#buy golf grips

[roboliam]

reading the reviews for "a little golf journey" on steam (trying to find if the demo save carries over into full game) and so many people are like "the game mechanics is just hitting a ball into a hole the only real challenge is getting the least amount of shots"

friend you are just describing golf. if you dont like golf, what on earth made you think you'd like a golf video game

[captain-huggy-bear]

can you do the tiktok prank i can’t pay the mortgage this month with clayton, i feel like his reaction would be so funny

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"Clay..." You're twisting your hands together, shoulders hunched while you bite on your lip. The sort of look that screams nervous, something you very rarely are around Clayton. It stops him dead in his tracks where he's playing with Lucky because you're never nervous like that around him, because you have no reason to be...you look like you think you're going to be in trouble.

"What's wrong, baby?" He's assessing you, eyes scanning you almost urgently from head to toe, like he expects to see something wrong with you. A cut, a bruise, maybe you accidentally broke something and think he'll be mad (which he'd never be).

"I'm really sorry..." He's expecting you to tell him you broke something, maybe knocked a glass off the side or maybe you tried to play some golf (which you're notoriously bad at) on the green outside and broke a window or something.

"Hey, hey, whatever it is, it's okay, baby." Clay's reaching for you easily, simply, hands cupping your cheeks because the last thing he wants is you to worry that he'll get mad at you for something like an accident. You're clumsy, it happens. Lucky is whining at your feet, feeding off Clay's worry, wet nose pressing into your leg.

"I just, I can't pay my share of the mortgage this month, Clay, I bought too many hockey cards." You force a little wobble to your bottom lip as you stare up at him with wide eyes, internally giggling at the way he freezes.

It would be fair to say he short circuits a little, freezes, hands against your cheeks as his expression shifts from soft and soothing to completely and utterly confused. Eyebrow raised, scar shifting with it as he looks down at you like you've hit your head, like maybe you're concussed.

"Sweet girl, you've never paid any of the mortgage." His voice is slow, careful because what are you going on about? You've literally never paid the mortgage, he's always refused to let you because he earns so much more than you.

"I just...I can't pay it..."

"Baby." Long fingers slide down to your throat, resting there in reassuring weight as his other hand brushes your hair behind your ear, "Even if you could, why the fuck would I let you pay a mortgage on a house when I earn $7 million a year?" It's a point of pride really for Clay, always has been. He takes care of you. That's his thing. He earns enough so that your own money can be spent on frivolous things, things you enjoy rather than necessities. The idea of him ever letting you pay for the mortgage is actually offensive to him, do you think he's some bum who can't even take care of his girl?

"But-"

"Uh, no. Who am I, baby?" The grip on your throat tightens, not painful, just firm, a reminder that he's there. More reassuring than anything as his thumb rubs the hollow of your throat.

"Clayton Keller..." You mumble it out, lips pursed which seems to him like you're feeling scolded. In reality you're pursing your lips so you don't laugh out loud.

"Good girl, and who am I to you?"

"My fiancé..."

"Okay, good, I thought you forgot for a minute because last I checked, no fiancé of mine is paying the fucking mortgage. That's my main job, to take care of you so that you don't have to worry and can buy all your hockey cards of me." Because they're almost all of Clay. It's your silly little thing. That you collect any and every card of him you can find, that you sit there and show him each one and he patiently nods his head and oohs and ahhs over them.

"Clay..." You're trying to stop his ranting, the way he's getting redder in the face, nostrils flaring because you've ever contemplated paying for the mortgage of all things. It's cute, in the sort of way that Clay can be when he's adamant about something.

"No, I'm serious, baby, if you think for a second I'd let you pay the mortgage you're insane. My job is to take care of you and if I ever let you pay the mortgage? Get Bainer to come beat the crap out me." He's already contemplating phoning Jack right now to set it in writing 'if I ever let my girl pay for the mortgage please take me out back and break my nose', seems like a quick way to get him back to his senses.

"Clay!"

"And who put this idea into your head because I actually canno-"

"Clay! I'm joking! Baby...I know, I know I've never paid the mortgage and I never will...I know." You're laughing as you interrupt him, arms wrapping around his neck, fingers twisting in his chains as you grin from ear to ear.

"...you're joking..." The looks he gives you is blank, eyes blinking slowly as if he's still just about processing the fact that he didn't actually need to get so upset in the first place. Lucky is whining at your feet, pawing at Clay's leg and you feel a little bad because Clay looks so so done.

"It's a stupid tiktok trend, baby..."

He groans, face planting itself on your shoulder, murmuring into your shirt, "Delete that fucking app."

"Nope, if I did that I'd never get to see you all cutely defensive of your ability to look after me." You run your fingers through his hair, it's grown longer, more shoulder length now than anything else. Your nails scratch across his scalp in a way that eases some of his prior frustration.

"I can take care of you."

"I know, you take such good care of me, Clay, the best." You huff out a laugh as you twist strands of his hair between your fingers, pressing a kiss to the top of his hair because you really do feel bad...

"Damn right I do."

[lavender-bun]

sucking off sub!rafe

PAIRING | sub!rafe x dom!female!reader

WARNING | 18+ only, smut, sub!rafe, use of mommy, oral (m receiving)

A/N | some sub!rafe cause I felt like it and because @chimindity motivated me to 🤭 this was kinda rushed and it's been awhile since I last wrote smut so...enjoy!

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You sigh when you hear the front door of Tannyhill slam shut, the sound echoing through the house all the way to Rafe's room where you're sprawled out on his bed, scrolling through your phone.

Rafe went for a golf session with Topper and the way he stomps his way to his room you know it probably didn't end well, which you'll probably hear him complain about the moment he enters the room.

Just like you predicted he pushes the door open, grumbling under his breath as he lets the bag with his clubs fall on the ground with a thud before letting himself fall back first onto his mattress beside you, his hand finding home on your ass, squeezing one time.

"How was golf?" You ask, your chin resting on your hand.

"Don't wanna talk about it." He mumbles and you turn your head to look at him smirking at the frown he has on his handsome face, his hair a little messed up.

"I know how to make you feel better..." You coo at him, now moving to straddle his hips, your phone discarded somewhere on the bed.

A smirk quickly forms on his face, placing his hands on your hips but you tsk at him, grabbing his wrists to put them back over his head, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

"Keep them there, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you, yea?" You say lowly, moving your head to start leaving kisses and small nibs on his neck.

Oh. It's one of those moments.

It's rare that Rafe lets you take control, to allow himself to be vulnerable in front of you but it's something he's started to embrace more often.

With a groan he tilts his head a little to the side to give you more access to mark up his neck in love bites, his hips lifting up to get some friction.

You pull back momentarily to grab the hem of his polo shirt, pulling it up and over his head, quickly going back down to capture his lips in a soft kiss as your hands wander down to undo the button of his pants.

Pulling down the zipper you reach into his pants, your hand moving over the already forming bulge, swallowing his choked whimper before pulling back to look down at him in awe. "Look at you, barely did anything and you're already hard."

"Can't help it..." He breathes heavily, his hands itching to touch you in any way but he refrains himself, knowing that if he listens you'll reward him for it. "Just need you."

"Bet you do. Don't worry, mommy's got you."

He moans out loud at that and not only because you start to stroke him over his boxers. You shuffle further down the bed, kissing your way down his chest to his happy trail.

"Lift your hips." You instruct him and he quickly obliges so you can pull his pants down together with his boxers just enough to let his fully hard cock spring free.

Rafe bites his lip as more whimpers and moans try to escape his mouth but you know he won't be able to keep them down for long.

The moment your hand makes contact with his skin he jerks his hips in surprise. "F-Fuck...please."

"Please what? Gotta be specific, hun." You murmur, squeezing his cock one time to hear him gasp.

"Anything...j-just move please." He stammers, gripping onto the bedsheets tightly.

"Good boy." You praise him, stroking his cock in an agonizingly slow motion, your thumb swiping over the head to use the precum as lubricant.

You keep jerking him off for a bit and Rafe can't contain his whimpers anymore when you suddenly wrap your lips around his cock.

"Shit...mommy." He rasps, his eyes squeezing shut from the pleasure. "Feels so good..."

As you move your head up and down you gag from time to time when he hits the back of your throat, knowing that the sound of that gets him even more riled up than he already is.

Rafe's in complete bliss, feeling his orgasm building up by the way you expertly suck him off, using your hand to stroke the bit that doesn't fit in your mouth.

"M'gonna- can I cum? Please mommy." He manages to choke out.

You tap his thigh two times to give him permission, just wanting to make your boy feel good and not tease him more than he needs.

Quickening up your pace you feel him twitch in your mouth, moving down as far as you could when he starts cumming down your throat, only pulling away the second his body relaxes.

You're both panting and you sit up to wipe the corners of your mouth, sucking the remains of his cum from your thumb, smiling at his blissed out expression as he comes down from his high.

"Better?" You ask softly.

He nods, mumbling breathlessly. "Fuck yes...thanks mommy."

You lean down so your chest is pressed against his, pecking his lips. "Anything for my boy."

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[nadvs]

okay so basically i was thinking that rafe and reader just had a kid and rafe has been neglecting them and reader for whatever reason and then topper or anyone comes over and since the kid hasn’t seen rafe in so long they end up calling them dad which rafe hears and gets mad at for a bit and then someone puts him in check and he apologizes to reader and starts putting more effort into the family🩷

🍓anon

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You don’t understand how Rafe can be so heartless.

Whenever your son smiles at you, dimples just like his father’s, you wonder how Rafe doesn’t miss him. How he can drift in and out of your home, hardly ever present.

Your relationship was once so joyful. You ran in the same social circles, eyes on each other at parties, when your mutual friend Topper finally introduced you to each other.

You hit it off and started dating and then, six months into your relationship, your life changed forever when you stood tense in your bathroom, a positive pregnancy test in your hand.

Rafe was shaken at first. He was shaken for a while. It wasn’t until he saw the screen at your first ultrasound that he could fully understand that you were bringing a human being into the world.

And then he settled into the role, feeling genuinely hopeful about the future for the first time in life. He found a beachfront condo for your growing family. He filled it with furniture. He started talking about all the things the three of you could do together.

But as your son grew, the stress got to the both of you, leading you into more and more arguments with each other. Rafe became cold and distant.

You tried to talk sense into him, tell him that if he was falling out of love with you, that was fine, but he had to love your child. Regardless, Rafe kept drifting away from both of you, your once solid family breaking apart and deteriorating.

One afternoon, you text Topper asking if he can buy and drop off diapers. Rafe was supposed to do it but he hasn’t been home in days. You don’t want to bother calling him, knowing he’ll just disappoint you.

When he comes by, you can see it in Topper’s expression that you look just as sad as you feel.

“You okay?” He’s standing outside the door, handing you the box of diapers.

“I’m so tired,” you admit, voice cracking. “He’s barely even home, Top. It’s like he’s checking out.”

Your son waddles towards you, arms spread out. You wipe away your tears and pick him up, forcing a smile for him.

When he looks at Topper and babbles dada, your heart shatters.

“That’s not dada,” you say, kissing your son on the cheek. You look to your friend. “Sorry. I’m kind of a mess right now. Thank you for dropping these off.”

Rafe is at the club, drinking a scotch and gazing out at the golf course, when his phone starts buzzing, Topper’s name on his screen. He answers with a tired drawl.

“Hey, man,” he hears on the other line. “You gotta get your shit together.”

“What?”

“Your girl’s not doing so good. And your kid thought I was his dad.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“She asked me to buy diapers,” Topper says. “Shouldn’t you be doing that?”

Rafe can only angrily hang up, his blood running hot. You’re calling other people for help? Really?

He finds your name in his phone and calls you. But you don’t answer.

It’s late when he finally comes home, carrying two big grocery bags.

You just got your son down to sleep and rush to the door, shushing Rafe as he walks in. He’s pissed off that the first thing you do when you see him is shush him.

“What’s all this?” you ask, looking at the full, heavy bags he’s carrying.

“Apparently, you got someone else to bring you diapers,” he says bitterly, “but I got everything else we need.”

“How would you know what we need?” you say tersely.

“Don’t give me shit right now,” Rafe mutters, placing the bags on the kitchen counter. He starts to put things away, loudly opening cupboards and drawers, when you grip his arm.

“You’ll wake him,” you scold. Rafe turns to look at you, his eyes narrowing.

“I did something good,” he says. “Can you show some goddamn appreciation?”

“Am I supposed to thank you for buying us food?” you snap. “It’s your job.”

Rafe hangs his head, sighing deeply as he rests his hands on the hard marble counter. You’re expecting him to keep arguing with you. But his next words come out strained.

“He thought Top was his dad?” he mumbles.

You cross your arms, feeling a sense of vindication.

“Yeah,” you say. “Can you blame him? He’s the only guy he’s seen around here in a long time.”

Rafe cracks his neck, pacing away from you as he breathes deeply, circling back towards you.

“Why’d you call him?” Rafe asks. He hates that another man provided for his family.

“What, and not you? Like you’re so reliable,” you mutter. “Where the hell have you been, Rafe?”

Rafe’s been living in a haze. He can’t forget your last argument when you screamed at him that if he didn’t love you, fine, but he had to love your son.

Fine. You’re fine if he doesn’t love you anymore.

Rafe has never cried in front of you. He always stifled it or left the room whenever he felt the thick threat of tears in his throat. He thought he had to be a man.

But at this point, he’s too weak to put up a front.

When Rafe starts sniffling, your heart drops. You’re in complete shock that he cares enough to cry about this.

You’re speechless. You stand across from him, just as still as you were the day you learned you were pregnant.

“Home,” he replies, voice thin. He’s been staying at the house, ignoring everyone. When he gets stir crazy, he goes to the club. Either way, he’s been a shell of himself, carrying his sorrow wherever he goes.

“This is home,” you say softly. You look down at the floor, your brows pinched. “What happened? We used to be…”

“What? In love?” he mutters.

“Happy.” You meet his glossy eyes. “Now all we do is fight.”

“And whose fucking fault is that?” he mutters. You scoff incredulously.

“It takes two, Rafe,” you snap. “Is that why you bailed? Because things got tough? Your baby needs you.”

“But do you need me?” he says. His words render you speechless. An even harder, colder tension grows between you.

“You said you’d be fine if I didn’t love you anymore,” he says lowly.

“I meant…” You take a deep breath. “Rafe, I’m… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t love me anymore,” he mutters. “You’ll leave. I’ll barely see him. What’s the point in delaying it?”

Your head is muddled. Normally, you’d put your hand on his when he spins out like this. Talk him down. But he has hurt you so much lately that touching him would feel unnatural.

“I’d never keep your son away from you,” you say.

“But you would break up me,” he says. You’re so angry at him that giving him any sort of reassurance feels like a betrayal to your pain. He doesn’t deserve the consoling.

But then you notice a tear roll down his cheek and your heart softens.

“Is that why you’ve been like this?” you ask.

Over the past few weeks, Rafe realized he was always scared of being abandoned. Under thick layers of anger and disdain, he fears inadequacy. And why not leave before he’s left?

He stares at you in silence, as if saying his fears out loud will make them come true.

“It’s not on me. You stopped loving me a long time ago,” you say, allowing him to see a crack in your armor.

“I never…” he begins resolutely. “I’ll never stop loving you.”

“And this is how you treat somebody you love? By giving up?” you say. “I’ve been doing everything alone. Do you have any idea how exhausted I am?”

Rafe pinches the bridge of his nose, the guilt he’s been repressing flooding him all at once. He knows he’s failing you. Failing your family.

He won’t say anything else. He can’t.

“If you’re sleeping here tonight, you can take the couch,” you say, pacing out of the kitchen. “I don’t want to even lie next to you.”

Rafe doesn’t give into the impulse to leave, even though his fears and anxieties are screaming at him to. He settles onto the couch. It takes him an hour to fall asleep.

When you wake up to your son’s crying from the nursery at dawn, you hear Rafe’s soft, tired voice consoling him. You drift back off into sleep, sure he’ll call you for help within minutes.

When consciousness slowly pulls you out of your slumber, you can tell by the brightness in your room that it’s well past sunrise. When you check your phone, you’re shocked to see that you slept until noon.

You head downstairs, your chest tightening when you see Rafe playing with your son, his smile bright.

Rafe’s blue eyes meet yours. He gave you the gift of rest, something you’ve been dying for.

“I’m not giving up,” Rafe says. “If you break up with me, I want to know that at least, I… I tried my hardest.”

“If you try your hardest, I won’t break up with you,” you tell him, still harboring hostility.

Instead of arguing with you, Rafe simply nods. You’re shocked he doesn’t have a nasty retort.

“I’ll take care of you,” he says, planting a kiss on your son’s head, earning giggles from him. “Both of you.”

His tone and gaze are so sincere that you almost believe him. It’ll take a while for you to trust him again, but he’ll wait it out as long as he needs to.

[scoonsalicious]

9.3 Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, violence toward inanimate objects, real talk.

Word Count: 2.2k

Previously On...: You're Bucky's guide on his first trip to a rage room.

A/N: Early today. Ugh, my professional life is trash atm, lol. Please enjoy this foray into fantasyland that keeps me sane.

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Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he had enjoyed himself so much. Or, rather, he supposed, he couldn’t remember the last time he enjoyed himself so much when it didn’t involve having sex with Major.

There was something so absolutely freeing about being allowed to smash shit to smithereens without having to worry about the repercussions of it, and Bucky was feeling liberated. He had to wonder if there wasn’t a secret part of Bruce that actually enjoyed it when “Hulk smash!” 

Once they’d donned their safety gear, Major had let them into the room, where a pounding rock track was blasting. The space was filled with… stuff. Everything from old televisions to china to fake walls.

Along the wall by the door they’d just entered was an array of tools under a painted sign that read “Choose Your Weapon.” There were baseball bats, sledgehammers, crowbars, axes– even a couple of golf club drivers. 

Nat had immediately gone for one of the axes, swinging it around and testing the balance in her grip. “This one’s mine,” she had announced delightedly. 

Bucky, meanwhile, opted for a sledgehammer, and Major picked up a wooden baseball bat. On her count, they set off to release any pent up rage.

Bucky immediately headed for one of the fake walls and began smashing away. The three shouted jokes and taunts at each other over the music as they went, and the hour that made up their appointment flew by in no time. 

Bucky watched as Major went to town on an old computer monitor, her face lit up like a Christmas tree. He couldn’t imagine how Lily could ever have a problem with him dating her, not when he watched her laugh and tease Nat over something the redhead had said. He gripped his sledgehammer tighter, anger at his best friend rising in his mind. 

She didn’t even know Major, he thought as he brought the hammer down onto a ceramic bust, shattering it. Where did she get off calling Major a bitch and a slut? He moved over to an old couch and began whacking on it. What gave Lily the right to say those things about someone she didn’t even know, just because he had feelings for her? Who did she think she was?

“Bucky!” Nat called out, but he didn’t hear her, his anger at Lily sending the blood pounding in his ears. He kept raising his sledgehammer over and over again, taking out his frustrations on the helpless piece of furniture.

“BARNES!” Natasaha shouted, and that permeated the fog,finally getting his attention.

“What?!” he snapped, unable to reign in his anger immediately, but instantly regretting it when he realized it was Nat who was speaking to him, and not Lily, like he had immediately imagined. 

“That couch do something to personally offend you?” she asked.

Bucky looked down. The couch before him was reduced to nothing more than splinters and stuffing. “Shit,” he laughed nervously. “I guess I let myself get a little carried away.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow at him. “I’ll say.”

Bucky sheepishly turned to Major, offering her an apologetic smile, but she was staring at the pile of debris before him, baseball bat hanging limply from her hand.

“Sugar?” he asked, but she didn’t seem to hear him, transfixed as she was on the destruction he had left in his wake. He took a step toward her, reaching out and putting his hand on her arm. At the contact, Major let out a gasp and pulled back, startled. 

“Sorry.” She blinked, seeming to come out of a trance. “I just… what did you say, Bucky?” 

He frowned, not liking the expression on her face. “You alright, doll?”

“Yeah,” she told him, a smile coming to her lips a little too late. “I’m good.” Her hesitation left a pit in the center of Bucky’s stomach. 

A beeping sounded throughout the room, indicating that their session had come to an end. 

“Alright,” Major said, looking around, her tone full of false cheer. “Let’s put our stuff back on the wall, and vacate the space so my staff can get it ready for the next group.” Without looking at either Bucky or Nat, she returned her baseball bat to its resting place on the wall. She opened the door and held it, waiting for them to follow.

Nat hung up her axe. “I’m going to run to the bathroom before we head down,” she told them both. She squeezed Major’s arm on her way out the door, leaving her and Bucky alone.

“Is everything alright, doll?” he asked her. 

She sighed and looked up at him. “Yeah,” she said. “I guess I just didn’t realize how… strong you really were?” She inclined her head toward the demolished couch. “That… um… that was something.”

Her words concerned him. God, had he frightened her? He didn’t think he could live with himself if he had scared her. He dropped his head. “Oh,” was all he could manage to say.

“Hey,” Major said gently, taking a step toward him and reaching out a hand to touch his elbow. “It just took me by surprise, that’s all. I mean, I knew you had super strength, but actually seeing it was something else.”

“It didn’t scare you?” he asked her with some trepidation. He wasn’t sure he wanted to really know, if he could stand the way she might look at him if she, too, thought him a monster.

“Scare me?” Major laughed, but when she noticed the expression on his face, she grew serious. “You seriously think you scare me? Bucky, no.” She made a point of taking his metal hand in both of hers, bringing it to her lips, and then up to cup her cheek. “You could never scare me.”

Bucky closed his eyes and released a breath. “I’m used to people seeing me as a murderer, a monster,” he told her. “I’ve gotten to the point where it doesn’t bother me if it comes from strangers, but if it came from you…” He left his thoughts hanging, the words unsaid. 

“You have nothing to worry about,” she told him, putting a hand on each of his cheeks. “I see you, Bucky Barnes. Not some monster. I never could. Don’t ever think that. I admit, I was startled, but that’s all, I promise.” She leaned up and kissed him lightly. “I wouldn’t lie to you. Not about anything, and most definitely not about that.”

“Thank you, doll.” Her words to him were a balm on a wound he thought he’d long healed, but apparently was capable of being reopened at any moment. 

“Of course, honey,” she replied, tucking her arm under his and ushering him out the door and into the hallway where Nat was waiting by the elevators. 

Bucky loved the feeling of Major pressed against him as they rode the elevator back down to the lobby, and though she told him he hadn’t scared her, he couldn’t shake the look she’d had on her face at his display of aggression. He never wanted to see a look like that cross her countenance again. 

The lobby was bustling with people waiting to be taken to their rage rooms when the three of them exited the elevator.

“I’m glad business is doing good,” Nat said, looking around the crowded lobby with a smile. “You deserve the success, Major.”

Major buried her face into Bucky’s shoulder, pleased. “Thanks, Nat,” she replied. “It still seems weird to think that we’re not operating in the red.”

“Was it difficult?” Bucky asked her, suddenly curious about what it had been like for Major at the beginning of her business. 

“Ugh, that’s a story for another time,” Major said. “When I’ve had a few drinks in me.”

“Hey, Major!” Zadie called once she had gotten the new group of people all checked in. “Package came for you while you were upstairs. I left it on your desk.”

Major let out a dejected sigh. “Well,” she said, turning to look up at Bucky with a forlorn expression, “I guess this means I have to get back to work. We’re still on for dinner tonight, though, right Bucky?”

He smiled down at her; as if he could have forgotten. “Of course, sugar. How ‘bout I meet you back here at five thirty, and we can figure out where to go?”

“That sounds wonderful,” she said, standing up on tiptoe to give him a quick kiss while Nat looked on with a knowing smile. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too, doll,” he replied. With a final farewell to Nat, Major turned and made her way back to her office, leaving him and the former assassin to make their exit.

“Don’t you dare hurt her,” Nat warned as they made their way into the lobby. 

Bucky turned to face her, halting in his steps. “What?” he spluttered. “Nat, I–I would never–”

“I know you don’t think you’d do it on purpose,” Natasha replied, “but your former girlfriends have a habit of getting their hearts broken and ending up miserable because of you. I’m telling you not to do that with Major. She’s a good person, and my friend. If you think that, once again, you’re going to let someone else call the shots on your relationship with her, you should let her go now, before she gets in too deep. She’s been hurt enough.”

“Nat,” he said, grabbing her arm and forcing her to look at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He sincerely didn’t. Who else would be calling the shots on any of his relationships if it wasn’t him? Yeah, it was true that his past relationships had ended messily, that the girls had been hurt, but… well, that wasn’t entirely Bucky’s fault, was it? Things just hadn’t worked out, for one reason or another. 

But with Major? Well, things were different with her. Bucky could feel it.

Nat gave him an appraising look, studying him as if she could read his mind through his facial expressions. “You really don’t, do you?” she mused. “It’s not my place to tell you her business, but Barnes–” she gave him a serious look– “if you let her get hurt because you can’t figure out where to draw a boundary, you and I are going to have a problem."

She gently pulled free of his grasp and made her way to the door of the building. Bucky paused for a moment, contemplating all that she had said, and wondering just what she had meant by any of it. Though, knowing Natasha, if she didn’t feel the need to explain it to him, there was no way he could get her to elaborate. 

As he was about to follow her out the door, he heard Major shouting for Zadie’s attention. He turned around and saw her angrily waving a thick manilla envelope in the air as she stalked toward the reception desk.

“Where did this come from, Zadie?” she asked in a tone Bucky had never heard her use before.

“Courier dropped it off, why?” Zadie asked. “What is it? Who’s it from?” 

“What company was the courier from?” Major continued, ignoring Zadie’s own questions. “Did they have a logo or anything like that?”

“Doll?” Bucky said as he stepped back toward the reception desk, concerned by the previously unseen agitation Major was displaying.

“Bucky!” Major exclaimed, as though surprised to still see him there. “I thought you left already.” She plastered on a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, and Bucky knew it was performative for his sake.

Bucky frowned. “What’s wrong, sugar? What’s in the envelope?”

Major’s eyes widened a fraction in alarm as she maneuvered to position the envelope behind her back. “It’s nothing, honey. Just… some business stuff. There’s no sender, so I need to figure out where it came from so I can make sure it gets dealt with properly.”

Bucky knew her explanation was bullshit, but he didn’t feel comfortable questioning her in front of her employee, so he let it slide. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No!” she exclaimed, a little too quickly, and then seemed to realize she’d nearly shouted at him. “No,” her voice was softer now, calmer, “but thank you. I appreciate that you want to help, though. That means a lot to me.”

Those words rang true; Bucky could tell that much. He sighed and took a step closer to give her a quick parting kiss. “If you’re sure, doll,” he said. 

“I’m sure,” she told him, then leaned in to whisper in his ear: “and if we were still having sex, I’d show you how appreciative I am.” She pulled back and grinned up at him.

“Gonna make me really regret that decision, huh?” he asked. He knew she was changing the subject, putting distance between them and the mysterious envelope, but he was willing to let it go for the time being. 

“Oh, most definitely,” she teased him. “At least until you change your mind.”

Bucky smiled at her. If she kept it up, he’d be changing his mind sooner than later. “Alright, I better get going before Nat comes looking for me,” he said, taking a step back from her. “I’ll see you at five thirty, yeah?”

“Don’t be late,” Major called after him. As if he would ever be late for her.

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[countryclubkook]

a/n: the thought of rafe having an inspection kink actually drives me insane

rafe buys you tons of mini skirts all the time because he loves to do daily inspections, especially when golfing. he’ll pull you over to the side when he’s out with topper and kelce and bend you over the golf cart seats while pulling your skirt up over your ass telling you he has to make sure your pussy still reacts to him the same way. he’ll pull your underwear to the side and slowly slide his middle finger up and down your slick folds before spreading your pussy apart, getting on his knees and sticking his tongue inside your dripping hole. your hands gripping the leather seats trying to be quiet so the others don’t look over and see what’s going on. he’ll take his thumb and rub your clit until you give him your sweet release and stand up, sticking two fingers inside you to push your cum back inside and feel how you squeeze his fingers before telling you that you’ve passed and that he’ll give you a reward when you get home. the rest of the time you spend golfing consists of clenching your thighs together at the feeling of your cum pooling in your panties and the excitement of what rafe will do to you when you both get home.

[rafesgoldrings]

would love to see what exactly occurred when rafe slapped our ass black and blue for bitching too much 🤭 and whether he got any of the other kooks involved or he took this on as his responsibility…

(edit: adding a little more to this because I thought of more🫶🏻)

You were pissed, fully prepared to brat to your hearts content when Rafe, Topper, and Kelce came over. They hadn’t paid you nearly enough attention lately, hadn’t bought you any new gifts, too fucking busy golfing and partying to pay attention to you. You’d complained to each of them individually, and then to all of them at once in the group chat. Telling them that you were bored, that they weren’t answering fast enough, that they needed to answer you now or buy you something to make up for it. It’s all they heard for the last few days and they were getting fed up, part of it was their fault, they spoiled you too much, but you were bitching just a little too much for their liking. All of you were supposed to hang out at your place that weekend, ready to make it up to you then. So when they walked into your living room, they expected their usual greeting, a kiss to their lips and a hello, but when they walked in? You’d walked over and slapped Rafe in the face, hard, and walked back to your couch. Sitting with a loud huff, arms crossed and brows furrowed. Rafe touched his face, tracing the hot splotch your hand left, jaw clenched and tongue sucking his teeth. You knew you fucked up, you knew it was soon as your hand made contact, but it was already done. He’d stormed over to you, hand harshly gripping your upper arm and bending you over the arm of the couch. He ripped off the tiny skirt you had on, smirking when he saw you had no panties on and telling the boys to watch him , and slapped your ass. “Ow, that fucking hurts you dick. First you abandon me, no gifts or anything, and now you’re hurting me.” you whined, a harsher slap landed on your ass followed by a firm ‘shut the fuck up’. Then you’d heard that sound, the sound you both dreaded and desired, his belt buckle being undone. It wasn’t but a few seconds later the rather made contact with your right ass cheek, a loud crack filling the room and echoing off the walls as the welt began to show. He moved on to the left one, the same cracking noise filling the room as you tried to squirm away. He’d brought your hands behind your back and held them there, moving his legs to tangle with yours and hold you in place as he kept up with his relentless attack. You could feel your cunt dripping, the sticky arousal coating your inner thighs, leaking more and more with each whip of the belt. The boys watched in pure satisfaction, knowing if you couldn’t handle it you’d let them know, eyes moving to the glistening on your thighs and dripping hole. Your ass was on fire, sore and hot to the touch, but Rafe kept going. Tears cascaded down your face like a crystal river, small drops falling onto the couch. “3 more. Count them and fucking thank me you fucking brat”

He’d brought the belt down again “O-one. Thank y-you Rafe”

Again “Tw-o. T-thank you Rafe”

Again, but this time you forgot to answer, head too empty to remember.

“I said,” the hand not holding the belt letting go of your hands and moving to wrap around your throat to squeeze it, loving the way you gasped for air “Fucking count. You’re not that much of a dumb slut to do that right? You’re so smart yeah, our smart girl? So try that again” he’d coo, releasing your throat as you coughed and caught your breath.

One final crack of the harsh leather against your ass “Thr-ee. Thank you R-Rafe”

“Good girl baby, all done now okay? Did so so good for me sweet girl” his voice soft and gentle, his hands caressing the bruised and broken skin. He’d cleaned you up, having the others grab some ointment to rub on the broken areas of skin, before the three of them admired Rafe’s handy work, splotches of red, purple, black, and blue covering your ass. He let go of your body, moving to sit on the couch, before pulling you into his lap and smirking at the hiss you let out. Ass sore and sensitive.

“Let this serve as a reminder not to ever fucking do that shit again. Not to me, not to Kelce, not to Topper. If something is bothering you, you talk to us and tell us how to fix it like the big girl you are princess” you’d nodded your head, curling into Rafe’s chest as the other two began rolling a joint.

Safe to say, you never dared brat that way again. Especially not towards Rafe, it took several weeks for the bruises to go away and for you to be able to sit properly.

Tag List: @sweetestdesire @congratsloserr @xyzstar @madelynie

[i2sunric]

specific things ricky would say and do to drive reader crazy? scenarios included too🙈

(I LITERALLY SAW A VIDEO ON PINTEREST ABOUT THE LAST POINT AND IT SCREAMED RICKY!/!/‘sehekbs)

shen ricky has many hobbies, some of them come from his rich history, like playing golf with his relative - the ones from his father’s side - during the weekend, or compulsive shopping, buying clothes and accessories he’ll wear once in a life time. some others are more humble, like painting or reading french books.

however, he must say his favourite one is teasing you. he just loves to see your cheeks tint with blush and how you become so flustered you can’t even form a grammatically correct sentence. he has many ways to do it, some particular ones are:

1. — pet names

ricky just loves to call you pet names, his favourite ones are ‘baby’ or ‘princess’ though sometimes ‘darling’ escapes his pretty lips as well. all of them usually are preceded by my, just to underline you belong to him. it would be good if he called you like that inside the comfortable walls of your house, however ricky called you princess even when you were ordering some food, or when you were at a family dinner with your soon in-laws. you, being so shy about it always blushed and lightly hit him, asking him to stop, only fuelling the cocky grin he had on his face “why are you so shy? aren’t you my pretty princess? my girl?” he says, receiving another hit from you

rest under cut !

2. — suggestive jokes

oh, ricky is not someone to initiate things, especially during daytime. he usually prefers fucking you right in a fancy hotel suite with only the lighting of a candle, or in the comfort of your bed. he also validates your feelings and would prefer if it was you to ask him to do it. however, ricky’s actions don’t match his words at all. it could be the most innocent moment, such as you looking at a shop window while you two are having a romantic walk until ricky’s hands place on your waist, holding you still while his head moves closer to your ear, whispering “your fingertips would look so gorgeous as i fuck you from behind while your pretty face is mouthing on this shop window.” making you gasp so loudly everyone turns around to you “ricky.” you would nag at him as he giggles softly “what baby? don’t you think the same?” he teases, hands still gripping on your waist, leaving small kisses on your neck before pulling away, looking so innocent.

3. — late evening make out sessions

the last but not least thing he does is drinking wine while wearing his black suit - a deadly combo for your heart -, the one he knows you love so much. he’d be sitting on the chair, inside his studio, waiting for you to check up on him after he worked the whole day, barely seeing your face. you knock softly on the door, a faint “baby?” from the other side of the door was just enough to make him smile “come in.” he says, manspreading on the chair, holding the glass of red wine with his bony and big hand. ricky eyes you up and down, noticing how you were only wearing a black leather jacket with a small skirt. too small for his likings.

“hi.” you smile, he places the wine down on the table and takes you by your leg, pulling you until you’re basically obligated to sit on his lap (not like you’re complaining), your legs resting on his other lap. he kisses you softly, asking how your day went and what you did. he caresses your thighs, pulling your dress down so you’re more covered, eyeing you with a nagging expression. his grip on your back is steady while his other hand wanders all over your body, feeling you. your lips connect, lips dancing together, like two calamities they can’t seem to be disconnected. ricky’s hand goes down to your thigh, gripping and leaving his fingers marks on it. your arms wrap around his neck, your teeth biting softly his bottom lip, making him groan. you two felt like a whole person. and so, the evening went on with swollen lips and small ‘i love you’s whispered, until he took you to bed and cuddled you until you both fell asleep.

[trensu]

an excerpt of the newest chapter of the halfway house fic based on this past post. Enjoy :)

“Steve, come get your furry little menace! He’s chewing up my laces again,” Robin grumbled.

“Maybe if your laces are ruined, you’ll finally buy a new pair of shoes,” Steve snarked. Steve walked to the living room to find Robin attempting to tie her old Converse only to snatch back her hands every time the kitten took a swipe at the laces in question. “He’s just a baby. He wants to play.”

“He can get his own laces to play with, then. And there’s nothing wrong with my shoes. I’m not going to go buy new shoes when these are perfectly functional. And my favorite color.”

Steve scooped the kitten up even as he kept reaching for the laces and cuddled him to his chest. Steve rubbed gently behind the kitten’s ears until the kitten relaxed into tiny purrs.

“What do you think, Dustin? Should Robin get new shoes? Raise your paw if you agree with me,” Steve said. He lifted the kitten’s right paw and waved it a bit, making the kitten squirm. “See, he agrees with me.”

Robin snorted and rolled her eyes at his teasing smile. “I still can’t believe you named him Dustin.”

The kitten chose that moment to start climbing up Steve’s shirt to reach his shoulder. His tiny claws pricked at Steve’s skin through the thin fabric but they were so small, they barely hurt at all. Steve laughed as the kitten settled on his shoulder and began to mew at the top of his lungs.

“It’s not my fault he looks like a Dustin,” Steve insisted. When he brought the kitten home two days ago, Robin tried to name him something else but Steve put his foot down about it. He found the kitten, and he thought the kitten was a Dustin, so no other name was allowed. 

Dustin let out another mew so loud he nearly toppled over. Steve pulled him off his shoulder with an amused huff. Dustin wriggled incessantly in his hands. Steve lost his grip on him but thankfully he had gotten him close enough to the ground by then that the fall was negligible to a cat.

“Okay, okay, we’ll play for a little while, you needy baby.”

He and Robin were waiting for payday to run to the pet store for more supplies. They were lucky that their neighbor across the hall had an old litter box that her cat had outgrown, and a couple of spare food bowls. She had even given them a few cans of wet food, cooing over the kitten all the while. Dustin, apparently, was a charming little guy. He obviously took after Steve. Robin had punched him on the arm when he said as much.

In the meantime, they were using old bits of string and a little orange ball Robin had stolen back when they worked at a mini-golf place. The kitten seemed to enjoy them well enough but Steve planned on getting him fancier playthings and some catnip. He rolled the ball across the floor and the kitten chased after it. He pounced on it, wobbly, which sent the ball rolling again for another chase. Steve laughed. Robin giggled along with him.

“He’s lucky he’s adorable. Otherwise we’d be having problems, him and I,” Robin said with a grin. Her mischievous demeanor softened slightly. “I’m glad you found him, you big old softie. Now you can stop moping so much.”

Steve ducked away when she reached to ruffle his hair. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve said, lightheartedly. “Maybe if I do a good job with him, someone will finally let me have a kid.” 

The kitten had apparently gotten bored of the ball and was attempting to climb up the back of the couch. Steve quickly grabbed him so he would damage the upholstery. He booped the kitten’s nose.

“What do you think, baby? Will I be a good dad? Be honest.”

Dustin grabbed his finger and gnawed at it while making the most precious sounds. A purring mew.  Steve’s heart melted; though from what he had read, he really shouldn’t let Dustin get accustomed to using his hands as playthings.

Steve resigned himself to losing half his paycheck to cat toys.

Continue on Ao3

ps: i do not do reader tag lists or whatever those things are called. i tag all my writing with 'trensu tells stories' so please just follow that tag if you wanna keep up with my stuff, thank you

[ladylooch]

I would love to contribute to this conversation 😈

Timo and Emma absolutely roleplay (gotta change things up sometimes)

1. Businessman Timo! Gives him an excuse to put on a nice fucking suit and pull out his sleekest car! Mr. Meier needs to blow off some steam after a hard day at work

2. MILF Emma (is it roleplaying if she already is one???) anyways, she likes to know she’s still got it, so she gets real dressed up to go out with T—but separate so he can keep an eye on her while guys hit on her, then he takes her home at the end of the night to enjoy his HOT ASS WIFE

3. (Throwing it back to that golf photo…) GOLFER AND CADDY. HOOKING UP AGAINST A TREE WHEN HE SHANKS THE BALL AFTER EMMA BENDS OVER IN HER LIL SKIRT

4. Tennis coach and student. That is all.

Babe I could keep goinggggg

🤣🍻

.... speechless... squeaking... sobbing... panting... passing out.

The way I want to explore every. single. one. of. these. 🤌🏻🥵

18+ below

Don't ask me for a favorite, I don't have one cause it's all of them. But I'll give a line or two of dialogue for each one. Cause I'm a giver 🫢

Timo holds Emma's door for her as she slides in, red dress plunging along her cleavage for a deep peek. Timo trails his eyes from there to his wife's eyes where she quirks an amused eyebrow. "What? I missed you this week when I was gone. Almost forgot what they looked like." "How can that be when you saw them on FaceTime?" "haha, thanks for that." He grins as he slides into the driver's side. He starts the German sports car, smirking at the quiet purr. He reaches over to Em's thigh as he back out of the garage. His fingers go all the way to the apex of her thighs. He brushes her over the fabric of her panties, feeling her heat. Em stretches her back out, opening her legs a bit more while looking at him with wanting eyes. "Keep going and we won't be making it out of this driveway."

2. (this one realllllly got me. REALLLLYYYY got me.) Three men have come and gone from the spot next to his man-eating wife, all of them buying her a drink. He can tell from here she is buzzed and extra flirty. He takes the final sip of his whiskey neat, then walks across the bar to come behind her. He slips his hand under her curled hair, grabbing the back of her neck. He arches her face towards his. Her brown eyes are black when they meet his. He hardens as her finger tips brush across his zipper. "You ready for a real challenge?" "Only if he's going to fuck me in his expensive car." Timo's devilish grin shines in the dark bar as Emma sucks his thumb into her mouth. Timo prays their son is asleep when they get home to relieve Nico and Lexi.

3. *hard slap* "Oh my god." Timo moans as he grips Em's skirt in his hand after smoothing his mark on her. "Baby, you're ripping my skirt." Emma whimpers over her shoulder to him. "Sorry." He murmurs against her neck, heavy breathing matching his wife. "Are you sure no one can see us?" Emma whispers anxiously. Timo stares at her large diamond wedding rings contrasting with the tree bark she is anchored to. "I have no fucking idea, baby. But I do know there is no way I'm stopping now."

4. "Show me again?" Em murmurs innocently, then brushes her ass against her husband's growing front as he shows her the swing again. Timo rests his forehead against her shoulder. "Can you beat me already, so we can leave? I know you've been playing tennis since you were little." He asks. Emma snorts out a laughing, letting her ponytail rest against his shoulder for a moment. "Secrets out. Let's go home." She tosses her racket to the ground, leisurely walking off the court.

What a gift you are 😘

[nextnewgolf]

Finding Quality Preowned Golf Clubs in the UK: Your Ultimate Guide

When it comes to golfing, having the right equipment can significantly impact your performance on the course. Preowned golf clubs are an excellent choice for affordable options without compromising quality. This comprehensive guide will explore the benefits of purchasing preowned golf clubs in the UK and provide valuable insights to help you find the best deals.

I. The Advantages of Choosing Preowned Golf Clubs Investing in preowned golf clubs offer several advantages for golfers of all skill levels. Here are some key benefits:

1.1. Cost Savings without Sacrificing Quality: By opting for preowned golf clubs, you can save a significant amount of money compared to buying new clubs. These clubs often retain their performance capabilities and provide exceptional value for money.

1.2. Access to Premium Brands at Affordable Prices: Preowned golf clubs offer an opportunity to own premium brands that might have been out of your budget when purchasing new. You can enjoy the performance and craftsmanship of top brands without breaking the bank.

1.3. Wide Selection and Variety: The preowned golf club market provides a wide selection of clubs, including different brands, models, and specifications. This allows you to find clubs that suit your playing style, preferences, and skill level.

II. Exploring the Preowned Golf Club Market in the UK To find the best-preowned golf clubs in the UK, it's essential to know where to look. Here are some popular options to consider:

2.1. Online Marketplaces: Online platforms such as eBay, Golfbidder, and Second Hand Golf Clubs offer a vast inventory of preowned golf clubs in the UK. These platforms connect buyers and sellers, providing a convenient and extensive selection.

2.2. Local Golf Shops and Pro Shops: Visit local golf and pro shops, which often have a dedicated section for preowned golf clubs. The advantage of shopping locally is the opportunity to physically inspect and test the clubs before purchasing.

III. Tips for Buying Preowned Golf Clubs in the UK When buying preowned golf clubs, consider the following tips to ensure a successful purchase:

3.1. Research and Compare: Take the time to research different brands, models, and club specifications that align with your needs. Compare prices, conditions, and customer reviews to make an informed decision.

3.2. Evaluate Club Condition: Carefully assess the condition of preowned golf clubs before finalizing your purchase. Look for signs of wear, such as scratches, dents, or worn-out grips. Avoid clubs with significant damage or signs of poor maintenance.

3.3. Consider Seller Reputation and Return Policies: If buying online, check the seller's reputation and reviews to ensure a trustworthy transaction. Review the seller's return policies and warranty options to protect yourself if the clubs do not meet your expectations.

IV. The Preowned Golf Club Buying Experience in the UK Buying preowned golf clubs in the UK is an exciting process. Follow these steps to make the most out of your experience:

4.1. Set a Budget: Determine and stick to your budget range; it will help narrow your options and ensure you find the best clubs within your price range.

4.2. Seek Expert Advice: Consult with golf professionals, enthusiasts, or friends who have experience with preowned golf clubs. Their insights and recommendations can guide you toward the best choices.

4.3. Test and Trial: Test the preowned golf clubs before purchasing. Many golf or pro shops offer club fitting services, allowing you to try different clubs and find the perfect fit for your swing.

Conclusion:

Purchasing preowned golf clubs in the UK is an excellent way to enjoy quality equipment while saving money. With a wide range of options available online and in local stores, golfers have the opportunity to find the perfect clubs to enhance their game. Following the provided tips and considering the advantages of preowned clubs, you can embark on an exciting journey of discovering high-quality golf clubs without breaking your budget.

[anewgolfusa]

How to Build a Women’s Golf Wardrobe This Season?

Women's golfers require beautiful, comfortable, and functional gear for a successful season. The appropriate Women's Golf Clothing and accessories will help you look and feel amazing while working hard. Buy important elements to improve your golfing experience, regardless of your skill level. Let us examine this season's closet essentials.

Comfortable Shirts

Comfort is the most crucial Women's Golf Clothing feature. In hot weather and long games, you will need something that is comfortable and cool. Shirt fabrics that wick sweat are ideal. Polo shirts are great for women's golf since they are traditional and airy. Choose one with short, long, or no sleeves according to your style and weather. Many businesses now make UV-protective garments for sun protection. A good-fitting shirt increases your range of motion, which helps you swing smoothly.

High-Quality Bottoms

Women's golf bottoms come in various styles, but they must all be comfortable, flexible, and fashionable. Comfortable materials must maintain their fashionable appeal regardless of your chosen shorts, skirts, or pants style. You should choose skirts or shorts which contain inner shorts to provide both convenience and protection. These are excellent for bending or more significant motions. Golf trousers appear better in chilly weather and are ideal for that. Choose light, elastic materials for comfort when moving. Bendable waistbands and moisture-wicking fabrics are favored in golf pants. This ensures the trousers fit and are comfy. Basic hues like black, white, and green go with many things. Add colour and pattern to personalise the area.

Comfortable Footwear

The shoes you wear when playing golf affect your comfort and performance. Long golf rounds should be gentle on your feet, and your shoes should have non-slip bottoms to keep you grounded. Spikeless soles make many modern shoes more flexible and grippier. Walking the path might be hard on your feet, so get shoes that fit and support your joints. Air-flowing leather or mesh keeps feet cool. Choose shoes that look beautiful and operate well, like white leather or sports shoes.

Functional Gloves

Good golf gloves provide grip and comfort, prevent blisters, and stabilise your club. Most women's golf gloves are sturdy and flexible leather or synthetic. Choose gloves that fit properly without being too tight to allow for finger movement. Modern gloves contain mesh panels for airflow, which is useful in hot weather. You may need many pairs if you play in different weather. Even if functionality is essential, gloves come in numerous styles and colors, so you may select one you enjoy.

Quality Golf Bags

A luxury designer golf bagis more than a club holder. It shows off your flair and meets your course demands. Consider its weight, capacity, and portability when purchasing a golf bag. Lightweight bags are excellent for walking since they do not strain your back. A larger bag with more capacity for tees, balls, and other stuff may be better if you prefer a cart. Stand and cart golf bags have various perks. Wheels or cushion straps make sure bags are more straightforward to handle. There are many attractive golf bags in different hues and styles so that you can match your style. To keep your belongings sorted and accessible, get a decent bag that looks good and performs well.

Conclusion

This season's elegant and functional golf wardrobe for ladies requires comfortable, handy, and stylish clothes—every component of your golf wardrobe matters, from cool shirts to flexible bottoms and supportive shoes. Finally, acquire nice golf gloves and bags. Any ANEW Golf attirecan give you confidence, comfort, and style on the course.

[nevermindallgolf]

Shine Bright on the Green – The Aesthetic of Top-Quality Golf Accessories

Golf goes beyond being a sport because it showcases your personal style while demonstrating your focus and individuality. The right accessories improve game results and create a stylish appearance during golf play. The combination of special details, including a gold golf ball and perfect footwear, creates an enhanced golfing experience.

High-quality golf accessories improve performance while creating an elegant appearance. Follow these tips to improve your golf game and boost your performance at the same time.

The Power of a Gold Golf Ball – A Symbol of Prestige

Gold golf balls enhance both personal style and status during your golf game. Its unique color lets players see their ball better, plus it gives their golf set a stylish appearance.

Why Choose a Gold Golf Ball?

The reflective gold surface helps you spot the ball during flight and find it on the green more easily.

The color gold brings success feelings to any golf set as a premium addition.

Top-quality coatings keep the shine going strong while maintaining normal ball performance.

A fine-made gold golf ball delivers perfect balance and precision along with exceptional touch to match its stylish appearance.

The Importance of Footwear – Elevate Performance with the Right Golf Shoes

The correct golf shoes give players a good position to hit from while keeping them steady and at ease. Your choice of golf shoes impacts how well you grip the ground while staying steady throughout long playing sessions.

When buying golf shoes for women, look for these qualities:

Your feet stay balanced better during swings, and you avoid slipping when using this shoe type.

The material lets air pass through to keep you comfortable by stopping heat and sweat build-up.

The design uses light materials to boost movement while still offering proper support.

The shoes defend your feet from sudden weather changes during your golf game.

Golfers must buy golf shoes for women based on how well they fit and stay durable while creating a fashionable ensemble.

Gloves and Grips – Small Accessories, Big Impact

Using proper gloves and club grips helps you maintain better control and reduces hand tiredness while keeping a reliable grip under different weather conditions. Designs that put comfort first help women golfers reach their highest level of accuracy.

Premium golf gloves have important design elements that help players perform better.

The sweat-absorbing material keeps your grip secure by preventing any slipping.

The glove component adjusts to hand movement so you can swing freely.

The product works best in both hot and chilly weather conditions.

Golf gloves help golfers perform better and create a professional look that finishes their sportswear.

Stylish Golf Bags – A Fusion of Functionality and Elegance

A golf bag serves both its purpose and shows your personal style while making your game more comfortable. You can find golf bags made for simple carrying or made from high-end leather materials to suit your personal style.

What Makes a Great Golf Bag?

The large storage areas help you reach clubs and gear without difficulty.

The ergonomic straps make carrying easier and lighten the load on your body.

Weatherproof construction safeguards clubs against water damage.

A beautiful design improves the entire golf experience for players.

The golf bag becomes part of your style while also serving its performance functions, so it demands selection based on design and usability.

The Bottom Line

All golf accessories work together to improve golfers' enjoyment of their sport, including the visual appeal of gold balls and the practical benefits of high-quality footwear. Choose accessories that look great while serving their intended performance function. Your golf experience improves when you purchase top-quality equipment and female golf shoes.

[kicksaddictny]

Introducing Reebok Golf

Reebok is making a bold comeback in the performance golf category with the launch of Reebok Golf, a full-scale footwear and apparel franchise designed for both pros and newcomers. Combining innovation with heritage, the brand aims to bring a fresh perspective to the sport while maintaining its legacy of high-performance athletic gear.

Introducing the Nano Golf – A Game-Changer on the Green

Leading the charge is the Nano Golf Shoe ($130 MSRP), Reebok’s first on-course performance golf shoe. Already seen on Bryson DeChambeau and his LIV Golf team, Crushers GC, the Nano Golf is built for stability, comfort, and grip, featuring:

Floatride Performance Foam for responsive cushioning

Lightweight, breathable Flexweave Upper for all-day comfort

TPU Torsion Shank for unmatched stability on the course

“It’s an honor to usher in Reebok’s return to golf with the debut of the Nano Golf, a performance golf shoe that offers premium performance support while focusing on innovation and style to expand the sport to new athletes,” said Crushers GC captain Bryson DeChambeau.

More from Reebok Golf: Elevated Performance & Style

Question Golf ($180 MSRP) – Inspired by Allen Iverson’s iconic Question sneaker, this golf-ready version features full-grain leather, a suede toe cap, and a spikeless crystal outsole for style on and off the course.

OG Pump Golf ($200 MSRP) – A classic reimagined, this shoe blends Reebok’s legendary ‘Pump’ technology with a weatherproof pebbled leather upper and a heritage-inspired saddle design.

Apparel Collection – Ranging from performance polos and outerwear to pants and shorts, all featuring RBK-DRY moisture control for breathability. A Reebok x Bryson DeChambeau co-branded apparel line is also in the works.

Launch Date & Where to Buy

The Reebok Golf franchise officially drops on March 25 at Reebok.com and select retailers worldwide. Stay tuned for updates and shop the collection at: Reebok Golf.

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You’d teased him all fucking day. Wearing that short skirt and swaying your hips, wearing that pretty blouse he’d bought you that perfectly accentuated your pretty tits and pushing them together so your cleavage was fully on display for him, but the final straw? When you’d walked in front of him, insisting you’d place his golf ball on the tee this time, and bent over revealing your bare cunt. Luckily he was alone today, Top and Kelce busy with something, or he would’ve bent you over his knee right then and there for being such a whore around his friends. When you heard him let out a groan, you smirked in satisfaction, then you felt his hand roughly grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the golf cart. He took you back to the club, telling you get out and go to his Range Rover, letting out a harsh exhale when he saw the wet spot you’d made on the leather seat. He couldn’t be bothered enough to clean it, if it bothered the club that badly then he’d buy them a new one, he just wanted to get back to his truck and deal with you. You couldn’t seem to stop squirming in the passenger seat, too excited thinking about what he was going to do to you. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were white, jaw clenching and foot stepping on the gas. When you finally got to his place, he’d walked over and opened your door, dragging you out of the truck with a firm grip, slamming it shut and dragging you inside the house, pushing you towards his room. Once you were inside, he’d shut and lock the door, tell you to fucking strip and bend over the desk he had. You knew you’d pushed your luck with him as much as you could today so you did as he said, the cold surface meeting your bare skin, tits smushed against it as you waited. “Such a fucking brat. This what you wanted baby? For me to smack this pretty ass until it was nice and bruised?” his hands caressing it as you pushed your hips up desperate for something, moaning in response. You felt his hand come down against your ass, firm and fast just like he always started out with. Then his hand came down again and again, each hit harder than the last. You’d try swatting his hand away when the pain started to increase, but that only got them pinned behind your back, his hand continuing the brutal attack. He’d give you 10 more firm hits before he stopped, licking his lips at the sight of your ass all red and bruises starting to form, arousal dripping down your thighs. His hand would rub against your clit, loving the small whimper you let out as you jerked forward.

“Put your fucking clothes on now slut. You aren’t coming today” was all he said, walking out of his bedroom leaving you wet and needy.

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Titleist Pro V1’s: The Ultimate Golf Ball for Performance

Golf is more than just a game—it’s a passion. Every golfer knows that the right equipment makes a difference. Among the essential golf accessories, the Titleist Pro V1 stands out as a premium choice. Whether you are a professional or an amateur, this golf ball offers exceptional distance, excellent greenside spin, and consistent flight. But what makes it so special? Let’s explore.

Unmatched Performance with Titleist Pro V1

The Titleist Pro V1 golf ball is designed for total performance. With its 388 tetrahedral dimple design, it delivers a penetrating flight with a controlled trajectory. Golfers experience a lower long game spin, allowing for improved distance while maintaining precision on the greens.

Key Features:

Exceptional Distance – The Pro V1 maximises distance while ensuring accuracy.

Excellent Greenside Spin – Ideal for short games, giving players better control.

Consistent Flight – The aerodynamics ensure steady performance in various conditions.

Low Long Game Spin – Reduces spin off the tee, resulting in longer and straighter shots.

Titleist Pro V1 vs. Pro V1x

While both models deliver outstanding results, Tirleist Pro V1x offers a slightly different experience:

Pro V1 – Softer feel, lower long game spin, and penetrating trajectory.

Pro V1x – Firmer feel, higher flight, and more spin on approach shots.

Exploring Other Titleist Golf Balls

If you’re looking for alternatives, Titleist provides other high-quality options:

Titleist AVX Golf Balls – Lower spin with a softer feel.

Titleist TruFeel Golf Balls – Ultra-soft feel with good distance.

Titleist Velocity Golf Balls – Designed for extreme distance.

More Than Just Golf Balls

Titleist isn’t just about golf balls; it extends to premium golf accessories:

Golf Shoes – Designed for stability and comfort on the course.

Golf Gloves – Ensuring a firm grip for better performance.

Golf Clubs – Precision-engineered for different playing styles.

Polo Shirts & Golf Clothing – Stylish and functional apparel.

Golf Pride Grips – Enhancing the feel and control of your clubs.

Why Choose Titleist?

Performance & Innovation

Titleist constantly pushes the boundaries of golf technology. Analytics play a crucial role in refining their products. The brand utilises Google Universal Analytics and performance cookies to enhance customer experience, ensuring relevant ads and related content for future sessions.

Exceptional Customer Service

Titleist offers a price match guarantee, ensuring competitive pricing. Whether you’re buying a dozen golf balls or a package set, their customer service team ensures satisfaction.

Trusted by Golfers Worldwide

From casual players to professionals, golfers trust Titleist for total performance. Whether you play in the United Kingdom or anywhere else, the Titleist Pro V1 remains a top choice.

FAQs

What makes Titleist Pro V1 golf balls special?

The Titleist Pro V1 offers exceptional distance, excellent greenside spin, and consistent flight with a 388 tetrahedral dimple design for optimal performance.

How does Pro V1 differ from Pro V1x?

Pro V1 has a softer feel, lower long game spin, and penetrating trajectory, while Pro V1x offers a firmer feel, higher flight, and more spin on approach shots.

Are there alternative Titleist golf balls?

Yes, Titleist AVX (lower spin, softer feel), TruFeel (ultra-soft feel, good distance), and Velocity (extreme distance) provide great alternatives.

What other golf accessories does Titleist offer?

Titleist provides golf shoes, gloves, clubs, polo shirts, golf pride grips, and other golf clothing to enhance your game.

Does Titleist offer a price match guarantee?

Yes, Titleist ensures competitive pricing with a price match guarantee and exceptional customer service for all purchases.

Final Thoughts

Golf demands precision, and the right ball makes all the difference. The Titleist Pro V1 delivers unmatched performance, lower long game spin, and consistent flight. Whether you seek exceptional distance or excellent greenside spin, this ball enhances your game. Explore Titleist golf balls, clubs, and accessories to experience golf at its finest. Ready to elevate your game?

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