#kawasaki suit

[leathercollectionus]

Alex Lowes Kawasaki Suit WSBK 2024

An awesome Alex Lowes Kawasaki Suit worn by him in 2024 season of SBK when he ride with the official Kawasaki team This suit is equipped with CE-approved safety to provide absolute safety on track or off track.

Alex Lowes Kawasaki Suit WSBK 2024

[flmanjax]

[shineonlux]

bringing my new religion propaganda from twitter.

welcome, kawasaki!Daniel

[perenlop]

the knuckle joe episode is peak because it contains a sequence that’s just nothing but knuckle joe terrorizing the stupid cappy characters i don’t like

[windburnedeyes]

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[petew21-blog]

Leather up!

David sat on the concrete wall, waiitng for the buyer to arrive. He put up a post recently to sell his Kawasaki Ninja and get a brand new one. The price was high, but he loved his motorcycle and wanted to get the most of it.

The time of arrival of this secret buyer has already passed, but he was nowhere to be seen. David checked the message with coordinates and was sure that he was at the right place.

David was already sweating in his racing leathers.

He got up and checked the other side just to make sure, that he wasn't crazy.

"All right, you had enough time. I am leaving." he sent back, but the other person didn't open the message.

As soon as David looked away from his phone, he noticed a wet mark on the concrete as if something made it's way towards him. As if a giant snail crawled there. But there was nothing in sight.

David jumped of the ledge and headed to his motorcycle. But his leg was itching. He stopped and wanted to scratch it, but it was way too low. He took off his boot and was immediately shocked. A tiny green goo tail disappeared under the leather, crawling up his leg. "What the..."

David quickly unzipped himself and tried to take the leather suit off, but the goo already made his wait into his ass. He tried pushing at it to make it go away, but it didn't help.

He felt the last parts of the goo disappear in him. The goo stretched and massaged his prostate. He collapsed on the grown and screamed. It wass a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"No! Please! Somebody!!! Help!!!"

David felt weaker by the second. There was no stopping this, no one nearby to help him. David took his last weak breath and closed his eyes.

"Finally!!! I thought you would never let go." David's voice said while getting up from the ground. His indefference was now replaced with an awe and admiration for himself. He checked out his new leather suit and flexed, just to see how tight everything was.

His hand grabbed his bulge over the leather. "I just hope you're a grower, David. I hoped for a full package." his hand let go and made its way under the leather. "Oh fuck yeah. I was hoping you'd be really sweaty. Jackpot."

He walked over to the motorcycle and looked back at himself in the mirror. "I am you. I am DAVID. I hope you can see me David. I am about to destroy your life. So sit tight and enjoy the ride."He started the engine and headed out.

James:"It really worked? Are you really this guy right now? Or did my friend just pay you money to prank me?"

David's body:"Would a random guy just come up to you and showed off himself to you? Let you touch his dick?"

James:"Ok, yeah you're right. How did you even get his body? Can I do that too?"

"No. I'll keep that to myself. Now. How about you get on your knees. You seem parched. Let me fill your mouth."

David screamed, but the fucker that stole his body probably didn't hear him. All David could do was just watch as his previously straight body now participated in gay sex. His dick being burried in this guy's mouth. The fucker even kept him in the leather still.

Before the guy could cum all over the other guy's face, he took David's dick and came over the leather. After a moment of hyperventilating from the exhaustion, the other guy asked. "You're not gonna go clean that? It might make a stain."

David's body:"No,I'll keep it there."

Little did the know that the cum, slowly drying out on the surface, contained the remnants of David's soul.

[matcha-flavored-cake]

୧ ‧₊˚ 🥐 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐄!𝟒𝟐 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

. warnings: mentions of death (Jefferson) and grief, grammar erros (english is not my first language).

. featuring: Miles Morales (e!42)

. wc: 1.4k

.a/n: if you see grammatical errors, or me saying something in Spanish wrong, please feel free to correct me. My Spanish is rusty as fuck

hcs for miles 1610 here

He listens to a lot of reggaeton, afrobeat, and R&B. C'mon guys, look at my face and say to me he doesn't, also he prob like old school rap too, thanks to uncle Aaron and his dad, Jefferson probably showed his some jazz

I feel like Mama Rio and Abuelita Gloria showed him some old Puerto Rican singers and he listens old songs from time to time, specially when his nana is visiting

This man knows mechanics. Period. Help his mom to fix things around the house, shower, the lights etc. Bet his 'son and dad' time involved something with fixing things around the house and Jefferson 'passing the knowledge ' to Miles

"Listen Miles, you're the man in the house when I'm not around got it?"

"'kay dad"

"When I'm not around you're responsible for your mom deal? Gotta make sure she's in good hands when I'm not around"

"I gotchu dad, don't worry"

Ok listen, I'm kicking my feet thinking about Miles tuning his uncle's Ducati (and prob Aaron has a Ducati Scrambler. I do not take criticism), while listening music I'm just *giggling like a schoolgirl*

Btw I feel like if Miles ever had a motorcycle for his personal use and not for Prowler activities, it would be a Kawasaki Ninja or a Yamaha XSR 900. For Prowler activity honestly, he would have a Hayabusa bc it's fast as fuck, with purple neon lights like his Prowler suit. you cannot argue with me. I feel like it was a way of him and his uncle spend time together before his dad died

Miles prob is always tinkering with the titanium claws and his paraphernalia. (I love this word btw)

So yeah prob hes always with his uncle doing shit on the motorcycle or his suit while listening music or sum, or practicing boxing together.

And I bet his mom slapped them two when she once arrived and saw Aaron teaching Miles how to pilot a bike

"What you're doing with my son Aaron!" *that one meme of a man slapping the player on the shoulder*

"Ouch ouch! I'm just teachin' the kid how to pilot Rio, I surrender I surrender!"

"¿Y tú? ¿Qué diablos está en tu mente, Miles? ¡Montando una motocicleta! What am I going to do with you Miles Gonzalo Morales?!"

"¡Cálmate mamá! Uncle Aaron was just teachin' me, no es gran cos- ouch! Mom that hurts!"

Speaking of which, Mama Rio has insane strength on her arms (being a nurse demand a lot of strength to carry patients, changing their clothes, helping them bathe and all), that being said, when Mama Rio get ✨la chancla✨ oh boy, run, no kidding, run

(Everytime my mom grabbed her havaianas I runned more than Usain Bolt. I still do honestly)

I have a feeling that Miles knows how to cook, like he always knew. Arroz con pollo? Bet, does it with eyes closed. Fancy meals? Oh boy he's probably the only guy that the women of the family let inside the kitchen to help with Christmas banquet.

He eat his veggies, hates wasting food, it's not a picky eater but don't put pickles on his burger for the love of God.

Bet his nana tried to give him a bit of coquito without his mom seeing. (I hc his nana is one of those old lady that are a menace to society)

"Take a sip don't worry, No one is watching"

"No nana I'm all good"

"¡Mamá! Take this away from Miles."

Since his dad passed away he understood quite early that now he is the man in the house, that now he's the one to take care of his mom. So he started paying more attention to the chores. His mom is on duty? He's putting some music and cleaning the house, changing the blankets of his mom's bed, and probably making something for her to eat when she come back.

Prob has his mom schedule on his phone to make sure he knows where she is so it wouldn't risk her seeing his as the Prowler and he can watch out from the buildings while Rio walks to her work

Sunday family lunch was usual at Miles' house, his dad 'helping' his mom with the food (he just looked and passed her the ingredients), while Miles set the table. Music on the radio, enjoying the day before Miles need to go back to Brooklyn Visions.

Prefer more salty foods than sweets. Likes eating steak, it doesn't matter if it's BBQ or carne assada, he likes meat. For sweets, he's obsessed with the way his mom does Tembleque (sorry Abuelita Gloria)

We know his room is quite similar to 1610 Miles, but I feel like he doesn't have as many toys as 1610 Miles does. He sold some and used the money to help his mom somehow, he just doesn't want to be a burden for her.

I feel like he doesn't give his mom the money, he straight up pays the bill, or does groceries, so there's no way his mom can deny it. That or he gives the money to his uncle and they pretend that it is Aaron helping them.

It's confirmed by the artbook that Miles Prowler is a vigilante. That being said I think he decided to be the Prowler to help his place somehow, maybe even to make his dad proud, and to make his mom's life easier (just imagine the amount of people that get in the hospital because of how dangerous is the city now my god).

His mom is the priority in his life, he loves his family, his neighborhood and his friends. He's a kind soul with a shattered heart.

Miles is a quite good student. Not the '🤓☝️ actually that's happened at 09:12 in 1786…' type of smart, but the fast thinking kind of smart student. If he doesn't remember the formula he uses logical thinking. Prob takes classes ahead of his years and since he's always tinkering with his uncle his grades in calculus related stuff are pretty high.

Very good with Spanish by the way. Since his dad passed away he started learning more and more to speak with his mom in her native language to make her feel more 'at home' somehow.

I feel like in the first week after his dad passed away he slept in his house for some time and not in Brooklyn Visions dorms, he wished to be with his mom. He did not want her to be alone on her bed, mourning hi dad's death. Abuelita Gloria stayed some months with them too to help her daughter and to help Miles

Miles do his best to be organized, make his bed everyday after waking up, his cabinet is always organized, his Jordans are clean and probably have a collection of them on a shelf in his room. The only messy place on his room is his desk

Has a vinyl collection, don't argue with me. There's literally a bunch of vinyls in his room, guys.

Has some old Puerto Rican singers vinyls on his room thanks to Abuelita Gloria

Miles sings a bit, and have quite a melodic baritone voice. For my synesthetic friends, his voice sounds like honey, Miles is most of times humming when he's making upgrades on his claws

He's more athletic than 1610 Miles. Parkour, boxing and playing basketball with his neighbors and uncle

Started parkour because of his prowler activities to keep up with his uncle, same with boxing, after all he needed to defend himself and his mom. I don't doubt he knows krav maga too and I also don't doubt he taught his mom self defense.

Bought his mom a self defense kit

Uncle Aaron teached him forbidden movements in jiu jitsu, I take zero criticism on that one

Miles has a hard time sleeping sometimes, doesn't shift much when sleeping and has a knife under his pillow or something both in his house room and in Brooklyn Visions.

Loves, love, loves kids, as i said he's a kind soul with a shattered heart, and I think he's quite good with kids, and scares the shit of some at the same time.

I feel 'angry painter' vibes from him. He sketches and all but I feel like he's more of a painter and graffiti kind of guy. I do think he knows how to play bass or piano btw

Would get piercings on his ear and tongue, yes. But since he's the Prowler it would be troublesome because of the time that takes to heal

The old ladies of the neighborhood love him, he's kind to them, and always scare away weird looking guys

Is the crush nextdoor of almost every girl on the neighborhood

One time he scared the shit out of a creep on his neighborhood. Punched the guy so bad that dislocate the man's jaw. Since then he need to hide himself on valentine day, the good part about it is that he got a lot of chocolate to eat.

Seems like a bad boy all the time but he's an introvert. Miles do his best to don't get attached to people bc he doesn't want to drag them into his world or risk people he loves

He just don't want see people dying anymore, that's why he does what he does, to make the world a little bit safe, even if it's just a bit

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[cyclegrooversbabies]

devious content - cyclegroover

summary : you and your best friend’s brother make content for his tiktok, but it takes a devious turn

warnings : swearing, unprotected p in v, creampie, breeding kink, public sex, daddy kink

a/n : he hasn’t name revealed, so we’re gonna call him aiden. enjoy :)

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your day has been long and boring, and your night has been even longer and more boring. you had plans with your best friend, audrey, but she canceled at the last minute. unfortunately, her boyfriend tends to be more of a priority sometimes.

so, instead of drinking, eating junk food, and dancing to your favorite music, you’re lying alone in bed. it wasn’t how you planned to spend your night, but it’s not the worst.

“slow down here. i don’t know my way around here.” you mumble the lyrics to the song playing on your tv.

your phone lay beside you, lighting up with different notifications, causing you to turn your head toward it. the green messages icon pops up, showcasing a few messages from aiden, your best friend’s brother.

despite your confusion and amusement, you crawl out of bed and head to your closet. it's not at all unlike aiden to hit you up about filming at late hours. however, telling you to wear a dress? completely unlike him.

yet, you find yourself rummaging through your clothes, flicking hanger after hanger to find something formal. you scrunch your face up, having no idea what to wear. puffing out a breath, you dig deeper into the closet, crossing from casual wear to fancy. your fingers graze over a black silk dress and you pause, tugging the fabric out to examine it.

surely, this isn't what he has in mind.

your thoughts are cut off by the loud exhaust from the all too familiar kawasaki motorbike that aiden rides. your eyes widen and you quickly yank the dress from the hanger, hastily stripping from your clothes and pulling the dress over your body.

just as you pull your hair out of the back of the dress, your bedroom door opens, and in walks aiden, cladded in a full suit.

your jaw drops as you take him in in all of his delicious glory. the sleeves of his blazer fit snugly around his torso, hugging him in all the right places. his short curls dance gracefully across his forehead, showcasing his warm brown eyes. your mouth physically salivates at the sight of him in front of you.

"hey." he says, his gaze going up and down your figure.

you lick your lips and swallow, "hi."

"so," he clears his throat and raises his eyebrows. "you ready?"

amusement plasters across your face as you look at him, "am i ready? i don't even know what we're doing, and i look like an idiot."

his eyes linger on the thigh high slit of your dress, and he shakes his head. "i told you, we're gonna film. and you definitely don't look like an idiot."

your cheeks flush the slightest bit. "don't you think i need a bit more time to get ready?"

"all you need is your shoes and a jacket. i've got your helmet outside, and we can just put a pair of heels in my bag or something."

you bite your inner cheek and shrug after a moment of contemplation. aiden steps forward and pulls out a black jacket from your closet, holding it out for you to put it on. you grin to yourself and turn around, sliding your arms through the sleeves as he lays it over your shoulders.

“i saw your shoes by the front door. i’ll go grab them while you pick whatever heels you want.” he states, heading out of your room.

you do as he says, quickly gathering a pair of simple black stilettos. holding them by the straps, you follow him out to the living room where he’s got your tennis shoes in hand.

“thanks.” you say as he tosses them to you. slipping them on and tying them up, you look over at him, “so, what exactly are we doing?”

he gives you a look as if he’s already told you a million times — which he has, kind of — “we’re going out and we’re filming.”

you roll your eyes, “yeah, i gathered that.”

“just trust me.”

“trust you?” you snort.

he smirks, “when have i ever let you down, shorty?”

you can’t help the small smile that spreads across your face as you roll your eyes again. you toss your heels at him, not sparing a second glance as you head out the front door. he chuckles at you, slipping your shoes in his bag and following you out.

once the two of you are settled on the bike, his bag on your back and your arms around his waist, you’re off to whatever mysterious destination he has planned for you.

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it doesn’t take long for the two of you to reach an empty parking lot lit up by street lights. as you come to a stop, you almost don’t want to let go, reveling in the warmth he provides as well as the mouth watering cologne he’s wearing. not to mention his body fits perfectly against yours, like you’re made for each other.

aiden shuts the engine off and kicks out the kickstand, placing his hands on your thighs. you ignore the tingling his touch leaves and take a deep breath.

“can you explain what we’re doing now?” you ask for what feels like the millionth time.

you can’t see his face, but you can hear the amusement in his voice as he speaks, “we’re filming a tiktok. a dancing tiktok. to pony.”

you pause your movement, one leg on the ground, the other hooked over the bike, “by ginuwine?”

“the one and only.”

you bite your tongue and climb off the bike, instantly removing his bag and pulling out your heels. the song’s very sexual, and just the thought of dancing to it with him makes your stomach clench.

aiden gets off the bike and ushers you to sit back down on it, facing him from the side. he unties your shoes and removes them, along with your socks. taking one heel in his hand, he begins to slip your foot in it and lace it up.

you stare down at him, only catching his eyes through the open visor. he looks concentrated. for some reason, the gesture feels oddly intimate, and you’re not sure what to make of it. but you know how it makes you feel.

you’ve always found him incredibly sexy, from the way he talks to the way he acts and dresses. sometimes you want to jump his bones, but his sister being your best friend prevents you from crossing that line.

“thank you.” you whisper in appreciation after he gets both of your heels on.

he clears his throat, “yeah, no problem.”

he helps you off the bike, keeping his hands on your waist to make sure you’re steady. once he pulls away, you remove your jacket and set it with your sneakers. you step aside as he begins to get his phone set up and ready.

he walks backwards a bit and adjusts his jacket, smoothing down the sides before turning to you. “how do i look?” he questions, holding his arms out.

“hot.” the word slips from your mouth before you can catch yourself, causing your face to burn a bright ride. choosing not to dwell on it, you do a spin and ask, “how about me?”

“edible.” he answers.

his response halts your movement. you can feel your core practically throbbing from the one word he used to describe you. your stomach twists up with desire and uncertainty, wanting nothing more than to fuck him right then and there, but also knowing that probably isn’t the best idea.

“how do you want to start?” you ask, attempting to sway your mind and its filthy thoughts.

after a couple of minutes of explaining what he wants to happen, the two of you are ready. he starts the recording and back tracks to his bike in the middle of the screen. you stand off to the side, out of view until your cue. the song begins playing, and aiden starts the dance.

you guys do a few takes, both of you having to stop at certain points because there’s no denying it’s getting hot and heavy between the two of you. you never would’ve guessed he’d have you soaked tonight, but you can feel the dampness between your legs. luckily for you, he’s also struggling to hold it together. though neither of you address it, the bulge in his slacks is proof that he’s turned on.

deciding to give it one more shot to get it right, the music starts again.

i’m just a bachelor, looking for a partner.

you slide into view of the camera, sauntering over to him in a sexy manner. he’s straddling his bike backwards, leaving room for you to climb on.

someone who knows how to ride, without even falling off.

you climb on the bike, your thighs straddling his to where you’re practically in his lap, and you roll your hips into his as if you’re riding him. his bulge presses directly into your core, eliciting a moan from you. a groan escapes his lips at the sweet sound you made and the feeling of you against him. both of you freeze, only for him to grab the bottom of your helmet and yank you closer to him.

“i think this is where we turn the camera off.” he speaks, his voice low and husky.

your breath catches in your throat, though you choose not to think too much into his comment. he slides you back, his grip tight on your thighs. the pressure goes straight to between your legs, leaving you clenching around nothing.

“or,” you start in a breathy tone, “we can leave it on.”

his fingers dig into your skin, surely leaving bruises. he caresses your legs for just a moment before pulling back and removing his helmet. his curls fall back into place along his forehead. his dark brows furrow, his eyes darkening as he looks at you. reaching forward, he grasps your helmet and softly pulls it from your head. setting both aside, you’re both left staring at each other with heaving chests.

“you have no idea how badly i wanna fuck you right now.” he croaks, tossing his head back just a bit.

your heart races in your chest, your stomach tightening as you take in his words. you bite your lip, pondering what to say. regardless of whether or not it’s a bad idea, you’ve never wanted anything more.

“what’s stopping you?” you whisper, tilting your head.

he catches your eye and stops for a moment. in just a split second, he’s yanking you back into him with his hand around your neck. his eyes roam your face, searching for any signs of hesitation. finding nothing but lust, he kisses your fiercely.

a small gasp erupts from your mouth as his lips meet yours. in an instant, he has you back on top of his lap, one of his hands tangled in your hair, the other gripping your neck. your hands trail up his arms and run down his torso, feeling the sculpted muscles beneath his suit.

the pressure of his kiss makes you dizzy, a subtle taste of mint lingers on his tongue as he makes his way into your mouth. your tongues dance, teeth clash, consuming one another's oxygen. your hands move frantically against him, wrapping around his shoulders to pull him impossibly closer. he tightens his grip on your hips, grinding you against him.

"if you wanna stop, i suggest we do it now. 'cause i'm like ten seconds away from bending you over my bike and filling you up with my cum." aiden groans against your mouth, breathless as he speaks.

you roll your hips against his once more, your core practically sobbing for stimulation. the feeling of his hard member pressed against you as you move makes your face scrunch in pleasure. you lick your kiss swollen lips and stare into his eyes. "aiden."

his eyes almost roll to the back of his head at the sound of your whiny voice moaning his name. he brings your face closer to his, pressing a few more wet kisses to your mouth, before pulling away to let you continue.

"please fuck me." you beg, grinding against him. "right here, right now."

his mouth slams back onto yours, his hands sliding down your legs. reaching the end of your dress, he slides it up to your waist, showcasing your little black panties. goosebumps litter your skin from the cool night air mixed with the warmth of his touch.

"you're so fucking sexy, baby." he mumbles into the kiss.

his fingers trail up your thighs, dipping into the waistband of your panties, teasingly running along the trim. you pull back in frustration, using one hand to brace yourself on his shoulder, and the other to remove your underwear yourself. before you can set them aside, he takes them from you and slides them in your mouth.

"god, i can't wait to feel your pussy around me." he moans, drinking in the sight of you. he repositions you until you're straddling one of his thighs and gives you a devilish grin. "until then, you’re gonna ride my thigh like a good girl.”

as soon as your bare heat comes in contact with the smooth material of his slacks, your lips part with a small gasp. he places his hands on your waist, guiding you back and forth over his leg. lewd moans fall from your mouth as your clit bushes against his leg. he flexes his leg, his muscles tightening beneath you, providing better friction.

you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a sloppy kiss as you try to keep your composure. your arousal seeps into his pants, creating a sticky lubricant. he slightly lifts his leg, bumping into your pussy, eliciting a loud moan from you.

“fuck, you’re so wet.” he coos, peeking down at your sopping center as you chase your pleasure. “that’s it, make a mess all over daddy’s leg.”

your movement becomes frantic, your teeth biting down on your panties to try to contain your moans. your saliva soaks into them, making your arousal much more noticeable as it coats your tongue. the knot in your stomach tightens, indicating your incoming orgasm.

aiden pulls the underwear from your mouth, “aht, aht. i wanna hear how good i’m making you feel.”

one of his hands trail up from your waist, applying the perfect amount of pressure along your body. his hand grasps your neck, his thumb against your chin as he brings your face towards his. his eyes take in your face that’s contorted with pleasure, and he can’t help but admire how fucking good you look.

“all mine.” he mutters to himself as his thumb traces your parted lips.

“feels so good.” you whine, your hips bucking as the knot inside of you snaps, bringing you over the edge with a pornographic moan.

aiden holds you against him as your body convulses, kissing the side of your neck while encouraging you to let it all out. your juices drip onto his leg, soaking the material between the two of you. your breathing is heavy as your eyes flutter from the satisfying sensation.

“you’re so hot when you cum.” he smirks, “i bet you’re even hotter cumming on my dick.”

the thought alone sends a new wave of arousal through your body, leaving you clenching, your pussy desperate for more. you slowly slide off of his lap, using the bike for support as your body feels weak. after catching your breath, you glance up at him and take in his hungry gaze. licking your lips, you reach out for his belt buckle.

his mouth sports a devious grin as he watches you unbuckle his belt. his erection painfully strains against his pants, eager to be set free from its restrictions. after releasing the buckle, you immediately unbutton his slacks, yearning for the feeling of his hardened member.

"so desperate to be stuffed by my cock." he teases in a condescending tone.

"wanna feel you inside me." you mumble, your cheeks flushing at your own words.

he audibly groans at your comment and helps you in pulling out his length. your mouth waters at the sight; long and thick, a few veins running along the shaft, a pretty pink tip with dribbles of precum. your small hand wraps around him, barely able to enclose him with your fingers. a breathy sigh leaves his mouth when you make contact.

"such a pretty cock." you whisper, leaning forward to lick the tip.

his hips buck when your tongue grazes the head of his dick, his precum spread across your tongue. his hand tangles in your hair, swiftly pulling you up to his mouth and kissing you with everything he has.

he's never been so turned on in his life. you've always done something to him, and he can't believe he's finally getting you where he wants you. you're in the same exact boat. the thought of sneaking around with your best friend's brother is so wrong, but fuck, does it feel so right.

aiden kicks his leg over his bike, stepping off. he turns you to face him, taking your face in his hands and pressing his mouth to yours in a hungry kiss. his hands travel down your body and beneath you, squeezing your ass, pulling a moan from you.

he lifts you from the bike and gently sets you down on the ground, pressing a few more kisses to your lips. “turn around.”

you do as he says, turning around and bending over, using his bike for support. he softly kicks your legs apart, causing your heart to hammer with anticipation in your chest. you can feel the continuous arousal seep from your aching hole.

he very slowly lifts your dress. you take a sharp breath when the cool air hits your bare center. his hands knead your ass, pulling your cheeks apart to showcase your dripping heat.

“you’re so fucking wet, baby.” he moans.

he brings his hand between your thighs, ghosting over where you need him most. his fingers graze your pussy, pulling a soft whimper from you. spreading your juices around, his thumb massages your clit in soft circles, causing your legs to jerk. his middle digit circles around your entrance, teasing you.

before you can beg him to do something, his finger plunges into you. a loud yelp leaves your lips, and you’re instantly clenching around him. his finger so long and slender, rubbing against your rigid walls so delicately.

before you can even indulge in the feeling, he removes his hand. you whine and shake your hips, pressing your ass against him, needing to feel more. he tsks with a chuckle, bringing his hand down on your cheek with a sharp slap. you squeak and attempt to close your legs, but he places himself between them, preventing you from doing so.

he grabs his dick, pumping it a few times before sliding it up and down your slickness. your breath hitches and your body grows hot. in one deep thrust, he pushes into you, bottoming out inside of your gushing hole.

“oh my — fuck.” you squeal, involuntarily clenching around him.

“i know, baby.” he breathes through his nose, attempting to keep control and not completely ravage you on the spot.

his hands hold your hips as he pulls back, rutting forward to fill you back up. soft moans spill from you as he strokes you deep and slow. his fingertips dig into your skin as he brings you back to meet his thrusts. your mouth falls open, eyes rolling back as pleasure floods your veins. he bites down on his bottom lip, head tossed back from the pure bliss.

blowing out a breath, he refocuses on where you’re connected. what a sight. your pussy grips him so tightly, sucking him back in every time he pulls away. your fluid soaks his dick, leaving a creamy ring around the base. with every pump, your fleshy ass bounces off of his hips, waves rippling through it.

“fuck — you take me so fucking well.” he groans as you push against him.

your face scrunches up, tears welling in your eyes from the immense pleasure. you’re already so close to cumming again. aiden reaches up and wraps your hair around his hand, tugging your head back. your jaw falls open, heavy breaths and mewls leaving your mouth as he reaches around with his opposite hand and rubs your clit.

“god, you feel s-so good daddy.” you cry out, both of your hands gripping the seat below you.

his thrusts grow harder and faster, throaty moans emitting from his mouth. “dirty little whore, calling your best friend’s brother daddy. who knew you were such a slut? you like it that much, hm?”

sobs leave you mouth as the tightness in your stomach grows. you can’t help but meet his every movement, it hurts so good. your legs shake, and if it weren’t for the bike beneath you, they would’ve given out by now.

“fuck, aiden..” you moan loudly as he digs into your sweet spot. “don’t stop. please don’t stop.”

he groans as he feels you clenching around him. his thrusts grow erratic, “god, you’re everything. so fucking perfect.” his finger on your sensitive bud speeds up, pressing harder against the bundle of nerves. “you’re close, aren’t you? yeah. let it go, baby.”

your pussy clamps down at his words, squeezing his cock as the pressure inside your stomach grows unbearable. silent moans fall from your mouth as your hips buck. the way he’s fucking you so deliciously sends you over the edge, your essence saturating his cock as you cum.

“that’s it.” he coos, “that’s my good girl.”

his strokes become sloppy as he chases his own release. he wraps an arm around your neck, holding you flush against his chest. his other arm wraps around your waist to keep you upright as he drills into you.

“daddy.” you sob, “want you to cum inside me. please, want your cum so bad.”

“yeah? you want me to fill you up with my babies?” he grunts, shoving as deep as humanly possible. “you’re unreal. so fucking filthy.”

he holds you tight, keeping you against him as he cums with a raspy moan. his cock twitches inside you, releasing a hot, milky load inside of you. everything feels fuzzy as he empties himself deep in your pussy, and you can’t help but smile.

before he even pulls out, your phone starts ringing. you choose to ignore it, but he picks it up and smirks as he reads the contact name. audrey. he looks over at you, then presses answer and puts it on speaker, holding it out for you. your eyes widen as you look back and forth from him and the phone.

“hello?” you hear audrey ask from the other end.

“h-hello?” you reply in a pant.

“where are you?” she asks.

aiden pulls you back into him, shoving his cock deeper into you, catching you off guard. you gasp, eyes closing from the feeling.

“hello? what’s wrong?” audrey speaks up.

you clear your throat, shaking your head. “nothing. what?”

she groans, “where are you? ethan and i got into a fight and i just need a girls night.”

before you can catch yourself, you’re rolling your eyes. of course she wants to hangout now. she blew off your plans just to come crawling back when her and her boyfriend aren’t getting along.

you’re not complaining though. you just had the best orgasm of your life.

aiden pulls out of you, leaving you shuddering. he tucks himself back into his pants and pulls your dress down, covering you back up. he sends you a look, reminding you that you haven’t responded to his sister.

“um, okay. i can be home in like 15, just meet me there.” you say, hanging up before she can reply.

you look over at aiden, catching his eye. he’s got a panty dropping grin on his face as he watches you, admiring the way your skin is flushed, how your hair is tangled, and the dried tears on your cheeks. you look especially fucked out, and he can’t help but smile because he’s the one who’s got you like that.

“so.” he says.

“so..” you awkwardly repeat.

he quietly chuckles, “don’t make it weird now. i fucked you, and you liked it.”

your face turns bright red and you shove him, shaking your head at his words.

he tosses an arm around you, laughing as he pulls you into him. “hey, it’s okay. i loved it.” he leans down and kisses you hard. “and don’t think that’s the last time, you’re mine now.”

your stomach flutters with butterflies as you kiss him. this is definitely not something you’ll regret.

“now, let’s go. my sister needs a hug from you. so, that’s what you’re gonna do… with my kids dripping down your legs.”

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a/n : first fic :))) he’s so sexy idc idc, need him to breed me!!!!!

[asaka-lucy-dr-rc]

I watched the YouTube video introducing RAIN CODE Plus, and there were some parts that I found interesting, so I transcribed them and translated them into English:

10:37-11:04 Derived from the topic of Shinigami is quite tall >

Fukuhara: In RAIN CODE, the women are tall, right? Kodaka: Yes, they tend to be quite tall since Danganronpa. Fukuhara: Indeed, I see. Kodaka: I mean, all the characters tend to be tall. It's the same in general. Komatsuzaki, who designs the characters, is over 180cm tall, so he thinks it's normal. Fukuhara: (laughs) So Komatsuzaki-san draws the characters according to his standards! Kodaka: Right. His view of the world...(*expresses eye level with hand gestures*) And Takada, who is in charge of the music, is also in the second half of 180. Fukuara: Wow, really? Kodaka: So their eye level is high. Fukuhara: Ahaha. Kodaka: They think the tall people should be 2 meters tall. All: (laughs) Fukuhara: But 180cm is pretty tall! You know? 

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13:56-15:28 About the Ginma District> Kodaka: Well, it's like Ginza(銀座). Fukuhara: Like, Ginza, Ginma, Ginza, Ginma, Ginza, Ginma... Kodaka: Because Ginma is a combination of Ginza and Aoyama(青山). Fukuhara: Oh, that makes sense! Miyokawa: Haha, is that so? Kodaka: This may be the first time I've revealed it. All: (laughs) Kodaka: Kamasaki is a combination of Kamata(蒲田) and Kawasaki(川崎), you know. Miyokawa: Ohh. Fukuhara: Oh, this is the first time I've heard of it. [omission] Miyokawa: It seems that the people and the shops are quite different depending on the regional characteristics. Kodaka: Well, in Kamasaki, the people are like those in Kamata or Kawasaki. They are kind of rough... All: (laughs) Kodaka: People in Ginma are as elegant as people in Ginza or Aoyama. Fukuhara: I have the impression that there are a lot of sophisticated people there. Kodaka: And Marunomon is a business district, so there are a lot of people in suits. Fukuhara: Oh, yes, yes. Kodaka: So each area is completely different, which adds depth. When you walk around the city, you might wonder how these people live together, and a lot of ideas come to mind. I think it gives you a lot of imagination. Fukuhara: The facilities in the city are also quite different. Kodaka: Yes. The one in the middle is a case that is used to enclose trees that would otherwise rot due to the constant rain in the city, and to expose them to ultraviolet rays. It's the kind of expensive object or appreciation of nature that only Ginma can provide. There are many props in the city, and I’d like players to pay attention to them.

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Just in case, I have included a transcription in Japanese below↓

10:37〜11:04 死に神ちゃんが結構背が高いという話から> Fukuhara: レインコード、女性身長高いですよね Kodaka: そう、ダンガンロンパの時から結構高くなりがち。 Fukuhara: 確かに、そっかぁ。 Kodaka: っていうか全キャラ高くなりがちなんですよね。全般的にそう。キャラデザしてる小松崎が180cm超えてるんで、それが普通だと思ってる。 Fukuhara: (笑)小松崎さんの基準で描かれてるんですね！ Kodaka: そう。彼の世界を見る…(手振りで目線を表現)で、音楽の高田も180後半なんで、 Fukuara: えぇっ、すご！ Kodaka: 彼らの視線が高いから。 Fukuhara: あはは。 Kodaka: デカいやつは2mあると思い込んでる。 一同: (笑) Fukuhara: 180相当でかいですよ〜？でもねぇ。

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13:56〜15:28 ギンマ地区について>

Kodaka: まぁ銀座みたいなとこ。 Fukuhara: ギンザ、ギンマ、ギンザ、ギンマ、ギンザ、ギンマ…って感じですね。 Kodaka: 銀座と青山をくっつけてギンマですからね。 Fukuhara: なるほどぉ！ Miyokawa: あはは、そうなんすか Kodaka: 初めて言うかもコレ。 一同: (笑) Kodaka: カマサキはほら、蒲田と川崎でカマサキ。 Miyokawa: あぁ〜。 Fukuhara: あぁ〜初めて聞いたかも。 (中略) Miyokawa: 結構その特色によって居る人だったりとか、お店の構えとかも全然違う感じですよね。 Kodaka: そうですね、あのー、カマサキは、ほんと蒲田とか川崎にいそうな…ガラの悪い… 一同: (笑) Kodaka: ギンマはやっぱ銀座・青山にいそうなちょっと、瀟洒な感じの人たちで。 Fukuhara: ビシッとした方達が多い印象がありますね Kodaka: で、マルノモンとかだとビジネス街なんで、ちょっとスーツ姿が多い。 Fukuhara: あ〜はいはいはい。 Kodaka: って感じで、まぁエリアごとに全然違うんで深みが出るというか。この人たちはどう棲み分けてるんだろうとか、考えながら街を歩いてると色々考えが浮かんでくるというか。イマジネーションが湧いてくると思います。 Fukuhara: 街の設備とかもね、結構違ってきますもんね。 Kodaka: そうですね、真ん中にあるのは、ここ雨が降り続いてる街なんで、木とかが腐ってしまうんで、ああいうケースで囲って紫外線を当てることで木を飾ってるみたいな、ギンマだからこそできるお金のかかったオブジェというか、���然鑑賞みたいな、という設備だったり、プロップも結構色々街の中に転がってるんで、ちょっと注目してほしいなって感じですね。

[leathercollectionus]

Jonathan Rea Suit Kawasaki Racing WSBK 2021

Show your presence by wearing these Kawasaki racing Suit, a replica suit designed from the Jonathan Rea Suit, he wore in WSBK 2021 season from the Kawasaki team.

Jonathan Rea Suit Kawasaki Racing WSBK 2021

[gyuzoh]

“UNKNOWN RIDER” JEON WONWOO—°

summary: you ride at late hours of the night through south korea’s biggest city, often accompanied by a male with a deep husky voice, who you’ve never seen the face of. “hey, you dropped your polaroid”

playlist: idfc (blackbear), nvrmnd (soulbysel), 6 in the morning (yvng jin)

warnings: swearing, mentions of smoking/vaping, sex and drugs.

next (coming soon)

prologue.

your long black hair blew in the wind, the cold air brushing against the bare skin of your arms, and the city lights guiding your way through the busy city.

music was blasting from your airpods, the visor of your helmet protecting your eyes drying out from the wind. cruising through the city alone was the most relaxing feeling.

it was as if though you were riding away from all your personal issues, the burden of upholding the family expectations, the stress of failing university, and the immense frustration of your drug dealing boyfriend.

you pull up to a nearby gas station as your fuel ran low, putting down the kickstand and hopping off, you’re shocked by a deep, husky voice. “you gotta dress for the slide, not for the ride.”

turning your head to face the male two meters to your left, you make eye contact with him, taking notice of his monolids that glanced at you up and down. the black shoei helmet of his was equipped, but you had a hunch that without it— this man who was judging you, is drop dead gorgeous.

“i don’t go fast enough to slide,” you respond, removing your gloves, then pulling off your own helmet and placing it on the seat of your yamaha r3.

you open your gas tank, filling it up as the male makes his way toward you, the scent of sandalwood and peaches overwhelm your nostrils, making you scrunch your nose. the unnamed male checking out your ride intensely.

whilst waiting for your fuel to fill, you take your sweet time observing the broad shouldered stranger in front of you, who was clad in all black, a zip-up hoodie worn over what you could tell was protective gear.

“you’re right, not fast enough,” he mutters, looking up at you from observing your bike, “but still better safe than sorry.”

he wasn’t wrong, the outfit you were wearing tonight was not slide safe at all. black tights and a black tight fit cropped tee, but you were in a rush to leave home, wanting to get away from all the toxicity, forgetting to bring even a jumper to protect you from the autumn breeze.

you scan the barcode of the station, paying with your phone, then shutting your gas tank, plopping yourself onto the seat of your bike.

going home wasn’t an option right now, especially not after what you had witnessed just an hour prior.

you held your helmet in your small hands, licking your chapped lips before speaking to the male that towered over you, who was still standing beside you. “you wanna cruise?”

he stares at you intently for a few seconds, then unzips his jacket, throwing it at you and walking to his own bike. kawasaki ninja. he flips the ignition on his bike, signalling for you to do the same.

“you think you can catch up?” he taunts, a smirk finds its way onto your face. you rush to put on his jacket and flip your own ignition on.

“it’s on.”

both you and the stranger speed past the slow moving cars, splitting lanes dangerously. not a word has been said since the two of you left the gas station half an hour ago, but the silence between youse was comforting.

you were constantly behind him, catching up every few minutes, just to be left behind again as he picked up his speed slightly.

your cruise with the stranger ends at daecheon beach, the two of you both equipping your kickstands and unmounting your bikes.

just as previous at the gas station, your remove your helmet, him keeping his on. “you kept up,” he says, a chuckle following suit as he takes a few small steps your way.

you roll your eyes at his teasing, pushing strands of hair that was blowing in the opposite direction out of your face. “only barely, you kept leaving me behind.”

you notice how his eyes crinkled as he smiled, how thick his well kept brows were, and how tall his nose is. you wanted a peek at this strangers face, and you wanted it now.

your slim fingers reach out, grazing against the clasp of his helmet, your eyes noticing that his were half-lidded, his lashes short. “can i?”

the taller figure nods his head, leaning down slightly with his head lowered for you, ready for you to remove the expensive head gear. his large hands held onto your waist, pulling your slim body closer to his. the smell of peaches once again entering your nose.

as you’re about to lift his helmet off his head, the ringing of your phone splits through the silence, pulling the two of you apart from one another, snapping you back to reality. your rummage your belt bag for your phone, glancing at the screen.

shit, it’s already past midnight. the contact name read your boyfriends name, min yoongi.

you struggle to remove your gloves, sliding your finger delicately across the screen, answering the phone call. “where are you?”

the anger in his tone was evident, and the way he asked sent a chill down your spine, though maybe it was the fact you were underdressed for the weather.

“i’m at daecheon,” you answer, your hand making its way to your lips, perfect whites now gnawing at your nails in anxiousness, “with jennie.”

you didn’t know why you lied, you could’ve just said you were alone, but for some reason you felt as if though you needed to keep this spontaneous cruise with the stranger who stood before you, a secret.

“you have an hour, i need you to do a drop for me.”

the call ends abruptly, and you pull the phone away from your ear, watching the screen of your device turn black. you lift your head up to notice the stranger getting back on his bike, kicking the stand up and revving his engine.

it was late, and yoongi’s was a 45 minute ride, so you needed to leave now. but, you enjoyed this man’s presence, his mysterious allure.

you call out to him, “can i meet you tomorrow?”, the boy looks at you intently for the second time tonight, evidently thinking.

he replies, “11pm, here.” his large hands push down the visor of his helmet and he speeds off into the dimly lit streets of the city.

leaving you with his hoodie, and a polaroid hidden deep in its pocket.

[weebiemcweebington]

Gotta say, the most unrealistic thing about the walking dead is the lack of random shit they have.

Yea yea, I get that food, water, shelter and medical supplies are the pertinent items to take with you,

but who wouldn’t take the opportunity to be sat up in their post-apocalyptic crib surrounded by their favourite museum exhibits, a collection of vintage Kawasakis, and every suit Bob Odenkirk wore in Better Call Saul?

[mahoushoujotechsupport]

diamond dust chronology

so as promised, i figured i'd type this out and keep it together in one post just to refer to myself and for anyone who might be interested. again, this is mostly speculation that a particular japanese fan had on twitter.

diamond dust closes out the school festival their first year of high school (this is canon and is explicitly told to us by momoka in episode 4)

the shot we get of momoka's smartphone in episode 4 shows a few articles on a music news website about diamond dust. the 2nd of those articles specifically states that industry insiders are looking into when diamond dust will make their major label debut because of the success they've had. it mentions how they closed out their school festival, but it's unclear if that means they also did it their second year of high school or if this is still referring to their first year

in episode 6 we're told by the serbian night owner that right before they moved to tokyo, diamond dust had 10,000 followers. keep this in mind for the rest of the timeline because this fan's theory is they had 10K followers by the time they played at their second year school festival (doesn't make too much of a different in my opinion though)

in the summer of their third and final year of high school, when momoka is 17, is when they decide to drop out because an agency has reached out to them. we can confirm for sure that it's their 3rd year because in episode 1 momoka tells nina she was 17 when she dropped out and they're in their summer uniforms in episode 8

so starting from here is when things get a bit more speculative

their indie album debut was most likely recorded that summer given that they're wearing their summer uniforms on the cover. it's worth noting here that this already kinda tells us that the girls likely got scouted by some less than scrupulous agency because they're using their being high school girls as a selling point by making them wear their high school uniforms on the cover of their debut indie album lol

at some point between summer and fall of their third year of high school, they move to tokyo and that indie album releases

the outfits they wear on the DD poster that was up at serbian night kinda seem to be clothes more suited for the fall so this fan thinks at least the photoshoot itself took place during the fall. another thing to note in terms of the skeeviness of the agency they'd signed on to, we have momoka talking at the beginning of episode 8 about how they'll move to tokyo and the poster itself even says "Diamond Dust in Tokyo". serbian night is not located in tokyo lol but kawasaki

an important point to make about the serbian night performance, we can speculate momoka was already 18 years old since the serbian night owner says it hasnt even been 2 yrs since he last saw her and in episode 5 momoka is now 20 years old. it's also right before june when shin kawasaki (temp) performs at serbian night (their show is on june 6), so the old DD show must have taken place around summer when momoka was 18 perhaps?

also something to note is that that first poster never got replaced with a newer one UNTIL New Diamond Dust is finally making their debut with hina at the tokyo dome. could it be that their serbian night show didnt do well? maybe that whole DD in tokyo tour didnt do well and talks of becoming an idol band started after that?

so essentially, a whole year passes by from when they first moved to toyko/kawasaki(?) and the serbian night performance from the old DD poster

by the time we're shown flashbacks of diamond dust being forced into the idol outfits, it looks like it might be winter to early spring given their outfits, so momoka is likely 19 already here

one more thing that i've seen various fans across the board speculate is that void may have been written around this time. winter-spring of momoka being 19 would line up with nina just about starting her 2nd year of high school and the entirety of nina's bullying took place during her 2nd year

random aside they brought up is how depressing this must have been for momoka once they got forced into the idol outfits because we already see the other DD members go right along with the change. ai, for example, had already dyed her hair. looks like rin may have as well if that blueish tint to the ends of her hair arent a weird coloration error in this shot

and from here we make it to the summer when momoka was 19 years old where presumably diamond dust was going on tour and nina had bought a ticket to go see them

the tour's canceled and most likely it's because momoka quit around this time so DD had no vocalist and the search for their new vocalist begins

at some point between that summer and well before march of when she's 20 and the show begins, momoka manages to record her own solo album, a copy of which she sells to nina for 100 yen in episode 1

so what was she doing from summer to march of the following year? aside from trying to make it on her own i guess? she barely made it a year before just completely giving up

i want a side manga of what she was up to that whole time so bad lol

[alter-ego-xxx]

Biker Barty calls his boners “Harleys”

I can see that happening. But I gave this ask some thoughts, and for me, Sirius is more the Harley guy. It's leather, it's comfy, it's chill.

Barty, on the other hand, drives a green kawasaki ninja. He has the same green on his leather suit (is it fr called like that in english?) and his front strands of his hair. He's the guy who pats his helmet when there's police ahead to warn other bikers and overtake cars left and right, no matter the street type or speed limit. According to your logic, his boners would be called 'ninjas' maybe? If anyone would ever call them that, it would be Bartemius Crouch Jr. and Bartemius Crouch Jr. only.

(what do we think about biker bitchkiller/deathstar??)

[writing-in-sin]

Movie!Adrien HC: Speed Demon

As shown in the movie, it seems like Chat has superspeed. The boy literally broke the sound barrier and it made me think that since the suit tends to reflect the person, Adrien might be someone who loves speed

Because of that, I headcanon that Adrien is a speed demon. He loves running, especially at night. That extends to parkour as he grew older and once he became Chat, there's no one who can beat him in speed

Once he's the right age, he'd get his motorcycle licence so that he can zip through the streets of Paris on his Kawasaki Ninja (that may or may not be a birthday present from his dad...they're working on it)

He loves the freedom of it and back before he could face his grief, speeding fast with reckless abandon has helped him leave the pain behind even if only temporarily.

The wind in his hair, as sounds fade away. His thundering heart and heavy breathing. The world falling away, as here within the world of speed, nothing can touch him

Nothing hurts

If i wanna add to the angst, maybe Adrien was somewhere else when he was told that his mum was taking her last breath. And I think, if anyone who's ever been in that position, to rush to someone you love, wanting, hoping that if it really is time for them to go, you'd be there. You'd at least get to say goodbye

And maybe Adrien didn't make it in time, maybe when he stumbled into the room, panting and covered in cold sweat, Adrien can only stare in numbed horror as his dad sobs at the side of the bed where his mum lay

Dead.

Gone.

So maybe Adrien has a desire to always want to be fast enough for the people he loves. For himself. For freedom. For an escape

And maybe the suit answered that desire

On a more hilarious route, yknow how cats sleep for most of the day and wakes up at 3 freakin AM just to noom noom so fast everywhere? well, that's pretty much Adrien XD

So yeah, Adrien is a speed demon in the movieverse

[hauntedfoxhut]

KYOJURO BEING TELEPORTED TO THE FUTURE

Pure fluff

Headcanon

Gn!reader

He definitely would love the streetwear clothes, like cargo pants or racing jackets full of patches, and I’m almost sure that he love motorcycles

If he bought a motorcycle would be a Kawasaki Ninja, probably black or red

When he first saw the people from the future he just feel in love, all those exotic styles, but he just love tops and cropped

He would wear a cropped to hang out, because he don’t have a fragile masculinity, he’s very proud of his body and that’s the extra reason to wear it

I think they he would cut his hair, just to look more modern to match with his wardrobe

He definitely lives in an apartment, and he have a lot of plants and colorful walls

His bedroom have a red carpet and it’s so fluffy, and his curtains are white and all the windows are full of stickers

He just love stickers and cartoons and dogs and funny shoes and his bubble couch

That boy is fancy, he’ll probably work as a CEO, imagine him wearing a suit during the morning and at evening he would be sitting on his couch watching a random ghibli movie

If he start dating with his S/O that person need to be fashion, and match outfits with him, imagine you two walking with baggy pants and cropped with matching colors, that’s so cute

He would love you body no matter what but he personally (in my opinion) prefer chubby bodies, he just love hugging you and falling asleep on your thick thighs

You like motorcycles he just love riding with you at night, under all the neon lights of Tokyo, and your motorcycle helmets match too, he have one that looks like a fox and yours have fluffy bunny ears