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tsukihime25 · 2 years

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Midoriya x Blk Reader

Pariring: Izuki Mirodiya x blk fed reader. Aged up Characters.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, nsfw, sex, creampie, cursing, masturbation, fingering, squirting, slight choking.

Hey everyone is this is my first fanfic EVER! I am terrible as this, but I want to be getter so please let me know what you think. I had been sitting thinking Deku punk ass and been invading my personal space. Please tell me what you guys think. I apologize for any grammatical errors. If I get better, I plan to branch out to her series. Enjoy everyone!

If you ever had a moment where you sat there looking dumb and lost. Bitch today was that fucking day. You have known Izuku Midoriya for the better half of your life from meeting him back in the good old UA days to attending college and becoming pro heroes. Izuku and you have always been friends? Is that what you want to call it? I mean he always the little muttering crybaby Izuku in your eyes. Ya hung out in the same circle, teamed up when both of ya’ll agencies called for it. So when ya agreed to be roommates you did not think anything of it. You figured it would be perfect. Peaceful, serene, quiet...

“Ahhh fuck Izuki, I’m gonna cum!”

Your eyes were wide like saucers as you stared up at your ceiling. The paper-thin walls did nothing to hide the groans moans and whimpers coming from your roommate's room. That bitch was loud and from the was screaming you would have thought Izuku was making her see the holy spirit. Wait was that Momo? Oh hell no. You sat up from you bed gritting your teethe. You weren’t in any shape or form a salty bitch but dick was sounding real good right now and the way his bed was shaking you was starting to think Izuku had the holy grail between his legs.

The moans silenced down, and you hear his door open up, of course your noisy ass cracked open your door just enough to see what was going on. You saw Momo fully clothed heading out the door. Izuku walked right behind her walking her out in nothing but sweatpants that hung deliciously low on his waist.

Hold up hoe, when did Izuku start looking like THAT. You watched the whole damn scene. From her fake ass just got dick giggles, to him smacking her ass as she left out the door. Soon as he went to close and lock the front door you decided to walk out you room pretending to go into the kitchen for something.

Izuku turns around slightly startled not realizing you were just a few feet away,

“Y/n you scared me I’m sorry I didn’t hear you” He looked at you nervously biting his lower lip. Nigga don’t be acting shy now when you was just giving bitches the business like I didn’t just hear you.

“I just woke up and needed something to drink” No seriously because the drink you were seeing in those pants right now was making you about to act a little thirsty. You also wanted better and clearer view of his form. Defined muscles, hardened abs, wide shoulders. Your eyes traveled up and you swore you fucking saw a smirked plastered on his face and hungry dark eyes taking in your short thick curvy form, but when you blinked, he had that same stupid nervous look plastered on his.

He didn’t make an initial move to head to his room. That nigga know you know you heard all shit but you were not gonna bring that shit up. At least not yet because bitch you were still in denial.

“Well...I am going to head to bed. Good night, hopefully that water is enough to quench your thirst”

You spit out your water turning you head in his direction only for him close the door. That nigga said what?! Rinsing out your cup you head back into your room sitting back on your bed. You placed one leg over the other tapping fresh manicured nails on your knee.

Here you sat, confused, bewildered, befuddled as fuck. You must have snorted coke by accident on your last drug bust mission. Because ain’t no in hell Izuki Midorya, Nerd boy Deku was pulling bitches. No way in hell did this boy have a body count. You couldn't wrap your head around it. It had to be a joke and somewhere was a camera punking you. You laid back in your bed placing your blanket up to you neck. Shutting your eyes you try to sleep but the delicious groans of Izuku ran through your mind making the familiar wet sensation gathered between your legs.

“Fuck, are you serious?” You whispered to yourself. You wanted to ignore it. You wanted to take your ass to sleep but his voiced was etched in your ears. You knew you could out moan out scream any bitch he tried. That elephant he was hiding in his pants was enough to make your slick soak through your panties. Becoming impatient you turned over to your nightstand, pulled out one of your favorite vibrators and got to work on getting that orgasm. Low moans spilled from your mouth. His name rolled off your tongue as you pinched your nipples for extra stimulation feeling your release draw near. You were so curious so fucking eager to know what it felt like to have his cock buried deep inside of you and with that quirk he could split 7 ways to Sunday if you let him.

The thought of his cum was enough to send you over the edge, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your walls clenched tightly around your vibrator as you came undone. Once your high wore off you laid still in your bed cursing yourself for getting off to fucking Deku of all people.

Now sis, you ain’t never been the type to sweat no nigga EVER. You were never the type to act press for no dick. But this past week. You were thirstier than someone that ate 5 Popeye’s biscuits with nothing to drink. Tdoay you decided to hit the gym with the gang. You saw Izuku through the mirror of the gym. The way his arms flexed when he did pushups had you ready to go into cardiac arrest. You were just sitting there wondering what it would be like to have his arms spreading your legs apart as he pounded deep inside of you.

Apparently, you weren't the only thirsty bitch there too. All those funky hoes grinning up in his face sneaking touches on his biceps, and look at him fucking smug and chessy smiling at these hero easy ass groupies. But despite all that you were not the type to sit there mad, no girl, you got even.

Two can play that game nigga. You walked your way to the leg machine prepping to do squats. If it was one thing about you, you got an ass that made niggas want to build a shrine for it just to give offerings. So when Deku smiling ass just happened to be in eye view of that machine and you bent all the way down. They way those dumbbells dropped and shook the floor, you knew you had his ass TRAPPED.

You looked back all innocently like you didn’t do that shit on purpose. Just to catch that nigga looking a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Them no name hos became obsolete because the lust in that boy's eyes when he connected with yours you knew that he wanted to dig deep in those guts. But you know you gotta play it cool so you continued your work out right in his damn face. Petty ass hell. Oh well that’s what he gets.

When you both got home from the gym there was a long ass pregnant silence. He was staring down at the floor thinking HARD. Your ass was in the kitchen glancing at him wondering if you should say something. You peeped him on his phone. He bet not be texting one of those horse face looking hoes.

“Y/n, I’m going to go take a shower.” He didn’t even wait for your to respond. He practically ran to his room. Hand on his dick like it was fresh out the oven. There was no way in hell you were letting him waste all that cum in no fucking shower. He just needed one more push. You stripped off you pants and shirt leaving you in a thong and your sports bra

“Deku! Before you go in can you help me reach something from the kitchen” You spoke oh so innocently waiting to him to come out. Soon as he did and saw you bitch it was all over. His eyes roamed all your body. It was so silent you heard the faint whisper of “fuck” escape his lips when his eyes just stayed glued to your ass eating up that thong,

Girl it happened so fast. There you were thinking you had this nigga made, the next you were pinned to the counter bent over ass your back arched and him behind you with one hand on the back of your neck.

“I knew it, you were doing that shit on purpose. Is this wanted you wanted huh? To be bent over like this fucked until you cant’ remember you own name?” The words that were coming out his mouth did not sound like Deku, His was deep, lustful and impatient. You felt a hard hand come down on your ass making you yelp in surprise. Like bitch your knees buckled under you, and despite the sting it felt so damn good. You could feel the wentess start to seep through your thong.

“Answer me slut, You wanted this dick didn’t you? What, did you think I was some bottom? Did all the noise coming from my room make you curious. Must have since this past week I been hearing you get off you tp the thought of me in your room. Oh, how my name sound so good when you moaned it”

His cock was pressed hard on your ass cheeks, letting go of you neck he dragged hand down your body touching, squeezing and spanking you ass. He been wanting that shit since day 1 but he bided his time. Oh he wanted you to want it just as bad, So little by little he made himself just a bit more obvious when he had women over. Fucked just a bit harder every time. Made them scream just a bit louder every time until if finally caught your interest, Curiosity killed the cat but fucking dammit satisfaction was about to bring it right back.

With one had he pulled down his sweats and long and behold that nigga had no fucking boxers so thang sprung out and hit your ass full throttle. That shit has weight to it too. You looked back because shit you needed to see the damn monster and the moment you did, I mean you juices was dripping down your damn leg. It was long and THICC with two fucking uppercase C’s bitch. Your pussy started to clench with need to be impaled by it.

“Yes, I want you cock so badly” You was puddy in his hands at this point. You felt him move your thong to the side as his thick finger rubbed against your slit

“Fuck... pussy is soaking wet already?” He groaned gathering your juices on his fingers to slide on right inside your quivering cunt.

“Ahhh fuck Deku.” This thick finger was massaging your walls perfectly. He pumped his finger in and out grazing it upward when he felt that spongy spot that would send you over the edge. Your voice became high as your body shook from pleasure. He took his free hand and held your waist keeping you in place while he added another finger attacking your g-spot. Maing sure you were ready for his cock. Your juices gushed out onto his hand drenching clenching around his fingers not wanting to release them. He groaned at the feels on your walls around his fingers. Pulling them out you felt empty and impatient. You wiggled your plump fast ass on his cock trying to get so sort of friction.

“Shit”. He moaned out as another slap came down hard on your chocolate brown skin making you yelp in both pleasure and pain. “So fucking needy.. Alright I am going to give it to you. Every inch baby” Without warming he lined his cock up with you pussy pushing in until he bottomed out.

At that point all you could was lay your head on the kitchen counter and pray you remember how to breathe.

“Pussy so tight. Oh fuck.. You like the way Daddy fucks this pussy?” He was panting and groaning, and he fucked you straight into the bed. Your legs and knees were going numb, but he kept you up by holding onto your waist as he rammed into your gspot over and and over. Curses spilled form his mouth as you creamed all over his cock squeezing him inside in a vice grip.

You couldn’t even count how many times he made you cum. You became completely drunk and delirious off the way his cock kissed her cervix. “Yes daddy, make this pussy yours!” You yelled through the kitchen drooling and whimpering from overstimulation.

“Oh this is my definitely my pussy now.. Fuck feels so good. M’ gonna fill you up.” His strokes became sloopy, He leaned back to get the right angle forcing your pussy to squirt all over his cock, thighs and down onto the floor. He gripped your waist hard enough to leave marks as thick ropes of cum shot deep into her pussy. He threw his head back moaning you name as he came wanting nothing more than to empty his balls into your tight pussy.

Finally catching his breath, he released his grip on you pulling out of slowly watching is awe as his cum spilled out of you and on to the floor He headed to the bathroom to grab a washcloth for the both of you. After cleaning you up he picked you up opening up you bedroom door and placed you onto bed. He leaned you on his chest as he wrapped an arm around your waist. Your ass was still delirious and trying to get rid of all the stars that was dancing in your head and eyes.

There was a brief silence before Izuku was the first to speak. “So you know I don’t want to stop fucking after this right ?”

Little did he know your ass was thinking the same thing. Except aint no way in hell you are letting some funny built bitches get this dick again. No ma’am it was time to let him know he already goofed when he stuck that anaconda in fat ma. Smacking your lips you climbed on top of him straddling his waist. Lifting yourself up you sunk down slowly on his already hardened cock. You both let a moan and you looked down at him with lustful eyes

“Yea I was thinking something more exclusive Deku”

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red-river-rocknroll-request-line · 5 years

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Braindead: A Fan’s Dissection

When I first saw this film a good number of years ago I was left dumbfounded. How could anything possibly be this good?? How could humanity top this film?? I wore it like a badge of honor: “I saw Braindead. You know it’s been rated as the goriest film of all time.” And all my friends in school were like “yeah, whatever.” I would come home from school, grab myself a Dr. Pepper, and sit down and watch it again. This obsession lasted for weeks—maybe months. It’s been so long I can’t really remember.

Point is: I adored this film the first time I saw it and I adore it even more now. This film is everything. It is—dare I say—Perfect.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with Braindead (or Dead Alive), I urge you to find it and watch it immediately before continuing to read my break down of it. I’m going to spoil a lot of it in this review.

Is this a review? It’s really just me gushing about it. It’s off-the-rails, hilarious, super gory, and a total blast. However, I hope you have a strong stomach, cos it’s really disgusting too.

Anyway, let’s take off, shall we?

Let’s start with our main character: Lionel Cosgrove. He’s played by actor Timothy Balme in his first ever role. Lionel is a rather well-off young man who lives with his mother, Vera (Elizabeth Moody). He’s an awkward and shy boy; the first glimpse we get of him is him fumbling with a fruit display in a shop. Very soon after this, he spills a box of black licorice and pens all over the counter. Then very soon after that, he backs into a streetcar, nearly getting run over.

He’s super emotive/expressive and the perfect protagonist for this movie.

Now that I’m thinking about it, Braindead is really a coming-of-age film for Lionel.

Let’s dive a little bit into his backstory. He has a memory of nearly drowning at the beach and his father diving in to save him. Then, before his father could get out of the water, a “freak wave” comes along and pulls him out to sea, causing him to drown. Lionel is haunted by this memory, and very clearly feels partially responsible for his father’s death. His mother uses this guilt to get him to bend to her every whim.

Lionel’s mother, Vera, is extremely manipulative. The first scene with her she’s waving a carving knife around. In many ways she is like Margaret White from “Carrie.” Overbearing, mildly threatening, etc. She keeps Lionel at her beck and call.

At the end of the film, when Lionel finds out the truth about what really happened to his father, he stands up and confronts his mother. For probably the first time in his entire life, he stands up to her! Good for you, Lionel! See? That’s why it’s a coming-of-age film!

I want to switch over now to Paquita, who is played by Diana Peñalver. Paquita is actually the first of the main cast we’re introduced to in the film. She works in a small corner store with her family—we only ever see her father and grandmother, but Lionel mentions at one point in the film that she has a brother. Paquita is a young woman determined to find the love of her life. She is very outgoing and independent. She kicks ass in this movie.

One of the great things about Paquita is that she has a strong will. I feel like the stereotypical way her character could’ve been written (love interest) would be for her to be the damsel in distress. However, since our main character Lionel is such an awkward guy who doesn’t really act without reason, we need someone to prompt him to action. This is fulfilled mostly by Paquita throughout the film.

There’s a scene I like where Paquita comes over to Lionel’s house to return his jacket. Lionel, nervous as heck because “Mum” is just down the hall, tries to tell her that he can’t see her anymore. Brokenhearted, Paquita offers him a red rose before turning away. I like how the stereotypical roles are reversed here: she sneaks up to his window and she gives him a flower. It’s refreshing. It also shows how much of a go-getter Paquita is.

I guess I should back up a bit and clarify why Paquita is so interested in a punching bag like Lionel. Paquita’s grandmother does a tarot spread to see who the man of Paquita’s future is. Initially Paquita is disappointed that it’s not the delivery man that she’s been flirting with. However, after her grandmother reads that Paquita will have one romance that will last forever, Paquita becomes interested again. Her grandmother says she will recognize the man of her future by the “Symbol of the Star.” Soon after, Lionel comes through the door, spills the licorice and pens which fall into the shape of the star. After seeing this, Paquita starts pursuing Lionel, believing he is the man of her future.

Let’s get back on track with why Paquita is so cool.

When the movies kicks itself into 12th gear and the bloodbath starts, Lionel and Paquita get separated and Paquita has to defend herself. She hides in a pantry with a large knife and when tapped on the shoulder, she wildly stabs at whoever did it. Finding out it’s one of the partygoers, Paquita immediately tries to comfort and protect her.

I just think it’s great that there’s a good chunk of the movie where Paquita and a character named Rita are by themselves, barricading themselves in the kitchen and taking care of each other. Well, it’s mostly Paquita taking care of Rita, but still. It’s just two girls kicking ass together. Then later they tear Void’s legs in half and start batting away zombies with the legs. THEN later still when Lionel is in the lobby during the famous lawnmower scene, Paquita takes the body parts that come flying her way and grinds them up in a food processor. She kicks ass! She doesn’t need prompting, she doesn’t need saving… she’s a girl who knows what she wants and knows how to handle herself.

Also I love it when she spits in Uncle Les’ face when she rips his spine off and then smashes his head on the counter. Nice!

Speaking of smashing heads, I want to talk about how people are seemingly made of jell-o in this movie. Especially when people become zombies. Limbs can get ripped off easily, two heads colliding can make one explode, a whole body falling off a banister can cause it to explode in blood and guts when it hits the floor. It’s outstanding. And so cartoonish!

This whole movie is basically a really gory, really violent cartoon. The huge glass bottles labeled “Tranquilizer” and “Poison” with a skull and cross bones but uh-oh! It was actually Animal Stimulant! Ooooops! Lionel’s facial expressions throughout the whole movie, all the physical comedy… even the meat grinder in the kitchen is labeled ACME. Everything in this movie is about 30 miles over the top. It’s a love story, a coming of age story, a splatterfest, and a comedy all rolled into one.

I could keep going on and on about how this move is the holy grail of horror/splatter comedies, but I think I’ve gushed enough for now. And really, if you still haven’t seen it (I know it’s kind of difficult to get a hold of) after reading this review or whatever this is, you’re missing out. It’s so disgusting and fun! On top of that, it’s got a sweet little love story in it. ♥

Thanks for reading! Stay gory, stay fun!

EXCELLENT MOMENTS

- Gluing Vera’s cheek back on. I just love how she says: “Oh.” So benign. The scene of Lionel gluing her cheek back on her face looks so painful and it’s just like what?? That’s the best solution you had? Absolute gold.

- “Damn fine custard!” Euugh oh my god. The scene of Mr. Matheson taking a heaping spoonful of custard contaminated with Vera’s bloody puss into his mouth is scarring. In that scene, we, the audience, ARE Nora Matheson. Her eyes bulge and she covers her mouth to stifle a gag. Then she looks over in horror as Vera eats her own ear with a spoonful of custard. Poor Nora has to leave the room before she vomits. Some of the audience might want to vomit as well.

- Lionel coming down to the basement wearing like hockey goalie armor or whatever that is as well as a helmet, goggles, rubber boots, and gloves in hopes of protecting himself from “Mum” and Nurse McTavish. Of course Lionel falls all over the place and most of his armor comes off while fighting against the two zombies, but he lives somehow.

- Continuing with Lionel, I love love love all the scenes where he’s all unshaven and greasy as he tries to figure out what to do with the zombies in his basement. I love in the graveyard when he tranquilizes Void and just sits down with his head in his hands like “Ah Jesus, could this get any worse?” Like, he’s too stupid (or soft I guess) to just hack the zombies to pieces and be done with it. If he were to do that, this whole mess could’ve been avoided.

- “I kick ass for the LORD!” This was the scene that I saw on youtube and then immediately decided that I needed this movie in my life. It’s so out of the blue, it’s so silly. The benign and somewhat irritable priest at Vera’s funeral is SO READY for the rapture or whatever that when he sees zombies in the graveyard he jumps down on them and kicks the shit out of them (before tragically getting bit in the neck by the zombie’s head that he had kicked up in the air and then running and drop-kicking so hard that he goes flying and gets speared by a grave marker statue). Bless you, Father McGruder.

- Uncle Les’ murder spree. Honestly, as shitty of a guy Uncle Les is, he really knows how to handle himself in a zombie outbreak. He’s a sadistic wack-job for sure, but if it wasn’t for him, Paquita and Lionel would probably have twice the amount of zombies to contend with. Uncle Les hacks up dozens of them in the kitchen and then lights himself a cigarette.

- Lionel dangling upside-down in the lobby. There’s so much chaos going on in the house, and I love that it gets tied together in a sense when Lionel falls from the attic but is caught by some electrical wiring which, over in the kitchen, yanks Mandy and her lit-up head back into the wall. I love Lionel dangling uselessly in the lobby for a small portion of the movie. Paquita runs up to him and kisses his cheek, Void’s intestines in the attic try to pull him back into the ceiling, Uncle Les shoves him out of the way causing him to start swinging around… I love the chaos of it. I love it. I can’t get enough.

- “Party’s over.” Of course. The bloodbath. The holy grail of bloodbaths. Lionel throws the doors open holding a lawnmower in front of him. He revs it up and starts plowing through the zombies in the lobby. The scene is set to a waltz number as Lionel grinds bodies seemingly made of jell-o to a bloody mess. Limbs and blood and guts are flying everywhere. It’s amazing. I also love the scene where Lionel flips the portrait of the Queen around before he let’s out a battle cry and continues to puree the zombies.

Feel free to add your favorite moments too!

#braindead #dead alive #movie reviews #timothy balme #diana penalver #elizabeth moody #lionel cosgrove #paquita maria sanchez #gore #blood #horror #cult film #peter jackson

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itsworn · 6 years

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Family Affair

If you live in Southern California and run in car enthusiast circles, you might’ve run across the name Marconi. Dick, the patriarch of the family moved to California in the 1950s to start a family, was extremely successful in the health supplements field, and in his not-quite-retirement gave back to the community, founding the Marconi Automotive Museum & Foundation for Kids in Tustin, California, in 1997. Along the way he backed his son’s racing activities with John enjoying a large degree of success in Can-Am, Trans-Am, Formula Ford, Formula Atlantic, Formula 5000, Indy lights, and in sports racers — including as a Ferrari factory driver — winning the 348 US Challenge, and second in the 348 World Championship. Several of John’s race cars are on display in the museum.

And while John was racing, in 1988, he married the love of his life, Michelle, and together they raised three exceptional kids, Vincent, Monique, and Colt. Vincent especially, inherited the “car guy” gene from his dad, buying, building, and restoring his first car over a two-year period before he could legally drive, a ’69 Dodge Dart Swinger. Ten years ago, while a high school senior, it landing on a magazine cover.

Once he graduated, instead of taking the road to college, Vincent took a detour and that’s where the story on this Sassy Grass Green ’71 Plymouth Cuda 340 really begins. Mopar fans consider the ’70-’74 E-Bodies as the Holy Grail of Mopar muscle. We know that the rarest ’71 Hemi-powered cars have sold for $3 million or more. But might the best-balanced of the John Herlitz–designed Barracudas actually be those powered by the small-block 340s? While it’s often said “there’s no replacement for displacement,” that’s not always the case when the weight of a big-block 426 or 440 is stacked on top of the front axles. While straight-line is fun it’s also about the handling!

As John Marconi explains, this car was acquired in 2009 about two weeks before Christmas. “Vincent, myself, Julius and Dave Mickelson were buying and selling Mopars and having a good time doing it. David and Julius had done the basics on this car. They asked Vincent to finish up the car because they were swamped. The car was in our shop being worked on. Michelle had come down from the house to ask Vincent a couple of questions and saw this beautiful Sassy Grass Green ’71 340 ’Cuda. Her comment was, ‘Oh my goodness, it’s beautiful.’ Understand Michelle has seen a lot of cars — she’s been around racing most of her life. For her to say something like that, it caught our attention.”

John continues, “Later on that evening she made a couple of comments about it that she thought it was really a nice car. This was around December 9. Vince and I met up the next day and thought it would be really cool to buy it for Michelle. We contacted David and Julius and negotiated a deal to purchase the car. The car stayed at the house with Vincent doing work on it, getting it ready for the big reveal on Christmas Day. When we did a compression check on the motor, it was pretty obvious it had some burnt valves due to unleaded fuel. The car had about 75,000 miles on its matching-numbers motor. So like muscle car guys do, we ordered up a 400hp 360 Mopar roller crate motor. That was the task — trying to get the motor in our shop without Michelle seeing it.”

“The plan was to pull the stock motor and install the new crate motor before Christmas. However, there was a hitch in the giddy-up. We had two cars in restoration at that time and didn’t have the room to do the engine swap. Between the ninth and Christmas Day, Michelle made several trips to the shop to see how Vincent was doing on the car, still thinking that he was working on it for David, and Julius getting it prepared so they can sell it. Christmas morning arrived. Once all the festivities up in the house were done, the family walked Michelle down to the back with her eyes closed for the big reveal. We tied a big red bow around the roof of the car and one around her 400hp crate motor sitting on an engine stand next to the car. When she opened her eyes there were tears, at first we weren’t sure whether it was tears of joy, because we bought her the car or she was going to kill Vince and I for spending the money. Thank goodness it wasn’t the latter. We then became a three ’Cuda family.”

The Marconi’s three E-Bodies include Michelle’s 340 Sassy Grass Green ’71 ’Cuda; the second ’Cuda, often driven to shows by the then 18-year-old Vincent, was a ’73 440 Six-Pack restomod; and John’s “daily driver,” a ’71 Hemi ’Cuda four-speed. John recalls that Christmas morning almost like it was yesterday. “Of course, the first thing she wanted to do is go out for a drive, so we pulled it out of the driveway. She took off for what we thought was going to be an around-the-block excursion. A half-hour later she brought the car back said, ‘This thing is a dog! She wasn’t kidding. It had five burnt valves. Vince and I did what any good Mopar family would do on Christmas Day, we backed it into the garage and started tearing out the engine. Our mission was to install her new crate motor on Christmas Day. Remember, at this time it was 11 a.m. Out came the power tools and out came the tired 340. We got the new motor installed and running just before dark.” (It doesn’t hurt to have a well-equipped home garage with three lifts.)

As the sun was setting on Christmas Day, Michelle took it for a second spin that day. “The motor has a very serious cam in it and backed up by two-chamber Flowmasters — nothing sounds sweeter than a Mopar with proper exhaust. Coming up to the intersection some neighborhood kids spotted her on their bikes; they requested a burnout. That’s exactly what she did as she lit it up across the intersection. Life was perfect around the house. Over the next couple weeks Vincent continued tidying up the engine compartment to make it driveable. Vincent took the car over to Superior Automotive for a couple of hours of intense dyno work. The mission was to build Michelle a fast grocery getter that she could have fun with, take to car shows periodically, and yes, go get groceries. One thing about all our cars is while we like going to car shows, we prefer driving our cars. They’re not trailer queens.”

Michelle, who by nature is somewhat shy, did relate that over the years, she’s taken her ‘Cuda to go grocery shopping. “We have a Stater Brothers supermarket close by and on occasion I would take ‘Sassy Fish’ for a grocery run. Not because it was convenient to do so given where it was parked in the driveway, but because I wanted to. And it never failed to attract attention. With its color, it’s not a car for someone who is introverted. This is a bit of a contradiction for me, but I simply love the color.”

John didn’t expect the reaction a few weeks later, when attending their first show. “What people did not anticipate was a beautiful 5-foot 9-inch natural blonde in a ponytail to roll in with a ’71 Sassy Grass Green ’Cuda. I will admit that it drew attention completely away from the two big-block cars in red. It’s amazing to watch her pull into the shows, and the other two ’Cudas literally disappear into the background. That Sassy Grass Green car is a showstopper. Michelle loves frogs, especially red-eyed tree frogs so Vince painted the intake plates on the rally hood in red. Now she’s got a very fast, very angry, red-eyed ’Cuda.”

When the car was first built back in 2009 and 2010, it was built with the stroker crate motor with a larger pulley on the alternator. With a 6,500-rpm redline, and because John and Vince didn’t want to see wife and mom grenade the alternator, Vincent installed a 2,500-stall speed torque converter. Next was a vacuum pump on the brakes. With the lift and overlap of the cam, it didn’t build much vacuum for the brake booster. Vincent rebuilt the entire suspension, installing a 1 1/8-inch front sway bar with a 3/4-inch rear sway bar. To stiffen up the front suspension, a set of 1-inch Hemi torsion bars and heavy-duty shocks were installed along with a rebuilt steering box. There were some small rust holes in the trunk, which were repaired. LED lights upgraded the otherwise stock-looking interior. Michelle wanted to keep the car stock-looking, so the factory Rallye road wheels were retained up front, but in a Marconi-trademark modification, 9-inch wide custom Rallye road wheels were installed in back. These modifications, combined with the modern rubber, give this vintage E-Body handling characteristics similar to a contemporary Dodge Challenger SRT8.

Recently, Michelle, John, and Vincent decided to reinstall the original engine. Rather than Vincent rebuilding it himself, the trio decided to send it out to Mopar motor guru Julius Steuer in Chatsworth, California. The reason? Not enough time, as John is busy with his various businesses and Vincent is turning wrenches under the watchful eye of master mechanic Bill Gojkov at Enzo Motors as a master Ferrari technician.

About the paint. Originally when it left the factory, this 340 ’Cuda rolled off the assembly line finished in Snow White. As far as Vincent knows, it got the Sassy Grass Green paint at some point in the late 1990s. In Vincent’s words, after his careful attention it’s a good driver-quality paintjob. As the photos clearly show, with his attention to detail, it’s much more than that. But it’s not too nice for when his mom takes it for groceries. About being a three E-Body family, here’s what Vincent has to say. “As for owning three E-Bodies, it’s pretty amazing when you take them all out for a drive. It really draws in attention, or if you tell someone you have three ’Cudas they usually don’t believe you. But now we’re down to two. Unfortunately, we’re down to two. I sold my 440 Six-Pack ’73 ’Cuda. But it was fun while it lasted.”

Over time, since our first studio shoot in 2010, the family has branched out, but on two wheels rather than four, taking over the operation of The Cyclist, a bike shop in Costa Mesa. Michelle and Colt are fixtures at the shop. And John has relaunched the line of American Flyer bikes, a leader in the motorized eBike category, building a nationwide network of dealers. And it shouldn’t surprise anyone that John follows in his father’s philanthropic footsteps and his mantra, “learn, earn, and return,” as the shop and American Flyer donates bikes for kids at risk and in need.

But at their core, the Marconis are a dyed-in-the-wool Mopar family like few others. And rather than just restoring and displaying their cars, when they walk down to the garage, they’d much rather take the covers off of one of their ’Cudas and hit the road. Given that we live in California, almost any day is good for that.

ENGINE Type: Chrysler 340ci V-8 Bore x stroke: 4.04 x 3.31 inches Block: Reinforced with thicker bulkheads and higher main bearing caps Rotating assembly: Original Cylinder heads: high-performance single-casting Chrysler J-type heads Compression: 10.5:1 Valves: 2.02-inch intake, 1.60-inch exhaust Crankshaft: Chrysler Crankshaft: Forged steel Cam: Chrysler-forged hydraulic roller, .430-/.445-inch lift, 268/276 degrees Valvetrain: 2.02-inch intake, 1.60 exhaust valves Induction: Original Chrysler 340 four-barrel intake manifold Oiling system: original Fuel system: four-barrel Carter AVS Exhaust: stock exhaust manifolds with dual 2.5-inch Flowmaster mufflers Ignition: original Cooling: original Fuel: premium Output: 275 gross horsepower at 5,000 rpm, 305 lb-ft at 2,800 rpm Engine built by: Julius Steuer

DRIVETRAIN Transmission: TorqueFlite 727 three-speed automatic Converter: 2,500-stall speed torque converter Shifter: original Steering: original power steering Front brakes: original power disc brakes Rear brakes: original power drum brakes Rollbar/chassis: none

WHEELS & TIRES Wheels: 15×7 (front) and 15×9 (rear) Plymouth Rallye wheels Tires: P245/60R15 (front) and P275/60R15 (rear) BFGoodrich radial T/A

INTERIOR Seats: stock Plymouth vinyl bucket seats Instruments: stock Plymouth instruments with LED illumination upgrade Wiring: stock Plymouth OEM harness

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