#especially not lamborghinis lol

[johnny-coxville]

This might be oddly specific lol but would you write something about Bam taking some pictures of his gf (afab reader) with his Lamborghini and he gets super turned on and they bang? Thank youuuu

I'm alive!! Unfortunately this was very rushed, and I'm not entirely happy with the result. I do apologize for that. I believe it's still readable though haha.

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Bam Margera x fem!reader nsfw

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Lavish car

One of Bam's favorite things to do with you was show you off. Whether it was picking your outfits out, showing you off to the cast, or taking pictures of you.

Bam had recently taken up MySpace and loved sharing pictures of you. Showing his friends and whoever may have stumbled onto his page. He would buy you cute outfits to model for him.

This time around he had picked out some black short, shorts. Along with a skimpy black tank top. Your hair styled and brushed by himself.

He adored that the most. Taking the liberty of making you feel beautiful.

It was a sweet fall day. Bam's car was parked in his driveway, as you leaned over the hood of Lamborghini. Your breasts pressed against the shiny blue hood.

You have a sexy stern face for him, ending up giggling. He snapped a few photos with his flash, giving you a cheesy smile. "God, you're so fucking, sexy baby." He said smacking your ass, making you squeak in response. You got off the hood and opened his passenger door.

Sitting inside you leaned back, giving him some more poses for the camera. He snapped the pictures, telling you different positions he enjoyed.

He eventually sat the camera down. Placing it on the hood of the car. You gave him a questioning look. He stood in front of you. Your legs were parted, facing towards him, legs hanging out the car door.

"What's the matter Bam?" You said leaning forward a small bit. He spoke no words. He grabbed ahold of his belt. Starting to undo it.

Unbuckling it he opened his fly. You watched, confused, but not rejecting whatever idea he may have been thinking.

You of course knew where this would eventually lead. He could never resist a good fuck. Especially in his car or outside in the crisp air. It sent different types of pleasure towards you both.

He shuffled towards you. Still leaving a silence between you. You fully sat up, interested in his silent antics. He grabbed the camera once more. Throwing the strap around his neck, letting it dangle.

A bit odd. Unsure what he may be doing with the camera. Maybe filming the act. The thought of it sent shivers down your spine. He pulled his jeans down a bit, showing his purple boxers.

His bulge was tightly outlined, begging to be touched. He was just inches from your face as you stared straight at his tightened boxers. You leaned in close. Placing soft kisses against it.

Your lipstick leaving kiss marks on his fabric. Showing everywhere that you gave him attention. He hummed in satisfaction. His hands resting at his sides. You paused, looking up at him.

A small smile tugged at his lips. He left out a soft chuckle. "Take it out. Show me some of your sweet love." He said running a hand through your hair. His hand stays at the back of your head. His fingers tangling into your hair.

Not tugging or moving, just gently rested for a few moments. You pulled down his waistband. His incredibly hard cock lay before you. You began to leave soft kisses around his warm cock. Trailing down to leave kisses on his balls. As you went to kiss and please his tip, he flashed a picture.

You paused looking up at him. "Did I say to fucking stop?" He said in a mocking tone. You didn't question him. Continuing your love. Placing kisses in every spot of his length.

He hummed pleased with your work. Running a hand through your hair. His face displaying a small smile.

You finally took him into your mouth. Giving his head a few swift licks. You wasted no more time, dipping his cock into your mouth. His grip on your hair tightened. Letting out a breathy chuckle.

You opened your eyes a moment, pleasantly met with your favorite tattoo of his. The heart gram peeked back at you as his length was stuffed inside.

You worked away at him, at a decent pace. He flashed one more picture while you took him. Looking at a moment before dropping the camera back down on his neck.

He used both hands to force your mouth on him. His hips bucking into your throat. He only did this when he was really ready to cum. His cock slamming into you. He held your head close to him, emptying his load into the back of your throat.

Once he finished he pulled you off. Fixing your hair and tucking it behind your ears. "You look amazing in these photos. I'm going to need some more." He said holding up the camera. You smiled. As you smiled, he flashed a picture. This made you feel warm and wonderful about yourself.

Though not only warm in the face, you were warm and yearning for his friction. Waiting for his next moves. "I want you spread nice and wide on the hood of my car. I'll get those clothes off for you nice and easy." He said pulling the camera off his neck, and setting it on the hood of his car.

The butterflies in your stomach pounded. You had been together awhile by now, yet he still managed to make you feel like it was your first time again.

You stood up, face to face with Bam. Well. More so face to chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist, giving you a warm hug. His hoodie warmed you up quickly. Sighing against his embrace.

Though short-lived, because he began to pull your tank top off. Then your sports bra. It was quite chilly outside, but you didn't mind. It added to the effect. Once you were topless he admired your chest. He helped you shimmy off your pants, then your panties. Completely naked before him.

His admiration made its way to your chest. His decently large hands squeeze and knead at you.

You watch his movements, enjoying any touch you received. Soon enough, he was hiking you onto the hood. Cold against your bare body you nearly shivered.

He dropped his jeans completely now. His eyes fixated on your bare body. You lay somewhat spread, completely vulnerable to whatever he may decide to do. He dropped his boxers down, His half-hard cock hanging before you.

He did not remove his hoodie, so you would have to make do. Hoping you could slide your hands under it. Leaving him with tender scratch marks. Leaving you laying like a piece of meat, he trudged over a few feet. Extending the tripod he had brought outside. You hadn't even noticed until now. He lifted the camera off the hood and pushed it into its place. Adjusting the tripod to face you.

Once he was satisfied with the placement, he hit record. You should've expected him to record an interaction like this one. He would look back on it when he was alone in his hotel room. Mercilessly tugging himself to the sound of your moans.

You flashed a smile, signifying that you saw the camera. He trudged back over. Leaning over you. His hair hung over his face, and as he inched closer to your face, it tickled. He gave you a soft kiss. Then another. Then one last kiss before biting your lip and entering your mouth with his tongue.

Your tongue’s clashing together in desperation. Your chest squeezing against his scruffy hoodie. His arms caged you in. Removing his right arm to guide himself inside of you. He adjusted your position on the hood. Once he was satisfied, he guided himself slowly inside.

You winced a bit. It was never an easy task when he went in dry. The positioning felt awkward, but you knew you would unfold beneath him. Feeling the extra pleasure of being watched by the camera. The idea of him showing you off drove you wild.

After a few slow pumps, the pain was an eventual pleasure. Leaving your mouth agape, his agonizingly slow pace working away at you. His head hung low. The two of you nose to nose. Listening to one another’s desperate noises.

With a sudden change, Bam stood straight. Grabbing at your legs. The arch of the hood made it difficult, but he slid you further back. He spread your legs apart. Holding them on opposite ends Re-entering you. A new sense of pleasure washed over you. He didn't waste a moment

pounding inside of you.

He peered down at you. A twisted facial expression. The faster he went the more groans that escaped his lips. You peered back, mouth agape. Small desperate moans falling from your lips. His pace quickened, and you could no longer hold back.

Screaming in pleasure. “That’s it. Squeal like the little bitch you are. Getting fucked by such a popular man on such an expensive car.” He groaned. Giving a light smack to the face, you winced. It stung, yet felt amazing. He was always extremely dominant when he really got into it. His hair bounced in front of his face. The sound of skin slamming against skin echoed against the trees.

You were tipping the edge, and so was he. His right-hand letting go of your leg and attaching to your throat. His ringed fingers wrapped around you. He squeezed just enough, deafening your moans. “Say my fucking name. Fucking beg me to let you cum.” He said rubbing his fingers against your throat.

Overtaken by pleasure, and lack of air, you somehow managed words out. “Please Bam… Please fucking- Let me cum-” You managed out, little breath. He grinned. “Good fucking bitch.” He hit every spot that made you scream. Enough to stream tears from your eyes. The grip on your legs and throat so incredibly tight.

He groaned, his cock twitching inside. Bursting his load deep inside of you. Feeling yourself fill up, an enormous pressure inside. He didn't let up his pace. Making sure to stay as deep as he could. Emptying himself completely inside of you. He put your leg down and let up on your throat.

He hovered over you entirely breathless. He leaned down and laid soft kisses on your clit and hood. Kissing your thighs, and your stomach. He wiped his tip with his fingers, dipping them into your mouth. You accepted. Taking the salty taste in your mouth.

You were pretty damn cold now. Laying against the hood of his car. Uncomfortable to try and walk. He pulled his boxers up from his ankles, bringing his jeans up as well. Before buttoning his pants he grabbed his camera. “Don’t move baby.” He called to you.

You perked your head up a little confused but obliged. He walked over, spreading your legs apart. He shot a picture of you. Used and disheveled. “Now grab your breasts,” He said taking a small step back to angle his camera. You grabbed a hold of your breasts, pinching your left nipple. He shot the picture, satisfied with a smile.

“Alright now. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He said throwing the camera around his neck. He helped you off the hood of his car. You walked over uncomfortably and picked up your discarded clothes. He grabbed his trip pod and headed back towards the house. Following close behind, you were sparked by seeing the pictures once you were cleaned up.

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[thegoldenshi-shi]

Hey! Happy holidays! I hope you were able to have some quiet moments to enjoy your people or pasttimes, I remember you said holidays are really busy for you.

My mom did a funny for Christmas this year, and got me a lego set. A Lamborghini lego set. That she had shown me at walmart and said "I was going to get you this for Christmas, but I found something else I thought you'd like more" and I started laughing and told her she would've had me in a laughing fit if she had. Welp, Christmas came around, I open presents, and bam. Lego Lambo. I bout died laughing, and Ma confirmed that she went back and bought it after that conversation. It was good. Me and my sister got her back with her own lego set, my sister got legos. And then I got warned my dad might steal my car after I finished putting it together and ran around downstairs being a childish dork making car noises (vroooom), just because I was in a stupid giggly mood.

New years found another firework show being done in our neighborhood, and a friend and I drank enough to get really giggly and played a zombie survival game (7 days to die), which. We had a sober friend who was just witnessing it happen, and when we briefly played it sober afterwards, we both ended up agreeing that we made awful decisions in where we put our base, but we could not resist the Burgcaneer, the pirate themed burger joint. It even has a kid's play place designed in it, it was great.

I really hope you had a fun time while you were away, missed ya fiercely and am really happy to be able to talk with you again. In anon form, cause despite everything it's 80000x easier to gush without feeling embarrassed with that little grey face.

~Smooch

Happy Holidays to you as well Smooch~

I won't lie, the holidays wound up being a stressful mess with lots of work and some bad news with my family. But there were good moments, lots of soft feelings and smiles too. I got some books I've been wanting, and stuff for a new hobby (Lord knows I need ANOTHER hobby, but I'm happy anyway)

A little lamborghini lego sounds so cute~ It's funny that your mom did a 180 to run and buy it for you after seeing your reaction. Especially since it sounds like you had a lego-themed Christmas all around lol. Also, you got a lego lambo, you are entitled to make sfx and run around with it afterwards hehe

I did a little doodle after reading your ask, and surprisingly Sunny looks fine as a block of plastic.

I'm not good with horror of any kind, so I've never played a zombie game, but tipsy zombie survival would be fun to watch. I'd be the sober one watching and giggling over your pirate-burger base.

I missed your little grey anon face in my inbox too. It's always wonderful to touch bases and chat with you ^J^ I'm glad you had a happy holiday Smooch, and wish you a very Happy New Year.

#smooch anon #anon ask #happy holidays #happy new year 2024 #may we all have a lovely year~

[thisismysecondrodeo]

Men of Mystery

AN: Based on this drawing because wow if that’s not the setup for two mysterious men hooking up in the backseat of an old car I don’t know what is. Shout out to @broadwayfreak5357 and @theoriginalvelocipastor for encouraging this BeardTrent lol

Tags: Coach Beard/Trent Crimm, Queer!Coach Beard, Gay!Trent Crimm, Brief Non-speaking Appearance by Colin, Men Kissing!!!, Coach Beard's first name is Eugene because its the first thing I thought of

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Of all the people Trent might see walk out of the AFC Richmond training room after he’d locked his keys in his car, Beard wasn’t the worst option. Especially because he knew Beard wasn’t the type to implicate himself in anyone’s business. 

Beard, on the other hand, was relieved that the tense, long-haired beauty in the parking lot was just Trent Crimm, Independent, and not Jane. He’d finally gotten the courage to end things and she had taken it about as well as he’d expected which meant he was constantly checking around corners and muting his phone. He planned to just leave Trent to his business but when he locked eyes with the man in the blazer he could read the embarrassment from a distance and he knew something was up. 

“Mr. Crimm,” Beard greeted with a nod. 

Trent sighed as he answered. “Hello, Coach Beard.”

Silence fell between the men. Trent didn’t want to ask for help, but he also didn’t want to call his father to come to bail him out, or worse, run into Rebecca after Beard. Beard could tell Trent wanted to say something, so he waited him out. 

“I, ah, well… how was training?”

Beard smirked. “Trent.” And there was something in the way that the coach used Trent’s first name that brought heat to his cheeks. This man could see right through him somehow, and as much as Trent wanted to be resentful about it, he couldn’t help but be intrigued. Coach Beard was a challenge, and hadn’t he just told Ted he was looking for something…deeper?

“Ah, it's off the record. I am no longer a journalist. I actually was just here to tell Ted that and now I’m…stuck.” 

“Stuck,” Beard repeated, looking between Trent and his car. 

“I locked my keys inside,” Trent explained sheepishly and Beard smirked, immediately swinging his backpack off and rifling through it quickly, taking a knee on the concrete by the driver’s side door. He seemed like he was on a mission so Trent didn’t ask what he was looking for, just watched the muscles in his back ripple under his short sleeve polo as he moved around. 

“Aha,” Beard said under his breath, holding up a pointed piece of metal that glistened in the sun. He immediately inserted the tool into the lock of the door. 

“You���re picking the lock? How long will that—” 

Before Trent could finish the sentence, Beard popped the lock audibly and looked up at the other man with a shit-eating grin. “Done.”

“How in the bloody hell did you learn to do that?” Trent couldn’t hide the surprise in his voice but Beard was pleased that it was more admiration than judgment. The truth was Beard had a bit of a checkered past, one that he always thought journalists might delve into at some point. But even after Trent’s article about Ted, he had a feeling Trent wouldn’t hold him against it. 

“Well now, Trent, I’ve picked up a few things over the years,” Beard picked up his backpack and swung it back onto his shoulder as he stood before he reached for the door handle and opened the driver's door. The gesture brought the two men chest to chest, close enough that Beard could smell the citrus of Trent’s shampoo and Trent could make out flecks of green in Beard’s mostly brown eyes. 

Trent inhaled deeply, “I have so many questions.” 

“I have significantly fewer answers,” Beard teased. 

Behind them, the door to the AFC Richmond training room swung open and Beard took a quick step back, despite the fact that the illegal thing he was doing was already done. It was Colin, making his way to his Lamborghini, and Beard and Trent both gave him quick, self-conscious waves. 

“Well,” Trent said when Colin had pulled haphazardly onto the roadway, “maybe I could ask them anyway over a pint?” 

Beard tugged his phone out of his pocket to see 10 missed calls from Jane. He quickly returned the device to his khakis and gave Trent a small smile. “Sure, why not?”

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Beard expected Trent to take him to the Crown & Anchor but he appreciated the drive a little further out of the neighborhood. Trent’s car was in pristine condition and Beard expected nothing less but he didn’t poke around the way Trent would have. Trent turned the radio up and hummed along to something from the 80s that must have missed Kansas because Beard didn’t recognize it. Trent parked along the curb and gestured with a nod at a pub a few spaces down with a green door and Beard headed that way.

Pints in hand the two men looked at each other, evenly matched in their considering gaze. Trent took a sip of his beer and Beard smirked. 

“You’re not really a beer guy are you,” Beard asked. 

Trent sputtered a chuckle around his own sip, “I thought I was asking the questions.” 

“That was more of an observation, but go on, hit me.”

“How’d you learn how to pick locks?”

“A lack of supervision in my youth. And a desire to go real far, real fast.” Beard braced himself for Trent’s recoil, but Trent just nodded as if it was what he expected or at least that he understood the kind of upbringing Beard was talking about. Beard appreciated that he didn’t press. 

“Real far indeed. You know Ted has been the fish out of water, but you… You seemed to have settled in much more nicely. How are you finding it after two years?” 

Trent watched a flicker of emotion cross Beard’s face, watched the somewhat nervous way he tugged at the bill of his hat. “You know I’ve followed Ted a lot of places. He’s been good to me, we’ve been good to each other. But I think…no matter what happens Richmond is my landing spot. And I’ve been looking for a landing spot for a long time.” 

“Mmm, since you still went by Eugene I imagine,” Trent met Beard’s eyes, a mischievous smirk. Beard’s jaw dropped in an exaggerated gasp. 

“I’m sorry, did you wait until a vulnerable moment to just slide in that you’ve known my name this whole time,” Beard exclaimed and Trent was suddenly bashful. 

“Sorry, bit of a dick move. The journalist runs deep,” Trent responded, his eyes on the table. Beard slid his hand across the table, a hair’s breadth from Trent’s, and tapped twice so that Trent looked up. 

“I’m fucking with you. It’s fine, Trent. Not a big secret,” Trent blushed but laughed at himself along with Beard. “I didn’t think you’d be so easy to fuck with.” 

A charged silence descended between them before Trent responded, “Oh, you’d be surprised.” 

It only took two more pints for Trent to tell the story of his first boyfriend taking him to a concert and abandoning him in the crowd to make out with one of the openers in the bathroom. One more after that for Beard to tell him about the last time he’d shaved his face, which was more than 20 years ago to perform in a drag show. 

And it took half of the last pint for Beard to work up the nerve to ask Trent if he’d like to get out of there…together. Trent grinned, half eager and half apologetic. 

“As much as I absolutely want to take you up on that, I have to get my daughter from my father’s. And I’m just realizing I drove here, and now I’ll have to take the tube… which means I should probably get out of here right now, I’m sorry.” 

“No, no apologies,” Beard held up his hands in faux surrender. “As long as we can do this again.”

The men stood up, pushed in their chairs, and headed out the door. “We can absolutely do this again.” 

The streetlights were just coming on as they walked to the nearest tube station a comfortable quiet between them. It had been a long time since Trent had had the urge to take someone’s hand in public but his fingers twitched with the idea of it. Beard stumbled just a little on the cobblestone as he realized his phone hadn’t vibrated in quite a while—or if it had he hadn’t noticed.  

“Well,” Trent said, a thumb pointed over his shoulder at the train that would be arriving in a minute, “this is me. Let’s hope my car is there tomorrow.” 

Beard held up his hand, fingers crossed. The train pulled in and Trent turned away, running a hand through his hair to avoid doing something silly, like grabbing the other man by his collar and kissing him. But just as he stepped toward the opening doors, he felt a strong hand in the crook of his elbow.

Beard wasn’t tugging hard, but Trent felt magnetized anyway as he turned back and found himself eye-to-eye with the stoic man. Trent smiled, his hand finding the lapels of the other’s man’s jacket as he tilted and leaned in. Beard met him halfway, and their lips slotted together carefully, cautiously. It only took a beat for Beard to wind his hand into Trent’s hair, for Trent to run his tongue along the seam of Beard’s lips until he was allowed entrance. Trent was so lost in the feeling of Beard’s lips on his, the warmth of his hands where they cradled the side of his head, he didn’t notice that his train was about to leave. Luckily, Beard did, and he broke the kiss, stepping back and giving Trent a gentle nudge onto the train.

“Go on, you’re gonna miss it. ‘Til next time, Trent.” 

“‘Til next time, Beard,” Trent managed to call out just as the doors closed.

#ted lasso #ted lasso fanfic #coach beard #trent crimm #coach beard x trent crimm #fanfiction

[ihatebnha]

do u have any bkg angsty recs? been craving it and cant find any good ones :(

Hm hm hm......... my list isn't really that long either and everything is old af so it's likely you've seen it all before, but...

Were you able to read Play Away by @/saturnsorbitsnsorbits? It's cheating related, but has a happy ending if that's something you're looking for (and don't read the epilogue if you want Bakugo ending). I also really enjoyed Before Number One by them, too (although the angst is pretty... mild).

One fic that I come back to a lot, too... is this one, Third Wheel... it's actually a Kiribaku x Reader pre-established relationship, but OH GOD truly gets me sad heated asf LMFAO!!! w/ a happy ending to make it all worth it though, ofc LOL.

And... the prequel is @kingkatsuki's Ensnared (which, TW for noncon), but someone wrote a really yummy, angsty sequel on Ao3 that I used to read like... once a week (even without the first part)... so maybe try that? I really like all this author's work (I think they're the person who made me fall for Bakugo first)... but this one especially is nice, as well (which is angsty and soft)!

And if you haven't already, there's @saintshigaraki's The Sun Has Not Yet Fallen... and this one by @/burnedbyshouto which I haven't read but... I do like their writing... OMG AND ORANGE LAMBORGHINI which has a sequel... and a prequel TOO (though... is unfinished sadly)!!! And I've heard many a good things about this one, by our beloved Christine, as well!!!

Anyway, that's all I've got for now... but hopefully at least one of these is new/useful to you! Let me know what you think about any, if anything at all <333

#legend.... angst honestly makes me bananas #truly makes me so mad and sad #i love it ... but also i cant do it without a happy ending #thats a lie ill totally read angst but im only happy when the ending is good lol #so i dunno if this fits ur criteria but ...... surely there's at least one thing #haha #anyway #ask #anon #caitie chats #caities recs!

[purpleplaid17]

Jess Watches // Fri 13 Oct Synopses & Favourite Scenes

Shelter 1x07 Sweet Dreams are Made of This

Spoon, Ema, and Rachel take a road trip, while Mickey runs into someone he recently met.

Spoon really going through it this ep. He had the funniest lines but also the most devastating scene. And his photo on the wall??? Rachel being the no.1 lesbian... supporter while Ema was very handsome in her black suit driving her mum's sexy green lamborghini. Also, Shira, don't you dare run away again. She got a body exhumed for you ffs.

Still Up 1x06 The Road Trip

Lisa gets drunk at a hen party and can't get home. Danny worries about her so much he ventures out to get to her.

I say let the friend have Veggie if Lisa doesn't really love him. She needs to figure her own shit out tbh. I thought the visual representation of Danny's panic and anxiety was really effective. Also, hi Scottish Amy *waves*

Lessons in Chemistry (with mum) 1x01 Little Miss Hastings

Elizabeth gets caught doing unauthorized late-night experiments in the lab. Calvin eventually sees her under-valued intelligence and offers her a job as his lab partner.

An ok first episode. There was obviously going to be sexism in the 1950s, but it didn't feel grounded in reality somehow, a bit heavy handed maybe, idk. They don't feel like real characters that you can get lost in just yet.

Van Helsing 1x10 Stay Away

Vanessa and the group find refuge among a band of humans who have bargained with vampires for peace. Their leader, however, appears to be hiding a terrible secret. Meanwhile, the true serial killer among Vanessa's group is finally revealed.

Vanessa was very valid for wanting to climb Theo like the tree he is. But did she have to do it right in front of Susan's salad? Poor lass looked heartbroken. Also, I was wondering how Tom Cavanaugh could be in this and The Flash. He didn't last the episode so that's how lol

The Uncanny Counter 2x10 Episode 10

Ju-Seok and Pil-Gwang face a change in their relationship. The Counters celebrate some good news.

Ju-Seok's mum telling So Mun the story of how he and Min-Ji met at the orphanage was so sad. Adding more weight to an already tragic storyline. And how do they make the black demon swampy scenes? It's gross but very effective. Especially that last scene.

#shelter #harlan coben's shelter #still up #van helsing #the uncanny counter #polls #tumblr polls #jess watches #day 24 #i did not sleep well so if some of this sounds cranky i apologize

[belladonna-miranda]

Happy 12th birthday to Jackass 3D! Looking back, I would like to share some of my favorite stunts to celebrate.

Poor Ehren, scared of the hanging tasers in the obstacle course

Age at time of release: 11 (6th grade)

First time I watched it: circa 2014

Top 3 stunts:

🥇Poo cocktail supreme 🥈Lamborghini tooth pull 🥉Pin the tail on the donkey

Honorable mention:

Electric Avenue (I put Ehren's frightened face gif for a reason) High five ("He fell for the soup!") Bungie Boogie (Ehren landed perfectly when nobody else could. My Jackass BFF) Beehive tetherball (LOL those bees sting like hell)

Favorite cast member: Ehren (he not only perfectly landed a boogie board into the pool, but also lost a tooth to Bam's Lamborghini and pinned a tail on an actual donkey) Sorry Pontius, but your wiener tricks and chin puppeteering just won't take away Ehren's first place spot.

Stunts that I hated: none, I have an extremely strong stomach

Final thoughts: Hearing Weezer's "Memories" brings me to tears and dance at the same time, especially since Ryan Dunn's death just eight months after the film's release. He will forever be my Random Hero, looking down upon his fellow Jackasses regardless of whether or not he'd ever met them in his lifetime.

#jackass #jackass 3d #johnny knoxville #steve o #chris pontius #ehren mcghehey #dave england #wee man #preston lacy #ryan dunn #bam margera

[pyotrkochetkov]

Every guy that I’ve ever met who had a Lamborghini were horrible people (and by coincidence all of them had a questionable style for their cars lol) and I never really liked this brand or the designs and because of those guys i hate it even more

So the new car that svech got gives me a weird feeling, especially because of that weird orange color, like that thing it’s almost neon, what’s the problem with the basics like black or red? And I thought that he would do something personalized and different but again nothing, just a plain color. I tried, but i can’t continue defending you babe

jdffdjdfgb andrei is the outlier he's not horrible 🤧

but he's young, rich and russian so this doesn't surprise me at all lmao

#lovelyteuvo #ask

[lurils5]

Starting this week's post with a couple of coop games I plaied with @twinklesfound First of is Armourines - Project S.W.A.R.M. that sure was an FPS on the 64 huh lol, very janky and very confusing on the objectives, there were two things I thought were very funny, one is that there was a huge boss in the end of a stage and I had no feedback that I was doing damage to them at all so I just tried to walk around it and it worked, the stage ended lol (later we learned that yes, we were supposed to kill it, because there was another one in the middle of a stage we had to kill) the other is that... there is a commander or whatever that talks to you in yellow text, and there is a dedicated button to show the last thing he said again on screen, we thought that was a button to see the next objective, but no, not at all, we were lost of several minutes and all the text said was "good job" (there was still a lot left to the stage and we had to backtrack and blow up a specific door somewhere) We did not finish this game......

The next one however, Army Men Air Combat we did finish! this one was way better to play and pretty straightforward, it is from the army man series, same as the last post, the plastic green army men, but in this one you play as helicopters, you can shoot stuff and also drop a cable to pull things from the ground, it was sort of fun, especially coop, also there is a narrator when you are selecting your helicopter and they say the names of them funny HUEY HUEY HUEY

Asteroids Hyper 64 This is a basic asteroid game with 3D assets and very low polish, looks like something someone could make on construct2 in an afternoon this days ;;;

Automobili Lamborghini is a pretty straightforward arcade racing game, with low poly lamborghinis I guess hah, I have good memories of random racing games on the 64, but this one isn't one of them, it is too straightforward and has the arcade "get to the checkpoint in X seconds or you lose" thing that I am not found of, there was literally a race I almost lost due to the timer... even tho I was in first ???? anyway, it does allow for manual shift if you are into that too hah

And with that:

🎉Nintendo 64 [A] Games 100%🎉

#n64 play em all #armourines project s.w.a.r.m. #army men air combat #army men #asteroids hyper 64 #automobili lamborghini

[mendesxruel]

Congratulations on 1.1k followers 🎉 You deserve all of them and more ! Can I ask for a Lamborghini gallardo (if possible both a platonic and romantic for formula 1)

Im a bi girl (pronouns she/her) , libra , entp and slytherin. I love watching and playing sports , especially football (soccer) and softball, going to the beach to stargaze, going to parties and car rides with my friends . I adore baking , reading and astrology as well and im studying to become an archaelogist/historian of art. Personality wise, im mostly extroverted and outgoing but there are times when i prefer to stay at home and relaxing by myself. I love making people laugh and my friends would describe me as the funny and chaotic person of the group. I can be really competitive and feisty as well and i value loyalty a lot too. Random things : my favourite jam is a homade apricot one my grandma makes , I'm obsessed with the color red and i collect postcards from every place i go.

Thank you in advance <3 Also will you be watching the Canada gp? Which are your fav teams and drivers? Fav circuit? :)

thank you !! yes i will watch ittt 🤞 i dont have a fav team but my fav drivers and charles, lewis, daniel, george and lando:) (but i mostly cheer for charles and lewis) and i gotta say monza for fav circuit but it's only because it's the only circuit ive been able to play on the f1 demo game lol! wby??

i ship you with... Pierre Gasly (platonic) and Charles Leclerc (romantic)!

#lola's 1.1k #★ — anonymous .

[theyscreamkam]

Today I’m going to make a lot of money.

Tomorrow I’m going to make a lot of money.

And for the rest of my life I’m going to make a lot of money.

It’s called abundance.

God got me.

Today and everyday I’m going to be thankful for life.

Thankful for breath.

Thankful for my wife even tho she’s going thru it.

We’re going thru it. And I just need her to get her feet wet. She’ll be ok. She don’t need to be scared. That’s strange. She been thru a real traumatizing life and I just Wan be the new chapter that helps all her scars fade over time. I really want it all to fade instantly.

I’ve currently written like 250-300 songs because of her and at least 100 songs in the last 2 months strictly for her.

So life is nuts. Yes. But we always figure it out.

CAN’T STOP WON’T STOP - MONSTER KODY

Aka SANIYKA SHAKUR !!! 🙏🏾🦾

I got that can’t stop won’t stop in my veins !!!!!!!!!!

So I love her

I NeKa her with a burning passion

Today she’ll be at a calm tone.

Today she’ll be correct.

Today she’ll understand innerstand outerstand and overstand her purpose.

Today she’ll always choose me no matter what.

Today she’ll see and know forever that I’m the only one for her.

Especially in this life time 😂

I’m just a rare black nigga who owns all his masters as an independent artist and understands how to use unconditional love and NeKa in my favor cause the world should always workout for me in my favor cause i wouldn’t understand why I was born if that’s not the case 😂

Today and everyday she’ll know who she needs and who she wants every wakening second of the day.

She needs to hurry the fuck up lol my back ain’t gon walk on itself 😂

Today is Sunday apparently. So today as I do everyday.

I got fried. From sunrise to sunset 😂

Tomorrow I mailed shit out for some bread 🥖

And Tuesday I got paid.

And Wednesday I got paid.

I spend money and get paid.

Imagine that balance 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 so it’s like all the money I spent turnt me into a fucking millionaire and billionaire and trillionaire in my life time 😂😂 my generation and bloodline will be straight forever cause it’s love like that. It’s NeKa like that.

She got me my first Lamborghini. And Tesla.

I got her a Lamborghini too.

It’s funny cause it’s all in her name under her LLC and shit.

She has perfect credit.

She leans on me.

I lean on her.

That’s the only type of leaning we do.

Other than that.

Pass the blunt !!

Amén 🙏🏾

[shoutogepi]

Orange Lamborghini

Bakugou Katsuki

word count : 6.3k 

[ ✘ (nsfw!) ]  

themes : lil toucha ass play, car sex, baku being a damn tease

bio : You keep telling yourself you’re done with Bakugou, but the last time is never really the last time, is it?

author’s note : i know i said i was gonna post a tamaki fic but it’s a certain violent blonde’s birthday tomorrow!! (happy 4/20 ayy) so here you go ;) … also this is a part two to my other baku fic, “fuck you i just might”, but you don’t have to read that one before this if you don’t wanna!

side note : Y/H/N is your hero name, and reader is a pro hero working at the same agency as Bakugou. ALSO he smells like caramel bc of his quirk, dont fight me on this >:(

also available on AO3 here

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“🅂taying late again?” Reo, the owner of the coffee cart stationed in the lobby of the hero agency, quizzes as he throws you an accusatory look.

You stand before him, hand awkwardly looped around your elbow and a small, bashful smile on your lips. He totally knows. But you appreciate that he never outright says anything, and you know for a fact that he would never peep even a whisper to anyone. You are probably his most loyal customer, and you’d like to think he considers you a friend after all this time— not to mention, all the coffee you’ve purchased from him.

Reo gauges your meek expression, and he only smiles as he pours the creamer into the dark brown liquid. “They must be working you hard… I’ve never seen a top hero work such long hours, staying even after everyone else has left. Well, almost everyone, that is.”

Yeah, he most certainly knows.

“What can I say?” You blabber, perhaps answering him a bit too quickly. “Work is my whole life. I don’t have time for anything else, I guess.” The sentiment is a little awkward but full of candor, and when the words leave your lips you’re surprised to hear them carry such a solemn tone.

The man nods in understanding, handing you your cup of coffee before he grabs a cookie from the glass display case and offers it to you as well. “On the house,” he states and you share a long showdown of a gaze with him before you reluctantly pluck the treat from his outreached tongs.

“Thanks Reo, you have a good night now.” Bowing slightly to the elder, you turn and take your leave, quiet steps echoing in the otherwise empty foyer.

Just as the elevator doors open to take you back up into the higher levels of the building, Reo calls out to you. “You know, you should find someone that’s just as hardworking as you. Maybe they’re closer than you think.”

Flustered by the old man’s advice, you only nod and bow again, jamming your thumb into the button. A sigh of relief escapes you as the doors conceal you from his prying eyes. That man has a sixth sense, you swear.

The elevator doors open and you briskly walk through them, along the corridor and around the corner before you finally reach the conference room. Taking a deep breath, you slip through the doorway, eyes trained on the table half-covered in paperwork. Bakugou is sitting behind the spread out files, his red eyes jumping up to regard your approaching form. Placing the cookie wrapped in napkin on the table, you nod at him as you turn and open a cabinet, fingers pinching a fresh manilla folder and shutting the door with a bump from your hip.

“Working late, huh?” His rough voice splits the silence hanging in the air, and when you turn to look at the blonde, he’s lounged back, corded bicep hung carelessly over the back of the chair and a cocky look on his face. But his eyes hold another emotion as they give you a once-over, one that makes your insides stir in both memory and apprehension.

You nod again, a coy smile gracing your lips as you take a sip of your coffee, your own gaze lingering on the muscles that poke out from the hem of his tight tank top. “You too?” You ask, even though the answer is obvious.

Bakugou’s hand twirls the pen he was previously using in rapid, effortless circles, and his knee bounces slowly underneath the table. “You gonna eat that?” He answers your question with his own, slanted eyes flicking towards the cookie resting on the tabletop just an arm’s length away from him.

“You want it?” You can’t help but be surprised— you always expected Bakugou to be an uppity-ass, no-junk-food kind of guy.

“It’s Reo’s, right?” The blonde replies gruffly, thick fingers reaching out to grab the confection. “Shit tastes like heaven.”

Your eyes widen as you connect the dots. Why, that sly little…

“Don’t work yourself too hard,” you chirp out as you turn on your heel, ready to retreat back to the safety of your office.

Bakugou’s scarlet eyes return back to your departing figure, a thin brow raised and a snarl of a smirk splitting his lips. “Aw, ‘ya worrying ‘bout me now, Princess?”

“Fuck you,” it flows from your mouth, years of foul-mouthing built up into a knee-jerk reaction. Your eyes widen as his turn to slits, that stupid smirk morphing into a gleaming grin.

“Don’t tempt me.”

A wave of heat washes over you from head to toe before settling between your legs. You don’t bother to stick around, your feet carrying you out of the conference room as Bakugou’s harsh laughter trails behind you, echoing down the hallway.

Closing the door to your office behind you, you lean your back against it as you slide toward the floor, shutting your eyes tight as the memory washes over you. He’d taken you— right there on the desk you’re supposed to be working at— and ugh, it was fucking good. Shit, he was good. Dropping the folder on the floor your fingers fly to your temple, rubbing your skull in a useless attempt to push the memory away.

Alright, if you’re being honest… that was just the first time. There were, well, a handful of times following the initial incident, much to your now chagrin. There was that time in his office on the other side of the building that had a perfect view of the ocean, which you had become very familiar with while your face was pressed up against the glass and he ravaged you from behind. There was also that time when it was around this time of night and he had thrown all your paperwork off of the conference table and taken you right there, pounding into you like no tomorrow. Yeah, there were a few times you’d found yourself naked before him, pussy gripping his thick cock as your lips clashed with his.

But last time was the last time. You can’t just keep fucking him like this, all over the agency in such scandalous secrecy… the two of you hiding this gruesomely passionate beast you co-own, feeding it only once the the coast is clear and, oh, he feeds it so well… every meal a juicy, fat steak dripping with desire and euphoria, encasing your senses in a silky smooth film as his calloused hands glide all over your—  No!

You shake your head abruptly, derailing your sinful train of thought. You agreed that last time was it, fin. And… the time before that, too… and maybe the one before then as well— well, it doesn’t matter because last time was actually the last time. Pulling yourself together, you make your way toward your desk and begrudgingly begin your work.

By the time the folder is full, the clock indicates that tomorrow has begun and thus, it’s time for you to go home. Without a glance towards the conference room, you make your way toward the elevator, letting out a long sigh as the weight of the day slips from your shoulders. Jabbing your thumb into the button, you lean against the railing and check your phone out of habit. Two new messages from Jirou pique your interest, and you eagerly open the chat log to see what she’d sent.

Jiji 🎸: Girls meeting at the usual tmrw night!! Hope you can make it :)

Jiji 🎸: We all miss ya girly, you’ve been working too much lately ❤️

A part of you feels bad for misleading your friends. It’s not that you aren’t working late these days… it’s that your workload is not the only thing you’re doing when you stay after hours at the agency. Your friends had started to notice all the late nights you’d been spending at your job, and they’d begun to pout when you would bail on their bar-nights. They understood that you were working, and you hoped that they didn’t harbor any further suspicions. You had not told a single soul about your rendezvous with Bakugou Katsuki— the only person who seemed to have an inkling of your relationship, if you could call it that, was Reo.

Sliding your phone into your bag, you decide to try to make it tomorrow night. The last time had been the last time with Bakugou, so you would definitely be free tomorrow night, especially after finishing up the paperwork you had just completed minutes prior. With a wave of determination washing over you, a small smile appears on your lips as you fiddle with your staff key-card absentmindedly, wondering what you should wear when tomorrow night comes around.

When the elevator dings and opens its doors, your feet take you out of the steel chamber and into the cement confines of the parking garage. At this time of night, the only way in and out of the building is through the parking garage gate, seeing as the custodians lock up the front doors long before midnight. But you don’t mind, because the night air is fresh and cool on your face, and the subway is only a three minute walk from the garage exit. Just before you can reach out to tap your key against the automatic gate, an ear-splitting screech roars behind you and you jump, shooting straight up into the air.

Whipping around, headlights nearly blind you as they point right into your eyes. Squinting at the obnoxious light, your vision widens again when you recognize the outline of a sleek and shiny Lamborghini. An orange Lamborghini, to be precise. And a license plate with “G-ZER0” unmistakably tacked onto the front bumper, which sits almost flush against the smooth cement floor.

“Oi, Y/H/N,” a blonde head pokes out from the driver’s window, narrowed red eyes glaring at you. But his lips are curled into a smirk, clearly enjoying your frightened-animal-like reaction to the startling revv of his engine. “You’re blockin’ the way.”

Your hands indignantly turn into fists at your hips, a frown and a furrowed brow marring your expression as you turn around. Smacking the key card against the scanner you strut directly in the middle of the pavement for as long as you can before the road widens. Once the car can easily fit on either side of you, you move over to the sidewalk, arms crossed over your chest as the low car matches your pace, engine purring loudly.

The window next to you rolls down soundlessly, and the blonde leans slightly over his console to crane his face up in order to see yours. “Where are you goin’?” Bakugou inquires, and you can feel his intense gaze on the side of your face but you do not turn to acknowledge him.

“Subway.” You reply shortly, eyes trained straight ahead of you. Three minutes until you reach the subway station, exactly two corners and two blocks away.

The car roars as the angry blonde hits the pedals again, exhaust crackling with a ferocity similar to a big cat’s. The sound is deafening but you don’t waver, feet placing calmly in front of one another. “At this hour?” He pauses for a moment, long enough for you to let your guard down and chance a look at him. Which is a mistake, because goddamn he looks sexy as hell sitting in that exorbitant car, one hand thrown atop the wheel with his bicep on display, the other arm perched atop the console between the seats and those vermillion eyes blazing into you. It’s only a mere second that you give him, but he knows your resolve flutters as you look away quickly, your pace increasing to make him press on the gas just a hair harder to keep up with you.

Your breath catches in your throat when he speaks again, your heart pummeling your ribcage with vigor and a claminess lining your palms.

“Get in.”

It’s neither a question nor a statement— it’s a demand. One that has heat rising between your legs, the embers that had been so surely extinguished suddenly igniting furiously with but a scrap of sustenance. You grit your teeth and keep walking, determined not to get in the car. If you get in that car… you don’t know where you’ll end up. Or, you do know where you might end up, and that would be very bad. It takes a lot of your willpower to spit out a simple, “No thanks.”

Bakugou grumbles at your stubbornness, the vehicle screeching again as he demonstrates his displeasure and the unnecessary horsepower underneath his hood. “Come on, Y/N. Just get in,” he presses, his voice not as harsh as it was just a moment ago.

But you hold your own, flipping a stray lock of hair over your shoulder. “Aw,” you smirk, humoring him for a millisecond as your eyes flick over to him, “‘ya worrying ‘bout me now, Boom-Boy?” Your lips curl into a satisfied smirk as he visibly bristles in the corner of your eye.

“Damn it, I’m trying ‘ta— tch,” Bakugou grumbles and cuts himself off before he apparently decides he’s not going to play the familiar game of cat and mouse with you, “Fuck this.” Tires squealing on the rubble, the sleek car leaves you in the dust, sharply turning the corner ahead of you before disappearing into the night, the noise of the thundering engine echoing through the tall cityscape.

You glare at the corner ahead of you, unimpressed. He was trying to— to what, put you in a pissy mood? Hell of a job he did, if that was the case. Frown sinking into your cheeks deeper than before, you continue your way to the subway station while you pull your phone out to distract you from your miffed thoughts. Turning around the very same corner the orange sports car had rounded just a minute ago, you nearly drop your belongings when a pair of rough hands grip your biceps.

Relief washes over you for a moment when you meet Bakugou's irritated expression, before horror spreads through your limbs as he shoves you into his open passenger door. Without much of a fight you’re inside the vehicle, fruitlessly yanking the door handle only to find it’s locked shut. Sliding back into the luxurious leather seat, you scowl at the hero as he slams his door closed and snags the black seatbelt over his torso. “The fuck, Bakugou?” You hiss, attempting the door again to no avail.

“Hey, easy with that!” He growls, a thick finger flicking the pedal shifter into drive and slapping his boot against the gas. His eyes meet yours as a wicked grin lifts his lips. “Buckle up, Princess.”

Your head smacks against the back of the seat as the car lurches into a velocity that no doubt exceeds the speed-limit. Your hands scramble over your shoulder and you frantically grab the metal clip, unceremoniously shoving the belt across your lap to find its destination. Once the joint clicks into place, your eyes fly to the man beside you, pure rage boiling underneath your skin. “You asshole! I’m gonna rip your dick off!” You yell, the slightly ajar windows letting air zip into the cabin and howl in your ears, your hair flying around your face.

“I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he quips dryly, voice deep but holding an infuriatingly potent tone of amusement.

You shut up at that, heat rising to your cheeks as you look out the window defiantly, away from him. Your eyes trail over the interior of the car, curiosity winning you over as you your fingers trace the smooth features lining the inside of the door. There’s a soft underlighting beneath the seats, glowing an acidic green to compliment the orange of the exterior in a display that screams man with an enormous ego. You roll your eyes, adjusting your legs to point away from him as much as possible.

“I didn’t know you had a Lamborghini. This how you get into your slutty fangirls’ pants? Take ‘em for a ride in the Baku-bile?” You ask, shooting daggers into his sharp jawline. The premise of him fucking faceless girls in the very seat you’re in makes you want to throw up in disgust.

Bakugou snorts at the name, scarlet eyes snapping toward you before settling back on the road. “Don’t need to show ‘em my car to take ‘em for a ride,” he answers snidely, a sharp canine gleaming at you from his smirk.

You don’t acknowledge his reply, one arm crossed over your chest and the other gripping the side of the door harshly as the city flies by outside the windows. You wonder where he’s taking you, because he never asked for your address, but you sure as hell aren’t going to start up a conversation again with that dickwad, so you just simmer in your displeasure instead.

The ride is surprisingly smooth and you would never admit it, but the feeling of him stepping on the acceleration makes your heart thud, adrenaline coursing through your veins and washing over you. You try your best to hide your excitement with every boost of speed, but you don’t catch Bakugou’s eyes lingering on your tiny smile every time he accelerates. You almost whine when the car slows and you pull into an empty parking lot, apprehension settling in your chest as the engine cuts and you’re left in silence, with him. A public park stretches before the lot, empty swings and monkey-bars twirling leisurely in the wind.

He doesn’t say a word, so after an incredibly long and awkward minute you break the ice. “Bakugou… what are we doing here?” You turn to him expectantly, lips melting back into a frown as you give him a once-over. He’s still in that tank top, which you curse for being a part of his hero costume. Why the hell did he have to choose something so flattering?

The blonde casts a side glance at you, leaning back slightly in his seat. “Wanted to have a chat with ‘ya,” he says, turning to look at you fully. The car seems like it is not big enough, for he’s only a short distance away from you and looking handsome as ever. The park before the windshield is illuminated by only the moon and starlight, casting a soft glow onto his smooth skin. The stubble on his jaw scatters tiny shadows across his chin, and those scarlet eyes peer into yours deeply. The moment is full of unrestrained tension, until he speaks again. “Coulda done this in the garage but your stubborn ass wouldn’t gimme the time of day,” he grumbles, effectively releasing you from his trance.

You blink and look away before returning your attention to him, a sour expression on your face. “Okay, dipshit, what did you wanna talk about?” You huff, arms crossing over your chest defensively. So you might have gotten yourself into this, but only a tiny bit.

You’re left hanging, expectantly eyeing him with a measured gaze. His eyes are locked with yours, but his mouth doesn’t move, not a semblance of a word on his lips. You give him that ‘eyes widening and head jutting forward, I’m waiting for you to talk’ look, but still he’s quiet. Tossing your hair over your shoulder impatiently, you let out a frustrated sigh as you close your eyes. “Look,” you start, turning back to him ready to flame his ass, “I don’t—”

Bakugou’s lips are on yours, his hands clutching your jaw and pushing your mouth into his while he leans forward over the console between the seats. A moan tears from your lungs, the familiar scent of caramel crashing over you as he fills up your senses, fingertips weaving into the hair behind your ears. His tongue thrusts into your mouth, greeting yours like a lover desperate to hold his beloved, caressing and rolling and dancing.

Suddenly your hands are on him, one around his back and pressing him toward you while the other threads through his silky soft tresses. A groan rumbles out of him as you pull against his scalp, one of his hands slipping down the back of your head to hold where your neck meets your shoulders, squeezing the sides of your throat gently. An embarrassing mewl floats out of you at that, a string of saliva connecting your mouths as you both gasp for breath.

His red eyes twinkle at you mockingly, a sultry snarl on his lips. But Bakugou doesn’t dare say a word, instead claiming your lips again with his own, sucking in your bottom lip and biting gently with his pointy canines. The hand on your neck remains strong, while his other hand slithers down your chest, groping your breast with enthusiasm and his thumb roving over your already-hard nipple, which he can feel through the fabric of your skin-tight hero costume and bra. He moans at the discovery, fingers eagerly flying to your side and unraveling the zipper there, watching as the skin of your exposed chest becomes illuminated in a mixture of moonlight and the green glow emanating from beneath the seats. Tugging the wire to rest atop your tits, he nearly growls at the sight of them, diving face-first toward you and wrapping his mouth around a nipple. You buck into him, falling back uncomfortably onto the door, but he just crawls onto his seat and leans further into you, red eyes darting up to catch your wanton expression.

Desperately gripping at the shreds of your sanity, a tiny part of you screams out at the wrongness of the situation. “We shouldn't… fuck, Bakug— ohhh,” you whimper as he nibbles at you, your heart rate skyrocketing in desire as you close your eyes, trapping your trembling lip between your teeth. The rationale is pushed away, the only thing you can pay attention to being the way Bakugou’s mouth feels latched onto you, and the hand traveling down your torso to tease between your legs. His rough fingers prod at your cunt through your leotard, expertly locating your clit through the cloth and focusing extra attention there. Simmering tendrils of heat burst through you and you cry out, legs weakly drawing his wide frame closer to you.

After a moment Bakugou sits back in his seat, pulling you with him. It’s a little rocky, not a perfect transition, but you make your way to sit on his lap nonetheless. His large hands palm your tits roughly, pinching your nipples as his tongue wrestles with yours, your moans leaking into his mouth. His body jerks in surprise as your hips begin to roll against his, and you can feel just how bad he wants this too, rubbing into you against your thigh. It only makes him touch you harder, leaning down slightly and becoming lost in the heated kiss. A hand trails down your waist to grab a handful of your ass, cupping the flesh before he slaps it harshly, then holding it in his palm again as his fingers dig into your skin. He drinks up every noise you release, like a starved man receiving his first meal in forever. He pulls away to kiss down your neck, tongue licking a stripe down your throat before his warm mouth lands on your skin, nipping and lathering and sucking.

“This is,” you gasp, coming up for air and that scrap of sanity surfacing in your mind again, “We shouldn’t be doing this, we— we said that last time was the, ahuh-ahh, last… last time.”

Bakugou sucks harder against your neck, his hands on either ass cheek and pulling your bottom against him. The friction of his cock against your core, even with your clothes separating you, makes your head spin and your voice die out. “You want me to stop, hah?” He grumbles against your throat, slick with his saliva. He rolls your hips against his particularly hard, and your hand reaches out to latch onto his shoulder as your pussy twinges in your panties.

You cannot reply, only a high-pitched whimper tumbles out of you because suddenly he’s pushing aside your leotard and panties, digits dipping into your humiliatingly wet entrance. His fingers easily glide up and down your slit, thumb flicking cruelly against your clit as you double over, nails breaching the skin on his shoulders.

“Doesn’t seem like you know what you want,” he comments, voice gravelly and timbre. His other hand rests on your hip, keeping you from grinding against him. He’s looking up at you, eyes darkened with lust and that haughty grin splitting his lips.

You glare at him, eyebrow twitching at his torment, mouth wavering as his fingers continue to tease along your sopping folds. After being with him so many times, you know what he’s waiting for, but you’re absolutely torn; a moth drawn to the flame yet wary of being burnt. “Please, Bakugou,” you murmur, eyes begging him to give you more.

Bakugou’s brow quirks upright, a single knuckle pushing into you and rubbing against your velvet walls. “Please, what, Princess?” He drawls out, almost purring at having you in his favorite position. That being, you, desperate for his touch.

You groan, throwing your head back as another knuckle slides inside, two wide fingertips stretching your cunt so infuriatingly shallowly. You try to move your hips but his grip is iron on your waist, and a long whine falls out of your mouth. “Just— Pleaseee Katsuki,” you beg, not wanting to say the words he truly wants, but not giving him nothing as his name leaves your lips so seductively.

His nostrils flare as he exhales, shifting underneath you as you feel his cock twitch against your leg. “I thought you wanted me to stop?” He growls, tone low enough you can feel his words shake his lungs. They shake something within you, too.

“No,” you breathe out, placing your lips softly against his before pulling away, your eyes boring into his, “I want this, I want you so bad.”

Bakugou groans as he drives his fingers into you knuckle-deep, curling his fingertips and rubbing against your insides. You moan like a whore at the sensation, his thumb still working on your clit clumsily as he pumps his fingers into you. His lips capture yours again, the hand on your hip jumping up to grab onto your neck again and push your lips harder onto his.

A searing heat ebbs through your body as his digits dutifully work within you, and you can’t help but begin to drop your hips against his hand, grinding onto his fingers without restraint. Bakugou clearly appreciates that, a loud moan ripping out of his lungs at the novelty and his fingers press harder into you, colliding into that spongy spot deep inside. You sob at the intensity, pleasure wracking through you as the angle only makes it easier for him to hit that spot— again, and again, and again— until white shapes flash before your eyes and you’re clutching onto him, screaming out as ecstasy thrums through your entire being.

After a minute of your pussy fluttering around him, Bakugou’s fingers pull out of you, and you finally open your eyes to see him looking at you like you’re the hottest person on the planet. “Fuck,” he snarls, lip twitching as he lifts his hips, tugging down his black pants and briefs half-way down his thighs. His heavy cock smacks against his abdomen, looking pale and pretty in the low lighting, glistening with a bead of pre rolling down the side of his length.

You lick your lips at the sight, the desire to shove him into your mouth overcoming you. Bakugou catches your reaction, a low chuckle reverberating his chest and making you glance at him. “I wanna suck you off,” you say quietly, looking over to the passenger seat and wondering if you could do it from that position, because you certainly can’t do it from where you are now.

“Thas’kay Princess,” he mumbles, grabbing your chin and forcing your lips to meet his once again. His tongue glides over your lip slowly, his other hand smacking your ass roughly before he grabs the inside of your thigh, spreading you above him. “That can wait. Need you right now.”

His words send a different kind of shiver down your spine— the kind that was the whole reason why you’d told yourself you needed to stop fucking him in the first place. But right now, in this moment, there is no way you’re not going to fuck him. You’d already come this far, you might as well just indulge yourself in him.

So you do, and you both let out a breath of satisfaction as you rub your dripping cunt against the underside of his length. You lather him up, slickening his member in your arousal from back to front before you press your lips onto his, soft but passionate, and you welcome him inside with ease.

Bakugou’s head falls back onto the headrest as his hands lay slack on your hips. He’s reclined, but his red eyes jump between your face, your tits, and your cunt that sucks him up so greedily as you begin to bounce above him. His mouth hangs open slightly as you find your rhythm, your hands ripping up the bottom of his tank top to lay your palms on his chest and his abs, a thumb scratching through his kept and dark happy trail. “Hah— fuck, Y/NNN,” he moans, closing his eyes to succumb to the pleasure for a moment before he forces them back open, refusing to miss out on such a dreamy sight. Memorizing your body, willing himself to remember each moan and blissful expression you give, storing it away so he can burn them into his spank bank.

Once he’s had his fill of the wondrous sight, he sits up, mouth sucking in your nipple as his hands still your hips, grabbing the flesh there and wiggling to adjust himself underneath you. Ecstasy shoots through you as he takes the lead, thrusting up harshly to prod deep inside your womb, stretching you out and rubbing so deliciously against your g-spot. “Oh, god, Katsuki,” you wheeze as he just goes faster, thick and muscular thighs providing enough means to continue like this for who knows how long. Just as you begin to feel your orgasm build once again, his pace slows, and you’re about to complain before a long finger is thrust into your mouth.

Bakugou groans as your tongue coats the digit in spit, not needing instruction. “You gonna be a good girl for me, Princess?” He questions before he takes the finger out.

Your arms fold around his neck as you nod and kiss him again, drunk on his lips and his touch. He welcomes the tender moment, a hand planting on your ass and spreading you again before his wet finger meets your asshole, making you jump into him with wide eyes. “Ka—”

His lips pull you back in, silencing your hesitance as he begins to thrust his cock up into you again, pace measured and slow. The roll of his hips provides a new type of pleasure as his cock drags against your inner walls, your clit rolling on his pelvis. You quiver on top of him, hole puckering as his finger rubs around your rim. You whimper when he pushes inside, the small stretch foreign and stinging. But he doesn’t push it any further, just continues to lazily grind up inside of you, his tongue playing with yours. He only breaks away to whisper praise to you that makes your pussy shiver around him, “Good girl, you’re sucha good girl Y/N.”

Before long the digit is up to the second knuckle, and you’re a moaning mess above him. The feeling of his finger in your ass, with his cock stretching and pushing in and out of you— it has your eyes crossing in pleasure. The thin wall separating his cock and his finger continues to rub exquisitely on both sides, sending waves of fuzzy bliss coursing through your limbs.

The extra penetration seems to also be affecting Bakugou, for his thrusts begin to pick up as he starts slapping up into you with renewed ferocity. The stimulation from your pussy and your clit already have you clenching, but then he starts to push his finger in and out of your ass slowly, and you’re holding onto him for dear life, your head on his shoulder as you mewl into his neck. You can feel your orgasm approaching, and so can Bakugou, who nuzzles your face a bit before he kisses you again. Your lips dance sloppily, your body jostling as he pounds into you from below, and you begin to whimper as your cunt tightens around his cock.

“Still want me to stop?” He hisses, rough palm clapping across your ass cheek.

“Fuck no,” you pant, planting your knees on the seat beside his thighs and bucking up and down in tune with his pace.

Bakugou groans at your initiative, knuckle sliding deeper inside of you and gauging your reaction as your shudder against him in pleasure. “You like a finger in the ass, hah? Fucking slut,” he snarls as he rubs the digit inside of you, eliciting a low moan from the depths of your lungs.

You’re bouncing on his lap as best as you can, your head skimming the top of the car’s interior while you claw at his shoulders. “God, Katsuki, mphhh—” The added pressure of you sinking down as he ruts up is almost enough for you to cum, and Bakugou knows exactly how close to the finish line you are, grabbing your jaw and tugging your face to hang directly in front of his.

You brow furrows and your heartbeat hastens at the intimacy, passion crackling between the pair of you as his vermillion orbs burn into you. You don’t want to let him see such a vulnerable part of you, but he starts to slam into that spot deep inside of you mercilessly, determined to show you how good he can make you feel. Your orgasm tears through you and an overwhelming heat blasts into your body like wildfire through dry grass. A broken shriek releases from you as your eyes slam shut, limbs shaking, nails diving into his traps, and toes curling in your shoes.

Bakugou gasps as you constrict around him, moving his hands to clasp onto your hips tightly, throwing your body down to meet his as he pistons into you. Skull falling backwards limply, your tongue lolls out like a bitch in heat, his actions dragging out your mind-numbing climax delightfully long. He launches at the exposed skin of your neck, teeth sinking into your throat hard enough to leave dark bruises there, moaning shamelessly into your flesh as his thrusts become quicker, needier. “S-Shit, where should I— ‘m gonna—”

Your fingers rush to his hair, snapping his head backwards and his eyes widen in surprise, but you smother his open mouth with yours immediately, your tongue plunging into his wet cavern and claiming him as your own. Your hips hurl onto his with finality and the blonde stiffens beneath you, trembling fingers pressing into your skin. A loud groan rattles both of your bodies as his load spills into you, coating your womb in his sticky release as you continue to drop onto his searing cock slowly. When he comes down from his high he squeezes your waist gently to signal you to stop, sitting back with his jaw hung open slightly, laboured and choppy breaths making his sculpted chest rise and fall sharply.

You let him pull you into his embrace, his large biceps caging you against his chest as he tries to catch his breath. It’s peaceful laying in his arms, the post-orgasm bliss thriving and filling the entire cabin of the vehicle in a hot and sweet scent. Or maybe that was just Bakugou— you subtly sniff his skin and smile, the caramel-like aroma from his exertion wafting off of him. He’s warm, and somehow even though his muscles are rock-hard beneath you, his embrace is soft. You nuzzle into his neck as his fingers glide over your moist back, arms locked around your waist.

Neither of you say a word, two heartbeats thumping rapidly against each other as you enjoy each other’s presence. The both of you desperately cling to this moment of serenity, knowing that soon enough you’ll have to go back to normal, and this will have just been another “last time.”  

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[slvtbible]

G O L D

chapter one

summary: [y/n is a young stripper who is adored by many men. harry styles is a man who loves to carry danger with him]

word count: 4222

pairing: stripper!y/n and gangleader!harry

warnings: violence, vulgar language, sexual acts, alcohol and drug

to be honest, i was a little hesitant to post it here and i don’t know if this story will blow up on tumblr or get many notes but that’s the last thing on my mind right now. i just want to share what i’ve been working on that kept you guys waiting for almost a year lol sorry about that. But yes, she’s finally here!! I posted first on wattpad before i put it here, I felt like the only way to reach out more people to read it it’s through that. And also, i decided to use a name on wattpad but I’d use the term ‘y/n’ on tumblr. Enjoy it all my loves! Give me feedbacks!💜

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Harry fixes the collar of his sheer black shirt before tucking it neatly inside the black trousers he's currently wearing. He normally goes something more extravagant for going out. His closet is filled with colourful ruffles and Hawaiian shirts along with 'more than one colour' suits. However tonight, he needs to lay low for a bit. Especially when he's about to step into one of the most famous strip clubs in New York in an hour to meet up with the manager.

He's very much aware of the reputation he has put on himself out there. Though there's no use of camouflage and hiding, he still doesn't want a cause a scene,

Yet.

His hand lifts a bottle of Tom Ford from the dresser before spraying it twice on his neck. Stepping away from the full length mirror, he grabs his cross necklace from the bed before putting the accessory around his neck as he walks out of the room.

"Talk to me Reece" his heavy accent echoes the hallway as he walks downstairs, watching his few men pocketing their weapons,

Reece, the brown skinned man with tattoos nods. "He's there. Just got a word from Bianco. He appears isn't expecting you, Boss. However I do believe he knows you're coming soon. The club is far too crowded than usual but Bianco is taking care of that right now." He informs, showing him the message on the phone,

Harry can only scoff, nodding at him as a thank you. "That son of a bitch should've. Owes me more than fucking money." He mutters, inserting the .45 ACP inside his gun holster. "The car's ready?"

Nodding, Reece leads Harry down towards the basement. "As requested. Lamborghini Murcielago in blue hera. Pack with 640 PS and 471 kW, rules around 213 mph if you consider on hit and run. Still, I pack a standard Aeropack wing if you wanna go slow tonight. The windows? Bulletproof. In case anyone tries to kill you." Harry knows he's only joking about the last part. No one dares try to kill him before he does it. It's a pattern that everyone knows by now.

Harry lets out a low whistle, softly shaking his head as the machine beauty appears. Tracing lightly with his ring cladded fingers along the hood of the car. "Not planning to hit and run tonight, Reece. Not even thinking about racing down the street with my weapon outside the window. You don't have anything more. . . Less attractive?" He questions, still staring at the gorgeous car ahead of him,

"You know I don't do less, boss." Reece winks playfully, laughing to himself as he watches Harry roll his eyes. "Besides. Who knows you'll get yourself a bird tonight, eh? Take her out on a stroll before bringing her home to your place. Women love fast cars." He comments, pressing the button on the keys as the door opens,

Humming as a response, Harry walks towards the driver's seat, "I don't date anymore, thought my right hand man knew tha' " He speaks, words laced with seriousness while grabbing the keys from Reece's fingers,

He can only sigh and nod his head. "Understood. Yet, Kendra is like what? Two years ago? Gotta get yourself something better, boss. You deserve it. So do it tonight." He suggests, watching him going inside the car before shutting the door,

Harry smiles a bit, inserting the keys inside the ignition before starting the car. "Noted."

The dark haired man steps away from the car. Giving Harry a salute. "I'll be right behind you. See you there."

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Y/N Y/L/N stands in front of the mirror as she applies another layer of red lipstick on her plump lips. Securing the tube back as she puckers her mouth to see if it fits the colour for tonight. She twirls, watching carefully how the gold lingerie clads perfectly around her breasts and down to her curvy hips and thick thighs.

She stops once her plump ass is facing the mirror, admiring how beautiful and big her bum is in the lingerie. It's a compliment really. She loves working out to give her bum a bit bigger. It's not that she hopes she'll gain attention from people, she just loves her body. She worships every piece of it despite what other people think of it. Insecurity was her biggest enemy but not anymore. After reading lots of books and poems about self love she learns that there's nothing she should be ashamed of.

Grabbing a bottle of lotion from her table, she squeezes the bottle into her hand before rubbing her bum with the cold cream, rubbing it neatly to make sure she doesn't miss a spot.

Another thing, she loves moisturizing her plump flesh before the show. It's sexy

"Joe is asking for you." She hears a voice coming from behind, craning her neck to see her closest co-worker Violet, already in her usual purple wig and attire as she stands beside Angelina. "I love working as a stripper but he really needs to learn to be patient and. . . shut up, i guess?"

Y/N releases a small laugh, moving her long dark wavy hair to rest on her chest. "I know, I know. Jesus, I've told him fifteen minutes prior that I'll take longer than usual." She slips on her gold heels and turns to face Violet, who's biting her lip as she stares at Angelina's body up and down. "Okay, how do i look?"

Violet raises her eyebrow, as if it's something her friend shouldn't be asking. "You kidding? You look like a sex goddess. Gonna get all the men on their knees for you, girl"

Scoffing, she shoots her a wink and a flirtatious smile. "Old men with beer bellies? No thanks. I'd rather make out with Gordon." She replies, seemingly disgusted about the thought of grinding on an old man's lap tonight.

"Is that a bet I hear?" Violet questions, leaning towards her a bit as she waits for her friend’s response. "Please tell me that it is so I can earn extra cash tonight."

Gordon is a perverted bartender that always keeps his eye on Y/N throughout her routine. He's 40 and is always asking Angelina on a 'date' and by date, he means her ass on his lap. Clearly something Y/N isn't too fond of. Him specifically. Violet and Y/N have always made a joke about him, something they could make a playful banter in every chance they get.

Plus, she heard he's married. Isn't he supposed to find another job rather than here? If his wife found out what kind of a sleaze bag she married, she would be crushed,

Rolling her eyes, Y/N shoves her playfully by the arm. "Ha ha, very funny" she answers, resuming to untangle her hair from knots.

Violet laughs, pinching her on the hip as she lets outa small squeal. "Just messing with you, baby. Good luck out there. Put the rest of us to shame tonight. . . Like any other night"

Y/N flips her off, yet knowing it's the truth. She's not trying to sound like a condescending bitch here but none of the girls here are actually capable to do what Y/N does. That's what makes men attracted to her. She knows what she's doing. She knows how to make a man hard.

"By the way, you heard what Joe's talking about earlier?" Violet asks, toeing off her heels as she exhales a relief sigh. "Damn those heels are killing me" She mumbles,

"No... What's about?" She turns her head to face Violet for her to explain, causing her to shrug her shoulders,

"Don't know much about it. . . But i hear Harry Styles is coming here to meet up with him. Something about transaction or shit" She waves it off, whispering it to Y/N, looking around to make sure no one is eavesdropping,

She almost chokes on her saliva after hearing Violet says the name. "Harry Styles?! The. . . mafia boss of New York..?" Her eyes widen at the possibility of the most dangerous man in the city paying a visit to the place she works at,

Nodding, Violet answers, "Yup. That Harry Styles. He's the devil. Let's hope this place doesn't turn into a war zone."

Y/N has heard about this Harry guy. The most feared man of New York. She does know a little bit of the relations between Joe and Mr. Styles. Almost every night she could hear Joe freaking out about this man. She may not know him that close, hell she had never even met him in person but people talk. One thing she learned about hearing his reputation, you don't ever want to mess with this guy.

Violet snaps her fingers to snap Y/N out of her thoughts. "Less worrying, girl. Come on, you got a show to put on yes?"

"Y-yeah. Fuck. . . now i'm scared" She breathes out, looking at her reflection in the mirror one last time. Calming down her mind.

After giving Violet a kiss on a cheek and receiving a tap on her ass, she takes a deep breath as she opens the beaded curtain and walk out to the club. Jhene Aiko is playing through the speakers, thanks to her who chose the music for tonight. She can already feel all eyes on her as she struts down confidently, putting on a smirk and winking at couple of men here and there. As much as it disgusts her, she grazes her hand along a man's arm who's biting his lip and looking at her up and down.

'What the fuck did i do to deserve this?' she thinks to herself, staring at the man in front of her who's probably the same age as her father. The thought of it makes her gag,

She gives the man a wink before getting up on the stage, hearing a few hollers from behind. reaching out to wrap her hand around the silver pole and her leg hooking up to support her body. Slowly twirling with her head thrown back and closes her eyes with money being toss at her direction before letting go and crutching down on her knees, moving close towards the same man earlier. He slips in a couple of hundred dollar bills inside her panties, causing the others to do the same.

This may be not how she pictures her success but damn, by the end of the week, her bank account can go from three to six digits.

She's definitely gonna hold on to that,

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It takes Harry close to thirty minutes to get here. He blames it all on the traffic, cursing to himself every time he stops at red lights. He parks his car close to the entry before he exits from the vehicle. He looks over his shoulder to find a familiar black car driving towards her, noting to himself it's Reece's. Seeing him wave his hand to make sure he's coming in later.

He clears his throat, clenching his jaw as he walks into the club. Reece wasn't lying, the club is too packed for tonight. As if God knew what is about to get down tonight and isn't going to let him get away with witnesses. He really needs to play safe for a while tonight.

As he strides through the room to find a table he has reserved for, a few half naked girls walk right pass him, stroking his exposed chest and grabbing his shoulders. Most of them are gorgeous and he's tempted to touch their soft skin yet he has to hold it. Not that he isn't interested because he's definitely taking someone back to his place tonight--fucking Reece had to be right-- but he needs to get his head in the game for at least an hour before planning to do so.

Gently, he pulls back a chair for him to sit. He specifically asks for the furthest table so no one can figure out what he's about to do tonight. A glass of whiskey has been set on his table before he got here, waiting for Joe's arrival. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Reece and Bianco walking over to his table. One of them gives him a nod to acknowledge his presence.

Harry lifts the glass up to his lips and take a sip of it. Honestly, he hates doing all of this dirty work. Sure, he's the boss. But he despises complicated things. He should've known not to trust Joe about anything, yet when he begged on his knees with a gun knocked against his head as he spat out a bunch of threats to the weakened man, he thought why not? If Joe didn't get to fulfill his demands, he gets to kill him either way. It's always a pleasure for him to do so.

"Mr. Styles! Ay, i'm so happy to see you. You look a lot cleaner than i saw you the last time, eh?" Joe's voice causes Harry's green eyes averts from the scene on the crowd. His eyebrows are knitted, jaw tightened as he taps his fingers against the table, causing the rings he's wearing to knock.

He owes him money worth $50,000. And this man had the nerve to walk in and act like nothing happened.

He is definitely going to kill him.

"Stop with all that shit and sit the fuck down. You owe me something Joe." Harry warns, pointing at him as Harry's men forces the dark haired male to sit down making him gulp. "You owe me 50 grand for that package you piece of shit."

Joe couldn't feel more terrified as he catches a glimpse of Harry's gun on the table, facing towards him. "I know Harry, I know. I didn't forget, okay? It's just the money is tight right now. The girls aren't getting the amount of money they used to be getting." Joe tries to reason but Harry isn't having any of it,

"Stop being a fucking pussy and blame your girls for the money you've lost. I'm running out of patience here, Joe. If you don't give me the money by the end of the week, you're a dead man. I still have one body bag left in my car and I wouldn't mind writing your name on it." Harry grits his teeth, looking at him with a dark look in his eyes. Hand gripping tightly around the glass

"No man, I need more than that. Please, I'll do whatever you ask me to. You will have your money man I promised." Joe begs, looking at Harry with hopeful eyes.

Harry finds it quite disgusting to see someone like him beg for mercy-- for the second time--or anything at all to be honest. He find that gesture is weak and vulnerable which makes him very easy to manipulate over. "I don't give out second chances."

Joe hears a gun clicks behind, he doesn't need to know what's going on. He knows one of the two men behind him is ready to blow his brains out. "Harry man. . . One more. . . Give me one more"

Harry isn't a patient man. He doesn't want people beg. He doesn't want him to beg. But he finds it interesting to see how it goes, playing along this little game of his.

"Fine. you give me your best girl and i'll give you two months." Harry offers, cocking his eyebrow as he leans back to relax himself. "No more than that."

Joe's eyes widen at Harry's demand. It's impossible to collect a 50 grand in two months, especially when he's short on it. He needs more than that. Still, he thinks two months is better than nothing. "Okay. . . Agreed. Just tell me which girl you want or-or i could bring one or two here, man. Take your pick."

Harry can only hum in response, scanning his eyes over the scene. Dozens of girls dancing on stage, few of them even has their bras taken off. It seems to him, none of these girls on the room is his type.

Until his green eyes fall on a certain slightly curvy woman with her leg wrapped around the pole.

Her long dark hair brushing lightly against the floor as she bend her back a bit. He observes the way her body move so dirty yet gracefully around the pole,  the way she bites onto her pink glossed lips and how her brown eyes manage to flirt with the crowd and had them lure into her eyes including himself. He swears this girl just steps out of his daydreams. She looks perfect.

He admires how she circle her hips painfully slow, jealous how he isn't close enough to watch her plump flesh near his strong figure.

"Her. I want her" Harry points at the girl he can't take his eyes off. His voice sounds too possessive but he doesn't care if he does. He's too enhanced with the way she moves on that stage and he loves how she swats those dirty hands who seems desperate to cope a feel with a dirty look on her face.

'Seems like a fighter' he thinks to himself

"Y/N? You want her?" Joe asks after he realises who Harry's pointing at.

"Y/N? That's a gorgeous name. She's not taken is she? Not that i care anyway. She's a dime from what i can see here." He says, not tearing his eyes off of her while he sips on his drink. "You're gonna give me her to me aren't you?" Harry asks, his eyes are threatening enough for Joe so he nods his head as a response.

"Yes. Of course. If that's what you want."

"Fuck yes i do. Bring me to one of your rooms. I want a private from her" He demands before gulping down his drink, standing up to head over to the back. Not before glancing at the gorgeous woman one last time who stuffs a few dollar bills in her panties.

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After what it feels like forever dancing on stage and have men whistling at her to go over and give them more, she finally sit herself down on a chair in her dressing room and take a deep breath. Moaning in relief as she pulls her heels off while setting her timer on because she only has thirty minutes to rest before going back out there again. She leans back against the chair, sighing in a pure bliss.

She can hear a few girls talking and laughing while preparing themselves for their performance tonight, wishing she could just join in because Violet informs her earlier there's some juicy gossip she needs to talk about but she cant take it. She's too tired.

She has only closes her eyes for 10 minutes until a familiar voice speaks out,

"Where's Y/N?"

She groans internally. Can never mistake that voice soon as she hears it. Her manager, who sounds like he's panting, voice firm as if is an emergency to call her out like that. Y/N still has her eyes shut as she raises her hand up, not having the energy to respond.

"Okay, good. Y/N. You don't need to go back out there again. There's a special guest I need you to entertain. He's already waiting in the red room."

She nods and hum, only to realize what he means as her eyes bugs out.

Wait, what?

She's quick to turn around, brows furrows and mouth hangs open, not believing what she has just heard. "Pardon?"

"There's a man. A guy who I work with, waiting in one of the rooms. He specifically asked for you. I need you to at least give him an hour." Joe notifies, running his hand over his face as if he's stressed about something,

"You want me to give a lap dance to your co-worker?" She raises her eyebrow, not believing what he just asked her

Joe sighs angrily, "it's technically not--Y/N... please. No more questions, just go over there."

"Who's the guy?" she ignores his orders as she stands, crossing her arms across her chest. "Jesus, fuck. I really need my hair to breath" she mutters, brushing down her long dark brown hair,

"Harry Styles."

Y/N freezes in an instant. Looking up to stare at Joe in the eye to see if he's joking, he can only nod his head to confirm her questioning look. " you're shitting me."

"I'm not," Joe replies, walking over to her, not wanting the other girls to hear. "Y/N, I owe him money. I haven't got them yet and--"

She scoffs, rolling her eyes and continue messing with her hair a bit more. "Not my problem."

He reaches out to grab her elbow, pulling her harshly causing her to stumble a bit. "Y/N, please... He wanted to kill me out there earlier. The guy brought a gun for God's sake. He gave me a month but until then... he wants you."

"You know i'm not a hooker" Y/N defeatedly sighs. She wants to help him, she does but it sounds like he's selling her off for a month to this notorious and dangerous guy who is named to be the deadliest man alive by the people of New York.

She loves money but no fucking way she's willing to die for it.

"I didn't say you were" He roughly says, hand gripping tightly on her arm. "Just... do it" He let her go, tired of the waiting because he doesn't want to make Harry pissed off now,

The girl sighs angrily, squeezing her eyes shut as she hesitates for a while. What the fuck did she get herself into?

"Fine. just give me a moment."

Giving her a smile, Joe thanks her by giving her a kiss on the cheek, telling her the door number Harry is in before walking out of the room. Soon after he walks out, she feels sick in her stomach. How could she ever go face to face with a man with blood in his hands? She's about to give this man a lap dance. Who knew he might've ask for more?

So now, as she finishes re-applying a layer of red lipstick, she heads out. Walking to the back of the room in a slow pace. Heart beating loud and fast as she's about to come face to face with this man. Still, she needs to play it cool. God really fucking hates her,

If he really does exists.

She takes a deep breath before opening the brown door carefully, pushing it open. Her knees almost buckle at the sight of Harry Styles, lounging on the leather couch. A cigarette squeeze between his fingers. legs spread open as if it's an invitation already made for her. His head turns towards the door, a smirk graces upon his face.

She's not going to lie. He is indeed dashingly handsome. With his arms resting on the back of the couch making his biceps look a bit bigger. He's got killer looks too. she studies. Sexy smile, and stubble which creates a sexier look on his face. She catches a glimpse of a silver cross necklace resting against his broad chest. His eyes are sharp. Looking at her up and down with his bottom lip bitten between his teeth.

"My, my" he lowly whistles, watching her every move as she enters the room. Locking the door behind her. "I wasn't wrong. You are a fucking dime."

Y/N giggles-- though feeling scared shitless-- and run her hands over her hair as she struts her way towards his figure. Purposely swaying her ass side to side a bit to tease him. "Mr.Harry Styles. . . I heard a lot about you. Word on the street is that you're a man that likes to carry a danger" she smirks seductively as she stands in between his open legs, dragging her finger slowly down her chest.

Her angelic voice is like music to his ears,

"Yeah?" he smirks, eyes falling to the curve of her breasts. "Hope that doesn't scare you, doll. All i want is a dance from you, that's all. I also heard that you are their favourite girl. After seeing you danced on that stage, I now know why."

Again, she giggles. A small blush creeping on her cheeks, hopefully he doesn't see it. "You're a flirt aren't you, Harry? You do this to every girl?"

He places his hands slowly on her plump ass, he doesn't know if he's allowed to touch but he doesn't give a shit. She seems isn't bothered by it. He wants this girl and he wants her now.

"Only to those who i find interesting, baby. Now, are you going to show me what you got?" He asks, looking up to meet her brown eyes as he squeezes her flesh.

With a devilish smirk, she slowly sets herself down on his lap which causes him to let out a soft groan. She runs her hands down to his tattooed chest and toys with his cross necklace for a bit before whispering in his ear, "sit tight and relax, Mr. Styles. I'll be your good girl for tonight"

next chapter

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i really don’t want to write a super long chapter, because i’m afraid it’ll bore you guys so maybe--i hope-- this is enough. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this first chapter, let me know if you guys hate it or love it! I’ll appreciate it. love you guys!

#harry styles x reader #harry styles blurbs #harry styles imagines #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfictions #dom!harry #dom!harry styles #mafia!harry #mafia!harry styles #gang!harry #gangleader!harry #daddy!harry #daddy!harry styles

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First of all, big apologies to the six people above who asked me about this song over a month ago when it came out. I understand what Nakata meant when he said he only knows a song is finished when he hits his deadline – I could’ve easily let this sit another week and came back and messed with it more lmao.

If you want the short and simple of it: it’s nice, with all that piano it’s sort of reminiscent of jelly (aside from the WOF thing which I’ll, uh, get into below), it’s great to see Toshiko in one of their MVs again (and Nakata directing which hasn’t happened since ’07) though I’m not wild about the video per se. I guess in a broad sense I would say I like it, it’s a return to form for him and infinitely more enjoyable than anything he’s done with his “officially solo” material, but I could also fully understand if someone thought it was boring.

For my actual thoughts on it...

Hikari no Disco (ひかりのディスコ; Light Disco) as a whole package is sort of unusually mired in nostalgia. It’s got all that densely layered, classic style Nakata’s best known for which has been largely absent from his other projects over the past six years of CAPSULE (god I still don’t like the all-uppercase stylization) being in live-shows-only mode. As a piece of music it has an endearing sense of comfort and awe; it amuses the listener with odd little vocal modulations (my favorite is at 2:02), pointed percussive moments, and a strong piano backbone that work in tandem to give it character and charm. It even eschews the club-ready rinse-and-repeat of Nakata’s past compositions for capsule in favor of something very traditionally pop: an actual, proper break right before the song’s climax. Maybe it’s not a stretch to say all the tiny flourishes and embellishments in Hikari are a pure reflection of Nakata finally finding some kind of reason to go back to capsule – the overly bombastic (and loud) way the track opens feels like a curtain unveiling, like somebody pointing to capsule and going “hey, look at this!”

Though there is a bit of an elephant in the room here and that would be the recurrence of the motif from WORLD OF FANTASY (the repeating pattern of twelve-ish notes) which defined that track ten years ago. For the person who mentioned him recycling material, he did say in his Real Sound interview that he deliberately sampled it, but despite my agreeing with him in that it’s a good motif I have a few issues with its reappearance in Hikari. It’s such a specific and memorable facet of a previous track in their discography that its inclusion here feels like a sister song has been created rather than an entirely new work. Not only that, but Nakata went one step further with this callback and basically reimagined the entire music video for WOF as well. He’s definitely not a stranger to self-reference within his music but it normally seems to occur under incidental circumstances, and since historically capsule isn’t a music unit that does a lot of looking back, it comes across strangely for longtime listeners. Nostalgia and sampling oneself aren’t inherently bad, the problem here is that it doesn’t do enough to transform its inspiration point into a solidly new work. I spend both the song and music video just thinking about WORLD OF FANTASY and comparing the two in my mind.

Which, speaking of new works, you probably don’t need me to tell you this brings absolutely nothing new to the table for Nakata’s standard. I’m mixed on whether or not I could call this a detraction, because on one hand I’ve believed for years that he could stand to break out of his comfort zone musically and really try wholly different things (CAPS LOCK is an example), but on the other hand I recognize that capsule’s first new track in six years may not be the place to expect that. I think my concerns right now are for an album that’ll be too self-referential and maybe too focused on being something people remember liking from over a decade ago. (I mean, even their new artist photo is a goofy MORE! MORE! MORE! reference. Love the gloves, though.)

Lyrically Hikari is even more nostalgic, verging on the same type of sweetness present in past capsule songs like FRUITS CLiPPER’s dreamin dreamin and FLASH BACK’s Eternity. I often find myself fixating on the line “この身体にまだ / 慣れてないけど” (“Though I’m still not used to this body”); it strikes me as a strange thing to say in a song that’s otherwise teeming with sentimentality and familiar words (disco, stars, sparkling, landing, lights). Is the speaker meant to be an alien that got turned into a human? Are they now a 41-year-old grappling with age? Am I reading into things here? To answer the person who asked what the song “means,” it’s really up to your interpretation and how you relate to it. For me it’s a song about the lights of the city at dusk, the lights of the club and, just maybe, the lights inside all of our hearts. (That was awful. I’m kidding.)

The music video is an anomaly in that it is apparently Nakata’s return to the director’s seat after a fourteen-year absence from helming this aspect of capsule. While video direction isn’t exactly his forté, nor has it ever seemed like a passion of his, I’ve always enjoyed the outside-the-box approach that yielded visual works like Retro Memory’s stylish, static angle lounge singer concept and Glider’s quirky portrayal of the afterlife, or something. Despite what I said earlier, Hikari is equally helped by the immediate parallel the viewer will draw between it and the music video for WORLD OF FANTASY – it’s almost as if (note: he did not say this! I’m speculating!) Nakata revisited WOF and felt dissatisfied by director Tani Atsushi’s “night drive through Tokyo but make it Blade Runner on a budget.” As someone who never particularly cared for that MV, I have to praise what Hikari does differently with the same basic premise. Here, Toshiko is shown through a neutral lens that chooses not to highlight her body as she gets into a Honda Prelude, an older car almost utterly devoid of the cool points earned by WOF’s Lamborghini. The core of Hikari’s intrigue is in anachronism: the car is from the 1980s, but the road Toshiko is driving on didn’t exist at that time, so when does the music video take place? They carefully include a shot of Tokyo Tower, a symbol of pre-2010s Tokyo, and exclude the much newer Skytree. There’s also the appearance of the cassette tape from which the single’s cover art and central nostalgic ethos are derived. Where WOF followed expectations of an ultra-sleek futuristic cityscape, Hikari is subversive in only the way something with Nakata’s direct involvement could be. It does it all with an unsteadily amateurish camera, a fixation on the unfocused glittering lights of the city, and an intense 3D-effect filter that brings to mind Sugarless GiRL, his last directorial work.

Though as charmingly set up as Hikari is, the video – and Toshiko – ultimately go nowhere. Not that capsule’s music videos were ever particularly story-driven (the animated sci-fi trilogy notwithstanding), nor do they need to be, but there’s a one-note sameness that permeates Hikari and leaves me wanting more. This is especially glaring in the way the video ends with in-car audio and prolonged silence, suggesting something is about to happen, but nothing does. As the music itself ended I found myself desperately hoping for a visual conclusion to go with it: maybe she’d answer a phone call, or arrive at her destination and get out, but the MV just sort of...stops. Legend has it she’s still driving to this day.

Overall the music video does its job better than any other capsule MV between 2010 and now, and the musical nostalgia here is a fun diversion even if it isn’t exactly introducing new ideas. I’m presently just confused about the status of the album (and whether something as jarringly old-school as Utsusemi will get tacked on there) but capsule’s not really followed consistent scheduling since they moved to Warner/ASOBISYSTEM. Maybe next time they drop something I’ll be more conscientious of the timing of answering questions about it though, lol.

#messages #capsule #Hikari no Disco #i really wrote ~1000 words about this... #and i didn't even say everything i could've said #oh well

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Letting Loose

Part SIX

This series is TICKLE related.

Series Summary:  You’re the little sister of the one and only Captain America. You’re also the youngest girl on the team, so that automatically makes you the avengers’ little princess. And they spoil you as such. They have become your amazing family and you don’t know where you’d be without them. This series will show random adventures and fluffy events in the daily life of the reader and her family, along with an unexpected turn later on as you read. 

A/N: I’m so excited to be writing this series! This is my first time writing one and I’m a bit nervous but I hope it all goes well. :) The first few chapters will be about random events, not really following a timeline until Chapter 9. Hope you enjoy!

I feel like this one is kinda bad, idk lol

Word Count: 2,419

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Sunday afternoon. You were walking to the gym to practice some dances when you heard some people talking in one of the common rooms. You decided to walk in there and see what they were talking about. 

“Alright, we’ll leave first thing in the morning.” Bucky stated, pausing and smiling lightly when he saw you come in. You pouted and looked at him, Nat, and Wanda with sad eyes. 

“You guys are leaving? On a mission?” You ask. So soon too? They exchanged looks and gave you an apologetic smile. 

“Yeah, it was sudden. They need us in Bali. We’ll only be gone two days. It’s a small mission, nothing too serious, that’s why it’s just us.” Wanda smiled. That made you feel a little better, since they weren’t gonna be gone too long. You nodded and smiled a bit, leaving to go practice. 

When you left, the three exchanged awkward looks, Nat finally speaking up. “I’ll take the kids out somewhere and explain a little more about the mission, hopefully that will make them not worry too much.” She hummed. Bucky nodded and watched as Nat left to go tell you and Peter.

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You were almost done with your dance when Nat came in with Peter trailing behind. “Hey.” You panted. Nat smiled and nodded to the door. 

“I’m gonna take you guys to the park. Come on, get dressed. We’ll take the Lamborghini.” She smirked. You smiled widely and quickly made your way to your room. Nat always had a thing for nice cars so every time she’d go somewhere, she’d borrow some of Tony’s cars. 

You took a record time shower and put on a simple outfit, running downstairs to the garage to meet them. You and Peter raced over to the passenger side, pushing each other over. “I call shotgun!” You chirped, beating Peter to the door. He groaned and jumped into the back seat, you milking the moment by doing a victory dance and sticking your tongue at him quickly.

You had convinced Nat to get you both ice cream and you were very excited, now walking through the park with a cone of your favorite. You all stopped to sit at a bench, Nat smirking down at the both of you, taking off her sunglasses before resting her elbow on the back of the bench. “So. I just thought I’d bring you guys here to discuss the mission a little bit more.” You both nodded, taking another lick of your ice cream. “We leave tomorrow, come back Wednesday. It’s not a mission to be worried about, we just need to extract some information from a former HYDRA worker but now he’s selling illegal weapons in the Black Market. We need to disguise as VIP guests at a sales party and find out as much as we can about this guy to track down all his associates and shut down his business. Nothing much, we’ll get it done.” She smiled. You nodded, a little more relieved about the situation. 

“So, if something goes wrong and they find out who you are?” You lead, looking up at her. She smirks, giving you a sure look. 

“That’s not gonna happen.” She soothed. You smiled and sat back, satisfied with the answer. Nat was, well, she was Black Widow. A spy. She knew what she was doing. That’s why she was in charge of this mission. 

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You were now home and chilling on the couch with Peter and Vision was in the kitchen attempting to make Wanda something. After a while of you and Peter cracking jokes about characters on the tv, Vision got curious as to all the slang you both were using. 

“Oh my god, look at that man!” You gushed dramatically, pointing to some guy on tv that was standing at an angle that showed his profile. “The booty do be thicc tho.” You smirked, looking at Peter with an impressed expression. Peter laughed and rolled his eyes.

“Chile, anyways, so..” He chuckled. You smiled and both continued to reference memes and slang, only confusing Vision more. 

“He really is flexing on us with those abs.”

“I bet you’re salty right now cause you don’t have a butt as thick as him.”

“I’m really bout to clap you for that comment.”

“I’m just spilling the tea, sis.”

“Children, may I ask what those things mean?” Vision asked from his place in the kitchen, catching you and Peter’s attention. 

“What what means?” You asked. Vision came closer into the living room and clasped his hands together politely.

“Those... words you were using a second ago. Thick, and... tea, and flexing. What do those mean?” 

You and Peter looked at each other, smirking widely at the exact same time. “Come, sit with us Vision.” You said in a dramatically polite way, motioning towards the couch and crossing your legs. “We shall teach you what we know.” 

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You and Peter were snickering in your room, laughing at how funny it was to see Vision so confused. You both had finally gotten him to understand all the references, memes, and quotes you two were using, and encouraged him to use them in his daily routine. At that moment, Wanda came in your room with her arms crossed. 

“What did you guys do to Vision?” She asked accusingly. You pursed your lips, trying to keep yourself from smiling. She caught this and narrowed her eyes at you before coming closer. “Were you guys messing with Vision? He’s been using all of these analogies and words I only hear you two use. What did you do?” She asks again, this time poking your side as a warning. 

You flinched and held in a giggle, covering your side. “N-Nothing.” You said nervously. She gave you a look that confirmed she didn’t believe it and fluttered her fingers around your neck. “Ack!” You squeaked, scrunching up your shoulders and giggling as her long fingers raked around your neck and collarbone. “Nohohoho!” 

She smirked and slithered her fingers into your ribs, digging in the spaces. “Were you guys messing with him? You know that’s not nice; it’s not his fault he doesn’t understand teenage slang.” She sang, smiling wider when your giggles turned desperate and you fell back on the bed. She took that opportunity to get your belly, that was now exposed by your shirt riding up. Her tickles were gentle, but they tickled like crazy, especially on your belly. You squealed when she traced her nails along your waistline, kicking your legs out.

“okahahahay! ihihim sohohohorry!” You pleaded. Peter had gotten out of the way, giggling at you from a distance. 

“Is that a real, honest apology, or just a ticket to get me to stop.” She chuckled, pausing her attack to let you speak. 

“Yehehes, I’m sohohorry for picking on your manz.” You panted. Peter chuckled and Wanda rolled her eyes, standing back. You giggled as you watched her carefully, to make sure she wasn’t going to tickle you again. “But he did catch up pretty fast though, you gotta give him that.” You chirped, shrugging an arm. Wanda scoffed and turned around to leave. 

“Leave Vision alone.” She warned before closing the door. You sighed in relief and laid back on your bed. Peter also sat back down once the coast was clear and you both resumed your hilarious conversation about Vision.

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After dinner and helping the team clean up, you and Peter decided to jump in the pool for a bit and swim. You couldn’t be there too late though, because tomorrow was Monday and you had school. Also, you had to get up extra early because you wanted to see Bucky, Nat and Wanda off for their mission. Nonetheless, you and Peter were going to have a sleepover in your room. You usually have one every weekend but since you didn’t have one Friday night, you weren’t gonna break tradition.

You and Peter were splashing each other, laughing freely and flinching as water hit your faces. The sun was going down so it was getting cooler, making the water more refreshing to be in. Tony came out into the yard with some popsicles in his hands, standing at the edge of the pool. “Want some?” 

Peter gasped, quickly swimming towards the edge to get his popsicle, you following close behind. “Thanks Tony!” You both smiled. Tony hummed and nodded, going back inside. You sat at the stairs of the pool while Peter stood at the shallow end. After you had finished, you both swam for about 10 more minutes before drying up and going inside. 

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You both showered and got into your PJs before meeting in your room. You brought lots of snacks from downstairs and you were watching a movie on your bed. It was about 9:30 now, and the movie was almost finished. Almost all of your snacks were done and now you were just laying there, hugging your pillow and laying on your side, facing the tv. 

“Do you think I’ll get chest hair soon?” Peter asked out of nowhere. You spluttered, looking over at him with a brow raised. You decided to mess with him a bit, like you love to do.

“Ay ay ay, Peter, chest hair grows when you become a man.” You smirked. Peter gave you a wary look but you decided to keep going. “Even I have my chest hairs, where are yours?” You teased, poking around his chest. Peter sucked his teeth before grabbing the pillow behind his head and whacking you with it.

You gasped and let out shocked laughter, deciding it was time to fight. “Okay..” You slowly got up, standing in the mattress and puffing your chest out. “You wanna fight, bro?!” You asked. Peter instantly got up, copying your stance and beating his chest once.

“Bring it on, giggles! you know I’ll win anyway!” He sang. You felt your face heat up and growled, commencing the fight. You grabbed his shoulders, pushing down to try to bring him down to the ground but he swiped his legs under you, letting you fall on your back. You immediately start to giggle, just like he knew you would, and shook his head with a smile. 

You stood up and grabbed him in a headlock, moving your leg behind him and kicking behind his knee to take him down. It finally worked and you both fell on the bed, you landing on top of him. Peter chortled and wrapped his arms and legs around you like a koala, and held your back to his chest. You grunted and fought against it, launching yourself forward with force to try to break his grip. However, your attempts were short lived when he began to rapidly pinch your sides, up and down. You yelped and let out surprised laughter. 

“Nohoho! Peter stohohop, no tihihickling!” You cried. Peter laughed and flipped you over, now straddling you. You pushed at his knees to get him off but he quickly stopped it by slipping his hands under your arms. With a loud squeal, you brought your arms to your sides and threw your head back in ticklish agony. “Crahahahap!” 

Peter giggled along with you and tased his fingers in the middle of your belly, eliciting your loud belly laughter. You arched your back and pushed at his hands. You were able to grab them and you held them tight in your hands. Peter paused, letting you think you had a chance to keep him at bay. “I told you I’d win, giggles.”

“Thihihis isn’t fahahair!” You cried, keeping his hands away. Peter raised his brows and looked at you in mock concern. 

“Oh, really? You don’t say.” He gasped before ripping his hands out of your grip and tickled your hips, causing you to convulse under him. You let out squeaky laughter, making Peter chuckle at you. 

“NOHOHOOO!” You howl, slowly dissolving into silent laughter, trying to turn on your belly. Peter snickered and blew a quick raspberry on your neck, right under your jaw line. You screamed, recoiling and slapping at his face and chest. Peter sat back with an eyebrow raised and his mouth open slightly with a smirk. 

“Are you slapping me? Do I need to web your arms down so I can finish up here?” He teased. You immediately howled out apologies.

“NOHOHO I’M SOHOHORRY!” You said, shaking your head. Peter gave you a smug look and lifted your shirt, before grabbing your sides to hold you steady. You threw your head back in defeat, knowing what he was about to do but giggled nervously nonetheless. There was no use trying to talk him out of it. 

You shrieked, your laughter going silent and pushed at his head desperately when you felt him blow the raspberry on your belly button. You were literally just a puddle of uncontrollable giggles when he sat back, watching you with a satisfied smile. “There. I have created a masterpiece!” He gushed, putting his hands on your belly and shaking it furiously, forcing a another bubbly stream of giggles. “An adorable, giggly masterpiece! Muah!” He said, making a chefs kiss before getting off you. 

You turned on your side as soon as his weight was off you and curled into a ball, still letting out residual giggles. “Whyhyhy do you lohohove to torture mehehe.” You said, not really expecting an answer. Peter chuckled and shrugged nonchalantly. 

“Mmm, cause it’s fun!” He smirked. You rolled your eyes and snuggled up in bed, pulling up the covers. After making small talk with him and laughing about different things Flash has attempted to humiliate Peter with, Steve knocked on the door before coming in to check on you guys before going to bed himself. “Hey you guys alright?” 

“Yeah, we’re good.” You chirped, Peter nodding beside you. 

“Alright, well, you guys should get some sleep. You’ve got school tomorrow. Tv off.’“ He hummed, nodding towards the tv. You smirk and roll your eyes playfully.

“Sure, dad.” You quipped, making him tilt his head and give you a pointed glare. 

“Lay off the attitude, will ya? Goodnight.” He shakes his head, closing the door behind him. You smile widely, the both of you bidding him goodnight and get the remote to turn off the tv. You and Peter get comfortable and continue your conversation in the dark, not even noticing that you both fell asleep in the middle of your sentences. 

#ticklish!reader #ticklish #tickle fight #avengers tickle #marvel tickle #tickle fluff #peter x reader #peter parker #avengers #marvel

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MY THOUGHTS ON THE CULLEN CAR PROFILES IN THE GUIDE: PART 1

So I finished reading the Cullen Cars section in the Guide, and guys it is PAINFUL how obviously this was written by, not just a motorhead, but a car nerd.

This section, obviously, was written by Meyer's brother, Jacob. And the end-result was exactly what I was afraid of: each one reads like it was copy-pasted from the promotion pamphlets.

The entries on the more day-to-day cars are full of car-jargon like "lateral acceleration" and "front-biased weight distribution", without telling the reader in any fun way or layman's terms what any of that means, common sense aside. We've all had to listen to a car buff drone at some point and this is that. These entries are just slightly overly technical and don't actually say much about the cars' personalities.

He calls the Porsche "seemingly less race[ing]-inspired" than more expensive super cars, but one of the biggest ways Porsche made a name for themselves was with the original 911's and it was on EUROPEAN RACING STAGES. WTH!!!

WORST OF ALL, THOUGH, are the entries on Edward's Aston Martin and Bella's Ferrari. These are full of goo-goo eyed, rose tinted drivel. It is telling, to me, that these more highly engineered cars don't get much of an info dump about their suspension or advanced technology or any of the stuff we got with the daily drivers. With Edward's Aston we get things like

"... a car that has the looks, performance and competence of a true sports car, while offering enough luxury to call into into question its sporting nature."

And

"While technically (Dude. what? "Technically"? I'm sorry?) a sports car, the British-made Aston is the proper gentleman of the group... made in true British style, every ounce of this car alludes to old-world money, power and manners."

He also calls it merely "competent on racetrack and says its better as a high-performance cruiser when, like, no bro. This was supposed to be the shouty racer and the DB9 is the high performance luxury GT (Grand Tour) car. You utter pillock.

Now I'm not gonna argue any of the praise for the Ferrari because I feel more confident in that, from the testimony of people who've owned one. It was at the time (And may still be, if you aren't that dazzled by the 458) the best car in the world.

That said look at this:

"The car's beautifully designed lines and curves remind the viewer more of classical Italian sculpture than anything related to transportation."

LOL. Now don't get me wrong the Ferrari F430 is a very pretty car.

Not everyone thinks so (and to be fair, once you see the "Smile" in the front end, you can't unsee it), but I do. BUT EVEN I, AN ADMIRER OF THE FANCY CARS, do not think that is, in any way, more related to art than driving. PUH-LEASE. That is a very beautiful car, but it is still just a car. If you want to talk about a car being more closely related to Italian sculpture that transportation, then go find an Alfa Romeo fawn over. Because that really is all they're good for.

Because the thing is, Ferrari are kind of like... how do I wanna put this. Okay well let's say Ferrari are the Gryffindor of the car world. Everyone wants to be a Ferrari owner. They have a long pedigree and they, historically and presently make great cars with all the latest advancements and technology. They're like a black dress or a red rose - no one will argue with the classics. But to me at least, they kind of lack... well, personality. It's kind of taken for granted that a Ferrari is gonna be the best car in any given line-up, without anyone ever actually explaining why. It might be, I think, that Ferrari have become a bit overrated. That's not to say that Ferrari shouldn't be given due respect, especially for something like the F430, but here's where I have an issue.

In my Cullen Car post about Bella's Ferrari, I posed the question: was the Ferrari chosen for Bella because it both captures how Edward has always seen Bella, even before she was strong and beautiful in her own estimation, and because it's user friendly, easy to get the best out of it, and actually, surprisingly, suits her personality pretty well As flashy as the F430 seems at first glance, in it's sleek, low-slung, super car way, it still looks purposeful. It's not ostentatious, other than that it's red. It doesn't over-do it in the way, say, a Lamborghini does. It's not out to grab attention, it's here to do what it loves and is good at and that's driving.

Unfortunately, it turns out my concern was justified, because what Jacob's profile on the F430 has confirmed for me is that Bella's Ferrari was chosen simply because it was the prettiest, most impressive "best" car on the market at the time. Had Breaking Dawn taken place in 2010, it would have been a 458, and that's sad - because that truly wouldn't have suited Bella at all.

Look at it.

I think all of this is because, and this is just speculation, but I'll be willing to bet that Jacob's never actually driven any of these cars. The way it goes with most car enthusiasts, I think, is that we see these super fancy, beautiful cars (these in the pantheon of Super/Hyper half-million dollar cars) and we treat them like celebrities. We form opinions based on their looks, we read reviews of them in Car and Driver and things like that, and from the makers themselves - all venues designed, at the end of the day, to sell them.

I've admitted that a lot of my opinions are formed from watching Top Gear and maybe that doesn't make me any better, but what I like about the reviews done by people like Jeremy Clarkson and Richard Hammond is that they don't skimp on pointing out faults as well as favors, even on cars they love and respect, and they always do it in an entertaining way that holds my attention and gives a sense of personality beyond the car's looks and what their manufacturers say they can do. I can't say I would totally agree with their opinions if I ever did get a chance to drive any of these cars, but I at least I can feel some trust in their experience; and they do discuss all these cars in comparison to other contemporaries, and a lot of the time they disagree too, and that gives me more perspective to work with.

Because, like celebrities, even Ferraris have faults. Just because it's a hugely respected brand, like Aston Martin, doesn't mean that every aspect of that car is gonna be faultless and brilliant. Jacob never mentions the Vanquish's shitty gearbox because Jacob has probably never had to deal with it. Neither have I, but I think a certain degree of circumspection is warranted.

I've spiraled a bit here, I didn't intend to be so long winded, but I'm passionate about this. I'm gonna cut off here and do a part 2.

#cullen cars #edward cullen #bella cullen #twilight saga #twilight renessaince #alice cullen

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OH… OH!!

A brief profile of all agents involved:

Rodan grew up in the same grade as Godzilla and Mothra, although he ran in different (punker) circles. After going to college, starting a PhD program in organic chemistry, getting kicked out for various reasons including fighting with his fellows and Mad Science he ended up renting a room from Mothra while he found work.

He and Goji have an unequal sort of friendship, but it’s genuine. She was the first person to treat him normally after his transition (”hey bitch!” “I’m a man now, thanks.” “oh. hey bastard!”) and she can help him with any trouble he gets into. That being said she also takes him for granted a lot, looking down on him subconsciously for his weakness, his need for connection. On a similarly subconscious level Rodan craves validation as much as he loves conflict and his current friend group gives him both.

The Ghidorah triplets are the head of a multibillion-dollar Danish development company.  Their great extracurricular pleasure is finding ‘slums’, as they call them, and developing them into identical gentrified communities. Breaking whoever tries to protect their neighborhood and culture is part of the game, so Godzilla puts herself right in their sights from day one when they pick her town for their next project.

Haven’t solidified a story for how the Ghidorahs meet Rodan, but at first they see him as a means of getting to Godzilla by tempting one of her friends and supporters away from her. Rodan is super not into it at the beginning, so they go on a weeks-long seduction escapade, tempting him with gifts, displays of power, romantic excursions, etc.

Ichi (Richard) sees it as an extension of the Game, a physical manifestation of showing dominance over the neighborhood, to capture and show dominance over someone in it. He’s very competitive.

Ni (Niels) doesn’t like Rodan a lot at first, but he sucks it up for Ichi’s sake and gets very involved with the strategic aspect of planning their dates and their shows of affection.  Ichi might have the drive, but Ni has the style, and he’s going to make sure the little punk appreciates it, damn it!

San (Sander, or Kevin, Rodan’s affectionate nickname for him) is the first brother to genuinely like Rodan. When he’s not with his brothers he’s a lot more mellow, and he actually tries to get to know him the normal way, no stalking or ridiculously expensive presents involved. Like all the Ghidorahs though, his command on Normal Human Interaction is pretty limited so he takes most of his inspiration from rom-coms and books.  Rodan’s co-workers think it’s hilarious that his very tall european boyfriend shows up every day with a beautifully prepared lunchbox for him.

Eventually Rodan warms up to them and they’re a really good fit altogether. They definitely have a contentious relationship at times, especially Rodan and Ichi - arguing ferociously and then passionately ‘making up’ is like, their love language or something.  Ni is aro/ace, but he and Rodan end up spending a lot of time together just - hanging out and sharing ideas.  Ni doesn’t have any friends outside of his brother and Rodan’s been added to that short list by rite of being around all the time. They develop a mutual appreciation, and being the least dramatic brother means that Ni is usually the first person Rodan goes to with a problem. San is the most affectionate, and he craves approbation even more than Rodan does on his worst days, and Rodan sort of likes being the emotionally stable one for once.

Rodan’s too much for any one person to satisfy, so having three partners works really well for him lol.

Rodan has a sick-ass motorcycle and he makes his own pyrotechnics to use during races and fights. He starts making them for the Ghidorahs, eventually, even though they usually just use their traditional weapons (taser (Ni), gun (Ichi), baseball bat with nails stuck in it (San)).

They have a bunch of different cars, but Ichi likes their gold lamborghini, Ni drives his tesla, and San has a very nice rigged-out motorcycle. 

Of course there’s the whole Battle for their Neighborhood/Rodan the Traitor thing he has to worry about, but…..

Also, Rodan tops the HELL out of all of them (thank you, ckret2. thank you.)

Vaguely au-of-aus: 

- Ichi has to marry someone in order to secure his claim on the family inheritance by same arbitrary deadline. Oh no! Wedding au!

- Rodan doesn’t realize that you can still get pregnant on T and gets knocked up, panics and flies down to Mexico to single-dad his two dumbass kids. Every Atom! au!

- Godzillaland au where the Ghidorahs give up on terraforming the neighborhood and just settle down to be occasional menaces with their shared husband Rodan

- Rodan thinks San’s German at first:

“ah, Guten tag!”

“Heh. We are from Denmark, not germany. But Danke”

*internally* *swedish chef voice* “bjork bjork bjork?”

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