#buy golf grips

[27treks]

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

[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.

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[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.

[vintagepresley]

Mini Me

68' Comeback Special blurb - Requested

Ada takes Elvis's rings/sunglasses and mimics him in front of the Memphis Mafia.

Elvis had invited some of the guys over to discuss a few things about his upcoming tour that Jerry was setting up for him. You had gone out to the grocery store to a buy few things, leaving Elvis to watch Ada for a bit. She always got excited when some of the guys came over because much like Elvis they enjoyed playing around with her and running a muck around Graceland like they were children themselves. She always had a fun time. But today Elvis had told her that before they could play that he had to talk to them about some business. So she sat on the living room floor and playing with her barbies quietly as they all spoke and occasionally she'd get up and run over to Jerry to show him her new barbies that Elvis bought for her. Jerry of course playing along with her and being dramatically excited for her and her new toys. She'd giggle and go back to sit down continuing to play.

But she was starting to get antsy, so badly wanting to go out and play on her golf cart. But Elvis hadn't trusted her yet to be on it alone so she had to wait until he was done. She decided to make her own fun and she would run up to Elvis, playing with the rings on his fingers and examining every single one with excitement. Since Elvis was so distracted by his conversation he hadn't even notice when she began to slip the rings off his fingers and she'd run into the next room setting them down. She would the reappear and run back over to Elvis' side, jumping up and down excitedly and he'd run his hand over her head gently with a smile as he continued to talk. She'd hold his hand in hers and then steal more of his rings until she had taken all of them off and he still hadn't even notice which made her giggle. Once she had all his rings in a pile on the floor she came back in the living room giggling to herself as she climbed onto Elvis' lap and he wrapped his arms around her as she squirmed and wiggled in his grip, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck and pressing small kisses to his cheek as a way to distract him. "I yuv you, satnin." she said cutely.

He smiled at her words, giving her back a gentle rub and he kissed the side of her face. "I yuv you too, honey." he said softly as he resumed his conversation with the guys. She beamed happily and she reached her little hands up grabbing at his TCB glasses until she had taken them completely off and to her surprise he didn't even seemed bothered by it or even noticed that either. She grinned and wiggled out of his arms until she was off his lap and she ran into the next room where his rings were sitting. She put his glasses on that were way too big for her face and each of his rings on her little fingers that were big and heavy trying to keep them from sliding off as she slowly made her way back into the living room. The moment she stepped foot into the room the conversation had gone silent because they were all staring at her in Elvis' rings and sunglasses, chuckling to themselves and Elvis raised an eyebrow and glanced down at his hands wondering when on earth did she take his things. He just smiled and shook his head because she was just the silliest little thing.

"Addy, you are so silly." he asked with a smirk. She giggled trying to keep a serious look on her face as she walked up to him and doing her best to mock him as she made her voice deep and tried to talk with his southern twang and turning around to face the guys. "Addy, yew awe so silly." She says in her cute "Elvis" voice. He furrowed his brow at her and the guys couldn't stop cracking up. "Addy." he says in a serious tone. "Addy." She mocks. "Give daddy his things back." he says, shaking his head. She shook her head at him with a smile and then she proceeded to try to do his dances she had seen him do at one of his shows. By this point the whole room was just cracking up with laughter. "Wow, the resemblance is uncanny!" Charlie Joked. Elvis shook his head as he continued to watch his silly little girl dance around, putting on her own little show. "I don't dance like that." he rolled his eyes playfully, smirking. "I don't dance like that." She mocked once again, giggling as she did her best to keep the glasses and the rings in place. She began to pace around the middle of the room from one end to the other the way he does on stage. "Thank yew.. Thank yew vewy much." She mocked her in cute little voice. He raised an eyebrow, lighting pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb as he continued to shake his head.

She had the whole room practically in stitches, she certainly had inherited his sense of humor and his silliness, that he couldn't even stop himself from laughing now and he got up from his seat and sneakily reaching over to pick her up, she squealed happily. "Alright, young lady, gimme my glasses and rings back. My little mini me." He chuckled as he held her against his hip in his right arm he held out his left hand to her. "Give it.." he laughed. She giggled as she took his rings off her fingers and placed them in his hand, but refusing to give up the glasses. "I wanna keep these daddy!" She said excitedly, he laughed because the glasses were nearly bigger than her face. "How about I let ya keep them until I get ya your very own pair? Just like daddy's. How's that sound?" He smiled. She gasped excitedly. "Rweally, daddy?" She beamed. "Mhm.." He nodded with a bright smile. She nodded happily liking that idea. "Okay, now who's ready to drive some golf carts!?" He said excitedly, deciding that it was enough business for today. "Me! Me! Me!" She squealed and bounced in his arms and they all excitedly headed outside to play.

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[cleoluvrr]

The Last Days of Summer V (Rafe Cameron x Heyward!OC)

Warnings: violence, underage drinking, drug use, verbal abuse, jealousy, forbidden relationship, enemies to lovers, gaslighting + manipulation

Synopsis: Stuck in a situation she never dreamed of, Neriah Heyward blurs the line between Kook and Pogue; Rafe Cameron a witness.

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“I can’t believe I’m going to this shit.” I say angrily as I slip on my shoes.

I stare at myself in my friend’s mirror, body and mind filled with self-pity. I couldn’t help but feel sad as I looked at the beautiful, pink gown draped over my body. Tonight was Midsummers, and instead of being excited about going with my best friend, I’m dreading having to go with the guy who beat up my brother. Twice.

“Maybe your ass should’ve thought before you beat him with my golf club.” Londyn says, adjusting the flower crown on my head.

“I said I was sorry!” 

“Oh you’re sorry alright.”

Londyn and I left her house shortly after with her parents, moping in the backseat as we drove to the Island Club. I saved up all year to buy myself another Selkie gown, only to waste it on being a piece of arm candy at a dick measuring contest. Rafe made me send him a bunch of dresses, and I knew it was my fault for sending a picture of this one, but I still had hope he wouldn’t choose it.

“The pink one.” Rafe said over the speaker of my phone. I sighed heavily, looking at the dress laid out on my bed.

“But I wore pink last year…” I tried to protest, but he wasn’t going to give in.

“So wear it again this year.” He doesn’t leave any room to argue, hanging up the phone rudely before I can get another word in.

We arrive at the club, the sun setting on the horizon as we pull in. Londyn and I sneak away from the adults when they aren’t looking, avoiding the dick measuring the best we can. I see my Pope with our dad by the grill, and they spot me as well. I move to go talk to them, waving as a greeting, but am stopped with a firm grip on my bicep. 

I recognize who it is immediately by both the look on my brother’s face and the signature scent of Versace Eros. My smile drops almost instantly, my shoulders slouching in disappointment once again. I look up at Rafe, who is now waving at my brother with the same smug look he can’t seem to get rid of. Pope looks as furious and defeated as I feel and turns away.

“Get your hands off me, douchebag.” I say, shrugging his arm off my shoulder. Londyn looks at him in disgust, laughing when I pretend to shoot myself in the head and play dead.

“Hello to you too, Neriah.” He greets, smiling down at me. “Londyn.”

“Don’t talk to me.” She says, rolling her eyes. We all turn our heads when we hear her name called by her mom who motions her over to them. “I’ll find you later, sweets.” She sighs out before dragging her feet towards the tall woman.

Rafe leads me away as well, mentioning something about seeing his dad. I try to drag my feet in a way similar to Londyn, but the blonde places a hand at my back as we walk which prevents me from going any slower than him. We pass Topper and Sarah who seem to be having some kind of confrontation, but we walk past them without saying a word.

We walk through the familiar halls of the club, brushing past adults dressed rather flamboyantly. After a few minutes of me being dragged around in silence, we find Ward inside surrounded by a group of older men. I feel my heart about to crawl out of my throat at the sight. I feel only a little relieved when I spot Londyn’s father.

“Oh, there you are! I was wondering where you disappeared off to.” Mr. Woods says as we approach. He spots Rafe’s hand on me and the uncomfortable look on my face. “Are you okay, sweetie?”

“Yes, I’m fine.” I reply after the older boy squeezes my waist.

“Dad, you remember Neriah?” Rafe says to his father, whose eyes have landed on me finally.

“Of course I do.” Ward looks between the two of us quite strangely, as if he doesn’t understand why I’m standing here with him. “You look very beautiful tonight, Ms. Heyward.” I blink at the use of my last name, a reminder of my status amongst everyone else.

“Thank you! You clean up very well yourself, Mr. Cameron.” I reply sweetly, laying on the charm heavily. 

“Heyward? You’re Heyward’s daughter?” One of the men asks, his eyebrows scrunched together. The rest of the men show similar expressions.

“Yes, I am.” If I felt offended, I didn’t show it.

“Are you working here tonight?” Another man asks, quite rudely. I shake my head no, biting me tongue so as to not say something I shouldn’t.

“She’s here as my guest.” Mr. Woods interrupts, sensing me becoming uncomfortable as time passes by. “She’s my daughter’s best friend. They go to school together.”

“Oh?” The rude one says. “Really?” He asks as if he can’t believe it. I stop myself from rolling my eyes.

“She’s on a scholarship if I remember correctly.” Ward looks at me for confirmation and I nod. “She’s a very smart girl from what I've been told. Very hardworking.”

“Are you two here together?” One of them asks. Ward raises his eyebrows at his son, waiting for an answer.

“Yes, we are.” Rafe says, pulling me closer and looking down at me with a fond smile. “I’ve always been too much of a coward to talk to her, but after seeing her looking so beautiful under the sun of the golf course, I just had to ask her to be on my arm tonight.” 

“Well isn’t that just lovely?” The rude man says, eyeing my attire.

“She’s such a great influence on me, y’know?” Rafe continues, the hand previously on my waist now rubbing up and down my arm affectionately.

The motion gives me goosebumps.

“Really?” Ward’s eyes light up a little, his eyebrows far into his hairline.

“She just makes me want to be better for her. I think she’s too good for me, honestly.” 

I think my face has gone numb with how long I've been forcing a smile during this conversation. Hearing Rafe speak about me like this while knowing the things he actually feels is making me feel almost violent, my nails digging into my palms once again.

Ward leaves the group to join us, introducing me to a bunch of people I’m sure don’t even view me as the dirt under their shoe. The fact I’m a scholarship student and my father being Heyward is thrown around a lot, as if that’s something to be bragged about. Surprisingly, people find that interesting. My father is well respected, for a Pogue at least, and nobody knew that he had a daughter.

The adults seemed shocked that someone like me could end up in a school with their children, assuming that I’m some sort of prodigy to be able to get a scholarship. I’m dragged around like a show pony, which I didn’t sign up for. I guess Ward Cameron endorsing a little pogue girl is a big deal, but quite frankly, I want nothing to do with this family.

The whole ordeal makes me sick to my stomach.

At some point I’m able to sneak off, the men far too deep into their conversation to notice me slip away into the crowd. I ran up to Londyn, spotting her with a bunch of other girls our age. Sarah Cameron included. I don’t even care about the night of the beach anymore, just glad to see someone that isn’t a bunch of old rich men showing off their money.

“There you are!” A tipsy Londyn says as I approach. “Where have you been?”

“Hell.” I answer, grabbing a glass of water from a passing waiter.

“I thought you were with Rafe?” Sarah quirks up at that, eyeing me curiously.

“You were with my brother?” She asks, looking me up and down.

“Not willingly.”

“What do you mean ‘not willingly?’” She inquires. I sigh, taking a long sip from the glass in my hand.

“Well,” I start, putting the glass down on the table. “Your brother beat the shit out of my brother, so I beat the shit out of him. As a result, your brother made me come here with him or else he’d press charges. For some odd reason, Ward really likes me, so Rafe thought if I came with him it would somehow get your dad off his back.”

Sarah’s mouth gapes open slightly, as if she can’t comprehend what just came out of my mouth.

“So no, I did not come with Rafe willingly.” I say. “Your brother’s a pussy by the way.” She snorts at that, clearing her throat to cover up the sound.

“Agreed.”

I’m not sure how much time we spend dancing with each other. The music was kind of bad, but we didn’t let it stop us. We laughed so hard that my cheeks burned from smiling. Sarah apologized for that night at the beach, but all had been forgotten by now. I was having fun, more fun than I’d had in a long time.

I’m watching Londyn do the catdaddy in front of me when I see a head of blonde hair float by out of the corner of my eye. JJ somehow snuck into the event, well dressed in a vest and dress shirt. We catch each other's eye, the boy coming up to me with a smile on his face. I smile back gleefully, embracing him in a warm hug when he reaches me.

“You clean up well! I didn’t know you were coming?” My voice raises a question.

“I’m ‘working.’” He says vaguely, winking at me to hint he’s up to something else.

“Hm…right.” I laugh lightly, the blonde wiggling his eyebrows at me.

“You look beautiful as always.” He pulls back from our embrace to get a full look at my outfit, his eyes shining brightly. “The prettiest girl here, actually.”

“Don’t flatter me, JJ.” Smiling shyly I look down, my face burning up at the compliment.

“I'm serious! Don’t tell your brother I said that though,” He glances back at my brother by the grill before facing me again. “He’d kill me.” I giggle, shaking my head at the slightly nervous boy I’m dancing with.

“Thank you, JJ. And I won't, promise.” I hold out my pinky which he takes with his own, the two fingers interlocking. “But seriously, what are you doing here?”

“You’ll see.” He smirks. I raise my eyebrows in suspicion as he glances around the venue for a moment. “I gotta go. I’ll see you around.” He says. Before he leaves, he plants a kiss on my cheek.

“JJ?” He gives me a thumbs up as he backs away grinning.

“Don’t tell Pope about that either.” Is the last thing he says to me before he gets too far for me to hear him over the music. 

A few minutes pass without seeing the blonde and I assume he left the party, off to cause trouble somewhere else. However, my assumptions are proven wrong when I turn around and spot JJ dancing with Sarah back to back, discreetly passing her a note and whispering in her ear. Before I can warn him, Rafe and his goons approach him faster than I can get a word out. 

I can’t hear what they’re saying over the music, but Rafe and his friends look very intoxicated and ready to pick a fight. A nervous JJ tries to talk them down, walking backwards to avoid them but they keep pressing up on him.

“Until then, help yourselves to hors d'oeuvres.” I hear him say as they pass by me.

“Guys,” Rafe motions the gaggle of Kooks to come follow him. “JJ’s gonna serve us some hors d’oeuvres.”

The group passes me, Rafe catching my gaze briefly with a look on his face I don’t recognize.

JJ says something to them before he takes off running, snatching open the door of the club and rushing inside with the Kooks hot on his heels. I shake my head and rub my temples, telling myself to stay out of whatever drama they have going on now despite every bone in my body telling me to go check on him.

When I turn back around, Sarah has also disappeared from the patio. I shrug and continue dancing with the rest of the girls.

It’s none of my business tonight.

That is until a disheveled JJ is escorted out of the building by one of the security guards.

“It’s okay everybody!” He shouts. “Do not panic.”

“Oh God…” I say to Londyn. “What the hell happened in there?”

“Leave it to the men and women in uniform!” He continues. “Let’s hear it for them. Rose!” He calls out, clapping at Sarah and Rafe’s step mother.

“Is he drunk?” Londyn whispers to me, watching the situation go down next to me.

“Let go of him!” Kiara says loudly, appearing on the balcony in a purple dress. Rafe appears beside her, drinking something I’m sure is alcoholic and laughing at the drama he definitely caused. “You can’t just boot him. I invited him here.”

JJ pushes the guard off of him, the man stumbling into a table filled with people.

“Mandatory power hour at Rixon’s, Kie.” JJ says, pointing up at the girl standing on the balcony with her parents before turning to my brother. “Pope, you as well, alright?”

My head swivels towards my dad and Pope, sure that nothing good is going to come from whatever he just said. I watch as Kiara slips away from her parents, running towards the beach after JJ, and John B who has appeared seemingly out of nowhere. My brother rips off his gloves and apron as my dad warns him not to leave the party. He runs off as well, leaving my dad to stand on his own.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He calls out after his son, watching as he disappears into the darkness of the beach with his friends.

Heyward turns to look at me for an answer and I shrug, turning back to the balcony where Rafe is standing. He’s already looking at me, smirking as he watches me over his glass. The music starts again, everything going back to as normal as they can get after that. 

Rafe descends the stairs slowly, discarding the now empty glass on a random table. He approaches me, the smell of alcohol and cologne filling my nostrils strangely pleasant. He says nothing, grabbing my hand and leading me further onto the dance floor.

“I think you owe me a dance.” He says as he pulls me closer to his body. 

“I’ve already fulfilled my duties for the night.” I tell him, but I don’t pull away. “What did you do JJ?” He scoffs at my question like it was the dumbest thing he’s ever heard.

“Why do you care?”

“Because he’s my brother’s best friend?” I replied obviously. “What the hell did you do?”

“You guys looked very comfortable earlier.” He says smiling, a tinge of anger in his voice. I scrunch my face up at him. “Too comfortable.”

“Were you watching me?” I try to pull away from him but his grasp is firm. “I’m allowed to dance with whoever I want to. And I think you’re forgetting that he’s my friend.”

“I thought he was your brother’s friend?” He tilts his head at me.

“Two things can be true. What did you do to him?” I ask again, now irritated at his non-answers.

“I didn’t like watching a Pogue put his hands all over my date.” Rafe’s jaw hardens. “I especially didn’t like watching him kiss her with that dirty mouth.” He chuckles dryly, poking his tongue into his cheek.

“Rafe.” My brows knit together as I watch his tense shoulders and face covered in more than just irritation.

Is he…jealous? What right does he have to be jealous?

“Nothing he didn’t deserve.” He answers my previous question vaguely. I open my mouth to ask him to clarify but he cuts me off before I can say anything. “It’s none of your concern, princess. Your job right now is to dance with me.”

“I am dancing with you.” I say. We sway gently to the music amongst the crowd of people that have now joined us. Rafe’s hands are planted firmly on my waist, holding me against him as my own hands rest on his biceps hesitantly. He leans down to whisper in my ear and I wince.

“Try to look like you don’t want to kill youself.” He speaks lowly into my ear. He grabs my hands and wraps them around his neck instead before placing his own hands back on my waist.

We stay like that for a while, painfully close as the adults watch us from afar. Ward keeps a close eye on us especially, whispering to Rose as he takes in the scene of me dancing with his son. I started to enjoy it at some point, the feeling of his warm body against mine almost relaxing.

And that terrified me.

“I need to talk to you.” Rafe says pulling me away from the crowd suddenly.

“Can you slow down? I can’t walk that fast.” He ignores me, dragging me through the door of the club by my arm. I stumble over my heels trying to keep up with his fast pace.

People throw us quick glances of curiosity, the sight of a random girl being pulled to the club by an anxious Rafe Cameron barely capturing their attention long enough to spare us anymore than that. He opens a random door and flips on the light switch, pulling me inside with him before shutting and locking the door.

He releases me and begins walking back and forth through the room, stressfully running his hands through his hair. I hear him breathing heavily, whispering to himself as he paces. I watch him in silence, unsure of what his problem is this time.

“Jesus Christ, Rafe.” My voice dripped in irritation. “What’s wrong with you this time?”

He doesn’t seem to hear me, still pacing through the room. 

“Rafe. Rafe!” I call for a third time, finally capturing his attention. “What? What do you want? What’s the problem now?”

“You can’t talk to JJ, not anymore.”

“What?” I say in disbelief, eyeing him incredulously. 

“You can’t hang around him. He’s no good.” He keeps going, not making any sense. “None of them are any good, not for you. None of them.”

“Rafe.” I repeat, even more confused than I was previously.

“I can’t keep seeing you around those fucking Pogues. You’re too good for them. They don't deserve to have you.” He keeps pacing, not even acknowledging my presence in the room. Something in the back of my head tells me to start inching towards the door, but I don’t.

“Rafe, are you having a psychotic break right now?”

“I’m not fucking crazy!” He suddenly lunges at me, only stopping a few inches in front of me. “I’m not crazy, everyone needs to stop calling me that.”

“Okay, well are you high? Because you aren’t making any sense right now.” I push past him further into the room, learning from my past mistakes to not have my back against any wall when in a room with him. “And quite frankly, you’re creeping me out.”

“I’m making perfect sense.” He advances towards me again, stopping less than a foot away from my body. “You can’t be around those people anymore. You’re too good for them. I don’t like the way JJ looks at you.”

“Who are you to tell me who I can’t hang out with?” I ask angrily, poking a finger in his chest to push him away from me. He only moves a couple inches. “You don’t even like me, first of all, so what’s it to you?”

“No, No, that’s where you’re wrong, Neriah.” He says, shaking his head aggressively. “I do like you. I like you so much that i-it makes me feel crazy and I don’t understand why because you’re a fucking Pogue. And I sometimes think ‘maybe I am crazy,’ but I’m not!”

“What are you talking about?”

“God, Neriah. You just don't get it, do you?” He runs his veiny hands through his hair once again before looking at me with his blown out pupils.

“No, Rafe! I don’t ‘get it!’” I shout frustratedly. “The only reason I’m here with you is because you threatened me with criminal charges. You beat my brother and were going to let Topper fucking kill him! You, you-” I scoff, pressing a hand to my forehead with a slightly gaped mouth.

“And I’m sorry! I’m so sorry for that, really.” He pleads with his eyes, pulling my hand away from my face so I’d look at him. I snatch it back, stepping past him to get to the door. “But I didn’t know how else I’d convince you to come with me. I didn’t have a choice. You didn’t give me any choice.”

“Didn’t have a choice? You didn’t have a choice?” I spin around to face the stressed out blonde behind me. “Your choice could’ve been to leave me the hell alone!”

“But I can’t do that, Neriah!” He shouts back. “I can’t do that anymore. I’ve been doing it for so long and I just can’t anymore.”

“Yes you can.”

“No, I can’t.” He presses his fingers into the sides of head as he walks up on me. “Do you know I can’t sleep without listening to that video of you singing at the Club talent show a few years ago? I used to follow you around school and watch you during lunch to make sure nobody was picking on you. I only became friends with Brye because I know he’s your best friend and I needed a way to get closer to you.”

“Rafe, you’re fucking insane.” I say in shock, backing away from him and feeling around for the door behind me.

“No I’m not! Stop calling me that!” He corners me against the door, the handle pressing into my bottom uncomfortably. He wraps a hand around my neck tightly, not enough to stop my breathing, but enough to hurt. “I love you, Neriah.”

“You don’t love me, Rafe. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I place my own hand on top of his, shivering at the way he looks down at me. “You barely know me.”

In his eyes is a mixture of things, none that I can recognize immediately with the feeling of our breath mixing together. My heart skips a beat and my stomach drops into my feet, my brain begging me to fight against him but my body staying statuesque at the feeling of his against mine.

“I do! I do…” He trails off, swallowing dryly as he looks deeply into my eyes. “I know everything about you. I know your favorite place to eat, to hang out. I know all of your hobbies, how much you used to love singing. I know you used to dance when you were younger but stopped because your parents couldn’t afford it anymore.” What the fuck?

“Rafe…”

“I know your favorite color and your favorite places to shop. I know that John B was your first kiss when it should’ve been me.”

“How the hell do you know that?”

“I told you, I know everything about you.”

“Rafe, you’re scaring me.” He loosens his bruising grip on my neck, hand still firmly in place.

“I’m sorry. I just…” He sighs, pressing his warm forehead against mine. 

“You called me a dolled up gutter rat and told me in so many words to stay off Figure 8, so I’m really having a hard time believing your very…abrupt change of heart.”

“I was just scared to confront my feelings. I was a stupid boy then, but I’m not like that anymore.” He says, gently rubbing circles on the side of my neck with his thumb. “Please, Neriah.”

“Rafe, please stop touching me.” He hesitates at my request for a moment before reluctantly backing away. 

I swallow hard, touching my tender neck as I watch him warily. I shake my head, pressing on the door handle and briskly walk out of the room. He calls after me but doesn’t follow, leaving me to return to the party on my own.

“Hey, where did you go? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Londyn appears in front of me, her sudden appearance causing me to jump. She looks at my anxious and stressed out expression with concern, brows knitting together as she eyes the way I hold my neck. “Are you okay? What happened?”

I shake my head, moving to sit at a table near the corner of the venue and away from everyone else. I watch the door for the rest of the night, waiting anxiously for Rafe to return.

[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

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[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. 🤌🏻🥵

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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.

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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.

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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.

[aim4birdiesltd]

Women's Golf Apparel: Best Deals and Stylish Picks for Every Golfer

Golf is more than just a sport; it’s a lifestyle. And for women golfers, having the right women's golf apparel is crucial for both performance and confidence on the course. Womens golf apparel combines style, functionality, and comfort to ensure an enjoyable experience while improving your game. From breathable shirts to durable golf shoes, there’s a perfect match for every golfer.

Why Quality Women’s Golf Apparel Matters

The right golf outfit isn’t just about looking good. It’s about feeling comfortable and moving freely while playing. Women’s golf apparel is designed with features like moisture-wicking fabric, flexibility, and stylish designs that meet the needs of modern female golfers.

Key benefits include:

Comfort: Apparel crafted to keep you cool and dry throughout the game.

Performance: Stretchy and breathable materials that enable a full range of motion.

Style: Trendy designs that transition seamlessly from the course to casual outings.

Must-Have Women’s Golf Apparel Pieces

Building your golf wardrobe? Start with these essentials:

Polo Shirt A classic staple. Women’s golf polo shirts offer breathable fabric and a professional look. Opt for moisture-wicking materials to stay cool.

Golf Pants and Skorts Choose trousers or skorts with stretchy waistbands for unrestricted movement. Look for wrinkle-resistant fabrics for low-maintenance care.

Golf Jackets and Sweaters Keep warm on cooler days with lightweight jackets or sweater. Options like Galvin Green jacket provide both style and weather protection.

Golf Shoes Comfort is key. Women’s golf shoes with waterproof designs and excellent grip enhance stability during swings.

Accessories Don’t forget gloves for better grip, hats for sun protection, and socks for added comfort.

Stylish Picks for the Fashion-Forward Golfer

For women golfers who want to make a statement, fashion meets function in these trends:

Skorts and Dresses Combining femininity and performance, golf dresses and skorts are popular choices. They allow freedom of movement while keeping you stylish.

Bold Patterns and Colors Experiment with bright colors, floral prints, or geometric patterns. Add personality to your outfit while staying within dress code guidelines.

Layering with Vest and Jackets Layering is practical and chic. A lightweight vest or jacket can add flair while keeping you warm.

Top Brands for Women’s Golf Apparel

Investing in quality brands ensures durability and style. Here are some trusted names in women’s golf fashion:

Adidas: Known for its athletic designs and modern aesthetics.

Daily Sport: Offers chic, feminine apparel perfect for fashion-forward golfers.

Galvin Green: A leader in high-performance outerwear for unpredictable weather.

Nike Golf: Combines sleek designs with advanced sportswear technology.

Tips for Buying Women’s Golf Apparel Online

Shopping online for golf clothing has never been easier. Here’s how to ensure you get the best value:

Read Reviews: Customer feedback helps you gauge the fit and quality of items.

Check Sizing Guides: Golf apparel sizes can vary by brand. Always check the measurements.

Look for Sales: Websites often offer discounts on women’s golf apparel during seasonal sales.

How to Care for Your Golf Apparel

Maintaining your golf clothes extends their lifespan and keeps them looking fresh:

Wash them in cold water to prevent fading.

Avoid using harsh detergents on moisture-wicking fabrics.

Store items like polo shirts and trousers on hangers to avoid wrinkles.

Accessories to Elevate Your Golf Game

Your golf outfit isn’t complete without the right accessories. Elevate your game with:

Golf Gloves: Better grip and hand protection.

Golf Bags: Stylish options for carrying your clubs with ease.

Hats and Visors: Protection from the sun without compromising style.

FAQ on Women’s Golf Apparel

What should I look for in women’s golf shirts? Look for breathable fabrics and a comfortable fit with moisture-wicking properties.

Are skorts better than pants for golf? Skorts offer a stylish and practical alternative, especially in warmer climates.

Which brands are best for women's golf shoes? Adidas, Nike, and Puma offer durable, stylish options with excellent traction.

How can I make my golf outfit more fashionable? Incorporate bold colors, trendy skorts, or accessories like visors and gloves.

Do I need waterproof clothing for golf? Yes, waterproof jackets and shoes are ideal for playing in unpredictable weather.

Final Thoughts

Women’s golf apparel has evolved to meet the demands of modern golfers. Whether you’re a seasoned player or a beginner, finding the right combination of style, comfort, and performance is key. From breathable shirts to stylish skorts and accessories, the options are endless.

Dress the part, play your best, and enjoy every moment on the course. Let your outfit reflect your personality and passion for the game.

[rafesgoldrings]

more rafe x spanking, i'm begging... so hot 🥵

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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[bestwomenrunningshoe]

Best Women Running Shoe

Best Women Running Shoe

Finding the best women’s running shoe is crucial for comfort, performance, and style. Whether you are a professional runner or someone who enjoys casual jogs, choosing the right footwear makes all the difference. Here, we’ll explore the top options for running shoes and related footwear for women, ensuring you find the perfect pair for every activity.

Why You Need the Right Shoes for Women

When it comes to quality and comfort, Nike shoe for women offers a perfect blend of performance and style. These shoes are designed to meet the demands of active lifestyles while keeping you comfortable.

Top Picks for Women’s Running Shoes

For those looking for high-performance footwear, the best women running shoe category is a great starting point. These shoes provide excellent support and cushioning, making them ideal for long runs or intense workouts.

Everyday Comfort with Women’s Shoes

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Specialized Running Shoes for Women

The women running shoe selection offers superior grip and support, perfect for those who want to achieve peak performance during their runs.

Choosing the Right Shoe Size

Understanding women to men shoe size conversions is essential when purchasing shoes for different activities. Accurate sizing ensures you get a snug and comfortable fit, no matter the occasion.

Walking Shoes Designed for Women

For walking enthusiasts, the best walking shoe for women provides unmatched comfort and support. These shoes are engineered to reduce strain, making them perfect for long walks or everyday use.

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The women and men shoe size guide is a helpful resource for those looking to shop for unisex footwear. It ensures you find the right fit, whether you’re buying for men or women.

Premium Running Shoes by Nike

One of the standout options for runners is the nike women running shoe, which combines advanced technology with sleek design for maximum performance.

Finding Discounts on Women’s Shoes

Looking for a deal? Check out women shoe sale or shoe sale for women to find quality shoes at discounted prices. These sales provide excellent opportunities to upgrade your footwear collection without breaking the bank.

Specialized Shoes for Sports

For golf enthusiasts, golf shoe for women offers functional and stylish designs tailored for optimal performance on the course.

Exploring Shoe Sizes for All

Navigating men and women shoe sizes can be tricky, but with the right guide, you can ensure a perfect fit every time.

Conclusion

Investing in the best women running shoe not only enhances your performance but also ensures long-lasting comfort. Whether you’re shopping for running, walking, or everyday shoes, the right pair can make all the difference. Start exploring today and experience the perfect blend of style and functionality.

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