#play-fighting

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Flashback to the time we were play-fighting and I ended up on the floor with my back against the sofa, hands pinned against it next to my head. Them kicking my legs apart and towering over me to push their knee against my pussy. Pushing against it hard and whispering in my ear "Oh, is this turning you on?".

[a5tr0n0m1cal]

Since you mentioned it.... What are the other boys like play fighting with their s/o? Play fighting is 100% my love language and that last headcannon with red is just fueling the fire.

Well, aside from Red I can only see a few of them enjoying play-fights.

Red's the one that likes to pick people up and pretend to slam them down but in reality he's just dumping them onto something soft like a bed or couch or something. You basically get gently tossed around lol.

Blue just likes to chase people 😂 Once you start something with Blue you just have to take off before he can catch you and scoop you up. He's pretty quick so not many can get away from him.

Cash likes to do that fake slapping thing with goofy sound effects. He just kinda blocks any swats you send his way and lightly bops you.

G will just keep dodging until you get really annoyed with him lol. Once he's decided he's annoyed you enough he'll let you get him back.

Bull will make you think you've got him, but when you're close he just traps you in his arms so you can't get away. He'll either kiss you or tickle you before letting go. It depends on his mood 😂

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Uneven Match by veggie-chick221

[moult]

'On guard! ... No, don't drop it, Benno, you need that.' facts to note about benno: a) he's not a child, he's (like his compatriots) just small; b) he's not traumatised by past experiences with swords, he's just cowardly benno is from a superrich supercorrupt imperialmercantile state, and a kind counsellor got him sent to distant paucinia as an ambassador because he was clearly too good and pure to last long at home (where overt violence is seen as rather gauche and people tend to die elegantly of food poisoning, falling out of windows etc) paucinians by contrast are totally sedentary and peaceable. brigid was a feared mercenary as a younger woman; she settled in paucinia in later life, and has adjusted to their use of weapons only for sport and ceremony, but still sometimes takes the game a bit too seriously

[quietrainfan]

Deceit creates entire landscapes for him and the other Darks to play in. Sometimes they go out to huge fields to roughhouse a bit. You know, ridiculously powerful dark magic, swords, scythes, any weapon they can get their hands on, the usual stuff. Just some casual family play-fighting. They mostly do those at night because you know, aesthetic, have to keep it. Other times it may be elaborate games of hide and seek, tag, etc, with insane battle strategies and extra precautions, different teams at times as well. But there are always also just going out into the huge grass fields and dancing with the fireflies or cuddling and looking at a full moon while eating snacks. Deceit’s gone off by himself for some alone time every now and again(however long he’s gone varies). But he’s always happy to return home.

[michael-langdon-appreciation]

I need a one shot where Michael and his female best friend go a bit too far with their wrestling and playing around and do it catching some serious feelings.

If Michael could have his way he would have had Y/N make that face at him every single day. The one he would never ever pull himself, where her face scrunched up and she stuck her tongue out at him. It mostly happened when she’d run out of retorts and could no longer match him, when he had outwitted her. It was adorable and Michael was certain he was one of the only people who could ever procure it. Or he could wind her up, that was another way to try and get Y/N to make that face, maybe stick her tongue out at him or even end up in one compromising position or another.

Okay so maybe he’d been trying that for a while. Play-fighting with her, teasing her by making her reach across him to grab the remote, smearing a dollop of ice-cream on Y/N’s cheek. Tonight’s tactic was tickling, having discovered Y/N’s weakness when his fingers dug into the spot just between her ribs. Y/N shrieked, her hands shoving as his chest to get away from him, but Michael wasn’t having any of that. He wrapped his arm around her, taking advantage of the curved sofa to push Y/N down and lightly restrain her. Her legs flailed as Michael ran his fingers up her sides, her eyes leaking tears of laughter. 

‘Michael please!’

‘Michael please’. He mimicked, ‘You don’t deserve any mercy you watched Breaking Bad without me.’ 

‘My Mom wanted to watch.’ She protested, ‘You have my sincerest apologies.’

‘Not enough my love.’ Michael said, adamant not to let her escape his clutches. Her legs finally gave up and he seized his opportunity, Michael swung a leg over Y/N and straddled her. Y/N’s hands grabbed his shoulders as Michael peered down at her, taking in how her breasts swelled as she tried to catch her breath. How her little vest rose up to reveal her stomach, Michael’s eyes roaming over her curves before he could help himself. ‘Fucking beautiful.’

‘Huh?’ 

Shit. 

His fingers went for her again, but Y/N was ready, catching his hands in her own. She peers up at him, ‘Michael, what did you just say?’ Her hands slide down from his shoulders, down his chest.

Michael’s breath came out in a stutter. ‘I said you’re beautiful.’ He can’t deny the obvious truth, ‘You never fail brighten my days.’

Y/N smiled, something shining in her eyes that Michael’s never seen before. What was it? Was it for him, and only him? It was new and he liked it. Michael wanted more of it. She reached up, bringing his head down to meet her lips. Y/N didn’t kiss him then, though it was enough to have already blown Michael’s mind. He could taste her breath against his lips as Y/N’s brushed them together, ‘You can tell me,’ She murmured. ‘You can tell me how you feel Michael, and then we can stop the flirting and the wrestling and just be.’

He kissed her, hard. How could he not? It was an open invitation and Y/N kissed him back just as hard, her tongue darting into his mouth. He’d never kissed anyone before, Michael moved on pure instinct and neediness. He broke away only because his lungs were gasping for air. Y/N’s fingers ran through his curls as she licks her lips. ‘You like me, Michael?’ She asked.

‘Yes.’

‘For how long?’

Should he be honest?

‘Ever since I saw you from the window.’ He admitted, ‘But I fell in love with you when you smiled at me.’ 

Tagging some of my soft!Michael babes: @alexcornerblog @confettucini @petersfern-fics @langdonsoceaneyes @sojournmichael @lovelykhaleesiii @lovely-langdon @wickedlangdon @the–queen-of-hell @katiekitty261 

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