#switch!bucky

please. by @buckybarnesdiaries

Bucky needed to be spoiled.

I See Sunshine ‘cause I Know That You Are Mine by @duckybarnes1917

Bucky enjoys being your good boy.

Tied Up by @duckybarnes1917

Bucky wants to be tied up, teased, and denied.

Crooked Crown by @rookthorne

Sometimes the King needed his Queen to take care of him, and you were more than happy to oblige.

Delicate by @bucksangel

Bucky Barnes, known as the ‘king of New York’, is ruthless and powerful, running everything with an iron fist. He has no weaknesses, other than you. You’re his world, his soulmate, his angel, and he’d do anything and everything to keep you safe. What John Walker, an up-and-coming mobster with irrational tendencies, doesn’t understand, is that you’ll do the same for Bucky.

in your arms i’m born again by @bonky-n-steeb

you want to find out exactly how many times is too many times for the super soldier.

Starved. by @buckybabieboy

Bucky's first time after 70+ years

The Tailor’s Son by @kinanabinks

After a decade away from Chicago, you're back home to rule over your domain - and to finally make the tailor's son yours.

Overstimulation by @metalbuckaroo

"As long as you want me to, sweetheart. I'm all yours."

Insatiable 19.1 by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

After finally returning from the mission gone wrong, Bucky has you right where he wants you— spread out on the bed with his head between your thighs. He’s a little eager, but it’ll be fine— right?

so you had a bad day… by @dirtychocolatechai

reader edging Bucky who's had a rough day

Can you see what I see? by @dailyreverie

Mission Accomplished by @buckyseternal

sometimes your work is stressful. coming home from an especially aggravating mission, you take out all of your frustrations on your boyfriend.

Dirty Little Secret by @moonlight-prose

bucky's long kept secret soon becomes reality.

Control by @cake-writes

Bucky isn’t usually one to relinquish control, but this time he does.

You Know Just What I Need by @sinner-as-saint

Freshly out of uni, Bucky Barnes comes back to live in his family home. Given he’s the only son of a billionaire, he needs security around at all times. And his dad puts you in charge of his son’s safety until he comes home from a business trip. You intend on doing your job as perfectly as always, but what you didn’t know it that Bucky is a spoilt brat who is only interested in pestering you and making your life a living hell… until eventually you are left with no other choice but to teach him a lesson in order for him to learn how to behave.

drabble by @becca-e-barnes

making a subby!dbf!Bucky cum inside you

Touch by @ro-is-struggling

Bucky was not a fan of physical contact, that was something you knew about him even before you started dating him. What you didn't know was how incredibly touch starved he was. That is until one lazy Sunday afternoon, when you take your relationship to the next level.

Losing Control by @flordeamatista

Control is reclaimed by you

Occupied by @goodgirlofglory

You have dragged Bucky into the handicapable toilet on the main floor of the administrations floor of S.H.I.E.L.D and intend to swallow his cock. Who is he to say no?

Big Boy by @goodgirlofglory

tying up a big strong metal armed super soldier and making him cum over and over and over while he’s begging

Delicate by @bucksangel

Bucky Barnes, known as the ‘king of New York’, is ruthless and powerful, running everything with an iron fist. He has no weaknesses, other than you. You’re his world, his soulmate, his angel, and he’d do anything and everything to keep you safe. What John Walker, an up-and-coming mobster with irrational tendencies, doesn’t understand, is that you’ll do the same for Bucky.

Stupid by @coffeecatsandcandles

Without reason, Bucky asks for a divorce.

I Hate U by @duckybarnes1917

Bucky hates you. Until he doesn't.

The Storm He Claims by @sstan-hoe

with a hot-headed wife like you, Bucky's life was never boring. Add to that, his daughter. Seven years, cute as a button with the temper of her mother.

The Interview by @sweetbbarnes

After directing a successful movie about Captain America’s life, the media seems to think that you and Steve Rogers would be the perfect match. Little do they know, your heart has already been taken by his best friend, the infamous ex-assassin James Barnes. And although you two are in a secret relationship and even secretly live together, when Bucky hears people talking about how you and Steve would be perfect for each other, his insecurity gets the best of him. But it’s okay, because you are determined to show your soldier just how much you love him.

Purr for me by @rookthorne

A deal had been struck, and since you had claimed victory that day, you were more than eager to collect the reward of such a win.

plaything by @captain-buckyyy

"Remind me again - how is this supposed to-"

"Shh. I'm concentrating." Your tongue protruded slightly from the corner of your mouth as you threw all your mental energy into focusing on the task at hand. Bucky couldn't help but grin fondly at the intense expression on your face. "And... done!"

"Great! And... what's this going to do?"

You sat down in your swivel chair and rolled yourself a few feet over toward your computer, fingers a blur as you typed on the keyboard in front of you. "This is going to restore sensory function in your prosthetic arm," you explained excitedly.

"And... how is that possible?"

"Glad you asked." You looked up at Bucky, a spark of passion in your eyes. "I've just installed a sensory electrode array onto the surface of your vibranium arm. Once we reattach it, the post-synaptic eletrode sensors will communicate with your existing nerve endings in your shoulder. You'll not only be able to move it with your thoughts as you have been - it will provide various tactile sensory capabilities as well. Things like nociception, thermoreception, proprioception-"

"English, please," Bucky interrupted, shooting you a confused look. You chuckled, smiling apologetically.

"Sorry - I went all biotech engineer on you again, didn't I?"

Bucky smirked. "Doll, you know I find your gigantic brain to be very sexy, but you speak a whole different language when you talk science."

"Buck..." you whined, heat rushing to your cheeks. Turning away so you wouldn't have to look at his broadening smirk, you typed a few more things into the computer, then grasped the workbench and rolled your chair back toward the metal arm and its owner. "The layman's terms summary is that you'll be able to feel pain, temperature, and touch. It's probably easier if I just show you."

You and Bucky had been dating for a couple of months now, and you couldn't have been happier. The two of you had danced around each other for ages, neither of you willing to make the first move despite the fact that he hung around your section of the lab almost every day. Bucky was a man of few words, mostly spending his time staring and observing your work at first. After some time, he began to open up and answer your questions, asking questions of his own about your projects. You were very passionate about your position as the team's biotechnology engineer, and so you found it easy to start rambling once Bucky got you talking science. No one else had taken such an interest in your work as he had. It made you feel special, important.

It was only after Steve swung by one day to tell you what it all meant that you realized the crush you had on him was reciprocated. He'd grown tired of watching his best friend pining for you in silence, and pleaded with you to say something knowing shy and brooding Bucky would never take the initiative to ask you out. And so you did.

For months, you'd been eyeing his prosthetic arm, knowing there were so many enhancements you could build into it if he'd allow you the opportunity to try. Once you started dating, you were able to build the courage to ask him if you could experiment. Bucky seemed surprised at first that you had any interest in his vibranium arm, considering it was already pretty high tech after Shuri had done work on it in Wakanda. Your passion and your intelligence had been what attracted him to you in the first place, and so it didn't take much convincing for him to agree to your little pet project.

With careful precision, you lifted the prosthesis to his shoulder and lined up the socket with the remaining portion of his human joint. The metal began to shift and contort automatically to mold itself to his shoulder and secure itself in place. Bucky looked at you in confusion.

"I can't move it."

"I know - I haven't reactivated the surface electromyography... sorry, I'm doing it again. I haven't turned it back on." You wheeled back over to the computer and tapped a few keys, pressing enter to reactivate the electrodes. Relief flashed across his face as he lifted the arm, twisting his wrist and wriggling his fingers experimentally to ensure all was in working order.

"It feels... different," he observed, gazing at the appendage curiously.

"Yeah, that's called proprioception," you explained. "In other words, you can feel where your arm and hand are in relation to the rest of your body."

"Woah." His eyes widened as he stretched out his arm and moved his hand around at random, clearly amazed by this new sensory technology.

"Let's run a few more tests," you suggested, sliding off your chair and moving to the refrigerator in the back of the lab. You pulled out a cold bottle of water, returning to the workbench and holding it out for Bucky to take. "Tell me if you can sense the cold temperature with your metal hand."

Hesitantly, he reached out and closed his metal fingers around the bottle. His eyebrows shot up his forehead in surprise.

"It's really cold."

"Does it feel the same as your human hand?"

He passed the bottle to his opposite hand, shaking his head. "It seems a bit off. It feels a lot colder in the metal hand."

"Hmm. I'll have to tweak the sensitivity of the thermoreceptors..." you mumbled to yourself, slipping a pen out from behind your ear and scribbling a few notes on the notepad on your workbench. "What about heat? I don't want to burn you, so why don't you hold my hand and tell me if it feels warm to you?"

Bucky grinned. "You just want to hold my hand, don't you?"

You blushed. "You know I always love holding your hand. But this is purely in the name of scientific experimentation."

"Sure." He held his metal hand out, and you slipped your hand in his, lacing your fingers with his metal digits. He stared at your intertwined hands for a moment, reaching over with his human hand to touch the back of yours for comparison. "It's a little warmer with the metal hand."

"Makes sense. I'll calibrate the thermoreceptors. Let's run some more tests first so I can make all the adjustments at once." You picked up a pin from the workbench, poking it to your own index finger and wincing at the slight pinprick sensation. "I'll test the nociceptors next - those detect pain. I'll be gentle, though, I promise."

Bucky scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Please. I'm a super soldier. I can handle a little pinprick."

"I know you're a big tough guy, Buck," you assured, poking his kneecap teasingly. "If the nociception electrodes are overly sensitive, it might feel like I'm stabbing you. I just want to be careful."

"Alright..." He lay his metal hand on the workbench with his palm facing upward. You grasped his wrist to steady his arm, gently poking the sharp end of the pin to the heel of his hand. He suddenly jerked his hand away, breaking free of your grasp.

"Did that hurt a lot?" you asked apologetically. He shook his head, his brows knit together in confusion.

"No... it was just weird."

"Uh, ok... I'm gonna need a little more than that for my notes, Buck." You motioned for him to place his hand back on the table, this time pressing the pin to the very center of his hand. Again, he jerked away, this time with a puff of air bursting through his nose. "James. Tell me the truth. Is this hurting you? I won't judge you."

"Doll, I swear it doesn't hurt."

"Then why do you keep pulling your hand away?"

"I... I'm not sure." He returned his hand to the table. "Try again."

"Ok..." You grasped his wrist once again, this time poking his fingertips in rapid succession without warning to try to get him to tell the truth. To your surprise, he let out a giggle when he pulled away this time. It all started to come together. You smirked, looking the bewildered super soldier in the eye. "Bucky - does it tickle?"

"What? No. That's not possible," he insisted. You laughed out loud.

"Bucky, seriously. I'm not going to judge you for being ticklish."

"I can't be." His expression was serious, not at all sheepish. You tilted your head in confusion. "You of all people should know. Don't people grow out of that by, like, age five or something?"

"Wait - you can't be serious." You squinted at him, trying to detect any hint of a lie in his face. He was dead serious, not an ounce of humor in his eyes. "Bucky - that's not... you don't just grow out of being ticklish. Adults can be ticklish too."

"Really?" His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"What led you to believe that it just goes away at a specific age?"

"Back in my time, I only ever saw little kids tickled by their parents or siblings or whoever," he explained. "And it's not like HYDRA was the type to go around tickling people."

"Oh." Your heart ached at the realization that he'd had such minimal experience with kind, affectionate touch. "Well... I promise, it's normal to be ticklish as an adult. I am too."

"Oh." There was a sort of confused, almost disappointed look in his eyes. You reached out and grabbed his human hand in yours, squeezing it affectionately.

"What's wrong, Buck? Do you think it makes you childish?" you asked. He shrugged, nodding. "I promise it's normal. It's evolved from a physiological protection mechanism. Humans are ticklish in areas that are vulnerable to attack. It's basic science."

"I guess that makes sense." His face softened a bit. You grinned, pleased you were making him feel better.

"You know... science aside, adults sometimes use tickling as a way to flirt with someone." Heat prickled in your cheeks as you explained the social aspects of tickling to your naïve super soldier boyfriend. "Would... would it help if you tried to tickle me?"

Bucky blinked, gazing blankly at you for a moment. "I... maybe? It's worth a shot."

"A-alright." You shrugged your lab coat off your shoulders, draping it over the back of your chair. Giggling nervously, you took Bucky's hands in yours and guided them to your sides. "G-go on then."

"You sound nervous."

"I'm... very ticklish." The heat in your cheeks intensified. "Just... try it."

Bucky looked you in the eye, eyebrows bumping slightly as though asking for permission to proceed. You nodded, bracing yourself for the ticklish sensation. Then, he began to scratch at your sides.

You had very little resolve to withstand the sensation, given how giggly you already were prior to him even tickling you. Immediately, you burst into rapid giggles, folding in on yourself while trying to fight the instinct to push his hands away. Bucky grinned, a spark of mischief in his eyes.

"That's cute." He skittered his fingers around to your belly, and you twisted involuntarily away from his touch. He captured you in his arms before you could stumble backward away from him, wrapping his arms around your ribs and slipping his fingers up under your arms before you could regain your bearings.

"BUHUCKY!" You buried your face in his chest, slamming your arms down to your sides. His chest rumbled with his own laughter as he wriggled his fingers a bit deeper under your arms for a moment, finally relenting when he felt your muscles go limp and you leaned more heavily into him. He held you until you were steady on your own feet, releasing you as he gazed at your flushed face affectionately.

"Alright. I definitely feel better now."

"Of course you do," you groaned, hiding your face in your hands. You turned away and went back to jotting down notes in your notebook to give yourself an excuse to look somewhere else, figuring you could drop the subject now that you'd succeeded in your efforts to reassure him. "Alright... let's move on to the next test-"

"Wait."

You turned your head to look at Bucky, who suddenly appeared nervous. Not sullen, as before. More sheepish, with a tinge of red dusting his cheeks.

"Could you... I want to know what it's like," he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. An involuntary grin spread across your face.

"You're asking me to tickle you?"

"... Yeah."

You set the pen down on the workbench beside the notebook, taking a few steps closer to Bucky. "You promise you won't hurt me with your super strength accidentally?"

"I promise."

"Alright." You looked him over, trying to assess the best method to attempt this. "Turn around."

Bucky did as he was told, turning his back to you. You slid your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your front against his back. Deliberately, so as not to accidentally tickle him without warning, you placed your hands on his sides with your fingers splayed wide.

"You ready?"

"Ready."

You were purposely gentle, scribbling your fingertips lightly into his sides through the fabric of his shirt. The muscles in his abdomen tensed under your forearms the moment you began tickling him. As promised, he made no efforts to wrench your hands from his torso, although he did grab hold of your wrists as though to provide his hands something to do.

"It's ok to laugh, Buck," you urged, tickling your way up his ribs in search of a more sensitive spot. The laughter you were seeking suddenly burst from his chest when you added a bit more pressure over his lower ribs, his hands squeezing your wrists a bit tighter but not forcefully enough to hurt. "Hmm. Ticklish ribs. I'll have to jot that down."

"Thihis isn't a-ha-an experimehent," he protested.

"Yeah, but I need to take notes for myself for later," you argued teasingly. "How about... here?" You shifted your hands to the sides of his belly, scratching at the skin overlaying his rippling abdominal muscles.

"O-HO-KAY thahat's bahad," he exclaimed, squirming in your arms.

"Oh, perfect - I've always wanted an excuse to feel your abs," you chuckled, scratching faster at the sensitive skin.

"YOHOU JUST HAHAD TO ASK!"

"Mm, but this is more fun." You took advantage of the spot for a few more moments, finding that a firm scribbling just above his bellybutton sent him into hysterics that rendered you almost unable to hold onto him. "Ohokay, I'm done," you promised, ceasing your attack and releasing him from your grasp. His shoulders shook with the last residual laughs, replaced by heavy breathing as he recovered. "You ready to keep working?"

"Uhh... yeah," he responded, voice laden with uncertainty as he turned to face you again. He took his seat as you analyzed him with your gaze.

"You sound upset. Did I take it too far?" you asked worriedly.

"No! No, of course not," he assured, smiling weakly.

"Then why do you seem upset?"

Bucky's gaze dropped to the floor, his cheeks brightening more than you'd ever seen. You ducked to recapture his gaze, smiling reassuringly.

"Buck, you can tell me. What is it?"

"I... is it weird that I... uh... didn't want you to stop?" He glanced up at you hesitantly, his blue eyes visible through his eyelashes. Your smile broadened as you took his human hand in yours.

"Not at all," you assured. "Truthfully... I liked when you tickled me too. It just feels nice to be close to you, and to laugh and be vulnerable, you know?"

"Yeah. Yeah, that's exactly it."

You were silent for a moment, pondering. Then, with a grin, you tugged on his hand to get him to stand up.

"Come here. We need a work break."

"Ok..." There was a tone of confusion in his voice. You guided him by the hand to the back corner of the lab, where Tony had a small lounge-like seating area for breaks. You stood him in front of one of the sofas.

"Sit."

"Uh... yes ma'am?" he responded quizzically, taking a seat on one end of the sofa. You sat beside him, bringing your legs up onto the seat cushions to kneel facing the puzzled super soldier.

"Clearly you have a lot to learn," you explained with a smirk. "So, I'm going to teach you the art of a tickle fight."

"Wh- HEHEY!" You launched yourself at Bucky before he could finish responding, kneading your fingers into his ribs. He toppled over sideways, more from the shock of it than from the force. You followed, leaning over on top of him to be able to reach his torso.

"Looks like I'm winning this fight," you observed teasingly, shifting to target the middle of his ribcage with one hand. The way he'd fallen over blocked your access to his other side, and so you opted to claw at the trigger spot above his bellybutton, grinning fondly as he burst into desperate laughter.

"OHO NO YOHOU AREN'T!" He suddenly reached over and dug into your belly with his metal hand, and you squeaked and began giggling, all efforts to attack forgotten. "You won't beat me that easily," he teased, using his newfound advantage to turn the tables and pinch at your ribcage with his other hand.

"I-hi thohought you WAHANTED me to tihickle you!" you protested, hands grasping feebly at his wrists.

"Yeah, but you said this was a fight, so you're gonna have to work at it," he teased with a smirk.

"FIHINE THEN! I'll fihight you!" You launched a surprise attack on his knees, pinching rapidly at the muscles above his kneecaps. He likely wasn't anticipating being ticklish there, and suddenly he had relented in his attack in favor of trying to block your hands, albeit half-heartedly. Experimentally, you slipped your hands underneath his knees to scratch at the delicate skin overlaying the joint.

"WAHAIT!" His laughter pitched up in volume. "Thihis isn't a FAHAIR fight! You knohow where to t-HAH-tickle!"

"Yeah, and you have the advantage of super strength - I'd say we're even."

"Ohoh yeah?"

In an instant, you found yourself on your back, gazing up at your grinning super soldier boyfriend as he hovered over you with your forearms pinned by your sides. He dragged your arms up over your head slowly and dramatically, grin expanding when you began shaking your head and spitting out giggly protests.

"N-no, nohoho Bucky, dohon't you do it! I knohow what you're doing!"

"Aww, really?" he asked, disappointment flashing across his face. "Alright..." Without warning, he released your arms and shot his hands under your arms before you could lower them, the mischievous spark returning to his eyes. "I'm gonna do it anyway."

"NOHOHO!" You squeezed your arms tight against your sides, but it didn't matter now that he'd managed to worm his fingers into the space under your arms. He wriggled his fingertips into your upper ribs, and you threw your head back with desperate laughter, grasping his arms above his elbows. He was very clearly winning the fight now.

And then, it hit you.

You scratched rapidly at the metal bicep of his vibranium arm, knowing you had yet to adjust the sensory calibration. He yelped in surprise and yanked his hands out from under your arms instinctively, sitting up to break free of your hold. You quickly took advantage of his startled state, sitting up and launching your hands under his arms. Vibrant laughter tore from his chest as he fell backward in a feeble attempt to evade you, but you followed him down, shifting to kneel over his legs to pin him to the sofa on his back.

"Alright - for scientific purposes, tell me - which is worse? This?" You dragged your fingers along his metal arm, and he barked out a loud laugh. "Or... this?" You dug both hands into the trigger spot on his belly, ruthlessly clawing and scratching at the skin.

"THAT! THAHAT'S WOHORSE!"

"Hmm. Noted. My calibration error was not significant enough to exceed the degree of ticklishness of your worst spot."

"H-HOHOW... HOW DOHO YOU KNOHOW IT'S MY WOHORST?"

"I mean, for your sake, I hope it is!" you laughed, lightening the pressure of your fingers to flutter gently against his belly and marveling at how significantly it still seemed to affect him. You ceased your attack, planting your hands on the sofa cushions beside him so you could lean down and kiss his lips. You couldn't help yourself - his gigantic, ticklish grin and his bright red cheeks were just too darn cute not to want to kiss him.

"Wehell... haha... whehere else could it be?" he asked, an honest curiosity in his voice.

"Are you asking me to help you find out?" you asked. He nodded.

"And tell me yours."

"Wohoah, that's not information I just hand out!" He stuck out his bottom lip in the most dramatically fake attempt to pout you'd ever seen. You laughed heartily, leaning down to kiss his pouting lips once again. "Ahalright, let's figure out yours first, then we'll talk."

You pondered for a moment, trying to assess where you hadn't tried yet. He gazed up at you with a nervous anticipatory energy, flinching when you rested your hands on his hips.

"How about here?" You toggled your thumbs into the space beside his hipbones. He snorted, dissolving into laughter once again, but nothing quite as vibrant as you'd elicited from him earlier. "Nah, that can't be it."

"Nohope," he concurred, muscles relaxing when your hands stilled against his hips. Deep in thought, you shoved your tongue into the inside of your cheek.

"I wonder..." You knew there was one major spot you hadn't tried, one that you'd have to inform him of if you were to tell him your worst spot. Worth a try, you thought.

You shifted and turned yourself around to sit on his shins facing his feet, untying the laces on his sneakers and sliding his shoes off one by one. Turning your head to glance at his face, you smirked before skittering your fingers along the bottoms of his feet. He jerked his legs in response, nearly causing you to topple over, then burst into adorable giggles.

"Well I don't think this is your worst spot, but this is pretty damn cute, Buck," you hummed teasingly, scratching at the arches of his feet.

"Ohokay, ahah, that's nohot it eheither."

"Nope. So it must be here." You whirled around swiftly and dug all ten fingers into the spot on his belly, heart swelling at the sound of his vivacious laughter.

"OKAHAY! YOHOU WERE RIHIGHT!"

"I knew it!" You ceased your attack, grinning affectionately down at the flustered metal-armed soldier.

"Nohow... now you," he insisted breathlessly. The familiar heat flashed in your cheeks.

"You're not gonna let it go if I don't tell you, are you?"

"Nope." He sat up, watching you with anticipation. With a sigh, you shook your head and averted your gaze so as not to see his face when you told him.

"My feet. Ok, happy n-"

Bucky's hands closed around your ankles suddenly, dragging your legs out straight so your feet were in his lap. With a triumphant smirk, he locked your ankles in the crook of his elbow while he slipped your sneakers off, ignoring your giggly protests.

"Oh, come on, doll - you know I have to try it now," he insisted, tossing your shoes to the floor before fluttering his fingertips up and down the length of your soles. You screeched, tugging wildly at your trapped ankles. Quickly, you were overcome by your hysterical, breathy laughter as he scratched at the balls of your feet, muscles going limp as you lay there and accepted your ticklish fate.

He stopped after a few moments when he noticed your laughter had gone silent, rubbing a firm, comforting hand against your shin in his lap. You sat up after catching your breath, pulling your feet out of his lap in case he got the urge to reinitiate his attack.

"You weren't kidding when you said you're very ticklish," he teased.

"Look who's talking," you retorted, reaching over to poke his belly. "Did I get it all out of your system now?"

"... For now, yeah." His cheeks flushed red as he turned to avert his gaze.

"Hey." You reached up to cup Bucky's cheek in your hand, turning his head to look at you again. Smiling, you pressed your lips to his for a chaste kiss. "This was fun. I needed to laugh. I think you did too."

"Yeah. I did." His features relaxed a bit as he leaned in to recapture your lips with his. You allowed him to kiss you for a few moments, losing yourself in his embrace.

"Ok... we should really get back to work now," you insisted finally, reluctantly rising to your feet and tugging on his hand to get him to follow. "Wouldn't want to leave your arm with wonky sensors, would we?"

"Nah, probably not."

The pair of you returned to the work bench to continue your project. There was a relaxed, pleasant aura about Bucky that you hadn't known him to have before. It struck you, then, how much good it had done for him to finally experience physical affection and care. You'd never really considered how much he was lacking it in his adult life.

You vowed to yourself, then, that you'd make sure to show him how much you cared for him every day going forward. Even if it meant starting an impromptu tickle fight every once in a while.

“Well i wanna see him” you let out a huff and push yourself off the couch and towards the front door to sarah's house where you were currently staying.

Without a noise of disagreement bucky is up and following behind you, leaving the tv to continue playing the random show. As you open the front door you were met with the beautiful sight of Sam Wilson in the front yard.

Gray muscle tee glued to his skin from the sweat dripping down his body. Black basketball shorts hung a bit low on his hips. Veins popping out of his arms and neck, a very determined expression plastered on his face. “Oh fuck” a growl falls past sams lips as he watches the shield fall where he threw it when it hadn’t returned how he planned. As the small sound rings in your ears you share a look with the boyfriend at your side. A knowing look as his pants tighten and you clench your thighs. A very spacey and starry eyed look, both ogling your boyfriend.

Bucky gives you a small nod before calling out for sam. Turning around to be met with his girlfriend and boyfriend stood staring at him, pupils blown. “What’s up? You okay baby?” He looks towards Bucky first as he was the one to call out to him. Bucky gives a quick short nod as he stalks his way over to the younger man. “Kitten? What’s up with you guys?” His attention was on you now.

As bucky reaches him and starts to kiss up the side of his neck you speak up. “Sammy we missed you” you pull a fake pout as you walk off the porch to the boys standing in the middle of the yard. “I’m just out here training, guys you could’ve come and watched” the younger man's face still held one of confusion as the older kept up his pecks and nips at his neck.

Finally stood in front of them, you place one hand on the younger's chest sliding it down and the other on the oldests side. “We miss you another way” you whine as your hand drifts towards his soft cock confined in his shorts.

Bucky lips up sams neck to his ear and begins to whisper. “You just look too good all sweaty from training babe, can’t help ourselves” Buck explained with little kisses as his hand slips around Sams waist to pull the younger boys back against his chest.

You watch as Sam's eyes darkened with lust, void of any confusion now. He stops your nibble and sneaky fingers from their attempt of freeing his now leaking cock right here in the lawn. “God the two of you are incorrigible, naughty little kitten who can’t keep her hands to herself” he growls and uses his grip on your wrist to pull your body against his chest. “And a needy puppy that can’t keep his lips off me or his tongue in his mouth” he scoffs and shakes his head as Bucky doesn’t stop his mouth's assault of Sam's neck.

“Both of you inside the house now before I punish you both right here on the grass” sams order falls to deafen ears as both you and buck were blinded with lust.

“Now.”

That small word coming out so deep it rumbled both yours and the older man's chest, causing you to move. You and buck scramble to untangle your bodies from the raven haired boy and get inside as fast as the two of you can.

“I would say yes, but the last time you asked to ‘help’ you ate half the batter behind my back,” you teased, pointing the whisk at him accusingly. “You can help by raking the leaves like you promised you would.”

“How can I go rake outside when you’re in here making delicious cookies?” he whined, gazing longingly into the bowl.

“Simple. Go out that door, go to the shed, pick up the rake, and rake the leaves,” you suggested facetiously, smirking. Scowling, Bucky reached over and pinched your waist, eliciting a squeak as you swatted at his hand. “Hey! None of that!”

“Why not? It’s cute,” he argued. You tapped his hand gently with the whisk when he moved to tickle you again, smearing a bit of cookie dough on his finger. “Perfect!” He lifted his hand to his mouth, licking the dough off his finger with a grin.

“Ugh. Sometimes I think I’m dating a child,” you teased, turning around to prepare your baking sheet. You glanced over your shoulder, scolding Bucky as you saw him stick his finger into the mixing bowl and scoop up a dollop of cookie dough. “Hey! Hands out of the bowl!”

“You’re no fun.” He glowered at you as he ate the small amount of dough he was able to swipe behind your back. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head with an involuntary smile on your face.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say to your girlfriend while she’s making you cookies.”

“Making me cookies? Then why can’t I eat the batter?”

“Because then I can’t make the cookies.” You swatted at his hand again as you caught him inching it toward the bowl out of the corner of your eye. “No! No more!”

“You should really take it as a compliment, doll,” he insisted. “Your baking is just so irresistible, I can’t wait for it to finish baking. So, I don’t.” His metal hand darted past you before you could stop him, scooping up another finger full of cookie batter and shoving it in his mouth.

“Alright, that’s it. Out, out, out!” You grabbed his shoulders and turned him around, pushing him toward the door. “Go rake the leaves! I’ll tell you when the cookies are baked.”

“Fine. I’ll go. All alone. By myself. With no one to keep me company.” He offered you a pouting look, but you stood firm, folding your arms across your chest and tilting your head toward the door. With a final sigh, he turned and went outside, muttering about how you never let him have any fun.

You and Bucky had been dating for a few months now, and he frequently visited you at your place so you wouldn’t have to constantly be surrounded by the other Avengers in the tower. The two of you had met at the gym you frequented; he had been working out on the treadmill while you did some squat reps across the room on one of the squat racks. You had caught his eye – maybe because you were lifting 180 pounds, or maybe because he found you attractive, or maybe both. Either way, you’d begun to notice he had started showing up more frequently around the same times you usually worked out. It was hard not to notice him, not just because of the obvious metal arm he sported, but because his blue eyes were often fixed on you while he was doing his own workout.

After a month of him staring at you from afar, you finally confronted him one day, standing tall in front of him as he worked out his upper arms on one of the weight machines (or, upper arm, really, since he couldn’t really ‘work’ his metal one). He had smiled sheepishly, apologizing for making you feel uncomfortable. You assured him he hadn’t – you just wanted to know why. It was then that he asked you out to dinner, and you’d agreed without a second thought.

The pair of you had a lot in common, considering he was an Avenger and you were just an ordinary, everyday woman living in an ordinary, everyday house. Clearly, you both enjoyed working out at the gym, but you also learned he enjoyed Thai food as much as you did. He was excited to learn you enjoyed watching horror films, and he loved to eat your baked goods, which had to count for something. Under his rough, quiet façade, he was really very playful and sweet. You had never been happier in a relationship.

You scooped the cookie dough into balls and laid them out on the baking sheet, popping it in the oven to bake. While you waited, you washed the dishes you’d made in the sink, watching Bucky through the kitchen window as he raked the leaves in your backyard into one large pile. It was sweet of him to offer to help with the yardwork, you knew. You’d be certain to join him outside shortly to help out.

When the cookies had finished baking, you set them out on the cooling rack and headed to the back door to join Bucky outside while they cooled. A quick glance around the yard told you he must be in the shed – he was nowhere to be seen. As your eyes scanned the area, they landed on the large pile of leaves he’d created in the center of the yard, already having raked up about half of them. A mischievous idea took shape in your head, and you began silently walking toward the pile, keeping your eyes fixed on the shed door in case he came back out. With bated breath, you waded carefully into the center of the pile, sitting down in the center and scooping the leaves up over your lap. When your lower body was concealed by leaves, you laid back and pulled more leaves from either side of you over your upper half, leaving only a small opening over your eyes so you could see. To any passerby, this would look like a plain, ordinary pile of leaves.

After a few moments, you heard footsteps approaching from the direction of the shed. Trying desperately not to giggle, you held your breath so as not to make the leaf pile rise and fall with your chest as you waited for Bucky to come close enough. You heard loud crinkling as he opened one of the large, paper leaf bags, setting it down before squatting beside the leaf pile to scoop some up in his arms.

“BOO!”

“AHH!”

Bucky fell backward onto his rear in surprise as you sat up, launching leaves into the air with the momentum. His eyes were wide as saucers, all the leaves he’d just scooped up strewn about on the ground around him. You threw your head back and laughed, leaning backward into the leaf pile.

“Yohohou looked sohoho scared!!” you giggled, clutching your stomach as your abdominal muscles tightened in your hysterics.

“Because I WAS scared!!” he exclaimed indignantly. “And you RUINED my leaf pile!!”

“I couldn’t resist!” you insisted, sitting up a little and propping yourself up on your elbows. “I needed to get you back for trying to eat my cookie dough.”

“I was raking YOUR leaves! And you had to get me back for eating a few scoops of cookie dough??”

You nodded, grinning. “You always eat the cookie dough before I get to bake it!”

“That doesn’t warrant scaring me from MY leaf pile!!” Bucky looked so offended, you couldn’t help but start laughing again, falling backward into the pile of leaves. “Oh-ho, you are ASKING for it!”

“For wha- BUCKYHYHY NOHOHO!!” Bucky dove into the leaf pile on top of you, shoving his hands up under your arms and wriggling his fingers into the soft skin through your sweater before you had a chance to clamp them to your sides. “BUCKY THAT’S NOT FAHAHAIR!”

“Not fair? You’re the one who just attacked me from a leaf pile! I think it’s only fair…” Bucky’s human hand darted down to claw into your belly for emphasis, making you shriek, “… that you get to endure my favorite kind of attack.”

“AHAHAH BUCKY YOU’RE SUHUHUCH A JERK!” Grasping his human hand in both of yours, you tried to shove his fingers away from your belly, keeping your arm clamped down to protect as much of your underarm from his metal fingers as possible. The super soldier serum made it all too easy for him to evade your hands, slipping his fingers under the hem of your sweater to flutter against the bare skin of your belly. Throwing your head back, you giggles became hysterical as you swatted feebly at his hand.

“Muahaha! You can’t stop me now!” Bucky did his best impression of a maniacal laugh, pulling his metal arm from under your arm and sliding it under your sweater to dig at your side.

“BU-AHH-BUCK IT’S COHOHOLD!” Growing desperate, you threw your hands out toward Bucky’s sides and squeezed rapidly, praying for a reaction.

“Pshh-ahahah hehey!” he spluttered, ceasing his attack and retracting his arms to block his sides.

“Oho my GOD, Bucky – you’re ticklish??” You scribbled rapidly up his ribcage, giggling as he curled in on himself and grasped at your wrists. “How have I not found out about this??”

“Ihit’s nohot – HEHEY!” Bucky rolled away from you onto his back, yelping as you grasped his hips and dug your thumbs into the bones. “IT’S NOHOT exactly sohomething I ADVERTISE!”

“Aww, Bucky, you’re so adorably ticklish! Wait, where’s your tickle spot??” you demanded, scratching one hand into his belly while you let the other travel up higher toward his underarm.

“Oho no you dohon’t!!” Bucky reached around to dig his fingertips into the backs of your ribs, and you collapsed in a fit of laughter on top of him. He wrapped his arms tighter around your torso, reaching around to the opposite sides of your ribcage with each hand, scratching and clawing deep into the crevices and spaces between the bones with you pinned helplessly to his chest.

“NOHAHAH BUCKY PLEHEHEASE!!” You lowered your arms to grab for his sides, but he caught on, slipping his fingers beneath your arms to pinch at your uppermost ribs. With a shriek, you pressed your arms to your sides to block his tickling fingers. He rolled to pin you underneath him again, continuing his assault under your arms and smirking at the sound of your hiccupy giggles.

You could feel leaves getting tangled in your frizzed hair, but you couldn’t care less. As overwhelming as the sensation of Bucky’s fingers pinching ruthlessly under your arms and around your upper ribs, you felt safe and warm wrapped up in his arms. It was exactly this sort of silliness that you absolutely adored about your relationship, knowing that you were the only one who could bring this side out of the brooding super soldier.

“Just give in, doll. You can’t beat me,” Bucky teased in your ear, causing heat to creep from your cheeks up to the tips of your ears. On a whim, you dug your fingertips into the backs of his sides, lifting your head just enough to press ticklish kisses to his neck. His reaction shocked you, having never heard such bright and happy laughter from the sullen soldier.

“Oho, you think so, do you?” You clung to him as he tried to lift himself off of you and off the ground, kneading your fingertips into that spot on the backs of his sides that seemed to have him writhing. The kisses at his neck only seemed to make it all worse, causing his shoulder to shrug up to try to block your lips from reaching the sensitive skin.

“Wahait… pl-ahaha-plehehehease!”

“Oh my gosh, did I just make THE Bucky Barnes beg? Is this your tickle spot??” You squeezed a little harder at his sides to point it out, making him jolt and roll hard, dragging you on top of him. He had leaves in his hair too, small torn fragments and twigs sticking out randomly here and there.

“It’s not – but you’ll never have the chance to find it now,” he growled playfully, rapidly rolling to pin you on your back and sitting up a bit to get out of reach of your tickling fingers before scratching at the fronts of your hips just above your waistline.

“BuckYYY!” you screeched, closing your hands around his wrists in a feeble attempt to push them away. “OKAY, OKAHAHAY!! WAHAHAIT!!”

He stilled his fingers, sitting back to allow you to sit up and catch your breath. Your chest was heaving, abdominal muscles positively aching from laughing so hard for so long. You blew a stray piece of hair out of your face, eliciting a laugh from your boyfriend as he reached up to pull a leaf out of your hair behind your ear.

“Alright there, doll?” he asked, a bright smile on his face. You nodded, knowing based on how your cheeks were hurting that your smile mirrored his. It was childish and absurd, but you hadn’t had this much fun in such a long time. “Did you learn your lesson yet?”

“Excuse me! My lesson??” You gasped, feigning offence. “The only lesson I learned is that you are super ticklish, super soldier!”

Bucky opened his mouth to retort, but you had one last trick up your sleeve, darting your hands down to grab hold of that sensitive muscle above his knees and pinch at it rapidly. He practically exploded in a burst of surprised laughter, grabbing your wrists and pushing them away from his knees almost immediately.

“H-how did you know?” he asked incredulously.

“I didn’t. But now I do,” you smirked. “I do believe I found your tickle spot.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed, an evil grin crossing his face. “You forget that I already know yours.”

Your eyes widened, preparing to protest, but his hands were on you in an instant, scribbling into the spot in the very center of your belly just below where your ribs began. With a final shriek of ticklish agony, you began shaking with silent laughter, muscles going completely limp under his fingertips. Bucky’s teasing blue eyes made your heart pound against your ribcage and your face start to burn.

“I think I’m going to call this your ‘off button’ doll – you just completely melt when I tickle you right here,” he hummed, scratching around the torturous spot with two fingers on each hand. Your eyes squeezed shut, hand tapping weakly against his to nonverbally tell him you were exhausted. He threw in a couple more ticklish pokes before letting up, beaming down at your flustered, frazzled form.

“Bu-hic­-Bucky Barnes… that -hic- was SO mean!” you whined, sitting up and brushing the leaves off your arms that had stuck to your sweater.

“Oh, you know you loved it,” he teased, kissing your cheek. “Otherwise, you’d have told me to stop.”

“Likewise, super soldier,” you countered with a smirk, poking him in the belly. With a chuckle, he rose to his feet, holding out his hand to help you off the ground. You brushed some leaves out of Bucky’s hair, giggling at the sight of him, with his shirt all rumpled and his hair sticking up randomly. He looked down sadly at the leaf pile, if you could still call it that, now that the leaves had spread around at least a few feet from where he’d raked them up so neatly. “I promise I’ll help this time,” you assured. “But first… cookies?”

“Ok, you can lift your head up now.” Sam straightened his neck, bringing a hand up to squeeze his own shoulder. “Now, put your arms behind your back and take hold of this resistance band in both hands, then squeeze your shoulder blades together to open up your chest.”

Sam took the stretchy band from your outstretched hand, performing the stretch as instructed. You placed a hand on the middle of his upper back to assess the positioning of his shoulder blades.

“Sink a little deeper into the stretch.” You felt his shoulders pull further back, then walked around in front of him to visually assess his form.

“Does this look right?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, you should feel the stretch in the pectorals, right across the front of your shoulders.” You had him repeat the stretch a couple times, then asked him to get down from the exam table to do some standing stretches. “Alright, you’ve done downward dog before, I assume? It’s a basic yoga position.”

Sam raised his eyebrows. “Do I look like the type of guy that does yoga?”

“Hey, you never know! It’s quite relaxing if you do it right.” You demonstrated the position for him, kneeling down on the floor and planting your palms on the ground in front of you before raising your back half up on your toes, lifting your hips to stand in an upside-down V shape. You stood back up and gestured for Sam to mimic the position.

“Alright, but you can’t tell anyone I’m doing yoga at my PT appointment,” he warned, crouching down on the ground to perform the stretch.

“You have to straighten your back a bit more,” you directed, placing your hands on his waist above his hips and pulling them back to help him straighten out.

“You’d better not be enjoying having my girlfriend’s hands on you, Wilson.”

You glanced up at the door to the rehab workroom to see Bucky standing in the doorway, his arms folded. Shaking your head with a laugh, you turned your attention back to your client.

“Buck, I hope you have a good reason for interrupting me while I’m working.”

“Is bringing you lunch a good enough reason?” he asked sweetly, holding up a container of take-out from your favorite Chinese food place down the street. You patted Sam on the back to let him know he could stand up, smiling as you walked over to take your lunch from Bucky.

“I suppose it’ll do.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. “But you can’t be distracting me. I need to finish up Sam’s session.”

“I’ll be quiet, I promise. You know I’m good at that.” Bucky sat down in one of the chairs by the door as you returned your attention to Sam, prompting him to lie down on the table so you could do some massage therapy on his shoulder. You worked your hands into the sore muscles around the joint, releasing some of the tension. Occasionally, Sam grimaced at a particularly sore spot, but eventually he relaxed again once you’d stretched the muscle out with your fingers.

“Damn, Barnes, I may need to borrow your girlfriend on occasion – she’s working magic on this shoulder injury,” Sam declared teasingly. You glanced briefly at Bucky, who was scowling.

“I suppose I’ll take that as a compliment,” you chuckled, finishing working out the last muscle across the back of his scapula. “All set, Sam. I’ll see you next week, same time?”

“Yes ma’am, thank you, as always.” Sam sat up, reaching out to shake your hand with a firm grasp before heading out. As he passed by Bucky, he patted him on the shoulder. “You’re a lucky man, Buck.” Bucky shot him a glare, but Sam merely laughed as he left without another word.

You busied yourself cleaning the exam table, wiping everything down and putting away the resistance bands you had taken out for Sam’s appointment. Bucky wandered over, a sullen, pouting look on his face as he watched you completing your cleaning ritual.

“You don’t have to look so grumpy, Buck. I’m just doing my job.” You walked past him to put the cleaning supplies away in the cabinet behind where he stood.

“I know it’s your job. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“Well, you also don’t have to come watch- Bucky! I just cleaned that, don’t sit on it!” Bucky jumped up off the exam table where he’d begun to sit down as if it had burned his rear when you began scolding him. “I appreciate you bringing me lunch, but if you’re gonna get all grouchy watching me work with your colleagues then I’ll have to kick you out.”

“Can you blame me?” Bucky folded his arms across his chest, the harsh lighting overhead glaring off the polished metal of his left arm. “I can’t help that I don’t want my girlfriend’s hands on other muscly guys. How would you like if I was giving massages to Nat or Wanda all the time?”

You laughed. “It’s my job to do massage therapy on – yes – other ‘muscly’ guys. If you were doing it, you’d just be being a creep.” Bucky let out a huff of a sigh through his nose. You stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I promise you, you’re the only ‘muscly’ guy that I enjoy putting my hands on. Even though it’s not my job.”

“Hmph.” Reluctantly, Bucky wrapped his arms around you and allowed you to press a kiss to his lips.

“Now, get out of here. I have Tony coming in 10 minutes for his appointment for his knee, and I can’t have you sitting there brooding in the corner.” With one last kiss, you released him, patting his chest gently with your hand. “Thanks for lunch!”

“Mm.” You knew he was going to go sulk in the gym for the afternoon, but you hoped he’d at least be in better spirits once you were off shift. Bucky was much more fun to hang out with when he wasn’t acting like a cantankerous old man.

You’d only been dating for a couple of months. Surprisingly, you hadn’t met him while on the job, even though you worked in the Avengers tower. No, you’d actually met him at a coffee shop down the street from the tower. You had gone in to grab a coffee on your way to work and had been in such a hurry that you didn’t notice the spill on the floor near the door. You slipped, dropping your coffee as you fell forward. Bucky had been entering the shop at the same time, and he’d caught you in surprise before you fell to the ground. Unfortunately, while you weren’t injured, your coffee was a lost cause, the cup having burst open on landing and spraying all over the floor. Seeing how put out you’d been about losing your coffee, Bucky offered to buy you a new one. You almost declined politely, but something about the earnest look in his eye made you agree to it.

When you’d both left the coffee shop expecting to go your separate ways, you’d thanked him profusely for saving you from a broken nose. He’d asked for your number. You gave it to him, and then both continued on your way, you to work and him to his home. Upon realizing it was the same building, you’d both burst into laughter. Flirtatiously, you told him you hoped you’d get the opportunity to see him outside of any physical therapy he might need. And, fortunately, you did.

A few dates later, and you’d decided to become exclusive. It was you who asked him, knowing he wouldn’t have the courage to do it himself. He’d agreed without hesitation.

He hadn’t really watched you work much, mostly because he’d never needed physical therapy in the time since you’d begun to work for the Avengers. He knew what you did for a living, and knew what it implied, but today was the first day he’d seen it, and boy was he jealous. You suspected that it didn’t help that it was Sam you were working with at the time. One of the few single guys in the tower, arguably attractive, and you had to work your fingers into his toned muscles. No, Bucky didn’t like it one bit.

That evening, you stayed at the tower for dinner to spend time with your boyfriend. It was a bit weird at first, hanging around with people who were your clients (oh, and were also superheroes, no big deal…) but the team had welcomed you with open arms. It had been a long time since Bucky had been truly happy, and you seemed to make him smile and laugh more in the two months you’d been dating than any of his friends had been able to do in years.

“How’s your shoulder, Sam?” Steve asked as he passed him the saltshaker at the dinner table.

“Much better today, thanks to her,” he replied, tilting his head toward where you sat. “Her hands work miracles, I swear.”

“Sam’s been complaining about that shoulder for months. You must be a miracle worker,” Clint noted. “Mostly because it’ll be a miracle when we don’t have to listen to him whining anymore.”

“Hey – look who’s talking, Mr. Ow-my-freaking-elbow,” Sam retorted, pointing his fork accusingly in Clint’s direction.

“That was a real injury! You just did too much weight-lifting one day in the gym and you’ve been complaining ever since!”

“Alright, children, settle down,” Tony interjected tauntingly. “Sam’s boo-boo is just as real as Clint’s boo-boo. No need to fight about it.”

Sam and Clint both shouted angry protests at Tony’s remark, but you’d stopped listening. This was a common occurrence in the tower – too many egos at the dinner table made for a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode. Usually, Bucky was one of the shouters, but tonight he remained silent. Your eyes flitted up to his face, which was molded into a brooding scowl as he glared across the table at Sam. He’d barely touched his food.

“Bucky, stop being such a grump. You need to eat something,” you urged, gesticulating to his full plate.

“I’ll eat eventually.” He stabbed his fork through a piece of meat with a bit more force than necessary, stuffing it in his mouth with an exasperated look that said, ‘happy now?’ You rolled your eyes, returning to your own meal as Nat struck up a conversation with you.

After dinner, you sat at the table for a bit longer chatting over the last of your glass of wine. Thor suddenly called your name from a few seats down to get your attention.

“I’ve been meaning to speak with you about scheduling an appointment. You see, my hip has been hurting ever since the mission in Scandinavia, and the medic has informed me that even gods can develop muscle strains.”

“Oh, sure! I’ll…” You stole a glance at Bucky, whose scowl had only deepened. “I’ll send you a list of appointment times and we’ll schedule something later, ok?”

“Thank you, kind maiden!” Thor bellowed, raising his glass in appreciation. You smiled politely, then excused yourself from the table to clean up your dishes. Bucky was still sulking at the table when you’d returned. Standing behind him, you draped your arms around his neck.

“Want to go watch a movie or something?” you suggested. Wordlessly, Bucky stood from the table, leading you to the small sitting room where others were less likely to join you.

He plunked down unceremoniously on the sofa, looking grouchy as ever. You sat down beside him, turning on the television for some background noise before turning to face him.

“Alright, Mr. grumpy pants, what gives?”

“I’m not grumpy.”

“Buck, you just said that in the grumpiest tone I’ve ever heard.” You rested a hand on his knee. “You’ve been quiet and sulky all day. I know you’re still not quite past the whole ‘me doing my literal job’ thing but it wouldn’t kill you to at least smile a little.”

“Fine.” He turned his head toward you, offering an awkward, forced smile. You couldn’t help but snort out a laugh.

“Bucky! You look like you’re in pain! That’s not a smile.” His fake smile disappeared in favor of a sullen pout. “God, Buck, I know you’re technically old, but you don’t have to act like a cranky old man.”

“Hey!” His brows furrowed indignantly. “I’m not a cranky old man!”

“Your face says otherwise.” Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “Look – would you be less grumpy if I showed you some of my massage therapy techniques? Free of charge?” you added with a wink.

“Hmm…” His face softened a bit at the offer. “Fine. I guess that could help.”

“Great. Then lie down on your back, I’ll show you some of the shoulder massage techniques I use for shoulder injuries like Sam’s.” You were careful not to phrase it to say that they were techniques you’d ‘used on Sam’ earlier, knowing he’d only glower more about it. Bucky followed your instructions, laying back on the couch with his human right arm closer to you, resting at his side.

“Now what?”

“Now I’m going to release tension in the deltoid muscle right here on your upper arm,” you informed, pressing your fingers into the meaty part just below his shoulder joint on his arm and rubbing circles into the muscle. He sighed a little, finally relaxing a bit. “How does that feel?”

“Fantastic.” He still had a petulant edge to his voice, but he at least was starting to sound a bit less sullen. Without replying, you continued to work and stretch the muscle in his shoulder for a moment.

“Alright,” you slid your hand over to the front of his shoulder, just below his clavicle. “The pectoral muscles also attach in your shoulder joint, which can cause tightness.” You applied pressure with your fingertips and rubbed circles just below his clavicle. Bucky tensed up, letting out a burst of air with a hiss. “Is it sore here? Maybe you have a shoulder injury?”

“No, no. It’s fine.” He turned his head to look away from you, avoiding your gaze, almost looking embarrassed.

“Ok… I’m going to try again, then.” You repeated the motion, feeling the muscles tense beneath your fingers the moment you applied pressure. “You sure this isn’t hurting you? It can be a painful muscle to work on.”

“Mmhmm,” he grunted, still staring at a nondescript spot across the room. You continued, not necessarily taking his word that it wasn’t bothering him based on his reaction. Slowly, you worked your way inward closer to his sternum. He suddenly shot his metal hand across his chest to grasp your wrist, stopping you.

“Bucky.” You gave him a stern look. “It won’t do you any good if you don’t tell me when something is hurting you.”

“I-it’s not, I swear!” he insisted, releasing your wrist.

“Then what is this all about?” Without warning him this time, you dug back into the same spot below his clavicle. He let out a few breathy laughs before catching your wrist again.

Ah.

The super soldier was ticklish.

You were careful not to let your expression give away your newfound realization, knowing he would overpower you pretty easily if you let on that you knew what was really happening. Instead, you waited until he released your wrist again, removing your hand from his chest.

“Clearly that’s too sore for you right now. Let’s move on, alright?” You motioned for him to turn over onto his stomach, climbing up onto the couch to straddle his hips once he’d settled in place.

“Do you do this with all your clients?” he asked teasingly.

“Only when they’re lying on a couch where I can’t reach their human arm,” you quipped. Knowing you only had one shot at this, you decided to lull him into a false sense of security and relaxation before executing your attack. “Your infraspinatus muscle runs across the back of your shoulder here,” you described, running your hand along the muscle. Applying pressure, you slid your fingers along the length of the back of his shoulder, from his spine to the shoulder joint. His muscles visibly relaxed under your touch.

“Alright, I see where Sam was coming from,” Bucky mumbled, his voice muffled in the arm of the couch. You merely grinned, saying nothing as you worked your way lower down his shoulder until you were sliding your hand along the bottom of his scapula.

“Ok – this next one is pretty sensitive, so just be prepared, ok?”

“Mm.” He sounded sleepy now. Perfect.

Drawing your bottom lip between your teeth, you ran your palm along the back of his shoulder once again, poising your other hand above his other shoulder. Quickly, before he could consider reacting, you dove in for the kill; you latched both hands onto his upper ribs and dug mercilessly in between the bones.

“HEHEHEY!!” he cried, bursting into ticklish laughter. The sound was music to your ears – you rarely heard Bucky laugh, and when you did, it was usually only for a second at a joke you told him or at the expense of one of his teammates.

“Bucky Barnes. Did you think you could hide this from me?” you teased, squeezing your fingers up and down his ribcage.

“YEHES!” His laughter was increasing in volume the more random you made your movements, and so you delighted in scribbling your fingers into his sides, ribs, and back, never staying in one spot for too long. He was trying to lift himself off the couch and throw you off him, but as soon as you noticed him plant his elbows down on the cushions and lift his torso up, you shot your hands under his newly exposed underarms and wriggled them into the soft skin. He collapsed in a fit of giggles, clamping his arms tightly to his sides.

“Ow! Bucky, that metal arm is painful,” you scolded, slipping your hand out from under his left arm and targeting his side instead, sliding your hand a bit underneath the super soldier to scratch at his belly. This appeared to be a big mistake, as he bucked so hard he threw your weight forward, and you landed with your front against his back. You moved your hands to push yourself off him but he was agile, grabbing both your wrists and sitting up with you on his back. With some maneuvering, he managed to turn himself around to face you without releasing your wrists. The look he gave you made you begin to giggle nervously, knowing you were in trouble.

“Still think that was a good idea?” he growled, but there was a playful edge in his voice and a mischievous gleam in his eye.

“Y-yes. I have no regrets.”

“Oh, is that right?” His eyebrows shot up at your snarky remark. “Well, allow me to change that.”

He scooted back a bit, grabbing both your ankles and tugging to stretch your legs across the couch, then climbed on top of you to pin your legs down. You looked up at him, wide-eyed, as his hands hovered over your belly.

“Tell me, doll – are you ticklish too?”

“Um, no, actually, I- wait, nohoho BUHUCKY AHAHA!” You didn’t get the chance to finish your fib as his fingers descended onto your belly, clawing up and down either side from your ribs to your waist.

“Now this is adorable. I’m feeling less grumpy already!” You grasped uselessly at his hands, failing to so much as budge his fingers away from your ticklish torso despite using all your strength to push at him.

“THIS ISN’T FAHAHAIR! YOU’RE A SUPER SOLDIER- AHH BUCK NOHOHOHO!” The grin on his face was almost sinister as he slipped his metal hand beneath the hem of your shirt, his cold metal fingers dancing across the bare skin of your belly and side.

“What’s the matter? Is this spot sore?” he teased, repeating your question earlier. You merely swatted at his hands in response, overcome with hysterics. He clicked his tongue. “Better work the muscles a bit more, then, don’t you think?”

Slipping his other hand beneath your shirt, he positioned his thumbs over the sides of your belly, wrapping his fingers around your sides just above your hips. You let out a screech when he began squeezing, his thumbs kneading into the soft skin where your sides became your stomach, his fingers digging into each side.

“B-BUCK – AHAHA – I – I CAHAN’T!” You threw your head back and screamed when his thumbs dug into the front of your hips, kneading circles just beside the bones.

“Hmm. You’re awfully ticklish, doll. You’d think someone as ticklish as you would think twice before messing with their super soldier boyfriend.”

“YOU – AHHAHA – YOU WERE GRUHUHUMPY!!”

“Yes, and now I’m not, all thanks to you!” He slid his hands up to pinch at your lower ribs with his thumb and index finger. You were able to reel in your laughter a touch, dissipating to light, rapid giggles. “Eh. This spot is boring. Where else are you ticklish?”

“Ihi – I’m not telling you thahat you asshole!” you refused, wrapping your arms around your torso to block as much ticklish skin as you could.

“Fine – looks like I’ll have to find out for myself.” Bucky winked at you, releasing your ribs before scooting back to sit on your shins. “How about here? You must carry tension in your legs, right? Allow me to take care of that for you.”

“Buck – no, I swehehear to goHAHAHA NOHOHO!!” He began squeezing up and down your thighs just above your knees, paying extra attention to dig his thumbs into the soft skin on your inner thigh right above the joint.

“Tsk, tsk. Just as I suspected. Very tense.” He rotated his wrists to scratch his fingers into the same spot on your inner legs, depriving you of all coherent thought. You sat up to try to pry his hands off of you, but a few well-placed pokes to the belly had you falling back against the couch cushions.

“BUHU… I… AHAH MEHERCY!” you pleaded breathlessly.

“Alright, alright.” He stopped squeezing at your legs, grinning giddily at your bright, scrunched-up face. “I’ll let you go, but one last thing first.”

“Nohohoo!” you whined, beginning to shout and protest when you saw him turn around and direct his attention toward your socked feet. “NO! BUCKY! BAD BUCKY!”

“Ahare you scolding me like a dog?” he chuckled. “Oh, I’m definitely getting your feet now.”

“Wait, I’m soHORRYHYHY!!” Your apologies came too late, as his fingers began fluttering along the bottoms of your feet.

“Wow, I barely need to touch you here! Just the slightest…” Bucky scratched ever so lightly with his four fingertips along the balls of your feet on either side, making you shriek and cover your face. “Such minimal effort, yet such adorable results.”

“THAHAT’S IT!!” You sat up rapidly, shoving your hands under his arms and clawing into his upper ribs. He stiffened, letting out belly laughter as he leaned backward into you. “OOF Buck you’re CRUSHING ME!”

“STOHOHOHOP TICKLING ME THEHEN!” he demanded, crushing your hands with his arms as you continued to vibrate your fingertips into his ribs.

“Only if YOU stop!!” you bartered.

“FINE! OKAHAHAY!! YOU WIN!” You stopped tickling him, sliding your hands out from under his arms with great difficulty before he finally sat back up to lift his weight off of you. He lifted himself off your legs so you could curl them into yourself protectively, smoothing your hair with your hands. “Truce?”

“Truce.” You shook hands with him with a laugh, then leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. “At least until the next time you’re acting like a cranky old man.”

“Watch yourself; I know exactly how ticklish you are now,” he warned, squeezing your side once as a warning.

“OKAHAY! Ok I’m done I promise!” You held your hands up in front of you protectively. “Seriously, though. You can’t get all grouchy every time you see me doing my job. I promise you; I’ll save the more… intimate types of massages for you, and only you.”

“Alright. I trust you.” He sighed, smiling weakly. “I guess I’m just a little worried you’ll decide you like one of my colleagues better. They’re all… kind, and handsome, and accomplished, and I’m… just me.”

“Buck.” You took both his hands in yours, gazing fiercely into his eyes. “You aren’t just anything. You’re funny, you’re caring, you’re passionate… sure you’re a little rough around the edges, and sometimes you’re a grump. But you’re my grump.”

“Thanks.” He beamed, a bit of red dusting his cheeks.

“Now then – I’d better get going. I’ve got an early morning tomorrow.” You stood up from the couch, stopping when Bucky’s hand clasped around yours.

“You could… stay. If you wanted to.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his other hand, gazing up at you with hope in his eyes. “You wouldn’t have to walk to work in the morning… save you some time.”