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Hii 💕Could you write an angsty fic about 70s Elvis being very jealous and possessive of a girl? Elvis is desperate to have her all to himself because the girl's job might involve interacting with other men or something like that? and wants to teach her a lesson, with gunplay.🖤

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥

⊱ word count: 3,8K

⊱ warnings: dead dove do not eat!, elvis being jealous and possessive, strong language, tiny mention of diet pills, smoking, degradation, gun play, russian roulette, elvis pulls the trigger a few times, murder threats, elvis manhandling reader, sucking on the barrel, dubious content, obviously smut; penetration with a revolver, normal penetration, unprotected sex, dom!elvis, rough sex, hair pulling, spanking, creampie.

⊱ authors note: seriously, read the warnings bc this is a ride, y'all. also i suck at describing guns but whateverrrr. honestly not that angsty, but it's pure filth. hope y'all likeee <333.

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“He’s in the den and he’s pissed.”

You were confused at the words that were flying out of Charlie’s mouth, who had come running to your car as soon as you drove it through the gates of Graceland. Having just finished a six hour shift at the nightclub you worked at, you weren’t in the mood for these shenanigans tonight.

Or rather, this morning, seeing it was five o’clock.

“How pissed are we talking?” You asked as your fiancé’s friend jumped in the passenger seat of your red Chevy Camaro. “And why is he even angry?”

You were aware that when it came to you, Elvis was easily triggered. He was jealous and that jealousy had seemed to grown tenfold over the past year when you’d gotten a job at an upscale club downtown as a hostess, tending to customers which most often involved business men who couldn’t quite handle their liquor.

You didn’t need this job, because Elvis gave you everything you wanted and more, but being a social butterfly, you liked working and being among people. People outside of Elvis’ bubble.

And Elvis was fine with that. Until tonight, it seems.

“We went to the club to come and surprise you- had this whole VIP table booked and everything, but then he saw you talkin’ to some men and he thought one ‘em put his hand on your waist,” Charlie was rambling, not giving himself time to breathe as you slowly drove up the long driveway to the house. “He was ravin’ and rantin’ in the car the entire way home. About how you was cheating on him and all that. I ain’t gonna repeat what he said, but…”

You looked over at Charlie and clench your fingers on the steering wheel, nerves starting to bubble in the pit of your stomach. You were grateful for Charlie not repeating what Elvis had said, because you knew how foul mouthed he could get when he was angry.

In a way, your relationship could be considered unhealthy at times. Toxic.

He was extremely possessive, not even liking it when a man did as much as look your way or breathe a little too loud in your direction. At some points, he didn’t even want you talking to the guys in his private circle and there’s been plenty of times where he would see you crack a joke with Sonny or have a serious conversation about the newest diet pills with Dr. Nick, and he’d absolutely rip into the men. And into you, though he did that in the privacy of your shared bedroom.

Elvis didn’t want to share you with anyone. He loved you so much it had grown into a borderlining obsession and he’d be damned if he would lose you to another man.

He’d be damned if he’d lose you at all.

And you know how much he loves you, because he’d often tell you and shower you with affection and gifts, as it was his way of apologizing for his behavior. You accepted it every single them, because you too love him so much it’s nearly unbearable.

Besides, you never did truly blame him for his behaviour because you could get the same way. You’ve threatened enough girls that got a little too close to him for your liking, but that’s a story for a whole ‘nother time.

“Wish me luck, Charlie.” You sigh deeply as you parked the car by the house, the man next to you jumping out before you could even kill the engine. He leaned down, holding onto the door.

“You got this, Y/N. Just… don’t be too loud.”

At the small grin that broke the slightly panicked facial expression he wore, you knew what he meant and gasped softly. Before you could give him any kind of verbal reaction, he had slammed the door shut and jogged around the white mansion, sneaking in through the backdoor.

Rolling your eyes, you huffed out a sigh and got out of the car to walk into the house to face Elvis. Ready or not.

The house was eerily quiet which means Elvis had sent everyone home or to their respected corners on the property. Taking off your shoes and jacket by the door, you put your purse on the floor and made your way into the den with its exotic styled furniture.

The space was dimly lit but the dark figure sitting in the arm chair in the far corner of the room was as clear as crystal to you. The waterfall wall that your fiancé had installed a few years back was switched off, but you could still make out a few stray droplets dripping down. The smell of tobacco was heavy, a hint of vanilla tickling your senses as Elvis blew out a breath of smoke from his cigarillo.

“Took you long ‘nough,” he spoke up, venom lacing his tongue. “Done whoring around?”

Your feet moved slowly across the moss green carpet, loosely folding your arms underneath your chest as you stood in between the couch and another chair across from him.

You knew he didn’t mean his words and he’d apologize for them later, but something in your heart was telling you this was going to be an interesting morning. And definitely a long one.

“I was at work.”

Elvis looked at you, letting out a bitter laugh as he rolls the brown cigarillo around between his fingertips. That’s when you noticed the white handle revolver laying on his left thigh, arm resting on the chair. “Work..” he scoffs, squinting his eyes at you a little. “Ya mean that place where you lettin’ all those wolves touch ya like a goddamn whore?!”

He was yelling, his voice thundering through the room and sinking straight into your veins. You felt your stomach clench, heart skipping a beat and then butterflies pathetically fluttering in your very core.

It scared you when he got like this, even though you knew he’d never physically hurt you, unless you asked for it. Maybe you weren’t right in the head, but God… he was so hot when he got like this.

“That’s not what my job is about and you know it.”

If there was one thing about you, it was that you like pushing his buttons, especially when he was in a state like this. Elvis knows this and while it only gets him angrier, he likes the part where he makes you slip into submissiveness.

There was a small smile on your face, one that he deemed too cocky for his liking. Seems like you were forgetting who had the upper hand here.

Elvis looks at you, sapphire eyes darkened as he pushed his smoke out in the ash tray next to him. He picked up the gun that had been on his thigh and settles back against the cushioned chair, shoving the hocker that was in front of him aside with his foot. Manspreading, he lets the revolver lazily rest in his hand.

“Get on y’er knees.”

He says it casually, though you didn’t miss the urge in his voice. He wanted you to do as he said and you weren’t willing to do so just yet.

“Or what?” You challenged him, standing there with your arms crossed and a cocky, raised eyebrow. Excitement was starting to crawl its way into your veins, arousal growing and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

Elvis’ jaw clenched as he raised his arm, pointing the lengthy revolver in your direction. His index finger grazed the trigger and although you know he wouldn’t pull it, at least not now, you had no idea if there were even bullets in the thing. Knowing him, there probably was.

“Get on your fuckin’ knees, Y/N.”

This time, the words didn’t come out in such a calm manner. His deep voice and the harsh tone of it made you clench around nothing, surely starting to ruin your panties as you feel yourself growing wetter by the second.

A small grin threatened to break through on his face but he managed to fight against it, watching you slowly get on your hands and knees, the gun still pointing in your direction as he rested the handle on his knee.

“Crawl.”

Yup. You were definitely in for it now.

There was a twinkle of excitement in his eyes as he watches you slowly crawl across the room and into his direction, stopping until you were sitting on your knees in between his spread legs. But he wouldn’t allow you to see his excitement- eyes darkening once more, looking down at you as if you were filth.

He allows you to put your hands on his knees, sliding them up his thighs as he trails the end of the barrel along your cheek, to your jawline.

“I ought’a teach ya a lesson for disrespectin’ me like ya did tonight.” He growls lowly and you shudder at the feeling of the cold silver of the gun against your skin, both your fear and arousal battling each other. They seem to go hand in hand. “God knows what else ya been doin’. You should be happy I haven’t blown your fuckin’ brains out.”

Your hands grip firmly onto his thighs and a gasp tears through your throat as he places the barrel against your temple, his free hand coming down to wrap around your throat.

You know he’d never do what he said, but you couldn’t help yourself from growing hotter at his threats.

“You w-wouldn’t anyways..” You said breathlessly, thighs rubbing together as his hand moves up to your jaw a little, fingertips pressing in your cheeks.

“Big fuckin’ mouth. How ‘bout ya stop that yappin’ and put that mouth to some good use, huh?”

You nearly moaned out loud at his words, but due to the grip he had on your face, all you were capable of was a needy whimper.

He knows this is turning you on, knows how much of a slut you really are for him. He’s been in this situation with you countless of times before and it never fails to get him all riled up, no matter how sick it was.

You feel the barrel of the gun moving down the side of your face, your eyes closing in anticipation as his other hand releases your face and moves down your throat, fingertips trailing between the valley of your breasts before his hand roughly squeezes your left breast through your top. The gun has moved down your neck and over your breasts too, following his hand before he rests it in between his legs, placing it on his crotch with the barrel pointing up.

“Suck it.” He orders, moving his hand in your hair to pull you down a little more. You’re looking straight into the barrel of the lengthy revolver, which you know oh so well. Hell, you were with the man when he bought it a month ago.

Part of you wants to make him even more angry, but you’re painfully aware of the fact that the longer you’d act like a brat, the longer it would take before he’d actually touch you.

You look up at him as you move closer, his grip on your hair letting up, instead caressing some locks behind your ear as you part your lips and wrap them around the gun in his hand. The taste of steel isn’t a pleasant one, but the sight of Elvis smirking down at you is and that’s what gets you so turned on – knowing he was calling the shots here, watching you do exactly as he says.

And when it came to him, you were a people pleaser. Wanted to please him in any way possible, even if that meant sucking off his gun.

You squeeze his thighs, digging your nails softly in the fabric of his pants as you take the barrel in deeper, though careful not to let it touch the back of your throat. Elvis’ finger had moved away from the trigger, which was only evidence to you that he wouldn’t follow up on what he had threatened you with.

You treated the gun as if it was his actual cock, pulling back up to swirl your tongue around the tip of the barrel. One of your hands moved underneath the handle of the weapon, cupping his cock that was straining his pants.

He let you, pushing the revolver deeper into your mouth as he groans lowly. You relaxed your throat as much as possible, squeezing your eyes shut as your hand was rubbing him a little more frantically through his clothes. He stopped you when your fingertips start fumbling with his belt, pulling the barrel back a little only to press the end of it against the inside of your cheek.

This time, his finger rested against the trigger and you whimpered out in slight fear.

“Did I tell ya to do that?”

Drool was spilling out of the corner of your mouth as he kept your mouth forced open due to the gun being in it, and all you could do was whimper and shake your head. You moved your hand away from his bulge and clung onto his arms pathetically. He took the barrel out of your mouth completely, allowing you to speak.

“I’m s-sorry..” You gasped breathlessly, panting softly.

It was truly pathetic how fast the brat inside of you was willing to do whatever he said and wanted, but you were too horny to care.

“Oh, y’er about to show me how sorry ya are.” The smirk on his face was close to devilish and you knew he didn’t mean sorry about what just happened, but about what happened at your job.

Which was nothing, but to Elvis it had been enough to set him off like this. And you weren’t complaining.

Like a good girl, you had stripped yourself from all pieces of your clothing when Elvis ordered you to. Draped over the hocker in front of him on your tummy, you could feel the cold barrel of the gun traveling down your spine.

Your hair hung in front of your face as your head hung low, hands tugging at the carpet and fingers clenching in the greenness of it because you had to have something to hold onto. You were squeezing your thighs together, arousal sticking to the insides of them and Elvis laughs tauntingly as he prodded them open with the revolver, liking how you jumped a little at the touch of steel grazing down your slit.

“Wonder if those fools at your sleazy lil job get ya this wet.” He grumbles behind you, his free hand rubbing rough circles on your ass cheek. You didn’t answer him fast enough, which resulted in a harsh slap to your ass.

You jolted a little, letting out a soft moan as you threw your hair back and looked at him over your shoulder. “N-No.. Only you, Elvis. Only you make me t-this horny.”

He raises an eyebrow and grins, kneading the supple flesh of your ass in his palm. “I hope that’s the God honest truth, honey, because I’ll fuckin’ kill all of ‘em.”

Teeth sinking into your lower lip and your ass sticking out a little more to him, you flutter your eyelashes at him as you moan softly. “You’d do that for me?”

“I’ll do anything for ya, you ought’a know by now.” He growls, caressing the end of the barrel on your clit, rubbing small circles on it. “The question is, what will you do for me?”

“Anything.” The words spill out without hesitation. You’d really do anything for him and he knows it, knows you can’t resist him.

You don’t quite understand the devilish smirk that spreads across his face, until you feel the end of the barrel lingering at your awaiting hole. Widening your eyes, you gasp and squeal softly as he slowly but surely pushes the steel length inside of you. Your hands grip onto the edge of the hocker, the cool slender barrel stretching you open for him to see.

“E-Elvis!” You cry out, clamping your hand over your mouth and the raven haired man is quick to grab your wrist and pull your hand away, pulling your arm behind your back and keeping it there. “Hurts!”

Both your arm being twisted back in such a rough manner and the fact that he was fucking you with a revolver without any prep.

But you wanted this. You asked for it – after all, you know better than to disrespect your man like you have done.

“Good. It should.” He doesn’t even move the barrel that fast, but it has you clenching harshly and your thighs quivering as you braced your toes into the carpet. He holds onto your arm roughly, preventing you from getting away. “s’what two-timin’ whores like you deserve.”

It hurts, and yet it feels so damn good. You liked the danger of it all, the fear mixing with arousal that was overtaking your entire being, making you forget you were even here on earth.

Elvis was thoroughly enjoying himself – watching you moan out in breathless squeals, wiggling and writhing, trying to get away and get the barrel to go deeper at the same time. Despite not wanting to hurt you seriously, he still loved threatening you with doing just that.

You disobeyed when he ordered you several times to keep still and he decided to pour some more fear into you by placing his index finger at the trigger, pulling it.

“There’s only one bullet in here, sweet pea, and I didn’t count so you better keep still.”

You froze in place, eyes widening as you look at him over your shoulder. You didn’t know if he was serious or not, but he was looking at you with a dark expression, brooding eyes boring a hole into you.

Was he truly playing Russian Roulette with your life right now?

You should be terrified at this point and while the fear in your chest intensified, so did your arousal, slick sticking to the barrel as he pulls it out a little.

You figured doing exactly as he says from here on out was your safest option, so you did just that – letting him fuck you with the revolver, you put your head down and bit down into the fabric of the hocker, muffled cries filling the den as you came violently over the coolness of the barrel.

Elvis didn’t give you any time to catch your breath after your orgasm and he’s pulled the gun out of you. You could hear him shuffling closer, his pants dropping before he aligned himself at your previously assaulted hole.

You let out a strangled cry as he pushes inside of you, filling you up to the brim and letting you stretch around his thick girth. You felt him all the way in your stomach and could barely utter a word, trying to keep your breathing as steady as you could. Elvis let go of your arm and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you up against his chest roughly.

Your back arches, the fabric of his shirt feeling like fire against your skin as he starts thrusting into you at a harsh, calculated pace. His arm comes to wrap around your waist to hold you against him, bringing his other hand up to once more press the revolver against your skin. You moan like the whore he’d called you as you feel the end of the barrel poke underneath your chin.

You feel him so deep like this, you can barely think straight.

“You’re gon’ quit that damn job of y’ers and stay right here where ya belong.” He growls as his face presses against the side of yours, his breath hot against your skin as you can smell the hint of tobacco on it. “I’ll be damned if I let ‘nother man even look at ya. Nobody can have ya, darlin’, nobody but me.”

He presses the barrel firmer against your skin and all you can do is roll your eyes back and let out loud strangled moans.

Sorry, Charlie.

“I’m y-yours!” You cry out, knowing he wanted to hear a response. “Only yours!”

“Tell me who ya belong to.”

“You, Elvis! I belong t-to y-you!”

“That’s fuckin’ right.” He grunts animalistically as he unexpectedly pulls the trigger once more, making you let out a soft shriek as you tremble in his arms. “Your life belongs to me, princess.”

It’s the fact that he could possibly blow your brains out right now that has you clenching around his cock so fiercely, his hips falter. He drops the revolver to the floor, unable to hold back any longer and knowing you’re about to scream, he clamps his hand over your mouth as he starts thrusting into you at an ungodly pace.

You grip onto his arms and push your manicured nails into his flesh so deeply that you draw blood, screaming into the palm of his hand as his cock hits your g-spot with every thrust. The angle allow his balls to slap against your clit wildly and your second orgasm of the night washes over you like a tidal wave.

You’re shaking so violently that he has to hold you up, pressed firmly against him so you wouldn’t collapse. Tears running down your face and mascara smudged, you look like an absolute fucked out mess and Elvis grunts and moans as he presses his nose against your temple, filling you up with his load after two more harsh thrusts.

It felt as if your limbs were made of jelly as he lets himself fall back on the chair once he pulled out of you, taking you with him. You weakly settle in his lap, turning around to face him, the both of you panting.

You could see his eyes had softened and he lets out a breathless laugh, smiling at you as he caresses your hair out of your face and brings your face closer to his, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

“I love ya, honey.” He mumbles against your lips and you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing yourself firmer against him.

“Love you more.”

“There ain’t no bullets in that thing,” He admits, a grin raising the corner of his mouth as you pull back and gasp in disbelief at him. “I jus’ needed ya a lil scared.”

Because being scared got you horny, and he knows that.

“Oh, you’re terrible, Elvis,” you laugh softly as you peck his lips and then hide your face in his neck, cuddling up to him. “I’m gonna quit my job. Be a good wife and give you lots of babies.”

He laughs softly and caresses his fingers through your hair, his other arm wound around your waist to keep you close to him. “Good. ’s All I ever wanted, baby.”

You didn’t need a career, didn’t need something to do when Elvis wasn’t around. As soon as the two of you would get married later this year, you’d give him a bunch of beautiful children and be the perfect little housewife.

Perhaps there was nothing for you in the outside world after all, because you had everything you wanted right here, in the bubble of Graceland. In Elvis' bubble, because that's where you belong.

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All a Fantasy | Dean Winchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Hunter!FemReader

Request: Yes from Wattpad.

Synopsis: Reader is under a Djinn's power. Her fantasy life involves one of her best friends.

Warnings: None really. Mentions of supernatural beings. Maybe one swear word.

Word Count: 2,205

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Y/N is cooking breakfast when Dean walks into the kitchen, the smell of bacon and coffee having woken him up from his deep slumber. He gives her a sweet kiss good morning before grabbing himself a mug and filling it with coffee.

Today both of them vowed to take the day off from their jobs. Their work schedules have been hectic over the last few weeks that they haven't had a day off together in three weeks. Dean, a mechanic working in his father's understaffed garage is picking up as many hours as he can without overworking himself and Y/N working as a journalist for the local newspaper, preferring writing over being on tv, found herself covering more than just her own column due to a nasty stomach bug going around the office.

"How'd you sleep?" Y/N asks her husband of 6 years. They started dating when she was 19 and he was 23 but they've known each other since she was five when Bobby Singer and his wife adopted her. Bobby is best friends with Dean's father John. Her and Dean's younger brother, Sam became instant best friends being the same age. Growing up she did have a little crush on Dean but it faded over time. It wasn't until he visited her and Sam in university one weekend that things changed for the two childhood friends. Dean didn't see her as the annoying little girl who is best friends with his baby brother. Instead he saw her as a beautiful young woman who knows what she wants and where she wants to be in life. He fell in love with her hard and fast. They got married three years after they started dating.

"So good. That massage worked amazingly. Best I've slept in weeks," he admits, sitting across from her at the kitchen island while she cooks the last few pieces of bacon. The night before she came home to a romantic dinner and a bubble bath. She repaid his romantic gesture with a back massage which led to something a lot more intimate. Dean isn't big on romance but it doesn't mean he doesn't try to make an effort to be romantic. He can be very romantic when he wants to be.

"I'm glad it worked," she smiles placing the last two strips of bacon onto a plate of food and places it in front of him before grabbing her own plate and sitting next to him.

As they eat they talk about what they should do for the day and agree to putting their phones on silent and going for a drive and seeing where the road will take them, making sure to be back in time for dinner with their parents. Tonight they plan to announce that they are expecting their first child. Sam, who was out of town for work, already knows about the pregnancy. Him and Jess, his wife, were there for lunch when Y/N got the call from her doctor confirming the pregnancy.

Once they finished breakfast, Dean cleaned up the dishes while Y/N got ready for their road trip. She was excited and happy to be spending the day with Dean, no interruptions, relaxing as they take a ride in Baby, the beloved Chevy Impala John gifted him when he graduated high school. Many memories have been made in that car with many more to be made.

When they were both ready, they lock up the house and get into the car, starting their drive out of town.

They'd been driving around for an hour when Dean pulls into the car park of what looks like an abandoned play area. The grass is slightly overgrown like if hasn't been mowed in months, maybe even a year or two. There's a slight chill in the air as they get out of the car and move to sit on the hood. Dean notices her shiver a little and wraps an arm around her shoulders, bringing her in closer to him.

It's quiet, far too quiet for her liking. The only sounds they hear is their own breathing. There are no sounds of birds chirping or any other sound you would hear while out in nature. Y/N finds it a little too eerie but feels perfectly safe in her husbands arms as he holds her close.

Until she hears her name whispered quiet enough to only just be able to hear it. She lifts her head to look around as if she is going to find someone else there. But no one is. She shrugs it off thinking she might've been hearing things.

"You wanna know the exact moment I knew I was in love with you?" Dean asks, bringing her attention back to him. She looks at him slightly confused. He has told her many times about that moment. He mentioned it in his wedding speech.

"Have you been lying about it this whole time," she jokes looking up at him.

"No," he smiles down at her and kisses her, sweetly. Both of them feeling like the luckiest people in the world.

The kiss starts to heat up when Y/N abruptly pulls away from him, hearing her name amongst the wind but it's louder this time and sounds like it's coming from behind her. She can feel the confusion and concern in Dean's gaze as she whips around to see where the voice came from.

"What's wrong?" He questions, his voice matching the look in his eyes.

"You didn't hear that?" She asked.

"Hear what?" Dean asks her.

"I swear someone just called my name," she tells him facing him again, but instead of looking at him, she's still looking around the open field looking for the source of her name being called. "You aren't trying to pull some trick on me, right?"

"I didn't hear anything and I swear I'm not pulling any tricks," he places his hands on her shoulders and pulls her closer trying to reassure her. He didn't know what was happening. "Maybe we should get out of here. It is a little creepy."

She nods agreeing with him and moves to get back into the impala when her name is called once again but this time it sounds from right behind her and it sounds a lot like Dean's voice. She quickly turns on her heel again hoping to catch whoever is there.

Shock fills her when she sees Dean but this Dean is different, aside from the different clothes he's wearing. She looks back to her Dean who doesn't seem shocked but angry and then moves her gaze back to the other Dean.

"Y/N, you need to wake up. None of it is real," the new Dean pleads with her, scaring and confusing her even more. Her eyes fill with tears as she feels as though she is going to faint. She feels as if she's delusional.

"No you don't," her husband Dean speaks up, glaring at the other Dean. "You can stay here, we can have our baby and live the life we both wish and dream of. The normal jobs, the kids, no monsters, not so much death and destruction. This is what you want. We can have it all, baby. Everything you wish for."

Her confused and terrified gaze lands on her husband. "What are you talking about?"

"It isn't real, Y/N." New Dean says again.

"But it can be," her Dean smiles, the look in his eyes loving and reassuring.

Something switches inside of her as if she's remembering a lot of forgotten memories. She sees Dean but it's the Dean who's trying to convince her none of this is real. It's them travelling with his father and his brother, hunting down things that are only written in lore books. She sees Bobby teaching her how to shoot a gun, how to draw a devils trap, and to speak Latin.

"What's happening?" She cries out looking between the two Deans.

"You need to wake up," Dean number two tells her. "It's killing you. The longer you stay there the more the Djinn is feeding off you."

"Djinn?" She says her voice barely above a whisper as images flash in her mind of her entering an abandoned building alone and being captured by something.

"You know you want to stay Y/N. This is after all what you dream about. This is what you want, what you crave. This is your happy ever after. Would you really give this up?" Dean number one questions.

"This isn't real," she replies quietly to herself. "This isn't what I want because it's not real. It's not real."

She closes her eyes hearing Dean call her name but she can't tell which one. Only a few seconds go by before her eyes shoot open and she's gasping for air.

"Hey, hey, hey, breathe," Dean's voice sounds from above her. It's then she notices she's in the real Dean's arms, his eyes are flooded with fright, concern and relief.

Y/N takes a few deep breaths, taking comfort in her closest friends arms. "Dean?"

"I'm here, sweetheart," he continues to reassure her.

"It wasn't real, none of it was real," she says through deep breaths, a part of her grieving for the life she could have if things had been different.

"I know," he continues to hold her and kisses the top of her head.

A loud screech came from another room making the both of them jump. Dean let's her go and stands up before helping her to stand. He takes her hand and they leave the room meeting Sam at the doorway, the younger of the brothers worried look turning to one of relief seeing his best friend alive with only a few bumps and bruises.

"Let's get out of here," the younger man says. Dean and Y/N agrees, nodding their heads and follow Sam out of the building and to the impala.

A few hours later, Y/N and the Winchesters are in a new town, hunkering down in a new hotel room. Sam is out getting food for them while Y/N and Dean are in the bathroom. She's sitting on the counter next to the sink, medical supplies and a bottle of Jack Daniels next to her. She winces as Dean presses a cotton ball dipped in alcohol to the small cut an inch or so above her eye, cleaning off the dried blood.

"Sorry," Dean apologises moving the now stained red cotton ball away from her skin to check the cut. He was glad to see it was shallow enough to not need actual stitches. He puts a dressing over it to keep it clean and prevent it from getting infected before moving on to the bruise that was forming on her left cheek.

"Are you okay?" He asks her noticing she's been awfully quiet since they left the warehouse where the Djinn kept its victims captive.

"Yeah," she nods. "Just remind me to never get caught by a Djinn again. Those assholes really know how to fuck with your head."

He nods his head in agreement, remembering his own encounter with a Djinn. "You want to talk about it?"

She takes a deep breath in and out before shaking her head. "I don't think there's anything to talk about. Hunters don't get to have a life with a marriage, kids and an actual home. They don't get to live their lives oblivious to the monsters in the dark. They don't get normal jobs with normal hours and normal wages. So why bother talking about it?"

"Hey," Dean said gently grasping her chin between his fingers making her look at him before wiping away her tears that she didn't realise were there. "If you really want all that, it's not too late to get out of this lifestyle."

"But it is," she disagrees with him. "I was trained in this lifestyle just as much as you were. I don't know anything other than how we live. And even if I could give this up. I know what's out there and I can't just sit by and let good and innocent people get killed by all those monsters we hunt. If saving people from the unknown means I have to give up my fantasy of us getting married, having our own family and a stable home with stable jobs and all that other apple pie life stuff, then I'll give it all up time and time again."

Dean looks at her with wide surprised eyes. "Your fantasy is us, you and I," his finger points at her before he points it at himself, "getting married and having a family?"

Her eyes go equally as wide and surprised as his when she realises what she said. "I didn't mean us. I meant... I-"

Dean's lips crashing to hers cuts off her rambling and any thought she was trying to come up with. It didn't take long for her to kiss back, her brain registering that this is actually happening.

After what feels like minutes but was only seconds, Dean pulls away but keeps his face close to hers, his lips barely brushing her lips.

"That's my fantasy too," he admits before kissing her again.

#Supernatural x reader #dean winchester x reader

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smutty-ki113r · 1 year

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🍿Ticci Toby 🍿|| Bubble Pop Electric

NSFW||~ One shot x afab gn!reader, includes- slight exhibitionism, virginity loss, mutual masturbation, biting, creampie, minors—dni (3.2k)

Inspired by: Gwen Stefani

“Toby when are you getting here?” you sighed into the phone, twisting the coil with your fingers and leaning against the wall.

“I’ll be there soon, did you pick a place?” He says back, and you can hear the grin in his voice.

You bit your lip and whisper, “drive in movies”. It’s a nice private place, plus, lots of people your age went there, it was a popular date spot. For good reason obviously, in the confined space of your car there was nobody watching.

It was nerve wracking, this plan you were trying to set in motion. Your heart was beating hard against your rib cage, a heat tingling between your legs just at the thought of what was going to happen tonight.

“Perfect, be there in 5” he said, hanging up. The excitement was building up in your stomach, butterflies going wild and flying all over your stomach, or maybe that was just your heart pumping. You went back to your room for last minute touches, red lipstick and perfume.

When you heard the knock on the door you bolted, opening it to find the tall handsome man who was your boyfriend. Messy brown hair that he tried to comb but ultimately failed, a leather jacket, a rose in his hand extended to you and a boyish grin that he wore so perfectly.

You swooned, receiving the rose and stepping out to embrace him. He gave you a swift kiss on the head and a squeeze on your waist that sent a shiver down your spine, “c’mon, movie starts at 8:00pm” he flashed his watch at you, it was 7:45pm.

He opened the door to his convertible red 1969 Chevy Camaro for you, closing the door and getting in himself. Speeding off towards the drive in theater with an arm over your shoulders.

You looked forward and saw that gorgeous fall sunset, the orange light illuminating his fair skin and the metal lining of the car. The cool air on your cheeks, making you blush, your hair whipping back.

Once you arrived, he paid the 25 cents entrance fee and found a spot near the back, just in time too. They were already playing the credits, soon the movie would start. He made a run for the popcorn stand and got a bucket for the both of you, some candy and soda.

He put the cover back on the car in case it rained, and to give you that extra ounce of heat and privacy, that combined with the dark sky and everybody focused on the movie was heavenly, it was a perfect night.

You gave him a kiss on the cheek and snuggled up close to him as the movie started. At first you were sort of invested, eating some popcorn and sharing soda with him, leaning your head against his shoulder.

He gave you his jacket, draping it over you so you wouldn’t be cold. You cozied up to him and pressed your nose to the leather, it smelled like him too. A soft smile made it’s way to your lips as the picture opened it’s first scene. He glanced at you and sighed happily, you were the epitome of beauty to him.

Toby’s arm around you, protectively holding you as if someone might steal you away, there was no movie moment more perfect than this one. It was pure bliss.

His hand found yours, intertwining with your fingers and playing with you. Resting his hand firmly on your thigh and stroking it softly. You threw him a stare but he was focused on the movie apparently. He was flirty this way, and it drove you mad; because he would insist that he was just fidgeting, but this was not just a quirk.

You gave a little huff, not loud or nearly desperate enough for him to give you what you wanted. He kept squeezing, kept stroking and getting closer to your inner thighs. Your mind couldn’t help but wander off to a fantasy of him fucking you into the backseat, his heated kisses muffling your moans, his hands touching every part of you, and thats exactly what he was aiming to do.

“Toby” you whined, giving him these big puppy dog eyes. He gave you a mischievous smile.

“What?!” He asked, his eyes bright as they trained on you.

“You’re doing that thing again” you sighed, motioning to his hand and the way he was caressing your skin.

“Oh, am I?” He asked. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked, knowing you would cry out ‘no’. It was pure evil, falling right into his hands, he just loved to hear you beg, loved to hear you plead for him to give you what you needed. “What do you want babe?”

It was a set up, there was no way it wasn’t. But you couldn’t stop yourself from doing exactly what he wanted. “Toby…” you grumbled, “fuck you always make this so hard” you stressed. “I want you” you pleaded, your cheeks tinted red at the lewd implication of the words coming out of your mouth.

He gave a coy smile, kissing your lips first deeply, kissing your neck in its soft spot next. His hand sliding further up your thighs till he reached the flesh of your intimate area. Switching hands so he could put his arm around you again, and use the other to reach you better.

His eyes remained on the movie, as if it were just a simple activity to pass the time, while his fingers moved slowly on your cunt. Rubbing you through the cloth of your panties. You had to spread your legs to give him more access, it was embarrassing, but he liked that.

Toby had on a little smirk, his hand up your skirt, rubbing circles around your clit. Your legs spread like that, him acting like nothing was happening. The fact that he was restraining that ounce of pleasure you craved so desperately.

You begged, a soft “please” coming from your trembling lips. That- he couldnt resist. His fingers slipping in between your panties to feel your soaked cunt. He let out a grunt at the feeling, it was so tight when he carefully let a finger in.

Toby imagined the delight of your pussy wrapped around him, hot and wet and squeezing his cock like a vice. The two of you had never gone that far before, just oral and grinding on eachother till he came in his pants and you were throbbing in yours.

“How does it feel baby?” He asked, his throat tight, his entire body heated with the desire to take you right then and right there. He had to seriously restrain himself, his cock straining painfully in his jeans.

Your eyes were hazy, brows furrowed in a lewd expression. Answering his question even though his fingers were knuckle deep in your hole. “So good- don’t stop Toby”

That was all it took to bring his full attention to you again, his lips parted slightly as they pressed against yours. Moving in tandem and holding the back of your head to guide you while he tasted you. Putting in a second finger to stretch you out, to make sure he reached those gushy parts you that made you squeal.

“Fuck” he cursed, “did I really make you this wet?” He asked, watching you nod your head quickly and hold space just enough to touch the tip of his nose with your own. Heavy, hot breaths colliding in the air between you.

Toby was infatuated, his cock hard and pressing against the cloth of his pants, begging to be released. You reached over to stroke him through the cloth, his face was one of warning, if you kept at that, he was going to lose all control.

It was tempting, but you just continued touching him lightly. It was like bliss, both of you touching each other. “Fuck I love it when you do that” he panted. Sneaking in a third finger and watching your expression as he pumped his digits in and out of you.

Your heart almost exploded watching a group of people pass by the side of your car, you almost wouldn’t have noticed if they hadn’t been laughing so hard. Instinctively closing your legs around his hand and squeezing, eyes following them nervously even though they weren’t even paying attention.

Toby gave a little grunt as your hand rested over his budge, his eyes focused on the movie, as if he could ever be focused on that screen and not on you.

“Someone could see” you whispered, “this is risky”, but you didn’t move your hand away, you didn’t want to.

He smirked mischievously, his gaze glowing in the dimly lit car as he watched you. “Thats what makes it exciting” he almost panted, so fucking horny for you, his hands twitching to touch you and his cock begging to be buried inside of you. You couldn’t disagree with that smile, you melted at every word.

Deciding to make big moves and undo the zipper on his pants, his breath hitched but he steadied, rubbing your clit in gentle circles while you fished him out and started stroking him. He was girthy, your hand didn’t wrap all the way around him, you shivered at the thought of him inside you.

It was all so lewd, sitting shotgun and leaned back with his fingers inside of you and your hand around his cock. His chest rising and falling unsteadily and both of you watching the movie, neither of you paying attention. The dialogue of the motion picture background to your fast paced breaths concealed in the safety of his car.

You were beet red, hair messy, too nervous to ask him to move into the backseat. He could sense your tension, asking if you were comfortable. The man was always so considerate, picking up on when you wanted or needed something.

You motioned to the back and he took the hint, shoving himself back in his pants while he moved to the back and pat the seat to encourage you to come to him.

Already your head was fuzzy, but now he had you laid down on his leather seats and things were being taken to the next level. “Toby” you whispered, looking up and catching his face in your hands, “I think tonight is the night”

He gave a sharp inhale and asked “really?”, you laughed at his ability to hold in eagerness, but it was true, he had never pushed you, he waited till you were okay and actually wanted it, till you craved it like he did.

“Yes” you giggled, watching him bury his head in your neck so he could start kissing again. His hair in your face, you could smell his shampoo, it was cinnamon spice.

“I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good babe” he growled, his hands twitching as he started grabbing every part of available skin. “I’ve gotta stretch you out first, so you can take me”

You were throbbing at his dirty talk, excited for all the things he said he would do. His forehead pressed to yours once again so he could look in your eyes while he slid two fingers in again. Your cunt making wet noises that combined with your lewd expressions were driving him crazy.

“You’re so fucking tight” he cursed, “I can’t wait to be inside you, to feel you”

You were choking on your words, there was so much you wanted to say, but it wouldn’t come out. You were too caught up in the moment, too enamorated with the absolute man on top of you. “I’m ready” you managed to get out, “I need you”

Toby said nothing, taking out his throbbing cock once again. He was pulsing with unimaginable desire, one only you could satisfy. He hovered over you, rubbing your clit with his tip just to tease you, and to calm some of your nerves. He edged it on your opening, waiting for your consent.

His hands found yours again, intertwining fingers and squeezing tight to let you know he appreciated you and wasn’t going to let you go. “I think I’m in love with you” you breathed out, his face of pure joy and delight was the best reaction you could have imagined.

“I love you too” he responded, “let me show you how much I do” he breathed, another hand on your hip to guide you while he slid the first few inches in and watched your face contort as you struggled to take him.

You were panting, your body on fire from his delicate touches. “I need you to fill me” you gasped, pulsing around him and milking him. With your simple plead he couldn’t refuse, he had to satisfy you; bottoming out till his balls pressed against your ass.

“Oh fuck” he cursed under his breath, his lips parted as he leaned in and pressed impatient kisses on your neck, sucking and leaving marks, nibbling while he rolled his hips out and back in to adjust to a pace that would be comfortable for you. You whined softly in his ear at him stretching you out.

“Yeah just like that” he said in between kisses, his grip on you so furious he was sure to leave marks. His unruly hair now more unkempt than before, cascading over his face when he looked down at you taking his cock deep inside your wet pussy.

His tip pressing into the farthest bits of you and his length rubbing against your walls, making you all sensitive. Your body reacting just as he needed, arching into him. His thrusts speeding up just because he was so needy, his noises uncontainable except for when he was kissing your skin.

His teeth pulling at your bottom lip and almost drawing blood, his gentleness was fading as he got more and more lost to the rabbit hole of pleasure you provided him with. He wanted to fuck you until you couldn’t speak and your legs were shaking. “Oh Toby-“ you cried.

Your brows furrowed and your face faded in an expression of pure ecstasy, the way his hips were slamming against you reminding you that you were in public and could be caught red handed any minute.

“People might hear” you whispered in his ear, telling him with the last bit of your sanity. Truth is he was fucking you so hard the car moving was already a giveaway. His expression showed just a hint of deviance, the rest of his face was lust and determination.

“Let them” He growled as he bit you again, “I don’t give a shit” he admitted, too far gone to think about consequences. “Want them to know you’re mine” he panted, pulling you towards him so he could feel every bit of you, “only mine” he said possessively, his tone low with warning.

His body was so perfectly connected with yours, you felt so sensitive in places you had never even considered before, your inner thighs where his hands traced you shakily before gripping; your neck that he was busy abusing. It was almost over stimulating, to feel him mold himself into your hole.

But you were in so much bliss, the way he split you in two was too delicious to overthink. “Oh- oh~” you cried, eyes shut and legs wrapped tight around him, if he kept going just like this you would cum soon. You tried to let him know, to warm him- but it all came out like jumbled groans and whimpers. All you managed was “I- I-m gonna”

Toby, who was whispering nonsense while he pounded you, disregarded your noises, it was all too much for him, your body so warm and delightful. He was already lost to your pleasure, mumbling out “tight- tight- so fucking tight-“, his hands gripping your ass, balls heavy while they slapped against your cunt.

You couldnt take it any longer, feeling yourself reach a thrilling peak, squeezing his girthy cock in pulses. To which he kept cursing, his expression read only as divine satisfaction. “That’s right- just let yourself go” he managed to praise before he completely lost his cool.

Your body limp in his strong arms, he held you up, supporting you and keeping you safe. You had never felt more secure than tangled in the backseat of his car with his dick hilted inside of you. While you rode out your orgasm he pressed against the small of your back and switched positions.

He was sitting up, you on his lap facing him, his cock still stretching out your pretty wet pussy. “Rest against me babe” he said, taking a slight breather and letting you lean your forehead against his. Looking deep in his dark eyes, your face flushed and your lip open. Toby didn’t hesitate to kiss it, his own lips parted in whispers and praises that he muttered in between displays of affection.

You were too tired, trying to grind and ride him, his hands soft on your ass to guide you. “It’s okay” he said, “let me” his legs spread slightly to buck up and fill your slutty little cunt with his shaft. You moaned and cried out his name, to which he only went harder.

“I’m gonna fill you up” he said, “gonna fill you up with my cum, my pretty little baby” he said, his hips rolling up and his tip reaching your cervix. Pressing into all the most delicious places. “Oh fuck”, the sounds you were making together were so lewd, breaths intertwined in the heat between you.

His composure faltering and his hips bucking wildly until he pulled you down, his arms hugging you so tightly while he cried your name and spilled deep in you. His hot cum filling you up, it was so much but you took it, panting and kissing him once again while he twitched inside of you. Your tight pussy milking out every drop of him.

“You did so good for me” he said, catching his breath and moving your hair out of your face so he could look at you. The most gorgeous thing in the world, he wanted to see you while you still took his cock inside of him. You almost couldnt believe he had just popped your cherry in the backseat.

“That’s my pretty baby” he caressed your cheek, kissing it swiftly. You saw that big grin return to his face, he was going to be teasing you now, “giving me all your love in the backseat”

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k-marzolf · 10 months

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Diet Mountain Dew.

Neighbors to lovers, mechanic!Billy, reader is thirsty, Billy is cocky, kissing, fluff, fem!reader.

1,284 words.

It started where you’d come by, and help give him tools, “Here, Mister Russo.” You’d say, sweetly.

And if he said he didn’t imagine you calling him Mister Russo in different circumstances, he’d be lying.

You smiled, pushing up your large glasses, as though you knew, twirling the tools in your hand, and blowing bubbles with your gum, and changing his radio station to country music of all things.

He turned it back to rock, and you popped another bubble. “I was listening to that.”

“I don’t care. My garage, my music.” He said, lifting the hood of the car.

“You’re kind of an asshole, aren’t you?”

“Took you long enough to figure it out.” He smirked over his shoulder.

You rolled your eyes.

One day he was getting ready to leave when you popped your gum, blowing another bubble, waiting for him to take you home in the cold weather. You often popped into your neighbor's work to chat with him, while you waited for him to get off work. His business was near the bookstore where you worked, and he’d drive you home every day so you didn’t have to walk home with your bad knee, especially with winter right around the corner.

He wiped his hand off of the grease on an old cloth, “Need a ride home?”

You smiled softly, “Yes, Mister Russo.” And then popped your gum again.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back. “You pop that gum one more time, we’re gonna have a problem.” He said, baring his teeth.

You blew a bubble, popping it.

The audacity.

He growled, kissing you hard, pushing into your mouth, knocking your glasses askew, and making you gasp. He pulled back, with your gum in his mouth, and spit it out in the trash.

“I wasn’t done chewing.” You said indignant.

“You are now, baby.” He smirked, closing the garage down.

You followed him with your cane, “Asshole.”

Billy watched you apply your chapstick that was root beer flavored while he took a wheel off a car. “That actually work, or does it just taste good?”

You huffed, “It works.” You blotted your lips. “Wanna taste, Mister Russo?” You teased, puckering up.

He held up his can of soda, “I’m good.”

You sighed, “Too bad. I would have given you a kiss for a dollar.” You teased lightly.

“Jesus, in my day it was fifty cents.” He teased back.

“I’m expensive.” You laughed.

Billy huffed, “Clearly.”

You stood in the hall outside your neighbor’s apartment with your cane, knocking on his door. Your leg ached.

He opened it, “Yeah?” He asked admiring you in your sweater dress, the way your hair was done up nice. He wanted to brush it, and play with it.

“My stove won’t work.” You said softly. “Can you come look at it?” You asked, pushing your glasses up, your sweater sleeves too long for your arms, and hung over your hands a little.

“For a dollar.” He grinned, laughing, when you hit arm.

You ate chocolates, while he bent over your stove, looking at it and mumbling to himself.

You admired him in his tight dark jeans and green sweater. You may or may not have found things around your apartment wrong, just so he’d come over. So you wouldn’t have to be alone. Always alone, friends were hard to come by being disabled. You slowed them down.

You were too shy to ask him to have a movie night or something. And sometimes you just wanted to sit and read a book with your feet in his lap, while he read his own book, enjoying each other's company.

And he caught you at it, too. “You want me to come over, baby, I will. Don’t need an excuse to see a pretty girl.”

Your cheeks heated, and he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

You sat there in his work garage watching him work on some old Chevy or something, you were terrible with cars, admiring how his sweater slid up exposing his naval and the little patch of hair there, you twirled a wrench or whatever it was, in your hand itching to touch him.

You pressed your thighs together, as he slid out from underneath the car, hands looking greasy, his sweater pulled up around his elbows. You imagined him staining your thighs with his handprints as he kissed you.

You imagined running your fingers through his soft hair, always slicked back and faded on the sides, before pulling on it while he kissed you, probably tasting like the soda he drank. And then you imagined pulling on his hair for an entirely different reason.

He looked over at you, smirking as he sipped his soda, fingers stained from working on the car. Uh oh. He must have noticed you gawking. He rolled over to you, sitting at your level on the thing he’d rolled under the car with (you were at a loss for the terminology), in his maroon sweater and black jeans.

“Want somethin’, baby?” Billy asked, looking cocky.

“No.” You said, shyly.

“No?” Billy asked, smiling growing. He leaned closer, and you instinctively leaned in too. “Gotta be a good girl and ask for what you want.” He teased you.

“Mister Russo, you’re being an asshole.” You whined, seriously considering whacking him on the head with the wrench-thingy.

He laughed; “I think we both already know I’m an asshole.” He said, booping you on the nose with his dirty fingers.

“Can I have a kiss?” You asked, sweetly. “I helped give you tools all day. Froze my leg off here.” You said, patting your leg.

“For a dollar.” He smirked.

You glared, “Fine, I’ll just kiss Paul down the hall.”

Billy huffed, “You think mama’s boy can kiss you right?” Billy asked, rolling closer.

God, he was being an asshole, but Paul was a mama’s boy. He did nothing without his mother’s help.

“Mister Russo.” You whined, “Don’t you wanna taste the root beer on my lips?”

“C’mere.” Billy hummed, and you leaned into him eagerly. He kissed you this time, making your insides melt, his fingers touching your thighs making you sigh. He gripped them, and yanked you closer, careful of your bad leg.

You gasped into his mouth, tasting Diet Mountain Dew on him. The feel of his tongue sliding against yours had desire licking at your insides.

You pulled on his hair roughly, making him groan into your mouth, and an ache built between your thighs.

He pulled back kissing you once, twice, three times before nudging you with his nose. “You taste real sweet, baby. Better than root beer.” He husked.

And then you looked down to see your legs stained with grease, and oil. You grinned inwardly, that had been your intention all along.

“Sorry, baby.” He said, not sounding sorry at all.

You giggled, “Next time I bake, I’m getting flour all over you.” You threatened.

Billy grinned.

God, you made work go by easily.

Later after he drove you home, you shyly invited him into your apartment, and you both ended up on your couch, you laying back, with him laying between your thighs, chin resting on your stomach while you played with his hair, listening to an audiobook.

He looked like a lazy cat, enjoying petting from his favorite human. His eyes were hooded as he watched you, feeling wanted after a childhood unwanted in the group home.

For the first time, you didn’t feel like a burden, alone with only the characters in your books to keep you company.

You didn’t know what you and Billy were, but you were content to let it unfold.

Tags; @idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack @firexfate @aoi-targaryen

#billy russo #billy russo x reader

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trashbag-baby666 · 5 months

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A series of hs au random HC’s because I don’t know where else to put them! I hope y’all enjoy!!! MOTA Masterlist!

•Hammys favorite snack is Spam

•Gale drives a tan Chevy equinox, it’s a lesbian car he has I drive a lesbian car energy.

•John carys around his ‘murse’ as he calls it. It’s literally just a Nicki Minaj tote bag Gale got him for his birthday.

•what’s in John’s murse? I’m glad you asked!

•He’s got a variety of fidgets, period products, those hard strawberry candy’s, gum, he has like a handful of gel pens in there for some reason, and whatever else the guys ask him to carry lmao.

•When Gale adopted Meatball from the shelter he refused to part with this duck toy. (John named it Gary) but now it’s ratty and has holes and barely any stuffing left but Meatball won’t let them get rid of Gary.

•Gales little sisters, Addy and Zoe are in the same fourth grade class as Curt’s little brother sawyer and Brady’s sister Joss. (The friend group pt. 2)

•John has an excessively large stuffed animal collection.

•Bubbles is a claw machine GOD.

•Bubbles is in Boy Scouts and throughly enjoys outdoor activities.

•Croz…not so much but he comes along because he wants to spend time with his boyfriend.

•Dougie works at a pizza place and says he’s going to play papas pizzeria everytime he goes to work.

•John works at Walmart. I don’t know I can close my eyes and see him in that blue vest.

•He’s seen a thing or five working there.

•Brady and Gale work at a grocery store together.

#masters of the air #mota #mota headcanons #mota hs au #john egan #gale cleven #hambone hamilton #john brady #james douglass #meatball mota #harry crosby #bubbles payne #bubbles x crosby #crubbles #clegan

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thechurchofsplatterdaysaints · 3 months

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I collect pink vehicles. Mostly matchbox/hot wheels but anything that moves me. This is a Japanese knock off of a 68 Hot Wheels Deora redline. It has a lil motorcycle it can haul in the bed.

Trucks need to be big and blocky ('85 Chevy K10) or big and bubbly ('74 F250) and always with a lift kit and huge tires. (cue Real American and think of Hogan shredding)

GUYS! You are looking at the owner of every mf PRIDE FC event!! Going to gorge myself on violence. Couldn't come a moment too soon with UFC sucking so many balls lately. (ok always)

Just enough time to post and GRIND! And it better fucking rule or I know a dj who has an appointment with my elbow. and a flaming chair. and a nail bat. *shit eating grin*

scanning, drinking, smoking, grinding.

#personal #love you told youuuu

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tenderlysharpmidain · 2 years

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The Bubbles/Sheno1990

chevy silverado classic 1950's automobile engine vintage beautiful stunning luxury one-of-a-kind vintage shinny rims sunset

midjourney

#midjourney

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darkimpala1897 · 5 months

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I'm currently doing a storm chaser Au for MOTA, I posted my three part today, so I just wanted to drop some lore slash headcanons

1. Bucky was adopted at age seven by Jack and Chick, he doesn't call them his dads. He calls them his weird uncles.

2. Buckys parents were killed by a tornado.

3. Bucky has been chasing tornados since he was a kid.

4. Bucky and Buck are married, but currently divorcing. But also at the same time not really.

5. Curt and Dickie have been married since the dinosaurs.

6. DeMarco is engaged to Brady, Meatball is their son.

7. Bubbles and Crosby are married duh.

8. Douglass and Hambone have been dating forever.

9. Helen and Nash are married.

10. Quinn is in a situationship with Bailey and Babyface, I can't even explain it.

11. Ken is married to Winks, they have a son named Sammy.

12. Sammy was carried by Helen, but she is not biologically his mother.

13. Meatball was found in what was left of a barn, he was just a puppy.

14. Helen is the only one with her life together, she's a sex therapist, which Nash finds hilarious.

12. Ken and Winks are farmhands slash mechanics, that live on Jack and Chicks farm.

13. Everyone lives in Jack and Chicks basement.

14. They live in Wakita Oklahoma.

15. Nobodys car dates past 1996 is a running joke between everyone when in reality its like 1990.

16. Hambone is the human barometer.

17. Croz is the navigator, he has a whole a conniption if Bubbles folds the maps.

18. DeMarco drives a retired school bus, for some reason well drunk DeMarco put where it use to say school, it says "Burrito Barn" now. He doesn't know either.

19. Bucky drives a blue 1983 GMC Vandura with a unicorn painted on both sides.

20. Ken painted the unicorns on Buckys van.

21. Curt and Dickie drive a black 1989 Chevrolet Suburban, it's nickname is "The Beast"

22. The Beast has been put back together four times now, the most severe incident was a cell tower piece through the windshield.

23. Bubbles and Croz drive a 1982 Ford F-150.

24. Douglass and Hambone drive a 1983 Ford LTD Country Squire, Hammy calls it "The Boat" or "The Wagon" depending on the day.

25. Douglass loves to drift his Squire, which is not good for it.

26. Rosies drives a 1985 Chevrolet Chevy Van, it has utility lights on it, Bucky calls it "The Boring Van"

27. Helen and Nash drive a 1975 Chevrolet K-10.

28. Bucky is the resident idiot of the group.

29. Rosies operates all the fancy equipment, and the cameras for obvious reasons.

30. They have a YouTube channel, which is called the Windy 100th. Rosie thought of it because he was a history major.

31. Their YouTube channel isn't that popular, but it's more about them having fun then anything.

32. Curt and Brady do audio, they have the best ears.

33. Smokey is their doctor, but he is a registered wackadoodle.

34. Smokey drives this hideous green 1990 Crown Victoria it belongs to Stormy, though he pretends not to own it for obvious reasons.

35. Instead of Brady yelling "Son of a bitch, that's France! He's yelled "Son Of Bitch, that's the tornado." He nearly died that day.

36. Brady just owns a baseball helmet for some reason.

37. Hambone is called Hambone because he literally got smacked by a flying pig.

38. Babyface is called Babyface, because for some reason he keeps getting smacked in the head by babydolls.

39. Stormy is an actual meteorologist, that just helps out the group. So he slightly has his life together.

40. Ken owns a flatbed tow truck for obvious reasons, but he normally drives a 1977 GMC C-15 which he shares with Winks.

41. Buck owns a 1984 Jeep Wagoneer.

42. All of them met in college well studying you guessed it weather.

43. Rosie knows Oklahoma by heart, he sings with Smokey.

44. DeMarco loves rock music, he blasts it on drives through speakers on his bus.

45. Douglass loves classical music.

46. All of them are amazing drivers which is surprising considering.

47. Chick is the one who cooks, Jack bakes and makes pretty much everything.

48. Jack makes wind chimes that he sells.

49. The only one to ever have seen an F5 was Bucky, its what killed his parents.

50. Bucky thinks he's the leader, but it's actually Rosie.

That's it, that's lore for the Windy 100th aka Storm Chaser AU.

#masters of the air #headcanon #gale buck cleven #john bucky egan #harry crosby #howard hambone hamilton #buck x bucky #joseph bubbles payne #Mota storm chaser Au #everyone is gay #except Helen and Nash #bubbles x crosby #crubbles

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Radiant Hope Blurr and Hot Rods backstory

Been working on designs but robots are hard! So here’s Radiant Hope Hot Rod & Blurrs backstory- Its a bit rushed/quickly wrote but I find accidentally mistaken as giant fae twins funny

So let us start backwards in time, many many years ago when the Decepticons first reached our solar system they discovered Earth. Believing there was no sentient life on the planet the Decepticons made an attempt to cyberform the young planet to make it their new home. However only a small piece of land was cyberformed before their ship was sent barreling into the ocean, locking everyone in stasis for millions of years, just as the Autobots were lost to the desert.

Years passed, extinctions occurred, and early humanity arose in this time. It seemed the world was left unaware of the metallic scar that ran down its body. Yet life would find a way, a pulse of energy flowed through the cyberformed land and a pool of liquid metal bubbled to the surface in that moment a spark formed then split into two birthing the first Earth born transformers.

They were protoforms, soft shades of silver with blue biolights, their limbs long and a bit too big for their bodies with giant unblinking optics. The two to an extent knew what they were, who they were, and where they were from. They also knew they weren’t where they were supposed to be.

Unmonitored and with no way to scan an altmode the protoforms roamed Earth, watching early humans from afar blissfully unaware they had been the origin point of multiple folktales.

They’d learn human language, and call out to humans in the woods only to scurry away as they both found it funny. Though at some points they’d actually pick up and examine the humans who got too close, they didn’t really understand why the small organisms feared them but they’d always set them back down and watch them run away leaving them quite curious of the little beings they lived amongst.

Sometimes they’d wait until the fall of night to approach human villages standing in their fields. They wouldn’t do anything just people watch, unaware of the fear they created. After all, seeing twenty something foot tall black figures in the distance with shining eyes was terrifying. Sometimes they’d help humans, clearing debris after storms when they were asleep or moving boulders and scooping up flood water. Sometimes they’d eventually interact with humans who saw them as fae like giants due to their prankster yet kind nature.

However some humans feared them to the point if violence and they’d flee once things got intense.

They’d continue their lives running around in the woods, until 1885 where they’d discover their first altmodes, both them being motorwagens. Now able to hide in plain sight they absorbed more and more human culture. With the ability to walk amongst humans they traveled further and further picking up more human languages. (Yes Hot Rod knows French)

Things would continue like this until one day the boys snuck on a boat desiring the cross the ocean. Now in the U.S they’d mimic American cars the shorter one who had a large crest on his head took the shape of a

'85 Pontiac J2000 leaving him beautiful blues while the one with vestigial wings took the form of a bright orange and yellow 1982 Chevy Nova.

The two eventually ended up in Nevada and came across the crashed Teletran-1 and they’d accidentally reactivated the ship bringing the Autobots out of stasis. Realizing they were born on Earth and knew nothing of their home Optimus took the twins in, asking their names they revealed themselves as Blurr and Hot Rod. They two basically became Optimus kids just as Bee had in the past.

They’d be taught about Cybertron and the war, and would eventually aid in the battle for Earth until the war ended peacefully in 2003.

Not detailed or anything but yup! Accidentally wrote in history as fae amongst Europe Blurr and Hot Rod lmao.

#transformers #maccadams #maccadam #hot rod #blurr #transformers blurr #transformers hot rod #fan iteration #radiant hope blurr #radiant hope hot rod

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Leather Jacket

Pairings: past Sam x Jess, Sam x Reader, Jody x Bobby Word count: 1,875 Warnings: Character death

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“Momma!” You called out, walking in the front door to what had been your childhood home. “We’re here!” Your boyfriend came in behind you, running his hand through his shaggy brown hair. “And somethin’ smells amazin’!” You added, smelling her cooking.

Jody came in wiping her hands on a hand towel, a grin on her face. “There’s my girl!” She held her arms open for a hug. You hugged her tight, smiling. “Miss you.” She gave you a squeeze before her sights turned to your very tall boyfriend. “Well, you must be Sammy.” She walked over, taking him by surprise when she hugged him as well.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Mills.” He said kindly.

“Oh, and he has manners. I like him already.” She chuckled, pulling back. “And it’s Jody, please.” She assured him.

“Where’s Daddy?” You asked, looking around. “I didn’t see his piece of crap truck.” You joked about your father’s beloved Chevy. Thing was older than you!

Jody laughed, crossing her arms over her chest and shrugged. “Off to get some whiskey. Said if he’s meeting his baby girl’s boyfriend, and I hid his guns, he was gonna need it.” She told you, making you roll your eyes at his dramatics. “Yeah, that was pretty much my reaction, too.” She nodded. “But, enough about the grumpy old man. Let’s get you two settled into your old room.”

You snorted. “You mean Daddy didn’t declare poor Sammy was gonna sleep on the couch?” You asked with an amused look. When your mother winked, you grinned. “I love you, momma.” You knew that he had, your mother had put her foot down, and he likely grumbled about how unfair it was that his wife always won. Had been that way since you were a kid. It always amused you to no end.

Sammy stood off to the side a bit, enjoying the bond you clearly shared with your mother. He hoped that one day, it was your daughter, and you like that. The thought gave him hope bubble up inside him that he hadn’t felt for a few years before he laid eyes on you.

Sitting around the dinner table that night, Sammy grinned. “That was amazing, thank you for cooking that.” He looked at Jody. “I haven’t had a meal like that in some time.”

Bobby didn’t look too pleased as he looked at him. “Why don’t you show some respect, boy, and take off that damn leather jacket?” He grumbled, making you shoot him a look. “Don’t look at me like that, young lady.”

Jody reached over and yanked the ball cap off his head. “If you want to bark about respect…” She waved it at him when he looked at her, a bit shocked.

“No, uh, it’s okay.” Sammy said shyly.

You rubbed your hand on his arm. “Babe, you don’t have to do this.” You said lovingly, having an idea of what he was thinking.

He gave you a sad smile before looking at Bobby. “When I was 22, I was in law school.” He started, making both of your parents look at you in surprise before they had his attention again. “I was engaged to a beautiful woman named Jessica. Jess and I had a small place together- nothing fancy. What two college kids could afford fancy?” He let out a humorless chuckle, playing with the tiny scraps of food on his plate with the tip of his fork. “I got home late one night after work, and as I was walking up the stairs…” He inhaled sharply. “I heard her screaming. There was a house fire. I rushed in.” Sammy stood up, removing his jacket. “I tried saving her, but I couldn’t get to her. I suffered burns on most of my body.” He put it over the back of his chair before sitting back down.

Your mother was crying, a hand over her mouth. “I’m so sorry, sweetie.” She said softly. “I can’t even imagine going through that, especially at such a young age.”

Even Bobby looked more emotional than you were used to seeing him. “Sorry, Sam.” He breathed.

“Thanks, guys.” He sighed. “When I got accepted into law school, I had…a huge fall out with my father.” Sam told them. “Well, after that, he reached out. My mom died when I was 6 months old, so I guess he had an idea how it felt. She died close to how Jess did.” That seemed to break your parents further. “The last thing that my dad wanted was for me to spiral out of control like he had. I tried going back to school, but just couldn’t. I dropped out. We each bought old beat up motorcycles to work on. I worked at his garage with my older brother, and that’s kinda what got me through it.”

“It’s how we met, actually.” You told them, leaning on his arm. “I went on a date with Dean- his brother- and needed my car looked at. Dean told me to bring my car to his old man’s shop, and I met Sammy.” You smiled up at your boyfriend. “Been with this guy since. Two years.”

Jody looked like she was about to cry even harder- but with love this time. “Oh, you two!” She sniffed.

Bobby chuckled lightly. “Great. Now I’m gonna have another night of her blubbering over how we shoulda had more kids.” He teased you gently, trying to lighten the mood.

Jody playfully slapped his arm, wiping her cheeks. “That’s kinda why we’re visiting.” You bit your lip. Your parents looked at each other, then at you. Even Sammy looked at you confused. “I’m pregnant!” You told them, your stomach in knots. “Someone say something?” You muttered, tearing up, worried that they were all upset.

“You’re pregnant?!” Sammy grinned, his heart hammering in his chest like he’d never felt. “Wait, should you be riding on the back of my bike?!” He panicked, making you chuckle. “Holy shit. I’m gonna be a dad.” He breathed, sitting back in his chair, a dazed look on his face.

“It’s perfectly fine. I’m about 16 weeks, but I know you, so your father is driving my car here, and he’ll take your bike home.” You assured him, kissing his arm gently.

“Balls.” Bobby sighed. When the three of you stared at him, he sighed. “Now I gotta be all soft.” He muttered, shaking his head. “Guess I gotta get used to this kid’s long hair.” He motioned to Sammy, but you knew he was just covering up his happiness with sarcasm. “Congrats, kiddos.” He gave you that half smile with love in his eyes that you’d grown up loving.

“Thanks, Daddy.” You got up, moving behind him and hugging his shoulders. “I love you, you old grump.” You kissed his cheek.

He patted your arm and chuckled. “Love you, too, sport.” Sport was a nickname he’d given you in the 5th grade when you were determined to learn everything you could about sports because some older boy made a rude comment to you about it.

You laughed, shaking your head as you stood. “I would like one more ride on the back of that bike before John gets here tomorrow, and I also want some ice cream. How about we all go to the little ice cream place in town?” You asked, hopeful.

“Why don’t we all just ride in my car?” Jody offered as she stood up, taking her plate, and your father’s.

“I want one last ride, momma.” You told her. “We rode all the way here, and me and the baby are fine.” You assured her. “What if I promise to ride with you on the way back?” Hopefully that would appease her.

She smiled and nodded. “That works for me, but first you can help me clean up.” She said teasingly.

Bobby and Jody watched as you happily pulled your own leather coat on, with Sammy pecking your lips as you zipped it. “At least he makes her happy.” She said to Bobby, who was still under the ‘no one is good enough’ mindset. “My parents didn’t like you, either.”

He looked at her just as you were putting on your helmet. “What? They loved me!”

She laughed, patting his chest as she shook her head. “Keep tellin’ yourself that, Singer.” She told him with a smile. “Now let’s get our daughter, her boyfriend, and their unborn child some ice cream.” She chuckled. “If we thought she was dramatic over food before…”

Bobby made a face. “Yeah, good point.” He nodded, rushing to Jody’s cop car.

The lights of the ice cream shop could be seen from the intersection they were at, and your stomach was demanding you get there soon. As soon as the light turned green, Sammy started driving forward, your parents in the car behind you. None of you had time to react as a truck came flying through the intersection you were in the middle of. It had ran the red light, and sent Sammy’s bike, and the pair of you skidding down the road.

Jody was torn for a split second, to turn her lights on and chase the truck down, or slam on her breaks and rush to you. Her choice was made when the truck went into a telephone pole. “Call 911!” She ordered her husband, getting out of the car and leaving the door open as she ran towards where you landed. “Y/N?!” She screamed.

“Momma?” You coughed, the front of your helmet barely resembling on. “I can’t feel anythin’.” Your voice was raspy, and garbled from the blood you were coughing up.

Sammy was lying on the ground near you, on his back. He’d taken quite the hit, too, but you seemed to get the worst of it. “You’re gonna be okay.” She sobbed, trying to avoid looking over your body, not wanting to see the fatal injuries again. She was on her knees, holding your hand. “You’re gonna be okay, baby.” She kissed the back of your hand softly.

You could faintly hear the sirens in the distance, but it sounded like they were in a tunnel, and soon, so did your mother’s voice. You were cold, but if you were shivering, you couldn’t tell. Black took over your vision, and she began to sound as if she were underwater. Before you knew it, you didn’t hear her at all.

John and Dean stood on each side of Sammy, who was barely looking alive at this point. Jody and Bobby stood across from them. All of their eyes were on the coffin being lowered into the ground. Their friends and families surrounded them, all eyes wet with tears, their cheeks chilly as they rolled down.

Long after the others left, Sammy stayed, unmoving. Jody moved to stand by his side, not saying a word. She wouldn’t push him. “That should be me.” He told her, his voice cracking from emotion, and not being used. “I kill everyone I love.” Her heart broke hearing him like that. “I was going to ask her to marry me at that ice cream parlor.” His hazel eyes were dull as they looked over at her.

#sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam angst

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wheelsgoroundincircles · 1 year

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From Mako Shark to Manta Ray: The Evolution of the Most Influential Corvette Concepts

Published: 14 Nov 2022, 16:04 UTC • By:

During the 1960s, General Motors introduced a trio of stunning show cars that laid the groundwork for the C2 and C3 Corvette. Although many other concepts followed, these three remain the most influential, as they went on to inspire the styling of modern iterations, including the current, mid-engine C8.

Like the Corvette itself, the notion of a concept (or show) car was born in the U.S., under GM’s roof. Dubbed Buick Y-Job and designed by the legendary Harley J. Earl, the drop-top beauty unveiled in 1940 previewed a series of novel features and design cues that influenced the division’s mass-produced models for over a decade.

When GM decided to build a rival for the European sports cars that were flooding the North American market in the post-WWII years, the same Harley J. Earl was selected to draw it up. To build hype around it, the corporation commissioned Earl and the Chevy team to build a show car which was codenamed EX-122. First shown to the public at the 1953 Motorama in New York City, the concept would become known as the Corvette and with a few minor changes, it entered production a few months later.

Contrary to popular belief, the C1 wasn’t the commercial success that GM had envisioned but it did pique the American buyer’s interest in a homebuilt sportscar, so the corporation poured resources into the development of a successor.

Under the supervision of Styling and Design head Bill Mitchell, the new Corvette’s design was ironed out as early as 1961 and, as they did in the past, the team created a show car that would help promote it. Like the upcoming production version, the vehicle was designed by Larry Shinoda, who drew inspiration from the 1959 XP-87 Stingray racer.

Gone was the curvaceous, European-looking theme of the C1, with the ‘Vette’s body now boasting far more aggressive lines that look like the sleek shortfin mako shark. Although it was officially codenamed XP-755, the concept car unveiled at the 1962 International Automobile Show would become known as the Mako Shark due to its unmistakable resemblance to the fast-moving predator.

One aspect that contributed to this was the car’s spectacular paintwork. Legend has it that, upon returning from a fishing trip with a taxidermized shark head (some reports state that it was a complete shark) as a trophy, Bill Mitchell hung it in his office and instructed the design team to replicate its coloring on the show car.

Several attempts to make such an impossible task possible were made but Mitchell was not satisfied. The styling head would put the trophy next to the car and since the paint was not identical, he instructed the team to try again. Annoyed by this, an unnamed member of the team snuck into Mitchell’s office one night, took his beloved trophy, and airbrushed it to look like the car’s latest paint job. In the end, the boss couldn’t tell the difference and, since the car and the shark now looked the same, he finally gave his frustrated team the thumbs up.

The Mako Shark managed to draw enough interest in the C2 as it became a fan favorite at every event where it was showcased. It underwent styling and detail changes over time, gaining front fascia and interior upgrades. The car also lost the distinctive "double-bubble" canopy borrowed from a previous concept and became a pure convertible.

Apart from the unique paint and several flamboyant design cues, its overall styling made it to the mass-produced model. which became the commercial hit that its predecessor never was.

Unlike other GM concepts that were eventually destroyed, the original Shark is still alive and well, residing in the corporation’s Heritage Collection located in Sterling Heights, Michigan.

Just a few years after the debut of the Mako Shark, the Corvette team began work on the third-generation model which would roll out the factory gates in 1967. While the mid-engine format proposed by Zora Arkus-Duntov with his race-bred CERV II concept was considered, Bill Mitchell's conventional front-engine design was deemed more marketable by GM’s top brass.

Under the codename XP-830, the development of a new concept car kicked off in early 1964 with the C2’s existing chassis as the base. For the C3, Mitchell wanted "a narrow, slim, center section and coupe body, a tapered tail, an all-of-a-piece blending of the upper and lower portions of the body through the center (avoiding the look of a roof added to a body), and prominent wheels with their protective fenders distinctly separate from the main body, yet grafted organically to it.”

Turning this vision into reality took about a year to pull off. Mitchell’s designers completed a full-size, non-running version in March 1965, and days later, key members of GM’s management were invited to see it. Everyone was blown away and unanimously decided that it had to go into production as soon as possible.

Finished in a similar paint and carrying the same Mako Shark moniker as the XP-755, the non-functional concept was first shown to the public at the New York International Auto Show just a month later. While its exterior design was praised by everyone, its futuristic interior received a lot of criticism for ergonomically-nightmarish such as the yoke-style steering wheel with its complicated transmission controls.

Behind closed doors, the development team was working on a running model that would address these issues and in October 1965, it made its public debut in France, at the Paris Auto Show. Powered by the highly successful and versatile 427 version of Chevy’s Mark IV big block, the functional Mako Shark II had rear-exiting exhausts -as opposed to the static model’s side-mounted variants – and a conventional steering wheel with column-fitted transmission controls.

Although it’s unquestionably the most influential concept car to ever don Corvette badges, shaping the look of America’s popular sports car for generations to come, the story of the second Shark, in either non-functional or functional form, didn’t have a happy ending. Unlike its predecessor which enjoys retirement on top of a pedestal inside GM’s Heritage Collection, the static version was dismantled while the running model was transformed into another show car.

This leads us to the third most influential Corvette concept. Completed in 1969 it left the Mako Shark name behind (but not the now-iconic paint) and became known as the Manta Ray.

Its front fascia remained largely the same, with the only additions being an extended bumper ring around the vents and a chin spoiler mounted underneath.

On the sides, the Manta Ray featured functional exhausts that were masterfully integrated into rocker panels, but its most distinct upgrade was the profusely elongated, tail. The now-classic four taillights layout was tucked under the rear deck line and a pair of pop-up flaps that reflected light from upward-facing lamps were added. You can see rare footage of them in action below, thanks to the video posted on YouTube by DtRockstar1

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The reshaped tail flowed into a sweeping, scooped-out, stinger-style roof that helped accentuate the aggressiveness of the overall design. Speaking of aggressiveness, the car was powered by the newly introduced ZL1 427-ci (7.0-liter) V8, a lightweight, all-aluminum monster that could spit out no less than 430 hp.

Even if the Mako Shark II had to be sacrificed to build it, the Manta Ray was in itself a work of automotive art that captivated the hearts and minds of sports car enthusiasts. Thankfully, after its transformation, GM decided to keep it and it joined the first Shark in the corporation’s Heritage Collection.

Many other concept cars that carried the Corvette nameplate followed in the next five decades, but none were as pure nor as influential as these three. They inspired the look of every mass-produced Corvette generation that followed, including the current and radically different C8.

#car #cars #muscle car #american muscle #chevy #chevrolet #chevrolet corvette #corvette #Youtube

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wordycheeseblob · 1 year

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Yea it would be nice if Chevalier explained and was more of a team player but I also get why he doesn't at times.

With Chevy it's not from A->B

But at times a whole A->Z

Imagine having to explain all that in the middle like

Chevalier: Do not go into the rose garden unless you want to die-

Emma: I know, assassins right?

Chevalier: -of starvation

Emma: what, how?

Chevalier: *sigh*

Chevalier: if you go into the rose garden now you will run into the Poseur who usually promenades at about this hour, he will question you regarding your identity, not getting any information for his lack of tact he will eventually get sidetracked bragging instead about his shares in the flower market of Jade also mentioning the worthlessness of Rhodelitian roses in comparison, bringing them down to appear better for him and his precious jadean flowers. You will listen silently to the ramblings of this revolutionist, polite as you are, until you get to a point you don't understand and are obliged to interrupt to clarify-

Emma: Hold on, revolutionist?

Chevalier: -precisely like that. The Poseur has been attending Clavis' clandestine meetings for months, which is an important point for reference in the future. As we were, you interrupt him arguing that there is more to roses than their monetary value, a point he will callously dismisses-

Emma: oh...

Chevalier: -until about two months later when he will remember your words at the annual rose festival, added to this, due to the dryness in the air this season and the winds coming from the southeast, bringing premature rain, his crops in Jade will see a significant reduction. His lack of budget will hold his plan on supplying the anti-monarchy faction. In panic, the Poseur will keep it a secret and search for an equally profitable alternative for a cheaper price. That's when he will use his charisma to bring up roses in social circles and though he may be quite impatient and vain, his undeniable influence combined with that of other seven prominent nobles that always follow suit, will hype the rose market to a point where it turns into the new big thing that will resonate among all social circles seeing as the elite are obsessed with them. It then inadvertently extends to the neighboring countries after the cultural exchange gathering and continuous gossip on fashion among noble ladies who try to keep up with the latest trends. The new rosemania will cause asset prices to massively deviate from intrinsic value creating the first economic bubble in the history of Rhodelite. Do you understand?

Emma: ...

Emma: could you repeat that last part where you said everything?

#ikepri chevalier #chevalier michel #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri emma #chevalier explains

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ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ɢɪʀʟ

Here's A Link To My MasterList <3

Synopsis: It’s Kasey’s 23rd birthday, and her boyfriend, Loki Laufeyson being who he is, must go all out. They catch a film at a real 1960s drive-in, but a movie isn’t the only thing Loki came here to watch.

Word Count: 2.8k

!Trigger Warnings!

-car sex

-humping

-birthday sex

-loki (should be an automatic warning)

-dirty talk

-specific oc (Same as “Club Kisses)

-slight fluff

-Stephen Strange Cameo (your welcome) <3

I asked for one thing for my 23rd birthday. To catch a movie at a real 1960s drive-in. Of course, when I went to Loki with this request he decided to go all out. Including stealing a little something from Dr. Stephen Strange, which he promised to give back later. If he would? Who knows.

He stole, or in Loki’s words “borrowed” the Eye Of Agamotto. Which held the time-stone. I came home, which was now our shared apartment in Chicago, and almost walked through the massive sparking hole ripped through the atmosphere.

“Your wish is my command.” Loki smiled, grabbing my hand with elegance. When I first met him I was in a terrible place, newly relapsed, heartbroken, and empty. I slept with Loki for a distraction, but over 3 years later here I am smiling with the devil himself.

“Do I even want to know?” I quirk an eyebrow, looking straight through the orange portal. I can see a small portion of old cars lined up, rain belting against the metal roofs. It's magical, and all I want to do is step in.

“The wizard will get his belongings back, but tonight my darling, it stays with me.” Loki smiles, as he takes my hand and leads me through the open portal. My shiver courses through my spine as I stand on the wet grass, my hair getting soaked.

He closes the portal behind us and projects an umbrella with his magic.

I laugh, taking the gold handle, “We don’t have a car.”

“Don’t underestimate me with such cruel words.” Loki places his hands against his leathers, right above his heart, acting as if he is hurt. He takes my own, leading me through the waves of people dressed in 1960s attire, it was such a simple time.

For fashion, for films, for food.

“This is the best birthday present ever.” I smile as we arrive at a beautiful red 1962 Chevy Bel Air Bubble Top. My breath catches in my throat as I look at the car, the raindrops rolling off of my umbrella, falling in front of me.

“Is it to your liking?” I hear Loki’s voice behind me, pulling me out of my admiration, I turn to him.

“To my liking? Loki, I would have been fine with some cheesy romance movies and a couch fuck”

His smile changes as his eyes light up, filling with a look I am all too familiar, with (and all too fond of).

Hunger.

He opens the passenger seat for me, and I climb in, watching as the umbrella disappears before my eyes, yeah, don’t think I’ll ever get used to that. Cars are lined up in front of us, some people chewing on sweets, others enjoying crunchy popcorn.

Loki gets into the driver seat as we settle in, my eyes finding the large, white screen, before the opening credits of Peter Pan start rolling.

“Peter Pan!” I’ve loved him ever since I was a child, there was something so magical about being a child forever, about not caring what others thought, about believing in imagination.

Loki’s eyes light up as he says my bright smile, he opens his palm, making a bucket of popcorn appear. I watch as it falls into his lap, the delicious smells wafting through the car.

His hand falls on my thigh, tapping his fingers against the exposed flesh. I’m wearing my favorite pink skirt, and although it looks quite pretty it is revealing.

“Your gorgeous, my darling,” Loki whispers against my temples, before turning his eyes onto the film not projecting over the rain, the cover overhead allowing the film to still run.

𖤍 I’m pulled out of the movie several times as Loki teases me, between my legs, in-between my breast. I want to give in to him, but this opportunity is one in a lifetime. Watching Peter Pan at a 1960’s drive-in? Are you fucking kidding me?

What would I do without this man?

Loki’s fingers tetter with the hem of my shirt, before they snake down lower, his digits splaying between my thighs. I scoot over in the leather seats, trying to focus on Peter Pan flying around with three other children. The people in front of us have no idea we even exist, to them, we are not here.

A familiar heat pools between my thighs, settling in my stomach as Loki runs a finger on the outside of my thigh to my hips. I smile, on the verge of giggling.

“Loki, Stop.” I manage to grit out, but his mind is no longer immersed in the movie, his eyes are glued to my hips, and my focus is starting to tear away too.

“Let me indulge you in ecstasy, Kasey.” My breath hitches as his eyes meet mine, pulling me to his mouth for a kiss. I can taste him, the way his tongue explores my mouth causing shivers to shoot through me. The movie is distant now, the soundtracks floating in the rainy night air.

His hands cup the side of my face, I can feel the smooth sides against my cheekbones. “Loki.” It comes out as more of a warning. It’s too much, his mouth kissing down my neck, straining against his chair.

“Fuck you,” I mutter, before climbing out of my own seat, bumping the steering wheel on the way. I practically fall into his lap but Loki grabs my hips and pulls me down onto his pants. His erection tenting the leather slacks. I feel every inch of him press into me as he groans.

“Move on my cock, lamb,” Loki whispers against my throat, both my knees are placed on either side of his seat, allowing my core to press onto his cock. My chin rests on the right side of the headrest.

I do as I’m asked, moving down his length once. I moan at the contact as Loki grips my hips harder, forcing me to grind against him. My breath fans out, the windows already beginning to fog as raindrops fall against the metal roof of the car.

“Loki.” I moan, my hips jutting against him, chasing my high. My grip is hard against the leather headrest, trying to hold myself up as I hump him.

“Your doing well, keep humping me like that-” Loki growls between kisses, placing his lips just below my shoulders. “You like it don’t you, my love, the irresistible act of getting yourself off on my cock without ever having it inside you.”

“God.” I cry out, picking up my pace as he pushes me down harder, my clit hitting his clothed tip.

“I decide when you are to come.” Loki groans, I cry as his fingers trace the waistline of my panties under my skirt, while they still dig into my hips, pushing my clit down to rub harder over him.

My orgasm begins to crest, and I know he feels it. My panties are soaked, and my moans are begging to turn into cries of pleasure as I chase my high. I buck once over his hardening cock, feeling it wash over me. Just one more pump…

It stops, the feeling ceases as Loki pulls me off of him. His green eyes meet mine and he smiles. The bastard fucking smiles. I whine despite my agitation, trying to lower myself against him once more but he holds me still.

“I decide when you are to come, remember?-” He lifts me up and motions me toward the back seats of the car. I follow, landing on the cool leather. The smell of rain is beginning to sink into the hot car as is the smell of sex.

Passionate sex.

“-and although the sight of you humping my cock is nothing short of delectable, I’d much rather have you cum around it.” Loki follows me in the back, but not before he reaches over and pulls both of my legs to him so they hang over the center console.

“Let’s remove those panties, I’m sure they're soaked aren’t they?” Loki’s accent is teasing, his voice deep as his fingers go to my pantie straps and pull them over my thighs and down my legs, losing them somewhere in the front seats. My gaze is on him solely, even as I catch a glimpse of Peter Pan and his friends.

I will never look at Peter Pan the same way again

The cool air hits my bare pussy, causing me to hiss. Loki only smiles, as a large smirk plays on his lips. He licks over them, causing my legs to open wider.

“Look at you, Kasey. Your legs are already spread, ready to accommodate my cock. Or is it my lips that you want?”

He runs a finger over my clit, seeing as I buck into him. Loki pulls the finger up to his line of sight, noticing the wetness gathered on the flesh.

“Stunning.”

“Well-” He motions to my legs, “What will it be, birthday girl? My lips or my cock?” How could one choose? Both of which have brought me to orgasm over one hundred times.

“Or maybe-” He starts, joining me in the back seat, Loki’s fingers roam my body, roaming under my shirt while he gropes my breasts.

“I should make your little cunt come 23 times?”

I whimper. “I love you, Loki. But that may be a little too much.” He smiles, settling between my legs.

Loki, God Of Mischief, on his knees for me?

Now that is a birthday gift.

Loki’s green eyes meet my blue ones again, waiting for his answer. I believe it to be the hardest decision I’ll ever make in my entire life.

“Why can’t I have my cake and eat it too?” I whine, his eyes flicker, something mischievous playing behind them.

“My greedy girl” Loki tsks, his fingers splaying against my inner thighs, teasing as he opens my legs wider, my knees now bent as he holds them open. My clothes feel hot on me, and I feel a sudden urge to disregard them.

“Choose or I will decide your outcome and trust me, little one. You do not want that option.”

Maybe I do. I want to say, but the way Loki looks up at me is a warning in itself.

Don't test me. They seem to warn.

“I want your tongue.” I decide, even though I crave his cock. I want to watch this prince squirm. I want to watch him come in his pants. A gift for me, torture for him.

“Then it is what you shall have.” Loki smiles as he grips my thighs and I gasp as he pulls me to his tongue, licking the first teasing stripe up my slit. My fingers grasp at the leather, trying to hold my upper body up as Loki’s nose hits my clit, making me squirm.

“Your delicious, baby.-” His tongue flutters at my entrance, sliding inside with one gentle push. My fingers tighten until I can’t hold on anymore, and they end up in Loki’s raven strands. “And oh, so wet.” He delves into me with his tongue, lapping at my folds like a man starved. I see the sweat gathering around us, clear evidence of it is on the windows and the calming sound of rain soothes my nerves.

It’s heaven in the 1960s and the best part about it?

He’s all mine.

I curl his hair around my fingers, pulling him closer. Loki only smiles as I tug at him, pushing his mouth on my pussy. It’s a sight to behold, quite a magical one.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

“You're doing so wonderful my love, taking my tongue.” Loki groans, shifting so his back is against the back of the front car seats, It must hurt him be he doesn’t seem to care. I feel him thrust his tongue in and out of me, speeding up his pace as one of his hands comes down from my thigh to rub at my clit.

“Loki!” I whine, bucking against his mouth.

“What? Is it too much for your pussy? Come on, be a good girl, and take everything I give you.” His voice is almost unrecognizable, his accent filled with lust and his eyes hungry with need. Loki’s mouth is hypnotizing as it moves against my folds, his fingers toying with my clit. The pleasure that courses through my body is otherworldly and the moans that exit my mouth are anything but holy.

“How I would love to feel this tight cunt around my cock, milking me.” Loki groans as he shifts, palming his erection. I clench around his tongue at the sight, a mess for me.

“Loki, I’m going to cum.” I cry out, gripping his scalp, afraid to let go

“Please.”

He thrust his tongue into me all while his eyes bore into my soul, my body, my cunt. “You beg for me-” Loki says it with mock approval, “- I will not deny you this time, birthday girl.” His rubbing of my clit returns and I clench around his tongue feeling it deep inside of me, hitting places I never knew existed.

My orgasm builds, and the raindrops seem to grow louder, Peter Pan and his child-like voice a mere memory. “I’m coming!” I shout as my whole world goes white around me, my body collapsing against the hot, sticky leather seats of the car.

“That’s it, lamb. Make a mess on my mouth” My eyes never leave Loki as he rises from my pussy, his mouth wet with my release. He rises to meet my mouth, my orgasm still coursing through my veins as he kisses me, pulling away once to murmur against my mouth,

“Can you taste yourself?”

I nod as our tongues intertwine again, I’m able to taste myself on him, his wet lips caressing my own. Our sweat and hot breaths coat each other, the air still smells of sex and Loki has yet to get off, unless..

“Did you-?” I begin, pulling away from his mouth, practically fighting myself for it.

“Did I what?” He smirks, knowing damn well of my next words, but somehow I’m not able to bring myself to say them.

“You think highly of yourself, little lamb. Did I come in my pants from eating you out?” I nod at Loki’s question, my question.

“Would it make you wet if I did? Knowing that I came with just your sweet arousal around my tongue?” I don’t know, will it?

Loki quirks an eyebrow, a wide smile playing on his lips. “Well?”

“Yes.” I quietly mutter, my voice sounding like a child's.

“Look down, Kasey.” I tilt my head in question but follow his eyes, and my own irises grow wide as I see what he’s referring to. The large damp spot growing on his slacks.

God. He did come.

From just eating me out?

“I lied”

“About?”

“The drive-in being the best birthday present, this was.”

Loki laughs, his fingers finding their way through my tangled hair.

“The sex?” He murmurs against my temple, placing kisses along my forehead.

“That and the simple fact you came because of little ol’ me.” Loki’s kisses cease as his eyes turn dark again,

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, making you come 23 times is still on the table.” I press my thighs together, my pussy clenching around air.

“Or-” His eyes watch as I clench, “Is that something you’ve suddenly come to terms with?”

I can come again, just not 23 times.

“How about a hot bath?” I counter, Loki’s eyebrows turning up in amusement.

“Lamb, are you bargaining with me?” I flip my bottom lip, my smile turning downwards as I give him my best puppy dog eyes and begin to beg.

Loki shakes his head, “Anything for the birthday girl, I suppose.”

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Loki brings us home with the Time Stone. We arrive dressed, although the sweat and my disheveled look are a tell-tale signs of what just occurred. Especially to Stephen Strange, who now happens to be standing in my apartment.

“Loki Laufeyson.” The man looks irritated, as we approach him. He eyes me and then returns his gaze to Loki, his eyes hard as rocks.

“You stole the Eye Of Agamotto-” Stephen grits out, his voice filled with irritation, “To go on a date with your girlfriend?” Loki’s eyes rake over me, a slight amusement filled them.

“Give it back.” Stephen raises his hand, opening his palm at Loki.

“It was a very delectable date, wizard.” He winks at me as Stephen rolls his eyes, slamming his palm through the air to get Loki’s attention. He reaches into his pocket with an unwanting hand and hands Stephen the relic.

Dr. Strange opens up his own sparking portal, turning to Loki, “I’m a sorcerer, douchebag.” he says before he disappears back to the New York Sanctum, closing the hole in the atmosphere.

Me and Loki look at each other, and just start laughing.

Best Birthday Ever.

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