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rentacar-fmn · 4 months
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Rent a car bucuresti !
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În acest anotimp portocaliu, asortează-te cu fmn|rent a car pentru călătorii simple , rapide și fără bătăi de cap !
Culorile iernii se potrivesc perfect cu serviciile noastre de închiriere auto , care aduc un strop de confort și libertate în fiecare aventură .
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e-carlease · 1 year
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BMW i4 210kW eDrive 35 Electric Car Lease
 In terms of capability this option will have a usable 67 kWh lithium-ion battery which will offer 0 – 62 times of 6.0 seconds, 118 mph top speeds and 210 kW (or 282hp). And the drivetrain will be RWD. Expect a combined winter range of 205 miles with warmer weather allowing for 285 miles on a full charge. On charging, the 11 kW AC max will allow 7 hour and 15 min 0 – 100% charging times with the 180 kW DC maximum allowing 31 minute 10 – 80% times. This car has a reasonable cargo volume of 470L and a vehicle fuel equivalent of 151 mpg. And the i4 35 can tow, with a 1600 kg (Braked) and 750kg (Unbraked)  capability.
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opelman · 9 months
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justofflease · 10 months
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If you're in the market for a used car, Just Off Lease in Lodi, NJ should be your first stop. We've got a myriad of excellent vehicles across many different makes, helping you find your dream car even quicker. In our latest blog, we suggest 4 BMW models that you should keep an eye on in your search. Visit our dealership today to see our current stock and test drive one of them today.
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njvipauto · 1 year
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sanchitainfra · 1 year
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secretelephanttattoo · 5 months
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Marcus Pike 
Headshots - Chapter 4
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Pairing: Marcus Pike x Ella (f!reader with nickname)
Rating: Mature
Words: 2,400
Summary: Marcus and Ella go on holiday.
Warnings: Non-explicit PIV. One mention of alcohol. Marcus being a flirty menace. Lots of food talk as these two need to keep their energy up. Nuzzling. So much kissing.
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Monday 
Your flight had been a long one and the drive from the airport to the coast had taken 5 hours. You’d split driving duties between the two of you and, even though Marcus had insisted that he knew how to drive a stick, there had been frequent bunny hops and flailing hands looking for gear sticks that weren’t on the ‘correct’ side. Your lower back was grumbling, making you start to shift uncomfortably in the driver's seat, so it was a relief when Marcus announced that you were only 10 minutes away from your destination.
By the time the rented BMW crunched up the driveway of the cottage you’d leased, it was dark outside, and the rain was turning from a light mist to heavy droplets. You could hear the sea, but it was too dark and cloudy to get a real sense of the view. You hoped it would live up to the photos online.
Ducking under the low beams of the porch, you pushed open the old wooden front door, which stuck slightly in protest. You were grateful that the owners had left a few lamps switched on, and you flicked on the remaining lights as you padded across the parquet floor in the hallway and into the kitchen. 
The welcome hamper on the farmhouse style table contained a loaf of soda bread, some tea and milk. The accompanying card welcomed you both to Ireland and informed you that the delicious smell coming from the red cast iron pot on the stove was homemade Irish Stew. 
Marcus came in from the bedroom, yawning and kneading the back of his shoulder with his fist.
“That’s the suitcases sorted, honey. I don’t know whether I want to eat or collapse in bed or maybe both at the same time.”
He enveloped his arms around you from behind and nuzzled his face into your neck, kissing the sensitive spot under your ear. Reading the card over your shoulder, he smiled.
“That’s the first time I’ve seen it written down. I like it.”
Tuesday 
Your head was fuzzy with jet lag when you gingerly blinked your eyes open. You could sense that it was still very early. Through a small gap in the floral curtains, you could see the last few remaining orange and red leaves on the oak tree outside. The seasons were shifting, and it would soon be winter.
The unfamiliar fragrance of the soft, white cotton pillowcase under your head reminded you that you were far from home. But home was not always a place. Yours was a person.
A large, warm, soft hand was underneath your favourite oversized band t-shirt, fingertips lazily drawing circles across the skin of your belly. You felt Marcus bury his nose into your hair.
“Good morning, you.” You whispered as you flipped around to face him. His eyes were still closed, but the smile induced dimple that you spotted told you that he was awake just enough. 
He smoothed his palm along your thigh and hooked it over his hip, pulling you closer to him so that he could kiss and nibble along your shoulder. 
There was that familiar jolt of electricity, the one that you got whenever you saw, felt, just how much this beautiful man wanted you. 
“Mmmm morning, my Ella.” He murmured sleepily as he brought his lips up to meet yours. You opened them to let him in, and you melted into one another, both of you one half of the other now. 
The early morning quiet of the bedroom was punctuated by your hushed sighs as you alternated between slow, deep kisses, pecks, and bites.
You could have stayed kissing him like this all morning. Him, with one hand curled into your hair and you, with one hand down the back of his sleep shorts and the other stroking his jaw with your thumb.
You heard his breath hitch as your hips grinded into his. Snaking your hand down between your bodies, you edged his waistband down part way with your hand while he dragged your underwear to the side. 
Had you been able to form a coherent thought, while you gripped his hip and threw your head back as he slowly slid inside you, it would have been “This is the best way to start our holiday.”
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Much later than planned, due to breakfast in bed that had turned into brunch and then a joint shower which had completely emptied the hot water tank, Marcus hopped in the passenger seat of the car, saying that he needed to look up something on his phone. This was partially true, he was planning a surprise for you later in the week but he was also grateful for a reason to avoid hearing the car’s clutch growl in fury at his poor European driving skills. 
You’d seen him checking the size label in your coat earlier and wondered what he was up to. 
Your plans for today were to visit Kylemore Abbey. The late autumn fog had rolled in across the mountains behind and given the place an otherworldly feeling. 
At the famous wishing stone, Marcus read the information board aloud. 
Stand with your back against the stone, make a wish, and throw a small pebble back over the stone three times, and your wish will be granted. It is bad luck to wish for money but you can wish for love.
You spent a few moments choosing pebbles, and both took a turn. You refused to tell Marcus yours (to see him in his leather jacket more often) but he’d delighted in whispering his into your ear and making you gasp “Well, fuck!” 
Much to the derision of a passing Nun. 
“I’d better make sure my camera battery is charged up then.” You replied, bunching his burnt orange flannel shirt into your fist as you pulled him in for a kiss and savoured the scratch of his holiday stubble against your skin.
Wednesday
After a couple of days driving around, you were sticking closer to home today. You dug out some dusty maps from the bookshelves in the lounge and spread them across the carpet. Marcus came in to find you standing, quite literally, on top of one, trying to orientate yourself. 
“Umm, Ella…?”
You shot him a serious look.
“We both know what happened the last time I tried to navigate us through the countryside, this time I’d like to make it to the pub” you pointed to it on the map “before the sun goes down.”
A few hours later, and with mud splattered almost all the way up to your knees, you arrived at the village pub. You were pleased to see a sign outside advertising food. The walk had (predictably) taken far longer than you’d anticipated, and you were both starving.
Situating yourselves at a small, shiny wooden table next to the log fire, you clinked your pint glasses of Guinness together in a toast and had a look through the menu. 
Marcus had a glint in his eye. You knew it well.
“You know, we really should try some of the local specialities while we’re here. Have you ever had oysters before?”
You put down your drink and rested your chin on your hand before replying, with faux naivety.
“It just so happens that I haven’t had them before Marcus. Is there anything I should know about them before I try them?"
Marcus had his hand on your thigh and leaned in closer.
“Some say they’re an aphrodisiac…”
It was at that moment that the waitress appeared.
“One special seafood platter, please.” You squeaked out.
When she returned with your order a little while afterwards, you swatted Marcus on the arm and pulled your camera out of your bag.
“It’s these shenanigans which have meant I’ve barely taken a single photo this week that I can show my mother when we get home. So say 'cheese'!"
Thursday
You were curled up in a squashy corduroy armchair in the lounge when you heard what sounded like a rumble of thunder outside. Marcus had gone out earlier, claiming to need to buy some souvenirs for his work colleagues. He was a terrible liar, but his surprises always ended well for you both, so you'd just smiled and nodded as you sent him on his way.
Peering through the window, with your book still in your hand, you saw him.
Your wish had not only come true but had gone platinum. You pulled on your Dr Marten boots and yanked open the front door.
Marcus was leaning up against a glossy black motorcycle, arms folded, with two helmets by his feet and an amused expression on his face.
“What’s all this?” You quipped as you walked across the gravel towards him.
“Well, I always get the feeling that you like me in my leather jacket. Did I never tell you that I rode a motorcycle in college?” He preened.
His jacket creaked as he tucked you under his arm and pressed a kiss onto your forehead.
You dipped your hand inside his zipper and rested it on his chest.
“You had a motorcycle, and you were in a band? How were you ever single?!”
“Hmm, let’s not go there.” He smirked into your hair. “I also had a mullet. Shall we go for a ride?” 
He pulled some more motorcycle leathers from the saddlebags for you and helped you fasten your helmet under your chin.
Gripping him tightly round the waist, you breathed in the familiar scent of his jacket mixed with the smoke from the log fire and the crisp autumn air before flicking down your visor. 
Marcus steered you expertly off the driveway and followed the signs for the Wild Atlantic Highway. The views were stunning, the rugged coastline on one side of you and the lush emerald hills on the other.
Later, you took a rest stop next to a small shingle beach. It was too cold for paddling, but you both stood on the shoreline skimming stones into the water. His bounced expertly while yours mainly just splashed clumsily.
You shared a flask of hot chocolate, the blue enamel mugs warming your hands, and sat watching the lapping waves until the daylight started to creep away, and it was time to head back.
Friday
You began your last day in Ireland with breakfast outside, it wasn’t quite warm enough for it but the vista of the winding road that led down to a secluded cove and, in the distance, seemingly endless green fields, made it worth it. Marcus, who had cooked enough buttermilk pancakes for an army, was stretched out on the bench next to you. He pulled the plaid blanket further up over your legs with a contented sigh.
“What do you want to do today?” He asked as he stroked your arm lightly with his knuckles.
After coffee and flicking through the various leaflets you’d found stacked on top of the fireplace, you decided on a trip to a local farm shop. 
Marcus scoffed affectionately as he saw you pull a now extremely misshapen grey sweater over your head and tuck it into your jeans. He walked over to you and brushed the warped collar with his fingertip.
“How many years has it been now?
“Since what?” You puzzled.
“Since you claimed ownership of my sweater. The last few threads are hanging on for dear life.” 
He eased it up and back over your head and threw it on the sofa behind him before scooping you into his arms and carrying you back into the bedroom. 
“I think it might be time for an upgrade.” He said into your chest as he unhooked your bra.
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Swerving to avoid several nonchalant chickens, you steered the car into the car park. It was reassuringly busy for a weekday afternoon.
Marcus took your hand and led you inside. This place had everything; beeswax candles and honey from the on-site hives, homemade soap, local jams and chutneys, and to Marcus’s delight, a whole knitwear section. 
“Look at these,” he said, reading the handwritten tag attached to the hanger. “Traditional Aran knit sweaters made with wool from this farm.” 
He touched the soft yarn and imagined it warm with your body heat and smelling of your perfume. 
“Let me get you one.”
You walked round to the other side of the pile on the table. 
“Only if you let me get you one. Because there are men’s ones here and, dammit, I’m afraid we are matching knitwear kind of people now.”
After making your purchases, you took a walk outside to take in the view. In the summer, this place would be blanketed in a purple haze of lavender. Right now, it was pretty in its autumn dormancy. 
The wind had an extra chill today, and you shivered slightly, Marcus put his arm around your shoulder and adjusted the bottle green scarf around your neck. 
“I’ll be sad to leave tomorrow, but I’m excited for the next stop on our trip.” He beamed with that boyish enthusiasm that you loved.
“I’m excited too, but also a little nervous about how cold it will be there. And do you think I’ll manage to stay upright, even once?”
He kissed the tip of your nose, which was now going numb from the chill.
“Come on, let’s head back inside before you turn into an Ella-cicle.”
You laughed. 
“Oh, that might be one of the worst jokes I’ve ever heard. I’ve ruined you, Agent Pike.”
The cafe was still bustling even after the post-lunchtime rush. You chose a sandwich to share, mature cheddar and honey glazed ham, an iced latte, and a blackberry jam doughnut.
As you took a bite, a squirt of jam escaped your mouth and threatened to ruin your new sweater. Marcus, in a move that took you back to your second ever lunch date, delicately swiped it with his finger and sucked on it mischievously. 
He cupped your face in his hand and leaned in to kiss you. Nudging your nose with his, he spoke in a gravelly low register.
“You’ve got sugar all over your lips, Mrs Pike.”
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To be continued….
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A/N: That's right, they're on honeymoon!
Chapter 5
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starrystevie · 1 year
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steve harrington, luxury hotel heir, who wants nothing to do with the family empire. steve who remembers running away from every hotel he was dragged to as early as his memories allow, who stood in the lobbies and screamed until his throat was raw and his mother was so embarrassed she would take him outside.
he grows up knowing it’s in his cards to take everything over once he gets old enough and he despises it. the very idea of being in charge of the hotel chain has his skin crawling, electricity humming through his veins, makes the joint in his jaw constantly tense. rebelling isn’t really an option, not unless he wants to be kicked to the curb, so steve fights back in the smallest ways possible. he grows his hair a little too long, he wears his muddy reebok sneakers with his fancy suits at dinner parties, he snorts out a laugh with a roll of his eyes when his father introduces him as the future of the company.
it all gets to be too much. when steve, freshly 24 and old enough to take on more responsibility, tells his father that he won’t do it, that he won’t be a pawn in their game anymore, he gets cut off. credit cards canceled, fancy loft apartment lease forcibly broken by his father, access to the garages of bmws and mercedes taken away. he could get it all back, return to the ice of luxury he always knew, only if he could prove to his father that he could be a leader the company is proud of.
which is how steve finds himself working at the front desk at a smaller property of theirs in a place that should be named bumfuck, indiana. it’s the only hotel in town, which keeps them steadily busy with a bustling lobby bar and restaurant, as they’re the only lodging for out of town guests. he hates it, hates being confined behind the desks he’d look at with disdain as a kid in uncomfortable slacks and button downs that mirror his uniform now. he has to smile and schmooze and works off upgrade commissions and force himself to not stare off into space during the slow hours, imagining a life that could have been.
he’s been working there a little over a month when summer hours start and the lobby band comes back for the busy nights. it’s nothing exciting, a jazz band of sorts complete with a sax, but their guitarist catches his eye. he’s all long hair and smirks, leather and boots, and exactly the type of person mommy and daddy harrington would lose their minds over. he’s a way of rebelling all on his own in a gorgeously perfect package.
steve catches his eye as they’re setting up next to the bar for the night. the wink he confidently flashes causes the guitarist to stumble a bit before sending back a wave and a shy grin of his own, cheeks flushed the prettiest pink. there’s a phrase rattling around in the back of his head, something about not mixing work and play, but all steve can think of is tangling their fingers and pressing a kiss to the man’s temple before running away wherever together with his father’s angry face fading away behind them.
it’s too tempting of an idea not to try, especially when the guitarist keeps looking at steve with the same look he’s sure to be giving him. especially when they’re both ducking their heads with upturned lips only to glance back up and have their eyes meet again and again. especially when he comes over to the desk after the band's first set and slides a piece of paper with a name and phone number over to steve dotted with x’s and o’s and a smiley face.
and the thing that bothers steve the most is that something amazing could come out of this whole mess and he'd owe it to his father for giving it to him. he's still going to try, though, especially because some hotel band guitarist named eddie is smiling at him like that.
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presleypictures · 8 months
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Elvis with the BMW 507 he leased for himself in the parking lot of the barracks in Germany - December 28, 1958.
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rentacar-fmn · 3 months
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e-carlease · 11 months
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When will the M70 EV be available? The BMW team have suggest that customers can order this from Summer (maybe September) 2023 with the first UK deliveries expected to be taking place by December 2023.         
 But, at £175,000, is this luxury option real a good EV? This will be a dual-motor option and will have a usable 101.7 kWh lithium-ion battery which will offer 0 – 62 times of 3.7 seconds, 155 mph top speeds and 485 kW (or 6500hp). And the drivetrain will be AWD. Expect a combined winter range of 255 miles with warmer weather allowing for 345 miles on a full charge. On charging, the 22 kW AC max will allow 5 hour and 30 min 0 – 100% charging times with the 200 kW DC maximum allowing 28 minute 10 – 80% times. This car has a vehicle fuel equivalent of 121 mpg and a cargo volume of 500L.  
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Elvis taking delivery of leased BMW 507 while in Germany on Sunday, December 21, 1958.
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presleybutlervsp · 3 months
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December 21, 1958
Elvis leased a BMW 507 from BMW Glöckler. The car was a ‘used’ one and Elvis knew this, formerly driven by racing ace Hans Stuck. Elvis was assured by Mr Glöckler that ‘the car was very well run in by Mr Stuck’. Stuck had raced the car in several sports car events, but the engine was modified for Elvis to use on a daily basis. (So the car was quite special). He had already a black Mercedes as well as a Volkswagen. That last one was used by Red and Lamar.
Over Christmas Elvis and his friends fooled around with the new tape recorder, singing songs like Danny Boy and Mona Lisa.
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njvipauto · 1 year
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The highly anticipated latest BMW models are available to lease in New Jersey. VIP Auto NJ is one of those popular dealers with a large inventory of brand-new BMWs at reasonable lease prices. You might like their BMW Lease New Jersey deals whether you are looking for a coupe, sedan, or SUV – the lease is applicable for all these models. If you do not have sufficient cash to purchase a BMW or lease – we highly recommend you get a zero-down BMW lease.
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