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[abbotsford]

The Impact of Motor Body Repairs on Your Vehicle’s Resale Value

 When it comes to owning a vehicle, its resale value is a significant consideration for many car owners. Whether you’re planning to trade in your car for a newer model or sell it privately, understanding how Fitzroy motor body repairs can affect your vehicle's resale value is crucial. 

The aesthetic and functional aspects of your vehicle directly influence its market value, and this is where professional repairs come into play.

Understanding Resale Value

Resale value refers to the amount of money you can expect to receive when you sell your vehicle. Several factors influence this value, including age, mileage, brand reputation, and, importantly, the condition of the body and paint. A vehicle that has been well-maintained, with no major bodywork issues, is likely to fetch a higher price than one that has visible damage or poor repair work.

The Role of Aesthetic Appeal

One of the first things potential buyers notice about a vehicle is its appearance. A vehicle with dents, scratches, or rust may deter potential buyers or lead them to negotiate a lower price. Here’s how quality motor body repairs can enhance aesthetic appeal and, consequently, resale value:

Dents and Dings: Minor dents and dings are common in vehicles, especially those parked in busy areas. Professional body repair services can remove these imperfections without damaging the paint, restoring the vehicle's original look. This not only makes the car more attractive to potential buyers but also signals that the owner takes pride in their vehicle.

Paint Restoration: A fresh coat of paint or paint correction can significantly enhance the look of a vehicle. Faded or chipped paint can make a car look older than it is. Investing in quality panel beaters Collingwood can revitalise a vehicle, making it more appealing in the resale market.

Rust Repair: Rust can be a significant detractor in a vehicle’s resale value. Not only does it affect the aesthetics, but it can also lead to structural issues if not addressed. Prompt rust repairs can prevent further damage and signal to buyers that the vehicle has been well cared for.

Mechanical Integrity and Safety

In addition to aesthetics, Fitzroy motor body repairs can impact the mechanical integrity and safety of a vehicle, which are crucial selling points. Here are a few ways that repairs can affect these aspects:

Frame Alignment: If a vehicle has been in an accident, it’s essential to ensure the frame is properly aligned. Misalignment can affect the handling and safety of the vehicle. Buyers are often wary of purchasing cars that have been in accidents, especially if there’s evidence of poor repair work. Ensuring that the frame is straight and the vehicle is safe to drive can enhance resale value significantly.

Parts Replacement: In some cases, motor body repairs might require replacing parts that have been damaged. Using high-quality, original parts not only maintains the vehicle’s integrity but also boosts its resale value. Buyers appreciate knowing that the parts used in repairs meet the manufacturer's standards.

Documentation and Transparency

Providing documentation of any motor body repairs made can also enhance a vehicle's resale value. Buyers are more likely to trust a seller who can provide a detailed history of repairs, including:

Repair Receipts: Keeping receipts and documentation of all body repairs can reassure potential buyers that the work was done professionally. This transparency can be a powerful selling point.

Before-and-After Photos: If you’ve had significant work done, taking before-and-after photos can help demonstrate the extent of the repairs. This visual evidence can instil confidence in buyers regarding the quality of work performed.

Choosing the Right Repair Service

To ensure that your vehicle's body repairs positively impact its resale value, it’s crucial to choose a reputable repair service. Look for the following qualities in a repair shop:

Experience and Expertise: Choose a shop with experienced panel beaters Collingwood technicians who specialise in motor body repairs. Their expertise can significantly influence the quality of the repairs.

Positive Reviews and Testimonials: Researching customer reviews and testimonials can provide insight into the repair shop's reputation and the quality of their work.

Warranty on Repairs: A good repair shop should offer a warranty on their work, which adds another layer of assurance for potential buyers.

Final Words

In conclusion, the impact of Fitzroy motor body repairs on your vehicle’s resale value cannot be overstated. Quality repairs not only enhance the aesthetic appeal and mechanical integrity of your vehicle but also instil confidence in potential buyers. By investing in professional body repairs and maintaining thorough documentation, you can significantly boost your vehicle's resale value. 

As a car owner, being proactive about maintaining your vehicle's body can pay off handsomely when it comes time to sell or trade-in your car. After all, a well-maintained vehicle is always an attractive option in the used car market.

[pikspareparts]

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[hhdmotors]

🌟 Happy World Health Day from HHD Motors! 🌟

My Health My Right!

As we celebrate health and well-being today, remember that your vehicle's health matters too! A well-maintained car means safer journeys for you and your loved ones. Let's prioritize road safety and regular maintenance to keep everyone healthy and happy on the road. 🚗💚

[maddybrisketblog]

He drove it into a potted plant and now it’s not starting right.

[gpdtla]

[yaespook]

Run 4 - In Progress.

✧ Room Content: Dom! GN! Reader x Yan! Sub! Android! Wanderer, no gendered terms used for reader, no actual penetration, unhealthy obsessive and possessive relationship from Wanderer, memory manipulation. Leave a note if anything was missed out. ✧ Retrieved Notes: If possible, use the InteractiveFics extension to change the phrase “My name” (without the quotation marks) to the name given to your Wanderer.

There’s an unfamiliar android sitting atop your worktable.

You must have picked him up two or three weeks ago, when he was still worse for wear. In your memory, he was in pretty bad shape when the two of you first met, his main panel wrenched open leaving his circuitry a mess and rough scrapes all over his superficial layer.

Now, with your constant repairs, he’s been more lively, tailing you around the house as you go about your day. While fussing about, dusting off a muzzle laying on a fur pelt, you sense a presence lingering outside your room.

"You know, I don't recall androids being quite so clingy." In return, you get a light huff from behind the door frame. 

"And you’ve come across other androids? I didn’t know you run a junkyard here,” the eye roll in his tone is audible.

His feet pad into the room and his gaze hones in on the clerical collar placed on a nearby shelf, glaring at it. Clicking his tongue, he crosses his hands on his chest.

“Whatever, what you do is mostly up to you anyway. Do you think you’re almost done cleaning? I think there’s an internal problem again, I’ll wait for you at the worktable,” the android saunters off nonchalantly, throwing you a light wave over his shoulder.

Sighing, you quickly finish up your task at hand before complying to his request, briskly making your way over to the worktable where he's already perched smugly on, his gaze expectant. 

You easily go through the rehearsed motions of plugging him up to your computer, your muscle memory kicking in as you boot up the required softwares before gingerly prying the main panel located on the front of his torso to gain access to his internal workings. Over time, you've gradually figured out the parts that make up the android sitting before you, growing used to the sight of the lengths of wiring and cables running throughout his body, the faint low mechanical whirring of motors and cooling systems. 

Most importantly, you now understand how sensitive his central core is. Nestled securely in a latched transparent casing, his core is what powers and sustains him. It emits a constant turquoise light and is also reflected in the glowing markings that lay beneath his synthetic skin that occasionally activate. (Although, you haven't quite gotten an answer for what makes them light up yet.) 

“So what's your problem today?” You ask, tearing your eyes away from him as you go over to your computer to check if any bugs have been identified.

“I think that cable all the way at the back came undone and got tangled with the rest.” 

You shoot him a pointed look, “Again? Didn’t we just fix that same cable last week?” Shifting your chair so you’re seated before him, poised to conduct your repairs, you make a passing remark, “Maybe taking you to another mechanic might be the better choice, get everything checked out, you know?”

How long have you kept at your task of finally fixing him up to tiptop condition? It’s almost daily when he reports back to you with a new disconnected wire or another loose joint somewhere on him. Diligently, you’ve been trying to repair him but the android is like a never-ending to-do list. And it’s only natural to be concerned if the constant damage stems from a more serious underlying issue that you haven’t managed to discover. The only next logical step would be to get another pair of eyes to help discern the root cause in case anything takes a turn for the worse.

But the reaction you get from him is one unexpected. His head snaps to face you, a scowl evident on his face. 

“So you’re handing me off like an unfinished project to someone else now?”

You know how snippy he can get however, this is on a different level from his previous behaviour. Maybe something left over from the days before you found him. It’ll be a good idea to look into his past logs to diagnose any present problems, you make a mental note of it.

“I’m just worried for you, that’s all. What if there’s an urgent issue I can’t fix alone? And we both know I can’t leave you as is.”

His expression mellows to an annoyed pout, looking away as his core glows faintly along with the patterns under his skin, he mumbles, “I’ll be fine.” (“I just need you.”) (“I'm the only one for you.”) (“No one else deserves you.”)

He allows you to work without another complaint, silently watching as your hands venture into his chest, a focused air to you while you look for the problematic cable. He senses your touch when you make contact with it, sucking in a sharp breath as you grip it between your fingers, twisting it around to free it from the surrounding wires before you finally connect and plug it into its rightful place. 

“That’s it for your cable issue. Anything else?” He quickly shakes his head.

Giving it a few light cursory pulls to make sure it’s finally secured, (if you weren’t mistaken, his core brightened in time with your tugs), you spare the rest of his parts one last look over. Then, shutting the panel, you unplug him from the computer.

Immediately, he scampers off the worktable with a clipped “thank you” and runs into his room. You hear the door to his room close before its lock clicks. 

The next few days prove to be better, the repair requests for any troubles that seem to have cropped up overnight growing more and more infrequent. Perhaps, bit by bit, the end of the repairs start to come into sight. 

Although, you have noted that his internal temperatures have been hiking recently whenever you have his chest panel open to patch him up. 

This time, you have him lying on the worktable on his back to access the further areas in him. He’s positioned facing upwards but his eyes are darting everywhere, unable to meet your gaze. Once again, the programme open on your computer screen shows how his temperatures are quickly rising even though there are no obvious reasons for such a sudden change. It records the recurrence into its troubleshooting log like before, more times than you can remember.

He’s panting lightly, the android’s chest moving up and down as your ears pick up the sound of his inner fans whir louder, his pre-programmed functions activating to try to cool him down. With no clue as to what could cause this issue, you reach in to look for a fault. Yet, the more you poke and prod around, the higher the warmth within him rises. 

Left with more questions than answers, you turn to his core for a closer look. When your fingers brush against the transparent casing, a moan slips out from him, and instantly his head whips to look at you dumbfounded.

An artificial blush takes over his face, a low pink glow blooming from beneath the synthetic layer. A beat passes before he cracks his lips apart, voicebox working as he pleads.

“...Again.”

Gently, you let your fingertips dance over the clasp hinging the casing shut and his response is instant. A shudder rolls through him, as real as it can be, and a shaky exhale leaves him. The android’s back arches up slightly, hastily chasing after your touch when you remove your hand.

Your caress returns when your hand dips deeper into his circuitry, where you hook two fingers underneath his thicker cables, attentively stroking them between your thumb and fingers, before tugging on them forcefully enough to elicit a reaction from him. 

His eyes fly open at your ministrations, a greed for more overtaking his processors. You’ve always been so gentle with him when he’s opened up for you, when you have access to the deepest parts of him, when he’s at his most vulnerable. So, to have you toy around with him, show him the indulgence of human flesh, can you really fault him for falling for you?

The tips of your fingers ghost along the length of his metal spine, and the android keens from under you.

“Please, more, I can take it!”

Taking his cue, your hand encircles his spine, grinding the heel of your palm against the ridges of the sensitive metal elements as you pump up and down. 

“Sss- so good! Hah…!” He can’t control how he behaves when you treat him so well, like he’s the only one worthy of your attention. He shakes under your touch, trembling as the addictive pleasure overrides his programmed commands.

“No more blubbering, just focus on me.” Your other hand goes to cup his chin, and obediently, he parts his lips for you, allowing you to slip your thumb into his mouth. You can feel his tongue work and when you press down, he jolts suddenly. A gag reflex? In an android? How amusing.

When you stop stroking him, he whines pitifully, muffled moans and begging for you to continue but his complaints stop when he feels you unlatch the lid of his core casing.

“Would you let me?” And the flurry of nods from him confirms his enthusiasm.

With bated breath, he counts the seconds before you make contact with his core. And when he senses your caress on his glowing core in his exposed chest cavity, he breathes out a gasp, as if he requires the intake of air. None of this is written into the basis of his behaviour, not fed into the dataset that makes up how he’s supposed to act, so everything he feels for you must be real.

His eyes go unfocused as his neural network is flooded with the raw pleasure of being enveloped with love and lust down to his literal core. Desire burns within him, evident from the fans whirring even louder than before to bring down his temperatures. It’s just so much for the android’s computations to handle. Broken moans leave him as he tries to vocalise his love for you (as best as he can with his thumb in your mouth). 

And when you press a kiss to his unprotected core, his vision whites out.

Eyes wrenched shut, his whole mechanical body jerks upwards, back arching off the worktable as his body propels himself to sit up, his limbs trying to ensnare you in his embrace, to keep you with him as long as he can. Every command in his system is overwritten to hone in on all the sensations of you on him, your touch, your warmth.

The patterns under his skin glow with a pulse, akin to a human’s heartbeat and when his eyes open again, glimmering faux tears roll down his face. His chest heaves as you close the distance between the two of you, cupping his face with both your hands and kissing his tears away.

The android breaks the intimate silence as he quietly asks you, “Can you give me a name?”

When you whisper a name into his ear, he breaks into sobs in your hands.

The days pass by, uneventful, and the time for a final cursory check before deeming him fully repaired comes. He’s poised on the worktable like any other previous session, a bored expression on his face as you flit back and forth between him and the software on your computer.

“You really are a clingy case,” you say and get a huff in return, “But a welcome one.”

Remembering your mental note from before about accessing his past logs, you access it from your computer, pulling up the window with his stored recorded data. The log operates in the background constantly, one of the built-in functions of the android and a quick glance over just to make sure everything is in order should do.

However, the logs prove to be worrying in a completely different way.

[Log: Day 10 - Run 1 - Failed. Werewolf. They’re with that mangy mutt. I don’t know what they see in him. I still remember the care they showed me. There’s always the next run.]

[Log: Day 20 - Run 2 - Failed. It seems I’m too late this time around. That vile selkie captured them first. How irritating. I need to stop hesitating. It’s my love on the line after all.]

[Log: Day 30 - Run 3 - Failed. Incubus. That damn priest and incubus. I can feel my temper reaching its breaking point.]

[Log: Day ??? - Run 4 - In progress. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.]

Your eyes rake across a multitude of grainy snapshots of yourself, all with different people that you can’t find the ability to recall, your mind pounding from the discovery. 

He’s gazing expectantly when you look back up at him from the screen. A grin twists its way across his face, canines glinting under the dizzying harsh lighting.

“So now you’ve seen how much I love you, even if you don’t remember it.” There’s a sick obsession dripping in his tone, an uncanny level of emotion that androids normally shouldn’t be able to replicate, one that sends a heavy uneasiness through your whole being, one that roots you to the ground. 

When he doesn’t get the adoring reaction from you he expects, the proud expression on his face falls instantly. 

He’s despondent, despairing as he tears the connecting cables off of him, launching himself off the worktable, lunging across for you, frenzied, pure scorching mania surging through him. 

“You… even after all these runs. You’ve always given me the same thing. My name. I thought this time- You-” 

Voice shaky, “It’s a shame this run didn’t work out either.” 

He steels himself, hand outstretched, “No matter.”

You blink.

There’s an unfamiliar android sitting atop your worktable.

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[kittykattropicanna]

Going absolutely feral over Mechanic!Simon and how you met him :(( I just want him so badddd

TW: pervy!Simon, smut, creampie, possessive!Simon, dirty talk (praise), he just wants you so bad girl, swearing, kinda naive!reader, brief mention of spanking

Mechanic!Simon masterlist

Regular masterlist

Just imagine you’re driving through a shitty little town somewhere in England, you don’t even know where you are at this point.

Your ex just kicked you out of your shared apartment in the middle of the night and you have nowhere else to go, your only option is to drive in your little shit box of a car as far away from him as possible. 

Of course its poring rain and of course your car breaks down in the middle of the road surrounded by scary looking government houses and a very obviously high homeless guy screaming and yelling all sorts of profanities :(

With shaky hands you quickly look up every mechanic in town on your phone, its almost dead and none of them answer :( of course they wouldn’t! Its the middle of the night! 

You don’t have insurance either! Everything is going wrong, you’re so lost and scared :( 

You start to panic when there’s only one number left, with a shaky breath you call it and just as you think you're out of luck, a deep cranky voice answers begrudgingly obviously pissed that someone dared to call him at this hour.

Tomorrow is his only day off for the week  >:(

Simons personal number was attached to the shop after Price promoted him to manager, now he has all sorts of dumb fucks calling him all times of the day and he hates it!!

But how could he say no? A poor girl called him in tears gasping for air between sobs and absolutely hysterical :((((  His not an ethical guy and a young girl like you that knows absolutely nothing about cars :( imagine all the extra money he could charge you? You wouldn’t question it either! Oh how could he say no to such a silly girl…

After what feels like hours a very tall, bulky, thick man with a scary balaclava knocks on your driver seat window and you scream so loud!!! His so scary and big! And his eyes! They’re are so angry :(((( he must be so angry at you for calling him :( you feel so bad :(

After he loads your car onto the tow truck he insists on driving you home

“Ohh come on sweetheart, would hate to see a pretty baby like you stuck in the rain, let me take you home darlin’” 

His so pervy too! Subtly touching your arse and looking at your hard nipples that poke through you soaked shirt :(

He can’t help it! You can’t blame him! You’re not wearing a bra! 

And with a beautiful face like yours and a body like that, what did you expect him to do? Not eye fuck you? Don’t be ridiculous. 

You tell him that you have nowhere to go because your shitty ex threw you out and Si insisted you stay with him!!

“Oh pet, you poor poor girl, you want to get a room at a motel? No. Nooo. That’s no place for a doll like you, come stay with me darlin’, come on sweets, I’ll sleep on the couch, promise yeah?”

“I’m just tryna’ keep ya safe honey, its not nice around these parts, okay? hate for somthin’ to happen to ya”

And you know his right :( he came all this way in the middle of the night, left his comfy bed in the  pouring rain just to help you, his from around these parts and he knows best!

His voice is so deep and husky, you just know a man like him could keep you safe!

You jump in the shops tow truck and he insist you take off your soaking shirt and put on his company jacket. 

Its covered in oil and dirt, smells like cigarettes and is wayyyy to big for you. “Riley” is printed onto the left breast pocket with a large logo with the words “Price’s Motor Repairs” on the back. 

Its so disgusting and smells musky but something about it makes your pussy clench!!! His so manly, so dominant, how could you not get turned on by him!!! You could feel his eyes roam your breasts as you sit in his jacket, chest completely bare underneath, hard nipples rubbing against the fabric :(((

Once you reach the shop, he drops your car off then shows you around.

He wants to impress you sooooo bad, showing you all sorts of tools and telling you what he uses them for, how he uses them to fix things. The whole time his talking all you could look at is his big muscly arms as he purposely flexes them for you. 

Never in his life has he seen such a gorgeous, gorgeous girl and all he wants to do is bend you over his modified truck and fuck you so hard you’re creaming on his cock :(

And that’s exactly what he does! Before driving you back to his, he has you bent over, back arched and his callused hand wrapped around your hair as he ruts into you while you're still in his company jacket :((((

Your poor pussy hasn’t taken such a big girthy cock before, his wide hips connecting with your arse and slamming your much smaller body into the hood of his car :3 

Thrusts so deep his car shakes from the force :)

As you moan and babble completely cock drunk you can hear him snickering and grunting behind you, whispering dirty words in your ear 

Praising you between grunts….

“Look at you love, fuck, look at that perfect fuckin’ pussy, taking my cock so well, such a good girl, aren’t ya?” As he pounds into you so deep the tip of his leaking cock touches your cervix. A small squeal exiting your lips as he holds you there for a second, letting you feel for the first time what a real deep pounding feels like :)

“Never been fucked this good have ya baby? Never cum his hard before” he’d snicker has you cum for the third time, legs shaking and mascara running not from the rain this time, but from the tears of pure pleasure his so kindly giving you :(

And of course his coming inside of you! His loads are so big as well, when he finally lets himself cum he absolutely floods your pussy :)))

Your moans bounce around the tin walls of the shop, the sound of him slapping your arse echoing  at the same time

You can feel the hot ropes shoot up inside of you as he continues to slowly thrust making sure none of it goes to waste. 

He tries to suppress his moan, disguising them as grunts but a few slip past his lips :( 

He doesn't pull out but that doesn’t stop his cum from leaking out of your cunt and down you beautiful thighs, 

“Look at tha’ baby, fuckin’ hell, you did so good for me my gorgeous girl, so fuckin’ good”

He just met you but his already so, so possessive. :)

He carries you to his truck because your legs feel like jelly :( his so gentle with you too, whispering in your ear how good you did for him and how you're such an obedient girl, his obedient girl. 

You fall sleep in his truck, curled up in the passenger seat, his company jacket still wrapped around your bare chest. 

You’ve had such a big night and the sound of the soft radio and drizzle of rain lulls you to sleep. 

You wake up in Si’s arms as his gently placing you into his bed. 

“You’re alrigh’ darlin’, jus’ close ya eyes for me, ill be here”

Its safe to say he didn’t take the couch that night :3

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[wolfsclothing6]

The Garage Change

Eric groaned as he pulled into the small, grimy auto shop on the outskirts of town. His car had been making an awful grinding noise for days, and now it had finally given up. The sign above the shop read "Teddy’s Auto Repairs" in faded red letters, and the whole place smelled of motor oil, sweat, and old rubber.

Inside, a burly, bearded mechanic in grease-streaked overalls greeted him with a lazy wave. "What can I do for ya?" the man asked in a deep, gravelly voice.

“My car’s dead,” Eric muttered. “I just need it fixed as fast as possible.”

“Sure thing. Give me an hour or two.” The mechanic, whose name tag read Teddy, chuckled. “Might as well hang out. You look like you’ve never stepped foot in a place like this before.”

Eric rolled his eyes but stayed. The shop was cluttered with tools, rags, and parts, and the air felt thick. To pass the time, Eric wandered over to a rack of spare overalls and jackets hanging in the corner. On impulse, he grabbed a worn, oversized jumpsuit—it smelled of sweat and grease but had a strange warmth to it, almost like it was alive.

For some reason, Eric felt compelled to try it on. “Might as well look the part,” he joked to himself. Slipping into the jumpsuit, he immediately felt the rough fabric hug his body. It was a snug fit at first, but as he zipped it up, it started to stretch and shift around him.

A sudden heat flushed through Eric’s body. He stumbled, grabbing onto a nearby counter as a strange sensation coursed through him. His lean frame began to fill out, his muscles softening and thickening with layers of fat. His stomach pushed against the jumpsuit, forming a round belly that strained the zipper. His chest grew heavier, and his arms thickened, their once-smooth skin becoming rough and hairy.

“What the hell is happening to me?” Eric gasped, his voice deepening. He looked down at his hands, now calloused and smeared with grease as if he’d been working in the shop for years.

His face tingled as stubble sprouted into a full, grizzled beard. His jawline softened, his cheeks filling out with a rugged, weathered look. Even his hair changed, shortening and receding slightly beneath an old trucker cap that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

Eric’s thoughts began to cloud. The polished, white-collar world he knew faded as memories of tuning engines, changing oil, and sharing beers with the boys in the shop took its place. The pride he once had in his spotless clothes and clean hands vanished, replaced by a strange satisfaction in being sweaty, dirty, and strong.

By the time the transformation stopped, Eric—or rather, Teddy—stood there, scratching his beard and looking around like nothing was out of the ordinary. He didn’t even notice his reflection in the grease-streaked mirror, where a bulky, burly mechanic stared back at him.

The original Teddy came out of the back room, wiping his hands on a rag. “Lookin’ good,” he said with a smirk, giving the new Teddy a slap on the back.

Eric opened his mouth to protest, but all that came out was a low chuckle. “Guess I’m ready to get to work,” he said, his voice rough and gravelly.

By the end of the day, he was under the hood of a car, cracking jokes with the other mechanics and feeling like he’d been there his whole life. The old Eric was gone, replaced by a grease-streaked, happy, hard-working man who lived for the smell of oil and the roar of engines.

[xsleepinggoodx]

Mikey x reader short drabble!

timeskip: 19 year old Mikey. Yknow that one Mikey before manila? The one with the short blond hair? That one!🥰

Slight NSFW warning!

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You and Mikey were in the most heated make out sessions you ever been in. In his garage room, in his bed, on his lap, and door locked. The tension was real. His shirt was off and his veiny arms were around your waist, squeezing every so often. Your hand cupping his cheeks as you both fought for dominance—he wins every time though.

You letting out whimpers every so often as unravels you. Your hips grinding from time to time. You guys done it before, but not really often. You’re busy with college as he is he. He spends time hanging out with Toman, you’re there too ofc, but every so often, you two share intimate stares. He’s drilling his eyes on you when you’re laughing with Baji or Mitsuya. You’re admiring him as he tells a funny story. Again, the tension is there but you guys simply didn’t have alone time together, especially not sexually.

Now you guys finally were able to hang out, alone. Telling him stories from your college as he listens, replying with similar stories, him telling you crazy moments from his fights with Toman. Playing games with him, reading together. But it just got so heated, his loving gaze on you as you read the book and when you finally looked at him back, he pounced.

That’s how it led you guys here, tongues wrapping around each other as saliva drips down your lips. When you final let go for air, panting heavily with your lovesick eyes, he smiles lovingly as he catches his own breath.

“You said you had a bad day?” You asked, tracing his collarbone.

“I already told you about it, I really don’t wanna think about it.” He pouts, already rolling his eyes.

He told you about how annoying this one gang was, the leader trashed his bike terribly. Now it was in Draken’s motor shop in repair, he couldn’t ride it for a week.

“How bout I help you relieve some stress?” You asked innocently. “You always help me…I wanna make you feel good..” you said, your eyes resting. He

He looked confused but then it finally clicked.

“Baby, you don’t have to-“ he started before he got interrupted.

“But I want to, I wanna make you feel good..please~?” You stared at him, with your begging eyes. Oh your eyes, only if you knew how much he adored and admired you.

He nodded slowly. “Please baby, I need you.”

You giggled as you got on top of him, your hips sitting on his. His head looking up at you as you captured his lips again, before trailing your soft lips down his chin, neck, finally his chest. You sat up and clutched the hem of your shirt.

“Do you want me to take it off?” You said, teasingly.

“You really don’t have to.” He said hesitantly.

“Mikey~~” you teased as you giggled.

“Yes please” he begged shamefully. You knew Mikey was good with his words, getting him to beg was always tough, but you knew how to melt him. That’s why he loved you so much, you always challenged him. Which is not something he received often. You smiled as you chucked taking your shirt off, revealing your baby pink bra. The bra stap perfectly falling off your left shoulder.

You smiled as he admired your face, then his eyes traveled down, admiring your goddess-like body. He always knew he hit the jackpot, but now it’s official. He couldn’t help himself as he rose up and kissed you, trailing down your chin, then to your neck. Leaving hickies behind. You let out a soft hum as he continues, nipping your sweet spot, his hands where they were once on your waist were now softly cupping your breast.

He grinds his hips on yours, earning whimpers from you.

“Fuck, I love you so much, baby” he said, his voice muffled from his attacks on your cleavage. You softly scratched your fingers through his messy golden hair. Rewarding yourself with his kisses.

“I l-love you too~” you said. Love honeyed your voice. You were definitely down bad for him. The best part is that so was he….

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Enjoy everyone, sorry I didn’t go all the way. I’m not confident in my NSFW writing skills🫣

[abbotsford]

How Do Motor Body Repairs Affect Your Car’s Resale Value?

When it comes to selling a car, its condition is paramount. One significant factor that influences the resale value is the history of motor body repairs. Whether your car has been involved in an accident or needed cosmetic touch-ups, how these repairs are handled can greatly impact its market value. 

In this blog, let’s explore how Fitzroy Motor Body Repairs affect your car’s resale value and what you can do to ensure that your vehicle maintains its worth.

The Impact of Motor Body Repairs on Resale Value

Perception of Quality and Condition

Potential buyers often perceive cars with visible damage or poorly executed repairs as being less reliable. If a car has had motor body repairs, prospective buyers may question the quality of the repair work and whether there might be underlying issues that are not immediately apparent. 

High-quality repairs that restore the car to its pre-damage condition are less likely to affect resale value negatively compared to substandard repairs that leave visible signs of damage.

Effect on Vehicle History Reports

Vehicle history reports, such as those provided, can reveal a car’s repair history. If a car has been involved in an accident or undergone significant repairs, this information will be available to potential buyers. 

Even if the Panel Beaters Collingwood repairs were professionally done, the fact that the vehicle has been in an accident can lower its resale value. Buyers may be wary of vehicles with such histories, as they may fear hidden issues or diminished structural integrity.

Impact on Warranty and Insurance

Repairs can sometimes affect the warranty status of a vehicle. For example, repairs that involve non-original parts or substandard work might void the manufacturer’s warranty or affect the insurance coverage. 

This can be a red flag for buyers, as they may be concerned about future repair costs or complications. Ensuring that repairs are performed by reputable professionals and using original parts can help mitigate these concerns and preserve the car’s resale value.

Aesthetic and Functional Factors

Aesthetics play a crucial role in a car’s resale value. A well-executed repair job that restores the vehicle’s appearance to its original state can enhance its appeal. Conversely, poor-quality repairs that result in mismatched paint or inconsistent panel gaps can detract from the car’s overall look and reduce its value. 

Additionally, repairs that affect the vehicle’s functionality, such as alignment issues or mechanical problems, can also negatively impact resale value.

Market Trends and Buyer Preferences

Market trends and buyer preferences can influence how motor body repairs affect resale value. In some markets, buyers may place a higher premium on vehicles with a clean repair history and a high level of cosmetic condition. 

How to Preserve Your Car’s Resale Value Through Repairs

Choose a Reputable Repair Shop

Selecting a reputable repair shop is crucial to ensure that your repairs are performed to a high standard. Look for repair shops with positive reviews, certifications, and experience in handling your car’s make and model. A well-regarded shop is more likely to use quality parts and follow industry best practices, which can help maintain your car’s resale value.

Use Original Parts

Whenever possible, use original equipment manufacturer (OEM) parts for repairs. OEM parts are designed to match the car’s original specifications and can help maintain the vehicle’s integrity and value. Aftermarket panel beaters Collingwood parts, while often cheaper, may not always provide the same level of quality and can impact the car’s resale value.

Document the Repairs

Keep detailed records of all repairs and maintenance work performed on your vehicle. This documentation can provide potential buyers with reassurance about the quality of the repairs and the overall condition of the car. Having a complete service history can also help counteract any negative perceptions related to the car’s repair history.

Address Repairs Promptly

Addressing any issues with your vehicle as soon as they arise can prevent minor problems from escalating into more significant issues. Timely repairs can help maintain the car’s condition and value, ensuring that it remains attractive to potential buyers.

Final Words

Motor body repairs play a significant role in determining your car’s resale value. While high-quality repairs can preserve or even enhance the car’s worth, poorly executed repairs or visible damage can detract from its value. 

By choosing a reputable Fitzroy motor body repairs shop, using original parts, documenting repairs, and addressing issues promptly, you can help ensure that your vehicle maintains its resale value and remains appealing to potential buyers. Investing in professional repairs and proper maintenance not only benefits your car's appearance and performance but also maximises its resale potential.

[running-with-kn1ves]

Hi. Can you do yandere female orc x female reader? Possible breeding kink perhaps...... Feel free to ignore me though.

A/N: as soon as I saw this I knew I wanted to do it. didn't know how-- but I was determined to write it. THANK YOU fellow fem orc lover we must band together!! we are a dying group :(.

CW: NSFW, FxF, fingering, breeding, slight exhibitionism, dom mechanic orc girlfriend 

“You make it so hard on purpose, don’t you?”

You buried your nose into the baby blue pillow, torso twisting away from the beast manhandling your body. “You know I’m busy, you know I’m trying to work… And still, you can’t wait. You just need to be bred all hours of the day, huh?”

You can only respond with a guilty muffle, eyes blurred and focused on the half ajar door. 

“Well don’t just whine, give me an answer.” Her fingers inch harder, pulsing against the gentle gumminess of your insides. 

“Yes--” Your voice cracks, eager to respond as she slows just a tad. “I do, I really really do, please--”

“Mmn..” The orc returns to her original pace, enjoying the way your slick coats her fingers so perfectly, your body accommodating to her two fingers as they should; you were made to be taken by her. “And this is all you’re going to get, despite how badly you want it. I don’t have time to properly fill you up… even if I want to.” 

You feel her pace quicken at that, her own huffs growing in succession as the thought enters both your minds, fantasy blurring with reality. 

Your feet hang loosely off the bed and her thighs, ass up in her lap as you desperately try to spread wider, her fingers only shy away from the size of your forearm, pumping into you with precision. A million times she’s done it, and a million times more she’d do it to hear you cry out her name, to feel you grip onto her veiny forearms for support, taking her so deep inside of you it should be considered an art.

You could hear the chatter of those in the front shop waiting for their cars to be fixed, for their keys to be returned, to have the attention of your enticing orc girlfriend. But she was busy right now, allowing the rhythm of your thrusts against her hands and stained jeans distract her from her work.

You knew she only had a 20 minute lunch break, that she had already stopped so many times to kiss you behind a wall of tools and to foreshadow what she was going to do to you that night. And still, it wasn’t enough. You couldn’t stop from bending over her work desk, mere panties and a see-through tanktop on, teasing her while she worked. 

You didn’t think she’d take it so serious, that she’d really try to teach you a lesson while she had customers waiting. But an announcement of her early break and a quick tug at the thin cotton around your hips led you to your shared bedroom, the only area in the house-slash-car repair shop with a minute bit of privacy. Even then, she barely bothered to shut the door.

 Another pair of panties, ripped to shreds from her anger and lust.

“And you know how it drives me crazy, the thought of you being so filled with my cum, your cunt so full you can’t breathe-- and you use it against me!” The orc huffs with a guttural groan-- you can hear her snarl her teeth.

The thought gets her fired up, one hand holding the back of your thigh to help thrust you dramatically in rhythm to her set of fingers. 

You feel like a ragdoll, your hips snapping forward and back as she uses you like a cocksleeve, slipping a third, colossal finger inside of you. 

You can taste the intensity of the stretch, holding onto the pillow and sheets beneath you for support. You can barely keep yourself silent, the nearing of your climax so tantalizing, so deliciously close. 

“Keep quiet,” she huffs, giving a warm slap palmed at your ass to spread you wider. “Can’t let them know, right? Don’t want anybody to hear, how well you take me;.” She leans in close, hot breath and the smell of motor oil filling your senses. “How you’re not going to go anywhere without a pussy full of me tonight.”

Your pleasure-drunken mind wonders heedlessly if its been over 20 minutes, if your girlfriend would dare leave you unfinished, unfilled like this as punishment-- but she keeps going, propping you up to angle herself deeper inside of you. 

And without warning, she slips in a fourth finger, one you didn’t know if you could take. 

“You’re lucky I’m crazy over you, that I’d kill any other bastard that tried to fuck you like this; hah, as if they could!”

You couldn’t help but arch your back at that newfound entrance, touching somewhere you didn’t know could be so blissful. Your mouth leaves the pillow, drooling just slightly and drawing out an achey, stunned moan. 

Your orc girlfriend grabs your hair, shoving you back down into the pillows. 

“Just a bitch in heat-- can’t be bothered to keep herself quiet, can you.” 

You can tell by her tone she’s mildly annoyed, but you don’t care. You’ll take whatever consequences she gives, as long as she keeps herself inside of you, that she’s just as eager to make sure you’re bred and only bred by her. 

But your erratic walls that squeeze around her fingers are suddenly pulsing around nothing. The sound of an alarm fades unceremoniously into your ears, the licks and sucks of sullied fingers overriding it. The sweet sound of them leaving her mouth makes you lift your head in agony. She’s done, she’s done and you haven’t even had half of your fun!

A thick palm squeezes your ass almost to the extent of pain, before throwing you off her lap and onto the wet sheets. 

“Don’t bother me again,” The orc warns, her dark hair still kept in its messy half-up, her clothes in tact except for a few dark stains that can be passed off as paint or oil. “I mean it. Or next time I won’t go so easy on you.” 

You want to argue, to force her hands back on you or into your mouth, but you’re cut off by her stern look. 

“When I get off shift I want you back here, spread open for me. No earlier.”

You try to give a weak “but--” before she walks away, but you’re too late. The door shuts behind her, the grunts of annoyance from customers now dulled behind the door. 

[gpdtla]

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[jollyhunter]

24 Kinky Days with Dean x reader - Day 3.

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW - MDNI! - includes explicit sexual content and mention of sex toy. It's a kinky writing challenge, so expect anything at this point, (nothing freaky, don't worry) but it's a surprise calendar so I won't spoil it! (Also, English is not my native language) Contains brief reference to Dec.1 (Sunshine)

Advent calendar includes: headcanons, snippets, one shots, imagines, blurbs etc.

Words: 900 (blurb and bullet points and a bittersweet-wholesome ending scene)

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A/N: Woop I'm early today! Happy 3rd Advent sweeties! If you want to be tagged for the next parts, just let me know. And tell me what you think! Now enjoy! 🦊

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3rd Dec. - Lights Out

It’s the 3rd December, Dean’s coming back from a repairing session on Baby just to find the light switch of his bunker’s bedroom not working.

“Close the door,” You command in an unusual voice of authority.

Dean’s skeptical at first, the thought of not seeing you is one thing but you know him better than that; what really makes him nervous is the fact that he’ll have no control like this - and that’s exactly your goal.

After a sultry “Come on Dean, today’s my turn to surprise you...” he finally closes the door behind him, plunging the room into complete darkness, “Babe, it’s totally dark in here, I can’t see shit…” he chuckles in mock-annoyance.

“Yeh, that’s the point of the game.” You reply with a mischievous smile on your face, “This’ll make things more interesting again.”

Now that you’ve got Dean’s attention, the thought of not being able to see at all is suddenly strangely arousing to him and he licks his lips before he replies with a warning, “Watch out you little minx, I’m gonna getcha.”

You feel excited and tingling from the lack of visual; the unpredictability and how your senses are heightened.

The sound of your or Dean’s breathing in the silence is the only help in trying to pin-point the others location

The deep and raspy voice of Dean makes you shiver as you try to guess his whereabouts

When he stands close to you, you can feel the heat of his body in the darkness

You feel the air shifting and his presence near you, the slightest change in breath or movement of him feels much more intense than usual

You can hear your own heartbeat increase, hammering in your ears

With your sense of smell heightened, his scent is almost intoxicating

You smell all the different scents that cling to him; worn leather, a hint of whiskey, a faint aroma of musk and sweat, a lingering trace of the cheap motel shampoo from the other day and a mix of motor oil from Baby, gunpowder and rock-salt.

Even though Dean knows your body like the back of his hand by now, he explores your skin with a newfound excitement now that he’s completely reliant on his other senses

You feel Dean’s calloused fingers run over your body, tracing your skin over every inch, slow and deliberate as if he was to map out the smallest detail

The first touch of his fingertips on you leave a trail of goosebumps on your entire body

You’re so hyperaware that every touch to your skin feels like a spark

You feel Dean’s stubbles graze the inside of your thighs, slowly moving upwards

Coordination is a real challenge without seeing anything and you soon find out the hard way that you need to take it slow or one of you will definitely end up knocked out

Dean accidentally knocks his knee into your ribs and you tumble over the edge of the bed with a loud groan as you both hit the ground and he lands on top of you

Dean grunts in pain as you in return give him a blow to the jaw when you jolt your head back - but despite the pain he chuckles in a little strained voice, still amused, “Careful, baby… I need my pretty face for hunting.”

“You wearin’ your pretty little gift, sunshine?” (Are you?) “Ya know, chances are, I’ll end up picking the wrong hole in this darkness,” he jokes huskily, his hands gripping and squeezing your hips as he grinds against you from behind

Every sensation feels like a surprise and ten times more intense as you rub against each other

Dean’s pleading for more as he can’t anticipate any of your next moves and only feels your hot breath on his thighs and cock

Dean moans as loud as ever when your lips just as much as graze the tip of his cock

Dean pulls you back by the foot as you try to hide from him

Dean pins your wrists or ankles down, in a desperate attempt to keep some form of control

Dean’s surprisingly sensual and slow going as he pounds into you, both of his hands constantly running up and down your sides

Dean teases you by stopping mid-motion once every thrust, enjoying the small whimpers of you as you can’t anticipate his next harder thrust that makes you whine and tremble

Meanwhile he maps out your body with wet kisses and tongue swipes while he listens to your smallest change of breath and increasing moans

Time seems to stand still as you both fall over the edge with the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had

The experience leaves both of you dizzy, exhausted and panting as you crawl on top of Dean to rest your head on his chest, his heart beating against your ear.

Snuggled up to his chest, Dean thinks you’ve finally fallen asleep. He strokes your hair gingerly, his chin resting on your head when his features grow pensive and he murmurs against your hair, “Ya know…I’m attracted to you like a moth to light. I’ve always been. That’s why I believe we’ll always find back to each other, even in the darkest times… My own little sunshine.”

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Masterlist of opened windows:

1st Dec. - Sunshine 2nd Dec. - Spell Book 3rd Dec. - Lights Out 4th Dec. - Tickle 5th Dec. - Dirty UNO 6th Dec. - (TBA) 7th Dec. - Candlelight 8th Dec. - Hex Play 9th Dec. - Whip Stroke

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@deaniemyboo @deansjacket @literallylexa

[tj-dragonblade]

[Connect 4 FIC] Shift to Overdrive

Fandom: The Sandman Pairing: Dreamling Rated: E Word Count: 2664 Tags: human AU, rich guy Dream, mechanic Hob, the garage doesn't feature in this one though, sartorial appreciation, oral sex, glass sex toy, anticipation, might count as edging?, nobody's coming just yet, hair pulling, Dream of the Endless is a Horny Little Weasel, Sandman Connect4 2024

Notes: For the @Sandman-Connect4 prompt Willpower - I started this in July while I was finishing Every Nerve Alive; Dream had a LOT of fantasies but this one in particular decided it wanted fulfilling and the Connect4 prompt gave me the perfect excuse to finish it. 🎉 Title taken from Turbo Lover by Judas Priest. Previously in the series, in case AO3 is down: Customer Service With Every Nerve Alive Loyalty Rewards Program

Summary: His beautiful mechanic in a bespoke suit is a tempting vision indeed and Dream is impatient on the limo ride home

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Dream gazes at Hob in his spread-legged sprawl on the seat across from him in the back of the limousine, and he wants.

It has been nearly three months since he waltzed his way into Matthew's Motor Repairs and seduced his beautiful mechanic, three months which have seen them coming together again and again. Their first dinner date had gone splendidly; Hob was indeed just as stunning dressed for a Michelin-starred restaurant as decked out in the grime of his garage and Dream had been more than ready to bend over for him again. His body had not been, however, in light of the use Hob had made of him the day before; Hob had instead sucked him off in the men's room after dinner, which was its own sort of filthy delight.

They have met up again and again, sometimes with no sex involved, but most often ending the date in Dream's bed. Hob has even begun to stay the night, which Dream finds both terrifying and delightful, but mostly convenient. He has restrained himself from lavishing gifts upon Hob at every turn, wary of putting him off, of being too much, but he cannot control the impulse entirely to buy things for Hob simply because he has the means. Their third dinner date had started with a visit to Dream's tailor to choose fabrics and take Hob's measurements; as nice as Hob looked in his own suit Dream knew he would look ten times more so in something tailored specifically to him, something that Dream could provide.

And he had been right. Today they had picked up the finished ensemble, and seeing it on Hob has been absolute torture of the most beautiful kind. It's a slim-fit single-breasted suit of a smoky grey silk-merino blend, notched lapels, side vents, flat-front trousers with no cuff, casually elegant without being overly formal. The shirt is a dark teal silk that complements Hob's skin tone beautifully; he has loosened his perfectly-coordinated grey tie and unbuttoned his collar and the way the clothing sits so perfectly on his body has Dream keyed up, aroused, anticipating.

The glass toy inside him helps nothing—but then, that was rather the point. He had known that Hob in bespoke clothing would fire his libido, that he would be ravenous for his beautiful mechanic after sharing his well-dressed company all evening, and he had ensured his own readiness by wearing the toy from the outset. He imagines Hob will be delighted, incredibly turned on, once he discovers it, and looks forward to making that revelation.

But first, they must get home. They had foregone dessert after dinner, eagerness for each other simmering close to the surface; Dream is thrilled that he can read the want in Hob's body language, the desire that Hob has for him. He is thrilled that they are three months in and Hob still finds him appealing, that Hob has yet to grow bored of him or his appetites.

He is not certain he can wait until they reach home, however, not when he can smell the faint waft of Hob's cologne in the close interior of the limo, not when Hob is sitting across from him with his legs casually spread and his arms stretched along the back of the seat. He's watching Dream with banked heat in those lovely dark eyes and a smile too kind to be called a smirk on his beautiful mouth; he is inviting, appealing, mouthwatering, and Dream finds he does not have the willpower to resist after all.

He pushes out of his own seat with a sultry roll down onto his knees, crawls across the short space between them as Hob's eyes widen.

"Dream?"

"I find myself in want of dessert, after all," Dream declares, pitching his voice low and warm in the way that he has learned makes Hob melt in his mouth, as it were. He places his hands on Hob's spread knees, slides them sensually up the smoky grey fabric of his trousers, of the suit Dream had commissioned specifically for him. He slides them about Hob's hips, tugs marginally. "Come here."

Hob swallows thickly, eyes locked to Dream's, and slouches his hips forward as directed.

"Thank you," Dream purrs, moving to open Hob's belt with precise sensual flicks of his fingers. He can see, feel, how Hob is growing in his trousers and it delights him. This beautiful man is so responsive, to him, so ready for any sexual service Dream might demand. It is heady, exhilarating, intoxicating, and he cannot imagine ever tiring of it.

With Hob's belt undone he moves next to the clasp and the zipper of his trousers, opening them with the same slow sensuality. Hob breathes a trembling sigh as Dream pulls apart the leaves of his fly, noses along the hardening length of him beneath silken teal bikini briefs that match his shirt.

"You smell divine, Hob Gadling," he breathes, against the head of Hob's prick within his underwear, and licks along the same path his nose had taken. The fabric is smooth and sensual against his tongue, and the strangled whimper that dies in Hob's throat when he does this is simply too delicious to pass up. So he does it again, and again, until Hob's underwear is soaked with Dream's saliva and Hob's prick is straining full beneath the wet silk.

"Dream," he pants, heated and breathless, but Dream is only just beginning.

He deftly plucks at the waistband of Hob's underwear, pulling it down enough to free Hob's cock but leaving his balls still contained. Hob is breathing hard and Dream takes a moment to simply admire the picture he makes like this, eyes dark and wanting, lip bitten red amongst the tidy scruff of his beard, prick standing tall in the open fly of his charcoal grey slacks—the slacks Dream had had tailored specifically for him, the dark teal shirttails and underwear framing his groin. A vision. A feast, delectable and tempting, and Dream will not deny himself the pleasure.

He draws the tip of his tongue up the underside of Hob's prick, all the way from base to crown, licking delicately off the end of it, and the desperate sound Hob makes is perfection.

"Delicious," Dream moans, and tilts to run his parted lips sideways up the same path, tongue working between. He is teasing himself in equal measure as Hob, but as much as he wants to swallow Hob down and suck him relentlessly dry, he does still intend to get properly fucked tonight and so he settles for this. He lifts his eyes to Hob's, angled from beneath his lashes, and laps delicately at the head of Hob's prick, mouth open, slow and showy. He dances his tongue in a leisurely waltz down Hob's shaft and back up, curls it lovingly around the drawn-back foreskin, flicks a teasing little lick across the slit. Hob's eyes are molten with want where they hold Dream's, and his arms are rigid in their perfectly-tailored suit jacket along the back of the seat, held taut with the effort of staying still while Dream samples him.

Dream is insanely aroused to have him this way; he is achingly hard in his own trousers, flexing eagerly around the toy inside him, turned on by the soft burr of the car's engine vibrating in the floor beneath his knees and the creak of the leather beneath Hob's fingertips. It is heady, thrilling, to put himself here beween Hob's legs and work him slowly into such a state.

Still, he would have more.

Flickering his tongue in deliberate patterns all over Hob's tip, still holding his eyes, he reaches up for Hob's hands—his strong, beautiful hands whose nail beds will never be quite free of the black stain his work has given them—and guides them to cradle his head, an insistent invitation.

With a whimper Hob strokes his hair back, pets it, combs into it; Dream delves into his slit and Hob's hands grasp tight, fisting into his hair and pulling just right. Dream moans his approval and then, with the prickling pressure at his scalp notching up his own arousal, clenching tight with excitement on the toy inside him, he sinks down onto Hob's cock with relish.

Hob cries out, catches the sound between his teeth and swallows it back, hips flexing abortively beneath Dream's hold. Dream smooths his hands up and down the sleek grey fabric of Hob's thighs, pushes them wider and bobs on his cock with eager relish. He suckles fiercely at the tip, whining hungrily as precome begins to well forth, satisfied little noises rising in his throat to taste Hob's pleasure. Hob's grip in his hair remains firm but Hob's hands tremble, taut with effort, a match for the rigid tension in his thighs as he struggles to keep still while Dream lavishes his prick with all the appreciation and savoring due such a delicacy.

He spends a long moment thus, gliding leisurely up and down on Hob's cock and mewling his muffled pleasure, Hob grunting and panting and trembling stiffly beneath his ardent attentions, and then:

"Dream—Dream, you're gonna make me come, holy shit—"

Dream draws back with reluctance, lets the head of Hob's prick rest against his lips as he purses them into a pout. "I am conflicted," he declares, pleased with the way Hob twitches as the words brush against him. "On the one hand, I want your come, quite badly. The taste of you has whet my appetite and I should like to continue my fervent worship at the altar of your magnificent cock until you spill your sweet offerings into my mouth."

Hob is panting, little whimpering breaths at the teasing brush of Dream's lips and the heat of his words, no doubt. Dream is pleased that Hob's hands remain fisted tight in his hair, exactly as he likes them. "On the other hand" —he shifts, rubs his cheek up and down along Hob's drooling prick before drawing away— "if you come for me now, then you cannot fuck me when we get home. And I am unfortunately desperate for a good hard seeing-to from my favorite bit of rough tonight." He lays his cheek against the inside of Hob's thigh, smearing a trace of pre-come on the smoky grey silk blend, holding Hob's gaze all the while.

Hob is breathing hard and heavy, his work-stained fingers trembling in Dream's hair; clearly he is striving for control. "Whatever you want, sweetheart, do as you please," he manages, suitably breathless. "I'm yours, I'm here for your pleasure, either way."

Oh, this man. Magnificent, in his generosity. Dream absolutely must keep him.

He lifts his head, moves so that his lips are poised to brush against the tip of Hob's prick. "Do not come, Hob."

Hob twitches, full-bodied, cock bumping against Dream's mouth, and the moan that leaves him is thin and reedy. Dream rubs his parted lips softly over the head, smearing precome in his wake, wound tight by the way Hob trembles and holds himself back.

"Tell me if I push you too close," he murmurs, then kisses over Hob's slit, laps at it with delicate little kittenish licks until Hob whines, a broken bitten-off sound, his hands flexing in Dream's hair. They clench and unclench as he pants harshly, his whole body strung taut. Dream backs off to give him reprieve, aware that he is teasing cruelly and equally aware that Hob will neither hold it against him nor find any fault with it, will play the game as Dream has asked simply because Dream asked.

He watches avidly as precome wells fresh in Hob's slit, licks it away as a droplet spills down the underside, Hob's whimper music to his greedy ears. He traces the tip of his tongue up and down Hob's shaft, relishing the sharp pressure where Hob's hands are fisted tight in his hair; he watches avidly as Hob struggles for control, struggles to hold his orgasm because Dream has asked him to.

He must keep this man.

He flexes impatiently around the toy inside him, shifts on his knees so that his slacks draw tighter against his hard cock. He is hungry, his entire body is ravenous for Hob, for the feast at his lips that he has barely sampled. He sucks Hob into his mouth and slides down as far as he can, watches Hob's face as he bobs slowly once, twice. He draws up until only the head remains in his mouth, licking at it delicately with the very end of his tongue, tracing patterns on the glans, teasing along the slit. Hob whimpers, chest heaving in his tailored silk shirt beneath his loosened tie, head tipped back, teeth sunk in his lip and hands tight in Dream's hair, still pulling deliciously exactly right.

Gorgeous—perfect—mine— Dream shivers, feels dampness seeping into his own underwear, clenches again and again on the toy inside him.

He cannot wait to trade it for the cock currently leaking in his mouth.

"Dream—love, please, you've got to stop—" Hob's voice is strained, desperate, but he makes no move to pull Dream back or otherwise enforce his words, clearly trusting Dream to listen; with reluctance, Dream removes his mouth from its pursuits. He is painfully hard in his own trousers, the toy in his arse a luscious tease; he is beyond ready, desperate to have Hob inside him. He is of half a mind to doff his damned clothing and climb into Hob's lap immediately, spread his knees on the leather seats and let Hob seize his hips, bounce him ruthlessly up to his peak and over. The thought of spending himself all over the tailored silk of Hob's shirt is heady, tantalizing, and he wants. He does not know if he can contain it, particularly when Hob's cock is directly before his face, precome seeping steadily from the slit—

The street lamps outside brighten abruptly and Dream glances up and out the window, recognizes his drive as the car slows.

"We are home," he announces, meeting Hob's eyes.

"Oh thank fuck—" Hob lets go of his hair and scrubs trembling hands over his own face unsteadily, breath heaving.

Dream gives one last heavy lick to Hob's cock, lingering over his slit for the taste of his precome and for the strangled noise Hob makes, then draws away and tucks Hob back into his silky teal-green underwear, re-zips his trousers.

Hob is still panting, hands raked through his own hair, eyes closed.

He is beautiful, and Dream cannot stop wanting him.

The car pulls to a stop as Dream retreats gracefully to his own seat, and he hears the driver climb out. He sees the fevered cast of Hob's wide dark eyes as he hastens to order himself before the limo door is opened; he feels the heat of Hob's gaze following him as he exits the car. He imagines Hob's lust like a fire at his back as Hob trails behind, a warm inexorable promise to consume Dream as soon as he allows him close.

Dream knows he is going to be pounced upon as soon as they are inside, railed until he is screaming and given everything he has wanted all night. His body throbs at the thought, well ready to be rid of his toy and filled by Hob instead. They won't even make it up to his bedroom, he is certain of it. Hob will fumble at their clothing with feverish need as they move through the house, shoving aside just enough to get the necessary bits exposed, will discover Dream's toy and relieve him of it, and then Dream will be cast upon Hob's ardent mercies against or over the nearest suitable surface until the fervor they have stoked all night is finally sated.

The walk to his front door has never felt longer.

= Started: 7/24/24 Drafted: 12/4/24 Posted: 12/5/24

[bonebrokebuddy]

@kodedgeekthings eyo you mentioned wanting a dpxdc prompt for Howard, Batman’s mechanic!

Harold misses fixing toys for kids and in his off hours has taken up the habit of answering questions on forums about machining, electrical, engineering, mechanics, and mechanical design that are often frequented by students.

One day, he comes across a request by a college student who is trying to assemble his own car out of scrap he bought from a local wrecking yard.

Ghostly_Boy states that he has previous experience in machining and can make replacements for broken or too-damaged parts if need be, but he doesn’t know where to start and what specific requirements he needs to reach to ensure it’s street legal.

Harold willing to help, he answers a few of Ghostly Boy’s clarifying questions:

- Great questions!

It’s good to note that if you’re not careful, fixing or making your own car from parts can be a moneysink and can cost you more than a brand new vehicle. - That being said, your first major step to ensuring you can drive the car is to get the title of the body/frame of the car you plan to build. It’ll have the VIN on a plate welded to the frame usually near the lower edge of the windshield wipers on the drivers side. It’s how the DMV identifies vehicles for licensing.

- Generally, you’ll at first get a “wreck out” title that shows the vehicle is listed as a total loss, but if you can assemble the parts for the car with that frame, the DMV can check if it’s properly running and road worthy & license for you to use it on public roads if you’ve done the proper paperwork.

- Once that is done, it’s largely a case of getting the right parts and assembling them. Depending on how much you have to repair, you could be taking on a task that could give a challenge to even a seasoned mechanic. There may be additional paperwork depending on what exactly you need to repair, like the breaks, lights, steering, etc.

- If you want to build the car entirely from scratch, chassis and all, that’s an entirely different story with a much more complicated list of requirements to make it street legal, so getting a frame from a junkyard is a great first step!

- Make sure to keep all bills of sale, junkyard receipts, invoices and manufacturers’ certificates on any major parts you used in building the vehicle to prove its road worthy to the DMV when it’s complete!

Harold doesn’t always answer first but over time he’s found the adventures of this kid amusing and keeps up with it.

Ghostly_Boy keeps the forum updated with his progress:

The kid spontaneously deciding to scrap the wiring system and make his own in a span of 3 days, leaving experienced mechanics on the forum practically screaming at the kid for his updates showing him using random wires he salvaged and pigtailing them together to get the length of wire he needed.

Mixing not only multiple types of wires but ones that didn’t have the protection needed for auto use. DIY-ing his own relay and fuses he didn’t have and connecting the wrong grounds and switches. And planning on leaving the wires unwrapped and loose.

Leaving Ghost to promptly redo the wiring, correctly this time, within 78 hours.

Making a repair of a massive rusted hole on the passenger side by the bumper and the front tire via cutting 1/2in past the rust, grinding it pretty and clean, tac & seam welding the vintage aluminum housing material of a toaster to cover the hole to the response of Harold and many others in the forum just going “… I guess that would work?”

Harold and many others telling the kid that this “ectoplasm” material wasn’t cleared through the EPA’s Clear Air Act and could be illegal to drive with it as it’s fuel source unless he got the emissions tested & the center of gravity of the car adjusted to have the center of gravity a gas car has, it wouldn’t pass Federal Motor Vehicle Safety Standards. Nor would the previously untested on material make it easy or quick to get an Emissions testing certificate. Best to just stick with gas.

Removing what he thought was a “skid plate” that turned out to be another rusted out section on the frame on the bottom of his car and repairing it with steel he salvaged from an old medical table he had laying around. (To the multiple slightly confused commenters asking how Ghost had a spare medical table, he replied, “eh, my folks visit every so often and they’ve been giving me things they’re clearing out of the house so they can move closer to my older sister. I just so happened to get the ye olde medical table. They’re an odd couple of folks but that’s why I love them.”)

People just crying at the kid to go to rockauto.com and just buy the damn parts he needs for his car. (A good resource btw)

The kid kept cutting corners to save cash but through the badgering of Harold and many others that he actually would have to spend money to make this car be safe to drive in, he finally got it completed.

Ghost’s post of him leaving DMV waving the updated title to the car in its envelope in the air, titled, “THE DMV FINALLY SAID IT WASN’T A FIRE HAZARD! ONLY TOOK 2 YEARS! THANKS EVERYONE!” Got the most amount of responses he’d ever had with congratulations from lurkers and previous commenters.

Over the course of those two years, Danny learned how to draw his own wiring diagrams, properly solder and weld, and learning to actually plan out his projects so he got it right at least the fifth time instead of the 20th. Not bad for a kid that went straight from graduating high school with a 1.5GPA to construction jobs.

But after finally getting the car approved, Ghostly_Boy returns to the forum with a new problem. Lamenting that his parents keep coming over and “modifying” his car to no longer make it street legal.

At this point, about half of the answers to the submission think it’s either a joke project taken very, very seriously with a good chunk of money behind it, or a kid with parents that have narrowly avoided falling completely down the mad scientist rogue rabbit hole.

After all, what sort of parent would think that the DMV would approve to “anti-ghost missiles” being attached to the outer body of the car? Either way, the submissions always had video attached showing a demonstration, proving that Ghost wasn’t just completely yanking their chain. And a good amount of money would have to be sunken in to not only pay for the fines Ghostly continued to get from the additions to his car, but to actually manufacture and make a unique working product for each plea for help request.

Harold is not only taking notes on some of these defense measures but also decides to bring up the boy to Alfred. Intrigued, they together keep an eye on Ghostly_Boy. Bruce may be their employer, but they can handle a case or two on their own.

- I wanted Danny to try to make smth for himself now that he doesn’t have access to his parent’s lab anymore but he also doesn’t have access to ectoplasm so he’s fairly unfamiliar how to wire things Not for ectoplasmic standards.

Also I wanted to make a prompt where Danny had a good relationship with his parents & went into a fairly realistic job after high school with his fairly bad GPA so he’s saving up for a technical school via construction jobs as he doesn’t like the idea of working fast food for understandable reasons.