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angelxarii · 3 months ago

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ BET? - Michael Kaiser

Synopsis: You never planned on ending up at an illegal street race, yet here you are, dragged along by your best friend, who’s determined to hook up with some hot guy. Meanwhile, all you wanted was a quiet night in, binging Netflix and avoiding drama. But as the engines roar and the crowd buzzes with excitement, your stomach sinks—your eyes land on someone in the crowd of people; one of the racers, and it’s none other than your ex-boyfriend’s best friend. Michael Kaiser AGED UP CHARACTERS, AFAB reader, street racer!kaiser, sadist kaiser, face riding, car fucking, racer!au, racer kaiser, kaiser smokes, kaiser has a tongue piercing, car sex,

“Mia, I seriously hate you.” you grumbled as your childhood best friend dragged you across the asphalt, past the large groups of people and finally to your destination. You both stood in front of what seemed like a 100 or more cars with twice as many people surrounding the area.

“You don’t hate me, babe—you love me," she teased with a mischievous grin, looping her arms around your waist before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

"While you’re busy pouting under your storm cloud of despair, I’m off to find myself a sexy man who knows how to handle me." Her laughter echoed behind her as she sauntered away, tossing you a playful air kiss over her shoulder.

Wow, really? She drags me here and leaves me?

You thought to yourself. But she was right, you’re already out of the house so you can’t just sit around with a pissy face.

Deciding to look around the place, you sashayed down the tarmac, heels clicking and skirt swaying with the cool spring night breeze chilling your mostly exposed leg.

Despiste your unwillingness to go out, you still put effort into your outfit. A mini, low rise black cargo skirt, with a white g-string thong resting on your hip bones. As for the top, a black and white cropped bomber jacket with “ferrari” in bold letters written on it. It was zipped up but you were wearing a cute white lace bra underneath, matching the thong.

You swayed your hips, looking at the unique cars. Until something caught your eye, it wasn't a car but definitely something you could look at all night.

Micheal kaiser. Your ex’s best friend— ex’s ex best friend? You heard they got into a fight over something but weren’t sure if they were still friends or not— almost as if he could feel your eyes on him, he tilted his head in your direction and it felt like every ounce of oxygen was sucked clean from your lungs.

You didn’t break eye contact though. Fuck no, you weren’t no pussy. No lie, he looked sexy, leaning against his detailed car, arms crossed, his eyes undressing you. His outfit, oddly similar to yours. Black baggy cargos paired with a grey-ish shirt and a red and black bomber jacket with random sponsors on the front and ferrari written on the back with the logo.

His blond and blue hair grazed his neck and complimented his dark fit.

His expression was blank but his eyes.. His eyes glaring at you with lust. Maybe he was making you a little nervous. Running a tongue across your bottom lip, you looked away from him but his gaze never left you. Watching your torso move with every step you took, the way your thighs were on display, looking like a full 5 star meal.

He pushed himself off his car, stalking your way.

A large arm came from behind, wrapping around your waist and pulling you against a hard chest. You flinched, eyes shot up to crash with piercing blue ones.

“Looks like we have an unexpected guest here” Kaiser smirked. Maybe you were imagining things but you could swear you felt his hand move lower down your exposed waist.

“Kaiser, what’re you doing” your voice coming out more hushed than expected. He still heard you, over the blaring radio music and the chattering of people.

“Whaddya think i'm doing, engel?” he swiftly turned you around, pulling you in closer till your chest was squished against his hard muscles.

“That's not answering my question.” biting back but that only seemed to add to his amusement.

“Oh, i'm sorry, beautiful. Want me to spell it our for you?” you rolled your eyes, looking away.

“I wanna fuck you; you look breath taking, Engel. Wanna see what you’re hiding under these sexy clothes.” of course he did. Average player, walking up to good looking girls and saying they wanna fuck without shame. his lips brushed against your ears and even after knowing that… fucking god, those words went straight to your core.

“Have you no shame? You're asking your best friend's ex if she wants to be fucked by you.”

“So you think you can have me so easily?”

“Hm, I can't?” he pouted like you actually hurt him, making you scoff

“Boy, please. I know my worth, especially after that good for nothing friend of yours.”

“You should, Engel because I only go after things that are priceless.”

“And that fucker ain’t a friend no more”

You let out a small laugh, looking up at him, feeling his hand move lower, tracing the curve of your ass, to the back of your exposed thigh. Giving it a tight squeeze.

“Kai-”

“Shh.. so, is that a yes?”

“Are you gonna race?” you questioned, trying to ignore the intruding presence of Kaiser's hand.

“Yeah, why?” he tilted his head, confused.

“Because. If you win.. I'm all yours, handsome” deciding to play along. your hand clutched the collar of his jacket, pulling him down until your lips were mere inches from his.

His eyes narrowed on yours, lips tilting up into a mischievous smirk.

“Just wait, Prinzessin. You’ll be mine before the end of the night and i’ll have that tight pussy of yours swallowing my cock whole in the back of my car till sunrise” he licked your bottom lip and if he couldn’t get any hotter, you caught a glimpse of the little silver ball on his tongue making your breath get stuck in your throat.

You swallowed sharply, making him chuckle, landing a harsh slap on the back of your thigh making you yelp. Heat covered your face but also your pussy that was already soaked.

You pushed away from him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Go win first, you player”

He chuckled at your reaction, walking past you but he stopped turning his head back

“I want you ready for my cock before I come back. I’ll show you what fucking means, that good for nothing ex of yours won’t compare, Engel”

His face more serious, jaw clenched, before landing a light slap on your ass and walking away.

You rolled your eyes, whispering under your breath about how he’s so full of himself that he’ll win.

What if he did win?

Not being able to help yourself, you bit your bottom lip. Adjusting your skirt, you sauntered over to the large line up of people that were screaming their lungs off.

fuck, why am I nervous now.. I already agreed on.. No, i initiated this bet.

You let out a breath, your gaze landing on Kaser's sleek Ford Mustang Shelby GT500, its black body accented with striking crimson red stripes. The car came to a smooth stop just shy of the white starting line, both the driver and passenger windows rolled down. One hand rested casually on the wheel, the other draped over the window's edge. His entire demeanor radiated ease—relaxed, almost effortlessly confident.

A few, maybe 6 or 7 cars parked beside him. A lexus RC f, mclaren, porsche and a handful more of cars which you couldn’t name. He craned his neck, those endless blue eyes clashing with yours.

It’s like this fucker always knows where i am.

He can spot you with such ease, it was scary. He revved his engine, not breaking eye contact. He seemed to be chewing something, gum perhaps?

His lips were set in a firm, unyielding line, but the slightest curve hinted at something deeper—desire held in check.

A chill ran down your spine, making you break eye contact.

Looking around at the scenery, bright lights from the cars partially lit up the dark night in the middle of tokyo. The light reflected off the shiny clothes and glitter that some girls were wearing. It was quite beautiful, you couldn’t lie.

Kaiser’s hand tightened around the steering wheel, relaxing back into his seat. His free hand reached down and adjusted his aching cock. Staring down at his tatted hand, he flexed his knuckles, looking back up at the road.

The air was thick with the scent of rubber and gasoline, the faint hum of the other cars vibrating the ground beneath his feet. He barely glanced at the others, all lined up in their brightly modified machines.

The feeling of competition, of raw power, surged through him as he shifted into position.

In the distance, a girl with blonde shoulder length hair, tiny ripped jean shorts and a cropped F1 shirt stood at the front of the line, her silhouette framed by the glaring headlights of the surrounding cars. She wasn’t here for the race, but to make sure it went off without a hitch. The flag in her hand fluttered slightly in the wind, the only sign of calm before the storm.

You felt a little uneasy, with how she was eyeing everyone, especially Kaiser and he was looking back, but not with the same lustful expression he looked at you with.

She made eye contact with Kaser as she raised the flag high above her head, signaling the racers. His heart raced, but it wasn’t from fear—it was anticipation. The entire world seemed to slow as the flag slowly dipped, her movements precise, measured.

The signal came.

The moment the flag dropped, Kaser’s foot slammed down on the gas pedal, the car shooting forward with explosive force. Tires screeched on the asphalt as he zipped past the other racers, the sound of roaring engines filling his ears. He didn’t look back. The road ahead was all that mattered.

You gulped, watching closely at the speed Kaiser took off. Your stomach jumped and flipped with nervousness.

This wasn’t exactly your first time watching a race but it was your first time watching someone you knew race.

The road was blocked off, and the course was clear, stretching in front of him like a ribbon of opportunity. He and the other six or seven drivers raced down the long, winding stretch of asphalt, their cars growling, tires gripping the ground as they hit the curves with precision. The streetlights above flickered in the distance, casting fleeting shadows as the cars tore through the empty streets.

You clutched the sleeves of your bomber jacket.

You’ll be mine before the end of the night

His words tainted your mind like stubborn dye.

if he wins.. I’m his

The first turn was sharp, a quick swerve to the left, but Kaser was already in the lead. His car slid just inches away from the corner, his experience guiding him, his mind focused only on the road. Behind him, the sound of tires screeching echoed—someone was catching up.

A green car with decals neared Kaiser's, challenging him without words. Kaiser wasn’t someone who said no to a challenge, ever.

You calmed yourself down, tugging at your jackets. The wind was only getting chiller but you felt hot, you were burning on the inside.

He was ahead, barely, but the green car with decals plastered across its hood and doors was closing in fast. Its engine snarled as it surged alongside him, inches away from his driver-side door.

The green car edged closer, forcing Kaiser to cut tighter into the turn. The tires screeched in protest, the Mustang hugging the curve with precision, but the green car matched him move for move. He risked a glance through his side mirror and caught a glimpse of the driver—a shadowy figure with a determined glint in their eyes. The bastard was pushing him to his limits.

Kaiser gritted his teeth, shifting gears to squeeze every ounce of power from the Mustang’s engine. The green car's front bumper inched closer, almost aligning with his. He could feel the heat of the rival engine, the vibrations from their near-collision rattling through his bones.

The finish line loomed ahead, a glowing strip marked by cheering crowds. The green car made its move, veering slightly toward Kaiser, trying to force him off his line. For a split second, the Mustang wobbled, a rare falter from its unshakable steadiness.

Kaiser eyed you near the start but also the finish line of the race. A menacing smirk grew across his lips.

He knew what he wanted and he would get it.

At the last possible moment, he tapped the brakes—a fraction of a second adjustment that let the green car overcommit to its attack. The rival swerved wide, losing its trajectory just enough.

Kaiser floored it, the Mustang roaring like a beast unleashed. The finish line surged closer, the crowd's shouts growing louder. The green car clawed back, its engine screaming in defiance, but Kaiser held his line.

With mere inches to spare, his Mustang’s nose crossed the finish line ahead of the green car. The crowd erupted as Kaiser eased off the gas, his breathing heavy but even. He threw a glance into the rearview mirror, catching the flash of frustration on his rival's face before smirking to himself.

Close, but not close enough.

He stepped out of the vehicle like the winner he was. Confidence surrounding him, and that cocky smirk back on his face.

A large group of guys and half naked girls ran up to him, surrounding him, while the other racers dapped him up.

The crowd swarmed him, a wave of cheers and congratulations filling the air, but none of it seemed to matter to him. His ocean-blue eyes cut through the noise and chaos, finding you effortlessly.

Running a tattooed hand through his silky styled hair, which brushed just past the nape of his neck, he moved toward you. Your heart raced, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through your veins.

Instinctively, you stepped back, but his hand shot out, gripping your wrist firmly. With a sharp tug, he pulled you into his chest, the sudden closeness stealing the breath from your lungs.

“No congrats for me, Engel?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. His fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, the ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips.

You bit your lip, your gaze dropping to the crown tattooed on his hand. “Why would you need a ‘congrats’ from your prize?” you replied with a sly hum, the playful edge in your voice challenging him.

His eyes darkened slightly, narrowing as he placed both hands on your thighs with practiced ease. Before you could react, he lifted you effortlessly off the ground. Instinct took over, and your legs wrapped around his waist, anchoring yourself as you gasped in surprise.

“Kaiser! What the hell!” you exclaimed, gripping his shoulders for balance. Your freshly done nails pressed into his skin, but he didn’t seem to notice—or maybe he just didn’t care.

“Shh, quiet, pretty,” he whispered, his voice dripping with amusement. “Now, arms around my neck.”

Reluctantly, you obeyed, the intimacy of the moment leaving you speechless.

His hand moved higher from your thigh to your ass, gripping it tightly.

Red painted your face, hiding yourself in the crook of kaiser’s neck.

“People are staring..” you mumbled against his cologne scented skin. It was hard not to breathe him in, especially when he smelled like addiction.

“Let them stare. I won you fair and square. No one’s gonna stop me from enjoying my prize, right?” you could hear the devilish smirk in his tone. Some of his highlighted blue hair grazed your cheek.

“Fuck baby, are you sure you’re wearing something under your skirt and those strings aren’t just decoration?” he whispered against your ear, making you squirm in his hold. Slapping his back.

“Don’t say such perverted things out loud, mihya’” the words only got a laugh out of him.

“If you think what i’m saying now is perverted, just wait ‘till i have my way with you”

Finally he started walking, pushing past the endless groups of people, his rough hands still on your ass like he owned it.

He placed you in the passenger seat, and he settled in the driver’s seat.

Barely a second passed before someone yelled a warning about the police. The crowd erupted into chaos, scattering like water to hot oil.

ㅤㅤ˖ㅤㅤ ֗ ㅤㅤ ࣭ ㅤ ⊹ ㅤ⋆ㅤㅤ ۪ㅤ﹢ㅤ ࣪ ㅤ

40 minutes. Kaiser sped away from the cops, 15 minutes ago. He drove you both somewhere far and quiet. Serene and peaceful.

For the past 15 minutes, you were straddling his lap in the driver's seat of his Ford.

Slowly grinding down on him every few moments. His seat was pushed back, just enough. Those perfect lips of his wrapped around a blunt, he blew the smoke out in your face, watching you inhale it like a good girl.

His tatted hand rested on your side, upper thigh, your hip. His fingers gently caressed the skin, snapping the band of your thong whenever he wanted to pull you out of your daze.

The bulge in his cargos pressing up into your ass.

His head tilted back, eyes open just a slit, almost bloodshot red, a lazy grin plastered over his lips.

“Kaiser” you whined. Rubbing your wet pussy over his protruding bulge.

He slapped the side of your thigh, leaving a large red imprint of his hand.

Making you gasp, dropping your head down on his shoulder

“Please..” you begged, your voice breaking as you bit down on his inked skin.

“Please what, Engel? Use your words, I know you can do it” he cooed, rubbing the abused area.

He took a hit from the joint, holding the smoke in his mouth. He put out the joint, throwing it in the empty cup holder.

Kaiser pulled you back with your hair, cupping your jaw. He pulled you in, his lips a breath away from yours.

The car smelt like weed. The smoke that he held in his mouth was blown out into your parted lips.

He grinned as you moved your hips again.

You licked his bottom lip, tasting the remains of your cherry lip gloss on his lips.

From when he pulled you onto his lap and crashed his lips on you and sucked your oxygen out your lungs and bit your lip until you bled like a wild animal.

“I wanna ride your tongue.” You mumbled against his lips.

His eyes thinned, letting out a cruel chuckle.

“Tell me, first..”

“Hm?”

“Am I better than that sorry excuse of a man”

His face fell into a serious one. You knew exactly who he was referring to.

“So much better.. In every way possible” mumbling against his lips.

ㅤㅤ˖ㅤㅤ ֗ ㅤㅤ ࣭ ㅤ ⊹ ㅤ⋆ㅤㅤ ۪ㅤ﹢ㅤ ࣪ ㅤ

Tears streaked down your cheeks as your palms pressed firmly against the headrest.

Kaiser lounged in the fully reclined driver's seat, his broad frame at ease against the leather. His large hands rested on your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh with a firm yet deliberate touch.

You moved your hips sensually, the little cold silver ball on his tongue pressing up against your clit. He thrusted his middle and ring finger inside your clenching hole.

Advantage by Daniel Di Angelo played in the background, the music was only background noise because none of the lyrics reached your ears, only the sound of your moans and the sounds of him slurping and drinking you up.

“Kaiser! O-oh fuck..” You rolled your hips onto his tongue wanting more and more, making him chuckle. A harsh slap landed on your ass making you whimper.

“You’re fucking dripping down my hand, Prinzessin.” you stared down at him in a daze. Cheeks flushed red, lips swollen from being kissed too hard, knuckles turning white from the grip on the seat.

He moved his tongue back and forth. The tip of his tongue rolling against your clit and his fingers expertly working on your insides.

The slurping sounds nearly echoed in the car, he ate you out like a starved man. A man who hasn’t been fed in weeks.

He teased your entrance with his tongue.

“Look at you, you’re pussy’s sucking my fingers in and now it’s asking for my tongue” you could hear the grin that was plastered across his face. His voice was a little muffled so you thought you were suffocating him, trying to shift your weight but that only made him grip the back of your thighs harder, pulling you in closer.

“Don’t.” was all he said before your ex’s best friend went back to tonging you down. You let out a small moan, your mouth hanging open.

He had such a dirty fucking mouth and it turned you on more than anything.

You’ve always known Kaiser for being good at everything but who would’ve thought he was just as good with his tongue and fingers as he was with his words.

“Kaiser! Wan’na cum” You pleaded, looking down at his face half covered with your pelvis.

“Cum but don’t whine about being overstimulated when i'm fucking you”

Throwing your head back. You dug your nails into the car seat, finishing all over his mouth and fingers with a muffled scream.

The sadist under you just grinned, sucking up all your juices, fucking his tongue inside your pussy as his finger’s were doing.

Your legs were shaking, thighs pressing either side of his head. He didn’t stop, no. He only went faster, laughing at your reaction.

He wrapped both his hands around your thighs. Lifting you up and placing you on his lap. Sitting up and fixing the seat with him.

“Get in the back seat” he didn’t need to say more, you were already climbing off his lap and into the back seats, your back hitting the car door.

Kaiser followed after. He unbuttoned his jeans, unzipping and palming his raging erection through his black boxers.

On instinct you spread your legs open. Taking your jacket off, your shirt and skirt soon followed. You ran your fingers through Kaiser's hair, down his neck and pulling his bomber jacket off. Tugging at his shirt for him to remove that as well.

His hand traced down your stomach, around your waist, tracing up your spine and unclasping your bra single handedly. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against yours, nibbling your bottom lip, his lips were soft like silk and sweet like cherries.

You squirmed under his body, trying to shimmy out of your panties but he grabbed your wrist before you could.

“They stay on.” he kissed his teeth, the moonlight hit his side, defining the curves and ridges of his well crafted face.

He pulled on the damp part of your thong, watching it snap against your clit

You whined out, arching your back. He smirked at your reaction, doing it a few more times

“So sensitive for me”

Your legs already felt like jelly due to your recent orgasm that you rode out on Kaiser's face.

“How badly do you want it?” The asshole in front Of you hummed, latching himself onto your neck, leaving even more dark hickies and bite marks.

You whimpered, pulling at his silky strands.

“Kaiser, i fucking hate you, i want it so bad, you’re so much better than my other man, please, please make me feel good” You rambled on not even noticing he had pulled his leaking cock out his boxers and lined it up against your entrance.

Before you could even utter another word, his entire length was inside of you in one quick thrust.

He groaned, saying something about how tight you were.

Your pupils rolled to the back of your head, tugging at the blonde hair on his scalp. He hissed probably due to pain but never told you to stop.

The sound of skin slapping echoed in the car, the car violently shook at his animalistic pace.

His small groans and your loud screams added to the mix of both his and your bodies stuck onto each other.

Kaiser’s hand massaged your soft body, from your thighs, hips to your waist. His eyes bloodshots and pupils dilated like he’s under a hex.

“So fucking tight for me, engel even after all that tongue fucking” he wrapped both his hands around your waist, digging his thumbs into your stomach which had you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and dig your heels into his lower back.

“You might end up pregnant if you do that shit” he smirked, nibbling on your jaw making you roll your eyes.

“Oh please, i'm on birth control”

“So, can I cum inside?”

You bit the sides of your cheek, looking up at him, it was hard to see his face as it got darker but you knew he was looking back.

A small nod and a hum of agreement was all he needed before he pulled back and thrusted into you with no remorse, kaiser’s pelvis flush against your skin. His pace was rough and fast with long thrusts.

The sound of his cock fucking you silly filled the idle but shaking car. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, while you cried out for him.

“Mihya!! Fuck! Fuck! More, please” you begged for him as if he wasn’t already inside of you.

“Do you hear that, baby?” he referred to the sound your soaking pussy was making as it swallowed his cock.

“So wet f’me.. Imagine if your ex saw you like this. Taking every inch of his best friend’s cock. He’d freak.”

He laughed like a menace, biting down on your collar bone. Your throat going dry from crying out and screaming Michael's name. It’s like all the water from your body was emptied out, you felt thirsty but not for water.

Kaiser’s forehead glistened with sweat, his hands moved from your waist to your plump thighs, pushing them up to your chest, practically folding you in half.

Your pussy throbbed around his length.

“Doing so fuckin’ good for me, engel. You take it like such a good girl”

He cooed, his voice raspy, you gripped the sides of the car seat, leaning up to sloppily kiss him.

“Kaiser! D-don’t stop-p” the words coming out broken, like a sob. Tears rolled down your face as he thrusted inside you at an animalistic pace.

He put your legs on his shoulders, before moving down to take your nipples in his mouth and the other in his large hands. Rolling the tight bud between his fingers and the other has his teeth around it.

“You’re a slut for my cock, baby. Look at how your going cross eyed and your tongue is hanging out.”

“Makes me wanna ruin you, rearrange your inside, do everything no other man could do.”

He growled against your skin. His words made your pussy spasm, tightening around his cock.

“Kais- kai ‘m close.. So cl-close” throwing your arms around his neck, your nails scratching down his back.

He hissed, biting down on the nipple until a metallic taste exploded in his mouth. You whimpered, but he couldn’t care less. He left hickies down your chest.

“He could never fuck you like this, look at how you suck my cock inside, you’re fucking swallowing it whole, you dirty slut. I'm gonna cum so deep inside you.”

He groaned, his voice coming out muffled as he buried it in your neck.

“Cum for me, engel”

Kissing your neck, you cried out, tightening your grip around his neck, your pussy choked his cock which was all he needed to empty his load inside of you. A mere two or three thrusts had you painting his cock white.

A cruel smirk grew on his lip. He pressed his hand down on your stomach.

“Can you feel my cum inside you, y/n” kissing the side of your lips, you let out a shaky breath, coming down from your high. Legs shaking as they dropped from his shoulders.

“You’ve gone silent.” he mumbled, his large body collapsing on top of you, making you groan.

“I'm recovering from the shock of how good your dick is” your voice coming out slightly hoarse. “Jesus, how bad was your man in bed?” he laughed, genuinely laughed at what you said.

“Fucking horrible. I had to get off by myself every time. He would cum in 2 minutes and fall asleep. And he had a small dick”

“Figures, i'm not surprised, he had a woman like you and fumbled so hard, he couldn’t recover from this even 4 generations down the line.”

You giggled at how serious kaiser sounded, his head rested on your chest, his cock gone soft now but it was still inside you. As if to stop his cum from leaking out.

Wrapping both your arms around his neck, running a soft hand through his hair.

“You’re sweaty”

“So are you, mihya” he smiled against your skin. Kissing your chest. The car fell silent and you swore the only thing that could be heard was your heartbeat.

“I can hear it.”

“Hear what?” you mumbled, eyes feeling heavy

“Your heartbeat, it's fast”

“Thank god, i might’ve been dead without it”

“pfft- really? That’s crazy”

Once again it was silent. But it wasn’t awkward. It felt… intimate.. More intimate than the sex. The way your fingers soothingly ran through his blond hair, his head resting on top of you, relaxing to the rhythm of your heartbeat.

“Hey, mihya..”

“Hmm?”

“Happy new years”

It's like a spell was broken, kaiser got up, looking at you confused. Get sat up on his knees, between your thighs. Reaching over to the glove box and grabbing his phone to see the date and time.

00:10 (12:10A.M) Jan 1st, 2025

“Fuck, how’d i not know today was new years eve”

“What the fuck” you deadpanned

“How can you not know the date”

He looked down at you, leaning in to kiss you, gently. Which caught you off guard but you kissed back, he licked your bottom lip, his piercing running along your skin. You trembled as he moved back.

“Happy new years, mein schatz”

“What’s with all these nicknames, huh?”

“Someone as perfect as you needs all of them, not only one” laughing under your breath, you glanced up at him. The moment soon died when he pulled out of you, his cum dripped out your pussy which had you gasping at the loss of warmth.

“Fucking hell- kaiser!”

“‘M sorry, engel, i had to pull out eventually”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Running 2 fingers along your folds, he shoved some of his cum back inside. Your eyes narrowed on him, only for him to laugh it off.

“Take me back to your place”

Kaiser leaned in, smirking against your ear.

“So we can go for round 3?”

“NO, You animal!”

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i2rizz · 4 months ago

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Fast and Furious! Pt.2

Fandom: Blue lock | masterlist

Characters: street racer!Kaiser x reader

I noticed yall liked the street racer au soo i made more content for it:>

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The streets were alive with the electric hum of engines, headlights piercing through the thick night air. Neon lights glowed faintly in the distance, reflecting off rows of sleek, modified cars lined up like gladiators waiting for battle. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation, punctuated by the occasional roar of a revving engine.

You leaned against a cobalt-blue Porsche, its glossy paint reflecting the crowd’s energy. The car’s owner, Michael Kaiser, was perched in the driver’s seat, adjusting his gloves with a level of nonchalance that only he could pull off.

“You ready for this?” you asked, stepping closer.

He glanced up, a smug grin playing on his lips. “When am I not?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. That confidence—borderline arrogance—was part of what made Kaiser so irresistible.

“Just don’t get too cocky,” you teased, leaning through the open window to ruffle his perfectly styled blonde hair.

“Please,” he scoffed, gently swatting your hand away. “This guy doesn’t stand a chance. But I’ll make it interesting for the crowd.”

The “guy” in question was a cocky up-and-comer with a custom black Dodge Charger who had challenged Kaiser earlier that week. The prize? Bragging rights and a hefty wad of cash.

“Five minutes!” someone called, the crowd beginning to gather at the starting line.

Kaiser opened the door and stepped out, his tall frame commanding attention. He sauntered over to you, casually draping an arm around your shoulders. “Stay close,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “Wouldn’t want you to miss the show~”

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Engines roared as the racers lined up, their cars growling like beasts ready to pounce. You stood at the sidelines, your heart pounding in sync with the vibrations beneath your feet.

Kaiser’s Porsche was a thing of beauty, its custom mods practically glowing under the streetlights. He threw you a wink from the driver’s seat, his confidence palpable even from a distance.

The starter—a woman in a leather jacket with a checkered flag—raised her hand, the signal for silence. The world seemed to hold its breath as the racers revved their engines one last time.

“Three… two… one… GO!”

The flag dropped, and the cars shot forward, tires screeching against the pavement. The crowd erupted in cheers as the racers tore down the street, their taillights streaking like comets.

Kaiser was a maestro behind the wheel, his movements fluid and calculated. He drifted around corners with surgical precision, leaving his opponent scrambling to keep up.

“Is that all you’ve got?” he muttered to himself, glancing in the rearview mirror.

The Charger was gaining on him, its roaring engine a testament to raw power. But Kaiser wasn’t fazed. With a flick of his wrist, he shifted gears, the Porsche surging forward with a burst of speed.

The course wound through the city, weaving between towering skyscrapers and narrow alleyways. You watched anxiously from the sidelines, your hands clenched into fists as Kaiser executed each maneuver with maddening ease.

“He’s gonna win,” someone said behind you, their voice tinged with awe.

“Of course he is,” you muttered, a proud smile tugging at your lips.

Just as the finish line came into view, a distant wail cut through the night—a sound that made your stomach drop.

Police sirens.

The crowd scattered like leaves in the wind, the once-buzzing street now a flurry of panic and motion.

“Cops!” someone shouted, confirming your worst fear.

Kaiser was already in action, his Porsche swerving sharply as he abandoned the race and headed for an alternate route. You barely had time to react before he pulled up beside you, the passenger door swinging open.

“Get in!” he barked.

Without hesitation, you dove into the car, the door slamming shut behind you. The Porsche roared to life once more, tearing down the street as red and blue lights lit up the night.

Kaiser’s hands gripped the wheel tightly, his usual smugness replaced by a laser-sharp focus. You held onto the seat, your heart pounding as the Porsche sped through the city at breakneck speed.

“Are you seriously smiling right now?” you shouted, glancing at him in disbelief.

“Admit it, this is thrilling!” he replied, his grin unmistakable despite the chaos.

“You’re insane!”

“Only a little,” he quipped, cutting through an alleyway so narrow you swore the mirrors would scrape the walls.

The police weren’t far behind, their sirens growing louder with each passing second. But Kaiser was relentless, weaving through traffic and taking turns so sharp they left your stomach in knots.

Finally, he pulled into an underground parking garage, the sudden silence almost deafening. He killed the engine and motioned for you to follow him out of the car.

“Quick,” he whispered, leading you through a side door that opened into yet another alley.

The two of you emerged into the cool night air, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as you listened for any sign of pursuit. When none came, you turned to him, your anger finally bubbling to the surface.

“What the hell were you thinking?” you hissed, shoving him lightly.

He caught your wrists, his grip firm but gentle. “Relax, liebe.(love) We’re fine.”

“Fine? We were almost arrested!”

“But we weren’t,” he said, his smirk returning. “Because I’m just that good.”

You wanted to stay mad, but the sheer audacity of his words—and the way he was looking at you, like you were the only person in the world—made it impossible.

“Next time,” you said, trying to sound stern, “give me a heads-up before dragging me into a police chase.”

“Noted,” he replied, pulling you closer. “But admit it, you had fun.”

You rolled your eyes, but a small laugh escaped you. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” he said, his voice softer now.

You didn’t reply, instead letting him wrap his arms around you as the adrenaline began to fade. The night had been chaotic, dangerous, and utterly unforgettable—just like Kaiser himself.

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I love him (i say this to every fictional man i see)

#blue lock x y/n #blue lock #bllk x y/n #bllk #bllk kaiser #blue lock kaiser #bllk michael kaiser #kaiser x reader #I LOVE MICHAEL KAISER #anime and manga #anime #manga #x reader #x y/n

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n4giluv · 2 years ago

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street racer

synopsis head full, thinking about street racer!kaiser

notes first post on this acc, hi ♡. no specific warnings, can be slightly suggestive tho !! it’s just u and kaiser smooching 🤭 just street racer kaiser bc i’ve been having brain rot <3 <3 <3

street racer!kaiser who first lays his eyes on you when he’s preparing for a race. your beauty distracts him until his car prep team snap him out of his trance.

street racer!kaiser who confidently walks up to you with a cocky smirk a few minutes before the race starts, asking if you’d like to make a bet with him. the bet in question being that if he wins he’ll get your contact information.

street racer!kaiser who wins and his eyes immediately scan the crowd to meet yours, his cocky smirk reappearing on his face knowing that he now will have your number.

street racer!kaiser who messages you “let’s play 21 questions” and then immediately asks you about your love life. then spam messages you when you ignore him.

street racer!kaiser who you become so close with, who always has your back, who always treats you like royalty, who always makes you sit on the passenger seat whenever he races… he’s happy if you’re happy.

street racer!kaiser who gets teased by his friends whenever you get mentioned, who always gets laughed at for his big small puppy crush on you.

street racer!kaiser who one night gets drunk and the only thing on his mind is you. you. you. he has to see you. he wants no one else but you.

street racer!kaiser whose engine sounds so familiar that you basically know it’s his car that pulls up to your house.

street racer!kaiser who rings your doorbell and knocks on your door repeatedly until you open it, and the first thing he blurts out is “i love you.”

street racer!kaiser who doesn’t even wait for your response, immediately throwing his entire body in your arms and resting his body weight on you, his strong arms wrapping around your body.

street racer!kaiser who begs you to just let him be like this for a moment even if you don’t feel the same way, and yet, he gets cut off by you calling him an idiot.

street racer!kaiser who feels his heart leap out of his chest when you tell him that you love him too. he basically sobers up.

street racer!kaiser who takes you on multiple dates, usually to fancy places, and immediately tells you “don’t worry your pretty little head about it” when it came to the costs of things.

street racer!kaiser who loves to drive you to abandoned areas and just make out with you there, guiding your body to his lap on the driver’s seat as he pushes his seat back so you guys feel more comfortable and have more space.

street racer!kaiser who buys you pretty clothes that you wear to his races.

street racer!kaiser who always kisses you in front of the huge crowd cheering for him whenever he wins a race.

street racer!kaiser who always calls you pet names in german, ranging from “meine liebe” (my love) to “mein liebling” (my darling).

just … street racer!kaiser being an absolute sweetheart <3

#mims delusions 𖦹 #blue lock #blue lock hcs #blue lock headcanons #blue lock imagines #bllk #bllk hcs #bllk headcanons #bllk imagines #michael kaiser #michael kaiser hcs #michael kaiser imagines #michael kaiser headcanons #kaiser x reader #bllk kaiser #blue lock kaiser #kaiser hcs #kaiser headcanons #kaiser imagines

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s-seishiro · 2 years ago

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࿐STREET RACER AU! shidou ryusei

summary: pretty explanatory. just some ideas inspired by that one oikawa street racer fanfic and @asxte.ria on tiktok

— headcannons+

— no warnings!

Shidou is FAMOUS in underground street races. Everybody knows his name, everybody knows his game and everybody knows to stay out of his lane.

He drives a modified Toyota Supra. The body paint of the car being a magenta-ish pink. It’s decorated in decals and other miscellaneous stickers.

Everyone knows he arrived based on the sound of his 2JZ-GTE engine.

Most of the racers tend to stay clear of Shidou because of his anger issues and eagerness to throw hands with anything or anyone who inconveniences him.

He is a brash driver. He doesn’t really care if he has to play dirty to win—as long as he’s number one.

Shidou just loves living life on edge. Wether it’s speeding through the city in a high speed chase, or riding dangerously fast just to feel the wind in his hair. All of it is for the thrills.

This carefree, idgaf attitude of his has landed him in the underworld hall of fame. Causing him to be one of the most sought after racer in all the competitions. Everyone is itching to see who will be the one to dethrone the king.

He is VERY competitive. He LOVES the adrenaline he gets during and after a race. But because of this rush he tends to get pretty violent and angry at times. It during those moments when people fear him and know to stay clear of his path.

Surprisingly, Shidou is VERY popular with the spectators. Many people enjoy betting on him to see him trash his opponents—or vice versa. And of course there are those who think he is extremely attractive. Women would often flock over to him to compliment him, hoping for at least one chance. And he doesn’t really mind the attention.

He NEVER lets anyone else handle his car. He doesn’t trust the street. If it’s not him fixing his car then nobody is.

Okay so let’s be real, he has tattoos. I’m thinking a dragon tattoo that’s kinda in the same position as Kaiser’s rose tattoo. And for some reason he’d probably have those Japanese back tattoo of the tiger and the dragon.

Is known for his odd relationship with the Itoshi brothers.

Everyone in the underground community even public community knows of Shidou and Rin’s rivalry. The first time the met was at a underground race—one that Rin accidentally stumbled upon. And Shidou, of course wanted to prove that he was better than the “official” racers. This whole ordeal was trending on Twitter and every time they have a rematch, the event is sold out.

Itoshi Sae was more interested in Shidou’s speed—and at one point you can see that Shidou’s was on a official team. But he quit because he had tons of restrictions placed on him to “save face.”

“If it isn’t baby eyelashes? I see you switched out your car for something a bit more modest!” Shidou pulled up beside Rin’s car, smirking once he saw the clear disdain on his face. The two of them just happened to be stopped by a red light on the same intersection. And Shidou, despite Rin not using his official race car, STILL spotted him.

Rin didn’t even need to glance in Shidou’s direction to know it was him. His brightly colored car instantly gave him away. “When will you ever stop being an public eyesore?”

“Your life is an eyesore.” Rin gave Shidou the deadliest side eye known to mankind, twitching in annoyance at his words. Shidou however was having the time of his life! Bothering the little Itoshi brother was his favorite pastime.

“Shut up, you antenna ass freak.” Rin spat, winding his windows up to block anything else Shidou had to say. It was still early in the morning and he was already getting pissed off.

“Hey hey hey language! Does your brother know you talk like that? Oh wait! You two aren’t on speaking terms are you?”

“You—”

Before Rin could get a word in Shidou zoomed off, leaving a trail of skid marks and exhaust. Shidou finally got the perfect reaction out of Rin, and so there was no reason to wait at the red light anymore.

Once again he had successfully left Rin without the last word. And he knew Rin wouldn’t dare run the red to catch up to him. He had a professional career to worry about—a restriction Shidou was glad to not have over him.

Now if Shidou has a lover…things get a bit interesting.

I can just see him always inviting you to watch his races. And most of the times you can’t attend because it’s late at night and the two of you are still college students.

But there are special instances where you watch his races—and it’s then he makes sure to show out.

After you get used to the run down of how things go—he drags you into the race into the passenger seat. Leaving you with no wanting except:

“Buckle up angel~!”

He loves hearing your screams of fear and excitement as he drives dangerously fast. He would tease and laugh at the way you clutch onto the seat for dear life.

#bllk #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock fanfic #itoshi sae #shidou x you #shidou x reader #shidou ryusei #shidou ryuusei x reader #bllk shidou #blue lock shidou #࿐seifiction

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verxsyon · 2 years ago

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·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖 (𝐈𝐈) ❞

with your auto workshop at risk of closing down, your best friend offers to introduce you to people who are definitely in need of your high quality services: underground street racers of blue lock, whose obsessions are winning the races. however, your arrival at the track makes them think otherwise.

✧ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. yukimiya kenyu, otoya eita, karasu tabito, shidou ryusei, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, oliver aiku, alexis ness, & michael kaiser x gn!reader

✧ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭. headcanon (written) ; 1.1k

✧ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. e2l au, f2l au, street racer au ; fluff

✧ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. allusions to violence (shidou & rin)

✧ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚. here’s the second part containing characters who are more egoistic than the last batch… nah, that’s debatable lol. did i actually spend the entire day working on this? yes, i was a roll; love it here. anyways, my other fave, yukki, is here! i didn’t mention it last time: this au was originally written for another fandom years ago, moved to genshin but that didn’t happen, and then here! egoistic soccer boys as street racers? yes, please.

[ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖 (𝐈) ]

𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐮. the model. he’s a member of the neo egoists and is ranked fifth of the top six racers in blue lock. his charm is the focal point of his character, driving the audience nuts. curious by nature, he wonders what important qualities you possess other than being “kira ryosuke’s date”. he also wonders how you managed to get the likes of barou, who treats everyone like trash, and nagi, who thinks of only going home, wrapped around your finger. seeing you teach nagi about car anatomy gives him the chance to introduce himself. he thinks there’s something special about you, which he intends to find out, but a teammate of his believes so otherwise.

𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐚. the ninja. he’s a member of the neo egoists and is ranked fourth of the top six racers in blue lock. he claims to be not like his fellow racers and teammates and prefers to operate in the shadows. unlike them, he doesn’t see you as an angel who was sent by god in the form of a mechanic to fix their cars. he fails to see why they’re smitten by you, therefore not interested in interacting with you at all. that turns out to be a lie when yukki gives you a tour of the turf of the neo egoists. it’ll be rude not to make you feel welcome, so he wants to give you a chance. a crow-themed racer laughs at him for fooling himself that he doesn’t find you attractive one bit.

𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐨. the assassin. he’s a member of the neo egoists and is ranked third of the top six racers in blue lock. all about good vibes and having a good time, he doesn’t want his team to act “mediocre” around you. most newcomers are notorious for never setting foot in this place again. he’s so relieved to hear that you came at your own volition thanks to ryosuke’s persuasion, and everyone you’ve met is nice to you… sans certain others, so he doesn’t need to worry about making an impromptu spiel of why blue lock, aka his team dare you add, is great. if you think he’s too friendly for your taste, let’s see if the next guy who’s stalking you right now takes the top of your list.

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢. the joker. he’s ranked second of the top six racers in blue lock. unrestrained both in words and action, he goes about his day and does everything as he pleases. judging by how karasu and the rest of the neo egoists are quick to stand either by or in front of you, he’s bad news. the altercation got team z’s attention, especially kunigami who he has massive beef with. you being “ryosuke’s date” doesn’t phase him, nor your best friend going for his head for being near you. ever since the older itoshi brother joined forces with u20 and chose him to be at this side, he’s been “behaving”. the younger itoshi brother isn’t amused, as if he didn’t break his nose last race .

𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐢𝐧. the puppeteer. he’s the unofficial leader of the neo egoists and is ranked first of the top six racers in blue lock. the youngest of the itoshi brothers, has a score to settle with his older brother, sae, who’s participating in the upcoming race as a member of u20 along with his personal choice shidou. it’s already bad enough for racers to use physical violence to settle arguments, but it’s even worse for him to be involved in another fight with shidou, especially before a race that determines his fate and prove to sae that he’s the best of the best. he doesn’t spare a glance at you or ask if you’re alright, as sae walks into the neo egoists’ garage to check out the commotion.

𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐞. the prodigy. he’s one of the new generation world 11, the best eleven racers in the streets and a member of royale. as he’ll be the only one representing his team in the upcoming race, he joined forces with u20 since they’re short by two members and personally chose shidou to fill in the other spot. even if it’s not obvious at face value, everyone can tell there’s bad blood between the brothers by the intense atmosphere created from their staring contest. sighing, he breaks contact first to search where you are, then looks at rin to scoff at his lack of concern for you when shidou approaches you. in the distance, claps are heard from a man with “u20” on his jacket.

𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐮. the player. he’s the captain of u20, the name of the team you’ve heard from literally everyone who won’t shut up about them for the past several hours. he’s highly respected among his team for his patience; dealing with sae and shidou, the most difficult people to work with on earth, is like a drive around the neighborhood. he intrudes with a reminder that the streets don’t approve of violence and that they’re going to race soon. in addition, a blue lock racer by the name of kira ryosuke has a special guest and they should be on their best behavior. yet he’s a hypocrite, flirting with you in front of his current date and promising you an autograph when he wins.

𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. the magician. he’s the mechanic of bastard münchen. he understands your position as the center of attention, claiming to be just like you — having a partner for an adrenaline junkie and being the “fixer” to clean up your mess. he invites you to see his partner’s car at the special garage as he’s on his way their to fix its engine, to which you happily accept as there’s finally someone with the same job who you can geek about car anatomy and share techniques. the way he repairs the engine is like clockwork, fluid and in tempo. he really is on a different level. you hear a chuckle behind you, asking if you’re fascinated by his work.

𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫. the thorn. he’s one of the new generation world 11, the best eleven racers in the streets and one of the major forces of bastard münchen. he puts in so much faith and trust in his partner, ness, the “fixer” of his messes. also known as “blue rose” in his turf, he’s shrouded in mystery and seems like the type who can turn the impossible to infinite possibilities. but in reality, he’s a pain in the ass. within minutes of your encounter, he keeps bragging about his abilities and declaring that his victory will lead to the disbandment of blue lock, so they won’t get in his way of his career. the race’s up, and you’re hoping that a blue lock racer wins to shut his mouth.

✧ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬. if your url is in bold, that means i can’t tag you!

@2018-01-20 ; @astranne ; @kamiiyaka ; @keqism ; @lilikags ; @thetruepair ; @wanderersbell ; @venexus

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mcdonaldsnumberone · 2 years ago

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(RPM) MAX AND ZERO.

WELCOME TO SIN CITY. WELCOME TO THE WILD AND FREE. WELCOME TO THE RACES.

“[He] drives mainly on intuition… They could never grasp how he was faster there. That’s because what makes [him] so good is mainly unconscious.” -Scott Mitchell

DROPPING OCTOBER 29TH 2022.

INTRODUCTION!

Why else would you be swinging a leg over a fence to enter an abandoned factory? They said that once you had a taste of street racing, you could never look back. But what if you were willingly entering the maw of the beast, instead of being dragged back by the high?

STREET RACER! KAISER

You spluttered, “Wh-What are you-”

“-Shhhh,” Kaiser interrupted. Tilting his prideful head back to make sure everyone’s attention was fixed on the two of you, he glanced back at you. The smirk on his pink lips never left his face, and his voice came in almost sweet, dulcet tones. “These guys like it when I put on a show. I’m an emperor of my people, you see. I’m surprised you even managed to step foot into my kingdom when it’s obvious you know nothing.”

PIT TEAM! NESS

The most dangerous man is not someone who boasts of his pride or his feats, but rather, the one who knows when to listen and to keep his mouth shut. Ness is the perfect epitome of that poison, and he is the singular reason you keep finding yourself glued to the racing streets night after night.

CORRUPT COP! GESNER

He finds you admirable, for lack of a better word, and while he’s more than aware of the fact that he’s dragging you away from where you need to be, you’re also the same as him in that you don’t mind letting him taint you with his sins.

GAMBLER SHARK! GRIM

The cycle starts and ends over and over, and you wonder if the hands that tore everything away from you mimic the same hands that did the same to him. And only then does it break your heart to think about pushing him away, the rough touches morphing into something that imitates the smooth, roundness of yearning humanity.

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #michael kaiser #alexis ness #erik gesner #benedict grim #x reader #my writing #(RPM) MAX AND ZERO.

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anglbunny · 5 days ago

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ᝰ.ᐟstreet racer!Kaiser headcanons

Racer kaiser hcs. Explicit content, Mdni. Drugs.

"'𝐶𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑛'𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢" - 𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑦 𝐷𝑜𝑗𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑡

ᯓ★ᯓ⚡︎

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟ who doesn’t race for money—he races for the high, thrill, and ego boost of crushing his competition.

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟwhose car is sleek, expensive, and custom-made, probably European, something that turns heads as soon as he pulls up. His 2 main cars would be a glossy white with gold accents and a matte black car with metallic blue accents.

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟ If he ever gets pulled over, he knows how to talk his way out—or how to disappear before they even get close.

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟHas an unshakable confidence—even when he’s behind, he’ll smirk and say, “Don’t worry, I’ll still win.”

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟ "Off-limits" rules don’t apply to him. If someone tells him not to go after you? He’ll smirk and say, “Try and stop me.”

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟTrash talks mid-race through a comm system or just by rolling his window down and throwing a smirk at his opponent.

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟwill flirt even while racing—if you’re in the passenger seat, expect him to glance over and smirk: “You nervous, Schatz? don't be, when you're riding with me, you're riding with the king of these roads.”

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟAfter a win, he’s still buzzing with adrenaline, hot to the touch, and he’ll grab you by the waist, pressing you against his car. His hands roaming your ass, not caring who sees, while he feasts on your lips, barely letting you keep up with him.

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟThe way he grips the steering wheel? Imagine that grip on your thighs instead. well it's there, every. Single. Time. Bonus points if he squeezes when shifting gears. he'll slide his hand higher thinking you won't notice, oh but you do. similar to how he can see you trying to keep your composure and failing.

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟalways has something on his fingers. some sort of rings or whatever it may be. so when you're riding with him and he's feeling reckless, he'll move your panties to the side, slipping 2 or 3 digits inside. He has long, thick fingers, so imagine the shit-eating smirk on his face when you're gripping his wrist with both hands, almost bent over his hand, trembling, begging him to slow down all while he milks another orgasm out of you. His rings prod and push at your entrance. Just for his own entertainment, he might just push his fingers deep enough to have you go silent, mouth gaping, while your pussy clenches around the various metal pieces on his fingers.

"oh c'mon, you can take it. give me another one, alright? if you do, i'll let you drive my car... but you have to sit on my lap."

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟIf you’re mad at him? He’ll smirk and say, “Fine, punish me. But make it fun, Liebe.” and it ends up with you at his penthouse, legs spread open, tugging on his long strands while he licks up and down your pussy, devouring it whole.

"such a pretty fucking, pussy. God, you taste so.. so good, mm'"

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟHas definitely pulled you onto his lap in the driver’s seat after a win just to hear you say he’s the best. His windows have a very dark tint on them, so no one on the outside can see what's happening on the inside. He'll slip a hand under your skirt, kneading your ass. he won't let you go until you tell him he's the best.

"just say it, baby. tell me i'm the best. Don't go silent on me, i have other ways to make you speak... or more like scream"

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟ If you ever tease him about losing a race, he’ll push you against the hood of his car, gripping your jaw and pulling you in dangerously close, telling you to shut your mouth and if you persist. well... let's just say it's gonna be a long night and you won't be cumming for most of it.

"what? All bark no bite, yea? thought I was a loser? You gonna let this loser rearrange your guts and cum inside of you? huh? speak up, what happened to that cocky attitude from earlier?"

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟHis idea of a good time? A midnight race, an empty road, you in the passenger seat wearing his jacket while his cum leaks out of you, ruining your panties.

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟ Doesn't often do drugs, but if he's burning to feel something, he'll either call you over to his place or to the club he's sitting at. he'll pull you onto his lap and push the top half of your body back just enough to decorate your skin with a few white lines, snorting them off your body. BUT when you guys are alone, he'll rip a line off your ass.

"...mm, fuckk, that was good. you alright, Liebe? i know you're needy, just one more, alright? and then we'll fuck."

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟ won't force you to do drugs, ever but if you ever willingly want to try. If you choose to take a pill, he'll stay by your side, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in, so you can fall limp on top of his warm body. BUT if you choose to do a line, he would definitely be entertained by your behavior, especially if it's your first time. Letting you run wild through his penthouse, munch on the food in his fridge, and touch him up. He loves seeing you act all bold and overconfident. he says it's hot. He won't ever do drugs when you do them because he worries about your safety but that doesn't mean he won't fuck you good. Sex, when you're intoxicated, feels twice as good, especially with a dick as big as Kaiser's.

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟIs not sloppy—he knows his limits. If anyone messes with his supply, he’ll find out, and they won’t like what happens next. and if someone tries to scam him, they disappear. He’ll show up at their garage, leaning against his car with that deadly smirk, saying, “You must be real tired of breathing, huh?”

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟ If someone flirts with you in front of him, he’ll spin his keys around his finger and smirk before saying, “Let’s race for her. Oh, wait—she’s already mine.”

but no matter what type of person street racer!Kaiser is, you'll always be his top priority.

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ur street racer kaiser kinda brain rotted me a little too much today to the point where every time i saw blue cars on the street and kept thinking “kaiser……………..”

so . i have to know. what car does he drive

as much as i wanted to give him a flashy, luxury sports car...

he def owns an automatic 2015 mustang gt, with a spoiler, with modded exhaust pipes so the car is EXTRA loud. and he gets those fancy color shifting wraps so that his car shifts from blue/midnight blue to black

(male manipulator car core 😭)

#i actually don't know much abt most cars #just cars i'm interested in LOL #[ 💾 ] nishi’s mail.file

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The best gaming chairs in 2021

The best gaming chair is the perfect finishing touch to a modern PC gaming setup. It really will bring your whole desktop together and make it look supremely suave. Yet these gaming thrones are good for more than style points, the top gaming chairs will also give your weary back an ample place to rest. This also explains why they can be so costly—keeping you in one piece isn't a cheap endeavour. If you've spent thousands of dollars on an extreme gaming PC build, it's only fair to give your gaming chair just as much attention.

If you're simply looking for everyday comfort, the best gaming seats may seem over the top. With wannabe-racer bucket seats, and gaming chairs covered in satanic runes running rampant, we've made sure to include a few sleek office-style chairs in here too. Whichever route you go down, keep your posture in mind. Posture may be the last thing you think about when embarking on a ten-hour raid, but we implore you: Don't disregard ergonomics.

We've tested tens of ergonomic gaming chair from today's most well-known companies to find luxurious and affordable places to park your rear. Check those out below. And if the chairs are a bit rich for your butt, then our cheap gaming chair roundup may be more up your street.

The Secretlab Titan Evo 2022 is everything we've been looking for in a gaming chair. That's why it's rightfully taken the top spot in our best gaming chair guide from the previous incumbent, the Secretlab Titan. It was an easy decision to make, though. The Secretlab Titan Evo 2022 does everything the Titan, and Omega below, can, except better.

User-friendly ergonomics make the Titan Evo 2022 a great fit for long nights gaming or eight hours tapping away for work, and that comes down to its superb built-in back support. It's highly adjustable, which means you can nail down a great fit with ease. There's also something to be said for the 4D armrests, comfortable seat rest, and magnetic head cushion.

You read that right, a magnetic head cushion. A simple solution to fiddly straps, the Titan Evo 2022 does away with all that with a couple of powerful magnets.

Secretlab also reckons its new Neo Hybrid Leatherette material is more durable than ever, though there's still the option for the Softweave fabric we've raved about in the past.

The chair is available in three sizes: S, R, and XL.

As a complete package, then, the Secretlab Titan Evo 2022 is the archetype of a great gaming chair. It is a little pricier than its predecessors, but we think it's worth the price tag. And anyways, that higher price tag is why we still recommend the Omega below for a cheaper option while stock lasts.

The Secretlab Omega is one of the most finely constructed chairs we've tested, and although it has largely been replaced by the Titan Evo 2022 above nowadays, the higher price tag of that chair might see the Omega remain a popular option for those looking to save a little cash.

From the casters to the base, the lift mechanism, armrests, and seat back, Secretlab has used some of the best materials available. The Omega was upgraded with Secretlab's 2020 series of improvements, which includes premium metal in the armrest mechanism, making it silky smooth to adjust and even more durable, and adding the company's ridiculously durable PU Leather 2.0.

The chair features a high-quality, cold-cured foam to provide support. It feels a little firm at first but gets more comfortable after extended use. The Omega stands out from the crowd with its velour memory foam lumbar and head pillows. These are so comfortable that we could smoothly fully recline the chair and take a nap if we wanted to. Though that's not a great look in the office... If you're looking to treat your body with a chair that will genuinely last, the Secretlab Omega is worth every penny.

Perhaps you've heard of the Herman Miller Embody. It occupied a top position in our best office chair roundup for a long time, but that has come to an end. Not for lack of comfort or acclaim, simply because the famed chair manufacturer has partnered up with Logitech to create something tailor-made to our gaming rumps.

Admittedly, the Logitech G x Herman Miller Embody doesn't differ much from its commercial cousin. That's hardly a mark against it, however. The Embody's cascading back support design and absurdly high quality make a welcome return but now comes with a few more flourishes to win over gamers. Specifically, extra cooling material designed to support a more active gaming position.

It's not so much the changes that make the Embody stand out as one of the best gaming chair with footrest going. It's what's been kept the same. The tried and tested Embody design is simply one of the best chairs for office work or gaming. It's incredibly comfortable over prolonged use, supports an active and healthy posture, and is easily fitted to your frame.

The warranty, too, is a standout feature. At 12 years, including labor, and rated to 24-hour use over that time, it's a chair that is guaranteed to last you over a decade, if not longer. So while the initial price tag may seem steep, and that it is, the reality is you're certain to get your money's worth in the long run. And your back will be thankful for it, too.

If you're the sort of person who prioritizes functionality over flash, the NeueChair is an excellent option. This isn't to say it's not stylish—quite the opposite; the NeueChair comes in a sleek, muted obsidian or flashy chrome/silver, both with bold, sweet curved supports on the back and an attractive black mesh. But, more importantly, the NeueChair is built to last, with a heavy, sturdy industrial construction. Even the chair's weight in the packaging indicates a solid piece of carefully constructed industrial art: it's heavy and substantial.

Assembling it is a breeze, as it comes in two discrete pieces and is simply a matter of inserting the casters and then pushing the two parts together. Almost every aspect of the seat is adjustable, from the armrests to the lumbar support system that lets you change the height depth of the backrest. It's one of the best office chairs I've ever had the pleasure to sit in, and if you can afford the admittedly steep price tag, well worth the investment.

If you're a big and tall gamer, you might have noticed that there aren't many racing gaming chair that can support your unique build. Whether it's a lower weight capacity or too short, or even feels like it'll break as soon as you sit in it, finding a chair for you might seem nearly impossible.

The AndaSeat Kaiser 2 screams large and in charge, supporting gamers up to 397lbs and 7ft tall. The Kaiser 2 is built on a solid steel frame with oversized bars to provide support.

Covered in premium PVC leather and extra thick memory foam cushioning, the Kaiser 2 manages to look more like a gaming chair for grownups. Available in black and a lovely maroon, no more will have to stuff yourself into a tiny gaming chair hope for the best. The Kaiser 2 manages to do both the function, comfort, and style you want in your premium gaming chair.

When buying a gaming chair, it's easy to forget your health. After all, most are advertised as luxurious, cushioned thrones that soothe your every ache as you smash the crap out of your foes in Apex Legends. But that isn't true, and for some, it's important to pick a chair that takes back support seriously. With some of the team have used it daily for almost a year, we can thoroughly recommend the Noblechairs Hero in uPVC leather. While not the most exciting of chairs, or the sportiest, it certainly does a good job of taking care of your back.

The Hero is easy to assemble, except for the bit where you attach the back to the seat, so make sure you have a buddy for that. It's firm and supportive, and extremely sturdy. As a word of warning: it is substantial, so if you prefer a softer chair that isn't as good for your lumbar, this maybe isn't for you.

Aside from that, it has a decent recline, can withstand frames of up to 330 lbs, and has fully adjustable wrist-rests. It's heavy but glides pretty easily on the supplied casters. It'll look just fine in both an office or gaming setup, so you're getting a chair that can do both. Not bad, if you can afford it.

Corsair's latest addition to its lineup of premium reclining gaming chair, the T3 Rush, has gotten a much-needed facelift. The T3 Rush is an insanely comfy chair thanks to its memory foam lumbar pillow but, more importantly, uses a breathable soft fabric in place of faux leather. The benefit of this is that it retains less heat, keeping you fresh and comfy instead of sweating in your squeaky pleather.

The Rush also reclines to a ridiculous 180 degrees in case you wanted to lie back and take a comfy cat nap before you take on another marathon streaming session of Apex Legends or CS: GO.

The only major downside for the T3 Rush mostly fits for smaller framed users. If you require a little larger seat, the T3 will be an uncomfortably tight fit. Other than that, the T3 Rush is an impressive-looking gaming chair that doesn't need a loud color to make a statement.

The DXRacer Master is a chair for people with money to spend, but it justifies the price by being an extremely luxuriant and comfortable chair. What's more, the DXRacer Master can be customized with modular parts (sold at an added cost) like mesh seat and backrests, leg rests, and even a rotating arm that bolts onto the base and can hold anything from a laptop to your phone.

Choosing not to invest in these extra parts won't compromise the chair itself, though, because DXRacer went all out on its features. Built-in lumbar support and an adjustable, rail-mounted headrest are great features, along with four-dimensional armrests. The microfiber leather is especially nice, and much of the chair is made of metal, which makes it feel sturdy.

It's clear that the DXRacer Master was built to last, and its understated look is great if you're not into the flashy designs seen on most other gaming chairs. But, boy, it will cost you for all this luxury: The DXRacer Master is still $80 more than the Secret Lab Omega, our favorite chair. But it's worth considering if you want to go all out and get something with all the bells and whistles.

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Father. Husband. Brother. Son. Entrepreneur. Racer. Friend.

Kris Kaiser will be forever remembered by the countless individuals he influenced. Always available to help anyone in need. A true friend to an untold number of people in many different worlds. Kris often seemed larger than life, with the ability to accomplish the impossible in life, business, racing, and more.

Kris was a true champion, and his racing legacy will live on through the countless future wins and championships of the drivers and crew at K-Hill Motorsports.

Brandi, Jersey, and all the Kaiser family wish to thank everyone for their wishes, stop-ins, and kind words; and invite everyone to join them February 15th to honor Kris at the Annunciation Blessed Virgin Mary Catholic church -26 N. 3rd Street,Mcsherrytown, PA at 11am.

Everyone is also welcome to join the Celebration of Life immediately following mass ( approximately 12:30 / 1:00 ) at the Elk's Lodge #763 - 37 N. Forney Ave. Hanover, PA. Please RSVP here -> https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/5YK8JXX

Please send your short stories, pictures, and kind words for Brandi to save for Jersey to [email protected].

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Skiing's bucket-list party even Arnie can't miss

This merry band of Swiss ski racing fans draws crowds like the pied piper and sets a new benchmark in an already unique alpine scene.

It’s a veritable ski cocktail of Euro flag-waving, horn-blowing, bell-ringing revelry — Italians in matching ski jackets with painted faces, Slovenians draped in national flags, plenty of French, Swiss and Germans, some Americans, some Brits and so on. Plus, of course, Austrians in their thousands, including a raucous group of lads in retro 80s ski gear.

All have come to savor the thrills and spills — both during racing and later among the bars, cafes and pop-up stalls — of Kitzbuhel’s infamous Hahnenkamm downhill. It’s earned the reputation as skiing’s toughest test, and, long into the night, its biggest party.

“I wanted to see the race live,” says Norwegian Sture Norevik, clutching a plastic cup of beer. “It’s one of those things I wanted to feel live — not sitting back home on my sofa.” Sture and his three friends arrived from Bergen Wednesday for “one day skiing, the rest fun.”

READ: Why Kitzbuhel downhill is skiing’s wildest race

Smell of gluhwein

Like the scene outside a soccer stadium, stalls sell Austrian scarves and hats and plastic music horns. Men stand outside the ticketed area with signs saying “Suche karten / tickets wanted,” like alpine scalpers. The smell of gluhwein in the morning hangs over the steadily building throng lining the finish area of the legendary Streif track, which snakes down a crest of the Hahnenkamm — literally, “rooster’s comb.”

READ: Kitzbuhel resort guide

The inclement weather forecast in this part of the Tirol, east of Innsbruck, forced organizers to move the race from its traditional Saturday slot to Friday, meaning attendance is down slightly from the usual 30-40,000 revellers.

“In Kitzbuhel, it’s always about the sport,” said a spokesman for the Kitzbuheler Ski Club, hosts since the first official race down the mountain in 1931.

But still they stream in from the railway station next to the Hahnenkammbahn gondola, or from the car parks and packed guesthouses and hotels in town, like an expectant crowd before a big match. In all, nearly 80,000 will arrive over the course of the weekend for the re-arranged Saturday slalom and Sunday super-G. But the downhill is the highlight because of the extreme course, the history, and the seat-of-your-pants racing. No one wants to see a huge crash, but all know it’s part of the deal.

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‘The people, the atmosphere’

From Chamonix in France comes Liam Giezendanner and his father Eric, carrying a 10 feet tall banner emblazoned with a picture of Blaise Giezendanner — brother and son, respectively. Blaise was fourth in super-G at the PyeongChang 2018 Winter Olympics, and they’ve also followed him to Beaver Creek and Wengen, but for them Kitzbuhel is “beautiful, the best place” to watch him compete.

Among the masses awaiting the start is Claudia Janka, from Obersaxen in Switzerland. She’s there with friends from the fan club of hometown racer Carlo Janka. Her husband’s cousin is Carlo’s dad. “It’s complicated,” she laughs. She follows the circuit to venues such as Garmisch, Bormio, Alta Badia, but Kitzbuhel is her favourite for “the people, the atmosphere.”

From the finish area, spectators can only see as far up as the huge Hausbergkante jump, framed by a sponsor’s banner, so when a bell tolls to begin the 10-second countdown to the 11.30 a.m. start, all eyes switch to the big screen. There, somewhere high above in the clouds, is the sight of Austria’s Hannes Reichelt, wearing bib number one, settling in the starting gate. The crowd joins the count and then roars Reichelt down the track towards the mighty Mausefalle jump.

Only when he approaches the Hausbergkante do eyes switch to the hill to pick up the small dark speck streaking down the white track. He flies the jump and bounces across a horizontal traverse section, before plunging into the finish. An explosion of powder snow denotes Reichelt has come to some sort of stop in front of the grandstands and he gets the green light for race leader. Rock music pumps out, and the racers follow in quick succession.

Groans or roars burst out depending on whether split times are in green, meaning the racer is ahead of pace, or red, meaning they are slower. Germany’s Josef Ferstl beats Reichelt by 0.01 seconds, greeted with equal parts groan and roar depending on local allegiances.

Swiss hero Beat Feuz, a frequent podium finisher without a win at Kitzbuhel, is the seventh man down and takes over the lead before crashing in the finish area. The cow bell band chimes loud and long as massed Swiss flags wave furiously in the snowy air.

READ: How getting fit to ski can help tap into your sixth sense

READ: How to hit 100mph in skiing’s oldest, longest, fastest race

Two racers later Austria’s Vincent Kriechmayer, the winner of the Lauberhorn classic in Wengen last week, pulls off the recovery of a lifetime — and the collective gasps to go with it. He gets twisted off the Hausbergkante and lands awkwardly on one ski, which propels him towards the red safety net at high speed before he gets the other foot down and pulls away with inches to spare. Wonder and awe ripples through the crowd. But behind him, countryman Max Franz takes a heavy fall and ends up with a broken heel bone. Sweden’s Alexander Koell also endures a serious crash and must be helicoptered from the course. He’s later reported to be OK.

Feuz’s time looks more and more impregnable, but then Italian maestro Dominik Paris storms home 0.20 seconds quicker.

There’s still more than 30 racers to come, like lemmings leaping out of the start hut, and the crowd watch with half an eye on emptying glasses. The big screen pics out famous faces, such as former F1 supremo Bernie Ecclestone, four-time champion Franz Klammer — known as “The Kaiser” — and Canadian Ken Read, one of the original “Crazy Canucks,” who won in 1980.

Hollywood star and Austrian strongman Arnold Schwarzenegger is a regular visitor, but he’ll appear Saturday for a front-row seat at the rearranged slalom.

The cloud is lifting to allow shafts of sunlight, if not the actual sun, to make an appearance. Aided by an improvement in visibility, Austrian Otmar Striedinger, from start number 27, ratchets up the energy levels again by threatening Paris’ split times before finishing 0.37 seconds back in third.

The crowd seems to breathe a sigh of relief. Former US racer Daron Rahlves tells the story that when he won in 2003 there were no Austrians on the podium and a national newspaper proclaimed it “Black Saturday.”

READ: How Special Forces training is speeding up US ski team

READ: Mikaela Shiffrin: ‘I would rather be hunting than hunted’

Despite Striedinger’s efforts, once the top 30 have gone the result is more or less set. Remarkably, that makes the 29-year-old Paris only the sixth man to win three times or more at Kitzbuhel. It leaves him just one behind Klammer and countryman Karl Schranz, and two adrift of record holder Didier Cuche of Switzerland. It also earns Paris a tidy $84,000.

“I’ve no words to describe this emotion, it’s very special,” he tells reporters later. “It’s not normal to win on this hill three times. It’s just amazing.”

While Paris is talking to the media, the massed ranks of fans — later put at a “very positive” 25,000 — troop towards the bars of Vorderstadt and surrounding streets at the heart of Kitzbuhel’s medieval center. For some the epicenter is The Londoner pub, the spiritual home of the post-race party where in days gone by the winning racers would get behind the bar and pull pints.

And so another layer is added to the Kitzbuhel legend and another raft of ski racing fans can say “I was there.”

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Junkyard Crawl: 2 Fullsize GM Muscle Cars

Today, every time you see an SUV in traffic, pretend it’s a fullsized family sedan. That’s how popular big cars used to be in the 1950–1985 time frame. They were everywhere, and to make sure they appealed to high-performance shoppers, many of these fullsize models could be had with two-door bodies, special trim, and big engines as king-size muscle cars—even in the smogged-out ’70s.

In this edition of Junkyard Crawl, let’s explore a pair of king-size GM muscle cars, with a twist. One—the 1965 Olds Starfire—was born during the opening years of the supercar ’60s, when zero concern was paid to the smog factor, as its fascinating exhaust system proves. The other—a 1979 Buick LeSabre Sport Coupe Turbo—had the misfortune of being hatched into a world of supercar shame and emissions ennui. It’s specially engineered large-diameter exhaust system had to get its job done via a single tailpipe, and without so much as a chromed tip to call unwanted attention to the dirty little matter of emissions.

So while this pair of jumbo-sized GM muscle movers might be separated by 15 years, their presence validates the fact that upmarket muscle was part of the overall recipe. Ignoring these big brutes would be a crime. Let’s stay innocent.

Don’t confuse this 1965 Oldsmobile Starfire with roly-poly land yachts like the Jetstar 88, Dynamic 88, or Ninety-Eight (each of which could be equipped with the big 425 but lacked the muscular image of the Starfire). Since its 1961 debut, the Starfire was Oldsmobile’s answer to bucket-seated bankers’ hot rods like the Chrysler 300 letter series, Ford Thunderbird Sports Roadster, Buick Riviera GS, and Pontiac 2+2 421. (THE FOLLOWING PORTION OF CAPTION IS FOR WEB ONLY) Always powered by the hottest V8—with no two-barrel, single-exhaust step-down offerings—and only sold as a two-door, for 1965, this meant Olds’ all-new, 425-cube, thin-wall V8 with 370 hp. Better still, for 1965, Olds added a four-on-the-floor transmission option (a Starfire first) and something very exciting at the tail end of the car.

At first glance, the rectangular opening at the end of the horizontal trim looks like a broken side-marker light, but a closer look reveals a functional exhaust outlet. Rather than dumping spent gases beneath the rear bumper, the Starfire’s horizontal side-exit scheme adds a sporty touch while reminding curbside viewers there are 370 horses under hood. Because exhaust gases are corrosive to the die-cast, pot-metal outer panel, note the use of a stamped stainless insert around the rectangular tip, which is also made of stainless steel.

1956 Thunderbird comes close, but its tips passed through the corners of the rear bumper, not the actual body skin.

This undercar shot shows the full-length, dual-exhaust tracts and how each tailpipe feeds into a resonator. Non-Starfire dual-exhaust systems route their tailpipes inboard of the framerails, where a notched rear crossmember allows passage of their unadorned tailpipes below the rear bumper. (THE FOLLOWING PORTION OF CAPTION IS FOR WEB ONLY) Also note Oldsmobile’s new-for-1965 Salisbury-type rear axle. The previous 1949–1964 Hotchkis-style axle (drop-out centersection) was popular with drag racers but more costly to manufacture.

Though rare today, Olds made 15,260 Starfires (13,024 hardtops and 2,236 convertibles) and we found another one in the same yard (Hidden Valley Auto Parts, Maricopa, AZ). But this one has patch tubes in place of the factory resonators. Looks like its owner liked the through-body exhaust tips, but struck out on finding factory replacement resonators.

Fifteen years after the debut of Oldsmobile’s side-exit-exhaust Starfire, times had changed. At Buick, this 1979 LeSabre Sport Coupe Turbo represented the pinnacle of Flint high performance. Since Buick’s 350 and 455 were dropped after 1976, naturally aspirated LeSabres got 260 and 403 V8s supplied by Oldsmobile, but they were dogs. The only ray of light was the Buick 3.8 Turbo V6. (THE FOLLOWING PORTION OF CAPTION IS FOR WEB ONLY) Though mostly seen in midsized Century and Regal applications, the huge LeSabre Sport Coupe Turbo was only made in 1978–1980 and is all but forgotten today.

Thanks to a 665-pound down-sizing after 1976, the LeSabre didn’t totally snuff the Turbo V6’s energy. The red-painted turbo bonnet and air-filter housing feed a Rochester Quadrajet four-barrel. While smaller turbo Centurys and Regals could be had with 150 hp (two-barrel carburetor, 6.9 to 7.9 psi boost, and single exhaust) or 165 hp (four-barrel carburetor,7.9 to 8.8 psi boost, and dual exhaust), the big LeSabre came only with the 165hp, four-barrel engine but with single exhaust, not the duals fitted to the Century and Regal turbo-four-barrels. (THE FOLLOWING PORTION OF CAPTION IS FOR WEB ONLY) The 3.8 turbo’s 165 hp equaled the output of the final 1976 Buick 350 V8 but with 119 fewer cubes.

This LeSabre Sport Coupe has the base bench seat and column-shifted, three-speed automatic transmission. The leather-wrapped steering wheel with brushed-metal spokes was part of the Sport Coupe package. So was a rear antisway bar—a quick Turbo LeSabre alert for street racers sizing up the competition. Though only capable of high-17s on a good day (make that a cool night with dense air), our heart goes out to the 1978–1980 Turbo LeSabre for at least trying. (THE FOLLOWING PORTION OF CAPTION IS FOR WEB ONLY) Facing as many emissions and safety regulations as they did, Buick honcho Lloyd Reuss’s engineering minions deserve much credit for keeping the high-performance candle burning. Their work paved the way for the mighty GNX a decade later.

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Lots of new-hire, auto-parts-counter workers got confused by the fact Buick and Mopar both offered six-cylinder engines sharing the same 198- and 225ci displacements. Were they the same engine? No way! The Buicks were odd-firing V6s while the Mopars were fairly conventional inline-sixes, albeit laid down at a 30-degree angle toward the passenger side, which gave them the name “slant six.” Displacement was the only thing they shared.

The Buick V6 design, consisting of manufacturing rights and major assembly equipment, was sold to Kaiser-Jeep at the end of 1967. Just too gruff and buzzy for further use in Buick’s ever-refined model lineup, GM never thought it would regret the move. As for Jeep, the torque-rich 225 V6 was a welcome addition to the 1968 CJ and Commando option sheets, and many were built through 1971. After the 1971 purchase of Kaiser-Jeep by AMC, the GM V6 was phased out in favor of AMC inline-sixes (and V8s). During this time, the GM V6 assembly equipment sat idle. When the 1973 Energy Crisis hit, Buick found itself without a suitable small-displacement engine. Negotiations with AMC were opened, and by summer of 1974, GM once again owned the entire V6 engine assembly line. Soon it was relocated from Toledo, OH, to Flint, MI, and by 1975, Buick was cranking out 700 V6 engines per day. Strange but true!

With its 123-inch wheelbase, the olds Starfire was undoubtedly a fullsize offering. By contrast, Old’s legendary 4-4-2 was built on GM’s midsize platform and rode on a 115-inch wheelbase. But big didn’t mean lazy. Standard-issue Starfire power came from Oldsmobile’s all-new, 425-cube, thin-wall-casting V8 with 370 hp. The 4-4-2 was motivated by a 400ci version of the Olds V8 with 345 hp. And, no, Oldsmobile never offered a 425 cube 4-4-2. Woulda been a hairy machine, though!

Beyond the Starfire’s standard-issue, 370hp V8, its other noteworthy feature is its through-body, dual-exhaust system. Unique in all of GM muscle-car history, no other automaker spewed spent hydrocarbons in this horizontal fashion. Corvette’s 1965–1969 N14 side-mount exhaust-system option is the only close call.

We can only hope the original 425 four-barrel ended up under the hood of a 4-4-2 street sleeper. Externally, the 400 and 425 are nearly identical. Note the single-circuit brake master cylinder. Like the rest of Detroit (except Cadillac and Studebaker), it took a federal mandate to trigger a 1967 switch to safer dual-circuit brake systems. Standard Starfire equipment included power steering, brakes, windows, seats, clock, and even a tachometer, but A/C (remnants seen here) was still a $421 upcharge. Other big news for 1965 included the arrival of the excellent Turbo 400 automatic. A firm shifting design of world-class capability (Rolls-Royce and Ferrari used them), the TH400 eliminated a series of mushy corporate Hydramatic/Slim Jim designs (most with Buick mush built in) used in earlier Starfires. On the manual-transmission side of things, since the beginning in 1961, dedicated Starfire clutch jockeys were offered a heavy-duty three-on-the-tree, but it was so awkward that few were ordered. Happily, 1965 brought access to the Muncie M20 wide-ratio four-speed for a mere $188. Perhaps 1,000 were built.

Though the new 1965 Corvette finally brought four-wheel disc brakes to the showroom, Oldsmobile stuck with drums until 1967. The Starfire’s huge 12-inch drum brakes were adequate for general performance use. Oddly, Buick’s fascinating aluminum/iron finned front brake drums were never shared with other GM divisions. Neither were Pontiac’s similar eight-lug brakes, which featured aluminum at both ends of the car. The recessed line separating the two sides of the leading brake shoe was a marketing gimmick intended to give worn friction material a place to exit, reducing brake noise. Some brake shoes had it, some didn’t. All worked about the same.

Stripped of its standard-issue front bucket seats and center console, the Starfire’s deep drawn padded dash was a novel standard safety feature. Today its many compound curves and recesses haunt restorers. The vacant hole in the center of the picture once housed the clock. The standard-issue tachometer was once located at the leading edge of the center console, too low to be of safe use, but it looked cool and gave Starfire street cred.

Many moons later, Buick’s take on fullsize high performance was the 1979 LeSabre Sport Coupe Turbo. Though its 165hp Turbo V6 was no GS455 Stage 1, it held the door open for future advances like the SEFI V6. We dig how Buick retained the chrome-plated steel wheels on the Sport Coupe. The very same 15×6-inch wheels were first used on the 1965 Riviera GS and became a popular item on fullsize Buicks ever since. Though similar to certain wheels installed on the smaller midsize Skylark GS, these wheels have a larger bolt pattern and only fit fullsize brake hubs.

Keeping an eye on the 8.8 pounds of maximum boost, simple Turbo Power idiot lights marked “economy” and “power” responded to gas-pedal movements. Though the 1977-and-later LeSabre looks huge, it was actually 10 inches shorter and 665 pounds lighter than the 1976 LeSabre model. GM’s “down-sizing” program later hit the midsized Century and Regal in 1978, delivering a right-sized platform that would evolve into the GNX a decade later.

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After GM reacquired the V6 license and manufacturing equipment from AMC in the summer of 1974, a priority task was designing an even-fire crankshaft to get rid of the rough behavior of the previous odd-fire configuration. Along the way, displacement bumped from 225 to 231 to allow the V6 to use the same 3.80-inch cylinder boring machinery then in place for making Buick’s 350 V8. Waste not, want not. Further displacement juggling included a 196-incher for base models and a 252-cuber for fullsize family sedans and station wagons in need of torque. Neither of these was ever turbocharged from the factory.

As the United States reeled during the 1973 energy crisis, Buick was in a deep bind. They had nothing smaller than the 350 V8 to offer to small-engine shoppers looking for maximum fuel economy. Buick’s chief engineer, Phil Bowser, came up with the idea of reviving the old V6 program to solve the problem. Bowser was playing golf in Florida when the idea hit him in 1973. To get GM President Ed Cole on board with the idea, used Buick V6 engines were purchased from junkyards, refreshed, then installed in Skylark test cars for his evaluation. Cole liked what he saw, and by the summer of 1974, Buick was back in the V6 business, this time for keeps.

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