#Nude Las Vegas

[kdo-three]

Bunny Yeager: Promotion photo for the film, "Bunny Yeager's Nude Las Vegas" (1963) Bunny Yeager's Nude Las Vegas | Full Movie: https://youtu.be/A2lc3dQrMO4?si=NBiPopJiq8ywuK-i

[tex6689]

[mandymayhemmusic]

[movieposters1]

[bunny-jpeg]

on top of the world

max verstappen

tags: smut/pwp, post-las vegas gp (2024), pregnancy/pregnant!reader, tender & gentle sex, established relationship,

a/n: congrats max for another wdc!

max wrapped you up in his arms and held you tightly. he kissed you on the side of the face with such love. such affection, there was a fire to his kiss, the after burn of a heated race. he came in fifth this weekend, but he was just that good that he managed to get enough points to secure his fourth world champion!

and when max pulled away with misty eyes. the thrill of the wdc never damped. he smiled brightly at you and said, "i won the wdc."

you swallowed and in the heat of the moment replied, "and i'm pregnant." you wished you could've taken the words back, but instead max just kissed you once more. your legs felt like jelly as you clung to him. wrapped up in one another, but max's grip loosened on you. after all, you were pregnant.

"you're pregnant." he said as his hands trailed up your sides once you were in the privacy of the hotel room. during every interview with what felt like every news network in the world. not only did he want to talk about his win, but the growth of your family.

you traced your hands down the front of his red bull branded t-shirt, "remember why we were so curious why jimmy, sassy and donatello were always hanging around me?"

he nodded as he undid the buttons of your blouse.

"the entire weekend i felt sick in brazil and we chalked it up to something not agreeing with me." there was another nod from your boyfriend, "and then when you put your face between my breasts and i always yelled because they were so tender? yeah... i'm pregnant."

he looked at your face and then your middle. he patted a hand across the soft flesh and licked his lips, "you're serious, right? no joke?"

you held his face in your hands and looked into his blue eyes, "max... maxie... my love. i took five of them. i'm pretty sure it's impossible for all five to be false positives... when i head back home i will get the blood work done."

he beamed at you and pulled you in for another heated kiss. soon you were pulling at the shoulders of his t-shirt. his hat was flicked off onto the floor and with a bit of help you were both soon completely nude on the bed.

he looked amazing, even post-race. he was well showered and out of his driving clothes. but, he still looked flustered from the heat of the race, and even though it was so late into the evening. you both couldn't sleep, not while your brains were running a mile a minute. he admired you, loved you as his hands spread across your form.

"you and i made a baby, huh?" he said as leaned down and kissed your stomach, how much it would change while you carried his child. his kisses continued to trail across your body and you felt a shiver of euphoria through your system as he got between your legs. his cock stood at full attention and he wanted to map out every inch of you skin. as much as possible. he wanted to feel the love of his life as much as he could, to worship your body.

"yes, that's what happened." you giggled as your combed your fingers through his dirty blond hair, "that's usually what happens when you have unprotected sex." you smiled then kissed him when he rose his head.

"i hope you know, i'm here for you and our baby, okay? i'm not walking out, no, never." he nodded earnestly, even though there was no doubt in your bed. it was sweet for him to confirm it for you. you pulled him into a searing kiss and got him onto his back with you on top of him. you spread your hands across his broad chest, you could feel his racing heartbeat.

you rubbed your hands up and down his chest as you pulled away. you looked down at him before you slowly sank on his cock. before he could say anything you replied, "we'll go soft. no need to get too worried there, mister verstappen." you moved your hips slowly against him and he tensed up for a moment at the feeling.

max knew you were going to be his wife, he was certain anyone at the team could see that. the way max held you and kissed you. the infamous maxplaining about you and your own accomplishments. while you weren't a superstar driver, he wanted everyone to know that you got your master's degree. he simply hadn't popped the question so your last name could on every degree you earn. but that might have to change a little prematurely with the news that you two were expecting a child. he groaned a little as he felt the circulation of pleasure through his body. the rise and fall of your hips as you made love to him.

both of you still running off the high of the race and of the victorious news. you moved a little faster, but he slowed you down. he panted, "i want to feel you, all of you." he swallowed back a heavy moan as he moved against you. he admired every curve of your body. you were his, all his. the two of you were going start a family. be a family. one thought crossed his mind, he'd need to go ring shopping.

"i love you."

"i love you too."

you continued to work his body slowly, feeling every each of one another. max's hands tickled you a little and your giggles made his pulse leap. you could feel the circulation of pleasure in your brain as you moved against him with such affection and love. you loved max, you loved him more than you could put into words. there were no words in any language that could describe your affection towards the man. your man.

your bodies moved together. but it wasn't fucking, it was making love. you were enjoying each other's bodies with heated want while you moved against him lovingly. you moaned a little louder when the pleasure started to creep up through your body. you leaned in to kiss him once more as you moved your hips. you braced yourself on his toned chest and moaned deep into the kiss. that seemed to excite max as he held onto you a bit tighter. not tight enough to bruise. but, enough to be protective over you. over his beloved woman.

when you pulled away, you pressed your forehead against his and giggled, "soon we're going to have to find new ways to do this." then kissed him on the face.

"i'll take you anyway i can, my love. anyway you'll let me have you." he shuddered at the feeling of you. the two of you moved against one another during heated kisses and you could feel the pleasure spike in your body. when you broke the kiss, he said, "i won this all for you. but i think you upstaged me." he chuckled lightly, his cheeks dusted with pink, "i was going to come home with the world championship, but you were to come home with our child." he kissed you again, "i guess i'd rather be beaten by my wife than anyone else."

you felt a rise in you from his words, only to spur you on with slow but steadier movements. you raked your nails dwon his pale chest and whispered praise towards him. it wasn't erotic so much as intimate. how much you loved him, how much he meant to you. "when i see your eyes, i feel the future, max. and not just trophies and fast cars. i see a home, a life, a family." and he shuddered at your words. you knew how to make him feel so comfortable, safe and sound.

you marginally picked up speed and knew you weren't going to last much longer. you kissed him deeply as you rode him perfectly. your pussy fit perfectly, and he loved the feeling of you around him. cunt around his cock, hands on his chest,t he weight of you on his hips as you moved against him. everything oozed with perfection and made his heart stammer.

the two of you continued, the kisses only furthered. you held onto him tightly and with a few more movements of your hips. you clamped down around him and came. you moaned deeply into the kiss and let the pleasure wash over you.

max felt a similar feeling and while you rose through your orgasm. he finished inside of you as well. mindful not to be too rough with you. you two kissed more as you felt up his chest and he felt up your hips. you stayed seated on his cock for a few moments while you enjoyed the feeling of his lips on you.

but a night of euphoric highs led to emotional crashes that left you sleepy. soon you got yourself off of him and laid next to him on the king sized bed. you were panting heavily. max was playing with your left hand, especially your ring finger.

you smacked him on the chest with that hand while you laid out on the bed, "and no, max. we're not getting married in vegas." then looked at him, "we'll do it right... plus i'm certain your sister and my sister would kill you."

max just beamed and pulled you into a tight cuddle, "fair, fair, mrs. verstappen."

-

you told very few people about the pregnancy, especially not the press. people did notice the slow down of photos of you on max's social medias as you got further along.

one fan wrote online, "maybe they broke up?"

another said, "he better not embarrassed with her now or something stupid like that!"

you found the comments endearing while you were in your home in monaco, the cats still gravitated towards you. with the newest of the bunch always finding their way around your swollen middle. max did take photos of you, every chance he could. but, those were for his private collection as the following season started to wind up. while you would've loved to be there, the swell in your middle was only getting more obvious.

"you better facetime me." your lover wagged his finger at you.

"not if jimmy lies on top of my phone and i lose it for an hour." you giggled before you kissed max on the mouth. it was hard to see him go, especially when any updates about your child with him were over text and calls. it was hard.

he would eventually post a photo after a mysterious absence from social media around the summer break, "going to win a fifth world champion for you the way i won the previous four for your mama." and that answered every questions fans had. the photo was max holding his son with the stupidest grin on his face.

and by the end of the 2025 season, he had secured a fifth victory. for you, for him and for the son you both loved dearly <3

[vicomaco]

Now something completely unrelated to my comic and even surprising coming from myself! FERRARI commissioned me the poster for the F1 GP of Las Vegas, that happens this sunday!!! https://www.ferrari.com/it-IT/formula1/articles/gran-premio-las-vegas-2024-cover-art Here above you have the poster And below the sketch and the nude version. Hope you like it!

[liillyliilly]

Go-Go Dancer

kenji sato x reader words; 1737 synopsis; she's an unattainable go-go dancer, he's just a baseball player.

Neon gold lights. Thigh highs and swinging hips with dangling belly-dancing chains. Midnight answers desiring to be claimed. Nothing can go wrong in Las Vegas, even if only for a night of faked immortality and shaken resolve.

Kenji Sato can’t help it if he has a sweet tooth for just one girl that he has to fly out every month for.

He tried asking if she’d fly out to him once but she just licked her cherry lollipop, rolled her eyes, and gave him a flat, “No.”

Sitting on a long, L-shaped couch, he crosses his legs, uncrosses them, and then crosses them again repeatedly. A glass of sugary cocktail is glittering blue and green. His black button up is undone, exposing his chest and the beginnings of his abdomen. Dressy suit pants clash with the snake-skin shoes he wears.

It is a mixture of business and pleasure. Baseball would always be the official reason he visited Vegas. He took up an assistant coach position for a team here, for the off season from his position at the Yomiuri Giants.

But he was never out at the ballpit later than ten at night, he came here instead.

Here was where his little go-go dancer was.

She laughs the most, out of all the dancers. Probably due to the amount of candy she eats when she dances. Suckers, licorice, chocolate pieces, sour gummies. Anything that she could have, she’d consume. It was her schtick, her selling point. After fifteen minutes of dancing at a time, she sit on the edge of the stage, chewing candy and kicking her feet as people tried to talk to her. She’d playfully shake her head and wiggle her finger, turning her head around to cheer for her friend who was dancing.

He liked that she did go-go dancing, it was light-hearted, energetic and bubbly. It wasn’t always purely to satiate his craving to see her in skimpy get-ups, but instead to see her having genuine fun spinning around and running her hands from her shoulders to her hips to her knees. If he was in a rut, he’d just need to watch her throw her head back and giggle when another dancer would tug on her arm so they could tango a little.

After the show was when they could be alone, sitting in a nook in the club.

Neither of them wants to talk first. Neither will talk first. He slides a stick of gum across the counter, and she starts to chew it. Blowing a hot pink bubble in his direction, he pops it with his pointer finger. The laugh in response causes her shoulders to shift from the way happiness crawls up from her lungs to her mouth.

“Thanks for the gum.”

“Thanks for the dance. You know I can pay my own entry fee right?” He leans into her, and she pushes him back a little with her hand. She always covered his payment when he would come to see her.

Kenji calls over a waiter and orders some glasses of water, and a plate of chicken nuggets.

“Oh! And some house salad, you know I like the way you make it Petey!” She grins at the waiter who nods his head and adds it to his sheet of paper. Kenji waves him off.

The blaring music keeps going, and the flashing lights give him a slight migraine. When he rubs his temple to relieve the pressure, she uses her hand to cup his face and uses her thumb to replace his hand easing away the headache.

“Your boyfriend doing good?”

“Hm, he’s alright. He’s getting boring now.” She slides closer to him, and Kenji rests a hand on her thigh. The sheer nude fishnets an abrasive texture under his fingers.

Kenji tilts his head forward a little, invading her personal space. “I’m not boring, am I?”

“No. But you’re always so safe, so clean, so pristine.” She mutters a little, brushing her lips against his cheek. He liked it when she spoke in threes. “I like it when you’re a little messy.”

“Messy?”

She kisses him, and he kisses back. He moves a hand behind her neck, pushing her into him. She curls her fingers through his soft black hair, appreciating the slight cage of gel he put into his finger. Running her fingers through the fringe broke the shell and his flyaways were back and ticking her face again and she hummed into the kiss.

He goes down, kissing her jaw hotly, leaving wet traces of his mouth along her skin. The sounds she makes become his melody- he wants it as the ringtone in his phone. She wiggles her hips a little and he pulls her onto him.

Pushing the table away a little, she slots between the counter and his chest. He keeps a hand on her neck, bringing his other hand to press the small of her back, forcing her to get nearer.

In a tease, she eases her stance from her knees that lifted her up. Firmly, her hips are on top of his. She bites his neck as she rolls her hips over his, barely missing the heat between his legs. He groans and lets his head lull on top of the built in couch.

He’s shivering a little, trying to keep his hips from stuttering or his stomach from tightening.

The waiter comes back and sets the food onto the table with an awkward chuckle, Kenji just slides his credit card across the table and huffs.

Once he can put his card back into his wallet, he tries to go back to kissing her on the mouth. But she’s already crawling off of him and eating a bite of croutons, with a single piece of lettuce.

Kenji snickers, getting a drink of his water, letting his attention go to how she watches his Adam’s Apple bob with the swallowing he does.

He bites the head off of his chicken nugget, dinosaur shaped.

“Don’t get too messy, okay?” She pouts at him and he nods.

Once the food is clear, water is drunk, and shirts smoothed out. She tries to say goodbye.

“Same time next month yeah?” She twists a loose strap from her top, a leather piece that’s attached by clasps to just dangle against her torso.

Kenji grabs the strap and pulls her into him. The entrance has people trying to scooch around them to get in, so Kenji brings the pair of them out of the club to stand by the bored bodyguard. She’s tracing shapes on his stomach with her fingernail, and it tickles him. So once he makes a disapproving noise, she rests her hand flat on his chest.

“I’ll be back in two months, I have more work in the next few weeks.”

She clicks her tongue, not looking at him. “You’re going to forget all about me Jiji.”

The nickname was silly, but he liked it more than he’d ever care to admit.

“Never.”

How could he ever forget his go-go dancer?

Two months later, he feels stung. She’s sitting in someone else’s lap. When she sees him, and knows she’s been caught she clambers out of the girl’s lap, leaving the girl hot faced and with glossy, puffed, bright purple lips.

He does the only thing he can see as reasonable, leaning against a corner wall. She bounds up to him and tries to explain, tries to find a way to describe why she didn’t respond to any of his texts in the last week.

She tugs on his hair a little, trying to demand his attention.

She had to admit that while Kenji had her pressed up against the wall, he was kind of hot. But him being hot didn’t empty out the fuel that she wanted to add to his delicious anger that was radiating off of him like steam from soup.

Leaning against the wall, she pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. “All this anger, and just because of a little tug on your hair?” Kenji pressed his lips into a thin line, there was a prominent vein protruding from his neck, and his ears were so red she thought they were comparable to a strawberry. She wanted to see how much further he was willing to go.

“How pathetic.” She spat out. Trying to escape his hold on her against the wall.

In an instant his lips were against hers. Smashing pressure against her lips, his hands went straight to cupping her ass, his chest and hers pushed together before he lifted her up. Taking the hint, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Maybe she should have felt more shame for making out with Kenji in the middle of the day in a barely empty club that was playing house music.

But what's the fun in that?

Sloppy wet kisses trailed from her mouth to her jaw to her neck. He kissed her like a man starved of his last meal while on death row. He kissed like she was going to disappear in an instant. He moved to rest her body against the window ledge, laying her down on her back as he hovered over her.

Tugging her loose t-shirt off, leaving her in a strappy blue costume bandeau, he tainted her skin by kissing her torso and chest in every part where she had exposed skin. His hands went to hold her thighs down against the ridge of the ledge. Looking up at her with hooded eyes, Kenji bit down hard on her neck. When she let out a moan at the pleasurable pain, he spoke up.

“Look who’s pathetic now.”

She hugs him. And he keeps his face in her neck, letting his breath catch up to him. His panting leaves condensation on her skin. They’re in his hotel room and under the thin white sheets.

There was no being blase about her, no nonchalance left in his body for her.

“There’s go-go dancing in Tokyo.”

“I know.”

“Just a thought.”

“I know.”

After that night, they never see each other again. She had moved out to New York, and deleted his number. He tried to find her, but none of her past co-workers would expose her contact information or new address. There was nothing much he could do but mourn the loss and move on.

Nothing more than a fling with a go-go dancer.

[vintagelasvegas]

Nude on Ice, Plaza Las Vegas, 1989

Daytime photo by Mickey Crisp via Two Separate Courses, night via NP Yogi Jones. Program from Nostracoinist. Tony Kornheiser. Overexposed in Las Vegas. The Washington Post, 6/16/90.

[spoonfulofmilo]

Hi! i wanted to request lando x fem!reader where dhe studies in the US and is dating lando and talks about him all the time but all of her friends thinks she is joking because she has no proof (she cant post anything yet because lando hasnt said anything abt a gf to the public). and y/n crys to lando because no matter how much convincing she does they think shes just messing with them. (she literally drives his spare mclaren and they still dont beleive her.) so lando decides to suprise her in class and then posts her on insta and all of her friends feel really bad

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Y/N picks up her laptop and some pens with her notebook. She’s got another study date with her friends. She likes them, sure she does, but sometimes they get a little irritating. 

For one, they don’t believe that her boyfriend is THE Lando Norris. They think she’s either got some unemployed schmuck who she is afraid to tell them about due to his poorness (the stuck up snobs) or they think she’s got some old sugar daddy that she doesn’t want them to meet because he’s so old.

So Y/N is taking less than ideal measures. Like today. Lando recently acquired a new McLaren from his work, some customised Spider that came out a couple of years ago. So now that he has his new car, he shipped his old one out to America, so Y/N would have something nice to drive around. His old McLaren GT, not necessarily old, it still cost about $210k, but not Lando’s current favourite, so Y/N could drive it around a bit.

And drive it, she would. Maybe this would finally convince her friends. Once and for all, that Lando Norris was interested in her and was dating her. She grabbed the keys off the table, double checked she had everything and then got into the car, driving the 10 minutes to the coffee shop.

Okay, maybe pulling up outside a coffee shop entirely inhabited by uni students in a custom McLaren wasn’t the best idea, but it was the best one she had. She got out of the car, locking it and headed in, almost immediately spotting her friends.

“Hello! I’ll just grab a coffee and then we can get to it!” She smiled at them, but she could see their faces

“How about you get us all a coffee with your sugar daddy money, Y/N.”

Y/N put her head down and ordered a hot chocolate and a cookie before returning to the table.

“So, how’s Lucas, Gabrielle?”

“Oh come on, no one wants to hear about my boyfriend, Y/N, we all just want to hear about your sugar daddy.”

“As I’ve told you before, I do not have a sugar daddy. I have Lando, who is my boyfriend, not my sugar daddy. And he is good, excited for the Las Vegas Grand Prix, and then excited to be coming home at the end of the season.”

“Yeah right, just cause you’re sending nudes to some old guy, doesn’t mean you can’t tell your best friends… come on, cut the charade Y/N.”

“I-” YN could feel tears welling up in her eyes, so she grabbed her stuff, and her hot chocolate before getting into the McLaren and driving off. 

Thank god it was only a 5 minute drive, else Y/N may not have made it back due to the tears welling up in her eyes. Maybe if she had, she would’ve seen the other McLaren in the driveway, but instead she walked into the house and locked herself in the bathroom, sitting down and beginning to cry.

Lando outside quickly froze. He honestly had no idea what to do. He was planning on surprising his girlfriend when she got home from her study date with her friends, but she arrived 2 minutes after he got home and had immediately walked into the bathroom without even saying hello. Leaning against the door, Lando could hear shaky breaths and sobs through the door, as he leaned his whole weight onto it, he quickly realised that she had not in fact locked the door, as he fell through it, landing on the cold tile floor.

The sobs stopped, as the hiccups continued. “L-lando, are you, okay? Wait, hang on, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in the factory in England?” The confusion in her voice was evident.

“Yeah, well I had some spare time, and I decided to come over, and the door wasn’t locked properly, but what happened? Why are you in here crying pretty girl?”

“It’s nothing, I promise, just me getting upset over nothing.”

“It’s clearly not nothing darling when you’re sitting here on the bathroom crying, huh?”

“Just… well, people don’t think we’re dating. They think I’m lying about it to try and cover for some 80 year old sugar daddy, and they think i’m being delusional.”

“Why, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Didn’t want to worry you…”

“You’re my girlfriend, Y/N of course I worry about you. Let’s forget about your shitty friends, and let’s go get a takeout dinner and a movie.”

“Love Actually?”

“Yes, if you want.”

---

Y/N dashed into the classroom, running slightly late as she sat down, and pulled open her laptop. Cursing herself for oversleeping, and not having the time to grab a coffee on the way, she sat down and began to take notes.

Halfway through the lecture, Y/N heard the door at the back of the room open again. ‘Well at least I’m not the last one.’ She heard whispers and gasps and tried to focus on the lecture until she felt a presence standing next to her and looked up into her boyfriend’s brown eyes.

In his hands was a starbucks cup, a classic ice chocolate based on the label on the cup. Lando placed the cup on the table, before pressing a kiss to Y/N’s head and half jogging out of the room to avoid the fangirls.

Y/N could feel the judgemental looks at the back of her head, but all she could do was smile.

Lando Norris 

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[emptyjunior]

I'm rewatching Starstruck in the break, can I say I DESPERATELY would have loved to have seen this intergalactic chase across the stars from the Other Side😭

Like okay, campaign where you're a crew of kooky spacers on the run, classic, fun, oh the adventures we had.., can you Imagine what this story would have been like from the pursuers side? From Lucienne and UFTP?

You're Lucienne and you just got SCREWED on the corporate ladder and are already dealing with some rich trust fund kid DYING yet also leaving you in Charge of an insane company.

And during that you find out oh my god the world might be destroyed?? And there's a Princeps who has a super special computer that will decide the fate of the universe? So you stash them away to keep them safe and go back to covering up the murder you might be to blame for, because universe destroying computer is like priority TWO right now.

And then you find out?? Your ex lover friend has become a pirate???! And has STOLEN the princeps??! AND THE WORLD ENDING COMPUTER??! And quit??! And posted Nudes to the world??! And they look amazing?

So okay okay new priority is FIND THEM right NOW so you send all the resources in the world to go snatch them up which should be easy enough because you've seen them run, they're literally a weak and flailing office worker in a pencil skirt.

Welp! Next report comes in and they exploded a building with sex putty??? And decimated a fleet of the best fighters you can hire? And had time to go to a dogshow in between???

Fine, okay, it's fine because you KNOW they'll slip up again and they do! They show up,,., in a live stream? Partying with the ceo of space uber?? In a casino? That they just OPENED? WHILE THEY'RE ON THE RUN?!

So you go to that planet and go to contact the sheriff and his Head is on a Fucking Spike because your Friend absolutely wasted him? And kicked every police officer out of town so the whole town could go super super hard for space burning man?

And have escaped Again.

So now you're in some kind of room with like 20 screens and probably two blackberries in each hand, going full manhunt. Face recognition software, algorithms, zooming in on photos and yelling Enhance.

And you find them! And they👏 are👏 at👏 Disneyland👏! What! The! Fuck!

You send your best guys again! (And also??! These 'best guys' maybe have a space slug in their skull that's going to end the world! Can't even focus on that rn!). And then when they get back, happy and proud they show you the Princeps that they've captured and it's god damned thin air! Because it was a hologram and this dumb sonuva bitch is zonked out of his mind from a fish psychic. Great, of course. Of Course.

You're being hounded by your company, you still don't know where your 'dead fiance' is, you're running out of time. How are you ever going to find them- You check your phone they are doing a hunger games at Las Vegas. And a rival company has made them influencers. And they're famous.

Of course.

But you do pull it off in the end! You get them! You imprison them! And their one fatal flaw? They decided to reunite one of their crew members with their birth mother while being wanted criminals.

So that's the chase you got them (they escape again of course they escape, and the birth mother turns out to be a Hell of a business woman and maybe just did a masterful corporate maneuver on you.)

And it's so important to know that this entire time you've been chasing a Big Hot Dog.

[ddejavvu]

pornstar!reader/stripper!reader who is dating spencer and is meeting the team and derek recognizes her from seeing her at the strip club/in a spicy vid 😭 just awkwardness all around but reader being a hottie 💀☝️

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

TBIS IS SO FUNNY 😭 this post is 18+, minors dni.

Derek doesn't know you're here until he hears you trip. It's not the clatter of your rings against the elevator door that alerts him, though, or the crack of your heel snapping, but your 'oh!', a sound that, for some reason, sends heat straight south.

He ignores the feeling, chalking it up to a poorly timed downside of having a penis, and jumps from his seat to see if you're alright. He doesn't get there before Spencer does, though, and the man rushes to your aid and catches you before you hit the ground.

Now that Derek's out of his chair he has a better look at your face and- oh.

The reason he'd popped one in the middle of work had been because it was your voice, your strangled shout a sound that he'd heard many-a-time when there was a slender, veiny hand pressed to your clit, a vibrator sunk deep inside your cunt. Apparently, he's no better than Pavlov's dogs.

"Are you alright?" Spencer hoists you up and onto your feet, but instead of letting you go, he presses you to his side by your waist, "I told you those were too cheap to be good."

"I know," You lament, leaning your cheek against the collar of his button-up, "I should have listened to you!"

"I've got glue," Penelope stammers, miraculously able to form words even at the sight of their chronically-celibate doctor pressing a woman up to his waist with an arm dangerously near her ass, "I- I can go get it, if you want to fix it!"

"Oh, thank you," You smile sweetly, "You must be Penelope Garcia."

"Good memory," Spencer praises, and it's important coming from him, "And that's Morgan, or- Derek."

You finally turn to see him, all thick, angled eyebrows surpassing any hairline he used to have. You note that not only has he lost his hair from the pictures you're used to seeing on Spencer's mantle, but his tie too, button-up undone just far enough to be questionable in an office environment.

"You're, uh-" He stares dumbly, desperately willing his eyes to stay on your own and not trace the curves he's seen displayed in the nude.

"Y/N," You supply, but you speak in tandem.

"Sylvia."

Your eyes widen. Your screen name.

Spencer's operate in a similar fashion, arm tightening around your waist.

"Um," You laugh, breathy and cautious, "Yeah. That's me."

"Well." Derek glances at the ground, seeing Aaron's shoes stop right beside him, "That's.. it's nice to meet you. I'll stop... uh, does Spencer know?"

"I'm from Las Vegas," Spencer keeps his tone clipped, a tense smile on his face as he cocks his head slightly to the side, "I don't have a problem with it. It's my hand."

[beardedmrbean]

Bad Dragon is suing SinSaint over copyright infringement of their dildo designs. What I want to know is, can you copyright the shape of a dog's dick? Because if you can, you shouldn't be able to.

I did knot need to hear about this one.

one more pun

TSG is gonna be one of the more reputable sources for this one

MARCH 25--A manufacturer of “fantasy-themed sex toys” has accused an upstart Brooklyn, New York firm of knocking off its distinctive designs, according to a federal lawsuit alleging that the defendant has infringed on copyrights for dildos such as “Spritz the Seadragon” and “Tyson the Water Buffalo.”

In a March 20 complaint filed in U.S. District Court in Arizona, Bad Dragon Enterprises contended that its “sculptural” products have been illegally copied by SinSaint, which is headquartered in a Coney Island warehouse and advertises that all its “Ethically Manufactured” toys are “made in Brooklyn, USA.”

Bad Dragon, which noted that it has had “significant commercial success” in the adult toy field, alleged that SinSaint has been selling the duplicative dildos through its website and other trade channels, including the recent AVN Adult Entertainment Expo in Las Vegas (where the new firm’s exhibitor booth was next to that of the all-nude Palomino strip club).

The lawsuit identifies 13 separate dildos that Bad Dragon claims have been copied (and renamed) by SinSaint, which was incorporated in New York last year. The colorful silicone toys feature scales, tentacles, suction cups, and other design elements meant to mimic the genitalia of dragons, sea creatures, and other fantastical characters.

Some of the Bad Dragon products that SinSaint is accused of swiping are “Kelvin the Ice Dragon,” “Stan the T. Rex,” and “Vergil the Drippy Dragon.” SinSaint has not been accused of pirating other Bad Dragon offerings like “Jason the Demogorgon” or “Cuttlefish of Cthulhu.”

According to the lawsuit, SinSaint’s counsel last month stated that the company had begun removing “some of the allegedly infringing listings for product redesign.” This response, Bad Dragon contended, was “unacceptable,” adding that it “continues to be harmed by Defendant’s ongoing, unlawful conduct.”

The Bad Dragon complaint seeks an order enjoining SinSaint from continuing any further alleged

copyright infringement and seeks “disgorgement of all of Defendant’s profits” related to the artificial penises. The company may also seek statutory damages of up to $150,000 for each of the dildos in question.

For more than a decade, Bad Dragon has sought trademark and copyright protection for various product lines. While often successful, the firm’s application to trademark its “Cum Tube” was abandoned after a government attorney rejected the ejaculating dildo because the “applied-for mark consists of or includes immoral or scandalous matter.” The application included a very NSFW image, which can be found on the U. S. Patent and Trademark Office website.

According to an August 2023 trademark application, SinSaint’s owner is Oleg Semenenko, 50, a resident of Brooklyn’s gated Seagate community. Semenenko lives less than a mile from SinSaint’s warehouse, which shares an address with GlobMarble, an industrial molds business for which Semenenko is listed as “manager” in a separate trademark application filed this month.

In a brief interview today, Semenenko was asked how a dildo firm grew out of his original business. “We work with rubber,” he replied. Semenenko dismissed Bad Dragon’s claim that its products were unique and original: “How can octopus hand can be your idea?” (4 pages) ____________________________________________

Hope the judge that did the recent trump case gets this one, even though I know that's basically impossible, just the thought of making him listen to hours of testimony about how these rubber fantasy dildos are protected by copyright or trademark law, or something like that is funny to me.

It's not a revenge thing wanting it, just a keep him humble thing. I know you think you're hot shit now, so here listen to these arguments for a bit.

Totally different note, I'm wondering how long until the discourse starts up, or if it has already started up, where using horse dildos is either bestiality or a gateway to bestiality because what with the way people treat cartoons of fictional people I can't imagine it's far off or not already here.

Look to japan for the tentacle ones.........

[monicareconstructed]

Pat Barrington.

Pat screamed feminine sex appeal, like 'I AM WOMAN!!' at top decibels.

Not such a happy childhood, and lived the life of a stripper with a few forays into film. But her looks and body - oh, my! I would have loved to have her body in her prime!!

Her web bio:

Pat Barrington was an extremely buxom, curvy, and drop-dead gorgeous blonde topless dancer who popped up in a handful of enjoyably trashy softcore sexploitation features throughout the 1960's, often for producer Harry H. Novak's Boxoffice International Pictures and directed by William Rotsler.

Barrington was born Patricia Annette Bray on October 16, 1939 in Charlotte, North Carolina. Her mother Willie Jo Bray had a fling with a local man named Claude Weidenhause and became pregnant at age sixteen. Weidenhause had already left by the time Barrington was born. Pat moved with her mother Willie Jo to Richmond, Virginia when she was only two years old. Willie Jo married another man, Eugene Lee Barringer. But the marriage was short-lived and Pat found herself moving once again with her mother to Hyattsville, Maryland. Willie Jo subsequently married a former Marine suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. Upset with the unstable situation at home, Barrington left her mother and went out to fend for herself after her sophomore year in high school.

Pat relocated to Baltimore, Maryland, where she hooked up with an Italian-American mobster named Bob. Barrington got married for the first time in the late 1950's. But Pat soon left her first husband after the relationship became abusive. Bob helped Barrington get back on her feet by securing her a job as an exotic dancer. Pat then made a name for herself in Washington, D.C. dancing under the name of Vivian Storm. Barrington caught the eye of local jazz musician Melvin Rees and moved into Rees's abode in Hyattsville, Maryland in 1959. Pat moved down south with Rees in 1960. Alas, Rees was found guilty of murdering a Virginia family and was sentenced to life in prison.

Barrington moved to Los Angeles, California in 1962 and promptly got a job dancing at the prestigious nightclub The Classic Cat. Pat then decided to pursue a modeling career and subsequently started posing in spreads for various men's magazines as well as numerous commercial layouts. After an ill-advised foray into dancing in Las Vegas, Barrington returned to Los Angeles and resumed her career as a model while still dancing on the side. Pat eventually began auditioning for film work in the mid-1960's. Barrington achieved her greatest cult cinema fame as the female lead in Stephen C. Apostolof's unintentionally hilarious horror camp hoot Orgy of the Dead (1965), in which she also performs one of her patented steamy nude dances as the painted Gold Girl. Barrington had another rare substantial starring part as a bored housewife who works as a high-priced call girl in the seamy Agony of Love (1966). More often, though, the stunning and spectacularly alluring Pat was relegated to secondary roles as a go-go dancer in such delightfully down'n'dirty low-grade fare as Lila (1968), The Girl with the Hungry Eyes (1967) and Sisters in Leather (1969). She appeared as herself in both the lurid mondo item Hedonistic Pleasures (1969) and Russ Meyer's blithely silly documentary Mondo Topless (1966). During this time Barrington was briefly married to cinematographer Robert Caramico.

After calling it quits as an actress, Pat left Los Angeles and moved to New Jersey with a singer named Romeo. Barrington soon found gainful employment dancing in clubs up and down the East Coast under the pseudonym of Princess Jajah. In the mid-1970's Pat branched out into topless dancing. She settled down in Cliffside Park, New Jersey in 1980. Barrington eventually dumped Romeo and became involved with a much younger man named Robert. Pat moved with Robert to Fort Lauderdale, Florida in 1984. Pat worked as a stripper using the name Yvette at assorted seedy clubs throughout Florida. After retiring from dancing in the early 1990's, Barrington went on to work as a telemarketer. In her later years Pat also helped local animal rescue groups (she was a lifelong lover of animals). Barrington died from lung cancer at age 74 on September 1, 2014.

[bunny-jpeg]

the dnf club (vol. 1)

carlos sainz jr.

tags: smut/pwp, brazil gp '24, praise kink, hair pulling/playing, cowgirl position, spanish speaking!reader, affection

a/n: five dnfs at the brazil gp! i feel honestly so bad for them! it's nothing a little smutty fan fic won't fix! so welcome readers to the dnf club <3

franco edition // alex edition // lance edition // nico edition

"carlos." you said as you took your lover's hand and leaned in to him. he got out of your hand and wrapped his strong arm around you. by instinct you placed your hand on his chest and looked at him, "i'm sorry."

victory last week turned into a dnf this week. and you knew that the odds of him taking home the wdc were next to none. he still wanted his last few races with ferrari to be special. so every mishap hit harder.

he held you by the small of your back and silently kissed your cheek. and you knew what you had to do when you got back to the hotel that night.

you got to the hotel before he did. he had to sit through press and try to keep a grasp on sanity before he could slink back to the hotel room. you had dinner ideas for him to help soften the blow of the results.

dressed in one of his t-shirts that hung a little loose around the shoulders, and wasn't long enough to obscure your bright blue panties. you had your hair pushed back with a fabric headband with cat ears on them. it wasn't the ideal sex goddess look, but it was comfortable enough while you started to pack up for the trip to las vegas.

the door to the hotel room opened and you greeted your lover. but you were soon met with his weight against you. his size pressed against you almost had you toppled over onto the bed. you managed to lie down on it gently instead of a full faceplant.

"how are you, honey?"

he mumbled something in spanish, he wrapped his strong arms around and kicked off his sneakers before he dragged you into bed. the words in his first language continued. you pouted at them, you spoke spanish quite well and were able to easily pick up on what he was saying.

"it should've been better." "i should've been better." "i'm sorry, my love." and the one that curled in your stomach was, "i need to be with you. need to feel you."

his large hands climbed up under your shirt and you did him the favor to take it off all together. his lips found your heated skin and his hands rested at your sides as you both were tumbled into bed together. the covers kicked to the bottom as his hands then got to the waist of your shorts and pulled them down. "i need you." he said.

you ran your fingers through his dark hair, you could tell the hungry expression that crossed his face. how he looked at you, the kind of gaze that made you take control. he'd be good for you as repayment for such a failure on the track.

repentance.

you got on top of him in just your bra and panties. your hands splayed across his chest as you looked down at him. heat heavy in your cheeks as you said, "let's get you out of all of this. you don't need to wear ferrari, not when it's just you and i." you leaned in as you pulled his t-shirt up, "you can wear my kisses instead." then got the shirt up over his head.

he chuckled lowly, "i'll wear your kisses forever."

you stripped him the covered his face in kisses. you felt your affection towards him grew. the thump in your chest and you admired his nude body. you looked at him with love and continued to move against him. you teased his cock a little. he shuddered with want and when you pulled his thick hair a little, he moaned.

"you're so good for me, carlos. always have and always will be. you'll get them next time." you said as you sank down on his cock.

he moaned and held onto your hips as you started to move up and down. you never took his cock out of your sweet pussy but your movements still made carlos feel the shudder of excitement run through him. he whined, "i want to make you proud."

you replied, "you always do, carlos. even when you dnf, i still feel so proud of you. you're the best man for the job and whatever team you're on, you'll race them to victory." you yanked his hair a little more as you rode him. you wanted him to feel better, more confident. you hated when he beat himself up and wanted to do everything in your power to make sure that he was okay.

and that meant riding him. taking his cock so well that that he forgot all about the race. you pulled on his hair a little more as you moved against his cock. you rode him and he held onto your sweet hips.

"please." he panted, "it feels so good. i love you."

you giggled in response, you kissed his jaw and replied, "i love you too. anything for you, my love. you do so well, might as well get some loving in there as well. make you feel good despite the loss." you captured his lips once more and the two of you moaned against one another.

the movements picked up pace and you held onto his dark hair a little tighter. you feel the throb in your chest as the pleasure curled in your gut. you could feel the tension in your thighs from your movements, but kept going.

carlos knew he was lucky to have you. beyond lucky, the type of luck that allowed him to get onto the ferrari team. whatever higher power was looking down on him. gave him his two wishes, to race in formula one and to find a woman who he could love forever. and would love him too.

you pulled away from the kiss and looked down at him. you cupped his face for a moment, you spoke to him in spanish, "you did so good today. i know you think it was a failure. but." you kissed him on the face, "you raced beautifully. you always race beautifully." then quickened your kisses across his face.

he blushed a little bit and replied, "i always race for you. you fuel my soul." carlos loved you, obsessed with you in certain ways. but not in a way that cruel or hurtful. if he got to be by your side at any occasion, he would take it.

that was why he wanted to make you proud.

the kisses continued, they grew heavier with the more you moved. carlos' hands explored your sides, it made you shudder with want. it was incredibly hot between you two. the air of the hotel bedroom grew and you felt sweat down your back.

even with the kiss broke, you gazed into his dark eyes and your pace onto quickened. you laid chest to chest with him and moved his head by his hair to kiss him deeply on the lips. he moaned into it. you couldn't get enough of him. it was a deep need you had in your soul for him.

and he carried the same feeling for you. he groaned, "i love you. so much." he groaned through a tense jaw as you went as fast as you could go.

you could feel the strain on your back from the position and simply over doing it. but you didn't care. not at that moment. you only wanted to feel good. and the promise of immense pleasure for the both of you kept your hips moving in a way that made the both of you only get louder.

you were thankful that the headboard was sturdy enough to not slam against the wall, you didn't want that noise complaint come morning. carlos took you by the back of the head and kissed you deeply on the lips as he felt the course of pleasure through him.

it was undeniable, the heat between you two. it always had been and as the kisses got heavier, your pace got messier. and soon the feeling became overwhelming. and you tensed up around your lover, hands in his hair as you gave it on last tug before you came around his cock.

he groaned and held onto your hips once more, he moved you up and down his cock. your praise was loose on your lips as you told him how amazing he was, and how much you loved him. that your heart raced for him and you yearned for him. his pleasure with yours. he couldn't hold out much longer and with a few more strokes of his cock he pushed all the way inside of you and finished.

both exhausted, you laid on top of him. your hands on him as you tried to compose yourself. and instead of your hands in his hair. his hand was in your hair. he wasn't rough with his touches however, instead lightly stroking your strands as you laid curled up in one another.

you looked up at him and said softly, "next week will be your week."

and carlos smiled as he leaned down to kiss on the forehead, "it'll be our week."

come the next week in las vegas. carlos had a renewed sense of confidence. this would be his race to win, he'd make you proud and end the season on a high note. when the lights went down, it was show time. and carlos knew that he could get another victory. <3

[the-empress-7]

“A witness at the casino said: ‘He was playing craps with his friends. They were wasted. He was calling other punters at the table “muppets” and he joked to the dealer that he would kick his head in if he didn’t win.”

Threatening physical harm to service workers is Harry’s thing. Vile.

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Lady C Tea YouTube 3/7/24 (a few nuggets paraphrased by me) by u/daisybeach23

Lady C Tea YouTube 3/7/24 (a few nuggets paraphrased by me) Greetings from Castle Goring, Lady C, the recent photo of Carole Middleton and Catherine looks like it was photoshopped. The image was blurred and there was no security anywhere. I don’t think it is a fake and I am delighted it was taken. I don’t think it was Karl Larsen who took the picture but I wouldn’t put it past him to have someone else do it. I have nothing against the paparazzi. To some extent, public figures should expect that their pictures will be taken when they are in public. I think it is a good thing that picture was taken. It silenced a lot of people. I am sure in the fullness of time, we will know the nature of Catherine’s situation. People should be assured she is on the mend and will be ok for the next 50 years.Lady C, is Carole Middleton and Catherine upset at Carole’s brother Gary for appearing on Celebrity Big Brother? I read they were worried that even if Gary didn’t say anything in particular about the Royal Family, the media would spin things out of context. The media always spins things out of control. That is the name of the game. It is all about creating sensationalism and driving up ad revenue. My understanding is Gary is a free agent and multi-millionaire. I do not think he has embarrassed the family. He is known as a “character” and the British loves characters. We can tell he doesn’t like Meghan and Harry but it is not malicious to not like somebody. Gary has been clear to say his niece Catherine is a lovely person and that Meghan Markle has rewritten history. Everybody knows Harry was close with his brother and Catherine. Now Catherine has been tarred by the Meghalian brush. Now she is “cold.” I don’t think the Middleton family is very concerned. It looks to me that people like Uncle Gary because he seems very authentic. Uncle Gary may become a national treasure.Lady C, have you heard about the woman who said she had a relationship with Harry years ago and is now threatening to post pictures on Only Fans? I found it hilarious. What do you think of it? Again, I love Americans. They are so to the point. When Harry was cavorting nude at the Wynn Hotel in Las Vegas, she was a part of it. Harry was a willing participant. If she has photographs of him, it is good, clean money. Especially after Harry violated the woman who he described his first sexual experience with. Harry has very nastily violated people’s privacy, he should receive the same. And remember, Harry will not be looking to proud. We will see him at his very worst. Shall we say, retractive. If anyone deserves this, it is Harry. If he was a good, decent person, I would have a different view because Harry takes advantage of everyone in every situation.Lady C, the Duke and Duchess are demonstrating poor planning and poor judgement. If some covert plan was at work, they would be more careful. This is my point. They are two lone wolves hunting together. They have appalling judgement. They are impetuous. She used to be able to exercise good judgement but then she got a taste of exercising narcissistic rage.