#hellcat engine

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B-4N/Ira :) She/they!

She's based off the Dodge Charger Daytona SRT Banshee concept car :}

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Why Can't I Keep My Fingers Off You? [Part 2] - G.S. 

Synopsis. “Besides, Toru, just because it worked for you doesn’t mean it’ll work for me.” “Wanna bet?” For Satoru, convincing you to take the aphrodisiac chocolate too wasn’t the hard part - the hard part was being shoved into that bathroom stall, cock throbbing, mind spinning - trying not to beg for mercy. 

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected sex, slight femdom, overstimulation (male), lots of cum, you absolutely ruin Satoru, semi-public sex, subby! Satoru, aphrodisiac sex, multiple rounds, shutting up Gojo Satoru by making him cum in his pants, pet names (darling, my girl), swearing.

Word count. 3.7k

A/N. Can be read as a standalone, but PART 1 HERE.

Bros this was mad hard to write oml. Art by @_3aem on X.

Satoru had everything he needed to absolutely ruin you tonight.

Overpriced Cartier glasses? Check.

Jet-black Hellcat freshened up, ready with a little surprise for you inside? Check.

You, all dolled up and brows furrowed adorably at him? Holy shit, check.

“Toru, if we’ve missed our reservation because you had beef with the neighborhood cat again…”

“He was looking at you wrong! I had to defend your honor!” Dramatic protests falling on deaf ears, Satoru speeds through the darkening city streets, still grumbling under his breath about “cats these days”.

With your fiancé being absolutely swamped with missions recently, you’d been anticipating this night for weeks now.

Little did you know, Satoru had just as much - if not more.

Soon enough, the neon lights of that upscale, new restaurant you’d been absolutely dying to visit recently come into view. 

Okay, it’s time. 

“Y’know…” he begins, glancing at you with that familiar mirthful glint in his eyes. Laughter bubbling to his throat at your knowing stare, he plows on “Remember that one night where I just so happened to come across your special chocolate?”

“You mean swiped from my secret stash?”

“Semantics” he waves off. “But anyway, I was thinking…” he voice trails off mischievously as he swiftly turns to grab the mysterious black bag sitting on the backseat that you’d been eyeing suspiciously ever since you got in the car.

Oh shit, so that’s what he was onto. Eyes widening, “Toru, no.”

He whines, a pout forming on his lips. “C’monnn, no one’s gonna know except me. I want to make this night unforgettable, my girl.”

You raise a brow, “Unforgettable? Toru, your idea of unforgettable will end up with both of us arrested.”  After the madness of last time, you’d ignored his sticky note for a reason!

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you try to justify - probably to yourself just as much as Satoru, “And just because the aphrodisiac worked for you doesn’t mean it’ll work for me.”

He wiggles his eyebrows, twinkling eyes still undeterred. “Wanna bet? I’ll do the dishes for all of next month. We’ll never know till we find out, darling.” 

You narrow your eyes at the hand already snaking its way inside the bag, faded finger marks from last time still searing into your skin. Catching Satoru’s gaze - behind the amusement, something else shines darkly. 

Shit.

Goosebumps erupt down your spine. 

A beat passes. One. Two. Only the revving of the engine filling the tense air. 

“...two months.” 

It’s all Satoru can do to not jump in joy in his seat right now - knowing his girl, you’ll probably take back what you said and immediately bonk him on the head for being so ridiculous. 

“Deal.” he mutters lowly, pulling up to the driveway.

 A flash of hot pink. In the short time it takes the valet to reach your car, Satoru has already split that too-familiar chocolate, holding out the bigger part to you, eyes gleaming with excitement. “I swear this’ll be a night you won’t forget.” he grins, biting into the chocolate. 

God, he was going to be the death of you. 

The decadent flavor washes over your tongue, a slight tingling on your tastebuds. But, it’s still just chocolate, right? You scoff - at least you won’t have to do the dishes for two months.

Now, Satoru knows he won’t have to do the dishes for two months. 

Ah, how heavenly you’d be, splayed out and begging for mercy underneath him. Heels clacking against the polished tile and your hand warm in his as the maître d’hôtel ushers you both inside, dick twitching in anticipation. Shit, was the chocolate working already?

He risks a glance at how you’re faring - nope, still normal. That’s okay, he’ll be driving you crazy in no time.

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Okay, maybe he won’t be driving you crazy in no time. 

How dare you sit there so gorgeous and unbothered, sipping slowly on your wine while he’s here mind whirling around how he’ll fuck you right here right now on this table without getting arrested for public indecency.

Fuck, it was hitting him hard.

Cock aching, heat rushing to his cheeks, eyes bleary - he sighs in frustration, resigning himself to do the dishes for two months.

Why did he even think of this? Damn his big fucking ego, he should’ve never taken that chocolate again. Maybe if he eats you out just right he could lower it to-

A feathery touch on his thigh. Too light for any sort of friction - just enough to set his skin ablaze. So deft that Satoru thinks he must’ve imagined it.

Until there it is again. Soft caress dancing delicately up his thigh. 

You.

A shiver creeps down his spine, blood rushing straight to his dick. Probably for the first time in his life, Satoru is speechless - maybe because you’ve reached underneath the table, teasingly sliding a heel along the top of his thigh.

“…darling…”

“Hmm?”

He blinks away the haze in his eyes, raising them to meet yours. “Wha-”

Oh. Oh, fuck.

What has he gotten himself into?

Eyes half-lidded, brows furrowed, and looking into his soul with a predatory glint that jolts the great Gojo Satoru right to his very core - and to his throbbing cock. He’d be lucky to make it out alive. Maybe he should just beg for his life right now.

Minutes tick by - or maybe it was seconds - Satoru is clueless. Mind only focused on the heel inching closer and closer, dangerously near to where he needed you the most. A smug smirk curls your pretty lips as his mouth drops into a soft oh.

The air crackles with an unspoken tension - his hips trying to subtly move you towards the erection furiously straining against his pants. He needed it so bad. It’s fucking pathetic, he knows. But he couldn’t give less of a fuck as your sole grazes his aching head. Pressing down. Hard.

“Fuck!”

Stomach flipping - before Satoru could fully process what the fuck was happening - he cums embarrassingly in thick spurts that pool on his pants, soaking right through the fabric, probably smearing on your new heels.

Head spinning, he bites his knuckles hard enough to draw blood, muffling the desperate moans threatening to escape his lips. 

He grinds his hips in shallow, mindless motions in a desperate attempt for more friction.

Instead, he gets the opposite.

“Behave, Toru.” you warn, swiftly resting your heel back on the floor, voice strained with something that makes his sensitive dick quiver animalistically. 

You huff out a chuckle at the almost-inaudible whimper of disappointment that rips from his throat. It’s laughable, really, he was supposed to be the one ruining you. This was so not fucking suave.

Face burning - whether due to the chocolate or embarrassment at the warm patch on his pants, he doesn’t even know - Satoru wishes the Earth would swallow him up whole. Would it be overkill to just teleport outta here?

The only thing that snaps Satoru out of his little reverie is your pretty lips forming into a tut. “Now now, Toru. It’s rude to make a mess at a restaurant. Why don’t we go to the restrooms and get you cleaned up, hm?”

Oh. Shit. 

A firm grip on his arm, his hands desperately covering his crotch. 

He was not going to make it out of this alive. 

Honestly, it wasn’t hard to bribe the waitress into letting you follow into the restroom after your fiancé - and put up an Out of Order sign promptly afterward. The actual hard part was trying not to rip off his clothes and give into your desires before you two even made it there. But you couldn’t let anyone else see him like that, of course. 

You were sure that if you had Satoru’s powers then you would’ve hollow purpled everyone here and taken him already.

You were going to ruin him.

Mind running a mile a minute, Satoru wouldn’t even be surprised if he’d just teleported to the restroom. If he was in a better state of mind he might’ve even admired the decor.

“My girl.” he breathes out, voice ragged. It’s all that is said before your lips are on his. 

It was like a fever dream - the bruising urgency of your lips, your aching pussy, and the heat of the stall as your quickened breaths mingle in a desperate dance. Your tongue intertwining with his. 

Manicured nails ripping his shirt open, you don’t have half the mind to register the designer buttons hitting the floor.

Satoru’s lips hazily chase yours as you pull away delicate strings of spit snapping just as quickly as your sanity. 

Your mouth waters at Satoru’s chest in all its chiseled glory, creamy skin peeking out from whatever remnants of the shirt were clinging to his sculpted shoulders. You wanted to ruin him.

“You dirtied my heels, Toru.” you frown, mockingly innocent. A choked-up gasp leaves his throat as you snake a hand down to firmly grip the erection straining against Satoru’s wet pants. Unmoving. “What shall we do about that, hmm?” 

“Ah! Please, my girl.”

“Please what? Use your words, Toru.”

“Please. Wanna cum so bad.”

Satoru learned the hard way that he could never turn back after uttering those words. 

Though, he already had an inkling once you immediately slam him against the stall door, fumbling with his belt, nails digging hard into his prominent v-line. “If you say so, Toru. Better not stop till you’re shooting blanks.”

The only thing that registers in his mind is the deadbolt echoing throughout the empty bathroom and his still-rock hard cock throbbing in your hands. 

“Ah- hah! Fuck.” low groans leave his throat at each jerky movement down his length. 

Head thrown back, pants bunched underneath his heavy balls, your tits pressing against his body as your hands urgently move along his veined length - up, up, up. 

Your thumb harshly teases his flushed head, spreading the precum from his leaking tip lewdly. “Oh God.”

His knees buckle, hands slamming against the top of the stall hard enough to make the walls tremble, desperately trying to keep himself from collapsing. Mind spinning, he doesn’t even know if he’s on planet Earth anymore.

“Toru~ Gonna let me join in on the fun?” your dangerous purr sends his cock twitching, breath hot against his ear.

Your cunt quivers, slick soaking your panties and trailing down your legs at the pornographic moans spilling from his lips as you fucked his thick cock with your fist. You wanted him so badly it was driving you insane.

Straddling a muscled thigh, your clothed core meets the fabric of his pants. It was already ruined, so what was another stain?

You grind your hips down on him, hard. Humping him like an animal in heat. 

Your slick seeping into the fabric of his leg. Harsh texture stimulating your needy cunt so painfully good. Swollen folds parting, mewls of pleasure leave your swollen lips as your clit catches on the rough fabric of his overly expensive pants. Over and over. 

Distantly, you register a strong hand tugging roughly on the thin fabric of your panties - easily ripping it and letting it fall to god-knows-where. 

Your hand doesn’t let up either, milking Satoru’s cock mercilessly the way you’d been dying to ever since you stepped foot into his restaurant. Your head spins, hips moving so animalistically on Satoru’s thigh.

A hand reaches down to sensually massage his heavy balls, squeezing and pressing hard circles - just the way you knew he liked it. 

“Oh, my girl. Always so good t’me- Ah! Hngh, gonna-” 

Satoru doesn’t get to finish his sentence before he’s pumping hot ropes of seed that decorate your pretty hands. Hips fucking up into you desperately.

You’re not far behind, juices squirting all over that expensive fabric, pooling on the tiled ground with a drip! drip! drip! that bounces off the walls of the restroom.

You two were so fucking loud. 

But right now, you wouldn’t even mind if anyone walked in to see your Satoru so debauched - as long as they see you fucking the soul out of him as well. 

It wasn’t enough.

“You said you wanted to cum, didn’t you, Toru?”

A shiver runs down his spine - all the way to his dick. “What? W-wait, darling. Fuck- Oh!” the strained words tumble out of Satoru’s kiss-bitten lips as you push down his soaked pants, kneeling to leave a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down to his twitching, thick base. 

“I won’t be merciful, Toru.”

Ah, you could do this forever.

Nipping teasingly till you’re satisfied with the bite marks decorating his pelvis, you pool the saliva in your mouth, spitting a long stream into his furiously flushed head.

Once. Twice. Mixing enticingly with his precum, trailing down his length. “Ah! Hngh- oh, darling. So sensitive-” he bucks his hips into you, moaning loudly.

“You can do it f’me, Toru.” you murmur darkly against his twitching tip. Satoru keens as you take him until his fat head hits the back of your throat, pulsing around your warm mouth.

Your fiancé’s choking on his breaths more than you as you hollow your mouth, bobbing up and down at a ruthless pace. Gagging, you shove his throbbing dick all the way in with a desperation that eclipses the need for air, till you’re nose-deep in those tufts of snowy hair. 

“Oh, darling. Jus’ like that. Losing m’mind.” he whines.

Your pussy quivers at Satoru’s slightly salty taste, making you moan around his rock-hard length. Drool and precum dribble down the corner of your mouth, mixing with the mascara running down your cheeks. It was debauched. It was messy. And it was exactly how you wanted him. 

Tonguing Satoru’s sensitive slit in a delicate dance, you feel drunk off his sinful moans as you suck on him desperately. Breathless. Craving for more. 

Looking up to see a delicate streak of tears falling down his pretty face at the overstimulation, your cunt clenches around nothing. Fuck, you could just devour him.

“Cum, Toru.”

It was too much for him- 

Tight balls twitching sensitively, he cums onto your ready tongue. Fucked out whimpers leave his lips, tears clinging to his long, white lashes as he paints your pretty mouth with his thick, white seed.

Ah, he was always your favorite taste. Tasted so good - so good that you could cum untouched. 

And you do.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head and pussy clamping down on nothing as you reach your high.

You milk his cock ruthlessly, relishing in the thick cum flowing down your throat. But it still wasn’t enough.

Removing yourself off his dick with a lewd pop! you reach a hand to grab Satoru’s flushed throat, nails placed right over his thundering pulse. With a single tug, the great Gojo Satoru is on his knees before you, in the bathroom of some fancy restaurant. 

Walls still quivering, you stand over him, connecting your sweaty forehead - and your mouth - with his. 

Kiss-bitten and smeared with your lipstick, Satoru’s lips are soft - or maybe that’s the cum coating yours. A part of you delights in his half-lidded, fucked out gaze as your eyes bore into his - does he even know what he’s doing anymore? 

Hot seed flowing down his throat, Satoru can do nothing else but kneel there and take it. He feels lightheaded, all the blood in his brain rushing to his cock as you suck on his tongue. This was driving him insane. You were insane.

And he fucking loved it.

“You d-drive me insane, my girl.” his words muffled by your hand still around his throat. His voice cracks with sensitivity in a way he would definitely be embarrassed about if he were in the right mind. 

Yet, how could he ever be with the slow, feral smile that spread across your beautiful face?

Leaning down, you whisper lowly against his ear. “I’m the same, Toru.” 

Maybe it’s your words, and the hot breath that sends shivers down his spine. Or maybe it’s the way you lift your dress so alluringly - cunt dripping on full display, slick trailing down your legs. 

All Satoru knows is, he’s surging forwards. He’s got your front pressed against the cold wall, cock twitching to life and bullying its way through your swollen folds. 

Mindlessly, a strong hand smacks against the stall as Satoru tries to keep himself steady. Too drunk off of you - off of your whimpers of his name, and the feeling of your plush walls clamping down on his throbbing erection, struggling to accommodate his size despite being so dripping wet. 

He doesn’t give a fuck. 

“Hngh- S’tight. Oh, fuck! S-sucking my cock back hah- in s-so needily” 

Ramming in and out of your hole at a merciless cadence, Satoru’s balls smack your clit so animalistically. You two feel like a pair of fucking animals. 

Shudders of overstimulation and pleasure wrack his body. Chest heaving, his blown-out eyes roll to the back of his head at the rapid, desperate thrusts inside your warm core. 

Pulling out all the way to slam back in mercilessly, Satoru could pass out at the sight of your ass jiggling as it arches to meet the rhythm of his hips. 

“God, m’girl. Gonna- gonna cum ah! Fill this pussy the way you want-” he groans raspily into the heady air of the stall, exhausted cock shooting wispy strings of cum that fill you up - some missing as he pumps into you, spilling out to paint your swollen folds white.

Before he knows it, a low hiss leaves his throat as you remove yourself off of his furiously pulsing cock - only to shove him seated on the commode. 

You take a split-second to admire your gorgeous fiancé - face flushed as much as the prettily leaking tip of his throbbing cock, eyes dazed and miles away, curtained by his sweaty white locks. A delicate trail of drool made its way down the corner of his ruby, kiss-bitten lips. Exactly how you wanted him.

What a fucking picture. Maybe you should take that chocolate more often…

“Toru~ Remember what I said? You’re not tapping out, are you?” you hum, eyes narrowing at the way his erection twitches so ferally at your dangerous tone. 

“Ah- don’t know- Can’t, please.”

You loom dangerously close, a hand reaching out to mockingly push his cheeks together, drool pooling at your fingertips. “I’ve told you before, Toru. Use your words. Please what?”

“M-mercy, please!” pathetic pleas muffled by your hand.

“Mercy?”

“Mercy!”

“No mercy for you, my darling Toru.”

The great Gojo Satoru, begging for mercy, will face none at your hands. 

You straddle his muscled legs, shivering with sensitivity. “Ah! Hah- Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god-” he whines nonstop as his quivering tip teases your swollen, messy folds. In one, fluid motion, you sheath him fully in your dripping cunt.

Ah, you feel so full. 

You relish in the way he twitches instinctively inside you. Steadying yourself using Satoru’s shoulders, you drag your cunt along his length, his prominent veins grazing that one spot inside you. Pulling out till his thick head teases your entrance, you drop down - inch by inch - over and over.

Satoru thinks he could cry right now - or maybe he already is. He doesn’t know, nor does he care - not when you’re so beautiful and fucked out, nails digging into his shoulders and heart eyes palpable in your gaze as you ride his sensitive cock into insanity.

He can’t stop the ragged moans that escape his swollen lips, head thrown back and hips bucking up exhaustedly into you to meet your every bounce. A hand is at his throat, pulling your face to his, “Don’t run away, Toru~”

He felt so raw. More a feral beast than a man as he watches his abused cock get swallowed up over and over by your wet pussy.

If he thought his dick was broken after this time then it’s really unsalvageable now.

He wanted to run away. He wanted more. He wanted you to keep looking at him with that fucking predatory gaze that made a carnal part of him twitch so good. He wanted to cum.

“I wan’- I wanna cum, please, my girl.” Satoru gasps out, teary eyes blown and looking up at you so delicately.

“Cum?”

“Yes.”

“Cum, Toru.”

Maybe it was the glint of fondness in your eyes, maybe it was the piercing of teeth as you bit down hard into the crook of his neck. Or maybe it was the way your snug cunt clamped down on him so sinfully as you cum as around him. But Satoru is immediately bucking up into your hips - reaching his climax, if you can even call it that. Poor, exhausted cock cumming dry. “Ah- Cumming- M’cumming hgnh-”

Satoru doesn’t even know if he feels his orgasm, just waves of pleasure that overwhelm him as he rides it out on your cunt. 

Ah, he thinks if heaven was a person then it would be you. 

Maybe he’s died already.

“Toru? Open your eyes, darling.”

Slowly opening the eyes that he didn’t even realize he had furiously scrunched closed, Satoru slowly blinks his vision back.

An angel?

“No, Toru, your fiancé.” you huff out a laugh. Oh shit, he said that out loud? 

Head still reeling from, well, everything - the great Gojo Satoru can do nothing else but sit there, exhausted and fucked out of his mind as you slowly remove yourself off his twitching cock. He’s never felt so vulnerable - so ruined.

Ah, someone remind him to never let you have a bite of that chocolate every again. 

A low hiss leaves him, along with a few tears that later he swears were never there. 

As you tenderly clean both yourselves up in the humid stall, Satoru thinks he’s never been handled with so much care. Ah, he loves your gentle hands. He loves you.

“I love you too, Toru.” you whisper into the intimate silence. Oh, shit, he said that out loud again?

Your beautiful laugh, “Yes, you did, Toru.” Throwing away the used tissues, you grin “Y’know they’ve probably brought out our food by now.”

Absent-mindedly, “Mhm?”

“I was thinking I wanted chocolate for dessert.”

A/N. Oh Satoru, you poor, innocent fool…

Also this turned out longer than expected. Reblogs so so appreciated!

Plagiarism not authorized.

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gon start this mf off right!

drunk delusions 🔄

everybody knew that when it came to going out ony wasn’t the type. he enjoyed chilling at home or occasionally going to a party to chop it up and smoke with his friends, but as far as going to the club weeks after his birthday for a “belated birthday bash” ony didn’t care for it. nonetheless, the poor man was dragged out of the house by his friends and pushed out by his girlfriend.

you loved your man with your whole heart, but when you saw how excited connie and eren were when they told you their plans you couldn’t help but join in and help them get your homebody boyfriend out the house.

“please ma don’t let these niggas do this t’me” ony groaned, the outfit you picked sat handsomely on his body as he stood in front of you on the couch. you looked up from your phone, a small chuckle leaving your lips as you took in the pouty look your boyfriend carried. “they treating you to a night out papa, be nice”. ony sucked his teeth, pulling you up from the couch so he could stand with his arms around your waist. you instinctively wrapped yours around his neck, letting him rest his chin on your shoulder as he mumbled to you. “ion wanna be nice, i wanna stay wit my baby”

the sound of a roaring engine followed by many beeps of the horn took both of your attention. a smile growing on your face as a loud groan left ony’s throat. “time t’go!” you squealed, removing his hands from your waist before you wrapped a small hand around his wrist and walked him towards the door. as you opened it the sound of the car grew louder and clearer, ony’s annoyance only growing as he looked at his ignorant friends in the car. eren was in the drivers seat, the passenger door wide open for your boyfriend to enter as yelena stood outside the car. before either of you could speak your attention was snatched by the sight of connie popping out the sunroof, two bottles already in his hands as he rapped along to hellcats & trackhawks by lil durk. “i take ha ass off, gimme dem tiddies back bitchhhh! let em loose manita i got ten blunts rolled and enough liquor to flood a house. we goin crazy t’nightttt!”

ony instantly looked towards you, silently begging you to let him stay but you only replied with a happy smile. “have fun!”

what ony expected was to be in some lowkey club, probably sitting at the bar by himself while his friends got drunk off their asses and forgot all about him, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. as soon as they got there connie let ony know that he cannot leave the bar until he finished each of the shots his friends bought him. yelena buying him two shots of tito’s while eren bought a shot each of espolòn and lunazul. connie did the same, smirking as he watched his best friend down the different drinks before dragging him towards the booth he paid for.

“sit down and drink up!” yelena yelled, lightly pushing her friend towards the booth where many other bottles of alcohol as well a bunch of wrapped gifts sat. ony’s eyes widened at the sight in front of him, hidden happiness bubbling in his stomach as a small smirk spread towards his lips. “y’all gon have me crawling outta here”

and they nearly did. all it took was a couple hours and your usual lowkey, mean-faced boyfriend was outside with his friends surrounding him, his head spinning as he leaned on the wall for support.

“ony m’not finna call her for some bs like that” eren said, his eyes low and red from the many blunts they smoked as he gave his friend a lazy expression. ony didn’t pay his words any mind, repeatedly patting his pockets in search for his phone as he mumbled to himself. “ima call her then. niggas think i’m pussy so ima have t’handle my business” connie laughed at the sight of his friend, all a guy did was bump into him without saying anything. if the regular ony was here he probably wouldn’t even have cared, but the regular ony wasn’t here. the man before him tonight was the same guy that connie remembered going to middle school and starting high school with. the hotheaded guy that had no problem beating someone up for something as simple as brushing shoulders with him without an apology. “i got your phone right here” connie mumbled, ignoring the warning looks his other friends gave him as he watched his friend look for your contact name.

you were resting comfortably on the couch face deep in your favorite book. your cami top riding up your stomach as you reached for your wine on the table. before your fingers could meet the glass the sound of your ringtone took your attention. your eyes widened at the sight of your boyfriends contact photo. “hope he alright” you mumbled as you answered the call. “hello?” a relaxed sigh left his lips at the sound of your pretty voice reaching his ears. “mama? s’this you?” a small smirk made its way to your lips as the sound of his deep, slurred speech, you could tell he was absolutely fucked up. “s’me papa, you okay?” ony shook his head, moving off the wall as an upset look grew on his face. “m’not okay…not okay at all princess. smbody gotta get fucked up n i need ya t’come ova hurr wit my gun”

a loud chuckle escaped your lips at his words, your body already moving towards your room so you can grab your keys and one of ony's hoodies. connie’s voice began to come through the phone, his words also a little slurred since he was drinking too. “hey sis, call sasha t’come bring mine too, he not fightin alone” you rolled your eyes at the sound of your friends voice. connie was nearly just as fucked up as your boyfriend. “yea con i’ll call her”

on the way to the club you picked up sasha so she could drive connie and the rest of your friends home while you got ony since they lived closer to her than to you. as the two of you approached the club you were almost immediately met with the sight of your friends surrounding ony at the wall. “alright yall let’s go!” sasha yelled, an attitude rushing through her body as she stood in her tank top and pajama pants. connie turned around at the sound of her voice, a dopey smile crawling on his face as he looked her up and down. “hi mami, i missed you so muchhhh” as he spoke, his hands moved closer and closer to her waist, but sasha quickly slapped them away. pointing to the car for him and his friends to enter. “get in the car so i can get y’all home and go the fuck t’bed”

as the three of them began to follow her to the car you made your way to your handsome boyfriend leaning on the wall. “ready t’go pa? you had fun?” at the sound of your voice ony lifted his head, but his expression quickly went from excited to confused as he got a look at who was talking. “who you? where my girl at?” now you knew you looked at little different from usual, your naturally curly hair pressed to perfection in a messy ponytail, your glasses sitting nicely on your nose, ony's hoodie zipped just below where your cami top ended. stoping just above your stomach so your piercing showed and your short shorts that you liked to wear to sleep. you were completely ready for bed, but it’s not like this was new to your boyfriend so why didn’t he notice you?

“s’me baby, here to take you home” you said, moving your hand towards his wrist so you can lightly grab him. ony saw this and moved immediately, shaking his head as he looked around you as if someone were watching. “miss you gotta get back. my girl crazy furreal nd ion want her t’knock you out” you had to cover your mouth with your hand at this, a giggle trying to force it’s way out as you looked at the fear and confusion on your drunk boyfriend's face. even though you were a little tired you couldn’t help but feed into his delusions right now, a smirk on your face as you took advantage of his current state. “she told me t’come get you papa, didn’t want you attacking an uber driver” you spoke in a sultry tone, your glossy lips taking his attention as he licked at his brown ones. ony stared down at you with low, glossy eyes, shaking his head slightly as he spoke. “nah she wouldn’t do that, lemme call her and check”

as you thought your fun was coming to an end, you began to move towards the man to take a peak at his phone. the screen on your contact before he clicked call and put it to his ear. “can you back up some? ion want her to pull up and see you all in my face like this” as ony spoke you could see the growing irritation in his eyes, his head slightly shaking as he looked down at the ground. he completely missed the part where you lifted the phone in your hand and answered the call, moving away like he said as you pulled your hood over your head. when gave him a small “hello?” ony’s face lit up, the sound of your voice making a smile bloom on his face as he spoke to the woman he’s longing to see. “mama? baby where r'you?” the slight slur of his speech made a smile appear on your face. “coming, why?” ony wasted no time ratting you out to yourself, his eyes briefly scanning you before going back towards the ground.

“this girl tryna get me in the car wit her, sayin sum bout you sending her t’get me. she keep calling me papa n shit too like im her nigga or sum, but im YOUR nigga and i know you wouldn’t send no girl ion know t’come pick me up." your smile grew at his words, a giggle almost sneaking past your lips as you turned around to see his eyes still trained on the ground. "what she look like baby?" you listened to the groan your man let out in the receiver, your back still turned to him you heard him suck his teeth. "ion wanna be starin at her ma, i only stare at you" a small whine left his lips as he spoke, his softer side slowing sneaking to the surface as he listened to your pretty voice come through his phone.

"its okay baby, i need you to look so i can talk to her when i get there, kay?" ony nodded his head, phone still at his ear as he lifted his head and studied the woman in front of him. "aight, she got on a lil white shirt under a grey hoodie n some shorts" he said quickly before turning back towards the ground. you rolled your eyes at this, his loyalty to you never faltering even in his crossfaded state. "what else baby? what she look like?" a loud groan left his lips at your persistence. 'should've just got in the car wit sasha' he thought as he looked back up at you. this time you were facing him. too intoxicated to register the phone at your ear, he looked you over a second time.

"damn" he mumbled at the sight of your pretty face, the diamond stud on your nose shining a little from the streetlight as you pulled your hood down and gave him a kind smile. "sh-she got the same piercings you got, got sum tattoos on her stomach and arms too. her hair up in a ponytail and she got glasses on." as he stared you down, ony couldn't help the twitching going on in his pants. his body betraying him as he took in each go your pretty features. "i can't look at her no more mama she keep lookin at me. can you hurry fore she get me?" you sighed as you watched him return his gaze to the ground, deciding that your poor boyfriend has had enough of your games. "kk im on the way"

you hung up the phone before ony could reply, moving towards him on the wall. "what she say?" he didn't move an inch as he replied, knowing that the sight of you would make him fold. "said she on the way to talk t'you" as he looked at the ground ony couldn't help but notice the anklet you had on your left foot. it looked wildly identical to the one he bought you. the gold complimenting your brown skin perfectly as the diamond plated "o" sat perfectly in the middle. "the fuck you get that?" he mumbled, but since you were so close you heard him. a smile crept on your lips as you lifted his head towards you. "my man bought it f'me and if he gets it together and lets me take him home he might be able to see it dangling by his face soon."

ony's eyes widened in realization, everything becoming much clearer to him now that you were so close. in no time he was on you, attacking your face with kisses as his hands quickly found a home on top of your ass. "easy big boy, if you keep leaning on me like that we both gon fall." he mumbled a small "srry" as he moved back from you a little. "m'fucked up mama you gotta get m'outta here." the two of you laughed as you led him to the car, your fingers intwined as he shuffled his feet behind you. ony couldn't help but admire the way your ass moved in your shorts, the thick, fuzzy fabric moving fluently as he followed each jiggle with low eyes. once again his body reacted to you, but this time his gaze didn't move. ony only licked his lips, stopping in his tracks as he pulled you back towards him.

"cmon papa we gotta goooo" you whined, your tired state making your eyes lower and your voice soften as you looked up at him with confusion written on your face. ony ignored this, sliding his wide hands back on the curve of your ass, this time squeezing it through the soft fabric of your shorts. "y'gon gimme some when we get back?" as he spoke you could feel him hardening through his black jeans, the fabric doing almost nothing to conceal his large print from the world. a small smirk was dancing on his lips, the gold grills on his canines peaking at you as he licked at his bottom lip. you couldn't stop your arousal from growing, his body having the same affect on you as you felt butterflies grow in your stomach. "if you be a good boy in the car i might be able to work sum out"

ony's eyes widened in excitement at the thought of getting what he wanted, his hands tightening on your ass as he leaned down to leave a sloppy kiss on your lips. regardless of the state he's in ony always found a way to kiss you in just the way that'll have you bending to his will. your thighs rubbed together as you tried to keep your horniness at bay. before you could deepen the kiss further he moved his face back from you. his sly smirk never leaving him as he finally let go of you. "m'always a good boy when it come to making my girl nut on this di-" your hand instantly covered his mouth, not letting any more dirty words fall as you cut him off. "boy you better watch your mouth, we still in public." you could tell he was smiling just by the look in his eyes, a smile also sneaking past your lips as you let him go and opened the passenger door for him. "cmon birthday boy, lemme get you home."

finally, he listened to you. his much larger figure moving towards the door before he made himself comfortable in the passenger seat. there was nothing but your later activities on his mind as he let you close his door with a dazed grin on his face. you rolled your eyes, taking a deep breath before making your way to the other side of the car. as you entered you noticed your boyfriend already knocked out in his seat, his lips upturned in a small smile as his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. you couldn't stop yourself from snapping a few pictures before starting the car, giggling to yourself as you began your journey back home.

"somebody can't hold their liquor"

[log6]

Help an african/latina nonbinary transfemme achieve her dream

Ever since I was a little girl I've always wanted a 2 door coupé with a performance engine. Me and my brother both developed an appreciation for cars and this led me to be an excellent car handler and driver (and led him to 4 or 5 car accidents in as many years) but unfortunately to this day I don't have my own car to redline the RPMs on through the empty highways in the middle of the night and race against the local octane freaks... If all of my followers give me just 5 US dollars I could get an older model Ford Mustang or Chevrolet Camaro or maybe even a Dodge Charger. If all my followers gave me 10 USD well maybe I could even get a slightly newer Jaguar F-TYPE or a Hellcat ... Please I can't live like this anymore I'll even sacrifice performance at this point but at least I need a Mazda Miata MX-5 for the fun ride and gas mileage...

Peace and love on earth... and on the roads as well. Please reblog 🙏🚘🏁

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The Grumman Iron Works...

Grumman single-seat single-engine fighters. Service dates are front-line and reserve US service.

F4F Wildcat, 1940-1945.

F6F Hellcat, 1943-1952.

F8F Bearcat, 1945-1953.

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1969 Dodge Charger

1969 Dodge Charger

1969 Dodge Charger

Ringbrothers Builds The Ultimate Dodge Charger With A Hellcat Heart

Elizabeth Puckett

February 8, 2022·2 min read

While the Ringbrothers have made some crazy automotive feats in the past, this is probably their most insane build with a Hellcat engine.

The Ringbrothers are exceptionally well known within the automotive community for such adventures as their 2020 SEMA Cougar build and other works of automotive art. Nowadays, the brothers have taken on a project that drops jaws around every corner and wears its proud color scheme of Speed Violation Yellow quite well. Under the hood is a massive supercharged surprise from the modern American performance manufacturer that you may know as Dodge. These engineering legends have built one of the most iconic engines ever to hit the American racing circuit and have cemented the number 707 into the minds of enthusiasts everywhere. By now, you've probably guessed what insane power plant we're talking about, but this about far more than just its incredible drivetrain. You may think that this is just another Hellcat swap, but we'd suggest you pay attention to this one. Down to the best seat covers, this car is amazing.

That's because this insane 1969 Dodge Charger is one of the most complicated builds to hit the various corners of the internet. Under the hood of this great car, nicknamed CAPTIV, is a massive 6.2-liter Hellcat V8 engine that produces an astonishing 707 horsepower which is far more effective in this car than your standard modern Charger because of the significantly reduced weight and excellent suspension work. This can do far more than go fast in a straight line with adjustable shocks, Baer six-piston brakes, and a set of Michelin Pilot Sport 4S tires, making the car a beast on any road racing circuit. Now that we've gotten the performance aspect laid out for you let's talk about design.

The interior was built to resemble the exact vision that the new owner had always wanted in a classic car with the simple styling, which complements the custom steering wheel very well. Another remarkable aspect of the interior specifications is the Recaro seats which are the perfect addition to this car whose beauty almost surpasses its performance in terms of impressiveness. The exterior also follows that same sentiment of simplistic design and stunning presence with a Porsche color now called Speed Violation Yellow, a fitting name for this car.

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Hennessey H1000 'Last Stand' Dodge Challenger & Charger, 2023. The final run of the supercharged 6.2-litre Hellcat HEMI V8 is marked with an upgraded version of the engine that produces 1000hp thanks to larger supercharger (non-Redeye models only), upgraded fuel injectors, a high-flow induction system, pulley upgrade, stainless-steel long tube headers, high-flow catalytic converters, and a crankcase ventilation system.

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oke i know i said that satoru doesn't drive but.... if he did drive............... he'd own a hellcat. i am biased. and i want him to have one. i want him to have a blue fucking hellcat and i want him to be soooo fucking annoying with it. i want to cheer him on with the biggest smile as he speeds through a tunnel. i want to hear that roar, i want to feel it. i want him to be obnoxious and do donuts in the stupidest places.

he wants to show off so badly, he's literally itching to make you smile. he's so proud of the car and he wants you to be proud of him. he's revving the car whenever he's picking you up, whether to let you know that he's arrived or just as a greeting.

and you know he's be so nerdy abt it lmao. he's leaning against one of the sexiest cars in the world and he's talking your ears off about the engine. he's talking about the horsepowers and the fucking cilinders???? like yeah man i just want to kiss you stupid rn can you stop talking about the steering wheel for a minute???? he's so hot i wish he was uglier fr

and now let's just think abt how he would like to work on the car himself............................... oh yeah. him in a tank top, all dirty and sweaty, greeting you with a bashful grin when you come to visit him. he makes you hand him the tools, just so he can tease you when you don't know the names of the things lmao he's such a shit

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞

A deal had been struck, and since you had claimed victory that day, you were more than eager to collect the reward of such a win.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ≫ Drifter!Bucky Barnes x Drifter!F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ≫ 1.9k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ≫ Fluff ჻჻჻ SMUT: Domme!Reader, Sub!Bucky, unprotected piv, car sex ჻჻჻ KINKS: Semi-CMNF (racing suit), praise, degradation, begging

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ≫ I have nothing to say in my own defence.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ≫ Like U by Rosenfeld

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ≫ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer ჻჻჻ Week 4 — 'C' Week (Car sex) — Masterlist

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A successful meet always left your blood roaring with adrenaline – cooling down wasn’t an option, not unless it was in the lap of your equally fiery and amped up boyfriend, who had just pulled into the garage beside you in his Hellcat. 

The ticks of the engine as you killed the ignition were the sign of a good thrashing, and you sighed happily. Repairs and tune ups could wait for later – you needed to celebrate your win, and there was only one way you could think of. Your bargain and deal that had been made on your knees this morning.

With a loud groan, you opened the door and stepped out of your Skyline, stretching to the ceiling, wincing as your stiff racing suit clung to your skin. The roller door of the garage closed with a racket, dimming the light in the tool haven. 

A door slam, and heavy footsteps behind you were the only warning you had before your back was crushed against Bucky’s chest, his arms tight around your middle as he tucked his face into your neck. 

“I am so fucking proud of you,” he murmured, breath hot against your skin. “My girl proved them all wrong.”

Pride swelled in your chest and added to the rush of adrenaline – you had proven them all wrong. Humming happily, you squeezed his arms. “So did you, babe.” The fabric of your suit crinkled and stuck to your skin as you turned in his arms to kiss him. “Let’s get outta these suits.” 

Bucky nodded, pulling you through the side door and into the house. “Want something to drink– to celebrate?”

“Hell yeah,” you laughed. “Get out the Jacks.” Cupboards opened, and glasses clinked when Bucky pulled a set of shot glasses and a bottle from the drink cabinet. “I’ll be back in just a second.”

“‘Kay,” Bucky called. 

The velcro of your suit came away with a tug, and you grimaced at the feel of air against your clammy skin. “What a day,” you mumbled, pulling free a tank top and pair of shorts from your closet, and threw them on before padding back out into the hallway. 

Then, you froze. 

Bucky, still in the kitchen, had undone his suit so his top half was bare – his undershirt lay on a stool, and his head was tossed back as he skulled down a glass of water. Muscles pulled and tautened as he bustled about, readying your drinks when he finally turned around. 

His chest, bare and muscled beyond belief, shone in the kitchen light as a stray line of water fell from his chin and done his neck. Upon spying you standing stock still in the doorway, Bucky stopped, his eyes widening slightly while a smirk pulled his full lips up. “You alright, baby?”

Something pulled you under and replaced rationale with pure, animalistic lust. You needed him, and you knew exactly how and where. 

“I’m thirsty all of a sudden,” you said, tone coy and batting your lashes. “And I know just how to fix it.”

“Do you now?” Bucky huffed, placing the glass on the counter to cross his arms. It was a move to make his chest and arms bigger, and like hell were you going to refuse the urge to stare. “How?”

Instead of answering, you stalked forward and into his space, never breaking eye contact. He only stared back, his eyes never wavering as they darkened – you knew he loved it when you became like this, demanding and unwavering in what you wanted. 

“Hand,” you demanded, holding your own up so Bucky could grasp it. He only grinned and placed his rough, callused hand in yours – though he yelped in shock when you tugged him back towards the garage door.

“Slow down, swe-”

“No,” you interrupted, throwing the side door to the garage open again and almost running to the shadowed Hellcat that lay in wait. The driver’s door creaked as you pulled it open – the lighting showing the bare interior. 

You turned and caged Bucky against the opening; he was still watching you with simmering hunger and a little bit of apprehension. “What are you- Whoa!” Bucky’s legs sprawled as you shoved him into the driver’s seat, his head ducking automatically so his head wouldn’t hit the pillar. “Baby!”

“Get comfortable,” you ordered. Bucky tucked his legs into the well and shuffled his ass to sit properly in the bucket seat, all while watching you. “I’m going to ride you,” you stated simply, and he chortled.

“I fucking love it when you’re like this, sweetheart,” Bucky growled, grabbing your arm. “C’mere.”

Your thighs brushed against the pants of his suit as you settled, your back brushing against the steering wheel when Bucky pulled you into a kiss, his hands roaming your sides. “Take this off,” you breathed, tugging at your tank top, and Bucky grinned, more than willing to oblige. The fabric flew into the backseat as you fumbled to pull your shorts aside – grateful for the fact that you had picked loose ones. 

“Fuck,” Bucky gasped, surging forward to kiss and suck at the skin of your breasts, the feeling of his tongue making you moan softly. “Shit, hang on.” Bucky pulled back and canted his hips up, undoing the zip a little further to pull down his suit past his hips – all the while, you sucked and nipped at his neck, his breath heavy in your ear. 

“Buck- Babe, need you,” you groaned, pulling away from his neck to wrap your hand around his shaft. He hissed softly and pulled you into a heated kiss full of tongue and teeth while you worked your hand up and down, twisting on his head to hear the whimper in his throat. 

“Please, baby girl,” Bucky softly whined when your hand sped up. “Wanna feel you, sweetheart, need to–”

You shut him up with a harsh kiss while you lined up your cunt, sinking slowly, slowly down until he was seated to the hilt. Both your breaths mingled and fanned over one another’s lips, the feeling of being full only making the roar of adrenaline harder to bear. “Fuck, babe, you feel so good,” you moaned, and Bucky sighed heavily. 

“God fuckin’ dammit,” Bucky grits out through clenched teeth, and you grinned down at him, slowly beginning to circle your hips. “Oh, oh- Fuck–”

“Haven’t even started, baby boy,” you cooed, moving your hand to cup the side of his neck, the other wandering to his hair and pulling to tilt his head back. “Said I was gonna ride you; now you sit there and take it like a good boy.”

“Ye-Yeah, fuck, okay,” Bucky moaned. 

“Must be so sensitive…” Every word you spoke was followed by a squeeze around his cock, and you giggled as his hand gripped the shifter and your hip, a spluttered noise leaving his lips. “So pent up for me, aren’t you?”

Bucky nodded quickly, his hair pulling against your grip. “Please just move, c’mon,” he whined, shifting his hips as you sped up your grind. “Baby, please.”

“So sweet for me–since you asked so nicely,” you purred, tensing your thighs to grip his hips tightly. “You don’t cum until I say. Behave, and hold it.”

“Oh- Fuck!” Bucky cried, his mouth falling slack as you bounced on his cock, the sound of skin slapping filling the cabin as you worked up and down, the pace gradually getting faster and faster as you chased your climax. “You feel too good, baby, please–”

Your hand slapped over his mouth, and you sneered, working your thighs faster as Bucky looked at you through wide, pleading eyes. “I said I would ride more than your clutch, baby boy,” you panted harshly, huffed moans following every word. “And I said you would sit there and fucking take it.”

Hot breath fanned over your palm, the rush of his moans and garbled words hitting every spot just as his cock slid in and out of your cunt, filling you perfectly. “God, your cock is so big, baby boy; feels so good.”

A muffled whine left his lips, and both of his hands gripped your hips, picking your pace up a fraction. “Aww,” you breathed, a sheen of sweat forming on your forehead. “Getting desperate, are you?”

“Mmphf!” Bucky managed, and you chuckled darkly, leaning close so your nose brushed his. Removing your hand, you found his mouth still slack, but his lips were bitten red, slick with spit from his tongue. “Ah! Baby, please, ‘m close!”

“No–don’t you dare,” you barked, and the urge to laugh at his piteous whimper in reply was almost overwhelming. Instead, you brushed your lips over his cheekbone until you reached his ear, whispering softly, “If you make me cum, you can let go, baby–promise.”

“Fuck,” Bucky moaned, and he grit his teeth, the muscles in his jaw standing out in relief. “Fuckin’- Okay, okay,” he continued, and it was all the warning you had when you felt his thigh spread slightly, your knees now pressed against the door and the shifter block. “I’ll make you cum–need to make you feel good.”

“Oh!” You cried, the sudden thrust up taking you entirely by surprise and throwing off your rhythm. “Shit, babe, ohmygod-”

“Such a fuckin’ slut–aren’t you?” Bucky breathed, a sly smirk on his lips as he watched your breasts bounce. “Wanna hear you purr, sweetheart, c’mon.”

You stared down at Bucky, eyes hooded and brow raised, each thrust up punching the air from your lungs in a loud moan. The Hellcat was rocking slightly with the pace of Bucky’s hips, and you gripped his hair tightly. “Gonna make you purr, baby girl, need to hear it.” 

As he spoke, one hand left your hip to trail a line of fire across your stomach, and he stopped where his body met yours, a predatory glint in his eyes. “What are you doing? Oh fuck-”

Your words were cut off with a choked moan, the sudden jolts from his thumb rubbing small, fast circles over your clit forced you to the edge faster than you could have hoped for, and he realised as much. “You’re so close, baby girl, need you to soak my cock–need you to cum for me, please, please- Good girl! Fuck, oh, shit!”

A fast swipe from the pad of his thumb sent you reeling, the pressure cresting and exploding like a bomb through every last nerve, and your body bowed towards him as you moaned to the roof of the Hellcat – the waves of your release pulling you under and drowning you while you shook in his arms. 

You came to, feeling Bucky’s hot breath against your neck as he whimpered and whined, his hips still pistoning in and out at a fevered, faltering pace. “‘M so close for you, baby, please–please lemme cum, need to cum- Fuck, it hurts, need it so bad!”

Shuddering slightly, you latched onto his neck and suckled at the skin, trailing a path up to his ear. “Let go for me, baby boy, be good for me and let go. Give it to me.”

“Oh, fuck!” Bucky shouted, his voice broken and hoarse. Warmth filled your cunt, and you smiled against his neck, shifting and rocking your hips to prolong his release – each roll made him moan loudly, his grip moving to your thighs and squeezing. “Feels s’good, sweetheart.”

“Did so well for me, baby,” you murmured, slumping onto his chest and tucking your forehead into his neck, ignoring the mess of your slick and his cum pooling in the crotch of Bucky’s suit. 

“Need to get you hyped up on whatever that was,” Bucky mused, his voice rumbling in his chest. “You’re an animal when you’re like that–and fuck, it’s so hot.”

The two of you laughed, content to sit there for a moment longer and bask in the afterglow of victory sex.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[tgmsunmontue]

Caring, Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide 1/?

Maverick is unknowingly surrounded by Transformers. He knows something is up though. Just not quite what it is exactly.

Bradley and Jake, having never met, are embarking on their own journeys and will have to learn to deal with the fact that they've both been adopted by Transformers.

Despite having years more experience, Maverick is no help at all.

PROLOGUE 1978

                He’s sitting at the table, dragging a spoon through his oatmeal when Nick staggers into the room, scrubbing at his face with one hand and stopping his pants from falling down with the other. His chest is covered in little red bite marks and not so little scratch marks and he raises an eyebrow.

                “Good night?”

                “Wild. Absolute hellcat. Amazing in bed. But man, I really need to cut back on drinking, you know what I thought I saw last night?”

                “What?”

                “You know that new hoover I bought? I swear I saw it change into an insect, like a butterfly, but then I blinked and it was back as a hoover.”

                Pete laughs, points to the hoover standing completely inanimate in the corner of the room.

                “You mean that one?”

                “Yeah… the bag was unfolded into these big wings…”

                “Man, your mind must be a weird and wonderful place and –” he’s about to say he should lay off other stuff as well when he catches movement in the doorway and there’s an attractive woman standing there wearing nothing but one of Nick’s shirts and what he assumes are her own underwear. “Good morning. I can’t believe Nick hasn’t offered you coffee yet. Or introduced us. My name’s Pete, it’s nice to meet you.”

                “Carole, nice to meet you too.”

                Nick’s spluttering about not having time to do introductions, how he was just about to bring her breakfast in bed, but Pete just laughs and decides to make himself scarce for the rest of the morning.

…            …            …

PART ONE – the coming together

                Pete runs his hands over the body work of the Kawsaki Ninja. It’s body is in solid shape, but it’s been customized in some way, the internal bits not like the standard engine, but he can figure it out. He’s good with engines.

                “You’re beautiful… shall we go for a ride?”

                “Oh, we can’t get her to start up…” the mechanic says, walking over and wiping his hands on a rag before shoving it into his back pocket.

                Pete turns the key and the engine immediately thrums into life and he grins.

                “Must have the magic touch.”

…            …            …

                A week later, out of the corner of his eye, he thinks he sees his bike standing upright, like some kind of robot but when he turns to look properly it’s just his bike and he shakes his head and he convinces himself that he needs to get a proper night sleep. Maybe stay where the sounds of Goose and Carole having sex don't wake him up in the middle of the night.

…            …            …

                The wedding and Bradley being born are highlights for Pete in the early eighties. Carole and he get on really well and he’s so happy, feeling the reflection of joy from his little adopted family. Happy for years so when he loses Goose the sharp and sudden contrast is crushing. The darkness, the guilt, the missing piece… it drags him down. He tries, he really does, knows that the people around him are worried but he can’t bring himself to care.

                He is certain, that the crash, when it happens, should have killed him. He’d been drinking again, not caring about anything much, but instead of dying his bike seems to wrap itself around him like a protective casing and rolls down the hillside. He can hear the scrape of gravel and snapping of branches; he fully expects to never wake up from the injuries he is surely sustaining. A voice close to his ear mutters this is a stupid fucking way to try and die and he lets out a wet laugh. People saw him go over the side, stopped to help and he’s taken to a hospital where he is cleared from anything other than some grazes and bruises. He’s told he’s very lucky, that he must have a guardian angel and he knows that some people are thinking about Goose, but he’s starting to think about his bike.

                When he gets out, his bike is in his garage waiting for him. No one mentioned getting it for him. It’s only been twenty-four hours and his bike is in pristine condition, not even a layer of dust. Like he didn’t even take it out. There is definitely no evidence of the same fall that he experienced, no scratches or scrapes in the body-paint and he runs his hands over the body reverently, not understanding what or how, but knowing that there is something definitely special about it. And for some unexplainable reason it’s chosen him to be with.

                It’s a turning point, he stops drinking so much, squares his shoulders and takes a deep metaphorical breath and begins living his life again. Carole and Bradley are still there. Flying is still there. Weirdly and a little confusingly Iceman is still there, along with Slider, orbiting him like they maybe expect him to explode, touching base regularly but never getting too close.

                Work too settles back into a sense of normalcy, although he makes a few changes to his will to make Bradley his sole beneficiary and Carole his emergency contact. They combine households, his own deployments making it pointless to have his own place when all he wants to do with his leave is spend it with them. He comes back from one deployment to find the old hover in the garage beside his bike and he frowns, carries it back inside to Carole.

                “This was in the garage…”

                “I swear I threw it away. Maybe I was just meaning to throw it away…”

                “Does it not work anymore?” Pete asks.

                “You know, it really does, it’s just so heavy and I can’t be bothered carrying it up and down the stairs so I bought a lighter one.”

                Pete just looks at it, remembers Goose’s grumbling about imagining it turning into something and his fingers tighten around the handle.

                “I’ll keep it in the garage to clean up after myself.”

                “Okay, I’ll believe that when I see it!” Carole teases, but Pete knows she’s teasing because he’s a neat-freak, his years in the Navy not allowing for mess to just lie around. Everything has a place and it needs to be tidied away back to that place when he’s finished with it, whether it’s on a carrier, in his plane or in his garage. He’s had to relax with regards to some of that with Bradley and the fact he’s simply a kid that leaves his things everywhere, but his own bedroom and garage remain safe spaces.

                More years pass and he catches more glimpses of both his bike and the hoover in forms that are definitely not a bike and hoover. He doesn’t mention it to anyone else, doesn’t even know what he could begin to say. He does talk to them though, just quiet murmurings under his breath while he cleans them and studies the internal workings, and the fact it’s so different makes him feel justified that he’s maybe not meant to have seen these types of inner workings. So while he keeps them and talks to them, they never talk back. Never do anything more out of the ordinary and some days he forgets that they are simply not a standard motorbike and hoover.

                He ends up being deployed with a squadron that has both Iceman and Slider and when he ends up in the shower with Iceman, his hand wrapped around both their cocks, some of their previous interactions suddenly make a lot more sense. He has to ignore Slider’s knowing looks for the rest of the deployment, but he also gets the heavy intense gaze of Iceman watching him whenever they’re in the same room and he’d put up with a lot to have that apparently.

                When he gets back Bradley has finished his first year at school and he and Ice have struggled through a talk. About them. And their feelings. It had been horribly awkward, and he’d once had to explain to Goose about why he enjoyed anal sex, but this conversation with Tom takes the new first place in his list of awkward conversations.

                He hopes they never have to have another one.

…            …            …

                Jake is ten when his uncle first brings home the old beaten-up cockpit of some type of plane and gifts it to him as his tenth birthday present, despite his parents’ grumbles about it taking up precious space in the barn. It’s not a cockpit that he recognizes at all, not one anyone recognizes when he asks around, but he doesn’t care. He sits in it and pretends he’s flying, runs his hands over the dials and wonders what they’d look like all lit up. It’s his favorite place to sit and do his homework, to sit and listen to music and also hide away from the world when it gets to be too much.

                He starts doing it up, sanding away rust and buffing the metal to a gleaming shine. When he’s around thirteen he goes out the there are a few parts sitting in a pile just outside the barn door and he takes them inside, has to drag some of them they’re so big. He doesn’t know how to weld, but he knows who to ask to teach him. He can already see how some of the parts are meant to fit together.

                “Where did the spare parts come from?” Jake asks that night over dinner, and his father frowns at him.

                “What parts?”

                “Uh, there was just a… small pile near the barn this morning. I tidied them away,” Jake says, know as long as he keeps the space contained and up in the lofted part out of the way his father doesn’t really care what he does in there.

                “Huh. I don’t know, maybe your Uncle Andy dropped them off?”

                Jake doesn’t think that’s the case at all, but there’s no other explanation that he can think of. As years pass more parts turn up and he no longer asks. There’s something… weird about it. Not bad weird, but definitely odd. He’s older now, knows the inner mechanics of the ranch trucks and his pick-up. He’s visited the airfield and spoken to some of the pilots, asked questions and been interested enough for them to show him the inner workings of the engines. This is nothing like anything he’s seen before, and yet it feels and looks older. So. Weird.

…            …            …

                His mom passes away a week before he turns fifteen. He doesn’t think he will ever be able to have a birthday in the future without remembering the grief of his mom dying. Pete and Tom are great, but they’re not his mom.

…            …            …

                Sally stretches her wings out and basks in the sun, she doesn’t transform much anymore, enjoys staying in the plane form which Maverick seems to enjoy the most. Not that she’s ever shown him her alternate form, she’s old, but she’s not lost her mind. Plus the paint and oils that Maverick uses are top of the line and she’s not felt this good in years, won’t be letting go of this lifestyle in her twilight years if she can help it. When she’s too tired to fly, or doesn’t feel like flying she simply doesn’t, which she’d first thought would cause anger, because humans do seem quick to anger. But not Maverick, instead he’d run warm hands over her nose, murmuring quietly under his breath and asking her what was wrong, then given her a complete overhaul, which she can only liken to a spa pamper day she once heard some humans refer to.

…            …            …

                “Name’s Bronco,” the blue car introduces himself, voice gravelly and the plane doesn’t transform, but he can feel that he’s being judged.

                “Original,” she says dryly. “You a friend of Bumblebee’s?”

                “I know him. Wouldn’t say we’re exactly friends,” Bronco mutters, because there’s no point in lying. The old plane hums and he wonders if she’s going to say anything else.

                “Let me tell you how it works here.”

                She describes the humans, explains that Maverick is their human, the one that all the other humans around here seem to defer to, even when he does something that no-one else can make sense of. There is Iceman, who isn’t here very often, but occasionally turns up. Then there is Bradley, who Bronco is already familiar with. Ninja is surly, doesn’t seem to care about anyone other than protecting Maverick and only seems to tolerate Sally because she’s the only one who can protect him up in the sky.

                Then there are all the others. Dozens of the fuckers. Minbots who take on the forms of everyday human appliances which he himself would find incredibly demeaning. Except for the fact that there are so many of them, and they’re not all old, but they do range wildly in actual usefulness. Sally says that many of them just turn up, and he raises one of his eyebrows at that, hears the crunching of metal at the movement but he’s yet to allow Maverick to touch his innerworkings.

                Bronco doesn’t particularly like Maverick, instead likes the kid he often has with him. Bradley. He’s got more of a fun streak and Bronco likes that. He knows refusing to work for Maverick annoys Sally, but he doesn’t care. He works for Bradley and that’s more important to him, the way the kid laughs and runs a hand over his hood and dash, like Bronco is a treasure rather than a beat-up old relic. As Maverick shows him how to oil his pieces, explains how things should work, but how Bronco is special in some way he can’t explain, he finds himself warming to the older human a little. Just a little.

…            …            …

                It’s been a while since he’s been out to the hangar and he’s impressed, the outside still looks old and like a strong wind would blow it away, but inside there’s a new coat of paint, there’s a large well-lit work bench, a line of about five bikes, the Mustang and a car. Well, an old blue Bronco. Mav’s never shown any interest in doing up cars before, and he didn’t mention buying one.

                “When did the Bronco arrive?”

                “Oh, are you admitting you actually organized that one?”

                “No. I’m not admitting to anything. Who’s going to be driving it?”

                “Well, no-one at the rate I’m going. It won’t even turn over for me. Don’t know what Bradley does, but he must wiggle the key just the right way but it turns over for him perfectly each time.”

                “Are you teaching him to drive?”

                “Yeah, he’s seventeen. Of course I am.”

                “God, when did he get old enough to drive…”

                “When we weren’t watching.”

…            …            …

                The yelling and screaming is short lived, no-one shifting an inch, Pete refusing to say anything as to why he pulled the papers. Bradley’s feeling of betrayal apparent with every shouted word.

                When he drives out to the hangar both Bradley and the Bronco are gone.

                Pete hopes like hell that the Bronco is actually like his bike and the hoover, not that the hoover ever saved his life, but Ice still denies all knowledge of the Bronco, and the Bronco only ever started for Bradley, so he has to hold onto the hope that it will keep him safe.

…            …            …

                When Bradley leaves, Bronco goes with him.

                He doesn’t ever show himself to Bradley, not yet.

                But he does listen as Bradley talks to him.

                Asks him questions.

                Like why his gas gauge never changes despite the miles they travel. Bronco knew he was a smart kid, but he still doesn’t say anything.

CHAPTER TWO

[captain-price-unofficially]

This dramatic picture shows a F6F Hellcat with flames belching from below the engine, coming in to land on the carrier USS Cowpens. December 1944

[kisabesworld]

Thou request

Yakuza!Street Racer!Kirishima x afab!fem! reader who’s owns a carshop

quirkless au, dom/som themes, powerplay, choking, a bit of some mean kiri 😪, Im up to see what other suggestions you have in mind.

— 🧿

I LOVE THIS IDEA AGHHHH

18+ MINORS DNI!!

yakuza!streetracer!kirishima x fem reader

cw: smut, mean kiri, dirty talk, use of mean words, (slut bitch etc.) dub con?? idk i feel like it’s pretty consensual, mentions of cum

you’d been dragged to a lousy street race by your friends. they’d always loved going to them, though they’ve always been more outgoing than you. you just thought it was boring more than anything. the sound of revving engines and cheers from the crowd woke you from your daze. you looked up, seeing the race was about to start.

cars were in rows, getting ready to take off. all of them were expensive, with rowdy men in the drivers seat that looked too cocky for their own good. against your better judgment, one man caught your eye. he had bright red hair, spiked up in a way that definitely fit him. he had a smug smile on his face, his sharp teeth showing. they made you shiver.

his eyes grazed over where you were standing before landing on you. you wouldn’t let this man intimidate you, despite his demeanor. he grinned wider, revving up his hellcats engine and giving you a wink. you tried to push the blush rising to your face away, but to no avail. his eyes only narrowed, his tongue coming out to wet his lips before turning frontwards again. then the race started.

you could feel your heart beating out of your chest. you’d never really been interested in men, much more interested in staying to yourself. but this man, his dangerous demeanor, his sharp toothed smile, it drew you in.

you should’ve listened to your gut.

the race ended fast, the cocky redhead coming in first place. it suited him. you watched for a few minutes, your friends fawning over some of the guys. the red headed man noticed you again, and a sly smile rose to his cheeks. you quickly decided it was time to go. saying goodbye to your friends, you began to walk to your car which was parked not too far away.

just as you unlock your car, a loud engine made you almost jump out of your skin. as you caught your breath, you looked around to see where it was. to your surprise, it was the same black hellcat that held the handsome redhead inside. you rolled your eyes before turning back around.

“hey! babe. c’mere.” he said, his voice deep and the slightest bit raspy. shivers went down your body straight to your toes at his words. you turned, cocking your head at the man.

“why? how do i know you’re not some creep.”

“im the creep?” he says, letting out a loud chuckle that had heat rising to your cheeks in embarrassment. “you’re the one who was eyeing me up at the race, doll. you’re the real creep, aintcha?”

you sighed, walking towards his car. “fine. whatever. what do you want?” you say, annoyance in your tone.

“you need to learn some manners, baby. lemme teach ya, yeah?” he says, a toothy grin on his face. he looked as cocky as ever. you inwardly wondered if he could back all of that up.

“no thank you. if you wanna do business with me though, here’s my card.” you say, handing him the card for your shop. he eyed it before sucking his teeth in annoyance.

“maybe if you stop by though, i’ll consider it.” you continue, walking away from him.

a few days later, you were busy in your shop. same old same old, looking at random guys cars with minor problems that they were too stupid to fix. you sighed, already tired from how boring the day had been. that’s when you heard a familiar engine rev in your parking lot. you grinned wide, though quickly stopped yourself once you realized what you were doing.

you sat up, wiping some of the grime from your face before turning to the redhead.

“hey, doll. you miss me?” he asks, the same toothy grin from before plastered on his face.

“not at all, actually.” you answer back in a matter of fact, sweet as honey tone. he clicks his tongue.

“again with the lack of manners? you’re gonna need more training than i thought, babe.” and with that he pinned you to the side of the bmw you’d been working on. his jean clad knee rested snugly between your thighs.

“woah woah woah— i don’t even know your name!” you say, gripping his t-shirt roughly.

“you tell me yours first, babe.” he responds, waiting for an answer.

“goddamnit- fine! my name is y/n. now what’s yours?”

“say please, doll.” he says, his head leaning down to let his lips ghost your neck. you shivered, swallowing your pride.

“please.” you say, heat rising to your cheeks.

he grins, teeth practically gleaming in the light. they were like razors. “good girl. you learn quick dontcha?” he says, his tone cruel. “my names eijirou.” he says, leaning down yet again to ghost kisses down your neck.

“fuck— feels nice.” you say, squirming at his touch. he chuckled at this, before grabbing your neck and squeezing lightly at the sides. “watch that goddamn filthy mouth, slut.” he says, watching as your eyes widened.

you nodded, suddenly feeling much more willing to comply. his eyes darkened, his hands never leaving your neck.

you could feel yourself slipping into submission at his words. you wanted to fight it— needed to. you knew he was trouble. could feel it in your very bones. but he was just too tempting.

“ah- yes, sir.”

his eyes widen, and suddenly he’s on you, ripping off your t-shirt to suck hickies on the exposed parts of your breast through your bra. “so sweet.. you’re gonna be sweet for me, right sugar?” he asks through kisses trailed down your chest to your belly button.

“yeah—“ he smacks your thigh, hard enough to hurt but soft enough you knew it was only a warning. “manners. yes what?”

you racked your brain, a dumb look on your face as you tried to decipher what he’d said. fuck, you’re already submitting to a man you barely knew. and he knew it all to well.

“already getting fucking dumb? i haven’t even stuck my dick in ya yet, sugar.” he says, crude words sending heat straight to your cunt. god, this man was dangerous and you loved it.

you shifted your thighs together, practically begging him to fuck you with how needy you looked. he just chuckled, man handling you over his shoulder and walking you both into your office. he laid you on your tummy on the desk, a hand pinning both of yours to the small of your back.

“needy little thing aintcha. just need a big strong man like me to dick you down right?” he spits, pulling your pants down to your ankles.

“goddamn, you’ve soaked through your panties! must really like this, huh? dirty fucking bitch.” he says, his voice sweet but words the opposite. you squirmed at his teasing, and in response he left a harsh slap on your ass.

“stay still, babe.” he says, pulling your panties down your ankles and proceeding to blow cold air on your cunt. you let out a whimper at the sensation, but tried your hardest not to move as he asked of you. “awh, good girl. my good girl. you’re learning awful quick for a dumb slut, ya know?”

“i’ll just have to reward you by dicking you down real good, won’t i?” he says, placing a hand on your neck. you moaned loud in response, too far gone too form actual words. you could hear him unzipping his jeans and sliding them down his thighs, anticipation making you shake.

he rubbed his tip through your folds, and you could already tell this man was huge. you could practically feel the veins on his shaft, and it wasn’t even in you yet. your desperate pussy clenched around nothing, ready to be stuffed full.

“all right baby, i’ll take care of you. don’t worry.” he says, his change in demeanor a surprise for you. well, it changed for a moment. after he’d finished bullying his fat cock inside you, he’d just went right back to how he was before. fucking mean.

fucking into you at a pace so rough pencils and papers began to fall from your desk. you moaned loudly, unable to stabilize yourself on anything with him holding your hands behind your back.

“fuckkk— your cunt is so tight- all for me yeah?” he says, fucking into you harder if it was even possible. his balls slapped loudly against your clit, only furthering your pleasure. you’d never felt anything like this before. especially the building pleasure and the feeling you needed to.. pee?

“no— nonono eijirou- need to peeee!” you whined, he only laughed cruelly, pinching your clit harshly and continuing his pace. “ah- eijirou!” you moan, suddenly soaking his dick with squirt. it ran down your thighs and further served to soak your pants and panties. he moaned lightly before pulling out and cumming on your ass with a slight whimper.

“god- that was amazing. let’s do it again sometime, yeah, sugar?” he asks, already grabbing a nearby rag to clean you and himself up.

an: sorryyy if this is rushed i just got off work🫡 hope you enjoy lovelies.

[saintsir4n]

1. fast girls

thank you for 1k views

WARNING: VIOLENCE

"GIRL, we live together and you still arrive late, what is wrong with you?" Keelie stressed, seeing her close friend speed walk through the nail salon, from her post.

To say she was mad was an understatement.

Carson huffed, "'Cause you be usin' up all of the hot water."

"Just shut up and pick up the phones," Keelie nodded to the counter where the phones had been ringing throughout the hour.

"Sorry," Carson winced, rushing over, greeting the other workers and customers, before dropping her bag by her station and picking up the blaring phone, "KeKe's nail salon... oh hey girl..."

Carson worked at the nail salon as a receptionist. She didn't do people's nails, but she never passed up the opportunity to be pampered whenever her close friend offered to do it for free. She loved sketching out designs, sometimes for customers, but when she had time for her passion in life she spent hours shading for cars for other drivers. A girl's gotta make a buck somehow. She loved her car – a black Dodge Charger Hellcat – a gift from her recently deceased father Daniel Baker. The car was her baby, but like a child, it needed nurturing. She was obsessed with pink, everything she wore was pink, so she wanted her car to match, whether it was small patterns, leopard print or stripes. She just wanted it done and dusted. New parts were expensive, so she worked at her best friend's establishment.

Throughout her shift she did her rounds, checking in with the regulars, laughing and joking about the things going on in their lives and ranting about the stuff that provoked their problems. Most of it was all the same cause... men.

Luckily she didn't have that problem at the moment.

Carson was known for having the brightest smile and it went with her eccentric style, which was where she copped her nickname; Summer. Very rarely was the racer sad and if she was, everyone was out for blood, especially her godbrother Dom and the team.

Around town, there were a lot of rules, especially for the different street racing crews, but in Dom's, it was; Do not piss off Summer. And everyone listened, if they didn't, wrenches would rain from the sky.

"Summer," Keelie's voice made her head snap up from her most recent design.

Taking the cherry lollipop out of her mouth, Carson asked, "What?"

"You can go, it's your break."

An hour for lunch, Keelie was an angel for that. Sure, it was blatant favouritism, but Carson didn't care. She was already packing up her stuff and throwing it in her bag.

She did the bare minimum at work, but she was always exhausted.

"I'll tell Mia you said wassup!" Carson teased, stepping out from behind the counter, and receiving a scowl from her close friend.

"Girl, I'll beat ya ass," Keelie warned, pretending to put up her braids.

Carson giggled, "With them slow legs, try me."

Everyone laughed, knowing damn well Carson wasn't a fighter, but she damn sure would cry until she got her way.

—

Carson pulled up to the auto shop and cafe, fluffed out her relaxed hair and applied some lip gloss. The sound of her engine attracted a pair of familiar blue eyes.

When she stepped out, she readjusted her denim skirt and started walking, after blowing a kiss at her car.

The sun smooched her skin and she let it. She hated looking pale and ashy, and summer in LA was insane, but at least she tanned easily.

She lowered her sunglasses when she came closer, whistling at the young Toretto girl who worked behind the counter.

Mia smirked at the sight of her friend and she wasn't the only one.

"Lookin' hot Mia," Carson winked, purposefully not making eye contact with the blonde sitting on her left as she sauntered around.

"Feelin' it too," Mia chuckled, running a hand through her sweating hair, "but you look good," she always does, "Dom!" she yelled attracting her brother, but Carson was already behind the counter, going into the back and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"You on a break Summer?" his deep voice drew the daze of the blonde whose eyes darted between the two.

"Would I be here if I wasn't?" she retorted, gaining a deadpanned look.

"Yes," he replied, taking a sip of his corona.

"Yeah yeah," she playfully nudged him and went back to the front, hearing the end of Mia's conversation.

Dropping her bag on the floor, Carson approached.

Mia leaned over and whispered, "He's been askin' for you."

"So has Keke," Carson grinned at the blush appearing on the Torretto girl's face.

"Shut up Summer."

Carson giggled and leaned against the counter where Brian had stopped eating and half-heartedly skimmed through a magazine, though his sparkly eyes never glanced away.

"Still eatin' that stank ass tuna?" she asked, nodding to the half ate sandwich.

Brian shrugged, "It's good."

"And you're a liar," now that made him smile.

Damn his smile, Carson needed to snap out of it and one nudge from Mia did just that.

"Oh, am I?" Brian asked, pushing the plate and his magazine to the side.

"You are, I don't know why you eat it," Carson mused, just as Mia started to clean and listened to every word.

"Maybe I just wanted an excuse to see you," Brian said, tilting his head to the side, grinning when gulped at his confidence.

"Sure," she drawled, not knowing what to say after that.

He was making her feel hotter than the sun.

"A good sandwich and a beautiful girl, not a bad way to live," his compliments were doing things to her.

He couldn't get enough of her smile, her eyes that rose-tinted sunglasses concealed, her style – he never thought pink looked so good –  the silver little cross that hung from her neck and he knew for sure that she could drive.

"You're stupid," Carson murmured and he just chuckled. She started playing with her nails, trying to change the subject, eyes landing on his plate again, "No crust as well, what are you five?"

He raised his hands in defence, "It's a preference." He couldn't stand the crust, it tasted like dirt to him, but the tuna he would tolerate, just for the chance to see the pink-obsessed racer.

"Oh I know, a stupid one."

"Well, I like what I like."

She pursed her lips, "You should be open to anythin'."

"Maybe you should show me," now that made her breath hitch and turn away, much to his amusement.

Mia was laughing to herself, then received a kick from the Baker racer.

Brian only stopped smirking when the sound of cars speeding towards the shop neared.

The blonde silently cursed himself, only five minutes of her time, yesterday was longer, he realised.

Carson finally recovered from the flirting and tried to find a distraction, her bag was over by the corner where she had her sketchbook and pencils, but she was worried if she went over to retrieve it, she would trip and possibly make a fool out of herself in front of Brian's fine ass. Why did he have to be called Brian? Why not something sexier, to match his face?

"Summer!" Leon's voice snapped her out of her haze, "How's my Barbie doin' today?"

Carson frowned at his joke.

"She's a Bratz doll, fool," Jesse even pointed to her top before leaning over and hugging her.

"And that's why Jesse's my favourite," Carson laughed at the look on Leon's face, just before he went to the back.

"That's rude girl," she heard Letty say as she walked past.

Carson winced, "...favourite after you Letty."

Mia waved at the rest of them, taking out some of her schoolwork. "What's up, guys?"

"How you doin', Mia?" Leon asked from the back, just as Jesse and Letty joined him.

Carson peeked at Brian, and they both exchanged another smile before Vince loomed, glaring at the sight, making her sigh, knowing how the macho man was about to behave.

He sat down, ready to antagonize the blonde, who didn't care to look his way, he just kept staring at Carson, who finally took off her shades and placed them on the side.

"Vincent, when you stop pervin', compliment me okay?" Carson heard the snickering from behind her but gained no reaction from the man.

So Mia had to jump in, "Vince," she cleared her throat, "Vince!"

"What?" He looked between the two girls, one frowning and the other irritated.

"Could I get you anythin'?"

He looked her up and down, "You look good."

Mia scoffed, tired of his constant advances towards her.

"Damn, I guess I'm invisible," Carson mumbled.

Brian didn't like the look on Vince's face when he stared at her.

"You always look good Summer," Vince replied, to which she smiled.

He was more of a brother figure than anything but that didn't mean he was blind to the fact she was one of the most stunning girls in LA.

Mia caught the look on Brian's face, was it anger or jealousy?

But she had no time to figure it out, because he suddenly stood up, retrieving the money from his pocket, and placing it down on the counter.

He nodded towards Mia then shot Carson his winning smile, "Well, thanks a lot, Mia. Carson, see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, maybe," Carson called out, watching him take his magazine and walk away.

A sly smirk graced Brian's lips as he walked out of the shop, a smirk that Vince wanted to wipe off his face so he stood up and followed after him.

"There he goes," Carson sighed.

"Try Fat Burger from now on. You can get yourself a Double Cheese with fries for 2.95, punk." They heard Vince spit out.

"I like the tuna here," Brian said, walking to his truck, whilst subtly admiring Carson's car.

His answer made Vince angrier.

"Bullshit, asshole," he scoffed. "No one likes tuna here."

"Yeah, well, I do," Brian said.

And he was suddenly pushed into the side of his truck, face first. Brian swivelled around and swung a fist at Vince.

Mia gasped and immediately alerted her brother, whilst the rest of the crew stood and watched, the guys were highly amused.

"And there goes the neighbourhood," Carson muttered, then turned to bang on the wired wall alongside Mia.

"Jesus Christ, Dom," Mia said, frustrated. "Would you get out there please?"

"Dominic, come on!" Carson stressed, seeing the two men tussle on the ground.

Dom finally got up from his seat, to see the scene.

He looked unimpressed, "What'd you put in that sandwich?"

"Ha, ha, real funny," Mia said sarcastically, rolling her eyes, whilst Carson stifled a laugh.

"It's that shitty tuna Amelia," that earned her a smack to the arm.

"Dom!" Letty said, gesturing towards the men, who were now on the ground.

"Alright." Dom huffed, speeding to break the fight up. The crew followed him out and Carson couldn't help but find a riled-up Brian more attractive, so she took out her cell to text Keelie.

white-on-white crime at the cafe, SEND!

Dom pulled Brian off and pushed him into the car they were beside, luckily it wasn't the Baker woman's or everyone would receive an earful.

Brian raised his hand in surrender, panting as he stared at Dom, "Hey man. He was in my face."

"I'm in your face," Dom retorted. Vince tried going after Brian again but was pushed back. "Relax!" Dom yelled. "Don't push it, you embarrass me!" He then looked towards Jesse. "Jesse, give me the wallet."

When did he get that? Carson's face scrunched up but when she turned back to Brian she could see the sweat coating his angry face. Sexy.

Jesse threw Dom the wallet.

Dom opened and inspected it for a few seconds after finding his ID,  "Brian Earl Spilner." he read, making Crason cringe.

It couldn't be sexy if it tried.

"Sounds like a serial killer name," Dom remarked, then pointed the wallet towards Brian. "Is that what you are?"

"No man," Brian immediately shook his head.

"Don't come around here again," Dom stated.

"Dom," Carson whined, but one look from her god brother had her averting her eyes.

Vince shot her a disapproving look too.

Letty threw an arm around her, whispering "He'll be back."

Brian took his wallet as Dom started to walk away.

"Hey, man you know this is bullshit," Brian called out angrily.

Dom turned around, "You work for Harry, right?"

"Yeah," Brian answered. "I just started."

"You were just fired," Dom said definitively before he walked back into the auto shop.

"Or not," Letty chuckled at the look on Carson's face.

Brian didn't look any better, watching as the crew steadily followed Dom, before his defeated gaze landed on Carson who sent him a weak smile.

What were they gonna do now?

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a/n:

i know, hellcats didn't come out until 2015, but they look so futuristic it reminded me of the second fast and furious movie, so i picked this one. plus i love how carson's and dom's cars are similar, both dodgers but made in different years. I'll be describing hers a lot more throughout the book.

how did you like the first chapter? carson is different to my other oc's, she's so much more bubbly and not tormented by any past trauma. family means a lot to her, but she also loves love, not just that, she adores attention and brian gives her so much of it.

i had to show mia some love and it would be cute to see her with keelie since most of her scenes in the first film do show her interacting with brian a lot.

*sigh* all my edits for this story have flopped because of my reposts about world issues, so you might have to visit my account to see any updates guys

- liv

[callaficcs]

⇢ protective taiga kagami ⇠

↳ ♡ — fluff || ｛ plot: family dinner with your family and boyfriend, taiga kagami, takes a turn when your cousin starts making snide comments ｝

↳ warnings: tw! offensive comments.

you were having dinner with your family, and your boyfriend, taiga. your brother, father and mother sat conversing with taiga when you reached for the bowl of potato salad, however this action was watched by your cousin - haizaki. he was a bit of a pain in the ass. he made snide comments about taiga, and complained and bitched about random things too.

haizaki's head rose and his signature smirk began to dance on his face, "oh, [y/n]. don't eat too much. taiga wouldn't want to be with a fatty," he commented. you lifted you head slightly, eyes and face void from any emotion, and set your utensils down, but said nothing. beside you, taiga's face went red with anger. gently, you placed a hand on his arm and shook your head slightly which made your aunty, haizaki's mother snort, and his sister scoff and roll her eyes.

throughout the dinner, you'd have to continue to listen to haizaki and his sister make remarks about what you wore, your makeup, your diet, your achievements; the works. still you said nothing and took snide comment after snide comment. yes, what they said hurt, but you'll be damned if anyone thought you'd let your cousins get the better of you. however, it was only until around the same time dessert came out that haizaki and his sister upped their insults.

"you don't need dessert, do you, [y/n]? you're already fat," haizaki's sister commented and thats when it hit a nerve. you weren't fat. in fact you were the fittest, right after taiga. you were a swimmer on the seirin high school team and you did boxing with taiga, and plates on alternating days. so if anything, you put them to shame in that regard. you got up from your seat, grabbed your coat from the coat room and left the house to sit in taiga's hellcat redeye.

as you settled into the car, you sighed, your mind kept replaying what you've been hearing the whole night. as time slowed, and your breathing relaxed, you dozed off, snuggled into one of taiga's real fluffy hoodies he'd brought with him just in case he felt cold. a tapping on the passenger side window startled you, making you jump from your sleep and your head snapped toward the window.

taiga had his knuckle raised from tapping on the window, and he peered at you through the glass. he signaled for you to open the window and you press on the window switch. taiga tilted his head and looked at you, "You not coming back up to finish eating?" he asked, his voice laced with slight worry. you shook your head and smiled half-heartedly. taiga nodded then tilted his head down to press a kiss on your jaw, "alright. give me 2 minutes. I'll go get your bag," he said and walked back into the house, only to imerge minutes later.

as he got closer to the car, you noticed blood on the corner of his lips, and the knuckles on his right hand was grazed. he got into the car, turned, put your bag in the backseat and revved the engine since you'd started it when it went into the house. you stayed silent for a few minutes after we'd pulled out of my parents driveway. "taiga? what happened?" you asked softly. "huh? oh nothing. why do you ask?" he responded, voice his usual gruffiness. "you've blood on your face and your knuckles look like they hurt," you added. he flexed his hand and placed it on my thigh, "I beat that cousin of yours to a pulp. I had to wait for you to leave before I did it though," he answered, "the stuff he was saying made my blood boil. I hope you didn't believe anything your cousins were saying. I love you just the way you are," he said softly as he breaked at a traffic light. you smiled and thread your fingers together, "I know. I love you too."

[alex99achapterthree]

WWII History...

"... well you SAID you wanted it below on the hangar deck after I landed..."

Trailing arresting gear and barrier cables, this F6F Hellcat, engine still running and pilot hauling back on the stick, is plunging down the open elevator. I don't know anything else about the mishap, other than that the guys visible down on the hangar deck are in for a rude surprise.