#fiddl is kicking it up a notch

[fiddlstyx]

YOU SUMMON US ONCE, YOU SUMMON US TWICE

YOU GAMBLE IT ON A ROLL OF THE DICE

this is like three weeks old i kept FORGETTING TO POST IT 😭

#nerdy prudes must die #starkid #fiddl is kicking it up a notch #fiddl’s fiddles

[ticklishraspberries]

Don’t You? (Eddie/Steve)

Summary: Steve is more observant than people give him credit for, and Eddie isn’t hiding his need for affection very well. (Based on a lovely prompt from my lovely friend @nhasablogg who suggested some Steddie with the quote “You like this, don’t you?” and I had to pop off and write a full fic instead of a drabble. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! it)

Steve Harrington had never claimed to be smart. He scraped through high school by copying from other students and charming his teachers, and he often felt like common sense managed to escape him. However, contrary to what some may have thought, he wasn't oblivious either. When it came to emotions, he was incredibly intuitive and found himself picking up on the smallest quirks in other people.

Steve could tell when Robin was putting up a front for people she wasn't so close to, forcing her body to be still and her mouth to stay shut. He could sense the relief in her when they were left alone and she could drop the mask and continue her ramblings in peace.

He knew that if Dustin didn't forcibly control the radio in the car, he was distracted by his own thoughts and didn't want to sing along. Nancy quit biting her nails years ago, but when she was especially anxious, she fell back into the habit. Max hummed Kate Bush beneath her breath when she needed to feel safe.

Lately, he had started to notice these things about Eddie. The jokes he cracked to diffuse tension, the way he fiddled with his rings as a distraction. As he spent his time learning Eddie Munson, there was one particular thing that he couldn't get off his mind.

Eddie seemed to lean desperately into every touch, like a drowning man grasping for the shore. It would have been adorable if it wasn’t also sort of sad. While Wayne seemed like a great man, he didn’t strike Steve as the overly affectionate type, and based on what he knew about the rest of Eddie’s family, he figured that hugs were not a very common occurrence.

He had grown up similarly, grasping for affection in the form of friends or girlfriends, trying not to seem as desperate as he felt. So, having been in the same place, Steve would never deny Eddie a bit of platonic affection. The only issue was, his feelings towards Eddie were straying closer to crushing territory, and he didn’t quite feel ready to unpack that.

So, Steve compromised. He gave hugs, shoulder pats, and playful shoves, but was careful to not linger too long, knowing it would only send blood rushing to his cheeks (and possibly elsewhere, if he wasn’t careful). But it broke his heart to see the disappointment in Eddie’s eyes when the touch retracted.

Dignity and pining aside, Steve figured it couldn’t hurt to dial it up a notch.

And that was how he wound up on the floor of Eddie Munson’s trailer, grinning like mad as the guy that most of Hawkins feared laid beneath him, giggling like mad. A quick jab to the side had sent Eddie jerking away as if electrocuted, and Steve wasted no time in pouncing.

The two of them went sprawling to the floor, a mess of flying limbs and giggling, for once, acting like the age they truly were.

Eddie wasn’t weak by any sense of the word, but he was less athletic and still giggling like mad, making it easy for Steve to pin him to the floor and tickle his sides with vigor. The giggles quickly turned to real laughter, loud and uncontrollable.

As Steve switched between squeezing his sides and poking at his belly, he picked up on something else. Eddie didn’t seem to be fighting back. Like, at all.

Normally, when Steve tickled anyone, he was met with playful resistance, begging, and the occasional injury. Robin babbled out pleas for mercy, Dustin kicked as though his life depended on it, and Nancy had once bruised his jaw with a flying elbow. But Eddie just…took it. He squirmed, sure, but that was just a natural reaction. No words of protest had left his lips, only laughter. And his smile was not a forced grin, but rather a genuine beam of childlike joy.

“You like this, don’t you?” Steve asked, stopping his tickling and instead leaning his face close to Eddie’s ear.

Eddie’s cheeks turned red. “What?” he asked, his voice breathless and pitched much higher than usual. “Of course I don’t.” If he were aiming for nonchalance, he was failing miserably. Steve could practically feel the nervous energy radiating from the man beneath him.

Steve hummed. “I don’t believe you,” he replied. “You’re barely fighting back. I mean, you haven’t asked me to stop once, and you could fight back, but you’re just grabbing at your hair instead of trying to push my hands away.”

Eddie’s face was an odd shade of crimson that Steve couldn’t imagine was normal for the average person. He seemed at a loss for words, which was rare for someone who talked so goddamn much. Not that Steve minded, though. It was cute, all his rambling. God, he was really becoming a fool for Eddie, wasn’t he?

“Hey, I’m not making fun of you,” Steve said, sensing that Eddie’s embarrassment was straying into actually upset territory and desperately trying to wrangle it back to cute, playful teasing. “I mean, it’s fine if you do.”

Eddie huffed out a laugh, basically a scoff, but he had stopped denying it.

Then, Steve decided to tell him something that he’d never told anyone before. “I don’t mind it either, you know. Like, it’s sort of fun depending on who does it. Ever since Robin found out I’m ticklish, I haven’t known peace, and like, I could tell her to stop if I wanted and she would. But it’s fun for both of us, so I don’t. So, basically, if I’ve misread and you aren’t having fun, I’ll stop right now and never do it again. But if you’re having fun, I won’t tease you about it anymore.”

Those already big brown eyes somehow widened further as Eddie squirmed. Steve had a hunch that talking about feelings and secrets wasn’t something that he was used to, so he didn’t pry, he just let him figure out what to say next.

“You don’t have to stop,” he said after a moment.

Steve grinned, and resumed his attack on Eddie’s belly, making him bark out a surprised laugh. Once again, his intuition hadn’t failed him, and he was feeling indescribably giddy.

He didn’t expect Eddie to try and fight back after that flustering talk, and so he was taken entirely off guard when Eddie suddenly managed to sit up and push Steve back against the floor, clambering on top of his thighs and grinning like a maniac.

“Since you gave that sincere, adorable little speech, I figured I had to return the favor,” Eddie said, shooting him a wink before latching onto Steve’s sides and letting his fingers dance across his thin t-shirt with the precision only a guitarist could have.

And if Steve wasn’t laughing so hard, eyes squeezed shut and mouth falling into a helpless grin, maybe his intuition would have told him that the way Eddie looked at him, soft eyes and fond smile, maybe he would realize that Eddie totally had a crush on him too, and maybe he would make the first move and kiss him, right then a there, on the floor of his trailer.

There had been enough confessions for the evening, though, and the tickle fight left them both breathless and delighted, and Steve found himself smiling the whole drive home.

#steddie fic #steddie ticklefic #steddie tickle fic #stranger things fic #stranger things tickle fic #stranger things ticklefic #stranger things tickling #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie x steve #steve x eddie #ticklefic #tickle fic #stranger things #steddie #steveddie #fic #raspberry writes

[emmyrosee]

…most of my rants are about being these characters being playful and teasing with the reader but that won’t stop me from giving you one more. I’m touch starved!! This is all I crave!! Throw me onto a bed (or anywhere soft) and start a fight and I’m all yours!!

and I KNOW I SAID I HAD MORE SUNA (and I do, I most definitely do) BUT HERE’S SOME SAMU BC HE’S SO ABSJWJDKVJ AND I ADORE HOW YOU WRITE HIM (as I do with all the characters you write ofc, but since I feel like I’ve been neglecting him lately, I’m giving him some extra love tonight)

So anyway Osamu is tired and getting comfy in bed BUT you’re full of energy and talking to him about everything under the sun. It’s very clear you won’t be sleeping anytime soon and he wants a full 8 hours so he’s just like “oh, you’re not tired, huh? Let me tire you out then baby” and he fucking piCKS YOU UP AND you’re laughing and squirming in his arms in protest but he needs you to be t i r e d so he keeps it up and starts a war with pillows and tickles and he’s more awake now and fully enjoying it. And by the end, you’re so tired out that you just fall asleep on his chest. I love him. I want him to pick me up. I want to play fight with him. I want his arms around me. I’m not light but I just know he’d be able to lift me. …yes this WAS fueled by me not being tired but needing to sleep what about it?

I LITERALLY WANT TO RUIN HIS DAYS AND SLEEP SCHEDULE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH-

Also who do you think he is, he could toss you like a sac of potatoes boy is bUILT-

Like listen. He gets it. He doesn’t force you to get up with him every morning to help set up the restaurant, he wants you to sleep in and relax, but some days his body just needs to knock out early and sleep.

And usually, of course, it’s the days your body decides to kick it up a notch and stay up far later than him.

He’s left you in the living room with a sweet kiss on your head, telling you that he hopes you’ll come to bed soon, assures you that tomorrow he’ll be able to watch tv with you, tries to cover all the bases so you can let him fall asleep with peace and love.

Very clearly, however, you’re not going to go down with peace and love.

Because every minute and half, you’re back in the room. Be it to show him a tiktok, or talk about a recipe you think he should try, or a picture of Atsumu’s dog and how bad you want one, you’re. There.

“‘Samu, did you know that 40% of your dna is also shared in a banana-“

“Baby, I love you so much,” he says, voice raspy from being dragged out of sleep once again. “If you come in here one more time to talk to me, I’m going to make you regret it.”

You become silent, and his heart sinks at the idea he hurt your feelings with his words. He sits back up to see you, fiddling with your fingers in the doorway.

“Sorry,” you say softly.

He quickly shakes his head, “no, no baby, it’s okay, I didn’t-“

“Didn’t know grandpa needed his sleep so bad.”

Suddenly, his brows shoot up. You grin around a cheeky tongue bite, and he licks his upper lip at your defiance.

“I cannot stand you,” he snarls, immediately popping onto his feet and dashing towards you in a mad sprint, adrenaline pumping as you scream and dash away.

And listen, he’s a big man, but he’s got plenty of speed under his belt and you barely have time to scramble down the hall before he’s got you in his arms, tossing you over his shoulder. You’re kicking and laughing and doing everything you can to break free, but he’s not budging. Not even a little. Usually when osamu wants to play fight, he gives you a little bit of wiggle room as a false sense of freedom, but today, he’s serious, and it makes you giggle and scream in anticipation.

When he finally does release you, it’s with a rough toss on the bed, watching with a sick smirk as you scramble to make some distance, as if the mattress will protect you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He scoffs, grabbing your ankle and dragging you back down the bed, your eyes widening because he’s never done that before, and apparently, you love it.

“I-I’ll leave you alone!” You reason, but he had no interest in your bargaining. Instead, he takes his pillow and swats it everywhere he can against you, against your legs and extended arms, being careful of your face but not exactly avoiding it.

You try to grab the pillow from his hands, and just to briefly disorient you, he holds the pillow over your face. By the time you throw the fluffed pillow off of you, he’s kneeling between your legs, “I know what will tire you out.”

You shove his broad shoulders as he smooths his hands over your kicking legs, pinning you to the bed with his body before tickling you with everything he can muster. You shriek so loud it hurts his own head, but skittering fingers only draw more cackles out of you, and he’s not feeling merciless.

“I hate you!” You lie between your cackles “I hate you! S-so mean! Stop iiitttt!”

“I’m not in the mood for that crap,” he snarls playfully; his tickling fingers slow only slightly so he can lean down, whispering in your ear- which also has you a giggling and whining from the feeling. “I want you to break.”

You try to tickle him back, which does, briefly, have him stopping to defend himself, but it doesn’t last long before he gathers your hands in his and pins them above your head to the mattress. The action makes your eyes widen in anticipation, a flash of panic being drowned out by a glimmer of eagerness.

“Are you done being an asshole?” He grits between his teeth. Your legs wrapping around his body to keep him close tell him everything he needs to know, but you do whine softly at the idea of him attacking you in such a position.

“Don’t tickle me,” you pant. “I’ll behave.”

“Bullshit,” he scoffs, his hand making a move to make you jump, and he watches in satisfaction as you giggle nervously. “You eat this shit up and you know it.”

Despite this, he does release you and kisses the last of your laughter from your lips, and the whole scene seems to make you into a pile of mush; your arms wrap around his neck and you pull him flush to you, mewling softly at the affections and feeling so close.

“God, I adore you,” he mumbles, smiling as you bury your face in his neck. You nod against his skin, and he chuckles at your sudden complacence. “You finally ready for bed?”

“Yes,” you sigh sleepily. “But I left the tv on. Gotta go turn it off.”

“I’ll take care of the tv,” he promises, kissing your temple, “get under the covers. Can’t risk you getting all energized again.” You snort before he gets up to turn off the tv in the living room, folding the blanket and putting your phone on the charger, grabbing you a glass of water before heading back to bed, where you’re curled up under his side of the bed, nuzzling into his pillow.

He chuckles, “seriously?”

“It’s warm,” you murmur. He lifts up your body to slide under you, letting you curl on his chest before switching off his lamp to finally, finally go to sleep.

“Osamu?”

“….”

“….osa-“

“What.”

“I love you.”

He sighs and buries his nose in the crown of your head, “I love you too.

“Please, for the love of fuck, go the fuck to sleep.”

#don’t look at me #I’m so soft #you’re uninvited to my birthday party #not one word #osamu miya #osamu miya fluff #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya x gn!reader #osamu miya x reader fluff #osamu miya imagine #osamu miya haikyuu #miya osamu #miya osamu fluff #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu x gn!reader #miya osamu x reader fluff #miya osamu imagine #miya osamu haikyuu #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x yn #haikyuu x You #haikyuu x y/n

[snowdropluck204]

When They Want Affection - Haikyuu

PART 1 - Setters

Oikawa Tooru:

We know that Tooru is a major league drama queen! And I definitely think he would bring it up a few levels just for you, I mean, you are his partner, so you have to pay attention to him at all times!

~ "(y/n), (y/n), (y/n), (y/n), (y-" ~ "Enough Tooru!" You nearly shrieked at him, it had been two hours, you needed to study for a test you had coming up and your boyfriend was being a massive pain in the- ~ "Cuuuuutie!" Tooru once again interrupted your thoughts with his incessant whining, "I'm all sore from training, I want you to take care of me!" ~ Tooru gets really demanding when he wants attention, but this isn't the first time this has happened, you knew exactly what to do, ignore him. ~ "I'm sorry honey, but I've got to finish this, just keep yourself entertained for a little while longer." You told him gently, but with an edge in your voice that anyone with decent survival instincts would hear and run from. ~ Tooru did not have good survival instincts. ~ He kept up his pout and kept up his adamant whinging! ~ He kept making his own odd noises, huffing and humming and generally just being annoying, but you continued to ignore him, writing down notes and highlighting paragraphs in textbooks. ~ Once he realised that you weren't budging, he kicked it up a notch, beginning to sigh, ridiculously loudly. ~ You blink slowly, breathing deeply to keep from throttling your lovely boyfriend, but that was no where near good enough for Tooru. ~ He then begins poking and prodding, starting with fiddling with your pens and the stationary on your desk, moving to playing with your hair and finally poking your cheek. ~ You smack his hands away softly a few times, but he keeps coming back, poking at your cheek, or your shoulder, or your thigh. ~ Huffing, you close your textbooks and your notepad, rolling your eyes when you realised that your bratty boyfriend had won and he had realised too. ~ Picture a puppy that you'd left at home for twenty minutes to go to the store, you come home and he is so excited his eyes light up and his tail wags like crazy. That was Tooru right now. ~ He basically tackled you onto the bed, he had his head in your lap and his hands on your hips as your fingers ran through his hair. ~ He had this cute, content smile on his face, but beneath it, you could see the biggest conniving grin you'd ever seen. ~ "Knew you'd see things my way, love you baby!"

Miya Atsumu:

I feel like Atsumu would get the most upset about your attention when you're giving more attention to his team mates, I think he'd get really grumpy and try to give you the silent treatment… Let's see how that works out.

~ Atsumu sat away from the rest of the team, they were all on the bus on their way to some practice camp, he had been looking forward to it! ~ He was excited to show off just how good he and his team were, but he was also thrilled to be able to spend a whole week with you! ~ He always felt so bummed when he had to walk you home at the end of the school day, even though the two of you were basically joined at the hip at the weekends as well, when he didn't have practice. ~ This week would be awesome! ~ Or at least, it should have been… If you weren't so busy talking to everyone else! ~ Even though they were only ten minutes into an hour long journey, you had spent none of that time with him! ~ The guys knew what they were doing to him, they knew that he had been planning for the two of you to sit at the back of the bus, away from everyone else, so you could cuddle, watch some of the stuff he had downloaded, hold hands… ~ But now all that went out the window! ~ He could see Suna and Osamu smirking at him over your shoulder, they had pulled you down to sit near them, saying they weren't feeling well. Liars! ~ So Atsumu sat at the back of the bus pouting. ~ About half an hour left in the journey, you came to the back of the bus to check on your boyfriend, mostly because he had been completely silent and had distanced himself from everyone, so safe's to say you were concerned. ~ You sat next to him, watching his eyes light up as he struggled to keep the pout on his face, "You okay baby?" You asked, making sure your thigh was against his and you had taken his hand in yours, Atsumu was blushing like mad. ~ But he didn't tell you what was going on, he didn't say anything actually. ~ Realising what your boyfriend was doing, you sighed, this would be insufferable if he kept this up. Luckily, you knew how to fix it. ~ "Well, if you're not going to talk to me, I guess I'll go back to Suna and Samu…" You mumbled, knowing full well just how bad his jealousy gets. ~ He grabbed your arm, immediately whining, "Noooooo! You've been with them the whole time! It's my turn!" ~ You giggled and sat with him again, letting him snuggle into the crook of your neck, leaving kisses on his head.

Kozume Kenma:

It's very rare that Kenma would get super upset that you're not paying him any attention, usually it's the other way around, but I feel like the one time he would desperately crave you're attention, is when he's sick.

~ Kenma had gotten a nasty cold and had text you, practically begging you to come over after school. ~ You were coming over anyway, you had heard from Kuroo that he was sick, so you had collected his homework, got some soup and medicine from the local convenience store and made your way to the Kozume House. ~ Knocking out of politeness, you knew nobody would be at home other than Kenma, but just in case! ~ You walked into the house, hoping you wouldn't find your timid boyfriend how you though you would, meaning, out of bed, sat in front of his computer, playing games… ~ Therefore you were really surprised when you saw him snuggled up in a million blankets and pillows in bed. ~ You didn't want to say this, because you knew he wasn't feeling well but you couldn't help it! "You look so cute!" You cooed. ~ And he did! His nose was all red, as were his cheeks because of a slight fever, his hair was slightly dishevelled and he was wearing the biggest hoodie he owned (a hand-me-down from Kuroo). ~ He looked up at you, naturally he did have a game console in his hands, but you were just glad he'd listened to your earlier text that told him to stay in bed. ~ "Whatever." He mumbled, but you could see him trying to hide his cheeks in the covers. "Could you- maybe- I… Never mind…" He whispered. ~ You looked at him confused, he was shy sometimes, sure, but he knew he could ask you to do anything, the only time he got this nervous was when he- ~ When he wanted cuddles… ~ You smiled, taking off your jacket and school blazer, before getting under the covers with Kenma, he looked relieved that he didn't have to ask, but also seemed worried. ~ "Wait, you're gonna get sick…" Aw that's what he was worried about? ~ You laughed lightly, "Well, then I'll get sick, cuddles with you are rare! I'm taking what I can get!" You cheered, while you wrapped your arms around his, his head on your chest as he continued his game. ~ You could hear him let out a sigh of contentment, happy about getting what he wanted. ~ "Thank you love…"

Kageyama Tobio:

Tobio would crave your attention during practices and his games! Like, he knows he's good, but he wants you to know! I can see him performing his quick with Hinata and getting super excited, turning to see if you saw your baby do good!

~ This was an important game for Tobio, well, all of his games were important to him, but this game was special. It was his first time playing an actual match where you attended! ~ You always tried your best to go to his games and made time for his practices, but things always seemed to get in the way, you had to help your parents or work or had way too much school work to finish. ~ But today was different and Tobio was thrilled! ~ He spent his time during the warm up, craning his neck around to find you in the stands, seeing you wearing a shirt you and your friends had spent time on, orange and black with his jersey number on the front. ~ Tobio blushed seeing you wearing it, he wasn't expecting you to come wearing that! He was very happy to see you in his number though… ~ "Hey! Kageyama! Get it together, warm up!" Coach shouted, startling him away from his staring, his face got even more red as he saw you covering your mouth, trying to hide what he assumed was a laugh… ~ It was halfway through his first match, he could see you cheering him on, as well as his team, this specific team he was against weren't much competition, but he didn't want to get too full of himself. ~ The final point was up for grabs, obviously it was him and his team's to take, he and Hinata performed their freak quick attack and scored the winning point for Karasuno! ~ He looked over to you and saw you cheering and jumping with your friends in the stands, you saw him looking and blew him a kiss, smiling a big smile with your eyes closed. ~ Leading to Suga crowding Tobio, worried about the boy who now had a nosebleed.

Akaashi Keiji:

After a long day of being a mom and taking care of Bokuto, making sure he doesn't run into traffic or something, Akaashi comes home or goes to your place and silently begs for attention, he'd be too tired to do anything, but that doesn't mean he wants you doing things either. You should be cuddling him!

~ Keiji knocked once at your house before entering, he knew your parents weren't home, even then, they love him so he would probably just come in anyway. ~ He let out a big sigh, taking off his jacket and shoes at the door, he was so tired! ~ Bokuto was really difficult today, first he was too tired to get into practice this morning, then he refused to eat his greens at lunch and he went into emo mode during evening practice… ~ On top of that, his final exams were coming up, plus nationals… It was all just too much right now. He needed you. ~ He followed the smell of dinner into the kitchen, where you were stood at the stove in a cute apron, stirring a pot of something, he didn't really care, your food was good either way. ~ Walking up behind you, he made sure to make some noise, not wanting to frighten you as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, his head on your shoulder, leaving kisses on your neck and cheek. ~ He wasn't able to hang out with you as much today, or this week for that matter, he had been far too busy babysitting a certain owl child… ~ "Hiya Keiji, tired?" You asked gently, squeezing the hand he'd left on your hip. ~ He muffled a groan, nodding into your skin, he was glad you were around, that you hadn't gotten upset with him, he was upset with himself for being too busy for you, so these moments with you were very important to him. ~ "I love you sweetheart." His voice was blunt, as always, but you knew he was sincere, he always was.

#haikyuu!! #x reader #cute #fanfiction #love #haiykuu x reader #sawamura daichi x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kita shinsuke x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #bokuto kotaro x reader #sawamura daichi #oikawa tooru #kuroo tetsuro #kita shinsuke #ushijima wakatoshi #bokuto kotaro #romance #headcanon

[desertdollranch]

Let’s hear it for the Dusty Mountain Dollies! Unmute to listen to them play.

These girls took the end of summer vacation out with a bang. Last night, they had the honor of performing an outdoor show as part of their town’s summer concert series. Since their debut at a Christmas concert, they’ve become a local favorite! They also have fans from all around the world who have seen and enjoyed their videos. 

Everyone agrees, they’re the best all-girl bluegrass band in town. As always that’s Leanne tearing it up on the fiddle, Sierra setting the banjo on fire, and Jillian giving the razzle dazzle on the guitar. 

Last night was extra special, because they kicked it up a notch by bringing in some guest musicians on a few songs.  

Their new friend Virginia played the bass. This instrument is plucked with the fingers to provide a very deep and low beat. 

And Fernanda played the mandolin, which is like a higher-pitched guitar. Both she and Virginia began learning their instruments after becoming fans of the Dusty Mountain Dollies, so being invited to perform with them was a dream come true for the two of them.

And as always, they brought their lovely singing voices and tight harmonies to each song, in the traditional bluegrass style. 

Congratulations, Dollies, on yet another successful show! 

If you’re new here and want to hear more from them, check out their tagged posts of past performances!

(music source)

#the dusty mountain dollies #videos

[risu5waffles]

Holy shite, i missed a (ten) spot!

When i tell you i actually panicked a bit when i realized i'd not put up a recap post. It took me a hot minute to figure out that i was only a day late, but still.

This level is so loud. Like, thankfully it's also pretty short, but it's still awful damned loud. i try not to get on creators' cases about sound balancing; my ears are so bad, whenever i use music or sfx they're either too loud or too soft, because i honestly can't tell? But even still, i wish more creators would fiddle wiv the volume a bit, especially when they're using community-made tracks; they're always way too loud. Otherwise, this level is, it's fine really. Nothing that really stands out about the gameplay or presentation, but it's fun enough for a couple of minutes. i do have to say it was interesting they used this section of The Cosmos backdrop, 'cause i hardly ever see it. Usually folx (myself included, mind you) pull it down to the arcade cabinets, or mid-way up to the more space-y section. This part is kind of neat too.

This one's such a neat idea, and really well presented too, right down to the music (tho', if i remember right, Baile-Flamenco was kind of known for that). Kind of half-in-half-out on puzzles and platforming, where you can transfer movability to objects by grabbing them (the in-universe explanation is you're painting them wiv a puddle of blood). i love the little diorama bit toward the end, wiv all the world's monsters, including... YOU! The Sadako climbing out the telly is a top notch bit. i also really appreciate that the creator went to such lengths to put the level in English. It's not perfect, maybe, but their writing/speaking style has a lot of charm, and doing that kind of thing is hard work.

Just a simple little bounce around the screen grabbing point bubbles and avoiding bombs kind of gig. It's well presented, tho', and the home-brew bounce pads are still functioning mostly right, which isn't always the case wiv LBP1 levels in LBP3.

i may have gotten on a bit of a taka061 kick that week of recording, but his levels are so good. It does raise a bit of an issue for me, 'cause sometimes i'd really like to just record a bunch of levels by one creator, but wiv only one episode a day, i feel a bit like i'm taking space from other folx? Honestly, i'd love to just take two weeks and play all of chronos' stuff for the archives. The only thing of note here, aside from the level just being really, really good, is i wound up having to record it again a few days after the episode went live, because i needed some b-roll for my LittleBite-sizedPlanet look at Tic Tac Sunset, and that playthrough was way better than the one we have here. Just a little salty about that.

Kind of weird we had two levels based around colouring the environment in the same chunk of ten. That wasn't planned at all. Neither was my having a pseudo-y Roman-y motif-y kind of level to be published on the Ides of March. Just happy accidents all over, i guess. This one is nice enough, but it is just a bit too much, and i felt like it'd worn its welcome out by the end (tho', in fairness, that was on me since i wanted everything i could get for the archive). Now i really appreciate that the creator apparently had the same idea, and gives the player two chances to bounce early. That's not me giving a backhanded compliment, i really do think that's a cool thing to do. There've been plenty of levels i've played, even quite good ones, where i've found myself thinking "please, just give me a scoreboard already." One interesting thing wiv this one, or at least how it dovetails wiv the LittleBite-sizedPlanet for this upcoming Friday, is how if you make too many things interactable, your brain (or mine, at least), just starts to actively not care? Because there are just too many things going on to track, or for any one of them to have real importance in comparison to any of the others.

It's a little weird that this level leads off wiv that wee robot-y(?) character being very clear that you have to turn every valve, and then half the valves in the level not actually doing anything. i wonder if that was on purpose, or if something went a bit sideways in the translation from LBP2 to LBP3. i liked this one fairly well; it's got a really solid material and decoration set that get put to good use, tho' i'd say they're presented best when the camera is pulled in a bit more. That happens a lot, i find. It's rare for a creator to get a big environment looking real good, even when it's necessary for gameplay to have a pulled out view. That's not meant to be a knock on any creators, just that it seems a tough trick to pull off.

We talked about this on Friday, and i stand by everything i said there.

i wound up really enjoying this one, and i'd like to give the LBP1 level it's adapted from a play on stream. The swimming bits were a little hard to navigate, on account of them being dark, and my always forgetting you can't just change layers underwater, but i really don't have any big complaints about this one.

Gameplay-wise there's nothing too flash in this one, but i really found myself charmed by the environment. kome managed to nail a scale that felt just right. The incidental details really put in a lot of work too. Like, those terrariums? <chef's kiss> i did discouver thanks to this one (we'd actually played it on stream before i recorded it for the archive) that Twitch mutes the audio in the VoD download file, not just the VoDs that are up on Twitch, and i hate that like the devil hates sin. i'd suspected it to be the case, but i never listen to my streams once they're up. Even searching for a thumbnail i tend to have it on mute. It just popped in my brain to make a point of checking this time, and sure enough. i tell you that really frazzles my frizzles.

Dry tree yo. Just.. Dry tree. i don't even really know what to say aside from it is so very, very good. The fact that it has still, somehow, managed to not be Team Picked (despite having picked up a Level of the Day nod) is, quite possibly, honestly a sin. If it weren't for the fact that some of the Team Picks are actually very much quality, i'd assume Sumo were throwing darts at a list of creators they already liked. i played through this one so many times trying to get a run wiv all the secrets, which is a difficult feat on account of i never put any points into Spot Hidden, but i did finally manage to pull it off. Gotta say it felt pretty good.

So that's another 10 down, yeah. After the kerfluffle wiv my level last week, i've got the feeling it's going to be a little late to justify an every 50 schedule for a hub publish. i kinda had that feeling tho'. i do think this build is going to go more quickly, since there are a lot of parts to it that i'm keeping from the previous one. Trying it out in dThermo is a bit of a worry; i've never had particular luck wiv that system. Based on what i've heard, tho', at least some of it was just me honestly using it wrong. Thankfully i've got chat helping out, and @mellangard , especially, has a lot of experience wiv dThermo, and his advice has been invaluable.

i don't know that anyone watches the episodes all the way to the end to notice, but i think i changed up the end card somewhere in this stack. Nothing really too drastic, just tossed a progress flag up instead of the black background i'd been using. i don't change the tagline every episode like i do wiv LittleBite-sizedPlanet, and i think we'll probably be sticking wiv "For Fierce Trans Joy" for at least a little while longer. Times have been rough for us, and look to be getting rougher depending on where you live (my trans sibs in Missouri, just... fucking hell); but i want us to have our joy, even if we have to claw it out raw and bloody.

#littlebigplanet #little big planet #lbp #lbp1 #lbp2 #lbp3 #Youtube

[darksideofparis]

How would Alex Locke get along with each of the doctors? And how would they react to her?

Good question! This is going to be a pretty long answer, so the full response is under the cut.

For the First Doctor, there would, I think, be a bit more bickering between them. This Doctor is quite intrigued by her, and does become very fond of her, but he's never really been around humans before, so some of his attitudes towards them will irk Alex and cause her to snap back. But she would be very devoted to him, and eager to learn more about the universe from him. Very much a student/teacher dynamic, with an undercurrent of flirting and attraction that's obvious to everybody but them.

The Second Doctor and Alex would get along much better. Very little arguing or snarking, and the Doctor would be extremely protective of her, similar to how he is with Victoria. He would go to great lengths to get Alex to laugh or smile during tense moments, just to get her to relax and remember that he's there, right by her side. Alex is still devoted towards and protective of him, but she would probably try to get rid of his recorder whenever the opportunity presented itself, lol.

Since I already answered a similar question for the Third Doctor in a previous ask, I'll just skip this one.

The Fourth Doctor and Alex would also get along very well and, I think, the flirting would be kicked up a notch. Both CONSTANTLY touching each other, Alex fiddling with his scarf, the Doctor running his fingers through her hair while thinking out loud. . . It's blatantly obvious that they're in love. Alex might get exasperated with this Doctor's more childish and foolish personality traits, but she would also appreciate how he often uses these traits to get an adversary to underestimate him and thus gather more information. I don't think, however, she would ever really forgive him for not getting rid of the Daleks when he had the chance.

The Fifth Doctor and Alex are also very flirty, partly because of how youthful this Doctor looks, and partly because it's them, lol. They bond over suddenly becoming the de facto parents of their three young companions and are definitely called 'Mom and Dad' by Tegan, Nyssa, and Adric (though never to their faces). Because of this Doctor's indecisiveness, I feel like Alex would step up more, be willing to make the harder choices. This could be a source of conflict for them, but ultimately, they would move past it.

The Sixth Doctor and Alex would, much like her and the First Doctor, argue and bicker more. This Doctor is far more alien than other incarnations, so sometimes his personality would rub Alex (or vice-versa) the wrong way. Still, they'd be flirtatious and protective of each other, particularly during the Doctor's trial on Gallifrey (which, sidenote, I would love to write an AU of that with Alex being one of the "future companions" summoned to testify?!). Alex would also tease the Doctor a lot about his coat.

Alex and the Seventh Doctor would definitely get along, particularly because of their respective intelligences, but I can see this being the Doctor that Alex would get into conflict with the most, due to his various manipulations and Machiavellian ways. From a logical point of view, Alex can respect these actions when they're used against an adversary, but with others. . . There would definitely be a lingering fear in Alex's mind if she was being unknowingly manipulated by the Doctor for his own gains. For his part, the Doctor would worry about this as well, and strive to make Alex as happy as possible, all while worrying if this was his own version of subconscious manipulation.

The Eighth Doctor and Alex, I believe, would get along the best out of all the Classic Who Doctors. They would both be optimistic and eager to explore and learn more about the universe, and very flirtatious and loving towards each other. This Doctor is very touchy-feely towards Alex and constantly plants surprise kisses on her (not that Alex is complaining!). Later, as the Time War looms, Alex would be a great source of comfort to him, reassuring him that he didn't have to fight. But in the Doctor's mind, Alex would serve as a reminder of what he, and the universe, stands to lose if he doesn't take part in the Time War and try to end things. That would push this Doctor into participating in the Time War, just to try and keep Alex and her loved ones safe.

I'm going to skip the War Doctor, just because I can't imagine him and Alex ever interacting, since he was pretty much on Gallifrey dealing with the Time War for his whole incarnation. We will see how he reacts to meeting Alex in 'The Day of the Doctor' though.

For the Ninth Doctor, their relationship would be very similar to the one he had with Rose. Alex would be a great source of comfort to him, as well as being the thing that pulls him back into exploring and traveling the universe. He would be devoted to her, and Alex to him. Unlike Rose, Alex would hear more about the Time War and thus be better able to help the Doctor process his trauma and guilt. On a lighter note, they bond over their love of leather jackets.

The Tenth Doctor and Alex, in my opinion, would get along the best out of the New Who Doctors (with, of course, the exception of Eleven). These two are VERY flirty, and they would definitely cross the line into sexual innuendo. There's no question of if they're a couple. They would also be extremely protective of each other, and this Doctor would be more likely to resort to violence if Alex was in danger. However, Alex would probably head slap 10 much more than any of his other incarnations, lol.

Since we've seen Alex with the Eleventh Doctor, I'm going to skip him. I'm also going to skip 12 and 13, as we'll see Alex with those incarnations over the course of her series.

#anonymous #alex locke #alex locke series

[fiddlstyx]

#starship #starship rangers #starship starkid #starkid #i have no ideas how to caption this so! them! have them :) #fiddl’s fiddles #fiddl is kicking it up a notch

[saleeba]

payback ; jude bellingham

summary ♡ you're not happy with the little amount of attention your boyfriend is giving you so you decide to take matters into your own hands. jude shows you the consequences.

pairing ♡ jude bellingham x fem!reader 

content ♡ 18+, smut, bratty!reader, hard-dom!jude, blowjob, exhibitionism (???), some praise, light degradation (another rough bj sceneeeee i’m never beating the slag allegations 😓) 

a/n ♡ requested by this lovely anon ; i am SO glad i’ve finally got it out omg only took me 9 bloody months 😩😩 this is one of my lazier works only bc i needed to get smth out asapp before i start a new term at uni but i hope you all enjoy <33 (not proofread so pls forgive all the mistakes! 🫶🏽)

there’d been hubbub coming from jude’s office ever since you got home in haste with your work bag burdening your arms and a tingle between your legs, mind made up on getting jude into bed as quickly as you like and riding him beyond the sunrise. the noise had become increasingly common recently as you found him spending more and more of his free time in that same office, the calling of his name from your lips being replied to with rapid click-clacks of the game controller and bantering shouts down the headset instead of his signature yes, baby? nobody could blame you for being upset that he was essentially more interested in those damn games than he was in you, his girlfriend of multiple years. 

the throbbing between your legs is growing to be overbearing now, and you need your boyfriend badly — need his fingers to stop pressing those stupid buttons and press against the puffiness of your clit instead. desperation pulls you towards the office’s half-open door and then inside, where jude is sitting, his eyes laser-focused on the blaring screens before shouting a displeased fuck off! to no one in particular as the monitor displays a message of GAME OVER, headset thrown down to the desk in exasperated resignation.

“juuuude,” you step into the role of needy girlfriend as fast as he dons the headset again. “are you finished now?” you’re hoping he turns around to see your oscar-worthy performance of painting on a pout and bambi eyes but his eyes are still drawn into the graphics of guns and warzones in front of him and he doesn’t even spare a glance your way.

“juuuuude!”

“one minute, babe, just need to get this high score then i’m done.” he’s still not looking at you and you can tell you guys are barely in the same reality, his every sense preoccupied with this stupid game. there’s no way he’s going to be getting that done in one minute nor is he ending it there — you’d be lucky to see him exit the room after three hours, probably having played through 5 more rounds and hopped onto another game. he was being so annoying and unfortunately, it was doing nothing to douse the flames in your core. 

and so you decide to kick your plans up a notch. if he won’t listen to you, fine. but he would never ignore the feeling of your skin on his, would he?   

jude’s busy chatting about tactics and skins and what-not with the friends he’s playing with and you occupy yourself by letting your hands run over his ears from behind — removing those pesky headphones — then his shoulders then down to the toned expanse of his jumper-clad chest, keeping your touch tender and unassuming to start with, lips finding their way to the shell of his ear — right before they leave a teasing kiss that barely ghosts over his skin.

“i need you, jude,” you whine, an inspired streak of the ‘damsel in distress’ in your performance now. “please, baby.” your hands are running down more shamelessly, fiddling with the zip of his trousers whilst his fingers falter at the controls. 

“y/n…” he tentatively warns and the way he says your name tells you that messing with him right now will have dire consequences. whatever gets me cumming tonight, you think to yourself; the urgent necessity to have him between your legs is far more dire. jude dares to simply slip his headset back on and focus on the game in hand. 

stepping up your own game and feeling that little bit more daring, you push his gaming chair back, letting the wheels do their job as you tuck yourself in under the desk, a look of disapproval on jude’s face for you as the muffled sounds of voices come from under his ears give the glint of a cruel idea forming in your eyes.

“and what do you think you’re doing?!” jude hisses out as your fingers find a route back to that zip on his trousers, pulling it down and taking his cock out of his boxers faster than he can say anything else. 

“stop me if you want.” you smile cheekily, eyes still doe-ish and feigning concern, before tapping the dark tip of his dick on the slickness of your tongue, savouring the almost-instant way he hardens in your hands. the grip he has on the controller seems harder, veins nearly ready to burst when you dip his head into the gaping of your mouth. 

you take the absence of him arguing against this as an incentive to carry on, to wrap your lips further down his length and really drive the message home with a tightening of your cheeks once the tip reaches the access to your throat. 

“fuck, baby…” jude tries his hardest to let only whispers escape his lips but he forgets the fortune he spent on getting this high-quality, high-sensitivity headset as he’s met with worried questions from his mates, all asking if he’s okay and about what’s going on. his spluttering reply of “u-uh, oh, nothing, i’m fine” has you catching on to the fact if you were really feeling brave, his friends would be able to hear every sound that the both of you make. 

you distract him with the tiniest of kitten licks on his tip, small enough to keep him focused on his game but rapid and desperate enough for you to not hand over victory before your gameplan is finalised with its last stage…

you’d normally struggle to take him in all at once, his girth being almost always too much to handle, but there’s a fire lit inside you tonight and you feel like you could take on anything to cool yourself down, including having a go at deepthroating jude in one go — all of the sake of fucking with him in the presence of his friends. 

it’s difficult, you’re not surprised because you don’t think you’ll ever get used to his size, but you do make it in one sweep of your mouth, the muscles of your throat immediately constricting around the intrusion of his thickness, and jude nearly jumps out of his seat. the loudest groan you’ve ever heard him make escapes his lungs and he lets his fingers slip off the controller before that menacing GAME OVER lettering covers the screen. you can hear the jeering and taunting from his mates as he hastily takes off his headphones, the microphone attachment laying just centimetres above where you’re smirking up at your boyfriend, chest heaving and mouth gracelessly wet from the amount of spit it had to create to be able to form its attack on jude.

inquiries are coming from the headphones over jude and his whereabouts, the occasional “jude, you alright, bro?” filling the stand-off-ish atmosphere you’ve found yourself in as the man in question looms over you, now stood up before his hands clasp onto your head.

oh, you’re in for it now. 

“open. now.” he orders, not waiting for an answer as his tip slides past your lips the millisecond they part and you feel yourself instantly choking around his shaft when he pushes it all the damn way to the column of your throat. “this is what you wanted, right?” you hawk and splutter over the concrete-harshness of his cock as he begins his counterattack on you.

the twisted part is that you want to say yes, you have been wanting this. you’ve been thinking about the heftiness of his dick inside you — any which way, in any hole — since the morning, on your way to work, throughout work, on the way back. this is secretly your self-gifted reward for being so patient. 

“had to act up like a needy slut, didn’t ya? couldn’t even wait, could ya? always so fucking greedy, baby.” you’re whining your fake protests around the spearing movement of his cock, nails scratching at his thighs in an attempt to find some grounding, some sense of reality around you, trying so hard to not cum from the pussy-drenching harshness of jude’s words. 

“you wanted my mates to hear everything, didn’t you, sweetheart?” you weren’t exactly being quiet then so neither is he now; you wouldn't be shocked if his friends couldn’t look you both in the eyes next time you meet. “wanted them to hear how good you suck me off, how good you take me — wanna get them all jealous, huh?” 

you’re teary-eyed now, nose doing all the work in keeping oxygen flowing around your body, for you would’ve passed out from the constant ramming of thick, heavy cock inside your mouth and that combined with the white-hot words from jude’s lips? you fear it’s too much, legs spreading in their kneeled form, fingers reaching to soothe the pulsing of your clit. 

“don’t you fucking dare.” jude shuts that idea down quicker than it can come to life. “you don’t get to be a greedy girl and still have it your way, angel.” 

you don’t want to deal with the fact that you may be out of your depth right now, having unlocked a little bit of a darker side to jude. is it bad that you want it to invite it in and have it show itself to you in its full glory? 

jude slips himself out of the warmth of your spent mouth, your jaw doing its best to relax itself before he pats your cheek quite heavy-handedly. 

“c’mon, baby, remind me again of how you can be a good girl and maybe you can have it your way.”

#wrote this in under 2 hours which is why it's deffo not the best but pls lmk how u found it!!! #˗ˏˋ 📝 ˎˊ˗ #˗ˏˋ 💬 ˎˊ˗ #jude bellingham #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham x fem!reader #jude bellingham x y/n #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x reader #football imagine #footballer imagine #footballer smut

[elizabethmaximoff89]

I Just Wanted To Play ~ Natasha Romanoff PART ONE

Warnings: barely proof read so it reads awfully, mommy kink, workaholic Nat/impatient reader, sending suggestive pictures, use of pet names (baby/detka/dove/princess/angel etc), Nat was straight up mean for a hot minute but makes up for it by being SUPER DUPER SOFT, alludes to sex but technically no actual smut occurs

NOTE: this has 2 Parts… this part is angsty and fluffy and apart 2 will be very spicey smut 18+ only 😌😉

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Natasha had been working a lot lately. Too much, you thought. She would leave at the crack of dawn and work all day, then stay up late at night typing away on her laptop. You were not adjusting well to the distance between you two. You couldn’t help but feel a little neglected and forgotten. You had tried a few times to get a moment with her to yourself but seemingly, nothing could garner her attention as much as her case reports. You remained determined in your efforts though. After enduring another sleepless night and waking up to an empty bed yet again, you decided that today was the day you’d finally confront her. Or at least try as hard as you could to get her to finally pay proper attention to you.

You searched for the prettiest outfit you could find in your wardrobe and your eyes lit up at the sight of a short, pink sundress that Natasha had bought you last summer. It was laced with tiny frills around the skirt trim and neckline, which perfectly sculpted your upper body, showing just the right amount of cleavage. You dolled yourself up in your shared bathroom and gathered your hair into two loose French braids, just as you remembered Natasha loved. She used to braid your hair for you all the time and would always tell you how pretty you looked with a braid either side, “like my own little princess” she would say.

Satisfied with your look, you smiled to yourself in the mirror before pulling your phone out to take a selfie. Your phone covered your face in the photo but the strategic angle of the camera gave a perfect view of your chest, which you so purposefully pushed up in your position. A little teasing to dip your toes in, you thought. You sent the picture to her with a text

“hiii, do you like my hair? I did it just for you xxx”

Almost immediately after sending it, you saw that she had read the message. You excitedly awaited a response and watched as the blue dots danced around the screen before they disappeared completely.

Oh.

A few moments later, PING!

Finally! You thought

“Looks good”

Wait what?! What sort of lame response is that? Time to kick things up a notch.

———————

You quickly made your way dowstairs, eager to see your girlfriend. Your dress skirt flipped around as you happily skipped towards her office.

“Nattyyyyy” you sang upon entering but your gleeful smile was quickly replaced with a pout as you were not-so-welcomed by the sight of Natasha on the phone, holding her hand up towards you as a gesture to be quiet. You huffed before moving over to slump down onto the office couch. Your stare bored into Natasha as you tried to patiently wait for her to end the call. But you just kept on waiting, and waiting, and waiting…

Eventually you got bored and slowly made your way over to where she sat in her big office chair. You always felt that she looked so big and important sat in that chair. Standing behind it, you stood up on your tiptoes and reached out your arms to hold onto her but she just shrugged you off.

“I’m busy” she whispered before returning her full attention to whoever was on the receiving end of the call.

You huffed. You really didn’t want much. All you wanted was that one thing - to feel her close to you. How could she be denying you of that? It wasn’t fair. It was cruel, even.

You bought yourself around to the side of the chair and looked down at her, your pout only growing by the second. Swaying ever so slightly as you fiddled with the ends of your long braids, you expected just a little bit of attention but still… nothing.

“Okay, sounds perfect. Yep. Yeah, that works for us. Tuesday it is. I’ll just have someone on my team send you the remaining documents and as soon as they’re all signed we should be all set. Great. I’ll look forward to seeing you too. Take care.” Finally she wraps up the phone call but immediately starts picking up other scattered documents that buried her desk.

“Ugh Nattyyyyy,” you whine “come on now, I wanna playyyy”

“I’ve already told you that I’m busy baby.”

“But-” you felt the tears already threatening to fall “I realllllyyyy want t-”

“Baby. I mean it.” She looked up at you with a raised brow and sighed slightly when she saw how upset you were. For a moment you thought you had finally broken her but then- “Be patient and I promise we can play later. I’ve got to finish this important work”

“You said that yesterday.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes

“Don’t be a brat now.” She warned

And just like that, her attention was once again stolen.

Near-furious, you made your way back over to the couch, throwing yourself down with a squeal. “I just wanted to play.”

“Oh stop sulking. I don’t have time for this right now. You’re so needy!”

“‘M NOT NEEDY NATTY YOU JUST NEVER HAVE TIME FOR ME ANYMORE AND YOU DON’T EVEN CARE ABOUT ME AND YOU DON’T LOVE ME ANYMORE AND I JUST… I HATE YOU” you shouted hysterically before storming out of the room and slamming the door shut behind you. The heavy echo followed you all the way up to your bedroom where you fell to the mattress and let yourself sink into the sheets.

— that evening —

Since leaving Natasha’s office earlier, you hadn’t spoken to or seen the former spy at all. After crying off all of your makeup in bed, you decided to shower and then put on your favourite movie in a feeble attempt to make yourself feel better.

Instead of focusing on the movie though, all you could do was replay the outburst in your mind. Though the majority of what you had said truly did reflect the current gut-wrenching feeling of being unwanted and unimportant to her, you didn’t mean to take it so far. You had told her that you hate her. Why would you do that? You don’t hate her. Not in the slightest. Still, you weren’t ready to face Natasha and so, you felt yourself succumb to the sleep that your body was desperately fighting for.

You hadn’t anticipated sleeping for so long and much to your surprise, when you awoke from your nap, you were encased by heavy arms and felt the tickle of Natasha’s breath fluttering on your shoulder blade.

For a moment you had forgot all about what had happened in the office earlier that day. You bought Nat’s hand up from around your waist, kissing the back of it as gently as you could, still unaware or whether or not she was awake or asleep. You assumed asleep and so you lay there, sinking into her as much as you could.

“You’re up” spoke the redhead raspily.

“Mmhmm” you nodded before turning yourself around, facing her but not daring her to look at her directly. You sad expression resurfaced as you start to remind yourself of the terrible three words you a sneered at her.

Silence hung in the air for a moment before-

“Y/n, are you crying? Why are you crying baby girl?”

You breath hitched slightly as you heard the name fall so effortlessly off her lips. Nat bought her hands up to stop the tears threatening to hit the pillow. You nuzzled into the soft touch of her hand against your cheek.

“I’m so sorry.” You mumbled

“I know dove,” she whispered reassuringly “I know, it’s okay.”

“Natty?”

She hums softly in acknowledgment and averts your gaze to hers.

“I don’t hate you. I promise. I don’t know why I said that. I was just… upset?! And sad… and I know it’s no excuse Natty. I’m really really sorry” you started to sob again and Natasha just let out a small breathy chuckle.

“What?!” You asked “why are you laughing at me? You think I’m stupid don’t you?! You DO really not like me anymore, I knew it” and as you went to pull away from her she grabbed you, squeezing you closer to her.

“Don’t be so silly, my little baby. Don’t be thinking like that. I know you didn’t mean it, you were just angry. With me. And you have every right to hate me with how I’ve been treating you. I should be the one apologising. I’m sorry for calling you needy, I’m sorry for not making the time for you, I’m sorry for not treating you how you should be treated. I got so caught up with work, I had so much pressure on me these past few weeks and so many deadlines and I shouldn’t have shut you out… I’m so sorry angel, I just… I can’t look at you and not get distracted. I can’t even think straight when I hear your voice, or when you prance around in those gorgeous little dresses” her hand started to brush up against your thigh and you shifted slightly “all I can think about is touching you” her fingertips danced higher, towards your core. “and holding you” as her hands worked quickly to squeeze your ass and push you impossibly closer to her, you parted your mouth in an ‘O’ formation, a small moan slipping through your lips. “and tasting you” Natasha continued teasing you, bringing her hand up to your left boob and massaging it gently in her palm, the tips of her fingers occasionally twisting the peaked nub ever so slightly.

You could barely think straight yourself with the way her words rushed straight to your core. Arching your back into your girlfriend as she started peppering soft kisses down your jaw and neck, along the bow of your collarbone. Typically, Natasha was rather rough with you in the bedroom, she liked to push your limits and experiment with new ways to watch you wriggle and writhe beneath her - not that you were complaining - but still, there was something so satisfying about the feather light treatment she was providing right now. So soft, yet you both remained fully aware of the power she holds over you.

“You’re still my Natty?”

“I’m still your Natty, baby. And you’re all mine. I’m sorry for everything princess” she whispered, muffled against your pale skin

Breathing heavily you slowly draw your thoughts back long enough to register he sentence and respond breathily with “It’s okay Mommy”

Natasha practically growled at the nickname.

“It’ll will never be okay… but how about I try and show you just how much I do care about you and love you? See if I can make it up to you just a little?” She asked suggestively before kissing you with heavy desire

“Mm-finally” you groaned into her as you felt her hand wrap around your neck, squeezing slightly

— TO BE CONTINUED —

author note: hey y’all, this will be a 2 part little thing I do apologise however I PROMISE the 2nd part is very very spicey and delicious so… I hope you enjoy it 💞

#fanfic #wlw #fluff #writing #marvel imagines #marvel fluff #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff imagine #nat fluff #natasha romanoff angst #black widow #blackwidow #mommy natasha #marvel #marvel mcu #mcu imagine

[stranger-nightmare]

Happy Sleepover!!! Smut prompt 139 “i bought a few pieces of lingerie. want me to model for you?” and “the only way you’re getting off is my thigh” with Druig please - 🧀

𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰

Pairing: Druig x (female) Reader

Summary: you show off your new lingerie to Druig. Suffice to say he’s a big fan...

Warnings: kinda fluffy, smut, brief lap dance, thigh riding, minors DNI

A/N: alright we’re kicking off this NYE sleepover with a lil Druig smut😈 thank you, happy sleepover and new year to you my precious anon!! Also I just wanted to ask, I don’t currently have a 🧀 anon so is this you asking to use this emoji? If so yay that’s great! Just send me another ask confirming you want to be 🧀 anon🥰🖤 hope you enjoy this!!

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“Druig! Come here!” You call from the bedroom. You can feel the giddiness sitting in your chest. He rounds the corner a minute later.

“Yeah babe?” He looks at you in slight excited confusion when he sees you standing in the middle of the room with only your little silk dressing gown on you.

“I wanna show you something” you smirk at him.

“Oh yeah?” His eyes travel up and down your body.

“Mmm” you hum. “I want to show you what I bought on my little shopping trip yesterday” you whisper huskily.

“Yeah?” He smirks back.

“Yeah, take a seat” you say directing him to the edge of the bed. He obliges and perches himself on the bed, licking his lips in anticipation. You giggle lightly as you pull off the silk robe inch by inch, showing off just your shoulders at first, before eventually dropping the robe slowly down your body. The groan that leaves Druig at the sight of your new lingerie set is practically sinful. You relish his reaction as you start to swing your hips from side to side, bending your knees to lower down slightly before rising up again. You extend your arms above your head as you turn around, letting Druig drink in every ounce of your body and your delicious new undergarments.

“As you can see I bought a few pieces of lingerie, want me to model for you?"

“Mmmm yes, put on a show for me baby” he groans whilst you watching you sway seductively. You strut in a small circle, deliberately extending your legs and walking on the ball of your foot. You then return to dancing lightly as you swing your hips again.

“Like what you see?” You wink at him.

“Fuck baby you have no idea” he says biting his lip as his eyes rake up and down your body over and over, devouring the sight of you. You continue to dance for him for a little while longer before you decide to take things up a notch. You strut towards Druig, placing your hands on his shoulders. He watches you in awe as you bend and arch your back, curving your body against him, so close to touching him. You then turn around and bend over in front of him, letting him take in a good look at your ass. He moans at the sight. When you turn around again he grabs as your hips, pulling you into his lap.

“You look fucking incredible” he whispers against the shell of your ear. He pulls you forward in his lap, your core brushing against his very evident erection.”See what you’re doing to me?” He whines as he guides your hips forwards and backwards, grinding against his restrained cock. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. You move your hands from his shoulders and begin to fiddle with the button on his jeans but he grabs your hands and holds them still.

“Oh no, not yet sweetheart. The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh” he smirks.

Now it was your turn to let out the most sinful of moans. Druig opens his legs, lifting you up to slot you over this right thigh. You moan again as your aching core connects with his thigh, the silk fabric of your new panties pushing against your clit. Druig starts to guide your hips again, rocking you against his thigh. The feeling of the soft silk directly against you clit paired with the rougher fabric of his jeans just underneath is a sensation unlike you’ve ever had before. Your face twists in pleasure as you quicken your pace grinding into Druig’s leg. He watches your face intently as your mouth hangs open in pleasure. You start to feel the burn settle in your lower belly as your climax approaches. Druig groans simultaneously with you, knowing that you’re so close to releasing all over his leg.

“That’s it baby, cum for me. Ruin those pretty new panties of yours” he coos.

His words tip you over the edge, your orgasm rocking through you as you ride out your high on his leg. You can feel your slick seep through the thin fabric of your panties, into Druig’s jeans.

Just as you were coming down from your high you suddenly feel a sharp tug on your panties followed by the sound of ripping fabric. You gasp in shock as the material of your new underwear falls away from you.

“Druig those were brand new!” You exclaim as he tosses the torn fabric aside.

“They were already ruined” he groans as he bites your neck. You let out a half-hearted huff of frustration.

“I’ll buy you more later, I promise” he whines into your neck. “But right now, please, please just fuck me..."

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[beyondspaceandstars]

The Wounded

Relationship: Steve Rogers x Reader [Dating], Bucky Barnes x Reader [Platonic] Warnings: mantions of kidnapping, slight depictions of PTSD, angst Summary: After you survive a kidnapping that ends up affecting you in ways you and Steve never anticipated, you turn to Bucky for comfort leaving Steve confused and insecure. A/N: alright this is an older one I had sitting on my computer i felt like uploading but very sorry for the lack of content! I am currently dealing with finals but this is my last year so fingers crossed i’ll have more time after this! Still, please enjoy this, I remember really enjoying writing it :)

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You shot up in bed suddenly, praying your eyes would adjust to the pitch black darkness of your bedroom fast enough to ease your brain. As your heart raced and sides ached with bruises, you took in your surroundings finally.

You were in your bed, your boyfriend Steve sleeping peacefully next to you. You knew this in your brain but your heart didn’t. It still raced relentlessly, just a haunting reminder of your latest nightmare.

The nightmares always had the same theme. They always seemed to circle back to your troubling and scarring kidnapping you had suffered just a few weeks ago. It was a devastating ploy by some equally devastating men to get to your boyfriend. The abduction didn’t last very long — just about a week in some musty, dirty cell being kicked around — but the scars it left on your brain where so much deeper than you had ever realized until recently.

The physical abuse was bad but the bruises and cuts were healing just fine. It was the mental and emotional games they played that was going to take longer to ease. The words were haunting and they followed you in every crevasse of your brain, typically leaving you running on a couple of hours a sleep. It was a cruel routine: go to bed safe and sound, find peace for two hours, wake up in a cold sweat, watch mindless TV in the common area until breakfast.

Here we go, you thought as you made your way out of the bed. Steve was still undisturbed, in a peaceful dream sleep, typically unaware of your absence. The few times he had caught on you rushed him back to bed, claiming you just wanted a midnight snack. He never questioned it but his eyes always told you he wasn’t convinced. You ignored it — you just couldn’t tell him. The guilt he carried about your kidnapping was unbelievable. You worked so hard to convince him you were alright, it wasn’t ever his fault, and that the wounds were healing because you couldn’t bare to see those eyes in such a miserable state.

It really wasn’t a total lie — the wounds were swell and you wouldn’t dare to blame him for something not in his control — but then the nightmares started. The daunting voice began chiming in. The depression… the anxiety… the fear… it all came at once so unexpectedly.

You tugged on your fluffy robe along with your slippers and made your way to the kitchen. As you rounded the corner you were stunned to see the kitchen light already on. Peaking your head in, your eyes fell on Bucky who was situated at the kitchen island  snacking on some chips.

You stared, unsure of whether you should head to the living room and venture into the kitchen. No one had ever been up with you before and if they did, they never made themselves known.

"I can feel you staring, Y/N."

Bucky’s rough voice brought you out of your ridiculous phase. You sighed and made your way to the fridge.

"What are you doing up?" You asked, grabbing a carton of vanilla ice cream along with a spoon and making your way to the island. You stood opposite of him, watching and waiting for a reply as he crunched on the chips.

"Isn’t this the time you always get up?"

His question stunned you. Holding his intense stare, you placed your spoon on the counter next to the ice cream. Suddenly, your stomach was in a knot. Maybe a part of you didn’t want anyone to know what was going on.

"I just wanted a snack," You gave your go-to spiel but the ex-assassin wasn’t buying one bit of it.

"Every night?" Bucky scoffed. "Probably should eat a bigger dinner, then."

You rolled your eyes as he gave you his know-it-all smirk. You loved Bucky really —totally loved his company and all that — he had been such a great friend to you and so inviting but no matter what, without a fail, he could always pick up on anything that was off. Steve, of course, could see right through you but he always gave you the benefit of the doubt. He was gentler with you, never wanting to pry or upset you, and you were so thankful for that. But Bucky didn’t give a shit — if something was wrong he was gonna find out one way or another.

"Why are you up?" You repeated your initial question, getting a bit fed up with this now. He stalled your question and reached for more chips. You sighed in annoyance and opened the ice cream carton, digging into the creamy deliciousness.

"Something’s up with you," Bucky finally answered. His voice was a bit softer and way less cocky. Hearing someone express they saw you weren’t okay nearly had you in tears. You shoveled more ice cream in your mouth, staring down at the granite counter.

You shook your head. "Just wanted a snack."

"Jesus Christ, Y/N." Bucky groaned. "Come on, don’t make this hard." You placed your spoon in the carton, pushing it to the side. You fiddled with your nails as thoughts and feelings swarmed in your brain. It couldn’t hurt for someone to know, right?

"Nightmares," You spoke softly, voice cracking ever so slightly. "Just some bad nightmares."

"The kidnapping," He whispered. You saw his fists clinch at the mention of it. Your kidnapping had shocked everyone. They all had their own way of handling it but usually it was just a lot of confusion. You weren’t some hero. You didn’t have magical power or a fancy training. You were just a nurse who bandaged up the heroes when they came back. Even with dating Steve, no one expected you to be a casualty.

"It’s really messing with my brain," The words were rough to get out but once they were out there, you felt a new freedom. A weight you never realized was so heavy was being lifted so carelessly with words.

Bucky just nodded and waited for you to continue.

From then on, your nightly routine was no longer a lonesome thing. Bucky began joining you every night with snacks and a therapy session. It felt easy to talk with him about it especially since he understood. He didn’t have to pretend to know how you felt — he had felt it all, too. He got what being captive was like, how the mental manipulation went, how strong the effects of it all could be… You for once didn’t feel crazy. But most importantly — someone knew. Like really knew. And you were immensely grateful.

It seemed to be helping as well. You knew when the thoughts got rough, you could just spew it all out. You could talk about what exactly had happened to you without fear of being looked at differently. The whole thing was like breathing fresh air. You could even sometimes fall back asleep on the couch which now put your sleeping time up to four glorious hours.

The nightly chats really put your daytime spirits back up. So much so, Steve was getting a little suspicious. While he was so relieved you seemed to be doing better, the steps you took to get there were still a mystery to him and you could tell he was curious. When you’d join him in your shared room at the end of the day, he’d ask more questions about what you had done through the day. It was almost like he wanted a play-by-play and you did your best to comply.

It wasn’t until a week or so later that he started catching on to you leaving in the middle of the night. Without knowing it, he had used all his might to stay up one night to see if something was going on. You didn’t appear to be doing anything but work during the day so something must’ve been happening in the night — and that’s when his mind wandered. The thoughts of what could be helping you started to get a little unpleasant.

It was a random Tuesday night and you were on the couch with Bucky eating some pretzels. He was sitting up right while you were laying on the couch, legs thrown over his lap. You were going on about how your nightmares had gotten weaker when unexpected foot steps halted your words.

"What’s this?" The unmistakably strong voice of your boyfriend boomed through the living room. You scrambled to sit up, throwing pretzels all over the coffee table. Both stunned and unsure, you and Bucky stared at Steve. His demeanor was hard, his face unamused, and his eye said he was ready for a fight.

"Steve, babe, what-," You fumbled for your words, trying your best to reason. He hadn’t caught you two doing anything but his energy was so startling it made you unexplainably scared.

"What? What am I doing up? What are you doing up?" He marched towards the couch. Hesitantly, you stood up to face him. Bucky stayed seated, looking at you both with a slight expression of annoyance. He knew how possessive his best friend could get but this felt excessive.

"Just wanted a snack-,"

"Don’t bullshit me," Steve growled, taking an intimidating step towards you. You jumped at the harshness. Sure, you guys had had disagreements before but this was entirely new.

"I… I’m not… Steve-,"

Steve took a deep breath.

"Y/N," His voice got deeper. It was slightly too calm compared to his attitude just seconds before. "Tell me why you’re up at night sneaking around with my best friend."

"Sneaking around?!" You gasped. "Steve, that is not-,"

"OH, IT’S NOT?" Steve’s voice boomed throughout the common area. Even a watching Bucky jumped at the noise.

You quickly backed away from him, completely scared beyond belief. His eyes were harsh, his entire demeanor fuming with anger. You had never seen anything like this from him and it started to bring up the memories you worked so hard to heal from.

"Steve, man, take it down a notch…" Bucky finally stood from the couch and placed his hands on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve flinched back, nearly ready to throw one at Bucky, but something in him clicked. He lowered his hand and took a few deep breaths. Coming to his senses, he looked at you and saw the absolute horror on your face. He had never seen you look at him like that and it broke him into a million pieces.

"I… just… what the hell is going on?" Steve meant for it to come out nicer, but the harshness was yet to leave him and his tone. You started rubbing your hands together, a nervous tick you’ve had forever. Bucky tried to get you to stop when he noticed your movements, but Steve’s cold glare wouldn’t let him anywhere near you.

"I can’t sleep anymore," you said, breaking the silence with a much more powerful voice than you intended. You didn’t know you had the strength. "Ever since… I can’t sleep. I keep having these nightmares and Bucky’s been helping."

Steve scoffed, "Helping?"

Bucky rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. Now you were getting weary of both super soldiers.

"We sit up talking," Bucky explained. "It helps her… well both of us, really, to talk, watch TV… anything."

"And you didn’t tell me this because…?" Steve asked, pointing his attention back on you. When his eyes met yours, a shiver went down your spine as his cold gaze. You sighed, realizing the gig was up.

"God, Steve, I didn’t wanna worry you!" You exclaimed. "The last thing you need is a girlfriend with PTSD. You go through enough shit and I just didn’t wanna pile it on."

The admission sat in the air heavily around you three. Bucky looked relieve you finally said something but Steve’s eyes just held so much confusion. Personally, you felt so much weight coming off you. You thought you’d never have to tell him, assumed everything would sort itself out, but no, you finally spoke up.

"Honey," Steve sighed with sudden tears forming in his eyes. "You didn’t… You shouldn’t have done that, you know you can tell me anything, right?"

You nodded, "Steve it was just so scary. I didn’t know what to do. Bucky was just there and he got it and would just sit up with me and-,"

"Alright, hon," Steve cut you off and made his way closer. Thankfully, you didn’t flinch away. "I understand and I’m glad you had someone, but I would’ve helped. I can help you, sweetheart."

"I’m sorry," You whispered as he pulled you into a hug. You threw your arms around his torso and buried your face in his chest, letting the pent up tears flow. Steve rest his chin on your head, stroking your hair softly.

"I didn’t know you were hurting this much," he admitted.

"It’s been so fucking scary,"

Steve could almost feel his heart breaking at the sound of your voice alone. Your words just piled on so much.

"I should let you two…" Bucky began, essentially forgotten standing next to you two. You pulled away from Steve to look at him.

"Thank you, Buck," you said.

Steve nodded in agreement. "I’m sorry for the overreacting I just… I thought the worst, but really you probably saved my girl."

Bucky gave a small smile and patted Steve on the back. "I didn’t do anything. It’s her strength you gotta thank."

With that, he made his way to the elevator and back to his room, leaving you two still standing in an embrace in the common area. You stared up at Steve, watching his expression towards you change. What was once so scary and harsh was back to the softest man you’d ever met.

"We’ll make some calls in the morning but for now, would you come back to bed?" Steve asked. "I can’t imagine anymore nights without you."

You nodded, giving him a peck on the lips. He led you back to the shared bedroom and for once, you went to bed with a sense of hope.

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[aressss1]

Gold and Emeralds Chapter 1

(Technoblade x Reader)

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The snow crunched under his feet. A blue hue shaded the world, as the sun was just starting to peak over the mountains. The winter wonderland around him silent as can be. Techno, as he bobbed and weaved through the thick spruce trees, was tracking down an elk. The tracks in the fresh snow being a great path for him to follow.

 He liked the hunt, even though he never wanted you to see his process of hunting. He was afraid of scaring you. He put his hybrid senses to use. He knew what he looked like during this process... His golden eyes would flood with an inky blackness, his irises turning silver, his body adapting to become the predator in a chase with its prey, and his vision and hearing heightened.

This was a day that he had been eager for, Valentines day. He had never celebrated the holiday, nor did he ever think he would, but this was the first year you and him would celebrate it together. All he wanted was your happiness. So, he asked Phil to take you on a trip for supplies, one that would take the both of you hours to do. Techno had everything in place, the only thing that he was lacking was the meat for the dinner he wanted to prepare for you. It was a recipe that Phil had given him, one that he himself had tried, and loved.

 He held his bow and arrow in his hands ready to fire. The tracks of the hunted animal coming to end. When the giant elk came into view, Techno notches his arrow and lets it fly.

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 You were tired, the backpack on your back weighed you down, making it harder for you to trudge through the snow. You had spent the whole day out with Phil, running errands, going mining, you wondered what Techno was up to the whole day. You looked at the lit-up house in the middle of the tundra. It seemed so peaceful in the setting sun.

 “I have some business in the village, I’ll be back a little bit later Y/N.” Phil gave you a half wave before he branched off toward the direction of the nearby village.

 “Don’t take too long Phil,” You called after him, a smile gracing your lips. Today had been fun, but you so dearly wanted to be with Techno. It was Valentines day today and while you figured he didn’t want to celebrate the holiday, just because he didn’t seem like the type to celebrate it, you wanted to have some alone time with him.

 Your feet landed on the wood of the first step on the porch. You kicked at the second step to knock the snow from your boots. Using the rail to gain balance you walk to your front door; you could smell something wonderful, cooking from the inside of the house. Letting a small smile show, your hand turned the knob of the front door, and you pull it open.

 There stood your pink haired man, a look of adoration crossing his features as soon as he saw you. In one fell swoop he wraps you up in his arms, pressing kisses to your forehead.

 “Happy Valentine’s day sweetheart.” His voice comes to you in a whisper, and your heart almost bursts right then and there. You wrap your arms around him, your hands grasping on to the back of his shirt. The hug last for a good few seconds and he sways with you in the hug. You pull away to look up at him.

 “I didn’t think Valentine’s day would be your thing.” You tease, and blush creeps up on his cheeks.

 “It wasn’t,” He admits, “But I didn’t have you before this year.” He presses his lips to your forehead. You let out a content hum, before you wrap your arms around his neck standing on your tip toes to press your lips to his. His hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, you swear you could stay like this forever. When he pulls away, he cocks his head to you. “You want to see the other stuff I have planned for you, darlin’?”  You nodded and he took your hand he led you over to the fireplace. He had set up an area covered in blankets for the both of you to lie down next to the fireplace. He helps you get comfortable taking the backpack off you and throwing it haphazardly across the room.

 As he sat with you, he brought a long wrapped up box with him, he laid it on his lap, his eyes studying your features.

  “Before I have you open this, I have something to say…” He hesitated; a look of fear could briefly be seen in his eyes. “I will protect you with my every being. I know it’s not easy, being with me…” His words were starting to get shaky, but he composed himself almost immediately. Clearing his throat, he continues. “I would lay my life down for yours, in a heartbeat.” When you look down, he gently grabs your chin so you can look him in the eyes. “I… I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If you would have me?” You can see that look of fear in his eyes again. But it quickly vanishes as soon as you lean forward and kiss him.

 His hands bring you close to him, relishing your kisses, and after a few minutes he pulls away.

 “Darlin’,” He fiddles with the box still in his lap. “I know, being with me has its risks, and I can’t always be there to protect you.” He hands you the box, and you tear off the brown wrapping paper. When you remove the lid, you gasp. In the box was a sheathed sword, not just any sword… A netherite sword, with maxed out enchantments… Wrapped around the hilt was a golden chain with a ring attached to it. The ring itself was golden, but the gem that adorned it was an emerald. An emerald to match his and Phil’s emeralds. The thought made your heart soar. You just about tackled him in a hug.

 “I love you so much Techno.” You whispered feeling his chin rest on the top of your head. You didn’t know how long you sat there like that, him just rocking you back and forth in that position. Everything was right in the world. A loud groan from your stomach could be heard and he gave a little chuckle.

 “Come on let’s get you fed,” He pulls you up to your feet. Quickly taking the golden chain from the handle of the sword and he clasped the necklace around your neck. You found yourself fiddling with the ring on the chain when you had nothing else to do.

 The rest of the night was filled with, one of the best meals you’d ever had in your life, stories about his past, and a whole lot of passion.

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[ichorai]

the golden daggers ; j.yh

pairing ; enemy!yunho x princet!reader

summary ; in which your kingdom is destroyed, and you come across a soldier from the enemy realm in the forest.

words ; 1.7k

warnings / includes ; mentions of death and weapons but nothing graphic, yunho being a lil shit but also being a softie </3

a/n ; here's my second drabble for @ficscafe's royalty drabble event !! fyi for those who don't know, princet is a gender-neutral term for prince / princess ! i might be turning this into a full-fledged fic, who knows 👀 special thanks to @minghaofilm and @subways-stuff and @gyukult for reading through and tolerating my onslaught of frustrated rambles <33

The brisk morning air whistled past you, brushing against your skin in a wintry kiss. With muted footsteps, you stepped over the forest foliage, gentle and cautious. You lifted your sleek wooden longbow, keeping the feather-tipped arrow nocked. Just in case.

In times like this, you couldn’t be more careful. There could be traps anywhere.

Your kingdom had only just collapsed yesterday. To be quite frank, you had no idea what you were going to do. Where was a royal princet to go once everything you knew burned to the ground?

The memory of smoke and flames still played vividly in your mind, a staggering mirage of harsh ambers and furious carmines and sooty blacks. The smell of death had filled your nostrils, slowly seeping into you, wrapping its grimy dark fingers around your heart as you sobbed over what you lost.

Death had poisoned you, and you just barely managed to pull away before it could see you choke.

That was last night. Today was going to be different. You had nothing left to lose now.

“Your Highness,” a voice rumbled from behind a nearby tree. With your heart thudding angrily against your ribcage, you swiveled around on your heels, watching the man stride out of the shadows with open arms. “Though, just how high could a princet be without their kingdom, hm?”

This man, evidently, was a soldier of your kingdom’s worst rivals. You could tell by the glimmering silver medallion he bore on his jacket, their intricate insignia etched precariously into the metal. Wars were fought for centuries, and thousands of battles found your nation victorious and proudly arrogant. Until… well, until last night.

You wouldn’t be surprised if you were the last survivor of your kingdom.

Without giving it a second thought, your pinched fingers let go of the arrow’s feather-tip end. It sailed through the short distance between the two of you with a resounding hiss, slicing through the air like a hot knife through butter.

A tumultuous concoction of apprehension and awe roiled about you as you watched the man pull two gold-encrusted daggers out of their scabbards, side-stepping at lightning speed and cutting down your arrow as if it were paper.

You paused for just a millisecond, before reaching behind for your quiver, grappling for another arrow. What a fool you were, thinking you could beat him in a game of speed. In just a blink of an eye, he stood in front of you, the cool metal of his dagger rested gently against your jugular. One wrong move, and you would be dead in a matter of minutes.

“I’m Yunho,” he murmured with a sinister grin, blowing a strand of dark hair away from his narrowed eyes. He practically towered over you, glancing down with a mischievous glint in his gaze.

You didn’t bother to grace him with a response, muscles frozen in place.

“Are you afraid of me, Your Highness?” He attempted once more, leaning down slightly to meet your angry stare. “I won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt me. Drop your bow.”

With a gentle huff, you slowly moved your hand away from the quiver, coming to slowly wrap around the wrist that held the dagger against you. It pained you to see that your own fingers were trembling uncontrollably. Were you afraid? You couldn’t quite tell. Yunho watched you with a strange look of curiosity, his pupils flitting from your ashen face to your nimble fingers, wondering just what you were planning to do next.

And that was when you jerked your head away, keeping his wrist still with an iron-grip, taking advantage of his momentary surprise. You hooked your leg around his buckling knees, shoving him backwards. Yunho fell onto the damp leaves of the forest floor with a pained groan.

Though he was a giant of a man, you managed to kick the daggers across the damp forest foliage, toeing them farther and farther away from his reach and pinning his hands above him as you situated yourself just above his hips.

“My, my,” Yunho crooned breathlessly, chest rising and falling just centimeters away from yours. “Never thought I’d be in a position like this with a princet of the enemy kingdom. You smell better than I expected. Is that fougère I detect? A hint of honeyed-peach eau, perhaps? Forgive me, it’s hard to tell underneath the stench of burnt fabric, Your Highness.”

“Shut up!” Were the first words you managed to snarl out. “You… you took everything from me.”

“And we had nothing to begin with, princet,” he murmured coolly from beneath you, regarding you with a well-hidden anger broiling in his narrowed gaze. It took all you had in you not to pummel your fists against his perfectly sculpted features. “Are you going to kill me? If so, I ask you to do it quickly. You don’t quite strike me as the torturing type.”

There was a tense pause lingering between the two of you as you huffed out a small breath, hanging your head in shame. It almost physically pained you to let go of his wrists as you clambered off of his larger frame.

“Thank you,” he said.

You remained silent, a frivolous symphony of death wailing into your ears. If you let him go now, you’d be a goner. And despite that, you knew that you hadn’t the courage to end his life.

After all… he had every right to be angry.

You curled your hands up into tight fists, balling up the wet leaves of the forest floor. Yunho watched you with bated breath, arching his eyebrows. “You know I have to take you in, right? You’ll be a prisoner for the rest of your life.” His question was asked softly, tentative. You were no longer the villain he thought you were.

“I know.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

Swallowing around your clogged throat, you bobbed your head once more. “I know.”

The two of you pushed yourselves off the damp floor. After you grabbed your longbow, he snagged his daggers (kicked an impressive distance away), then the two of you proceeded to stride through the forest in unvocalized tandem. Several times, he pried his lips open to say something, but promptly snapped his jaw back shut, a bashful expression gracing his features. You weren’t entirely sure where he was taking you, but you doubted that it’d be anywhere good for you. You could already picture the musty cell they’d throw you in.

Following several tepid seconds, Yunho spoke up to ask with a slight air of curiosity, “you had a chance to be free. Why didn’t you take it?”

You winced slightly, fiddling with the notched wood of your longbow. “I have nothing left, Yunho. What’s the point in running?”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed uneasily. A gentle breeze ran through the trees, tousling the withered foliate hanging on the gnarled branches. Bits of dead canopy fluttered downwards. Out of the corner of his eyes, he spotted a browning leaf catch against the strands of your hair, a minute frown marring your lips. You reached upwards to pluck out the weather-beaten frond, flicking it away in the midst of your silent brooding.

“Stop,” he commanded after a moment’s hesitation, lifting an arm to your abdomen to halt you mid-step. “I can’t… I can’t do this. You have to go.”

Incredulity seeped into your voice. “What?”

In frustration, the giant of a man carded his hands through his ink-hued locks, screwing his eyes shut.

“Yunho—!”

“I’ll pretend like I never saw you. Please, just go. Get on a boat and sail far away from here.” He paused to unsheath one of his gold-encrusted daggers, glinting almost maliciously against the filtered sunlight. You had to hold in a gasp when he held the hilt out to you, gesturing for you to take it. “I hope to never see you again, princet.”

With nimble hands, you slowly curled your fingers against the handle, the cut-jagged gems cold against your skin. You twirled the blade with surprising agility, and Yunho almost found himself grinning at your natural talent.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you letting me go?” You couldn’t help but be slightly suspicious.

Yunho refused to meet your gaze, shame sitting heavily on his shoulders. “I… I don’t want to hurt you. I wasn’t lying when I said that before. You lost everything, and it’s my Kingdom’s fault. My people are proud, and they don’t want to admit when they’re wrong. For that, Your Highness, I’m sincerely sorry. I just… I don’t want to be the reason you’re rotting away in prison.” One of his hands reached out to grasp yours, laying his warm palm over both the dagger and your knuckles. You almost flinched backwards, eyeing him warily. “If you head far enough east to where no soul knows of ridiculous trivialities like Kingdoms and royalty lines, you can… you can start over. No titles, no responsibilities, no ties. I’m giving you a chance to leave behind your bloody past. You’ll be safe. Or, as safe as one can be in these times.”

When he slipped his hands away from yours, you could almost feel all of his warmth pull away. Reality seemed to sink into your consciousness, and you also staggered backwards, sucking in deep breaths of cold forest air.

“Thank you, Yunho,” you whispered, clutching his dagger and your bow. “I won’t ever forget about this.”

He dipped his head just slightly, the smallest of smiles quirking his lips upward. “Have a safe journey, princet. I know I said I hoped I’d never see you again, but… I don’t think it’d be too awful, would it?”

“Far from awful, soldier.” You were pleasantly surprised to find genuine mirth coloring your words.

You were well aware of Yunho’s gaze piercing holes into the back of your neck. There was a queer concoction of relief and dread roiling about in your stomach. Nonetheless, you swiveled on your heel, thumbing the grooves and bumps of the sleek dagger he had given you, striding away from the enemy who let you go.

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Overaffectionate {Dazushi}

A/N: dazushi my beloved *head in hands*. I love these two, dazushi is probably one of my favorite pairings from bsd and im super glad i got to write for them again! Hope you enjoy!

Summary: After Dazai’s been rather affectionate almost 24/7, Atsushi decides he’s had enough. 

Word Count: 1.1k (under the cut)

Atsushi was annoyed. Seriously annoyed.

Dazai’s antics were enough at work, but now they were coming back to the company’s dorms as well. Every morning when Atsushi walked out of his apartment with Kyoka, refreshed and ready to start the day, Dazai came around, peppering Atsushi with kisses, embarrassing both him and Kyoka.

He figured that it would last only a few days after they started dating, as with any new relationship one might be rather attached. But after a week, two weeks, it was seriously getting on his nerves. 

He couldn’t get a break from the man, not ever since he started this mass attack of affection at every given moment. Kunikida had come to Atsushi multiple times asking for him to get Dazai to leave him alone so he could work, and every time Atsushi said he would talk to him about it, he only clung to his shirt, whining like a small child.

And Atsushi was sick of it.

Finally, Atsushi had had enough. When walking home, Dazai clung to Atsushi’s arm, flirting blindly at him as Kyoka grew increasingly uncomfortable. Atsushi noticed this and quickly ushered her off, asking her to grab something he “needed” from the office. She nodded and quickly scurried off, leaving Atsushi and Dazai alone as they continued to walk back to the dorms, finally coming up to Dazai’s.

“Welp, here’s my stop! I’ll see you tomorrow honey~”

Atsushi groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance and stopping the door before Dazai closed it, a look of irritation on Atsushi’s face as he glared at the older man.

“Oh? Wanna come in~?”

“No. Absolutely not. What I want is for you to stop… whatever you’re doing!”

Dazai raised an eyebrow in confusion as Atsushi sighed, making wild gestures with his hands as he spoke.

“You. You’re too much. The affection, the pet names… I don’t mind them when it’s just the two of us, in fact I like it, but when we’re in front of other people… it makes me uncomfortable, and it makes other people uncomfortable.”

Dazai looked puzzled as Atsushi spoke, and after finishing his spiel, Dazai only shrugged.

“I don’t see what’s so bad about it. I like you, I’m just expressing my interest.”

Atsushi flushed at how blunt Dazai was, he was even more blunt when he had asked him out so this kind of behavior wasn’t necessarily new to Atsushi, but it still shocked him on occasion. 

“You’ve expressed your interest enough, Dazai. I know you like me, you can take it down a notch.”

Dazai still looked confused and Atsushi groaned. Clearly this wasn’t getting through to him, or it was and Dazai was just being an asshole. Either way, Atsushi decided to prove his point. 

Atsushi changed his expression from annoyed to fond. Dazai furrowed his brow, and was surprised when Atsushi put his hands on Dazai’s shoulder, smiling softly.

“Maybe it’s my turn to express my interest?”

Dazai chuckled, hands on Atsushi’s hips as Atsushi shut the door behind them, Dazai leaning in.

Dazai was shocked when Atsushi suddenly fluttered his fingers along Dazai’s neck, the older man immediately bursting into giggles as Atsushi chuckled, Dazai swatting at his hands.

“Ahatsushi!”

“Yes, Dazai? Sorry, am I embarrassing you? I figured I should give you a taste of your own medicine since you’re always embarrassing me.”

Dazai shook his head, mirth continuing to bubble from his lips as Atsushi lowered his hands, now squeezing in an agonizingly slow manner on Dazai’s sides, making the brunette jump. He tried to wiggle away from Atsushi, managing to get away for a brief moment before Atsushi grabbed him again, tackling him to the ground.

“Oww! Atsushi, that huhuhurt! Nooo!” Dazai whined, banging his fists on the ground as Atsushi straddled his back, kneading the back of his hips with his thumbs as Dazai snorted. Atsushi chuckled.

“What? Can’t take a little tickling?”

Dazai nodded his head and Atsushi laughed, digging his hands in a bit harder as he pinched at Dazai’s waist, Dazai flopping around and kicking his legs behind Atsushi, wailing.

“I’m sorrehehehehe! I didn’t mehehean it!”

Atsushi faked a gasp, leaning down close to Dazai’s ear.

“You didn’t mean it? Does that mean you don’t like me, Dazai?” He said, faking his voice to sound hurt. Dazai immediately shook his head.

“Nohohoho! I do like yohohohou! AHAHAtsushi, noo!”

Atsushi tutted as he dug into Dazai’s ribs, a spot he seemed to react severely to. He squirmed around harder, almost bucking Atsushi off as he held onto Dazai’s ribs, poking and prodding between each one, driving Dazai up the walls with ticklish hysteria.

Atsushi hummed, continuing to drive Dazai mad with laughter as he kicked and squirmed, his ribs completely under attack from Atsushi. Atsushi began to focus on his upper ribs, which seemed to elicit greater reactions compared to his lower ribs. Dazai whined as he continued to laugh madly.

“STAhahahap! I cahahan’t! It’s so bahahahad!” Dazai cried out, squealing when Atsushi dug under his arms, peals of more, frantic laughter pouring from his lips as Atsushi tutted.

“Oh come on, it doesn’t tickle that bad,” Atsushi teased, Dazai slamming his arms against his sides when Atsushi went back to his ribs, teasing the upper rib just enough to make Dazai snort again. 

“IT DOhohohoes!”

Atsushi hummed, going back to pinching Dazai’s waist so his laughter wouldn’t escalate to silent hysterics as the man was given a chance to breathe, panting with a mix of funny giggles sprinkled in.

“Are you gonna keep embarrassing me in front of other people?”

“Nohoho,” Dazai chuckled softly, his legs kicking weakly.

“Promise?”

“Crohohoss my heart~” Dazai half-sang, half-giggled. Atsushi was satisfied with his answer, finally getting off of him and helping him up, Dazai whistling before stretching his back, looking at Atsushi with an amused look.

“You really don’t like it?” Dazai asked, sounding a bit heartbroken as Atsushi floundered for words.

“O-Only in front of other people. When it’s just us, I don’t mind,” Atsushi said softly, fiddling with his thumbs as he grinned sheepishly. Dazai grinned.

“Well, we’re alone now aren’t we, dear?”

Atsushi took a moment to look around, even though he knew very well they were alone. He nodded, and Dazai chuckled, pulling Atsushi into a hug.

“Then surely you wouldn’t mind a bit of affection now, hmm?”

Atsushi felt his face flush, and he quickly covered it with his hands, whining softly as he nodded his head again. Dazai chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of Atsushi’s hand and ruffling his hair.

“Whatever you wish, dear.”

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