can you imagine bucky trying to tickle steve post caatw because he’s used to being the big one but all of a sudden steve is pinning him down and tickling him to the inch of his life
why are there literally no stucky tickle fics? all the ones i’m seeing are written with multiple other characters lee/ler reader (i’m not hating, i just don’t enjoy those)
let my silly traumatized gay old men have tickle fights and comfort tickles and remember the others tickle spot after a literal century apart
“Why do you always do that?” Bucky asked, removing his hands from a giggly, red-faced Steve.
“Do whahahat?” Steve responded after a few moments of catching his breath.
“Try to annoy me even though you know exactly what’s coming?”
Steve’s heart jumped in his throat. The last thing he wanted was for Bucky to find out his little secret. He would never hear the end of it, and Bucky may not ever tickle him again.
He shrugged it off with a laugh and a small shake of his head.
“Come on, talk to me.” Bucky sat upright, crossing his legs and looking eagerly at Steve.
“And what if I don’t?” Steve gave a cheeky grin, preparing himself for another thorough wrecking. If there was one thing Bucky was good at, it was torturing his best friend.
“See, that’s what I mean.” Bucky tilted his head to one side. “You act like a little shit,”
Steve gave him a lopsided bright smile.
“I tickle the crap outta you, you eventually beg me to stop-”
“I do not beg.” Steve’s face reddened, a stubborn pout spreading across his lips.
Bucky gave a chuckle before continuing, “fine. You ask me to stop-”
“Yeah cause it sucks!”
“But then you do it all over again!”
“Cause it’s fun messing with you.” Steve laughed, giving Bucky a playful shove. “But then you do and do... that... And it’s cruel!”
Bucky chuckled softly. “Alright, alright. From this moment forward, I promise not to ti-”
Steve had zoned out at this point. This was the exact opposite of what he wanted to happen. Some of his favourite memories with Bucky involved... the things... And he didn’t want to give it up now! But he couldn’t tell Bucky that he actually... liked them. Could he?
“Like you could keep your hands off me.” Steve smirked with a wink, trying to play it cool.
“I reckon I could.” Bucky smirked back, simply remaining still until Steve’s smirk faded.
The two sat in silence for a while, Steve tossing and turning in his mind whether or not to come clean to his best friend, or live out a tickle-less existence for the rest of his days.
“Uh...” Steve’s face blushed suddenly, and he ducked his chin down out of Bucky’s view.
“What?” Bucky chuckled, tilting his head forwards in encouragement.
“Um...” Steve stuttered. “Uh... hah...”
Bucky laughed. “Come on man, just say it.”
Steve paused a moment.
“You can do it...”
Bucky’s face gave Steve a puzzled look.
“Do what?”
A half-scoff, half-nervous-laugh spilt out of Steve’s mouth. “Do the... the things...”
“What things?”
Steve gave an exasperated sigh. “The... the things you do when I’m a little shit.”
“Nope, not getting it.” Bucky grinned, slowly shifting his position closer to Steve.
The poor blond continued, stuttering out an answer which never mentioned the word ‘tickle’.
At this point, Bucky knew exactly what Steve was talking about. But he was having way too much fun with his friend, so there was no way he was going to let Steve know until he just straight up said it.
Or until Bucky got close enough to pounce.
“When you poke me and stuff...” Steve gave a soft laugh, embarrassed out of his mind.
Way too embarrassed to see Bucky’s nimble fingers inching ever closer to his sides.
“When I poke you? What sort of poking?” Bucky continued, the smirk ever growing in his voice.
“The ti-AH!” Steve squealed, tumbling backwards onto the bed the pair were sitting on. Bucky clambered on top of the man, pinning him down with ease.
“The what?” Bucky asked innocently, gently pushing Steve’s t-shirt up to reveal the squirming tummy beneath him.
“Thehehehe-” Steve giggled in anticipation. “Thehehe tihihingly thihihings.”
“Tingly? I don’t quite know what you mean...” Bucky sighed disappointedly, beginning to gently trail his fingers over Steve’s (non-existent) abs.
“Lihihike thahahat.” Steve squeaked as Bucky reached a particularly ticklish spot.
“Like this?” The man teased, spidering his way over ribs and flesh alike. “Is this what you wanted this whole time?”
“Kiihihinda.” The now bright red man twisted his head to the side, avoiding eye contact at all costs.
Bucky smirked down at his friend. Oh how fun it was to reduce him to a giggly blushy mess at his fingertips. He had to admit, the power was going to his head slightly, but it was hilarious teasing Steve like this.
“What do you mean kinda?” Bucky asked, settling his fingertips down at Steve’s hips. “What else can I do ya for?”
The almost prickly sensation from Bucky’s motionless, threatening fingertips was enough to send Steve into a giggle fit. The teasing definitely wasn’t helping either.
“Come on Stevie! You gotta tell me. What else do you want?”
It took him a hot minute, and many many giggles, but eventually he gave an answer. A single worded answer.
“... more...”
Bucky’s eyes widened, a grin spread across his face. “More?”
Steve’s eyes scrunched shut and he laughed in embarrassment. “Yes more!”
“Alright!” Bucky smiled widely. “You ready?”
At the sight of Bucky’s wriggling fingers looming threateningly above him, Steve burst into nervous giggling.
“Nononono wahahait!” He squealed, squirming in Bucky’s grasp.
“Wait?” Bucky asked in mock-disappointment, fingers still wriggling menacingly.
“Nononono.” Steve giggled. “Juhuhust dohohon’t!”
“Don’t what?”
“Cuhuhut it ohohohout!”
“Cut what out?” Bucky said innocently, hands still raised and ready to strike.
“Juhuhust dohohoho it!” Steve laughed, eyes scrunched shut preparing himself for the onslaught.
But nothing came.
He opened his eyes just a crack, before slamming them closed again and erupting into nervous giggles once more.
“Buhuhuhucky!” He moaned in frustration, the annoyance in his voice overshadowed by the high pitched laughter threatening to spill out of his mouth.
“Wha~at?” Bucky mocked in a sing-song tone.
“Juhuhust go already!”
“Fine.” Bucky smirked to himself.
“Ten. Nine. Eigh-”
“NOHOHO BUHUHUCK!” Steve burst into laughter. “THAHAHAT MAHAKES IT WOHOHORSE!”
“Seven. Six.”
“NOHOHO WAHAHAIT WAITWAITWAIT!”
“Five. Four.”
Bucky’s fingers began to slowly descend towards the giggling man’s body, and his laughter only increased in volume and desperation.
“Threeeeee...”
“BUHUCK!”
“Twoooooo...”
Steve was about to complain in panic one final time before-
“ONE ZERO!”
Bucky’s fingers dug into Steve’s tummy, sending the man into hysterics. The anticipation of both the countdown and wriggling fingers had only heightened his ticklish reactions, making things both 10 times worse and 10 times better for the poor ticklish soul.
“BUHUHUHUCK!” Steve screamed, thrashing under the man’s grip.
“Ste-he-he-ve!” Bucky mocked, clawing into his best friend’s ribs and spidering across his chest. “What’s wrong?”
“IHIHIT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAD!”
“What’s bad?” Bucky stopped, pretending to be hurt by his friend’s words. “I’m bad?”
“Nonononohoho.” Steve laughed from the ghostly tickles still ricocheting across his skin. “I juhust meant ihiht... ihit...”
“It what?” Bucky tried to hide a grin.
“It feels... a lot.” Steve blushed a crimson red.
“It feels a lot?” Bucky laughed. “You’ve always had such a way with words.”
“Yohohou know what I mehehean!” Steve turned his head to the side to hide his red cheeks.
“Ah ah ah don’t go hiding that smile of yours!” Bucky forced his head back to face him. “And no I don’t know what you mean?”
“It feheheels weheheird...” Steve mumbled.
“Weird? In what way.”
“Jehesus Buck I cahahan’t.” Steve shook his head giggling.
“Can’t what?” Bucky smirked, knowing exactly what it was Steve couldn’t do, or rather, what Steve couldn’t say.
“I can’t sahahay that word.”
“What word?” Bucky asked, brandishing his fingers like weapons of mass destruction (and let’s face it, to Steve that’s exactly what they are).
“The... The t word...” Steve whispered, mouth breaking out into a smile.
“The t-” Bucky grinned. “Oh, tickle?”
Steve broke into giggles, eyes screwed shut and shaking his head as if to rid it of the sound of that word.
“You can’t say tickle, Steve?”
“Shuhut it Buhuhuck.”
“Why can’t you say tickle? It’s easy.” Bucky’s grin only grew wider, and his sing-song voice returned. “Tickle Tickle Tickle Ti-”
“BUHUHUHUCKY!” Steve shrieked. “Dohohon’t”
“What? It’s just a word Steve!”
“You knohow it’s nohohot.”
“Now you try! Tickle Tic-.”
“BUHUHUCK!”
“You gotta say it Steve!” Bucky teased, wriggling his fingers again. “Or no more tickly tickly tickles!”
“I cahahan’t!”
“Come onnnn!”
“I Cahahan’t!!”
Bucky sighed. “Alright then...” He promptly released Steve’s arms and started to get off him, when-
“FINE!”
Bucky turned with an absolute shit-eating look on his face.
“Fine?” He smirked. “Fine what?”
Steve took a deep breath.
“Tic-” Steve attempted before bursting into giggles.
“That was half...” Bucky grinned. “Try again. T i c k l e.”
“Ti- BUHUHUCK!”
“How about we leave saying the word to me, hmm?” Bucky asked, before pouncing back onto Steve and digging his fingers into the blond’s armpits.
Steve shrieked before descending into manic laughter... again.
“Tickle tickle Stevie!” Bucky laughed, wriggling his nails into the gaps in the ticklish man’s ribs. “Actually, while we’re here, let’s see just how many ribs you’ve got.”
“NO NO NO WAIT BUHUHUCK!”
“Ooonnnnnne!” Bucky counted, torturously jabbing his pointer finger against Steve’s lowest left rib.
“NYEHEHE BUHUHUCKY!”
“Twooooooo...” Bucky’s finger moved up a rib.
“BUHUHUCK NAHAHAHA!”
“Threeeeeee...” He continued the climb.
“Foouuuuur!”
“BUHUHUHUCK!” Steve thrashed to the left, apparently that was a particularly sensitive spot.
“Oh damnit Steve...” Bucky tutted. “You’ve made me lose count. I guess we’ll have to start again-”
“FOUR! YOU WERE ON FOHOHOUR!” Steve groan-giggled as Bucky began the agonising ascent for the second time.
Steve remained as still as humanly possible this time to allow Bucky to climb his ribs more and more. This became increasingly harder as he got closer and closer to his armpits. Thankfully Bucky was almost finished the second side when he hit a particularly ticklish zone just under his armpit. Steve was able to stop himself from flipping halfway across the room, but he burst out with enthusiastic and eardrum-bursting laughter.
“Oh Stevie...” Bucky stopped abruptly.
“No. No Buhuck!”
“You laughed so loud I forgot where I was!”
“NOHOHOHO!”
And Steve was subjected to Bucky’s horrific rib counting for the third time that day.
Finally, after a lot of bottled up laughter and self-restricted movement, Steve managed to survive his ordeal. The poor man was gasping for air, but smiling all the while.
“Nicely done.” Bucky complimented his half-exhausted friend. “Now let’s check they’re all in the right place!”
“NONONONO!” Steve begged before squealing as Bucky scribbled his fingertips all over his ribs at an almost inhuman pace. Each and every inch of Steve’s ticklish chest was skittered and spidered over to ensure Bucky got to hear as much of Steve’s laughter as possible.
Finally the brunet had mercy on the poor man’s body (and lungs), and retracted his hands to give Steve a breather.
“You want to stop now bud?” Bucky chuckled, ruffling Steve’s hair.
A blush rose to the ticklish man’s face and he tilted his head down to break eye contact with Bucky.
That didn’t mean he couldn’t hear him though.
Bucky let out a bark of laughter. “Oh hoh! Don’t want it to stop huh? Does Steve love the tickly tickles too much?”
“Shuhuhut up Buhuhucky!” Steve groaned, pulling against Bucky’s hands to try and hide his ever-growing blush, but to no avail.
“Awwwww Stevie loves the tickly tickly tickles!”
“Buhuhuhuck!” Steve giggled, hiding half his face under his arm.
“Well let’s get back to it then!” Bucky laughed, grabbing onto Steve’s hips and squeezing rapidly.
“NAAhahaha bUHUHUhuhuckYHYHY!” Steve let out a bark of laughter with every squeeze, hips bucking off the bed every time.
“What, has someone got ticklish hips? Hmm?” Bucky chuckled. “Has Steve got ticklish hips?”
“SHUHUHUT IHIHIT!” The teasing from his best friend was making it so much worse, and Steve’s lungs were beginning to fail.
When the manic laughing became desperate wheezing, Bucky turned his squeezes to gentle spiders on the hipbones themselves.
“You need a break pal?” Bucky grinned at the gasping man, who promptly nodded.
Bucky got off his friend’s thighs, sitting down next to his feet and facing the still giggly blond.
“You’re an ahahahass.” Steve smiled, shuffling his body upwards slightly and rubbing his face to get rid of the grin permanently plastered on his cheeks.
“Oh you love it.” Bucky chuckled, giving Steve a gentle pat on his legs.
The two sat for a while as Steve caught his breath. Bucky smiling at Steve, and Steve avoiding Bucky’s eyeline at all costs.
Eventually, Steve’s lungs were functioning again. And you know what that means.
“I hahahate you.” Steve burst into giggles, thinking about what he had just endured and giving Bucky a playful kick. “You’re a jerk.”
Bucky, obviously ‘picking up what Steve was putting down’ (if you know what i mean ;D), gave him a threatening smirk.
“Oh you want to go again huh?”
Steve simply blushed, sliding down on the bed.
“Damn you really do like this huh.” Bucky laughed, clambering onto Steve’s thighs, but this time facing his feet rather than his tummy.
“No no no Buhuhucky dohohon’t!” Steve began giggling, grabbing Bucky into a backwards hug to ‘stop him’ from tickling his feet.
“Aw Steve! I didn’t realise how cuddly you got when I tickle you!” Bucky winked, before squeezing just above the man’s knees.
“NOHOHOHO BUHUHUCK!” Steve screeched, thumping against his friend’s back.
“You could fight back if you wanted to you know...” Bucky teased. “Oh wait, I forgot. You don’t want to do you.”
“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” Steve laughed, collapsing back onto the bed in defeat.
Speaking of de-feat, Bucky decided it was time to move to one of Steve’s worst (or Best) spots.
All it took was a few fingers sliding down Steve’s soles to make him burst into high pitched, barking laughter. Bucky’s fingernails were just sharp enough to get that perfect pressure which sent tickly shocks down Steve’s legs, and shit really hit the fan when Bucky gently scratched just under Steve’s toes.
“NAHAHAHA BUHUHUCK!” Steve squealed, thrashing around on the mattress, toes curling and uncurling uncontrollably.
“Oh, Steve likes Toe Time, huh?” Bucky chuckled at the teasy name he had come up with, and with Steve’s ‘NOHOHO’ of laughter, he could tell he agreed.
After a thorough wrecking of Steve’s feet, Bucky decided to focus his efforts on that little kill spot under Steve’s toes.
And kill it did.
“OKOKOK BUHUHUHUCK!” Steve begged. “STAHAHAHAP!”
With that one word, Bucky immediately released Steve from his tickly clutches.
“Damn.” Bucky laughed. “I really got ya, huh.”
Steve, completely out of breath, simply nodded. That bright smile still exploding over his face.
“What, are you broken now?” He continued, smirking at the poor kid.
Again, all Steve could do was nod.
With a gentle sigh, Bucky crawled up next to his best friend and wrapped an arm around him affectionately.
Steve, completely tuckered (or should I say, tickled) out, snuggled into his friend’s chest. A smile on his cheeks and giggles still peppering his breathing.
Still feeling in a playful mood, Bucky began gently trailing his fingers over Steve’s sides and arms. And based on the growth in Steve’s smile, he didn’t seem to mind.
The two lay there for a few minutes, simply enjoying each others company (and the relaxing, gentle tickles Bucky was giving Steve). The cool air and warm blankets gave them the perfect atmosphere to just get comfy and maybe even have a quick sleep.
But someone had other plans.
“Hey Bucky...?” Steve mumbled, a giggly grin spreading across his face.
Steve didn’t have to ask twice, and his laughter echoed throughout the house once more.
