughed hard, submitting to Bucky’s ticklish torture as you tried to curl in on yourself to protect anything you could.

“I need to hear you surrender,” Bucky called, squeezing a little harder and faster at your hip.

“I surrender!” You managed to yell out between your laughter, still weakly batting at his hands. “I-hi gihive!!” After one final loud bout of laughter Bucky stilled his hands, sliding the one at your knee up to meet the other at your hip before pulling you up closer to him. You were still curled into a bit of a ball, and you struggled against his hold.

“I’m dohone,” He laughed. “Promise.”

A few more residual giggles left your lips as you stole a peek up at him. He once again reached down and brushed the hair from your eyes, smirking as you blushed at his discovery of your sensitivity. “I’m clearly no good at this whole self-defence thing,” you mumbled.

Bucky laughed and held out his hands, which you took, and he pulled you both to your feet. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he smiled softly, then thoughtfully.

“What’s wrong?” Your eyes filled with concern at his moment of reflection. He knew he sometimes appeared to go a little blank, but he wasn’t falling in on himself today. Seeing how you looked up at him, your desire to be close, the way you’d already wrapped your arms around his waist and so comfortably settled into standing with your body pressed against his, Bucky had to fight the part of his mind that told him he didn’t deserve any of this.

“Nothings wrong,” he tried to reassure you. You nodded, but looked sceptical. “I just really love you, you know,” He laughed nervously. Your eyebrows shot up your forehead, and then Bucky realised he’d never said that out loud. Shit, maybe that was dumb. But his therapist said honesty was important in-

“And I really love you.”

A warm smile broke across your cheeks, reaching your eyes and making them sparkle with affection. Bucky looked down at his feet and nodded, knitting his eyebrows together, kind of forgetting what someone says after a mutual admittance of love.

“That’s… that’s really great,” he stammered, laughing nervously. He heard you laugh, then felt your arms unwrap from his waist and take both sides of his face in your hands.

“Now would be a good time to kiss me again,” you playfully nudged with a teasing edge. Bucky laughed once through his nose and obliged, lifting his head to place a tender kiss on your lips.

Bucky didn’t end up teaching you much self-defence that afternoon. He would have felt guiltier about it if you hadn’t seem to lose interested so quickly. He smiled as he kissed you, putting the pieces together that probably all you wanted was a playful wrestling match with your boyfriend. You knew, better than most, what he was capable of, how strong he was, how safe he could keep you.

Though, on the off chance that you truly did crave more protection, he promised himself, from now on, he’d hold just you a little bit tighter.

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That makes me so sad 😔 I loved her fics so much. ❤️I looked forward to them every day after work💔

Do you know what happened to @marvelticklefics

I can't find their blog anywhere

She deactivated due to the immense hate she’s gotten. She couldn’t deal with it anymore and decided to leave tumblr, with her all her fics.

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Ear Tickles

Ticklish ears are so underrated.

I can whisper to you and you burst out into the sweetest giggles? Adorable.

I can kiss behind your ear, and you squirm away? Adorable.

You can't handle a little nip to your ear because it tickles to much? Even more adorable.

If I blow into your ear you can't sit still? You guessed it— adorable.

Peppering little kisses on your ears and whispering coos into your ear while I'm at it? It's too ticklish for you to handle? You're flustered? Blushing? It's all too perfect.

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BIRTHDAY TICKLES

I've never seen birthday tickles like this before 🙈

Sorry about the quality of the video. That's how I found it

#tickle community #ticklish #tickle fluff #birthday tickles #hip tickling #rib tickling #tickle video #lgbtq

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I’ve got you now...

…is a phrase that can be said in two very different ways. I love to use them both.

When you see the impish glint in my eyes after you’ve said something cheeky or cute, you know it’ll only be a moment before I catch you and pull you into an inescapable hug with nothing but your ticklish laughter on my mind. Helpless in my clutches, you’ll feel all the excitement and anticipation bubble up in your tummy when I teasingly growl into your ear with my playful yet firm tone, “I’ve got you now…”

But after I’ve tickled you to your heart’s content and you’re still snuggled up against me, panting with a smile stuck on your face from the delightfully ticklish struggle I’ve put you through, I’ll still be holding you close, gently rubbing the phantom tickles away and nuzzled up against your ear, softly, sweetly, and safely reminding you, “I’ve got you now.”

From the unbearably flustering excitement of the inescapably ticklish predicament I’ve trapped you in, to the soft and warm security of our tickly afterglow together, I’ve got you the whole time.

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SOMEDAY I’LL BE

PART OF YOUR WORLD

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TickleTober Day 9-Lie

"Y/N..." Sebastian said as he poked your armpit once from behind you. Your body flinched slightly, but you still remained facing forward with your arms crossed over your legs. Sebastian just told you that he would have to skip dinner with your family tonight because of a mandatory meeting with his agent, and you were not too thrilled about it. Sebastian knew how much this time with your family meant to you, and he also felt horrible that he could not attend with you. He wanted to make it up to you, but you needed a second to collect your thoughts.

"Y/N..." Sebastian repeated, poking your armpit again. When you continued to ignore him, he started playing with your hair. "You really wanna ignore me? Are you sure, darling?" Without saying another word, he reached around your body and started playfully tickling your ribcage.

"NO NO!" You laughed as you leaned to the right and onto his lap. "OKAY!" You shrieked, squirming in many directions to escape his tickles.

"Huh?" Sebastian teased, not letting go of your ribs.

"OKAY STOP IT!" You laughed, pushing him off you and flipping him off. All the while you had a huge smile on your face that you didn't even try to hide. Sebastian was grinning from ear to ear too, so lucky to have you.

"Did you just flip me off?" He asked, bringing you back into his lap and tickling your sides.

"N-NO!" You giggled uncontrollably, not even trying to fight back this time.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N." Sebastian teased. He used his scruff to scrape back and forth along the outline of your neck, making you squeal louder.

"S-SEB!" You shouted.

"You're finally talking to me, but you're lying! How dare you!" Sebastian joked as he wrapped his arms all the way around your torso and continued to tickle your sides. "I'm just gonna keep tickling you until you admit that you lied about flipping me off just now!" He added. Your head leaned back against his shoulder as you attempted to push your arms out of the tickle trap, but to no avail. You just screamed with laughter.

"OHOKAY S-SEB P-PLEASE S-STOP! I L-LIED T-TO Y-YOU!" You gave in after a few more moments of realizing that you were never going to escape the hold he had on you. Sebastian let out a fake gasp.

"YOU LIED TO ME?!" He asked playfully, blowing an expected, but very ticklish raspberry on your neck before descending into chaos on your ribs again, making your laughter go silent. Sebastian laughed at your sudden change of giggles.

"Awww what's the matter? I gotcha good, didn't I? Didn't I?" Sebastian teased, making your face go red. "I got you all ticklish, darling!" He added, causing another cute squeal to leave your lips. "My ticklish girl."

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TickleTober Day 21-New Discovery

Sebastian liked to chew gum and make a bubble with it, but he hated when you broke his bubble, making his face smeared with gum. You always giggled uncontrollably when this happened, until one day Sebastian found a new discovery.

The two of you were lying on the floor of his apartment living room, staring at the ceiling and asking each other deep questions. During a moment of silence, Sebastian blew a bubble with his gum, which you saw out of the corner of your eye. You turned your head and popped his bubble, giggling as soon as the material spread across his mouth and nose. But then he gave you a look that made you realize you were in deep shit.

He got up off the floor and wiped the gum off his mouth, then returned back to where you were still laying down on the floor. He straddled your waist and pinned your arms down with his knees, giving you a playfully evil stare.

"You know, babe... I really hate it when you do that. And recently I've been thinking... Maybe you need to be punished for what you've done." He said. Your eyes widened.

"Wait babe no!" You pleaded.

"Ohhh there's no way out of this, my sweet love. In fact, I think I'm going to... Tickle you... One minute for every time you've popped my gum."

"Please tell me you haven't been keeping track of how many times I've popped your gum." You said nervously.

"Oh... But I have." Sebastian got out his phone and set a timer for five minutes (without you knowing). "You'll just have to see how long I'm going to tickle you for."

"BAAABE!" You whined.

"BAAABE!" He whined back. Without waiting for another response, his fingers lifted your shirt and tickled your belly, making you squeal with laughter.

"Awww I didn't know you were this ticklish!" Sebastian teased. "I'm going to looove this!" His fingers teased every inch of skin on your belly, playing with your sides and swirling around your belly button. You were already laughing so hard that you needed to wipe away mirthful tears.

"What about here?" Sebastian asked, moving up to tickle your ribs. "I bet it would be fun to count these!"

"NOHOHO!" You laughed, but it was too late. Sebastian began squeezing all of your ribs, starting from the bottom and working his way up. Belly laughter erupted from your lips as soon as he hit your upper ribs.

"Awww is this a sweet spot?" Sebastian teased, gently rubbing his knuckles around that area for a few seconds. Your laughter went silent. "Oh yeah... Definitely a sweet spot."

Sebastian reached behind himself to squeeze the muscle above your knees. You jerked in surprise, not expecting him to reach for that spot next. He gave your knees a few good squeezes before reaching under and tickling the soft skin there.

"B-BABY P-PLEASE!" You begged.

"Not quite done yet, love." Sebastian teased, reaching up to tickle right underneath your jawline. The cutest giggles came out of your mouth as you twisted your head from side to side.

"Awww such a ticklish girl. I'm definitely going to use this tactic more often!" Sebastian taunted, leaning down to blow a raspberry in the crook of your neck, making you squeak. He blew another raspberry on the other side of your neck, shaking his head to add his scruff to the tickles.

"BABYYY!" You whined, tears of mirth streaming down your face from all the laughing. Sebastian looked at his timer. He only had one minute left. Might as well make it count. Sebastian gave you an evil look before torturing your body for that final minute. He scraped his beard up and down your neck while his fingers tickled your V-Line-a deadly combination for you. Your laughter went from silent to big bursts of giggles during that last minute, making Sebastian fall more in love with you.

When the minute was up, Sebastian got off your body and pulled you on top of his, snuggling you into his chest.

"You gonna pop my gum anymore?" Sebastian questioned. He felt you shake your head against his chest. "Good girl." He said as he kissed the top of your head. He rubbed your back to help your breathing even out, and soon the two of you were both asleep on his floor.

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TickleTober Day 12-Bites/Nibbles

Even though your boyfriend, Steve was trying to be passionate, for some reason his playful bites that he was placing on your neck left you in a fit of giggles.

"What?" He asked, as if he didn't know what was causing those adorable giggles.

"Y-You know w-what..." You replied, still giggling. You were too flustered to say.

"Nooo I don't think so..." Steve teased as he nibbled at the soft skin right below your jaw. You squirmed even more as the two of you laid in bed together, hoping to escape his tickles. "Where do you think you're going, princess?" Steve growled as he tucked you deeper into his chest. He began to nibble on your collarbone, causing you to shriek at the unexpected sensation. He chuckled against your skin, loving your reactions.

"I wonder what would happen if I moved down..." Steve wondered playfully, causing your eyes to go wide in a state of panic. You shook your head.

"S-STEVE N-NO!" You begged, hoping he wasn't headed where you thought he'd go. But it was too late.

Steve pinned your arms out to the side as his head traveled towards your torso. You twisted back and forth while Steve looked at you with an evil glance. He kept looking at you while he lifted your shirt up with his teeth, then took a moment to admire your cute belly and ribcage.

"S-Steve p-please..." You whined, but of course, he was not going to listen to you in the position that you were already in. He just chuckled before descending madness on your ribcage. He made sure he nibbled on all twenty-four of your ribs, while you laughed uncontrollably. On top of that, Steve made "nomming" noises to make you even more flustered.

Once he was done with your ribs, he playfully bit your sides, causing you to shriek with giggles. His mouth traveled up and down your flanks, showing no mercy.

"S-STEEEVE!" You pleaded, tears of mirth now streaming down your face.

"I'm not done yet, sweetheart." He teased. You realized the worst what yet to come.

Your hipbones.

Steve knew this was a bad spot for you too, and loved to exploit your ticklishness. So when you felt his nibbles and playful bites on that spot, you went crazy. You tried to bring your knees up to protect yourself, but Steve was too strong. All you could do was lay there and take the torture. Laughter rang out from the bedroom as Steve tickled you silly. You could feel him chuckle against your skin, a feeling that gave you a whole new set of goosebumps. You loved this fun side of him, even though sometimes he tickled you until you couldn't take it anymore.

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Thor Ragnarok | Its my birthday

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY 🎂 🥳 ♍️

#virgo season #virgo #virgo moon #birthday #Youtube

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I love no shave November! It’s a personal favorite and hits close to home but could I request what happens in December or when he has to shave how do the tickles change.

My bf ends up nibbling. Almost just as bad the beard. But like the story secretly (probably not so secretly) I love it. 💕 🥰 💕

Ahhh thank you so much!

By the time the end of the month rolled around, and Sebastian had fully grown out his beard, you secretly didn't want him to shave it.

"Do you have to shave?" You asked him one morning, running your fingers through his soft hair. His eyebrows raised and a suspicious look came over his face.

"Why? Do you like when I do this?" He asked, making you endure another playful kiss attack. You shrieked and giggled, hoping that you not giving him an answer was enough to convince him.

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Now that November was over, Sebastian not only had to shave his beard for that, but for a new upcoming role. His producer told him he could not have any facial hair while they were filming. As much as you loved his smooth-shaven face, you'd come to love his beard too (and not just for the tickles).

But that didn't stop Sebastian from giving you all the tickles you deserved.

You were sitting on the couch watching Primal Fear when Sebastian walked in the door from a day of filming.

"Hi love!" He greeted you as he walked over to the couch. He stood behind it, leaning over the back to see you.

"Hi baby!" You leaned your head back to look at his gorgeous eyes. "How was filming?"

"It went well!" He replied, moving his hands down to massage your shoulders. You turned around to face your boyfriend, kneeling on the cushions so your face could meet his. You leaned over to kiss his nose, then he flipped himself over the back of the couch, tackling you. You shrieked with surprise as he attacked you with kisses and tickles.

"H-HEY!" You giggled. "G-GET OFF!"

"No can do, princess. I missed my girl." Sebastian claimed, nibbling at the soft skin right under your jaw.

“N-Not that spot. D-Don’t t-tickle m-me there”. You pleaded, attempting to push his body away from yours.

"Oh, is this an extremely ticklish spot?" He teased, moving back to tickle you there.

"NOHOHO!" You denied, but that wasn't making much of a difference.

"You definitely want me to keep going..." Sebastian whispered, now digging his thumbs into the bottom of your ribs. Belly laughter erupted from your lips and you were pretty sure you just blew both of Sebastian's ear drums by how loud you screeched.

"You better stop pushing me!" Sebastian chuckled.

“Make me!” You challenged. He looked up at you with utter surprise on his face.

"Oh, my sweet girl, you're just begging to be wrecked!" He teased, now moving down to nibble at your ribs and abdomen. He pinned your wrists to your side so he could have full access to your ticklish skin. He made sure to hit each of your ribs on both sides while blowing merciless raspberries along your skin. At some points throughout your one-sided tickle fight, you were even laughing out loud anymore because all the tiny little tickly sensations made you fall into silent laughter.

"You just love this, don't you?" Sebastian teased.

"NOHOHO!" You shouted, twisting and turning your abdomen.

"Yes you do..." Sebastian replied, moving down to nibble on your hipbones. You shrieked and bucked your hip wildly at the new sensation.

"BAABYY!" You whined.

"What, love? What's the matter, huh?" He teased, fully knowing what he was doing.

"STOHOHOP IHIHIHIT!" You pleaded.

"Why would I stop when you're sooo enjoying this? You're interrupting my time to nibble on your ticklish bones." He went back to your hips, only making the volume of your laughter get ten times louder.

There wasn't really much more you could do than to just let him have his fun with you.

But really, who were you to complain?

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Hi💕 I miss seeing you and Jess @toadallytickles on Tumblr. I know life gets in the way sometimes, but it's not the same without you guys 😥

Aw! That’s sweet 😊

We are still around! Just haven’t made much new content lately. Though a friend captured this great picture of us the other day 🥰

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Things Lees say VS what they actually mean

-“I’m not ticklish” = Ticklish/asking to be tickled

-“Not that spot/don’t tickle me there”= Extremely ticklish spot

-“noOhOho” = Keep going

-“Cursing in a sentence” = Tough love

-“Make me” = BEGGING to be wrecked

-“Please” = Whatever your doing don’t stop

-“Any inaudible sound” = Give me tickles immediately

- ^Trying to escape^ = I’m now turning this into a game so chase me

-“Do something about it” = Pissing you off so I get wrecked

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I feel attacked by this 🫠🙈

A kinda crazy concept, but it makes sense right?

Your ticklish tummy in exchange for some tickly nibbles and kisses. After all, those are the best kind right?~🤭😌