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#wentworthmiller. The most courageous and fearless person I have ever met. A man that shuns adulation and the glare of celebrity a private man who  has zero interest in affirmation of any kind. He doesnt need it he knows who he is where he’s going. He stands true to himself regardless of the consequences. His integrity is unmatched his desire to follow his own path his way is truly inspiring I haven’t seen anything quite like it. I’ve learnt so much from my bro. People ask us constantly whats the reason behind our on screen chemistry. It’s impossible to articulate but what I do know is, there is zero #ego between us never has been. We care for one another deeply; yes like brothers and simply want the best for one another. He is like a brother to me a dear friend that I would do anything for as he would me. Love ya mate. Thanks for this crazy fucked up amazing journey we are experiencing together. #legend- Dominic Purcell

velvetchrysalis  asked:

Could you please write an analysis how the signs are when they go "bad" and use their assets negatively?

Aries reigns in on pure egocentrism to dominate and control instead of learn and understand. Instead of encouragement and genuine concern, the Aries perceives criticism and becomes overly defensive. Unwillingness to learn from experience creates continuous destructive cycles in relationships and social platforms where they are consistently inappropriate, childish, and reactive 

Taurus becomes stuck in mental, emotional, and physical ruts, internalising fears and anxieties and becoming shells. Often this can be remarked as vanity or over self indulgence but the individual locks themselves away from being touched in any way, saving themselves from bad but forbidding the good, there is over obsession with appearance and image 

Gemini cannot tell the truth from the lie and becomes tangled in their own web of conflicting stories, each seeming to be true at the time but diverting into more complex and manipulative avenues, using right timing silence and the gift of the gab, innocent stare, and denial of responsibility to twist the tale or perception until nobody knows what’s going on anymore 

Cancer becomes consuming, devouring, and overly possessive, in some ways controlling of loved ones as a performance of protection, but trapping the individual from freedom and liberation, martyring themselves so people feel they cannot leave or guilty for their experience of life. Suffocating 

Leo is manipulative with complexes and self generated inadequacies, clinging onto anybody who displays any expression of affection and restricting anybody from leaving, seeking saviours for the inner child in everybody and over dramatising emotional experience so that others display sympathy or validation

Virgo trembles between every variable and cannot take any decisive action, instead becoming a nervous, frantic wreck with little control of life or self, erratic behaviours in relationships and giving off the semblance of selfishness, too tangled in the mind to be set free, avoidant, seclusive, detached  

Libra loses any sense of identity or self, becomes absorbed and imitates into any form of company, instead of offering something genuine and personal to relationships can only offer a hollow reflection, becomes overly idealistic and dependant on partners to save or fulfil them, cannot cope with reality when these ideals or imagined futures do not exist 

Scorpio becomes overly contained in the emotional experience, riding the waves of darkness into traumas they keep revisiting instead and refusing to accept, trying to forget but refusing to remember, so the darkness they deny fuels fires inside, ignites the demons resting place, and they cannot rest in the light so they are projected onto the faces they see, devils everywhere, devils they must destroy 

Sagittarius becomes so trapped in their idea of truth and contained reality that outside opinion and insight is rejected, scolded at, scoffed at, the individual refuses to accept what cannot be perceived beyond eyesight, the whole world becomes a silent echo and they don’t even know they are searching for something brilliant, instead trying to fill the void with every material desire they could devour 

Capricorn becomes suffocated by a harsh, unreceptive, and cold view of reality, feels iciness burn from deep inside and from the outside, and constructs a shell, a defensive mask that hides deep, needing secrets and vulnerabilities. The sterility is offsetting, the need to control becomes evident in every aspect of the individual’s life, because they cannot control the demon inside 

Aquarius becomes overly absorbed in superiorities and versions of truths and realities, exacting supremacy in conversation and validation of thought, unwilling to accept something is unknown or wrongly known, tendency to deplete the capacities of other people’s intelligence compared to their own 

Pisces express the whole spectrum of human and beyond-human archetype. Ghosts and spirits stir in the unconscious, waiting to be unleashed. You cannot believe everything you feel, Pisces can make you experience heaven, hell or both at once. Remember they can wield and rule two worlds you’ve never even been to before. A a wounded pisces can cut to the spirit like a psychic surgeon, detonating somebody’s personality from the soul upward. The same tools that open the door for immense sensitivity and forgiveness become the blades turned on other people. This is why you should never wrong a pisces. You may spend centuries repairing the damage 

-C.

Horrorscope

Aries reigns in on pure egocentrism to dominate and control instead of learn and understand. Instead of encouragement and genuine concern, the Aries perceives criticism and becomes overly defensive. Unwillingness to learn from experience creates continuous destructive cycles in relationships and social platforms where they are consistently inappropriate, childish, and reactive

Taurus becomes stuck in mental, emotional, and physical ruts, internalising fears and anxieties and becoming shells. Often this can be remarked as vanity or over self indulgence but the individual locks themselves away from being touched in any way, saving themselves from bad but forbidding the good, there is over obsession with appearance and image

Gemini cannot tell the truth from the lie and becomes tangled in their own web of conflicting stories, each seeming to be true at the time but diverting into more complex and manipulative avenues, using right timing silence and the gift of the gab, innocent stare, and denial of responsibility to twist the tale or perception until nobody knows what’s going on anymore

Cancer becomes consuming, devouring, and overly possessive, in some ways controlling of loved ones as a performance of protection, but trapping the individual from freedom and liberation, martyring themselves so people feel they cannot leave or guilty for their experience of life. Suffocating

Leo is manipulative with complexes and self generated inadequacies, clinging onto anybody who displays any expression of affection and restricting anybody from leaving, seeking saviours for the inner child in everybody and over dramatising emotional experience so that others display sympathy or validation

Virgo trembles between every variable and cannot take any decisive action, instead becoming a nervous, frantic wreck with little control of life or self, erratic behaviours in relationships and giving off the semblance of selfishness, too tangled in the mind to be set free, avoidant, seclusive, detached  

Libra loses any sense of identity or self, becomes absorbed and imitates into any form of company, instead of offering something genuine and personal to relationships can only offer a hollow reflection, becomes overly idealistic and dependant on partners to save or fulfil them, cannot cope with reality when these ideals or imagined futures do not exist

Scorpio becomes overly contained in the emotional experience, riding the waves of darkness into traumas they keep revisiting instead and refusing to accept, trying to forget but refusing to remember, so the darkness they deny fuels fires inside, ignites the demons resting place, and they cannot rest in the light so they are projected onto the faces they see, devils everywhere, devils they must destroy

Sagittarius becomes so trapped in their idea of truth and contained reality that outside opinion and insight is rejected, scolded at, scoffed at, the individual refuses to accept what cannot be perceived beyond eyesight, the whole world becomes a silent echo and they don’t even know they are searching for something brilliant, instead trying to fill the void with every material desire they could devour

Capricorn becomes suffocated by a harsh, unreceptive, and cold view of reality, feels iciness burn from deep inside and from the outside, and constructs a shell, a defensive mask that hides deep, needing secrets and vulnerabilities. The sterility is offsetting, the need to control becomes evident in every aspect of the individual’s life, because they cannot control the demon inside

Aquarius becomes overly absorbed in superiorities and versions of truths and realities, exacting supremacy in conversation and validation of thought, unwilling to accept something is unknown or wrongly known, tendency to deplete the capacities of other people’s intelligence compared to their own

Pisces express the whole spectrum of human and beyond-human archetype. Ghosts and spirits stir in the unconscious, waiting to be unleashed. You cannot believe everything you feel, Pisces can make you experience heaven, hell or both at once. Remember they can wield and rule two worlds you’ve never even been to before. A a wounded pisces can cut to the spirit like a psychic surgeon, detonating somebody’s personality from the soul upward. The same tools that open the door for immense sensitivity and forgiveness become the blades turned on other people. This is why you should never wrong a pisces. You may spend centuries repairing the damage

-C.

anonymous asked:

What's the difference between classical liberalism, modern liberalism, and neo-liberalism?

Classical liberalism involves the original values espoused by the bourgeois revolutionaries of the 18th and 19th centuries, an elevation of liberty and freedom of speech and stuff. Nine times out of ten, advocates aim for a representative political system and a market economy with “little to no government involvement” (i.e. little to no democratic economic presumptions or social welfare reforms that could help tip the scale of power towards labor and away from capital). In this way, it really is the complementary ideology of the capitalist system – an ideology that seeks out “liberty” to the extent that capital can still remain firmly in charge of society. Some people, like Noam Chomsky for instance, believe that the actual logical conclusions of classical liberalism now imply libertarian socialism, since material conditions have changed a good bit since CL’s conception. I’m skeptical of this idea – I think it’s a very capitalist framework. (This isn’t to say that I don’t think a libertarian socialist society shouldn’t champion many of this things classical liberals champion, like freedom from political tyranny and a great respect for the individual. I just think that classical liberalism stops way short of a more holistic conception of “liberty, equality, solidarity” that achieves ACTUAL human liberation, something that libertarian socialism is actually consistent on via economic democracy and the abolition of class domination.)

Modern liberalism generally implies some degree of social liberalism, which in turn is an ideology that takes many of the assumptions of classical liberalism for granted and further argues that greater equality is needed before liberty can be fully utilized. This is why modern liberals/social liberals will generally approve of welfare policies and some concessions for workers’ rights; working- and middle-class social liberals usually support these policies from a genuine perspective to bring about more equality, but upper-class liberals will support them to an extent that capital still remains firmly in charge and class stratification becomes normalized. That latter point is important – nominally about equality, social liberalism is structurally about “reforming so that you can preserve”, essentially passing bigger and better-tasting scraps down to the masses so that they feel more content with their position in life (i.e. still lacking fundamental control at work and in living arrangements, still having to foot colossal bills, but receiving nice benefits and some social prestige).

Neoliberalism is a set of policies and practices that seek out the privatization of economic utilities – a “new liberalism” that essentially just repackages the old ways of pure class domination from capitalists. Neoliberalism took form in the late-70s and early-80s under Reagan and Thatcher and others, and it was mainly a ruling-class response to the 30-year period of social liberalism after World War II. Trickle-down economics, “free trade”, job-outsourcing for cheaper labor, the War on Drugs, etc. – these are all policies that the ruling class pushed to undo any progress being made, especially after the growing revolutionary attitudes of the 1960s. By no means is neoliberalism limited to Republicans; Democrats will happily embrace it, from Bill/Hillary Clinton to Barack Obama. Some say neoliberalism is on its last legs now that Trump and other proto-fascists are gaining power around the world, giving way to a new divide between populists on the left and the right (rather than the old 40-year divide between Whole Foods neoliberalism and 700 Club neoliberalism); I’m not entirely sure about this claim, but my instincts are telling me it might be the case.

Capitalism is now pushing two phenomena that will ultimately lead to its own destruction if we’re sufficiently organized: automation and global climate change. Proto-fascist right-populism can’t address these problems (since it’s merely a front for elite domination), but a socialist left-populism can. Harness the automation for human need/use rather than elite profit, put an end to the unceasing accumulation of capitalism that’s accelerating climate change. All of this taken together might mean that liberalism itself is on its way out. Only time will tell in that regard.

Hope this was informative/answered your question sufficiently!

-Daividh

Time for ourselves

SMUT WARNING! I felt very shy writing this though I’m a sinful person lol. I feel like you’re gonna like it so please give me feedbacks. Plus talk to me just because you can.

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“Thank yeh mum.” Harry said kissing his mother’s cheek and then pecking the tiny forehead of his 1 year old baby girl. After Rose has been born it wasn’t easy for you both to take some time out of your busy schedules and give time to each other. Harry being busy with his upcoming movie and his new album, and you with Rose.

“Take care mumma. And you too little Rosie.” You said tickling the small belly of your baby and you Hugged Anne at the porch of your mansion, Anne came to pick Rose. She wanted to spent some granny and baby time plus wanted you both to have some ‘adult’ time as well. And you couldn’t deny to it.

You missed his touch. His lips. You missed how he felt around you. You missed feeling how big and deep he was. You missed making love with your husband.

You found yourself pressed up against the wall as soon as you waved your mother-in-law and your daughter goodbye for the day. Harry had your wrists pinned up, either side of you on the wall. With a smirk on his face he moved closer and closer and witching mere seconds he had his chest pressed up against you. His breath was fanning on your lips as they craved to be bitten.

“I missed you”

“I missed yeh too” and with that he sealed the words with his mouth to yours. His hand were wandering around your body as they slowly brought the strap of your tee down. His rings dragging along the soft skin of your shoulder, the cold metal sending chills through your body. Soon his lips were on your shoulder peppering it with soft kisses making their way to your neck.

The soft tender flesh of lips meeting your neck created such ecstatic feeling. 

He was taking his own time savoring and enjoying the sweetness of your body.He then kissed up to your jaw and cupped your face kissing you sweetly. His tongue was so welcoming, as soon as he kissed you, it started making love to your own. There was no fight for dominance. Just pure love that you both missed from a long time. 

His hands roamed to your body as he lifted you up and carried you the the bedroom. You were craving for his touch by now. His hand under your bum was sending electric feels through your body as once again his lips founds yours. He was so much desperate for you. And so were you.

“I can’t wait anymore baby” He groaned hiding his face in your neck. With a loud thud he closed the door with his leg and threw you on the soft bed. The crispy sheets got ruined and crumbled up as you grabbed them turning and twisting in your hand eagerly waiting for your husband to make a move. He hovered you kissing you. His lips dragging down along your neck. Suckling on the tender flesh, he started leaving hickeys. His slow movements were making you greedy second by second.

You groaned and rolled over taking him by chance and did the same. Kissing down his neck, you stopped just to pull the piece of clothing covering his toned chest off his body. He was so beautiful, muscular and hot. You wondered how lucky you were living a dream every girl dreams off.

“So hot you are” You leaned in and kissed his nipples. Licked the. Savored them as soft moans left his plumped swollen lips. His chest rising with every breath he took in. Moving further down trailing kisses, you stopped on his v-line. You licked your lips and licked the V. You felt him under you. It was working.

“Don’ tease honey. Please. Need yeh so bad!” 

You giggled and pulled his grey sweats down. His shaft slapped softly against his lower belly. He was big and mouthwatering. You grabbed his base and gave a few good pumps before bringing the tip to your mouth. 

“Cmon look at me sweetie while I take you yeah?” You encouraged him to look at you as you peeked up at him through your lashes.

God it was hot. Only if you could see how hot you looked peeping up at him with his cock in your mouth.

With your next move, he was in your mouth wholly. His tip hitting the back of your throat making you gag, tearing your eyes up. You bobbed your head and rolled his balls in your palm. Shiver ran down his spine when he felt you mumble something making your throat vibrate. The vibration were enough to bring him to the edge.

“Gonna come poppet! Fuck don’ stop!” He moaned with his hands tangled in your hair pushing you further down. His mouth wide open in ‘O’ shape and his eyes closed. His forehead was covered with small sweat beads and his face was flushed. 

The coil in his stomach felt tightening up with ever movement of yours and the next thing your knew was Harry cumming inside your mouth. It took few seconds for you to swallow it all but when you did, you hovered him again.

“God yeh’re so fucking good a’sucking my dick. Lemme show yeh now wha’ I can do” he groaned and rolled over getting you under. He had your arms pinned on either side of your head and his lips busy on your neck.

“Harry please”

“Please wha’?” He smirked.

“Eat me out please” You whined and soon he was between your legs.

His pink tongue was very much busy in exploring your clitoris and his lips were busy kissing your folds. He licked along from your opening all the way to your clit sucking it. His lips leaving it with a pop sound. His nose nudging in every time he licked you. 

He was so hungry and desperate for your taste and was licking you like a hungry man who saw sweet for the first time. He looked up at you and a smirk creeping upon his face. Your face was scrunched up, hands in his hair, legs on his shoulders. Your face was tinted pink and your breath heavy. He was so proud of himself.

With a loud moan you felt three fingers being inserted in you as you tightened your grip around his hair. You hated the fact that he chopped his hair off but it wasn’t that bad. At least he still had something to be tucked on.

He pumped his fingers in you still suckling on your vagina savoring the sweet taste.

“Fuck fuck ! God I-im Gonna cum” You cried. With one last thrust of fingers you came undone as harry straddled you. You were huffing and puffing catching you breath when Harry took you by surprise and entered you without any warning.

His thick cock filling you up and stretching you deliciously. The beautiful feeling brought to your eyes as one managed to escape and made it’s way down your eyes to ear. Harry was busy in moving, he hovered you with his right arms supporting him as he moved faster. But he did saw that.

“oh no’ Wha’s wrong poppet?” he asked cupping your cheek as he stopped instantly afraid that he’s hurting you.

“It’s just I missed this feeling” You said sniffling a bit and smiled bringing his face to yours. The kiss was so sweet and heart clenching with happiness. 

“love yeh” he mumbled against your lips pacing up once again. The slapping of his skin against yours made a filthy sound, but that sound seemed melodious to you. 

He lifted one of your leg and rested it on his shoulder as he himself sat on his knees to fill you up from a new angel. This new position felt amazing. You could feel how deep he was, hitting all the right places.

His face was the most beautiful thing that time. All pink and sweaty. His chest was red and his lips were swollen. His hair messed up but he still looked the most handsome man on the planet.

“Gonna cum once again yeh baby?” He cooed.

“god yes. I’m gonna cum” you cried grabbing the sheets in pleasure.

“Give it t’meh baby. Give me your love.” He said with gritted teeth and it did helped you. Though you would’ve been came just with the sight of him all hard and naked.

Harry kept on thrusting and laid on you as soon as he came undone himself both of your breaths hard. He hide his face in your chest.

“I think mum wouldn’t mind keeping Rose fo’ few more days.” he mumbled against your skin.

“I agree”

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Spencer Reid fav sex things. Gif addition.

AN: Hey guys so on my dash a lot of blogs I follow reblog porn gifs which hey what eves, but so many have made me think of Spencer Reid with his partner, so these are the gif/head canon explanations for his fav things to do in bed. so it will be under a read more cause haha very very explicit gifs of sex and things. so enjoy my loves. 

So tagging a few people, one of these came from reading ‘JT’ by @criminal-minds-fanfiction you know which one! 

Tagging: @tortillachildalyssa @dontshootmespence @bookofreid @reid-my-fortune @reiding-and-writing 

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Event Date Voting & Theme Suggestions Begins May 7th

Hello, my fellow Swen. It is your murderously adorkable admin here with some exciting news.

Does the impending C$ wedding got you down? Are you feeling like the maybe shipping SQ was just too much? Are feeling attacked, let-down, and unloved? Well, fear not. Because while the show is swimming in nonsense, we here at SQW are here to give you, my lovely swens a week of pure SQ tumblr domination with the 9th Bi-Annual SQW!

Theme suggestions and event date voting will begin bright and early May 7th. Until then, please share this with everyone you know. We want this to be a big SQW. 

So start thinking of themes and lets keep Swening it. 

OC SOCIAL MEDIA EDIT - Evie Calloway

“You have got to stop posting pictures online of the Institute Evangeline…”

“But the muggles love it Alec!”

50 shades of Dr. Reid.

AN: So..I have discovered how low-key Daddy Season one Spencer is, like holy shit. So thats where this came from, also a convo I am having with @reid-my-fortune right now….um yeah season 1 daddy kink Spencer smut. cause fuck yeah. 

Tagging: @reid-my-fortune @bookofreid @dontshootmespence @criminal-minds-fanfiction

Since Spencer had started at the BAU, no one could ever see him as you did behind closed doors, in the Bullpen he was the sweet, timid, shy, nerdy Dr. Reid who can tell you how many kernels of corn were on a cob, how long it would take a penny to hit the ground from space, he was to everyone in the office the purest of Cinnamon rolls. 

But to you, he was anything but pure and sweet, of course he was sweet and charming and loving, but thats just the natural nature of your wonderful boyfriend. No you knew Spencer as ‘Daddy’ a pure dominate, who loved to see you squirm at the thought of his hand smacking your bare ass. 
He loved to see your mouth open, cheeks flushed, back arch as he slowly thrusted into you, one hand holding your throat, applying his fingers just the way that causes you to scream as you cum around his cock. 

No, the team knew nothing of that Spencer, the one who at home, had rules, and order, the one who kept mental marks of you breaking them. Left the books out, strike one, teased him at work, strike two, flirted with Morgan to see his reaction, three strikes and your out. And thats what had you in this mess…

you were currently bent over Spencer knee, his fingers trailing up and down your spine, softly stroking the bare skin of your back, 
“Now…tell daddy why he has to punish you?” his voice is breathy, a whisper, 
“because I broke the rules…I didn’t put the books back, and…I teased daddy at work while we were on a case…and I tried to make daddy jealous by flirting with Morgan” a sound of approval came from his throat his hand moving to your bare ass, his hand caressing you, 
“And how many strikes does kitten think she deserves? hmm?” You bit your lip, inhaling sharply as his fingers moved down your slit, his ring finger rubbing over your clit, as he waited for an answer 
“it’s up to you daddy….I was a bad girl….I need to be punished” you whimpered as his hand moved away
“true how about 5, 5 should do it for now” with that you yelped as the first strike hit the sting feeling amazing, 
“One” your voice was breathy as you spoke, counting each hit, finally when it ended you could feel your arousal leaking slightly, Spencer knew this,
“does punishment make you excited….hmm?” without warning you arched up as Spencers fingers pushed inside you, 
“God look how wet it made you, do you want daddy’s cock? is that why you’re dripping? the thought of riding daddy on the couch?” You nodded whimpering
“well how can daddy say no to that when you took your punishment so well” 

Spencer moved you as he stripped himself of his pants and boxer briefs, grabbing your hips he helped position you over his member. 
Slowly you filled yourself, gasping as he slid into you, pausing for a second to adjust you leaned back into his chest your hand finding his hair, 
“please….daddy” his mouth caught yours as he began moving your hips, thrusting up as you moved, 
“fuck daddy….oh god” His hand came up to your throat pressing lightly, watching your mouth fall open, your eyes rolling back 
“God, look at you, such a little slut for daddy cock aren’t you? daddy’s little slut” you rocked against him faster nodding 
“fuck please daddy….please can I cum…please let me cum for you, cum all over your cock” with that Spencer’s free hand moved from your hip to your clit rubbing it fast as he thrusted into you, causing you to gasp out as his breath hit your ear 
“cum for daddy, cum all over his cock, just like the slut you are, cum for me now” with that you felt yourself fall off the edge hard, legs shaking as he fucked you through it, his thrusts becoming staggered before pulling off you his seed hitting your stomach as he climaxed. 

No..no one would believe you if you said, the timid Dr. Spencer Reid was as he is behind the closed door of your apartment….Not one soul. 

THE KINGS NEXUS: KINGS OF THE JUNGLE PART 1

                                     KINGS OF THE JUNGLE

Story by @frickssexywrestling                  Art by @mggm99


The blonde muscle boy saw the opening as his opportunity to take control. He ran fast and lunged forward to tackle the other guy down. But his opponent turned just in time and went low, lifting the blonde hunk off the ground and flying over his head, getting his back slammed hard into the ground dirt. The black ex-football player also collapsed into the ground, exhaustion setting in.
The two muscle boys from the Northeast had extensive wrestling experience but nothing compared to this. This wasn’t mere wrestling based on rules. It was not even the pro version. It was beyond that. Way beyond that. It took skills, improvisation, tenacity, desire, conditioning, strength, adaptation, mental power and so much more. It was the first day and they already felt the energy from their bodies drained from all the other stuff they had done during the earlier part of the day.


And here they were, both lying flat on the ground breathing hard, exhausted, 20 minutes into what they thought was a simple wrestling match based in a jungle setting. But they knew that it wasn’t that simple. The two boys had been at The Kings Nexus in prior years, and knew that there was always something different every year. They had failed to pass to the next level each and every time, but this year, they wanted it. Bad. Only thing, that this year, The Nexus, had been changed completely. Before it was just guys wrestling, fighting it out, a game of pure physical domination.  That’s what Michael Dean and Blake expected. No matter what changed around it, the basic element of wrestling was the determining factor.


They had come in, to the match with that mindset, in simple gear. Blake had chose black trunks while Michael went with a pair of beach shorts.They had come in, to the match in simple gear. Blake had chose black trunks while Michael went with a pair of beach shorts. Their minds in the past not realizing that the future was right on them.


So those outfits were great for other years. But not for the 20th version of The Kings Nexus. Not this crazy jungle setting, in which they could walk, use props, climb ropes and so much more to get an edge over the opponent. It wasn’t a clean air conditioned room with a simple wrestling mat or wrestling ring and a crowd of people sitting around. No. It was a Jungle. A hot, humid, wet and dirty jungle. That changed the whole game. Including their outfits. Before the match started they had to change into Tarzan like loin cloths that revealed much of their bodies. Their beautiful, muscular legs and asses in full display for everyone to see. That was the one thing that made them realize, more than anything, that this was different. That was why throughout their match,  they had been forced, by their own desire to win, by themselves, to keep pushing the envelope and find new ways to win. Just being a good wrestler was not going to get you a victory. During the matches or at the rest of the challenges in The Nexus


It was Michael Dean that first broke out of the wrestling rules. The heavier and more muscular Blake had dominated him in the ground, for the first few minutes. They knew that the rules allowed the use of anything in the area as a weapon or as a tool to defeat their opponent. None of what was around could be used for any permanent damage. But both of them had made a decision in their own mind to just wrestle. They didn’t talk about it between them. They just knew they were wrestlers of similar caliber that could just wrestle it out old school. Besides, they just wrestled in their previous Nexus, why not this time?


But once Michael knew he was in trouble, it was time to change the game. He didn’t plan it or think about it. He just reacted. The blonde young man saw the hanging vine from the tree dragging on the dirt ground. He pulled it towards him taking Blake by surprise, and making him trip, slamming the back of his head on the ground.


The people around them shouted in excitement. Finally the real fight had begun. This is what they were there for. The guests loved the wrestling, the muscular bodies grinding on each other, on the perpetual and eternal game of give and take. But when the paradigm was changed, it opened a whole new door to fresh action. They had seen Michael and Blake before, but it was stoic, stale. But now, they were both reaching deep into their arsenal of weapons, physical, spiritual and psychological. This Nexus would create a new breed of champions. A new more improved version. More aggressive, creative, stronger, open, sexual, dominant, flexible. Guys able to think on their feet, and to find ways to obtain the victory. If you could not win one way, then adapt and find another way, a secret passageway, the secret level, to win in another way. And in return the prize would be even larger than to any other previous Nexus winners.
Blake had not taken that lying down. He also got into the game that Michael opened. That is why they now found themselves, bruised and battered, but having the time of their life.  As they lay on their backs they just began to laugh.

Through the salty sweat falling on his eyes, Blake saw one of the various old school wooden ladders a few feet away from him. It was  nailed into the tree going upwards to the system of walkways that they had to figure out in order to get into the Tree House. It was not the only way up, they could also use the vines and ropes, or even the tree branches. But the ladders were the easiest way.
He saw that Michael was still down so he took a few deep breaths and  mustered all his energy and willed himself back on his feet and without hesitating began going up the ladder. Every step on the ladder took effort, as his massive powerful legs shook from exhaustion. His sweat covered face grimaced, as the black hunk grunted with every move.
The young blonde man noticed that Blake was already going up the stairs. The other stairs were in a tree farther away. Besides he was sure that the tree house was close by. He couldn’t afford to get lost in the maze of walkways and platforms. Michael saw the vine. He had done thousands of these throughout his life, for training during his years as a wrestler. His muscular body was exhausted, but it was the only way.
Michael Dean stood up and took deep breaths. He looked at Blake almost at the top.
“FUCK NO. HE’S NOT FUCKING GOING ANYWHERE!” he said to himself as his beautiful face contorted into one of focus and determination.
And without hesitation began climbing the vine, He didn’t know where he got the strength from. But he went up those 24 feet blazing fast. Every arm and length movement elicited a loud shout, that sounded like cannon balls being shot from deep within his body.


The men around him in the crowd lost their collective mind.
“FUCKING SHIT!” “WHAT THE..!” “THIS IS CRAZY MAN..!"WHOAA!” DAMN THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME!“ "I WISH WE HAD THIS DOPE NEXUS WHEN I WON IT!” “WATCH OUT BLAKE!” “GO GET’M MICHAEL!”
The shouting coming from the audience was loud and powerful, as some of them decided to follow the guys up into the walkways. As long as they didn’t interfere or block the two competitors they could go anywhere and be as close as they wanted to be to them. Some took the ladders and some like Jeff Seid had to show off and use another set of vines to go up towards the walkway.


Once Michael was in the wooden platform above he got on his hands and knees in pure exhaustion. He had put every bit of energy that he had on climbing the rope. But he had done it. Michael had cut his opponents path.
Blake forced air out of his lungs in frustration. His eyes squinting with anger and determination as he looked at the hot and muscular white boy giving his back to him. The muscular and exposed legs and the barely covered gorgeous muscle ass aiming straight at him, on hands and knees.
Blake’s mind wandered for a few seconds as the natural manly desires kicked in. The nostrils flared as he took in more oxygen, his heart rate increasing even more, the cock between his legs now pressing against the leather loincloth.   The young black man’s eyes were transfixed as he travelled to another time and another place, where there was no spectators, just play fight and sexual pleasure.
He came back into place. There was time for that later. Maybe. For now the game was still on.


Blake felt more rested and took advantage of the younger man’s carelessness. He walked quietly, jumped up and crashed landed on him with an elbow to the back. The whole metal and wood structure shook from the 200+ pound of muscle body slamming unto the other man.

The people below clapped and shouted, loving the extreme action. The other guys in the platform stood just feet away from them shouting.
“THATS HOW YOU DO IT!” “TAKE THAT FUCKING BITCH DOWN!” “WHAT THE FUCK MICHAEL!” “SHIT I THOUGHT THIS THING WAS GONNA COME CRASHING DOWN!” “PUNISH HIM BLAKE FOR BEING A CHEATER!”


Blake was pissed off now. That guy was right. He had to punish Michael for cheating. His opponent had changed the rules and he was going to make him pay for it.
You fucking like these fucking piece of shit vines too much. If the rules had been like every other time, you know I’d have kicked your ass all over this place. ” said Blake.
The buff black man grabbed the vine and began tugging on it until it finally broke off the tree branch high above.
But no. You couldn’t beat me on a one on one so you had to go dirty. And since last guys finish last, I guess I’m gonna have to go dirty on your ass too.” he said to Michael.
Blake grabbed the vine, stood in front of  Michael Dean and wrapped it around his neck. The young blonde responded by putting one hand in between the vine and his throat. The dominating man used his superior position to overpower his kneeling opponent, the blonde’s chiseled face was now red, full of veins and desperate. He raised his arm and slammed it on the balls in front of him. Immediately Blake let go of the vine, as he cried out in pain, coughing, and bending over.
YOU FUCKING MOTHER FUCKER!” he shouted.
FUCK YOU. TRIED TO FUCKING CHOKE ME YOU DICKWAD!” replied Michael Dean.


In the meantime the audience below and next to them gave themselves hi-fives as they hollered and shouted.
CMON Blake. You’re getting closer!” “YEAH MAN, YOU PASSED HIM!” “FUCK THE PAIN!” “MICHAEL THAT WAS A CHEAPSHOT!” “FUCK OFF BITCH. DO WHAT IT TAKES MIKE!”


The two guys fed from the energy that the guys in the audience were giving them. It was so loud, intense, powerful that they felt enclosed and trapped by them. And they liked it. It was not just about the crowd, it was who was in the crowd. The who’s who in the fitness and entertainment industry. From CEO’s to athletes, from photographers to writers. A select but powerful group that would determine the winners of The Kings NEXUS. And they were not here being fake. No. In the Nexus everyone was free and raw and real. Everyone was able to express and do whatever they wanted. They could unleash themselves without fear or concern in every way  they wanted. Lots of things happened in the NEXUS. LOTS OF THINGS.

Michael saw the strong legs in front of him and pulled on them, but Blake pulled them out fast from his grasp.
FUCK OFF. NOT THIS TIME YOU FUCKING PUNK!” he shouted at Michael Dean and began walking on the walkway towards where he thought the tree house was. Blake could have attacked Michael but didn’t and the white young man was not going to let him get too far in front.
It was like they were playing a game. They both wanted to win, but they also wanted to be in action with one another. They didn’t want the match to end. The energy and sheer passion between them was too intense, too powerful, too attractive to just end it.

Michael got up and began to walk about five feet behind Blake, almost in a stalking mode. The two guys were drenched in sweat, as it poured out from every inch of their body. The loin cloths were a dark brown, and clung to their body not doing a very good job at hiding the cocks that were under it. Their muscular asses moved powerfully with every step they took. The blonde stud was now the one staring, at the man in front of him. That firm bubble ass, calling him to get closer, to take it to own it. It made him breathe more, walk faster, get closer to it.


Blake reached the next platform and as soon as he was there, Michael who had gotten closer and closer, grabbed him in a reverse bearhug and tried to lift him and throw him down. But the ex-football player  grabbed onto one of the side railings and shoved Michael to the side. They looked at each other. They saw the tree house. It was just one walkway away. Whoever got there first, was A King of the Jungle.
They walked around in circles. They both knew this was it. After such a long battle, it was going to end, exactly the way it started. Wrestling. But only this time in a smaller place, and 25 feet high above the ground. The only thing below them, the safety net.


The two hunks pressed their powerful muscular bodies hard against each other, their heads connecting, staring eye to eye. Their hands played with each other, both looking for an opening as they circled the small  platform. The two wrestlers breathed heavily, as they broke and then reengaged clashing their bodies hard together, the sweat exploding off them and raining on the welcoming spectators below and on the guys close to them. Their mouths were open as they grunted, moaned. Their heads rubbed one another.
The muscle grinding was intense, the action slowly increasing in speed. They went in circles and circles while pushing each other. Their hands grabbing their necks for control.
At this moment everyone in the crowd realized that this was no longer about skill, it was about wanting to win. They were sloppy, careless, they were not thinking at all about what move they were going to do next. They were tired, exhausted, and it was impossible to think with all the shouting around them. It was about not giving up, about holding your ground, about not letting your desire, to stop, to take control of your mind.  It would just take a one second slip for your opponent to take advantage and it would all be over.
Blake was always confident in that he was the superior wrestler, stronger, and more skilled. But Michael just had a lot more stamina. In fact, he was the stronger wrestler at that point after such a long struggle.
Michael went low and grabbed Blake with a classic wrestling single leg. The black stud jumped in one leg fast as he pulled on the leg to free himself from his opponent. The blonde boy was fast and powerful overcoming Blake’s defense and taking him down. But the bigger man got himself in a classic Jiu Jitsu guard and from there he kicked hard connecting with Michael’s lean chest sending him backwards  a couple of feet.
Blake got back up on his feet but Michael was on him as soon as his two feet were solid flat. The blonde wrestler once again grabbed him in a single leg, but this time he easily picked him up and slammed him chest first into the platform.


HELLLLL YEAH!” “WHAT THE..!"THIS THING IS GONNA FALL THE FUCK DOWN!” Every single guy there was enraged by the action.


Blake stayed calmed. He had been in this position before in wrestling. And as he expected, Michael got off him. The fact was, he knew Michael was not going to win, how you usually win in wrestling. No referee to check for a pin. He turned around and looked at his opponent. Michael’s eyes completely zeroed on him.


Cmon. Get up Man. Get the fuck up!” mouthed Michael drowned out by the constant shouting of the other guys.
Blake planted his feet and as soon as he was with both feet down, he launched forward, slamming into Michael Dean’s body. But the white hunk was ready.
He grabbed Blake in a bear hug and used the black man’s momentum against him to lift and slam him even harder this time against the platform, the whole structure exploding in noise. Blake threw his head back, his body slumping, the energy leaving his body. Michael felt the change in Blake and his instinct took over as he immediately switched his right arm in between the muscular legs and in one swift move, he used his powerful back and legs lifting his opponent off the ground.
The boys around them were in rage.
FINISH HIM OFF!” “SLAM HIM AGAIN!” “C’MON BLAKE FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!”
Blake had no fight left in him. He felt as his body was put on top of the metal railing, and tried to put a struggle to not be thrown off to the safety net below. He began punching Michael’s side abs as hard as he could, and as bad as he wanted to punch the face, Blake knew that wasn’t allowed. Besides, one thing he knew was that there was nothing left in the tank, the arms felt like bricks.
The two eyes briefly stared at each other. They both knew it was over. Michael Dean felt the frustration, sadness, anger, that Blake had, knowing that his opportunity was over. He had missed another chance to go to the next level. The fact was, that there was a long line of guys waiting to come in and Blake felt like this was his last chance. Michael saw the last bits of hope leaving Blake’s eyes. The black muscle stud took a glance below and that was all Michael needed to shove him off the rail towards the safety net below.


As Blake flew down towards the safety net, Michael Dean Johnson exploded with a rage filled loud scream, flexing his muscles with a most muscular, and double biceps, his veins and muscles engorged with hot blood. He raised his arms in victory as he kept screaming. He looked around the stunning setting. This was much better than what he had expected. This was his Kingdom now. He was A KING OF THE JUNGLE


The guys around him and below, began to jump up and down, fist pumping, doing high fives, screaming at the top of their lungs.
FUCK YEAH BABY!” said Jeff Seid to Michael shuffling his sweat drenched hair, as everyone padded his shoulders in celebration.
The only thing left was to walk towards the tree house and take one of the four golden Talisman with the Emerald, representing A winner of the Kings of the Jungle.
The guests below hollered while the other ones followed him and shouted at the winner as he walked triumphantly into the tree house, and came out with the Golden Emerald Tablet of Hermes Talisman on his neck.
The match was over. Michael Dean Johnson was the winner of the first match in the 20th edition of The Kings Nexus and one of the four Kings of the Jungle.


In one hour the whole Jungle set would be back exactly the same way as when this match started. The location of the Golden Emerald Tablet of Hermes Talisman would be changed. The lighting, effects, changed.  And there would be two new muscle men to battle for A Kings of The Jungle spot. One from California, the other from the United Kingdom. Two big muscle powerhouses.


                                Eric Janicky vs Ryan John Baptiste


But before that, there is another hot muscle match already in the works.  But it’s far away, on the beach below the massive 17 building  compound overlooking the vast Ocean. They were guys from the other pool.


The first  KINGS OF THE SANDS match is already in the works:
It’s a match that is on pure fire as the two energetic muscle boys, one Eastern European, the other, Asian-American can’t seem to take their hands off each other. There is some powerful dislike for each other, knowing that they are battling not only here, but outside, in the real world o.
“You are not going anywhere Asian boy” grunted Andrei as he wrestled in close contact with his opponent.
“Well, can you say that again….because you still don’t even know how to speak good English…FAT BOYSteven Cao shot back  slamming a hard fist on the rock hard abs of Andrei Deiu.

The two boys broke off, their bodies pumped up and their rage against each other at full blast.

Cao flexed his guns at his opponent as Andrei answered back. They closed the distance, a couple of inches from each other and continued the flexing show, surrounded by the guests, who were thoroughly enjoying the cock show. 

WHO WILL BE THE FIRST WINNER OF THE KINGS OF THE SANDS?

YOU WILL FIND OUT SOON!

Next Time (Part 2)

A/N : First off, I want to say A HUGE THANK YOU for the love on part one. I honestly really appreciate it!! I got so many nice people saying nice things and I wanted to write this one as a token of appreciation. I really do hope you enjoy it and it makes you smile. 

Part 1 


Gold.

That was the only word you could use to describe the place. The famous club was literally glistening with richness and power. There were so many beautiful woman owning the dance floor, swaying with confidence and power. 

You black heels clicked the marble floor as people shuffled out of the way when they saw you coming, mostly because you were walking in front of Frost, wearing a slight smile of cockiness as you turned into the private lounge he guided you in. ‘Thank you, Frost.’ you said and offered him a smile. ‘I’ll go get him.’ He replied and nodded in return before giving you a little smile back. 

While you were sitting down on the big white sofa, your eyes couldn’t help but wander to the addictive atmosphere of free spirited humans, dancing the night away while wearing the smell of rebellion and freedom. Somehow, deep down you were craving  to have a taste of this life.

You just wanted to be bad. 

The beaded curtain ruffled and interrupted your trains of sinful thoughts. You were in mid motion of turning to face the entrance when you suddenly felt the light graze of a familiar touch on your shoulder. You breath hitched as the finger slowly made it’s way to the side of your face and angled your head up softly.

‘Doll.’

His voice was raspy as he leaned down and ever so lightly kissed the skin right below your jaw, beside your ear.  ‘Joker.’ you greeted him back, savoring the moment.

He plopped down lazily on the sofa across you. He spread his arms on the arm rest, eyeing the crowd through the curtains before turning his head to you. His blue eyes visibly turned few shaded darker when it trailed up your legs slowly but stopped when he saw the gun beside you.

‘You here to shoot me, kitten?’ he asked, slowly and darkly. 

Originally posted by har-rison-s

‘Yes.’ You uttered. ‘Apparently my authorities found out about your little visit.’ The joker broke into a laughter, throwing his head back. ‘Don’t act like you didn’t make your men tip them off so I would have to come for you.’

‘Oh sweets, there are many other ways I can make you come for me.’ He said, smirking. You could feel the heat rush up to your cheeks, realizing what he meant. ‘That’s not what… what I..I meant..’ You stuttered. He only winked at you in return.

‘I’m here to tell you to back away.’ you said, hoping to change the topic. ‘I can’t have the best of both worlds. So, stay off my radar and I won’t have to bring you in.’ The little speech left your mouth as you walked over and stood watching the people on the dance floor with a sense of longing in your heart. You opened your mouth to say something else when you felt the warmth of someone standing behind you. Two hands were on your waist without warning, holding you in place. 

Your heart was pounding as you weakly tried to move from his grip, but his grip was strong.

‘Ya want this life kitten, I can see the hunger in your eyes.’ he taunted, pushing your hair to one side. Your eyes closed while your body surrendered under his touch. His right hand clasped over yours that was holding the gun, slowly bringing it up and aiming it at the guy Frost was standing behind, probably one of Joker’s target for the night. 

He kissed your neck ever so slightly before whispering in your ear. ‘Do it, do it, do it.’ 

A voice was telling you not to but there was a bigger voice telling you to pull the trigger and join this life once in for all, to be on the other side. You closed your eyes, took a deep breathe and made up your mind. 

This is what you’ve always wanted and it’s time to start living for yourself. Smiling at the decision, you removed the gun from the target and pushed the Joker back down onto the sofa in a swift movement.

He was caught off guard, a few green hair strands falling before his face. You kicked off your heels and straddled his lap, not breaking eye contact. ‘Give me a taste of this life.’ You half asked, half commanded.

The second the words left your mouth, the Joker wasted no time in pulling your face to his by your neck and crashing his lips to yours. The kiss was rough, nothing near passionate like the other day. It was laced with pure hunger and dominance. 

You pulled away, breathing heavily. Your hands cupped his face and broke into a giggle when you saw his lipstick slightly smeared, hair tousled. Without breaking eye contact, you aimed the gun at a light bulb, dimming the lounge.

He shifted his weight and lightly pushed you on the sofa like it was nothing and hovered before you.  His chest was heaving up and down with excitement while he took in your features. 

Originally posted by asktheharleyquinn

‘Lay down, Princess.’ he said, in a commanding tone.

Your last shred of innocence was broken when you uttered the word that has been on running through your mind since your first encounter with him.

‘Okay, daddy.’  


A/N: DID I DO JUSTICE?! I really hope yall like it. This is actualy the first time I am writing a part 2. I spent so long on this. Please send feedback so I can improve or tell me how the fic was. HUGE credits to owners of the gifs for allowing me to spice up my fic even more.