#moon knight tickles

[valiantphantomangel]

The vigilante

A/n: here it is! I hope y'all enjoy the read!

Oxygen inflated your lungs, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you ran through the streets of London, the sounds of fast approaching footsteps thundered behind you.

You were a vigilante who just moved with her parents to London and all was good... Until you met him tonight.

A silhouette draped in a white almost bandage like suit suddenly dropped down in front of you, the white cape following after the stranger.

"You're going to have to come with me" An American accent came from behind the mask.

"What do you want?" You asked from behind your own mask.

"Just the identity of a new vigilante in town"

You immediately knew that you couldn't let that happen, if he saw that you were still a kid he would never take you seriously.

"I can't give you that, I'm sorry" you said as you turned around to run away from him.

He however had predicted this kind of move and intercepted you halfway, throwing you over his shoulder and having such a death grip on your legs that you knew you weren't getting out soon.

"Let me down!" You yelled as you turned and twisted to try and get out of his grip but even with your enhanced strength you weren't a match against him.

"Calm down" The Moon Knight said as he carried you across a few blocks and into what seems like an apartment block.

He opened a door and quite literally threw you onto a chair before tying your arms onto the armrests.

"Come on man this isn't necessary" you groaned as you tugged on your wrists.

"Until you tell me who you are you ain't leaving that chair" he said as his mask disappeared.

"Wait a second I know you! I saw you at a gift shop in a museum!" You exclaimed.

"Well now it's only fair if you tell me who you are since you know who I am" he said as he walked towards you.

"Nope not happening"

"Listen here you wannabe vigilante, when someone who is stronger then you wants to know something from you, you listen" he growled as he put his hands on your shoulders to glare down at you.

But that glare dissolved as a shaky giggle flipped over your lips from when his gloved fingers fluttered past your neck.

He seemed to be listening to something before turning towards you with a smirk.

"Are you ticklish, little vigilante?" He teased as his fingers once again fluttered against the sides of your neck.

"N-no" you stuttered as you suppressed your giggles.

"No? That little giggle of you suggests something else" he grinned as he expertly ghosted his fingertips over the exposed part of your shoulders.

Giggles slipped past your lips before you could stop them and you looked up at him with wide eyes.

"That's what I thought" he smirked before suddenly tasering your sides.

Your body jolted forward as a howl of laughter ripped through your lungs, feet kicking against the floor.

"STOPHIHIHI ITHHAHAHHA" You screamed through your laughter, suddenly very grateful that your mask could only be removed by you otherwise he would have pulled it off a long time ago.

"Until you tell me who you are, I ain't stopping" he grinned as he spidered over your ribs. Blast you for having a skin tight suit.

You shrieked in laughter as you fought against your bonds.

"Come on, it's not that hard. I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours"

You shook your head and he immediately redoubled his efforts, every spot he could find was being mercilessly tickled, your sensitivity not helping one bit.

After minutes of unending torture you couldn't take it anymore "Y/N! AHHAHAHAHHAHA THAT'S MY NAMEHIHIHIHIHI"

He stopped slowly before grinning "Now was that so hard, I'm Marc"

"I would say pleasure to meet you but my mother taught me not to lie" you huffed with couldn't stop the stupid smile on your lips.

"You're a cheeky little thing aren't you?" Marc chuckled as he leaned against the wall opposite of you.

"Can't stop my personality now can I"

"Now take off your mask" he demanded after a short second. The playfulness leaving his voice but that wasn't the strange thing.

It was how his accent changed to a spanish one.

"I'm bound" you stated.

He glared for a second before coming over and cutting the ropes around your wrists.

You stretched your arms before slowly pulling off your mask.

His expression changed to a surprised one "maldito infierno your just a kid"

"I am not a kid" you bit back

He raised his hands in surrender but continued to look at you.

After minutes of you two just staring at each other it started to freak you out a little, his facial expressions stayed completely cold.

"Jake stop it your scaring her" A man with a English accent said and your head snapped at the sound.

There in the mirror was man, the exact copy of the solid man in front of you.

"What the fuck!" You shouted your eyes wide as you stood up from the chair.

Jake looked from you to the man in the mirror.

"You can see him?"

"Of course i can" you said as you mind started to think of a way to escape.

"No one else can see us except for us" The man in the mirror said as Marc appeared next to him "Shut it Steven!"

"That doesn't make any sense" you said as you inched towards the window. All three of them to busy discussing how you could see them.

"She shouldn't be able to see us" Marc said as he ran a hand through his brown hair.

"Yes i know that but the question is what are we going to do with her, she knows all of us now" Steven told the other two and as if on que turned to you where you just managed to get the window open.

"It's been great but I've got to go" You grinned before jumping out of the window.

Jake ran to the window and looked down, expecting to see you crash onto the ground but saw something else entirely.

A web shot from your wrist as you flung yourself into the air before disappearing into the busy city.

"We have got to catch that kid" Jake thought out loud as he turned to the other two.

Marc took control of the body and grabbed his phone, searching a number.

"And I know just the man for the job" He smirked.

The number of Peter Parker ringing.

[worthylee]

Moon Knight tickle HCs!! 🌙

(since i’m currently randomly back in my moon knight phase and it was like 4am when i started writing this-

idk what my brain was doing awake 🥲

no one asked but i shall provide regardless so yeah enjoy ! p.s these are my hcs for each character so you do NOT have to agree! i may add more later)

Marc Spector

Ler-leaning switch!!

To his dismay is capable of being reduced to hysterics

He can say ‘tickle’ with ease and likes to use it to tease and fluster Steven. Tho technically it’s hypocritical bc teases affect him

As expected he’s incredibly stubborn and will put up a fight, deny being ticklish or even argue with his attacker claiming he hates it (which is a lie but he will NEVER admit to it and would probably rather die)

He’s not an overly ruthless ler (compared to jake) he gives breaks and will stop if the lee really means it but he is so much rougher than his gentle British alter

Right between his ribs and sides will have him contorting while pleading and begging.

Some of his lower ribs will have him hiccuping

Shares a death spot with his alters just above his hips which will have him either screaming or straight up wheezing for air

His ears are weirdly ticklish and will have him squirming and giggling adorably (Layla has some real fun with that)

His laughter is deeper, more fuller in sound but when a weak spot is found he squeals which often makes Layla melt and she will often tease him about it

He starts fights but can also end them

Anticipation has him growling as a way to act annoyed but he squirms like an eager worm

He will play as system protector in this situation and front only if Steven seems to be on the edge of ticklish death or he feels he’s had enough

He hates it when Khonshu uses his pointy staff to poke him randomly, it puts him on edge with his brain thinking a tickle attack is coming but it rarely ever does

He’s partly delusional thinking that Khonshu just wants to annoy him and doesn’t actually know he’s ticklish (he very much does)

I’d like to point out that if you tickle Marc for long enough he’ll accidentally force Steven or Jake to front. But it’s usually Steven.

Steven Grant

Lee!! Change. My. Mind!

He cannot say the t-word to save his life, gets overly flustered and can’t form a coherent sentence if made to say it

Sometimes panics (especially if the ler threatens to target his weakest spots) and Marc will just suddenly front

“TAKE THE BODY MARC TAKE THE BODY!!”

As a ler he is playful but so gentle! Like he’ll tease but he will ask “you alright love? is it too much?” with like genuine concern. The only exception is when he’s playing tickle monster he is really speedy with his fingers

He is definitely one to initiate an attack just to provoke an attack on him

Yeah he secretly loves it

The only person he won’t go easy on is his alter Marc bc he’s always so moody so Steven uses tickles to make him smile for once

Everywhere is a weak spot!!

It’s not hard to send him into a fit of uncontrollable laughter

His laughter is much more high pitched and switches between being squealy and wheezy. A singular poke has him giggling giddily like a goddamn child

If tickled too long he will fade into silent laughter which often means he’s on the verge of dying (he never makes it that far because Marc often fronts)

Layla always takes advantage of enjoying hearing the squeaks and squeals when she tickles him

He finds Khonshu’s teasing pokes endearing and will say “stop it you silly old bird” which often results in more pokes

Jake Lockley

Ler! 💀

Ruthless. Merciless. Cruel. Unapologetic!

He’d have anyone screaming, begging and crying within second. Like he’s the kind of guy who’d be able to turn a non-ticklish person ticklish. He’d find the right spot

Not much of a verbal teaser but is ruthless with the anticipation purely to carry out the torture before he absolutely destroys the lee with their death spot

He’s the type to warn you. He’ll be like “You keep that up I will tickle you unconscious.” He warns about three times but then

HE. WILL. NOT. STOP!

Means they can’t use the “you didn’t warn me” excuse

If someone is tickling Steven or Marc and it gets way too much for them he will front and DESTROY whoever their attacker is bc he’s their system’s protector and he’s not afraid to act on his role

He’s not overly ticklish mainly because he has more willpower to not be but—

He shares the spot right above his hip like his alters which gets him laughing but he doesn’t have it as bad as Marc and Steven

To his utter most dismay if you repeatedly poke that spot the right way you can draw out squeals. HE. HATES. IT

If he’s teased for it just know you probably won’t live to see another day

It’s easy to tell if he’s fronting during a tickle attack bc his laughter sounds repressed and strained bc he either fights it or the spot just isn’t as ticklish

Or if you’re not attacking a sensitive spot he’s not laughing at all and just looks severely pissed so rip to you

If in a mood and is tickled…RUN! he will destroy anyone in his path!

Bc of this no one and I mean NO ONE tries to tickle him. Ever. Out of pure fear he might murder them

Even Layla hasn’t dare tried. Yet

[therealraewest]

[amazingmsme]

Laying My Love On You

AN: Still catching up, hang in there! Here’s day 22 with Steven & Layla! Just some really cute fluff for the cute boi. & yes it’s a fucking Mamma Mia reference, eat your heart out.

Layla had brought it up to him while they were out running errands, and Marc had to admit the idea amused him greatly. Mostly because he knew from experience how lovingly cruel she could be, and well, Steven had been rather annoying and sulky lately. How he could still be hung up over a damn fish for this long was behind him. Regardless, he had this coming.

She'd said that Steven accidentally let slip that he's rather ticklish, but immediately realized his mistake and forced Marc out instead. He'd been subtly trying to avoid her ever since. Or not so subtle, it would seem.

They were sitting on the couch, a rerun of the Halloween Baking Championship playing in the background.

"You ready?" she whispered, lips barely ghosting over the shell of his ear. He shivered.

"Yeah, but I don't think I'm the one you should be asking," Marc chuckled, allowing her to straddle him and pin his arms to his sides.

Steven was abruptly shoved out. At first, he worried something might be wrong, but then he felt soft lips pepper his neck with tickly kisses.

"Whaha- Lahayla! Ihit's mehehe!" he cried out, as if he could never be the intended target.

"Aw, did Marc not warn you?" she asked, her tone clearly mocking. "You just thought you could hide forever, huh? Or at least until I'd forget about how you're, how did you put it? "Devastatingly ticklish?"" she quoted, a devilish grin spreading across her face. Steven went pale.

"Did- did I say that? That's seems like an exaggeration-" he cut himself off with a giggly squeal when her lips connected with his neck.

"No you definitely said that. It's been ingrained in my memory," she spoke against his skin, the vibrations causing giggles to bubble up in his throat.

She trailed kisses from his jawline down to his collarbone, enjoying every shriek, gasp and squeal he let out. She smirked, "And judging by your reactions, I'd say you were spot on," she teased, mouthing at his Adams apple. He threw his head back and cackled in response.

"Ohoho cohohome ohon, d-don't tease!" he pleaded through helpless laughter. She couldn't help but laugh along.

"Aw, but why not? Does it make it woooorse?" she cooed in a high pitched voice. Steven blushed and tried to scrunch his neck.

"Yehehes ohokahahay?" he whined, burying his face in his hands to hide. Layla scoffed, grabbing his wrists and pulling them away.

"You've been hiding for far too long, I wanna see you smile," she said in a honey sweet tone.

"I-I just thought Marc deserved to be out while you're here," he stuttered out, his honestly surprising them both.

"You know I want to spend time with you too, right?" she asked softly. Steven shrugged.

"Well, yeah, but he's the one you married," he pointed out sheepishly. "Just figured you'd rather be with him," he said quietly.

Steven heard a scoff from his left. He looked to the side to see Marc staring at him from a decorative mirror on the adjacent wall. He furrowed his brows, as if questioning him. Marc wore a smug smirk and said, "That sounds like a pretty flimsy excuse for swapping places in the middle of a tickle attack. You deserve this."

Steven was about to defend himself, yelping instead when Layla grabbed him by the hips and tugged so he was laying flat on his back. Before he could ask what she was doing, his shirt was being taken off. Her lips kissed from the base of his neck down his chest as breathy snickers and squeals filled the air.

With the trail of ticklish kisses she left in her wake, it wasn't hard to guess where her next target was.

"Lahahaylahaha nohoho! Nohohot my tuhummyyy!" he whined, hands tangled in her hair as he weakly tried to shove her away, or at the very least redirect her to a different spot.

"Oh, did I find your tickle spot?" she taunted, nuzzling her face into the warm skin. He shrieked, deep belly laughter pouring freely from his mouth with the force of rushing rapids. Layla laughed, the vibrations sending tiny shocks through his system. "I'll take that as a yes!"

Layla was going to have a very fun night.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

NEW MASTERPOST!

DNI: Minors, Ageless, or NSFW

Prompts: CLOSED!

Hello there! I decided to make a new Masterpost since my old one no longer worked ❤️ Hello, I am SpaceCadet or you can call me Sweet ❤️ :) I am 26 years old and I have been posting fanficition since 2020/2021 ❤️ I've been a part of the tickle community for a while but never felt comfortable posting about it until later ❤️ For a while, I posted mostly Spiderman and Moonknight fics (hence why they have the most fics) but have started branching into other fandoms as well ❤️ Down below, you'll find the Fandoms I write for as well as a link to my AO3 account with more non-related tickle fics ❤️

And, if you have any questions, feel free to ask ❤️ :)

Fandoms I have written for: (some tickle and whumpee, but mostly tickle)

Spiderman

Peter 1

Peter 2

Peter 3

Harry Osborne

Norman Osborne

Otto Octavious (Octodad)

MJ

Gwen

Tobey Maguire

Andrew Garfield

Tom Holland

Moonknight

Marc Spector

Jake Lockley

Steven Grant

Layla

Marvel

Irondad

Peter

Harvey

Morgan

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Sebastian Stan

Yondu

Peter Quill

The Greatest Showman

PT Barnum

Philip Caryle

Caroline Barnum

Helen Barnum

Celtic Thunder

Emmet Cahill

Colom Keegan

Keith Harkin

Damian McGinty

Star Wars

Luke Skywalker

Leia Organa

Han Solo

Ahsoka Tano

Anakin Skywalker

Finn

Poe Dameron

Rey Palpatine

Kanan Jarrus

Ezra Bridger

Star Trek

Captain Jim Kirk

Spock

Doctor Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Chekov

Montgomery "Scotty" Scott

NCIS

Tony Dinozzo

Tim McGee

9-1-1

Captain Bobby Nash

Evan "Buck" Buckley

Christopher Diaz

Eddie Diaz

Barbie

Allan

Ken (Ryan Gosling)

Lab Rats

Adam Davenport

Chase Davenport

Tasha Davenport

Merlin

Arthur Penadragon

Merlin

Encanto

Bruno Madrigal

Camillo Madrigal

Avatar the Last Airbender

Katara

Sokka

Zuko

Iroh

Spies in Disguise

Walter

Lance Streling

Wild Kratts

Martin Kratt

Chris Kratt

SpyxFamily

Loid Forger

Yor Forger

Anya Forger

Headcannons

Peter 1, 2, 3

Norman Osborne

Otto Octavius

MJ

Irondad

Harvey

Autistic Peter Parker

Marc Spector

Jake Lockley

Steven Grant

Star Trek

Y/N Fics

Andrew Garfield

Sebastian Stan

Irondad

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

OC's

Lily

Lila

Kirk

Mullach

If you want more non-tickle related content, down below is my AO3 account you can tour ❤️ :)

[thebest-medicine]

Okaaay this is the anon who asked for moon knight... So i like to think that the boys can have differets bodies and interact with each other. And i picture Steven and Jake just chilling playing some card games and jake start to cheat and get cocky about it, then marc who was taking a nap is suddenly awake, it's difficult to sleep if the only thing You Heard are teases and chuckles from Jake. Then he sees they cards that Jake have and realizes he's cheating so he kindly says "You shouldn't cheat

Aw yeah I do think it would be cool for them to be able to hang out / interact! Thanks for sending in the prompt. I can’t promise to have something written out but thanks for sending the detailed prompt!

[just-a-fluffy-knight]

FEIGIEEEEEE

DROP MK SZN 2

AND MY LIFE

IS YOURS

WHERE 😭 IS 😭 MOON 😭 KNIGHT 😭

[lyonnerileyauthor]

His Golden Scales #1

pt 2 | masterpost

fem reader, dragon x human, captor/captive

your father’s body is still warm when your uncle comes to claim the throne. as the last remaining heir it’s yours by right, but he’s always sought out power that wasn’t his.

there’s only one way to take a crown, and it’s by force or death.

his shining knights spirit you away in the dark. you should have seen it coming, but you did always see the best in people. they drag you out to the mountainside, intending to put a sword through you and give you, at least, an honorable death.

then there’s fire. fire and screams as a bolt of flame rushes past you, burning the hair off your arms. a roar fills the valley as a glittering golden creature sweeps down from the sky, carried on wings that blot out the moon.

when the last knight falls over dead, a pile of ash inside a suit of armor, you stand quivering behind a stone and hoping the dragon won’t find you. but his nostrils flare, and you know he’s caught your scent.

“come out, small thing,” the dragon says, his voice a bellow. “I won’t hurt you—just yet.”

you have no choice. he’ll find you soon, and then you’ll be charcoal, too.

you step out into the moonlight, and his golden eyes drink you in. he wraps one huge, clawed hand around you, and draws you close. his breath tickles your skin.

“I found you,” he says, licking his long fangs. “and now you’re mine.”

[starogeorgina]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬

Pairing: Criston Cole x reader

Warnings: Swearing

1.02

In the king's private chamber, you sit across from Ser Harrold Westerling, Lord Commander of the king's guard, and Lord Lyonel Strong, the hand of the king. Your father's hand reads out the names of potential knights to be your sworn shield, but your father was only half listening; he was more interested in showing Meera his sculpture of Valyria before the Doom.

When your father doesn’t answer, Lord Lyonel clears his throat. “Your grace.”

“Ser Arryk and Ser Erryk are sworn to my wife and heir. Both Queen Alicent and Rhaenyra choose their shields.” He offers you a smile and says, "Perhaps you should do the same.”

“I would like to familiarize myself with the keep before deciding. After all, it won’t only be myself they are protecting.”

“Excellent idea,” he watches fondly as your daughter climbs to the top of your lap and shyly observes the knights in the room. “I thought my granddaughter may inherit her strong northern roots, but she is the image of her grandmother.”

“That was the first thing Rhaenyra said when she saw her.”

Anyone who knew your late mother, Queen Aemma, commented on how much Meera resembled her. However, it was surprising when you first met your sweet nephews, Jacaerys and Lucerys, who didn’t resemble their mother or father. Your uncle Daemon had made a snide remark on how they had a strong resemblance to the Lord Commander of the City Watch, but seeing your glare, he shut up. Regardless of the side glances they got at court, Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor look genuinely happy, and that’s all you could wish for.

“I thought Ser Gwayne might have joined us.”

“I believe he was meeting with the queen to break fast.”

He raises his brows and says, “And you and my granddaughter weren’t asked to join them?”

“I wouldn’t want to impose.”

You had only been married two days, and you hadn’t spoken with Gwayne properly since he left your bedchamber after performing your marital duty. And you had yet to see Alicent without a scowl on her face, so it was no loss not to be invited.

“Besides, we have a busy morning planned, don’t we, sweetling?”

Your daughter nods. Meera was only five and already very cautious; it will take her a while to adjust to her new life. You wrap your arms around her, keeping her from accidentally sliding off your lap. Smiling fondly, your father tickles her cheek, and you glance at his other hand, which he usually kept hidden under a leather glove, and observe the black rot that was spreading across his flesh.

“Do you have anything planned with Ser Gwayne?”

“No, we are going to pick a dragon egg before we go to Meera's first lesson. Then I’m going dragon riding.”

Your father's mouth twitches slightly; the burning desire to say something you wouldn’t like was on the tip of his tongue, but a knock at the door prevents that from happening. When the door is opened, one of the ladies in waiting enters the room and says, "Forgive the interruption, my king.” She curtsies before facing you. “The remaining carriages from Winterfell have arrived, princess.”

For the first time in many moons, you feel excitement bubbling inside you. “Thank you.”

Meera jumps off your lap and says, “Storms here.”

The men in the room look baffled, mainly your father. A small laugh passes his lips when he sees how excited his grandchild has suddenly become. “Storm?”

“Her direwolf,” you stand up and take Meera’s hand. “If you’ll excuse us, father,”

“I shall enjoy meeting the wolf tonight at supper.”

Just as you reach the doorway, Ser Harrold calls out, “What knight, in the meantime, would you like to be your shield, princess?”

“Ser Criston Cole.”

—

Pulling off your riding gloves, you allow Lady to nuzzle into your hand. She seems to take comfort in the familiarity of your scent. Much like yourself, the she-dragon had been timid in youth, but without other dragons overbearing, her lady had flourished and become boisterous over the years. Her peach-coloured scales reflected in the sunlight beautifully. Lady would be enjoying basking in the sun on the hill she landed on after spending so long in the cold.

Not long before his death, Edric had a grey and white heart-shaped collar made for Lady. Edric was equally fascinated and terrified of the large creature, but he always acknowledged how deep your love and bond with your dragon were.

“It’s different here, huh?” You press your forehead against her scales. “I miss the north as well.”

A single tear rolls down your cheek, and as if Lady can sense you’re upset, a squeal that resembles a cry erupts from her. You had lived in the north for six years, and while mourning your husband was difficult, being ordered by the king to return home and remarry immediately hurt. You suspected Alicent was the one who insisted it was a matter of urgency.

You wonder why Storm would miss the feeling of snow when he walks along the cobblestones and sandy beaches? It was known that direwolves didn’t travel south, but you couldn’t leave your daughter's faithful companion behind. Raya, your most loyal lady-in-waiting, traveled in the same carriage as the wolf and shared her desire to continue to serve you at the king's landing. You accepted her immediately, not only because you saw her as a friend, but because she had cared for Meera since she was a baby. The only reason you had her arrive at a later date was because it felt disrespectful to have anyone who served house Stark for so long attend a wedding of you marrying into another house.

When you step back from Lady, she flaps her wings and roars before taking off into the air, a mist of dust lifts into the air.

Hearing a horse snorting, you jump startled. “Good gods.”

“Forgive me, princess,” the knight says, clearing his throat. “I didn’t mean to frighten you; I just didn’t want to interrupt—”

“Me cuddling a dragon? It’s quite alright, Ser Criston.”

A small smile graces his lips. The knight was gently stroking his horse, trying to calm his black mare down. The poor thing was terrified because of Lady. When the horse is no longer trembling, Ser Criston looks over at you and says, “You know, princess, it would be a lot easier doing my job as your shield if you informed me of where you are going.”

You laugh. “I will keep that in mind.”

“I was told you had gone dragon riding, but the dragon keepers informed me your dragon hasn’t re-entered the pit since you returned.”

“I doubt she will. Lady has spent the last six years sleeping in caves; I imagine she will do the same here.”

“There is a carriage ready at the bottom of the hill for you to return in.”

Your mouth twists with amusement. “That was most kind of you to arrange; however, I came on horseback and intend to return in the same way.”

A look of disapproval crosses his face.

“You may escort me to the stable at the bottom of the hill where I left Dancer before we ride back.”

Ser Criston lightly taps the saddle, clicks his tongue for the horse to follow, and walks beside you. “You keep surprising me, princess. Have you been riding Dancer for long?”

“No, he is my late husband's horse.”

—

Hands linked behind your back, you stroll through the garden surrounding the godswood, watching as Meera plays with Storm.

You walk in a comfortable silence with Ser Criston by your side. When he spots your uncle approaching, his hand rests on the hilt of his sword. “Prince Daemon.”

“Ser Crispin,” Daemon clicks his tongue. He glares at the knight, silently challenging him.

“Uncle?”

Daemon speaks in high Valyrian, most likely to irk the knight, who wouldn’t understand. “I’m returning to Pentos and wanted to make sure that cunt off a husband hasn’t tried anything stupid.”

“No, I’ve hardly spoken to him since the bedding ceremony.”

“My condolences, niece; that must have been a rather unfulfilling experience. I could always feed him to Caraxes.”

“Two husbands dying so soon? The people will say I dabble with blood magic.”

“As they did with Queen Visenya,” he smirks. He looks Ser Criston up and down and says, “I’m sure if the Hightower does anything in my absence, your guard dog will bite him.”

Criston clenches his jaw, which causes Daemon to smirk amusedly, but his demeanor changes when Meera runs towards him with her arms up in the air. It wasn’t surprising how quickly she had taken to him, given that you would tell your daughter stories about Daemon and Rhaenyra often. But your uncle being so good with a child was surprising; fatherhood had brought another side of him out.

In English, you say, “I do hope that when you return next, Lady Laena and the girls accompany you; I’d love to meet your daughters.”

“As they would you, dear niece.”

—

After your uncle had left and Meera had resumed playing, you turned and faced the knight, saying, “Forgive me, Ser, as that was rather rude of me and my uncle.”

“Do not apologize; I’m sure Prince Daemon thoroughly enjoys it.”

You offer him a grateful smile, and conversation flows between the two of you easily. The knight tells you about his experience being a foot soldier during the Dornish Marches, and he asks about your life while living in Winterfell. “Edric was a good man, and despite it being a political arrangement, we were in love. It wasn’t the type of love poets wrote songs about, but we were happy. We respected one another, and he was always good to me.”

“I’m glad to hear that, princess; even that type of love is rare.” A few moments pass before he speaks again. “Might I ask Princess, how old are you?”

“Nine and ten.”

His eyes widened slightly. “And Princess Meera is five?”

“Yes.” You watch his brows pull together while he does the math in his head. “I married not long after my thirteenth name day.”

“Was your husband close in age?”

“He was only a year older than me, which is probably why we had a good friendship. Although I’m glad I get to live with my family here, I will miss the north dearly.”

“Let us hope Ser Gwayne shows you the same kindness as Stark’s did.”

[archived-daydreams]

— First love, late spring.

Summary: what does it feel like, to fall in love with them?

Characters: Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Gepard, Kafka, Bronya, Serval, Asta x gender neutral reader.

Word count: 1.2 k.

Tags: fluff.

Author’s note: my debut writing for Honkai Star Rail ! I know Jing Yuan hasn’t been released yet, so his part is just personal interpretation; all in all, these are just some sort of little headcanons I wanted to try imagining and writing down, I hope you enjoy <3

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JING YUAN

Falling in love with the Cloud Knight general feels like returning to a home you still hadn’t realized how much you’d longed for.

His calm presence draws you in, a melodious and crackling hearth beckoning you forward in shades of gold and skies at sundown. To stand beside him could be compared to entering a secret forest, where the moon rises as she kisses the dipping sun on the cheek as they meet at dusk. Birds chirp happily, as if revealing the songs your heart likes to play when you are with Jing Yuan, the heat in your cheeks, a manifestation of the firework embers lighting up the starry twilight. The general puts his arm around your shoulders, bringing your form closer to his, fluffy argent hair tickling the side of your neck.

You lean into him, the sunset looks a little brighter when your lover’s lips graze your temple.

And when his big calloused hand intertwines its fingers with yours, you know with him, anywhere is paradise.

DAN HENG

Scarlet maple forests feel more magical underneath the stars.

In the same way, pieces of every story and memory that constitute the wielder of Cloud-Piercer take form before your eyes as you make your way starwards.

Not one for many words or idle conversation, Dan Heng shows you the emotions he conceals to the public in small actions, starlit fragments only the one who dares to rummage between the layers of crimson leaves will uncover. Shielding you from unexpected enemies, helping you up and down the platform of the express, throwing a blanket over your shoulders when you inevitably pass out on the couch after running around with March… And when, still halfway into your realm of dreams, you call his name, a keen eye may spot on the express gurad’s cheeks some of the carmine usually adrift in the breeze in the autumn months.

Then again, if could be just your sleepy imagination…

Perhaps. is the lingering “what if” echoing on your mind.

GEPARD

The steady rock amidst a tumultuous ocean, relentless waves colliding against its silvery surface, time and time again.

Yet the rock does not yield.

Much in the same way the captain of the Silvermane Guards is your white-hot anchor in the blizzard.

No matter how hurt you are, Gepard stays.

No matter how drained and wasted your last breakup left you, his strong arms embrace you, the biting gales futile against his hold.

And maybe, taking notice of your own (and his) feelings might take you a while.

But Gepard Landau’s heart only knows loyalty.

So he waits.

For you to realize, for the sun to finally shine, and mark the path from you to him.

Because argent tends to reflect the skies, and only when the morning star deigns to shine, can the cobblestones tying you together gleam.

You take a step, and you know Gepard Landau is your only destination.

KAFKA

Exhilarating and with “danger” spelled in boldened capitals, that is how romance with the Stellaron’s Hunter feels.

The rational part of you warned you this was a bad idea, yet, as they say, sometimes, the heart wants what it wants.

Freedom prevailed that night, and your lips met the Interastral Peace Corporation’s most wanted’s.

It could have been the drinks you had, against your better judgment, the sweet intoxication of the alcohol in your system and of the temptation of her, a ticking bomb combination.

But caution is thrown to the wind the moment Kafka wraps her priced coat around your shoulders, her lips sensually whispering in your ear, promises of a million idyllic tomorrows together already tangling in the messy yarn ball of your mind.

But who are you to refuse? Or how could anyone, for that matter? When her painted lips envelop yours under the infinity of the firmament?

BRONYA

Dignified, smart, and the picture perfect image of what a heir should be like.

However, what is hidden beyond that icy facade of flawless poise?

Your sweet lover, a girl who enjoys the sound of tranquil nights and hurried steps by morning, someone who lets herself daydream to the faint music coming from Golden Theater.

A beautiful and enchanting contradiction, a storm of opposites you can’t help but get lost in, from the pretty curls of her lucent hair, to her determined gunmetal gaze.

Who would have thought, you think with a tender smile, as your hands run through her steel moonlit tresses, that you’d get to win the heart of the Heir to the Supreme Guardian of Belebog?

Leaving a soft kiss to the crown of her head, you lay down beside her in bed. With a last look out the window at the slate sky, you close your eyes.

The lyrics to a ballad swirl in your mind, probably coming from Golden Theater.

In the dim light, you find your girlfriend’s hand.

That night, Bronya Rand would be the actress in your oneiric plane, her heart, yours alone.

SERVAL

Electrifying and magnetizing, akin to a violet horizon right before a storm. The thunder in the distance makes your every hair stand on end, yet you can’t help longing for something more.

Afternoons helping Serval out at Neverwinter Workshop always end with you sitting before her, wide smile aglow on your features as she picks up her electric guitar. You always loved the way her sapphire eyes sparkled when she talked about this or that new song she was composing, but actually getting to see her perform for you alone… that’s enough to get you giddy.

Her painted nails strum the cords with ease, each of them bending at the workshop owner’s will, as lightning seems to take command of your heart, its thundering pace and the melody she plays seamlessly dancing to the beat of a fervent tango.

As the sky throws its indigo shawl over the lovers, the blonde gazes at you, a pretty (and unusual) rosy tone on her cheeks, a silent inquire for your thoughts about her new piece.

After all, you’re always the first one to hear every new song she comes up with.

ASTA

The girl who used to dream of naming stars after herself finally found a star that will always orbit around the fiery sun she is.

Her crystalline eyes look up from the papers she was sorting out until moments ago, her lips curving up in a crescent not unlike the one she used to observe, when she spots you.

Two cups of coffee in hand, you sit beside her, your head leaning on her shoulder. Your hand catches hers over the table, prompting her to stop the frantic scribbling of her pen.

And the instant her opalescent gaze meets yours, she is breathless, a nebula the color of her hair spreading through her cheeks. Her pen falls out of her grasp, the words she never seems at a loss for, failing her.

As they do every time when it comes to you.

But who could blame her? When she’d trade every galaxy and celestial body in this universe and the next for a millisecond next to you?

The lead researcher of Herta Space Station closes her notepad.

For now, work can wait.

[valiantphantomangel]

The Moon Knight fic will be out tonight!! I hope y'all love it!!

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

@cantsaythetword Thank you so much for this! ❤️ I loved the way you wrote the three Moon Knight boys and the translations underneath for Jake made the story easier to read too! I never thought about the struggle Marc would have to go through around the holidays with his mom 🥺 this poor man deserves all the love ❤️ Thank you again, your work is amazing!

SS2K22 (Part 2) - Christmas Morning

~A/N  - HALLO IT'S ME AGAIN! I get the absolute pleasure to be @sweettallahassee 's squealing santa for 2022! (Yes I get to write 2!!! Lucky me ^^)

I am so happy to get to write something for the Moon Knight boys again I love this trio! I decided to go with the 'wakeup tickles after a rough night' cause I feel like that works really well with these three. I also went for Lee!Marc in this scenario to fit with the prompt the best ^^. I guess it's a liiiiiittle angsty at the start (only a MENTION of Marc's childhood from Steven and Jake) but becomes very fluffy very quickly.

I'm also testing out a way of writing Jake's Spanish to make the story still flow to spanish and non-spanish speakers (such as myself) alike. Let me know if y'all think it works or not, I'm intrigued!!

Once again, thank you @hypahticklish for conducting the entirety of Squealing Santa this year, you've done an amazing job and should be very proud!

Merry Christmas sweettallahassee, I hope you like it !! ~

Tag List: @mysterious-marvel

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"Well at least we know he fell asleep eventually..." Steven sighed, looking sympathetically at Marc.

"Si..." Jake nodded. "Aunque no hará que hoy sea más fácil." "Yes..." Jake nodded. "Though it won't make today any easier."

"I just can't imagine hating Christmas." Steven continued, his head hung low. "It must have been awful, with his- our Mum."

It had only taken a few Christmases for the boys to notice just how much Marc struggled with the holiday season. It wasn't necessarily surprising considering how his Mother had treated him after the accident, but they had no idea how to help.

Jake took a breath, and began moving towards the bed.

"What are you doing?" Steven began, eyebrows raised in both confusion and worry.

"Vamos, es hora de que lo despertemos." "Come on, it's time we woke him."

Jake slowly lowered himself next to Marc's head, starting to gently run his fingers through the sleeping man's hair.

"Es de mañana amigo." He whispered, his voice soft and soothing. "It's morning my friend." He whispered, his voice soft and soothing.

His response was a barely conscious whine as Marc turned away and pulled the covers higher. Jake sighed, letting his fingers fall down to the nape of his brother's neck and back up to the base of his hairline.

He would have given up , if not for the slight flinch from the body in front of him, and the almost silent sleepy giggle that followed.

Both Jake and Steven's eyes met, pupils aglow with inspiration and excitement. Jake continued the smooth trails of his fingers up and down Marc's neck, and Marc continues to let soft murmurs of a laugh leave his still-sleeping form.

"Awww!" Steven cooed quietly. "That's adorable!"

Jake grinned, gesturing with his free hand for Steven to join him.

Jumping at the chance to help make Marc's day a little brighter, Steven settled himself near Marc's waist. He brought a hand up to the man's stomach and let his fingers form a soft claw. The moment he began spidering his fingertips along Marc's tummy, Marc was already giggling out his last few moments of sleep.

"Whahahahat...?" Marc drowsily chuckled, not completely aware of the fact that the laughter was coming from him. "Guhuhuhuys!"

"¿Qué te pasa Marc?" Jake smirked from behind. "¿Cosquilloso?" "What's the matter Marc?" Jake smirked from behind. "Ticklish?"

"Quihihihit ihihit!"

Steven laughed. "Oh I don't think you quite want us to stop!"

And boy was Steven right. The beaming smile, the half-hearted (and half-asleep) bats of his hand, the deepening blush with every teasing word. Marc was loving every second of the attention, no matter how flustering it may be.

Knowing how much his friend was appreciating the moment, Steven decided to add his other hand to Marc's tummy. Along with a little more pressure and sporadic movements.

"Nononononono Steheheven!" Marc yelped, delving into full-on belly laughter now. "Stahahap ihihit!"

Sensing the change in tone of the playful attack, Jake began squeezing Marc's trap muscles - right at the base of his neck. Marc let out a squeal, arching his back momentarily before curling up into a ball.

With his access to Marc's tummy temporarily revoked, Steven opted for the deadlier option of his hips. They were a well-known screech spot, but Steven could tell Marc was in the mood for a continued tickle attack.

And who was he to decline?

Somehow finding the perfect balance of pressure and speed, Steven's nimble thumbs rubbed agonizingly endless circles on Marc's hip bones. Marc's waist bucked and shook, as the poor man shrieked within an inch of his life.

"STEHEHEHE- STAHAHA- PLEHEHEHE-!" Marc begged, unable to push a full word through his humiliatingly high pitched laughter.

"Aww, can Marc not take the tickly tickly tickles?" Steven teased, tapping his fingers against his victim's sides.

"NOHOHO- WAHAHAI- STEHEHEV-!"

As Steven continued to torture the poor American senseless, Jake took a moment to relax. His two friends, laughing themselves silly on Christmas morning. What more could a man want? He smiled softly at the sight, and whispered under his breath:

"Feliz navidad, mi hermano." "Merry Christmas, my brother."

[seattlesellie]

knight!ellie x princess!reader drabble. ♡🗡️🕯️

an: since i’m thinking of writing a full fic of knight ellie x princess reader i wanted to know what you guys think ! let me know if i should turn this into something way longer. just a lil peak of the themes of a longer fic 💗

cw: mature themes, reader is a little lonely, tension.

the moon is so bright, so big, so white, luminous, it reflects in her emerald eyes and renders them almost mystical, bordering on the verge of the unreal. one couldn't help but wonder if she herself was not entirely real, a specter of dreams made flesh. do you recall those distant days of childhood? just eight years old, insisting that your imaginary friend — aurora, was right by your side? you clung to her like a lifeline. you'd shed tears as your mother, the reigning queen, denied the request for an extra place setting, an empty plate reserved for aurora alone. how you fell asleep bawling, tasting salt on your tongue, bitter and sickening, feeling as if you were drowning in your sleep, the specter of aurora growing gaunt and wretched, as though starved for existence.

how you woke up plagued by guilt, tormented by a high fever and a stubborn eye infection, crying and screaming for your imaginary best friend. and how from that day on, the castle fell empty. you wandered around, through those regal halls like a specter, floating like a brittle ghost, nodding politely when a maid curtsied in reverence, offering a feeble smile to the steward as he addressed you as his cherished princess.

you filled your duties, all your royal obligations, attended to your classes, spoke only when spoken to by your parents, ignored when another royal called you a “loony” when catching you in the midst of a conversation with several alabaster rabbits.

you formed a connection with the world around you, a bond that ran far deeper than what met the eye, and now one knew.

you rub on your eyelids with the back of your hand, and blink in dismay — oh, you’ve been mistaken, she is real, and her abdomen rises and falls with each breath, the clang of her armor a testament to her existence, to your sanity. her eyelids flutter, and her throat subtly moves as she swallows. a strand of her auburn hair sways in the wind too, but sweet aurora’s hair also danced in the breeze, so who knows.

sometimes it all is simply too blurry.

for now, you choose to believe.

the grass tickles your bare toes, you don’t laugh.

“hate being a princess” you mutter with a sigh, tilting your head to the side — her side, to see if perhaps she vanished like the rest of them, yet finding her there.

her role as a knight is dictated with silence in your presence, a mere executor of commands from your father with a duty to bow in submission, so she doesn’t respond. all she has to do is be your protector, keep you safe and guarded, make sure you won’t try and run once more.

she’s also not supposed to help you with your clandestine escapades from the castle, she’s not supposed to lay in the tall royal gardens ridiculously green grass with the princess, to allow the opulent and delicate fabric of her dress to gently brush against the barest portion of her knee. yet — she allows it.

she’s not supposed to help you pick flowers and greet you good morning, she was supposed to be unyielding as stone, almost ephemeral yet ever-present.

and now your ankle shifted to rest gently against hers, and she didn’t even nudge you.

“i despise it” you repeat. you try and voice your frustration but it comes off as too soft. ellie typically abhorred anything soft. she’d rather sleep on a hard mattress than a plush one, favored stomping over floating.

and yet you seem to be an exception.

you seem to be an exception for lots of things.

and ellie doesn’t respond. she blinks at the full moon and it blinks back at her.

“do you like being a knight?”

you think you may have heard a breathy chuckle. you’re unsure, you sigh.

“ellie?”

and she never told you her name. you figured it out by yourself.

then she begins, pink tongue folding and moistening her lower lip. “i like being your knight”, she blinks thrice, in a hurry — like she said something wrong, as though she feared she might have offended anyone else whose knight she was not. she takes a deep breath, for some reason it's shaky.

“i like, i- need, to protect the kingdom. it’s my duty. for the sake of your father, the people, you — you know that, my princess”

and usually you’d cringe when addressed with that title. you voiced it already — that title isn’t you, you don’t want it, it felt like a burdensome label imposed or cursed upon your birth, but for some reason, when she says it ; “my princess” it feels like her “my”, is the one that holds the power to cloud your mind. and that’s why you don’t argue that it isn’t your name, because she calls you as hers, and oh how bad you want to be hers.

you overheard the conversations among the other young royals, who spoke in hushed tones about "crushes." you eves dropped and furrowed your brows intently when they talked about the charming sable boy, a dark haired prince from a faraway land, an adviser. they described the feeling of having a crush as if they were “falling”, “giddy”, “thrilled”, “like riding a horse, really really fast”

and it never really happened to you, albeit you really did try. you just accepted it, you’d be crush-less forever, forced to marry a crush-less prince, forced to live a crush-less life.

then you met knight ellie.

it happened when she removed her bascinet, when she casually tossed her tousled auburn locks from side to side, when she smiled that sly smirk then immediately wiped it off and glued her gaze to the stone wall. it was in the way her eyes met yours, her all but graceful bow, and the sound of her armored knee meeting the ground, when she chuckled after winning the battle of who would be the princesses knight. how cocky she looked as her arm was raised in triumph, only to transform into humble grace when officially declared the winner.

but it wasn't a feeling akin to falling; it was more like crashing down. you also didn’t feel giddy, you felt nauseous and tight everywhere, you weren’t thrilled you were petrified, and you didn’t ride a horse really fast — it was more like being thrown off the horse and crashing onto the ground, nose-first.

so it didn’t feel like crushing, it felt like something else. and you really had to go to the washroom.

“you don’t… owe anything to the kingdom, or to my father” you murmur.

she really doesn’t. it got her family starved, killed. “i do” she lies, swallowing thickly. “also, i really don’t need protection” then you lie, rolling your eyes with a huff.

she'd call you a brat if she wasn't your knight, and if she knew for certain that you wouldn't go running to your father after being offended.

“i should run away” you muse, idly toying with the hem of your dress. ellie sees the bare flesh of your thigh and she feels like maybe she shall run away as well. then her breath hitches down her throat, and she really hates it because this isn't the first time. perhaps she's sick, a throat infection. it's getting very hard to breathe.

t'must be the armor, the decides.

then she decided it's not.

it's simply the cold night air. definitely not your naked thigh, or your hunger to be free, or the way your dress flows with the wind, or the way your eyelashes flutter and your fingertips tap tap tap on your plushy lips.

“should i fetch the horse then, my princess? which one d'ya want, charlie... or buster, maybe. he's a strong one” ellie croons then swallows a chuckle.

she’s also not supposed to joke with you. or to stare at your thigh, or to let you place your head on her armored chest.

“yes” you reply like she’s serious.

then a cloud veils the once-bright moon, and your knight clears her throat.

“i should take you to your room, freedom warrior, s’getting late”

“you shall take me to the forest to pick some blackberries, knight”

ellie chuckles and argues back. “i shall not”

“disobeying a royal?” you say with a wink.

you might actually be the death of her.

[sheyfu]

》 random thought hehe not even going to format it because it's a spur of the moment thing and it's 5am 😭😭; overused trope maybe?×*×*; soshiro hoshina x fem!reader; confusing plot me thinks im so sorry this was just a random thought that occured 😭😭; wc: 259; read for a banger 🙏

“hey y/n” the young hoshina soshiro calls for the attention of the little lady. “do you need anything, soshi?”

“do you pinky promise to stay with each other forever?” his closed eyes opening as he offers a pinky to the young heir. “of course, you doofus! i'm going to become the strongest to protect you and mama and papa!” you say, pumping your fists and locking your pinky with his.

hoshina soshiro can't help but laugh, clutching his stomach as you stare at him weirdly. “what's so funny, meanie young mister master?”

“oh nothing nothing, i'm looking forward to it, o great knight and shining armor!” he declares to the world without a care. “just don't forget about our promise, okay? you know what happenes to liars!” the young hoshina quips. “of course not, doofus! lying is bad, mama said so! hmph. what do you take me for?” you say with fake agitation and turn away from him.

“noooooo y/n! i'm sorry i didn't mean iiiiitttt” he says as he continues to giggle.

“meanie!” you felt him tackle you and start tickling your belly. “hey! stop it!!” you gasp for air as he continues the tickle attack on your body—laughs being carried with the wind and more pinky promises being shared as the moon took over the sun.

in that moment, he believed you and in everything you said.

yet, as he watches your lifeless body get pulled out of the remains of tachikawa base, he can't help but think:

what a liar you are, my dearest.

ermmm 😓😓 i hope this was enjoyable for everyone!! this man (and sae) has been clouding my mind all week long so why not write for him aha aha aha 😍🔥😍🔥😍 reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated!!

[biancadjarin]

Looked up at me

with honor and truth

pairing: knight!eddie x princess!reader

18+! Smut and adult language.

a/n: I started reading @allthingsjoeq ‘s knight!eddie story and my mind immediately took a turn down a horny side street. Art by @mcbeanzontoast 🗡️

As you and your royal escort reach the end of a particularly long stretch of forest, the soft sound of lapping water tickles your ears. The setting Sun has casted a coral pink hue over the cloudless sky and the moon is starting to become visible.

“I think we should set up here for the night, trying to keep you alive all day is exhausting.” Eddie mumbles at you curtly. He begins to lay out a blanket and drop his satchel and sword on it, spreading out to take a sip of water from his canteen. You watch as a drop misses his lips and trails down his chin onto his shiny chainmail. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and tosses the canteen, laying back onto the soft blanket and with a content sigh.

As the sky turns darker, the ombré of colors fading from pink to purple to blue, stars beginning to twinkle in the distance. A soft breeze blows your hair around your shoulders, the first breeze you’ve felt after a long, hot day. You’re feeling sticky and uncomfortable, wanting to bathe before you retire for the night.

While Eddie rests his eyes you wander off toward the water you heard earlier. Not having to walk far before you come to a small ravine, a jagged short cliff above it pouring water into the mouth of the stream. The winding crystal clear, blue water stretches far past your line of sight, tall trees lining each side. You see a deer in the distance lapping a drink out of it’s edge. You bend down and touch the water and it’s a comfortable warm temperature. You head back to your makeshift camp and grab your things for your bath.

Eddie opens his eyes at the sound of a crow cawing in the distance. He looks around and his heart starts beating faster when he doesn’t see any sign of you. The looming threat of being beheaded nags at him as he starts to panic. He shimmies off his heavy armor and grabs his sword as he begins to search for you.

You’re sitting waist deep in the little river holding your apothecary jar of rose scented oils. The soft lapping around your hips and splashing spray against your back has you feeling relaxed. The early night sky smiles down on you, the full moon casting an ethereal glow over your naked body. You close your eyes and breath in the sweet scent of your oils as you rub them all over your body.

Eddie stumbles out of the trees and finally his heart rate steadies when he sees you. Until he sees your nude breasts and his heart starts hammering twice as fast. His round doe eyes grow wider and you squint your eyes when you see his silhouette.

“Uhhh..” he turns his back to you “Forgive me, princess. I got worried.” You giggle at his sudden manners. And his boyish shyness. “Tis not safe for you to be out here alone.” He chastises.

“But I needed to bathe Sir Edward.” “And you couldn’t wait until the morning?” He asks with his back still to you. “I like to bathe under the moon. Mother always says the most beautiful creatures come out at night.” Eddie shakes his head at your lighthearted tone. “I usually have Rosalind or one of my ladies in waiting help me. But since you’re all that’s here, you’ll do.”

Eddie peeks over his shoulder with raised brows and you smile at him, finger beckoning him to you. He walks towards you, bare feet crunching the grass beneath them. “Princess I don’t think it would be appropriate…” You shush him and toss the sea sponge at him. It lands in his hands with a wet plop.

Eddie takes a deep breath, he’s never seen someone so beautiful. You look like one of the mermaids or sirens he’s read about in his fantasy novels. The moon and stars are sparkling against the water that surrounds you and reflects in your eyes. He wades into the water and walks up to you with a grin that’s impossible for him to hide.

You wordlessly hand him the small glass bottle as you watch his eyes trail over your body. He pours the thick oil onto the sponge and begins to rub your shoulders with it respectfully. Of course you’re capable of washing yourself. Did a pretty good job of it before Eddie showed up. But this opportunity is too good to pass up. You feel your head lull back and let the waterfall cascade over your hair and shoulders. Your chest heaves up towards Eddie’s face and he forgets about the sponge, dropping it and using his hands to massage the oil into your breasts. A few rose petals cling to your skin as his fingertips squeeze the soft flesh. His thumbs settle over the perked curve of your nipples, teasing and tweaking them.

You moan as you feel his hands trail down your sides with a featherlight touch, caressing and squeezing every inch of you like he’s committing it to memory.

“Sir Edward?” He hums in acknowledgment as you pull his attention away from your curves. “When was the last time you had a bath?” You ask knowing full well most knights only bathe once a week, even royal ones. He looks up at you with a devilish grin, knowing where you’re going with this question.

He pulls off his thin cloth top and tosses it into the grass. He is toned and tanned, the body of a man who grew up doing farm labor and then began training and fighting with the royal guard when he hit maturity. The smooth planes of his chest lead to a softly toned stomach, the taut skin pulled over his flexing muscles. He looks down at his pants and hesitates for a moment. “Princess, I don’t want to offend you. But my body has a mind of it’s own. And I’ve had this” he grabs at the bulge in his crotch, “since I first saw you naked.”

You softly swat his hand away and pull his pants fully off, throwing them toward his shirt. His hardened length slaps up against his lower stomach and you bite your lip. His eyes are worried as they wait for your reaction, his cheeks tinted the same soft shade of pink as the head of his cock. Your warm, soapy fingers trail down his chest and stomach and grasp his length, you curl your fingers and begin to pump him.

“Fuck, prin-princess.” His voice strains. His eyes squeeze shut as he focuses on not cumming immediately. Your free hand gets lost in his curls, nails scratching at the base of his skull making him preen and purr like a kitten. You place a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, his soft lips parting and chasing after yours.

You moan into his kiss while his hands pull your waist towards his, his strong hands squeezing your hips and ass. You feel the waterfall around you as he pushes you behind it, your bodies hidden behind the curtain of water.

“I could be killed for doing this.” He smiles against your lips. “If you want to stop?” You suggest. He laughs, “I’d rather die than stop.” His hand slips down between your wet bodies and settles between your thighs, where you’re wettest. Your forehead rests on his shoulder as his fingers slip around your folds and begin to circle around your delicate nub. The splashing sounds muffle your cries of pleasure.

Eddie’s mind is racing with thoughts. The feeling of your tight heat around his fingers, your soft body pressed against his, your breasts pressed up against his chest so close he can feel your heartbeat. He hasn’t bedded a maiden in a fortnight, being busy with his knight duties. But the maidens he’s used to are a pale comparison to you. Especially your lack of body hair. Only royalty can afford hair removal.

“Want you to take me Eddie. Deflower me.” You moan into his ear. He shakes his head, “Princess you know I can’t do that. Your husband must deflower you.” He whines. “I don’t care. I want you. Only you.” You say as you lean against the smooth, curved rock and wrap your thighs around his hips. You guide the long, curved length of him into your heat and you both shudder at the slight resistance.

Eddie holds you close as he rocks his hips gently, easing in inch by inch, feeling your tight spongey walls hug his cock like you were made for him. He kisses your neck as you whimper softly, pleasure taking over the stretching feeling. Eddie bottoms out and holds there for a moment, his balls pulsing against your asscheeks. He sets a fast pace as your walls pull him in with every grind of your hips. Every delicious ridge of him hitting all the spots deep within you that you never knew were there, his fingertips dig bruises into your waist while he holds you in place.

His grunts and moans sound like the wolf that almost killed you earlier and you smile as you watch him lose control. Your brave, daring knight, protective and kind, even behind the veil of indignant indifference he’s been showing you all day. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth as your legs start to shake around his waist, the force of your orgasm hitting you suddenly. You squeeze his cock tightly with each roll of your hips as you ride out your high and his movements become sloppy until he presses his hips flush to yours. You feel his hot seed shoot deep inside you and you hope he plants a beautiful flower there. He looks up at you through his wet bangs and smiles, the first real showing of emotion he’s shown you all day.

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neck kisses

steven grant x reader

summary: steven panics when he sees he accidentally gave you hickeys because he thinks he hurt you.

warnings: hickeys obviously

tags: gn!reader, the tiniest bit of angst, fluff

word count: 0.5k

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It was the sweet kind of neck kissing. Not horny, not desperate, just pure and sweet, innocent.

Steven had had a tough day at the museum being treated like shit by Donna, and he had nestled into your arms for some comfort as soon as he got home, and here you were; his face nuzzled into your neck, your hands gently rubbing up and down his back in a soothing manner, his mouth delicately kissing the tender and warm skin of your neck.

You silently giggled as the tip of his nose softly brushed and tickled your sensitive skin, and you could feel him growing bolder in his kisses when your hand shifted to his hair, playing with his curls and softly raking your nails against his scalp; he gently nipped here and there at your neck, grazing his teeth against your flesh, softly sucking at your skin from time to time, and it felt pleasant. 

You wished you could stay like that forever; just you and him laying on his couch, a forgotten tv program now used as background sound, his mouth delicately wandering around your skin, his very light stubble prickling at it nicely. 

He peppered soft kisses along your jawline next, going up to your cheek, punctuating his action with a final kiss left to your lips.

He pulled away and lovingly smiled at you, his thumb caressing your cheek.

All of this was lovely, until his gaze darted down to your neck and his expression changed into one of horror.

"Oh bloody hell" he gasped, shifting his position on the couch. He frowned, mouth agape, and took a closer look at your neck. "Did I do this? Oh my– I'm so sorry!" he quickly started panicking, and you took a hold of his hands trying to calm him down, not really understanding what was wrong.

"Steven what's going on?" you asked worriedly.

"Your neck– It's" he started, inspecting your skin there, his face livid like his soul had left his body. "It has spots." he said letting go of your hands to gesture to his own neck. "They weren't there before, I did this"

"Oh" you huffed out, realizing.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you–"

"Steven." you cut him off, grabbing his hands again, your grip on them tighter than lately. "I'm okay. It doesn't hurt at all."

"Really?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Really, they're hickeys, it just means you probably got carried away sucking there, but I promise you it's not hurting me. I'm okay" you nodded, trying to reassure him. The panic on his face faded away, and he mirrored your previous action and slowly nodded in understanding.

"Alright" he sighed in relief, slowly calming down. "I hated the thought that I could have hurt you" he admitted, a small frown drawing over his face.

"It's okay, I'm okay, I promise" you smiled at him. "It just means I'll have to pretend I caught a cold to keep a scarf when I go to work" you chuckled, running a hand through his curls. "That's alright."

He sighed and mumbled a small apology before resting his head over your chest, and you repeated that it was alright, that you were alright.

He hated the thought that he could have hurt you.

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