#disappointing that ripleys agreed to it

[voguefashion]

Marilyn Monroe wearing the iconic Jean Louis skin-tight nude mesh dress, which has more than 6,000 hand-sewn crystals, was specifically made for Monroe to wear to a Democratic fundraiser and 45th birthday celebration for President John F. Kennedy at Madison Square Garden on May 19th 1962, where she sang “Happy Birthday Mr. President” to the delighted President. 

The body hugging flesh coloured dress was inspired by a sketch by a 21-year-old Bob Mackie. Monroe asked famed Hollywood costume designer Jean Louis to create a dress “that only Marilyn Monroe could wear.” The nude chiffon gown, perfectly matching Monroe’s skin tone, is embellished with hand-sewn round crystals, carefully placed since the dress was created with no underlining layer. Monroe wore no undergarments under the dress. The back of the dress has a scoop neck and open back with clear zipper, covered by hook and eye tab closure and a small train at the back hem. Despite the zipper and closures, the gown was so form fitting that Louis later disclosed that Monroe had to be sewn into the back closure. His hand stitching is still evident beneath the lower back hook and eye tabs. The dress sold at Julien’s Auction on November 17, 2016 for $4.8 million, making it the most expensive dress ever sold. Today the value of the dress is even higher.

[milfswriter]

Can you do CEO! rhea ripley x FEM! reader and rhea is in a meeting in her office, and reader is sitting on the couch or smth and decides to tease rhea by taking her clothes off infront of her

Word prompt : “ don’t make me punish you“

If you can do it thank you, if you can’t I understand <333

Sorry guys for the slow posts LOL. I’m having motivation withdrawal if that’s even a thing.

Control

CEO!Rhea Ripley x reader Summary: you're bored in Rhea's office, you take matters into your own hand.

Notes and warnings: smut, teasing, spanking, fingering, edging, mentions of alcohol?, lmk if there's anything else.

It was boring. Rhea told you she'd be done in an hour but now it's been two and a half and she showed no sign of finishing up anytime soon. She kept you busy with many milkshakes and appetizers she told her assistant to bring you whenever she saw your patience wavering.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she listened to what the guy in the Zoom meeting was rambling about, clearly not agreeing with whatever point he was trying to make. You took this as a chance to gain her attention.

"Well, Mr Thorne, I thi-" she was cut off by the sight in front of her. Your jacket off, your button-up shirt halfway unbuttoned as you approached her desk with your hands in your pockets. She gulped in surprise, blinking before turning back to her webcam.

"I think the number of sales should be raised by 40% by next year or I will stop the manufacturing of these motherboards. No matter how stable the sales are, I want higher" she could see you with the side of her eye, pacing back and forth in front of her, your sleeves raised to your elbow as you waited for the right moment to strike.

Other people started talking, you saw her press the mute button before leaning back against her chair, joining her hands on her lap as she crossed her legs. "Sit back on that couch. Don't make me punish you" she kept her professional face on, considering the webcam was still on.

You let out a whine, "you're taking too long. Didn't know Miss Ripley's so bad at keeping promises" her face hardened even more at the name, her eyes narrowing.

"I did not promise you anything, I gave you an estimate" her tone was still hard, whatever meeting that was was definitely stressing her out.

"An underestimate for sure. I am not one of your employees" you reminded, "turn that camera off, I wanna come closer"

She reached for the mouse and gave it a little click, moving her chair back to give you space.

You smirked, loving the hold you had on the powerful CEO. You walked to her ever so slowly, rounding the desk, and were going to straddle her before she turned you and bent you over the desk before you can comprehend what was happening.

"you think you can tell me what to do, hm? you want me to turn the camera back on..want them to see Miss Ripley's pet get punished?"

You let out a groan, disappointed that your previous teasing wasn't entirely working according to plan. she pulled you up against her front, her hands continuing your work of unbuttoning your shirt before groping your breasts through your black lace bra.

"Answer me, slut" she ordered, hand snaking around your throat as you nodded. "yes..yes ma'am" you whispered, turning your head to make eye contact with the taller woman who gave you a softer look than you expected in return.

"Miss Ripley? you with us?" she rolled her eyes at the voice, placing a hand on your back to keep you there while the other reached for the mouse again to unmute herself.

"M’right here.. go on, Thorne" she muted herself once more, reached under you to unbutton your pants and pulled them down your legs.

“Mhm..you’re gonna keep quiet, and take your punishment"

A yelp echoed through the office as her palm connected with your ass, rubbing it after to soothe you. You tried moving away from her when she struck again but she kept you in place with one hand. Her strength often turned you on, but it was definitely a disadvantage to you this time.

“Oh no, baby. Told you you’re gonna get punished, but you had to act like a little whore instead of waiting for me to finish" she nipped at the shell of your ear.

"you gave me no choice, though!"

"shut up, y/n/n" she let out a chuckle, "now..you're gonna count for me" before you could even think of protesting, she struck again.

"fuck, one.." she kept going, barely giving you any time to breathe. "god! nine.."

"that's it, one more..I'm going easy on you 'cause this meeting is the last thing I wanna do on this earth"

She rubbed your now-dark red cheeks, her middle finger sneaking between them to collect your slick, a groan leaving her mouth at your wetness.

"Oh, would you look at that..you got this wet from being punished?" she mocked you with a pout, turning your head by your hair to face her.

"Look at me while I fuck you" you let out a gasp as you felt two digits enter you ever so slowly, the voices of Rhea's unfazed employees playing in the background along with the sounds of your slick as your girlfriend fucked you into her desk.

"oh..g..god" you grinded against her fingers, her free hand coming to fist your hair, pulling it back to see you properly as she whispered filth into your ear.

She lifted one of your legs to reach even deeper inside you, your scream telling her it was a good decision. "That's it, good girl. Take your punishment" a hearty laugh escaped her throat at the sight of you, begging at her mercy.

She knew you were close. Your thighs clenching impossibly tight around her fingers they began to cramp, breath heavy, and your back arched as a bow.

As you began to shake and writhe under her, she removed her fingers and herself from you completely. "no, FUCK!" you whined loudly, your face contorting in the mixture of pleasure and pain.

There was no sound behind you, you tried to turn your head to look for Rhea but failed miserably due to the exhaustion and cramping you felt from being bent over the desk for over twenty minutes.

"R...Rhea?" you called, your voice hoarse.

"here, bunny" she was suddenly in front of the desk, crossing her arms in victory as she saw your state. "Come, we'll go home. And maybe you'll get your reward"

She saw your failed attempt to get up and walked back over to you, holding you into her as she pulled your pants back up, buttoning them and pulling the zipper up. She let you sit in her chair, something she doesn't often do.

Rhea got you a glass of water from the shelf where she keeps her whiskey and other alcoholics she chugs whenever work gets on her nerves.

"You're cruel" you mumbled, chugging the whole glass. She shook her head with a laugh, leaning down to kiss your lips. You pulled her into you by her blazer, jerking when her knee purposely accidentally pressed against your sensitive dissatisfied core.

Yep. You weren't getting out of there anytime soon.

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@obsessedwithwwewomen @ara-a-bird @jungwoospeach @yourmisosoup @cameronsdruthers @dementedtrashcat @children-scareme

[dmysterioblog]

I’m Your Papi

Paring: Rhea Ripley x Andrade

Summary: Rhea has a new papi.

Warnings; smut, cheating, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 1.6k

A/n: This was supposed to be a very short draft but I got carried away…

Rhea stood next to Dom who was talking to Andrade. She had been eye fucking him ever since he stepped in the room. She was so focused on stripping the man naked in her mind that she didn’t realize Dom had asked her a question.

“The Judgment Day is a very exclusive club and not everyone gets an opportunity to get in. Right, Mami?”

“Hm? Oh- yes. I heard you have a match later on today, right?”

“That is right.” Andrade said with his thick accent.

“We’ll be watching then.” She shook his hand with a flirtatious smile on her face before he left. Her eyes followed his figure until he was out of sight. She turned to look at Dom who was giving her a weird look.

“Are you okay, Mami?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Okay. If you say so.” Dom replied, still unsure. Right in that second, Damian and Finn came in talking about DIY winning their qualifying match for WrestleMania.

“We need to keep an eye on em, big man.” Finn said.

“I completely agree. This ain’t going to be an easy match,” Damian placed his arms around Finn, “We need to stay focused.” Finn nodded in agreement then turned to look at Rhea and Dom.

“Now that we’re done talking about DIY, what are we going to do about Ricochet?” Finn asked.

“I was thinking my Latino heat could take care of that,” Rhea placed her hand on Dom's shoulder, “Right, Dom Dom?” She smiled at him.

“O-of course, Mami.”

“Alright, then it’s settled. Why don’t you go get ready while I talk to Pearce, hm?”

“Yeah, I’ll go do that.” Dom walked away while Rhea made her way to Pearce’s office.

Rhea was on her way back to the judgment day’s clubhouse when she, once again, came across Andrade who was stretching.

“Getting ready for your match?” Andrade quickly turned at the sound of her voice.

“I am. You’ll be watching, right?” He smirked.

“Of course I will. I would wish you good luck but I don’t think you’ll need it.”

“Thank you either way. I’ll see you after my match, hermosa.” He winked at her before heading to gorilla. She bit her lip before continuing her way back to the clubhouse. When she got back she informed Dom his match was right after Andrade’s. They all sat down to watch his match. Andrade was going against Apollo Crews.

The match didn’t last long. Andrade had Apollo exactly where he wanted him in less than two minutes. He did his finisher and-

“1…2…3! Here’s your winner, Andrade!” The ref rose his arm in the air before he slid out of the ring and walked backstage. When he got there, Rhea was already there waiting for him.

“I didn’t doubt for a second that you would win.” She said once he stood in front of her.

“Really? You seem to have a lot of faith in me then.” Rhea only smiled in reply. He suddenly leaned down towards her ear.

“Why don’t you meet me in my locker room, Mami? While your Latino heat does his thing against Ricochet?” She hesitated for a split second before responding.

“I will be there.” She assured.

“See you then.” Right as he walked away, Dom was making his way to Rhea.

“Hey, Mami. What was that about?”

“Oh, nothing. Just small talk- but anyway. Are you ready for your match?”

“Mhm.” He hummed. Right then, his music hit.

“That’s your queue. Don’t disappoint me.”

“You aren’t going out with me?” Dom asked with sadness in his voice.

“No. I have something to take care of, okay? I promise I’ll be right here when you win.” She kissed his cheek before walking off.

-A few minutes later-

Rhea stood in front of Andrade’s locker room door. She looked around before knocking. A couple seconds later Andrade opened the door. A towel wrapped around his waist, his wet hair laying on his shoulders, and water droplets all over his chest. She just stared until he finally pulled her out of her trance.

“Are you just gonna stand there or are you going to come in?” Rhea came back to her senses and stepped inside, locking the door behind her.

“Do we need to do small talk or can we get straight to the point?”

“Let’s get right to business.” Rhea quickly took off her shirt and jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist. She pressed her lips against his. It was messy. Both of them fought for dominance until he took a hold of her jaw and pulled away.

“Uh uh. Conmigo, yo soy tu papi, entendido? I’m in charge whether you like it or not. It’s up to you.” Rhea was taken aback by his statement but also turned on. Her stubborn self wanted to get up and leave but another part of her wanted to stay and get dominated for once.

“Whatever you want…papi.” She said once she finally made up her mind. He chuckled before taking a seat on his couch with Rhea straddling his lap. They continued making out, their tongues in each other’s throats. Rhea’s hands were gripping his hair while his laid on her waist.

He soon started leaving a trail of kisses from her jaw to her neck and finally, her collarbone. His hands moved up her back and took a hold of the clip of her bra.

“Can I take this off, hermosa?” She nodded. He took his time unclipping her bra and taking it off her shoulders. He took one of her breasts in his mouth and sucked.

“Hmm…don’t leave a mark-”

“Por qué? You don’t want your ‘Latino heat’ to find out?” He mocked. Rhea only pouted and shook her head.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that, okay? I’ll make sure he never finds out how submissive you are for papi.” She whined at his statement and hid her face in his neck.

“Please…”

“Please what, muñeca? What do you want?” He ran his fingers through her jet black hair.

“I want you. I want you to fuck me. Please?”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he hooked his finger around her waistband, “Why don’t we take these off?” Rhea lifted her hips and he helped her take off her pants along with her panties. He unwrapped the towel from his waist, freeing his hardened member. With his hands on her hips, he aligned himself with her entrance and slowly lowered her body down on his cock.

“F-fuck…” Rhea wrapped her arms around Andrade’s neck. She started to bounce up and down his cock, shuddering every time she bottomed out. Her quiet moans soon got louder and Andrade was enjoying every second of it. He looked down to where their bodies were connecting and noticed how a belly bulge formed each time his cock went in.

“God, baby, look at you,” he pressed his hand against the bulge, “You feel that? You feel how deep papi’s in your guts? I’m going to fill you up nice and full.” He flipped them over so that Rhea was now laying on her back with her legs over Andrade’s shoulders. He started pounding into her pussy full force, letting all his pent up energy out. Rhea became sensitive and tried to push Andrade away but he took her wrist and pinned them above her head.

“Papi-”

“Shhh, let me have you. Just a little longer.” He assured.

“I c-can’t-”

“Yes, you can, mami. You’re going to feel good, I promise.” He slowed down his thrusts a bit after he noticed how sensitive she was. He brought his free hand down towards her pussy. He gently started rubbing her clit, watching her mouth fall open with desperate moans.

“Papi, I’m c-close…”

“Yeah? Are you going cum for me?”

“Yes-”

“That’s right. Come all over my cock.” He sped up once again, making it his mission to make her scream his name. He let go of her hands and let her cling to him as she went over the edge and rode her orgasm. Her whines alone made him reach his climax. He released his load inside of her before laying back down on the couch with her body on top of his, not pulling out just yet.

“Are you okay?” he brushed her hair away from her face, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay, just a bit sensitive.”

“You want me to pull out?” She shook her head ‘no’. He chuckled a bit before hugging her body closer to his and kissing her forehead. Right then they heard the crowd in the arena cheering and Rhea remembered what she told Dom.

“Shit- I have to go!” She scrambled to get up, putting her bra and shirt on.

“Why?” Andrade asked as he sat up.

“I promised Dom I would be waiting for him at gorilla after his match.” He scoffed and shook his head. Rhea found her pant but she couldn’t find her underwear.

“Goddamnit- where are my panties?” She asked, a bit irritated.

“You mean these?” He raised them up for her to see. Shea reached up to grab them but he quickly snatched them away.

“Andrade, I need those.”

“No you don’t.”

“Give them to me!”

“Maybe you’ll get ‘em back the next time I see you.”

“How do you know there will be a next time?”

“I know you’ll come back to papi.” He winked and she blushed in response. She took a deep breath before putting her pants on and walking out but not before giving him one last look.

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[specialinterestshows]

Enjoy chapter 69 😏 of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.

Warnings for this section: Group sex, spanking, dirty talk, praise, small penis humiliation, humiliation/degradation, collaring

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 69 of ?): R+D+Me

“On your feet, slut, and bend over the bed,” Rhea ordered, sliding out of her pants and underwear. You felt two pairs of eyes watching your naked form as you stood and bent at the waist, touching your hands to the sheets. Rhea slid onto the bed in front of you, scooting closer just as Dom grabbed your ass and whispered “fuck.”

“You can service both of us at once, can’t you, slut?” Rhea asked, spreading her legs apart as Dominik grabbed the lube, “Now be a doll and give Mami your mouth.”

Wordlessly, you opened up and stuck out your tongue, beaming when you were praised for it.

“Ah!” you moaned in surprise at the firm slap Dom gave your ass before Rhea’s wet, pink folds ran into your mouth. Another moan buzzed on your lips just from tasting her - how refreshing it was to indulge in what you so frequently craved.

“Fuck yes,” Rhea breathed as you set your tongue to work, a cool, slick feeling greeting you from the other end.

“Let me know if it’s too much, perrita,” Dom told you, teasing you with his tip.

“That pathetic little thing?” Rhea scoffed at the instruction as you kept going, “I would be surprised if she could even feel it.”

An involuntary whimper fell from Dominik’s mouth.

“You’re right, Mami,” he agreed, clutching your hip with one hand as he gauged the best angle to enter you.

Keeping the rhythm you had going with your mouth started taking more and more of your concentration as Dom gradually slid inside you.

Stifling the sounds of your pleasure was the last thing on your mind as Dominik began thrusting, but Rhea certainly didn’t seem to mind the moans peppering your lip service.

“Mmm, you can go faster than that, Dom-Dom” she said between soft moans, gripping your hair, “Really give it to her - Mami wants to feel more vibrations from her easy little fucktoy.”

“Yes, Mami,” he grunted, obediently thrusting faster and a bit harder.

Rhea’s moans were soon accompanying your muffled ones as you gripped the sheets, trying to keep your writhing and twitching to a minimum as you neared your orgasm.

“Turn her over,” your domme ordered, holding your head in place as she pulled away and smiling at your disappointed face when your tongue reached forward longingly, “Mami wants to enjoy both her collared bitches at once.”

Dominik somehow managed to stay inside you, turning you onto your back quickly and resting your legs on his shoulders. Something caught you off guard about the sweet, caring way Dom was looking down at you. His face was flushed, a slight sheen of sweat on his brow from all that the three of you had done so far, and you were cockwarming him at the moment - but the way he smiled and held your gaze was so… gentle.

Unsure how to react, you were thankful when one smooth, swift leg swung over you, blocking Dominik from view for a moment as Rhea straddled your face before lowering herself onto your mouth.

“You don’t have to pause on my account,” she said, and you heard the soft sound of metal against metal as Rhea presumably held Dom by his collar, “Keep fucking her, pretty boy.”

You were enjoying the way your girlfriend tasted and having her ass in your face far too much to be paying attention to what she said; the sudden pleasure you felt as Dom thrust in and out of you once more made you grip Rhea’s thighs to keep her close to your mouth. It took a moment for you to realize that the tempo between your legs felt so good, you were matching the rhythm with your mouth.

Whimpering moans punctuated the air.

“That’s it, just focus on how good she feels,” Rhea cooed as your muffled sounds increased with Dom’s rhythm, “Wouldn’t you just love to come inside of her?”

“Please, Mami!” he moaned urgently, grabbing your tits as he whimpered, “I’m getting close!”

Even though it hadn’t happened yet, being reminded that he could come inside you at any moment - that Rhea could make a mess on your face as well - made you finally give into a wave of pleasure that rapidly swept through you. Every sensation was made sweeter with your release as Dom and Rhea continued their conversation above you.

“You can wait a bit for Mami, can’t you?” she replied, her voice making you come just a bit harder before Dominik slowed down a bit and you went into aftershocks, “So we can come at the same time?”

“I’ll try,” he huffed, keeping a restrained pace.

“What a good little boytoy,” Rhea praised between moans of her own, “That’s right, keep your eyes on Mami.”

“Fuck,” he breathed, dripping sweat onto your stomach with every other movement, “Getting close again.”

“Just… a little bit… longer,” she moaned, and you felt Dominik’s thrusts become more erratic, “Fuck… come for Mami, bitch.”

The loud moan that began in Dom’s throat was cut off by what you could only assume was the two of them kissing as you did your best to swallow the cum that gushed into your mouth, a growing warmth inside you making you raise your hips to savor it.

When both of them had finished, Rhea lifted herself off you and the first thing you saw was her enormous grin.

“How was that for you, babes?” she asked you both, giggling at your surprised moan when Dom pulled out.

“Wow,” was all you could say after licking your lips clean, still coming down from being cumdrunk.

“Such a good girl,” Rhea praised, making you bite your lip, “Dom-Dom?”

“Maravilloso,” he replied, eyes flitting back to you for a second before continuing, “Can we do this more often?”

Taking note of your pleading eyes, Rhea laughed, “Both of my darlings at once, more than once? I could never turn down an offer like that.”

Grabbing her panties off the floor, she shimmied into them before getting comfortable on the bed and opening her arms invitingly.

“Now c’mere!”

[end part sixty-nine of ?]

Part 70: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/748406942351982592/absolute-smokeshow-part-70-of-demons-in-her

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[don-dake]

R I P L E Y (2024)

***Contains SPOILERS***

A review (of sorts, but more a rambling opinion piece that veers off the main subject occasionally).

So I've watched R I P L E Y (2024), all eight episodes of it. One word: Bravissimo!

As someone who loves the Ripliad series of novels by Patricia Highsmith immensely, and having watched all the Ripley film adaptations there are thus far — Plein Soleil aka Purple Noon (1960), The American Friend aka Der Amerikanische Freund (1977), The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999), Ripley's Game (2002), and Ripley Under Ground (2005) — I went into this new series (released on Netflix on April 4th) with expectations…

Not high, for I've learned it's never good to have high expectations or you'll more than likely just be setting yourself up for disappointment…but with expectations all the same!

Thus far, my favourite Ripley film adaptation had been 2002's Ripley's Game starring John Malkovich as an older Ripley. Had been. Until this series that is! I still love Ripley's Game a lot of course! (heh!) And there really should be no comparison given it's two different mediums and the two Ripleys are portrayed from different times of the character's life.

So saying, this new series definitely sets a new standard for a Ripley adaptation! And as someone who love the books a lot, I'm glad this series is very closely adapted from the first book!

The decision to go for a black and white cinematography, I was skeptical about that at first but after looking at the trailers and reading on the director's reasoning for going B & W with this, I can understand why, and generally agree with his decision.

Though at times, especially when looking at the wonderful interior sets, I'll be wishing I could see it in all its colour glory and thinking what a waste it was not to have it in colour, but that is but a minor hitch, for the B & W cinematography is done with superb mastery and skill, and it's hard to find fault with going this route. And it does contribute to getting into the film noir feel from films of yesteryear.

On the actors, I was skeptical on Andrew Scott as Ripley at first, but I'm happy to say he has proven me wrong and his Ripley, while not as young as Ripley should be at the start of the novel series, is one that is characterised the closest, and if Showtime/Netflix has any plans to adapt the rest of the novels, Scott will be perfect as an older Ripley, I think!

Maybe that was/is the plan…that's why Scott was chosen even though age wise, he doesn't quite fit in the beginning…one can hope! (heh!)

Moving on, just a brief rambling on the other main actors/characters because I'm getting tired:

Love Dakota Fanning as Marge Sherwood, she was exactly how I imagined Marge to be as I read the (first) book. A superb performance by Fanning I'd say!

Johnny Flynn as Dickie Greenleaf was underwhelming for me partly because in my eyes, Jude Law was/is the perfect Dickie (even if his — Law's — American accent was/is questionable), but partly also because I find Flynn is lacking charisma (sorry, Flynn fans!), I didn't get the sense of what was so fascinating about this Dickie that Ripley would be so enamoured with him or his lifestyle, enough to kill for it.

Perhaps the fault lies partly with the script too for I felt we the audience didn't get to see more of what drew Ripley to Dickie, besides his obvious wealth and status.

Eliot Sumner as Freddie Miles. Now this was the character that underwent the most drastic change as compared to the book and the 1999 The Talented Mr. Ripley film adaptation. In both the book and the 1999 film, Freddie was described (and portrayed to perfection by Philip Seymour Hoffman in my opinion) as an American with carrot-red hair, stocky, loud and all round obnoxious from miles away sort.

2024 Freddie is slim-built, androgynous looking, with a cherub face and British…he's practically a whole different character except in name.

As such, it's unfair to compare I guess, but having envisioned Freddie as described in the book for so long, helped along by PSH's award-worthy performance, I'll just say this is not the Freddie for me.

But, that doesn't mean Sumner's Freddie was bad. In terms of being almost a foil to Ripley, Sumner's Freddie is still quite effectively annoying.

Special mentions to Maurizio Lombardi and Margherita Buy as Inspector Ravini and Signor(in)a Buffi (Ripley's landlady) respectively! I enjoyed watching these two characters.

Also a special mention to Lucio (Signor(in)a Buffi's cat), who, had it been able to speak, Ripley would certainly have silenced! (heh!)

Last but not least, a special mention to John Malkovich as Reeves Minot.

I was so excited when I first saw Malkovich in the trailer because not only is his casting a nice tribute to his turn as Tom Ripley in Ripley's Game (2002), I thought he would be playing Herbert Greenleaf at first, but he turned out to be playing Reeves Minot! Even better! Gives more hope that new seasons of R I P L E Y (2024) may happen!

Those who have read the books will know that Reeves Minot is a recurring character in the later books — I can't really remember how many exactly, it's been some time since I last read them (and I should again!).

To sum up, I did enjoy this series tremendously and will definitely rewatch many times to come, and I hope we'll get further adaptations of the other books with the same standards as set for this one!

P.S.: I've seen a few people mention “this (R I P L E Y) is like Saltburn!”. I never heard of the film Saltburn before looking at some opinion pieces, but after looking it up, dare I say, Saltburn ripped off the Ripliad stories and its characters (the Ripliad books first came out in the 1950s) and I think it's more appropriate to say “Saltburn is like Ripley”!

[darkenedreaper]

Pairing: Ellen Ripley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst, fluff

Summary: Headcannons that include arguing with Ellen but then making up with one another

A/N: We need more Ripley content. And imma give it to you. Oh and I’ve seen my inbox 😏

Masterlist

We’ll Fight But We Make Up

It’s very rare that you and Ripley argue, sure you’ll disagree but you’ll work on it so you can both agree or be satisfied with the situation at hand

You’re both very open and certainly honest with one another; which is why you rarely argue

When you do argue it has to be serious because as said before you never argue

But you always always manage to make up, that’s what makes you such a strong couple

The argument started between the both of you like this:

Tensions were already rising in the ship on the way back home as Hicks and Hudson were arguing… again

As now Team Captain for what was left of the Marines after the attack and ambush on LV-426, you tried to maintain some routine for them, after all they still had the mindset of Marines

But Hicks and Hudson kept bickering and bickering to the point where it was affecting everyone, even Bishop found it hard to control his temper

You were sat at your desk in the ship furiously scribbling and typing as you had work due for Weyland Yutani about the Xenomorph and you were running late on it

Ripley and Newt walked hand in hand up to your desk, Newt carrying her new teddy bear Ripley gave her

Ellen slowly walked up to your chair, not wanting to frighten you. She gently placed her hands on your back that was hunched over the desk and dragged her fingers up to your tense shoulder blades and lightly squeezed them

“Honey, they’re fighting again”, Ripley said with a soft and and soothing voice. You took a deep breath and choose not to respond, you really didn’t want to hear anything about the two of them again, and Ripley knew you were tense about it. She spoke up again, “I was wondering if you could sort them, they refuse to listen to anybody these days”.

She was still rubbing your shoulders but quickly withdrew her hands and clasped them together when you stood up with clear anger and stomped off to see to the ‘men’. Ripley looked down at Newt and shrugged her shoulders to Newts questioning face. They both followed you.

In the crew living quarters/room they were almost in each others face and you walked up to them, towering over the both of them. They were arguing over nothing; about who got to take charge of the control rooms. “Will the both of you step away before you bite each others heads off and shut up!?”

Both men stopped their bickering after you raising your voice to a tone they hadn’t heard before. Hicks went to open his mouth to speak but you were too quick, “Shut up! I don’t wanna hear it! Do you Marines realise the stress you’ve put ok everybody? You’ve even got Bishop feeling like he’s walking around on eggshells!” You shouted at the top of your voice. Making them both turn to face you and put their heads down.

As you had finally finished your rant you were still angry and unfortunately your anger had made you snap at someone you wouldn’t ever want to.

Newt lightly tugged your arm and called your name, “What do you want!?” As soon as the words and tone left your voice you immediately regretted it. Newt looked at you, shocked, and ran off to jump into Ripley arms.

Ripley was standing in one of the doorways and picked up Newt before turning to you with disappointment, hurt, and upset written all over her face. She shook her head at you and walked off, with a trembling Newt in her arms.

You sighed and put your head down, spotting Newts teddy that she had dropped. You turned back to Hicks and Hudson who wouldn’t dare look at you or anyone else who saw the show. You walked to pick up Newts teddy and went to ran to find them both but not before saying, “If I hear one more word from either one of you you’ll go back into hyper sleep before you can say sorry”. They both replied, “Yes ma’am”.

It was getting close to bedtime anyway and you finally found Ripley tucking an upset Newt into bed. Ellen was brushing her head with her fingers and kissing her cheek whispering to the girl. You watched the interaction between the two people that you loved most before knocking lightly on the doorway.

A huge wave of guilt came over you when Newts teary little eyes locked with yours before turning back to Ripley. And Ripley simply acknowledged you with a look before turning back to Newt to kiss her, then standing up to walk towards you.

You were in big trouble. You were still holding Newts teddy but as Ripley began to walk towards you you walked backwards. As you, Ellen, Newt and even Jonesy lived in the same sleeping quarters. As you and Ellen were together you slept in the same bed and had a shared simply decorated bedroom.

Ripley only closed Newts door over a little and backed you up over to the couch in the room you called the living room, “Ellen I-”, “How could you?” She cut in, still talking with the softest voice, but you knew she was disappointed. “I’m sorry, it was a mistake, I was caught up in the moment of trying to sort the two of them” you tried, “That isn’t an excuse y/n and you know that”. You lowered your arms in defeat and tried to peak into Newts room, but your eyes quickly landed back on Ripley began again who was stood, dressing gown tied, hair slightly messy and arms crossed; “I understand you’ve been stressed, even anxious but you can’t take it out on our little girl, it isn’t fair”

You felt even more guilty. Ripley always said the good in you and took your side no matter what. She made you feel valid as she knew you were stressed but she pointed out how it was wrong to take it out on your little girl, your little family. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for snapping at Newt, I would never and will never do it again. And I’m sorry for disappointing you, and causing upset to my two favourite girls”

She gave you a half smile and let you know that she accepted her apology. You knew you were just off the hook with Ellen but you needed and wanted to see Newt. “Go and see her”. Your face almost lit up as Ripley granted you permission to apologise to Newt, but before you could get to her room Ripley grabbed your arm, “I know you didn’t mean it. And I know how much you love us. And if you love us so much you’ll come to me when you feel stressed or angry”. You nodded your head and wrapped an arm around her waist to give her lips a quick kiss to which she relished in and she held your arm as you did

As you approached the girls room you knocked on the door before pushing it open, “Newt?” You said looking at the girl who was rolled on her side and had her back to you. “Newt honey, I’m sorry. I never meant to shout at you and I never would. I have no excuse or rational reason for my behaviour. And I’m sorry”

Ripley smirked as she leaned against the doorway, knowing Newt would be playing games

You looked at her, arms still crossed and on her side. You heard her mumble a little ‘Okay’. But that wasn’t enough. You walked a little closer to her and gently tapped her shoulder, “I think you dropped something”. She definitely took her time in turning around to face you and when she saw you were holding her teddy her face lit up and she sat up to take it from you

You took her smiling moment as an opportunity to sit yourself next to her and grab her attention, “I’m sorry Newt. It won’t ever happen again”. She looked up at you smiling, “I know y/n/n”. You turned around to look at Ripley smiling at the both of you and you had an idea. You turned back to Newt, “Let me and Mommy go get ready for bed and how about I come back in and read you your favourite bedtime story?”. She shook her head eagerly at your suggestion before laying back down all snug with her teddy, “I’ll be right back Newt”, you kissed her forehead.

You followed Ripley into your shared room and as she started getting the bed ready for the both of you she said, “if it wasn’t for your heroic apology you’d be sleeping on the couch tonight”. After you’d changed into your sleepwear you walked round to the bed and helped your girlfriend into bed, handing her her book, a glass of water and anything else she needed. “I guess I’m just lucky” you said back. She put her hand around your neck and cupped your face bringing you down for a kiss before letting you go back to Newt. Before you left the room you turned round to her, “I’m sorry Ellen”.

She knew how guilty you felt but assured you it was all old news and was settled now. You didn’t actually believe her until she pulled the bedsheet covers down slightly, rubbing her thighs seductively, “Oh and hurry back, I’ll be waiting”

Kind of love this

[barrel-of-screaming-aloe-vera]

i feel what your previous anon about johnny so much! i think johnny's age up/characterization was more jarring to me than anything else tbh! he was so boring! aside from being rich he literally had no personality.

i'm in the minority in that i didn't love the minghella adaptation, mainly due to deviations from the source material -- that completely made up ending was awful, pleeeeease! -- and matt damon is a great actor but not at all tom ripley to me. i understand why people make comparisons though i wish they would try harder not to. but with all of that said, this dickie was just not it.

i totally agree with what you're saying about dickie/johnny. im sure he's a great actor i just don't like the way the director altered the character. he falls flat!!

i do understand what you're saying about the minghella adaptation, it's not for everyone. i personally love it despite its not being faithful to the book. minghella altered quite a few of the characters and their personalities as well as the plot, but he did it in a way that still made them interesting to me, so i didn't mind.

to me, an adaptation can be great as long as it can hold its own, whether it's identical to the source material or just loosely based on it. thats part of the reason why i was disappointed with the 2024 ripley, it just kinda flopped in alot of ways. it wasn't exciting or intriguing! it's not a show i would've chosen to watch if not for my love of the book series, yk?

[smartycvnt]

apocalyptic

pairing: rhea ripley x reader

summary: you and rhea have one last night together before going your separate ways.

warnings: smut, strap on, top rhea, bottom reader

Your situation was best described as bittersweet. The love you had once shared with Rhea had turned sour. Judgement Day had changed her into someone you couldn't see a future with. She was ruthless, and quite frankly, it was only a matter of time before you became nothing more than an obstacle. You decided to get out of things while you still could, while there were still untainted memories.

Rhea had been hurt when you told her you wanted to end things. You had expected anger or for her to lash out, but it never came. Instead, she had just pulled you into her arms and held you tightly. It felt nice to be in her arms one last time. Rhea had asked for more, and feeling both gracious and selfish, you had agreed.

"Fuck," you hissed as Rhea scratched her nails down your back. There would be a mark or two in the morning, as well as the usual soreness that came from her going as hard as she was. Rhea was determined to leave her mark on you, to remind you of what you'd be missing as you tried to move on.

"Do you want it harder?" Rhea asked. She was breathing heavy, like each thrust at this point was exhausting her. You didn't know how she could go any harder, so you shook your head. Rhea dipped her head down a little to press a kiss to your lips, one that took your ability to breathe away completely. When the two of you broke apart, you let out a gasp for air.

"Rhea, I'm so close," you warned her. Rhea let one of her hands wander down in between your legs, rubbing your clit to help you over the edge. Rhea was slow to move away from you afterwards. You weren't sure how things would go since it was over, but you had not expected Rhea to just leave you there by yourself. You couldn't blame her though, even if you were disappointed.

[mateidontevenknow]

ONESHOT ALERT

Fandom: WWE Women's division

Ship: Rhea Ripley x Becky Lynch x OC (Fem)

Good girl.

I pulled into the parking lot of the big stadium, before striding towards the door. My manager told me that I should get to know the atmosphere before my first show tomorrow. I agreed with him.

When I walked through the door I was immediately feeling out of place. I saw a few people in the small space, it reminded me of a school hallway with jocks, cheerleaders, band kids, geeks and a random dude with a ladder. I adjusted the strap on my duffle bag before taking a few slow steps forward.

I jumped as an arm landed across my shoulders. Rhea Ripley stared down at me with a strange look. Damn, she's gorgeous. She had an air of authority around her, it scared me a little.

"You're jumpy. You're the new girl, right?"

Her Aussie accent was thicker in real life than in the interview I watched. I feel a little stupid knowing so much about her, while she doesn't even know my name, but that's fine.

"Yeah, Anne Winger, nice to meet you."

I wasn't as confident as I sounded but that's fine. She didn't need to know that. Then another smokeshow approached. She looked like fire personified, with red hair and an air of authority around her just like Rhea's. Becky Lynch. The Man. Damn.

She spoke to me in a Scottish accent.

"Hey Anne, right? I look forward to our match tomorrow."

"Yeah, same."

The words rolled off my tongue automatically, as if I was talking to a friend. It was strange. And before I knew it she was off again towards one of the hairdressers.

"Ok I need to get going, match is almost starting. I'll see you later."

I nodded at Rhea and headed off to find someone who could point me in the right direction. I came across Charlotte Flair first but I deemed her unapproachable. I spotted a whip of a black braid. Bianca Belair, she was approachable. Scary but approachable. And hot.

"Excuse me, can you point me in the direction of the gym?"

"Oh yeah, of course. Wait, are you the new one, Anne Winger?"

I was slightly relieved to not be swatted away like a fly.

"Yup, that's me. I'm kind of lost. Can you help me?"

"Sure."

She grabbed me by the arm before giving me a tour of the backstage area, eventually leaving me in the gym. I thanked her and she walked away towards Sonya Deville. I decided that starting was the hard part, that I'd be fine if a could just get into my normal workout routine. I put my ear phones in my ears and hopped on a treadmill.

After my strength training I jumped as someone touched my shoulder, turning around I was met with Finn Balor. My little pansexual heart couldn't deal with it anymore. I quickly removed my ear phones.

"Hey, new girl, what kind of stretches were those?"

"They're for gymnasts. I was a contortionist for a circus a few years back and that was how I warm up."

"Damn, ok."

With that he disappeared. Not sure what happened in that conversation, but at least he wasn't disappointed. I exited the gym before walking on the beat of my music, heading towards my car.

I'm fighting the Man tomorrow, what could go wrong?

I was more excited than I thought I'd be. Honestly being tossed around and beaten up by Becky Lynch didn't sound like a bad thing.

~

"And tonight we introduce out newest star, ANNE WINGER!!"

Finally the moment came. I strutted towards the ring with a bloody smile. She was stood waiting for me. I jumped into the ring before smiling at the crowd once more. The ref started us off and she circled me.

She dove at me first and my back bent, letting her dive right over me, rolling onto the ground. The crowd cheered. She turned back towards me before running at me. I jumped up high, letting her go right under me towards the ropes. She bounced back towards me and I dodged her again. I started playing offense out of necessity, I couldn't run forever.

I attempted a suplex but she turned it around making me hit the mat. I readjusted my jaw before throwing some punches to her stomach and like that we danced. She landed more moves than I did, but I was durable. Eventually she had me in a prism trap. I couldn't see a way out.

I didn't feel anything. We stayed in that position. I didn't flail or scream. I just stood on my hands waiting for her to do something. Realizing this wasn't working, she trapped my arms instead, pulled them behind my head with her boot on my back. She pulled as much as she could, amazed when my arms crossed each other behind me. Her moves didn't work on me.

I took advantage of her shock, kicking her in the head, performing a roll over and pinning her shoulders to the floor. She struggled but she didn't kick out in time. The crowd erupted as the commentator announced the winner of the match.

~

I answered some fan questions before heading backstage. I found Becky and Rhea waited for me. Becky didn't look happy.

"What was that?? Are you cheating?"

I quickly shook my head.

"No, I know about the prism trap and whatever the other thing is called but for some reason they don't work on me. I don't know what happened. "

Rhea spoke up for the first time.

"You know, Becks, we could go get Shayna. She'll know more about this. She's in the gym."

"Fine."

Becky was still fuming but she seemed to realize the genius in Rhea's plan. Either way I probably get hurt, so a win for her I guess.

The three of us went up to the gym, where Shayna was brutalizing a punching bag. Becky called out to her.

"Shayna, you got a second?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"We need you to test something. Anne here seems to be immune to every submission move I tried on her. I know she's flexible but I need someone to test exactly how flexible."

A wicked smirk appeared on Shayna's face.

"I'm game. C'mon into the ring."

I followed her into the sparring ring as Becky and Rhea watched us.

Shayna started with the classics. Some of them were uncomfortable but not enough to make me tap out. She tried everything from a figure four to the Cobra Clutch eventually ended on a Tongan Death Grip. Shayna growled in frustration before turning to Becky.

"What the fuck? Is this some kind of prank? There is no way."

Becky gave her a deadpan stare.

"Exactly what I said."

"Ok anyway, I'm gonna go, I promised Liv I'd go grab a coffee with her."

~

Every since my encounter with Shayna, she's been attacking me randomly, convinced I was cheating some how. The last time was in the hallway while Bianca introduced me to John Cena. Not the way I wanted our first meeting to go. Could have met John Cena without the Hammerlock but sure I guess.

I was going up against Rhea next and Alexa Bliss dragged me towards a makeup artist before to match. Apparently I looked good in Navy Blue.

Rhea spent her time tossing me around. I couldn't do much as she had both a height and strength advantage. But I was fast and flexible. I enjoyed the fight immensely. She's pretty when she's angry. I kicked her a few times, delivered a tornado and I tried a Cobra Clutch, but she powered herself out. Her destructive high risk moves made it easier for me. All I had to do was dodge, but eventually my moves turned sloppy and after 15 minutes I was exhausted. She beat me up a little more, taunting me by grabbing my face gently in her hand as I was about to pass out. She pinned me and I accepted my defeat, going limp underneath her.

I could picture Becky and Shayna celebrating Rhea's victory.

I was on my back in the ring, listening to the commentators and fans cheering as Rhea answer questions and posed for photos. Eventually I heard Rhea close to me.

"C'mon, we need to clear the ring for Hunter and Kurt. You need to get up, or I'm going to have to carry you out."

"Carry me, I don't think I can walk."

Rhea chuckled at me before lifting me up in her arms. The commentators noticed and made a few jokes about it, before Rhea took me backstage. She put me down on the floor, directly in front of Becky who was sat on the couch behind me.

"You two look terrible. But I can't blame you, that was intense. And it took ages."

Rhea shot her a look before plopping down next to her, turning on the TV in front of us to watch Kurt and Hunter. After a few minutes, I grew weak, resting my head against Becky's legs. She shifted her leg, before dropping her head to speak to me.

"Come sit up here, before you fall asleep like that."

I painfully stood up, before falling back down in the small space between Becky and Rhea. Rhea threw an arm over my shoulders and Becky let one of her hands rest on my thigh. After a while, my eyes started to fall shut, my head falling back.

I forced my eyes open as I heard someone enter the room. It was Shayna. Not wanting to be tossed around again, I quickly grabbed my stuff, thanked Rhea for the match and wished the three women a good night before exiting. Not noticing the glance Rhea shared with Becky, I made a beeline for my car.

~

An hour later I sat at my hotel room desk with some cheap takeaway pizza and a liter of Coke. It was an exhausting day and I deserved it. I lifted the last piece from the box, staring at the TV in my room. I was watching an old NXT match between Rhea and Becky.

Then a knock made me pause the match. I frowned, slowly creeping towards the door. I pulled it open a little bit before a tattooed hand pushed it the rest of the way. It was Rhea, but she wasn't alone.

Becky strutted into the room was a backpack in her hands as Rhea held the door for her. She immediately spotted the TV screen, still paused on their match.

"So you had the same idea as us."

"What do you mean? Why are you two here?" I raised an eyebrow in her direction as Rhea closed the door, locking it. She turned to face me while Becky searched for the TV remote.

"We can go," I frowned at that, "but that look tells me you don't want us to."

Becky chimed in as she muted the TV, rewinding to the start of the match. "To answer your question, we are here for the same reason you are watching this match. The problem we had though, is that we don't have access to any of your old matches. So we thought we'd drop by to answer some of our questions." She pulled out a bundle of rope from the backpack. "And, of course, to find out how flexible you really are." She grinned at me, pulling the rope tight between her fingers.

Rhea leapt into action. Pulling me closer to her, she smashed her lips into mine as her hand cupped my face. Her other hand pinched the soft parts on my hip, making me gasp. She used this opportunity to force her tongue into my mouth. Two arms wrapped around my waist. I felt my feet leave the ground and suddenly I was being carried towards the bed.

She broke the kiss, throwing me onto the bed. Becky flipped me over onto my stomach.

"Let's start with a reverse prayer. How does that sound?"

She forced my arms behind my back as Rhea held my legs still. My head pressing painfully into the pillow. I groaned as Becky immediately forced my arms into a near impossible position. Bringing them behind my back, she bent my elbow letting my hands face eachother just below my neck. She tied the rope around my bicep, securing it to my forearm. I squeaked as she repeated the process on my other arm, before forcing my palms together over my spine.

Rhea let go of my legs, giving me the opportunity to try and kick Becky off. I made a weak attempt, but was stopped when Becky moved to sit on top of my calfs. I struggled against the rope as I heard fabric rip.

I gasped as my bare back was exposed to air. Rhea tore the rest of my tank top clean off. Then lifted my head to whisper in my ear.

"Are you gonna be a good girl for us? Or are we gonna have a problem?"

"I'll be," I gulped as she cut a slit in the front of my sportsbra. "I'll be good."

Smirking, she flipped me over to rip off my bra. Dropping me on my back, pressure bloomed in my shoulder as my bound arms were crushed beneath my own weight. She let out a low whistle as Becky smirked.

"You look so pretty, tied up and exposed like this. Just for us."

I whined as Becky attached her mouth to my neck, leaving bite marks and bruises. Rhea plucked off my shorts before burying her head in my thighs. She sucked at my inner thighs making them quiver.

Rhea moved up, sucking at my clit through my underwear. My back arched. Becky pinched one of my nipples, taking the other between her teeth causing moans to tumble off my tongue. Rhea pulled my underwear out of the way, burying two fingers in my wet hole.

"Soaking wet, just for us."

I whimpered as she curled her fingers inside me, my legs shaking. Becky released my swollen nipples and stood up, sitting back down with my head between her knees.

"You don't get to cum before I do. Am I clear?"

I could barely nod as Rhea played with my clit. I leaned up, sticking my tongue into her hole. She gripped my hair painfully hard. Rubbing her pussy against my tongue, she rode my face. I flicked my tongue against her clit and she was pushed over the edge. I licked up every drop of her orgasm, feeling my own approaching.

Rhea fucked me with three fingers while her other hand held my hip impossibly tight. She put pressure on my clit with her thumb and my orgasm tore through me. I screamed out.

"Rhea, yes! Rhea- Becky- Oh God, please!"

Rhea removed her fingers. She rubbed soothing circles into my hip. Becky pulled her fingers through my hair while my eyes fell shut. She laughed.

"Oh Cupcake, we're not done."

She pulled a blindfold out of her backpack, along with a small bullet vibrator. She secured the blindfold around my head before climbing off my chest. Then I was picked up and put down on my stomach on the carpet. I moaned as the vibrator was pushed into my sensitive pussy, vibrating at its lowest setting. It was quickly covered by my underwear. Rhea was quick to set the rules.

"You're only job is to follow our instructions. If you're uncomfortable or in pain you will say so. If you decide not to follow our instructions, you will be punished. Do you understand?"

I nodded shakily.

"Use your words, love."

The use of the pet name made me blush. My voice was quiet and airy as I spoke.

"I understand."

Becky chuckled at my tone before planting a heeled boot on my back. She started undoing the ropes around my arms.

"Give me your hands and keep your arms straight."

I complied, sticking my arms out in her direction. She took my hands on crossed my arms behind my back. She pushed down on my arms, trying to see how flat they could be. Her boot still pinning me to the floor, I could barely raise my shoulders off the ground. I groaned as she pushed a little harder, trying to force my hands to the ground.

"Ow, ow, ok, that hurts."

"Alright," She let up, "that's fine. Relax."

I took a deep breath as she removed her boot, letting my arms go.

"Sit up.

I listened, moving to sit cross-legged on the carpet. I tried my best to ignore the warm buzzing in my hole.

"Straighten your legs into a split."

Finding it easy to follow her instructions, I straightened my legs. Then the vibrator was turned up to max. I groaned, my whole body feeling the need to curl up. I crumbled, having to use my elbow to support myself as my orgasm approached. I bit my lip in an attempt to stifle my moans.

My legs, still in a split, trembled as my second orgasm ripped through me.

"Hm- Becky- Rhea- please, so good!"

"You can relax."

I didn't even know who said it, but I listened. I curled up, my legs snapping back together. I lay there in a fetal position as the vibrator slowed down.

"Can you do a bridge for me?"

I slowly moved into position, holding myself up with shaky legs. A hand found my back. Lifting my back higher into the air, forced my arms and legs to adjust. I was shaky at best when the vibrator was powered back on at a low setting. My legs shook while the hand firmly pushed me up even higher. I gasped at the sudden pressure on my shoulders. Tears stinging my eyes.

"I- I can't- I'm sorry. I can't."

"That's fine. Relax for me."

Two big hands held my waist, lowering me gently back to the ground. Another caressed my face while the vibrator still buzzed away.

"You're doing so good for us."

My breathing was unsteady.

"Alright, last one. Roll onto your stomach and bend your knees."

I complied. A yelp escaped me as the vibrator shifted.

"Good, now I want you to grab your ankles and bend your back to bring your feet down next to your head."

"I don't- I don't understand."

"That's fine, just relax."

An arm under my thighs lifted me up while a pair of hands guided my feet over my shoulders, letting them land next to my head. A larger hand supported my back as it bent at an impossible angle.

"Hold your feet with your hands." I obeyed. "Good girl." That sent a chill up my spine while hands caressed my sides.

Suddenly the vibrator was turned up. I screamed as it buzzed against my sensitive, red clit. Pain turned into unbearable pleasure and my third orgasm hit me like a bus.

I screamed their names as my body ached from still holding the position. The vibrator was removed.

"You can relax."

I did. Letting go of my feet and immediately curling up into a fetal position, I felt vulnerable. I was lifted off the carpet and put on the bed. A soft hand rubbed soothing circles into my back.

"You did so good for us."

The blindfold was removed and I saw Rhea looking down at me. She pulled me into her lap and I collapsed in her arms. Burying my face in her neck, I melted into her warmth with Becky still rubbing my back. Rhea wrapped an arm around me while the other picked up the TV remote.

Their match played on the TV as I soaked in Rhea's warmth, listening to their discussion as they recall details from the match. Rhea pressed a kiss to my forehead as I drifted off.

"Good girl."

[dungeonsdragonstdelinquents]

(this post contains spoilers for the alien franchise, namely the 4th installment!)

i just watched alien: resurrection and. omfg. so like, i understand that some people might not like it because it doesnt feel reminiscent of the first two movies (i do not discuss the third) and i agree it isnt like those two, but i think that could almost be interpreted as the point? like this isnt ripley. this is her clone. i view the three of these movies as being part of two genres--alien and alien 2 being the actual alien franchise and having lovely masc leads. alien 4 is more something that i would have expected to read about in a sci-fi novel. like, youre telling me, that winona ryder was a butch lesbian android, and ripley was Tall Alien Femme? i would have watched this movie years ago!! there’s even a mlm kiss between the guy who looks like will ferrel on steroids, i cant remember his name and vriess. and dont even get me started on vriess!!! this is the first movie that i have seen that has a disabled character who is also a final character!!! i was so disappointed at the beginning with the way they shot his first fight with the alien, i thought that they had killed him off but then they revealed him to be alive!!!! i just loved to see that in what was a pretty mainstream movie for the 90s. also the directing was pretty fire. 

there are plenty of things i dont like about the movie--mainly the foot scene. we do not discuss the foot scene. we skip over the foot scene. but i really did like it. i liked that the leader guy who said some pretty gross sexist stuff was the first to die in the film. or at least out of the main crew he was the first to die. 

anyways i feel like this film should be talked about more, so heres my contribution.

[mayasdeluca]

I really like merle she seems lovely and she's very talented but I still cannot STAND ross. I just think she is a such hypocrite and unfair. I think maya's demotion is unfair but I could accept it easier if everyone else was held to the same high standard. I just dont get why beckett would get another chance and not bishop, especially as maya was trying to do the right thing, particularly from a female chief. If chief Ross tried to mentor her and help her learn from her mistakes then I'd like her but she basically has just hung her out to dry and Maya has every reason to be mad bc I know I would be. Not to mention she pretty much told beckett to bully Maya even though he's doing the exact same thing she is. The only reason he still has a job is because he knows about her affair (tbf he was much smarter than Maya about what do with the information) even though he is putting his whole team at risk. Terrible chief I'm really rooting for her downfall. Ripley was the best chief.

I agree. I was glad Danielle spoke in defense of Maya in the live because the double standard is totally there and needs to be addressed. I don't know if it's because they just want to drag Maya's plot out and wanted to have her reach a breaking point/rock bottom like where she's about to be right now but it's still frustrating that people like Beckett can continue to treat her like garbage and be an absolute awful captain and get away with it and people like Sullivan can continue to get promoted while sleeping with his higher up and none of them get any consequences. I'm just hoping there is some serious change and action happening when it comes to this storyline in the rest of the season and hopefully Ross doesn't just remain Sullivan's lap dog because it's been a constant disappointment for a while now.

[criticalbennifer]

The many failures of Ben Affleck

He's learnt to live with disappointment

By:  Dorian Lynskey 

August 15, 2022

It is now generally agreed that there is something grubby about enjoying paparazzi photographs, especially when the subject has mental health issues. But there appears to be an exception for Ben Affleck. A few years ago, when the actor was separating from his wife Jennifer Garner and glumly promoting Batman v Superman, somebody started a Tumblr page called “Ben Affleck Looking Sad”. One image in particular — cigarette in hand, head thrown back, an expression of weary exasperation — has become a meme which roughly translates as “Fuck everything”. Before that, there was a meme called Sad Keanu, but Reeves’s apparent dejection suggested a melancholy profundity whereas Sad Ben was just a middle-aged man with a cigarette and a paunch, attracting an odd mix of sympathy and mockery despite his history of anxiety, depression and alcoholism. Shortly afterwards, Affleck checked into rehab.

Newly married to Jennifer Lopez (we’ll get to that), Affleck turns 50 today. He is of the same generation as Leonardo DiCaprio, Matthew McConaughey, Mark Wahlberg, Christian Bale, Ethan Hawke and his friend Matt Damon, but he’s the one whose career best illustrates the ups and downs of modern movie stardom, on and off the screen. He has never enjoyed an imperial phase, when he could do no wrong, nor a real Benaissance, when all is forgiven. Tom Cruise, who recently turned 60, is perhaps the last true movie star due to his somewhat inhuman denial of vulnerability. Affleck, with his candidly acknowledged flaws and regrets, is Cruise’s opposite. I find him fascinating. As Dave Itzkoff wrote in a 2016 New York Times profile, “you may find yourself envying, pitying and disliking him all at once”. 

Affleck was born into a working-class family in California and grew up in Massachusetts with his younger brother Casey, who also became an actor. Their mother was a teacher and activist. Their father was a sometime actor, a gambler and an alcoholic. Affleck met Damon at school and the two travelled to auditions together, but their paths diverged. While star student Damon went to Harvard, the bright but distractable Affleck dropped out of the University of Vermont after a few months. Self-consciousness about his class and education has been a nagging drumbeat throughout his career. He always has something to prove, and something to atone for. In a 2016 Buzzfeed profile called “The Unbearable Sadness of Ben Affleck”, Anne-Helen Petersen argued that his defining feature was shame: “about the roles that he’s taken, the relationships he’s made public, his lack of education, his drinking habits, and, most recently, his tattoo”.

Handsome in a brash and bro-ish way, with an oblong head and beefy, six-foot-four physique, Affleck started out playing jerks in School Ties, Richard Linklater’s Dazed and Confused and Kevin Smith’s Mallrats. He graduated to doofus in Chasing Amy but even his nicer characters weren’t very smart. So when he and Damon broke through in 1997 with their Oscar-winning screenplay for Good Will Hunting, the impression was that, off screen as well as on, Damon was the star and Affleck the sidekick. I still remember a waspish line from Esquire’s film critic, to the effect that Ben Affleck was put on the earth for the sole purpose of making Matt Damon look like the clever one.

Their next moves compounded that stereotype of art vs commerce. Damon moved into prestige pictures such as Saving Private Ryan and The Talented Mr Ripley, before striking oil with the Bourne franchise. Affleck became an action star in Armageddon, Pearl Harbor, Daredevil and The Sum of All Fears, none of which played to his strengths. In a recent interview with Damon, Affleck joked about feeling “deeply jealous and developing a sense of inadequacy and self-loathing” but it wasn’t entirely a joke: he wasn’t getting the same opportunities. “It’s not as if actors are turning down something way better,” he once told me. “It really doesn’t come down to X vs Y so much as X vs nothing.”

In smaller movies, he was once again a braggart (Shakespeare in Love) or an asshole (Boiler Room), which might explain why his brief experiment with romcoms never paid off. Only Roger Michell’s 2002 drama Changing Lanes, in which he clashed with Samuel L Jackson, was a persuasive advertisement for his acting chops. Meanwhile Gwyneth Paltrow, his girlfriend from 1997 to 2000, publicly described him as a “complete knucklehead”, which didn’t help. “What many people don’t know is that he’s crazy smart, but since he doesn’t want that to get awkward, he downplays it,” said David Fincher years later.

Affleck never seemed at ease in blockbusters. If I were ranking his performances, I would put his brilliant comic turn in the DVD commentary for Armageddon in the top five. He’s like a college smart-alec heckling the screen, only he’s actually in the movie. Unfortunately, it’s not a great look if you come across as thinking you’re too good for the movies you’re being paid handsomely to star in. He recalls challenging director Michael Bay on an absurd plot point in that thoroughly absurd film: “He told me to shut the fuck up.” The real joke’s on Affleck for thinking he’s above it all.

All in all, Affleck’s reputation was in a precarious state when he met Jennifer Lopez on the set of Gigli in 2001 and everything went awry. Gigli was the kind of brutal, unqualified flop that might as well have police tape around the scene of the crime. Their next movie together, Jersey Girl, also tanked. The hostile reception was inextricably tied up with the stars’ two-year relationship and the rise of celebrity media at its cruel, carnivorous worst. Affleck later blamed snobbery and racism:  even his taste in women was deemed trashy. Whatever the reasons, no relationship could have survived the obsessive scrutiny applied to “Bennifer”. Their wedding was first postponed and then cancelled. The backlash left them both shellshocked. When Affleck bumped into Damon around the release of GIGLI he said:  “I’m in the worst possible place you can be. I can sell magazines, but not movie tickets.”

GQ called Affleck the world’s most over exposed actor”. The Los Angeles Times wrote a long autopsy called “Ben Big’s Fall”. Yet Affleck was never a bad guy. Critics often praised his capacity for self-doubt and self-deprecating humour, so it’s apt that he won his first acting awards for playing George Reeves in 2006’s Hollywoodland, the Sixties Superman actor who was sent flying by fame and brought to earth with a humiliating crash. He’s stayed on good terms with his exes (very good in Lopez’s case) and he’s loyal to his friends. Directors including Linklater and John Frankenheimer have called him one of the nicest actors in the business. He’s always been a great interviewee, providing a clear-eyed running commentary on his career.

Now married to his Daredevil co-star Jennifer Garner, Affleck rebounded by moving behind the camera for his directorial debut, 2007’s Gone Baby Gone, starring his brother Casey. “Nobody knew whether he was going to be any good or not, so people were surprised,” Casey told me at the time. “But I wasn’t surprised. I knew that he’s so much smarter and more interesting than the person that’s depicted in the gossip magazines.” Suddenly there were comparisons to Robert Redford, the gold standard for actors turned directors, but Affleck still appeared bruised and wary when I interviewed him. Whenever talk turned to his rough patch, he began nervously flicking a bottle opener. Poker players would call that a giant tell. He still seemed to think that his comeback was fragile.

Affleck directed another satisfying crime thriller, The Town, in 2010 and then Argo in 2012. “We were wrong about Ben Affleck,” wrote the New Yorker’s Anthony Lane. “Few of us, watching Armageddon and Pearl Harbor, could see a way out, or back, for an actor so utterly at the mercy of his own jawline.” But Hollywood’s ambivalence towards him was betrayed by the fact that he was only the fourth person in the history of the Academy Awards to win Best Picture without getting a Best Director nomination, as if Argo’s excellence had nothing to do with its director and star. OK, he wasn’t the ideal choice to play CIA agent Tony Mendez, but who else was going to give him a part like that?

Affleck took a giant step backwards with the snoozy 2016 mob drama Live by Night but he still has a better actor-director track record than George Clooney. He’s shown real flair for action sequences, and a talent for getting great work out of ensemble casts, steering five actors from his first three movies to awards buzz. So it seemed incomprehensible when, in the afterglow of Argo, he signed up to play Batman. Affleck is always torn: while he may have a low opinion of superhero and action movies, he can’t quite let go of stardom. He didn’t seem like he really wanted to be Batman but then he was playing a Bruce Wayne who didn’t want to be Batman anymore either: angry, jaded, bitter. He might have pulled it off with a better director than Zack Snyder. A 2017 alcoholic relapse put paid to a solo Batman movie, which was probably for the best.

Affleck has had bad luck with superheroes. His recent action movies, The Accountant and Triple Frontier, are background noise. He’s also struggled to find sympathetic directors. Unlike his contemporaries, he’s never worked with Scorsese, Tarantino, Wes Anderson, Steven Soderbergh or the Coen brothers. His movie with Terence Malick, To the Wonder, was one of the director’s weakest. The towering exception, and his best performance to date, was David Fincher’s Gone Girl. With a perfect blend of charm and menace, his Nick Dunne is a fuck-up who could be victim, villain or both. Affleck isn’t playing himself but he’s playing with who people think he is. “I think it’s interesting how we manage the best version of ourselves,” he told the New York Times, “despite our flaws and our weaknesses and our sometime tendencies to do the wrong thing.”

Where does Affleck find a lane these days? The failure of Ridley Scott’s The Last Duel, which Affleck co-wrote and appeared in, confirms that the movies he really likes barely exist in cinemas anymore. He was sensitive in The Tender Bar and convincing as a recovering alcoholic in The Way Back but neither move made much impact. At the same time, he’s yet to commit to a prestige TV series in the vein of True Detective or Mare of Easttown. His slate of forthcoming projects looks underwhelming: two more outings as Batman, his eighth Kevin Smith movie, and a sci-fi thriller called Hypnotic. His return to directing with a film about Nike co-starring Damon could go either way. I’d love to see him play a role that fully exploits his talent for exhausted masculinity and gallows humour — Raymond Chandler’s Philip Marlowe, perhaps.

At least he seems happy now. More than any other movie star, Affleck is relatably candid about life not working out as planned. He has a consciousness of disappointment and failure that you don’t find anywhere else. Cruise and DiCaprio are too successful, McConaughey too upbeat, Johnny Depp too weird. It makes me want to root for him, which is why I find his recent marriage to Lopez, 20 years after their last attempt, so cheering. We’d all like to believe that life gives us second chances.

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A New Writing Experiment

Creating a new fantasy story.

In 2022, Top Gun: Maverick was an exceptionally good movie to me, and many of the film critics whom I respect seemed to agree. Unfortunately, it was also a good movie in a sea of disappointments, which is another thing many people seem to agree on. I am not politically conservative and I believe inclusive – or “woke” – movies can be good if written properly. Ripley in the first two Alien movies…

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Show Rhea and Dom how much you want it in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.

Warnings for this section: Voyeurism, exhibitionism, restraints (cuffs), teasing, biting, hickies, begging, humiliation/degradation, praise, group sex, hair pulling, gagging, ruined orgasm, drooling, hand-slapping

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 68 of ?): Face Promo

The engraved “BITCH” on Dominik’s tag seemed almost ironic, catching the light now and again as he stripped you naked, littering the hotel room with your clothes. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Rhea’s phone pointed at you again and focused in on her dark nails and tattooed hand before Dom cuffed your own hands above your head, holding them there.

Free hand trailing light touches across your chest and stopping to pinch your nipples, Dom stared down at you, seeming as fascinated by your body as he was with the sounds you made.

“Que linda,” he muttered before kissing down your neck, leaving a trail of small bites that made you shiver - until he found an area that made you clutch him tighter when he bit down. Suddenly, he took a much larger, rougher bite there, sucking your skin between his teeth.

“Please! Please!” you cry out, so ready to take him you’re aching.

When you get no response, you whimper and try, “Por favor?”

Pulling away to examine his work, Dom grins.

“Mami was right about you being desperate,” he said, clearly amused by your efforts, “But I heard you can beg better than that, muñeca.”

“He’s right, gorgeous,” Rhea agreed when you huffed, “I’ve made you beg in full sentences before.”

“Please…” you made yourself find the words, “I want… I want you inside me, please.”

“Hmmm,” Dom sounded like he was savoring making you wait, “How badly do you want it?”

“So badly.”

Even you could tell that didn’t sound convincing, so you used the last bit of coherency you had to clarify.

“Please, I’ll do anything!”

“Que buena,” he muttered, leaving his position above you to stand by the bed - to your momentary disappointment, “Now prove it. Get on your knees for me.”

Hands still cuffed, you lower them in unison to help you get off the bed and into position. The speed with which you dropped to your knees made Rhea praise you as Dom slid down his pants, stroking the bulge that strained his black boxer briefs.

Dominik’s jaw drops as he watches you tactfully use your arms to push your tits together and then open your mouth, sticking out your tongue as you obediently look up at him.

“Fuck,” Dom breathed, reaching down to cradle your face with one hand. The second he starts rubbing your cheek with the pad of his thumb, you intercept the movement.

Wrapping your mouth tightly around the digit, you start sucking and licking, never breaking eye contact.

“Sóplame,” Dominik moaned, watching you as he continued stroking himself, “Dame esta boca tan buena, perrita.”

It was a surprise for you, feeling so turned on by being called that, considering the circumstances of the first time he had dubbed you “perrita.”

“You heard the man,” Rhea encouraged you as Dom lowered the elastic band of his underwear down below his thighs.

Eyeing what sprung forth to greet you, you were still slightly hesitant to let go of the thumb in your mouth.

“Don’t be a brat, princess,” your girlfriend slid across the bedsheets when she noticed you pause, grabbing a fistful of your hair and waiting for Dom to pull his thumb out of your mouth before forcing you to take his entire length in its place.

Gagging in surprise, you instinctively move to pull back despite the pleasured moan from Dominik. However, Rhea still has a firm hold on you and chuckles at how helpless you are.

“Use your tongue first,” she commanded, “Savor the taste of what you want so badly.”

Your tongue started to dance around Dom as he twitched and throbbed in your mouth.

“That’s a good little cocksucker,” Rhea purred before using the hold on your hair to start bobbing your head back and forth.

You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning, the sound a whispered vibration with your mouth full. The wetness between your legs must have been dripping onto the floor at this point, but the thought left your mind as you focused on finding a good rhythm to breathe through your nose.

Dom began to thrust into your mouth in time with the way Rhea was moving you, making you gag every now and then. Soon, the tempo was such that you had to make a tremendous effort to keep your lips over your teeth to soften their edges.

Between the grunts and whimpers, it sounded like Dom was getting close.

Rhea noticed as well, pulling your head all the way back and holding you there, inches away from him. A string of drool and precum still connected your tongue to his tip.

“Mami,” Dom whined, trying to grab hold of your hair to pull you forward again - only to have his hand smacked away.

“Awww, poor baby,” Rhea mocked him, “Were you going to come?”

“Yes, Mami,” he admitted, rubbing his hand and immediately taking on a more submissive demeanor.

“But you’ve only used one of her holes,” she tutted in response, “Trust me, you don’t want to end it here.”

[end part sixty-eight of ?]

Part 69: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/747780042875125760/absolute-smokeshow-part-69-of-r-d-me

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Tag List (thank you!)

@littlemiss-fanficlover , @babybatlover , @girlofpink , @kagome2909 , @domripley , @wiccanpriestess , @falloutboy-lover , @aut0luminescence , @riverina69 , @itsrheasgirl

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Alien³ review

rewatched it again today and ho boy it’s still a nasty disappointment of a movie. 

Within the first five minutes we find out that Newt and Hicks are dead. This hurts a lot more if you’ve recently watched Aliens. All of Ripley and Hicks’ character development fucking gone. Newt’s survival become irrelevant. The fact that Ripley risked her life for her is meaningless now. All that hope and strength for a future for the three of them just vanished. 

and Ripley lands, of all places, on fucking prison-cum-foundry that (as is frequently repeated by the characters) is filled with murderers and rapists. Rapists! Rapists everywhere! We can’t have a woman wandering around, oh no, the men will go crazy! 🙄🙄 This movie is so gross. It feels like it has that greasy layer of “mature themes include sex so if we make this sexual it’s more mature right? and if we make this about sexual violence, then double points!” type of edgy writing that was super popular in the late 90′s early 2000, but it came out in 1992 so it was an early adopter, not in a good way. The attempted rape scene feels awful and yet completely unbelievable, why would they bend her over a metal railing? why would the guy put on his goggles like he was about to ride a motorcyle? it’s all just so extra an unnecessary Perhaps we should be happy that it’s not more realistic and uncomfortable, but I’m not going to give any positive points for “rape scene could have been worse”

In that vein, what is up with Ripley’s sexuality in this movie? It really feels like whoever wrote it was in that “cool girls have emotionally detached sex and mostly dissociate from their bodies” mentality, or maybe Sigourney Weaver just played it that way because it was the only way to get through this nonsense. Why on earth would Ripley have sex with Clemens, whom she just met, vaguely flirted with a bit and then watched him perform a bloody autopsy on her adopted daughter?? the sex scene is right after the autopsy too! Ripley should be allowed to have sex with whoever she wants but the timing of this is so fucking bizarre. She’s been traumatized, hurt and bruised, told she’s in a rape prison, watched the autopsy of a child and that’s when she gets horny for casual sex??

I was talking to @charlie-b-t and he mentioned that this feels very mean to Ripley for no reason and I have to agree. She didn’t make it back to Earth, she lost her new family and she’s stuck in a very shitty place full of people who dislike her or explicitly want to hurt her, minus the guy she had sex with. Why is this movie so MEAN to Ripley? 

Honestly the whole movie would have been better without her. Let her rest. Let her live out her days with Newt and Hicks in peace.

Alien³ can still be about a dilapidated foundry-prison with almost no inmates/staff left to run it that has a xenomorph running amok. Without Ripley as the main character, we could focus on Clemens on Dillon and maybe get attached to some of the people living here instead of constantly being told they’re all murder/rapists. I never did find out if they were indeed all bad, or they just said they’re bad because they’ve been steeped in a culture of shame, or maybe some of them were bad but redeemed themselves. We never find out because there’s zero character development in the movie.

Bishop’s scene was probably the best in the movie, and it ended too abruptly and Ripley did not even say goodbye to her friend. Ripley feels cold and extremely apathetic the whole movie, as if she has lost her humanity. Maybe she did (since there’s a queen xenomorph in her) but the theme is not carried out well enough or consistently, we only see Ripley so broken by all that has happened that she barely mourns the death of her adopted daughter.

Overall it’s a mean, hurtful movie that has none of the charisma, courage and hope that Aliens had. And keep in mind that Aliens’ central plot is about the death and harvesting of around 200 people, most of them families including children, out of which Newt was the sole survivor. Alien³ has far less death and destruction, and yet it’s a lot more bleak and empty, and it’s mostly about the terrible way it treats its main character. You don’t feel sorry for any of the characters that die, not even Ripley, because at least for her this is a release from her suffering and her empty life.

3/10

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A Killer Revealed...

Rounding up a week in Hollyoaks (17th-21st May 2021)

The mystery of Hollyoaks’ latest whodunnit was solved this week as George’s killer was revealed. As the week began, things were looking bleak for John Paul. The video from George’s iPad had found its way into James’ hands and a star witness had placed John Paul at the scene of the crime. As a result, James advised him that his best hope of getting a reduced sentence was to plead guilty to manslaughter. However, John Paul was determined that he was innocent and refused to take James’s advice, leaving James with no option but to step down from the case. Meanwhile, the McQueen’s decided that John Paul’s best hope now was to track down the star witness and prove they were lying and Theresa soon had reason to suspect PC Smith, one of George’s former colleagues. Deciding to extract a confession from him, Theresa begged James to help, and after some persuading, he agreed to help out. Miraculously, Theresa managed to get the evidence she needed, resulting in the case against John Paul collapsing...

John Paul was released from prison, much to the relief of his family, whilst PC Smith was suspended pending further investigation. However, he still believed that one of the McQueen’s was guilty of murder and told DS Cohen that he was determined to get to the truth. In a bid to put the wind up the family, PC Smith arrived at The Dog, in full uniform, and announced that the murder weapon had been found. However, when John Paul spoke to DS Cohen, she revealed that PC Smith had been suspended and that the location of the murder weapon remained a mystery. Later, PC Smith watched as a mystery figure entered the city walls, confirmed that the murder weapon was still in place, and then fled. The person was soon confirmed to be Theresa...

Theresa had to face some tough questions when the police asked to speak to her and the timing couldn’t have been worse as Nana brought Kathleen Angel back from Spain. However, as we’ve come to expect from Hollyoaks whodunnits, all was not as it seemed and Sally confessed to a horrified John Paul that she was the killer. Flashbacks showed Sally walking in on an argument between George and Theresa over his abuse of John Paul and, realising that George was about to harm Theresa, Sally whacked him over the head with a bookend. Deciding that she couldn’t let Theresa take the blame, Sally prepared to hand herself in, however, just as Theresa was being charged with George’s murder, John Paul turned up at the station and announced that he was the killer...

Meanwhile, John Paul’s predicament was causing problems for James and Ste this week, with Ste worrying about the amount of time that James was spending with John Paul. With this in mind, Ste was relieved when James decided to step down from the case. However, Leah later overheard the McQueen’s thanking James for everything he’d done for John Paul and, realising that he’d lied to Ste, went straight to tell him. However, Ste didn’t take too kindly to Leah’s ‘interference’, and poor Leah was hurt when Ste told her to mind her own business. Despite this, the seeds of doubt had clearly been sown and Ste was unsure whether or not James was to be trusted...

By the end of the week, James had apologised to Leah and she came up with a way for him to get back into Ste’s good books - buy her the costume she needed for her 80s dance recital. However, with this being a task beyond James, the job was outsourced to Marnie, who ended up buying a costume from the wrong era, leaving Leah disappointed and Trish seething. In fact, Trish was so annoyed that she dropped Leah from the recital. Not only that, but Ste, too, was angry when he realised what had happened, and warned James never to use his kids again...

In other news this week, Darren was determined to get out of the ‘friend-zone’ with Nancy but was left disappointed when she stood him up, whilst Cher continued to gaslight Mercedes. Brooke, struggling with her identity, borrowed Charlie’s clothes and finally, after initially insisting she didn’t want her cancer treated, Martine had her first chemotherapy session. 

This Week’s Cast:

Brooke, Celeste, Charlie, Cher, Darren, DS Cohen, Felix, Goldie, Grace, Jack, James, John Paul, Juliet, Kathleen Angel, Leah, Luke, Marnie, Martine, Matthew, Mercedes, Misbah, Nana McQueen, Nancy, Peri, Ripley, Sally, Ste, Sylver, Theresa, Toby, Trish and Walter.

Blasts From The Past:

Mitchell Deveraux, George Kiss, Breda McQueen, Myra McQueen, Frankie Osborne.