can I pls request 2 and 11 from the tickle prompts? maybe bucky tickles Natasha in an unusual spot and he is surprised by how ticklish she is everywhere and she gets embarrassed lol
She squirmed, shoulder blades moving inward to protect the tickly spot on her back he was currently trailing his fingers over as they laid in bed.
"Are you - oh my god, you are." He experimentally ghosted his fingertips over the space between her shoulders again. Making Natasha shiver.
"I hardly touched you – you’re too cute.” Bucky chuckled, face burning with embarrassment, Nat tried to move away from him, but Bucky didn't let her get away.
"Uh, uh. I'll be nice, I'll be nice, I promise." She didn't believe him for a second, but he was already moving lower, ghosting his fingers over the backs of her ribs.
"You said you'd be nice!" Nearly jumping out of her skin, Bucky gathered her up in his arms before she could get away.
"I'm not even tickling you!"
"Yes, you are!" Natasha was giggling helplessly as Bucky continued to lightly tickle her ribs and sides.
How did such a light tough tickle so much?
"You're absolutely adorable," Bucky said, kissing her bright red cheek.
Nat was biting her hand, trying to keep herself from laughing as her boyfriend loomed over her, using his weight to pin her to the bed.
"You're one tough cookie, aren't you, Doll?" Bucky chuckled, pulling up her pajama top, smirking when an unintentional whine escaped her.
He smiled, studying her bare stomach like a map, making Natasha shake her head no.
"I think you're long overdue for a test of your tickle button."
"I think we can skip that." She said, squirming as giggles bubbled up in her throat. Bucky ignored her protest, leaning down to press soft kisses to her stomach.
"How do kisses feel?" He asked as the giggles started to pour out of her.
"Fine, we can stop now!" Her voice jumped an octave as he began to nibble on her tummy.
"Oh no, but we've just started. Let's see, kisses, check... nibbles... check." A sudden raspberry made Natasha squeal.
"Raspberries are still effective..." Bucky sat up and fluttered his fingers over her bellybutton, Natasha couldn't fight the laughter that poured out of her.
"Aw, you're so cute when your tummy is being tickled." Bucky cooed, a fingertip swirling around the rim of her bellybutton.
"No!" Natasha’s face was red, though from exertion or embarrassment was anyone's guess.
"No? I think you are. In fact, I can prove it." He blew another raspberry directly over her bellybutton as he scribbled his nails across her stomach.
Nat's hips bucked, but Bucky's weight didn't shift an inch.
She was stuck.
"Coochie, coochie, coo!" The teasing made the tickling so much worse, and Natasha burst into helpless laughter.
"No, no, no, teasing isn't fair!" Another raspberry made her shriek.
"I think your tickle button passes inspection." He nibbled her belly again, making ridiculous noming noises that drove her crazy.
"If it works, then stop!" She managed between giggles.
"I could..." The tickling stopped for a moment, Natasha’s stomach hurt from laughing as she tried to catch her breath.
"... But I'm having too much fun!" Nat screamed as he blew several raspberries all over her belly.
“You know, you’re a lot cuter than you realize,” Natasha said perching herself on the edge of their bed.
Bucky snorted in response. It was too hot to argue, hence the reason both he and Natasha had decided to stay in bed with the fan on high and the curtains drawn.
"I'm not cute. 'Cute' is for puppies and babies." Bucky said, groaning as Natasha straddled him
"Nat, it's too hot." Bucky complained only for the redhead to ignore him.
“Admit you’re cute.” Natasha said crossing her arms over her chest as she sat on top of her boyfriend.
“Natalia-” again he was ignored.
“Admit it or I’m going to tickle you!” It seemed to the redheaded spy that Bucky was always the one tickling her, it was time the roles were reversed.
Bucky stubbornly remained silent.
"Suit yourself." Admittedly, she didn't even know if Bucky was even ticklish but she was about to find out.
Gently, she began to knead his sides. At first, there was no reaction, so Nat moved higher, his ribs got a small smile and a grunt out of him.
"Sorry, sweetheart, not everyone is ridiculously ticklish like you." Bucky said when Nat frowned in frustration.
"You have to be ticklish somewhere." Experimentally, she reached behind her and squeezed his knee, the jolt and strangled snort that caused was promising.
"Was that what I think in was?" For so long, she'd been the one laughing as he teased her worst spots.
Had she found his?
"Don't you dare, Natalia." That was as good as a 'yes' in Natasha’s books.
"I don't think you're in a position to make demands, Sargent." She scribbled behind his knee and grinned when he was instantly reduced to a full on belly laugh.
"No, no, no! Doll, c'mon!" Bucky begged.
She'd barely even explored the ticklish spot, and he was already begging.
"Admit you're cute!" Bucky's laughter was her only reply.
"Admit it!"
"Fine! FINE! I'M CUTE! STAHAHAHAP!" Bucky pleaded, kicking his legs, trying to throw her off.
Widows were not meant to break under torture. Those who survived the Red Room where supposed to be unbreakable.
What the Red Room never counted on was that a certain super soldier and his relentless drive to get information out of Natasha.
That's how the Black Widow found herself wedged between the back of the couch and her boyfriend.
"One last chance," the soldier said sternly.
"Are you going to tell me what I want to know?" Nat squirmed.
At this point, he was just toying with her.
"Can't tell you what I don't know," Bucky chuckled.
"Suit yourself then... are you sure you're not planning a big fuss for my birthday?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Nat flinched as he rucked up her shirt and slowly walked the fingers of his flesh hand up her body, starting at her hip.
"Sure you don't... if you did know something, though, I think I know a way to get you to spill your guts." Biting the inside of her cheek, Natasha tried not to show any fear.
"The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout..." it was childish as hell, but something about the slow crawl of his fingers up her body, along with the song, made her squirm with anticipation.
"I don't know anything." Bucky didn't answer, just continued the slow teasing crawl towards her ribs.
"James, plehehehehehese!" Nat dissolved into panicked giggles as his fingers came to a stop near her under arms.
"... Down came the rain and washed the spider out -" as he spoke, he spidered his fingers down to her belly, Nat squealed and thrashed in his hold.
"Out came the sun and dried up all the rain..." He was scribbling against her stomach now, making Natasha laugh hysterically.
"Are you sure you have nothing to tell me?" Bucky teased as Natasha’s face flushed with laughter, her laughter jumping an octave as he tickled her bellybutton.
"Alright, ALIGHT! I'LL TALK!" Natasha shouted, relieved when the tickle torture stopped and she was able to catch her breath.
"It's not a big fuss." Bucky arched an eyebrow at her, threateningly wiggling his fingers over her bellybutton when she didn’t immediately continue.
Natasha squeaked in panic.
"No, no, no! It's just a small party, with Sam, dinner, cake, maybe a present or two! It was meant to be a surprise."
"Promise?" He'd never been one to make a big deal about his birthday, especially after decades of not even knowing who he was, never mind when his own birthday was.
"I promise, I promise! No more tickling, you win!" His fingers stilled, and Bucky leaned in so that his forehead was resting against hers.
"Fine... I believe you." Pressing a few kisses to her neck, Natasha let herself relax a little. At least the tickling had stopped.
"You're incorrigible, Natasha." He said against her skin, a small smirk tugged at her lips, she couldn’t help herself.
"You deserve it." Hooking her foot around his leg, Natasha flipped them so she was sitting astride his hips.
"And if you say you don't, we'll just have to see how you like spider tickles."
Beard and scruff make this so much worse for me. Can Bucky get Nat with his scruff . It doesn’t have to be the ribs that was just in the sentence.
"Jesus, you need to shave!" Natasha said trying to squirm away from her boyfriend as he tried to kiss her neck.
Bucky for his part seemed amused by this, and held her tighter.
"Oh, do I?"
"Yes! That five o'clock shadow of yours should be outlawed by the Geneva Convention." He laughed at that, pinning the squirming Widow under him, by sitting on her hips.
Natasha stated up at him, warily.
"You know what? I'm hungry, and those ribs look tasty." Natasha instantly began to struggle as Bucky bent down and began nibbling on Natasha's ribs, down one side, and up the other. The moment his lips made contact the redhead was a giggling mess.
The tickling was made only worse by the 'noming' noises Bucky made as he nibbled and the scrape of his stubble across her skin.
"James! St-stop, I can't take it!" Natasha managed to get out between laughs. Squeals filling the bedroom as the nibbling turned into raspberries down her ribcage.
"But you're having so much fun, and I'm still hungry." Bucky cooed as Natasha struggled to throw him off her.
Without warning he attacked Natasha's belly next, sending the widow into hysterics as he rubbed his scruff covered cheeks over the expanse of skin.
Natasha tried to push his head away only for the raspberries to return, making her scream with surprise.
"Jahahahamse, please!" Natasha begged still laughing from the raspberries.
"Okay, okay, I'm done." He said smoothing a hand through Natasha's hair. Smiling down at the widow's flushed face, he stole a proper kiss from her lips.
"I love you, Natasha."
"I love you too," Natasha said regaining her breath.
Coming home from a mission was always stressful for Natasha.
For one, she wanted to be absolutely sure no one followed her back to her apartment. For another, she didn’t like coming home to silence.
But mostly, it was because ever since Bucky had moved in, she was afraid of leading someone back to him.
Tonight, when she came home, still dressed in the disguise she’d worn on her mission. He met her at the door with a kiss. And she knew he could tell she was on edge.
After the third or fourth time of her jumping every time someone walked down the hall outside their door, Bucky felt he had to do something.
The little black dress that she wore was strapless, with slits down the side that left very little to the imagination. and left a lot of her figure exposed.
“You’re so tense,” Bucky sighed, while Natasha’s focus was directed out the window to the parking lot below.
“Let’s do something about that.”
Before Natasha could react, Bucky’s good hand was exploring her ribcage, ticking her vulnerable ribs. Instantly, the redheaded widow jumped up from the couch where they’d been sitting, Bucky had a smile on his face and a light in his eyes, Natasha knew that look.
“Run.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. Kicking off her heels, Natasha sprinted for the bedroom, Bucky in hot pursuit behind her.
He chased her around the room, like a cat playing with a mouse, until at last he had her cornered between the bed and the wall.
“Don’t you dare.” Natasha said as her boyfriend approached her, Bucky still had that look on his face, maybe if she was quick enough she could still escape.
She waited a moment too long, no sooner had she thought about escaping, then Bucky had grabbed her and wrestled her onto the bed.
“I think someone, needs to relax.” Bucky said once she was on the bed and he was hovering over her.
“This is not my idea of relaxing!” A devilish smirk came over Bucky’s face at Natasha’s words.
“James!” Her voice held a warning. Which he ignored, retaliating with a playful:
“Natalia.” Before reaching for her with both hands, fingers, cold vibranium and warm flesh, digging into her sensitive ribcage.
Natasha exploded into giggles, but every time she reached for him to try and stop him from tickling her, he quickly dodged her.
It was a general rule, that they didn’t use restraints when they did this, it reminded them both too much or the ordeals they had been through. But it seemed like they didn’t need them, because every time he tickled her Natasha was rendered helpless by laughter.
“There’s that pretty smile!” Bucky cooed as he tickled her lower ribs.
“Go to hell!” Was Natasha’s response through laughter. Which only went up an octave when Bucky began to tickle her stomach.
“So rude,” he said mock offended, Natasha shook her head, still laughing as she tried to throw the super soldier off of her, but to no avail.
“Apologize.” But Natasha was laughing too hard, as the soldier spidered his fingers over her abdomen.
“No? I guess I got to bring out the big guns then.” Bucky said ceasing the tickling to Natasha’s stomach.
Natasha frowned to herself, what was he planning? Usually, her stomach was her kill spot, Bucky could tickle her there for hours, hell. Natasha was so sensitive on her stomach that kisses even tickled!
And then she felt it.
the light scratching on the ball of her nylon clad foot.
The Black Widow squealed and tried to pull away, but Bucky quickly put her feet in a headlock.
“Say you’re sorry.” Bucky instructed, as Natasha tried in vain to free her feet.
“No, no, no, Jahahamse!” Once again, Bucky was tickling her, just below the toes. Normally, tickling Natasha’s feet would result in a few giggles. But the silky black nylon was only making matters worse.
“I don’t think that’s an apology.” He was scratching at her arches now, clearly enjoying himself, Natasha could barely breathe, she was laughing so hard.
“I-I’m sohohohohohohory! Please! James, I- I can’t...”
“What are you sorry for?” Damn him! He said it as casually as if he were commenting on the weather. All the while, switching between her arches and tickling her toes.
“I’m sohohohry for telling you to go to hell!” Natasha said, but the torture didn’t stop.
“And, what else?”
“A-And for coming ho-home so tense!” Those must have been the magic words, because Bucky released her feet, and smiled at her.
“Do you feel better now?” He asked, laying down beside her on the bed.
“I’m just trying to protect us.” Natasha said flinching away, expecting more tickles.
“I know,” His metal hand reached up to play with her hair.
“But I promise you, there’s nowhere safer than here.” The cool metal of the vibranium was massaging her scalp now, and Natasha sighed.
"Where else did that bastard touch you?" Bucky's voice was a low growl as he took in the two black eyes, and broken nose Natasha had to give herself in order to defeat Dreykov once and for all.
"James, I told you it's fi-"
"It's not fine!" Bucky said, eyes still scanning for injuries.
"Shirt off, now."
Natasha rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms over her chest.
"If you don't tell me, I'm going to go hunting for them, and I promise you, I will find out." Bucky said when she didn't follow his order.
When stubbornness won out, despite the threat, Bucky growled and pulled the widow into his arms, by the front of her shirt.
Using his vibranium arm to trap her against his chest, his real hand began probing her neck gently incase she'd injured it.
Then down each arm, which were slightly sore.
Finally, his hand slipped under her shirt, and began inspecting her ribs. Natasha stiffened the moment her began poking at her uppermost rib, not from pain though.
"James-"
He ignored her, moving on to the next rib, making Natasha bite her lip to keep from giggling. His gentle touch tickled, and he was being so damn methodical about it!
"Quit squirming." Bucky commanded as he moved towards the middle of Natasha's ribcage.
"This would have been easier with your shirt off, but no. We had to be stubborn didn't we?"
Natasha's face was burning, the giggles building in her throat, the lower Bucky went the worse the tickling got. There was some pain, most likely bruised ribs at worst, but mostly it just tickled!
Finally satisfied the state of her ribs, Bucky began poking around her stomach, this was Natasha's undoing.
She couldn't help the deep belly laugh that burst forth as he tickled her, shaking her head, the widow tried to escape, but Bucky held her fast.
"Nohohoho, stahahahap, plehehehese!" Natasha begged, wincing slightly at a sore spot, probably from when she'd been kicked in the stomach.
Bucky took in her giggling, beet red face, and finally stopped. Smoothing a hand over her stomach to rid her of the tickling sensation.
"If he wasn't already dead, I'd kill him myself for laying a hand on you." Bucky said darkly, once Natasha had stopped giggling.
"But he is dead, he'll never hurt anyone ever again." Natasha said, allowing Bucky to shepherd her to their bed.
"Yes well, looks like someone is getting her knees and toes tickled until the bruises heal." Bucky said, reaching down to tickle Natasha behind the knee, which sent the black widow into hysterics once again.
hi! this blog is so adorable and i cant wait for more fics! can i request the prompts 12, 13, 24, 26 for bucky tickling natasha? it's ok if not. I love ur work so far! :))
“Jahahames, STOP!” Natasha shrieked as Bucky playfully tickled the assassin. She was glad that he’d had FRIDAY lock the sparring room doors before he’d begun tickling her, all so she couldn’t escape. But it also kept their teammates out.
“Stop? But you’re enjoying yourself so much, why would I stop?” Bucky said lunging after Natasha when she managed to escape his clutches for a moment and began to run away.
““Ι’m gonna get you!” He called after her, as Natasha ran and tried to hide, clapping a hand over her mouth to muffle the giggles that were still pouring from her mouth.
Before she could find a hiding spot though, Bucky hand picked her up off her feet and was carrying her back to the sparring ring.
Laying her down on the mat, Bucky sat on the Black Widow’s hips to pin her down.
Now, Doll.” He said as he loomed over the thrashing widow.
“Admit you’re adorable and this all stops,” Natasha shook her head, still giggling like a madwoman.
“Fine," Bucky sighed dramatically, wiggling his fingers in the air, which only made Natasha fight harder for freedom.
“There is no comeback, princess. It’s gonna happen,” Bucky warned her before digging into Natasha’s ribs.