#she looked best tastefully nude...

[greaterarts]

Redesigned Mana to match the new Sawyer look! I traded in her stripes for scars, which I am pretty pleased with.

After realising far too late the terrible things Haven is doing to her two children, she is ambushed and killed for confronting the priests. She wakes up over a decade later. What her plot is supposed to be is a bit up in the air after that; if she wakes up with amnesia or not, and where she goes is... IDK YET LOL

[gilverrwrites]

Fake Dating tropes with (some of) the birds and the bats. Ft. Babs, Bruce, Dick, Duke, Jason, Kate, and Tim.

GN!Reader, ≈200-250 words each CWs: None graphic mentions of sex, none-graphic injuries, none -graphic mentions of drugs, intentionally minipulative behaviours.🩷

Barbara

The two of you weren’t exactly not dating. Attached at the hip, making goo-goo eyes in person and inappropriate comments over the comms line when apart; it was obvious to anyone with eyes or ears that something was going on there, you just hadn’t put a name on it yet. It’s something the two of you had made plans to nail down and discuss during your sort of but not really a date-date tonight.

But you had only gone and got yourself shot during what should have been a simple trip to the bank. It wasn’t life-threatening, but you’d been rushed off in an ambulance, you’d need surgery, a lot of meds, and months, if not years of physio to get your arms back into shape.

Barbara didn’t know that at the time though, she’d been panic-stricken from the moment she found out. Emotions getting the better of her, brain running at 100 miles a minute as she rushed to the hospital.

“Partners and family only.” The nurse had told her. And without hesitation, she’d responded: “I am their partner.”

Her lie paid off, allowing her access to your bedside, as well as a full update on your status. There wasn’t another face in any universe you would have rather seen upon waking up from surgery. Now you just had to keep up the appearance of being a married couple until you were discharged, maybe longer.

Bruce

It’s a well-organised and thoroughly thought-out publicity stunt. Bruce needed someone new on his playboy roster, and you needed the media to circulate literally anything other than the less-than-flattering leaks that had been sold to them without your consent.

All you had to do was follow the itinerary. A couple of soft launch social media pics, a few whispers to the looser-lipped socialites of your circles, and some ‘private’ candid photo ops of the two of you dating:

Snuggling under the shade of an oak tree in Gotham Park, wearing matching caps and sunglasses that do little to hide your identities as you read a shared copy of Romeo and Juliet together.

Sitting in his car, in the parking lot of Big Belly Burger, munching on an unseemly large order of burgers and fries together. Nobody questions why the previously tinted windows of Bruce’s car are now clear.

Intimately and provocatively embracing, tastefully half nude on the balcony of your uptown apartment. The press didn’t need to know that you’re actually renting an Airbnb for the weekend, for exactly this purpose, and nothing more.

Everything was carefully planned, right down to the T for maximum impact and minimal effort. The only thing that hadn’t been accounted for was one, or both of you catching feelings in the time you’d spent together.

Dick

He’s never been able to say no to you, you know it, he knows it. So when you ask him in an act of desperation to be your fake-boyfriend for your ex’s wedding he’s quick to inform you that this is the dumbest idea he’s ever heard, and that he’s 110% on board.

He takes you shopping for matching outfits, picks you up on the day in Bruce’s flashiest car, suprises you with something pretty, compliments you loudly and romantically at every chance and won’t take his hands off you all the way through the ceremony. He's attentive and outwardly passionate. Not only is he playing the role of the world's best-ever (fake-)boyfriend, he’s making sure everyone in the vicinity knows you’re a (fake) couple.

It’s during the reception when that funny feeling really starts to settle in. The hairs on edge, butterflies in your belly feeling. Maybe it’s the happy, romantic atmosphere, the soppy music, the way his hands sit so perfectly on your hips as he sways you round and around on the dance floor. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you with those mesmeric blue eyes but damn if you don’t want to kiss him, right here, right now.

Duke

It was a stupid idea, and his family would give him so much shit if when they found out, but you’d argued that “we’ll never know if it might actually work unless we try” and that had sold him on giving it a go. Even if he thought about calling it off at every turn.

What was the stupid plan, and why was it necessary? Well, your ex was dating his crush, and you’d figured fake-dating might redirect their attention to the two of you. And if not, no harm done, right?

Big harm done. Over the next few months, Duke and yourself had spent most of your free time in close proximity. Sharing clothes, food, and ‘plan-related’ intimate details about each other. When you weren’t together you were glued to your phone, awaiting his texts, refreshing his socials.

Somewhere amongst all the dinner dates, and ‘strictly-business’ public making out sessions, your plan worked; his crush took notice, how could they not, Duke was perfect.

Your ex did not. Not that you cared, you’d moved on, to someone who was about to become equally as unavailable.

Jason

He was trying to infiltrate an infamous drug ring so he could take it down from the inside and needed someone in the know who could double as arm candy to sell his story. You’d already been trying to get your foot in the door for weeks now, but lacked enough street cred for them to take a chance on you. It only made sense that you would join forces.

For a while it’s fun, hanging off his arm, letting his hands roam your body freely, loud-whispering all the things you wanted to do to him for anyone to hear. You really enjoyed pretending to be his devilish trophy partner. You enjoyed the nights where it wasn’t pretend even more. But all good things must come to an end.

He served his purpose of getting you where you needed to be, but now he was getting a little too close to building a compelling case against the ring, you couldn’t let that happen, you had much bigger plans for it.

What? You’d promised information, not loyalty.

Kate

You’re both socialites with fairly large internet followings who run in the same circles. Your relationship has always been that of friendly acquaintances until a photographer snaps an innocuous photo of you both entering the bathroom at the same time and the media goes crazy.

Despite putting out very clear, separate statements, clarifying that there is nothing going on, your respective followers grab the ball and sprint with it until you both innocently start to play along. Leaving flirty comments on each other selfies, acting appalled when the other is rumoured to be dating someone else, tagging each other in scenic snaps that could be considered romantic: graffiti hearts, colourful sunsets, starry skies from the candlelit table of a wine bar.

It’s completely harmless of course, it’s all a joke, until it’s not. Until you actually find yourself flustered by her comments, really wishing she was sharing your dinners, until you brace yourself and send the first DM.

Tim

He really is the whole package. Handsome, hardworking, dedicated, polite, and as smart as he is rich. You can understand why your grandma was so excited, calling you from across the country to confirm if you were the mystery person spotted out and about with Bruce Wayne’s second youngest. You hadn’t lied when you’d said yes, you’d just neglected to tell her that you were only friends. You figured it would get her off your back about finding a nice boy for a while. It kind of felt nice, talking to somebody other than yourself about your big fat crush on him and in your defence, you hadn’t expected things to escalate so quickly.

One minute she’s bragging about her grandchild’s new boyfriend to the ladies in her swim aerobics class, the next she’s booked a flight to come and visit so she can meet him.

If you’d known what she was planning you would have confessed, but she’d already forked out the cash for her plane ticket so you swallowed your pride and begged Tim to help. He wouldn’t even have to do much, just spend the weekend nodding and smiling at an old woman’s stories and then he could reap the rewards of your eternal gratitude. You’d promised 6 months of undisputed lording it over you and a lifetime of freshly made cold brew.

Smile and nod, that’s all you expect, but apparently, that was too easy. Tim just had to make what was already an embarrassing situation, a million times worse. ‘Perfect grandson-in-law’, your ass.

[live-the-fangirl-life]

By the Light of the Moon

Aelin Galathynius x Rowan Whitethorn - Ghostly Stroll

Walking through a graveyard on Halloween, what a cliché. Happy Spooktober

Masterlist | Read on Ao3 | Halloween Collection

Warning: Potential Crying, Mentions of Death

1358 words

*******

The moonlight shown through the cloudy sky, reflecting in the small puddles left on the paved, damp road.

Aelin liked stepping in those puddles.

She would huff a laugh every time her boot fell in the shallow water, creating rippling distortions to the light before it calmed and mirrored the moon once more. She liked the feeling of the stray droplets of water splashing against her foot.

Rowan didn’t comment, simply shook his head fondly and rolled his eyes with each passing puddle.

There was a chill in the air as a soft, crisp breeze blew through the trees. Aelin listened to the rustling of leaves—the ones that were left anyway, seeing as most had already turned shades of crimson, ochre, and toffee, before blanketing the ground.

As a particularly strong gust of wind lifted strands of Aelin’s blonde hair, now shimmering in the moonlight, Rowan reached across with the arm not entwined with hers and gently tucked it behind her ear.

She smiled at the gesture and leaned closer to her husband, savoring the feeling of her shoulder pressing into his and smiling again as he turned his head to kiss the top of her head.

“This is nice.” She said quietly, “don’t you think?”

“Which part?” he asked, facing her and meeting her blue and gold gaze.

Aelin didn’t answer him right away, instead enjoying their peaceful stroll along the empty road. She pushed a stray silver lock back from his face. “The breeze.” She smiled as sounds filtered from houses out towards the road. “The echoes of strangers telling stories. The smell of a fire and roasting marshmallows.” Aelin caught and held Rowan’s gaze. “Walking this beautiful night with you.”

They kept walking, not in a hurry to get anywhere but just enjoying each other’s company. “It is nice, Fireheart. It’s the best time of year.”

Aelin smiled again as she caught the faint sounds of children giggling as the last, straggling trick-or-treaters collected their candy before returning home. She squeezed Rowan’s arm, keeping pace with him as they strolled farther down the road, enjoying the fresh October air.

“My favorite.” She agreed.

They walked along the familiar road for a while more before the houses disappeared and gave way to a large plot of land housing graves, tombstones, and mausoleums.

Aelin turned to grin at Rowan, and he knew exactly what she was going to say.

“It’s Halloween.” She said as if that was question and answer enough. He supposed it was, but Rowan raised a brow, and she rolled her eyes before amending, “Halloween, All Hallows Eve, Samhain—the sentiment’s the same. But we’re here,” she looked toward the graveyard for a long moment before insisting, “we can’t not go in.”

“Walking through a graveyard on Halloween,” he muttered dryly, but followed her lead as they passed through the creaky metal gate. Its not like he would say no to this, or to her. “What a cliché.”

Aelin snorted and met his amused stare with her own. “You say that like we don’t do this every year.”

The front of the graveyard mostly held newer burials, all polished headstones and fresh flowers. The farther back they walked, the older the dates on the stone became. The organization also became more haphazard the further back they roamed. Near the gate the plaques and stones had been lined up in neat rows, but as asphalt turned into cobblestone turned into grass-covered paths, the headstones were placed at odd angles and spaced at random.

“Hmm” Aelin contemplated, halting in front of a new-looking stone and glancing at the dates.

“No, not again, Fireheart.” Rowan groaned, knowing his wife too well.

“I’m going to say that this woman died at the ripe old age of eighty-seven while posing for a tastefully nude portrait.”

Rowan rolled his eyes. “Don’t you think it’s a little vulgar to make up outrageous stories about the dead?” Then he snorted. “And how would that even kill her?”

Aelin raised a brow at him even as his lips quirked up. She steered them down another aisle. “Are you saying that because you actually think that?” Her tone made it obvious she didn’t believe it. “Or are you upset because you know you couldn’t come up with anything more interesting?”

He scoffed as they landed in front of a stone with slightly older dates. He glanced down at Aelin who was watching him expectantly as if to say show me what you’ve got. He glanced around, making sure one no one else was within earshot.

Occasionally, Aelin and Rowan would spot another person or sometimes a small group of people walking through the graves or staring solemnly at a particular headstone. They would nod in acknowledgment and share a brief, understanding look.

Not seeing anyone, he begrudgingly focused on the plaque and said, “Let’s say that this fellow lived his life in the circus and had an unfortunate fire-breathing accident.”

Aelin laughed, her eyes sparkling as they continued to make up stories.

They kept walking. Every now and then they would hear a bird flying across the grounds or the wind whistling through the trees.

“Ooh here’s an older one.” Aelin glanced at Rowan before nodding, “this one accidentally shot himself with a cannon.”

Rowan snorted, “how does one shoot themselves with a canon?”

“I don’t know,” she rolled her eyes, “maybe it failed to fire, and he went to check on it and suddenly boom.”

They meandered through the aisles and slowly watched as the stones became rougher and covered in moss, the words etched into them barely legible.

The clouds had cleared and now the sky was filled with the light of the fading moon.

This far back into the graveyard, neither Aelin nor Rowan could make out the entrance from which they came.

But that didn’t matter. Not as Aelin kept her arm hooked through her husband’s while they turned down another row of ancient, long-forgotten tombstones.

Rowan stopped walking and felt Aelin press herself closer towards him.

“What do you think about these?” he whispered; voice barely audible above the low wind.

Aelin squeezed his arm. “I think,” she whispered just as quietly, “they lived a long, happy life and forever thanked the stars that they found each other.”

The stones were old. Rounded corners from age and layers of moss were identical on the pair of faded headstones. And even though the letters had long since faded, the inscription was something neither of them would forget.

Go Rattle The Stars. Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius & Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius. To Whatever End.

They stood quietly for a long moment. Their humor replaced with a calm serenity.

“How long has it been, Buzzard?” She whispered. “I lost count ages ago.”

A lie. Aelin knew exactly how many years had passed—how many anniversaries, how many holidays, how many celebrations; how many children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren; how many Halloween nights she and Rowan had made this same trek through the graveyard.

“Too long, Fireheart.” he murmured.

She held his hand even tighter. They didn’t speak again, relishing in their companionable silence and the comfort of simply being with one another, until the moon had almost fully dipped beneath the horizon.

Aelin faced him, a fond smile growing as she placed a hand on his cheek. He still looked as handsome and young as the day she’d met him, despite them having grown old together long, long, ago.

“Until next All Hallows Eve,” She promised.

It wasn’t a thing to feel sad about, nor angry or frustrated. It simply was.

She wasn’t sure how it happened or why, but she and Rowan found each other every year on this night, and she would thank the universe for letting it be so.

“Until next year.” He held her waist as she wound her arms around his neck. Rowan leaned down to press his forehead against hers. “To whatever end, Aelin.”

“To whatever end, Rowan” she raised herself on her toes to kiss him.

As the last glimmers of moonlight disappeared, Aelin Galathynius and Rowan Whitethorn faded away once more in a ghostly whisper.

*****

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[preathfics]

PreathFics Madness 900+ Kudos: Elite 8

Welcome to the Divisional Championship of the PreathFics Madness, co-sponsored by @hardtchill​.

We had 215 votes in the round of 16.

Congratulations to those fics that advanced. We’re now down to the final matchup in each division.

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The Bracket:

A reminder that this bracket is all of the PreathFics that received 900 or more kudos on AO3 (as of April 7, 2020). We need you to vote for your favorites in each round. The fic with the most votes in each matchup advances to the next round. I will not be posting the margins of victory, but @hardtchill​ also has access to the results and can independently verify their validity.

Elite 8 (Divisional Championship):

Elite 8 voting is now open. You will vote on 4 pairs of fics to determine who advances from their division to the Final Four! 

We’re speeding up the timeline now, given that there are fewer fics, so there are only 48 hours to vote. 

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Here is the bracket (I’ve added some arrows to help those who don’t know brackets well):

Reoriented it looks like this: 

Division 1:

under pink skies (248782 words) by wnnbh12

Chapters: 30/30 Fandom: Women’s Soccer RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press Characters: Tobin Heath, Christen Press Summary:

Tobin likes her life. She’s made a name for herself playing professional soccer, she’s got an endless list of girls’ numbers in her phone, she’s got the life she’s always wanted.

But sometimes things change.

And sometimes change is a good thing.

Wild and Young (44193 words) by Hidge Chapters: 19/? Fandom: Women’s Soccer RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press, Tobin Heath/Alex Morgan Characters: Tobin Heath, Christen Press, Alex Morgan, Kelley O'Hara, Allie Long, Julie Johnston, Crystal Dunn, Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Love Triangles, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Confused Tobin, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Humor, high school parties

Summary:

It turned out that Tobin Heath was totally into that whole good girl thing.

Tobin thought that Alex Morgan was the only girl that she could ever want, and then she got to know Christen Press.

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Lonesome Dreams (286745 words) by whatname0523 Chapters: 36/? Fandom: Women’s Soccer RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press

Characters: Tobin Heath, Christen Press, Mana Shim, Kelley O'Hara, Alex Morgan, Servando Carrasco, Julie Johnston, Zach Ertz

Summary:

I lie under starlit sky And the seasons change in the blink of an eye I watch as the planets turn And the old stars die and the young stars burn But I don’t really know this place, And it’s lonesome here in the wide-open space Can it be as real as it seems? Maybe this time I won’t wake from the dream

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Love on the Weekend (152214 words) by whatname0523 Chapters: 19/19 Fandom: Women’s Soccer RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press Characters: Tobin Heath, Christen Press, Kelley O'Hara, Allie Long, Lindsey Horan, Emily Sonnett

Series: Part 2 of

Roman Holiday

Summary:

I gotta leave ya, it’s gonna hurt me My clothes are dirty and my friends are getting worried

Tobin and Christen fell for each other in Italy. Can they make a long distance relationship work now that they’re home?

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Gold Love (172649 words) by Holom Chapters: 18/? Fandom: Women’s Soccer RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press Characters: Christen Press, Tobin Heath, Mallory Pugh

Summary:

“Christen? It…it is you, right?” Tobin sounded a bit unsure now.

Christen wanted to say something but she felt like she’d forgotten how to speak - like she was 15 again meeting Tobin for the first time. Her eye had caught the light reflecting off something on Tobin’s finger and she was certain she was going to pass out.

Right there, right where she saw Tobin put it on 12 years ago, was Christen’s ring.

“You know I waited for you. I waited for you until that loud u-17 coach threatened to make me run laps for the whole camp. I was so sure you were going to walk into the changing room, Christen. Where did you go?“

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Afterglow (163024 words) by quincindentaldreams Chapters: 17/? Fandom: Women’s Soccer RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press

Characters: Tobin Heath, Christen Press, Kelley O'Hara, Amy Rodriguez, Megan Rapinoe, Ashlyn Harris, Ali Krieger, Cody Press, Meghan Klingenberg, Becky Sauerbrunn

Additional Tags: Parenthood, Soldier!Tobin, Mom!Christen, Breaking Up & Making Up, G!pTobin

Summary:

"Her father, however, with the back doors closed from all the commotion and the front porch windows open, had recognized it instantly. His hand stopped from where it had been flipping the next pancake, ears tuned in to the outside to make sure he was hearing things correctly, then the sound of that old truck door shutting sounded throughout the house.

Christen angled her head backwards as the back door was opened, watching her father peak his head out quickly and wipe his hands on a hand towel. Every hair on her body stood up, as if lightening was about to strike through the blue sky above her head.

“There’s someone at the door for you, baby.”

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Worth a Thousand Words (69624 words) by Heath17_KO5 Chapters: 18/? Fandom: Women’s Soccer RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press Characters: Tobin Heath, Kelley O'Hara, Christen Press, Alex Morgan, Ashlyn Harris, Emily Sonnett, Lauren Holiday, Ali Krieger

Additional Tags: background kellex, the whole uswnt - Freeform, Photographer AU, possible background soran, Don’t copy to another site

Summary:

Photographer Tobin has been hired to do the (tastefully nude) photography for a USWNT calendar, the proceeds of which will be used to benefit charity. She expected a busy day. She expected the long hours. She expected the nervousness of the women. She did not expect Christen Press.

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we’ll take the world by storm (it isn’t that hard) (30866 words) by bestthreemonths Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Women’s Soccer RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press

Summary:

Navigating life, love, and adulthood in Los Angeles is hard enough for the average 26-year-old, but most 26-year-olds don’t have several million subscribers hanging onto their every word like Christen Press does.

aka the youtuber AU

[casino123aft]

Women and Poker Part II - the Exploitation of the Female Form

Some of the main hubs of poker are also the most sexualized cities in the United States, name New Orleans and then later Las Vegas. These cities are absolutely oozing with sex, and although this paper is not trying to make a moralistic argument decrying these wild cities' lifestyles, much of these images have stuck to the game of poker itself. Perhaps this phenomenon would not be so bad if it played out evenly between the two sexes, but all one sees is the portrayal of partially disrobed women advertising for poker sites. One only needs to log onto the internet and search for "Women and Poker" to have a dozen women in bikinis immediately pop up on the screen.

In fact, yours truly actually did run a search specifically for "Women and Poker", and here are some of the surprising results. In no particular order we present 10 of the most tasteful poker sites on the web:

-Pokerium Online Poker Room and Casino: The front page of this website is a model of good taste and restraint. Many of the searches yielded interesting results, but this website was head and shoulders ahead unibet Upon opening the home page one finds an illustration of a scantily clad brown-haired vixen with a flower in her hair(no real women were harmed during the production of this design). The interesting part of this drawing is that she is placed inside of a huge Ace of Clubs. In the middle of the card, where the woman is located, lies a very large club, and the stem of said club just happens to terminate in the center of the woman's crotch. Although there is a possibility that this not-so-subtle innuendo was unintentional, we would not bet on it.

-Next on our list is the deliciously tasteful advertisement on hollywoodpoker.com for their "Babes & Bounties" tournament. To begin with, the title itself should be enough to ruffle the feathers of most women poker players. Then, the image used on the page is of a woman in a bikini top with money in the background behind her. And finally, for those players who aren't sold by the picture in the middle, the site claims that "12 of the sexiest poker hostesses in the game" will be present at the table. It's a good thing too, because most serious poker players refuse to play in tournaments with any less than 8 sexy poker hostesses. Finally, jus tto make sure that one can notice all the different features on the side, there is a picture of a woman on the left-hand side of the screen dressed in her rather unsupportive underwear lying down in front of a laptop with poker chips lying around her body. She is happily wearing a pair of flattering white high heeled shoes so that she can model at any moment during her poker game. A truly classy website.

-PokerWorld.com, an up and coming online card room, is another tastefully crafted website, with nothing to offend save for their new "Topless Bonus". The "Topless Bonus: The Shape of Things to Come" seems a stretch: with this promotion they will "top up" your account with a free 20% bonus. The stingy bonus does not only fall way short of the 200% bonuses floating around on various sites, it also offends the eye. They advertise it with a small silhouette of a woman, hardly exposing anything whatsoever. Why they chose to try and correlate a 20% with topless women is a mystery, but they surely went for it.

-Not to be outdone, Jungle Poker has its own female spokeswoman: none other than the lovely Cheynelle Fraser, a bartender/model who is now the official face of Jungle Poker. Why a poker site would need a sizzling hot model as a spokeswoman is a grand mystery. We suspect it is because the photos of Cheynelle - which include several excellent cleavage shots - surely have everything to do with poker and nothing with selling sexuality. Although the site may be using the good looks of beautiful Cheynelle to help promote their site, they are not just about T & A on their site: on the front page of the site they have an advertisement for their heads up Sit & Go tournaments, featuring two headshots of a man and a woman, both fully dressed, challenging each other to a card game. Hurray for equality!

-Europeans are no exception when it comes to using alluring images of the female form to help them sell their products. In a recent article published on poker.gamble.co.uk, the author writes about the upcoming Great British Poker Tour, and the centerpiece image of this article is a nude woman relaxing in a bathtub full of poker chips. It's a good thing that they posted this picture, because nothing says Great British Poker Tour better than a woman bathing nude in poker chips.

-The most morbid result found during the search came from best-poker-rakeback.net on their rakeback advertisement, which features a frightening illustration of zombie woman in a corset, fishnet stockings, heels, and a short skirt using a rake to gather up some playing cards that must have fallen off a tree. Although the idea of having somebody literally raking poker cards is cute, we're not sure about the need for a sexy undead woman.

-Gambling blog Oddjack paid homage to the women of poker in an article titled "Top 10 Sexiest Women of Poker". This enlightening four part series takes the readers through their list of what they view as the sexiest women in the poker world. Just to give a small taste of their depictions of these women, we will go over the first three women they talk about. Each woman has a picture with a caption beneath it. At number ten on their list is Courtney Friel, a television hostess for the world poker tour. The picture they have of her is in a lacy tank top: fair enough. She's obviously OK with the picture considering she modeled for it. Underneath the picure is a caption that says "Stop teasing us Courtney, tear those laces off!"

The next featured profile is that of Evelyn Ng. Underneath her picture they put a quote that says, "Evelyn sure is one sweet ride..." Sadly, they did not even try to be creative with this comment, the only possible connotation for this remark is a sexual one. They also remarked in her profile that she won the WPT Ladies Night event and that, "Yup, she kicked ass. Asses that belong to Annie Duke and Kathy Liebert. Asses I don't want to see anytime soon. No matter how much they pay me to." This hilarious joke about the physical assets of two of poker's greatest female players was insulting to say the least.

At number 8 on their list is none other than Lily Elviro. This strong poker player who, besides being a strong poker player, is physically well endowed as well. The picture which they used for her was taken during a poker tournament she played in and shows her at the table holding a pair of cards. She is leaning forward a little showing a fair portion of her not so small breasts. Unable to resist, the comment beneath the photo says, "It's hard for Lily to always carry a heavy set of puppies like that." If it wasn't for such brilliant writing most of us would completely miss out on such hard to miss features.

-Next on our list is an article written by Toby Bochan on her poker blog. This photo-article, featured on about.com, is titled "The hottest women of poker", and it is essentially an amateur photo gallery of professional femal poker players. The women featured in this article are Evelyn Ng, Shannon Elizabeth, Clonie Gowen, Jennifer Tilly, Liz Lieu, Vanessa Rousso, Isabelle Mercier, Cyndy Violette, Jennifer Harman, Annie Duke, Kristy Gazes, Chantel McNutty, and Jennefer "Jennicide" Leigh. Perhaps the most disturbing part about this gallery is not that these women have their pictures posted, but that none of the pictures were studio pictures. They all seem like photos that were taken in a clandestine manner on a digital camera. Does this strike anybody as creepy?

-Coming last on our list is none other than Full Tilt Poker, who recently issued a challenge between Paris Hilton and Clonie Gowen. Their hearts were definitely in the right place: they were to host a heads-up challenge between the two women and the winner would take the $100,000 prize and donate it to the charity of her choice. This sounds good, so why does this make our trash list? Well, if you go to the website, the page they created for this challenge has these two women stacked up next to each other. The title for their statistics is called their "Sexy Stats", and just to make sure that the best poker player wins, they even added a "Who is sexier?" poll at the bottom of the page.

Thus concludes our trashy website list (NEED TO THINK OF A WAY TO PITCH THIS ARTICLE). Part IV will conclude "Women and Poker" by addressing what the future of women and poker may hold.

[cam-rowe]

What do you think above camilles nude work? I think all of it has been very artfully and tastefully done. I really liked her Lui spread, it was very chic and classic feeling. I know she’s been nude in a couple films and I’ve not watched the entirety of them so I can’t comment on those really.

ask: Out of all of Camille's nude shots, the May 2015 issue of LUI is probably her best one. I know it is targeted to a male public, however, Luigi & Iango elevated the shoot so it doesn't fall into the raunchy/tasteless range, and beyond that, she looks absolutely stunning. Truly a bombshell ❤️❤️❤️

I don’t mind any of her nude work and I think she looks great in all of them. I agree that all of the shoots/editorials have been artistic and tastefully done. I have yet to see a nude shot of her that makes me think she looks sleazy or trashy.

I agree that the Lui spread had the right balance of chic, throwback feels and sex. It’s not too much and it’s very beautifully shot. I’ve seen the nude scenes she’s done in films and I think they’re fine cause they all fit into the context of the movies. I know a lot of people don’t agree with it but personally, I don’t mind seeing nudity in films and I have nothing against it so.

[hellreads]

Chapters: 19/19 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Reader, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Original Female Character(s), Jung Hoseok | J-Hope & Reader, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook, Reader Additional Tags: Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Multiple Partners, Multiple Pairings, Multiple Orgasms, BDSM, Dom/sub, Sensory Deprivation, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Sexual Roleplay, Tantric Sex, Light Bondage, Nude Photos, Master/Pet, Social Media, Oral Sex, Come Swallowing, thigh riding, Dom Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Foreplay, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Control, Handcuffs, Vibrators, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Self Confidence Issues, Self-Discovery

Summary:

You've been in a dating drought, more specifically, a sex drought. Your best friend has the perfect remedy for your problem: The Gentlemen's Club.

The Gentlemen’s Club, wow the MC here is probably the character I relate to the most in all of the fics I have ever read in this fandom, this fic hit home, it was so easy to get lost and take over the role of MC, her life was so similar to mine I lost myself, my identity, the brightness I used to have and share with the people around me all because of a boy who never knew how to treat a woman, relationships are a two way street you cannot just give and give until you’re an empty vessel, always save some for yourself - that’s what I should’ve told myself years ago. As painful as it was to remember while reading - this addressed concerns such as self-esteem and mental health issues, how to deal with a break-up that left you broken or damaged, how to open up again and embrace the opportunity to start anew and not be a brat and shut it off. this masterpiece gave hope in the form of the Dominant Gentleman Jung Hoseok, the idea of a gentlemen’s club is exciting, to be honest, but same with MC I wouldn’t dare try it out, she was lucky to have T though, she was an angel for introducing the site, because of this particular adventure T made her sign up for, things changed for the better, she started becoming herself again, loving and embracing every bit of her without holding back - not totally her old self tho but a better one.

Well, how do I start this without spoiling everything here? I was looking forward to straight-up smut with all the warnings/additional tags included I was like yeah sure I would love to read how the author would write all kinks included especially tantric sex, it may not be the filthy smut I was expecting but damn I was lost for words while reading each scenario and how the kink interactions took place, I say it was tastefully written and gives justice to the title of their club. I love how Tantric Sex and Voyeurism helped her get into her element (take note of a few tips coming from the boys), then came Roleplaying and she just let go of herself and didn’t give a single care in the world as long as she has Hoseok with her, followed by Dom/Sub interactions which is probably my favorite, hitting two birds with one stone and the Sensory Deprivation with a few things here and there just read all of it so you’ll have yourself lost in it as well (*sigh* everything is just rushing back to me, If I don’t hold back I might spill everything! + the other tags I won’t talk about much because it’s better to dive into it than just dipping your feet by reading my ramblings) + Author wasn’t kidding when she placed that gratuitous smut tag there! Now let me roll into a huge fluffball by saying the romance in here is what every woman would want, though she’s technically a client, things have blossomed between the pair, and their dom/sub dynamic is also applicable in other situations, and I do agree the doms do get empowered by their subs, they won’t have power/control unless you submit, now, I’m telling you to prepare yourself for all the romance laced in this fic, you will be smiling and feeling all the ways Hoseok spoiled her also helped her move forward in life and start to be herself again, in return, she unknowingly helped him as well and made him learn to let go and love again, he’s the best y’all I’m not even exaggerating, if someone does that to me, I’ll ask them to marry me lol (jk I’m not that clingy and interested in marriages - yet - unless you’re Hoseok) oof spilling a little bit of my favorite - it was when he went out for a few days that I will never forget, if a man shows much effort and interest in you like that (but know his intentions first okay) give them a chance and if everything works well, maybe never let go? hmmm I think I’m now diabetic from all his sweet acts please, somebody give me metformin! Oh also look out for your heart because you’re in for a rollercoaster ride of emotions, the transition will be pleasant I promise you! *sigh* I just fell in love with this fic that’s what I really wanted to scream from the very beginning of this non-sense blabbering, I’m proud to not have spoil much of the great stuff here because the element of surprise is essential. anyway, idk what else to say without oversharing so I’ll cut it right here! P.S: Just learn to let go, stop torturing/blaming yourself for things you have no control over, life is too short to live under a rock, live your best life out there and who knows maybe one day you’ll get to meet the Jung Hoseok of your life who will give you everything without holding back, he will be all yours as you are his. | 🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒 

[yaachtynoboat711]

At First Glance Ch. 4: The Commencement 👩🏽‍🎓

A/N: It’s finally here! The end of At First Glance has arrived and I have to say, I’m a bit emotional about ending my first series 😭. Thank you guys for supporting At First Glance these past few months. I have another series in development and then hopefully I’ll actually think about the wedding series. But for now, enjoy our fave couple in this series finale!

Word Count: ~3.2k

Warning(s): Black Excellence, Black Love, Smut (FINALLY!)

Saturday, December 7, 2013. 11:06 a.m.

Woolsey Hall, Yale University

At just 23, Yaa was the youngest recipient of a doctorate in African Studies. She was also a joint PhD-JD student that became the valedictorian of both classes (she earned her JD in May), which as you imagine, is almost unheard of, ESPECIALLY at a prestigious institution such as Yale.

Of all the people proud of her accomplishments, Winston was undoubtedly the happiest. She was the smartest person he’d ever met by a long shot. Not only was she smart as hell, but she was also gorgeous and had enough personality for seven people. Bonus points for Winston. As a fellow Yale grad, Winston enjoyed the return to New Haven. Amid all the celebration, Yaa and her family were meeting Winston’s mom and sister today. Whew chile, the celebrations. Winston and his family found Yaa’s family, Tanisha, Kimya, and Daveon (AKA the Yalemigos, or the Migos) all sitting in the same area.

“Mr. Duke great to see you again.”, Mustapha said hugging Winston.

“Likewise, sir! Great to be seen. Get to see my little lady graduate.”, he laughed. His laugh turned into a full smile as the reality of his girlfriend’s accomplishments set in. He looked down at the program and chuckled as Yaa’s name led the list of her 16 other cohorts. My little genius.

The fanfare startled Winston out of his thoughts. The guests looked down to watch the faculty and graduates proceed into Woolsey’s main seating. Proud friends and family cheered, hollered, and whistles as they saw their respective graduate. Winston scanned the incoming crowd for his short scholar, but to no avail. What took Winston 3 minutes took the Migos only 0.2 seconds to spot their 4th companion.

“HOODIE WHOOOOOOOO!”, the friends yelled as they spotted their best friend. Yaa’s neck snapped in the direction she heard the squad call. Can’t take niggas anywhere. She shook her head and examined the friends and family in attendance. Everyone stood up and took pictures and acknowledging their graduate. Winston saw his girlfriend and stared in amazement before he mouthed “Love you” to her. She mouthed “Love you, too” to him before taking her seat.

Yaa walked in with all confidence in her stride. She was glowing and there was nothing better that could happen today than this present moment. Her tam sat on top of her curly locs. Her round tortoise shell frames added an intellectual and sophisticated touch to her look. Her signature bright red lips seldom separated as her white smile remained plastered on her face. She bore her gold valedictorian medal below her blue hood along with her blue and gold ΣΓΡ and black Class of 2013 Kente stoles. The Black graduates wore black leather gloves on their right hands in solidarity and in reverence to their ancestors. Except for being around Winston, she’d never looked happier.

The ceremony went as any other large commencement: the speaker, the President and Provost gave words of encouragement to all the graduates on their future endeavors. Each college presented their graduates with their Yale degree. Finally, the Graduate School of Arts and Sciences conferred degrees. Ironically, the Africana and African-American Studies Department elected to go last due the small number of graduates. When the department was announced, Yaa’s family prepared to get up. They shared mutual expressions of joy and bliss as “Doctor Khalida Yaa Denae Abdullah, Magna Cum Laude.”, echoed throughout Woolsey Hall. She raised her right fist high in the air as she walked across the stage. She hugged her advisor and committee chair before receiving her degree. She walked off the stage doing a quick praise break. The least she could do.

The grads recessed out of Woolsey and immediately searched for their parties and took pictures. Yaa was in the middle of her search when she felt two sturdy taps on her shoulder. It was him. “Hey, Doc.”, he greeted. Yaa scoffed as her billion dollar smile grew from a smirk. She playfully rolled her eyes and shook her head before reaching up for a kiss. “Hey, Duke. A girl can get used to hearing ‘Doc’. ”, she hummed into his lips. He finally broke the kiss and handed her a bouquet of her favorite roses: white, yellow, and pink. She gasped at the sight. “Baby! They’re beautiful.”, she squealed. She jumped right back into his embrace. “More where that came from, Denae.”, he whispered.

He never called her Denae, nor did his voice ever get that deep whenever he talked to her. She shot him a look before kissing him once more and walking towards the Migos, who were all Snapchatting and gassing her up.

“BEST FRIEND DONE GOT A WHOLE FOURTH DEGREE, Y’ALL!”, Daveon yelled. Yaa’s shoulders shook as she laughed at her foolish ass friends.

“Yaaaaaasssss ma’am! You better be Black Excellence. C’mon, Lil’ Angela!”, Kimya called.

“Bitch, I’m just tryna see the outfit. The people deserve to see what you’re wearing.”, Tanisha bluntly stated. The other two egged Yaa on to unzip the massive black gown. The only thing everyone could see were her black velvet smoking loafers. She unzipped the gown, unveiling a black pencil skirt and a white shirt with “PheD the Hell Up” written in blue. She would always get the laugh in somewhere.

She insisted that the family take pictures at her rental house because it was still December in New Haven, Connecticut. Chatter, laughter, and faint sounds of Black Christmas music filled the house as both families meshed as one. Carrie and Momma Cora held conversation most of the afternoon; Cindy and Khadijah exchanged medical stories; and Mustapha and Rainey discussed everything under the sun with Avery, Jahlil, and Winston. All four of the Migos were upstairs taking naps to prepare for dinner. Yaa especially deserved that nap. She hadn’t a decent amount of sleep since returning from Thanksgiving in Louisiana.

“Where’s Khalida? I think it’s time we all split.”, Khadijah asked Winston.

“She’s up there with her friends taking a nap. Gal deserves it. That means we need to leave and take naps of our own before dinner tonight.”, Carrie replied. “Winston, you staying here or something?”

“Yes ma’am. I might as well join the Snooze Crew upstairs.”, he said walking towards the front door. He finally went upstairs to Yaa’s room where he was greeted to a room full of snoring. Yaa’s petite figure was curled up in the middle of the messy bed. Her locs were scattered across her silk pillows and her Breakfast at Tiffany‘s eye mask covered her eyes. Her mouth was open as she snored loudly.She was dead to the world. Winston chuckled to himself as he watched his beautiful scholar catch up on Z’s. He sat on the unoccupied side of the bed and watched her sleep. He cleared her face of her wild locs and stopped when she stirred. Eventually, she unmasked herself and gasped when she saw Winston.

“Shit! Don’t scare me like th... was I snoring? Oh fuck, how long have you been watching me?”, she asked. He shook his head before kissing her forehead.

“Yes, you were snoring. Don’t worry about that. I still love you. I’ve been here long enough.”, Winston admitted.

“Well, since you love me so much, let’s try to find brunch. I’ll wake up the crew.”, she announced as she crawled out of bed, “That way, we won’t be as hungry going to this bougie ass Mediterranean spot my folks selected for tonight’s dinner.”

He rolled his eyes, “You better be glad you graduated today, Pumpkin.”

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Olea Restaurant, New Haven, Connecticut, 8:15 p.m.

The graduation dinner was running smoothly. The private dining area was tastefully accented with gifts and Yaa’s graduation pictures. Nearly twenty minutes after the family arrived, Yaa and Tanisha walked in side by side. Everyone stood and applauded the woman of the hour. Winston stared in awe at Yaa who, as always, strutted into the room with such grace and power.

Khalida chose the more adult outfit option for dinner. She wore her locs in a low bun and kept her glasses, tam, hood, stoles, and medal on. Her royal blue dress fit snug. Though Khalida often wore form-fitting dresses, none were as form-fitting as this one. Her rather well-endowed chest and wide hips were brought to the forefront; her fupa was somewhat concealed by the side peplum panels. The nude pumps she wore were accented by her anklets. Truly a work of art.

“My goodness, sweetheart. This dress is absolutely divine on you.”, Khadijah commented as she examined her first born’s outfit.

“Ibby, you look refreshed. That nap did you some good,I see ”, Mustapha teased.

“Thanks, Umi and Baba.”, Yaa said. “Thank all of y’all for coming and supporting the kid. I can’t believe this is all happening. I’m like...finished! Yale really gave me a doctorate.” The realization of her journey’s culmination brought tears of joy to the “hard-nosed” Yaa. She finally sat the far end of the table next to Winston.

“Pumpkin, you look divine.”, Winston whispered in Yaa’s ear during their hug and kiss. He twirled her around to get a better look of her outfit. She’s going to be the death of me.

“Why, thank you. Gotta show school spirit, y’know.”, Yaa joked. Winston pushed his girlfriend’s chair up to the table.

“I’d like to make a toast...”, Winston stood and began, “...to the woman of the hour, Doctor Abdullah. I know we’ve been in each other’s lives for not even two months, but watching you work and grind towards your goals has given me the initiative to better myself not only as an up and coming actor, but as a person. Khalida, you give me more reasons to be the luckiest man alive and today is the pinnacle. I love you so so much, Khalida, you have no idea. So here’s to our Khalida and her many successes now and forever. Ase.”

The table echoed scattered “Asé’s” and “aww’s” as they clinked their glasses. Yaa cheesed to keep tears forming as she looked into Winston’s eyes as he sat down. “I love you more,Winston.”, she declared as she kissed him. He placed his hand at the hem of her dress and rubbed her thigh. She cut her eyes to his hands and then directly to him; he replied with a smirk. Buzz buzz. Yaa wasn’t the only one who peeped Winston’s unusual behavior.

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Winston walked into the bathroom to see Yaa freedom her locs from its bun. He enjoyed seeing her hair down. She noticed him in the mirror studying her.

“May I help you,sir?”, Yaa questioned. Winston walked behind her and nuzzled her neck.

"I love you." he said, wrapping his arms around her.

"What has gotten into you, today? You haven't kept your hands off me all day." she said, giggling.

"I just want to show you that I love you. I think I may have just realized how much I want you." he said. She looked at him, taken aback.

"Want me? You are just now figuring that out?" ,she said, pulling away from him and crossing her arms over her chest.

"That's not what I mean." he said, in a low gruff voice. Yaa jumped slightly as she felt his hands grip her ample waist and pull her into him. As if it were instinct, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Seeing you in that dress...having you this close to me."

She closed the last bit of space between her, biting her lip as he craned in. "You are the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. You're smart, accomplished, hilarious. You are phenomenal. But there is a part of each other we haven't experienced.” He picked her up and sat her on the vanity. “And if it's okay with you, Denae, I'm tired of waiting."

She began unbuttoning his shirt. “I thought you’d never ask, baby.”, she whispered. Their lips met and the intoxicating kiss consumed them. Like a drug, their favorite drug. The slow tongue war continued as Yaa finally took Winston’s shirt off. Nothing was breaking this kiss. His hand traveled up her leg.

“Move your arm, baby.”, Yaa said between kisses. He looked at her with hooded eyes and chuckled deeply.

“That’s not my arm,love.”, he replied sensually. She stopped, mouth agape. She cut her eyes between his erect third arm resting against her inner thigh and the cocky smile and lip bite plastered on his face. This nigga finna split me open.

His hand continued its journey to her inner thighs, where he got down to nibble and kiss them with such intent and passion. He picked her up and traveled to the bed. While on the journey, Yaa bumped her head in the doorway of the bathroom. She giggled as he placed her gently on the bed. “Oh my God, Pumpkin, are you okay?! Do you need ice? Please say something.”, Winston rambled nervously. He swiftly placed her on the bed and turned on the lights to examine her head. She finally opened her mouth and laughed...hard. It could’ve been from the bump or just the fact that she was a bona fide clown. Her laugh turned into an all out cackle, prompting Winston to laugh with her.

“I’m fine, love.”, she began saying in between cackles and breaths, “I just bumped my head.If I pass out, just take me to the hospital. No questions.” The passive tone she used made it difficult for Winston to decide if she was joking or being dead serious. Either way, he appreciated how she broke the thick tension between them. The perfect icebreaker. They finally got themselves together and turned off the lights.

“I hate for such a nice dress to come off, but I wanna see what masterpiece is underneath.”, he commented. Lord, that voice. He lifted the dress over her head, where he was met with her ample cleavage being confined by a red lace bra. She freed herself of her bra and he began caressing her breasts.

“I’ve been trying to get to these since we met.”, he commented. She laughed.

“I know. You looked at them like they were water in the desert.”, she answered laughing. As if on cue, he took one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around her nipple and sucking on it. His tongue traveled up to her sweet spot on her neck. Chills. Her sweet moans served as motivation for his assault of her neck.

Satisfied, he came down and began slowly peppering wet kisses on her feet and leveling up to the inside of her thighs. Shit, spot #2. He looked up to see his girlfriend’s face consumed with pleasure. She bit her lip as she looked down at him with hooded eyes. She cursed under her breath with every kiss he placed. Finally, he kissed her opening, eliciting a back arch and a drawn out “Shiiit!” from Yaa. His mouth became friends with her opening as he sucked on her bud and his tongue explore. He added two fingers as he latched onto her clit. He began pumping his fingers inside of her with a moderate pace. He alternated his sucking with kissing and licking,prompting more hushed cursing from his lover. She was unraveling. He stopped but kept his fingers inside of her. “Fuck you for teasing me like this.”, she moaned. He chuckled. She’s a mess.

“I want you around me, Denae.”, he commented as his fingers brushed up against her opening and examining her nectar. He slid his body between her legs and slid his member inside of her. Her head flew back as his girthy member went deeper inside her tight opening. He noticed her twitch as he lowered himself into her.

“Are you ok,Denae?”, he said examining her face.

“I’m not used to you yet. I’m just tight. I’ll be fine.”, she reassured. Carrie and Khalida ain’t raise no bitch. They both moaned as they began grinding in sync.

“Shit, you fit around me like a glove.”, he moaned, his voice saturated with lust. She kissed him in response.

Winston peppered wet,sloppy kisses on her neck as he rolled his hips, hitting her g-spot deep with every stroke. His pace was slow but unyielding. Her sweet moans and gasps mingled with his low grunts and occasional higher moans. The room was clouded in lust. Besides the sounds of wet skin slapping, moans, and pants, Maxwell’s “Whenever Wherever Whatever” played softly in the background.

Now straddling his lap, Yaa found herself holding back tears as her sexual appetite was being satisfied to her liking. She balanced herself with one hand rested on Winston’s bare chest and the other on the bed. She bounced on his dick as he held on tightly to her love handles. He watched with hooded lust-filled eyes as his girlfriend’s breasts bounced freely against her pace. Her bounce slowly devolved to a twerk and then a gyration as she neared her peak. She was sending him into a tizzy as she clenched tightly onto his dick. If they weren’t already in love, this moment would be when they’d fall in love. Their moans echoed in response as feedback for the other. They were both coming undone. Their rhythm became disonant as they neared the end. Winston sat up and sloppily kissed his girlfriend’s neck. Her breath hitched as they stared into each other’s eyes, both pairs stinging with tears.

“Winston,baby, you feel so good.”, Khalida uttered between her teeth and tears. Her tears and desperate moans served as Winston’s motivation to cum.

“Cum for me, baby.”, he whispered into her ear. He released a low growl; that did it for the both of them. She roared into his shoulder as the sensation of their simultaneous release overwhelmed her core. She collapsed from the sensation.

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Yaa and Winston found themselves physically exhausted from their lovemaking. They laid in bed in silence, reflecting on what just occurred. She laid her head on his chest as he tried detangling her locs with his fingers. He gently kissed her locs. “That was...wow. That was uh.”, Winston attempted to strike up conversation.

“Intense? I think that’s the word you’re looking for: intense.”, Yaa suggested. She looked into his eyes and kissed him.

“Yeah, intense. Literally the word I was looking for. My mind is going 25 miles a second. I can’t believe we finally did it.”

“Yours too?! This is...wild.”

“How?”

“Everything we do together feels so organic. I’m really not one to openly be a sap, but you’re so right for me. Being around you makes sense and what we just did is a feeling I’ll never get over...ever.” She interlocked her small fingers into his larger ones and kissed his knuckles. He chuckled as his free trailed between the valley of her breasts.

“I guess your cousin Daniel was right…”, Winston said lifting her chin up to meet his eyes.

“The fuck is he right about?”, she shot up staring him dead in the face. He kissed her lips.

“...I guess I am responsible for making a hard G soft.”, he flinched in anticipation of whatever assault was coming as consequence of his statement. One tickle and pillow fight later, the two found themselves out of breath once more.

“You know, Chris, to be a health nut, you in worse shape than me.”, she giggled.

“Oh, shut up and go to bed.”

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[a-splash-of-stucky]

(my love will) keep you warm

Read this on AO3 Square Filled: Cock Warming Ship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers Rating: E Major Tags: Dom Steve, Sub Bucky, Exhibitionism, Public sex, Criminal AU Word Count: 5238 Summary:

Bucky is the best cock warmer that Steve could ever ask for — and the entire criminal world of Brooklyn knows it.

Created for @mcukinkbingo

Notes: Day 3 of my Steve’s 100th bday celebration. If you’ve seen Chris Evans’ tweet to Octavia Spencer on his bday, then you’ll know why I chose that particular word when you see it.

Full disclosure: idk how criminal organisations work, y’all. This is just some kinky AU were Steve’s a bad guy, but he’s also That Guy™, the one that you can always go to when you need a favour to be done.

Lastly: COCK WARMING IS MY KINK JAM. MY LOVE FOR IT IS THROUGH THE ROOF (in other words, prepare yourselves for some filth)

Stucky Masterlist

Steve is starting to lose his patience.

“I can get ‘em for you Tony, just buy me some time,” Steve says, for perhaps the tenth time in as many minutes. Tony’s put-upon chivalry is starting to grate on his nerves.

“Well I don’t have, time, Cap, I need that Chitauri tech now,” Tony snaps, waving his cigarette around as he paces the length of Steve’s office, his designer shoes practically carving a groove into Steve’s rug.

“Look, y’know I hate to spring this on you, Cap,” Tony sighs, pressing his fingers to his temple, “I appreciate you talkin’ to me at all, but—help a guy out here, Cap. I’m a dead man walking right now, you know that.”

Steve sighs in frustration, raking his fingers through his hair.

The tension between them is so thick that it’s almost palpable; if he tried, Steve could probably slice through it with a knife. He and Tony have been (barely) civil towards each other for the meeting thus far

– Steve’s hoping that things’ll stay that way for a while longer.

He and Tony are not on the best of terms. A job gone wrong two years ago had culminated in a particularly gruesome shoot-out, with both Steve and Tony’s crews taking heavy losses. The botched job had resulted in Tony suffering a chest wound which had put him out of action for several months, whilst Steve had been forced to go deep underground, so as to not get caught by the Feds.

This is the first time that he’s seeing Tony in person since the events of that fateful night; the fact that Tony is here at all is a pretty significant development in their relationship. Whilst Steve and Tony may never be as close as they once were, Steve doesn’t hold a grudge against him. He’s got bigger things to worry about, anyway.

“I know, Stark,” Steve says finally. “I said I’d help you when you needed it, and I will, just—you gotta admit, this is pretty tight.”

Tony huffs, taking another drag from his cigarette. “Look, okay – two weeks, that’s the best that I can give you, Cap.”

Steve growls in frustration, his fingers tightening their grip on the armrests of his office chair. Between his legs, perhaps sensing his growing irritation, Bucky taps his tongue against the underside of Steve’s cock, teasing the vein there.

The brief sensation eases the tension in Steve’s chest. His attention turns to Bucky, who is naked and kneeling between Steve’s thighs. There is a soft cushion underneath his knees to protect them from the cold wooden floor. Bucky’s wrists are crossed at the small of his back, one hand clasped in the other. He holds Steve’s semi-hard cock between his lips.

Steve’s little cock warmer.

Steve threads the fingers of his right hand through Bucky’s hair. Bucky huffs, his breath ghosting over Steve’s dick. His eyelids flutter as Steve gently scratches his scalp.

“That’s the best you can give me?” Steve asks, dragging his gaze away from his sweet boy, back to Tony. He’s a little calmer now – Bucky has helped to re-focus his attention.

Tony shrugs apologetically. “Any more’n that and people’ll start gettin’ suspicious.”

Steve nods slowly, as he mulls over the problem in his head. “I know a guy. I’ll talk to ‘im, see if we can’t get ‘em to you within a week.”

“You do that, and I’ll get Pep to send you a gift basket,” Tony drawls, as he turns on his heel and strides to the door. He pauses with his fingers on the handle, body turned slightly towards Steve.

“I—do wish that things hadn’t happened the way they did,” he says tersely.

It’s the best apology that Steve’s going to get from him. “Me too, Stark. I don’t hold it against you, just…double-check the facts next time, yeah?”

Tony nods curtly, before pulling the door open and slipping out.

Steve stretches his arms above his head and groans quietly, rolling his head to work out the cricks in his neck. It’s meeting day, which means that Steve Rogers, known as ‘The Captain’ to all but his closest associates, is cooped up in his tastefully-decorated office. He’s seeing a whole range of people that have reached out to him with favours they need doing.

Steve’s not your average criminal.

Sure, he’s pulled off a couple of heists and stolen his fair share of things that should’ve been impossible to steal, but he grew out of that particular criminal phase pretty quickly. Orchestrating and masterminding his own grand schemes is exhausting – he much prefers helping others fulfil their own evil dreams.

As such, he’s earned himself a reputation as the guy to turn to when you need some cash, or some new weapons, or even some spy-work to be done. Steve and his team – consisting of Natasha and Sam – pool their combined resources and expertise to help people out. It’s a pretty neat business, if a little out of the ordinary.

Though Steve knows that he’s got a couple more people waiting to see him, he decides to give some attention to his little boy, who has been doing such a good job at keeping Steve’s cock warm. With a smile on his lips, Steve leans forward to grab the glass of water on his desk.

“Bucky,” he coos, stroking the knuckles of his free hand over his sweet boy’s cheek to get his attention. “Sweet boy, you’ve been so good, can you take a sip of water for me?”

Steve threads his fingers through Bucky’s dark hair and gently eases him off his cock. It slips out of Bucky’s mouth with a wet plop. Bucky’s lips are glistening, slick with spit. Steve brings the glass to his boy’s lips and coaxes him to take a few sips, murmuring quiet words of praise all the while.

“Can you check in with me, baby? What’s your colour?” Steve asks, as he sets the glass back onto the desk.

“Green, sir,” Bucky whispers.

“Thank you, sweet boy,” Steve replies, his fingers stroking over Bucky’s neck, just above the thick leather collar he wears. Bucky sighs at the touch, eyelids fluttering shut.

“Feelin’ sore anywhere?” Steve prompts, “Your knees, your back – wanna take a break, walk around for a sec?”

Bucky shakes his head no. “M’good, sir,” he breathes, tipping his head back slightly. Steve chuckles, leaning down to press a feather-light kiss to Bucky’s lips.

Steve knows that their relationship is a little unorthodox.

Not in the fact that Bucky is Steve’s little boy, no, just in the fact that they are both so open about it. Steve knows that plenty of people are involved in this sort of relationship, but he’s never heard of any couple who are as public as he and Bucky are.

Those who are new to Steve’s method of operation tend to be a little unsettled by it. It’s one thing to have a kept boy, it’s a different thing entirely to have him naked and sucking on your cock like a goddamn pacifier when you’re having a meeting. Any qualms they might have are soon pushed aside, however, as people quickly learn that it’s something that they need to get used to if they want to do business with Steve. This is how things roll in his corner of Brooklyn.

The premise for Bucky being around during Steve’s meetings is simple: Steve hates spending a moment apart from his sweet boy. Plus, a few too many kidnapping scares in the past have taught Steve that the best way to keep Bucky safe is to keep him close.

Bucky loves being useful, and what better way to put him to use than to make him Steve’s little cock warmer? It’s an activity that keeps Bucky occupied, within Steve’s line of sight and most importantly, puts them both at ease. There is also the added bonus of Bucky’s presence tempering Steve’s notoriously short temper; Steve tends to be more lenient, more magnanimous when he’s got his boy wrapped around his dick.

“Please sir, can I have it back?” Bucky asks quietly, looking at Steve with big, pleading eyes.

Steve chuckles. “Have what back, precious?”

“Your cock, sir,” Bucky says breathily, a hint of a smile curling on his lips.

“Mmm, you want in your mouth, Buck? Need it to fill you up again?” Steve asks, his voice turning dark and gravelly.

Bucky jerks his head in a nod. “Uh-huh, please, sir.”

A sharp rap on the door causes Steve’s attention to be drawn away from Bucky momentarily. Natasha enters the office, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. She’s dressed in a crisp black suit, the jacket tailored to her petite shoulders and the trousers emphasising the curve of her hips. Natasha has worked with Steve for over ten years – there’s no one else he’d trust as his second in command.

Because she’s been working with Steve for so long, she doesn’t bat an eyelash at Bucky’s nude state, nor does she give a second glance at Steve’s dick, which is hanging out of his fly. Natasha’s learned to live with the fact that Bucky and Steve are about as kinky as people get.

A quick glance at her face tells Steve that she means business; her lips are set in a grim, determined line. He straightens in his chair.

“What’ve we got next?” he asks her.

The corners of her mouth pull into a frown. “You’re not gonna like it. It’s Rumlow.”

Steve wrinkles his nose in disgust. “What’s he want?”

“Says he’s got a favour he needs to ask. Something about borrowing some boys for a job.”

“Again?” Steve groans, “After what happened last time?”

A few months back, Steve had sent a team of his guys out to Seattle with Rumlow’s squad, providing him with extra manpower on a smuggling job. The whole thing had gone south pretty fast, costing Steve a couple of his best guys.

“Fuckin’ asshole put a bullet in my thigh, d’you think I’ve forgiven him?” Nat grumbles. She’d been one of the people who had volunteered to go to Seattle.

Steve clicks his tongue in disapproval, shaking his head. “Did he say what he wanted to do with ‘em, at least?”

Natasha shrugs indifferently. “Nah, not really, y’know how he is. Said some shit about tryna pull off another raid.”

“Pull off another?” Steve snorts, “To do that he’d need to pull off one first.”

Natasha smirks. “So. Do I get him in?”

Steve sighs. “Gimme a sec,” he mutters, holding up a finger.

To deal with Rumlow and his merry band of knuckleheads, Steve’s going to need a sedative that’s a little stronger than Bucky’s mouth. He turns his attention back to his sweet boy, who has been waiting so patiently between Steve’s legs.

“Bucky?” Steve murmurs, stroking his fingers through Bucky’s hair. “Little boy, look at me please, I need you to listen.”

Bucky does as he’s told, his gaze soft and trusting.

“Baby boy, m’gonna need you to move,” Steve says. Bucky whimpers in distress, lips pressed into an unhappy line.

“Hush now, let me finish,” Steve says, combing his fingers through Bucky’s hair soothingly. “Pretty boy, m’gonna need you to get me nice and hard with your mouth, and then m’gonna need you to come up here and sit on my cock, ‘kay?”

Bucky’s eyes widen as he nods fervently. “Yes, sir, I can do that,” he rasps, already craning his head forward.

Steve keeps his fingers twined in Bucky’s long hair – reminding him of who’s in charge – but otherwise, lets his sweet boy do as he pleases. Steve’s already a little hard from being kept warm in Bucky’s mouth, so it won’t take much for him to fatten up completely.

Bucky starts off with tiny, kitten-licks around the head of Steve’s dick, brief flutters of sensation that have Steve sighing with pleasure. Because he knows that he’s on a time crunch, Bucky wastes no time opening his lips wide and swallowing Steve down nearly all the way. Steve grunts, his hips making a jerky, aborted thrust into Bucky’s mouth. Bucky sucks him off wet and sloppy, spit drooling out of the corner of his mouth as he chokes himself on Steve’s cock. A pleasant warmth spreads through Steve, arousal pooling in his groin as the blood in his body rushes to fill his dick. Bucky’s eyes are heavy-lidded and glazed over as he huffs and moans around Steve’s cock.  

“Fuck, sweet boy, you’re so good, that’s it,” Steve praises, as he tightens his fingers in Bucky’s hair. He uses his grip to hold Bucky still.

Bucky gets the message, relaxing his jaw and opening his lips wide. Steve fucks his cock into Bucky’s mouth with short, sharp thrusts, grunting in ecstasy as he uses his beautiful, sweet boy the way he wants to. Bucky hums happily, eyelids drooping shut as Steve shoves his cock down his throat.

Though Steve would like to keep at it for longer, he has business to attend to. Gently, he eases Bucky off his cock, the head popping free of Bucky’s lips with a lewd squelch. A thin gossamer of spit connects Bucky’s bottom lip to the head of Steve’s dick.

“Stand up, my pretty boy,” Steve orders, his voice quiet, but brooking no protests.

Bucky does as he’s told, a little unsteady on his legs from kneeling on the ground for so long. Steve places his hands on Bucky’s hips to help steady him. Bucky’s little cock is inches from Steve’s face, hard and curving towards his belly, the tip covered in pre-come. Steve chooses to ignore it as he strokes his hands over Bucky’s pelvis, stopping when he reaches Bucky’s inner thighs. He taps his fingers twice, prompting Bucky to spread his legs.

Steve uses his right hand to reach behind Bucky’s balls, his fingers seeking out the princess plug that he had put in earlier. He uses the tip of his index finger to trace his baby’s stretched rim, causing Bucky’s entire body shivers in anticipation.

“M’gonna take it out, okay sweetheart?” Steve says softly.

“Yes, sir,” Bucky whispers.

Steve grabs hold of the base and slips the plug out gently, in one smooth motion. Bucky whines at the emptiness. Steve shushes him, using his free had to pet Bucky’s hip as he reaches over to snag the bottle of lube that’s on the edge of his desk.

He slicks up his fingers before pressing them into Bucky’s hole, twisting them around to re-coat Bucky’s walls. Bucky gasps at the intrusion, his muscles twitching involuntarily. Steve groans as his fingers are engulfed by Bucky’s tight heat, his cock throbbing in anticipation of sliding into that indescribable warmth. His little boy is already slick and stretched out from their play earlier this morning, but Steve can never be too cautious.

Steve withdraws his fingers from Bucky’s hole and squirts some more lube into his hand. Bucky is watching him intently, his gaze lust-darkened and hungry. He parts his lips on a quiet moan as he watches Steve slick up his own cock, jerking himself with a loose wrist and languid motions. After wiping his hand on a handkerchief that he pulls out of his breast pocket, Steve takes hold of Bucky’s elbow to pull him closer.

“You’ve been a good boy, haven’t you?” Steve asks, as he presses a kiss to the centre of Bucky’s chest.

Bucky ducks his head shyly. “Yes, sir,” he murmurs.

Steve hums in agreement. “Mm, I know y’have. You know what good boys get as their reward?”

Bucky’s breath hitches. “Your cock, sir?”

Steve growls, nipping Bucky’s pec with his teeth. “Yeah, that’s right, sweet thing. D’you want my cock, baby boy?”

“Yes, sir—please, sir,” Bucky says fervently.

“C’mon then, in my lap,” Steve says, leaning back in his chair.

Bucky grips onto Steve’s shoulders and swings his legs over Steve’s thighs, moving with the poise and elegance of a dancer. As he hovers over Steve’s lap, Steve grasps his cock and guides the head to Bucky’s entrance. Bucky shudders when he feels the pressure of the tip pressing against his hole. He drops his weight slowly, sinking onto Steve’s cock in one controlled movement. Steve throws his head back and groans as the tight warmth of Bucky’s channel envelops his dick. Bucky’s got his bottom lip between his teeth to hold back his cries of pleasure.

When he’s fully seated on Steve’s cock, with Steve’s balls pressed tight to his ass, Bucky drops his forehead onto Steve’s shoulder and groans quietly.

“Okay, baby boy?” Steve asks, “Get comfy, we could be here for a while.”

Bucky nods weakly, before shifting his legs until they’re folded neatly, his calves bracketing Steve’s thighs. Steve inhales sharply when Bucky’s muscles clench and ripple around his dick. Once Bucky’s found a position he’s happy with, Steve pets his back and peppers Bucky’s temple with kisses, helping to settle him down.

Steve gives the tip of his ear a final kiss when he feels that Bucky has stilled completely, before turning his attention back to matters of business. He looks to Natasha, who until now has been sitting on a chair at the side of the room, fiddling with her phone, politely ignoring Steve and Bucky. Sensing his eyes on her, Natasha looks up, an expectant expression on her face.

“Done?”

Steve nods. “Go bring ‘em in.”

“D’you want me to stay?” she asks, as she walks to the door.

“Please,” Steve replies. “I can’t bear to deal with those idiots alone.”

Natasha snorts as she throws the door open. She pokes her head out and yells at Sam, who’s been tasked with managing the waiting room.

“Sammy! Send the next one in, would you?”

Steve hears the thump of heavy boots on the wooden floor. Natasha steps to the side, pushing the door open wider so that Rumlow can come in. He is flanked by two of his guys – Sitwell and someone that Steve hasn’t seen before. The new guy’s eyes widen, jaw dropping open in shock when he sees Bucky in Steve’s lap.

“What the fuck?” he hisses, mostly to himself.

Rumlow rolls his eyes. “Shut up, Rollins,” he snaps. He tips his head to Steve in greeting.

“Hey Cap, nice set-up you got there.”

Steve quirks his eyebrows in acknowledgement.

The stark contrast between him and Bucky is a little strange, so he can’t blame the new guy – Rollins – for his shock. Bucky wears nothing besides the collar around his neck that marks him as Steve’s. Steve, on the other hand, is fully clothed, wearing a charcoal grey suit, a white shirt and a blue tie that complements his eyes. The only thing that shatters his composed exterior is the fact that his cock is currently buried to the hilt in Bucky’s ass.  

“So, what d’you need this time, Rumlow?” Steve asks.

Rumlow rolls his shoulders and crosses his arms over his chest. “Me and the boys got word of a shipment of precious cargo leaving the docks tomorrow,” he says cryptically. “We’re gonna raid it.”

Steve cocks his head to the left. “Okay, that’s what you’re plannin’ to do, what d’you need from me?”

“It’s a big job, my crew ain’t big enough,” Rumlow says, “Was wondering if you could loan me a couple of your boys.”

Steve snorts. “After last time?” he retorts, pointedly eyeing the ugly scarring on Rumlow’s left arm, a remnant of the Seattle job that had gone wrong. Rumlow shifts uncomfortably, moving his arm to hide it from Steve’s accusing gaze.

“It was a freak job, Cap,” Rumlow grits out. “No one could’ve saw it happenin’ like that!”

“Rumlow, m’sorry, I ain’t gonna give my guys to you,” Steve says firmly.

Rumlow grinds his teeth together in anger. “Fine. Then what’re you willin’ to give me?”

“I dunno, what’re you willin’ to trade?” Steve asks dryly.

Rumlow pauses to think. Sitwell leans forward and whispers something in his ear.

“You need some mules, Cap?” Rumlow asks, “I got a couple’a greens that could use some breakin’ in from you. Or maybe you need someone with more experience? I can give you that…”

Rumlow continues to list potential repayments as his voice fades to background noise in Steve’s head. He’s trying to pay attention, but Bucky wiggling and shifting restlessly in his lap is stealing all of his focus. Steve holds a hand up, interrupting Rumlow mid-sentence.

“Hang on a sec, fellas, I’ll get back to you in a minute,” Steve mutters.

Steve presses his lips to the shell of Bucky’s ear. “Precious, what’s wrong, what’s your colour?” he asks urgently.

“Green, sir,” Bucky whispers.

“Good boy, Bucky,” Steve praises, stroking his hands down Bucky’s back. “I know you need some attention, baby boy, but I need you to wait a little, yeah?”

Bucky whimpers in distress.

“Shh, now,” Steve soothes, “You’re bein’ so good for me, little one, I just need you to be good for a bit longer, ‘kay? Almost done.”

“S-sir,” Bucky breathes, lifting his head a little, turning to look at Steve with enormous, pleading eyes. There’s wetness pooling in the corners. “Sir, I-I can’t—can you—please, I need—”

Unable to voice his thoughts, Bucky shifts back a little. His eyes flick to his dick, before meeting Steve’s again, the desire apparent in his gaze.

Steve clucks his tongue sympathetically. “Oh, you poor thing, you need me to touch you a little, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh, please, sir,” Bucky says desperately.

Steve presses his lips to Bucky’s hair as he takes Bucky’s dick in his hand. It’s small enough for Steve’s large fist to engulf it entirely. He gives Bucky a few quick, rough strokes, flicking his thumb over the sensitive tip on every upstroke. Bucky mouths weakly at the side of Steve’s neck, trying to fight back his moans. He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, the tension bleeding out of his body as his lungs empty. Steve takes his hand away and Bucky groans, slumping forward and resting his forehead against Steve’s neck.

“There you go, sweet thing, you okay now?” Steve asks, squeezing Bucky’s hip affectionately.

“Uh-huh, thank you, sir,” Bucky breathes, nodding his head.

“My pleasure, baby boy,” Steve says, “Be good for me, okay?”

Having taken care of Bucky, Steve turns his attention to the rest of the room. Rumlow and his goons are looking on with flabbergasted expressions on their faces; behind them, from her position by the door, Natasha is fighting to suppress her laughter. When Steve meets her gaze, she rolls her eyes exaggeratedly.

Show-off, she mouths.

Steve smirks. “So, what d’you think, Romanoff?” he asks loudly, “How’re we dealing with this?”

“We’ll provide you with some tech that should make the job easier, Rumlow.” Natasha replies smoothly, schooling her face into a serious expression. “In return, you’ll give us a 7 percent cut.”

Rumlow growls quietly, a disgruntled expression on his face. It’s clear that he’s unhappy with the deal, but also recognises that it’s the best they’re going to get from Steve. “Fine,” he bites out, before turning on his heel and stalking out the door, Rollins and Sitwell hot on his heels.

Steve snorts. “Not even a thank you,” he grouses.

“Savages,” Nat agrees.

“S’ that it, then?” Steve asks hopefully. “No more?”

Natasha shakes her head. “We’ve got one left. Loki.”

Steve brightens immediately. “Aw, we like Loki, don’t we Buck?”

Bucky nods quickly. Loki has helped Steve secure some special presents for Bucky in the past.

“C’mon, let’s give Loki a lil’ show, huh?” Steve purrs, nipping Bucky’s ear for emphasis.

“Seriously, Rogers?” Nat grumbles.

“Shut up, Nat, just gimme a sec,” Steve mutters. To Bucky, he says, “Sweet boy, can you stand up for me? We need to turn you around.”

“Yes, sir,” Bucky says easily. He lifts himself onto his knees, wincing as Steve’s cock drags over his prostate. When it slips out of his ass, Bucky whines, unhappy at the emptiness. Steve puts his hands on Bucky’s waist and guides him to turn around. Bucky grabs onto the arms of Steve’s office chair, his legs spread wide over Steve’s thighs, feet planted on the floor.

“Go slow, baby boy, make it count,” Steve tells him, as he grasps the base of his cock to steady it. “Spread that ass for me, Buck, lemme see you take my cock.”

Bucky’s back muscles ripple as a shudder runs through him. He grabs a handful of his ass in both hands, spreading his cheeks wide, exposing his hole to Steve’s hungry gaze. His little hole is pink and puffy and swollen, glistening with lube. Steve presses his hand on the small of Bucky’s back, forcing him to arch it further, rounding his ass out.

“’Kay, baby, fill that ass up,” Steve rasps.

Bucky lowers himself onto Steve’s cock at a painfully slow pace. Steve moans as he watches Bucky’s stubborn rim struggle to stretch over the head of his dick, then grunts when he finally breaches Bucky’s hole. Little huffs of pleasure escape Bucky’s mouth as he works himself onto Steve’s cock, his muscles trembling with the effort of going slow. Steve too has to fight his own urges, resisting the temptation to grab hold of Bucky’s hips and slam his cock deep into Bucky’s ass.

“Goddamn, baby boy, fuck,” Steve hisses, “Takin’ me so good, oh m’god, wish you could see, baby.”

“Sir,” Bucky whispers, “Sir, you feel so big, oh.”

“Oh, Jesus, look’it you, sweet boy,” Steve murmurs, palming Bucky’s ass cheeks, spreading them further apart. “Takin’ me so good, baby, m’so proud of you.”

“Sir, sir,” Bucky says helplessly, chanting the word under his breath like a prayer.

“Yeah, that’s it, sweet boy, all the way, c’mon,” Steve says, his hands roaming over Bucky’s back as his boy takes the last couple of inches into his channel, dropping his full weight into Steve’s lap.

Steve wraps both his arms around Bucky’s waist and sits back, coaxing Bucky to lean against his chest. His legs are draped over Steve’s lap, body soft and pliant. Bucky purrs contentedly as Steve runs his palms down his torso, stopping briefly to paw at his pecs. Bucky’s head is lolling against Steve’s shoulder, a blissed-out expression on his face.

His breathing hitches when Steve curls his hand around Bucky’s little dick possessively – not stroking, just holding, in a show of ownership. Steve imagines what Bucky must look like, all soft and fucked-out, his hole clearly visible, stretched out over Steve’s girth.

Bucky lets out a shaky breath when Steve kisses his cheek. “Okay, little one?” he asks.

“Yes, sir—thank you, sir,” Bucky says breathlessly.

With his little cock warmer in place, Steve turns his attention to Natasha, a silent request in his eyes. She nods and throws open the door.

“Sammy! Tell him to come through!” she yells.

A few moments later, a pale man wearing an emerald suit walks through the door, his jet-black hair slicked away from his face. He moves with a feline grace, dropping into the chair in front of Steve’s desk in one fluid motion.

“Loki.”

“Captain. You look well,” Loki says, tipping his head forward.

“Thank you,” Steve replies.

Loki casts his gaze over Bucky, his eyes lingering on the leather collar and on Steve’s hand wrapped around Bucky’s hard dick.

“My best wishes to your boy,” he says softly. “I hear your anniversary was a couple of weeks ago?”

“Thank you—yes, it was,” Steve says, running his free hand down Bucky’s flank. He can feel Bucky’s ribs shudder as he exhales. “Now, I’m sure you’re not here to make small talk with me.”

“That assumption would be correct.”

Steve huffs. “Well, why are you here, then?”

Loki sighs. “It’s about my brother.”

“Thor? What happened to him?”

“He’s…missing,” Loki says. Steve gets the impression that he’s purposefully being cryptic.

“Missing,” Steve echoes. “We’re gonna need more detail than that if you want us to help.”

“Yes, of course,” Loki says. “I haven’t seen him in six, going on seven days. No contact whatsoever, which is completely unlike him.”

Steve hums, brows knitting in concern. “When was the last time you saw him?”

“At my house,” Loki replies. “We had dinner together.”

“D’you know who took ‘im?” Steve asks.

Loki rolls his eyes. “If I knew, Captain, then I assure you that I wouldn’t be here, grovelling for your help,” he snaps.

Bucky stirs in Steve’s arms, squirming listlessly. Steve tightens his grip around Bucky’s cock and jerks him quickly, which immediately makes Bucky still.

“What’s wrong, baby boy?” Steve breathes, his lips next to Bucky’s ear so that Loki won’t catch their conversation.

“He sounds kinda angry at you, Stevie,” Bucky murmurs, barely moving his lips.

“Oh, sweet thing, are you worried for me?” Steve asks. Bucky nods in reply.

“S’alright, Buck,” Steve soothes, rubbing his free hand in gentle circles on Bucky’s chest. “S’just how he is.”

Bucky nods, settling down again. Steve turns his attention back to Loki, who is watching them with curiosity written on his features.

“Quite the pet you have there, Captain,” Loki comments.

“I know,” Steve says proudly. “He’s the best little boy I could ever want.”

Bucky ducks his head shyly, equal parts embarrassed and pleased by the praise.

“Alright then, Loki,” Steve says, dragging everyone’s attention back to the matter at hand. “What d’you need me to do?”

“Valkyrie, you remember her, yes?”

Steve nods; he’s seen her with Loki before, with her dark hair and sharp eyes.

“She has reason to suspect that Thor has been taken by the Guardians,” Loki tells him.

Steve’s eyebrows fly up in surprise. “Who, Quill and all? Those nutjobs? How’d they get a hold of ‘im?”

Loki spreads his hands wide. “Your guess is as good as mine, Captain.”

“Alright then, what d’you need?”

“I know you have connections to their group,” Loki says. “Use them. Find out if he’s there – I’ll handle the rest.”

Steve can do that. He’ll talk to Strange, see if he can get the man to pay Quill a visit in the next few days.

“Consider it done,” Steve says. “I’ll mobilise my guy, extract what intel we can – we’ll meet again in a couple’a days. Romanoff can send you the coordinates for where.”

“Your help is much appreciated, Captain,” Loki says, as he rises smoothly.

“Nat, show him out, would you?” Steve calls.

Natasha nods as she pulls the door open and gestures for Loki to walk ahead. “Have fun, boys,” she says, winking cheekily as she closes the door behind her.

Left alone, with his business finally done for the day, Steve can finally devote all of his focus to his sweet boy, who has been so good for him. Steve wraps his free hand around Bucky’s neck possessively, fingers pressing over his collar. Bucky’s breath hitches in response.

“You’ve been such a good little cock warmer for me, darling boy,” Steve whispers, as he traces his lips over Bucky’s shoulder. “So patient, listenin’ to my instructions. M’so proud of you.”

“D-do I get a reward, sir?” Bucky asks breathily.

Steve chuckles darkly, turning to catch Bucky’s earlobe between his teeth. “You’ll be gettin’ lots of treats from me tonight, my sweet one.”

[catching-up-on-comic-books]

Binge Reading Journal - November 13, 2018 - the tenth day of reading Marvel’s Dark Reign (Part 3)

Secret Invasion- Requiem

Now they reprint Court-Martial by Jim Shooter (boy genius writer), Bob Hall (an underrated penciler), Dan Green on inks and Janice Chiang on Letters. This story was first featured in Avengers #213 in 1981 featuring the smack heard ‘round the world.

Hank Pym, now working under the name of Yellowjacket, is standing in front of Iron Man, Thor and Captain America. All in full uniform in their private mansion where no one can see, or get in or out. BUT this is a serious matter. Full uniform must be worn! Iron Man says that Cap has leveled some serious charges against Yellowjacket. Thor lets him know that if the accusations are true he will face formal court-martial! Thor wants the record to show that he and Iron Man are presiding as judges.....wait wait wait. These are just a bunch of dudes wearing really tight clothes in a swanky clubhouse. There’s no military sanction. Tony Stark is footing the bill (through the Maria Stark Foundation) so they can run around and smash things!

According to the Marvel Database, they’re a non-profit organization like the American Red Cross or Habitat for Humanity, recognized by the National Security Council of the US and the UN as a peacekeeping organization, ain’t nobody being court-martialed....pppsshhhh. Just be all like, “Hank you’re a jerk! Here are your things and go away.”

Well, these boys are going to go through this farce anyway. Cap states that the day before, during a mission where he was fighting a mysterious woman attacking Washington D.C. He managed to convince her to stop when Yellowjacket shot her in the back, which caused her to continue fighting. Iron Man asks for an explanation to which he has none. His own personal thoughts, legible in a bubble to the reader shows him thinking that he was a jerk and acted over eagerly to be the star on his first mission since rejoining the team.

Thor (who’s not really pretending at any of this because he actually is a Norse god) says they will convene for three days until the formal court-martial (hahahah) and suspends Hank until then so hand over your Avengers ID Card, Hank!

Hank pleads a little at this but Iron Man reminds him the rules, which he helped write, are firm on this.

I don’t think The Salvation Army has ever court-martialed anyone and they call themselves an army!

Janet is in the hallway outside the court-martial ichamber. Tigra asks why so down? Tigra, by the way is hanging from one of the rafters in the ceiling because it helps her relax. She wonders why Janet is so hung up on that strange guy anyway. Can we remind 2008 Future Tigra, who’s having Skrull-Hank babies, she thought Hank was strange in 1981?

Hank leaves the room and practically shoves Janet aside, telling her to leave him alone when she asks how he is. He immediately regrets it an apologizes before she walks away. She comes in for an embrace and say sweet consoling things to each other. TIgra doesn’t get it.

As the other founding members go their separate ways, each one remembers their own mistakes from the past.

Cap recalls when, during a heated battle against Nazi soldiers, he reacted to a noise behind him and instinctively threw his shield. It was a little girl, an orphan, collecting the brass shells for money. He barely missed hitting her when she bent down to pick up a shell. Cap realizes that he nearly made the same mistake as Hank.

Iron Man is going over Hank’s files and pictures, As a founding member his history is tied in closely with the Avengers’ history. However, Hank never really seemed to settle in, taking on guises such as Giant-Man and Goliath. Tony feels that Hank always felt outclassed by himself and Iron Man, so he’d leave the team to try to come up with some scientific breakthrough to prove himself. One of those wound up being Ultron, the Avengers’ greatest enemy. Then he had an accident in the lab which triggered a mental breakdown. That’s when he started calling himself Yellowjacket. However, the schizophrenia was cured (can’t be cured.)

Schizophrenia, and other mental disorders are a pulp fiction trope, used to explain away erratic behavior. It is usually used by writers with very little understanding of the actual condition. Actually, a rigorous new definition of schizophrenia was fashioned for the ''Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, Third Edition,'' or ''DSM-III,'' which was published by the American Psychiatric Association in 1980.

Nevertheless, Hank and Janet got married. As Iron Man continues reminiscing, he recalls how Ultron returned and forced him to create Jocasta from Janet’s brain waves. Iron Man wonders if Hank will ever stop looking for redemption. Is it fair to turn away from a friend who needs help, should he be punished for a mistake anyone of them could have made?

Janet and Hank head home, Janet stopping to sign autographs for fans waiting outside the mansion, none recognizing Yellowjacket. They head to their residence in Cresskill, New Jersey. (Did he always live there? Should I redo my ant speed calculations from that earlier issue?) Ah wait, their butler and other staff greet Janet like she’s the Queen of England and Hank is something she stepped in. She’s the rich one, inherited her father’s wealth which he made from science, with all his alien teleportation stuff. Not a lot of scientists manage to get rich. Usually the career path of a scientist is to become tenured at a university, write a lot of books and speaking engagements, they manage to make a decent living. Usually they work for companies and universities collecting meager salaries for the opportunity to science.

If a scientist manages to discover something, and patent it and comes up with a practical use for it, then there is an opportunity to become rich from it. A couple of rich, like Craig Ventner. Dr. Ventner, much like Hank Pym, is a biotechnologist, biochemist and geneticist. He was involved in mapping the human genome. Then he founded, Celera Genomics, institute for Genomic Research and the J. Craig Ventner Institute and Human Longevity, Inc.

At Celera, Ventner and his colleagues completed sequencing the human genome (Ventner’s genome specifically) three years ahead of schedule, beating the government funded Human Genome Project (your taxes at work.) Ventner’s discoveries, patents and stock ownership in the companies he’s founded made him very rich. Forbes estimates that his net worth (as of 2017) based on his stakes on two of his startups is about $300 million.

It seems like taking some real world examples, there’s some untapped story ideas to mine; what did Janet Van Dyne’s father discover and patent that made him rich and how has it impacted the world; how can Pym cash in on his own discoveries (not to mention Reed Richards, Hank McCoy, etc.).

Janet tries to get Hank into the bedroom, but he takes the laboratory over the seductive advances of his wife.

Hank admits he hates going to the lab because it reminds him of his failures, except there is one success he’s had in the lab: Robotics (wait, no that never turns out well.

Cut to three days later, Tigra is asleep in her private quarters, Bob Hall draws her in the nude but all the naughty bits are tastefully covered. She wakes up to the sound of Jarvis approaching her door. Jim Shooter makes it a point to say she slipped on a satiny negligee. It’s like the only reason Tigra was created was to get some weird furry fantasy going for the readers. A startled Jarvis, who’s never owned a cat apparently or else he wouldn’t be surprised by her behavior, is presenting Tigra with her first weekly stipend check.

She is surprised to learn that the Avengers get paid a salary. He clarifies that it is a modest stipend to cover living expenses, which most Avengers traditionally refuse, he adds in a snidely way. Hmmmm. Let’s see....Black Panther is the king of his own country so mega-rich; Thor, Prince of Asgard, so rich he doesn’t even need money; Captain America, probably collecting a lot of military back pay. See, Jarvis, most Avengers refuse the stipend because they’re already rich; not because they are doing it out of the goodness of their hearts.

He continues to economically shame her by pointing out that those that do accept the stipend are the ones that live at the mansion and have no outside means of support. Tigra finally gets a chance to read it and notices it is for one thousand dollars. Which in 1983, like $2,534.53 today or $131, 795.56 a year. That is a pretty good haul on top of room and board for Tigra.

Jarvis reminds her that the court-martial is at four o’clock that day. Meanwhile, Tony Stark is making an excuse to leave a board meeting at Stark International Headquarters, because writers think the best way to show a busy CEO is at a board meeting (not true, board meetings occur maybe just once a year unless there is an emergency, trope alert)

Thor finishes up some surgery but leaves the cleaning up for his colleagues, who grouse at Blake leaving (oh, sorry at this time, Thor is still using the Don Blake alter ego) for them to clean up despite being the best surgeon ever.

Captain America, already in the Avengers library and in full uniform, is wondering if he will have the courage to look Hank in the eye even though it is the most difficult thing he’s ever done. More difficult than watching Bucky die on that rocket? More difficult than giving up your Captain America identity to become Nomad? Well, we all chose our own cross to bear.

Speaking of crosses to bear, a few hours earlier, Janet hasn’t seen Hank since they came home three days earlier. She decides to go check on him in the lab. Finding the door locked, she shrinks down and squeezes in to the door crack to discover Hank putting in the final touches of programming of the robot, which will allow it to target each Avenger by their brain waves. Which it does as o soon as it senses Jan in the room. Hank is infuriated, Accusing Jan of spying on him. Hank explains he has built a robot called Salvation 1 and she’s going to help him test it out. It grabs Jan but her sting is useless against it. He explains it is built out of Adamantium. Ok, so according to the Marvel Database:

Creating even a small amount of Adamantium is astronomically expensive, and only a few people know the complete formula. Adamantium is created by mixing certain chemical resins together. The exact composition of these resins is a closely guarded secret of the United States government. When these resins are mixed and kept at a temperature of 1,500 degrees Fahrenheit, the resulting liquid can be cast or worked into a particular shape. After an eight minute 'flux period', the mixture sets and becomes solid regardless of temperature. Its molecular structure is extremely stable, and its shape can only be altered by precise molecular rearrangement.

So I don’t know how Hank had enough Adamantium lying around to build a 15 foot tall battle robot he just conceived three days prior. He designed Sal with a secret weak spot that will shut down the robot with one well-placed stinger shot, thus making him a hero when Sal attacks the Avengers. That’s the plan at least. But Janet won’t let him go through with it.

There it is.

On Jim Shooter’s website, he posted on March 29, 2011:

In that story (issue 213, I think), there is a scene in which Hank is supposed to have accidentally struck Jan while throwing his hands up in despair and frustration—making a sort of “get away from me” gesture while not looking at her.  Bob Hall, who had been taught by John Buscema to always go for the most extreme action, turned that into a right cross!  There was no time to have it redrawn, which, to this day has caused the tragic story of Hank Pym to be known as the “wife-beater” story.

So, henceforth Hank Pym is known as a wife beater.

Let’s cut to the court-martial proceedings. Captain America states his case: Yellowjacket shot a hostile in the back. Hank has never been know to act cowardly so the act was a case of misjudgment. It is tempting to write off as a mistake since any one of them can make the same error.

However, as an Avenger they cannot. An error by any one of them can result in the loss of lives. They have a tremendous responsibility and thus must judge themselves harshly.

I bet one can look back at previous issues of the Avengers, or Iron Man or Cap, or Thor and find situations and scenarios where they’ve all made costly mistakes like Hank Pym. Alas, this can’t turn into a retrospective of the Avengers.

Iron Man asks Hank how he pleads or if he wishes to defend himself. Hank pleads not guilty. His argument is that although his mistake may have seemed treacherous but he wondered if Cap ever considered treachery from the enemy. His actions may have actually saved lives! Perhaps because the enemy was a beautiful woman, perhaps Cap liked her! Like Liked her! That’s why Cap is upset, because Hank hurt her!

Everyone is feeling second-hand embarrassment at this point. Iron Man asks him to stop. Hank asks Janet to back up her story. She lowers her sunglasses and reveals a shiner. Thor is shocked, wondering if Hank actually hit her. Hank goes for the remote control to summon Salvation 1. Janet pleads to him to not do it.

Sal bursts through the wall (kind of hilariously, no disrespect to Bob Hall, but considering the statement Shooter made on his blog post, about Hall being trained by Buscema to always go for the drama, it kind of comes off as comedic. Iron Man being flipped upside down, Tigra kind of in a Bugs Bunny pose, Yellowjacket exclaiming “Ah!” In faux surprise.

When Thor strikes it with his Mjolnir without any effect, Janet let’s them know it’s made out of (very expensive and rare) Adamantium and Hank built it and designed it to destroy them. Hank realizes Sal is way too brutal and may actually defeat everyone. He goes for the super secret shut off switch but Sal throws him against the wall. Sal grabs Hank in his giant pincer claws, crushing him when Janet runs up and shoots the switch with her stinger, deactivating Salvation 1.

Hank, shamefully leaves.

[purplesurveys]

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survey by pinkmittens8

Do you sleep with the blankets tucked in or out? Tucked in, then when I wake up the state usually varies, i.e. sometimes I barely move in sleep, and other times I wake up with the bed a complete mess.

Do you take shampoo bottles from hotels? No but my mom sometimes will; it depends on what she thinks of the quality, I think haha.

Do you like to use post it notes? I like buying stacks of them but I quite literally never use them – I just like having them around. 

Do you cut out coupons but never use them? I don’t think I’ve ever used coupons. Come to think of it, I don’t think they’re a thing here, either. The only thing I’m familiar with are vouchers lol and whenever I’m shopping, as much as possible I do try to look for available ones I can use to get the biggest possible discount.

Do you always smile for pictures? Not always. Sometimes I’ll pull a blank face while doing a peace sign or holding up whatever it is I happen to have in my hands.

Do you count your steps as you walk? Never.

What is a big pet peeve you have? People being reckless about social distancing.

Do you chew on pens/pencils? I probably did once or twice, but I never formed a habit. I was more likely to chew straws, back when they were a thing.

Have you ever peed in the woods? Nope.

What is you least favorite movie? I wouldn’t watch Me Before You again.

It it okay for guys to wear pink? It’s okay for anyone to wear anything as long as it doesn’t bear racist sentiments or the Nazi symbol or anything equally offensive.

What do you dip your chicken nuggets in? Barbecue sauce. Oh man this made me miss the BTS Meal’s Cajun sauce :((((

What size bed do you have? It’s a twin.

Were you ever a boy/girl scout? No.

Would you ever post nude for a magazine? If done tastefully and if I got paid well, I honestly don’t see the problem with it.

Can you change oil in a car? No, I don’t know the first thing about cars except how to drive an automatic one.

Have you ever ran out of gas? Fortunately no. I always start panicking once it reaches two bars anyway.

What is the best food to eat for breakfast? Eggs Benedict! Or waffles and fried chicken. I like my breakfast on the savory side.

What is your chinese astrological sign? 2022 is my year, actually :) Tiger.

Legos or Lincoln Logs? Lego. I’ve never played with nor seen Lincoln Logs.

Ever watch any soap operas? Nah. I was very fond of this Koreanovela called Temptation of Wife when I was younger, but that’s the only thing similar to soap opera that I followed.

Are you afraid of heights? Height per se isn’t stressful to me, but I hate when there’s gravity involved in it if that makes sense?? Like I hate when roller coasters have a huge drop, and I hate the idea of falling thousands of feet to the ground in like a plane crash. But in any other case, heights actually excite me and I’ve always wanted to go to those tall ass towers with glass flooring.

Is Christmas stressful? It really can be, especially the budgeting portion.

Ever get that deja-vu feeling? Yeah, I just got one yesterday while at work.

Take any daily vitamins? Not normally, but lately I’ve been doing taking Vitamin C capsules twice a day because my mom and sister have tested positive for Covid – so besides the fact that I am 110% likely to also have Covid at this point, I’m taking the vitamins for an extra layer of protection.

Do you wear a bath robe? Nope.

Walmart, Target or K-Mart? :/

Have you been anyones bridesmaid/groomsmen? It barely counts but my mom’s best friend wanted to have an entourage of junior bridesmaids, aside from the traditional bridesmaids, at her wedding; and she picked me as one of hers. This was in 2005 and I was only 7 at the time, though.

Ever won a spelling bee? I’ve won a quiz bee that was divided into different rounds like spelling, science, and Filipino culture, if that counts.

Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos? Doritos. I hate Cheetos and I keep forgetting what Fritos are.

Do you own a record player? No, but I’ve always wanted one.

Hot tea or cold tea? Is cold tea the same as iced tea? If so I’ll go with that.

Are you a patient person? Too patient and understanding for my own good, I think.

Ever have any plastic surgery? Nope, not interested.

Black olives or green olives? I’ve hated olives for the longest time but I’m training myself to start liking them, actually. So far I’m taking a liking to the green ones.

When is the last time you visited a hairdresser? Not since March 2020, but last year in August my mom got this home service thing where the hairdresser went to us instead so I got my hair trimmed then.

Do you like the clicking noise the keyboard makes when you type? Sure, but I’ve heard more satisfying keyboards.

Name something in the current room you are in that starts with a P: Pajamas.

Are rollercoasters scary or thrilling to you? I would say they’re more nauseating than anything. I don’t find them scary and I would ride the shit out of them if my motion sickness just didn’t act up at the smallest bump.

Hashbrowns or french fries? Fries. Hashbrowns are so worryingly greasy, which is saying a lot considering I love deep-fried snacks.

Do you know anyone who has a twin? Sure.

What would your parents have named you if you would have been the opposite sex? They never thought about it. I mean they decided on Robyn only after I was born, so I doubt they had anything prepared for a boy.

Do you know anyone named Dennis? No but I know a number of female Denises.

Is it true that you should keep your friends close but your enemies closer? Not really...I cut anyone who pisses me off out of my life haha.

Do you have a record of how many surveys you've taken in one day? It’s for sure a lot fewer compared to how much I took surveys back when I was like, 14. I liked taking anywhere from 7-10 a day back then, but these days I’m already okay with taking just one or two.

Who is your favorite character in the movie The Breakfast Club? Idk. I watched this movie once but it wasn’t all that remarkable so I forgot all the characters pretty quickly.

Do you still watch cartoons? Every now and then.

Can you do a cart wheel? Nope.

What is something you find useful in every day life? I have a laptop stand that I can prop up on my bed, that can also be adjusted to different angles depending on my position. It’s super helpful compared to just putting the laptop on my lap.

If you had any advice to give the younger generation, what would it be? I’d just tell them to be politically aware and to please be critical when it comes to picking people to elect in public office.

Going to an art museum or an aquarium? I would never pick anything else if it’s going up against an art museum.

Have you ever seen a jellyfish? Yeah. Been stung by one, too.

What is one word you would use to describe your best friend? Reliable.

What is something you have always been curious about? I just wanna know if there are beings other than us out here in this universe, man.

What is better to hear, the sound of a violin or a piano? I love both, but ultimately, the piano is my favorite.

Is The Nightmare Before Christmas a Halloween or a Christmas movie? Idk I’ve never seen it.

Can you type without looking down? Yeah, that’s mainly how I go about typing.

How well can you write your name with you non-dominant hand? Not very.

Do you ever find things annoying if too many people like it? It certainly can feel like this which is why for the most part, while I am willing to give those things a chance, it’s only once they’ve died down. This was me with stuff like Squid Game haha.

How much water do you drink in a days time? At least a whole tumbler of it since I keep one in my room and I’m always able to finish it at the end of the day.

[thenoblehouseofdayne]

Terms of Surrender {Euron Greyjoy x Reader}

@reblovesdoom requested: “please euron greyjoy S M U T. maybe he kidnaps her like he did with Yara and he keeps her to himself, always in the ship or whatever”

Non-Consensual Sex, Strong Langauge, SMUT, this might be the filthiest thing I’ve written, so I hope you enjoy, love!

She sneered up at him, though she couldn’t deny the frantic measures she took to put distance between the two of them. “Get the fuck away from me!” She snarled, throwing up her hands to act as a shield. But when her back collided with the wall, she felt a chill of terror shoot up her spine. 

His smile was jagged and terrifying. His hands- one holding her waist with bruising strength, the other pressed against the wall beside her head- were warm and his breath reeked of ale.

She turned her head, her eyes squeezing closed as she bit back a cry. Her heart had leapt into her throat, and she could scarcely breathe. 

The low rumble of his chuckles vibrated across her skin, and his lips danced across her ear, his breaths hot on her neck. “You done running, little girl?”

“You can’t touch me.” She protested weakly, her hands pinned between his body and hers. “My father-”

“Your father,” he corrected, “betrayed our fair queen. He’s paying a pretty penny to get you back in one piece.” He fixed her with a devious expression, pressing a wet kiss to the bare flesh of her neck. “And he’ll get you back in one piece,” he smirked against her skin. “But we can’t let his treason go unpunished, can we?” 

Her heart stuttered. Speechless, and terrified, she was frozen in place. 

Unanswered, Euron continued. “Queen Cersei gifted you to me, and you’ll pay penance for your father’s crimes.” He moved a hand to grip her cunt through her ragged dress. “On your knees, little girl.” He stepped back, his stare hungry and predatorial. 

Her eyes burned with indignation, and her lips drew back in a snarl. “Fuck you. I don’t care what your Queen said you could do, if you ever touch me again I swear to the Gods I’ll tear your heart out with my bare-”

His hand closed around her throat, and he slammed her against the wall harshly, baring his teeth. “Did you see all the men out there, Princess?”

She simply worked her jaw, trying her best to ignore how difficult it was becoming to breathe, her nostrils flared in apparent anger. 

His smile was cruel, patronizing, his hand squeezing roughly before relaxing for a few seconds. “And did you see any women? Any salt-wives?” Ignoring the quiet gasps for air that left her, he continued. “You see, these men have been out to sea for months, all without the touch of a woman. Especially a noble lady like yourself. So if you want to retain your dignity, I’d be glad to hand you over to them, they’d be glad for a tight fit.” He seemed gleeful at the terror seeping into her eyes. “If not, then get on your fucking knees.” He released her again, and this time she seemed more willing to comply. 

Sinking onto her knees, she glowered up at him, her cheeks flushed as he began to undo his breeches, she averted her eyes tastefully, bile rising in her stomach. 

Euron stroked his length gingerly, his hand nearly tapping against her nose each time. He smiled when she shied away from him. “Never seen a cock before? Don’t worry, you’ll never see another as impressive.” He paused in his movements, gripping his cock comfortably by the base. He gripped her chin in his other hand, stooping down slightly to stare into her eyes. “If you bite me, I’ll knock your teeth down your throat.” The playfulness of his tone had vanished in a matter of seconds, and his gaze was stern now. 

She nodded dutifully, her face twisting in disgust as he forced her to look at him. She retched half-heartedly when he pushed his thumb into her mouth, tasting of salt and grime. 

He removed the digit, now resting the tip of his length on her lower lip. He watched her and let his eyes flick down to his own cock. “Suck.” He ordered almost exasperatedly, fed up with her brattish attitude. 

Slowly, very slowly, she descended onto his length, struggling with the new feeling of pleasuring a man orally. 

He moved a hand to the back of her head, forcing her to move more quickly, and grunting quietly when she did so. “Good girl...” 

Wet and sloppy sounds filled the cabin, accompanied by the occasional exclamations of Euron, usually obscenities. It seemed as if she’d barely gotten used to the rhythm before he removed her forcefully. Holding her at arm’s length, he smiled broadly at the younger woman. “Let’s see about these rags, yeah?” He quickly pulled her to her feet, grasping a hold of her collar, and making a motion to tear it in two. 

“Wait!” She exclaimed quietly, pulling back slightly. “I can take it off.”

Euron looked wary, holding his grip for a few more seconds, before finally releasing her. “If you try anything...” he warned, taking a seat on the meager bed that occupied the tiny captain’s quarters. 

Fully aware of his eyes on her, she shed the dressed hastily, her cotton slip following soon after. She weighed her options while he examined her nude form. There had to be a weapon in here somewhere, there had to be! She’d barely begun a visual analysis before he spoke again. 

“Turn around.” 

She quirked a brow. “We aren’t using the bed?”

He rolled his eyes at her question, grabbing her roughly by the shoulders and turning her to face the wall. One hand braced her back, pushing her further into the wall and holding her there, while another continued to grip his length. Using a stray foot to part her legs, he lined up with her cunt, barely letting the tip graze inside her warmth. His hands grew still for a moment before he inserted himself, a muttered curse under his breath. 

She gasped loudly, fingers curling to grip the wooden planks that assembled the wall. In a quick movement of his hips, he’d defiled her. She attempted to push back, but the weight of his body pressing her against the wall was too great to resist. 

Euron groaned erotically in her ear, his breath wobbling as he worked in and out of her at an erratic pace. The pleasure coursing through his veins was unsurmountable. The thrill of defiling an innocent lady, he found, provided greater pleasure than any whore could provide. The fact that she’d fought back only sweetened his victory, the feeling of completely and utterly dominating his prey. He gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back to meet his thrusts, and shivering at the way she whined. 

The fire his fingers left in their wake rattled her. Was she... enjoying this? No. She insisted. He’s a pirate and a savage and he stole her from her home and family. If so, why did her stomach ignite each time he groaned her name?

A few more thrusts and he was done for. Burying himself within her, he grunted loudly in her ear, feebly wobbling his hips until his orgasm had been completed. He removed himself, collapsing on the straw bed. He smiled up at her smugly. “Did you enjoy yourself, little girl?”

[admhawthorne]

Early Present

Otppromts.tumblr.com - Muse A gets Muse B typical cute gifts for Christmas, but when A opens their present it’s just a framed nude photo of B. 

 Christmas Eve had been going really well as far as Cat was concerned. Carter was home as opposed to away with his father at God-only-knows-what kind of ridiculous and over-the-top resort he was probably at for the holiday. Her mother was literally halfway across the world on a “writing retreat,” and Kara was spending the evening with them, which meant board games and laughter with her two favorite people.

Everything felt warm, comfortable, and pleasant. She attributed most of the atmosphere to Kara’s ability to make everyone she was around feel loved and at ease, which was one of many reasons why she loved the younger woman. The happy, tingling emotions running through her were caused only by the company she currently kept and not through alcoholic means, and, if she was honest with herself, it was as close as Cat had come in a very long time to feeling actual holiday cheer as opposed to faking it for the sake of her son.

She smiled as she watched Kara readjust the Santa hat she’d given her as gift earlier in the evening. Although she’d never admit it aloud, she thought the hat looked great on the other woman. Honestly, anything looked great on the other woman. Kara could make felt scraps glued together with Elmer’s Glitter Glue look good.

“Hey, Mom,” Carter’s voice pulled her from her thoughts and back to the cookies they were all supposed to be decorating together, “can we open some more gifts tonight?”

She glanced toward Kara, who seemed suddenly very focused on her cookie design, and then back to her son’s hopeful face. “Carter, we’ve already opened a gift tonight. You know the rules. One gift on Christmas Eve and the rest Christmas morning.”

“I know,” he answered with aplomb. He gave his best suave smirk. “I was just hoping Kara could open more of her gifts tonight since she won’t be here tomorrow morning.”

She knew he wanted Kara to open the gift containing the new Mario Cart. He had tried to steer her toward it when they’d picked gifts earlier, but she’d veered away. Cat suspected she’d used x-ray vision to see why Carter wanted her to open that gift so badly and had decided that Cat wouldn’t be happy playing video games all night.

She was, of course, correct.

Cat was, however, extremely happy to watch both Carter and Kara pick gifts in which she’d wrapped up several smaller gifts into a larger box, which had given her the joy of watching their faces light up over and over again as they pulled out imported candies, small toys, and other assorted trinkets that she had handpicked specifically for each of them while traveling on business trips throughout the year.

She had chosen a gift from Carter. The box was well wrapped, and he made a point of telling her that he’d wrapped it by himself. She was honestly impressed, and the present impressed her more. It was a golden locket with the CatCo logo on one side and the Supergirl symbol on the other. Inside were two pictures of the three of them she remembered taking at different times that year. She’d mocked the selfie stick at the time, but she had to admit the photos were respectable when placed in the locket.

They hadn’t verbally commented on the Supergirl symbol, but Cat made a mental note that it was probably time to go ahead and confirm the not so secret secret about Kara. Carter was her son, after all. They should’ve realized he’d figure it out quickly once he had the opportunity to see Kara frequently.

“You’ll just have to wait, Carter. In fact,” she glanced at the clock on the wall, “it’s about time for you to go to bed anyway.”

He groaned. “Do I have to? It’s Christmas Eve. Shouldn’t I be allowed to stay up late on a holiday?”

“Technically, the holiday is tomorrow, and you are up past your regular bedtime.” She began picking up, Kara quietly following her lead to help clean. “Now, help us, and then it’s time for bed.”

Cleanup went quickly, and Carter was tucked away in bed in under an hour leaving the two women snuggled up alone in the living room to enjoy the quiet late night Christmas Eve always seems to bring.

Kara cleared her throat after a few minutes and pushed to sit up on the couch. “Cat, I know we said only one present a piece tonight, but I wanted you to have this, and, uh,” she began to blush as she handed over the small, flat box, “I didn’t want you to open it in front of Carter. I kind of assumed you’d open one of his tonight, so I figured I was safe.”

Cat took the offered gift with a quirk of her eyebrows. “Should I be worried?”

“No,” the younger blonde’s blush deepened. “I just… um… it’s not something I would, you know… it’s just…” she huffed, reaching up to adjust her glasses and rolling her eyes at herself. “Just open it.”

With an amused smirk, Cat began to peel back the colorful wrapping to reveal a white box lid. She narrowed her eyes, wondering what on earth could be in a box roughly the size of an average sized picture frame. Tossing the paper aside, she pulled off the lid of the box and audibly gasped.

In a perfectly matted frame was the sexiest photo Cat had ever seen. It was Kara posed in a delightfully framed and light boudoir shot, nude and tastefully turned so that much was left to the imagination. She lay over the top of what was likely her cape, which was draped over a white couch with her bright red boots resting in the foreground in front of the piece of furniture and her suit situated over the back of the sofa so that her crest was evident.

Cat gingerly ran her finger over the glass, staring at the photo with greedy eyes. “This has James Olsen’s prints all over it.”

“What? No it doesn’t!” Kara’s voice held a note of irritation. “We cleaned that frame, like, a hundred times.”

Despite herself, Cat laughed as she finally looked up to find Kara caught somewhere between offended and confused. “I mean the piece of artwork in the frame. Figuratively, it has Olsen’s prints all over it, and I can’t say I’m thrilled he’s seen you nude. Frankly, I’m not thrilled anyone but me has seen you nude,” she sighed, turning back to the photo, “but this is amazing.” She pulled it to her chest and returned her gaze back to Kara. “Thank you.”

The other woman’s smile beamed. “I’m glad you like it!” She let out a relieved sigh. “I just wanted to do something different, sometime just for you.”

“Well, you’ve succeed.” Cat pulled the frame away from her chest to look down at it. “It’s going to look fantastic in my bathroom, right over my soaking tub.”

Kara tilted her head in question. “Why there?”

Cat’s smirk returned. “So I have something to look at when you’re not around and I’m trying to relieve some tension.”

“Oh,” the younger woman replied absently before the comment fully sunk in, and she blushed even more deeply. “Oh,” she commented again with more understanding.

With a chuckle and a wink, Cat stood to walk toward her bedroom. It took only a second for Kara to catch on and quickly follow.

[the-witch-and-her-husbands]

A Secretary Is Not a Toy?

Jil could hardly believe it was her own reflection staring back at her. Her hair was swept up into a becoming twist, her nails painted a flattering nude, and her makeup had never been so tastefully or artfully applied. And the dress! Petrol blue in colour, it had a fitted bodice that hugged her curves, before sweeping to the floor in a full skirt. Not only that, but matching shoes and a handbag had been sent as well. The entire ensemble probably cost more than she made in a month. She really did feel like a princess. The doorbell rang, interrupting her reverie. She rushed to answer it. Rather than sending the cabbie, her boss himself was standing on her doorstep. Her breath caught in her throat. He was a handsome man anyway, always looking good in a suit. But the tuxedo made him a truly stunning sight to behold. He smiled when he saw her. 'Jilomena. You look gorgeous.' He stepped forward to give her cheek a quick peck. 'Thank you, Mr Gissing.' She blushed furiously. Get a hold of yourself, girl. 'Please call me John.' He offered her his arm to go down the steps. 'As long as you call me Jil.' She took his arm, all but floating to the waiting cab. She was incredibly nervous as they got inside. She'd never been alone with him before, not really, and they were sitting ever so close together. She was sure he could hear her heart racing. He turned out to have a wicked, dry sense of humour that emerged when they were a little more comfortable with one another. She wasn't giggling to flatter his ego, but rather because she found him genuinely amusing. The drive seemed to pass in no time at all. He offered her his hand again to help her out once they'd arrived at their destination. It seemed he held on rather longer than necessary, but he did eventually let go - to put his hand on the small of her back as they walked. She could virtually feel his touch burning though her dress. The little touches continued, and even seemed to increase as the champagne flowed. He went from little brushes of her hands and arms to slipping an arm around her waist or shoulders as he introduced her to people. Over and over she was described as 'his girl Friday,' 'his right-hand woman,' 'he'd be lost without her,' 'the best PA in London,' and so on and so forth. She tried to modestly deny it, but he was adamant in his praise. Although the food was delicious when they sat down to dinner, she could hardly eat a thing for the butterflies in her stomach. 'This is some hotel, isn't it?' he remarked to her. She nodded. 'Yes, quite. I've always wanted to stay in a place like this.' He gave her a thoughtful look as he sipped his champagne. Her eyes met his over the rim of her glass. Did...did that look mean what she hoped it did? Surely not. Wishful thinking.

[megazeo]

As anyone who’s seen me previously speak on the subject already knows, I wasn’t really looking forward to the new Power Rangers movie. Ever since the first image of Elizabeth Banks’ Rita Repulsa was released, I “knew” the movie was doomed. Previous film adaptations that had redesigned its characters to such an extreme degree were The Super Mario Bros. Movie, Godzilla (1998), and X-Men Origins: Wolverine - Movies that were universally agreed to be horrible and insultingly unfaithful to their source material. It only got worse from there. Alpha 5 went from a cutesy robot to a terrifying little monkey-lizard. Goldar went from a main character to a silent, gold Godzilla. The Dino Zords somehow managed to look worse than the Michael Bay Dinobots.

To put it mildly, I was not looking forward to this.

But then the movie actually came out. Despite my initial concerns, I was hearing… good things about the movie? Literally everywhere I went, I heard how this was the movie Power Rangers fans had been waiting for, how it really did justice to the characters despite their redesigns, it was the best thing to come out of the franchise in years, and how it was just a good movie all around. In spite of myself, I started to get hopeful. Excited, even. After all, I didn’t want to dislike the movie. I didn’t want it to be bad. Maybe once I got past the awful redesigns, the movie actually was good. Yeah, Rita looked like some generic Syfy Channel villainess, but maybe she acted like Rita. I’d heard Elizabeth Banks was really hamming it up, and if anything describes Rita Repulsa, it’s hammy. So I put my opinions of the new designs aside. I already knew about them. They were no longer a surprise. I decided they were not going to ruin my enjoyment of the film. This wasn’t the same Power Rangers that I’d grown up with. This was new. I accepted that. I sat in the theater and soon Saban’s Power Rangers (2017) began.

I was stunned.

Out of all the complaints I could’ve had about this movie, I in no way expected it to be BORING.

CAST:

First off, let me say that the characters are well written and that the cast acts them very well. However, that being said, NONE of these characters - except for Billy and, to a slightly lesser degree, Trini - ARE LIKEABLE. Jason is an unhappy, rebellious teen… for some reason? His father wants him to do well in life, but he doesn’t seem to ever really venture into “overachieving asshole parent” territory, so I’m not entirely sure what Jason is rebelling unhappily against. Kimberly is legitimately a HORRIBLE person, spreading a classmate’s nude picture around school. Like, it’s nice that she feels bad about it later, but she’s still nevertheless a HORRIBLE person. And then she says “Serves you right!” when the girl almost gets killed by molten Goldar blood later in the movie because… Kimberly said she was sorry so I guess that makes the other girl a bitch now. Zack is literally just a loudmouth asshole, but I guess we’re supposed to like him/feel sorry for him because he has a sick mother? Billy, as I said before, is the most likeable member of the team, a kind soul who just wants the group to come together and be superheroes. I don’t know why he had to be on the spectrum, exactly. I’m not badmouthing it, or even saying I disliked it, really. It’s done really tastefully and never presented as a bad thing, which is great, it just kinda feels like “This ain’t the ‘90s anymore, yay relevance!” Like, why couldn’t he just be smart and unpopular? Is that not a thing anymore? Trini literally shows up well after everyone else has been fully established and her introduction totally reeks of afterthought, as if the screenwriters suddenly remembered “Oh, wait, there are five teenagers, aren’t there?” That said, once introduced, Trini does become a really interesting character with some actual motivation behind her “teenager with attitude"ness.

To sum up, despite some serious missteps, the Rangers are nevertheless fleshed out and acted well, turning them from the cardboard cutouts of the TV show to some well-rounded, flawed characters. So what was my problem with this story of angsty teenage drama, exactly? It never stopped. This movie was SO busy fleshing out the Rangers that it forgot to do anything Power Rangers-related until roughly the LAST TWENTY MINUTES OF THE MOVIE.

PLOT/PACING/EDITING:

The cliff-jumping scene lasts way too long. As do the “Wait, we all have powers!” scenes as they wake up the next morning after finding the Coins. There are at least three, possibly up to five, different instances of the Rangers standing in a circle, staring sadly at each other, saying “We don’t know each other very well, but we all have shitty lives, so maybe we should come together and be Power Rangers so we can finally have a family.” ALL IN COMPLETELY SEPARATE SCENES. And then we have what feels like twenty minutes of Zordon and Alpha training the Rangers, which is essentially just “Ow, being hit by rocks hurts” over and over. And then one of the Rangers finally succeeds in morphing, so Zordon gets pissed off and tells them all to GTFO…? Now don’t get me wrong, I understand why he gets angry - How can Billy have morphed without knowing how? Time is of the essence. But they should have worked up to Zordon getting to that point. Jason: “Billy just morphed!” Zordon: “What? That’s excellent! Finally, you Rangers are showing some progress! Billy, why don’t you go ahead and tell the others how you did it?” Billy: “…I don’t know how I did it.” Zordon: “…What?” Billy: “I don’t know how I morphed.” Zordon: “What do you mean, you don’t know how you morphed? How is that even possible?!” Billy: “I don’t know, it just happened!” Zordon: “That does it! We don’t have time for this!” This way, the movie shows him becoming understandably frustrated, instead of just blowing up like a temperamental asshole.

This movie drags its feet to an unbelievable level. The scene where the Rangers fight Rita on the docks? That should have happened 30 - 40 minutes into the movie, not right before the final fight of a 2+ hour film. And the fight is shrouded in darkness, reducing Rita and the Rangers to silhouettes, like this is some no-budget direct-to-video movie using darkness to hide its lack of budget. But hey, at least there’s that awesome rematch later where the Rangers fight Rita again after they get their powers, showing how strong they are as a fully powered team… What’s that? That never happens? ARE YOU SERIOUS? This is one of the most basic rules of superhero movies - the hero(es) and the villain(s) have to fight at some point! But hey, at least there’s the really awesome fight scene where the Rangers… fight the Putties. For about ninety seconds.

Let me repeat that: The Power Rangers appear for the first time with roughly twenty minutes of movie left, fight the Redshirts for about a minute and a half, and then the entire rest of the film is Zord action. If you’ve seen the trailers, you’ve pretty much seen all of the Rangers’ non-Zord screen time.

This is even worse than Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: The Movie, which featured no fight between the Rangers and Ivan Ooze, but at least had that one good, long fight against the Oozemen at the construction site. Can you imagine if they made a Batman or Avengers movie where the costumed hero appeared for that short a time and only at the very end and never fought the main villain? People would flip their shit.

Also… We get the prologue with Zordon and Rita, then Jason’s introduction with the cow… And then the title? Shouldn’t that have been prologue, title, Jason? That’s such a weird choice.

TONE:

I get it. This isn’t the same kiddie TV show as before. This ain’t your Daddy’s Power Rangers. This is a big budget blockbuster with big boy special effects and biting teen angst!

But holy shit, this whole movie is just so grim and ugly and dark and depressing. There is no beacon of hope, visually or metaphorically. The teens are all awful people aside from Billy, Zordon is an asshole, Alpha is hideous, the Zords look just as ugly as the monsters they fight, the Power Rangers themselves are all dark and overly complicated and bio organic looking (like some sort of deformed love child of Iron Man and the Xenomorphs). The lesson the Rangers need to learn in order to unlock their suits is literally “Stop being assholes, both to each other and in general.” There are no friendly faces in a situation (and franchise) that badly calls out for one. Trini’s mother is psychotic in a scene that was presented as comedic in the trailer - She apparently had a urine sample cup ready and waiting at the dinner table, though thankfully, unlike Dawn of Justice, at least this one goes unfilled. Rita Repulsa, intergalactic sorceress and former Green Ranger, starts causing havoc, but instead of creating monsters and blowing up buildings and demanding that the people of Earth bow to her whim, SHE SPENDS THE FIRST THIRD OF THE FILM MURDERING HOBOS AND POLICEMEN.

THERE IS LITERALLY A NEWS REPORT ABOUT THE “GOLDEN SERIAL KILLER” PLAGUING ANGEL GROVE.

JESUS CHRIST, IS THIS STILL A FAMILY FILM?

This is one of the film’s biggest problems. There are some nice scenes, a few funny lines, and some cool special effects, but at no point does the film really feel fun.

“POWER RANGERS” STUFF:

Oddly, every time an actual name or term from the show was spoken, it brought me out of the movie in a similar fashion as when one of the original cast members cameoed in Ghostbusters (2016). “Putties.” “Alpha 5.” “Rita Repulsa.” “Angel Grove.” “Zeo Crystal.” Oh, right, I’m watching a movie about Power Rangers. I forgot.

And why are the Putties called “Putties?” In the show they’re called Putties because they’re made out of putty. Clay. Here, they’re dirt, rocks, and occasionally concrete. And why are the Putties such a big threat? They range from human sized to fifteen feet tall with six arms and shit. If they wanted some big monster-y things for the Rangers to beat up on why not throw in Eye Guy or King Sphinx or Pumpkin Rapper or something?

I feel like Zordon and Alpha’s voices should’ve been altered a bit. Zordon is a giant computer head whose voice fills the entire ship, so to hear Bryan Cranston’s normal voice come out of him was just weird. Similarly, Bill Hader’s untouched voice didn’t quite fit a tiny “cute” character like Alpha. I’m not saying make them quite as deep/high pitched as in the show, but a slight adjustment would have been nice.

The Power Coins are never shown up close, meaning we never see the dinosaur symbols on them, and so they literally just look like rocks with colored gel bits in the middle. They’re more Power Medallions than Coins.

“I’ll be back for the Crystal! Others will come for the Crystal!” Oh, God, please don’t tell me that every villain’s motivation now is just gonna be “I want the Zeo Crystal.”

I like how they got rid of Bulk and Skull, only to give Billy a bully anyway. Apparently having two bullies would’ve been confusing.

ZORDON, RITA, AND ALPHA:

I like how they go and give Zordon and Rita this big intertwined history - He was the Red Ranger, she was the Green. She betrayed their team and everything went to shit. A big deal was made about this leading up to the film. - and then absolutely none of it matters beyond the opening scene. There’s no “Anakin vs. Obi-Wan” dynamic at all. Zordon doesn’t seem sad about going up against his former teammate, Rita doesn’t have a moment of hesitation at any point, there’s no scene of Rita breaking into the Command Center and the two of them having bitter words with one another. Rita used to be the Green Ranger and… that’s it we’re done with that now.

Speaking of Rita being the Green Ranger (as opposed to simply her history with Zordon), that never really goes anywhere, either. Yeah, she uses the Dragon Coin to charge her wand, but that could’ve just been Rita doing her usual magic spell stuff. She didn’t need to be the Green Ranger for anything she does in the film. At no point does she do anything Green Ranger-y. She doesn’t attempt to summon the Dragonzord. She doesn’t fire an energy blast from her wand that has some cool dragon head effect at the tip of it. There’s no “Only a Power Ranger can access the Zeo Crystal,” which would be bad because Rita is one. This, combined with the lack of any actual interaction between her and Zordon as mentioned above, results in there being literally no reason for her to be the Green Ranger.

I mean, why does Rita not morph? There is never anything said at any point in the movie like she’s too weak to morph, or the Dragon Coin is damaged, or she lost her Morpher in the meteor blast (does this universe even have Morphers?), or she’s evolved past the need for Zordon’s silly Ranger suits, or anything like that. So why doesn’t she actually morph into the full Green Ranger at any point to fight the Rangers? “You’re so silly!” you may be thinking. “Not everything has to be packed into this one movie alone. That’s what the sequels are for!” Except, no, it’s not. If there was a film to actually explore and properly utilize the “Rita is the Green Ranger” plot, it was this one. In future movies, villain-wise, we’re gonna be introducing and dealing with Lord Zedd or King Mondo or whoever. Sure, Rita will probably still be around and team up with Zedd or something, but by then Tommy is going to be the Green Ranger (or Tammy, if the cast has their way). The time for “Green Ranger Rita” has passed.

I feel like Zordon and Alpha desperately needed a scene of their own. Every scene they’re in, they’re either instructing or yelling at or reacting to the Rangers, but they needed a moment to just be characters by themselves. Especially after Zordon loses his shit and the Rangers have their little campfire chat. Alpha: “Zordon, they… They’re trying, y'know? This is a huge thing we’re asking of them. They’re just kids.” Zordon: *sigh* “I know they are. I shouldn’t have yelled at them. I just… I don’t want what happened to my team to happen to them.”

Also, and I will totally chalk this one up to personal preference, but it felt weird with Alpha calling Zordon “Master.” Nothing wrong with it, necessarily, it just felt off to me.

Also also, the Rangers clearly need a strong emotional bond in order to unlock their suits, which Zordon hopes they achieve by punching hologram Putties…?

ALSO also also, was Rita not imprisoned? Like, in any fashion? Wasn’t there an image released of Rita (in her modern Green not-quite-a-Ranger suit) trapped in crystal or something? Wasn’t she sealed away along with the Power Coins? I thought the Rangers were supposed to free her or something. This leads into another issue…

The Rangers and Rita have nothing to do with each other. What I mean is, the Rangers mess around in the quarry and stumble upon the Power Coins by pure chance. Meanwhile, Rita is accidentally dredged up out of the ocean by some fishermen. The problem is… These are two completely unrelated events. The Rangers aren’t called to the Coins because Rita is nearing. Rita doesn’t wake up because the Power Coins are activated. They are literally just two things that coincidentally happen at the same time. What if the fishermen were fishing in a different area that day and the teens got the Power Coins for no reason? What if the teens decided to not hack into that crystal and pull out the Power Coins, but the fishermen still pulled Rita out of the ocean? These are both legitimately things that could have happened. There’s no predestined “The Coins found you because Rita is coming” or anything. The teens stumble upon the Coins and the fishermen stumble upon Rita.

And finally, the Megazord backhands Rita into outer space (which, I will admit, was hilarious and awesome). But then the Rangers just go about their day. They don’t say anything about her. Zordon and Alpha don’t say anything about her. Do they think she just disintegrated when the Megazord slapped her? They didn’t even recover the Dragon Coin, did they? Do they know where she is? Are they just assuming she’s going to be back at some point? For all they know, she’s somewhere on Earth, alive and active, raising an army of Goldars.

GOLDAR:

I will admit, this entire bit is simply “What I would’ve done instead,” but I feel like this one is worth mentioning.

There is literally no reason for Goldar to be reduced to a voiceless kaiju. They could have told the same story while keeping him much more akin to his television counterpart: Rita creates Goldar much earlier in the film, in the jewelry shop sequence. He’s the one that kills the police officer, not a Putty. Rita: “It’s good to see you again, old friend.” Goldar: “It is an honor to serve you once more, my Empress.” Later, when the Rangers arrive for the final battle, Rita simply makes Goldar grow. He still gets his ass beaten by the Megazord, but instead of dying, he merely shrinks back to human size. When Rita gets smacked into outer space, Goldar panics and follows, flying after her. This keeps Goldar faithful to his character while literally telling the exact same story the movie wanted to tell, and also keeping Goldar (one of the franchise’s main villains) alive for future appearances. They could’ve even used the same “chocolate fountain” design.

THE ZORDS:

But you know, as much as I dislike Rita and Goldar’s redesigns, they at least serve a purpose, story-wise. Rita has the skintight green suit because she used to be the Green Ranger. Goldar is a big messy blob kaiju because Rita hastily creates him out of molten gold. But the Megazord… The Megazord is quite possibly the most ugly, unappealing, least cool/awesome/badass-looking giant robot to ever be conceived in all of cinema history, from either the U.S. or Japan… And there is absolutely no reason for it. The Zords weren’t hastily thrown together by Alpha at the last minute. They weren’t in the middle of altering their appearance into dinosaurs and then got interrupted or lost interest or something. They just look like shit.

As far as the individual Dino Zords go, the Tyrannosaurus doesn’t look too bad. The Triceratops is okay, kind of. I can make out the horns occasionally. The Sabertooth Tiger and the Mastodon are always moving around so quickly that I can never make them out successfully. I can’t even really complain about the Mastodon’s eight spider legs because the damn thing was always jumping around so fast I couldn’t see the legs, I couldn’t see the trunk, I couldn’t see the tusks. For most of the movie it looked like Zack was piloting a big black aspirin. The Pterodactyl was just this big pink… thing in the sky. Did it even have a head?

And I’m sorry, but they’re way too small. Size wise, they’re essentially tanks on legs. They should not be smaller than a noticeable majority of the buildings around them (most of which are of the single story, small town, “mom and pop store” variety) and they should most certainly not be in danger of being overwhelmed by the Putties. Zords are supposed to be gigantic, not “kinda big.”

And then, in the middle of the climactic Zord fight, basically the moment the entire movie has been leading up to, the film suddenly gets massively, inexcusably, infuriatingly lazy. As bad as the Zords look, I was at least looking forward to seeing how they all come together. After all, looking at the Dino Zords, then at the Megazord, I honestly had no idea how they all came together and formed their various Megazord parts. Well, apparently, the filmmakers couldn’t figure it out, either. The Dino Zords fall into a hole, there’s a cloud of smoke and dust, and then the Megazord walks out of the cloud, fully formed. I was absolutely stunned at the complete and utter lack of giving a shit when it came to this sequence. Debatably one of the world’s most iconic combining robots AND IT DOESN’T COMBINE ONSCREEN? Can you imagine if you watched the first Transformers movie and Optimus Prime never transformed?! There’s a single extreme close up of some gears turning or something, but that’s it, and even that is mostly obscured by smoke and fire. Even Turbo: A Power Rangers Movie gave us a Megazord combination sequence and that thing barely had a better budget than an Asylum movie!

Also, this seems to be the first time Rita has ever seen a Megazord. But… it can’t be, right? Surely this can’t be the first time the Megazord has been formed. Surely Rita and Zordon know about Megazords.

“GO GO POWER RANGERS” AND THE SOUNDTRACK:

So, they use “Go Go Power Rangers” in the movie, which is awesome. The same version from Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: The Movie, even. While it was really cool in a Easter egg sort of way, there are two problems with this.

1) We don’t get anything else. There’s no new “Go Go Power Rangers 2017 Version.” They literally could not bother recording a new version of the franchise’s main theme for their big budget blockbuster feature film adaptation. They literally just used a twenty two year old track for about thirty seconds.

2) Does the movie play “Go Go Power Rangers,” the team’s triumphant, ass-kicking theme song, when the Rangers morph for the first time? When they fight the Putties? When they fight Goldar? When they form the Megazord? When they kill Goldar? When they bitchslap Rita into the stratosphere? No. We get it as the Zords run from Point A to Point B.

Thrilling.

What makes it even worse is that they play a rather awesome sounding orchestral version of the theme during the end credits, after the mid-credit sequence. This rendition would’ve been amazing to hear as the Megazord fights and slays Goldar.

In a slightly unrelated note: Power Rangers, particularly MMPR, is known for having a rockin’, kick ass soundtrack. This movie’s soundtrack is all sad, slow shit. WTF? I’m not saying it should’ve been filled with covers of “I Will Win” and “We Need A Hero,” but SOME rock songs would’ve been nice. Literally every song in the film sounded like its own sad, depressing cover version.

THINGS I DID LIKE:

The cast really does well with their roles. Jason interacting with Billy was done really well, as was Jason and Kimberly’s “Let’s just up and leave this shit hole town” scene.

I don’t know if it was intentional, but when the cow roars at Jason at the start, it’s the same sound effect the TV show used for the Tyrannosaurus Dinozord.

Alpha being Billy’s “training dummy” as he practiced fighting. It was a nice little moment that I could see happening with the original characters.

Trini and Kimberly’s little lunch training session at the diner. I ship it.

Zordon reciting the classic three rules of being Power Rangers to the teens. Honestly, it stuns me that they not only remembered them, but bothered using them.

Rita enjoying a donut as Goldar destroys the city.

The Rangers forming the Megazord for the first time… And then not knowing how to pilot it, so they fall over.

The Megazord bitchslapping Rita into outer space. That was classic stupid goofy MMPR.

THINGS I SHOULD’VE LIKED BUT DIDN’T:

The aforementioned use of “Go Go Power Rangers.” It was nice to hear, but it was way too little and most certainly not the wisest use of the theme if they could apparently only use it once.

“Make my monster grow!” Uhh… he’s already giant when she says that. He’s a permanently giant monster. The line makes no sense. “I’m at the corner of Mariner Bay and Reefside…” Again, I appreciate the Easter egg, but it was just so clunky with its reference-ness. Maybe if it had been said in a news report or something.

The cameos by Amy Jo Johnson and Jason David Frank. Not that they shouldn’t have made cameos, it just felt like it was left over from a different, more fun film. “Hey, look, it’s the original Tommy and Kimberly!” feels severely out of place when shoved into the middle of this grim and gritty teen drama. That’s actually a problem with a lot of the Power Rangers elements in this film - They feel out of place in their own movie.

The mid-credit sequence. Really? They’re planning five sequels to this shit and the best they can do is a green shirt? No hints or tease for Lord Zedd, Master Vile, the Machine Empire, Divatox, Dark Specter, the Dragonzord, the Thunder Zords, the Ninja Zords, Saba, the Alien Rangers, Ninjor, Lt. Stone, nothing? We’re not even really allowed to enjoy the Tommy tease because it’s immediately interrupted by “lol, Billy blew up his locker again.”

OTHER THINGS:

Joseph Kahn, Adi Shankar, and Jil Hardin should look into a plagiarism suit because the opening of this movie is almost verbatim the opening of POWER/RANGERS. It even has the exact same establishing shot of the Red Ranger’s helmet laying on the charred ground, with death and destruction happening in the background.

“Send the meteor to my coordinates!” Wait, what? Zordon and/or Alpha can cast Meteor? What is this meteor? What does it do? It can’t be Zordon’s ship/the Command Center, because he wouldn’t call that “the meteor,” he’d call it “my ship.” Zordon buries the Power Coins on his own, so it doesn’t help with that, either. I guess it just kinda knocks Rita into the sea? And maybe kills the dinosaurs? Good job? I freely admit that this is an oddly specific thing to focus on, but what was up with that slim, “independent film” title, shoved way off into the corner? Where was the big block letter logo with the lightning bolt in the middle, smack dab in the middle of the screen, optionally accompanied by an instrumental “Go Go Power Rangers” riff? The trailers got this right, why change it?

They actually used the idea of the Rangers’ helmets opening up and revealing their faces, a la Iron Man. This was an idea they originally had for Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: The Movie back in 1995, but scrapped it because it looked stupid, deciding that their helmets should be, y’know, helmets. I don’t understand why they brought this idea back, as it doesn’t suddenly look better just because it’s 2017. Not to mention it allows the movie to do the “Can’t keep the stars’ faces covered for too long!” thing that always ruins climactic fights in superhero movies. It was so awkward and obvious whenever they’d state the Rangers’ full names. It was like the movie was making a point for everyone in the audience to know what their last names were. This wouldn’t be a problem except the only Ranger they don’t do this with is Trini (who clearly is not a “Kwan”) and it’s really noticeable. “JASON SCOTT!” “KIMBERLY HART!” “BILLY CRANSTON!” “ZACK TAYLOR!” “…and Trini.” The fact that Krispy Kreme was literally a plot point and central location in this film is beyond stupid. It was the level of product placement in a movie you’d expect to see from someone making fun of product placement in movies. Couldn’t the location of the Zeo Crystal have been the Youth Center? The Krispy Kreme could just be a business next door, or Ernie could’ve been doing a little promotional “Come buy Kripsy Kreme fruit smoothie donuts!” It kinda made me regret getting those PR donuts a little bit, truth be told. I thought it was just a fun little promotional thing, I didn’t realize Krispy Kreme had a supporting role in the film.

BOTTOM LINE:

Takes far, far too long for anything Power Rangers-related to happen. Yes, Zordon and Alpha are in the movie a lot, but they alone can’t carry the entire film.

No real sense of fun at any point.

The Power Rangers elements feel out of place in their own film.

The biggest problem with this movie is that the filmmakers had absolutely no sense of proportion, ratio, or balance. The teens and their characterization were great, but they took over the entire movie, while the actual Power Rangers elements were shoved into the corner and all but forgotten about until there was almost no time left to do anything with them. It was 85% teen angst and 15% Power Rangers when it needed to be 60% teen angst, 40% Power Rangers. Or, Heaven forbid, maybe even 50/50. It felt like the filmmakers were all “Shit, there are five more of these things coming. Let’s get all the characterization out of the way now so the sequels can be Power Rangers kung fu fun out the wazoo!” But that’s no way to make a film. What happens if something goes askew and this series goes the way of Divergent? What if the series is suddenly cancelled at some point and they never actually get around to what the hell the entire point of the franchise was? Even the MCU, which has movies planned until roughly 2055, still tells a complete story and gives their titular heroes plenty of time to shine in each individual film. This movie felt like a really good first draft that, while promising, was still in some serious need of going over and editing/rewriting. As it is, it feels like a Power Rangers film that has absolutely no interest in being a Power Rangers film.

[sweetbunnykook]

Can i ask for advice? How do you tastefully send semi nudes? D love to join groups like that, it sounds silly but idk how. And i think your reaction is normal and sweet/kind. You knew the women were upset but sometimes people dont understand you dont get that perfect flattering shot like that. When you see a beautiful picture your insecurities can just eat you up. The femdom sounded like she wasn't even part of that convo?? She sounds rude tbh. Im sorry that happened

Are you talking about timing or how to take semi-nudes? I just had a cute picture of me in bra and panties after a shower and took a quick snap of it. It was from a year or two ago so the photo quality wasn’t the best but it was tasteful in that 1. I had a pin-up girl pose (leaning over) 2. I had a button down over so it concealed enough to not look completely lewd and 3. It looked casual and carefree (not too much posing). I never sent it to anyone except my friend and since people were sending their semi-nudes, I also contributed. I didn’t start the chain reaction. 😂 I’d never have the guts to. 

She was the host of the group chat actually and I joined much later than half the people there. She just seemed very nice one moment then a bit too rude the next. I understand the femdom persona may call for it, but it was not the right time and place. Also, you can find groups like that on twitter. That was where the group chat took place. I made an introductory post about my lewd account and followed people and soon enough, people started following back. It doesn’t take much effort to make mutuals on there (especially if you’re a woman) since everyone is horny lmao 😂😂

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