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bakugosbratx · 3 years

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Baby Eyes | Mafia Katsuki Bakugo x Fem! Reader

Warning: 18+ Content. Some non-con, blood, murder, Mafia Bakugo, Fem! Reader, bdsm, sexual intercourse, size kink, degrading, orgasm denial, Stockholm syndrome, yandere themes, etc.

Words: 2,896

A/N: thank you so much to @daisy-bakugo for letting me participate. It is really fun doing this collaboration with you. Daisy’s Event

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Vegas.

Many dream of this city. The gambling, the drinks, the money, the night life. It has it all. Your dreams and worse nightmares can be made here all within a single night. The world may be cruel, but Vegas is even crueler. At least, it is for Y/N.

Your pistol was held tight in your trembling little hand. You have not been properly trained for this moment since in your late teens. The weapon felt foreign to the touch. You are now in your twenties and you are usually not doing this line of work, but since you wanted to disturb your significant other while he was working, he handed you the gun for you to handle.

“Since you want to be such a fucking cry baby, here.” He growled, shoving the pistol into your pounding chest. You gasped.

“S-Sir, I—“ You stammered, using the name he loved to be called by you. You would help it lessen your punishment, but the man did not budge.

“Don’t keep me waiting, brat. Finish this piece of shit off swiftly and quit your damn crying.”

You watched as he left into the city lights of Vegas before turning your attention back to the male before you. The man begged for mercy beneath you and your mouth feels dry.

“P-Please, ma’am. I-I have a w-wife and t-three beautiful c-children. I’ll g-give you your m-money next week. I-I promise.” The fearful man stammered amongst the abandoned dark alleyway. You have heard this speech by many like him when Katsuki brought you on his missions. It should just fall on deaf ears, but tears still brimmed your eyes as memories flooded back to the forefront of your damaged mind.

These memories are the reason you are in this predicament. You begged and squealed, running towards Katsuki and hanging onto his arm when he directed you to stay in the car. You two could have been gone by now, but you decided to intervene. Now you are here, about to commit another murder.

Your father was in this same position a few years ago. Begging for mercy before Katsuki slaughtered him right in front of you. Your cries still echo this alleyway during late, breezy nights. People think you have been disposed of as well. That is what eventually happened to the remainder of your family, but you are just under a new identity.

The barrel of the gun digs deeper into the victim’s temple. You attempt to find your strength to pull the trigger. You need to before Katsuki returns. He does not like waiting and you really are pushing what is left of his buttons today.

“I’m sorry.” You whimper out, closing your sorrow filled eyes and pressing down on the trigger. The feeling of blood splattering amongst your cold skin brought back even more unwanted memories. Falling to your knees, you began to cry hysterically in front of the fallen corpse.

Heavy footsteps came up behind you after a few moments. Katsuki has been watching the whole time and you know it. This is what made the experience even worse. You know his judgment is coming. He gave you a task and although you succeeded, it isn’t good enough. He hates your emotional ways. ‘Baby eyes’ as he would say. Always crying over something or someone.

A big calloused hand entangling into your hair with a deep sigh following. You could not look up at him. You hate him right now. You need to, at least, but the feeling of his large fingers stroking your scalp delivered comfort. A comfort he gives and takes away on a whim.

“Took you long enough.” Katsuki grumbled. You gaze up at him with a pitiful look he knows all too well. There was a certain aura to you that changed when your mind drifted to that night. The night he murdered your family right in front of you and all you could do is watch in terror.

“I-I’m sorry.” You muttered out, already accepting that Katsuki is annoyed with you. This is not your first murder and sure will not be your last. He has groomed you long enough for you to know your role.

Katsuki kicked the man’s head with his large foot so he could see the man’s pleading face. Katsuki is cruel in that way. He loved seeing his victim’s expressions in their final moments. Especially when his beautiful woman killed them.

Digging into the man’s pockets, he grabbed his pack of cigarettes and black leather wallet to review what was contained inside it. The little cash the man held is now in Katsuki’s possession.

“Marlboro Reds,” Katsuki commented as he slipped the cigarette in between his moist lips and lit it up, “nice.”

Turning around to face you after letting the nicotine enter his system, he looks down at you. Grabbing your chin, you are forced to meet his gaze. You tremble under his touch.

“What did I say about that crying shit?” Katsuki recalls one of your many lectures.

“I’m sorry!” You exclaimed, a little too loud for your own good. Katsuki’s eyebrows furrowed together, not pleased with your tone. His hand found a way to your neck, giving you a nice squeeze as he guides you up to your feet.

“Let’s go.” Katsuki growls, his red orbs shooting venom into you. Your arm is now tight into his grip as he leads you to the parked all black Lamborghini.

You climb into the passenger seat while Katsuki climbs into the driver’s. You used the napkins in the glove compartment to clean up your soiled face. Katsuki is already on his second cigarette as he drives to the mansion you both share. Considering how fed up he is with you and your antics, you are surprised that half of the box is not gone by now. You know you are in for it once you arrive home.

Katsuki pulled up to the house after some time. Your tears did not pause once the whole way there which only agitated Katsuki even more. He did not say a word as you know to follow the tall man inside. Straight up the spiral marble staircase to the master bedroom, you begin undressing as Katsuki does not appreciate the mess in his living space. Along with the fact you are always to be naked within the bedroom. That rule was set once you turned eighteen years of age.

You sat on the edge of the bed, not enjoying the look in Katsuki’s angry eyes. His muscular arms folded against his chest as he leaned against the wall, glaring into you. You feel small — as usual — within his presence. He is making sure you remember your place.

“What the hell were you thinking out there, Y/N?” Katsuki begins after moments have passed.

“I-I don’t know.” You mumbled, twiddling your thumbs in your bare lap. Your insides are curling with each passing second. You are not sure why you did what you did, honestly. You have seen numerous people plead for forgiveness at Katsuki’s feet, but Katsuki is always going to be a merciless man. Your body acted before your brain could compute. You just wanted to save him. Salvage your loved ones death in some way, shape, or form, but it can never be done.

“You have to give me a better excuse than that. This little rebellion you're on lately isn’t doing nothing but getting you into heaps of trouble.”

“It’s not a rebellion!” You snap back, tears still spilling from your orbs. “You killed my family, Katsuki!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, used to this statement coming from you. “Here we go again.” He scoffs with a tsk following shortly after. “We’ve been over this, Y/N. Your father sold you and your family out for cash. If anything, you should be fucking grateful I even let you live.”

“Grateful?” You repeat in disbelief, a half hearted chuckle escaping your lips. Maybe it was because Katsuki let you take another life, maybe your parents' spirits are coming through, or maybe you’re just so fed up with him, but a sudden burst of confidence runs through you.

You stand up, strolling over to the man before you. His jaw is clenching as he examines each cowardly step you take towards him. You glare up to the man before you, quivering before his mighty presence.

“You killed my family, Katsuki,” you repeat through gritted teeth and clenched fists, “I’ll never forgive you for that.”

“Oh yeah?” Katsuki challenged, his profound amused smirk appearing. The look in your glossy irises said all the words you didn’t have the courage to speak. “Good thing I really don’t give a fuck about your forgiveness, princess.”

Katsuki’s words soaked into your veins like venom. His smug looks always made you want to beat it off of him. Ever since you have met him. You both know you have no match against him. He will always win. Always.

You have been stuck with him since you were fifteen years old. You two never had any relationship or any sexual conduct until you were the legal age of eighteen. You would be lying if you said you didn’t fall for him over the years. He is all you know and Katsuki grew to like you over the years. Though he trained you to be the woman he wants you to be for him, you do throw a tantrum or two when needed.

“I hate you.” You sniveled.

“Sure you do. Let’s clean up that pretty face of yours so I can stuff it, eh?” Katsuki chuckled, cupping your chin with one hand so he can wipe your nose with a handkerchief with the other. You attempted to break loose of his firm grasp, but the male was not even phased.

“I don’t want your dick anywhere near me.” You admit allowed, still keeping the same angry tone within your words.

Katsuki arched his eyebrow, releasing your face from his grip and discarding the used cloth into the waste bin. “Considering the show you put on out there tonight, you’re lucky I’m not doing worse to you. I can always make that pretty ass of yours bruised too if you’d like?”

You immediately shake your head no. Your bottom is still a bit sore from two weeks ago when Katsuki put you over his knee. You are just now able to sit normal again. You do not need to go back to that.

“No, sir.” You stutter out, backing away from him and putting your hands behind your back. Katsuki is already pouring himself some whiskey into a whiskey glass that you make sure is always waiting on his dresser. He always enjoys a good drink after a long mission.

You take his black suit jacket off of him like expected and lay it on the dirty laundry hamper. Katsuki is already sitting on the bed, sipping on his alcoholic beverage, waiting for you to get to work. Kneeling before him, you begin unzipping his slacks and tugging down his underwear to reveal his erected cock. You take a moment to contemplate your future actions. You really did not want his dick in your mouth, but like Katsuki said before, you do not have a choice in the matter.

Your train of thought is derailed when Katsuki tugs on your hair. “Isn’t going to suck itself, brat. Get to work.”

Mentally groaning, your tongue swipes his length before placing kisses on the tip. Slowly, you begin taking in inch—by—inch. Saliva slid down his cock by the time you had it in your throat. Choking noises fed Katsuki’s already inflated ego.

“Can’t talk much with my cock down your throat, huh?” He teased, taking another sip of his whiskey. “For someone who claimed they didn’t want my cock to begin with, you sure are deep throating it rather quickly.”

You ignored his usual insults as you came up for air. You let out small coughs then go in for more, every vein being pleased with your tongue as you take it all in. Katsuki groans in pleasure as you pick up the speed. His cock is coated in your saliva as you did not slow down once to catch air. It wasn’t worth the ego boost he would feel from knowing he is too big for you.

Katsuki’s whiskey went unfinished as he could not focus on drinking it. Cum soon fills your hollow cheeks and down your throat as he releases into you. Not a drop was missed as you milked his cock. You were rewarded with a head pat.

“On the bed,” Katsuki instructs, “all fours.”

“Do I have to?” You whine. Katsuki vigorously grabs your chin, staring down into you. The room is dark, but his crimson eyes seemed to glow.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll get on this fucking bed and shut your Goddamn mouth.” Katsuki hisses, sending chills down your spine. You do as you are told like he taught you. Arching your back, your ass is now in his perfect viewing. Katsuki’s clothes discarded to the hardwood floor below, his dick already erected at the sight of you.

“See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Katsuki asked, rhetorically. He spreads you open more for his personal view. “Yeah, that’s it.” He comments, overviewing all of you. One of his hands stroked his cock while the other pressed on your begging clit. You let out a soft moan, hoping he didn’t hear.

Placing his hands on your hips, he drags you closer to him. Leveling you with his cock, the tip slowly slips into your entrance then proceeding to pick up full speed. Your cunt swallows all of him, hugging his cock with each rhythmic thrust. You can feel your tight walls get stretched by his girth with each entry he makes, not even giving you time to get used to his size as he exits to repeat the same process. No matter how many times you two have sex, you will never get used to Katsuki’s length and size.

“Katsuki—“ You sob in pleasure and in pain.

“Shut it, slut. You’re going to take all of my fucking cock and like it. I’m going to fuck the brat out of you tonight.” Katsuki demands, pressing down on your spine so your ass is more perked up for him to smack periodically. Your cries and moans are muffled into the European satin sheets below. You grip onto them for support as Katsuki does not slow down once.

Your pussy pulsates with each thrust. It was about to give out on you and cum all over his cock. Though you did not want to give him the satisfaction, your cunt had other plans as it became tighter around Katsuki’s length.

“Aw, is someone going to cum?” Katsuki coo’s condescendingly, beginning to go agonizingly slow.

You lift your head to beg for sweet release. “Please let me cum, sir. Pretty please. I need to oh so badly.” You sobbed. His silence made your insides do flips. His slow strokes did not once stop and his nails dug into your thighs.

“No.” Katsuki finally denies as he knows you cannot take anymore. You gasp, your heart stopping for a split second.

“Katsuki, please.” You hiccuped. “I really need to.”

“Should’ve thought about that before throwing a tantrum today. Good girls get to cum.” Katsuki shrugged, using his long muscular arm to push your head back into the mattress. “Now shut the hell up while I fuck you senseless.”

Just like Katsuki stated, he fucked you until his high was met. Of course, he did not make it easy as he was about to bust, he would go slower to edge himself. He wanted this to be a punishment to remember. The whole time, you behaved and did not cum. No matter how many times Katsuki tried to get you to slip, you refused.

“C’mon and cum, brat. Y’know you wanna.” Katsuki would tease with immaturity. All you could say was incoherent “no thank you’s.” A soft rub on your ass was telling you that you passed his test.

Countless minutes, maybe even hours, have passed until Katsuki decided he was ready to release himself. “You can cum now.” He finally grants. You did not get to even process his words as your pussy released onto his cock. Babbles of pleasure and gratitude escaped from your lips.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” Katsuki praises, his cock now removed from you. You whine at the hollowness you felt.

“Lay on your back.” He instructs, doing his best to keep it together. You follow his request and switch over to your back. “Play with your tits.”

Your fingers grab onto your sensitive nipples, swirling on them before giving them a nice little pinch. Katsuki stood over you, stroking his cock that is covered in his pre-cum.

“Yeah, that’s it. Good girl.” Katsuki praised once more, analyzing your lewd faces as your fingers played with your breast.

“Mm, cover me with your cum.” You encouraged, rubbing your thighs together and pushing your breast closer to one another. Katsuki became feral as cum squirted onto your chest and stomach. Just the sight of you is making Katsuki forget today ever happened.

Just like always, baby eyes.

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justanotherlifeff · 3 years

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You hated Bakugou Katsuki with every single fiber of your body. Yes, at the moment, you were running around on the streets, trying to find the site at which Bakugou was currently fighting a villain. You had finally taken it upon yourself to stop the angry blond from ruining his reputation any further by intervening whenever he had to deal with the press. Which basically meant, you had to track him during his patrols, find out where the hell he is fighting a villain and be there to stop him from running his mouth. Thanks to that, the press has now recognized as ‘the mom assistant’ as the news articles said, much to Bakugou’s irritation.

“Bakugou-kun!” you yelled, catching the blonde’s attention as he was close to starting an argument with the reporter talking to him. “Why the fuck do you always have to butt in?” Bakugou yelled at you, clearly furious, possibly because of something the reporter said. “Well, cause you need to keep your mouth in check!” you snapped at him before smiling at the reporter and saying, “Sorry sir, we’ll have to cut this short” and pulled Bakugou out of the crowd. “Stop pulling me dimwit!” Bakugou barked, yet letting you take him away despite his ability to yank you off. “Well, do you think Deku-san is gonna yell at reporters? Why do you think you never cross him at the popularity poll? Fan votes aren’t everything you know. We both want you to be the number 1, Bakugou-kun” you lectured him, something that worked every single time somehow.

Bakugou only let out a small grunt in reply, liking the fact that you always told him that you wanted him to be the number 1. In fact, he started the argument with the reporter only to have you lecture him. He had been causing way more trouble for you than usual just to hear you say how much you want him to be the number 1, since his ego, which was as big as an entire dinosaur, did not allow him to just ask you to praise him. Little did he know, it only made you more overworked, more frustrated with him.

Yes, you were absolutely hopeless on how to deal with his PR issues. The fact that you had a rather personal connection to his antics did not help either. You were wondering whether your plan to spend more time with him was a mistake, but, you did not have the heart to stop all that meaningless cooking sessions, which were not really cooking sessions anymore, but more like just hanging out together at your apartment, watching random stuff on the TV while eating whatever food he helped you cook up. Sometimes, he would ask you to show up at his regular gym with food and you would just wait there and watch him work out. The two of you would talk, and sometimes he would help you work out as well since “you can’t possibly protect yourself with that noodle arms dumbass!”.

You were at home, at 12am, thinking about possible solutions to handling a way more troublesome Bakugou, when you got a call from the team leader of his PR team. “What the fuck did he do again?” you wondered as you picked the call up. “What did he do now?” you asked, frustration clear in his voice. “Check Chargebolt’s Instagram. We are currently contacting his PR team to take down the post but seems like Chargebolt hacked into it pretty well. I’m surprised that someone as dumb as him was able to do something like that. I need you to find Bakugou and Chargebolt and get rid of the post before any further damage is done.” Was all he said before hanging up. “Damn, it must be bad…” you muttered as you got into Chargebolt’s profile. And damn, it really was bad.

The picture was of a very drunk Bakugou, who was smiling smugly at the camera. However, that wasn’t the bad part. The bad part was the two girls on both his laps, two girls who had claimed to have slept with Bakugou in the past, something you had a hard time handling, both as an assistant and as someone who was unfortunate enough to be in love with Bakugou Katsuki himself. “OH, HELL NO! NOT ON MY WATCH!” You gritted your teeth, obviously tired of his bullshit, as you slipped into some decent clothes and ran to catch the train closest to the address of nightclub that his PR team texted you about.

As soon as you reached, the bouncer stopped you, as he thought that you were a random civilian trying to get into the heroes only club. “I’m Bakugou Katsuki’s assistant. I’ve got my ID card. I need to talk to him urgently.” You told him, showing your ID card. “I’m sorry ma’am, I’m not allowed to let anyone who’s not a hero in.” the bouncer answered calmly. “Well, then I’m sorry about this.” You muttered before making a run towards the entrance, without giving the bouncer the chance to catch you. For once, you were thankful to your brat of a boss for making sure you had the stamina to run fast, thanks to tracking him all over the city for the last few months.

Thankfully, you found him quite fast, still with those two obnoxious fangirls as you charged towards him. “BAKUGOU FUCKING KATSUKI, WE NEED TO FUCKING TALK!” You snarled at him. “Damnnnn, you get all the hotties don’tcha Kacchan?” you heard Chargebolt laugh from a chair nearby, having a drink. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Bakugou asked, not even hiding the blush as he found you being angry immensely attractive. However, you were not looking at him at the moment. In fact, you were glaring so hard at Kaminari that if you had an eye lazer quirk, he’d be dead five times over.

“You, delete that fucking post. NOW!” you scolded the now scared lightening hero. “Damn… Okay okay I’m doing it jeez! You’re scarier than Bakugou wtf?” Kaminari chuckled nervously as he deleted the post with shaky hands. “Good. I’ll make sure your PR team gives you hell if you pull any shit like this again.” You gave the nervous man one last glare before directing all your wrath to Bakugou.

For once, he was smart enough to ditch the fangirls, knowing very well that pissing you off now would not end well, no matter how hot you look at the moment. “You, are coming with me.” You told him quietly, venom in your voice. The bouncer finally found you at that moment and tried to apologize to Bakugou about letting you in, however, Bakugou muttering a small “it’s fine” to him told him all about you in an instant. The pro hero never spoke quietly, which only meant that you must be important enough to interrupt his night.

“You’re too drunk to drive. Gimme your keys.” You muttered as you got out of the club with a rather tame looking Bakugou. “You can drive?” he asked, to which you snapped, “Just cause I don’t have a car doesn’t mean I can’t drive, asshole!”. To that, he simply handed over the keys to his Lamborghini to you, which you used to unlock his car and get in. Bakugou got into the passenger’s seat and after a brief moment of uncomfortable silence, he asked, “So, where are we going?” to which you answered, “your penthouse.”. “How the fuck do you know my address?” he asked. “I’m your assistant, Bakugou.” You answered, not looking at him.

The rest of the ride passed in a tense silence as you finally reached the parking lot of his penthouse. After putting his car in the designated area, you decided that enough was enough. You did not want to deal with these feelings anymore. You did not want to deal with situations where he looked at other women the way you wanted him to look at you. You decided that you should rip the bandage then and there. “Bakugou, I wanna quit the job. I’ll bring the resignation letter tomorrow.” You muttered.

To say that Bakugou was in shock was an understatement. “What? What the fuck? Why?” he asked, not hiding the hurt expression on his face. “I can’t take this anymore. Do you even realize how much trouble you cause? Why did I have to show up at a random high class night club today, run from the bouncer, shout at another top pro hero to delete YOUR picture with some random women all because you can’t keep it in your pants? Why do you constantly cause all that PR nightmare? It’s only gotten worse since I started cooking for you. One moment, you try to show up at my home to hang out for no reason and then you go through all the effort to make life harder for me. What do you want from me, Bakugou? Have I done anything wrong? Honestly, this is exactly why Deku is the number 1 hero and you’re not. If I were Deku’s assistant, he wouldn’t have….” Your voice cracked but you were stopped by Bakugou.

“You’re not his assistant. Don’t fucking say good things about him. You’re mine, (Y/N). Not Deku’s, not anyone’s, but mine.” Bakugou growled possessively. “I’m not yours, Bakugou. Those girls you sleep with on a daily basis, they are yours. I don’t want to be with someone who fucks around with random women who throw themselves at them.” You snapped back and for once, Bakugou realized that he messed up.

At the beginning, Bakugou always did as he pleased as 1, his fans loved whatever the hell he did and 2, he got his dick wet so basically, it was always a win-win situation for him. After you fell into his life (quite literally), he found out that he should do as he pleases as 1, again, his fans loved whatever the hell he did and 2, his overinflated ego wouldn’t let him confess his feelings towards you, which is why, it started as him trying to deny his feelings by fucking someone else and later, when he realized that it wasn’t working, he stopped the fucking, but pretended that he didn’t stop it, assuming that you would get jealous and confess to him first. However, now he realized that he judged the situation completely wrong.

“I won’t change what I said, (L/N). You’re mine. I’m saying that, considering everything you just said to me.” Bakugou answered after a brief pause. “So, you’re trying to tell me that you did not sleep with anyone.” You asked him with a deadpan expression. “I stopped two months ago. Pikachu posted that picture because I asked him to. I wanted you to think that I didn’t stop. You can ask all my friends about it.” Bakugou muttered, looking clearly embarrassed. “And why the fuck would you want me to think you’re fucking around?” you asked him, clearly confused. “So that you confess first…” Bakugou muttered, looking away in embarrassment.

The two of you sat there in silence before you busted out laughing. “OI! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING ABOUT?” Bakugou yelled at you, his face completely red, making you laugh even harder. “My God, you’re such a tsundere!” you somehow choked out before wheezing due to laughter. Bakugou just sat there like a sulking child till you were done laughing.

“So, you’re mine. That’s settled right?” Bakugou asked you grumpily, as soon as you caught your breath. “You know, out of all the ways I expected you to ask me out, this was definitely not something I expected, and yet, somehow, this sounds exactly like something you’d do.” You chuckled softly. Bakugou only grunted as an answer. A rather comfortable silence fell between the two of you before it was interrupted yet again by Bakugou.

“So, you didn’t say if it was settled or not.” He grumbled. “Yessir, it’s settled.” You answered. A moment later, he asked again, “So, you’re not leaving the job, right?”. “Nope, I’m not.” You answered. Another brief moment later, he demanded, “Tell me that I’m better than Deku.”. “I will, if you behave.” You answered with a smile, to which he replied, “Fuck you”. “Well, then I won’t call you better than Deku” you answered with a sickly-sweet smile, making him pop a vein on his forehead. “Say it!” he barked, only to have you reply, “Deku is better than…” before you were cut off by a kiss.

You absolutely hated Bakugou Katsuki. Yes, you totally hated the fact that he won your heart. Right.

A/N: THERE WILL BE SMUT ON THE NEXT CHAPTER.

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kaisooficrec · 7 years

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hello sweet peaches!

this is an extremely long list so we’ve decided to put them under the cut. yes, we’ve counted, and there’s 75+ bottomsoo fics listed, and they’re all from 2016 and after! so… without further ado!

anti-climax - honestly still one of my favourite bottomsoo smut ever. kyungsoo has never experienced an orgasm, and jongin’s gonna change that.

rookie boy - fuck me up real good, shy dom!jongin

backslide - kyungsoo is sexually frustrated bc all the dates he goes on end up with bad sex… so who better to call than his ex boyfriend jongin?

shades of green - !!! daddy kink with older!nini. jongin gets jealous when an old friend gets a lil too touchy with his soo + humiliation kink ohoho yes

velvet dreams - i really love this fic! the writing is amazing, i love the emotions conveyed, especially kyungsoo’s insecurities

pose for me - model jongin and insecureish ksoo who also becomes a model to spend more time with jongin

translucent you - WET KAISOO need i say more /eye emoji/

love is - kyungsoo basically rides jongin until he cries (i cried too)

iNK - incubus!jongin with an obsession for high schooler!soo (warnings: bloodplay)

love in control - bdsm! kyungsoo goes on the internet to find someone (/coughs/ jongin ofc) to satisfy his particular needs~

come as you are - this is so cute omg, a werewolf/vampire relationship that kaisoo needs to hide from everyone

i am happy when i am with you - abo verse, cute friends to lovers fic where they’re quite unaware of each other’s feelings smh + jongin offers to spend kyungsoo’s heat with him :~)

drawing you - jongin, a fine arts student, draws kyungsoo for his project

i’ll heal you when you’re sick - non au, kyungsoo “takes care” of jongin when he gets sick

a simple life - two broken hearts heal with each other, this is stunnin (warnings: slight dubcon, master/slave)

autumn warmth - sequel to one eyed hue, crossdressing!jongin, queen aistehtik out here breaking gender roles

tifu… by sending nudes to my boss - fuck. yes. the title speaks for itself ;) but mmmm the jongin bicep appreciation in this gets me going

if you allow me - kyungsoo moves into a new apartment and his roommates are… weird. age switch, age gap and bloodplay (hek yes)

sweet against your lips - coffeeshop!au, jongin spills coffee on kyungsoo’s crotch and offers to clean it up :~)

on your knees (pretty please) - LISTEN this fucked me up so good oh my god, now THIS is a Powerbottom Fic. ksoo commanding jongin i just.. holy–

spellbound - kyungsoo goes to a strip club and meets jongin, and then starts seeing him a lot more frequently out of the club

body moves (yeah, just a little bit) - model!soo stylist!jong, wild n passionate sex. if you like this, read the sequel: come on home with me (baby, let it loose) (it’s topsoo!)

love is (for walls) - policeman!jongin gets late for their anniversary and has to pay the price + powerbottom kyungsoo, handcUFFS, barebacking… heck me up

need you now - cute flustered ksoo buying condoms with his boyfriend for the good times

provocative - kyungsoo has sex with sex god jongin on a dare. absolutely gorgeous writing, the smut scene is poetic.

deliver my pizza - slight!crack, kyungsoo has a pizza delivery boy kink and guess who gets roped up into roleplaying?

lamborghini mercy - (warnings: dubcon) kyungsoo works at a car wash and has a crush on rich!nini who rolls in on his laaaaaaaaamb

sins of the flesh - we cannot go without reccing hobash. kyungsoo finds a video of his teammate on a pornsite.

First Times Are Always Awkward, Right? - powerbottom soo (warnings: this is highschool au so they’re both underage)

Can’t Sleep - ksoo is cute and whiny and jongin calls him baby

Body (guard) - bodyguard!jong, kyungsoo drinks an aphrodisiac akdkalja slight!crack

Talkative Actions - powerbottom ksoo and awk jong, this is so sweet!!

Like water, we combine - shower sex, domestic, this is purely pwp

Spaghetti Kiss - non au where jongin is jealous of kyungsoo’s spaghetti kiss w kwangsoo (inspired by that running man ep!)

Kiss You Inside Out - stress relief fluffy smut

Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you - ex!boyfriends, dirty talk

Birthday Sex - well yes bday sex :-) the sexual tension though :o

(First time?) Meeting - they met online and sext and send nudes but dont know they’re bffs irl hmmm

Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you- - exes!kd but they end up having a passionate sex anyway....:--)

you've got the healing that i want - prom night but they get bored! maybe a round in their car will do right~

kristhaswaggerdad’s entire fucking collection (pun totally intended ohoho): getting it on - with toys ;)

partition (glamorous) - ceo!jongin + car sex

here and now - abo verse

from kadi-centred fic fests:

no one dies this time:

aurora - abo verse, kyungsoo is sent to alpha!jongin for protection and um the lovemaking is intense okay

caught in a comet’s tail - alien/intergalactic/tribal(ish) au, jongin comes from a planet where his tribe is dying and ksoo wants to save him

give in to me - i remember clicking this link so hard when i read the desc the first time i saw it. anyway, ex-boyfriends kaisoo get stuck in an elevator + riding!soo

like gravity - i love this fic so much honestly (psssst it’s got elevator sex)

lips like warm coffee - ex-boyfriends kaisoo spend 7 minutes in heaven :~) (ngl tho i got triggered when ji said “hello mr do”)

love me - kyungsoo is a very sweet, loving and understanding boyf but then again are we even surprised? (warnings: mentions of depression, will make you hurt in the best way)

mr and mr kim - mr and mrs. smith!au, remember that rough sex scene in the movie? yep. ‘nuff said.

overtaken - the sex scene is short but as per the third ask, the writing is good and it’s a really fun story + it is bottomsoo lol

put your venom in me - one of my fave dystopian!au where any “reckless” behaviour is banned. it’s both topsoo and bottomsoo; switching is perfectly common and healthy c:

summer snapdragons - the writing is INCREDIBLE, and i am still shook to my core. kyungsoo works as a barista for ceo!jongin (warnings: age gap and age switch)

will you stay with me - LISTEN THIS IS TWD!AU and ya’ll gotta know admin i is the biggest heux for anything with zombies!!!! kaisoo are amazing characters written with such depth, and the entire story is lit give it a chance please (warnings: gore, violence, minor character death, mentions of depression)

you know you love me - !!! gossip girl au for everyones fave gg otp but with kaisoo aka heaven (warnings: slight homophobia, minor character death, drunk!sex, mentions of depression)

10kfrp:

cosmic love - this is so beautiful! kyungsoo falls in love with the native from another planet :’) + JONGIN HAS PINK HAIR WITH FLOWERS IN IT

dearly departed - they make sweet love on top of a bus in the middle of a zombie apocalypse

forkadionly:

campaigning for your heart - one of the funniest enemies to lovers fics! it’s politics au where kaisoo support different candidates + it’s powerbottom!soo

convoluted desires - war!au, jongin loses his bestfriend seungsoo in the war and he’s broken, when he goes to a brothel he meets seungsoo’s younger brother soo

cosmic fire - a personal fave from fko! the worldbuilding in this is amazing. (warnings: interspecies sex, technically)

hands on you - not very smutty but the author will hit you with that daddy kink outta nowhere hooo boy

locked in love - prison!au, they meet e/o there (prison sex omg)

retrograde motion - long ass incredibly written mama au with some sweet sweet loving? sign me tf up

starboy - omg space enthusiast soo is so cute in this!! and um jongin killed me with his ‘baby boy’ right outta nowhere. a beautiful coming of age type of fic!

that would be enough - doctor au, both are career driven especially jong but then they start to drift apart and ksoo fears that ji will leave him one day

you are my spring - kaisoo’s relationship blossoms like spring time! (warnings: mentions of depression and anxiety)

And If Skies Could Speak - camp/scout au, soo is there and not allowed to go ‘outside’ the borders, then he meets someone who shows him the place turns out that someone has been smitten with him since day 1 hh

best days of our lives:

kyungsoo’s vitamin d - pure pwp oh my lord. powerbottom cockslut kyungsoo + riding!soo. this will for sure quench your thirst.

secret’s untold - oh lordy lord the body worship!!! kyungsoo is a fairy (in heat) and he gives off a sweet smell ;) but fr this is wow okay

rock-a-bye baby - domestic kaisoo smut, they do it in a newly built treehouse for their kids shame on them

rumours - jongin is a mafia leader, and blackmails kyungsoo

when you say nothing at all - read the warnings, mafia au, ksoo is sad bc jong has always a bunch of pretty girls over but jong actually likes him

you’re all i have - pure pwp once more i’m yelling!! jongin’s lap is kyungsoo’s throne ;)

bottomsoo fics from other fic fests:

midnight calling - fantasy, horror, (read warnings), i thought this fic was hauntingly beautiful, please do give this a try!

spur of the moment - from do-itall! and yells i’m getting size queen vibes from this /eye emoji/ plus there’s rimming and hung!jongin ohoho

and here are previously answered reqs on our blog with bottomsoo! happy reading lovelies!! (a special shoutout to everyone who thinks we’re apparently topsoo blog or something. though, y’know, we love topsoo too ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

KFR admins ♡

#kaido #kadi #fic request #admin i #r:topkai

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noonachronicles · 7 years

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Angels and Demons Pt. 9

Choi Seunghyun/ TOP X Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Mafia AU

Warning: Language

Authors Note: One more after this. Eeeeeek.

Moodboard by @memoiresofaneternaldreamer

Seunghyun’s mother was stoic as she stood next to her only sons memorial and allowed people to offer her their prayers and well wishes.

She was a hardened woman after the funeral of her husband. Actually, she had been hardened long before starting a young age when she attended the memorial of her father who had been stabbed to death a week after getting out of prison for the third time, she was thirteen. Then she had been to the funeral of two of her brothers, one who had been thrown from the 40th floor of the 63 building. Her other brothers body had never been found, so his death was undetermined. This life, this kind of loss was not new to her. So she stood still as a statue and nodded politely at the men and women who had come to advise her they shared her grief.

His sister stood quite stoically as well but streams of tears fell from her cheeks as she did. She’d known the loss of their father, but even though he was young in age he was still older than her. Seunghyun, the loss of her baby brother was crushing. His nephew, Yeon, sat on her hip with his saddened face buried in his mother’s shoulder. He still didn’t quite understand what any of this meant. They had told him that Seunghyun had gone away, but he didn’t understand why he left or where he’d gone or when he would be back. He didn’t understand the tears of the people he loved, so he cried as well, not completely out of sadness but from fear of everything that was unknown.

Y/N knelt before his portrait and cried openly, there was no stoicism with her. She could not be bothered with how she might look to other guests. This wasn’t a life she was used to. The loss of her Seunghyun had left her devastated. Her shoulders shook as she sobbed at the thought of him. She understood loss, she had known death in her life.

What she could not comprehend was how last week she woke up in his arms and this week he was just gone. He wasn’t old, he hadn’t been sick, he was just gone. He had been taken away from her, ripped from her life. She knew he could be, he had told her as much, but even though she knew the possibility she never actually believed that’s what would happen. Up until that night she had continued to imagine their life together. Their wedding, their family, vacations they might take. There were so many memories that she had wanted with him but now all that was burned into her brain was their last one.

Youngbae stood near the family, quietly accepting the well wishes of family heads. Seunghyun didn’t have any children, he didn’t have any predecessors. Per family lineage it would have been Yeon that was next in line, but given his age the Choi’s differed power to Youngbae. The second had become the head. It was honestly something he had never wanted, something he would have never asked for.

“What is he doing here?”

Y/N’s head shot up at the venom in Seunghyun’s sisters voice. Following her gaze she watched as Jiyong walked through the door. His suit was a blinding white in contrast of the sea of black suits and dresses. It was clear he was attempting a more solemn look but he was struggling to wipe the grin from his face.

“How dare you show up here you piece of shit.” she continued.

“I’m sorry for your loss. I’m sure this is a very difficult time for your family.” Jiyong said ignoring Seunghyun’s sister and bowing politely to his mother.

“Get out of here. I should ring your neck.”

Seunghyun’s mother placed a gentle hand on her daughter’s shoulder, “Not in front of your brother. Not in front of your son.”

Youngbae placed a strong hand on Jiyong’s shoulder. “Kwon, you should leave now.”

“Jeez. I didn’t realize that this was going to be so exclusive. I’m only here to pay my respects.” he responded shrugging off Youngbae’s hand. “We’ll be speaking soon… congratulations on your promotion. Or should I say you’re welcome?”

“You should say nothing. You should just leave.”

He didn’t leave, it wasn’t his style. Instead he walked over to y/n and squatted down beside her. A thin, cold finger brushed her wet cheek. “You look terribly sad. It’s quite beautiful.”

She didn’t have any words to spare him. Lacking the venom of Seunghyun’s sister she just knelt there, tears streaming down her cheeks as she stared at the man responsible for her loss. She couldn’t move as his fingers brushed her hair behind her ear and then moved to hold her chin.

“Come to me when you’re ready.” he whispered against her ear, “I’ll wait.”

Her tears only came faster and harder as Jiyong strolled casually out of the room. She didn’t have Seunghyun to protect her any more. To hold her and promise her that everything would be okay. She pressed her forehead to the marble stand the urn was perched on and sobbed more relentless than before. Daesung knelt down beside her, wrapping her in his arms.

“You said you’d come back.” she whispered, “Come back, please come back.”

Weeks had passed and while the lives of almost everyone around her had gotten easier she still felt as if she were in a whirlwind of pain. Seunghyun’s mother had her over every night and they would try to talk about different things and watch terrible television to ease their hearts and minds.They got very close through bottles of wine and tearful evenings. She was treated very much like a daughter and she had been so appreciative to have his family as her own.

Seunghyun, without telling her, had put his town home in her name. She told Youngbae that he should still conduct business there, that she would barely be there, which was true. Nights were spent at the large house and days were spent in her studio. Why she went there she had no idea. Mostly when she was there she would sit on the ground and just stare. Mostly at nothing and tried to think of nothing because thinking of anything else hurt too much.

She’d been angry and hurt that people were moving on. That the clan had gone back to business. That city buses were running, that planes were flying in the sky. She didn’t understand how people could eat lunch outside, how couples could be in love, how children could laugh or the sun could shine. Deep down she knew her anger was useless and stupid, she knew she was only mourning. No matter what she knew she couldn’t stop it when the feeling would build in her stomach as she looked at the world around her. She missed Seunghyun, she missed him so much she wanted the world to suffer with her.

It was early afternoon and she had given up on working hours ago. Her sculpture had been packed and moved to the museum days before so she had just been sitting in her studio starring at literally nothing instead of staring at the sculpture. The one that only ever reminded her of him anyway. She decided to go home and shower and change before going over to his mothers. She might even lay down in their bed and pretend to try and sleep, even though she knew she wouldn’t be able to.

Youngbae had offered her a driver. He told her that she was family, that Seunghyun would have wanted him to make sure she was taken care of. She declined and went back to her old means of transportation. As she sat on the bus heading back to the townhouse she couldn’t help but think that a man near the back looked like him, like Seunghyun. She saw him everywhere. In every tall man, every man in a suit, every man with dark hair or sharp jaw. It was never him. She’d embarrassed herself enough times in the past weeks to know she shouldn’t make a scene over it again. She just looked and pretended and tried to think of how warm his hand had felt on top of hers and the way his lips were soft against her neck.

When she opened the gate to the townhouse she was a little surprised to see the driveway full of SUVs and one extravagant Lamborghini. She hadn’t been home during the day in quite sometime but she had never seen Seunghyun do business at home during the day and was concerned that Youngbae would. A group of suited men that were standing around the cars watched her quietly as she went inside. The hallway was empty but the study door was opened just a crack and she could hear Jiyong. Her stomach turned.

“Please Youngbae, all I ask is that you consider it. Really consider it.”

“I will think about it. I do hesitate however, because Seunghyun was adamantly against bringing drugs into the business. His grandfather nearly ruined the family by trying to incorporate them. We’ve always done much better with goods and services.” Youngbae said calm and steady.

“Services.” Jiyong scoffed. “You’re a strong looking guy Youngbae I can see why you’d appreciate being a glorified body guard.”

There was a moment of silence where neither of them said a word. She wanted to look in the room to see what the atmosphere was like, but she also didn’t want to risk getting caught and having to deal with seeing Jiyong face to face again. His lips against her ear still sent a disgusted chill down her spine.

“Just… I wasn’t going to say anything, but Seunghyun denied my offer and we all saw what happened there. People don’t take me seriously as a threat or as an ally. I just hope you don’t make the same mistake.”

Youngbae was silent again for a long period and then he said, “Okay.”

“Okay?” She could hear the chair creak beneath Jiyong as he sat up.

“Okay. I’ll make the calls once you’re gone in support of moving forward.” Youngbae sounded broken.

Heat grew in her chest, he was agreeing to work with the man that had killed the love of her life. In his own home. Sitting in his own chair. He agreed to a deal that Seunghyun gave his life refusing. It took every ounce of common sense she had not to burst through the large study doors. Instead she stomped into the kitchen and waited until Jiyong was gone. Youngbae closed the front door and turned around to find her in his face.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked furiously.

“What’s best for this Family.” he said calmly stepping away from her.

“How can you work with him Youngbae? You were there that night. You saw him laying there covered in his own blood, because of orders that man made. You stood there at his memorial and grieved his loss.That was weeks ago! How can you dishonor him like this?” she trailed behind him into the study like a shadow.

“Orders that were made because Seunghyun couldn’t look past his love for you long enough to realize what would be best.” He said finally losing his calm and slamming a fist down on the desk.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I’ve known Seunghyun, my entire goddamn life. He’s my best friend, my brother. After his father died it took years, YEARS, for him to even crack a smile again. He was a strong, hardened leader. He was focused and he was always a step ahead. You walked into his life and ruined everything.”

“Are you…are you blaming me for his…” she couldn’t say it.

“His death? Yeah, I am. If you’d never stumbled into his world, he never would have been in this situation. He would have taken care of Jiyong months ago. It never would have gotten to this point. Now it’s too fucking late and I have to pick up the pieces of this Family. Do you realize that? The Family. He was responsible for the entire Family.” Youngbae’s neck was reddening with anger, “That doesn’t just mean his family. He was responsible for every person spread across three different family names, from jangnam to dongsaeng. He was only taking responsibility for you! That’s why he’s gone.”

Her hand moved like a whip, her palm crashing against his cheek with a crack. She wiped the tears from her cheeks angrily, “Get out of my house.”

“What?” he scoffed.

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOME” she screamed, “Get all of your shit and all of your…people and get out. Or I’ll call the police and tell them you’re all trespassing. I hope I never see you again. You disgust me.”

#choi seunghyun scenarios #kpop scenarios #big bang scenarios #Angels and Demons

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jokers-imagines · 7 years

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Never again

Ask-Hello, I was wondering if you could do an imagine where j and the reader get in to a fight and the reader runs away and he feels bad a while later and goes to find her and sees her crying so he “apologizes Warning-swears ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Today was supposed to go like any usual day. Get up and get 3 hours to yourself , then go to meetings with J. You met J one day when you were at his club. He told you that he really liked you and started to get closer. Over the past few months you messaged and hung out. Eventually in his own way he asked you to be his girlfriend/queen of Gotham. Ever since then you’ve been happy. Sure there were times when you would fight because of stupid things but they were usually stupid. Of course all this stuff happened when he broke up with Harley. He found out she was cheating on him so he left her and stopped seeing her. But sometimes you would wonder why J still had her clothes and gifts in her room. But you always tell yourself it’s maybe in case if she wanted to come back and get her stuff again. Today you were gonna go to a meeting again with J so you had to get dressed. J usually likes to show you off so you had to wear revealing clothes. You rummaged through your closet and eventually found a dark red dress that went up to above your knees with a V neck. You went to your jewelry box and grabbed a choker because you know how much J likes to see you in them. After that you put on a little bit of makeup than grabbed your red and gold heels. You decided a high ponytail would be good and curling it a little so it would match your outfit. Your body had a tattoo on your cheek of heart because J put it , and on your legs there were hearts that looked like teardrops falling down. It made you feel girly girl but anything J tattooed on you , you liked. The only one you thought was cool ,was the snake twirling around your arm and had venom dropping down its sharp teeth. You checked your clock seeing you had 5 more minuets left so you grabbed your leather jacket and left the penthouse. When the guards opened the door you entered the purple lamborghini as J kissed your hand. The joker zoomed the streets and explained to you who was coming and what you had to do. “So doll I need you to seduce the bastard Mr.T then make him come to me. Than when your done you can go dance all you want”. “Sure thing sugar ”. After talking for 10 minuets you noticed the club coming into view. The music was so loud you could hear it inside of the lamborghini. Getting out you left the car and started getting into position. You motioned for J to go first but instead he motioned for you to go. You giggled seeing how sweet he was being and walked in. He stepped in after you and held onto your waist in a possessive way. His nails were digging in your skin but you didn’t mind it . You could see him scanning the crowd to see how it’s going and how many people are here. But it looked more like he was looking for someone. You just shrugged lightly and just thought he was looking for his business partner. The body guards let you into the elevator while J said he’ll be back in a sec. the elevator was big enough for 6 people to be in. On the wall were mirrors and designs around it. It was very fancy even for an elevator.you started humming and heard the elevator ding to the 14the floor. Stepping out of the elevator your feet took you to the jokers huge VIP room. Bouncing onto the couch you stretched and smiled. This was your favourite couch and you always laid here until J came because it was the most comfy. When J entered the room he smiled and scoffed, “same seat like always”? “You know it ” you giggled . You immediately ran to Js seat and sat on His lap when you heard the door open and saw the man coming in. The man seemed confused to why a woman was here but didn’t question it. You noticed him check you out when you crossed you legs. You sent a small glare to him and then turned your attention to the jokers gold necklaces and played with them. When J would talk you would sometimes try to seduce the man into making the deal and always flirted . J didn’t seem to happy but you ignored him and just went back to playing with his chains. The talk was getting boring but it was getting somewhere. When J tapped your leg you stood up. That gesture meant you could go dance because you were done for the day. You started to walk out the room and blew J a kiss and than walked through the beads. Scanning the club you saw a glass cage open. Next to it was a blonde with blue and pink in her hair. You couldn’t really see here face because her back was faced towards you. You stepped into the glass cage and smirked. Finally you could have fun. You held onto the pole and started to walk a round it. Sliding down slowly you arched your back and went up. You started to dance slowly and got cash from people. Walking up to the glass you bent down down and faced a man and winked as you licked the glass. He seemed to really enjoy that but got upset as you turned away from him. From your eye you could catch J looking at you. You checked on J a few times but saw his eyes lingering to another box always. You turned your attention to the box and saw her. Harley Quinn? “What the hell” you thought ? Did he invite her? You started to see him eye fucking her and just lost it. You stomped outside the box and went outside . The cool breeze hit your face and blew your hair. You grunted in frustration and punched the wall. Your hand hurt like hell but you didn’t care. Did J still like her? Was he probably cheating on you? Even if he wasn’t dating her it doesn’t mean eye fuck your ex. You sighed and stopped punching the wall . Glancing to your bloody hands you sighed and went back to the club. Going to the the farthest room from J you checked your phone. There were 20 messages from J asking where you were. A new one popped up saying “found you ,frosts getting you”. You narrowed your eyebrows and rolled your eyes . Walking away you felt a tug at your shoulder . Frost was telling you to come to see the joker because he was worried. You only rolled your eyes and grunted. You were freaking pissed at J. He eye fucks his ex and then gets worried where you are. For all you know while you left he could have been having a “chat” with her. When the door opened you crossed your arms over your chest and glared at him. J motioned for you to come but instead you turned around and bumped into frost. Since your way was blocked you turned back to J and sighed as you walked towards him, but made sure to stay at least 2 feet away. “What”? “Where were you, ya know I don’t like it when you leave me. I’m gonna have to punish you?” You rolled your eyes and mimicked him saying “ya know I don’t like it when you eye fuck women . Especially your freaking ex Harley Quinn?” He just smiled and said “doll I can look at whoever I want , your mine and you do what I want you to do.” Scoffing you growled “ I’m nobody’s property, you don’t own me.” He laughed and just grabbed onto your shoulders. “Leave me alone , if you at least cared for me than you wouldn’t be flirting and eye fucking other women.” He growled and laughed. “Doll I never cared about you. You are my toy and always will be. Let’s go.” Your mouth fell in disbelief. All those heart texts and smiles meant nothing . All those kisses and romantic words and gestures were nothing . You blinked away tears and let go of his grasp. “Fuck you” you growled as you ran out of the room. J was screaming but you didn’t care. You had to get away. How could he do this to you ? Whatever he’s the joker , he could do anything he wants. After running for a while You finally made it to the park. You sat down on the bench and cried. You didn’t care whether or not it was raining or you were freezing in the small dress you were wearing. You were more concerned with why J betrayed you. It could have be 3 hours that you’ve been crying you didn’t care. You were done with J. He didn’t care about you, he just used you. —————————————- (Js pov) I tried to find Y/N as fast as possible. As much as it pains me to think where she is and if she’s okay I have to focus. Where would Y/n go when they were angry. I thought for a while and argued in my head. The joker smiled as it finally clicked him. The place where you had your talk at was where he would find you. Zooming down the streets he went to your favourite park. When he looked out his window he saw your back faced to him. Gotchya. I ran out the car and I was gonna call out to Y/n but I stopped when I had heard her crying. Her face was buried in her hands as she was shaking from the cold rain. I could feel a twinge in my chest. What is this I thought? I started to feel guilty as I heard her whisper “why is it always me”. —————————————- (Your pov) You were shaking from the cold and your hair was soaking wet. You let it out because of how uncomfortable the wet ponytail was. Your head raised up as the rain stopped pouring on your head. Above you was a purple umbrella and you could see J holding it. You looked away and wiped your tears. “Doll you have to know what I said wasn’t true?” “Doll”? He let out a breath then sat next to you holding the umbrella above you both . Cupping your face he made you look at him. You had a stern face but you giggled when you saw J making a silly face. He smiled at your reaction then went back to being serious. “Look Y/N you know I’m not to well with apologies but you should know it’s true when a say this. Y/n I’m sorry. I care about you more than anything, your the only thing keeping me sane. I was only looking at Harley because I didn’t know she was here and it’s been long since I’ve seen her. I don’t care about her though , I care about you. Your my girl and I want you to come back.” Your eyes widened. Was this actually the joker apologizing. Did he just admit that he was sorry and cared about you? It was kind of cute when he called you his girl you thought You smiled and cupped his face , giving him a small kiss you leaned back. “It’s okay J I forgive you this time. But if things like this happen again than I’m leaving you”, you warned. He smiled and kissed you back. “Never again”. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorry this took long. Most of my asks will be out during the weekend most of the time because I will be free. Only sometimes it will be during the weeks days. (Sorry to kinda short though, I’ve been sick these days so it’s hard for me to focus and write long) My next fic is gonna be that chapter I wanted to write.❤ (Send requests)l

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itsworn · 6 years

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The 19th Annual PPG Syracuse Nationals

There’s just something magical about the sound of a hopped-up V-8 to raise your adrenalin level. Couple this with the chance to hit the open road during the summer months and the combination is endless for the potential trips you could take. Regardless of whether it’s to a local cruise night, a highway run to simply knock off some miles, or planning a trip to a national event, one thing for sure is that seat time in your hot rod or custom makes the journey extra special. Pulling into town to check into a large event raises the cool factor to the highest level.

Wayne Earle | 1951 Chevy | Gasburg, VA There’s something cool about a lowered Chevy custom that commands your attention. Kentz Kustomz set the stance and added just the right amount of allure, including frenched headlights and a custom grille with power coming from a warmed-over 350ci Chevy mill. The PPG Sun Kiss coating and panel-painted roof completes the look.

This year’s PPG Syracuse Nationals celebrated its 19th anniversary as one of the largest rodding events on the East Coast. If you dig hot rods, customs, classic trucks, muscles cars, restos, and race cars the assemblage of horsepower on this three-day weekend festival was enough to leave you breathless. Visually you were greeted at every corner by a virtual kaleidoscope of candy-coated colors, giving you a perfect base to see just where the weekend would take you.

Randy Weaver | 1931 Ford | Sandy, UT Chopped, channeled, and laced with attitude, this Model A packed a healthy dose of venom thanks to the team at Weaver Customs. Sitting on a custom chassis complete with a Heidts IFS, it showcased a 401ci Ford V-8 with twin-turbos rolling on wheels from Detroit Steel. The subtle Axalta Sand Bronze vibe added a level of classic elegance.

After checking in to get your credentials, a cruise over to the pristine New York State Fairgrounds sets the stage for the event as it unfolds across well over 365 acres. The massive facility is like stepping back in time as you motor through countless tree-lined streets flanked by numerous classic buildings as well as horse and livestock barns. When the need to feed hits you have an endless stream of choices, thanks to old-time eateries across the grounds, offering plenty of choices to bring back memories from when you were a youngster. Once settled it’s easy to head out and weave through literally thousands of cars and trucks as well as check out all of the vendors showcasing the latest cool parts for your ride.

Rick Bolea | 1933 Ford | Moon Township, PA Rick’s coupe is pure hot rod. Completed by Precision Hot Rods & Fabrication, the body features a perfectly balanced chop accented by a custom hood top and sides along with immaculate PPG Red Mahogany gloss. Power comes from a dual-quad-fed 427ci Ford FE V-8 with Real Rodders wheels wrapped with BFGoodrich tires to plant the power.

There were numerous scheduled tech seminars from industry leaders, including PPG, Inland Empire, LEED Brakes, and Morrisville State College to guide you through a number of topics. New this year was a Pro Builders Panel presented by Ingersoll Rand, which was an open forum moderated by Jerry Dixey of STREET RODDER for participants to ask questions of builders Dave Tucci, Dom Tucci, Chris Ryan, Rob Ida, and Jeremy Baye, which was a great success. The Tucci Hot Rods Pro Pick area was once again packed with participants as live bands performed on numerous stages throughout the fairgrounds, all wrapped up by nightly fireworks displays.

Tom Cochran | 1955 Chevy | Wilmington, DE The designers at Chevrolet hit a home run with the Nomad. Bringing it to the next level starts with a bitchin stance from a custom IFS and rear suspension linked to Nitto tires on big-inch Ridler wheels powered by an LT1 V-8. A custom interior by Lucky 7 was accented by a flawless body wearing BASF Lamborghini orange and white pearl.

But wait there’s more, as the Old-Skool Roundup located in a separate open-air pavilion is a show-within-a-show featuring a wicked grouping of traditional hot rods and customs accented by a vintage swap meet and razor-sharp Rockabilly bands. Race car fans could check out Gasoline Alley where classic array of Funny Cars, Gassers, Bonneville racers, and more celebrated history. Competition this year for the Winfield Award among the Select Six presented by custom car legend Gene Winfield was exhilarating, with the win going to Chris Ryan or Ryan’s Rod & Kustom for his decadent 1956 Lincoln Continental Mark II known as “The Scarlet Lady.” Artie’s Party Pinstriping and Panel Jam to benefit The Ronald McDonald House Charities of Central New York has become legendary with custom designed artwork auctioned throughout the weekend.

Preston Carden Jr. | 1956 Chevy | Newcastle, DE Gassers are the ultimate statement, especially when they’re set up like Carden’s. A Speedway Motors suspension gave it the right-on stance with a Borla Induction stack-injected 421ci mill linked to a TREMEC five-speed adding go. Halibrand wheels and Firestone rubber are cool while a PPG shine and a classic bench interior finishes it.

Once Sunday arrived it was time for the Syracuse Nationals giveaway program showcasing the Garage Gear Giveaway to one lucky participant. By the time the weekend came to a close over 8,200 cars had motored across the pavement along with 95,000 visitors. With the support of the Central New York Car Club Association (the hosts of the show) and area service clubs, donations were made from proceeds of the event in the amount of $20,000 plus $68,000 from the Panel Jam auctions to a number of local charities plus additional donations, bringing the yearly total to $95,000. This brought the 19-year donation total to $1.4 million. As this event continues to grow with each passing year we can’t wait to check it out again in 2019 for the 20th anniversary. You can see more at rightcoastcars.com.

Dave & Sue Ciappa | 1955 Chevy | Lockport, NY If you want to haul with style look no further. A subtle chop is accented by a lustrous coating of Axalta platinum and pearl white combined with RideTech ’bags and Schott wheels on Michelin rubber. A Chevy 406ci V-8 brings power and Wilwood brakes add stopping power. Inside Vintage Air and Classic Instruments track the cooling and vitals.

Lisa Wilsey | 1933 Ford | Whitesboro, NY Roadsters in the summertime personify hot rodding. Tucci Hot Rods nailed it with this drop-top packing a hopped-up small-block linked to a 700-R4 trans to spin 17- and 20-inch Dodge Nitro rims topped with Coker tires. PPG Deep Sea Metallic brings it to life, accented by tan vinyl and custom interior panels by Dom Tucci Design.

Gary Corkell | 1932 Ford | Middletown, DE Built in 10 weeks by One-Off Rod & Custom, this Deuce started with a body and chassis combination from Adams Hot Rod Shop. It was treated to a searing 357ci V-8 topped with a sextet Speedway Motors 9Super7 carbs linked to a TH350 trans. Coated in custom PPG Blue Sugar it rolls on Wheel Vintiques wheels and Coker/Firestone rubber.

Gef Freese | 1954 Ford | Pittsfield, NH To set a wicked stance, Traditional Speed and Custom incorporated an Art Morrison chassis with IFS and a Winters quick-change out back. Power comes from a Roush 427ci IR crate engine topped with stack injection linked to a TREMEC T56 trans. Coated in Nason red it rolls on Vintage wheels and features a Petter Davidsen full leather interior.

Derrick & Katie Pesko | 1927 Ford | Waterford, CT Injecting a neat ’60s vibe this T sets the pace with a refreshing PPG white body accented with ice blue lines. Built by Allstar Hot Rods it features their signature chassis with a Speedway Motors 5-inch dropped front axle and GM 10-bolt rear. A 350ci V-8 adds power and inside shortened 1952 Olds dash, bomber seats, and fur carpet look awesome.

Best Ford in a Ford Bob Casey’s 1954 Ford Sunliner

While honoring the 19th Syracuse Nationals it was a perfect time for STREET RODDER and Ford Performance to recognize street rodders who install a late-model Ford engine in a Ford hot rod or custom. While canvassing the massive confines of the New York State Fairgrounds we found Bob Casey’s immaculate 1954 Ford Sunliner featuring a Ford Performance 351ci Windsor crate V-8, which caught our immediate attention.

It’s easy to see that Bob was destined to follow an automotive path since his influences were sparked when he first saw the family’s new 1949 Mercury parked in the garage. The car was bigger than life and although he needed a stepstool to see into the engine bay his fascination with its mechanical components fueled a passion. Following the path it wasn’t long till he graduated to customizing kit models at the kitchen table fueled by the latest issues of Hot Rod magazine and regular visits to local car dealerships to check out the newest models in person. Without a doubt the latest offerings from Ford and Mercury stood tall over all other manufacturers in his eyes.

Studying the latest creations by George Barris and watching 77 Sunset Strip to see the Kookie Car cruise the strip translated perfectly when he was able to help his cousin Jake nose and deck his 1947 Ford business coupe one summer. He eventually earned his driver’s license and the keys to a 1959 Ford Galaxie convertible with many more cool rides to follow, including a number of Ford hot rods and customs. Never forgetting his passion for ’50s-era Ford convertibles he eventually started searching for a suitable base to start with for his latest build. His quest led him to a 1954 Ford Sunliner in Illinois, which presented itself in pictures to be a nice solid driver. A deal was made and Bob had the car shipped to Ray Bartlett, co-owner of The East Coast Hot Rod Garage in Denton, Maryland, for evaluation. Since the car was going to be a full build, the team began disassembly, which led to the truth that the car had see far better days as it was riddled with hidden prior accident damage and an ample amount of rust. A plan was made to overcome the issues and start the build of a classic mild custom.

For a rock-solid base a call was made to Art Morrison for one of their Max G chassis featuring a mandrel-formed 2×4-inch fixture-welded frame. Out back a Ford 9-inch rear was packed with 3.50:1 gears spinning by Strange Engineering axles and suspended in place by a triangulated four-bar along with a matching antiroll bar and RideTech coilover shocks. Up front an exclusive Art Morrison IFS featuring their tubular steel control arms with matching spindles and antiroll bar combined with RideTech coilover shocks links to power rack-and-pinion steering. To add plenty of stopping power a Wilwood dual master pushes fluid through stainless lines to matching 12-inch drilled and vented discs and calipers anchored at each corner. Linking it all to the street are a set of classic 15-inch chrome reverse from Wheel Vintiques capped with wide whites from Diamond Back.

Wanting to maintain tradition and keep Ford power in his Sunliner, Bob went to Ford Performance Parts and selected their 351ci Windsor crate V-8 packed with 385 hp. The engine features a nodular iron crank linked to Ford rods wearing forged aluminum pistons urged by a factory cam. Up top plenty of seamless power comes from a pair of GT-40 aluminum cylinder heads perfectly matched to an Edelbrock intake capped with a matching 650-cfm carb wearing a 14-inch chrome air cleaner. An MSD ignition lights the fire with spent gases dumping though Sanderson headers to a custom 2-1/2-inch stainless exhaust with Flowmaster Series 50 mufflers. Neat details include a Billet Specialties Tru-Trac drive system along with Ford Racing valve covers. Custom touches to give the engine bay plenty of allure include a hand-fabricated firewall, radiator support, inner fenders panels, and radiator cover by team member Dale Rhodes. A Ford 4R70W trans massaged by Performance Automatics of Frederick, Maryland, moves the power to a custom steel driveshaft.

Bringing the weathered steel back to life wasn’t a task for the faint of heart. To start custom floors and body mounts were fabricated to meet the new chassis. The team followed with fabricating custom rear quarter-panels, eliminating the side skirts and raising the wheel openings by 2 inches while also creating a body side bead to match the front fenders. Other custom work included shaving the hood and decklid, frenching the headlights and taillights, shaving the bumpers, creating a custom roll pan, and adding a 1957 Thunderbird scoop to the hood. Team member Jason Lester then metal finished the body, set all the gaps, and prepared it for paint. To add the vibe he laid down a lustrous coating of custom-blended PPG Applegate Blue, bringing it all to life.

To add an equal amount of allure inside, the stock dash was treated to an engine-turned insert and filled with dials from Classic Instruments to monitor the vitals along with the restored factory speedometer. A 16-inch Ford Crestliner steering wheel plots the course while shifts move through a cool custom shifter fashioned from a cowl vent handle. Cool breezes are by Vintage Air with tunes from Sony and Pioneer, while a wiring kit from American Auto Wire was installed by shop co-owner Dean Alexander. To add plenty of luxury, Alexander then followed by covering a Glide Engineering bench and rear seat with yards of soft tan leather along with all side panels accented by complementing brown wool square-weave carpeting. He completed the car with a handmade tan Haartz convertible top. Congratulations to Bob who will receive a limited-edition jacket as the award winner.

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2019 New and Future Cars

To hear some tell it, we’ll soon reflect on the past several years and the near future as the final halcyon days of machines made to be driven. The feedback we receive from you, our readers and fellow gearheads, along with a growing mainstream global narrative, illustrates an increasingly pessimistic view of automotive inevitability: a world dominated by urban transportation pods, ride-sharing programs, and of course the darkest cloud looming above the enthusiast community—soulless autonomous cars that might drive us to our destinations perfectly well but with nary a hint of the passion that binds millions of like-minded members of the car community together. Opinions, even well-educated ones, are all over the map when it comes to predicting the arrival of this Orwellian existence, but thankfully there are still far more than a handful of new and future cars to put your mind at ease.

This year we begin our New and Future Cars feature with seven hyper performers because, well, #NOBORINGCARS. From here, over the next few weeks, we will introduce you to and update you on what we believe are the most interesting and significant vehicles on the near horizon. The best news of all: Drivers will need to keep their eyes on the road and their hands and feet on the controls of each and every one of them.

McLaren Senna

“The Senna is such a whirlwind of g forces, so Krakatoa-like in its speed and braking power, in only a lap or two it could easily reduce a NASA astronaut to a trembling, babbling impersonation of Linda Blair.” That’s what our Arthur St. Antoine said recently after driving the Senna for several laps around the U.K.’s Silverstone Circuit—and when you look at the hardware McLaren blessed the Senna with, you know he was pedaling a savagely devastating car and not peddling hyperbole. Do not mistake the Senna for an upgraded 720S: The cars share some basic hardware, but this is an entirely new automobile—the pinnacle of McLaren’s Ultimate Series range. Legal for street use and limited to 500 copies, the Senna uses the same 4.0-liter twin-turbo V-8 found in the 720S, but improvements bump output to 789 hp and 590 lb-ft. A slightly reworked seven-speed dual-clutch paddle shifter carries over. Top speed is 211 mph, but that’s not what this carbon-fiber McLaren, named for late three-time Formula 1 champ Ayrton Senna, is about. With its active aerodynamics, almost 1,800 pounds of downforce, and 2,900-pound curb weight, track-day lap records should be very afraid. After driving it, we know the F1 legend would be proud of his namesake. And if, somehow, it’s still not enough for you, McLaren plans to build 75 track-only Senna GTRs that will lap even quicker, priced at about $1.4 million each. Not interested in the Senna, whose looks might not be everyone’s cup of racing fuel? By year’s end we expect to see McLaren finally unveil the long-talked-about 243-mph hybrid-powered BP23 three-seater. Think of it as the modern follow-up to its legendary F1 supercar of the ’90s. It should land late this year.

On sale: Sold out (delivery late 2018) Base price: $958,966

Dallara Stradale

Sure, Ferrari and McLaren are famous race teams that also build some of the world’s best performance cars, but what enthusiast doesn’t want a car from a company still known mostly for building top-level dedicated racing chassis such as IndyCar’s present-day IR-18? That’s where Italian constructor Dallara comes in with its Stradale, the first road car to bear its name. This is a carbon-fiber monocoque chassis covered in carbon bodywork, and one available in a doorless configuration (among others)—you don’t want to add weight while adversely affecting aerodynamics, do you? No, you don’t. And speaking of aero, up to 1,800 pounds and change of downforce mean cornering forces can exceed 2 g, with the approximately 1,900-pound (dry weight) Stradale also boasting 395 hp and 369 lb-ft from its 2.3-liter Ford EcoBoost four-cylinder, channeled through either a six-speed manual or single-clutch automatic transmission; that should be good for 0-60 mph in the low 3-second range. The bad news: Dallara didn’t want to float the tens of millions it would have cost to certify the Stradale for sale in the U.S.

On sale: Now (not in U.S.) Base price: $182,000 (est)

Brabham BT62

The past year or so has seen more than its share of new mid-engine hypercars, including Mercedes-AMG’s Project One and Aston Martin’s Valkyrie, and there are plenty more in the pipeline. From ex-Formula 1 driver and Le Mans winner David Brabham’s Brabham Automotive comes the carbon-fiber-bodied BT62, a track-day kraken inspired by his famous late father Jack’s third F1 championship, in 1966—the only F1 title won by a competitor while driving a car of his construction. The BT62 gets a six-speed sequential gearbox and a 5.4-liter naturally aspirated V-8 from another maker (Brabham hasn’t identified it), which Brabham pumps up to send 700 hp and 492 lb-ft of torque to the rear wheels. Handling should be off the leash thanks to Michelin slick tires, a dry weight of 2,143 pounds, and an alleged maximum downforce figure of more than 2,600 pounds. Brabham plans to build 70 examples for the 70th anniversary of Jack’s first race, with the initial 35 copies featuring liveries honoring the 35 Grand Prix wins achieved by Brabham race cars. Driver coaching is part of the buyer’s package—a good thing, too, since traction control is the BT62’s only “driver aid.” The car’s name is an extension of the BT60B designation given to Brabham’s final Grand Prix car, in 1992.

On sale: Now (delivery late 2018) Base price: $1.4 million (est)

Fittipaldi EF7

Add the name Fittipaldi to the others steeped in racing tradition that now seek to stick a Nomex-covered toe into the high-performance road-car arena. Two-time Formula 1 champion, two-time Indianapolis 500 winner, and one-time IndyCar champion Emerson Fittipaldi has long dreamed of building a car bearing his name, and the EF7 he unveiled at the 2017 Geneva auto show is the result. Developed in conjunction with Pininfarina and racing-centric German engineering company HWA, which will build the cars, Fittipaldi Motors’ shark-styled track-day toy will be crafted to the tune of 39 examples, the number you get when totaling Emmo’s F1 and IndyCar wins and championships. No surprise, it features a carbon-fiber monocoque chassis and carbon body panels, with weight targeted to come in at less than 2,300 pounds. Power comes from a 4.8-liter naturally aspirated V-8 making 600 hp and 320 lb-ft of torque, with a racy 9,000-rpm redline; 0-60 mph should happen in less than 3 seconds. Like a purpose-built race car, the six-speed sequential gearbox is a stressed part of the chassis. Similar to the Brabham BT62, buyers will get professional instruction—in this case from Fittipaldi himself. A street-legal version could be in the offing down the road once all track-spec cars are delivered.

On sale: Now Base price: $1.5 million (est)

Hennessey Venom F5

Building off the success of the tremendously fast Venom GT that claimed the production car speed record five years ago (though Bugatti would quarrel with that), the forthcoming Venom F5 is the Texas performance peddler’s second hypercar. Compared to the Lotus-based Venom GT, the F5 is a ground-up, clean-sheet design with a bespoke chassis. A unique 8.0-liter twin-turbo V-8 spits out what Hennessey claims to be 1,600 hp and 1,300 lb-ft, managed by either a seven-speed single-clutch semi-automatic or six-speed manual transmission. For the very brave (or the very stupid), the F5 will reportedly top out at 301 mph.

On sale: 2019 Base price: $1.6 million (est)

Ruf SCR

You can be forgiven for thinking this is Ruf’s latest package for the Porsche 911 at first glance. Despite its very, very Porsche-esque silhouette, the SCR is the second car Ruf has built from the chassis up. As expected of Ruf, the SCR is incredibly high-tech, using a carbon-fiber monocoque and integrated rollcage adorned with a pushrod suspension and carbon-fiber body panels. It’s fast, too—a Ruf-designed 4.0-liter water-cooled flat-six sends 503 hp and 347 lb-ft to the rear wheels through a six-speed manual transmission. All this power pushes just 2,755 pounds, allowing those with access to the autobahn to touch 199 mph.

On sale: 2019 (est) Base price: $800,000 (est)

Pininfarina H2 Speed

With the traditional role of the coachbuilder and external design house all but disappearing in the face of in-house operations, legendary Italian studio and longtime Ferrari partner Pininfarina has been increasingly striking out on its own, most recently with a lean, green hypercar known as the H2. In place of a massive turbocharged V-8 or V-12, the H2 uses a set of four “race-spec” electric motors outputting a combined 643 hp at 13,000 rpm, fed by a 250-kWh hydrogen fuel cell system. Pininfarina says the H2 will hit 60 mph in 3.3 seconds and top out at 186 mph. Just 12 will be made, restricted to use at a few track days hosted by Pininfarina around the world

On sale: 2020 (est) Base price: $1.5 million (est)

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2019 New and Future Cars

McLaren Senna

On sale: Sold out (delivery late 2018) Base price: $958,966

Dallara Stradale

On sale: Now (not in U.S.) Base price: $182,000 (est)

Brabham BT62

On sale: Now (delivery late 2018) Base price: $1.4 million (est)

Fittipaldi EF7

On sale: Now Base price: $1.5 million (est)

Hennessey Venom F5

On sale: 2019 Base price: $1.6 million (est)

Ruf SCR

On sale: 2019 (est) Base price: $800,000 (est)

Pininfarina H2 Speed

On sale: 2020 (est) Base price: $1.5 million (est)

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2020 Alfa Romeo GTV

2019 Acura RDX

2019 Aston Martin

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2019 Bentley Continental GT

2019 BMW

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2019 Ferrari 488 Pista

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2019 Genesis G70

2019 Honda Insight

2019 Hyundai Veloster N

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2019 Jaguar

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2019 New and Future Cars

McLaren Senna

On sale: Sold out (delivery late 2018) Base price: $958,966

Dallara Stradale

On sale: Now (not in U.S.) Base price: $182,000 (est)

Brabham BT62

On sale: Now (delivery late 2018) Base price: $1.4 million (est)

Fittipaldi EF7

On sale: Now Base price: $1.5 million (est)

Hennessey Venom F5

On sale: 2019 Base price: $1.6 million (est)

Ruf SCR

On sale: 2019 (est) Base price: $800,000 (est)

Pininfarina H2 Speed

On sale: 2020 (est) Base price: $1.5 million (est)

2019 New and Future Cars

2020 Alfa Romeo GTV

2019 Acura RDX

2019 Aston Martin

2019 Audi

2019 Bentley Continental GT

2019 BMW

2020 Buick Enspire

2019 Cadillac

2019 Chevrolet

2019 Chrysler and Dodge

2019 Ferrari 488 Pista

2019 Ford

2019 Genesis G70

2019 Honda Insight

2019 Hyundai Veloster N

2022 Infiniti Q80

2019 Jaguar

2019 Jeep Scrambler

2019 Kia K900

2019 Lamborghini Urus

2020 Land Rover Defender

2019 Lexus

2020 Lincoln

2022 Maserati Alfieri

2018 Mazda6

2019 Mercedes-Benz

2019 Nissan Altima

2019 Porsche

2020 Polestar 1

2019 Rolls-Royce Cullinan

2019 Subaru Ascent

2020 Tesla Roadster

2019 Toyota

2020 Volkswagen Atlas Cross Sport

2019 Volvo V60

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A Week At Wayne Manor

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/rhzjMOp by PlatitudinalTeen Peter goes missing for a week and everyone, especially Tony, is worried sick, even more so when he returns in a black suit and it looks like Venom is back. But as it turns out Peter wasn't infected at all, just kidnapped by Tony's biggest competitor Bruce Wayne, who saw a brown haired, bright eyed acrobat and had the adoption papers drawn up by the end of his fun filled week at the manor with the Batfamily, who are completely on board with having another nocturnal in the family. ----- "He complimented my fighting style and asked me if I'd eaten because he hadn't and he was hungry, so we went and got lunch at the deli on the corner and-" "You got lunch with your attacker?" Tony asked, dumbfounded. "Yeah," Peter confirmed, going on. "So we got something to eat and then he asked me if I had any parents, which was kind of weird, but I didn't want to lie, so I said I didn't, and then this self-driving car showed up, and I got in it-" "You mean you kidnapped yourself?" Natasha rephrased disappointedly. "Peter getting into a car with a total stranger, especially one who tasers you, is like the first thing your parents are supposed to teach you." "Well, I didn't have parents," he responded. Words: 3318, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of My Favorite Fics Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, DCU, Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Batfamily Members, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Bat-Cow (DCU) Additional Tags: Dialogue Heavy, Symbiote misunderstanding, POV Third Person, Batfamily (DCU), Peter Parker meets the batfamily, Tim and Peter are bffs, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, six stacks of pizza, baked alaska, A nearly crashed Lamborghini, Damian runs around with a blowtorch, Peter gets a black suit that isnt a symbiote just a vibe, Story within a Story, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce wayne adopts more children, Cassandra Cain - Freeform, Duke Thomas - Freeform, paint ball, Tony Loses His Mind, Peter makes new friends, Maybe even gets adopted by his mentors nemesis, Game Night, Charades, Bruce Wayne is Good With Kids, Alfred Pennyworth is So Done, Bat cow is very vaguely mentioned, The library is briefly on fire, One of My Favorites, marvel/dc crossover - Freeform, its a crossover, clearly, Family Dinners, The Avengers Meet the Batfamily, Quick paced, Spider-Man - Freeform, Bruce Wayne - Freeform, tony stark - Freeform, natasha romanov - Freeform, steve rogers - Freeform, Dick Grayson - Freeform, tim drake - Freeform, Jason Todd - Freeform, Damian Wayne - Freeform, Stephanie Brown - Freeform, Barbara Gordon - Freeform, okay that's enough tags, Please read this I need someone to like it read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/rhzjMOp

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top 10 most expensive cars in the world in 2017 To assemble the list, we tried to filter out the wide spectrum of suspect vapor, such as the late Marussia, the Zenvo TS1, and the Icona Vulcano Titanium, and instead went with cars that have established sales, something of a history, and at least partially verifiable base prices—Lamborghini, McLaren, Bugatti, and Pagani, and Koenigsegg, among others. For the most expensive cars list we looked at cars that come from unexpected places, such as the Lykan Hypersport, a controversial, ultra-low-volume speed demon that is the first supercar to emerge from the Middle East. We also looked at cars that celebrities like Gordon Ramsay have been coveting. A list like this is also notable for what didn't make the cut—the Hennessey Venom GT Spyder WRE ($1.3 million), Lamborghini Centenario ($1.8 million), and Aston Martin Vulcan ($2.3 million). In the end, we decided to go with cars that mixed high style, an absurd set of performance capabilities, innovative materials and build techniques, and, of course, an unparalleled price tag. 10. Koenigsegg Regera - $1.9 million Christian von Koenigsegg may be the most visionary privateer builder in the world today. His creations are deeply personal and undeniably ground-breaking innovations. The many of the most expensive cars in the world, the price of the changes to match the complexity each customer's demands. The Regera is built around a 5.0-liter twin-turbo V8 that pumps out 1,100 horsepower. The rest of the drivetrain is a brilliant departure from the norm: the Regera uses something called the Koenigsegg Direct Drive system, wherein a small, crank-mounted electric motor is connected to the engine with a hydraulic coupling and acts as a launch motor. Then, each of the rear wheels is assigned its own electric motor the push out around 700 horsepower. Off the line, with the coupling open, the Regera is a purely electric drive. When the hydraulic coupling closes, the smaller electric motor fills out the bottom of the torque curve. Few innovations in the automobile have inspired as much envy as Koenigsegg's drive system, and that accounts for just a part of the exorbitant cost. 9. Ferrari LaFerrari Aperta — $2.2 million The Ferrari LaFerrari stood out when it was first introduced at the 2013 Geneva Auto Show, despite the fact that it had to share the floor with a new Lamborghini Veneno and McLaren P1. It has a top speed of 217 mph, crushed the track record at Maranello, and goes from 0 to 60 in under two seconds. Unveiled at last year's Paris Auto Show, the Ferrari LaFerrari Aperta is the open-topped version of the fastest production Ferrari ever made. Literally meaning "open," the Aperta differs from the hard-top—which was already expensive when it was first sold in 2013 or $1 million apiece—in a few crucial ways. The Aperta uses the same revolutionary drivetrain to create around 1,000 horsepower: the mid-rear mounted 6.3-liter Ferrari F140 V12 coupled with its HY-KERS kinetic energy recapture system cribbed from its Formula 1 car. But the absence of a roof—and a slight increase in weight—has demanded some critical changes to the car: the Aperta's has a more prominent front air-dam to boost downforce, its radiators have been angled down to direct air flow out along the underbody instead of over the hood, and an L-shaped wedge has been integrated to the upper corner of each windshield a-pillar to reduce compression on the rear of the cabin. What Ferrari calls "Butterfly" doors open at a slightly different angle. Also, look for revised wheel arches. 8. McLaren P1 GTR — $2.59 million Ok, so the McLaren P1 GTR isn't on the market any more, and it never really was to begin with, since McLaren sold it out of the works, and only 35 were made. It's also a track-only car. You'd think these factors would take the GTR out of contention. Not so! A track car is still a car, and this one is a beauty. Built by McLaren works as a 20th anniversary celebration of McLaren's win at Le Mans and maintained by McLaren Special Operations department, the P1 GTR was sold only in pounds for £1.9 million. The 1,000-horsepower P1 GTR is one of the most expensive cars in the world because it is a McLaren, and a very special one at that. It features a hybrid drive plucked from the audacious P1 road car, and but it differs in a variety of ways. Where the P1 has a variety of driving programs (e-mode, normal, sport, track, and race, as well as an all-out “boost” and Instant Power Assist System button), the GTR has a stripped down set of options. It has a fixed ride height on race-ready suspension, a fixed rear wing capable that can deploy a drag reduction system, and specially-designed exhaust system. It travels 225 mph at the high end and goes from 0-60 in 2.4 seconds. 7. Bugatti Chiron — $2.6 million When, as legend has it, former VW czar Ferdinand Piech demanded that Bugatti make the fastest car in the world, the masterminds in Mulsanne conjured the Veyron, an insectile example of aerospace colliding with automotive engineering that traveled a laughable 268 mph. Its W-16, 1,001-horsepower engine jacked up the cost to $1.5 million, and the four turbo wastegates were louder than most modern engines. Now, the Veyron—once among the most expensive cars in the world—is gone. In its place, the Bugatti Chiron, an even more expensive Bugatti. Also faster, more advanced, and more powerful than the Veyron, the Chiron boasts a similar quad-turbocharged W-16 8.0-liter engine, but it has tinkered and futzed until the output is now 1,500 horsepower—300 more than even the Super Sport, the fastest model of the Veyron. The Chiron's top speed has been limited to just 261 mph on the road; its actual top speed has reportedly not yet been tested. But the wealthy and wiling are lining up to set the mark. What makes the Chiron one of the most expensive cars in the world? It's a Bugatti, it's handmade in an atelier, and no one can agree how to pronounce its name. 6. Pagani Huayra BC — $2.8 million For those among you who didn't think it could get more extreme that the Pagani Huayra, we give you the Huayra BC, the most expensive Pagani ever made. The BC stands for Benny Caiola, an Italian investor who may have owned one of the best collections of Ferraris in the world. Caiola was one of Horacio Pagani's oldest friends and mentors, and this car takes Pagani's obsessive approach to detail to even more mental levels. The BC looks and sounds like the "base" Huayra: The engine is still sourced from AMG, and remains a 6.0-liter V-12 bi-turbo that's been tuned by Pagani's demonic shop gnomes to bring you 790 horsepower and 811 lb-ft of torque. All of this sorcery is run through tripod drive shafts developed through Le Mans prototype program to the rear wheels by way of a seven-speed Xtrac transmission. Got that? The transmission itself is controlled by electro-hydraulic actuation and carbon-fiber synchronizers. Pagani, ever hungry for carbon fiber. Here's just one of many ways in which the BC takes flight from the planet Huarya: Each shift in this dynamic transmission has been tuned from the standard Huayra 150 milliseconds to the BC's 75. That's taking a fast shift time and slashing it in half. 5. Ferrari Pininfarina Sergio — $3 million Only six of these preposterous Ferraris were ever made. The very expensive Ferrari Pininfarina Sergio was created in homage to the famed son of the founder of Pininfarina the year that he died. It was originally presented as a concept car in 2013, the Sergio grew on Ferrari just enough to for them to green-light a six-car production run based on the Ferrari 458 Spider. Thanks to an all-carbon-fiber frame, the hand-made Sergio is a full 330 pounds lighter than the already waif-like 458. Arranged in a two-seat configuration, it takes the open-air concept even further. Where the Ferrari 458 Spider has no roof, the Sergio has no roof, no side windows, and windshield. That makes the force of this naturally-aspirated 4.5-liter F136F V-8 engine—the same one used the 458 Spider—all the more forceful. 4. Aston Martin Valkyrie — $3 million There is no announced price for the Aston Martin Valkyrie yet. But a reliable source said that if we put $3 million, we'd be about right. This car, until recently known as the Aston Martin-Red Bull AM-RB 001, is a culmination of sorts of Aston Martin's visionary new president, Andy Palmer, who has ushered Aston Martin into a new age of solvency and relevance with a series of killer cars. The Valkrie is the most killer car of all. Palmer and Red Bull RAcing's Adrian Newey and Christian Horner agreed to build the car over a pint at a pub (true story). Thus the partnership was born between Aston and Red Bull Racing's Newey, the aerodynamicist whose work is largely responsible for Red Bull's multi-year dominance in Formula One. Newey and Aston Martin invented an aerodynamic scheme for the Valkyrie that channels air through the chassis and creates downforce without the help of a wings. The engine will be a 6.5-liter, naturally-aspirated V-12 tailored to the frame by Cosworth, and was made to achieve the magical 1:1 power-to-weight ratio. The Valkyrie is not a car for casual buyers of supercars. Marek Reichman, Aston Martin's designer, said the car—which has a Rimac-built hybrid battery system installed along with the engine—will make about 1,000 horsepower. 3. Lamborghini Veneno Roadster — $3.3 million The Veneno Roadster is the most expensive production Lamborghini on the road today. It's actually $500,000 more expensive than the coupe version of the Veneno. That's a lot of cash for a little less roof above your head. How can you explain a cost well north of $3 million? Look at the build of this open-top two-seater. The monoque is lifted from the LP700-4 Aventador, except this one is made from carbon-fiber. Atop this is bolted a 740-hp, 6.5-liter V-12 with a seven-speed single-clutch ISR automated manual transmission—the same one found in the Veneno coupe. It's a tricky transmission, and one that gets a lot of heat among aficionados. If there's room for improvement in a car that costs more than a private jet share, the transmission would be the place. The sprung portion of the Veneno is placed atop a pushrod-actuated suspension, and even though it's driven by a a full all-wheel-drive system, the total dry weight of this carbon-fiber gem is just 3,285 pounds. 2. Lykan HyperSport — $3.4 million Built by W Motors, the Lykan HyperPport is legitimately the first Arab supercar. We know this because W Motors is based in Lebanon, but also because the HyperSport is reckoned to be the first car to have headlights with embedded jewels. There are titanium LED blades that have a total of 420 15-karat diamonds. However, according to Lykan, buyers have also selected rubies, diamonds, yellow diamonds, and sapphires. The rest of the car? Fine. It's powered by a mid-rear mounted, twin-turbo 3.8-liter flat-six boxer that fires about 780 horsepower through the rear wheels. It 0-62 in 2.8 seconds and has a blistering top speed of 240 mph. But really: The headlights are made with 240 15-karat diamonds. And that's what makes this one of the most expensive cars in the world. 1. McLaren P1 LM — $3.7 million The McLaren P1 LM is the most expensive car in the world in 2017. Go ahead and dispute it, because you can. But first, consider the caveats: McLaren didn't actually build this car. They built the original P1, which was then acquired by Lanzante Motorsports, which painstakingly rebuilt the P1, transforming a near-perfect supercar into a definitive work of art that will one day be remembered as a crowning achievement of all humanity. It takes cues from the McLaren P1 GTR [see above] and the storied McLaren F1 road car. Like the F1, the LM has gold plating in the engine bay. And the engine which the gold surrounds is a 3.8-liter twin-turbo V-8. Combined with the three electric motors dispersed between the engine and the rear wheels, the P1 LM produces a heroic 1000 horsepower. These details may not distinguish a car on this list, which has high power standards. The Lanzante distinguishes itself is in how smart it is. The aerodynamics come to life on track. A modified rear wing and enlarged front splitter join together with dive planes that generate an astounding 40 percent increase in downforce over the P1 GTR.

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One BP23 hypercar headed to an Australian proprietor

At least one Australian has deposited enough cash with McLaren to snare a BP23, the internal code call for the lengthy-awaited replacement for its iconic F1 hypercar.

The British carmaker will build just 106 of the hybridized 3-seaters at the eye-watering fee of £1.6 million. With LCT and other taxes, that could put the BP23 at over $A3.5m landed! But cash by myself isn’t enough to get a call on the customer listing, with McLaren preferring customers with a robust subculture within the brand and of really the usage of its motors as they intended –not hermetically sealing them in personal collections.

McLaren has now not even discovered sketches to capability customers for the 2019 hypercar, but its production run has been oversubscribed. It’s claimed more than three hundred shoppers are clamoring for a production run constrained to 106 motors.

That range mirror sales of the Australian authentic 1992 McLaren F1 snares.

While McLaren resources showed one Australian patron were authorized for the BP23, they might now not screen who, nor whether the auto might ever make it to Australia.

“People on this market, they have houses in more than one us of a and maximum of them haven’t yet nominated which u. S . A . They need the automobile brought to,” a McLaren spokesman admitted.

The BP23 (Bespoke Project 2, three seats) will revive the 1992 F1’s valuable using layout (pictured), with outboard passenger seats slightly behind the driving force.

While McLaren could no longer affirm it, the format cannot be added to the Monocle carbon-fibre chassis it runs on most of its cars — nor the upgraded Monocell II chassis structure which debuted at the 720S.

“We are calling BP23 a ‘Hyper-GT’ as it’s a vehicle designed for longer trips however with the excessive degrees of overall performance and motive force engagement anticipated of any McLaren,” McLaren Automotive CEO Mike Flewitt stated at a teaser monitor for the auto.

“A hybrid powertrain will make it one of the most powerful McLarens yet created however the vehicle can even supply the highest ranges of refinement, allowing large journeys to be undertaken with up to a few human beings aboard,” he said.

Built by means of McLaren Special Operations (MSO), the BP23 will almost truly mate its electrified hybrid technology (not derived, fortuitously, from its Formula One group) with a powered-up version of the brand new four.0-litre twin-faster V8 from the 720S.

It is said to be rather high-priced, too, with trim tiers better than in any preceding McLaren. Even its signature dihedral doorways will be strength operated.

The McLaren F1 Turns Twenty

Every day, it appears, more modern and faster automobiles are performing on the automotive scene. Ferrari just debuted the V-12 hybrid LaFerrari. Porsche is soon to roll out its 918 Spyder hybrid. Pagani has the brand new Huayra. Koenigsegg has the Agera. And, Ascari has the KZ1R. Bugatti is as much as around 12 variations at the Veyron. Each is extra extreme than the remaining. Now, it seems like the Hennessey Venom GT will scouse borrow the fastest car crown. Hell, there’s even a $1 million electric hyper automobile in the marketplace called the Rimac Concept One.

With every new model, every new bit of generation and every new concept, manufacturers are trying to eek out each little bit of horsepower, torque and overall performance to make their cars simply that bit quicker and better than everybody else’s. But, regardless of what the lease end result of the all of the layout, checking out and improvement is, each hypercar shares something in not unusual: they all have the McLaren F1 as the muse and impetus for their life.

Whereas the Lamborghini Miura is the progenitor of all supercars, the McLaren F1 took everything that is “supercar” and ramped it up. It is the granddaddy of hypercars. It blew its contemporaries out of the water, which changed into no small feat. The F1 comes from an era of motors that includes the Ferrari F40, the Porsche 911 GT1 and the Jaguar XJ220. Last Monday, the McLaren F1 celebrated its twentieth birthday. On 28 May 1992 McLaren unveiled the F1 at a release party at The Sporting Club in Monaco in the course of Monaco F1 Week. In honor of this momentous event, it looks like an amazing time to appearance returned and spot what made the McLaren F1 a sincerely excellent car and a centerpiece of automotive history.

It all starts with evolved, as many stories like this do, with racing, particularly with Formula One. In 1988, McLaren’s Formula One crew gained 15 out of sixteen races. Not a horrific starting point for developing the world’s quickest car. Anyway, after that season, McLaren Cars Ltd of Woking, England concept it a wise move to extend beyond racing into growing a street car. Being the equal McLaren who just received 94 percentage of their Formula One races, the automobile needed to have the very best electricity-to-weight ratio to date but still retain daily driving force usability.

Normally, that sort of refusal to compromise is a non-starter on the subject of designing a car. Not for McLaren. Because of their achievement in racing, that they had nearly limitless funds to spend on development of the F1. Oddly sufficient, that same mindset led to the automobile that dethroned the F1, the Bugatti Veyron, a touch over a decade later.

McLaren Cars Ltd. Tapped technical director Gordan Murray and designer Peter Stevens to make the McLaren F1 a reality. Keeping in thoughts the need to supply sufficient strength at the same time as nonetheless maintaining reliability, Murray opted to equip the F1 with a clearly aspirated V-12.

After purchasing the venture to Honda and Toyota and being rejected by both, BMW and their famed M Division took an interest and designed the 6.1 liters 60 diploma V-12. The engine, certain BMW S70/2 produced 618 horse and 480 ft/lb of torque. The BMW engine changed into 14 percentage more effective than Murray’s unique specs called for, however that turned into the offset in component the weight of the engine. At 586 kilos, it was 35 kilos heavier than Murray’s specs.

The dry sump BMW S70/2 has an aluminum block and head, quad overhead cams with variable valve timing, a chain cam power to keep reliability and became established to a six-velocity transmission with a triple plate take hold of. As the engine changed into excessive revving (accomplishing max torque at 7,400 rpm) it produced a truthful amount of warmth. To assure insulation between the engine and the carbon fiber bay and monocoque, Murray lined the engine compartment with gold foil, an excellent warmth reflector. A little much less than an oz. Of gold changed into utilized in each vehicle. I surprise if the price of the F1s fluctuates with the marketplace price for gold.

Thanks to BMW, McLaren achieved their aim of getting the enterprise’s first-rate electricity-to-weight ratio, 550 hp/ton. In comparison to state-of-the-art hypercars, the Ferrari Enzo reached 434 hp/ton, the Bugatti Veyron reached 530 hp/ton and the SSC Ultimate Aero TT bested it with 1003 hp/ton. And, that ratio confirmed inside the vehicle’s pace. The F1 should boost up from 0-60 in 3.2 seconds, 0-a hundred in 6.Three seconds, 0-two hundred in 28 seconds and run the quarter-mile in 11.1 seconds at 138 mph. The McLaren F1 hit a world report top velocity of 243 miles in keeping with the hour. To this present day, it’s miles nonetheless the quickest obviously aspirated production vehicle in life.

That terrific strength-to-weight ratio turned into made feasible through the usage of carbon fiber, Kevlar and magnesium during the vehicle’s body to keep weight. The McLaren F1s ranged in weight from 2,341 kilos to two,509 pounds, relying on the version. The F1 became the first production automobile to use a complete carbon fiber strengthened plastic monocoque chassis. The frame’s attachment factors have been built out of aluminum and magnesium. To top all of it off, Peter Stevens’ body design performed a drag coefficient of zero.32, as compared to the Veyron and Ultimate Aero TT both at 0.36.

Completing the hypercar appearance of the auto, the F1 functions swan-wing doorways and really very precise and terrific luggage cubicles in the front of the rear wheel arches. The F1 additionally has an unusual 3-seater configuration with the driver in the middle to maximize visibility.

Formula One stimulated suspension, 235/45ZR17 the front tires, 315/45ZR17 rear tires, Brembo vented and pass-drilled brake discs (332 mm at the front and 305 mm in the rear) with 4 piston calipers all around and a PC controlled handbrake gives the F1 managing and performance commensurate with its speed.

The McLaren F1 changed into presented in 3 road felony versions, the same old avenue car, the F1 GT, and the F1 LM. The F1 GTR model changed into offered for the racing circuit. Only 106 F1s were built, 69 of the usual, 6 F1 LMs, three F1 GTs and 28 F1 GTRs. The trendy F1s in the beginning offered for about $970,000 with the LMS and GTs being a bit more luxurious. Because of McLaren’s dedication to this vehicle, they are nonetheless supplying carrier and renovation on all F1s. A precise example of an F1 can sell at public sale for over $3 million. In 2010, Gooding & Company Pebble Beach Auction sold a 1994 F1 for $three,575,000.

Murray and McLaren completed their purpose. The F1 is an uncompromising speedster and aa hit every day driving force. As the granddaddy of all hypercars, the McLaren F1 remains an awesome thing. It may not be the quickest, but it becomes the primary. Definitely on my bucket listing of cars to check the drive. Hmmm, I surprise if Jay Leno will permit me to borrow his. Happy birthday McLaren F1.

How to Make Snare Traps

One of the most famous and well-known animal traps is a snare. This approach of trapping can be very simple and fantastically effective if carried out nicely. And, all you need is a knife, snare wire (or string in case you do not have any snare cord), and what you could locate in nature. However, there are many versions of snare traps, every relating the particular form of the game you are trying to seize. The distinctive styles of snare trap you need to use also depend upon the technique through that you intend to capture your prey. Learning a way to construct a snare and becoming gifted and knowledgeable with the usage and operation of snare traps might also someday keep your lifestyles in a survival situation.

Two Kinds of Snare Traps

There are special varieties of snare traps, and each is set up in a different way and positioned in another way. It could be clever to installation each type of snare traps, however, in fact, the type you use ought to be determined by the situation, region, and sport you are hunting.

A baited snare is one this is set with the attraction of meals. This may be positioned anywhere inside the place of where you observed your recreation can be.

The other type is unbaited. There are set up with the absence of meals, and ought to be positioned on a visible game path.

Different Snare Models

Simple Snare – is a unfastened running nose this is made with both string or snare cord. The nose length is dependent on the kind of animal. Also, the nose has to be supported off the ground with small assist sticks to deal with the animal’s length. Once the noose is adjusted, connect the snare cord to a stake or cause within the floor. This cause needs to be crafted from a strong, green piece of timber and should be set securely into the ground to avoid the animal from pulling it unfastened. This trap is dependent on region and must be set on a sports path. You ought to set many of these alongside the trail will significantly boom the percentages of a size.

Spring Snare – is an extra complicated snare. However, this may be greater powerful due to the fact as soon as activated, it has the capability to strangle and/or hold the game to save you it from breaking free. Building a spring snare for game trails calls for tension to lift the animal, which may be gained by using a younger sapling or a low branch. The release mechanism is made with a cause this is cut with a notch to fit into an upright stick, that’s positioned on the floor to comfortable the lure. The trigger stick should be attached to the snare cord and the sapling. The snare will work the identical way as earlier than (nonetheless try to use snare wire for the nose), but now when activated, it will fling the animal into the air.

Baited Spring Snare – is constructed the same manner as a spring snare, however, the release mechanism is about to a bait stick. These are typically set to seize sport by the toes because the snare cord is set parallel with the floor. However, this can be adjusted upright to make a noose if favored. These traps can vary in layout but all have the equal idea.

Snare traps are an effective method of catching prey. And, mastering how to build a snare could be very smooth. However, snare traps may be inhumanly cruel to animals and should handiest be used if completely vital. Be certain to check your traps regularly.

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