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hannahg365 · 4 days ago

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Hi lovely! Here’s my ask: Bucky and reader have been pinning for each other nonchalantly for a while but reader says something that causes Bucky to throw them over his shoulder and threatens to tickle the shit out of them (and then does it after seeing how flustered they are). Feelings get confessed, weaknesses are exposed, it’s a whole plate of fluff. 🥰😘

hell. why not? This prompt is so fun - thanks, anon! hope you enjoy x

Predictable

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (no pronouns used)

Word count: ~1500

Content / warnings: swearing, kissing, tickle fic

minors dni: this work does not contain smut, but does contain a romantic and intimate storyline between the reader and an adult-aged character. I am not comfortable with engagement from anyone under the age of 18. Thank you for your understanding and respect.

The hallway was quiet except for the sharp click of your boots and the heavy, measured steps of Bucky Barnes beside you. The mission briefing had ended, the others scattering to their own quarters, leaving you and him walking under the hum of fluorescent lights.

“You’re quieter than usual tonight,” you said, casting a sidelong glance at him. “Bored? Lost in thought? Don’t tell me you’re planning another dramatic brooding session. Maybe in front of a window, rain streaking down the glass?”

Bucky looked at you, one brow quirked, his lips curling faintly at the corner. “You done?”

“I gotta say, you’re really sticking to the dark soldier aesthetic,” you quipped, hands shoved in your pockets. “It’s impressive. Very consistent.”

His lips twitched in the ghost of a smirk. “Consistent, huh? That your way of saying I’m boring?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say boring.” You turned to him, letting your grin curl just sharp enough to bait him. “More… predictable.”

He stopped walking, his head tilting just slightly, and the gleam in his eye made something in your chest tighten.

“Predictable?” he repeated, his tone soft, like he was rolling the word around to test it.

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek to suppress the grin threatening to spread. “It’s not a bad thing, Bucky. You’re… reliable. Steady. I can set my watch by your moods - glare, brood, occasional grunt of disapproval. It’s comforting, really.”

The words hung in the air for a beat too long, and you were suddenly hyperaware of the silence and tension stretching between you.

“What?” you asked, try to hold back a smirk. “Did I hit a nerve?”

His gaze sharpened on yours, glinting with something dark and teasing that made the hair on the back of your neck rise. “You really think I’m predictable?”

The air between you crackled with tension, each word a spark igniting the unspoken feelings lurking beneath the surface. You felt a flush creeping up your neck, but you held your ground, refusing to let him see how much his attention affected you.

“I’m just saying-”

Before you could finish, he moved. Quick as a snap, his hand grabbed your wrist and yanked you toward him. You stumbled, nearly cursing, before he bent low, braced his shoulder into your middle, and straightened, hoisting you up and over.

“Bucky!” Your voice came out an octave higher than usual, your palms pressing against his broad back as you flailed. “Put me down!” you hissed, your fists pounding helplessly at his shoulders as the world spun upside down.

He ignored you, his laughter low and dangerous as it rumbled through his chest. “Still think I’m predictable?”

“Yes! You’re-” Your voice caught, your brain short-circuiting when his palm splayed against the back of your thigh to keep you steady. The touch was firm, effortless, and it did unforgivable things to your ability to form coherent words. “Y-you’re shooting the messenger. This is completely unnecessary!”

“Unnecessary?” he echoed, his tone laced with a sinister amusement. “You sure about that? Because I think this is overdue.”

Your stomach flipped at the shift in his voice - low and teasing, laced with a playful edge you’d never heard before.

He turned a corner abruptly and nudged open a door with his boot, stepping into a small, dimly lit storage room.

“Wait, what- what are you doing?” you demanded, kicking your legs uselessly. “Bucky, I swear- ”

“I’d save your breath if I were you,” he said darkly, the door clicking shut behind him.

Your mind lurched. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

A slow, devilish chuckle rolled through him. “It means, smartass, that I’m about to tickle the shit outta you.”

Your brain flatlined.

You froze. Completely froze. For the first time, your mouth opened - but nothing came out. Heat flared across your entire body, and Bucky’s amused hum was like a spark to gasoline.

“Oh,” he hummed, patting your thigh like some cruel punctuation to your embarrassment, “that got your attention.”

“Shut up!” you finally spluttered, mortified, because now he knew. Now he knew, and you’d just handed him a weapon far more dangerous than any gun or blade.

His laughter was low, dark, and - gods help you - so unfairly attractive that it only made things worse. “What, did I hit a nerve?”

Your heart slammed against your ribs. Your squirming renewed tenfold, panic spiking through you as you tried to push yourself up off his shoulder. “Don’t you dare, Bucky Barnes! I swear-”

He unceremoniously let you drop back onto your feet, your balance faltering as you collided with his chest, still breathless. You shoved at him instinctively, trying to regain your footing, but he was already advancing, backing you toward the nearest wall.

Your face was on fire now, your usual sharp wit nowhere to be found. You’d never seen him like this - playful, teasing, free - and it was completely throwing you off.

You stammered, breath catching as your back hit the wall. “B-Bucky- no! Don’t-”

“You're really worked up about this,” he interrupted, his voice low and gravelly, a smirk tugging at his lips. The shadows softened the hard lines of his face, but his eyes… his eyes burned with something else.

He leaned in slightly, caging you in with his hands braced against the wall beside your head. “You’re nervous.”

“I am not,” you hissed, even as you felt your face go hotter.

The smirk grew. “I think you’re lying.”

“I’m not-”

"Predict this, sweetheart."

Before you could blink, his hands darted to your hips, fingers digging in with deliberate precision. Your reaction was immediate - a gasp, a choked laugh you couldn’t swallow back in time.

“No!” you shrieked, laughter already bubbling out of you as you squirmed violently. “I take it back, okay?! I take it back!”

“Too late,” Bucky replied, grinning like the devil himself as his hands squeezed your sides again. “Now I’m invested.”

"B-Bucky! Cut it out!"

“Cut it out?” he repeated, his tone mock-innocent as his fingers dugs across your ribs. “I thought you were tougher than this.”

“Shut up!” you managed between gasping laughs, your cheeks burning with humiliation and something dangerously close to exhilaration.

“Is this what you wanted?” he taunted, his voice dark and edged with amusement. “When you called me predictable? Did you want me to prove you wrong?”

Your response was lost in another fit of helpless laughter as his hands found a particularly sensitive spot just under your ribs. You twisted against him, but his grip was unrelenting, his body solid against you.

You let out a strangled laugh, pressing back against the wall as your knees started to give. “You’re- you’re cool! And- and spontaneous and - Bucky - fuck! You’re hot and mysterious and-”

He paused for a second, his grin sharpening as he processed your accidental confession. “Hot, huh?” he murmured, his voice low and entirely too smug.

Your face burned like the sun. “I didn’t mean- fuck, just forget I said-”

“Oh, no,” he said, his hands still firmly on your waist. “I think we’re gonna talk about that later.”

“Buck, I didn't-”

“Nope,” he interrupted, his fingers digging into your sides again, drawing another breathless shriek from you. “We’re not done yet.”

Your laughter filled the room, wild and unguarded, as you tried in vain to squirm away. He zeroed in on your lowest ribs, his fingers hitting angles that sent you reeling. You tried to hold on the desperate peal of laughter, but it echoed through the storage room as your knees weakened further.

“Bucky!” you gasped, your voice breaking as you gripped at his jacket to try and keep yourself upright, another shriek bursting through your lips when his fingers pressed into another susceptible spot. "Please! I can't breathe- BUCKY!"

His grin softened, and for a moment, the teasing melted into something quieter, something genuine. He caught your chin gently with one hand, lifting your gaze to meet his.

“Hot, huh?” he repeated, softer this time, his eyes searching yours.

The word hung in the air, a moment of suspended silence between frantic laughter and tension thick enough to choke on. You froze, still panting, your face burning with horror.

Bucky stilled too, his gaze locking onto yours. Then, slowly, his grin returned - this time sharper, hungrier.

His lips were on yours before you could think, a sudden, fiery kiss that stole the air from your lungs.

You melted immediately, fingers curling into the front of his shirt as he pressed you further into the wall, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your neck as he tilted your head back, the other gripping your hip. The heat of it was overwhelming, his lips firm and insistent. It was messy, unpracticed, and searingly real.

When he pulled back, you were breathless, still panting, cheeks aflame. His thumb brushed your temple, sending a shiver up your spine, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk as his lips grazed yours.

“Did you see that coming, too?”

You couldn’t help it - you grinned against his lips. “Yeah. From a mile away.”

Before he had the chance to retaliate, you kissed him again.

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hannahg365 · 5 days ago

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sukuna using tickling as a punishment for you

Sukuna had seen many things in his thousand years, but the sight of you in that outfit—tiny mini skirt hugging your hips, crop top exposing your belly-was something that caught him off guard.

He said nothing, of course, his face remaining as cold and unreadable as ever, but inside, he was far from composed. The sight of your thighs, the way your skin caught the light and the complete lack of regard you had for covering yourself... It sent a ripple through his ancient mind.

There was no way in hell you were stepping outside like this.Without a word, Sukuna closed the distance between you, his imposing figure towering over yours. You barely had time to register the shift in the air before his warm breath brushed against the back of your neck. He leaned in close, his mouth near your ear, voice low and laced with a dangerous edge.

"And where exactly do you think you're going dressed like this?" His tone was measured, as always but there was something primal lurking beneath the surface. His eyes traced the curve of your waist, lingering on the bare skin of your midriff. He wasn't used to seeing you like this and the sight was making something ancient and possessive stir within him.

You smirked, turning slightly to meet his gaze, but you could feel the tension radiating off him. "Out. Why?"

The corner of his mouth twitched but instead of answering, he moved closer, his four arms wrapping around you, two resting on your shoulders while the others held your hips. His grip wasn't rough, but it was firm, making it clear he wasn't in the mood for games. His lips brushed against your ear again, the faintest hint of amusement in his voice now.

"You're not going anywhere dressed like this." His voice was softer but still carried that dangerous edge. "Unless you want me to rip this ridiculous outfit off and remind you who you belong to."

Sukuna's crimson eyes darkened as they scanned your body once more, and you could feel the heat of his gaze, his mind conflicted between allowing you the freedom you always demanded and the overwhelming desire to keep you all to himself.

Your heart raced as his hand slid from your waist, tracing the bare skin of your belly with a surprisingly gentle touch. He was possessive, yes, but there was something almost protective in his actions, a side of him that only you ever saw. You looked up at him, trying to gauge his reaction, but his expression remained as unreadable as ever.

"I wasn't asking for permission" you teased, though your voice wavered slightly.

He chuckled darkly, his grip tightening just enough to make your pulse quicken. "You think you're in control here, little one?"

Before you could answer, Sukuna's hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look up at him, his eyes burning into yours. His thumb brushed your bottom lip, a silent reminder of the power he held.

"No" he whispered, voice dangerously low.

"You belong to me."

You pouted, your voice dropping into a playful whine. "But Sukunaaa-"

His eyes didn't soften. Sukuna wasn't one for indulgence, especially when it came to your little protests. Words didn't mean much to him; it was his actions that spoke volumes.

Before you could blink, he moved-too fast for you to register. In a flash, you were no longer standing but swept up effortlessly into his arms. He carried you with ease, not even a hint of strain in his powerful muscles.

The next thing you knew, you were being laid onto the bed, the softness of the mattress catching you off guard.

Your heart raced as you stared up at him, wide-eyed and stunned by how swiftly he had moved. You didn't even have time to process what was happening when he loomed over you, his expression unreadable, a mix of dark amusement and something far more dangerous.

"Sukuna, what are you-" you began, but your voice caught in your throat as your hands were suddenly pinned above your head. His grip was firm, but not painful, as two of his arms held your wrists in place effortlessly, keeping you at his mercy.

He leaned in closer, his face just inches from yours, and you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin. His crimson eyes gleamed with something predatory, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"You want to show off this much skin?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Then you'll get exactly what you're asking for."

Before you could respond, one of his hands, with sharp claws gleaming in the dim light, moved slowly towards your exposed stomach. His claw barely touched your skin, tracing the curve of your belly with a featherlight precision that sent shivers down your spine.

Your breath hitched as he dragged his claw just above your navel, so gentle it was almost maddening. You squirmed beneath him, trying to stifle the giggles bubbling in your chest but it was no use. A soft laugh escaped your lips as his fingers continued their torment, teasing the sensitive skin of your tummy with the lightest of touches.

"S-Sukuna, stop-!" you gasped between breaths, but he only chuckled darkly, clearly amused by your reaction.

"Oh?" he drawled, the corner of his lips curling into a smug smile. "I thought you wanted attention. You don't like this?"

His fingers continued to tickle, his claw’s grazing your skin with agonizing precision, just enough to send you into fits of uncontrollable laughter without causing any pain. You thrashed beneath him, helpless against the sensation, your body arching as you tried desperately to escape his grasp.

"I-I can't—!" you cried out, laughing uncontrollably, your whole body trembling from the tickling. "Sukuna, please!"

But he didn't relent. If anything, your laughter only seemed to amuse him further.

His other hand joined in, now lightly scratching along your sides and your legs kicked out instinctively as the tickling became almost unbearable.

"You're not going anywhere" he said coldly, his voice as calm and detached as ever, though there was an unmistakable glint of satisfaction in his eyes as he watched you squirm.

His touch was torturous-gentle, teasing and unrelenting. Every flick of his claw’s sent waves of laughter through you and no matter how much you begged, he wasn't stopping. He was determined to teach you a lesson, though this was far from the punishment you had imagined.

Pinned beneath him, powerless to stop his teasing, you couldn't help but feel the intensity of his gaze as he watched you, completely at his mercy.

Tears were beginning to slip from the corners of your eyes, your cheeks flushed and sore from laughing so hard. Sukuna, as merciless as ever, showed no signs of stopping. His body hovered over yours, his weight making it impossible for you to squirm away. Every ticklish touch sent waves of laughter through you and your muscles ached from thrashing under his relentless teasing.

Your breath hitched in panic when you felt his hand deftly slide to the back of your mini skirt. With a swift motion, he unzipped it, the cool air brushing against your now exposed skin. Your heart pounded as your skirt slipped down, leaving only your panties in the way, which did nothing to protect you from what he had in store.

Sukuna's eyes gleamed with dark amusement as he ran his hand down to your exposed upper thighs. He wasted no time, his clawed fingers gently squeezing and teasing the soft skin there. The sensation was overwhelming. The moment he touched your upper thighs, a scream of laughter escaped your lips, louder than before, uncontrollable.

He used his two free hands to grip your legs, spreading them apart with ease, his hold firm but unhurried. His eyes flickered with a dangerous glint, fully aware of how vulnerable you were now, your upper thighs completely exposed and at his mercy.

"No, Sukuna, please-" you managed to gasp between fits of laughter but your words were cut off as he continued to squeeze and tickle your thighs with cruel precision. Your body convulsed with laughter, your back arching off the bed as you tried to escape his unrelenting assault.

"You asked for this" Sukuna purred, his voice low and filled with smug satisfaction.

"If you want to flaunt your skin, then you better be ready to suffer the consequences."

He leaned down even closer, his breath warm against your neck, while his hands continued their torturous work, squeezing and teasing your trembling thighs. You were completely helpless beneath him, your body shaking with laughter so intense it was making your head spin. Tears streamed down your face as you gasped for air, unable to form coherent words as Sukuna's relentless tickling continued.

Every touch, every squeeze of your sensitive skin, sent electric shocks through your body and the more you begged, the more he seemed to enjoy it. He was merciless, his expression never changing from that cold, calculated amusement as he toyed with you.

In that moment, there was no escape, only the sound of your desperate, breathless laughter filling the room as Sukuna, the king of curses, teased you without a shred of mercy.

Sukuna's teasing only intensified as he watched you struggle beneath him, helpless and breathless with laughter. His crimson eyes gleamed with amusement as his hands slid up from your thighs, fingers brushing over your skin before settling on your hips.

He gave them a firm squeeze, and you erupted into another fit of uncontrollable laughter, the sensation too much for you to handle.

A low, satisfied chuckle escaped his lips.

"You wore this outfit on purpose, didn't you?" he murmured, his voice dripping with mockery. His claws dug lightly into the sensitive skin of your hips, sending fresh waves of laughter through you. "You wanted this. You wanted to be punished."

You shook your head, trying to protest but the words died in your throat as more laughter poured out. Your body trembled beneath him, powerless to stop his relentless teasing. Sukuna leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he continued to torment you with his touch.

"Don't lie to me” he whispered, his voice dark and teasing. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? You can't fool me. I can feel it,you wanted my hands on you, didn't you?"

Your eyes squeezed shut, trying to block out his words, but it was impossible. His voice was like velvet, smooth and dangerous, wrapping around you and making it harder to breathe through your laughter. Sukuna's fingers pressed harder into your hips, his thumbs digging into the bones and you could do nothing but scream in laughter, your body shaking uncontrollably.

He continued, his tone almost playful now, though the edge of control and dominance never left. "Look at you. You can't even speak. I think you're having too much fun." He laughed softly, as if this whole situation was nothing more than an amusing game to him. "Maybe I should make this last a little longer... after all, it seems like you can't get enough."

You could barely hear him through the haze of your laughter, tears spilling from your eyes as your body bucked against him in a desperate attempt to escape. But Sukuna's grip was ironclad and he wasn't letting you go anywhere. His hands squeezed your hips with precision, targeting your most sensitive spots and each touch sent you spiraling deeper into uncontrollable laughter.

The more you squirmed, the more pleased Sukuna seemed to become. "What's wrong?Can't handle it?" His voice was soft but mocking, teasing you with every word."You're not even trying to escape,are you sure you don't like this?"

You couldn't answer. Your chest heaved as you gasped for air, laughter spilling from your lips in broken, breathless bursts. All you could do was close your eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation and the sound of Sukuna's voice, his mocking tone ringing in your ears as he continued his merciless teasing.

For him, this was all a twisted game-one he was enjoying far too much and for you, there was no escape from his relentless torment, only the sound of his taunting voice and the maddening, unyielding touch of his hands.

Your laughter, once loud and uncontrollable, began to weaken as exhaustion started to set in. Each breath was ragged, your chest heaving as you tried to pull yourself together but Sukuna wasn't done. He watched you with that same predatory smirk, his crimson eyes gleaming as he took in the sight of you-breathless, helpless, and completely at his mercy.

He could tell you were nearing your limit but that only fueled his desire to push you further, to really make sure you learned your lesson. His face hovered dangerously close to yours and you could feel the heat radiating off his body. His breath brushed your cheek as he leaned in and before you could even think to plead, his lips were at your neck.

A shiver shot through you as his tongue grazed your skin, hot and teasing. Your body jerked in response but you were too exhausted to properly fight back. Sukuna's smirk deepened against your neck and then, without warning, his hands moved to your underarms, his sharp fingers and nails digging into the sensitive flesh there.

It was a sensory overload-his proximity, his tongue on your neck and now his hands relentlessly tormenting your most vulnerable spots. A panic rose inside you, and you thrashed weakly beneath him, overwhelmed by the combination of sensations.

Your laughter returned in breathless, high-pitched gasps, but now it was more desperate than before. "S-Sukuna-" you tried to speak between the bursts of laughter but your words were barely coherent. The way his fingers worked into your underarms, combined with the hot, wet sensation of his tongue sliding against your neck, had you spiraling.

Tears streamed down your face as you started to break, your voice coming out in frantic pleas. "I-I'm sorry!" you gasped, your body trembling under his touch. "I-I'll never wear it again! I p-promise!"

Sukuna pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his smirk widening at the sight of your desperate expression. His grip on your underarms tightened, his fingers digging in just enough to make you squirm helplessly, sending more shocks of ticklish agony through your already exhausted body.

"Now, now.." he purred, his voice low and teasing as he tilted his head. "That's what I thought."

He leaned in again, this time pressing a soft kiss to your neck, contrasting with the sharpness of his hands torturing your underarms. Your mind was spinning, barely able to comprehend anything but the overwhelming sensations as you continued to gasp and plead.

"You thought you could get away with flaunting yourself like that?" Sukuna continued, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Not a chance."

You were completely undone now, apologizing profusely between ragged breaths. "I-I won't! I swear, Sukuna, p-please...!"

He chuckled darkly against your skin, clearly satisfied with your response but he didn't stop. His fingers continued their relentless teasing, making sure you truly understood the lesson he was trying to teach you.

You had never felt more vulnerable, more at his mercy. And Sukuna, ever the sadist, reveled in every second of your torment.

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