Any ideas on all out tickle fight between Sam Steve and Bucky?
Oke so I'm gonna try something different here, head cannons. These ideas are free for anyone to use. If you will write with these ideas please tag me i would love to read them 😃
It would start of with occasionally a jab to the side, or spidering over the back of someone's neck.
Bucky and Sam would be having there discussion about stupid things like 'waffels are better then pancakes'.
Steve would be reading in the corner eventually having enough of there bickering.
He would sneak up on both of them and absolutely destroy them at the same time.
Unfortunately for Steve, bucky still hat great memory of how ticklish Steve was.
They would verbally tease him into oblivion while wrecking with his worst spots.
And that would go on and on through out the whole day.
I was planning on writing a way longer fic but my inspiration is really low right now and I'm really busy with my personal life.
Summary: Alan and Edgar are training Sam for future vampire fights, but he didn’t know endureance would be such a hard test to pass.
Lee: Sam
Lers: Alan and Edgar
“Are you sure this is necessary? I mean, when would this actually happen?!”
Sam was currently laying on the floor. His two friends Edgar and Alan had him pinned down for “endurance training”
Edgar was sitting on Sam’s waist with Alan on his arms.
“Oh of course this is necessary.” Edgar began.
“You think a vampire is going to tickle me to death?”
“It’s happened before, man. And they’re very skilled in the art of tickling. So we’ve taken it upon ourselves to make sure you don’t fall victim to their attack.” Alan finished.
“Shit- *sigh Okay! Fine. Just get it over with.”
Sam shut his eyes and waited for the tickles but nothing came.
“Not so fast mister eager, we need to know where you’re most ticklish.” Edgar poked Sam side executing a small giggle.
“Noho way I’m not telling you that!”
“Fine. I guess we’ll have to find it ourselves.”
“Wait what?”
Alan started to lower fingers towards Sam’s underarms. Wiggling them teasingly.
“Nohoho!” Sam couldn’t stand air tickles. Micheal used them against him all the time.
“Ready, Alan?” Edgar smirked.
“Ready.”
They launched their attached.
Edgar started poking and squeezing all around Sam’s stomach while Alan scribbled his fingers in his underarms.
“Nohohohoho! Guhuhuhuys!” Sam squealed and kicked his legs.
“Geez, I knew you were tickish but not this ticklish. You better hope the vampires never find out.” Edgar smirked.
“Ihihihim nohohohot!” Sam giggled and jerked when Alan fluttered his fingers are Sam’s neck and ears.
Edgar reached back, remembering his knees were a really good spot.
Sam arched his back and let out loads of belly laughter as that oh so ticklish spot right above his kneecap was squeezed.
“EDGAHAHAHAHA NOHOHAHA!”
“Oh yeah. I forgot your lower body is more ticklish. Alan, get his feet.”
Before Sam could protest, Alan quickly ran and sat on Sam’s ankles. Taking off each shoe one at time before spidering his fingers all over Sam’s socked soles.
It’d be an understatement to say Sam went berserk.
“OKAHAHAY OKAHAHAY IHIHIHI GIHIHIVE!”
“You can’t give up, then they’d turn you into a vampire or eat you. Just five more minutes.” Alan chuckled and attacked the balls of feet.
“Oh I think he can last ten.” Edgar laughed.
“NAHAHAHA IHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T!”
Edgar and Alan finally let up after a few more seconds of torture, not wanting to actually kill their friend.
Sam was left a giggling ball on the floor. His two friends staring down at him smiling before helping him up.
“You guhuys are mean.” Sam giggled.
“Oh trust me, the vampires are much worse than us two combined.” Edgar stated.
“Oh really? And how would you know that, Edgar? Did the vampires get you at one point?” Sam chuckled and poked Edgar’s side.
“Hehey! Don’t. And n-no they didn’t.” Edgar blushed.
“Hey, Alan, don’t you think Edgar could use some more training?” Sam and Alan looked at each other then at Edgar and smirked.
“Guys- just wait a second.”
“Get him!” Sam yelled.
The two pounced and the room was once again filled with laughter.
“Is this really necessary,” Sam asked as he was currently getting pretty much a pat down. “You need to look somewhat presentable Samwich,” Gabriel stated without tearing his eyes from the younger Winchester. Stepping back to admire his work he tilted his head. “Look up,” Sam did so with irritance. Gabriel stepped back onto his step stool before playing with the moose’s majestic mane. “Gabe it’s just a party,” Sam groaned as his hair was fluffed for the third time. “And you forgot who your date it,” Gabe said giving the male a wink. “Yes my fake date for a party we’re only going to for intel while Dean,” Sam started to grumble off. Gabriel presented a rather cocky face while sitting back and taking a swig from his wine glass. “While Dean’s… interrogating Castiel,” Sam shot him a look of disgust. “You can’t just…. Say that like that about your brother dude,” Gabe shrugged. “Why? He’s a grown man, he has needs too,” Sam shook his head. “Okay whatever, can we stop talking about this,” Sam asked running his hand through his hair.
“Aw come on Sam, I just fixed that,” Gabe whined putting the glass down and walking back over to the taller man. “Gabe it’s fine, we need to go, alright,” Sam asked reaching the end of his limit. “In a minute,” he mumbled fixing the black blazer once more. However this time he pushed a little to light. Sam jumped and quickly covered his mouth. Gabe stood back with a smirk playing at his lips. “Oh? What do we have here? Is Sammy ticklish,” the angel teased. “Don’t, we need to go,” Gabe picked up his glass again. “If you say so,” he said indicating to the door. “Your driving,” with that he finished his drink and tossed the cup into the sink. “Let’s go,” he said walking passed the taller male, swatting his butt. Sam jumped and let out a sound of annoyance before following.
The party had gone well, Sam had collected his information and left it over voice mail to Dean. Good thing too as he had let Gabriel talk him into having a bit to drink. A bit turned into enough to make him not drunk but giddy. However the angel had a bit more than the average drunk, though it had no true affect on him, he did enjoy the buzz of being drunk. Letting a bit of the feeling take him over he found himself enjoying the night a lot more than he anticipated. However things may have gotten a little um.… well…. Unprofessional. Sam had opened the door finally after three attempts, Gabriel wrapped around his body. The two were kissing passionately while Sam stumbled into the motel room. Sam felt around for the door before one of Gabriel’s crossed legs kicked the back of it slamming it closed. Landing on the bed with a thunk Gabe retracted his legs and leaned back to break the kiss. He wished he had a camera to record Sam’s reaction. His hair was messy, his clothes were pretty wrinkled and off center, and the pout on his face was adorable. “Why’d you stop,” he asked still hovering above the other.
“Cause fun times over Sammy, time to sober up,” Gabe said patting him lightly on the cheek before rolling over to get off the bed. “Wel… does it have to be,” with his back still to Sam Gabriel smirked. “Well I mean, that’s up to you,” he never knew Sam liked guys. Dean, yes he knew, most people did. But Sam? Nothing he really saw indicated any kind of bi or pan sexuality. “Well you’ve got me this far,” Sam said spreading his arms in a t-like indication pose. “What messy hair? Messed up clothing articles? Not really exciting Sammy,” Gabe smirked. “Oh yeah, cause it wasn’t your plan to get me wasted,” Sam said sitting down on the foot of the bed. “Your not wasted though, you still have a legal amount of alcohol in your system that would let you drive,” he walked over to the bed. “I think you may be playing it up a little,” he put his knee on the bed and gently took Sam’s tie into his hand. Sam had a slight blush on his face. “So what if I am,” he asked looking at Gabe’s lips. Gabriel leaned into his ear. “Than your still not getting anywhere Sammy boy,” he laughed pulling back at the look of frustration and annoyance on the other male’s face.
“Teasing? Really,” Sam asked crossing his arms. “Kissing is as far as I can legally go with you, as you are under the influence. By law if we went any further it wouldn’t be legal anymore,” he gave a wink. Sam groaned. “Well I’m not gonna be able to work tonight, and Dean’s gonna be gone for a while,” he opened his arms again. “So now what,” he asked. Sucking a lollipop he popped out of thin air he gazed over Sam. “Why don’t you get out of your monkey suit and we’ll see,” he mused walking into the bathroom. When he walked back out he caught the younger Winchester pulling a thin gray t-shirt over his head. The thin pants on kind of of matched… well went with the outfit. Gabe had decided it may be humorous to hang around the Winchesters’ longer, so that meant a sleepover. Wearing a basic t-shirt and boxer briefs he sat down on the queen sized bed.
“So,” he said laying back against the pillows with his arms behind his head. “So,” Sam inquiered. “You decide on what to do,” the older angelic brother asked. “Not really,” Sam said sitting on the foot of the bed. An idea popped into the older’s head. “I think I know,” he said snapping his fingers. Sam found himself on his back with the shorter male straddling his waist. “I thought you said this was illegal,” Sam commented. Gabriel secured his balance on the other’s waist before smirking. “No, I said having intercourse while drunk was illegal. This isn’t,” Sam looked at him puzzled. “Then what is this, exactly,” the younger Winchester asked. Gabriel lowered himself to Sam’s ear, “Tickle time.” Sam’s eyes widened, before he could react Gabriel started poking and prodding at his underarms earning high pitched squeals and screams. Sam grabbed his wrists in an attempt to stop him. After a few more tickles Sam managed to stop the older angel…. However Gabriel wasn’t done yet. Sam suddenly felt something soft rub against his neck. Snorting he scrunched his head into his shoulders. The sensation didn’t lessen, rather it spread to behind his ears. “ Hahaha! Stop it,” he giggled shaking his head back and forth as the sensation mirrored on his other side.
”Why are you laughing Sam,” Gabriel asked bringing his head closer to the moose’s face. “Yhouhohor tickling meheheheh,” he tried to hide his face more when the sensation spread under his chin. “How am I tickling you if your holding my hands,” Gabriel smirked. “Dhohohn’t,” Sam practically squealed. It felt like dozens of tiny spiders were crawling across his stomach. “Don’t what? You Winchesters’ are so odd,” Sam actually pulled Gabriel onto him now screaming in laughter as the feeling spread up to his chest. “Ghahahabe sthohohp,” it felt like feathers were swirling around the spider’s movements. “Why would I stop? I just started,” he leaned forward and started blowing raspberries on the taller’s neck. “YHOHOHU ADHAHAHMIT IT,” he practically screamed. Gabriel pulled back slowing his grace’s pace. Shrugging he smirked. “Eh, yeah,” he practically purred leaning back in and blowing raspberries on Sam’s neck. “PLEHEHEASE STHAHAHP,” Sam was starting to break. Huffing Gabriel slowed the pace and pressure leaving the moose of a man in giggles. That sounded a lot better to him. However he wasn’t anticipating Sam’s hands to find his sides and squeeze. Jumping his grace ceased it’s attack.
Sam panted, a look of evil on his face. “Guess I’m not the only ticklish one,” he brought his hands back to Gabriel’s sides earning a few giggles. “Ehehehahaha! Sthhap it Sam,” he swatted at the other’s hands. If he really wanted to he could stop the younger Winchester but at the moment he was enjoying the bonding. “Oh what was that you said? ‘I just started, I’m not gonna stop’,” Gabriel leaned backwards, Sam following. He moved his hands down to vibrate on the older angel’s stomach. “Ahahahaha! Shahahaham, I’m wharning you,” he threatened playfully. Well it didn’t come out playful but to him it was all in good fun. Sam laughed before moving up to his ribs. However due to being intoxicated he couldn’t tell how much pressure he was putting into his action. It kind of hurt. With a snap of his finger’s Sam found himself sitting against the headboard, a smirk still on his face as Gabriel panted. “Well...that was uncalled for,” Sam rolled his eyes. “And so was tickling me,” he added crawling down to the smaller man.
“Hey Sammy I forgo…..oh,” Dean had barged into the room. Didn’t we lock the door? Gabriel thought. “Am I interrupting something,” he asked studying the two. Pajamas, red faces, messy hair, panting, the scent of alcohol in the room. “Uh D-Dean,” Sam sat up a bit. He was clearly embarrassed. “W-What, what are you doing here? I thought you and Cas were,” Gabriel cut him off. “Thought you and my little bro were getting to um…. really get some information out of each other,” he said with a smirk. Dean’s face turned slightly pink before be turned to the table in the room. “Yeah um… forgot my pie,” he said before reaching into a grocery bag and pulling out a large store bought pie. Showing it to the two men on the bed he turned and strode out of the room. “Just…. Be safe,” he told Sam before shutting the door.
Sam;s face grew hotter before he laid back on the bed. “Damn it,” he groaned. Gabriel laughed before crawling up to him. “How about we call it a night Samich,” he asked. “Yeah sure, sounds great,” Sam let out another groan followed by a sigh. “Well, night Sam,” Gabriel placed a kiss on the hunter’s forehead. “U-Um… night,” Sam rolled onto his side and curled up slightly. This was an awkward night he’d never hear the end of.
Okay, Sam adores wake up tickles. Like, seriously seriously adores them more then life because then his day usually turns out to be a better one. Dean used to do it a lot, especially when Sam was a teen since he didn’t like getting out of bed. With wake up tickles, he loves getting his ribs attacked before he usually sleeps on his belly and his arms are tucked under the pillow so his ribs are vulnerable. Even as he grew older, he still loved those tickles. He didn’t get that as often but when he did, you could see Sam with his dimply grin for the rest of the day.
Hi! I saw that you were going to write a fic about this topic but this is more of a question. So that scene in the lost boys towards the beginning where Sam is running away from Michael and they run into Grandpa’s ‘man cave’, do you think that if they didnt get distracted and Michael would’ve caught Sam that he would’ve tickle attacked him? Cause when Sam was running away he didn’t seem worried that Michael was going to hurt him. He just seemed nervous and was laughing. What do you think?
I totally think that would happen! 😁 Micheal totally uses the fact that Sam’s ticklish against him whenever he can. Thanks for the sweet ask! Have an amazing day! 😁💖
*Of course this precious guy is ticklish. Just look at him!
*His laugh is so high pitched and filled with adorable giggles. If you can get him really laughing there may be a snort here and there.
*I’d say his worst spots are behind his ears, armpits, and knees.
*Micheal used to tickle him all the time when they were younger. It doesn’t happen as much anymore unless Sam provokes him. But every day he’ll give him a poke to the underarm to hear him squeal.
*Alan and Edgar tickle him for “endurance training”
*The three of them get into so many tickle fights.
*Star and Micheal will double team Sam and Star’s nails kill him.
*You know that exploding spider thing people do on your knee? They absolutely kill Sam. Edgar and Alan will pin down his legs and do that over and over again until Sam is begging for mercy.
*Again Alan and Edgar. They’ll each grab an arm and pin it down so they can both get an underarm.
*Sam is super air ticklish and everyone around him takes advantage of it.
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Ler:
*Quite a skilled ler not gonna lie.
*Always sets boundaries first and makes sure the lee is comfortable.
*Can totally turn Alan and Edgar into giggly puddles, but rev eve always insues.
*The tease master.
*Knows exactly what teases and techniques work on what lee.
*Likes to let the lee move freely.
*If he has to he’ll pin them down.
*Call out if they blush 10,000 times.
*Starts with gentle tickles that gets rougher over time.
Sorry to bother you, but I thought of a Lost Boys headcanon! I think it would be hilarious if Edgar and Alan found out Sam was ridiculously ticklish, and would put him through "endurance tests" to see how long he would last. They'd tease him while they were doing it by saying stuff like "Man, if a vampire found out about this you'd be screwed dude." Sorry to bother you, but your blog is just so inspiring! ❤
Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh- I freakin love The Lost Boys and I love this even more!!
I had a Floof idea! At some point, Floof find Sam napping on the couch and decides to give his exposed tummy some attention. Sam wakes up a giggling, squealing mess and isn’t awake enough to fight back.
Sam was innocent in this who fiasco. Truly, he was. He was taking a nap in the library after reading tomes after tomes in the MOL bunker, sorting and filing.
The familiar weight of Floof on his leg honestly didn’t bug him. The little monster was so snuggly and cuddly.
What Sam didn’t expect is the little monster to be interested in his belly button. The soft floof vibrates all over his belly, nuzzling into the curve of his belly button.
“Hehehey! Flohohohoof stahahahap!”
The little monster ignored him, tentacles swirling into his belly button.
“Ack! NAHAHAHA!”
Sam squirmed and giggled, not wanting to hurt the monster by tossing him off. Floof enjoyed Sam’s laughter, purposefully vibrating on his lower belly, the softness tickling more then anything.
“FLOHOHOOF AHAHA DOHOHONT TIHIHICKLE!”
“He’s a tickle monster, Sam,” Dean smirked, watching fondly at the adorable scene. Sam’s face was pink and the Floof was also a matching shade. “It’s what he does.”
“AHAHA IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES TOHOHO MUHUHUCH!”
Dean snorted and walked up to them, scooping up Floof and tickling the monsters little tentacles, smirking as the monster let out a loud purr, pulling them back into his fluffy body.
“There you go dork,” Dean laughed, now petting Floof.
