NHL Bitty, Part II - Bitty v. Jack: Chirping

They live apart three-quarters of the year, their physical sex life is basically nonexistent, so Jack and Bitty have a lot of pent up energy and bring all of their problems to the ice because where else are they going to hash things out? It’s a good thing they don’t play each other often, because every Falconers v. Schooners game is a nightmare of awkward chirps, agressive hugging and sexual innuendo. It’s like the worst form of couples therapy imaginable. ESPN stops putting mics on them because they can’t edit enough out to make it appropriate.


Bitty skates by, obviously furious at the call, but instead of turning on the linesman he hones in on Jack, snarling, “Seriously, a Ferrari? Trying to score some 80s side-action? I thought your whole thing was proving you aren’t your father.”

Bitty gets right up against him, pressing in tight but not moving to drop his gloves or grab at Jack’s jersey. They both know exactly what this is, and Jack pushes down the reflexive spike of want, grinning around his mouth guard.

“That’s rich coming from you – could you have purchased larger truck? Compensating for something, Itty Bitty?”

Bitty spits out his mouth guard. “After we kick your fucking ass, I’m going to take you home and remind you how ‘itty bitty’ I am.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time–”

“Enough. Save foreplay for bedroom.” Tater groans, yanking Jack away from his husband. 

Jack yells, “Are we still fighting?”

“Yes!” Bitty shouts, skating backwards to his own bench. “I hate your new publicist and fuck you for approving that photo where it looks like I have two chins.”

“Fight or fuck. You do neither and ruin both.” Tater mutters over the roar of the crowd. “How you married I do not understand.”

“We only play each other a few times a year. If we get all the tough shit out when we play, we can leave it on the ice.”

From across the ice, Bitty mouths ‘love you’ and Jack blows a kiss in return. Tater gags loudly. 

“That is not what ‘leave it on the ice’ supposed to mean, Zimmboni.”

It’s Your Daddy’s Birthday, Sweetie

Summary: It’s Sam’s birthday and your daughter and her uncle have a surprise for him
Words: 1k
Sam x Reader, Dean, Katie (OC)
Warnings: fluffs

Daddy!Sam ‘Verse - Masterpost

Kisses pressed to the knob of your spine and across your shoulder roused you from your peaceful sleep.

You hummed contentedly, letting your eyes flutter open to take in the dim light of your bedroom in the morning, the small windows at the top of your walls doing their best to let natural light flood the room.

“Happy Birthday, babe,” you murmured as Sam rolled you onto your back, kissing your exposed collarbone. “You’re old, now.”

He laughed softly, pulling back and smiling down at you.

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Burned: Arrow 5x15 Review (Fighting Fire with Fire)

So sorry my friends! I have slept. I am medicated. Thus I can write.

Oh Episode 15. You have become the season nemesis. The pebble in our proverbial audience shoe. The yucky chocolate filling in the otherwise yummy chocolate box.

Arrow has begun a tradition over the past three seasons. The 15th episode is filled with a whole lot of suck. I’m excluding 1x15 and 2x15 because I happened to really enjoy those episodes, but 5x15 can go sit in the corner with 3x15 and 4x15. Now, is it Felicity banging Palmer level? 

Or Felicity breaking up with Oliver level? 

Eh. Depends on your perspective. Those were very low lows. Maybe I’ll just leave 5x15 on par with those episodes.

The good news is, 3x15 and 4x15 were a bottoming out of sorts. We said to ourselves, “Arrow can’t get much crappier that this!” and, for the most part, we were right. There was an upswing as Arrow headed into the back half of the season.

Why is it like this? I don’t know. Arrow hits this wall around the 11-15 range almost every single season. There’s a lull and we run into a series of episodes we could seriously do without. 

I don’t think Arrow intends to write a crappy episode. I think they try very hard to make excellent TV every week. The problem is the 23 episode season, and maybe this is why I’m a big “smeh.” I fully expect a third crap, a third good, and a third excellent every season. Typically, that’s what I get. So, I toss this episode into my one third crap pile, grab another bag of chips and write the review.

Cause we gots to talk about why "Fighting Fire with Fire” was a whole lotta suck. We shall address the suck with a copious amounts of gifs, because I’m in. I’m not changing the channel. I’m too invested. You jump I jump Arrow

So, when eps like these come along, I just have to laugh, vent, and have some fun with it. But never fear! I do see rainbows on the horizon. There’s yummy chocolate in this box somewhere. 

Let’s dig in…

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So You want a slave like me?

Men read about my beliefs and attitudes and ask me where They can get a female or slave like me.  Guess, what?  You can’t.

i am not a ready-made commodity You can pick off a shelf at Kmart or Wallmart.  i am someone who evolved over time.  To get a slave like me, You need to find someone like who i was 10 years ago and be willing to put in the time and energy to help her evolve into someone like me, or someone not like me, as suits You.

i did not start out here, i ended up here.  And the well kept secret is, 9 out of 10 submissives, deep down want to end up here as well.  They want to be able to say ‘yes’ to everything You ask because they have come to know and trust You that deeply.  They want to lay on the floor at Your feet, with Your foot on their neck and just surrender to melting into the floor and being.  They want to be all of everything to You, in every way You could ever want and more.

But that is not how they will turn up to meet You.  Even i don’t turn up to meet someone that way.  They will hold it back, keep it hidden because they need to trust You first.

As for someone like me, i have fought personal battles.  i have been through hell and back and brought a truck load of crap with me.  i have scars You cannot see and more hidden mines than a rice field in Vietnam.  

For me to kneel at someone’s feet, i need to know You are stronger than i am, because i’ve carried that crap around a long time, i’m very strong myself.  i’ve worked through some, am working through some and am yet to discover what some of it might be.  i need to know You can handle whatever i can throw at You because i don’t know what i have to throw.  i need to be able to open my bag of crap for You to see inside and know You won’t look at me horrified and run away.  i need to know You can handle it.

A female is not vulnerable when she lies naked.  She is not vulnerable when she is lies tied and naked.  A female is vulnerable when she opens that bag of crap and lets You look inside.

Can You handle all that?  Can You look in my bag and not shudder?  Can You not only accept i have that bag, but take it from me and still find me acceptable?  

That is what all submissives secretly desire.  That is what will get You a devoted, loving submissive or slave.


~Got7 Mark drabble.

23. “Who’s hoodie is that?” 

“THERE’S NO FOOD AND I’M STARIVNG TO DEATH!” Jackson screamed from the kitchen. Jaebum sighed and turned to Mark and Jinyoung.

“Me and Youngjae (*cough*2JAE*cough*) went last time. Your turn,” he said before turning his attention back to his phone.

“But Y/N’s here,” Mark whined quietly. Jaebum gave him a look and he sighed then untangled your limbs before going to get a jacket. He looked in his closet but then realised that you were wearing his only clean hoodie.

“Um, babe? I need my hoodie back,” he said, giving you an apologetic smile. You pouted slightly before pulling it off and handing it to him.

“I’ll give it back to you later,” he said as he slipped in on. Mark walked over to Jinyoung who was waiting by the door. He said goodbye as they left. You rubbed your arms, already missing the warmth of your boyfriend’s hoodie. Bambam, who was sitting near you, noticed you doing this and smirked. He had a pretty big crush on you and decided to use this to his advantage. He went and grabbed a hoodie from his room then walked back out and dropped it on your lap. You looked up at him in confusion.

“I know you’re cold Y/N, so I’m offering you my hoodie.”

When you raised an eyebrow, he groaned and rolled his eyes playfully.

“Oh come on Y/N! It’s only a hoodie!”

You kicked him playfully before thanking him and pulling the hoodie on (it’s on of the ones that you pull over your head. You know, the ones without the zip). 


Mark and Jinyoung stumbled through the door of the dorms about 2 and half hours later, armed with a crap ton of shopping bags filled with food. Jackson and Yugbam whopped and hollered when they saw the guys. You got up and hugged your boyfriend as soon as he put down all the bags he was carry. He gladly hugged you back with a small smile on his face. As you pulled away, the smile faded as he noticed that you were wearing one of the other members’ hoodie. His eyebrows knitted together.

“Who’s hoodie is that?” he asked.

“Bambam’s I was cold so he leant it to me,” you replied, oblivious to the situation. 

“Couldn’t you have just gotten a blanket or something?” Ok, now you were confused. Why was he pushing this?

“Mark, it’s just a hoodie.”

He just hummed in reply and pulled away from you. You scoffed and leaned against the door frame as the others left, all of them thinking they should give you two some space.

“Why the hell is this bothering you so much?” you questioned. Mark huffed in annoyance and ignored you. He started putting the groceries away as you just stared at him in shock. He’d never been like this before. Mark wasn’t and never had been the jealous type, so you wondered what about this set him off. It’s not like you’ve never borrowed another member’s hoodie before. Heck, you had at least 3 of Jackson’s.

“Mark?” you called him but he didn’t ever look at you. What the f***? You hated when he shut down like this.

“Mark.” This time, your tone held a warning. He looked up at you and shook his head.

“You know Bambam has a huge crush on you, so you wearing the little sh8t’s hoodie is just gonna boost his ego even more!”

“Wait Bambam has a crush on me?!? Since when?” you asked. You honestly had no idea he liked you that way.

“Since before we even started dating,” Mark answered in a monotone voice. You sighed, knowing the only way to get him to calm down was to take the damn hoodie off. You pulled it off then dumped it on the nearest chair. 

“There it’s off and I’m cold again. Are you happy now?”

You started shivering and chattering your teeth together dramatically. Mark smiled softly and walked over to you and wrapped you in his arms. You gladly hugged him back, laughing at how silly he was,

“I’m sorry I got so jealous. I know it’s only a hoodie babe but I just hate the thought of you wearing someone else’s hoodie.”

You laughed and told him it was ok, telling him how cute he was when he was jealous.

~A/N~ Celebratory post number 2!

"New life. Same rule: Don't take what doesn't belong to you."

While you both are with the claimers, someone is caught lying and a rule is applied: you lie, you die. 

Request: Daryl x Reader are married and they’re with the claimers but the reader feels uncomfortable around them so a smut scene happens between the two but one of the claimer guys hears it. The next day one of the guys approach Daryl and says that he stole the rabbit, an argument happens but the guy gets caught lying and he dies.

Thanks to prince-of-edolas who sent the first request. Thank you! I tried to write this as similar to what you asked as I could. (Sorry for showing your name if you didn’t want it. Sorry! TT-TT) If any of you have a request you can send it. I will try my best to write good stories.

  • Daryl Dixon x Reader
  • Words: 2.179
  • Warning: SMUT (Although I’m not very good at writing it) and swear words. 
  • Sorry if the dialogues are not the same as in the serie. English is not my first language so I had trouble understanding all the words.

When the night fell on the forest, the walkers around became more dangerous, luckily you all found a warehouse next to the train tracks. It was safe to stay there for the night but nothing felt safe next to the claimers. They kept order between them but they were not trustworthy. The knot in your stomach was squeezing painfully ever since you and Daryl were with them. Never turn your back on the enemy, your father said once, but stay as far away from it as possible. And that’s what you wanted to do: get away from them until you no longer felt that twist in your belly, but staying calm and following their way was the best and safest thing for both of you.

They were dangerous, even sadistic, and their lack of awareness could have them killed you both at any minute if they felt threatened.

While they “claimed” the cars inside the store, you found a plastic chair with armrests on the right side of the place with a dirty old cushion on it. Daryl was following their game too although inside of him his frustration was growing more and more. He was impulsive most of the time, but he also knew how to act according to that situation.

He tossed his black plastic bag to the floor, ready to sleep in the cold cement. He leaned against the wall and looked around.

“We just have to keep playing their game a little more.” He said quietly. “We don’t want any more enemies for now.”

You knew what you both had to do it even if you didn’t like them at all.

“I know.”

You tossed the cushion aside, untied your jacket from your waist and left it on the chair, just in the moment that a hand took the armrest of it. You looked up and met Len’s smile. Among the people in his group, he seemed to be the worst.

“Claimed.” He said in a mocking voice.

“Leave it.” Daryl said and he straightened. “She saw it first. It’s hers.”

Len looked at you with a crooked smile.

“You did not claim it, doll face. So it’s mine.”

Within a second of him trying to take the chair, your body acted against your good judgment and you pulled the knife out of the sheath tied around your thigh.

The knife sank into his skin without cutting it. That rule of claiming something to them seemed silly and you were getting tired of it.

“Move your hand.”

Your heart was beating so fast you could feel it in your neck. Daryl held his own knife as well.

“Hey. Stop.” Joe stopped in the middle of the two of you and took Len’s arm so that he would take his hand away without cutting himself. “Leave her alone, Len. You know women are slow to learn rules.”

“You should learn from your husband, doll.” Len laughed staring at you. “He is starting to understand how things work with us…”

Joe and Len walked away but it was Daryl who had enough of them.

“Hey!” He moved around you with the knife in hand. “Don’t you dare talk to her like that!”

Len stood before him, both with their patience almost to the limit.

“Like what, friend?”

“I ain’t your damn friend.” Daryl got closer to him. “Talk to her like that again and I will cut your fuckin’ throat.”

“Boys, enough…” Joe stepped between them and pushed Len slightly before looking at Daryl. “Why don’t you and your wife take a walk before it gets dark? Get some air. I don’t want problems between us.”

On the other side of the railroad tracks, Daryl and you entered an abandoned house from the window. It was a three-room place, with only a table and chair in the kitchen, a sofa in the living room and a bed and a desk with some dusty books in the main room. You laid down on the bed as you checked the books, while a little peace returned to you. Being in that store with them was unbearable, but being in that little house and having found some books which you could occupy your mind with felt like breathing freedom. Besides, it was a while since you felt a bed.

“Hell, darlin’. You’re doin’ that on purpose. Don’t ya?” He said. You giggled and put the book aside, watching him walk in his place in front of you like a lion in a cage. He came up on the bed to be on top of you, holding his weight on his elbows. His lips touched your neck and he growled softly against you. His breath hit your bare neck and made you shiver. Your cheeks got flushed red with desire as he pushed your hair back with his right hand. “You’re such a temptation.”

He lifted your head a little and he kissed you. You unbuttoned his shirt, feeling a tingle in your stomach in anticipation. With all that crushing desires inside of you two, his other hand found the end of your black t-shirt and he ran it over your torso feeling the softness of your skin. His tongue played with yours. Your hands ran over his shoulders and you took off his vest and his shirt. His left hand moved around your back and unbuttoned your bra and he took your t-shirt off of you. You lay down again as his lips kissed your chest and everything around. You kicked your boots off as he unzipped your jeans pulling them down all the way. He went back at your lips, desperately this time as you unzipped his pants as well. The heat in between your legs was melting you, sending you into a completely state of lust.

“You’re ready, love?” He asked breathing between your parted lips.

Your chest was going up and down, and you nodded, feeling him going down in between your legs. The feeling was a cloud covering your thoughts, and everything around you two didn’t matter. You closed your hands around his low back as his right hand under your head pulled you up for him to kiss you deeply. Your legs tightened around his waist as his left hand held you against his body when he started to move. The painful pleasure was making you moan, making him thrust into you harder and harder every time you call his name. The tensed breathes from his mouth were addictive, and the way he was looking at you made everything more intense. So intense that you just wanted to sink your nails in his back. The feeling inside you was eating you alive. He bit your bottom lips, dragging his teeth over it. His hips hit yours without stop, and you sunk your tongue into his mouth when you felt close to the edge. He hit the center of your being, hugging you close to him when he was about to come too. You moaned on his shoulder just as he buried his face in your neck, growling wildly when you both finally came. He kept moving slowly as his body relaxed still inside of you, lifting his head to look at you. He brushed your hair back while he kissed you softly.

“Ya okay?”

You sighed.

“Yeah…” You pushed his hair away from his eyes. “But we should go before they come to look for us.”

What you both didn’t know was that one of them was already outside of the house.

On the morning next day, as Daryl lay back on the floor, using his bag as a pillow, you sat down beside him and noticed how he flipped the pages of a book of blue cover. He didn’t seem to enjoy reading like you did, although while the claimers were still walking around the place, you couldn’t concentrate completely on the words in the book either.

“What? No pictures? “Daryl complained, he closed the book and left it on his chest. “Boring.”

“A book is never boring…” You took the book out of his chest, but you stand right in your place when Len’s voice caught your attention.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. Christ!” Len growled dangerously approaching Daryl. He sat down as Len extended his hand toward him. “Give it here.”

Daryl remained calm.

“Step back.”

“My half was in the bag. Now it’s gone.” Len pointed around at his companions who looked with an almost bored expression as Daryl and you stood up. “Nobody ‘round here has interest not in half of a damn cut head, except you. Ain’t that right?”

Daryl moved from side to side in his place, like a threatened animal.

“You were the only one thinking ‘bout that crap.”

“Empty your bag.” Len tried to take the bag from the floor but Daryl took it to pull it away from him. 

“I said step back!”

You could feel the tension in your stomach, because that situation was more dangerous than having fought over a chair. Fighting for the rabbit was only a small part of the problem, because Len was annoyed that Daryl didn’t submit to the rules of the group. Joe, who was among them, took the bag from Daryl’s hand.

“Did you take his rabbit, Daryl?” Joe asked, and he opened his hands almost in a sign of peace. “Tell me the truth.”

“I take nothin’.”

Len’s gaze went through Daryl and stopped at you.

“Or did you take it, doll face?” His voice was mocking again. “Maybe you didn’t learn the lesson yet.”

Daryl’s jaw tightened as he spoke blocking you from his sight.

“Don’t talk to her. Don’t even look at her.”

Len approached Daryl and chuckled in his ear.

“You should be careful. A walker could catch you with your pants down.”

He talked high enough just for you two to hear it. Before Daryl actually cut Len’s throat this time, you held Daryl’s wrist and chuckled, although you were ashamed.

“You are just jealous, Len.” You said calm. “Because even in this world: any woman would look at you twice.”

He narrowed his eyes at you.

“What have we got here?” Joe held the bag upside down and shook it slightly. “Come on.”

A shirt and a few small things fell. Joe shook the bag again and the top of the gray rabbit fell to the floor. Daryl didn’t steal it but you swallowed the knot in your throat: that’s what Len needed to start a problem.

“Well, look at that.” Joe said and Len stared at Daryl.

“You put that there, didn’t you?” Daryl confronted Len. “When I was out to take a piss!”

“You lied.” Len said with his eyes on Daryl.

“Didn’t ya?” Daryl pushed him.

“You lied. You stole.” Len put a finger on his chest to push him as he look at Joe. “We’re gonna teach this fool a what, Joe? Ah?”

Joe faced Len.

“Daryl says he didn’t take your half of the rabbit. So we have a little dilemma here.” Joe looked at Daryl. “Or he’s lyin’ just like his wife, which is a punishable offense. Or…” Joe chuckled and turned to Len. “Or you didn’t plant it on him like some pussy, punk ass, cheap and coward cop, Did you? Because while that wouldn’t be specifically break a rule, it’d disappoint me.”

Len looked into Joe’s eyes.

“It would.” He nodded and walked over to Joe’s face to mark every word. “I didn’t.”

“Good.” Joe patted his arm and turned to Daryl. “Well…” He made a fist and turned half of his body back to hit Len’s face.

So hard that he fell to the ground.

As a reflection, Daryl moved in front of you as the other claimers gathered around Len.

“Teach him a lesson, gentls,” Joe said. “He’s a liar and I’m sick of it. Teach him all the way.” A kick struck Len’s stomach as Joe turned toward you two. “I saw him do it.”

Daryl looked at him.

“Why didn’t you try to stop him?”

“He wanted to play like that and I left him.” Joe pointed a finger at Daryl. “ You told the truth…. He lied. You understand the rules, he doesn’t.” As Joe bent down to take the half of the rabbit that once belonged to Len, the claimers were still kicking Len. Joe straightened and threw it at Daryl. “Looks like you get the head too.”

It was sickening to see how they didn’t stop for a second. You both listened to the clean sound of their kicks as they gave him more.

“Hey, come here.” Daryl came over to you and put his arms around your shoulders. You rested your cheek against his shoulder, while your hands closed on either side of his vest, where they tightened every time you heard a kick. “It’ll be over soon.”

You both handled that life pretty well, you two fought when you had to, and you shot when it was necessary. ​You two survived, and would do it again.