#5.7 Inch

[tmebooklet]

5.7 Inches X 8 Inches Booklets

[bokunoheros]

ཐིཋྀ KINKTOBER DAY 9 - virginity loss : izuku midoriya

warnings : virginity loss (izuku), afab reader, mentions of body counts, non-relationship hookup (but deku has a thing for reader), reader calls izuku “izu”, oral sex (izuku receiving), reader has decent sized boobs, cliffhanger kind of

word count : 840

🐙 note : none

it wasn't really surprising that izuku was a virgin, hell i’m sure anyone could’ve guessed that much. the conversation took a weird turn when discussing izuku’s fated rival; katsuki bakugo. izuku explained that katsuki is a well known bragger who loves to flaunt his body count, he constantly expresses how izuku will never catch up to him and how because the boy has no experience no girl will ever want to sleep with him.

“well… do you wanna have sex with me?”

the question stuns izuku, turning him bright red and causing him to panic, he asks if you’re sure and mumbles about how there’s no way someone like you would ever wanna sleep with someone like him! he continues to go on a ramble about how you’re just so cool and pretty and your quirk is amazing and, and, and–

you stop and put your hands on izuku’s shoulders, he freezes and stares with a blank expression.

“we can have sex izuku, i don’t mind teaching you.”

izuku feels a mix of many emotions; pride, worry, confusion, just to name a few. slowly you drag izuku by the hand into your bed, gently laying him down and getting on top of him.

“don’t worry deku, just relax.”

“o-okay! i’ll do my best!”

you almost laugh at the poor guy, as optimistic as ever. you find yourself somewhat shocked at the way midoriya feels beneath you, despite being on the shorter side he was far from a twig; you could feel his solid abs and thick thigh muscles.

“have you ever had your dick sucked izu?”

“umm… no?”

“do you want me to?”

izuku nods enthusiastically, you get off his lap and lower yourself towards his thighs. carefully you settle between them, looking up at him with eager eyes that causes him to go red all over. you gently remove his basketball shorts and are met with his bare thighs and black boxers, you unexpectedly gawk at him, surprised by his muscle and pretty good size. pulling off his boxers you find that he’s about 5.7 inches, thick and red from embarrassment.

you look up to him for approval and he sends you a thumbs up, you giggle at his dorky behaviors. you lightly grab his length and izuku’s breath catches in his throat. keeping eye contact with him you slowly lick up his side and kiss his pretty pink tip, izuku shutters at the feeling and finds himself struggling not to make noise.

“you can make noise y’know, you have a cute voice.”

midoriya can hardly think, the feeling of your warm hand and breath by his cock too much for him to handle. he simply hums at your words and tells you he’s okay, you smile at him and continue to give his cock attention.

you swirl your tongue around his tip, using your hand to massage his extended length. taking his tip into your mouth you suck lightly and izuku swears he could see stars, he wonders if kacchan feels this good when he gets head. suddenly his thoughts get interrupted when you take the whole of him into your mouth, he gasps, unable to contain himself he brings his hand to your head and tugs on your hair making you moan onto his cock. izuku is whimpering and thrashing about, so much so that it’s affecting your ability to properly suck him off.

“izu, stop moving so much.” you manage to get out with your mouth still surrounding his cock.

with his eyes closed and head back he lets out a strained “uh-huh” and bucks his hips into your mouth, you moan at his length and he can’t help himself from doing it again.

“i’m sorry-sorry it feels–sososo good”

now izuku is practically face fucking you, albeit gently, he’s thrusting into your mouth and tugging lightly on your hair. you look up and find him absolutely lost, one hand on his abs and his mouth wide open, gasping and panting for air.

“ah! feels-feels funny, is this s-supposed to happen?”

you hum around his dick and he continues to push himself onto your tongue, you move your tongue up and down on him to encourage him closer to the edge.

eventually you feel a warm and thick substance invading your mouth, letting you know he came. izuku is panting and groaning, trying to catch his breath. he immediately lets go of your hair and rambles continuous apologizes, you have to force your mouth into his in order to get him to shut up.

he melts into the kiss, slightly unsure of quite how to kiss. his hands remain at his sides, too scared to touch you, unsure of where his hands should be.

you break the kiss and grab his hands, moving them onto your waist and breasts. izuku seems hesitant but eventually squeezes the areas softly. he’s kind of surprised, your skin was so soft and warm and your boobs were so squishy and bouncy.

“do you think you can go for more?”

[senseichaos]

HAZBIN HOTEL- D-CK HEADCANNONS!

Nsfw warning, low-key kinda funny

Alastor:

6.8 inches flaccid, 7.2 inches erect, pale color with reddish tip, curves upwards slightly, uncut, 3 veins with one particularly prominent one on the underside, he has neatly trimmed pubes, specifically on his balls.

Husk:

5.7 inches flaccid, 6.1 inches erect, pinkish red color throughout with it being slightly brighter on the tip, curves to the left, uncut, 2 veins both quite prominent, pubes are not very neatly trimmed cause he's a furball.

Lucifer:

7.1 inches flaccid, 7.5 inches erect, very pale white with a slightly red color on the tip, not sure if he is cut or uncut, curves upwards, 1 very prominent vein on the top, very neatly trimmed blonde pubes everywhere.

Sir Pentious:

(I'm going to describe him with one dick for this)

6.5 inches flaccid, 6.9 inches erect, dark black color with a yellowish tip, uncut, curves to the right a tad, 4 veins with 2 prominent on the underside, no pubes.

Valentino:

5.8 inches flaccid, 6.8 inches erect, light purple blue color with a pink tip, uncut, curves left, 3 veins all very prominent, no pubes because he shaves them.

Vox:

7.6 inches flaccid, 8.1 inches erect (big dick vox hc), dark black color with a blue tip, uncut, curves upwards a lot, 2 veins both not prominent, lightly trimmed pubes though he doesn't look after them a whole bunch.

[cloudyskydreams]

Hi, I love the way you write and represent Sans with every detail, I was wondering if you could do a SFW AND NSFW headcanon of SansxReader. If you don't mind of course

Hi thanks so much for requesting, you asked and I shall deliver!! I'm just assuming they're general headcanons since it wasn't specific, I've been meaning to get around to some general headcanons because I feel they're a good way to work out some personality✨ I did masc and femme sans nsfw headcanons and left the reader ambiguous, As always hope you enjoy!!

Sfw:

•Expect alot of lazy cuddle times, they're his favorite he just loves being near you really, and his constant state is tired so being able to just take it easy with you is nice.

•On a completely opposite note you do motivate sans to do stuff he normally wouldn't. He'll get off the couch and out of bed to spend some time outside with you, his favorite date place is still grillbys but he'll try out new places with you sometimes.

•He sends you memes that make him think of you or he finds funny even if he's right next to you and can just show you. He'll send it and then watch you for your response, he'll make a joke about your phone going off if you don't check it immediately.

• The patrons at Grillbys get updated on you occasionally. Sans feels comfortable there and he knows most of the people so he lets his guard down and you're really special to him. So he ends up gushing about you and what you've done together ,nothing private of course, after a few drinks and his buddies are all really happy for him. They think you're good for him he seems a lot more stable since you came into his life.

•Sans will absolutely drag you out of bed to stargaze, he gets excited like a kid on Christmas his eyelights big and shining as he drags you outside with his telescope. He always plans little dates when there's going to be a space event like a super moon or meteor shower. He loves being able to indulge in his interest with you and hopes you have as great a time as he does.

•He loves making you actually laugh with his jokes and it makes him feel good and he loves hearing your laugh. It makes him feel proud of himself anytime he gets even a smile out of you.

•Sans just loves being close to you he'll follow you around the house, if you're doing dishes he has his arms wrapped around your waist and his head on your back. On the couch? His head is in your lap or he's just sprawled out over you. In the bathroom? If you're comfortable with it he's sitting in there with you on his phone looking at memes. Just enjoys being in your presence in general.

NSFW:

•One of Sans favorite things is giving oral, he gets to be between your thighs and can go at whatever pace he wants. He's an absolute tease and is definetly into edging while doing this as he wants to spend as much time in between your thighs as possible.

•Sans is a switch preference towards bottom. Not saying sub because he's still a teasing prick when he's underneath you but it's not hard to get him to sub. He looks pretty cute face flushed cornflower blue, moaning underneath you as you ride his cock/eat him out while his hands are tied to the bedsheet.

•Cockwarming is a big thing with him too, he likes to just lay there cuddled together while he's inside you watching a movie or on your phones. He likes to see how long you can last before you start moving as he's pretty patient. He might grind into your occasionally if he's in a teasing mood.

•On the opposite note if you want him to be on top he's more than happy to help. He enjoys snail position alot because he's close to your calves and can bite on them, or anything that really gets him close to your legs as he is a leg man.

•Feel like his ecto-cock is about 5.7 inches not the biggest but it's girthy and has some vein to it, his ectobody itself is chubby. In femme form he's got d cup tits and his chub is still there but he has more of a hourglass figure than before, and a cute blue innie pussy. (There's innies and outies y'all you're welcome for the info)

•His go to is the masc form but if you want femme he'll give you femme. Squeezing his plush thighs as you eat him out. A blush across his face as he watches you eyes lidded praising you for doing such a good job slipping a joke in there somewhere while he gently presses your face closer with a hand on the back of your head.

[90ekz]

do you think you could write hcs of jean with a softspoken gf? nobody writes for him fr it’s so sad

an! i love jean and this concept anon ! im a soft spoken girl myself so this really hits home 🥹 i hope you enjoy!!

jean as your boyfriend <3

SFW

when you two first started dated, jean was convinced that he hit the lottery. you were everything he ever wanted and he loved a girl that kept to herself.

jean sometimes takes you to wing houses & burger joints and watches with a huge smile as you try to order your food against the chaos of the other people conversing around you. you weren’t the biggest fan of having to yell in public, but you tried your best, and his heart melts everytime.

when you first met him at connie’s house warming party, you bumped into him, spilling the contents of your cup onto his white button up. jean had turned beet red as you stood on your tippy toes to whisper a hurried apology into his ear over the sound of the blaring music, while rushing to go get paper towels.

his favorite thing about you is how attentively you listen. it doesn’t matter what he’s talking about, you’ll be making eye contact and nodding along to whatever he has to say.

gets irritated with you during arguments, because you well… don’t engage. he could be giving a verbal, ten page, double spaced paper about how irritated he is with you, and you’ll just look at him like you’re bored.

“all i’m saying is that you don’t have to get aggressive with me over this. yes, i was at armin’s late and didn’t say anything, but i’ll tell you next time, okay? i’m sorry.” “okay.” “i said sorry, damn! stop yelling!”

you aren’t the biggest fan of confrontation, but he is. connect the dots yourself.

“SHE SAID NO GODDAMN TOMATO!” “it’s fine, i can just take them off—“ “not now, baby. gimme a sec, okay? anyway, FIX HER FUCKING BURGER!”

the two of you communicate so silently that it freaks your friends the hell out. when you want to go home, when you’re tired, when he’s needy, when he’s irritated? easy, simple eye contact will send you or him springing into action to fix the problem.

you may be quiet, but you love to laugh. jean doesn’t think he can think of anything more angelic-sounding than the sound of your genuine laughter, only for him.

jean had to learn how to be more tender when doing daily tasks. he was so used to slamming doors and stomping up stairs that he didn’t remember to adjust that behavior when you moved in.

(the first week you moved in, he’d thrown open the door to your bedroom and felt his chest squeeze as you almost tumbled out of your desk chair. now he puts three gentle taps on every door when he needs to come in.)

physical touch fanatic. end of discussion.

NSFW

lemme tell you, this man takes it to heart when you try to hold in your moans. you’re a little embarrassed with how loud you get, but nothing turns jean on more.

“nuh uh, lemme hear you—need to hear how good i’m making you feel, princess..”

during your first time together, he’d almost cum in his pants at the mere sound of your loud groans bouncing off the walls.

loves when you pull his hair more than anything. he takes it as a sign to go harder, fuck you deeper, and he obliges everytime. his cock throbs harder each time you run your fingers through his loose curls.

about 5.7 inches roughly, but thick. his cock flares as it goes downward; the head being the slimmest part. giving him head is fun, you think.

jean has this weird little fixation with your neck. it doesn’t matter what position he has you in, he’ll have a hand—or his mouth—running across the skin of your throat. backshots? he’s got a hand pressing against your nape to keep you in place. missionary? he’s massaging his thumb over your throat so tenderly that it should be illegal. cowgirl? he’s squeezing the sides of your neck while whispering about how good of a girl you’re being for him. he’s pretty damn weird.

his favorite thing to do is eat you out. you deny it, but your voice shoots up a whole octave when he massages your gspot with his two fingers of choice as he suckles on your swollen clit.

utterly surprised at how much you talk during sex. it almost embarrasses him how much you beg, scream, and whine for him. a mixture of ‘please’s’ and ‘fuck’s being infused in his head for eternity.

“oouu—shit, you’re so fucking loud…”

presses down on your stomach to feel where he is so he can try and go deeper… yeah.

tries to fuck your throat hoarse just to hear your raspy voice for a few hours. you’re such a trooper, just sitting there and taking it for him, even if he laughs at you after.

“babe, i’m so sorry—hahaha!” “this isn’t funny, i sound like t-pain!” “I LIKE THE BARRRTENDERRR—ouch, im sorry, i said i’m sorry!”

aftercare god. he’ll spend hours taking care of you, washing your back in the tub, greasing your scalp, making you tea and cookies, the whole nine. this man loves you deep.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

Hemispherical Combustion Chambers Weren't Just a Gimmick: The Chrysler Hemi engine is renowned for its hemispherical combustion chambers, which provide an efficient shape with an excellent surface-to-volume ratio and minimal heat loss.

Three Generations: There have been three generations of Hemi engines: the FirePower series (1951-1958), the legendary 426 Hemi (1964-1971), and the modern Hemis (2003-2024).

FirePower Series: The first-generation Hemi, known as the FirePower series, had displacements ranging from 241 to 392 cubic inches and was produced from 1951 to 1958.

426 Hemi Nickname: The 426 Hemi, produced from 1964 to 1971, earned the nickname "elephant engine" due to its large size and heavy weight.

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Racing Heritage: The 426 Hemi was initially developed for NASCAR racing and made its debut in the Plymouth Belvedere in 1964.

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Modern Hemi Engines: The third-generation Hemi engines, produced from 2003 to 2024, featured advanced technologies and displacements between 5.7 and 6.4 liters, continuing the legacy of high performance.

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

okay so hear me out. how hard would it be to throw a basketball through that hoop

Læraðr seems pretty tall but like dunkable. And the 90 degree angle makes it easy to throw from behind - a basketball has a diameter of about 9.4 inches, so the hoop would have to be large enough to fit it through. Papers put the average width of a human head at approximate 5-6 inches, i'll go with the NHI and say 145 mm. (https://journals.sagepub.com/doi/10.1597/1545-1569_1992_029_0303_agsoth_2.3.co_2?url_ver=Z39.88-2003&rfr_id=ori:rid:crossref.org&rfr_dat=cr_pub%20%200pubmed) which is about 5.7 inches.

if we take Læraðr's face as a measurement we can see it fits comfortably twice in the hoop, and a little extra. We can safely assume it is around 11 inches in diameter

Now THEORETICALLY throwing it from behind should be safest. He seems tall but not tall enough that a good jump couldn't get it in.

Issue is, if we get too close we run the risk of him pulling this shit

So we'd need a long ball threat who can throw it with a weird angle. Some Joe Milton midcourt shit like this-

Any closer and you're getting killed.

I'd say any NBA player would have a decent shot at making it provided they have some experience with 3s. It'd probably be easier if you got a football and threw it in there.

SIDENOTE: This below form seems easier to do considering he can't run away and the hoop is bigger. You'd need a good vertical maaaaybe but honestly now it's more doable.

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[fictionproblem]

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[na-bird-of-the-day]

BOTD: Bee Hummingbird

Photo: Arturo Ruiz Villanueva

"What’s perhaps the most amazing thing about the Bee Hummingbird is its tiny size. It measures only 2.24 inches (5.7 cm) in length, including its bill! Truly as light as feathers, this minuscule denizen of Cuban woodlands weighs only about 2 grams. Its appearance and flight style rivals that of some insects, especially bees, for which it gets its name. The Bee Hummingbird is also the bird with the smallest nest in the world, at only 1 inch in diameter and depth. Their eggs are also the smallest bird eggs in the world, measuring a mere 12.5 x 8.5 mm, the size of a coffee bean. A Bee Hummingbird egg is only half the weight of a standard paper clip!"

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[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Oldsmobile Delta 88 Royale Hardtop Coupe, 1974. The 7th generation Olds 88 was one of the longest cars GM produced at 226.9-inch (5.7 metres) in length. It was also one of the first cars to offer airbags as an option, though not many buyers ticked that box.

[your-nanas-house]

Cock headcanon part 1

Headcanon created with @mrkdvidal1989

Lenny Miller: Pink tip and top half of it, curved upwards, longer than normal but average girth, fully shaved package, circumcised, shower

Jonathan Crane: Average length and girth but bigger tip, 5.9 inches, completely pale, way more veiny than usually, dark thick hair, uncircumcised, shower

Davin McDerby: Slightly bigger and longer than usual, 6 inches, not very veiny, uncircumcised, freckled, a little hairy, grower

Robert Fischer: Average length but thick, 5.5 inches, light pink colour all over, fully shaved, circumcised, grower

Tommy Shelby: Really thick and longer than average, 7 inches, light brownish colour, veiny, short and groomed hair, probably circumcised, shower

Shivering Soldier: curved upwards, average length, 5.7 inches, bit thicker than average, hairy, not well groomed, uncircumcised, dark pink and big tip, shower

Jonathan Breech: straight, longer than average length, 7 inches, average girth, completely pale, pinkish, grower, darker balls than dick, groomed but hairy

Jackson Rippner: Curved to the left, large in both ways, whooping 7.5 inches, a bit darker than the rest of his body, shower, circumcised, some hair left above it but groomed

Raymond Leon: much longer than typically but average girth, 7 inches, shaved fully, completely pale with a couple freckles, bigger tip, shower, uncircumcised, straight with no curves, veiny even soft

William Killick: Curved to the right, average length and thicker than normal, 6 inches, pretty hairy, he tries to keep it groomed but he doesn’t have time all the time

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Taglist:

@gabile18 , @mrsfullbuster500 , @rex-ray , @elizamalfoyy, @eovjjj @wife-of-magic-monkeys , @jeremiah-va1eska , @gothamchic16, @rabbiteggz , @dieg0brandos-wife , @rottenecstasy , @lazyexcuse , @teh-vampire-bunny , @lobotomy-lover , @slasher-smasher , @sleepycreativewriter , @mrkdvidal1989

[eatmyassssssssz]

Bestie

Bestie

Bestie

How do you think the 141 boys + könig dicks look like? And how big and thick they are. Please please please

Asking for a friend

No I'm not I'm asking for me cause I'm a hoe

lilsy poopoo face. of course i will do this for you. SO.

onto the lads.

okay, so, warning for all you anons out there that keep on telling me i should die for writing smut.

warnings: peni (plural for penis'), detail, a lot of it.

SIMON. 'ghost'. RILEY.

🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷

🍁 show-er or grower?

i believe good ol si is a grower. every single inch is used to it full potential though, don't you worry...

🍂cut or uncut?

uncut but would prefer to be cut but obviously is too late for that.

🌺 girth

the normal amount. i mean, the average is about 4.6cm in the uk, i think si has about 5.2cm. a little over but not by a stupid amount.

🌷 width

i honestly don't think hes packing as much as a horse as people say! i mean, it just don't make sense for this guy to be shclingin round a 12 incher like yall are sayin. i think its more 6.3 inches. the average is 5.7 (ish) so hes still packin more than average! thats when hes fully hard, his flaccid is about 4.7 inches.

🏷 extras:

i feel like hes had a piercing down there at least at one time. up to you if you want him still to have it, but i think he had, at one time, a jacobs ladder.

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MACTAVISH

🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼

🍁 show-er or grower?

show-er. i just..hes definitely a show-er, no one can change my mind.

🍂 cut or uncut?

cut. no doubt about it.

🌺 girth

normal girth, I'd say. about 4.6 inches. nothing special doesn't mean hes not special in bed.

🌷 width

now..i widly disagree with yall saying that soap's average. i think he's packing quite a bit. 7.3 inches.

🧼 extras:

he cums a LOT. like, a weird amount.

JOHN PRICE

🚬🎀🚬🎀🚬🎀🚬🎀🚬🎀🚬🎀

🍁 shower or grower?

grower. most. fucking. definitely.

🍂 uncut or cut?

people may disagree with me on this, but i think uncut. he vastly prefers it that way as well.

🌺 girth

HOLY FUCK HES A PUSSY STRETCHER. like, worryingly thick dick disorder. 5.9 inches.

🌷 width

nothing outside the norm, particularly. i mean, its just unfair to be very thick AND long...anyways, i dont care, price is shlingin it. 5.9 at least. 4.5 flaccid.

💰 extras: his cum is STICKY. very sticky.

KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK

🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁

im sorry i had to use the helicopters..

🍁 show-er or grower?

middle area. right inbetween.

🍂 uncut or cut?

cut. doesnt really like it though. much would prefer to be uncut but oh well, he works with it.

🌺 girth

not overtly girthy. 4.3. he makes up for it with his technique, ect.

🌷 width

hmmm a straight sixer. 6.0 inches. the perfect amount.

🚁 extras:

he had a happy trail but shaved it when he got with you. hes slowly growing it back as you begged and begged.

KÖNIG

👕👕👕👕👕👕👕👕👕👕👕👕

his eyes are so pretty.

🍁 grow-er or shower?

hes just generally big.

🍂 cut or uncut?

i think uncut.

🌺 girth

hes a big lad, everythings a bit bigger. 5.7.

🌷 width

again, because he's 6'10, everythings a bit sized up. 6.8 inches!!

tags:

@lillianastuff @lucyisdoingfine @madamemelancholysstuff @mionacaped @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @ashiscool10 @vangoghcoffeeco @southernbluebellereader

[buryhny]

One Night Stand ; 35

➥ rundown ; as if the unexpected twist of a one-night stand turning out to be your CEO boss wasn't surreal enough, the situation takes a more challenging turn when both of you discover that you're expecting his child.

→ genre ; enemies to lovers | CEO au | pregnancy trope | slowburn

→ Jungkook x y/n

→ contains smut, fluff and angst

→ Chapter thirty five ; wc | 5.7 k

primarily on Wattpad

index ⇢ next chapter

You try hard not to let harsh words out of your tongue, but can you help yourself? Jungkook here, stands in front of you with a scowl decorating his face as he glares at you while he hears you speak.

The frown lines on his face seem to deepen with each word that leaves your lips. Although his face shows his anger and growing frustration due to the acts you've done behind his back with intentions that he's unaware of, inside his heart he knows today is the day that he faces the truth that he's always buried inside of him.

the truth that he does not want to hear because it would leave the both of yours' fragile glass heart into a million pieces. And you've already taken the first step by saying;

"Jungkook, you've never done anything for our baby before! You're uninterested, unbothered and don't love our child like I do! You don't act like a fucking father—how do you expect me to ask you or bring you along for shopping for this kid?"

every word that you said, made sense and was correct. But Jungkook didn't want you to say the right thing because he was fully aware that this would sting him in every inch of his heart and soul, and it wouldn't be too good for him. Yes, he's uninterested and unbothered and it is not your fault that you don't know his side of the story that he hides from the world.

He does it intentionally but how could he say everything to you? You're so hopeful, you're a woman filled with love and courage, leaving the world behind and even your parents in the limelight, you so bravely took up this responsibility of the child and now you've just formed yourself to become the ideal mother that he wants for his children but why can't he accept this?

You're accusing him of not being a father and he knows it, damn well but he can't admit it, as it would only lead to his breakdown, which he can't afford. He's not going to put himself in that position again, feel like shit even though he's fully aware that he is one, saying it out is only going to make his mind believe it,

and what good would it do when his heart opens up and takes the lead. So he denies it. "That's not the problem here-" 'Oh you damn well know that this is the problem, Jeon!' he thinks to himself. If he acted like a father, this day would never come.

The arguments won't rise like it has now, it would never if he could only be the loving and wanting dad for his child and the woman that he so madly likes. He avoids your eyes when you glare at him, if he looks into those sharp, painful spheres that usually hold a galaxy of hope and love for him, he won't be able to handle himself. But does he want you to look at him with hatred? No. Never.

But why is he arguing here when he knows he could rather speak and sort this, so instead he denies. "that is!!! You don't want our baby, you have no love for this little human that we created together, you can't stand her! You hate this child! You hate her!!"

There.

if what you said a few minutes ago about how he's an unbothered father stung him then the words you've now spoken, raw and true from deep within, have shattered it completely. The very words Jungkook fought so damn hard to keep from spilling from your lips, but now, you've said them.

and can he be mad? Definitely not. not when you're throwing them at him with tears flowing down your eyes and staining your beautiful pink dress that he was meant to tell you, how lovely it looked on you and made your hazel eyes shine. he hates himself for making you cry like this, for letting you feel this way.

you're in pain and he needs to feel it, he has to understand what's going on within you, that's the only way he'll speak what he has to. "why do you hate this.. this baby?" you whisper at him, sobbing hard as you try to calm yourself down. Jungkook bites down on the inside of his cheek, the metallic tang on his tongue a reminder of how hard he's trying to manage his inner pain physically.

He squeezes his eyes shut, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill. Your voice, laced with sadness and pain, echoes in his mind—the question you asked so softly, he almost couldn't hear it. maybe he doesn't want to hear you after all,

it will only hurt him but you're hurting so much more that's not something anyone could feel neither could you express it out with words, nothing will capture the heartbreak you feel inside you. "do you not want me here? do you not want us? please... just tell it to me without hurting me anymore."

you ask him, your voice shaky and uneven whispering as your words are barely held together by the force of the emotions you feel. you had to ask him everything that you've been holding back within you, you can't seem to handle this. not anymore. You're reminded of the way your heart breaks every time he pulls away or distances himself when the baby comes up.

He can't find the words to respond, his mind is stuck on the things you said. he clenches his fists from time to time as he hears your sobs growing, he can't believe he's done this to you. Your attempts to speak are lost, coming out fragmented and jumbled as you sob uncontrollably, like a helpless child.

Jungkook gazes at you, then immediately looks away. how can he look at you when you're in such a state, it pains him that he's the cause of this. he's not got anything to say because you've said it. you watch him for some time, your eyes moving around his face,

waiting for him to speak up. but all you see is his closed eyes, his lips bruised and red from all that picking and biting he's been doing, nothing else. he's got no remorse on his face, none that you could see. you know that his eyes hold the truth and words but when he shuts it up like that,

you've got no answers from him. "I know it's not as easy as it seems, I- struggled too and I still do... I never planned on being a mom, everything is so... " you exhale deeply, looking around the bedroom that has become yours, memories attached to every little corner of these pretty bright walls that now look dull,

dark and seem like it're eating you up with the silence and ache. "it's tiring, stressful and I don't know what I'm gonna do-  but I try, I try and try... I try so hard and I don't seem to understand why you can't!"

Jungkook gulps with difficulty; he's never made an effort in this area, and now it's starting to weigh heavily on him especially when you repeat the words 'try' 4 times, and he's not done it even once. "you're not being.. easy on me-" he mutters under his breath, hopes that you don't hear him because he doesn't want you to hear his lies but he can't let himself speak from his heart. it's better to lock it up and torment within himself than let it speak,

he doesn't want you to see him break and feel like a piece of dirty, he knows well enough that he's not the ideal man who can help you out to be a better mom, let alone be a father and help a child out. he'll only trauma dump you and then push it on his child, and that. he does not want. he'd rather choose to be the hated one than make a loveless relationship.

when the words leave his lips, you look at him in disbelief, your eyes widen and a sarcastic smile grows as you let out a scoff. "I've never asked you to do anything before,  Jungkook! how am I being the difficult one here?" your fingers point at him and you, his words triggering you a little too much, when it's crystal clear you're the one going through difficult situations and phases, you never put it on him,

there's no way you're being the difficult one here when it's no doubt but him. "i just can't get myself to try!" he speaks, his tone louder than it was before, his attempt of making you stop because he just can't get himself to do fatherly duties, he doesn't want you to put it on him anymore. "I want you to tell me what the problem is! unless you speak up,

I won't know what you hold inside of you! we need to talk, you need to tell me what you're thinking because I know there's a reason behind this-" you speak, looking at him for something but you can't seem to get anything out of him. Jungkook decides to stay quiet, he wants you to get tired of him, so you can sleep it off.

you're tired, he sees it. your eyes are heavy, wants you to have dinner and go to bed. he doesn't want either of you to deal with this. but you're not letting this go, you need answers. your eyes don't leave his figure, you continue to look at him, waiting for him.

maybe he's putting his thoughts in place so he can say everything clearly, but when nothing comes out of his mouth, you know deep down that he's slowly giving up. "you can't just shut me down with nothing!" you mutter loudly, trying to make him speak, this will never go anywhere unless he says something.

You give him the space to take his time, and before you realize it, more than 15 minutes have passed without him saying a single word. If he can keep you in his house and take such good care of you, there must be a reason why he doesn't care for his own baby the same way he does for you.

Jungkook stands still, neither does he blink nor does a hum leave his lips. if you've been stubborn like you were before, it would be understandable as to why he's not making an effort to say anything as it would only worsen the situation. but you're not adamant you've given him so much space which has resulted you both in this situation. you should've spoken about this way before, but you didn't.

all in hope that he would make a step, he would care, he would show but he didn't. he never did. "please.. talk to me babe-" you whisper, weeping louder now, unable to take his silence. it's getting so heavy in your heart that now it doesn't feel like it's tearing apart, Your heart feels like it's being stoned by his coldness and stillness.

Jungkook's heart skips a beat when he hears you whisper 'babe' to him, the first time you've ever used an affectionate name to call him. If he doesn't speak up now, you'll end up taking his silence as the answer to every question you've asked. you watch him, the ghost blinks while he bites the insides of his cheeks and locks his mouth up with no key to be found.

Jungkook has a million things running through his mind, He's sorry for his actions and silence, he is but he needs you to understand and take this silence as his answer. he desperately wants to hug you and calm you down because it's not good for the baby, but then again, why is he thinking this way when he doesn't want to do anything for the child he's created? Each time he reminds himself that there's a baby—a whole human—right in front of him, he feels the bump against his lower chest.

It's not just a bump; it's a little child that both of you created together. But he's not ready, or maybe that's just the excuse he tells himself to deny it all. he doesn't meet your eyes, fully aware that once he sees the sea of tears in your eyes, those red cheeks, nose and your rosy lips that aren't rose because he kissed you but because he's made you cry,

he's gonna breakdown and that would just be the end of him. you can't take him anymore, the pink drop silence and how small this room now feels. You can't help but scoff; you actually believed he liked you. If he did, even just a little, even if he cared about you in the slightest, he would've said at least something.

"say something!" you yell at him through gritted teeth as you hit his chest. He flinches at the sound of your words, yet he stands there frozen, dumbfounded and overwhelmed by waves of reality checks he received from you.  Jungkook heaves a sigh and licks his lips, his eyes widened so he can blink faster.

"uh..." he utters as he clears his throat, his flickering eyes scanning around the room before he glances at you and soon looks at the ground. You're a mess and he despises himself for being the reason for your state. "uh.. it's late.. let's get you dinne-" "I don't fucking care!" you push him away and walk past him to get out of your room, hastily you get downstairs to one of his empty rooms and lock yourself inside.

If he can't speak up and explain himself, it only confirms everything for you. He doesn't need you here—his silence and inability to answer your questions say it all. That alone gives you the clarity you were seeking. Yet, despite that, you don't want to leave.

If this argument had happened a few months ago, you would have walked out of his house without hesitation, but now, you find yourself unable to just walk away.

How could he brush everything off? Why can't he just say something, anything at all? All he does is hurt you more. Maybe it just shows that he doesn't wanna do anything with you anyway. You sit on the bed of the guest room and lean against the headboard.

As you cry uncontrollably, your mind races with worries about all the potential ways your life could change. You're overwhelmed with fear and the familiarity of Jungkook only intensifies your anxiety. You've become so used to having him by your side, taking care of you that now, you're scared to be alone.

You regret going back to him and wish you had never done so, you wish you handled this pregnancy by yourself without the help of the only man you've allowed yourself to blend with. Because now you're here weeping your eyes out, in a room that you've never seen before, starving and having no movements of the baby who's supposed to be kicking you 10 times for this night.

You pace aimlessly around the room, desperately trying to erase his words from your mind, but it's his face—etched so deeply into your thoughts—that you can't seem to shake.

Jungkook shuts his eyes when you push his chest and walk out of your room, he stands still and winces when he hears you slam the door of the guest room downstairs. When his eyes open, he lets the pool of tears flow down his cheeks. First, his ears turn crimson then his nose and cheeks join the same color.

He bursts out in tears, sitting on the blush ottoman in front of the bed that you now own. Everything in this room is yours, everything, including him. You own him and he wants you to. His hands cover his face as he lets himself cry out all he wants.

There's so much he wants to tell you but he can't muster the courage. He's afraid, just as much as you are but you voice it out to him, you've told him your worries and when it comes to his turn, his side.

He's unaware of how he should put his words and form the sentences. Everything gets stuck in his throat. Jungkook has always been one to keep things within himself and it has always worked with everyone else because no one was interested and was unaware of things he had, but with you, he can't do the same

and in this situation, he knows either he has to speak up or you walk away from him. none of the two are helping him, he doesn't know how to open up and he never wants you to leave him. you're the only one, he's got. He's shared some of his happiest moments with you over these past few months, creating precious memories he'll never forget.

Even if he lost all his other memories, the ones he made with you would always remain. the tears flow down his cheek, he pulls his nose from time to time and sobs quietly. his wailing does not stop and it's because your face shows up each time he blinks, he's the reason for every single tear that left your eyes and he will never forgive himself for doing that to you.

never. He made a solemn vow to himself never to fall in love again—he couldn't bear to lose his heart and soul after everything he'd been through. No matter how much pain he endured, he would never inflict that kind of hurt on anyone else. He knew the depths of that pain and would never wish for anyone to experience what he had.

But Jungkook never imagined he could cause as much pain to someone else as he had once felt, especially to the only woman he'd loved after all these years of being alone. He knows the pain you're feeling now runs even deeper, though he can't truly compare the two—it's a different situation, yet he's certain the ache is just as profound, cutting deep into the heart. he wipes off his face with the back of his hand,

in an attempt to stop himself from crying. he could go on for hours if not days, at the remembrance of your beautiful face in tears but he can't. he must control, because if he doesn't, who's gonna take care of you? Jungkook consoles himself, "she hasn't had her dinner-" he tells himself as his sobbing quiets down. he turns off the lights in your room and walks downstairs to feed you.

He notices how dark the room is, realizing he hadn't even turned on the lights when he entered. His mind had been so clouded with anger that he hadn't registered the pitch-black shadows engulfing his living room. He notices the door is closed, with a faint light spilling out from beneath it. He hesitantly raises his hand and knocks. "Y/N?"

he calls out softly, but there's no response from you. "be mad at me but please.. please just eat." he murmurs as he presses his forehead on the cold white door and sighs. He presses his ear gently against the door, trying to figure out if you're ignoring him or maybe just asleep. But instead of silence,

he hears faint sobs, barely audible now, as if they've been quieting down and are on the verge of fading completely indication of sleep. he'd let you sleep on an empty stomach for the first time, you're hungry, alone, and cold. Jungkook has never felt so much guilt before, he's at fault and he knows it. a part of him consoles him by saying 'It's okay, you can handle this.'

and the other part of him says 'This was bound to happen someday, it's not gonna last long, you can't be a father when you're broken yourself. how could you bring a child when you don't even know how to take care of yourself.'  a sigh leaves his lips as he slowly drifts away from the door to the living room.

Jungkook sits on the couch, his elbows resting on his thighs and his palms covering his face. he lets himself relax since his shoulders feel heavy and stiff from anxiety. it's funny how he never expected this to happen on a fine Friday, he'd made plans on taking you out for a simple fun dinner, soft serve that the ice cream truck offers and end the day with some snuggling because he was exhausted from all the work,

not to forget the tech overload and management issues that he'd been dealing with all day. he hoped to share them with you, so he could feel heard as it always washed his worries off and brought relief when you listened to him. He used to be perfectly content on his own, never needing anyone.

But now that he's had a glimpse of you in his life, he can't imagine going back to how things were. The thought of you not being there feels unbearable, another reason for him to consider leaving everything behind. but with you is a challenge to him too, it's not just you but a little human too and he doesn't know if he has it in himself to take care of one.

His thoughts are interrupted by a warm, damp touch on his skin, like a delicate sweep of a soft brush. Glancing down, he sees his pup staring up at him with wide, almost sad, puppy eyes. "h-hey Bam-ah-" he stutters as he caresses the smooth brown fur and then carries him to his lap. "what's wrong?"

Jungkook asks as he pulls his nose and tries to find his voice so he can speak clearer. Bam looks at him like he knows something is wrong and snuggles deeper into the warmth of the man. Dogs are truly remarkable creatures. They can sense the subtle emotions that linger in the air without needing to understand the words humans speak.

They instinctively know when something isn't right—like not hearing you call for Bammie before bed or Jungkook's usual "hey boy" as he walks by. The pup doesn't rely on words; he feels it. He understands more than anyone could ever know. Jungkook continues to rub the pup's fur, therapeutic to him when everything is going wrong around him.

it gives him comfort and it reminds him exactly why he got in the first place, for this very reason. whenever he felt down, this little Doberman never fails to make things feel better, with his quick licks and or nudging his wet nose to the man's t-shirt.

he's trying to show that he's here and so is his love and loyalty to his owner. Jungkook doesn't realize when his eyes are closed, he dozes off to the darkness and coldness of the room with his pup by his side.

;

a shiver runs down your spine and goosebumps allow the hair of your neck to stand when you feel how cold the room is. you're not wrapped up with a blanket like you are every night, there's no warmth radiated from the man who cuddles you from behind making you the little spoon. you find it difficult to open your eyes when the crusty dried feeling around does not allow you to fully open them.

you instinctively rub your eyes to clear away the dried bits and then you look around the room only to see that it's not your own. the four walls are colored in a dark Prussian blue and beige that envelops you in darkness and coldness. you heave out a sigh as you try to lift yourself so you can lean against the headboard,

you're mind is slightly blurred after a long nap, honestly you don't even want to remember what happened last night but you can't forget it either. it's painfully stuck to not just your mind but every corner of your heart, his words but more of his silence.

You gently stroke your belly, gazing down at it, thinking how unfortunate it must be to go through all this. If you'd known beforehand that you'd end up in this situation, you would have never let yourself get close enough to have sex. "hey.. you okay in there?"

you ask your little bud since you've only felt 2 kicks since the time you woke up. you take your time, looking longer at it while your hands run through your dress. you're starving, running on the lunch you had yesterday. food is fuel and when there's none left inside, you start to feel weak.

Closing your eyes and staring at the ceiling, the black walls hold no intrigue, yet you still gaze, as they replay the events of last night. how could he say that? you think to yourself. there hasn't been one moment you forced anything on him, in fact, you've always tried to involve him in the firsts that you've experienced. from scans to movements.

he dares to say you're not being easy on him? you scoff in pain, your tongue runs on your bottom lip as you try to understand his point. but you don't. you just can't seem to find the problem in trying unless he wants you out of here which is understandable. If Jungkook's notion of taking responsibility only referred to providing financially—

like buying you food and baby supplies—then you would have turned it down long ago. if that was not his intention then maybe you should be honest to him and say it because that's all it looks like to you right now.

he gave you a place to stay when you needed to be with someone, and he satisfied all of your pregnancy cravings even when you didn't ask and he paid for all of your maternity clothes and stupid items you thought looked cute. did he give you his love?

yes. love can't be faked, can it? if it can be then Jungkook should win an Oscar for his performance. you think about it, how betrayed and hurt you feel. this was not your plan for the weekend. you did not want to spend a weekend during an argument especially when he's at home too. you could tell him to get out of here but.... what right do you have to tell him to leave his own house just so you could calm down?

the best choice would be to leave his place, everything would be sorted way faster and it would not be a bother to him too. your feet are swollen, they've been for quite some time but you barely felt it because you always had being entertained by books,

TV shows, and movies being played either by your choice or by Jungkook while you two munch on some popcorn and desserts that he attempted to bake for you. there wasn't a time to ever think about your pain, he always found some way to distract you but now there's nothing to divert your mind when you're in an empty room that you've never seen before.

The room feels engulfed in shadows, even though you know the sun is shining outside. In contrast to your own room's soft, neutral tones with touches of beige, pink, and grey. you never thought you would miss a room so much even when you're in the same house, all you've got to do is walk upstairs and turn right.

you pout as you think about it. the pain in your feet feels heavy and tight from your ankle downwards. you squirm your toes like a little kid and whimper. you've never seen anyone's feet look so weird and puffed up as you see yours now. "my poor feet."

you mumble under your breath and sigh. they don't even look like your beautiful painted long toes. There's no way to reach them for even a slight massage, so you just sit there, staring at them and glancing around the room helplessly. your stomach grumbles loudly and you can't wait any longer without food,

so you get on your feet. mewls leave your lips when you slowly help yourself stand, your hands grip on the headboard for support. Last night's nonstop crying and wandering around the room is the cause of your current state. It's Saturday, and weekend breakfasts are always special, so you're really hoping to find the usual pancakes or waffles that are usually whipped up.

You step outside, sunlight flooding everything. It's one thing you love about this mansion—light always spills through the sheer curtains, brightening every corner. It's so cozy and inviting, that no one could resist living here. your eyes search for a certain someone that you want to avoid, due to obvious reasons yet you are curious to know what he must be up to.

your feet take you to the kitchen and to your surprise, you see nothing cooked was left for you to have. For a moment, you felt betrayed as your hands fluttered around the counter, the microwave, oven, and fridge, only to realize nothing had been cooked.

Jungkook always has his pancakes or waffles ready, no matter when you wake up, early or late. But with no sign of them today, it hits you—he didn't even make them. this stings you even more makes you clench your fists in anger and your heart races at the thought of how he didn't even care about you.

As you look around, you start to notice how the man isn't even at home. this makes you scoff.

'of course, why would he stay here, there's tempting activities and people out there to see. he wouldn't lock himself up in his house like me.'

As you turn to walk away from the kitchen, you hear the main door open and a man walks inside, words leaving his mouth "Come on, walk in." the poor dog starts barking out loud as he notices your presence, Jungkook lifts his head up only to see you a few feet away from him. a scowl decorates your face and he immediately gulps as he watches your contorted face with his guilty eyes.

"hey.. y/n- I went to grab some bre-" "save it Jungkook!" you walk away from him to the same room you locked yourself up last night. His eyes close with a flinch when he hears you bang on the door. Heaving a sigh, he looks down at the paper bag that contained breakfast for you.

he thought you wouldn't eat anything he makes by his hand and he didn't want you to be left in hunger. He thought a lot about it before he left but what he didn't think was how it could seem to you. An empty house. But it seems like his presence does enough and maybe he shouldn't be around you.

he gets you though, he can't say anything against you when it's obvious, anyone in your place would give him the same treatment. He sits back on the couch for a while, letting himself think how he could bring you to accept the food he got for you. Maybe you'll come out of the room yourself, whenever you feel hungry.

Maybe he'll just keep the bag closer to the room so you don't have to walk to the kitchen. So he does it. Jungkook knows what's gonna take you to be back the way you were, it's simple, it isn't very hard. but he's not ready to speak, he admits he's a coward,

he's always been. Jungkook takes the time to reflect on his past, words that left him traumatized to this day. What haunts him each time children are brought up ;

One night at the mall, Jungkook found himself lingering over a pair of little yellow shoes, perfect for a baby girl no more than three months old. The crochet shoes were adorned with a large baby blue bow, dotted with white polka dots,

and they stirred something deep within him—an unfamiliar warmth that ignited his paternal instincts. He could imagine a baby girl as pretty as his ever-loving girlfriend. Tan like her golden brown skin with big pouty lips that he loved to kiss. "hey...I know this sounds crazy but- I think we should get this."

he murmured to the woman in front of him, her eyes glancing at the shoes and then back to her phone like she'd been doing for hours now. Even though she was fully aware that this was a date and she had to solely focus on her boyfriend, she barely did.

"for what?" he chucked, the smile growing till his eyes crinkled. He adored the little shoes and although he wasn't sure what he was gonna do with it now, he just wanted to get it. He could see himself putting it on his baby girl someday. He couldn't stop imagining and giggling about it, the lady gave him a side eye before he spoke. "someday.. when we have our girl-"

"Oh shut up Jungkook! Can you stop talking like a stupid old mother!" she starts, flinching Jungkook with her tone and words. "what, our girl? There's no way in hell we are having kids. Have you looked at me? And yourself? Do I look like I want a child? No! And you-" she laughs. "you've got zero parenting skills, can barely keep a plant alive, let alone a baby."

this breaks the man's heart. "playing house is not like raising a kid, it isn't some sort of fairy tale and you're no hero. You're never gonna be fit to be a father."

next chapter ⇢

[jazmyn-fayth]

Oikawa Tōru

• Birthday - July 20

• 6'0.6/184.3 cm

• Cocky little bastard he is but we already knew that, but with you even more always showing you off say things like "Isn't my girlfriend pretty"

• He'll bring you food after volleyball practice and talk all about his day

• Even if he's a bit cocky he loves you dearly giving you kisses on your forehead before he goes anywhere

• He loves when anyone asks if he has a girlfriend cause then he get to ramble about you

Nsfw below cut MDNI

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• He's a good size 5.7 inches (he adds on the point 7 in my head so he sounds bigger lol)

• He won't cum tell you do first the be cocky and say "aww did you cum am I doing that well pretty girl"

• He can last at least 3 rounds if he feels like he wants to keep going

• Average sex drive honestly 2 - 3 times a week and he plenty satisfied

• Don't make him choose ass or tits he'll just ramble for hours about why there both amazing (it will probably lead to him and you in bed well he shows you how much he loves both)

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The glasses please he's so handsome with them ugh anyways Oikawa headcanons and canon facts but just his glasses I can't im distracted by them they make me feel something anyways since I didn't start post tell after his birthday I might make an late birthday fic for Oikawa like maybe some fluff but kinda tempted to do so smut

[viktor-rp]

length 5.7 inches soft, 6.2 inches hard, 2 inch girth, cut, leans very slightly to the side, base colour #EAD3C5, tip colour #E6ABA7, liquid colour #FEFEFE, tastes salty but not bitter, consistency is less thick but not transparent

- 🍆📏

Sir please stop 😭

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1974 Chevrolet Laguna S-3

The **1974 Chevrolet Laguna S-3** was a distinctive American muscle car from the early 1970s, part of Chevrolet's Laguna series. It was designed to blend sporty performance with a bit of luxury and comfort, catering to drivers who wanted both style and substance.

**Design and Styling:**

The 1974 Laguna S-3 had a bold and unique look with a sleek, low-profile body. It featured a distinctive front end with a wide, angular grille and square headlights, giving it a muscular, aggressive stance. The car had a fastback roofline, which added to its sporty appearance, and often came with decorative side stripes and special "S-3" badging to set it apart from other models.

**Performance:**

Under the hood, the 1974 Laguna S-3 came with a variety of engine options. The standard engine was a 350-cubic-inch (5.7-liter) V8, which produced around 145 horsepower due to emissions regulations of the era. For more power, there was an optional 400-cubic-inch (6.6-liter) V8 engine that produced around 155 horsepower. Both engines were mated to a three-speed automatic transmission, though a manual transmission was also available.

**Features:**

Inside, the Laguna S-3 offered a blend of sporty and luxurious features. The cabin was designed for comfort, with bucket seats, a sporty steering wheel, and a simple, functional dashboard layout. It came equipped with options like air conditioning, power steering, and an AM/FM radio. The interior was spacious, with comfortable seating for up to four people and a decent-sized trunk for luggage or gear.

**Legacy:**

The 1974 Chevrolet Laguna S-3 was part of a time when American car manufacturers were dealing with changing regulations and fuel economy concerns. Despite these challenges, the Laguna S-3 remained a popular choice for those who wanted a combination of performance and style. It is remembered today as a classic example of the muscle car era transitioning into the more regulated 1970s automotive landscape.

Overall, the **1974 Chevrolet Laguna S-3** was a stylish and sporty vehicle that offered a good mix of performance, comfort, and unique design features during a transformative period for American cars.