#ticklish!trevor

[amazingmsme]

The Moderator and Monster are One in the Same

AN: I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope y'all enjoy! Thanks to the lovely anon who prompted this, I hope I did your idea justice! Not nearly enough castlevania love, & I hope to write more in the future! I'm obsessed with the thought of Trevor & Alucard being turned into a blushing, giggly mess. I just need these men to be wrecked carnally. But without further ado, please enjoy Sypha playfully hunting down her boyfriends to bully them!

Sypha had only been gone for a few minutes, maybe an hour tops. When she had left, things were fine! They were all getting along well enough, and she had even caught a glimpse of Trevor's rare smile when Alucard made a crude joke. So sue her if she thought they could be left alone together.

Because apparently they can't.

"Hey guys I'm back- whoa. What happened to you two?" she asked, gesturing back and forth between them. Her chipper tone immediately dropped into something more serious when she saw the way both men sat on opposite sides of the room, glaring daggers at each other.

"Why don't you ask him," Alucard spat, disdain dripping from his voice. Trevor prickled at his words, entire body tensing up.

"Me? You're the one who started it!" he snapped back, pointing at him accusingly.

"Well excuse me for getting defensive after you showed off your vampire trophies," he said, calm as ever, though Sypha could sense the rage boiling beneath his skin.

"I wasn't fucking showing off! I was digging through some old junk, I didn't know what all was in there," Trevor growled.

"Oh so a necklace of fangs is just some old junk to you? A mere trinket to gift children as a birthday gift-"

"Shut up! And for your information, we never saw this kind of stuff as kids! ...Not until we got older," Trevor added quietly, adverting his gaze.

"Right, that's when you'd come of age as real monster hunters. Bet you already had a mount picked out for the first vamp you'd murder."

Sypha was so shocked at the rate the fight had escalated, just from her simple question. She tried to interject, but each time she opened her mouth, she was cut off.

"Well that's a hell of an accusation!"

Alucard scoffed. "I don't hear you denying it."

Trevor blinked, caught off guard by his words. "You really think I'd do that?" Only Sypha caught the tinge of hurt laced in his words.

"Oh I don't know, the Belmonts seem more like a cult to me at this point. Brainwashing a child to do their bidding doesn't seem all that far fetched."

Trevor's hands balled into a fist. "Well fuck you too!" he yelled, taking a few steps closer to Alucard. "I never wanted any of this! You think I liked having that responsibility hanging over my head all my life?"

Alucard smirked. "Very much so, yes."

"Guys, cut it out!" Sypha managed to cut in, but was immediately talked over.

"You know nothing about me, or my family," Trevor said through gritted teeth.

"Oh I know quite a lot, actually. Based on how you fight, I'm honestly a little surprised they managed to kill any vampires. Even if they were twice as skilled as you, it's no wonder they were wiped out."

"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Sypha yelled over the heated argument, effectively shutting them up. "Seriously you guys, what the hell has gotten into you? I mean, you were fine when I left! Can we not have just one fucking day where you don't try and kill each other?" she scolded.

"Like I said, he started it," Trevor mumbled.

"That doesn't even matter at his point! You two were finally getting along, then I leave and you get into some stupid argument! You guys are honestly insufferable sometimes," she huffed, fingers running through her short hair. "I mean, would it kill you to be just a little bit nicer?"

"Yes."

"Oh absolutely."

"Oh no, none of that! What you said to each other was really fucked up, so I can only imagine what was said when I was gone." They both looked rather guilty, which told her all she needed to know. She crossed her arms, an unamused look firmly in place. "You're both gonna apologize," she demanded, to which they immediately protested. Sypha shushed them just as quickly.

"I mean it," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. They each mumbled a halfhearted apology, which was good enough for her.

"There, now was that so hard?" she asked, tone lighter. "Come on, I need help carrying a few things," she said, walking back out to their wagon where she'd bought a few supplies and food from the nearby market.

It seemed that even the small task of carrying in groceries turned into a pissing contest between the two where they tried to outdo the other by carrying the most bags in one go. As much as it annoyed her, she had to admit it was pretty funny to watch.

She expected things to simmer back down to normal after her return, but things still felt incredibly tense. The awkward silence stretched on for far to long and was only broken when she spoke up. They were in the kitchen preparing a stew for dinner, and the usual witty and playful banter between the three of them was nowhere to be found. Trevor and Alucard only addressed her specifically, intentionally going out of their way to ignore the other.

As she slid the last of the chopped vegetables into the pot, she came to a realization.

"Are you guys seriously giving each other the silent treatment? I mean, how old are you?"

"My mother taught me if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all," Alucard quipped.

"Oh that's rich coming from you," Trevor snarked back.

"Can you just stop bickering? The fate of the world is at stake and you two are fighting like an old married couple."

"Objection, that would imply that I actually like that pompous dick," Trevor teased. He hummed, looking him up and down. "Though now that you said it, he does look a bit like a house wife," he teased.

Alucard rolled his eyes. "Yes yes, and you look like a filthy slob of a husband," he shot back, falling back into their usual bickering instead of the mean spirited fight form a few hours ago.

Once the stew was ready and they filled their stomachs with warm hearty food, things had calmed down. Though Sypha could still sense Trevor's excessive moodiness and Alucard's quiet brooding. She breathed out a long sigh, grabbing their attention.

"What is it?" Trevor asked, arching a brow.

"I can't take this anymore! You two are supposed to have made up by now but you're still acting like pouting children!" she exclaimed, catching them off guard.

"I'm not pouting."

"Indeed, neither am I."

"Yes you are. But you have got to put aside your differences and contempt for each other if our plan is gonna work. So, I suggest some, team bonding, I guess you could call it."

Alucard let out an annoyed huff as Trevor leaned back in his chair with a loud groan.

"Not this shit again Sypha. Your icebreaker questions are dull and pointless, that we can agree on," he spoke up and Alucard nodded and hummed in agreement.

"No, this is a different kind of bonding. You see, if you spend all day acting like disgruntled children, I see no reason not to treat you as such," she spoke matter of factly and began pacing the floor in front of them. Trevor perked up in his chair, giving her a quizzical look.

"Eh? The hell's that supposed to mean?"

"You two are going to play a game where you're on the same team."

They both scoffed, but she continued. "Whether you like it or not, you're gonna have to start looking out for one another. Clearly you guys need some practice, so I thought I'd give you some incentive."

"What kind of incentive?" Trevor asked.

"Well, we'll be facing all kinds of monsters, so it's only fitting for you to help each other outrun one," she explained.

It was Alucard's turn to sigh. "What kind of monster got inside this time?" he questioned. It wouldn't be the first time a small demon managed to slip in through a broken window or cracked door.

"Oh no, there's no real monster," she was quick to assure.

"Then what "monster" will we be facing?" Trevor asked using air quotes. He took a sip of water, a bored expression on his face.

"Me! I-I mean, the most fearsome beast in all the land," she said, pitching her voice down an octave to try and appear intimidating. Trevor and Alucard locked eyes, a look confusion and amusement shared between them. "A common enemy to both of you I presume," she continued with the theatrics.

"Just get on with it," Trevor insisted.

"I am, sheesh! Keep that up and you'll really be in for it," she teased with a smirk. "Anyways, the rules are simple. You just have to stay out of the clutches of the ruthless tickle monster!" she growled, holding her hands up, fingers curled into claws and wiggling menacingly. Trevor stiffened while Alucard stifled a laugh.

"And that would be you?" he asked skeptically, fangs peaking out behind his smirk.

"Duh. Isn't it obvious?"

"I'm sorry, but you can't expect us to take this seriously," Trevor said, shifting in his seat. She flashed a smile and leaned in across the table he was seated at.

"Oh I'm hoping you don't. It's much more fun when you're already giggling in anticipation," she purred, relishing in the blush that spread beneath his stubble. "All you have to do is avoid getting captured. Should be easy," she said nonchalantly. She prided herself in being able to goad them into doing exactly what she wants.

"But remember! This is about teamwork, so you have to help each other!"

"Yeah, no. We're grown men, we're not playing along with your... silly little games. Right Alucard?" he asked, looking to his right for backup. But he was nowhere to be seen. "Alucard?"

Alucard was already running down the hall.

"Fucking coward," he mumbled, pushing his chair away from the table and stumbling to his feet, racing after him. "Wait for me you prick! We're supposed to stick together!"

Sypha cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted after them, "I'll give you a 15 second head start!" She let out an evil chuckle as she watched them round the corner. "This is gonna be fun." She counted aloud for them to hear before she began stalking slowly down the halls.

Trevor raced down the hall to catch up with Alucard. "Way to leave me behind back there!"

Alucard looked at him out of the corner of his eye and smirked. "Not my fault you wanted to stick around and chat. You really need to learn when it's best to just run. You do know what self preservation is, don't you?" he asked teasingly.

Trevor snorted and rolled his eyes. "Of course I do you ass," he said, softly shoving his shoulder. "I just. Thought she might be bluffing."

Alucard gave him a knowing look. "Oh really? You didn't just want to wait her out until she pounced?"

Their pace had slowed down to a brisk walk, but Trevor came to a halt, nearly tripping over his own feet. "I should offer you up as bait for that," he growled, looking away to hide his blush.

"Hm, can't say I'd mind all that much," he admitted. Trevor nearly gave himself whiplash with how fast he turned to look at him. "Oh don't look at me like that. I know you don't really hate it as much as you claim."

Trevor looked at him, mouth agape. "Wha- no I- I do not!" he stumbled over his words, making Alucard chuckle.

"Why so embarrassed?" he taunted, fangs glinting behind his smirk.

"I'm not embarrassed. A-and we need to get a move on, Sypha could creep up on us at any moment," he said, looking over his shoulders nervously.

"If she does, we can easily outrun her. Not that we want to," he boldly claimed.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," a new voice spoke up from behind.

"Sypha!" Trevor yelped, whipping around to face her. She was stalking down the hall with a downright evil grin on her face.

"Right, that's our cue to run." Alucard grabbed Trevor's hand and pulled him along as he flew down the hall. Trevor could barely keep up with his inhuman speed.

"What the hell happened to that cocky "I don't care if we get caught and tickled to death" attitude?" Trevor taunted from behind. It was Alucard's turn to blush.

"Hey I didn't say it like that!" he hissed. "But what fun is it without a chase?"

"Oh so you admit it's fun? In that case, might as well offer you up as bait." Alucard had no time to brace himself before Trevor pounced. They grappled for a few seconds as Sypha crept around the corner, ducking back behind it before they saw her. She quietly watched their playful scuffle, chuckling to herself. They needed this, especially after their fight.

Trevor grabbed him from behind, slipping his arms underneath Alucard's own and holding him still. Alucard squirmed around with a giddy smile on his face.

"Trevor you dick, lehehet me go!"

"Wow, laughing already? You really do make the perfect bait," he teased. He let a hand drift down to tease Alucard's waist, tweaking his hip. He yelped, a wobbly smile tugging at his lips.

"S-stohohop, we're supposed toho work together!" he playfully whined.

"We are! Can't remember the last time we got along so well!" Trevor taunted. "Now just laugh nice and loud to draw her out. Then, while she's busy with you, I can sneak up on her and we can turn the tables. How's that for teamwork?" he laid out his perfect plan all while digging his fingers into Alucard's armpits making him scream with laughter.

Sypha decided that was the perfect time to make herself known. "Oh that's a great idea. Except maybe next time, don't lay out your entire plan for the enemy to hear. And also, don't hang your partner out to dry," she said with a smirk. Trevor gasped and dropped Alucard like a sack of potatoes. Luckily he caught himself, standing to his feet and sporting a bright pink blush. Trevor's own cheeks matching the hue.

"Sypha! D-didn't know you were standing there," he said, a nervous smile plastered on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"That was your mistake."

They stood there for a moment, just staring at each other. Then, Trevor and Alucard turned on their heels and took off down the hall.

Sypha decided that she had let them run long enough, she didn't want them to be too out of breath, after all, so she muttered a spell and sent a blast of energy in their direction, knocking them off their feet.

"Not fair, magic's totally cheating!" Trevor cried out as he rolled onto his back. He let out a startled yelp when he saw her standing over him.

"I'd argue that using poor Alucard as bait is cheating too," she taunted, squaring down to be at their level and even going as far as to cup Alucard's chin.

He slammed his chin against his neck instinctively, biting his lip to keep his giggles at bay. She noticed and smirked to herself, fluttering her fingers along his jawline. He snorted, the blush on his cheeks growing darker.

"Ihihit's his idehehea! Get hihihim!" he whined. Sypha smirked, dragging Trevor back by his ankle to be even with Alucard.

"Oh don't worry, he has what's coming to him," she taunted in an evil purr. "Don't you Treffy?" she asked, tracing the shell of his ear. He snickered and shook his head frantically.

"Sypha c-cut ihihit out!"

She cocked her head to the side quizzically. "Hm? Who's this Sypha you speak of? I'm the tickle monster! RAAAAH!" she screamed as she lunged forth, scribbling up Alucard's ribs with one hand while squeezing Trevor's sides with the other. They both let out loud, giggly shrieks, curling in on themselves and weakly batting at her hands.

Alucard was trying to roll onto his stomach, but that gave her free access to his back, which she took full advantage of. She scribbled up his spine, eliciting a loud squeal that gave way to helpless laughter. Meanwhile her right hand was busy drilling circles over Trevor's hip. A stream of deep, rumbly giggles flowed freely, only broken up by the occasional snort. He was more focused on shoving his face into the carpet than anything else, only caring about hiding his quickly reddening cheeks.

Sypha threw her head back with a loud, maniacal cackle, fingers flying from spot to spot and sending her friends further into hysterics.

"Aaaw I had no idea you guys were so ticklish! Now I know the perfect way to make sure you two behave," she taunted.

"Ihihi do behehehave!" Alucard insisted the same time Trevor growled, "You better nohohot!"

"Why am I hearing talking when I should be hearing helpless laughter?" she questioned. Alucard giggled nervously, curling in on himself at the threat. Trevor was blushing redder than a cherry and failed miserably at hiding the embarrassed chuckles that poured freely from his mouth.

She slipped her hand under Alucard's shirt and scribbled her long nails against his toned abs. He snorted and tried to push himself away, but she had him sufficiently pinned. Meanwhile she was counting her way up Trevor's ribs, earning a string of creative insults through howling laughter.

"Wow, who knew the vampire and the monster hunter were such ticklish dorks!" she taunted, sporting a wide grin. They responded in unison.

"Ihihi ahaham nohohot!"

"Ohoho fuck ohohohoff!"

"Oh don't be like that! After all, you're so cute when you let yourself laugh," she cooed, reaching down to squeeze Trevor's knees, leaving him kicking and fighting back hysterical laughter. Needless to say, it was a losing battle.

She looked over at Alucard and smirked. "You too Alucard," she purred, skittering up his side, pinching his lower ribs. He shrieked and bubbly giggles followed after.

"Dohohon't patronize mehehe!" he whined, arms flailing around uselessly to try and shove away her prying hands. She tossed her head back with a laugh and walked her fingers up his ribs, drawing out shrill giggles and snorts. She was having fun taking them apart, and she didn't bother hiding it.

"Me? Patronize you? Never," she teased, reaching over to scratch up and down his other side, giving the same treatment to the right side of his ribs. "If anything, I'm complimenting you!" she chirped, crawling her hands up higher until she dove for his underarm. He shrieked and fell victim to shrill hysterics.

"Wehehell quit ihihit!" Alucard giggled, managing to squirm away a few inches.

"Oh no you don't!" she cried as she drug him back by his ankles, which gave Trevor the opportunity to roll away. She easily pulled him back into her clutches, wrapping her arms around both of their waists. Her fingers set to work, digging into pudgy sides and squeezing sensitive hips. Trever doubled in on himself while Alucard twisted side to side, each bursting into loud, carefree cackles.

"Oh you poor, poor things. Far too ticklish for your own good, you didn't possibly think you could actually escape, did you?" she asked tauntingly, scratching just below Alucard's ribcage with her left hand while the right was busy vibrating against Trevor's soft abs. Both men were blushing a rather dark shade of red as their laughter rose in pitch and harmonized. They even started begging in unison.

"Y-you cahahan't dohoho this to mehehe!"

"Syphahaha please! Have mehehercy!"

She smirked as they continued to writhe and shriek beneath her hands. "Oh I'm sorry, I'm afraid your friend has been possessed. She won't be showing you mercy anytime soon," she teased, snorting in amusement at her own silly antics. She really cracked herself up at times.

"Ohoho cohome ohohon!" Trevor half screamed, half whined through his laughter. She looked down at them, taking in their giddy, limp forms draped over her arms and decided they might deserve just a little mercy. She giggled out a sigh, hugging them tighter to her chest. She enjoyed the nervous chuckles that escaped from Trevor's throat as well as the bubbly titters that slipped past Alucard's lips.

She leaned in to plant a kiss on each of their cheeks. "I guess you learned your lesson," she caved, poking their tummies to draw out a few more giggles before letting them go. They were both panting and had to lean against one another for support.

"Remind me what the point was? Other than just giving yourself an excuse to torment us," Alucard deadpanned, but his shy, lopsided smirk remained in place.

"Oh, so you need a refresher already?" she teased, snickering to herself when he helped and clung onto Trevor for protection, not so subtly using him as a human shield.

"N-no, I'm good!"

"Yup! Teamwork makes the dream work, help each other out, yadda yadda yadda," Trevor added for "clarification." Sypha grinned proudly.

"See? My methods are foolproof!" she boasted, throwing her arms around her friends' shoulders. "And don't you guys feel so much better after playing and having a good laugh?"

"Ah, so you did have ulterior motives," Alucard noted.

"You say that like it's a bad thing! You two would've been at each other's throats if it weren't for me," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I would think a thank you would be in order."

Trevor scoffed, "Thank you? For that?" he asked incredulously.

"You're welcome Treffy!" she chirped, loving the way the blush returned to his stubbled cheeks.

"Not what I meant," he mumbled under his breath, letting out a disgruntled and embarrassed huff.

"Seriously though. I hope you guys realize how important you can be for each other, and how you need to rely on someone to have your back," she said, tone growing more serious.

"No, I get where you're coming from. Trevor and I can't let our petty squabbles interfere with a real fight," Alucard agreed. "Even if your methods are a little... odd."

She giggled softly and snuggled between them from where they all laid on the floor. "But the main lesson to learn from this, is that you guys aren't so different from each other. And you actually have fun together! At least when you let yourselves, and you aren't worried about centuries worth of family drama," she mildly chastised. They chuckled sheepishly, knowing she had a point.

"Noted. Play nice with each other, or else you'll tickle the shit out of us," Trevor taunted, still not taking the playful threat seriously despite the fact he had been screaming with laughter mere minutes ago.

"Shut up, I'm serious!" she whined, though she found herself giggling at his sassy remark.

"I am too," Trevor said, drawing the attention of both Sypha and Alucard. He cleared his throat, adverting his gaze to the ground. "Truth be told, I don't like fighting with you, Alucard."

Alucard perked up, shifting ever so closer. "No?" he questioned, voice soft.

"No, not really," he confirmed.

Alucard hummed, leaning on his arm for support. "Well that makes two of us." Now it was Trevor's turn to look at him.

"What?"

"I don't like fighting with you either. But, it just felt... normal to do so. Like, I'd be disrespecting my heritage if I was nice to you," he said, opening up for what felt like the first time.

Trevor nodded as he spoke, "Yeah, I get what you mean. I uh, honestly felt the same, now that you mention it."

Sypha looked between them, a happy smile etched onto her features. She reached out to grasp both of their hands. "Aw, isn't this nice?" she cooed, startling them out of their heart to heart. "See how easy it is to just talk to each other instead of screaming-"

"We get it Sypha!" Trevor groaned before giving a reluctant sigh. "I'll hand it to you; you were right this time. But don't just think you can get away with this," he said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

She shrugged and blew him off. "Oh I really don't think I have anything to worry about," she said, snorting in amusement. She was completely oblivious to the way Alucard's own expression matched Trevor's look of mischief.

"I wouldn't be so sure," Alucard spoke up from behind. A chill crawled up her spine at the warning. "After all, we just had a lesson on the importance of teamwork. Isn't that right?"

Sypha gulped and bolted down the hall.

As it would turn out, Trevor and Alucard make a great team.

#trevor belmont #alucard tepes #sypha belnades #castlevania #castlevania fic #castlevania tickle fic #ticklish!trevor #ticklish!alucard #prompts #now to start on tktober stuff #jk i already started (barely)

[theemporium]

Omg omg omg ok I would like a smut- berry daquiri ♥️♥️ but i cant chose between these prompts they both had me gagged so you can chose 😂 with jack please!

“you should probably hold on to something.”

“if i have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽 as promised to @hischierhoney, this is the stoner!jack blurb i said i would write after i handed in my assignment because he has been festering in our dms for the best part of the last week🤠enjoy!

22. "If I have to pull over, you won't be able to walk for a week."

note: PLEASE DO NOT DRIVE UNDER THE INFLUENCE!!!! DO NOT DO IT!!! THIS IS FOR FIC PURPOSES ONLY!!

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In his defence, you started it. 

Well, Trevor started it when he pulled out a packet of gummies—some new strand and flavours that he had been adamant was way better than anything Jack had ever tried before. Which, in the name of being honest, is a pretty fucking bold statement to make considering Jack has had his fair share of edibles, gummies and baked treats alike, during his time. 

But he bit the bait, taking one of the wrapped sweets from Trevor before the other boy turned to you. He wiggled his eyebrows, a shit-eating grin on his face as he offered a sweet to you. 

“Whadda you say, doll? Wanna try something a little stronger than Rowdy’s shitty sweets?” 

And you, far too proud and stubborn to back down from a challenge, took the bait too. 

After the first thirty minutes or so, it was fine. It was nothing extraordinary, nothing that made Jack feel like he had just experienced something revolutionary. It was like a nice distant buzz, one that was calming and soothing and slowly grew stronger, but it wasn’t scary. It was comforting. It was completely fine.

You, on the other hand, were a different story. 

Maybe it just hit you quicker or maybe it was because your tolerance was lower than him, but Jack didn’t really notice the way you curled into his side under the blanket. It was nothing unusual. You were sitting around a bonfire, the temperature was starting to drop and you had always leaned a little more into the touchier side when you had some weed in your system.

But it wasn’t until you had settled into the passenger seat of his jeep, an unwavering smile on your face as you turned to look at him as he pulled out of the parking spot, that he realised just what intentions you had in mind. 

“Baby.”

It was a choked out noise, one that got stuck in the back of his throat when you leaned over the console, your lips placing a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on a ticklish spot on his neck. The one that always sent a shiver down his spine. 

“Hi,” you giggled, your breath warm as it fanned across his still cold skin.

He swallowed harshly, expecting you to pull back and settle back down in your seat but you remained. “Can I help you with something?” 

“Mhm,” you nodded with a hum as you nosed along his jaw. 

He could barely fight the gasp that left his lips as you began to kiss along his neck again, this time your hand reaching down to rest on his upper thigh. You were shameless with it, the way your hand cupped the bulge of his cock in his sweatpants as you mouthed along his skin. 

“Baby, you need to stop—”

“I don’t wanna.”

“We’ll be back in twenty—”

“But I wanna feel you now, Jack.”

“Shit,” he breathed out, his head falling back against the headrest. His hands clenched the steering wheel, every touch and kiss and caress feeling like it was setting his nerves to explode with euphoria. “If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

He could feel your smile against his neck. “Is that a promise?” 

It was a promise. 

In fact, it was more than a fucking promise. It was a prophecy. 

Your head was spinning with the need and desire to feel Jack, to have his hands on your skin and his lips on yours and to feel every fucking inch of him. That need had been there earlier in the night, long before you even ate the sweet Trevor gave you. It’s always there, bubbling under your skin. 

But Jack was infuriatingly patient when he wanted to be. There had been a number of times he had proven as much, when he was hard and aching and rutting against the mattress but refused to fuck you as he licked and kissed and devoured your cunt, despite the way you begged to feel his cock inside you. He knew when to push his own desires and needs off to the side. 

And you honestly assumed he would do the same in the car, that he would indulge in you for a bit before pushing you back into your seat and telling you to wait until you were back on campus, that your good behaviour would be rewarded. 

You definitely didn’t expect him to actually pull over into some side road off the main country lane. 

And you definitely didn’t expect him to tell you to get out of the car.

And you certainly did not expect him to bend you over the hood of his jeep, his hands slipping under the cute sundress you had worn for the bonfire, pulling the skirt over your ass and sliding your panties down your legs until you were left bare for him. 

“Is this what you wanted?” Jack asked, soft pants escaping his lips as he watched the way his cock thrusted in and out of you, the way you took him so fucking well like you were made for him. “My needy girl, hm? Just couldn’t fucking wait twenty minutes.”

“Jack,” you whined, your cheek pressed against the cool metal of his car, your hands desperately trying to grasp onto something to hold but he was one step ahead. You could only let out a pathetic whimper when he reached for your hands, locking your wrists behind your back with one hand like it was the easiest thing in the world. 

“Can feel you fucking dripping all over me, babe,” Jack continued, the slapping of his skin against yours so loud and clear and it made your cheeks burn. “Bet you fucking love this, huh? Letting me fuck you where anyone can see. Maybe you want them to see what a good girl you are f’me.”

“I—” You choked on a moan, your eyes fluttering shut as his free hand squeezed your hip. “Please. Please.”

“Atta girl, baby,” he murmured, and you could hear the grin on his face even if you couldn’t see him. “Love when you beg for me, makes me wanna make my pretty girl come all over my cock.”

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[bordysbae]

35. "you're ticklish?!" with trevor where yall making out and he accidentally tickles you

“far from sorry”

trevor zegras x reader

🦋 BORDYSBAE’S 500 CELLY!

— ୨୧ —

you and trevor are sat on the couch watching a movie, when suddenly trevor starts kissing up your neck. when he reaches your face, you connect your lips to his and readjust yourself to be halfway on top of him. his hands move you fully onto his lap and they slowly trail up your legs and torso. when his fingers flutter past the sides of your stomach, you immediately squeal and pull back. trevor looks at you confused, and repeats the action with his fingers again. your stomach goes tight and you burst into a fit of laughter.

“you’re ticklish?!” trevor chuckles

“what? no! i don’t know what you’re talking about!” you sarcastically say, knowing exactly what’s coming next. his fingers then flutter all over your torso and you roll off of him. you’re laughing so hard that you feel like you’re doing an ab workout.

“trevor stop!” you say in between laughs. you’ve been squirming around so much and fighting back against trevor, that now he’s laying above you. eventually he stops tickling you, and you flick his forehead.

“what was that for?!”

“you can’t expect me to find out you’re ticklish and not tickle you.”

“say sorry,” you jokingly say

“oh y/n, i’m far from sorry. i’m using this against you forever,” he says before he suddenly starts tickling you again, starting the whole cycle of laughter over again.

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[ruiniel]

Sorry to hear you are not feeling well! Hopefully with plenty of rest you will get well soon 🩶

Here’s an HC ask if you feel up to it:

Adrian x Bold/Flirty Reader

- The twins never happened and reader just stumbled upon Alucard in the forest some day, stunned by his beauty and grace.

- Reader has an occupation that requires them to go into the forest from time to time, as kind as Adrian, he started to help them out.

- Reader developed a crush on him as they gradually got to know each other. Bold as they are, they decided to take the first move by… you guessed it, flirting. The kind that ends with his face tinged with the loveliest pink.

- Adrian is still mourning over loss over family and friends, and only sees reader as a friend (a close friend? And a pretty friend. He doesn’t even know anymore.)

- Reader’s tactics slowly working. He starts to crave your company like he does with Sypha and Trevor.

- He stares at your lips, sometimes your behind. Averts his eyes as dhampirely as possible when he catches your returning gaze and thinks you haven’t notice. You do.

- “Accidental” touches on his thigh when passing something over; warm, ticklish breath near his sensitive ear while you stand behind him when he sits and reads. He swears you are driving him crazy.

- He may just snap one day. And you hope it comes soon.

Thank you, I'm getting there slowly but surely. Going off about fictional people helps the morale, y'know?

Oh a pining HC, and bold characters are so fun!

◈ It might be that your attitude in time could draw the other side of him to the surface... one he hasn't had the opportunity to explore much beyond nighttime ventures through the wilds, chasing the malevolent things lurking there: the thrill of the hunt. The side that goes "Let's find out..."

Remember that?

◈ His instincts are just as sharp in his humanoid form as in his wolf form, and he feels it: the scent of your attraction growing stronger, the way you can't control the impulse to try and get closer.

◈ He's wary, at first. But there is honesty about you, too, and that has a scent of its own, comforting and achingly sweet. He knows he's taking a gamble by trusting you but let's face it, if his friends have been gone for a while now in this context, he's certainly more in need of someone to share his time with than even he can admit to himself.

◈ Besides, since your encounters in the woods become more frequent, you seem unperturbed by his nature, even after he's told you more of himself and some (not all) of what he's done.

◈ He still feels immensely guilty about how it all came to pass, and misses his family. It's a very confusing time in his life and he doesn't want to burden you with that.

◈ He's also afraid you'd want nothing to do with him any longer if he did tell you everything, all the moments he can't forget, the scenes that play in his mind's eye over and over.

◈ You don't seem to be deterred by anything though, and with admiration he takes his metaphorical heart between his teeth one day and sits you down one afternoon, under an ancient oak tree where you sometimes share your lunch.

It all goes pleasantly enough. At one point you try to reach for a bottle, propping your hand on his leather-clad knee for support as you lift yourself to grab a hold of the glass container.

When you try to remove your hand, he stops you, his own hand over yours. "Why do you do these things?"

Nothing gets past Alucard when it comes to danger and battle but navigating interpersonal relationships? Not his forte. He knows it, you know it.

And so, you swallow before you answer. "I Iike it. Touching you."

"Why?" His eyes are earnest, and you appear out of your element for a moment before his bluntness. But he really, really looks like he wants, no, expects an answer.

"Does it bother you?"

He ignores your question completely. "I wonder if your hand will still be here, after I share with you what I have to say." All easy manner is gone from his attitude.

You watch him, bemused, but your hand stays right where it is, on his warm, tense thigh. He's just told you in no uncertain terms: I know what you're doing. I know you want me. You're still processing that, but the words that leave your mouth are: "Let's... find out?"

He takes a sharp intake of breath at that, watching you strangely. "I never told you how I ended up alone, did I?"

You shake your head, and wait. And listen.

By the time he's done, you're staring at the patterns of the blanket, and he's regretting having broken the image you'd probably concocted of him in your head.

"People make mistakes."

Alucard raises his head. The warm hand on his thigh is still there. "What?"

"I said, people make mistakes. And people sometimes must make difficult choices for reasons beyond them."

When you smile at him, when you tuck a strand of errant hair behind his ear and suddenly hug him, Alucard stays perfectly still: with shock, with... relief? But his response is so fierce you sigh in surprise, arms winding around you and holding you there. "You're not running away screaming," he whispers in your ear, feeling the little shudder running through you. He likes holding you, he likes being held. He craves it.

"No, but you would, if you knew the shape of my thoughts when it... comes to you."

He'd love to pull your head back, to stare into your eyes as you say it. And so: he does. "My dear, dear friend... I want to know everything."

That was a mix of HCs and a scene haha I take no responsibility *blames it on the meds*

#alucard x reader #alucard castlevania x reader #castlevania imagine #adrian tepes x you #castlevania x reader #adrian tepes x reader #ruiniel:fanfiction #alucard x you #x reader #canon x reader

[hearts4hughes]

prompt 16 with jack hughes pleaseee

wakeboarding - jack hughes

jack hughes x fem! reader

100 followers celly!!

warnings: swearing, light kissing

notes: i don’t know if i like how this ends, but enjoy reading!

✨: “oh yeah? well then make me.” “my pleasure.”

gif is not mine

spending my weeks at the hughes’ lake house is always the highlight of my summer. i get to hang out with my best friends, luke and quinn, and my boyfriend, jack. this is my first year attending as jack’s official girlfriend, so the taunting and teasing from quinn and luke was at an all time high.

currently, i’m outside tanning, while the boys get ready to go wakeboarding. i’ve never been a fan of any type of surfing, especially wakeboarding. i tried it once and completely embarrassed myself. then, i tried it again, and even though i did good, no one let me forget what happened the time before.

“you coming with us, babe?” jack asks, jogging up towards me and sitting down on the chair next to me. i remove my sunglasses to get a good look at him.

god, he’s so cute.

“you’re adorable, but there’s no way i’m going on that boat with you.” i raise my eyebrows, pull a loud laugh out of him.

“c’mon! we won’t make fun of you this time!” he pleads, doing a fake pout. i giggle at his ‘very convincing’ argument, running my hand through his long hair.

“very convincing and i believe you,” i respond, giving him false hope, “but, no thanks.”

he throws his head back and whines ‘y/n’, really dragging out the syllables in my name. i mock him and do the same in return and a smile starts to tug on his lips.

“it’s not going to be fun without you. you have to come.” he mumbles as his big head falls into the crook of my neck. he lays soft kisses along my jaw and finally down to the ticklish spot on my neck. i bark out a laugh, pulling him away from my neck.

“oh yeah? well then make me?” i taunt. just as the words leave my mouth, i regret saying it. jack’s eyes light up like a child’s and i know exactly what he’s going to do next.

“my pleasure.” he grins, rising to his feet. before i can protest, i’m being thrown over jack’s shoulder.

“jack!” i scream, kicking, hitting, and wiggling, doing whatever i could to be released from his hold.

“what? you said make me.” he uses my own words against me and i can hear the cockiness in his voice. jack begins walking towards the dock, where the boat is tied up. i can’t see them, but i hear quinn, luke, and trevor all laughing as jack doesn’t even struggle to carry me.

accepting my fate, i go limp, allowing jack to carefully step onto the boat. once we are fully in, he sets me down. he stares at me with a big smile as i give him nothing, but dirty looks in response. the boat starts to take off and i sit down.

“you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” luke whispers to jack, causing a hardy laugh to come out of both of them. i send them a glare as i flip them the finger and mouth ‘fuck you’.

**

we’ve been out on the water for about an hour, before everyone convinces me to give wakeboarding another chance.

nervously, i step into the board and steady myself. trevor puts the boat in neutral and we begin to slowly move forward. for a moment, i lose my balance and wobble, but when trevor starts to speed up, i stay perfectly balanced on the board.

“oh my god,” i exclaim, “i’m doing it!” my eyes flick between everyone in the boat, making sure they see how good i’m doing.

quinn has his phone out, recording this for evidence- like i told him to do before. luke giggles, waiting for me to wipe out, and jack watches me proudly.

“you’re doing so well, baby!” jack encourages. he wears a proud and excited smile on his face as he watches me balance on the board.

just as i’m staying completely steady, jack steps onto the boat seat. my eyes go wide, “what are you doing?!”

i don’t hear his response before he jumps off the motorboat, knocking me off the board. my head submerges in the water for a moment as my life jacket brings me to the surface again. i blink the water out of my eyes, trying to get all my senses back. when my eyes fully open, i see jack laughing his ass off.

“you dick!” i yell at him, playfully hitting him in the arm. “i was doing so well.” i pout, trying to make him feel bad.

he giggles, reaching out to grab onto me. we stay in the cold water, wrapped around each other. his cold hands cup my face and he presses our lips together. he tastes like lake water and the mint gum he was just chewing. the kiss is short, but just as i pull back, jack connects our lips once again. we ignore the whistling and cheering from the guys on the boat and continue to enjoy kissing each other.

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[mrpldiddles]

deer in headlights

sooooo here's my first fic! it may be getting posted the day after halloween but i still wanted to share it hehehe so here it is :) i'll share the tiktok that inspired this fic at the bottom of the post as it deserves all the hype lol

since this is my first post i don't have a tag list or anything but if you'd like to be tagged when i post in the future, whether it's for trevor or any other nhlers i may write for, just let me know!

the ending for this one is a bit rushed but i hope you like it anyways! enjoy :)

word count: 1.2k

warnings: implied smut

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It was Trevor’s idea. And according to him it took him exactly two months and 13 days to talk me into it. 

“Absolutely not,”

“Come on, babe, it’ll be hilarious!”

“Are you forgetting how public your job is? Thousands of people are going to see it and thousands of your fangirls will be talking about it.” Was how the conversation went for the entirety of those two and a half months. From the end of August to almost the middle of October, Trevor begged and begged for us to use his couples costume idea for Halloween. And each time he got shot down. He even went as far as getting Jack, Cole and Jamie in on his scheming. Having them text me at the most random times asking what I thought of their costume ideas - all of them being the couples costume that Trevor continued to bug me about. He even went so far as to buy the materials needed to make the costume, using the argument of me not needing to buy anything for the costume. 

I didn’t cave until I walked in the front door of the apartment one day to find him attempting to make the costume himself and making a bigger mess than necessary. Construction paper and pieces of fabric were strewn all over the living room and around the hockey player sitting cross legged in front of the TV.

“Trevor-”

“Look, you don’t even have to lift a finger to make the costumes! All you’ll have to do is put yours on!” He exclaimed with a huge smile on his face and fabric glue smeared all over his hands and somehow his cheek as well. I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of my boyfriend looking like a little kid with their arts and crafts project.

“Alright fine, you win, Z,” I sighed, crouching down beside him as he let out a loud cheer. A laugh escaped my lips as he pressed a wet kiss to my cheek before turning back to the project in front of him. “I guess I can lend you some help,” I said, snatching up what appeared to be the costume intended for me to wear.

“Good because I actually have no clue what I’m doing,” Trevor said while managing to get even more glue and a piece of construction paper stuck to his face. I shook my head, laughing as I picked the yellow strip from his face. 

“That was more than obvious, Z.” He exclaimed in protest as I laughed to myself, focusing on the project in my hands and trying to decipher what my boyfriend had been attempting to create. Out of nowhere I felt fingers attack my sides causing me to drop the supplies and cry out in surprise as Trevor practically tackled me to the ground.

“What was that? Huh, babe?” He asked as he continued to tickle up and down my sides. My breath came out in gasps and laughs as I made some attempt to answer him and push him off of me. His hands paused, being placed on either side of my head as I caught my breath. I looked up to see Trevor hovering over me, his shaggy hair falling into his face as his eyes examined mine, a prominent smirk on his face. “Wanna take it back?” I hesitantly nodded my head, staring up at his bright blue eyes. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“Your arts and crafts skills could use some work but you’re not as hopeless as I would’ve thought, Zegras,” I huffed out. He seemed to consider my answer, his eyebrows furrowing and his mouth tilting down slightly. I cringed slightly, mentally preparing for my ticklish sides to be attacked once again as he continued to hover over me and keep me pinned to the floor. 

“Works for me,” he uttered moments later before he took me by surprise and crashed his lips into mine. My hands finding their way into his hair and one of his finding my hip.

Much to Trevor’s delight, we won the Ducks’ unofficial Halloween Costume Contest. My doubts on the costume followed me all the way to the Terry’s front door where Trevor asked if I was ready to head in. I nodded, mentally assuring myself that this wasn’t as stupid of an idea as I thought. Troy and Dani were the first to greet us as we entered their house and the costume automatically earned their approval.

“Y’know, Z, I didn’t believe you when you said you two would have the best costume this year but I think I stand corrected,” Terry exclaimed, clapping Trevor on the shoulder who smiled smugly at me causing me to roll my eyes.

“Let me guess- this was all his idea?” Dani asked me as our significant others continued to talk just off to the side. 

“What gave it away?” I asked, smiling. After a minute or two more of talking to the party’s hosts we made our way further into the party. Compliments and chirps were sent our way from the other Ducks and their significant others until we eventually found our way to Jamie and Mason in the backyard.

“I still can’t believe he talked you into this one,” Jamie said, sipping from his plastic cup.

“His arts and crafts skills were a cry for help, I had no choice but to step in and help the poor guy.” I shrugged, smirking up at my boyfriend who simply shook his head.

“Alright, come on, we gotta show everyone the full effect,” Trevor exclaimed, setting his cup down on the table behind Jamie. I begrudgingly took his hand, allowing him to walk me into the middle of the yard, earning the attention of the others around. I shook my head before pressing my hands to the two lights set in very specific spots on my chest, causing them to turn on. I couldn’t help but laugh along with everyone else at the sight of Trevor, dressed as a deer, staring blankly at the two lights. 

“A deer in headlights!” He’d exclaimed when he first told me the idea, explaining the entire costume concept.

“I think I deserve some sort of prize for thinking up our winning costume,” he declared smugly as we entered our apartment at the end of the night. 

“Oh, do you now?” I asked to which he nodded his head solemnly, his hands behind his back and everything. I shook my head, giggling before rising up on my toes to press a kiss to his cheek. “Maybe you’ll get lucky and find a prize in our room,” I whispered in his ear before turning and walking away to the kitchen, a huge smile on my lips as I heard my boyfriend gasp as my words registered in his mind.

“You’re a cruel, cruel woman,” I heard him mutter, smirking to myself. “Maybe that’s what we’ll be next year then. Cruella de Vil and one of her puppies-” Before I could finish my sentence I was scooped up into Trevor’s arms, a gasp escaping my lips.

“Hold that thought, doll, I want my prize for this year’s costume first,” he declared, walking towards our bedroom door as I laughed in his hold.

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hope y'all enjoyed that fic and want to read more from me in the future hehe :)

the tiktok that inspired this fic:

#nhl imagine #hockey #trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras fic #trevor zegras x y/n #anaheim ducks #halloween fic #halloween au #nhl halloween #nhl au #mrpldiddles #mrpldiddles fic

[achillestickler]

Here's the info on the latest updates at AchillesHeelArt!

Last week a commissioner wanted his hunky OC Flavio in another ticklish situation: this time locked into the infamous "Tickle Belt" from SpongeBob! His arch enemy the Velvet Knight delights in tormenting him with this new toy. Also that week a look back at a drawing I did of the "Laughter Digest Editor" an old website/newsletter devoted to tickling. The editor wanted a drawing of him being gang tickled for my interview article.

This week's drawing was supposed to be a spooky Halloween piece but COVID delayed it a bit. Trevor Belmont is stripped shirtless and barefoot and bound with his own whip by mischievous tickling demons who torment his whole body with relentless tickles. Will he ever escape "Ticklevania"? Also this week an old collaboration with Sloth from 2007 of a classic mafia interrogation scene. "An Offer You Can't Refuse" started out as a pencil drawing by me, laying out the whole scene, and sloth finished it off with inks and colors!

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[demigoddessqueens]

Main Masterlist III

Critical Role - multi party dancer!reader // multi party Father’s Day // little one afraid of storms // there was one bed 🛏 // modified memories // Song: Insider angst // saying I love you to them // sacrificing yourself for them // snowball fight

Vox Machina - Percy and you expecting // sick Percy // Percy and Vax wedding // Percy angst // sister of Everlight // writing, kiss prompts with Percy // prompt ask for Archibald // close call with Vex’ahlia // layers of clothes // supportive Vex’ahlia // Percy in the rain // baby first word // facing a meltdown // one year birthday // siren seduction // baby on the way // Orthax horror // Percy confessing to childhood friend // in the acid room // sibling helping with proposal // yandere Percy + Trevor // perchalia smut // Percy drabble // selkie reader // if baby VM cried // ticklish Baby VM // sacrifice for them // vex and shy reader // ADHD reader // vampire reader // scanlan soulmate // love song // vax’ildan angst // Vax saving you // telling them they’re the best // surviving with Archi and Percy // playing with Little One

The Mighty Nein - cowboy traveler // Caleb taking care of you // close call headcanons // caleb leaves you // Caleb and librarian reader // Caleb saving you // expecting with Caleb and Essek // Molly with reader and kiri // Marion and babenon with poison master // Fjord with familiar // Fjord as a father // Cadeuces with aroace reader

Crown Keepers/Bell’s Hells - birthday baby // secret crush on Orym // Dorian and Ashton expecting // reader saving Cyrus // Will and Orym proposal // hugging crush // unwanted visitor + MN // poly with Dorian + Dariax and Orym // bell’s hells baby antics

EXU Calamity/Rings of Brass - Loquatious headcanons //

Dune - Paul atreides HC’s

The Martian - mark watney smut

The Dragon Prince ✨ - Soren + maid!reader // Chitty chats

The Sea Beast - letters from the sea 🌊

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit - boromir angst

Exophilia 👹 - shadow monster

Star 🌟 Wars ✨- ahsoka + Ezra + Rey headcanons //

Spider Man NWH - yours, mine

Arcane/League of Legends - jinx angst headcanons

Blood of Zeus - heron headcanons // bubbly personality with ⚡️//

Assassin’s Creed - Christmas with the crew 🎁

Castlevania - drunken mishaps with VM and Cass // kissing headcanons // at the fair // pregnancy headcanons

Alucard - hollow knight sequel // dragon reader part 3 // season 4 Alucard // playing with Alucard’s fangs // hollow knight p3 //

Trevor - fatherly Trevor // Trevor vs wolf //

Hector - dragon reader //

Isaac - love story //

Genshin Impact - drunk headcanons // on your period // fluff + smut fic // pregnant headcanons // yandere scaramouche

Nezha Reborn - love at first punch

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[jmagnabo92]

It’s a Twin Thing - Ch 1

A few weeks after Hetty’s almost banishment, Trevor’s in for a surprise when his twin brother comes by for a visit.

AO3

***

Trevor sighs, contentedly, as Hetty cuddles into him.  Despite it being earlier than usual for the aftermath of the rendezvous, Hetty doesn’t immediately leave.  After nearly being sent to the woods for a year, they’ve both been rather clingy … not that either of them would admit it.

Instead, they just cuddle together sometimes quietly – they’ve fallen asleep on more than one occasion – and sometimes they’ll chat quietly about random things.  They usually take turns talking about what’s on their minds and sharing stories of their pasts.

Lately, he can’t stop thinking about his brother.  Although everyone knows that he has a brother now, Hetty’s the only one that he had mentioned Jeremy being his twin brother to (although Flower had guessed ages ago).  Their rendezvouses in the last month or so since the heir nonsense happened usually led to cuddling and Trevor talking about some story where he and Jeremy had attempted to pretend to be each other until they failed at it.  It was always a competition between the brothers to see who could last longer pretending to be the other – Trevor always claimed the crown unless it involved someone asking him to draw something.

He loved those moments.  He loved those stories.  He wishes that he could relive those days, those times.  He misses Jeremy something terrible and he wishes more than anything that he could see him, again.  Talk to him, tell him that he feels like a part of his soul is missing and that he wishes that he’d come to the memorial, but he appreciated that he sent Tara Reid (even if that had been a disaster).  It showed him that he knows what Trevor would want even decades later, even decades without him.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Hetty questions as she looks up at him, lifting her head from his chest.  Their clothes hadn’t returned yet, so he knew that she hadn’t fallen asleep despite how quiet she was being.  

Trevor hums.  It’s his turn to tell a story.  “Just thinking about Jeremy, again.”

“Are you going to tell me another story about the two of you switching places?” Hetty questions, somehow looking excited.

Trevor grins.  “That depends.  Would you like to hear one?”

Hetty hums in agreement.  “I would as I am waiting on a particular story.”

Trevor laughs.  “Oh yeah?  What story would that be?”

Hetty grins.  “I have decided that you two switched so often that you are secretly Jeremy.”

Trevor can’t help bursting out laughing.  “You really think that Jeremy and I switched the day I died and I’m not Trevor, but I’ve been pretending to be him for over twenty years?”

“Well, no one would have any idea, correct?”

“That’s correct.”

“Thus, theoretically, you could have decided to be Trevor while actually being Jeremy for your entire afterlife.”

“I love J-dog and it’s undoubtedly fun fooling everyone, except our parents, but I can’t imagine doing that for twenty years – it’d feel wrong.  I love him, but that was a game we played together – we never did it without permission from the other,” Trevor states.  Not after the one-time that got them both in major trouble.  “Besides, I like being T-money instead of J-dog.”

“It is hard to take you seriously with those ridiculous monikers,” Hetty states, somewhat teasingly.  

Trevor laughs.  “Oh, please.  I know you love it.”

“I do no such thing,” Hetty states, but the smile on her lips says otherwise.  

He gives her a quick kiss and says, “Uh-huh, I totally believe you.”

“You should as I am being sincere.”

“Sure, you are.”

“It is impolite to suggest a lady such as myself would lie.”

“It’s impolite for a lady such as yourself to lie to her lover about something as silly as liking my T-Money moniker,” Trevor teases.  “And continuing to lie just means you’ll have to suffer the consequences.”

He shifts so that he can move his hand down Hetty’s side since she’s ticklish there.  

Hetty clearly knows what he’s thinking of doing and tries to wiggle away.  “Don’t you dare, Trevor!”  

“I won’t if you admit you like it,” Trevor teases.  

“Never!”

Laughing Trevor begins to tickle her, and it takes no time at all to get Hetty all giggly and begging for mercy, even as she shifts on top of him and pins him down.

“I win,” Hetty says, gleefully.

Trevor smiles.  “I’m right where I want to be – so I think I win.  Now, admit it.  You like my T-Money thing.”

Hetty leans down as if she’s going to kiss him but stops just out of reach.  “You are correct, Trevor, but do not let that go to your head.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Trevor teases, just before she closes the distance for the kiss.  

“Good.”

***

He knows that it might not be a good idea to come here.  Probably a terrible one, but he figured he had to – he had to know – had to see him – had to deal with these things he’s been avoiding.  It was ridiculous that he couldn’t summon the courage to visit during the memorial, but he hadn’t been expecting his parents to throw one and he wasn’t – wasn’t ready to face the reality of losing his twin.  

While it’s true that he had known – especially with his ability to suddenly see ghosts around the time that his brother had obviously died and those dreams of this very familiar mansion – but there had still been a part of him that ached for it not to be true.  He had had such a hard time with the loss, with not knowing where he was, and worse knowing that he was likely a ghost somewhere.  The dreams he had were not helpful as he wasn’t sure if they were real or not – and some, he certainly hoped not.  His – their – parents had tried to reassure him.  Tell him that Trevor was not stuck on as a ghost, but he knew – he could feel it.  

They hadn’t really accepted the possibility until the weekend where they discovered exactly where Trevor had died – everything that had happened, the woman owner of the house acting so strange by encouraging the memorial for one, and the final moment where she said, ‘what if he was here – what would you tell him?’.  They had believed then that not only was he there, but the woman could see him like Jeremy could see him (and other ghosts).

Despite this, they didn’t think it would be a good idea for Jeremy to visit until and unless he was ready, but how do you ever get ready for that?  He had nearly made this trip a dozen times in the last few months, and every time he turned around.  

Every time he found himself afraid and overwhelmed.  He thought about what Trevor would say, if he’d be angry that he hadn’t come sooner, if he’d blame Jeremy for being the reason he’s stuck.  If he resented Jeremy for being the cautious and careful twin, rather than Trevor as the reckless and risky twin.

It was illogical, he knew, but it was how he felt.  

And he couldn’t stand the thought of Trevor hating him.  Blaming him.

Because he blamed himself.  

He should’ve been there – done something, somehow.  

Stopped him from falling into the lake or whatever.  They had no idea what actually happened, his bones – waterlogged as they were – told them nothing.  And Trevor’s so-called bros had been less than helpful.  

Jeremy was always sure they knew something – gut instinct and what not, but that didn’t mean squat to the authorities who had nothing to go on.  And after twenty-two and a half years, there wasn’t any evidence of anything other than an accident.  

Still, if he’d been a better brother – maybe he would have been there or helped him find better friends.  What if he had somehow gotten in good with Trevor’s friends and been able to stop him from doing reckless and risky things all of the time?  What if he had convinced him that he didn’t need to do risky and stupid things to be the life of the party?  What if he had spent more time in the city with Trevor rather than hide out in the country where he’s more comfortable?  What if he convinced him that he was better off leaving Lehman Brothers and branching out away from those douchey bros to be with his actual bro?

There were so many things he could have done, so many words left unsaid, so many what ifs.  

Maybe he would finally get answers here.  

He could feel Trevor’s presence as soon as he pulls up, but it takes a minute and several deep breaths before he gets out of the car before he can convince himself to drive back home and not face his brother.  

The front door was open, probably due to the nice weather and to encourage random drop-ins for the business. Given that he hadn’t exactly planned a visit (if only because he had attempted and failed to make this trip a dozen times), this is probably a good thing.  

Still, it’s as nice and homey as his parents told him (they had attempted to reassure him that if Trevor was there at least it was homey – the fact that his drawings and paintings matched a house that he had never set foot in helped assure him that Trevor was definitely there).  He can’t help looking around, and hoping to just spot Trevor rather than have to talk to the owners and explain what exactly he was doing here, but despite noting two obvious ghosts – a captain and a  Lieutenant colonel from opposite sides of the revolutionary war in the library kissing, interesting, he only sees two other ghosts in the living room – a hippie and a Native American, who have appeared to have noticed him.  

No Trevor.  

There’s plenty of land, obviously, so Trevor doesn’t necessarily have to be in the house at the moment, but he’d somehow been hoping that Trevor would be the first person that he would see.  That he wouldn’t have to go searching.

Although, it was entirely possible that his brother had ascended, and he would never know it – would he lose this ability if his brother ascends?  Did the fact that he has this ability even mean that his brother was ghost?  How did it work?  

He had no idea.  Yet, due to the memorial and drawings, he was convinced that Trevor was here – at least, he has been for twenty years.  He could be gone by now.  What if the memorial got him to ascend?  Maybe he’d been hyping himself up to do this all for naught?

What would he do, then?

“SAM!  There’s someone here!” the Native American yells from the living room.  

He doesn’t react.  If his brother isn’t here, then he doesn’t want to give away his ability.  The last thing he wants to do is talk to more ghosts who are less than helpful to his plight of seeing dead people and trying to play at normal.

He’s sure the other living that can clearly see ghosts – Sam – probably wishes the ghosts here would let her play being a bit more normal.  Of course, neither of them were.  Not with this ability most people don’t have.  

He hears footsteps on the stairs, as the hippie woman says, “He looks awfully familiar.”

“He does, doesn’t he?” her companion offers.  

Ignoring them, he looks up at the woman on the stairs, who stops on the landing with two other ghosts behind her – one that’s clearly a Viking and the other who is wearing a scout uniform and an arrow through the neck – ouch.  He’s seen some brutal deaths – that’s a rough way to die for sure.  

It’s at that point that it occurs him that maybe he should’ve gone by the lake, maybe if Trevor died drowning – he’d hang out there?  Before he could leave the house awkwardly – like he’s prone to do, the blonde, clearly alive woman, says, “Trevor?”

“How did you know?” he asks, without thinking.  It had been common practice for he and Trevor to just answer to the other’s name.  They switched so often when they were younger that half the time, he forgot that his name wasn’t Trevor.  

Of course, these days, the name causes an ache his chest.  

He can see the ghosts all reacting confused and excited.  They had clearly put together that he was Trevor’s brother and that he probably came seeking closure about his brother the way his parents had.  

They chatter about seeing him and someone realizes that they should go get Trevor because he should be here for this – both the hippie and arrow man immediately mention that they hadn’t seen him all morning – midafternoon, but that they’d split up and look for him in his usual haunts.  

Several minutes pass before Sam says, “Uh, lucky guess.  You sort of remind me of someone.”

“I get that a lot – were you thinking about them just now?” he asks, giving her an out for awkward silence since he knows what it’s like to be overwhelmed by ghosts that don’t understand what it looks like for her to be silent and trying not to react (and failing) to their commentary.  

A couple of the ghosts mention that it was interesting that he had offered her an out when Sam nods.  “Oh, yes.  He was – uh – a good friend that – uh – recently passed.  My apologies, I’m probably seeming all sorts of weird to you.”

“Weird should be my middle name – I’m quite weird myself,” he offers.  He’s waiting for her to mention anything about his brother or something, while the ghosts continue commenting.

But luckily as the arrow man and the hippy return with yet another ghost with news that they had not found Trevor, he hears, “Jeremy?” from his left.  

He turns to see Trevor standing there in a half suit – interesting and unfortunate death outfit – with a Victorian woman with red-hair.  Those dreams were definitely real.

He doesn’t hesitate (and neither does Trevor) to move forward to hug him.  He could hear surprised voices behind him and the one beside them, but he doesn’t care as he envelopes his brother in a hug for the first time in over twenty-two years.  He puts one arm around his back, while the other goes to his hair to ruffle it, like always.  Trevor mimics him, and to be honest, he finally feels completed for the first time in years – like a piece of himself that had been missing was finally locking into place.  

#CBS Ghosts #Ghosts CBS #trevor lefkowitz #hetty woodstone #Hmoney #Jeremy Lefkowitz

[amazingmsme]

Cold Feet

AN: Been wanting to write something like this for a while now, so I’m glad I got to! Sypha & Trevor are couple goals & I need to write more for Castlevania

Sypha could be a downright menace sometimes. Particularly at night, when Trevor was trying to catch up on his precious sleep. She had the coldest fucking feet of anyone he's known, and every night those ice blocks on the ends of her legs would glue themselves to his skin.

"It's because you're so warm," she claimed, snuggling closer, batting her lashes. He rolled his eyes, smiling fondly as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"I'm not even all that warm. You're just that cold," he teased, burying his face in the crook of her neck. She gasped, scrunching up like a turtle as a breathy giggle escaped.

"The rest of me is fine, but my feet are freezing. Come on, just let me warm them up," she begged, pressing the soles of her feet against his back. He arched away with a squeal, making her burst into giggles.

"Oh you think that's funny?" he asked, leveling her with a mischievous look.

"Immensely so. You know, for such a tough guy you sure can shriek like a girl," she taunted. Trevor scoffed, scooping her up in his arms.

"Watch your mouth. I'm being nice, but I could be very mean if I wanted," he growled. She arched a brow, smirking at him.

"Oh I'm sure you can be," she said in a patronizingly sweet tone. Well, if she didn't believe him, he'd just have to show her.

"You know, I'm a little concerned for you. With such cold feet, you could get frostbite! You'll lose a toe without even knowing, they're already so numb," he said casually, making her sputter and laugh, smacking his shoulder.

"You dork, I'm not gonna lose any of my toes," she giggled. To prove her point, she stuck her foot out of the covers, wiggling her toes. She fell for his trick, hook line and sinker.

In an instant he snatched her by the ankle. She shrieked out of shock, falling into a stream of giggles when he scratched at the arch of her foot. He hummed as he "inspected" her feet, poking and prodding all along her soles, causing the occasional snort.

"Mm. Mm. Mhm. I'm afraid it's worse than I thought," he said in a mock somber tone.

"Whahahat ahare you even tahahalking ahahabout?" she asked between giggles.

"Frostbite's already set it. They're blue!" he exclaimed. They were the same color they'd always been. She gave him an amused look, shaking her head. She adored when he got playful like this. It was a rare sight.

"I have to make sure they're all still present and accounted for," he said, a sly smirk settling on his features. Her eyes widened and she quickly tried to escape, but Trevor was quicker. He started with the big toe on her left foot, wiggling it softly. She squealed before earnest laughter took hold, flowing freely from her mouth.

He began counting aloud, wiggling and pinching each toe. She snorted and cackled, flopping around in his hold like a fish out of water. A loud shriek pierced through the air and Trevor tutted, shaking his head.

"You're so damn loud you made me lose count," he teased, starting over and making her fall deeper into hysterics.

"Ahahand who's fault ihihis thahahat?" she tried to sass, but the endless giggles added an adorable bounce to her voice.

"Yours entirely. Now hold still, I'm trying to help," he teased, scratching at the spot just under her toes. She let out a scream of laughter, scrunching her feet and kicking. He chuckled, readjusting his grip on her legs so that she couldn't move.

"What a shame, I lost count again," he teased, mischief practically oozing out of him.

"We have bigger things to worry about if you can't even count to tehehehen! Noho wahahait!" she cried as he tickled her feet with renewed vigor, probably inspired by the insult.

He finally managed to finish counting, wiggling his fingers between her toes, drawing out a loud snort. He chuckled, letting her go. She immediately curled in a ball, residual giggles fading off. He wrapped her in a hug, pulling her close to his chest.

"Told you I could be mean," he bragged. She rolled her eyes, smacking his chest playfully.

"You didn't have to be that mean," she said, snuggling in the crook of his neck.

"You loved it and you know it," he taunted, loving the way she scoffed and blushed.

"Trevor Belmont, you're going to be the death of me," she scolded.

"As if," he shrugged. It was quiet for a moment, and then, "Hey, your feet are warm now. Maybe I should do this every night."

#tickletober #tickletober 2022 #sypha belnades #trevor belmont #trepha #castlevania #castlevania fic #castlevania tickle fic #ticklish!sypha #day 20: counting

[dollytraiter07]

Buizel Day Present 1~6 : Trevor, Sheldon, Ginny, Puizel, Pi Thus and Tico

How long can he hold in his inevitabal laughter?

Paws stuck, toes locked, soles poked

What else can you ask for for a present?

Ticklish Bui inside, please tickle without any hold back

Bonus Blindfold Included!

The one and only one to get special armpit treatment, also toes tied up for good measure

I mean, if the options there...

*wiggles finger* Don't mind if I do

Single press of a button, but probably the worst feeling on the paws of the 6 presents

#tickle #tickling #ticklish #tickle art #tickles #tickling art #pokemon #buizel #buizelday #paws

[1988hc]

Trevor's thigh is so smooth, the skin soft and tan and hairless, still warm from their afternoon out on the deck, conked out in the shade.

"Get away from me," Trevor laughs, batting Jack's hand away.

"Why?" Jack blinks, innocent.

"You ticklish, Z?" Cole smirks, sunglasses sliding down his nose, propped up on a lounger next to them, smelling blood in the water.

Trevor looks a little pink across the nose, too much sun maybe. He only arrived yesterday. "Pfft, no."

"Your skin's so smooth," Jack says, hand right back where it was before, addicted, skimming over the hem of Trevor's shorts, stretched tight across Trevor's thighs. They're not tree trunks yet, but they're not slim, either. "Like a baby's face."

"Oh yeah?" Cole asks, leaning in closer.

"Yeah, come feel," Jack invites. Trevor has two thighs, after all.

Cole hums, pressing himself against Trevor's side, grinning a shit-eating grin as he trails his fingertips up the inside of Trevor's leg, starting at the knee. Daring Trevor to smack his hand away, call it quits.

Trevor's breathing is more pronounced now, but he's doesn't jerk away, doesn't protest, his eyes sliding half-shut like he can't help it. Jack knows that expression well. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Cole answers for Trevor, easy and confident. He's always been able to read Trevor the best. He leans down, then, replacing his fingers with his lips.

Trevor groans, a soft one, thighs falling open wider. Cole hums in answer, sucking on the delicate skin of Trevor's inner thigh.

"Think he's hairless everywhere?" Jack muses. He hasn't seen enough of Trevor yet to know, didn't catch him change when they all went for a dip earlier.

Cole doesn't answer right away, too busy working Trevor's skin between his teeth, leaving a trail of blooming red patches in his wake.

It's Trevor who picks up Jack's challenge, too impatient as always to wait for Cole, voice strained and head thrown back, clearly enjoying whatever Cole is doing down there. "Why don't you find out?"

Jack laughs, and goes for his zipper. If Trevor's balls are shaved Jack is calling fucking dibs.

#usntdp #trevor #cole #j'accuse

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

[ giggle ] sender starts tickling and kissing the receiver all over in order to make them laugh

DIFFERENT KINDS OF KISSES: ACCEPTING

II @vxctorx

"Vic, c'mon, I'm bein' serious this time, stop messin' 'round. Ye' need to let me go. Ye' can't keep me in bed forever," tut Richard, his hands captured and pinned beside his head by the blonde's strong grasp. "Don't think yer' gonna win this round, Trevor," continued the Scotsman, narrowing his eyes and dramatically pouting at the other in mock rebellion. "I know all of yer' persuasive ways and they aren't gonna work on me this time. I have learned to be not so easily swayed by yer' charms."

With Richard's hands still pinned against the mattress, he watched as Vic drew his head low before feeling his familiar lips stamp soft and slow kisses upon his bare middle. Richard tilted his chin up, schooling the other a pursed and fiercely determined glance until eventually the corners of his lips began to curl into an inadvertent smile. Vic's lips began to pick up with fervor and speed. Soon Richard felt himself squirm below Vic's hips, biting his lower lip in a poor attempt to stifle back a giggle. Eventually, Vic's sensual kisses evolved into a storm of feathery smooches, nibbles, and quick raspberries. It was once the blonde's nimble fingers joined in the mix that the dam of laughter finally crumbled. "Noooo! Viiiic! Ye' meanie!" Richard whined through golden, boyish laughter, his pinned figure continuing to wriggle beneath the young gentleman's sturdy figure. At some point, Richard managed to catch hold of Vic's wrists only to learn the hard way that Victor Trevor didn't need curious fingers to grant him the privilege of Richard's laughter.-- A small breath was drawn out of the Scotsman's lungs when he felt Vic's body even more firmly press his against the bed. "Oof! Vic! Wha' are ye'-... Nooo! Don't ye' dare!" Suddenly, Richard let out a ticklish squeal as Vic's wandering lips began feast all over Richard's throat and the crook of his neck with quickened nips and kisses as if ebbing his own yearning appetite; all the while the tips of his index fingers traced against the Scotsman's bare sides. Only Victor Trevor had the ability to make the likes of Richard Mayhew crumble with just the work of two fingers. At that point Richard had completely given up with trying to squirm away and gave into his giggly fate. "A'righ'! A'righ'! I give! Ye' win! I giiiive!" he snorted. Finally, the ticklish kisses stopped. Richard felt Vic's cheeky, wandering lips capture his own, residual giggles pouring into them. "Yer' not only a brute, but a cheater too," smirked Richard. "And y'know tha' this just means I'm gonna get ye' back for this in the near future, righ'?"

#vxctorx #answered ask; #he's half my soul as the poets say; #//Richard! You should know better than to go against Vic and his wishes!// #//these 2 are children istg i love them sm 😌 u better watch out Vic! Richard is going to make sure u get ur comeuppance! >:>// #//also also i just remembered how much i missed these 2 and writing for them 🥺//

[tickle-bugs]

Like I’m Gonna Lose You

Summary:  Diana is fascinated with Steve’s laugh. Steve indulges her—and himself. Slightly suggestive content. 

Anon: Could you write a Wonder Woman tickle fic where Diana realizes she can use her hair to tickle Steve, so she pins him and uses it to drive him crazy 😂

This is set during Wonder Woman II so be cautious about reading if you don’t want it spoiled!

Sunlight filters through the open window and carries with it a gentle breeze. The golden wonder of morning casts its glow across two lovers hidden away from prying eyes. 

Diana catalogues Steve’s body with her lips, gentle and languid, just as she has for the past few mornings. She starts at the crown of his head, migrating to his forehead, then his nose. There’s a ridge in the bone there, a permanent bump after being broken and poorly healed so many times, and she graces it with some well-deserved attention. The apples of his cheeks next--she adorns each and every freckle with its own kiss. 

She moves along his jaw, nosing at a spot by his ear that makes him sigh and melt into the mattress. Her hand slides up to thread in his hair as she travels along the column of his throat and down to his collarbones. Their ritual is a necessity now, for both of them. Steve, alienated from his world and time, delightfully fascinated by track pants but still haunted by the booming of shells in his subconscious, and Diana, who’s still waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under her and take Steve with it. 

“Di. Diana,” Steve huffs a laugh out his nose, sliding his palms up to hide his face. She’s made it down to his chest now, kissing a gentle line between his pecs. 

“Yes, my love?” She glances up. He can’t even look at her. 

He gets shy, sometimes, when she does this. Like she’s gotten lost, somehow, and tripped and fell onto a random stranger. Like he isn’t deserving of her. She scribes her love with her lips—later, she’ll say it aloud. The reminder that he’s here—physically, really here—is healing for them both. 

She takes firm grasp of either side of his ribcage as she continues downwards, murmuring Themysciran endearments as she travels. These words, only spoken aloud between Amazons and their lovers, now find a home in the hills and valleys of his body. A branding, of sorts. 

Her lips catch on a divot on his stomach—an old bullet wound. She lingers there as a silent thank you. How cruel it would’ve been if he’d died before they’d ever met. Where would she be? 

Steve mumbles something utterly unintelligible and twitches beneath her. She pulls back for a moment. 

“Hi.” She smiles.

“You gonna do this, uh, every morning?” He swallows. His hand traces a gentle line up and down her spine, warm and calloused and soft. 

“I’ll stop if you’d like.” They both know that’s not what he’d like. 

“No, no…I just…nevermind.” He clears his throat. 

“You’re certain?” Diana can’t help her slight smirk. 

“Mhm.” 

“Alright.” She nearly whispers it. One kiss to the nose and she’s back on her mission. 

Another twitch. Steve gasps sharply this time, hands gripping the sheets.

“Steve.” She arches her brow at him. 

“Keep going! I’m good.” He gives her a hearty thumbs up, a little out of breath despite doing nothing. There’s a dopey smile on his face, the kind that makes her heart melt a little inside her chest. 

“Well this is cute. Confusing, but cute.” She leans back down, maintaining eye contact, and when he doesn’t stop her, she presses her lips to his stomach and resumes her reverence. He immediately squeaks and squishes her cheeks. 

“I’m sorry.” It comes out high-pitched and strangled. He lets her face go, instead opting to duck behind his hands. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” She smiles fondly at him.

“You’re trying to be all romantic and I keep gettin’ in your way.” He peeks between his fingers. She pries his hands away and holds them. 

“I am, yes.” Diana kisses him sweetly. “Talk me through it. What’s happening in that head of yours?”

“Promise you won’t laugh?” He’s turned the most delectable shade of pink. She restrains herself from commenting on it. 

“Of course.” She squeezes his hands. 

“Your hair, it--” His breath hitches-- “It tickles.”

Diana immediately bursts into titters. The betrayal on Steve’s face only makes her laugh more, collapsing into his chest to bury her smile. His fingers tangle in her hair on habit, but even the light scratches on her scalp seem flabbergasted. 

“You said you wouldn’t laugh!” He cries, cheeks flushing deeper. 

“I’m not!” She giggles. 

“You are so clearly laughing at me.” Steve points an accusatory finger, eyes narrowing. 

“I would never,” She grins, quickly twitching her fingers over his stomach. 

“Diana!” Steve barks out a laugh, slapping a palm over his mouth. His eyes sparkle over the edge of his hands, crinkling in the softest way. 

Oh. Oh.

“Okay, you’re making a really scary face, and it’s, like, super hot, but what are you--”

“Were you not trained to resist torture?” She scribbles her fingers feather-light over his stomach and he kicks, throwing his head back on the mattress. 

“N-Not like this! Stop it!” He squeals, drumming his heels, and Diana can’t help but chuckle. He never reaches for her once. 

“You like this.” She isn’t asking and he knows it--the deer-in-headlights look on his face is truly priceless. She drags her nails up and down his sides, relishing in the goosebumps she leaves behind. No sound escapes him for a few moments, but that’s alright. She can be patient. 

“Wh--no. Okay, maybe sometimes, but you don’t have to--”

She smooshes her face into his stomach before he can finish. She hasn’t finished cataloguing, after all, and judging by the frantic pitch of his giggles, he’s more than happy to let her finish. 

All of his flailing carries him away from her, up towards the headboard and to semi-safety, but she’d never let him escape so easily. She drags him back down by the hips, fingers curling as she goes. 

Steve’s voice does a shimmy at its highest octave, ending in a shriek almost as earnest as his ‘I love yous’. 

“Nonono, Diana, dohohon’t—“

“Don’t what? You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Fuck! Not that spot, not that spot--ohoho mahan!” 

“Language,” She chides gently, nibbling just above his pantline. Steve arches his spine hard, just enough for her to worry, but that mischievous instinct bubbling in her chest asks her to kiss at his bared throat instead. 

“Mean!” He does manage to shove her away—once. Diana easily resettles on top of his legs and relieves him of his squirming. Her competitive spirit flares at the look on his face when she doesn’t budge from her perch. 

He comes to a halt, still chuckling a little under his breath. Errant sunlight from the window catches his eyes and skin so beautifully. 

If she wasn’t busy, she’d kiss him. 

“Oh? I’m mean?” She pulls the waistband of his pajama pants down just a bit, exposing more canvas for her to work with. She wiggles her fingers just above the skin there and he’s already laughing. 

“Di. I can’t promise I won’t hit you.” He holds his hands up between them. He keeps huffing out nervous chuckles as his eyes dart to her hands. 

“Are you threatening me, Steve?” She swoops her hands again just to hear him laugh. He folds upwards, trying to use that patented Trevor charm to distract her from killing him. She presses him back down to the bed with a forearm stronger than steel. 

“Okay, one: as if I could ever. Two: I’m trying to warn you before I leave here looking like you used me for sparring practice.” He’s not even bothered in her grip, just giggly and rosy pink. 

“You we’re doing fine earlier.” She’s only a little petulant. He gives her a look. She sighs. 

“Hm. Fine.” She rolls off of him, but not before kissing him. Then again. And again. These indulgences feel so much less selfish when they have all the time in the world. 

She stands and stretches, sighing at the pleasant crack-crack and melting of the prior day’s tension. Two strong forearms lock around her middle and pull her against a warm body. Steve’s jaw slots into the crook of her neck beautifully. His stubble brushes over the curve of her shoulder and pulls a smile onto her lips. 

“Come. Let’s have breakfast while we still have daylight.” She cradles his head. 

“Maybe next time we can try the lasso,” he murmurs, nibbling at her earlobe. He rushes out of the room and takes her breath with him.

“Pancakes?” He calls from the kitchen, as if he knows how to use a stove. Cheeky bastard. She can hear the smirk in his voice from here. 

Diana chuckles to herself and makes her way after him. 

#my fics #bug’s greatest hits #they're in love your honor #also sorry it took years to fill this prompt ive been unbearably busy #ill be trying to clear out prompts thru dec/jan tho! #hope y'all enjoy <3 #Wonder Woman #steve trevor #Diana Prince #ticklish!steve trevor #diana x steve #(?) idk if they have a ship name #wondertrevor? idk

[ticklishfrog]

White Lies

Summary: Steve is a bad liar when it comes to Diana, but it doesn’t stop him from trying. 

Fandom: Wonder Woman

Word count: 929

Prompt: hi!! would you be willing to write a Wonder Woman fic where Steve assumes Diana doesn't know about tickling, so he tries to hide his ticklishness from her to appear Tough and Manly or whatever? But Diana Knows All and is very amused by it? The idea of Steve Very Obviously Giggling while trying to pretend nothing is happening is very funny to me // @tickle-bugs

A/N: EEEEEE thanks so much for the prompt, this was an absolute joy! I hope you love reading it as much as I loved writing it 😊

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The little camp occupied by Steve and his friends was bustling with quiet activity, and the crickets in the woods were just beginning to chirp. Diana found Steve stirring a pot of soup over the fire.

Wordlessly, she came up beside him and slid an arm around his waist, fingers curling gently into his side. The pilot nearly jumped out of his skin, quickly stepping away from her.

“Jesus, Diana, don’t sneak up on me like that!”

Diana felt bad, yet couldn’t help but smile. “Apologies. You seem awfully shaken, did I hurt you?”

“Hurt me? No, no, you just surprised me, is all. What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, I only came to check on you and see how dinner is progressing.” She peered into the pot for a moment, but quickly changed the subject, still thinking of his reaction. “Are you sure you were only startled? I would not think a brave solider like you is easily scared.”

“Yeah, well...” Steve said, considering his response. “Even the best of us can get a shock.”

She looked at him for a moment, tilting her head curiously. “You seem embarrassed.”

“Oh, nah, I'm fine.” He went back to stirring the pot, hoping that would be the end of it, but Diana was the furthest thing from a quitter.

It did nothing for his bluff of nonchalance when she took him by the sides and turned him to face her, but he managed to respond with only a sharp inhale. The real challenge came when she did not remove her hands, making him squirm in nervous anticipation.

“Well, embarrassed or not, you are plainly discomposed. Is something wrong?”

“Nohoho, everything’s fine,” Steve insisted, taking Diana’s hands and pushing them away. “Don’t worry about it, really.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want you to suffer in silence,” she replied sweetly, wrenching her hands from his grip and placing them on his chest, squeezing just the slightest bit. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Alright, fine, I’ll tell you!” Steve relented, taking a small step backwards. “It’s dumb, though. I... I have a stomach ache.”

It was the pure silliness of that comment that finally made Diana roll her eyes and drop the facade. “Steve, no you don’t.”

“Whaaaat? Of course I do, why would I lie?”

“Because you’re a spy, it’s what you do!” she replied, teasingly quoting his own words at him. “You don’t need to lie to me though, I hope. I know you are ticklish.”

The pilot opened his mouth in disbelief, but Diana pounced on him before he could reply. They both fell to the ground, and she wasted no time in pinning Steve's arms above his head with one hand and viciously attacking his upperbody with the other.

“Steve, did you truly believe I knew nothing about tickling?” she tutted, as she tickled his ribs.

Steve wished he could respond with a witty quip, but Diana’s fingers made it impossible to think, and his own laughter made it impossible to speak. So, he simply screwed his eyes shut and took it, as the Amazonian continued.

“Of course we have tickling on Themyscira! And besides that, I was just talking to your friends about it before I came to you. They told me all your vulnerable spots, and they also told me that you enjoy being tickled more than you let on,” she explained with a smirk.

“Oh, those trAHAHAITORS!” Steve cursed, but the bite of his words was diminished by Diana finding a particularly sensitive spot between his ribs and stomach.

“What did he say, Sammy?!” Steve opened his eyes in horror, to see Charlie and Sameer looming over him. Diana stopped with a mischievous smile, not letting him have any excuses for not explaining himself.

“Sounds to me like he called us traitors,” Sameer replied, looking down at Steve with disappointment.

“Now Steven, is that any way to treat your best mates?” Charlie scolded, kneeling down so the two were at eye level.

“I could ask the same of you!” Steve snapped back.

“Oh, we didn’t do much, really,” Sameer put in, joining the others on the ground. “Diana asked, and we weren’t about to lie to her.”

“She... asked?” Steve said nervously, eyes flicking between Diana and his friends. Diana looked all too pleased with herself.

“Steve, I’ve seen Sammy tickling you. You seemed to enjoy it, so I asked. Your friends have more honour than you—” She punctuated the word with a poke to his stomach, making him yelp in surprise, but he did not dare to interrupt her. “You are a liar, Steve Trevor, and not only that, but you insult your friends behind their backs for only wanting your happiness. All this deserves some form of punishment, wouldn’t you agree?”

Sameer and Charlie nodded, and Steve chuckled nervously.

“I guess I can’t argue. Damnit, Diana, you’re too smart for mEEE—”

Once again he was interrupted by Diana’s nimble fingers, this time joined by his friends’. Diana switched her tactic now and went for his neck and shoulders, making him shake his head back and forth with wild laughter. Charlie drummed on his ribs as if he were playing the piano, and Sameer sat on his thighs and toyed with his stomach. All-in-all, Steve thought it would be the death of him. (Not the worst way to go, though.)

Above him, Diana smiled. Not only because Steve’s laughter couldn’t help but bring a smile to anyone's face; but because even through all his lies, he still never once denied enjoying this.

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[tickletastic]

Another Puppy

Fandom: Wonder Woman

Ship: Diana/Steve

Summary: Etta believes that Steve can’t handle a puppy, but a grouchy Steve is not a good Steve either.

Notes: Day seven of my 31 days of fics! 

“Please? Please, please, please?” Steve begged, practically on his knees. 

“No!” Etta started, fed up with his persistence, “We cannot get an office pet. You can barely take care of yourself! What about when you have to go out on another mission? The second world war may be through, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have work to do.”

Steve turned to Diana, knowing that when he gave her the puppy-dog eyes, she would always give in. After all, human males could be kind of cute sometimes, she had found out. As she was about to open her mouth to give Steve a ‘yes, of course dear,’ Etta interrupted her, shaking her head in disapproval.

“No, you are not manipulating Diana into giving you a yes. You act like a puppy as it is, Diana and I do not want to be taking care of another one.” Etta reasoned, trying to get some work done while also having to listen to Steve’s whining.

“But it would be so cute! We could give it a spy themed name, like Espionage or Sneak!” Steve chattered, far too much excitement in his voice considering he was supposed to be researching into a new case. In the next few months, he was expected to leave for Austria with Diana. Although the war was over, there were still many people out there who deserved to be imprisoned, and it was going to be part of Steve’s job to help catch them. First, he had to infiltrate their post-war communities, which involved quite a bit of knowledge on what Austrians and Germans were like. 

“No means no! We’re not getting a dog, Steve! Quite being so darn stubborn.”

Etta knew what was coming: Steve’s cycle of ‘no’. First, he begs and begs and begs, until he finally receives an answer that definitely translates to no. Second, he would mope. Steve Trevor was good at a lot of things, and he was definitely good at moping for hours on end. The third stage was grouchy Steve, if Steve got to this phase, he would snap at the people around him and isolate himself. The final stage was sad Steve. Nobody liked seeing him on this stage. 

Etta knew that she could intervene, ending the cycle in its tracks, but she had work to do, very important, world-saving work. For now, she continued her research, searching through encyclopedias and databases to find the answers to any question Steve might have while undercover. Diana did some research herself, but mostly on the food and attractions there, she knew that Steve and her would be able to kick ass and get their job finished within a reasonable time period, and she really hoped she could learn about the local cultures. 

Steve holed himself up in his office, learning about the mannerisms and habits of German and Austrian men, and the type of clothes worn in that region of the world. The last time he had been undercover, he hadn’t done as good of a job as he wanted to, but in his defence, he hadn’t known that a world war was going to break out when it did. Now, he had some time to prepare. There were already plenty of agents in Europe, so his director had requested that he stay for the time-being, in order to gather as much information as he could about the type of people he would be searching for and the type of person that he would need to be to blend in.

The three of them often worked for hours, staying late in the office, often up until the early morning hours, just in hopes that they would be able to leave for Europe early. Tonight was one of those nights, and tragically, the office had run out of coffee. This is what caused grumpy Steve to come a few hours too early. 

Etta had entered his office to ask him a simple question, and he had spit back an answer, like it was venom on his tongue. Etta didn’t take it personally, she had seen her fair share of grouchy Steve, and she even had her own grouchy alter-ego. She knew that she would definitely have to stop Steve before he reached his sad stage, though. It was always the hardest stage to get him to snap out of.

At four in the morning, Etta walked into Steve’s office, practically dragging him out of the room by the sleeve of his coat. The entire time he groaned out protests about how important it was for him to stay, hosting a one-sided argument with himself. Etta just ignored him, while Diana obediently followed the two of them.

A few months prior, the apartment next to Steve and Diana’s opened up, and Etta promptly moved in after Steve had advised her to. Usually, she would just go back to her apartment, but on nights like these, Etta would crash on the daybed in the couple’s apartment, usually waking up to the smell of Diana’s delicious breakfast and fresh coffee. 

Etta wished the two of them goodnight, and Diana ended up dragging a drowsy Steve to bed. When they entered the room, Steve ended up falling asleep in the clothes he was wearing, jeans and all, as Diana struggled to wake him in order to get him to change. In the end, she just let him sleep like that. 

The next morning, Diana hummed with glee as she made eggs and bacon, a fresh pot of coffee already made. Etta sat on a bar stool at the island, bursting into song with Diana, doing goofy dances while the other woman cooked. When Steve exited the room, only 4 hours after they had gone to sleep, he looked like a hurricane. His bed head was in full effect, and he was grouchy, he was definitely grouchy. 

Steve sat down on the couch, looking forward angrily in a way that only a morning-hating person could, unmoving. Diana and Etta looked at Steve before looking back at each other, Etta shrugging in response. 

Diana finished making the food, plating it in a way that only a Michelin star chef could plate fried eggs and bacon, intentionally shaping Steve’s into a smile. She placed it at his spot on the dining room table, and awaited his response to the cute gesture. She was disappointed when Steve showed no response, but she shared a knowing look with Etta. They both knew what was in store for one Steve Trevor.

Despite his demeanour, Steve ate like he had never eaten food in his life, finishing his plate in less than five minutes. He went over to clean his dishes, the sound of the sink and his thoughts drowning out all of the others. 

Steve couldn’t hear the sound of Etta and Diana softly speaking, and he definitely didn’t hear the sound when Etta had crept behind him, giggling to herself. She tasered him in the ribs, and he instantly giggled, hitting his knee against the counter as a reflex. 

Etta wasn’t dissuaded, she continued to spider up and down his ribs. This time, Steve tried to stifle his laughter, trying to return back to his grumpy state. Steve turned to move away and Diana grabbed him, holding him still as he slid to the floor in an attempt to escape. 

“Come on Steve, don’t be grumpy. You’ve made the tickle monsters come out of their hiding. Give us a smile!” Etta spoke in a pitch much higher than her usual tone, scratching in a claw over her victim’s tummy.

Steve was doomed the second that he let a small giggle escape him, and then more. He tried too desperately to fight the smile from his lips, but it just caused the giggles to flow more rapidly, betraying his brain and everything that he was trying to prevent his body from doing. 

“Aww, who’s a little giggle bug? Who’s a ticklish cutie?” Etta and Steve had quite the sibling relationship, they bickered like brother and sister and they certainly knew each other like brother and sister. When it came to teasing, Etta always aimed for max embarrassment, she adored making Steve blush, knowing how mortified it made him. He always found the baby talk the absolute worst, he hates when she cooes, and he hates being doted on. Her teasing was definitely working, he could feel his face lit up to a point where even his ears felt warm compared to the cool air of the apartment.

Etta motioned for Diana to join in, and Diana knew just how to get him. Diana leaned down and blew a long raspberry on the side of Steve’s neck. The spy tried to roll his head to stop Diana in her tracks, but instead it just made it worse. When he moved his head, Diana had access to Steve’s neck and his ear, and he snorted when he felt her blow another one, the odd sensation of feeling the raspberry resonate throughout his ear. 

“Aww, does that tickle baby boy? What a cute little giggle.” Diana joined Etta in all respects, the teasing absolutely relentless. 

“Plehehease! Stohohop teheheasing mehehehe!” Steve begged, wishing that his strength equated to even a fraction of his girlfriend’s. 

“Aww, we can stop if you promise to stop being grouchy. I know the wittle baby is ticklish.” Etta jabbed back, also jabbing her fingers beneath Steve’s arms. Steve tried desperately to free himself from under Diana, but it just wasn’t working for him. 

“Ohohokay juhust- nohoho!” Steve was interrupted by himself when Diana placed a raspberry on his tummy, just above his belly button. “Juhuhust shuhuhut up! I- hehehe I’ll stahahap!”

Etta made a face as if she were considering it, keeping up her movements with intensity for a few moments. Usually Steve wouldn’t give up so easily, and it usually took hysterics to get him to agree to anything, but she finally stopped. She let Diana go on for a few more until Etta finally told her that Steve needed to breathe, Diana releasing him almost instantly. 

Steve remained in his starfish position, watching his own chest rise and fall with giggles.

When he finally sat up, a wide smile on his face, he looked at Etta, “so, a puppy?”

Etta simply rolled her eyes, getting up and going back to her apartment to shower before the three of them would leave again for the office.

A week later, Steve Trevor left on his lunch break without either of them, and came back holding a week-old golden retriever who he excitedly introduced as Agent. Soon enough, Steve’s frantic giggles could be heard throughout the halls of the agency, his office not big enough to contain them. Agent grew on Etta eventually, but that didn’t change the fact that she never agreed to taking care of their new furry friend.

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