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[wrath-of-poopman]

ALRIGHT. So

- frame rails, complete with drilled in braces!

- new gearing, 32P 56/15. doubled the speed.

- shorter-travel shocks with 30wt oil, makes it more stable at speed (though it lost its regal flex... may wanna bring that back tbh)

and last but not least,

NEW BODY!!!

got an abs plastic body from Kamtec (part no. 520), a long wheelbase fleetwood cadillac designed for 1/12 banger racing pan cars. Because its abs plastic and not lexan, i was able to paint it with regular ass paint! krylon mirror, rustoleum canyon black, and various paints airbrushed and brushed on the side (stuff sitting there from when i got into miniature modeling and wargaming as a hobby, and splurged after a year of doing it, only to realize later nobody around me would ever play such games and i fell off) and the results are absolutely spectacular!

took some notes from fury road with the armor and chrome and studs, some notes from banger racing and demolition derbies with the wordy hand-painting and stickered "BEATWOOD" moniker. thing looks like it has piercings and i am all over it!

still not done though, next goals are to rig up headlights to it. Also ordered a motor from Kamtec to boot. "SATAN TWENTY" it's called. Gonna inscribe a pentagram on the trunk when that comes in and i get to shove it under the hood. thing will be wicked fast by then. :)

absolutely raring to get this thing out on trails. aching. fiending.

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Improved Grip: Enhanced traction on snow, ice, and slushy roads.

Shorter Braking Distance: Reduced stopping distances in winter conditions.

Enhanced Stability: Greater control and stability in slippery situations.

Temperature Resilience: Maintain performance in temperatures below 7°C.

How to Prepare for Winter Driving

1. Inspect Your Tyres

Before winter hits, inspect your tyres for wear and tear. Check the tread depth — it should be at least 3mm for optimal performance. Look for cracks, bulges, or uneven wear that may compromise safety.

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Cold weather causes tyre pressure to drop, which can affect handling and fuel efficiency. Check your tyre pressure regularly, especially during temperature changes.

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3. Keep an Emergency Kit

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A snow shovel

Ice scraper

Blanket

Flashlight

Non-perishable snacks

First aid supplies

Safe Driving Tips for Snowy Roads

1. Drive Slowly

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Tip: Accelerate and brake gently to avoid skidding.

2. Increase Following Distance

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If your car begins to skid:

Steer in the direction you want the car to go.

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Visibility can be poor during snowstorms. Use your headlights to ensure other drivers can see you.

5. Stay in Control on Hills

When driving uphill, avoid stopping. Apply steady pressure to the accelerator and use a low gear for better traction.

When to Switch to Snow-Ready Tyres

Timing is crucial when switching to winter tyres. In regions where temperatures drop below 7°C consistently, it’s best to make the change in late autumn.

Tip: Store your regular tyres in a cool, dry place to extend their lifespan while using snow-ready tyres.

All-Season vs. Winter Tyres: What’s the Difference?

While all-season tyres offer year-round versatility, they can’t match the performance of snow-ready tyres in extreme winter conditions. Winter tyres are designed specifically for icy roads, providing unmatched safety and control.

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1. Check Compatibility

Ensure the tyres are compatible with your vehicle’s make and model.

2. Look for the Snowflake Symbol

Winter tyres with the three-peak mountain snowflake (3PMSF) symbol meet industry standards for snow performance.

3. Consider Studded vs. Non-Studded Tyres

Studded Tyres: Offer excellent grip on icy roads but may not be allowed in all areas.

Non-Studded Tyres: Provide reliable performance on snow and ice without damaging the road surface.

4. Consult a Professional

Visit a trusted tyre specialist, like EverTyres, to get expert advice on the best winter tyres for your needs.

Maintaining Your Snow-Ready Tyres

Proper maintenance extends the life of your winter tyres and ensures optimal performance.

Rotate Tyres: Rotate your tyres every 8,000–10,000 km to ensure even wear.

Clean Regularly: Remove salt and debris to prevent damage.

Monitor Tread Depth: Replace tyres if the tread depth falls below 3mm.

Plan Ahead for Winter Driving

Driving in snow can be intimidating, but preparation makes all the difference. Equip your vehicle with snow-ready tyres, keep an emergency kit on hand, and drive cautiously. These steps will help you navigate winter roads with confidence.

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Conclusion

Winter driving doesn’t have to be stressful. By equipping your vehicle with snow-ready tyres and following essential safety tips, you can enjoy a safe and worry-free journey — even in challenging conditions.

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[asssikawa]

1959 Red Cadillac

things get a little steamy between you and your hot neighbor in his garage

getou x reader, 18+, exhibition kink, mentions of smoking

The smothering summer heat smothered your lungs as you sat under the AC vent in your room, suckling on the cherry popsicle that dripped down your fingers. It stained your pretty lips and left your fingers sticky. You didn’t care really, it was so hot and you felt like you were going to melt even under the cold air. You generally hated summer; the heat, the insects especially the mosquitoes and the cicadas that sang loud in the afternoons and evenings, you hated it all. Well, all except for one thing. Your neighbour across from you; Suguru Getou, the college sophomore that just came home for the break. You met him while you two were in high school; he was a junior while you were a sophomore when his family moved into the neighbourhood. He made incredible marks and was a part of the top 3 in his class. To say you were shocked was an understatement, considering his appearance. His appearance was the embodiment of what every parent would hate their child to go after. His long raven hair was tied up in a half ponytail while the rest of his hair cascaded down his shoulders. His black graphic tee hugged his muscles that were designed in red and black ink. His ears hung with black gauges; god, he was perfect. Your small school crush had edged towards pure lust and a borderline obsession. You wanted him so bad.

You remember when you first discovered he played in a band; you were watering the plants outside your lawn, his garage door was wide out. The sound of drums beating and the fixing of guitar strings rang out in the empty neighbourhood. Looking both ways on the street, you jogged to his house, peeking your head in the doorway. There stood Getou in his black tank top and baggy black sweatpants, red guitar in hand. One of the other seniors, Satoru Gojo, slumped against the drums and the short haired brunette, Shoko was adjusting her guitar strings. “Looks like we have a visitor,” Gojo said, lifting his head, his snow blue eyes landing directly on your figure. Getou looked back and smiled.

“Ah, (y/n), this was the sophomore I was talking about. You’re a junior now, right?” He asked, setting his guitar down in his case. “Come sit,” his head pointed towards the peeling leather couch.

“Yes, I’m becoming a junior once we go back. I didn’t plan on staying longer, I just wanted to see where the noise was coming from. Sorry for intruding!” you squeaked out, gripping the doorway.

“We invite you, and tell us what you think about the song, kay?” Gojo said sluggishly, straightening his back. Shoko smiled, pulling out a cigarette.

“You want one?” She asked, offering the box to you, in which you shook your head ‘no’. Getou rolled his eyes, kicking the mini fridge door closed, holding a chilled water bottle.

“Shoko, they aren't a nicotine addict like you. Here (y/n),” he said, tossing the water bottle to you.

You giggled at the memory, watching the empty neighbourhood from your window. The sunset had turned the roads and auburn orange; it was pretty peaceful for the most part if you didn’t consider how it was absolutely boiling outside. Your eyes fluttered a bit as you watched Getou’s garage door open making your body perk up at the slightest. As the door opened, it revealed Getou in his tall glory, his black tank top hugging his waist, his black basketball shorts hiking up ever so slightly. Holding a bucket and a sponge, he approached the old red car that seemed to have a shine of its own. Pursing your lips, your mind wandered off with thoughts of a shirtless Getou with bubble studs running down his abs, causing you to feel a slight throb in your lower half.

You couldn’t wait any longer; you desperately needed that man.

Making your way outside, the heat slapped you in the face harshly. You could already feel the sweat starting to bead under your arms. Glancing both ways, you ran across the street, approaching the walkway to Getou’s home. The man paused his actions upon hearing your footsteps, turning to your direction. “Hey, (y/n)! What’s up?” He asked, filling the bucket with water from the hoses.

“No one was home and I felt kinda bored, are you about to wash the car?” You asked, walking over to the cadillac. He shrugged his broad shoulders.

“I was about to, but I don’t think watching me wash a car would be much entertainment for you,” Getou said with a smirk, turning off the hose water.

“I don’t mind,” you said, plopping yourself on the same old leather couch. (In fact, you enjoyed it more than you should have.) The sweat on your skin made the couch skin stick onto your body uncomfortably. He hummed, grabbing the soap resting on the wooden cabinet.

“Well, you can play with my guitar for the time being,” Getou smiled, spraying the car with the old green hose.

Your eyes remained locked on Getou as he scrubbed down the car, despite holding his guitar. “You just graduated right?” Getou asked, dunking the sponge in the soapy water.

“Yeah, I’m moving into the dorms next month,” you said, your fingertips running along the strings.

“Ah, which college?” he asked, looking over at you fiddling with the guitar.

“Same one as you, is it true that it’s a party school?” Getou let out a soft chuckle, rinsing down the car again with water.

“Between you and me, I go to at least 3 parties a week.” He snorted, small droplets of the water splashing onto his veiny forearms. Shifting in your seat, a wave of embarrassment washed over you; you hadn’t been to parties in high school, as you always had your nose in the books. Academics had always been your top priority, you had told yourself that you’ll experience school life during your last year of high school before realizing how little friends you had. You watched your early teen years run away from you by the time you turned 18. Getou seemed to notice your shift in demeanor, raising an eyebrow at your sullen face. “What’s wrong, dollface?” You flushed at the new nickname, stretching out your limbs as it was a habit whenever you were nervous.

“I just…never really got to experience high school; like the cool aspect of it. No parties or true friends. Just nothing. All I did was work and work. Of course, sometimes I hung out with your group, but it was never the same after you left,” you sighed out, laying your head against the old couch. “Even then, I felt like you were obligated to hang out with me because our parents were friends.” Getou’s eyes shifted from you to the car, as he held a tight grip on the microfiber towel.

“Do you still feel that way now?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, a little…” you mumbled, balling your fingers into a tight ball.

“Well, (y/n), the group likes you a lot; I like you a lot.” Getou said, dropping the towel on the hood of the car. His body moved towards yours in a hurry, his presence overwhelmed your senses. His cool wet skin came in contact with your hot sticky skin. “No experience huh? No drinking? No smoking?” He said, his finger hooking under your chin, beckoning your face even closer to his. “No partner?” You shook your head, your body continuously rising in temperature.

“I can teach you a few things,” he said, his lips ghosting over yours before he planted his moist lips against yours. Getou sucked the breath out of you, as his lips moved against yours. You tried chasing after his lips. He pulled away, chuckling, “you aren’t lying about not having experience, huh?”

“Shut up!” You flushed, your hands balling against your chest. He laughed, his hand moving up to cup your cheek.

“Just relax a bit, and follow my lead,” he said huskily, before pressing another open mouthed kiss. Slowly, you unballed your hands, resting them on Getou’s broad shoulders.

His other hand traveled down your body, resting at your waist, giving it a small squeeze. His weight on your body slowly caused you to lay down your body on the old couch while Getou pulled up, leaving butterfly kisses up your jaw. “I want you,” you finally said, a bit breathless from the intense kiss. With those three words, he picked you up from the couch, carrying you to the hood of his car. “W-wait! You just washed the car!”

“I’ve been waiting too long for me to care about the car right now,” he rasped, leaving sloppy kisses trailing down your neck. His cold hands went up your baggy shirt, leaving goosebumps on your heated skin before removing your shirt. He pressed a kiss on your collarbone, pinching at your nipples. Your breath got caught in your throat, legs twitching at the sudden stimulation. A sigh left your lips as Getou focused his attention at your perked up nipples.You let out a small gasp as he nipped at the sensitive bud, his teeth pulling at it. You looked down at him, your heart skipping a beat at the scene before you; his intense eyes were staring directly at you, his cheeks were slightly reddened. His breathing heavier as he switched off between sucking and twisting your nipples with his teeth. His mouth left your buds, a trace of saliva still connecting the two together before breaking. “Shorts off,” he said, taking off his tank top, revealing more of his tattoos that decorated his skin. Your eyes traveled down to his dark happy trail, your mouth slightly watering at the sight of his torso. “As much as I’m getting an ego boost from your drooling, I’m too fucking horny to keep waiting,” Getou said, trapping you on the car, both of his strong arms encasing your trembling body. Tugging down on your shorts, his thicker fingers played with your hole, his finger rimmed around teasing. A small whine left your mouth, dropping your head on his shoulder. Grinding your hips against his hand, soft pants eased out of you.

“Please Getou,” you gaped, your thighs twitching as heat pooled in your stomach. Your hand latched onto his wrist and he looked up at you, unamused. “It’s too much,” heavy breaths heaved through your body. A sly smirk split his face, pulling down his shorts. His dick slapped against his stomach; his tip was flushed red and precum oozed from the tiny hole. It was long and slender, with a small curve at the middle of his dick. It was a pretty dick in comparison to the porn you consumed thinking about the man in front of you. His tip pressed against your clenching hole, before pushing himself in you. A soft sigh left both of you; your walls expanding to accommodate his size. “S’ big,” you mewled out, feeling his dick throb at the slightest with your soft noises.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to move?” You nodded at Getou’s question, your heart slightly fluttering at his concerned tone.

You set the pads of my fingertips on his skin, gripping his shoulder. Touching him was addicting. Then, his first gentle thrust jerked against your hips.

He had hands on her hip, bracing himself, and his fingers curled into your flesh, strengthening their hold. His second thrust contained more power and went deeper, and this time your whole body bounced. Getou thrusted again and again, picking up his pace, and with each one you felt the pleasure build up in you with no time. The car started to rock with Getou’s increasingly rough thrusting, it creaked with age and weight. Your hot breaths rivaled the summer air that suffocated and put pressure on your lungs, trying to gasp for fresh air from his relentless thrusting. The scene before you made you salivate. His face, full of concentration, was haunting and erotic as he moved in and out of you. His raven hair loosened in its bun, strands of his hair stuck to his forehead. His grip on your hips tightened, soft grunts spewed from him. “Sugu- harder,” you managed to moan out, making the man nod while furrowing his eyebrows.

He slipped a hand behind your knee and lifted it, making your back fall flat on top of the cold car hood, setting your ankle on his shoulder and wrapped his tattooed arm around your thigh, pushing deeper with a thrust. His sounds of enjoyment were barely audible over your own moans. He pounded into you, furious and unapologetic, the car shook with brute force. The rubber band in his hair finally dropped, releasing his long hair and god, you wanted nothing more than to grab it. He knelt over you, moving his hand up to your jaw, roughly gripping it. Your wet bodies collided with each other, the hollow sound of your hips echoed in the open garage. You didn’t care if your neighbours heard how loud you were being. Your fingers entangled in his hair, pulling on the long strands. His eyes widened in shock at the sudden sensation, pausing his relentless thrusts. “Do it again.” Getou demanded, and you gladly obliged, tugging at his hair. A low whimper left his swollen lips. He picked up his pace once more; both of your moans mixed together, the air burned at your throats. His dick filled you perfectly, consistently hitting that sweet spot. The connection with him was too great, too powerful to hold back much longer. Your vision began to blur as pleasure spilled over. Pleasure from listening to his soft groans of satisfaction and the sheer force constantly abusing your sweet spot; it was not long before an orgasm washed over you, tears beading at your eyes. A silent moan got caught, leaving your mouth in an open ‘o’ expression as your back arched off the car. Getou’s orgasm came soon after, his iron grip on your leg and jaw clamped down, your walls milking him dry from his loads of cum that overflowed in your body. He dipped his head in your neck without pulling out, it was becoming a little uncomfortable for you. “How was your first time?” He asked, still panting into your collarbone.

“Amazing, but it would be even greater if you pulle-”

“Suguruuu, you know you left your wax pen at my- oh? What’s this?” The white haired male walked into the open garage, pausing in his long strides at the scene before him. Getou looked up at him, with a blank expression. Not even the slightest bit of shame or embarrassment on his face.

“Satoru, I’m kinda busy.” He deadpanned, you felt him getting hard once more inside you and wondered how much stamina the man had and if he had some sort of kink about getting caught in the act.

“I can definitely see that,” Gojo said as if he didn’t just walk in on his best friend rawdogging you and proceeded to make himself comfortable on the couch, manspreading his legs. Your eyes traveled down at the raging bulge constricting around Gojo’s pants, your eyes widening.

“So you two gonna continue or not?” He asked, with a sleazy smile.

[thirsty-pixie]

Princess

Harry Hook x Reader

Warning: unprotected sex

Word cound: 2922

"Ben I'm coming with you!" I said stomping my foot. "No dad will literally kill me if anything happens to you" Ben was my older brother, only a year older but still older. We had just been told that his precious Mal had went back to the isle and he was going to go get her. I didn't care what he said, I was going "Whatever Ben.... Evie make me an outfit pretty please" I smiled and turned to leave Ben's office. Ben tried to retort but I slammed the door smiling "I win" I whispered

I already wore quite a bit of black so it was easy to put together an outfit. I wore a black short skirt, fish net leggings, a midnight blue strapless shirt and a studded leather jacket. I looked in the mirror and Evie smiled "here these match that" she handed me my combat boots that she had studded and I slipped them on completing my out fit. "Perfect now let's hurry!" She grabbed my hand and we ran out to the car.

****

We made it to the isle and I was in awe, I never fit in back home and something about the isle felt right. Jay kept having to pull my back to the group due to me wandering, which shouldn't have come as a surprise. I was the adventurous type and Jay who was practically my best friend knew that. When we made it to Mal's place Ben went up alone to talk to her, Jay and and Evie were telling me about all the things they used to do before they came to Auradon.

Ben came down flustered and said she was staying, and while Evie tried talking to Mal Ben stormed off. I followed him so he wouldn't be alone but something grabbed us and pulled us into an alley that was hidden from the rest. Before I had the chance to scream a hand was placed over my mouth and I was looking into the most gorgeous blue eyes I had ever seen.

The hand was pulled away and my mouth was agape the more I studied his face the more something inside burned. "LET ME G-" I turned and seen Ben struggling but the other man hit him knocking him unconscious. The man with the blue eyes smiled and winked before going back to the alley. He dissapeared for a few minutes, when he returned he grabbed my arm and pulled me as he walked through the alley.

We were lead onto a ship and tied to a pole on opposite sides. "Why didn't you knock her out to?" I heard a female voice ask from behind me. "I uh I don't know.. she didn't struggle or scream. She might be mute" a man spoke before walking around to my side of the pillar. "Can ye speak?" He asked getting really close to my face. "Yeah but honestly I'd rather just listen to you talk" I said winking. "The names Y/n I'm Ben's younger, less popular sister" he raised an eyebrow and one side of his lips curled into a smirk.

"I like this one " he said laughing as he leaned over to look at the woman behind me "imma have some fun with you" he said in a raspy voice as he leaned back towards me. "Ooh I can't wait" my voice came out in a seductive tone that i barely even recognized. "Hey I'm taking Mr. King here to the restaurant keep an eye on princess. Grab him and lets go Gil!" The woman behind me said as her voice trailed off meaning she was walking away. I looked to my left and seen a man dragging my brother off the ship. Ben was just starting to regain consciousness, we made eye contact for a second before my head was forcibly turned back to the man.

He smiled and I felt my heart flutter, "don't worry about ye brotha they'll take good care of him." He whispered getting inches away from my face, his hand was still holding my chin firmly. I tilted my head slightly causing my nose to brush against his, his hand slowly slid from my jaw to around my neck. I took a deep breath and pulled at the ropes that restrained me. This man was doing things to me without even trying, he was bad news but I wanted more.

He watched me clearly amused by my struggling " ye know them are pretty tight. It's no use trying to get out" he leaned against the pillar with his forearm resting above my head, his warm breath tickling my neck as he leaned closer. He drug his hook down my neck stopping at my exposed cleavage, humming as he hooked my shirt. He pulled slightly exposing a little more skin, my breathing became rapid and goosebumps covered my body. I didn't realize how close he was until his lips brushed against my ear, "am I making ye nervous" I gulped down the lump in my throat and shook my head.

"Then what's wrong princess?" His lips grazed my neck and my breath hitched "do ye want me to stop?" He whispered snickering. "N-no" I studderd, earning a raspy hmmm. "Maybe we should find a uh not so public place?" I nodded vigorously and he laughed. "Well alrighty then" he undid my restraints and grabbed my bicep guiding me off the ship. I stumble after him trying to keep up and not trip over all the trash in the road, "wait I don't even know your name" I said stopping causing him to stop as well. He tried to pull me but I wouldn't budge "Why is that suddenly an issue?" He asked turning to look at me with a frustrated look on his face.

I stepped towards him placing my hands on his chest "well I should probably know the name I'll be screaming later" our bodies were pressed flush against each other and even in the dim light I could see his cheeks turn pink. "Well princess, since you put it like that, my name is Harry. Harry Hook the son of Captain Hook." He puffed out his chest proudly and I smiled. I held out my hand for him "you may proceed" he smiled and his eyes caught the light flashing a brighter blue as he grabbed my hand. "So where are we going" I asked curiously as he lead me through a maze of alleyways. "You'll see when we get there" he stated playfully.

My heart was about to poud out of my chest by the time we arrived, half from the running the other half from excitement. He opened the door and pulled me inside, closing the door extinguishing any light we had from outside. I blinked and squinted trying to see but it was no use, suddenly I heard a loud clink and a trail of lights lit one after the other all around the room. I blinked away the spots from the sudden brightness and smiled seeing him toss his hook on the table then saunter towards me.

He roughly grabbed my waist with one hand and slid the other behind my neck pressing his body to mine. He tilted my head back "are ye sure about this princess?" He asked his voice low and raspy, "yes now shut up and kiss me" our lips pressed together in a battle for dominance. He squeezed my hip and pulled my body tighter against his as he bit my bottom lip eliciting a moan from me. He smiled and attached his lips to my neck leaving small marks leading down to my exposed collarbone.

His hands moved to the hem of my shirt pulling it up over my head, I felt my face get warm as I suddenly became self conscious. He pulled my hands away from my stomach and smiled kissing me "Enchanting." He whispered as he pulled away, I smiled and bit my lip looking away towards the bed. He dropped his coat and pulled off his shirt tossing it to the side, I was mesmerized by his toned body. "Like what you see doll?" He cooed sending a shiver down my spine. I nodded and ran my hands down his abs before kissing him, he pushed me towards the bed until the back of my legs hit the edge.

A devious smile crept onto his face and he pushed me roughly backwards onto his bed, I yelped as I hit the firm mattress but before I could react Harry was on top of me kissing every inch of exposed skin. His hands shakily traced over my breasts, my chest was heaving as my breathing intensified. He slid a hand under my and undid my bra, he slid the straps down my shoulders and tossed the bra to the side. Once I was exposed he gently started massaging and nibbling my breasts, I moaned quietly as he left a trail of sloppy kisses down my stomach to the waistline of my skirt.

He looked at me for permission and I nodded biting my cheek, my stomach was doing flips I was so nervous. He slid my skirt and my fishnets down my legs discarding them and my boots. My body tensed at the thud of my boots hitting the concrete floor, he dragged his fingers up my legs as he brought his lips back to mine. The kiss was brief before he pulled away to kick his boots off, he undid his belt and let his pants slide off. I could see the outline of his hardened member pressing against the fabric of his boxers, hooked his thumbs in the elastic band and pulled them off before getting back on the bed.

He placed his hand on either side of my head and dipped down planting a single kiss on my lips "ever done this before doll?" His tone changed from his usual playful, teasing tone to a softer more serious one. I shook my head sheepishly and he nodded "I'll go easy on ya then" he winked and I smiled "ok...." he positioned himself between my legs and teased me with the tip rubbing it up and down. He pushed in a tiny buy then rubbed up and down again "Harry..." I whined causing him to smile. He pressed the tip in again, going deeper, I felt a burning sensation that made me squirm a little.

He bottomed out and I inhaled through my teeth trying to ignore the pain, he slowly pulled out and the burning sensation faded away. He pushed back in slower than before, "H-harry faster" he bit his lip and bucked his hips causing me to moan loudly and arch my back. A low growl came from him as he pulled out and thrust against the tip of his member smashing against my cervix. I dug my nails into his back as he he rammed into me, he rested his forehead on mine low raspy moans and curse words spill from his lips.

I felt an indescribable feeling building up in my core with every thrust, "Harry I-I think I'm gon-" he cut me off by pressing his lips against mine. He thrust harder and faster causing that feeling to explode like flood gates bursting open, a feeling of euphoria spread through my body. I threw my head back and moaned loudly as he continued to thrust, he attacked my neck kissing and biting the sensitive skin. He put all his weight on one arm and with the other he lifted my leg to get a better angle as he aggressively bucked his hips hitting that spot each time causing that familiar sensation to return.

By the time that explosion came I was screaming his name, his thrusts started to become sloppy and his breathing became choppy. He thrust in deep once, twice then the third time I felt him twitch. He sighed and kissed me before pulling out and layed next to me. "How was that princess?" He asked in his cocky tone of voice. I laughed and layed my head on his chest "well two things. One, I cant feel my legs and two, I think I love you" he laughed and tilted his head to look at me. "Oh is that so?" I nodded and he kissed me.

"Well I guess we should do it again just to be sure" he grabbed the blanket that had been tossed on the ground and pulled it over us. "Don't we have to get back to the ship?" I asked running my hand over his chest admiring his muscles. "Nah we can go back in the morning." He wrapped his arms around me hugging me tightly. I closed my eyes and smiled "ok" I whispered falling asleep.

I woke up to the sound of a metal clinking, I opened my eyes to see shirtless Harry standing at the edge of the bed. "Good morning princess" he said a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You have your pants on so I assume morning sex is off the table" I smiled sitting up holding the blanket to cover myself. "As much as I'd love to Uma is kinda freaking out. I guess she went to the ship last night and neither of us were there." He leaned over and kissed me running his thumb over my cheek bone gently.

I whined when he stood up and put his shirt on, he shook his head and laughed tossing my clothes on the bed for me. I got dressed quickly and went to his mirror to fix my hair, "ready?" He asked grabbing his hook from the table. I nodded and yawned, I followed him out the door and though the maze of alleyways and streets back to the ship.

"And where exactly have you two been" the woman who I assumed was Uma asked in an annoyed tone. "Well I got tired and wanted to go to bed. But you told me to keep an eye on her so I took her with me." Harry slung his arm over my shoulder throwing me off balance causing me to lean on him. "And her ropes?" She raised her eyebrows pointing to the pile of ropes laying where I was tied to the pillar.

"Mmmh yeah. Should a kept those with us. Being tied up makes it more fun.... maybe next tim." He picked up the ropes and I nodded. The realization set in and I felt my face get hot, Uma raised en eyebrow at me and smiled. "So princess isn't as much of a goodie goodie as we thought?" She laughed and Harry pulled me to his chest. I hid my face hoping to hide from the embarrassment that this was all said infront of all her crew and my older brother.

"Don't worry princess no one here is judge you" Harry whispered kissing my temple. I looked up at him and rolled my eyes "I hate you" he shook his head and smiled. "No you don't" Harry let go of me and turned to Uma who was picking up the ropes. "Tie her back up so when the others come it looks like shes here against her will." He grabbed the ropes and loosely tied me back up just in time. Mal, Carlos, Jay, Evie and one of the other students came out onto the dock.

It was time for the hand off and Harry was cutting us loose, I stood up and the ropes fell to the ground at my feet. I turned to look at Harry who had an angry look plastered on his face, "come on Y/n let's go" Ben said as Mal was pushing him away from the ship. Harry look away from me and I felt a pang in my chest, but before I could say I wanted to stay Mal grabbed me and pulled me with her. Uma realized the wand was a fake and a fight broke out, I was trying to find Jay but I got hit in the back of the head and was knocked unconscious.

When I woke up it was mostly quiet other than the sound of footsteps pacing on the dock. I stood up from the pile of nets and canvas to see blurry figure a few feet away. "Hey what happened" I asked trying to regain my sight. "Y/n? I thought ye left with the rest of 'em" i recognized the voice and smiled. "Harry..." my vision started to become clearer as he ran up to me, he wrapped his arms around me tightly. "I got hit in the head I missed the whole fight.... I was trying to find Jay so I could tell him goodbye" I explained what had happened but he just looked at me confused.

"Why would he need to tell 'im goodbye?" He asked tilting his head. "Because I wanted to stay here with you on the isle." His face lit up when I said this and he smiled. "was it that good that you would abandon you life in Boradon?" He asked raising his eyebrows. I laughed and elbowed him "alright don't get cocky Harry. But yes. And I never really fit in or felt like I belonged there, but here I feel like I can fit in here." He smiled and hugged me "so it was that good".

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Vegas, Baby!

Jeonghan X Male!Reader Drabble

This is my first time writing MaleXMale, so please tell me if anything crossed a line, any sort of constructive criticism is welcomed as long as it's respectful.

A shock to Y/N's friends' systems, he patted his friends on the back as they stared at the hotel, decorated floor to floor in rainbow decor, celebrating the month of Pride. The festivities of those who identify as LGBTQIA+ still in full swing for another 24 hours and Y/N plans to make the best of it with his friends.

"Is it always like this during Pride?," Y/N's friend, Velerie, asked, "it's so flamboyant. It doesn't seem like you, Y/N, you're always so quiet and never the type to go to Vegas on a whim."

Velerie was right. Y/N was the straight A good boy who never stepped out of line, who never rocked the boat and kept to himself. It was Luna, his childhood friend who suggested the idea of an impromptu road trip.

"This could be gayer, you know?" Y/N joked, watching all the couples and singles proudly show their affections without any judgmental looks, "hey, I forgot something in the car, I'll be right back. Go ahead and check in."

Just as Y/N's friends were walking into the hotel to check in as he was running back to grab something, another group had arrived, struggling to get their bags out of the stuffed van. A short male was trying his hardest to get some luggage, pulling at the bag crammed into the vehicle.

"Woozi, you just need to work out more. Maybe if you weren't in the recording stud-" a taller male grabbed the bag with a yank hard enough to hit Y/N in the abdomen, causing Y/N to gasp in pain and the other two boys to look on in concern.

"Shit! Jeonghan! What did you do?! Are you okay, man?" Woozi offered his hand to help Y/N as Jeonghan was looking for the words to say, "sorry about that. Jeonghan's not the type to wack innocent people with bags."

"No, it's okay," Y/N stood up with the help of Woozi, "I probably should've paid attention. Just getting here?"

Woozi slapped Jeonghan's shoulder, trying to earn a response. When no such response came, Woozi spoke up once more.

"Uh, oh yeah! We just came from a rehearsal for a show tonight."

"Oh, a show?" Y/N looked at the two boys, "what kind?"

"We're singers!" Jeonghan blurted out, stumbling on his words, "I'm Jeonghan and this is Jihoon! Why don't you come?! I'm sure we can sco-"

"Y/N!" Luna ran up behind the boy, "we're all checked in and good to go. Who are these handsome gentlemen?"

"This is Jeonghan and Jihoon! They want us to go to their show tonight."

Jeonghan looked up and down at Luna, "yeah. We should be able to give you guys some backstage passes. Is there anymore of you we should know about?"

"Two more, Velerie and Reed. Are you sure that's okay?"

Luna clung to Y/N's arm, "a concert?! That would be amazing! Look at you, Y/N. Breaking out of that shell. Only took a fuckton of years."

Woozi looked through the bags and spotted a few badges, sporting the Seventeen logo as well as a random member. Jeonghan grabbed the passes, looking for specific pass.

"Here," Jeonghan flung a pass out, hurriedly giving to Y/N, "I'd like for you to have mine."

Luna squealed, gaining an annoyed look from Jeonghan, "we'll definitely be there! Come on Y/N, let's go get settled in."

"It was nice meeting you!" Y/N yelled at the duo as they continued to help the other members unpack the girl.

"Woo-"

"Don't say it. I know what you're about to s-"

"What am I ab-"

"Oh, he was cute, but I think he's already taken, oh oh oh," Woozi mocked Jeonghan as he cringed in annoyance.

"I hate when you're right."

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After the concert, after the guys got all cleaned up from the sweat and drinks they threw, the thirteen boys decided to meet with Y/N and his friends.

Drinks were flowing, everyone was talking and dancing. Jeonghan walked over to Y/N, who was awkwardly sitting in a booth, next to a couple making out.

"Hey, why don't you come out and dance? Look, you've barely had a sip of your drink!" Jeonghan yelled over the music.

"This is actually my second! And I'm not the type to normally do this! Luna thought it would've been a good idea to come to Vegas for my first Pride as an open man!"

"Wait?! You mean you're not dating Luna?"

Y/N pointed to the pair behind them that have been trying to suck off their faces off for the past hour. Luna flipped her hair, revealing she had been making out with Mingyu, Jeonghan shocked.

"She's my best friend! We did have a thing when we were like 14, but that's what helped me realize who I am!"

Jeonghan sat in silence, the music pounding as Luna and Mingyu went to the dance floor and Y/N sat, stirring his drink with the straw and eating the bar peanuts on the table.

"Honestly I can't imagine my life without you even though I've only known you for a maximum of an hour, there's a Chapel down the street, let's go."

Y/N took a sip as Jeonghan confessed, the liquid spraying out as Y/N went bug-eyed.

"Jeonghan, that's just the alcohol talking."

"No, no, I'm being serious! You're handsome, you're funny, I haven't been able to get my mind off of you since we met earlier, and I can tell by the way you treat your friends, you're an amazing person! Let's go, let's go!"

"I hope you realize, more often than not, weddings in Vegas aren't actually legal."

"That's fine. As long as I can spend some time with you, I'm good."

Y/N contemplated, thinking back to Luna telling him he needed to get out there and stop being so quiet. Y/N stood up, grabbed Jeonghan's wrist and pulling him closer.

"Who do you want as the minster? Elvis or the Devil?"

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Nicor enjoyed helping people, even when he had just been a little Growlithe aiding his peers and fighting off bullies, he was always one to stand up for the weak. As an adult and fully-grown Arcanine he traveled the lands, fighting off slavers, raiders, tyrants and other monsters... and with every heroic deed grew his fame. Wherever he went, the people asked him to help with a problem they had – and it was not always an evil villain that needed to be vanquished. Sometimes a dam was threatening to break, forcing him to haul heavy materials and fix it. Other times he needed to find lost people in a forest, or dig out a caravan that got into a landslide. Fallen trees after a storm needed to be dealt with. Dangerous vermin needed to be exterminated from farmlands. The tasks for a wandering hero never seemed to abate.

He had just finished wrapping bandages around his bicep, huddled up in a dank cave. That Machoke bandit and his gang had really roughed him up before he had managed to defeat them, his whole body still aching. Nicor flexed his arm to test if the bandage wouldn't fall off, but the motion made him wince. His brown eyes glanced over the rest of his body – like any other Arcanine, he was generously fluffy with an orange and creamy coloured body and black stripes here and there, his mane standing out in long creamy spikes that merged with his chest hair, pretty much subsuming his neck. It didn't help that his chest was tremendously broad and consisted of two massive slabs of muscle befitting a heroic build, growing only slightly thinner towards the waist. Attached to his torso were bulging arms that could bend steel Pokémon, and his legs were mighty logs that could crush rocks between them. Unlike other Arcanines, his stomach was not black, but cream like his mane and tail, not that he minded. Over his powerful frame he wore studded leather armour that threatened to burst off his body, broken in some parts due to all the beating it received. Through the holes and gaps one could see even more bandages.

“I'm going to need some days for all these... oof. Hopefully the village has some food to spare, I'm not able to go hunting like this.“ he muttered to himself, grabbing his halbed before he made his way out of the wet cave, his long majestic tail swishing behind him.

The village was, as were so many, poor and consisted of a few huts. During these trying times where poverty and famines reigned and ruthless empires expanded, few people had much to give. As such, even though Nicor always helped and saved lives (or made them easier), he could never ask for much in return, this village not even having a single spare room for him, forcing him to camp in the cave, which was wet and dark and really not good for his back.

In the early years of his travels, he had silently accepted such facts. Nowadays, however, he started to really feel it in his very bones.

He swung his halberd to rest on his shoulder, approaching a group of villagers – a Bounsweet, a Linoone and a Sudowoodo. As soon as they spotted him and before he could voice his request for some food, they swarmed him.

“Nicor, I need you to repair my roof! It's damaged and it will rain soon!“ the Bounsweet pleaded, tugging at the fluff of his wrists.

“No, no, you need to help me build a new fence! There's wild animals trying to sneak through every night!“ yelled the Linoone, grabbing hold of Nicor's other arm.

Predictably, the Sudowoodo clung to his middle.

“What about the bridge, though?! Without anyone building the new bridge, no one can trade with us! Nicor, please, none of us has the strength for that!“ he sobbed.

The Arcanine let out a sigh that no one heard.

At the start of his career his tasks had grown more and more heroic – but it seemed that after a while, the foes did not always get bigger or badder and that he instead received more and more requests that dealt with manual labour of all sorts, but who was he to decline?

“I... apologize but the bandits that attacked you were a tough battle. I will need some days to recover and wanted to ask for some food... once I'm better, I'll help you, I promise.“ he said, smiling lightly at the three clingy Pokémon, who all stared up at him for a few seconds...

...and then talked over each other. No, they could not afford to give him food, what little they had was barely enough for them and their families. No, the tasks could not wait. No, the bridge was more important.

Nicor sighed.

The months passed... Nicor, the hero, wandered. He was welcome everywhere, as long as there were tasks the people had for him, and though many happy faces greeted him, they were always hiding a request behind them. Sure, he received their thanks, but a thank-you could not fill his stomach nor warm his furred hide. Sometimes he got a reward, of course, but it was almost never in proportion to the herculean (or laborious) task he fulfilled.

And sometimes, he really wished he had a house somewhere waiting for him. The life of a selfless hero did not pay well, nor did he own any land. He might have had plowed more than a few fields for frantic farmers, but he did not know how to grow vegetables, and hunting became more and more of a fruitless effort thanks to the world's general decline.

One time it seemed as if fortune smiled on him, though... in a larger town that was not quite as struggling.

“So this wizard's demanding food and gold, lest he ruins your city? Hrmph, another would-be tyrant... I'll see him brought to justice. You say I will receive a house and enough money to live a good while?“ Nicor asked the mayor, a Staraptor that nodded at him.

“Well, y-yes... if glory and fame are not enough for you, of course. You're a famous hero, after all.“ she said, eyeing him with a look he did not like.

“I have to settle down somewhere. I'm not getting any younger, so I'll have the house, thank you, Lady Mayor.“ Nicor said, getting up from his chair to readjust his armour. By now, much of it had broken down to reveal his mighty abs of steel, a fact some people certainly liked.

“You do seem like you've traveled the road for a long time. Be careful – this sorcerer wields fearsome powers, and he's thoroughly evil. I've never seen a more vile creature! Why, it seems he -delights- in hurting others when we can't bring him enough.“ she said, ruffling some of her feathers in disgust.

“Didn't you say it was a wizard?“ Nicor asked dumbfounded as they walked to the door of the mayor's office.

“Who cares? Now go and defeat this warlock so that my people can sleep in peace again.“ she said, almost pushing him out of the door, closing it behind him.

“...those are three different things. Ah well... what's another wizard-sorcerer-warlock. Wicelock... no, that won't catch on...“ Nicor grunted to himself, then made his way to the town's edge... the people on the streets all hailed him and cheered.

“It's Nicor! The hero! He's going to free us!“ “You're our only hope!“

“Kick that warlock's ass!“

“Nicor! Nicor! Nicor!“

The Arcanine couldn't help but smile – for a while, he felt like the young hero he once was, the one that believed helping people was its own reward. Well, and the admiration one received.

The cheering was audible for a while after he had left the town behind, approaching a ruined keep the warlock (Nicor had decided to use this term from now on) had claimed for himself. No guards, no nothing, apparently this guy worked alone. This was either an incredibly powerful warlock or someone who was all bark and no bite.

Soon he stood in front of the decrepit gates, kicking them open with ease.

“Your foul demands meet an end today, warlock! You won't oppress these people any longer!” he shouted, swinging his halberd as he rushed into the partly collapsed main hall, where the culprit sat on a throne. They always sat on a throne, Nicor had noticed in his career.

A Lycanroc, that much he had known. A Midday one, clad in creamy and white fur – and sporting a somewhat chubby paunch.

“A hero, how lovely. I was wondering when they'd grow a spine.” the Lycanroc retorted, swinging one leg above the other, grinning defiantly.

“I was expecting a Midnight Lycanroc... either way, prepare yourself, Chunks!” Nicor shouted, pointing his halberd towards the canine, who was stroking one of his neck horns that jutted out of the fluff.

“My apologies for ruining your stereotype. I'm quite happy being an evil Midday one. But say... you don't look so hot. A bit washed-up.” the Lycanroc said, not getting up. Nicor couldn't see a weapon, but he knew this was a magical foe anyway – there was just an odd crystal that he levitated above his paw, perhaps the source of his powers.

“How vile must one be to gleefully call oneself evil? There's nothing redeemable about you, villain. Stand up and fight!” Nicor replied with a frown, the comment getting to him.

“Pah, redeemable... look at yourself, you're all dirty and your gear's in shambles. What do your heroics give you? Nothing, am I right? Making yourself the slave of the people, thinking they'll thank you for it, but all they'll do is eat you alive. I'd know, I've seen it.” the Lycanroc said, standing up slowly. He was clad only in a loincloth that his little belly was not yet sagging over.

“Be silent. What you do is detestable... and you know nothing about me, demon!” Nicor shouted.

“What can I say, I just love making others squirm in agony. And the name is Xalys – remember it on the way to heaven!” the Lycanroc called out, then gathered dark energies from the crystal he held, throwing a barrage of lightning towards the Arcanine.

Nicor dodged them only thanks to his reflexes, then darted towards the Lycanroc. Xalys reacted quick as well, opting for a large blast that the Arcanine could never dodge, he figured – but his foe was not an ordinary one. With a slice of his halberd, he destroyed the magical energy, his blade

glowing with its own magical energy.

“You can use some magic too, not bad! You could achieve so much if you didn't make yourself a slave!” the Lycanroc shouted with a smirk, but that was fading fast when Nicor leaped towards him and struck, Xalys barely able to duck as the weapon swung over him.

“I help those in need, I am not a slave!” Nicor growled, trying to land a decisive hit, but the warlock blocked the strikes with energy from the crystal. One blow smashed the throne to pieces, the Lycanroc retreating.

“They abuse you, that's all! And the moment they no longer need you, they forget everything you've done for them! I feel bad for you, hero!” Xalys shouted, then overloaded his barrier, which sent the Arcanine crashing onto his back with a pained roar, squirming from magical lightning coursing through his body. Xalys was quick to plant his foot on the muscular chest, glancing down at him. “With the Blacklight Star, no one can touch me.” he said, his violet eyes fixed on the Arcanine's brown ones.

“Nicor, I can see it all over you. You're sick of this life. It's painfully obvious. Please, you have to see reason.”

“You're wrong!” Nicor shouted, and swiftly grabbed the Lycanroc's ankle atop his chest and yanked him off his feet with a yelp, followed by slamming his body onto his foe, pressing the air out of him.

“And your arrogance was your downfall!”

“Gah..! You... get... off... me... no!!!” Xalys gasped, trying to reach for the crystal that had left his grasp, but Nicor kicked it away. Without it, the chubby Lycanroc was nothing, very devoid of musculature and whatever magic he had left he wouldn't be able to cast with his arms restrained.

The tyrant that had pressed the town into enriching him had been defeated – no more gold, no more food would feed his greedy gut and his coffers.

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“He did it! He captured the warlock!” the people shouted once Nicor came into view, pushing the bound Lycanroc in front of himself.

“I don't want them to see me defeated like this... just kill me.” Xalys hissed, but Nicor just gave him a shove.

“Fat chance. They're gonna see how fat their tribute made you and how powerless you are. Seriously, relying on such a crystal and nothing else, you've got some nerve.” Nicor said, said crystal hidden in a pouch of his.

“I've just started my career, give me a break.” the Lycanroc muttered, keeping his head held high even as they walked through the flanking crowds, alternating between cheering at Nicor and booing at the villain. The mayor waited at the town square, wringing her wings in anticipation, then raised them once Nicor and Xalys came close enough.

“Great hero, you've freed us from a great evil! But... I thought you would have slain it.” she said, pointing some guards to grab hold of the Lycanroc, taking him off the Arcanine.

“It wasn't necessary.” Nicor said with a smile, basking in the adoration of the people. They all were

shouting his name and admiring him... it felt great. Yes, here he could imagine settling down.

“Well, for all you've done for our town you'll be rewarded as we discussed.” the Staraptor said, wringing her wings awkwardly before she turned towards the Lycanroc.

“And now to you, terrible mage! Put him in the stocks. For harming our citizens, the threats and forcing tribute out of us, you'll stay here until you starve. Or you die from the injuries someone inevitably will do to you.” she said, while the guards forced Xalys to bend over and put his head and wrists through the holes of the stocks, closing it with a shut.

“That sounds a little harsh. I'd put him in the dungeons, it's too dangerous, although he doesn't seem to have many powers on his own.” Nicor commented, but was ignored by the mayor, who raised her wings.

“Pelt him, citizens!” she called out, and Nicor had to duck out of the way as an onslaught of rotten food started to fly through the air.

“Monster! Villain!” they shouted, as Xalys was standing in the torrent of fruit and vegetables, a tomato bursting off his snout making him snarl, followed by a rotten egg hitting him in the eye. He writhed and wriggled, unable to escape his just desserts, the rounded tummy wobbling and quivering as it too faced the wrath of the townspeople.

“Now to you, uhm... Nicor, perhaps you have reconsidered? We could carry your name far and wide for this deed you have done, and surely bringing this spellslinger to justice was reward enough?” the mayor said with a hopeful tone in her voice that made Nicor eye her warily.

“We've been over this, mayor. I'm not doing this for the exposure. I'd like to see my future house now.” the Arcanine said, ducking out of a tomato's path that hit Xalys right in the nose.

“I'll kill you all! When I get out of this I'll make you all dead!” the Lycanroc shouted in anger, something he'd regret when under loud booing eggs were thrown right at his gaping maw, making him gag.

“Oh, well, certainly, if you're sure, but perhaps we can do it later and one of my staff will show you-” the Staraptor began, but Nicor held up a paw.

“I want to see it right. Now.”

** *

Nicor stared at his reward silently, his long, fluffy mane and tail swaying in a breeze. A breeze that tore off the last remaining roof brick, making it fall into the ruined hut stuck between two large and fine stone houses, a space where someone broad and tall like Nicor would manage to barely turn around in. And that was ignoring the fact it had no roof and partly collapsed walls.

“It, uh, might require you to spend some of your reward money to have it repaired, but... it's the only free house we have. Everything else is filled, you know, the state our world is in and all that. This used to belong to some Rattata family, it... certainly has some charming qualities.” the mayor said, eyeing the paralyzed Arcanine.

“I'll, uhm, leave you to it! Good work! You've saved us all!” she said before hurrying away, Nicor did not stop her.

You've saved us all, she said, and this was all he got for that? The Arcanine could not fathom it. His

hopes were crushed, and slowly he looked at the money he had received. He was no expert, but he was certain that -complete renovations- would eat far more money than he had gotten.

“This can't be happening. No, I won't give up, I'll... I'll make the best out of it. I'm going to ask the carpenters' guild to make it a nice little abode. Surely they'll do it for free considering I saved their business.” he told himself, his brown eyes twitching in their sockets, a little voice whispering they wouldn't.

The voice would be right.

“I'm sorry, Sir, we really appreciate what you did for us, but we can't work for free, you know? We've got families to feed and costs. I can give you five percent off, but hm, we can't start on it this month either, we have so much to repair.” the Bidoof guildie said, giving Nicor a half-baked apologetic smile.

“What do you mean you can't do it for free and noth even this month?! I risked my life and got ruins for it! I don't even have a roof!” Nicor said, almost yelling, many a head in the building turning towards him.

“Just use some of the tribute you had given to Xalys! Please, I saved you all!” he added, the act of pleading hurting his hero's soul deeply.

“I'm really sorry, but that sounds like extortion, Sir. That'd make you just like Xalys, even if only for once. It goes against our rules and-” the Bidoof said, interrupted by Nicor picking him up and lifting him high above the counter, right to hise face, pupils diluted.

“I don't have the money! What I got is barely enough for two weeks of food! I got injured for you, I got hurt for you!!!” he roared, the Bidoof squirming in his grasp.

“Let me down, let me down! There's nothing I can do, Sir!” the Bidoof shrieked, some other guildmates coming by to surround Nicor.

“Hey, you let him down! Right now!” they shouted, and Nicor obliged with a soured expression. “But where will I even stay until you can fix my roof?!” he asked exasperatedly.

** *

“But of course we can give you a place to sleep for some weeks! You've defeated the evil cleric, after all!” the Rapidash said, leading Nicor to the staircase of the tavern, where underneath, in the shadow, a small and dusty bed stood, covered in crates and trash.

“This... this is all? I... I am not sure I can fit in under there.” Nicor said, staring horrified at the cramped space.

“It's unfortunate but all our rooms are booked. Oh, and could you sweep the place now and then? Thank you.” she said, and then left him to it. Crates and trash on the bed, and all.

At the end of the day, after receiving some bread and a mug of beer (surprisingly for free), Nicor laid down on the creaky bed, then made the mistake of trying to readjust his position, bumping his head against the downside of the stairs. The fluffy mane shielded him from the worst, but it still hurt.

“Ow! And my legs dangle off, too! I... I hate this! I paid for half a roof that won't be built within the next three months and I have to sweep just so I can huddle in some corner and bump my head...?!

This isn't what I was hoping for...” he muttered to himself, trying to find a good spot for the blanket, which of course could only cover a portion of his large body. Oh, how he regretted things now. If only he had done something else with his life, he thought – his body was aching all over and all the happiness the admiration had brought him had vanished. He could not even pretend that the safety of the people was its own reward, he thought of what Xalys had said during their duel, and how much his words had hit a mark. A mark Nicor had tried to hide.

The Arcanine groaned when he turned to his side, something poking his hip. Right, the crystal. What had Xalys called this one again? He reached into his pouch and pulled the purple thing out, looking it over. From what he could tell, this thing was a very powerful source of dark energies, glowing in the same colour that Xalys' eyes had been... perhaps it had corrupted him. The crystal was cut like a briolette, similar to a teardrop and its powers obvious. He should probably destroy it, if it was in his power, but not here. It might even be too strong for that.

“What an eerie but beautiful thing... with this power he could've turned me to dust. Hrm... oh well.” he muttered, then put it back into his pouch, though the pouch itself somewhere else so he wouldn't get poked by the crystal again. Used to sleeping in dreadful conditions, he soon fell asleep.

** *

Xalys was not having a good evening. Children had danced around him and poked and slapped him with sticks, while some angry males had punched him in the gut and the face. At this point he'd easily die to humiliation first instead of exposure, or his injuries, just like the mayor had said. “Cursed... little... people... just wait until... I get the Blacklight Star again...” he huffed, wishing he could sit down, but the stocks didn't allow for that. Splat went another tomato exploding on his rear, making him grimace.

“Grow your tomatoes properly, if you have this much to waste, you're doing it wrong!!” he shouted, but it only earned him a cabbage to the head.

“Miscreant! Monster!” someone shouted as they passed. At least by now people only sometimes threw something, but he was still quite the spectacle.

“Oh I'm a monster alright... and why not? Better that than being a Mareep shackled by ethics and convention.” Xalys growled, a passing Mareep giving him an angry glare.

“Hey, I didn't make the saying.” he added.

** *

“It's the hero, lady mayor, he's very -” the mayor's assistant tried to say, but Nicor forced his way through with sheer force, of which he had ample thanks to his more than heroic, muscular build.

“When I fought the warlock for you I expected a real house and some suitable amount of money, mayor! I demand that you set this right!” he growled, pointing a finger at the Staraptor behind her desk, who let out a gasp.

“You demand?” she said in surprise, Nicor quickly noticing how bad his tone had gotten so he cleared his throat.

“I... well, I can't live like that, surely you understand!” he said, but was unable to take out the anger in his voice completely.

“Like I said, it's the only one we really have. But if you use the money I gave you...”

“That's already been used for half a roof, built in some odd months!” “Well, the guild is very busy, you must understand.”

“What I understand is that I'm not any better off than before.”

“That's not very heroic... fine, I could offer you a new job for another reward, Nicor. There are some dangerous animals in the cliff nearby that would make excellent beasts of burden. Someone with your strength and abilities could surely capture them and-” she began, raising a wing, but Nicor scowled at that, so she stopped and lowered it again.

“No?”

“I dealt with the deranged warlock and now you want to give me the menial job? It's like everywhere I go, everywhere...” he growled, turning around to leave, hitting the assistant in the face with his majestic tail.

“You could sleep over it! We'd really appreciate it! Think of all the happy faces!” the mayor called after him, but right now, those words sounded so hollow.

These faces she mentioned – belonging to the same people that wouldn't give him what he needed, after he had given them what they needed. What worth was their happiness? They only thought of themselves, not like him who had sacrificed so much just for others. If they'd all be like him, there'd be no trouble getting through this dark age.

Nicor left the building, some Pokemon had waited for him outside, having seen him entering earlier. He stared at them – they cheered, smiled. But then, they voiced their demands. Can you come beat up a thief, please come and carry bags of grain to the mill, come fell some trees. He moved past them without a word, moved without a goal. Where would he go, anyway? The ruined home? The cramped bed under the stairs?

The Arcanine reached into his pouch, pulling the crystal out, staring into its darkness. Was it this thing's fault? Did it make him so angry, so full of sinister thoughts?

“The Blacklight Star doesn't corrupt, if that's what you think... these thoughts are all in your heart.” a voice said, and Nicor looked up.

He stood on the market square, Xalys and the stocks a few feet away. The Lycanroc was smirking, but he looked badly bruised.

“I've fought for so long and suffered so much.” Nicor replied, looking at him with troubled eyes. Xalys nodded.

“I've lost my father like that, you know. He selflessly gave the people, again and again, until one day he couldn't, and they murdered him without a thought. You understand, don't you? I know heroes similar to you, always sacrificing themselves, but you're not like that. You don't want to burn out.” the Lycanroc said, keeping his violet gaze to Nicor's brown one.

“I feel so bad for you, Nicor.”

“Don't. I don't... I don't need your pity, I pity you, you're – you're a joyless... monster.” Nicor replied, but his confidence was fading.

“A monster maybe, and I may be in shackles... but I am not as much a prisoner as you are. You look so tired, Nicor. Come with me, with the Blacklight Star, we can make -us- happy.” Xalys said, his

paw held in an inviting gesture.

Nicor stepped up to the stocks, and grabbed hold of the lock – then tore it apart, his biceps bulging. Gingerly he reached out for the stocks to open them.

** *

“How do you feel now?” Xalys asked Nicor hours later, the two of them deep in a forest, long past midnight.

“Like I've never felt before... I thought it'd feel bad, but all I feel is... happiness. Like I spent all my life submerged in water and finally reached the surface.” the Arcanine replied, staring down at his trembling paw, the motion stopping when Xalys' much smaller paw grabbed hold of it, walking around Nicor until he stood in front of him. He was smaller by a head or so, so he was forced to look up.

“How poetic. I knew you had it in you... Good... what good does that do one? Let us do whatever we desire, Nicor.” Xalys said, reaching up to peck the Arcanine's chin.

“I won't hold back anymore. From now on... I take what I want.” the Arcanine replied, his eyes narrowed and grim. He let go of Xalys' paw to undo the straps of his near-broken armour, tearing it off himself roughly and carelessly throwing it away, and it broke to piece upon landing on the ground.

** *

Many years later...

Nicor smacked his lips before letting loose a reverberating belch. The Arcanine laid sprawled out on his divan chair, rubbing wide circles over his bare, bloated gut. It had grown tremendously ever since he had given up his heroic days and just indulged, long replacing the abs of steel of old. His chest was still wide, but no longer due to brawny, muscular flesh, now it oozed with adipose and sagged off the sides of his sloping belly, which itself hung deeply over his crotch, the underbelly nearly always resting on a large portion of his thighs. The only way these could still crush rocks was if it were a particularly sandy and unstable piece of stone, as they were ripe with soft blubber that rubbed against each other whenever the Arcanine walked.

He decided to lay on his back, tossing and turning his bulk to get into the desired position, his creamy belly sloshing and wobbling uncontrollably as he did. It quivered from the slightest touch or motion, so these movements sent the flab flying, he even put a paw on a moob to stop it from bouncing so much.

“Phew! I'm famished... more. Yes, I want more, way more. Kerrel!” he called out, and a Lucario appeared, hurrying into the room to salute in front of the indolent, obese Arcanine lazing on silken cushions.

“Yes, Captain Nicor! At your command, Captain!” he said, huffing a bit from the short jog – none of the guards Nicor commanded were prime examples of fitness, the Lucario for example sporting a more than large arse.

“I'm hungry! So go and fetch me some food and slaves to feed me. Ah, and give me a report of how the citizens are faring, they've been uppity lately.” Nicor said, claws raking all over his soft belly, tugging at the fattened flesh, the other arm waved around randomly, the fat on it swaying just a bit.

“Right away, Captain! Are you worried they might rebel? The Overpokélord's recent law has upset them, maybe they'll actually try something...” Kerrel said, watching his superior, ears twitching when the Arcanine belched once more.

“No, BRURRRRRP! I'm not worried... not yet. They won't do a thing until a hero comes. They always wait until some idiot comes by. And as far as I know, there hasn't been anyone like that lately, so... let them toil to make us richer. You're dismissed, now arrange for my food.” Nicor said, his violet eyes fixed on the Lucario with a smirk, arms crossed behind his head in preparation for a little nap.

After all, he deserved all the rest, no?

[trailerstandard]

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If you are looking for a trailer connector that includes a spring cable guard, you will want to consider the Pollak 12-800E. The spring cable guard helps protect the connector from shorting out. Other features of this trailer connector include a shock-resistant and non-corrosive interior, and unique terminal reinforcer dams. This company has earned Q1 preferred status with major automakers, including Ford and GM, and is known for its high quality and innovative designs.

This 7-way connector plug has round pin receptacles and a die-cast metal housing.7 pin abs trailer wiring manufacturer The connector is compatible with all other 7-way connectors. It also has a strain-relief spring and a vinyl insert. Its tapered design and extended lip make it easy to install and remove. Noco

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The Noco genius trailer connector is designed with ergonomics in mind. It provides the trailer with auxiliary power while preventing the cable from becoming tangled. It also features a safety latch to prevent unintended removal of the connector from the trailer. Leviton

Leviton's line of trailer connectors includes a wide range of straight blade connectors for residential, commercial and industrial applications. Their connectors are designed to withstand impacts, corrosion, and chemicals. They are made from residential-grade plastic to resist acid, grease and other substances that can damage other types of connectors.

Among their many features, trailer connectors may come with add-on springs or boots to provide seal protection and strain relief. These features are especially useful when installing trailer connectors on work trailers. Additionally, they feature solid brass housings to provide superior protection and withstand considerable shock and vibration. Noco Company Port Plug

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A 16-inch extension cord is included with this plug to provide plenty of flexibility. A convenient outlet in the back is located in the center. This outlet is perfect for battery chargers, engine block heaters, and home appliances. It requires a 2-inch hole in the vehicle's frame to install, and comes with three screws. Leviton Straight Blade

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For added strain relief, trailer connectors with add-on springs and boots are available. These add-ons are particularly helpful for work trailers. Moreover, solid brass housings offer great protection from vibration and shock.

[terrimood]

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[nickgerlich]

Hold My Beer...

I have been a fan of beer for many years, long before I could even...um...legally consume it. It was back in 1974 that a cousin got me started collecting beer cans, which was a hobby that arose in the Midwest, and soon spread around the world. I was only 15, but suddenly I found myself knowing more about beer than the alcoholic who spent Saturday night in the drunk tank.

It’s OK. Really. I was helping document America’s brewing history. S’all good, man.

And it gets even better in that I am writing a feature story for Route Magazine about breweries along the Route 66 corridor. I get to combine my passions for the old road with beer. Words are flowing (and foaming) like a hearty IPA streaming out of a tap.

Today, there are 7000 breweries in operation in the USA, and that number could swell to 9000 in the next few years, if federal permit applications are any indication. Never before have there been so many breweries here. Not even close.

The previous domestic brewing apex was in 1873, with 4131 breweries. Consolidation and closures saw that number dwindle to 1179 before Prohibition became law in 1920. By the time of its repeal in 1933, only a handful of breweries were still in business, and only because they had adapted to selling ice and soft drinks. The industry had been decimated, and had to rise from the ashes.

The industry did recover and quickly, peaking at 703 breweries during the height of the Great Depression. I guess drinking took away some of the pain. But the industry then rapidly slipped into consolidation, and by the late 1970s, there were only 89 left.

My growing beer can collection took a hit, because brands started disappearing, and the number of items to collect shrank. The focus of the hobby shifted to finding the old ones, which were buried in dumps or found when buildings were demolished. Turns out that carpenters liked to stay hydrated on the job, but had to get rid of the evidence. They simply dropped the empties between wall studs.

But I digress.

One of my featured breweries is Six Car Pub & Brewery in Downtown Amarillo, which opened in May 2018. It sits only a couple hundred feet off Route 66, and is part of not only the brewing renaissance, but also the downtown revitalization efforts.

As co-owner and Operations Manager Colin Cummings told me, Amarillo is a “young” town when it comes to craft brewing. While the resurgence has been going on for more than 20 years, it is only now starting to get traction in town. There are only three other breweries here in a metro of 270,000 (Long Wooden Spoon, Pondaseta, and Big Texan).

This creates challenges when trying to appeal to neophyte beer drinkers accustomed to the mass-produced swill...sorry, my bias may be showing...from AB InBev and MillerCoors. To that end, they have had to educate many local beer drinkers, introducing them to house-brewed styles they would find to be similar to, although a hell of a lot tastier, than what they normally drink.

Thus, as Brewmaster Grant James told me, their Canoodle, a light lager, has proven to be exceptionally popular. Cummings also mentioned their Oktoberfest, which is a dark lager little different from Texas favorite Shiner Bock. Alas, that one is only a seasonal offering.

If anything, the explosion of new breweries in the US has helped raise our beer IQ. Just because it’s from a craft brewery doesn’t automatically make it good, but there are now thousands of hand-crafted brews that stand head and shoulders above the mass market.

Craft beer now accounts for 12.7% of the industry by volume, and 23% of the $111.4 billion market. That’s significant, because craft beers tend to cost more than mass-market beers, but it shows that a growing number of consumers are willing to pay for quality product.

And never mind that many of these craft breweries are now canning their beers, thanks to revolutions in canning lines that make it fairly inexpensive for even small breweries to make their beers available in convenient packaging. The beer can collector in me has gone crazy trying to keep up with the thousands...and I mean thousands...of new collectibles.

I suppose the American beer industry has come full circle now, and beyond. Most people look to Germany for their beer leadership. With 1300 breweries for 82.8 million people, that comes out to one brewery for every 63,692 people. The US, though, with 328 million people, can now boast a brewery for every 46, 857 people. Take that, Germany. No offense to my friends there, but we’re kinda rockin’ this thing now. I raise my glass, like I’ve been doing for 45 years. But now more than ever.

Dr “Prost!” Gerlich

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[blogaarti]

Agriculture Tires Market is Expected to Witness Sustainable Growth During the Forecast Period (2021-2025)

To feed an ever-increasing population in the global south, there has been a huge spike in the demand for high yield crops benefiting agriculture tire manufacturers. Agriculture tires have a deep tread design custom-built for tractors to provide greater traction while off-roading or traversing through gravel, sand, or mud strewn pathways. In stark contrast to winter tires, agriculture tires lack studs but have grooves enabling them to sink into gravel for ideal traction. The agriculture tires market has grown rapidly on account of greater deployment in the mining and construction industry. 

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COVID-19 has caused unprecedented strain on the global supply chain upending entire business models. While rubber suppliers worried about transportation bans and logistical issues, tire manufacturers had to contend with lockdowns and production freezes. Naturally, operating profits were wiped off overnight and overheads skyrocketed causing immense financial strain and impacting agricultural tire delivery dates. Although demand in the automotive industry is displaying signs of revival, uncertainties abound. Nonetheless, agriculture has been spared the brunt of the pandemic. To recover quicker than rivals, companies in the agriculture tires market should focus on deploying nanotechnology and providing real-time data that enhances performance to their customers. 

Perfect Trifecta of Factors Make Europe Agriculture Tires Market Ripe for Transformation

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Diminishing Reserves of Natural Rubber Could Make Radial Tires Replace Biased Rubber

Asian giants China and India continue to exhibit a strong preference for biased rubber as it offers superior flexibility and is cheaper to manufacture. However, dwindling supplies of primary ingredient natural rubber could prove problematic in the long run allowing radial tires to step in. Radial tires are made of synthetic material and have a steel ply manufacturing base making them more flexible and durable than radial agricultural tires. China and India are the most populous nations on the planet and have significant percentages of their people involved in agriculture. Agricultural tire companies are keen to tap this demand by establishing manufacturing units to take advantage of abundant raw materials, favorable policies, and cheap and plentiful labor. 

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[way2dubai]

The electric scooters are cheap, convenient and funny means of transport. You can go anywhere; on roads and streets and enjoy making local errands fun, quick and easy. You can ride the electric scooters even in the corridor of your home or shopping malls. Electric scooters are the cheerful way of transportation.

One button, many uses Tap the button to turn the scooter on and hold it for three seconds to turn it off. While the scooter is on, tap once to turn the light on/off, or tap twice to switch between speed modes. 3 speed modes Easily switch between ECO mode, Standard mode (D) and Sports mode (S) by double pressing the power button.

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