#have your consolation prize babe

[my-fall-from-grace]

you MUST be joking 😭

but anyways whatever we won the cup 💅 cmd can keep completing side quests like winning the conn smythe and matching gretsky’s assist record but you are NOT lifting the cup this year

[millyh23]

Consolation Prizes

Katie McCabe x Reader

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The day of the Arsenal fitness tournament had finally arrived, and you couldn’t help but feel the thrill of competition coursing through you. The team had hyped it up for weeks, and with Katie’s competitive streak, you both knew it was going to get intense.

Round one: Sprints.

Katie, known for her quick feet, gave you a smug grin as you lined up. She leaned over, murmuring, “Don’t expect to keep up, love. This one’s mine.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “We’ll see about that.”

The whistle blew, and you both shot off, legs pumping, the turf flying by underfoot. Katie edged you out by a split second, throwing her arms up as soon as she crossed the finish line, beaming.

“Told ya!” she shouted, casting a satisfied smirk your way.

You jogged over to her, smiling despite your loss. “Alright, alright. One down. Don’t get cocky, McCabe.”

Round two: Agility drills.

Katie started out confidently, weaving through the cones with speed, her footwork sharp and precise. But as you stepped up, you could see her smile falter as you powered through the drills, beating her time by a few seconds.

Katie’s brow furrowed as she watched, her hands on her hips. “Alright, show-off,” she muttered under her breath.

You raised an eyebrow, grinning as you passed by her. “Not so easy, is it?”

She glared, but the fire in her eyes only made you more competitive.

Round three: Endurance.

As the run began, you set a steady pace, glancing over to see Katie’s expression already tightening. The minutes ticked by, and you watched her frustration grow as you pulled ahead, her determined gaze fixed on your back. When you finally finished, you could see her jaw clenched, hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath.

“Feeling alright, babe?” you asked with a mischievous smile.

Katie scowled, wiping the sweat from her brow. “You’ve been practicing,” she grumbled. “There’s no way you’re actually this good.”

You chuckled, patting her on the back. “Maybe you’re just off your game today.”

She shrugged off your hand, her eyes narrowing. “Last round’s mine,” she said firmly.

The final round: Strength.

By now, Katie’s irritation was palpable. As you both lined up for the weighted sled push, you could feel the competitive tension buzzing around you. She gave it her all, muscles straining, face set with pure focus as she pushed the sled down the length of the field.

But when it was your turn, you beat her time by just a second.

Katie stared at you, her mouth open slightly, frustration brewing in her eyes. “That was… that was a fluke,” she mumbled, crossing her arms as if that would shield her from her mounting irritation. “You couldn’t do that again.”

“Oh, sore loser, are we?” you teased, grinning as she scowled.

“I am not a sore loser!” she protested, but the blush creeping up her cheeks betrayed her.

You moved closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into a hug despite her attempt to squirm away. “Alright, alright. How about I take you out for a pint to ease the pain of your… thorough defeat?”

Katie groaned, finally letting out a reluctant laugh. “Fine. But you’re not gonna let me live this down, are you?”

“Not a chance,” you said, leaning in to press a kiss to her cheek. “Just remember, I’m the reigning champ now, so if you want a rematch, you’ll have to work for it.”

She shot you a playful glare, finally relaxing in your embrace. “Next time, I’m leaving you in the dust.”

“Oh, I’ll be looking forward to it,” you replied, savoring the spark of challenge in her eyes that you knew would keep things interesting, in and out of competition.

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The End

[theblueflower05]

I promise I’m going to get the first chapter of These Violent Delights out soon- but until then please accept these little blurbs as consolation prizes lol I think about this man non stop and have to share my thoughts somewhere!

🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐

I came to the conclusion as I was writing and day dreaming this weekend that Bjorn is extremely switchy- but leans towards being submissive in bed.

Hear me out. Hes explorative, he likes to make his partner feel good but once he gets comfortable in their relationship that boy wants to be DOMMED. He wants you riding him with your dainty hand around his throat. He wants you sitting on his lap and leaving marks all over his neck and collar bones and claiming him for everyone to see.

And most of all, he wants to be the little spoon.

No matter how much he denies it when you bring it up in front of all of your friends after taking one too many shots of the sketchy moonshine Navarro “won” in a game of darts.

Lmfao

Because this almost six foot tall man, who’s so tough and mean to the outside world, is goo when it’s just the two of you. He’s laying his head on your chest and demanding you play with his hair.

“You got to be the little spoon last night!” You protest with a faux glare as the two of you climb into bed and he’d flipped over quick and grabbed your wrist, attempting to wind your arm around his waist.

“C’Mon babe, I had a long day” he’s such a whiner “don’t act like you don’t wanna hol’ me now. You’re breaking’ my heart”.

You huff but concede, like you always do. Wrapping around him like a vine, burying your face in his tshirt, between his shoulder blades.

When your hand slips down the planes of his stomach and into the front of his baggy flannel pajama bottoms he gasps. You’re at the perfect angle to take control, fingers taking their time as they delicately trace the veins of his shaft and then his tip that’s already weeping for you.

He hisses as you rub his own precum all over him. It’s hyper sensitive and your gentle touches almost hurt

“Stop teasin’ me” Bjorn groans, his hips moving in little circles, trying to gain friction.

Even though he knows he could easily over power you, flip you over and get whatever he wants from you, he doesn’t. He wants this. Wants to be at your mercy, wants you to make him feel good.

You kiss the back of his neck, just the barest hint of teeth coming to play “you love it”

If you guys have any prompts or blurb requests- lemme know!

[nanasknifeprty]

⋆ ★ Dating D.Va / Hana Song would include:

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

- at first, getting her attention would be veeery difficult. ambitious and determined as she is, she spends a lot of time training in order to perfect her abilities; and outside the battlefield, she pretty much spends most of her free time playing videogames.

- she won't want someone trying to get her to game less, as it's her passion and most dearest hobby - the only thing keeping her happy while trying to keep the troubled thoughts about the crisis and early war memories away. in fact, she most likely needs someone who shares her passion for gaming, and she loooves having your eyes on her while gaming and showing off her skills to you.

- however, she also absolutely needs someone who can keep her grounded whenever she's damaging herself while either being too focused on training, playing videogames or overworking herself with brand deals, placements or other things all within the public eye. as soon as it gets too overwhelming, you need to be the one comforting her and giving her a chance to breathe.

- she will get angry or pouty whenever you call her out for being too reckless or too focused on her fictional gaming world sometimes, but it absolutely is needed. at times forgets taking care of herself and she'll be in absolute denial over her sometimes self-destructive behavior, and even though she can't really express it most of the time: she is so goddamn thankful for having you in her life.

- she doesn't like having her skills belittled in any way and she's easily offended when talking negatively about something she's very good at. you'll need to shower her with love and attention at all possible times - she's that hungry for your attention. she also absolutely looves physical touch.

- also, she is in need of constant reassurance. regardless of what she's doing; even if the coffee she makes you is a bit too strong or the pancake she lovingly tries to fry is a little too burned - failure is not an option to her and she won't respond all too maturely to criticism.

- as much as she loves playing videogames with you, she also needs someone willing to listen to her endless yapping, either about her coworkers or the newest videogame she's been into recently - just smile and nod and you'll be fine, at least for the first few days.

- oh and she's a jealous one. so whenever a certain cowboy tries to get your attention at the overwatch base, she'll be cooking, like literally. you honestly started to wonder how anyone who ever tried to hit on you is still alive and breathing.

- regardless of all her slightly demanding and mildly negative moments, she never ever shys away from telling you how much she loves you - in any given way of telling you;

being a pro-gamer, she's certainly able to afford a lot of gifts, so you better expect a lot of them, and be prepared for many spontaneous vacations. she caught you talking about a particular artist whose music you like? she'll surprise you with tickets for their next show. hell, she'll most likely also get you a meet & greet or a personalized message if her connections allow it. you're looking at a cute bag while shopping but turn away from it as soon as you spot the price tag? no biggie, hana will have you covered. dining out at super fancy restaurants isn't a rare occasion either, even though both of you prefer doing a game and movie night with pizza and snacks as much as you can.

- PETNAMES. you better find a sweet and creative one for her, although she also often folds when getting called 'baby' or 'babe'. her favorite one has to be 'bunny' though. she'll respond with the same amount of energy and give you the cutest and most thoughtful nicknames, both in english and in korean.

- expect random tickle- or pillow fights, and she won't back down before achieving victory. but "don't be sad about your loss," she'll always say in order to cheer you up. "the consolation prize consists of endless cuddles!"

[injestedsoap]

Dirty, dirty, NSFW fic where you welcome home your favorite sergeant with tongues and fingers

for @femalefemur, please never stop sending me porn links, babe.

It had been a long deployment and Soap knew it was going to be a short break. Price had told him he'd have a month, Soap was skeptical it would be more than two weeks. But none of that mattered right now. Not his exhaustion, not his buzzing brain, not the new scars he came home with, not even the fact that his ears were still ringing from the battlefield. None of that mattered because you were tongue deep in him while your hand tugged on his weeping cock.

"Ah," Soap moaned, pressing his face into the mattress and his ass back against your tongue, "Ah, hen what you bloody do to me,"

You pull back with a loud slurping noise, giggling at Soap's moan as you spit in your hand and go back to working his cock. "What do I do to you, hm?" you tease, dancing your finger over his slit, "What does my pretty mouth do to your slutty hole?"

Soap whimpered and looked back over his shoulder, his eyes sleepy and hooded as he spread his thighs further, "You drive me out my damn dead is what you do."

You beam, kissing his softly furred ass sweetly before reeling back and spanking him hard, well, as hard as you could. Instead of a squeak like you were hoping for you get a long low groan which is a pretty good consolation prize. You get a hand full of his dark curls and tug and that gets a whine and a weak swat, "Careful back there," Soap complains, like his hole isn't fluttering from the sensations of light pain, "I'm not looking to get plucked my first night home."

You snicker but lean in and kiss his ass again anyway.

Home.

Probably too sappy a thing to be thinking about when you're eating out your military boyfriend. You spread his cheeks and spit a fat wad of saliva on his twitching hole, relishing the half moan, half giggle you get in response.

"Gross," Soap whispers into the sheets.

"Mmh," You hum, leaning in and kissing his wet pucker before going back to work, tonguing deep into him and wiggling your tongue. Soap whimpers and pants above you, his balls drawing up tight as you massage them. You work your hand down, tugging his cock a few idle times before reaching to gently squeeze his stomach. He was getting older, he wasn't as easily able to keep the softness off his midsection, 20 year old Soap's cut abs gently morphing into 27 year old Johnny's tummy. Oh he had abs, but he didn't feel the need to dehydrate and cut carbs any more. He was just as much a badass after his morning muffin and too sweet coffee.

"Love," He whined as you ran your fingers over his treasure trail, "Cock, please,"

You pulled back from his hole just enough to laugh breathlessly, "Needy now that you're back," you tease, the very tip of your nail tracing the vein of his cock.

He looked back, one big blue eye peeking over his massive bicep, exaggeratedly batting his lashes, "I am always needy when it comes to your whore mouth on my respectable hole,"

You let out a screech of a laugh and gave him another spank, relishing the 'ow' let out in the middle of his own laughs. "Alright," You say, spitting in your hand and dragging the dribbles of precum up his shaft as you push him down onto the mattress. "Alright," the hand that isn't working his shaft slides up his thigh, giving his ass a soft pat before sliding two fingers into his already loose ring of muscle, going right for the little bundle of nerves. "Alright," You repeat, your voice softer as Soap presses his moans and whimpers into the mattress, his cock leaking profusely. You lean in, pushing your tongue in along side your fingers. It's not easy or comfortable and it's not coordinated but it must be enough because before Soap lets out a broken little noise and cums all over the towel you'd laid down before you pounced.

The orgasm must have been load bearing because with that Soap collapses, barely avoiding the puddle and barely giving you time to adjust yourself so you didn't get yanked down tongue first. As it stands the two fingers in his ass are connected to the arm that is holding you up and the angle isn't comfortable for either of you.

"Hold on," You grunt, finding a spit to put down your other hand and gently extracting your fingers from him. Grinning when he let out a noise of contentment, nuzzling down into the pillows. He'll worry about getting you off tomorrow (and the next day and the next day and the next day...) but for now you let him lay, bundling up the towel and washing your hands and face before coming back with a warm washcloth to gently clean him up.

"Thank you," Soap sighs.

"For cleaning you up or the rim job?" you tease.

He answers by grabbing you by the ass and tugging you down until you're situated so he can get his soft cock between your soft thighs, already prepping for your wake up call. He looks at you through his lashes and you roll your eyes, kissing him anyway and sucking on his tongue the way he likes. You let your hand drift down to scratch lightly at his round bottom, feeling the coarse hair and taught muscle under your fingers as you suck on the warm wet muscle between your lips, tasting cinnamon toothpaste and need. You pull away for just long enough for you both to breathe, laughing tiredly as Soap whines and chases your lips, even if he is panting too, and then go back in, twisting your fingers into his mohawk and pressing him closer still. You both stay like that, wrapped up in each other, lungs full of each other's air, until you finally drift to sleep, please to be back together no matter how short that time may be.

[blackbird-brewster]

Good Vibrations - Part 2

Tara/Rebecca || Rated: Explicit || WC: 1886 Fill: Dirty Talk (for @cmkinkbingo2024) Additional Tags: Established relationship, phone sex, masturbation, sex toys

Tara's in Kansas, Rebecca's in DC. Thank god for technology.

[Read on AO3] || [Kink Bingo Masterlist]

Rebecca sighed, opening the next folder on top of the large stack on her desk. She was still at work, even though everyone else had long since left for the night. If she'd been in town, Tara would have come to her office by now to make sure Rebecca left at a reasonable time. Without her partner's presence, she'd completely lost track of time and it wasn't until her phone rang that she even noticed that it was nearly 20:00.

She smiled at the picture of Tara that lit up the screen as she answered the call. "Hey, babe. How's it going?"

"Hi love. I just got to my hotel room, are you ready to try it out?"

"Oh, shit," Rebecca replied. She'd completely forgotten she promised Tara they could try out their new app-controlled vibrator tonight. "I'm sorry, I would...um, but I'm currently...."

"BEE! It's nearly eight o'clock, are you still at the office?"

Rebecca knew she'd been caught, so she didn't even try to deny it. "Yeah, sorry. I was working on case notes and time just got away from me. I'll start packing up."

"You know I'm staying on the phone until you're getting in the car."

"Wouldn't expect anything else," Rebecca laughed as she put her phone on speaker to gather her belongings. "How was the drive?"

"Pretty boring, you know how Kansas is, endlessly flat with nothing but wind turbines to look at."

"Actually, Dorothy, I've never been to Kansas."

"Lucky," Tara jest. "Wish I could click my heels three times and be home with you."

They chatted until Rebecca got to the parking garage and even then, she had to promise to text when she got home. She felt bad for standing Tara up when she wanted to take the vibrator for a spin. This was the first time she'd taken it out of town and she'd really been looking forward to seeing how well it really worked when they were so far apart. Unfortunately, because she'd spent so long at work, Rebecca already knew she was going to go to bed as soon as she got home.

Being in a relationship that was often long-distance, with Tara in a different time-zone every week, had admittedly created plenty of hurdles in their new relationship. It wasn't uncommon to only exchange a couple of texts a day when they were both busy with work. Texts were preferred because they didn't require instant attention, unlike a phone call.

The thought gave Rebecca an idea of how she could make sure Tara still enjoyed herself tonight. She opened the voice notes app and recorded a long message for her girlfriend. She sent it through before starting her car to drive home.

Tara was surprised to get a text from Rebecca so soon after she'd gotten to her car. There was no way she was home already, it usually took her almost a half-hour even at this time of night.

[Voice Note - 0:47] sent 19:03

[Voice Note - 4:16] sent 19:03

[Sorry I ruined your plans. Hope this is a good consolation prize.] sent 19:03

Tara turned up her volume and hit play on the first recording, smiling as Rebecca's voice filled her hotel room:

"Okay, don't laugh, because I'm extremely out of practice with this kind of thing, but I thought I could send you a bit of...inspiration. That way you can still enjoy yourself even though I blanked on our plans. I guess, um, get comfortable and I'll just, uh, oh god this is so stupid. Don't say I didn't warn you if this is the worst idea ever. Okay, get comfortable, uh, with the vibrator...then listen to the next message."

An intrigued grin spread across Tara's face as she reached the end of the recording. She'd already prepared the vibrator in anticipation of an intimate call, so it was still close by. She followed instructions, getting into a comfortable position, then let her thighs fall open wide enough to tease her clit with the egg shaped device. It didn't take long for her to relax enough to insert the vibrator fully into position. She wasn't sure what to expect with the recording, so she just set the hands-free vibrator on it's lowest setting then pressed play:

"Hopefully you're comfortable now. I can almost see you, laying on the bed, most likely wearing nothing but a t-shirt, those impossibly long legs of yours bent at the knee, bowed open just enough to rub your clit how you like. God, I love watching you fuck yourself. Set the vibe to the custom program I saved in the app..."

Tara paused the recording and opened the vibrator app again, navigating to the requested settings. Her toes curled as the device pulsed in her cunt, the external portion teased her clit in a similar pace as she'd use if she was using her fingers instead. Rebecca knew her so well. She laid back and continued:

"...I've been playing around with the settings, I think you'll like this combination. Alright, now just lay back, close your eyes and pretend I'm there with you. I'd be tracing my fingers through you gently, just teasing you because I love how wet you get from my touch. Are you wet already? ..."

"Yess," Tara replied to her empty room as her own fingers met her arousal.

"You look so good, legs open, that pretty pussy on display for me. I bet you're aching for relief after such a long drive, I know how much you like to get fucked before bed. Fuck, my mouth would be all over you right now. Head between your legs, my tongue tracing through your pussy, mmm, you taste so goddamn good...."

The vibration patterns changed on their own to a alternate in waves from low to high intensity. Tara imagined it was Rebecca's tongue instead, licking her rhythmically up the length of her opening, lapping her up over and over.

"...I don't think I've ever seen a pussy as perfect as yours, baby. So tight when I'm eating you out, my tongue fucking you slowly, my breath hot against your clit. Damn, I'm getting wet just thinking about it. I could eat you out all night, you know I have the stamina, but you never last that long do you, hm? Not when my mouth is on you. Not when my fingers are fucking you, right baby? ... By my mental count, the vibe should just about be to the -- "

"Oh, fuck!" Tara groaned as the vibrator changed again. The steady pattern maxed out intensity for a second or two, stopped completely, then max out again, mimicking the pace Rebecca's fingers would thrust into her.

"-- good part. One finger to start, while I'm still eating you out and rubbing your clit. Your hands in my hair, holding me down like you do. Not that you need to, I'm not going anywhere. I could fuck you all night long and never get tired of seeing the way your body reacts to me -- hm, fuck, I can see it so clearly. I'd add another finger, fucking them into you hard and fast, just how you like it..."

Tara was fucking the vibrator into herself, envisioning her girlfriend's fingers. Her other hand was under her shirt, groping and kneading her tits. It felt divine.

"...I bet you look gorgeous right now, fucking yourself to my voice. I know you like to be in control, but tonight I want you at my mercy. I want you to fuck yourself to my instructions. You always act so tough, but I bet I can ruin you with nothing but this message and that saavy little toy..."

Her back arched as she rocked her hips in sync with the vibrations. She was soaked, her arousal smeared between her legs, but she needed more. The had a bit of trial and error until she slid one finger into her cunt to join the vibrator. It was slightly weird to have it buzzing against her knuckles, but she found the right angle to make it work.

"...I've ruined you with less. You know how good I can fuck you, how good it feels when my fingers are inside you, my mouth all over you, biting the inside of your thighs to leave reminders. I know the bruise I left the other night is still sore, maybe I'd bite you there again, just to hear you scream...does it hurt when you touch it still? Let's find out...I want you to grab your thigh like I do..."

Tara reluctantly followed the suggestion, digging her fingers into the dark bruise on the inside of her thigh. It hurt so good, the pressure against it sent a shock of pain through her at the same time the vibrator began it's final pattern in the custom program. Her toes curled as she tried to multi-task between listening and fucking herself over the edge.

"...you're doing so good, gorgeous. You must be getting close by now. I can see you so clearly, panting, whining, are you muttering my name? Don't come yet, baby. I know you're close... but not until I say so, got it?"

Again, Tara replied to an empty room, "Yes, yes, Bee, fuck...please..." She was right on the edge, the tension between her legs building more and more with every passing second. Just as she found the perfect combination of movements, working with the vibration pattern, the vibe stopped completely. She glared down at it in confusion, "NO! What?!"

"...You have to wait for it...you ready?"

Tara was about to pull the device out to try and troubleshoot it, when it unexpectedly came back on with the most intense vibrations it was capable of. She moaned loudly, jaw clenched, head lulled back into the pillow. The finger in her cunt curled, pushing into her favourite spot.

"Three..."

Her body tremored, abdomen clenched with tension as she crested.

"...two..."

"Oh god, fuck, fuck, I'm going to --"

"...one."

In perfect synch, Tara toppled into oblivion as the recording ended. She groaned as the pleasure washed over her, she pressed the vibrator against her clit to extend the orgasm until she was completely spent. She fumbled with her phone, turning off the device so she could slide it out of her cunt safely.

She laid there for a moment, chuckling to herself in utter disbelief. She and Rebecca had barely been together a month and yet, her girlfriend already knew her well enough to make good on her promise. She really did manage to make Tara come undone with nothing but a four-minute voice message and the app-controlled toy.

When the stars cleared from her vision, she sent Rebecca a text:

[If I'm Dorothy, that makes you Glenda the Good Witch, because that was absolutely witchcraft.] sent 19:13

Tara blinked as she caught the time for the first time. She checked it against the timestamps on the original messages, shaking her head in disbelief. Not only had her Rebecca managed to make her orgasm from one-thousand miles away, but she'd also managed to do so before she even finished the drive home from work.

She fell back on the bed again, laughing to herself. "Actual fucking witchcraft."

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

[chippedclawclip]

Part 4: The Curse

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - Are we cursed to be ourselves forever? The idea of fate and destiny are common themes in not just this work, but most works of a romantic bent, however, there is an added layer of tragedy to the idea of being cursed within your own body. Who you are, what you like, what your choices are, can be objects of free will...but what if that will has already been predetermined? The fates have written your personality deficiencies within your own DNA and that becomes your burden in life, something constantly working against you. In this particular song, the narrator is noticing a man at the bar who, frankly, seems like a hot mess. A smarter person would steer clear of it. But, our narrator seems to find it compelling. When others disparage her lover, she finds it a challenge only SHE can overcome. We got a little taste of this on Midnights, when she was dryly ascertaining the triumphs of her life, she turned down marriage and family for men like this, who bring her pain and suffering. She got just what she wanted. Her special projects.

Clara Bow - This is a new take on an old tale--one of the sacrificial lamb variety. We have our narrator, an ingenue, waiting for her day in the spotlight, praying for it. With the mantle, comes an entire legacy of women whose eyes stare out at her, as if to warn her: go ahead, but watch out, these people will use your own stage to hound you. The crown comes steeped in blood, the jokes will soon be at your expense, and you will be worshiped as well as crucified. Clara Bow is not interesting to me because it positions Taylor in a long line of women who have been maligned and smeared and harassed by the very people who have, supposedly, venerated them. It's interesting to me that this is the first time Taylor hasn't put herself in the shoes of the ingenue, she hasn't the heart even to say: maybe not this time, maybe not to you. No, she knows this story, she knows how it goes, there's no consolation prize here like on You're On Your Own, Kid. This one didn’t come wrapped in a friendship bracelet.

imgonnagetyouback - This is the fun albatross, we have the depressing (and superior) one coming soon. But first, we have to zero in on "Pick your poison babe/I'm poison either way" which is such a cornerstone of this entire album. You can stay with our narrator, that way lies danger and obsession and possibly heartache (because obviously she's crazy). Or, you can rebuff her, in which case...get ready for her revenge (because obviously she's crazy). This isn't so much about revenge, but the unique positions we have designated for women. You have the "wife/girlfriend" who ultimately becomes a nagging shrew you must declare your freedom from, or the vengeful "ex" whom you must shield yourself from at all costs lest she destroy whatever semblance of life you have left. She'll smash up your bike, or go home with you...and both of these things are a threat.

The Albatross - I feel like this is the song on the album which really benefits from a close reading. The albatross is being positioned as three different sources of ruin, essentially. One where she is out to get you specifically because you've done her harm, her curse haunting you till the end of time. One where she tempts you in order to destroy you, haunting your dreams, seducing your otherwise solid course in life. The third position is actually the albatross being the hero's savior. Once the sailor obviously hasn't listened, and chose to cast his lot with her, the "wise men" are the ones who will drag him from his bed and destroy him. But, our albatross, knowing their cruel ways, will protect him and guide him to safety. She ends the song, still, on a somber note, because all three positions do leave the other person very vulnerable to impending danger. Either way, there's no real "winning" when you're standing with her.

The Prophecy - We've all known this feeling: is it too late? Have I ruined my own life? Am I cursed? Am I unlovable? I think, the narrator of this is in a position where she has once again been found wanting, or has seen her relationship snuff out before her eyes. And she's afraid that her entire being is cursed. In my culture, if you show off your good fortune to those less fortunate, you leave yourself vulnerable to their evil eye, their jealousies, their resentment manifests as a real obstacle to your happiness and you might find your fortunes reversed. There's also another saying that comes to mind: "be careful what you wish for." In this song, apparently the narrator wished for the wrong thing, she pricked her hand, she got it all wrong. She wants to give back the money, instead of the love of a million unknowable people, she just wants the reciprocated solid love of just one person. And there's an urgency to this song, the time seems to be running out and she's desperate to find someone, anyone, reverse the outcomes, cure the curse.

Cassandra - The problem with this song is that...we all kind of know what it's referencing. They killed Cassandra because she told the truth. "The old Taylor is dead." Smiles into snarls, snakes filling her "cell" is all very clever wordplay which is basically describing the kimye drama when no one believed her. Now, when Kanye himself has been canceled and their whole conversation was leaked, thereby vindicating Taylor, she still...doesn't feel vindicated. I suppose life isn't really about getting your flowers. I want to remove all the baggage in this song and sit with the feelings it evokes. And, at the core, it seems so desolate. Here was a person trying to speak, to do the right thing, and was punished for it. But let's concentrate on where she seems to be. The past Taylor might say, hey, I'm in a better spot now. I'm so much happier now that I'm dead, Amy Dunne-style. Except, the places where Cassandra was and where she is don't seem all that enviable. She talks of towers and cells, so it seems like she was already feeling caged. And even in that state she endeavored to tell the truth. I suppose, if she were to learn anything from this ordeal, it would be that the truth just isn't compelling. That she needs to embellish and create entire worlds for it. Just like this song.

The Bolter - The sister to I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can). Taming a bear, making him care, that's her lot in life. Underneath the snappy facade of the song, lurks the self-loathing that inhabits a lot of these "cursed" songs. There is an inevitability to our narrator's behavior. That everything she goes through and everything she reaps, has been set in motion by her unceasing ability to run away. She seems to find dissatisfaction, or maybe it finds her. It's a song for people who find themselves asking a little too often, "God, why can't I JUST be happy?" For our narrator, the question might be "Why can't I just stay put?" This seems a bit of a breakthrough. The first part of breaking a cycle is to recognize you're in one. Or is it just the first step in breaking your spirit?

Robin - I think of this song in a similar way to Clara Bow. Here is a child who is brand new to the world, unaware of the challenges, the cruelties, the struggles that are associated with the grown-up world. The harsh realities are shielded from “Robin” because we’re just trying to be kind, after all. We don’t need them to know the whole truth. They can play and learn and let the world crush them when the time comes. I like this song because it puts things back into the perspective of a children’s playground; a common motif in this album. When the “girlish glow” starts to flicker, then we’ll let them know. But the playground is safe, it’s harmless, free from danger. When her and her lover were in the playground, they were also safe and free from any harm. There’s such a good mix of nostalgia and bitterness here. It’s not a desire for her youth, but a quiet rage that the whole thing was a lie. Of course, there was always danger. There was never safety or security, it’s just that they were fed a fiction about this world. That’s the curse, she being led to her own execution, “in sweetness” of course.

[shelikesorchids-archive]

Hi love, I wish you an early Happy birthday! 🥳💕

"being overly competitive at child games" with Michael Kinsella for your birthday gift 🥰💕 *kisses you on the temple*

YOMNA!!!!!! TYSM babe!

This lil blurb is inspired by what I actually did for my birthday this year, I went to the arcade! I also whipped my husband's ass at skee ball, so have some pouty Mikey after losing to you at the arcade! Bit of angst regarding his childhood, but otherwise fluffy!

"Aw come on Mikey, love! Don't be such a sore loser!" you said as you gently prodded him in the side with your elbow.

The two of you were walking home after a date at the arcade, and you had beat Michael in skee ball and in air hockey, so he was pouting. You couldn't help but gloat, because you honestly didn't have any idea he was so competitive. Although, he was pouting so much you were actually starting to feel a bit bad for him.

"Wanna pop in the pub and I'll buy ya a drink as a consolation prize?" you asked giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

He let out a long sigh and stopped for a moment, taking your hands in his.

"Alright, pet. I guess I'll let ya buy me a drink," he replied.

"I didn't mean to gloat so much Mikey. M'sorry if I hurt your feelings. I just didn't know you were so competitive."

"I can't help it. Me and Jimmy used to box when we were younger, and I always had to be better than him. Thought it was a way to make a name for meself, and I guess I just never let that go. M'sorry too, pet."

He pulled you in for a soft, sweet kiss, and the two of you held on to each other for a minute. It had been hard getting Mikey to open up to you at first, but getting to know a softer side of him had been so worth it to you. You only wished everyone could see the side of him you did.

"Alright, love. Let's go get that drink, then maybe a re-match?" you asked as you raised an eyebrow.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, pet."

[ere-the-sun-rises]

I genuinely think it has the same kind of petty satisfaction for them of successfully stealing their siblings' stuff then getting to tell them not to be a crybaby about it. Something about consequence-free bullying mixed in with an unwarranted feeling of victory. "I got what you had and now you have to suffer about it."

The kicker for me, though, is that they never seem to really grapple with the consequences of having done this on themselves? Like, babe, you know your newly poached spouse has no respect for fidelity - are you so up your own ass that you think they won't do this to you too? And you started as a consolation prize - you started as second place. Why is someone like that even worth having, let alone trying to keep?

We need to be honest. There are a lot of homewreckers* who genuinely enjoy tormenting their victims. There are a lot of affair partners who had no idea the person they were sleeping with was married and had a family. But there are also messy nasty bitches who seem to think fucking someone who is in a relationship is an achievement and not an embarrassment and enjoy twisting the knife in, bragging about it and hurting others. It’s kind of like they’re going around looking for flimsy fences and kicking them over for fun and laughing when the homeowner gets upset.

*Note the gender neutral language in this post and do not be misogynistic.

[fuwushiguro]

Things You Can Do With Your Hands

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

soft dom!Dabi x f!reader

Genre: Smut Notes: I did a Valentine's fic last year with Dabi so thought a nice full circle would be to start with him again 💞 Warnings: 18+, virgin reader + Dabi, manga spoiler, handjob (m receiving), soft dom!Dabi, pet names, praise, consensual encounter, virginity insecurity, established couple. Words: 1.7k

“Have you ever been with anyone before?”

You saw the life drain from Touya’s already pale face when the question left your lips. As if the answer was some sordid secret. Something to be ashamed of. Was it that the number was high or non-existent? Pressuring Touya is never a good idea, so you opt not to press it. Simply waiting for him to confide in you. Except, the answer doesn’t come. He’s looking through you, rather than at you.

“Touya,” you start, taking his hands in yours. “I’ve never… you were my first kiss.” you confess.

His gaze finds its focus back to you. Scarred hands squeezing yours even tighter. That lazy smirk you adore so much finds its way onto his face. You lean forwards to kiss him, and he almost lets you. Getting so far that your noses are almost touching before he pulls away, grinning, kissing your cheek as some sort of consolation prize. His lips level with your ear, gravelly voice whispering against it. The sensation rushes straight to your lower stomach where butterflies begin to emerge from cocoons.

“No one else, baby… just you.”

Touya’s back is flat against your bed while you’re straddling his hips. Your kisses are frenzied and you’re pulling at his clothes. He groans a little, it almost sounds like it hurts. Is it uncomfortable? Are you just so terrible at what you’re trying to do?

“What’s the rush, doll? ‘m not goin’ anywhere.” he coos, tucking your hair behind your ear. You pull away from him biting your lip. He smiles, and it’s cute, so much love in his eyes as he can tell there is blood making its way to your cheeks. Hairline dampening and eyes glossing over.

“I just… I don’t want to be a virgin forever, Touya. And I love you, so, why are we waiting to do this?” you ask him. It makes him tut, disappointed. Not in you. Never in you. Whoever has sewn these seeds of insecurity within you. He has known for a while that you’re a virgin like him. But, he wanted you to be the one to tell him. When you were ready. Always when you are ready. And now… now… you are anything but ready. “P-Please, Touya. I want you to—”

“I won’t. ‘m sorry, but this isn’t you. Is it, babe?” he asks you. Tears begin to trickle over your lash line as you shake your head. Of course this isn’t you. He knows you like the back of your hand and could read you like a book. “C’mon sweetheart, what’s eatin’ you?”

“A friend… I, she—”

“Go on.”

“She said that she feels sorry for you…” you sigh, remembering her cruel words as you retell them to Touya. His eyebrow quirks, confused. He doesn’t really know any of your friends and he definitely doesn’t need them feeling sorry for him.

“Why would she?”

“Because she said I’m frigid… she said guys don’t like bein’ kept waiting for sex. So she sorta… suggested you might be cheating on me. I don’t- I mean- it’s—”

“I’m not cheating on you.” he says firmly, and you wave your hands in defence.

“I didn’t think so. I just don’t want you to think I’m frigid… and I guess I wouldn’t blame you if you did want to fool around with someone else since ‘m not putting out. It would hurt but—”

“I’m not. And I wouldn’t ever fucking do that to you. Your friend is a bitch. Fuck her. Don’t want you thinkin’ you need to do anything you don’t want to yet. ‘m not going anywhere.” he assures you, pulling you back down to lie on top of him. His fingers comb through your hair while your lips massage each other’s slowly. Slowly.

Your core grinds against him. It’s a little lazy, but needy nonetheless. He can’t help but moan into your mouth at the friction. God he needs you. Why can’t you just make yourself be fucking ready? You are frigid. It’s pathetic. He feels your salty tears spill from your eyes and onto his face. It makes him push you away, but only slightly.

“Touya… I want you,” you lie. He kisses you to silence you before speaking again.

“You don’t. Baby, stop it.”

“Let me do it, Touya. Let me do something for you.” you beg. You rest your forehead against his, and he licks his lips as he takes a moment to think. You can feel how hard he is against your clothed crotch. Positively bulging through his jeans as you straddle him. “Please baby. I can feel you… so hard f’me. Let me help, let me help…” you continue, kissing down his face and down to his neck. He can’t stop bucking his hips against you. You want him. He needs you.

“Fuck, doll,” he groans, sure he’s going to cum in his pants if you don’t take it easy. “Alright, alright. Let me show you somethin’ you can do.” he sighs, raising you off of him and sitting upright. “Have you ever jerked anyone off before?”

“N-No… I haven’t done anything.” you remind him. He nods, accepting your answer. “Can I… with you? Will you show me?”

“Of course I’ll show you. Only if you’re sure this is somethin’ you wanna do.” he says. You grin, leaning forward to kiss him yet again. It’s so romantic, you never though dating Touya would be like this. He’s so kind and patient, passionate. Smiling into each other’s mouths as you melt into one another. You truly want and need to do this for him. “I think it’ll be easier if you get on your knees. I’ll sit on the edge of the bed, sound good?”

“On it!” you smile, shimmying away from him and slipping off the bed and onto your knees. The cold floor is harsh on your knees, and before you can ask for a pillow he’s already handing one to you. “Thanks.”

While you’re putting the plump pillow beneath your knees he’s positioning himself so that you’re between his legs. He waits for you to be comfortable, cupping your face and pecking your lips.

You feel your heart pound as he shuffles and fiddles with his buckle and zipper. Oh God, this is happening. You’re going to see it. You’re going to touch it. He looks at you before he reveals his intimate form to you, searching your eyes.

“We can stop, say the word.” he explains.

“N-No! Please, Touya, let me see.” you encourage. He nods, satisfied with your response.

He pulls his shirt off over his head before taking his manhood out for you to see. He moans as it springs free, slapping against his abdomen and drooling pre against his skin. It oozes from the tip, so pearly and sticky. You are captivated. And you hope you aren’t showing it too terribly on your face. You are, though. Practically salivating at his length. An impressive eight inches with a gorgeously shaped tip.

Is it wrong that you want to lick it?

You stick your tongue out and lean forward to taste, but he doesn’t let you. He flattens his hand on your chest and pushes you away.

“Not that. Not today. We’ll build up to everything, alright? Just your hands today, ‘m gonna teach you. Remember?” he speaks. You nod, of course you remember. He wraps his hand around his cock and begins to pump himself in front of you. He alternates between a slower and faster pace, trying to remember his rhythm and intensity. You take note of him going so slowly he almost grinds to a halt, squeezing even harder right under the tip and forcing more precum to dribble out of his weeping slit. “Try it gorgeous, I’ll guide you.”

You wrap a little hand around his throbbing cock and try and imitate his actions. It’s spellbinding. His heart drums against the skin and muscle housing it and he think he may blackout from your simple touch alone.

“Am I doing good, Touya?” you ask him. Fuck don’t look at him like that. You’re too beautiful. Too innocent and sweet. Watery eyes looking so expectantly at him as you await confirmation on your performance.

“So fucking good baby. Put your other hand on it and twist ‘em. Like this,” he instructs, showing you what he means when both of your hands are wrapped around him. “Oh fuuuuck, doll. Look so pretty with your hands full’a cock.” he hums. It spurs you on to keep going and doing better. For him.

“I- I love you. I love you, Touya.” you mutter.

“Oh fuck, yeah baby? I love you too, sweetheart. So fuckin’ much, I love you, I love- Godddd—”

He can feel his heart rate rising and his balls tightening. No way is he going to last a second longer. Not when he loves you so fucking much and you’re playing with him like this. Better than his own hand. So cute ‘n small and perfect. His hips are bucking up to meet your touch. He’s going to… he needs to.

“’m cummin’ baby, fuck—” he announces, pearly white seed spraying from his cock and all over himself and your hand. It’s sticky, lewd and disgusting and the sound of you continuing to work him fills the room. “Ah, let go now. Fuck, it- it’s—”

“You’re so sensitive baby, I… I like playing with you…” you sigh dreamily as you begin to slow down your ministrations. “S’all over your tummy, Touya. S’cute.” you giggle letting go to lick your hands clean. It’s salty and a little unpleasant, but you don’t mind. It’s his. His cock twitches as he lays backwards on the bed. It’s so adorable. Spent and softening before your very eyes. You stand up, leaning over him to slurp his sperm off his body. It’s ticklish, apparently, because he starts to laugh and try to push your head away.

“Thank you, for doing that. It was great, doll.”

“Anythin’ for you Touya, I love you. Thanks for showing me how.”

He pulls you up onto the bed properly with him, slipping his hand under your vest and tracing his fingers over your back. He coos as you begin to snore softly, knowing he isn’t far behind you.

Who knew Touya Todoroki was such a romantic?

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[jahayla-parker]

okay- i've had this thought stuck in my mind for a while now so hear me out

freddy carter x fem.reader and they're out exploring the city they're visiting and he's constantly taking photos of her candid and posed and its just sooo cute<33

if you dont feel it, dont worry about it!

Through Every Season: Freddy Carter x Reader

(Fics + SMAUs) Part 1

Description: Traveling with your boyfriend Freddy entails lots of candid and posed photos but you wouldn’t have it any other way. SMAUs and small fics / blurbs

Warnings: none I can think of!

So Tumblr doesn’t let me do more than 10 photos or one video per post 🙄 so… the collages would be one post. Aka you’d be swiping left to go from left to right in the order of top row to bottom for each collage as if it were one Insta post but it had to be one single photo for tumblr 😤

Pt 2 here

Freddy’s Instagram Profile

——SMAU Post One——

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freddycarter1: In the City of Love with my love 💞

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amitasuman_: bloody hell @/yourusername 🔥

archierenaux3: love how you’re not even in any of these 😂

calahan.skogman: excuse me, that’s clearly his sexy arm in the 5th one 🙄

kittheyounger: damn she’s beautiful

freddycarter1: je suis d'accord!

yourusername: mon bel amour de ma vie 😘

——Fic 1——

“No, stop Freddy!” Y/n giggled, covering her face as her boyfriend too another photo of her.

“But love, the sun is hitting so well off the tower” Freddy laughs, tickling her.

She squirms into his embrace while laughing, “I think you need to photograph the tower then not me babe”.

Freddy shakes his head, “you’re too adorable, please? It doesn’t have to be a candid shot “.

Y/n blushes, adjusting her hat, “alright, alright, just don’t start with those irresistible puppy eyes”.

He smirks and nods as he refocuses his camera, “ready when you are”.

Freddy smiles to himself as she pretends to blow his camera a kiss, creating the perfect portrait of his love in the couple’s favorite city.

——SMAU Post Two——

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freddycarter1: Previously on Candids and Cameras 📸🖤

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lbardugo: I’d definitely pay to watch this series 😌

calahan.skogman: don’t know which of you two I’m most jealous of, it’s not fair 😒

yourusername: numb.2 may be my new lock screen 😘

kittheyounger: would’ve lost that bet I figured it would’ve been #8

yourusername: you’d win a consolation prize as that is my home screen wallpaper 😇

amitasuman_: these adventures look so fun, let me third wheel next time haha

——Fic 2——

“I love you so much” y/n mumbles, tightly holding Freddy’s hand as they walk down the street.

He glances over at her, stopping so he can face her, “I love you too precious”.

She leans in to give him a kiss but pauses, making him let out a disappointed and confused huff.

Y/n chuckles, “I want to try something”.

Freddy nods slowly as he watches her grab the camera he bought her out of her bag.

He waits patiently despite his curiosity and soon he realizes what she’s doing.

She’d set up her camera on the park bench beside them, tilted to capture them in the frame.

Y/n blushes as she walks back to him, “I think it could be cute…”

Freddy smiles as he admires her creativity and nervousness, “I have no doubts about that dear”.

——SMAU Post Three——

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freddycarter1: Bringing my home to my home 🥰

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yourusername: they say home is where the heart is… but God I love the English 🇬🇧💙

tommyae: glad she replaced you as mum’s favorite 😉

freddycarter1: not even surprised 🙂

yourusername: stooppp Tom 😭

lbardugo: y/n you’re so stunning dear

yourusername: I happen to have a pretty amazing photographer☺️😉

——Fic 3——

“Are you sure?” Y/n asked for the thousandth time that night.

Freddy rolled his eyes lightheartedly and nodded yet again, “yes love, my parents adored you”.

She blushes and nods, biting her lip silently.

Freddy sighs, standing up and walking to her as she stood next to her dresser as she removed her jewelry from the family dinner tonight.

“I know you’re still doubting me y/n/n, so I’ll confess, you replaced me as my mum’s favorite” Freddy whispered, kissing her shoulder tenderly.

“Poor Tommy” y/n laughs, her teeth sinking deeply into her bottom lip as she grinned at his compliment.

“Tommy?! I’m the one you replaced” he teased, squeezing her hips.

“Yeah but if that’s true, it means he’s now her third favorite” y/n laughed.

Freddy smiled brightly, wrapping his arms around her, “I’m so glad you came home with me”.

“I love it here Freddy, truly. Thank you for bringing me” she sighed, turning to kiss his cheek.

——SMAU Post Four——

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freddycarter1: I love her the way she loves waterfalls and the beach 🌊

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yourusername: Frederick. James. Carter. I love you more than waterfalls and beaches. And you damn well better know that you beach😝

freddycarter1: 💀 Ily darling

amitasuman_: this has become a y/n fan page and I’m here for it 👏

freddycarter1: as if there was any other choice 💁‍♂️

——Fic 4——

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of traveling with you dear” Freddy promised, laying down next to y/n on the warm sand.

“Good, because I don’t want to travel without you” she blushed, moving to lay her head on his chest.

Freddy grinned at her, softly pulling sand from her hair.

“God I love the beach” she mumbled quietly, one hand wrapped in his while the other dived into the sand.

He laughed, “believe me, I’m well aware. Why do you think we’re here?”.

She smirked, “because you love me”.

Freddy nodded, “more than anything”.

——SMAU Post Five——

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freddycarter1: Introducing my snow queen❄️

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yourusername: not featured is poor Freddy having to help me warm up when I start to become an icicle 😇🤗

freddycarter1: I’m never going to reject cuddling before the fireplace your majesty 👑

amitasuman _: suddenly you guys being MIA this winter makes sense! Jealous of all the traveling🥹

kittheyounger: OTP ♾

——Fic 5——

“Aaahh why does snow have to be soooo cold?” Y/n asked rhetorically.

Freddy shook his head as he laughed at her, “if it wasn’t it would just be water, dear”.

She glared playfully at him, her eyes softening as he draped an oversized blanket around her body.

“You’re lucky you’re cute” She joked, poking Freddy’s cheek with her cold finger.

Freddy chuckled, grabbing her hands and cupping them in his as he brought them to his lips so he could warm them with his breath.

——SMAU Post Six——

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freddycarter1: Constantly falling🍂

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yourusername: so grateFALL for you Freddy🤎

calahan.skogman: no, not autumn puns you two 👎

lbardugo: you guys somehow get cuter every season

freddycarter1: she’ll forever be loml through every season 🫶

——Fic 6——

“Fall may be my favorite season, but you’re my favorite person” y/n hummed, cuddled up in Freddy’s arms as they lounged on their sofa.

He laughed sweetly, the sound calming to y/n.

“A bit cheesy my love, but I’m honored to even be compared to your love of autumn “.

She rolled her eyes, playing with his hand under the blankets, “Frederick Carter, you better be joking. I love you more than any season”.

Freddy blushed and buried his face in the crook of her neck, “I could say the same to you, darling”.

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[starshipsofstarlord]

Win

stiles stilinski x reader / masterlist

summary; a little pre game warm up never hurt anyone / warnings; smut, handjob, orgasm denial, fantasies, dirty talk, swearing

His cock leaked in you palm, as you ran your skilled hand over it, your thumb swiping over the tip as he released a desperate whine, burrowing his head back into the head rest of his driver’s seat. Stiles was at your mercy, ruining his bottom lip with the prying of his teeth, as he desperately tried to buck his hips up into your grip.

Each of his hands were sternly wrapped around the circumference of the wheel, his knuckles turning white as he relentlessly held onto it. It served as a source of relief, he was able to take his prominent frustration out on the battled steering device as he breathily sighed, his amber orbs screwing shut as he mumbled your name.

“Fuck. Shit. Don’t stop.” You had not intention of doing so, and thus you sped up your pace, watching him as he inhaled heavily through his nose, his dark brows furrowing as he felt close. And then, you stopped, denying him of such an end to the pleasure. “Fuck.” The syllable was elongated, drenched in disappointment as he hit his forehead against the top of the steering wheel.

“Something wrong baby?” You smiled, tenderly running your precum slathered hand over his tense shoulder, him slightly shivering from the soft contact, that poised strongly against the treatment that he had just gotten from you.

“No.” He steadied his breathing pattern, pulling his flushed face back, and hollowing his cheeks in dismissal of thought. He knew your intent, he knew it was well, but it still wasn’t good enough. Not when he wanted nothing more than to fuck you in the backseat of his jeep, until the windows were pent up with steam, and the vehicle was having trouble remaining stiff on its wheels.

“You’re going to win that game, aren’t you? If you do, then you’ll get your surprise.” Clasping your fingers in the sides of your shirt, your heaved the fabric gently up, watching as his eyes ogled, filled with supple desire, and some drool leaking out of the corner of his chapped lips.

“Yeah, imma win.” He was certain of it, you were giving him all the control that he needed. From the leather bra that resembled the outfit that catwoman often adorned herself in, messy stitching purposely running up the seams, it was full reassurance that the competing team was going down.

And then he would go down on you, and discover the matching underwear, that was surely loose around your hips, with various strings hanging from the sides, to make an appearance of disarray upon the sultry and figure hugging component.

“Good. Because I wouldn’t want to have to spent all this money on this little treat for nothing. I could reuse the cat ears that are in my bag for halloween, but this set, well I’d never get a refund. And you wouldn’t deserve to see them, now would you?”

“No.” He firmly spoke, feeling himself grow hard in his lacrosse shorts once more, as his feet tapped frustratedly on the floor of the jeep. You dropped your shirt down, leaning over the console and kissing his cheek.

“Win baby, then we can ditch the after party. Might even let you fuck me in the locker room.” Winking at him, he felt his mouth gape at the half filled promise. His tongue swirled in his mouth at the thought, as his eyes flickered over your whole demeanour, attempting to read the supposition and how it ran over your form.

“The girl’s locker room?” He asked hopefully, being met with you flirtatiously batting your eyelashes, nodding with a prominent grin contorting your face. “Fuck yes.”

“I know you’ve never been in there, but it’s a fantasy of yours. But imagine being allowed to come in there, huh. Sounds good, doesn’t it?” There was a teasing edge locked onto your words, and Stiles wasn’t sure that he would last until after the game.

“Better than good y/n/n.” He sighed, leaning his head back. “I’m gonna go out there and bust, I can’t fucking stop thinking about fucking you in the little girl’s room.”

“So I’m a little girl now?” You contemptibly asked, grazing your hand upon his thigh, until you grabbed his cock, rolling the girth around in your grip.

“No. Definitely not.” His face was flushed as he painted prolifically. “Just wanna see your tight cunt, feel it wrapped around me, squeezing me til I explode. All that’s on my mind now.”

“That’s a shame, cause your dad is gonna be watching your game. It wouldn’t be fair would it, if I allowed you to go out on the pitch all hot and hard, would it?” Wildly, Stiles shook his head, surveying you through half lidded eyes as you tucked your hair out your face, and ducked your head, pressing a kiss onto the pale skin of his thigh.

Your teeth pinched the flesh, extracting a gasp from the lacrosse player, your tongue darting out to lap at his balls. His lips pursed together as he tried to stifle his moans, his hands flying to the dash before him, as he endured the texture of your tongue swiping upon him.

With your right hand, you found purchase on his cock, tugging once more at his length. As you did so, he sputtered out praised, though that was usually not his forfeit, but you allowed his mistake to slip, this once at least.

“Do you want to cum before the match Sti?” He whined, allowing you to continue pleasuring him, unaware of what the consequences would be if he accepted your offer. It was not you just being gracious, it was practically vandalism of his body.

Stiles wasn’t sure he’d survive in Beacon Hills much longer if you were to treat him so vigorously. He felt like a bomb, prepared to convert damage in his surroundings all for one goal, and that was to find some bliss within all this madness.

“Yes. Please. Baby I need to- uh. Shit, shit, shit baby, I can’t-“ you ran your tongue over his spilt milk, lapping it up with kitten licks, as your y/e/c eyes stared ruthlessly up at him. His seed coated your tongue like molten gold, and with such greed, you gulped every shovel of the substance down, holding your smirk at bay until you were finished cleaning him up.

“Too bad, you’re not gonna get any release later tonight though. Guess painting the walls of my locker room white is no longer on the table, you’ll just have me purring instead. Good thing I know where they keep the canes for the bad boys.” Stiles froze, instantly regretting ever considering you would gift him out of mercy.

Before he could retaliate with wet eyes, or blubbery responses, your eyes drifted away, and to the lock screen of your phone, your tongue swiping over your lip, as you contently put it back away. “If you wanna win for me, you’re gonna have to go now babes. I’ll see you on the field, m’kay?”

He couldn’t refuse your kiss, not as you leant towards him, and pressed your lips upon his own. The taste of himself wasn’t so horrific, he rather enjoyed having the affects of what you did to him dancing on his tongue. One thing was on his mind, and that was the only priority he had; it didn’t matter if there was a darach in the local premises, carrying out sacrifices.

It was his aim to win, either way, he couldn’t be an example of a virgin sacrifice, not considering you had so blatantly offered to take the weight on his shoulders with a shrug, and proceeded to do much more than just that. Even if he wasn’t allowed to cum again tonight, he was still eager to claim his prize, after all, it was one of his hormonal dreams, that could play out into reality, so perfectly, and filthily.

[subspencer]

thot gf absolutely sticking up for sub Spencer

idk how to end blurbs, ever. but this is a rewrite of that baseball scene

cw: no explicit smut/smut is implied, creepy dude being creepy. wc: 1k

It was the bottom of the ninth inning, and Spencer still hadn't hit a ball once. You were waiting in the stands, watching anxiously knowing he was next up to bat. The bases were loaded, the team was only down one point, and Spencer was their last chance.

You stood up from your seat as he stepped up to bat. When you heard Spencer was going to play for the FBI's softball team, you went the whole nine yards to make it unforgettable for him – and that meant a special outfit. I was as close to a cheerleading uniform as you could get passably get away with. A short, navy blue pleated skirt, and a cropped tank top that barely covered your chest.

"You got this, babe!!" you cheered, bouncing on your toes, making your skirt flounce around you. Spencer looked at you and sighed; he was already in his head about this, and your distracting outfit wasn't doing him any favors.

"This guy's a fucking loser," someone muttered. You whipped your head around to shoot daggers at the man who said it.

"Shut your mouth," you grunted. He looked exactly like a jerk; balding, a little drunk, and probably a former high school athlete. And he spoke like one.

"Don't get sore, honey," he laughed. He eyed you up and down in a way that made you want to gag. His eyes stopped right at the hem of your short skirt. "Aren't you a bit out of his league?"

You rolled your eyes, shooting him a pointing glare and turning back around, "No. He's out of mine."

Spencer missed his first two swings. His head hung low while the opposing team teased him some more, thinking they were probably right about him.

"Hey! Time out!" you yelled.

The referee turned around. "You can't do that, you're not playing -"

"I don't care. Time out."

You shot Derek a hopeful glance, and he gave the ref a shrug. "She said time out."

Spencer looked back at you, confused. You crooked your finger and called him over, pressing up against the wire fence that separated you.

"Hey, listen to me. Don't worry about these other losers," you whispered, poking your finger through the fence and tapping his nose. "They don't know what they're talking about."

"I think they do," he laughed sadly. "I'm the one feeling like the loser here."

"You should be," the guy from before shouted again.

You turned back around, furious. "Sir, if you don't shut the fuck up, I'm going to knock you out."

He laughed, and Hotch who was sitting beside you and watched the whole thing turned around to give him another glare. Suddenly it wasn't so funny anymore.

"It's okay," Spencer said wistfully.

"No, it's not. You're doing so good, I'm so proud of you."

"I haven't hit a single ball."

"And I don't care if you do or don't. You don't have to impress me, you know." You smiled at him, reaching down to hold his hand – or at least, whichever fingers would fit through the fence. You could tell he was worried about looking good in front of you, he didn't even know he never had to try to do that. "I'm already impressed by you. Every day."

Spencer smiled genuinely for the first time that day.

"But, just know... if you do hit that next one, I have a little surprise for you at home."

"Really?" his voice pitched up, eyes scanning you up and down. He trapped the cloth of your skirt between two fingers, tugging at it. "Can't imagine it gets better than this outfit."

"Oh, but it does... I might've made you a little dance routine to go with it. Can't share it here."

"Mhm. And what if I don't get it?"

"Well, then you'll get the consolation prize... and Spencer, it's pretty good, too."

"Come here," he laughed, calling you closer with a finger until you pressed your cheek up to the metal so he could place a kiss there. "Wish me luck!"

Clapping your hands together, you cheered as Spencer went back up to the plate, holding the bat more confidently in his hands.

"Can I steal the prize when he loses?"

Huffing, you looked back at the creep one last time. "Listen, fucker. Not in a million years, would I choose someone like you over him. I don't care if he never makes a hit, or if he ends up bald and sad like you. No one will ever compare to him. Or fuck me as good as he does."

The man turned dark red, choking on his own spit at your last few words. Even Hotch couldn't feel anything but proud of Spencer, despite the overshare.

Spencer heard what you said. He wasn't out of earshot yet when it went down. A smirk was plastered on his face as he tapped the bat down on the plate and raised it, waiting for a pitch.

What happened after was nothing short of a miracle. Spencer hit the ball dead-on, sending it far out where none of the other guys expected him to. He ran through all the bases, sliding in to steal home. The team won because of him.

Derek was lifting Spencer up when you stormed onto the field.

"Spencer!" you yelled, running up to him. Derek quickly put him down, and Spencer immediately went around and picked you up effortlessly, as if he did it all the time.

"Woah, there. Suddenly you're a big, strong athlete, huh?" you laughed, putting your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself in the air. Spencer's hands were cradling you, one on your back and the other under your thigh.

"Absolutely, I am. Did you see me?" His smile was brighter than the sun as he spun you around.

"I did." You leaned down, pulling him into a heated kiss, tipping his hat off to run a hand through his messy hair. "Can't wait to give you your surprise," you said between smaller pecks.

"Ooh. Should I shower first?" He looked down at himself, covered in dirt from sliding across the field.

"No," you shook your head, smirking. "Leave it. I'm kinda digging this rugged look on you."

The adrenaline rush gave him this huge surge of confidence – that, and the fact he knew what you said about him when you thought he couldn't hear. He kissed you again, the hand on your thigh moving to a less respectable place right under your ass. He gave it a firm squeeze, and you squealed in surprise.

"Okay, big man, if this is what you're like after winning, then I think you should play more often," you laughed.

"Only if you come to the games dressed like this every time."

You nodded. "Deal."

[ssozo]

Rating: T

Fandom: Fallout 4 (spoilers for railroad ending)

Pairing: John Hancock/male!Sole Survivor

Content warnings: Casual drug usage, implied offscreen child death

Word count: 787

Neo sprints back to the Claymore, dodging a volley of bullets from a Brotherhood Knight's minigun, swearing severely. He barely has time to start shouting at Tinker Tom to take off before reinforcements burst through the door of the command deck. At least three soldiers clad in power armor struggle to get through the door at the same time, and it's this absurd twist of luck that ends up saving their lives as they take off in the vertibird.

Deacon twists in his chair to shout over the propellers.

"WHAT HAPPENED IN THERE- IS YOUR BAG WIGGLING?"

"SHUT THE HELL YOUR MOUTH."

Tom wisely decides not to comment. He steers them away from the giant blimp as Neo mans the minigun, shooting at whatever below them might shoot first. Once they're at a safe enough distance, Deacon presses the button to detonate the explosives, and the trio watches the pride of the Brotherhood of Steel crash to the ground.

There were no survivors.

-

Tinker Tom drops them nearby, flying off to stash their ill-gotten vehicle of death. As soon as the sound of the propellers have faded enough, Deacon turns to Neo, who is already trying to sneak away.

"How'd you get caught?"

"None of your fucking business. I'm heading back to Goodneighbor. Hit me up when Desdemona wants to start Phase Two."

-

"So," Hancock says, seemingly materializing behind Neo without warning. "Deacon tells me you took home a consolation prize from that giant blimp before you all took it down."

Neo would have jumped if he hadn't just taken a hit of jet. The world is still fuzzy around the edges, and he sighs as he sinks further into the couch of the old state house.

"Deacon is a compulsive liar and didn't step foot off that vertibird. He doesn't know what he's talking about."

Hancock chuckles and sits next to Neo, popping a mentat. The smaller man doesn't hesitate before leaning against the ghoul, soaking in his unnatural warmth. Neo had always hated the cold, but that hatred had only grown after his two centuries in the vault.

"I'd be inclined to believe you, brother, if I hadn't heard a meow coming from your satchel when you came by the other night. I'm cool with it, but give a ghoul a warning next time."

Neo's shoulders sag guiltily. "I didn't think about it. I'd placed the explosive charges already and was heading back to Deacon and Tom, when… I heard a meow. I didn't know there was a cat who lived on the prydwen. He came right up to me, sniffing my fingers, and… I couldn't let him die, John. He didn't do anything wrong. So I stuffed him into my bag and someone saw me do it. It blew my cover but I don't regret it."

"Most people would have just left the damn thing, babe."

Neo rolls his eyes and glances back up at Hancock, who was fiddling with an inhaler with his free hand. He nudges the ghoul, and Hancock obliges by pressing the canister to his lips and pressing down. Neo inhales thankfully, the world continuing to get blurrier. He sits up more to glare at the ghoul.

"I think we've established by now that I'm not most people. You saw how I reacted to Ashes."

"Who?"

"The fucking- the vault cat from 81. The one that belonged to that little girl."

"Oh yeah. I had to pry you away from him just so we could give him back."

Neo huffs and lightly smacks Hancock's hand before settling back down. The duo sits in a comfortable silence before Neo breaks it.

"I'm tired of killing, Hancock. I wanted to save a life for once."

"You could say you saved a lot of lives by taking down the Brotherhood, yknow."

"Try telling that to the kids I saw there."

Hancock stops, twisting to look at Neo. Neo is refusing to make eye contact. "There were kids on that blimp?"

Neo doesn't answer, which is answer enough. Hancock lets off a soft fuck under his breath.

"I just. I wanted to save someone. I don't even know if Dez knew there were children on board- and I'm not about to tell her, she's too busy doing whatever the fuck she does- so I have to ignore the blood on my hands all over again-"

Neo sits up, panicking, head in his hands. Hancock recognizes the spiral for what it is, and pulls the smaller man back down onto the couch. He runs his textured fingers through Neo's hair, and Neo sighs, letting the drugs and the calming motions lull him back into a blissful mindlessness.

He'd talk about it more when he was ready, or whenever he was sober. Whichever came last.

[negative-speedforce]

thanks @angst-is-love-angst-is-life!

"When I was just a little kid. In my nightmares." - In Too Deep (chapter 8)

I'm going to come back and stop all of this. - Duality (prologue)

"You're always going to be our Nora, no matter what. I promise." - say i'm not your consolation prize 

But why was it still not enough? - Who's a Heretic Now?

 "Nope. And look- the video's trending." - Samakro and the Return of Lady Csilla

"Close your eyes. It'll be over soon." if everything's cursed, there's nothing to lose

 "I'll do my best." you don't want to be changed like it changed me

"Yes, ma'am!" - i'm nothing like the rest, babe (you're feeding my complex

"At least I know what's coming." Hell has followed us onto Earth, and I am the monster that has brought it forth

She would never have what she wanted so badly. Two Birds on a Wire

@vexic929 @autisticharrywells @skeletorswaifu @practically-an-x-man and anyone else

Writing Patterns tag game (Inspired by this post)

Rules: post the last sentence from your 10 most recently posted fics (less if you don't have 10 is also fine). Here goes (I'm excluding my WIP): 1. So he just let it happen. - From Harbingers of War.

2. Wasn’t he? - From The Road So Far: Gabriel Edition.

3. The imps squeaked, clearly liking this new friend already. - From T.G.I.F.

4. “Yes.” - From Unsteady.

5. They simply remained close to one another and watched the stars in the clear night sky. - From Black Dog.

6. He kissed the top of her head and the two remained sitting at the porch, savouring each other’s closeness. - From Kikimora.

7. These sort of deals? He was more than happy to make them . - From A Day in the Limelight.

8. Cas spread a pair of his wings to hug them both, and that’s how all three remained, gazing at the stars till dawn. - From Ghost Riders.

9. In time. - From Bad Blood.

10. “But of course, angel,” he purred. - From The Cat in the Trenchcoat.

So... it looks like I'm very laconic in my endings or have my characters unwind. XD

If anyone wants to do this, they're more than welcome. :)

[thirstyandbeautiful]

30, 36 and 67? for mafia! aussie daddies

30. “At least I didn’t break any laws.”

36. “Babe, I’m a demon. What do you expect me to do?”

37. “I think I’m dying and I wanted to tell you ‘I love you’ before I do.” - “Okay, let’s work on one problem at a time.”

APRIL DRABBLES

AustralianDaddies!Mafia AU: The Bank Robbery

Summary: It's exactly what it sounds like. Kinda. According to Baby and Papi tho- it's not.

"Hi Daddy," you chirped into the phone, "Papi and I are about to be home, can you meet us at the curb?"

You glanced into the rearview mirror and saw no cars, which was a good sign since you didn't hear sirens yet but still. You knew better than to not be on edge.

"Ooooo," you giggle at the mischevious tone his notes carry through the line, still high on adrenaline, "whisking me off to a romantic getaway for the weekend?"

"Maybe." Papi cut in, squeezing your hand as he raises it to his lips to kiss.

You smiled dreamily at your husband's handsome face as he pressed his lips to each knuckle as his eyes flitted between the road and the mirrors.

There was shuffling on the line, "I'm on my feet and pushing them into shoes."

"Good boy." Papi grumbled.

"Always for you."

Papi hung up before you could reply.

"Fuck me," you yelled, "you think he's gonna be mad?"

"About this?" Papi motioned to the back of the car, to where you knew the trunk was full, "Nah. He'll probably be a little whiney about being left out, but we can make it up to him."

"Yeah?" you answered breathlessly as you leaned over the center console, your lips brushed against Papi', "Tell me how?" you whispered before you licked the shell of his ear.

"Maybe I'll keep it a surprise for you both." Papi growled before the car came to an abrupt stop, shocking you back to your seat.

You looked out your window to see you'd pulled up in front of the penthouse building. Daddy swung himself into the backseat and sighed lazily as he stretched out in the center seat.

"Hello, lovelies." he grinned at you both.

You both hummed hellos to your shared husband as Papi pulled back out into the street, following the water front North. Daddy happily hummed as you continued down the coast, not even noticing how you and Papi were looking around at each corner and light. You could hear him typing away on his phone, probably answering emails.

We might have to just tell him ourselves once we make it to France.

You should've known better to not underestimate how small Monaco truly was, and as most small towns were known for, news spread fast. And with a phone in his hand, Daddy was meant to catch up in record speed.

"What the fuck- did, wait, did you guys know about this?"

You feel the energy in the front seat shift as Daddy begins reading the urgent alert that came through. The urgent alert that alerted all of Monaco that one of their prized banks were just robbed.

"Who would be dumb enough to do that? Oh, fucks sake, it's gonna take that prick ages now to pay us back!" He groaned as you and Papi sat stiller than still in the front seat, "I mean, we are literally never going to see that money, and then we'll probably have to do something ridiculous to either scare him or-"

You bit your lip and refused to turn your head back as the silence dragged. Daddy wasn't dumb, he just sometimes took some time to put things together.

3...

2...

1...

"You guys fucking did not!" He exploded in the backseat, "Oh my god, no! Tell me, please, tell me you did not rob a bank without me?"

You couldn't even help it, you burst into hysterical laughter as Papi made a beeline for the border.

"We didn't." Papi said calmly before he turned to smirk at you, "We robbed that prick who owed us money."

"How could- you both- I mean, without me?" Daddy scoffed, "You just went off to get revenge and payment without me? Why, I never-"

“Daddy, I’m a demon. What do you expect me to do?” You snapped back playfully.

"Oh my god, I'm so horny and jealous." You laughed as Daddy leaned forward and rested his elbows on the sides of you and Papi's seats, "I mean, really?"

"Yeah..." you sighed before you began giggling again.

"Well, at least I didn't break any laws." Daddy smugly proclaimed, "I didn't do a thing!"

Papi was quick to rain on his parade, "Technically you're harboring two fugitives right now." he deadpanned.

"I'm being kidnapped!" Daddy yelled dramatically, "By two cruel thieves that put me in this backseat all alone, with no company or affection..."

"Oh god." you groaned as you listened to him belly ache and shift around in the backseat.

"M'so horny." Daddy's voice dropped, "Really."

"You've got hands." Papi replied sassily, but his gruff tone heavily implied he'd be pulling over once you got to France.

"My cruel lovers. The cruelest, depriving me-"

"Baby, come on-" Papi called over his shoulder, "you're so-

“I think I’m dying-

"-dramatic." Papi snorted.

"-and I wanted to tell you ‘I love you’ before I do.”

You huffed a laugh before waving your hand, “Okay, let’s work on one problem at a time.”

"Yes, let's get to France and then we'll worry about his dick."

You turned your head and smiled at Papi, "Sounds like a plan."

"You know what," Daddy interrupted your plotting, "I think I'm fine with whatever this is- your whole shared plans thing. Take the reins together anytime, makes me hard as fuck."

"Good to know."

It was going to be a long drive to the safe house.