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minigirl87 · 1 year ago

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Ice is the only hard thing

Steven Grant x Reader

Summary:-

You and Steven go ice skating and accidentally stimulate Steven, but let's be honest, it wouldn't take much to turn that sweetheart on. This is part of @moonknight-events Bingo. There is no description of the reader and no use of y/n.

I used Google translate for the French words

Quelle surprise - I'm surprised

Oui mon amor- yes my love

Salope- bitch.

Please enjoy and feel free to comment and reblog ❤️

Warnings:-

⚠️ 🔞 🤬 over 18s only

Male receiving oral, cum eating.

Word Count:- 1290

London in winter time is a mixture of miserable bitter weather and fun activities. You're currently standing at the bottom step of the National Art Gallery wait for Steven, who, as per usual, is running late. You let out a chuckle as Steven stumbles out from behind a Victorian Greco column for the Galleries stunning entrance, the lights dancing of the creamy stonework, making the building stand out against the velvety inky sky of evening.

Your warm breath making patterns in the cold air as you call his name Steven stops in front of you, looking exasperated and dishevelled. You smile up at him, taking in his rosy cheek, goofy smile, and sparkling dark eyes, a stray chocolate curl popping out of his Egyptian hieroglyphic patterned woolly hat.

“Hiya love” he says excitedly, kissing you and rubbing his nose against yours as he speaks. “You ready, my love?”

“Yep sweetheart. I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” You reply as you zip his navy jacket up and sort his scarf. “That’s better. Can’t have you freezing on me, sweetheart.” You giggle as Stevens face flushed “sorry love. Didn’t have time inside to get sorted because of Donna.”

"Quelle surprise," you mutter. Steven smiles happily “Oui mon amour” you both laugh “enough of Madame salope, she’s not spoiling our night sweetheart” Taking his hand you walk of towards Tottenham Court Road underground looking forward to your evening together.

Oyster cards at the ready you both head through the barriers to catch the tube to go to Waterloo train station. The Bakerloo line was busy commuters heading home, exasperated Christmas shoppers, and loved up couples like you and Steven heading to Hampton Court Palace. As if sensing your uncomfortableness of the busy carriage, Steven instinctively wraps his arm around you and kisses your nose, his scarf tickling your chin as you smile and snuggle against him.

At Waterloo Station, after checking your connection, the Christmassy smells moreishly filling both you and Stevens nostrils. “Come on love let’s get 2 hot chocolates for the train. You roll on the balls of your feet as you wait in line at Starbucks. Steven speaks calmly and with appreciation in his voice to the barista. As you both carry a almond milk praline hot chocolate away from the counter you hear the staff say how nice it was to deal with Steven and how they wished every customer could be like him Stevens cheeks flushing pinky red at the compliment.

“See you really are a sweet boy, sweetheart* taking his arm heading for the train to Hampton Court Palace. “I’m just me” he mumbles. Sitting on the train together, listening to Steven, listening to historical Christmas facts, and drinking the hot chocolate.

“you’re a walking encyclopaedia sweetheart. You really should go on who wants to be a millionaire” Steven, not listening, continues to chat and explain about Chanukah and his, Marc’s and Jakes beliefs. You listen carefully to him and get him to explain when you weren’t too sure. The 36 minutes of the journey pass quickly. You can listen to Steven talk for hours, loving his beautiful voice.

Once out of Hampton Court Station, the bitter air stings your face as you draw your scarf tightly around your neck. Standing at the start of the walk way up, you both look at the Palace light up and colourfully decorated as the noise of the ice skaters is hear hum of laughing, shouting and fun fill the air. You look up at Steven lovingly and squeeze his hand “Thank you for this sweetheart” The coloured lights twinkle and fade against his face and eyes, and you share a sweet and tender kiss. “anything for you love, now let’s get our skates on literally” he chuckles as you roll your eyes.

Having collected 2 pairs of ice skates you help each other to put them on as Christmas music adds to atmosphere listening happily and not paying attention as you lace up Stevens skate you unknowingly pulled him forward slightly and as you moved to stand up your nose brushes against his clothed cock and Stevens eyes flutter and a soft whimper escapes his velvety plush lips. “You ok, sweetheart?” his eyes snap open, and a look of embarrassment covers his handsome features “no love, all hunky dory” as they kiss his lips, the wetness glistening in the Christmassy lights.

You raise an eyebrow but shake it off, giggling as you walk like bambi onto the rink, grabbing onto the side as you almost fall flat. Steven follows suit, but he’s as graceful as a Swan. Soon you’re both moving in sync around the ice having fun. Hand in hand, you circle around, and, trying to be smart, you decide to try spinning, and as quick as you try, you fall on your back side. As ever your knight in shining armour Steven rushes to pick you up and the angle he’s at means your cheek brushes against his cock, his hard cock.

“Have you been hard this whole time sweetheart” licking your lips. Steven swallows hard “yeah pretty much love”

Standing up and looking at him with a soft smirk. “come with me, my love.” Skating to the edge of the rink and leaving to change your skates to your boots hurriedly with Steven and handing them back to the woman at the counter. You grab and pull Steven away and walk down a gravel path, and push him into some trees and shrubbery. The darkness engulfing you both.

Steven stammers “what you doing, love?” as you unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans pulling his hard weeping cock out his boxers giving his shaft a few strokes with left pointer and middle on top and thumb under the shaft giving just the right amount of pressure for Stevens eyes to clamp shut and his body to shiver.

“All it took was for me to accidentally rub my nose against your clothed cock and you get stimulated sweetheart?” Smirking up at him as he nods biting his lip. “have you been aching to cum my love?” Steven jerks his cock further into your fist. A soft whimper leaves his lips “please love, don’t torture me more than I already am. Please”

You kiss the head, swirling your tongue around him, tasting him, letting out a satisfied moan around him. As you start bobbing your head you feel his hand grab your hair as he starts moving you faster against him his thrusts matching as the fucks your mouth, grunting as he stops moving holding you in place as he cums covering your throat with his warm creamy seed your nostrils filled with his musky scent it still amazes you how each of them taste and smell different. You run your hand down his softening cock squeezing the last drops in your mouth before swallowing as you then tuck him back in and fastening him up.

Steven breathes heavily against the tree he’s leaning on as you stand up. He smiles and leans into you licking a dribble of his cum from the side of your mouth swallowing as he kisses you.

“That was amazing love” his cheeks all rosy as you adjust yourself, taking his hand and walking back onto the gravel path to walk to the exit and start your journey home.

“anything for you, my love, I think I should make this a yearly tradition from now?” You squeezing his hand “definitely my love. We will.” As you get to Hampton Court Station, Steven looks like he’s concentrating, which means he’s talking to Marc and Jake. “Um love! Marc and Jake want to know when it’s there turn?.”

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letmehavemyfictionalmen · 2 years ago

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Love, Lunacy, Time: Ch 1

summary: When you fall asleep in the Avengers Compound, you don’t expect your world to be turned upside down when they wake up in the 1950s, alongside a man who oozes Chaos.

pairing: Moonknight x afab!ScarletWitch!reader

warning: 18+ content, Eventual smut, Unprotected sex, Violence, Blood, Age-Gap, Kidnapping, Domestic Bliss, Fluff, a sprinkle of Angst, Strangers to Married, Flirting, Scarlet Witch!reader, Chaos Magic, Not an accurate representation of D.I.D.

The morning sun seeps through sheer lace curtains, casting a warm golden glow upon the bedroom. Soft shadows dance along the walls, creating an atmosphere of tranquility.

The stillness of the morning hangs in the air, as if time itself pauses in quiet anticipation. Distant birdsong gently serenades the room, adding a touch of melody to the serene ambiance.

Like mischievous dancers, the sunbeams tiptoe across your features, tenderly awakening your senses. Gradually, the warmth spreads, seeping into your skin and tickling your brain with a delicate embrace of consciousness.

Slowly, you become aware of the softness of the sheets beneath you, cradling your body in gentle comfort. The rhythmic rise and fall of your chest accompanies the whispering stillness that surrounds you.

Reluctantly, you muster the strength to detach yourself from the embrace of sleep, the allure of remaining nestled in the comforting cocoon of your dreams tugging at you.

The desire to stay a little while longer in the softness of the bed is a tempting whisper in your mind.

As you rub your eyes, still in the process of awakening, you gather your thoughts and gradually sit up in bed. The realization dawns upon you that today is going to be a long day.

Last night, Steve called for a team training in the morning, a prospect that doesn't quite excite you, especially if you haven't had your daily dose of caffeine, much like Tony.

And hey, there's always one thing to look forward to after a grueling training session: Tony’s extravagant breakfast spread. The man knows how to satisfy the Avengers' appetites like no other.

From the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee to the mouthwatering display of culinary delights, the breakfast table becomes a haven of indulgence.

Waking with a contented sigh, your anticipation for breakfast lingers in the air. Stretching your arms high above your head, you allow the languid motion to wash away any remnants of sleep.

However, as your eyelids flutter open, any thoughts of a delicious breakfast and team training fade into the recesses of your mind.

The moment your eyes adjust to the unfamiliar surroundings, a sense of unease settles within you, overshadowing any lingering expectations.

The room that greets your gaze is far from what you had anticipated. Instead of the cozy familiarity of the Avengers compound, you feel like you have stepped into one of those vintage homey magazines in Steve’s room.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you take a moment to absorb the details of the room, while your eyes sweep across it.

The walls are painted in a soft, pastel hue, lending an air of serenity to the space. A dainty floral pattern adorns the curtains, their fabric billowing gently in the breeze.

The bed itself is adorned with a neatly arranged floral bedspread, its delicate patterns mirroring those of the curtains. As you run your fingers along the fabric, you can almost feel the intricate stitching beneath your touch.

A wooden dresser stands against one wall, adorned with a small mirror framed by delicate carvings. Its surface showcases a few cherished possessions —a photograph, you can’t see as you are still a bit disoriented, a porcelain trinket box, and a stack of handwritten letters.

Positioned snugly beside the dresser is a diminutive vintage television, the screen, encased in a wooden frame, rests upon sturdy legs.

Your gaze shifts from the television towards the left side of the room, where your attention is drawn to a closed door that leads outside the room.

A small vanity table, adorned with an array of beauty products, catches your attention. Lipsticks, powder compacts, and hair accessories are neatly arranged, as if awaiting the touch of a graceful hand.

A tall wooden closet stands proudly beside the vanity. Its polished surface reflects the gentle light that filters into the room, creating a subtle sheen.

As you sit there, a mix of emotions washes over you. There is a sense of curiosity tinged with confusion, as you grapple with the unknown. How did you end up in this room?

Your mind races, searching for answers and piecing together fragments of memories. Was this the doing of a new supervillian? Was it Thanos again?

After the exhausting battle between the Avengers and Thanos, where you almost lost your father-figure, Tony Stark and your mother-like, Natasha, you don’t think you can handle one again.

Especially after being snapped away for five years by that purple space grape. Not the best experience.

Questions swirl in your mind, each one vying for attention, but none providing a satisfactory answer. You try to recall the events leading up to this moment, but your memory remains frustratingly elusive.

Suddenly, your thoughts are interrupted by a faint rustling sound emanating from the left side of bed beside you. The noise draws your attention like a whisper in the wind, breaking the silence that envelops the room.

The stranger lying beside you emanates an air of tranquil serenity, his slumber undisturbed by the world around him. Rays of sunlight and your shadow gently caress his features, accentuating the delicate contours of his face.

His eyes, closed in peaceful repose, are framed by long lashes that brush against his cheeks. His brows, gracefully arched with an exquisite curvature. His nose, elegantly sculpted and gracefully arched.

His sun-kissed forehead is adorned with tousled curls of dark hair, ruffled by the embrace of slumber.

His lips, slightly parted in peaceful slumber, bear the subtle presence of a small, well-groomed mustache and his strong jawline is sculpted and chiseled.

You continue to gaze at him, almost compelled to keep looking at him. While observing him, a wave of curiosity washes over you. Who is he? How did you end up here together?

While you are pondering this, unconsciously, your hand extends, gliding gently through the air until your fingertips graze his cheek with utmost tenderness.

The touch is electric, sending a subtle current of warmth and connection coursing through your veins. His skin beneath your touch feels velvety and inviting, radiating a soothing heat that envelopes your fingertips.

A soft smile dances upon your lips, a reflection of the quiet awe that fills your being as you witness the tranquility that emanates from him.

With a delicate motion, your hand continues its exploration, guided by a mix of curiosity and reverence. Your fingers traverse the expanse of his cheek, tracing a path of featherlight caresses, to his forehead.

Gently, you brush away the curl that had playfully encroached upon his peaceful slumber, threatening to disturb his serene rest.

Just as your fingertips brush away the curl, a captivating glimmer of light captures your attention. Sunlight caresses your left hand, casting a radiant glow upon something that on your finger.

And there, adorning your ring finger, you notice two rings—a wedding band and an engagement ring.

Your heart skips a beat as realization settles within you, stirring a mix of emotions that cascade like a gentle waterfall. Married?

The word hangs in the air, heavy with implications and uncertainties. You can't deny the surge of anxiety that accompanies the newfound knowledge.

Without a second thought, a surge of urgency propels you to pull the blanket away from his body, your heart pounding with a mixture of confusion and apprehension.

As you reach for his left hand, a shiver of uncertainty runs down your spine, the weight of the unknown bearing down on your shoulders.

And then, as your eyes linger on his hand, the weight of the realization settles upon you like a heavy cloak. His wedding band.

The symbol of a commitment you cannot recall making, with a man whose name remains unknown.

A wave of unease washes over you, clouding the air with uncertainty. Questions flood your mind, each one more pressing than the last. Where are you? How did this happen? Why can't you remember? And most importantly, who is this man lying beside you?

You carefully withdraw your hand, your fingertips tingling with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The silence in the room stretches, heavy with unspoken words and unexplained circumstances.

How did you end up in this unfamiliar room, married to a stranger? The circumstances defy logic, and a knot of unease tightens in your stomach.

A scream shatters the tranquility of the room, jolting you out of your contemplative state. Startled, your gaze darts to the source of the commotion—your left side—just in time to witness a sight that defies all expectations.

In an instant, the man lying beside you springs to life with an almost comical urgency. His body lunges forward, propelled by an inexplicable force, as if he's been startled by an invisible adversary.

With an uncoordinated tumble, he careens off the end of the bed, crashing unceremoniously onto the floor.

The abruptness of his awakening sends shockwaves through the room, breaking the fragile peace that had settled. As you watch his disoriented scramble, you can't help but feel a mixture of concern and confusion.

Swiftly casting aside the duvet, you scramble to onto your feet, with a sense of urgency, which proves to be a bit hard with this light blue, long feathered robe you find yourself wearing.

Caught between a state of curiosity and worry, you rush to the man's side, kneeling down beside him on the soft carpeted floor.

His eyes dart around the room, his breathing rapid and shallow as he tries to make sense of his surroundings.

"Hey, are you okay?" you ask, your voice filled with genuine concern. He looks up at you, his gaze filled with a mix of confusion and disbelief.

"What... where... who are you?" he stammers, his voice tinged with both fear and curiosity. His eyes scan your face, searching for any hint of recognition or familiarity.

"I... I don't know," you admit, your own voice wavering slightly. "I woke up here, just like you. I just remember falling asleep in my bedroom and then I was just here."

His eyebrows knit together, a furrow of concern etching across his forehead. "This is... this is insane. I told Marc not to eat that steak," he mutters, his words a mere whisper in the air.

The man's words hang in the air, leaving a sense of intrigue mingled with confusion. Who is Marc, and why would eating a steak have any connection to your current predicament?

The room is enveloped in an uncomfortable silence as you and the man exchange bewildered glances, both grappling with the bizarre circumstances that have brought you together.

Steven's gaze darts around the room, his eyes searching for anything familiar amidst the unfamiliar setting. As he takes in the vintage decor and the delicate details that adorn the space, his reflection catches his attention in the multitude of mirrors that grace the room.

His gaze lands upon Marc who is equally bewildered and struggling to comprehend the circumstances that surround them. Confusion lingers in his expression mirroring the perplexity etched across Steven's own face.

However, Jake stands in silence, his eyes fixed upon a black and white photograph hanging on the wall. Steven, curious about Jake's intense focus, traces his eyes to see what he is looking at from the mirror.

Walking closer to the photograph, Steven feels his breath catching in his throat as he observes the photograph in front of him. His heart skips a beat, and a shiver runs down his spine.

The realization dawns upon him, and his mind races to grasp the subject and concept captured within the frame.

In the photograph, you stand resplendent, adorned in a beautiful wedding dress that cascades elegantly around you. A bouquet of delicate flowers rests gently in your hands, completing the picture of radiant joy.

And beside you, Steven finds himself in that moment frozen in time, as your groom. Your arms are intertwined, a symbol of unity and shared commitment.

As Steven's gaze fixates on the photograph, his eyes trace the exquisite details, taking in every nuance and emotion captured within the frame. The significance of the date imprinted at the bottom of the photograph—July 12, 1952.

You stand beside Steven, peering over his shoulder as you both gaze at the photograph in front of you. A mixture of emotions swirls within you—confusion, and disbelief.

"Yeah, I forgot to mention it," you say softly, your voice tinged with a hint of disbelief. "It seems we're married. I noticed the rings on our fingers, and it's hard to ignore what that implies."

“MARRIED?!” Marc yells from the mirror, causing Steven and you to jump. “You know my last marriage ended. And now I am married again with a woman who I’ve never even met?!”

"Who was that?!" you question, your voice laced with panic. Instinctively, you turn around, your eyes scanning the room for the source of the voice. And then, to your surprise and growing unease, your gaze lands on Marc’s reflection in the mirror.

With practiced finesse, your delicate hands, peeking out from the feathery sleeves of your robe, deftly weave intricate gestures, conjuring a ball of magic within your grasp.

"¡Puedes vernos y escucharnos?!" Jake's voice echoes from another mirror, his words laced with a hint of disbelief and awe. [Can you see us and hear us?!]

"Sí, puedo, pero qué diablos está pasando?!" you reply, your voice filled with a mix of astonishment and confusion. [Yes, I can, but what the hell is going on?!]

You send a quick thanks to Nat for forcing you to learn various languages.

Marc, his gaze fixed on the swirling red encircling your hand, breaks the silence and draws your attention toward him. "Look," he begins, his voice earnest, "I can explain, as can Steven back there. But please, allow us the opportunity to explain."

His words hang in the air, a plea for understanding and patience. The weight of the unknown still lingers, but there is a glimmer of hope that explanations might shed light on the bewildering situation you find yourselves in.

"You've got one minute," you assert, channeling your inner Natasha with a determined tone. This mirror situation demands clarity, and you are determined to get some answers within the limited timeframe you've set.

Steven takes a deep breath, his voice filled with a mixture of vulnerability and sincerity. "I... I have Dissociative Identity Disorder or D.I.D.," he confesses, his gaze locked with yours. "It's a mental health condition where different identities, or alters, coexist within one body."

He pauses for a moment, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "Marc, Jake, and I... we share one body. Marc is the original host in the system. Each of us has our own distinct personalities, memories, and experiences. We don't always have control over who's in the driver's seat, so to speak."

You listen intently, absorbing this unexpected revelation. The complexity of the situation begins to unravel, and you try to grasp the implications of what Steven has just shared.

"Okay," you say, your voice softening as you take in the weight of their revelation. "I... I appreciate your honesty, Steven. This explains some of the confusion and the presence of multiple voices. But the mirror reflections?"

Steven nods, understanding the confusion his previous explanation may have caused. "The mirror reflections are a manifestation of our internal world," he explains. "For us, mirrors serve as a gateway to communication and connection between the three of us."

He gestures toward the mirror where Marc's and Jake's reflections had been nodding earlier. "When one of us takes control or wants to communicate, the other's reflection appears in the mirror. It's a way for us to interact and share our thoughts, even if we can't always be in control of the physical body."

You glance at the mirror, now understanding the significance it holds for them. The mysterious occurrences and the presence of their reflections suddenly make more sense. Having gained a deep understanding of Steven, Marc, and Jake's situation, you inhale deeply, allowing your powers to recede. The vibrant red ball of magic that had encircled your hand gradually dissipates, leaving you in your usual state.

"I... I think I understand," you say, a mix of curiosity and empathy coloring your words. "Thank you for sharing this with me. It's a brave and vulnerable thing to do."

Steven's eyes reflect a mixture of relief and gratitude as he meets your gaze. The weight of their secret seems to lighten, and a sense of trust begins to blossom between all of you. "Can you explain the magic?" Marc asks, his voice tinged with curiosity and a touch of skepticism. His curl falls onto his forehead, adding to his already perplexed expression. "I don't think people can usually hear us or see us." You shift your eyes toward Marc, acknowledging the genuine curiosity reflected in his eyes. Given the extraordinary nature of the magic you just demonstrated, it's only natural for skepticism to arise.

"It's something that has been a part of me since I was very young," you explain, your voice tinged with a touch of nostalgia. "My earliest memories involve me being able to use magic."

There's a hint of wistfulness in your tone as you convey the enigmatic nature of your powers. The memories associated with them feel distant, like fragments of a puzzle waiting to be assembled.

"I wish I could provide a definitive explanation," you continue, your voice tinged with sincerity. "But the truth is, even I don't fully understand the origin or extent of my powers. They've always been a part of me, and I've learned to control and harness them over the years."

"I can tell you that my powers are connected to my emotions," you add, offering a glimpse into the nature of your magic. "When I feel strongly about something, whether it's joy, fear, anger, or love, my powers tend to manifest in different ways. The magic you just witnessed was an example of that."

Steven's expression softens as he listens to your explanation, his skepticism gradually giving way to curiosity and understanding. "That's... incredible," he admits, his voice laced with a mix of awe and acceptance.

You chuckle and nod your head, feeling a warmth in your heart. "Thanks. Now, can I get an introduction to my husbands?" you ask playfully, your eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I am Steven Grant," he introduces himself with a warm smile. "I work at the gift shop in the British Museum." His voice carries a hint of enthusiasm as he speaks.

From the mirror reflection, you see Marc wave at you, his voice filled with a mix of confidence and a touch of weariness. "I'm Marc Spector. Former U.S. Marine, and a mercenary who's seen more than my fair share of action," he introduces himself, his eyes reflecting the weight of his past. A mischievous grin appears on Jake's face as he leans closer, in the mirror's reflection, his voice oozing with charm. "Me llamo Jake Lockley, hermosa," he says, his Spanish accent rolling off his tongue. [The name's Jake Lockley, beautiful.] You give them your own name, a warm smile gracing your lips as you extend your hand to Steven for a friendly handshake. "It's truly a pleasure to meet all of you, although, I wish it was under different circumstances."

Shaking hands, you are abruptly brought back to the present moment, reality sinking in as you take note of your vintage attire and the man's matching vintage nightwear. The nostalgic garments serve as a reminder that you and this man are in a different time. With your hand still in his clasp, Steven takes a step back from you, observing your appearance with a mix of intrigue and admiration. His eyes sweep over your long light blue feathery robe, noting the delicate elegance it adds to your figure.

His eyes then wander up to your hair, which has been meticulously curled in a style reminiscent of the year they are in. The waves cascade down, framing your face and adding a touch of timeless sophistication to your overall look.

As Steven takes in your attire and coiffed hair, he can't help but be captivated by your beauty. It's not merely the physical aspects that enchant him, but the way you carry yourself, exuding an aura of confidence and allure.

There's a certain glow about you, an inner radiance that shines through, making it clear that you possess a beauty that transcends mere appearances.

In this moment, as you both stand there, still relative strangers despite the intimate connection forged by your shared powers, Steven finds himself drawn to your presence. He feels a subtle stirring of curiosity, a desire to unravel the layers that lie beneath your enchanting exterior.

Marc and Jake share a knowing look as they catch Steven's lingering gaze upon you. Smirks creep across their faces, a silent acknowledgment of his unspoken thoughts and the emotions he harbors for you.

The sweet serenade of the doorbell fills the room, abruptly pulling you both out of the enchanting moment you shared.

Startled, you and Steven exchange a glance, your gazes filled with curiosity and a touch of confusion. Who could be at the door so early in the morning?

With a shared nod, you both make your way toward the front door, eager to unravel the mystery that awaits on the other side. The possibilities swirl in your mind, each one tinged with anticipation and a hint of apprehension.

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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 6 months ago

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Tickletober Day 17: Raspberries

Fandom: Marvel (Moonknight)

Pairing: Marc, Jake, and Steven

Summary: Jake shows Marc how to blow the perfect raspberry with Steven as his "willing" volunteer.

(Had to include atleast one with the Moonboys ❤️ :))

"Steven."

The youngest knight looked up. "Yes?"

Jake waved him over. "I need your auxilio with something."

"With what?"

"I'm teaching Marc something."

Steven's nerves sky rocketed. "Teaching him what?"

Jake smirked. "What I promised him I would."

The youngest knight immediately scrambled up. "Bugger ohoff!"

Jake tried to block the door. "Te ofreciste voluntario!"

"Whehen!"

"When you se rio."

Steven backed away and Jake followed. "Thahat's nohot fair!"

"For you to be so encantador?"

Steven ducked when Jake tried to catch him and immediately booked it out of the room.

"Steven!" Jake hurried after him into the living room. "Vuelve aquí!"

"Sod ohoff clotpohole!" The youngest giggled nervously as he darted around the couch.

"Stubborn headed." Jake scrambled over the couch where he managed to wrap his arms around the giggling Brit. "Gotcha!"

"Ah!" Steven squirmed. "No!"

Jake managed to pull the youngest over the couch and pinned him on his back. "Marc, rapido."

The eldest knight came out of his bedroom. "What's up?"

"Remember when I told you I'd teach you how to blow el frambueso?"

"Yeah."

Jake repinned Steven's wrists under his knees. "Come here."

Marc made his way over to the couch. "Are we learning today?"

"Si, and we have the perfect 'voluntario'."

"I dihid nohot volunteer!" Steven giggled out.

"Of course you did," Jake responded.

"How!"

"By being our hermano."

Steven tried to glare at the middle knight, but it was quickly replaced by nerves when Jake rolled up his shirt. "Wait!"

"First, you build anticipación." Jake slowly lowered his face down. "It's your friend when blowing frambueso."

Steven squeaked and tensed up.

Marc smirked and also lowered his head. "Like this?"

The giggling Brit squeaked again before jumping as far as he could to the side. "Nah! Maharc!"

"Si, bueno." Jake demonstrated as he spoke. "Then, when you feel you're in a good spot, you take a respiración profunda."

Marc copied Jake's breath as Steven desperately sucked in his stomach.

"And then you pick a spot and just." Jake rushed his head down to blow a raspberry into the middle of Steven's stomach.

The Brit squealed then cackled at the ticklish feeling. He barely had time to recover before Marc then blew one in the side of his stomach.

"That's good, but get those lips arrugado more." Jake demonstrated before blowing another raspberry.

Marc copied his movements before blowing another raspberry himself. "Like that?"

"Exactamente." Jake smirked. "Would you like to see how to make it cosquillas even more?"

"No!" Steven jumped in.

Marc grinned. "Yes."

"Jeherks!"

Jake demonstrated once more. "When you blow, shake your cabeza back and forth like this."

Steven arched his back as he cackled again. Jake's stupid facial hair tickled even more than a regular raspberry.

"Like this?" Marc asked as he copied the head motions.

Though not as ticklish as Jake's due to the lack of facial hair, Steven still found himself cackling like crazy. Especially since Marc decided to nuzzle the raspberry directly under his lowest rib.

"And just like that, you're ready to blow frambuesos," Jake teased.

"Seheems eheasy enough," Marc added.

Steven sagged into the couch. "Oho bullohocks."

"See hermano? That wasn't so bad."

"Yohou used mehe toho practihice raspberrihies!"

"Used?" Jake smirked. "Quién dijo que habíamos terminado?"

Steven's eyes went wide.

"Marc just learned los movimientos but now he needs to práctica."

The eldest chuckled. "You're right Jake. I need all the practice I can get."

A nervous smile pulled up Steven's lips. "Wahait."

"But maybe you can do a few practice ones with me just to make sure I do them right."

"What!"

Jake smirked. "I'd be happy to hermano."

"Wait, no no no NO!"

A moment later, the youngest knight was lost in cackles once more as both Jake and Marc began to cover him in raspberries once more.

#marc spector #jake lockley #lee steven grant #moon knight #ticklefic #tickletober 2024

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phantomtickles · 1 year ago

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Intro Post!

Hullo!

I've been on tumblr for so long but figured it was time to make a more official introductory first step!

Name: G

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 26

SFW/NSFW

I am a bisexual switch from the East Coast, close to the DMV area

If you are a minor please do not interact with my page. Respectfully

Since this is partially NSFW blog, I will have kink/sex-related things posted/reblogged so please be aware if that makes you uncomfortable or if that's not what you're interested in.

If you are racist. homophobic, transphobic, and/or hateful or dsicriminatory towards any marginalized groups of people, I am not interested and you will be blocked.

Please understand that if you do not respect or follow my boundaries. you will be blocked. Please treat me with kindness. I am a human. An adult human that has responsibilties and cannot always respond/ does not always have the mental ability to.

While we are talking, remember CONSENT IS KEY!! If you do not follow this, and try forcing me to do something I am not comfortable with or is unconsensual intentionally you will be blocked.

I am not really comfy sharing photos of myself with strangers

Things I'm into:

Kink/blog-related: Tickling (giving and receiving), teasing, bondage, voice, hands, body worship, edging, food play, temperature play, brat play. sensation play, sensory deprivation, praise

Hobbies: Reading, cozy-gaming, watching movies, going to the theater, going to the movies

Some of my favorite authors: Rick Riordan, Ruta Sepetys, V.E. Schwab, Sarah J. Maas, Olivia Dade, Stephen King

Some of my favorite movies: Toy Story 2, Moulin Rouge, Werewolf by Midnight, Nightmare Before Christmas, The Lord of the Rings Triology, Harry Potter, Silence of the Lambs, Spirited Away

Some of my favorite TV shows: Criminal Minds, Supernatural, The Masked Singer, Moonknight, Only Murders in the Building, Ms. Marvel, Stranger Things, The Haunting of Bly Manor

I'm really shy at first and probably will spam you instead of reaching out like the introvert I am so here are some conversation starters if you feel the same way or just for fun!!

Anything about Disneyworld (Listen it's a problem, but it's not hurting anyone LOL)

What is your favorite Disney movie? (it changes frequently)

Favorite book you've read? Or currently reading?

What muppet character do you most relate too?

What is your favorite food?

Ask me about my cat! (I talk too much about him)

Favorite broadway show? (Also changes frequently)

What's your favorite fruit?

Favorite season and why?

If you could have a superpower, what would it be and why?

If you've made it this far, thank you!! I appreciate you taking the time to read this and I hope you enjoyed learning a little bit more about me. If you want to reach out please don't be nervous! Have a good day!

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valiantphantomangel · 11 months ago

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just-a-fluffy-knight · 1 year ago

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If it is Marc you all want, then Marc you all shall get >:)

Marc Spector Tkl Bot!!

(This one isn’t as good as my other bots, but I hope you guys enjoy using it anyway!! ♥️♥️)

So, MoonKnight won as the next tkl bot I make! :)

But the question is…

#ler!marcspector #lee!marcspector #sfw tickle community #moonknight tickles #ughhhh this rlly brought me back to my roots #i miss my boys :’(

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sillyruinsfox · 1 year ago

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Aphrodite

SUMMARY: Marc wasn't supposed to be home and you felt beautiful, enough to touch touch yourself and take control.

WARNINGS: nudity, prelude to sex. 16+

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It had just rained in London. The smoke had become heavier and settled down and the air seemed lighter. You threw the windows open; the chilly draft blew across your face. It seemed like the perfect time to have a private little dance party. It was rather convenient too, as usually Marc or Steven would be here but today they had gone out on a mission. He had said that he won't be back until tomorrow morning at best, so you knew for the fact that the evening was yours alone.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, your hair was thrown up and a t-shirt rode up your thighs. Your skin glimmered in the soft light of the bustling city. A cold draft blew in from the window and hit your bare legs, a chill ran up your spine and lit a fire deep in your belly. You decided to play your favourite sexy song. It had often been a little fantasy of yours, to give someone a lap dance, but you never had the confidence to try that with either Marc or Steven. So you decided, half intoxicated by the romantic night that no better day than today to practice and build up that confidence.

The song played from the speaker, the violin built up to a tantalising note before a woman's voice broke through- half a moan and half a whisper. You stretched your arms and wrapped them around yourself, they slowly crept downwards and brushed up your bare thighs teasing the edge of your shirt. Your hand crept upwards, onto your belly which contracted at the sudden chill. Your eyes fluttered shut as goosebumps rose over your whole body. It descended upon you, the love for your body and the need to touch it to move it for no one but yourself. You felt like aphrodite at that moment, all of your flesh smelt like a garden of roses.

You brushed off your shirt and trailed the tip of your finger from the tip of your jaw down the column of your throat as you sat down in front of the floor length mirror. The soft lighting painted your body in a sunset gold, making the valley's seem deeper and the peaks rise more. The same hand trailed down onto your breast, circling around its periphery and towards that center till you reached your nipple.

A rush of heat shot down your core, making your core clench tighter. Your finger rubbed over your raised nipple a few time before you pinched it hard. A soft gap poured out. You pinched your other nipple. A clattering sound broke you out of your haze. You looked you and saw marc, in his Moon Knight suit.

‘Marc!’, you breathed out, your eyes blow wide as saucers. The mask stayed wrapped around his face.

It slowly unwrapped, the bandages flicking in the air, ‘What are you doing vixen? And without me on top of that?’

You knew that look. The look that always appeared before he devoured you whole, before he demanded your submission to him. You felt yourself clench around nothing as your rose, your hair tickled your face, the heat that was coiled in your belly rose to your mouth, ‘Pleasing myself. Hence its none of your business.’

He sat down on the sofa, his legs splayed and arms spread on the backrest, ‘Anything that is yours, I have a right to, but I will only take what you give me.’, he continued after a beat, ‘You look like a goddess vixen.’

A smile spread across your face, ‘Good. I feel like one, and for today I hold the reins, so sit back and watch but you are not allowed to touch yourself or me till I say so.’

Adrenaline rushed through your veins, the world seemed to slow down and attune to you. Marc’s breathing quickened, ’The night’s yours and so am I.’

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Fills a @moonknight-events bingo square! (Voyeurism)

#fanfic #moonknight #marc spector #steven grant #marc spector x reader #steven grant x yn #soft!dom reader x marc spector #drabbles #oneshots #oneshot #fem!reader

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amazingmsme · 2 years ago

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Current list for tickletober:

1. Anticipation- Miguel & Peter B ft. Spider Gang (Across the Spider-Verse)

2. Accidental- Hobie & Miguel Across the Spider-Verse)

3. Cuddles-

4. Weak Spot-

5. “I’m not ticklish”- Artagan (aka The Traveler) Fjord & Beauregard (Critical Role)

6. Chase-

7. Flustered- Simon, Marceline & Bubblegum (Adventure Time/Fionna and Cake)

8. Truth-

9. Lie- Iceman & Slider (Top Gun) prompted

10. Ghost- Spiderkids, Peter B & Miguel (Across the Spider-Verse) prompted

11. Squeal-

12. Bites/Nibbles-

13. Sneak Attack- Arthur & Tommy (Peaky Blinders) prompted

14. Soft-

15. Tickle Fight- David & Alexis (Schitts Creek)

16. Unusual Spot-

17. Interrogation- Narrator & Stanley (The Stanley Parable) prompted

18. Magic-

19. Arms Up- Rooster, Phoenix & Hangman (Top Gun Maverick) prompted

20. Relentless- Nandor & Guillermo (What We Do In The Shadows)

21. New Discovery- Agent Cooper & Sheriff Truman (Twin Peaks) prompted

22. Ticklish Kiss-

23. Incoherent- Mike, El & Nancy (Stranger Things) prompted

24. Pinned- Edgeworth, Phoenix & Larry (Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney) prompted

25. Gang Tickles- Paul, Ted, Bill & Charlotte (The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals) prompted

26. Counting-

27. Hysterical- Caleb, Mollymauk & Essek (Critical Role) prompted

28. Massage- Bones & Kirk (Star Trek) prompted

29. Wake Up!-

30. Caught- Narrator & Stanley (The Stanley Parable) prompted

31. Aftercare-

Any suggestions for the remaining days are much appreciated! I’d love to write for some of my newer fandoms/stuff I haven’t written for before.

Really in the mood for:

Red white & royal blue

Barbie

Fionna & cake

What we do in the shadows

Moonknight

Peaky Blinders

& of course the main fandoms too

#tickletober #tickletober 2023 #fic in the works #wips #prompts #tickletober prompts

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campingwiththecharmings · 1 year ago

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Lazy Summer Rain

AN: Heyyyyy y'all. I'm starting 2024 of a lil slutty with my first fic for @moonknight-events' MK Bingo. 🙌 Hope y'all enjoy. 😌

You’d had other plans, plans to spend the day with Marc outside—maybe grab breakfast at the cafe downstairs or have a picnic at the park across the street—but waking up to the rain had quickly quashed them. Can’t say you’re too disappointed by that at the moment, though.

(Un-beta’d)

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Prompt: Rainy Day Words: 943 Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader Warnings: pwp, kissing, morning sex, soft!Marc, praise kink (if you squint), cockwarming (please let me know if i missed anything) AO3

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The rain taps rhythmically on the windows, the sound of it soothing, just loud enough to drown out the sounds of the outside world. It makes you want to forget where you are, forget what time it is, what you had planned on doing today, makes you want to forget everything but him, everything but Marc.

He’s braced over you, forearms on either side of your head as he kisses you sloppily, deeply. He grinds into you, hips pushing you down into the plush mattress with every thrust, the slight squeak of the bed mixing with the soft pants and moans you exchange as you kiss. You get lost in him, running your hands lazily up and down his back, over his shoulders, up his neck, and back down toward his ass.

Can’t say you’re too disappointed by that at the moment, though.

You break the kiss with a gasp as Marc shifts, his cock hitting that special place inside you. He grunts as you flutter around him, his warm breath puffing against your lips as he pulls your leg higher over his hip.

“You close, baby?” he rasps, jaw tightening as he somehow sinks even deeper inside you. “Gonna come for me? Hmm?”

You whine his name as pleasure sings through your body, his fingertips digging into your thigh as he holds onto you, his thrusts becoming sloppier, faster. Thunder rumbles in the distance, the rain falling quicker now, beating harder against your window. His nose bumps against yours as he leans in, searching for your lips, and you sigh just before he claims them again.

You’re close, so close, can feel the coil inside you tightening, about to snap, the heat building and building—

Marc’s groan is choked as you come, your body bowing and shaking beneath him as you drench his cock with your release. The wet squelch of his thrusts is loud in your ears despite the rain now as he fucks you through it, prolonging it.

He’s still hard inside you as you come down, his face hovering over yours as he watches you closely. You smile at him, reaching up a hand to cup his cheek in your palm, his dark curls tickling the tips of your fingers. He smiles back, shifting slightly to press a gentle kiss against your wrist.

“Okay?” he asks, eyes roving your face.

You hum, pulling his mouth down to yours for a quick, sweet kiss. “That’s one way to put it.”

He sniffs a laugh, stealing another kiss as he begins to grind into you again. You’re still a little sensitive, but the gentle stimulation is pleasurable all the same. You hold onto him as he works himself (and you) back up, smothering the soft little noises he makes with your lips. He groans, breaking your kiss when you begin to meet his thrusts, his brow furrowing in concentration.

“You’re doing so good, Marc,” you praise, running your hands up and down his back soothingly. “So good.”

He swallows thickly, eyes watching you closely for a moment before leaning in. His pace never falters, even as he shifts, bringing his hand down between your legs. You whine when he circles your clit with the tip of his thumb, the pleasure building inside you once more. He groans when you clench around him, pulling his lip between his teeth as he slowly pushes you toward the edge again.

“Please don’t stop,” you plead, pulling weakly at his shoulders.

Suddenly he’s not close enough, not deep enough. You want to be covered by him, surrounded, you want to drown in him. He seems to understand what you need, shifting again so he’s draped over you, hands fisting in the sheets on either side of your head, his thrusts quicker, harder.

You moan, peaked nipples brushing against his chest as he presses in closer, resting his forehead against yours. Your hands slide down his back, goosebumps raising on his skin, as he continues thrusting into you. He’s so close, you know he is, can tell by his clenched jaw, half-lidded, almost black eyes—but he’s holding himself back, he’s waiting for you.

“It’s okay, baby,” you breathe, your hands sliding down to cup the muscled cheeks of his ass. “Let go for me.”

Marc groans, burying his face into your neck, thrusting into you rapidly as you cling to him, as you whisper encouragement in his ear. Your breath catches as you reach your peak again, but this time it’s softer, warmth flooding your body, making your fingers and toes tingle pleasantly. The gentle fluttering of your cunt is enough to finally drag Marc over the edge, his moan smothered in the crook of your neck as he empties himself inside you.

You stay connected, entwined, for what feels like hours, the constant patter of the rain against the windows soothing, lulling you both back to sleep. When you wake again later, you’re beneath a plush duvet you don’t recall pulling over yourself, the afternoon sun streaming in through the windows. Marc lay on his belly, his face half-buried in his pillow, arm curled loosely around your waist. For a moment, you just watch him, smiling softly, marveling at how peaceful he looks in sleep, how content. Then you shift closer, doing your best not to disturb him as you burrow into his side, sighing as his warmth envelopes you, and you drift off again.

If you enjoyed this, please let me know! I appreciate every single reblog and/or comment. Thank you. 💖

🌟 Masterlist 🌟 MK Bingo Masterlist 🌟

i am no longer doing a taglist. please follow @charmingupdates for updates and turn on notifications.

#my fic #moon knight bingo #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #marc spector fanfic #marc spector fic #moon knight fic #moon knight fanfic #marc spector smut #moon knight smut #not totally in love with this but #hopefully someone will enjoy lol

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fears-and-feels · 1 month ago

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Hi there! 👋 I have a tickle fic account on this blog and occasionally I post sick fics and hurt/comfort stories on there. However, I think it would be better to create a blog where I can post them for an audience that may not come across my blog due to the tickle content. I'll reblog some of my previous works to start then post other works later on.

Also, if you would ever like to request a fic, you can :)

Fandoms to find: (More to add later on)

Spiderman

Moonknight

9-1-1

Inheritance Games

AO3 account linked down below:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/SpacedOutWriting/pseuds/SpacedOutWriting

#spiderman #moon knight #911 abc #the inheritance games #fluff #whump #sickfic

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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 6 months ago

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NEW MASTERPOST!

DNI: Minors, Ageless, or NSFW

Prompts: OPEN!

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 27 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 ❤️ :)

If you ever want to request a fic directly and don't want to send in an ask, feel free to send me a message ❤️ :) I can still leave you anonymous when the fic is posted if you don't want to be tagged ❤️ :)

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)

Gwen

Tobey Maguire

Andrew Garfield

Tom Holland

Moonknight

Marc Spector

Jake Lockley

Steven Grant

Layla

Marvel

Irondad

Peter Parker

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

Paul Byrom

George Donaldson

Star Wars

Luke Skywalker

Leia Organa

Han Solo

Ahsoka Tano

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

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

Hen Wilson

Christopher Diaz

Eddie Diaz

Chimney Han

Maddie Buckley-Han

Jee-Yun Buckley-Han

Barbie

Allan

Ken (Ryan Gosling)

Lab Rats

Adam Davenport

Chase Davenport

Tasha Davenport

Merlin

Arthur Penadragon

Merlin

Gwaine

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

Gravity Falls

Grunkle Ford

Bill Cipher

SpyxFamily

Loid Forger

Yor Forger

Anya Forger

Inheritance Games

Nash Hawthorne

Grayson Hawthorne

Jameson Hawthorne

Xander Hawthorne

Lily Grambs

Avery Grambs

Headcannons

Peter 1, 2, 3

Norman Osborne

Otto Octavius

Irondad

Harvey

Autistic Peter Parker

Marc Spector

Jake Lockley

Steven Grant

Star Trek

Y/N Fics

Andrew Garfield

Sebastian Stan

Henry Cavill

Irondad

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Mando

Superman

OC's

Lily

Lila

Kirk

Mullach

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

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serenityiskey · 3 years ago

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Afternoon Melodies

A/N: thank you all for the support on my fanfics and I look forward to writing more as well as learning how to improve on my writing. I hope you enjoy this!

Description: Steven has been up late at night….again…studying hieroglyphics to pass a test and become a tour guide. Unfortunately, he’s been sleeping til late afternoon and becoming stressed so Marc and Jake take it upon themselves to fix this.

Warnings: Nothing but pure sugary fluff. To avoid any inaccuracies with D.I.D, I made our boys into their own body (I am a psych major but I know it’s more complicated than what the textbooks say.)

It was a gloomy, raining Tuesday and Steven was yet again sleeping extremely late. Sure, it was normal to sleep later in the morning but it was currently three in the afternoon and Steven hadn’t even ate anything since yesterday morning. “Hey, Stevie, it’s time to wake up” Marc walked into the room and he gently patted Steven’s back as he looked at his sleeping form.

“G’me, a minute” Steven murmured into the pillow and Marc rolled his eyes “come on, bud, it’s three in the afternoon and you need to eat something. Better yet, get back on a sleeping schedule.” Steven groaned and faced the other side of the bed and sighed softly in slight irritation. “Don’t make me bring Jake into this mess. You know how he gets with stubborn people like you” he threatened and was only met with soft breathing. “Alright, you made your choice” Marc shrugged and immediately started to spider at Steven’s sides causing him to arch his back and giggle loudly.

“Hehehehehehehehehehey! Mahahahaahahahahahaharc!” Steven giggled with a whine and squirmed causing him to get tangled in the sheets. “Well hey, Stevie, how kind of you to join us” Marc teased as he moved up to Steven’s ribs to egg him on. “STAHahahahahaahahahahahahahap! I’m awahaahhahaahahahahahahahake!” Steven giggled and he clenched his arms at his sides. “Oh no, you trapped my arms! Can you please let them go?” Marc asked in mock sympathy as he continued to pinch at Steven’s ribs “I Cahahahahahahahahahahahant!” Steven clenched his teeth at the ticklish fingers and giggled loudly through them.

“Hey, Jake! Can you come help me wake this little early bird up?” Marc teased and held Steven still. “No! Not Jake! He will murder me and think it’s fun” Steven widened his eyes and squirmed some more. “That’s not very nice, Grant, maybe someone should teach you how to be nice to others who especially are stronger and taller than you” Jake smirked and sat facing Steven’s feet before tightening the blanket around them to hold them still.

“Ok! Ok! I’m awake! I promise just please let me go!“ Steven gulped and struggled more. “Sorry, buddy, we can’t do that just yet. We need to hear you say that you’ll stop staying up so late. It’s not healthy for you” Marc held Steven’s hands above his head before placing a hand on steven’s tummy. “-but I need to…” Steven started to protest and Marc shook his head “you can study for the test during reasonable hours and not til five in the morning. If you agree, we will let you go and I’ll make us some food” Marc offered as he tapped his fingers on Steven’s tummy causing him to flinch and squirm.

“I-I would but I…” Steven started before Jake and Marc started scribbling his weak spots that were his tummy and feet. “WHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAIT!! WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!” Steven screamed with laughter and tried to escape. “Just agree with our concerns and this will stop, Steven” Marc smirked and chuckled as he continued. “OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY!! I WIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHILL! JUST STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOP!” Steven cackled as he bucked around like a fish out of water.

“Alright, Jake, we can let him go now.” Marc chuckled and immediately let go of Steven before standing up to give him some room to breathe. Steven giggled through his heavy breathing “you two are bloody insane.” Jake just laughed at Steven’s exhausted form and he shook his head endearingly “well, we had to get you awake and teach you a lesson some how.” Agreeing with the statement from Jake, Marc nodded and hummed softly as he sat down on the foot of the bed “Alright, now that you’re awake now, how about we go out and get some fresh air while it’s still day light outside?” Steven stretched and he nodded before looking at the two “I think that sounds rather nice. What about you, Jake.” Jake nodded and he put his hands in his pockets before looking at Marc. “Alrighty then, let’s go get dressed and go out” Marc stood up and walked to his room to change. They all went out and had a simple day exploring the markets and Steven ended up passing his tour guide exam because he’s just a smart bean.

The end!

#marvel tickle #tickle fic #moonknight tickle #sfw tickle fic #stevengrantisababy #smol beans

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