#How to Check Your Tyres for Damage

[dcvrfixco]

How to Check Your Tyres for Damage

While driving a vehicle you need to check the right tyres tread that has similar issues to manage the operation effectively. Choosing the right Cheap Tyres Stoke on Trent will improve the aspects of handling the session and give better changes to have the right scenario.

[dreamydrifts]

feather: oscar piastri

| pairing: oscar piastri x reader

| genre: f1driver!oscar, raceengineer!reader

| warning: no warnings <3

| stefy's note: this is my first time ever describing the race so if i suck at it, tell me. plus this is also my first ever oscar ff, so enjoy :)

| word count: 0.9k

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"Oscar, radio check?" You say over the radio as you waited for his answer. It's been the first time when you had a good feeling about the race and that was weird to say the least. Ever since winning his first race, which came with a controversial decision from pit wall and Landos eagerness to prove himself, Oscar has been talking about winning races almost on a daily basis.

"Yep. Radio check." He answes with in thick australian accent. He sounded so calm, like he always does. Being his race engineer could be sometimes a blessing and a curse, because of the tensions that have been arising ever since the win at the Hungaroring.

Checking the tyre information to be as much as accurate when telling Oscar over the radio. "Ok Oscar tire info. Everyone on medium apart from Ricciardo, Lando, Zhou, Gasly and Ocon, who's starting on hard." Knowing that he's starting from the front row, the chances of overtaking are high and you were more than sure that he'd take every chance he gets.

"Thank you." Smiling wide for a second after hearing his voice in your headphones you look around not wanting to seem unserious. It hasn't been long since you've been trying hide your crush on him for some time now.

Checking once again the screen panel about the tire information realizing you forgot to mention on what kind of tires will Alex be starting on hard tires. "Correction. Albon also starting on hard." Finishing the sentence you look at the panel that showed the race, taking a deep breath start the countdown for Oscar.

"Thirty seconds." You begin the countdown, knowing that this time everything had to be perfect. He was on first row you knew he could do it. "Twenty seconds." You continue on the same low tone as before. Taking a deep breath once again you say. "Ten seconds."

"It's lights out and away we go." Was heard from speakers next to the pitwall, facing the screen panel you see him get a good start.

Oscar was managing the tyres beautifully from what you could see on the screen panel showing the state of the car. Looking at the lap times and number of laps being done. Fifteen. You sight for a moment before letting him know that it was time to pit. "Now box this lap." You tell him on a calm voice.

Looking back at the Mclaren pitwall, you check to see if he's finally coming in. And there he was. Lando was being a good team player. He was playing the team game just how it was discussed before. None of the team members wanted a repeat of that awful strategy in Hungary. Not this time. This could have been different. It would be different.

By lap eighteen, he had climed his way up to second. Charles still leading. Considering that now was the time to let Oscar know that Leclerc wasn't managing his tyres, you say on a hopeful voice. "The tires are damaging. Time to be smart here."

You knew what you meant when you said the word "smart". And he knew. Time to overtake. "Leclerc. 0.6." With DRS he could get him. He should be able to.

Come on Oscar. Come on. Whispering lightly as you had your arms holding each other as you looked at the screen. Taking a deep breath, you gaze at the screen panel showing the race, looking at the overtake that Oscar managed to pull. He was now leading the Azerbaijan Grand Prix.

"Fuck yeah. Let's go Oscar." You smile, checking to see if you were still having the radio button on, hoping that he didn't hear you congratulate him. Calming yourself, you realize that there's thirty more laps in which he has to keep Charles at bay. Not letting him pass. This was his time to show who he is. And that he shouldn't be seen as a second driver.

Glacing at the screen panel showing the time differences between the twentieth cars, you tell Oscar over the radio the distance between himself and the second place. "Leclerc. 0.8." Come on Oscar. Come on. You can do it.

If there's one thing that you were confident about was that Oscar knows how to defend. And that's exactly what he should and was doing. Defending his first place. For thrity laps.

Sooner than expected you could hear from the speakers right next to the pitwall. "Oscar Piastri wins the Azerbaijan Grand Prix. The australian is a grand prix winner." Clapping your hands lightly as you were still in shock of what had just happened. He won. He won his second grand prix.

Standing by the pitwall as everyone, the mechanics ans the rest of the engineers were still sitting down. Smiling happier than ever you tell him over the radio. "Lovely job Oscar, great afternoon. Fantastic."

Wanting to give him the moment he needed to process the fact that he won, you hear a small "yes" coming from your speakers. He was happy, you could tell.

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Drenched in champagne, you could see Oscar coming into your direction. Holding the thropy in his hand, he smiles at you. "I think i would see you on the podium." He says in a teasing voice.

"It wasn't my time to shine." You explain yourself to him, knowing that he overtook Charles, you were just there to support him. After all, you were just his race engineer.

Coming closer to you, Oscar wraps his left arm around your waist pulling you closer. Breathing heavily, he whispers slowly. "Now it is." Leaning in as you also do so, letting his lips touch yours.

© DREAMYDRIFTS — do not translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

[mxstellatayte]

hiiii ! could you write a part 2 for the charles and the vibe fic?

YIPPEE!!

i was gonna write it anyways but now i have an excuse to do it!

warnings: this is pure filth, threesome (mmf,) p in v sex, unprotected sex (DONT DO THAT,) mirror sex, carlos is an ass guy, charles is a boobs guy tho, kinda exhibitionism?, creampie, sex under the influence kinda?, it's all consensual though!

all you wanted to do was tease charles. all you wanted to do was see how much you could tempt his resolve before it would crumble. you had no idea it would result in getting eaten out in the bathroom and then promptly realizing that carlos had heard the whole thing and had covered for you and charles.

in exchange, carlos wanted to make even on a bet that he and charles had made at the start of the 2023 season.

monaco. february 10th, 2023.

"what do you think the odds are that one of us wins a race this year?"

charles looked up from the chessboard, his eyebrows furrowing. "what do you mean?"

"i was looking at the red bull and mclaren numbers and our car splits them. we have a fighting chance this year, so do you think one of us will get a win this year?" charles moves a rook, taking one of carlos' pawns.

"it depends. if my entire radio just sounds like 'we are checking, we are checking' and i have to make my own strategy and tyre calls, maybe. if xavi learns basic engineering and communicative skills or gets replaced altogether, i'd say yeah, there's a chance."

"you wanna bet?"

"what are we betting?"

carlos hesitates, then looks up when he hears the door opening. something clatters in the closet before you can be heard cursing quietly, then rearranging the fallen shoes onto the rack. eventually, you come through the doorway to the living room, and, when you see carlos, your face lights up.

"carlos! cómo estás?" (how are you?) you walk over and lean down, kissing his cheek in greeting.

"bien. un poco nervioso para bahrain, pero el carro maneja fantástico este año. y vos?" (good. a bit nervous for bahrain, but the car drives amazing this year. what about you?) you walk over to the kitchen while he's talking and pull out ingredients to make yourself a bowl of yogurt and berries- your favorite snack to have after work before you take your pit bull out for a walk.

"i'm alright. the marketing team made a stupid mistake so i had to do some damage control that took way longer than it should have, but i know martin is going to give them absolute hell tomorrow for it, so at least it doesn't reflect badly on me." your bowl clinks on the countertop as you sit down at the island and take out your computer, your headphones that were previously resting around your neck being slipped over your ears. "i've got some emails to write for an upcoming content creator collab we're doing, so i'll be in my zone. you guys know the drill?"

charles nods. "hermit mode?"

you smile, slipping the second speaker over your ear. "hermit mode."

a few moments pass before carlos speaks again. "are you okay with betting her?"

charles' eyebrows raise. "what do you mean?"

carlos makes his move on the chessboard. "if i win more races than you this year, i get her for a night. if you win more races than me, you can use me for a night. however you want."

the thought of his teammate and closest friend getting to fuck you lights a fire inside of charles, and while he wants nothing more than to agree to the bet purely for the stakes of it, he needs to check in with you first. "can i run it by her and get back to you on that?"

carlos nods. "just get me an answer by bahrain so we can figure something else out if she doesn't want to do that."

italy. february 3rd, 2024.

you had forgotten about the bet. charles and carlos had not.

now, just minutes later, you find yourself with your back once again against the wall, but this time you're staring into carlos' eyes while he fingers you gently, your legs wrapped around his waist and charles leaning against the vanity facing both of you. your eyes unintentionally flick over carlos' shoulder to your boyfriend who is an absolute mess. he's palming himself over his slacks, and you can tell just from the flush in his face that creeps down to his neck and the way his eyebrows are pinched together that he likes what he sees. before you can eye-fuck him the way you know he likes, carlos pulls his fingers out of you and you whine, but he carries you over to the vanity and taps your ass to get you to let go. "spin around, amor. let me see that beautiful ass of yours."

this is a side of carlos that you've never seen before, and it would be a lie to say that it's not hot. without a second thought, you spin yourself around so that your back is resting against his chest and your ass rests against his crotch. "come on, hermosa. bend over." as slowly as you can, you lean forward, resting your hands on the vanity and grinding yourself against him and you swear you can feel his dick twitch inside of his own black slacks. as soon as your forearms are fully resting on the granite vanity, carlos runs his hands down your back and to the front of your legs where he pulls the scarlet fabric of your dress to gather on your left side, the slit opening so that your entire ass is exposed. "no panties?" oh. you forgot about that.

"i kept them for good measure," charles says, pulling them out of his pocket. "you want 'em? you might have to shut her up. she never stops moaning."

"i know. i heard everything. you two are lucky i was the one outside and not anyone else. now," carlos says, taking your panties from your boyfriend and shoving them in his pocket, "do you feel like returning the favor?"

the whiskey you'd downed earlier is taking its effect, and you can't help but bite your lip and nod. normally, you wouldn't be nearly as confident as you are now with someone other than your boyfriend having you in the position you're in right now, but you trust carlos and frankly, you're too turned on to care. charles is in the same room and you're both comfortable enough in your relationship that it's okay. "yes, carlos. i'll return the favor. whatever you want." as you're talking, you can hear carlos unbuckle his belt and unzip his slacks, and when there's finally one layer of fabric between the two of you, carlos reaches into his jacket packet and pulls out a condom. before he opens it, though, you pipe up, your voice embarrassingly breathy and high. "i'm clean and on the pill. don't waste it if getting me pregnant is your only concern."

"are you sure?" carlos says, glancing over at charles. your boyfriend only responds with a shrug and points his thumb at you.

"whatever she says. you're the one fucking her."

carlos doesn't waste a second setting the condom on the vanity, pulling his slacks and underwear down his thighs just enough so that it's comfortable, and pushing into you. you have to bite your lip and cover your own mouth to prevent yourself from moaning too loudly, the stretch from carlos being so different to the one you're accustomed to with charles.

when you look up, carlos' head is thrown back and his hands grip your hips so tight his knuckles are white. it might be the hottest sight you've ever seen. "carlos." your voice is whiny, and you're shocked you can even get his name out.

"hm?"

"fuck me, please."

"are you sure?" his voice lilts in the way you're used to hearing, but this time, there's something slightly different about it. maybe it's the fact that he's currently buried inside of you, his hips flush with your own, or maybe it's the fact that every time you move your head to look up at him, your cunt squeezes around him so perfectly he fears he might cum within three thrusts, but either way, you feel so, so perfect.

"positive. now please. fuck. me." slowly, carlos pulls his hips back before pushing into you, slowly increasing his pace until every time his body meets your ass, you're shoved forward slightly on the counter and your breasts bounce forward, almost falling out of the low neckline of your dress.

"mierda, amor, tienes un coño hecho para mi," (shit, love, you have a cunt made for me,) carlos groans out, pulling your arms back and holding them with one hand while the other goes to hold you up by your neck. the restriction to your windpipe makes your head spin and the new angle has carlos' entire cock running against your g-spot with every thrust. you're able to wiggle your hands free, your left hand reaching back to tug at carlos' hair and your right goes down to rub circles around your clit, making you tighten around carlos' dick, and the combination of the pain from his hair being pulled and your cunt spasming around him makes him tip over the edge.

the feeling of carlos filling you up in turn sends you into your own orgasm, and as you cum, you look to your left, where charles jerks himself off watching you. when you make eye contact with him, though, it's the last straw and he spills into his hand with a quiet groan and his head thrown back.

the three of you catch your breaths and carlos pulls out of you gently, then shoves his cum back inside of you. the forgotten egg vibrator in charles' coat pocket is reinserted into your cunt and you whine at the overstimulation, slightly anxious that charles might tease you again, but he whispers a quiet promise in your ear that you've been good tonight, he won't turn it on anymore.

eventually, carlos slips out of the bathroom and you follow shortly after, walking back down the large hallway to return to the event. later that night, after speeches have been made, hollow promises have been spoken, and many, many bottles of expensive champagne have been toasted with, you make your way back outside, your arm linked with charles' as he calls his car to be pulled with the valet service. carlos walks up and stands next to the two of you, his car already on its way up, and turns to you.

"i'd say the bet is settled, no?"

there you have it folks :D

[msnmnt]

The Very First Night

Notes: Happy New Year’s Eve Eve!

I think this is my longest fic yet so I really hope you enjoy. Feedback is very much welcomed as always 🥰

Summary: On New Year's Eve, Mason’s car breaks down, leaving you both stranded in the middle of nowhere. With no choice but to find shelter till you can be rescued in the morning, you stumble upon a little B&B where you end up sharing a bed for the night. Lots of fluff as you navigate the uncertainty and awkwardness of unexpectedly being so close early on in your relationship. 🩶

You tried your best to keep your smile at bay as you looked out of the passenger window of Mason’s car. The soft sound of the radio played in the background, enjoying an otherwise comfortable silence as Mason navigated the winding country roads that looped around the lakes, guiding the two of you home.

Your fingers absent mindingly traced at the edge of the map you’d been following throughout the day, spending hours in quaint cafes, visiting quirky shops as you enjoyed some time together away from the non stop festivities.

The day had been nothing short of perfect - just the two of you away from everything with no real direction as you let the day unfold as it pleased.

After meeting at a mutual friend’s Halloween party, Mason had taken you on a few dates with each one topping the last, but you knew this one would be even tougher to beat.

The sun had began to dip beneath the horizon when a jarring sound suddenly interrupted the quiet of the car. A loud thump was followed by a scraping noise and Mason’s eyes darted to the mirror as the car veered slightly to one side.

“Shit," he muttered, slowing the car as he led it to the side of the road. "I think we’ve got a flat tyre.”

Your heart skipped in your chest as you turned to him, your voice light with worry. “Seriously?”

Mason let out a soft laugh in disbelief this was actually happening, running a hand through his hair. “Unfortunately I think so, angel.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest once more, this time at the nickname Mason had recently given you.

Mason managed to get the car into a lay by, parking it up as close to the side as possible. The evening was growing darker by the minute and all that was on Mason’s mind was how he could keep you as safe as possible.

“Wait here, I’ll go check what the damage is.” You watched on from the comfort of your heated seat as he scrunched up his brows, his tongue darting out as he inspected the tyre. After a few more moments of him shining the torch light from his phone to inspect the damage, Mason signalled it wasn't good news as he shook his head, his disappointed eyes meeting yours.

You unbuckled your seatbelt before stepping out of the car and joining Mason, straight away noticing the sharp nail that had somehow ended up impaling your transportation home.

You glanced around, tugging your bottom lip between you teeth as you thought about what you were doing to do. It was New Year’s Eve, you were quite literally in the middle of nowhere and the nearest town, or even a shop, felt miles away.

“What do we do now?” you asked, uncertainty creeping into your voice.

Mason walked around the car, inspecting the flat tyre again, He shook his head, his expression half-amused and half-annoyed. “Well, it's New Year's Eve so everyone’s probably at least half cut by now.” He signed. “And the wait for recovery is bound to be hours.”

You swallowed, trying to push down the nervousness that bubbled in your chest. "So… what, we’re just stuck here?"

Mason looked back at you with a soft smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he tried to comfort you, sensing your apprehension at being stranded in the middle of nowhere.

Mason took your hand in his and suddenly everything felt like it would be okay.

The quiet of the countryside was broken only by the distant rustle of wind through the trees and the occasional car driving by in the distance, too far to flag down to ask for any kind of help.

“We passed a bed and breakfast not long ago, it’s just back up the road.”

You nodded, thankful to have somewhere where the two of you could feel safer than the roadside till someone was sober enough to come to your rescue in the morning.

Mason tightly gripped your hand as he spun you around so he was walking closest to the road offer he led you back in the direction you had came from. Luckily after around just 10 minutes later, you arrived at the cozy, ivy-covered inn that Mason had spotted earlier. The B&B had an old-world charm, bright lights from the windows gleaming in the early evening gloom.

You let your body embrace the warm as soon as you walked in, leaving Mason to do all the explaining to the old woman behind the desk. Luckily she was sweet and accommodating, gushing at how cold and worried you must've been.

“You're in luck, we have one room left,” she explained, her voice raspy but kind. “It’s got a large bed, so you two should be fine."

Mason glanced across to you, his heart suddenly thudding harder than it had all day. Your eyes flicked up to his, equally unsure of what to say. You'd been on a few dates, but the pair of you had agreed to take things slow.

And sharing a bed?

That was new ground entirely.

“Is that okay?” Mason asked, trying to sound casual but failing a little as he snapped you from your thoughts.

You hesitated at first but quickly nodded when you realised, offering the lady a thankful smile. “I think we’ll manage."

The room was small but charming, a warm looking quilt covering the bed and lace curtains blowing gently in the cool breeze that came from the window which was slightly ajar.

The light from a single lamp cast a soft glow over the room, and you felt your nerves spike, unsure of how you were going to handle this unexpected first night together.

A self proclaimed control freak, a B&B in the middle of nowhere was not how you had invisioned your first night with Mason.

He put the few belongings he did have down onto the small wooden desk, consisting of a phone charger and a small toiletries bag that he was grateful he always kept in the boot of his car.

“I hope she didn’t think this was a one night stand.” Mason spoke, the idea of the sweet old lady thinking he had bought a one night stand to her small and clearly family run B&B making him feel a little guilty.

You mockingly gasped, your jaw dropping open and eyes widening. “Excuse me, do I look like a one night stand kind of girl?” You thought your voice was clear with sarcasm, but Mason’s jaw tensed slightly as he became overcome with worry that he had offended you. Mason knew your relationship was still in its early days, and he daren't put even a foot wrong to mess up what he was sure was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Mason internally cursed himself for his comment, looking like a deer in the headlights as he tried to explain himself. “No! No, not at all, I just meant because we have literally like almost no belongings between us, I didn’t mean it like th-“

Your lips turned upwards as a giggle fell from your lips, a sound Mason was sure was one of the sweetest to have ever graced his ears. A wave of relief washed over Mason as he realised you were only playing around.

“Did you, um, would you want my shirt? To sleep in, I mean.” His eyes dropped down to take in your attire, a long sleeved knitted dress with a bulky cardigan over the top. “Dresses aren’t the most comfortable to sleep in.”

You raised your eyebrows. “And do you have much experience sleeping in dresses, Mr Mount?”

Mason’s cheeks reddened as he struggled to come up with a response, and you begun to feel a little bad at your relentless teasing. As much as you loved seeing him getting flustered, you felt a little guilty and didn’t want to end up accidentally pissing him off, especially when you were stranded in the middle of nowhere with no means of getting home.

You bowed your head slightly, unable to look at him. “I’m sorry, sarcasm is my defence mechanism when I’m nervous.” You mumbled out, offering a shy, apologetic smile.

“Why’re you nervous, angel?” He stepped forwards, reaching out a hand to cradle your face. It was your turn to blush this time, his long fingers cupped perfectly around your burning cheek, which did wonders to settle his own nerves. “There’s nothing to worry about, it’s just me.”

Your heart jumped in your chest as his dark orbs stared so intensely down at you. “Sharing a bed with a pretty boy is a little nerve wracking.” You admitted sheepishly.

A grin plastered across his face at your words. “Just imagine how nervous I feel with how gorgeous you are then.” He booped your nose with his thumb and you couldn't fight a big smile from forming on your face, perfectly matching his.

“I’d like it. Your shirt, if that’s still okay.”

Straight away Mason nodded. “Of course.” he took a step back and pulled at the collar of his white tee, stripping it off his body and over his head.

He muddled with the shirt, attempting to fold it up before walking over to the queen size bed and placing it on top of the duvet. Your eyes raked over his body, your heart booming as you stared at his perfectly defined back, blood rushing straight to your head as he turned to face you and you took in his bare chest for the first time.

His heart soared as your eyes became fixated on his abs, scanning over the ridges of his muscles, the light sprinkling of hair on his chest. You were completely and utterly enamoured with him.

You knew you had been caught by the smirk that was spread across Mason’s face, but he was more than happy to let you indulge in his body all you liked, deciding not to risk potentially embarrassing you by drawing attention to it.

“I’ll go to the bathroom, give you some time to get changed, okay?”

You just nodded, words escaping you as your gaze moved to his slight smile, being unable to look him in the eyes.

As soon as you heard the bathroom door click shut, you let out the breath you didn’t realise you had been holding in.

You wandered over to the small mirror that was above an old fashioned wooden desk, tousling your hair between your fingers before rubbing at the smudged eyeliner under your eyes, trying your best to rub away the mess.

You removed your cardigan, carefully placing it over the chair underneath the desk. It looked equally as ancient as the rest of the furniture in the room, and you definitely didn’t want to break anything.

You slipped off your dress, cursing yourself for not wearing matching underwear. You frowned at your boring baby pink bralette and white knickers. You couldn’t never preempted that this was the way the day was going to end.

Walking over to the end of the bed, you picked up Mason’s top and pulled it over your head, the familiar smell of his aftershave enveloping you. The shirt just about covered your bum, hitting the top of your thighs.

“Am I okay to come out?

You jumped at the sound of Mason’s voice from behind the en-suite door, taking one last look in the mirror before quickly making your way over to the bed.

“Yeah.”

If he was at home, Mason would never go to bed in anything more than a pair of boxers. But he didn’t want to risk giving you the wrong idea or making you feel uncomfortable, and so he decided to keep his jogging bottoms from the day on.

Right on queue, Mason walked in to you flopping onto the bed, stifling a laugh when the bed made an almighty creak as you settled atop it. You frowned, sitting yourself up and cringing as the bed squeaked further at your every move.

“So minimal movements throughout the night, got it.” Mason laughed, climbing onto the bed himself.

He finally turned to you, a sickly sweet feeling swarming in his tummy as he took in the sight of you in his shirt. You begun to feel nervous as you felt his eyes taking in your body, feeling a little self conscious, repositioning to enable you to tug the duvet up and wrap it over your lower body.

Mason joined you under the duvet, quickly extending his arm and beckoning for you to come snuggle up to him. You gladly obliged, tucking your head under his arm and wrapping your arm around his bare chest. The warmth of his skin against the side of your face made your mind feel hazy, the new position adding an element of intimacy to your relationship which you hadn’t been expecting to come so soon, but now it was here, you were glad to welcome it.

The clock on the wall seemed to tick louder than it had before. The quiet, steady rhythm of its hands echoed in the stillness of the room as the pair of you laid intertwined, barely moving as you just enjoyed the intimacy of the situation you had ended up in, your legs tangling together as you listened to Mason’s steady heartbeat.

The warmth from the bed had settled between you, but it was the quiet energy in the air that made it feel like time itself had slowed. You were close - closer than you had ever been before, and despite the nerves you couldn't deny how right it felt to be held in Mason's arms.

Outside, the faint sound of fireworks popped in the distance, echoing through the dark and signaling the approach of the new year. You looked back over at the ticking clock on the wall before glancing at Mason, your breath catching when you realised how close to midnight it was.

"Ten minutes to go," you murmured, voice quiet, barely above a whisper.

Mason nodded, flicking between you and the clock, then back to your face. You lifted your head slightly, still comfortably in his arms, his eyes dark and warm in the low light. They quickly locked on your lips for a brief moment before he pulled his stare back to your eyes, but the look hadn't gone unnoticed.

There it was again - the pull, the undeniable magnetic force. You felt it more now than ever.

“So, you got any resolutions?” Mason asked, his voice cracking slightly as he tried to shake the nerves. He shifted a little, the arm you weren't laying on coming down to rest on your shoulder, his thumb brushing gentle strokes on your bare skin.

You felt shivers go up your spine, your cheeks warming as he held you so tightly to his chest. Your lips twitched into a smile. “Maybe… to stop feeling so nervous around you." You paused, then added with a teasing glint in your eyes, “And to learn how to stop blushing whenever you look at me.”

Mason laughed, low and soft, but his eyes softened when they met yours. “I don’t think you can stop blushing. I mean… it’s cute."

Your heart skipped again, and you couldn’t help the way your face warmed, despite your attempts to play it cool.

You gave in, hiding your face into his chest which vibrated as he chuckled at seeing you flustered.

You gathered the courage to raise your hand up to his bare chest, gently tracing little shapes with your finger tip. A low laugh hit your ears and you swallowed at the feel of being so close to Mason for the first time. You loved his warm skin on yours, his heart now thudding loudly away under your touch.

“Tickles, baby.” Mason mumbled and you smiled, secretly rather pleased with yourself, switching to use your nails to drag random patterns over his abs. The sensation made Mason tighten his grip on your waist making goosebumps form on your body.

You let out a satisfied hum, rather pleased with yourself before stopping and twitching slightly to nuzzle further into Mason’s grip.

You cuddled back into his chest and Mason was quick to wrap his arm tightly around you once more. You laid there in complete content, not being able to stop your eyes from fluttering closed.

Mason smiled to himself, happy you felt comfortable around him.

“You sleepy, angel?” He murmed, and you barely managing to mumble back a yes.

“I wasn’t but you’re warm and cosy.”

He chuckled at that, his heart warming.

Mason lent down and gently placed a tender kiss to your head, his lips barely brushing your forehead before caressing the bare skin of your arm with the pads of his fingers.

The sound of fireworks echoed through the room, the familiar tone of the new year ringing out across the quiet, making the moment feel all the more real. Your pulse quickened, and for a moment, the world outside - the fireworks, the noise, the time - it all faded.

The pair of you were only aware of each other.

You turned your head up to Mason just as the last chime rang out. He glanced at you lovingly, taking in the moment. You swallowed, your heart beating louder in your chest. His gentle movements, the way he held you as the clock struck midnight. You knew you were right where you needed to be.

"Happy New Year, y/n." He whispered.

Before you could respond, his hand gently cupped your cheek. He leaned in slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, searching for something, permission, maybe, but you didn’t want to wait anymore. You tilted your head slightly, feeling your breath catch in your throat as you closed the distance.

The kiss was tentative at first, a soft meeting of your lips that lingered longer than either of you expected. A simple touch, almost shy, yet full of everything you were yet to say. Mason's lips were warm, his hand brushing a lock of hair behind your ear as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Your hand found its way back to his chest, feeling the drum of his heartbeat beneath your palm. When he pulled back, just a fraction, your foreheads met, and for a long, lingering moment, neither of you moved.

“I didn’t think we'd end up here tonight.” Mason whispered, his voice rougher than before. “I mean, in bed with each other.”

You smiled, lips tingling from the softness of the kiss. “Me neither.” Your fingers gently traced the edge of his jaw, your gaze locked with his. “But I’m glad we did.”

“Me too,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. He shifted closer, the warmth of his body against yours sending an electric thrill through your veins.

You both knew it was more than just a kiss. It wasn’t just about the timing or the situation shared between you. It was the feeling - the way everything about today now felt like it was leading to this exact moment. A kiss shared in the quiet of an unexpected new year, both of you uncertain and shy but so completely, undeniably there in the moment.

For a moment, you just stayed close, breathing each other in. The fireworks were lighter now and through the light curtains you could see bursts of bright colours against the dark sky. But inside the room, it was just the two of you. Silent, content, and intertwined in a way neither had imagined would happen yet.

Mason didn't want to push his luck, completely respectful of your boundaries and not wanting to risk making you feel uncomfortable. But when he saw your eyes fixated on his again, following them down as they flickered towards his lips, he gently brushed his lips against yours once again, this time allowing himself to deepen the kiss as he slipped his tongue past your slightly parted lips. The moment was still soft and tender, both of you basking in the intimacy.

When you finally pulled away, it was slowly, as if neither of you wanted to fully break the spell.

You looked at Mason, cheeks flushed, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Happy New Year, Mason."

He returned your smile, his eyes shining bright with excitement for what was to come in the year ahead for the pair of you. “Happy New Year, y/n.”

[glitchfiles]

heatstroke. [ljn]

pairing. mechanic! jeno x (afab) reader

wc. 3.8k+

cw. SMUT MINORS DNI!!, hard dom! jeno, profanity/cursing, outdoor/car sex, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, boot grinding, rough sex, degradation, name-calling (’slut’, ‘fucktoy’), etc…

an. i had this idea in june, but haven't had much time to write until recently. i had to rush a bit because i wanted to get it out before august/summer ends, I just made it lol. if there’s typos… oops… hope you enjoy :3

just before the muggy summer air lulls you to sleep, a series of sharp knocks at your windows jolts you fully conscious. as your eyes snap wide open, you turn to look to see a man standing outside of your car. he can tell by the bemused expression on your face you're struggling to figure out why he's here.

"roadside assistance, you called." realisation washes over your features, and the mystery man can't help but find it amusing how little control you have over your countenance.

you open the door slowly, allowing him time to move back, and groggily step out of the car. rays of sun prick your skin - the floral mini dress you had on left more of you exposed than covered.

"thanks for coming," you laugh nervously.

the sun is blinding, you can just make out the figure before you as you give your knight in shining armour a squinted once over.

his uniform consists of navy overalls and heavy boots; though he had taken the top half of his overalls off and tied the sleeves around his waist, you're sure he's sweltering. the white tank top he wore hugs his broad, muscular torso, which you can't help but ogle at.

"no problem. any idea what the issue is?" as he nears your car, you get a better look at his face. and just as you feared, he has a face to match the body.

his features are sharp, from his jaw to the upturned corners of his mouth to his nose. in contrast, the way his eyes soften up as he smiles at you fills your stomach with butterflies.

you catch yourself then clear your throat before responding. "no, it just broke down. i'm lucky i pulled over in time."

if you were trying to hide that you were checking him out, you were doing the worst job ever.

unabashed stares were far from foreign to him, he couldn’t say he minded them - especially when they were from someone cute.

he takes a quick walk around the vehicle, checking for any external damage. "tyres look fine," he mumbles to himself.

then he stops at the hood to pop it open. a frown settles upon his features as he begins to try to diagnose the issue at hand.

you don't even try to understand what he's doing, you're honestly far more concerned with analysing every square inch of the adonis before you.

"you okay standing out here? it's pretty hot," he turns to you. you had lost track of time, has it been a few minutes or a few hours? "you can sit in my truck, it has ac, or i can get you some water."

"just the water is fine!" you respond, even though cold air sounded like paradise right now actually, "i've always been somewhat interested in cars and stuff." you lied again.

"oh, really?" he raised an eyebrow, unconvinced.

"yeah, my dad used to fix old cars up - he'd make me hand him tools from time to time." you walked closer to him, leaving a few centimetres between your bodies.

"then, you wouldn't mind helping me out a bit? i think i know what the issue is here." you nodded vehemently, unable to stop yourself from forming an eager smile.

only when he walks away do you realise you have been holding your breath. you barely have time to catch it before he's back with two chilled water bottles in one hand and a hefty toolbox in the other. bulging muscles ripple across his arms, the sight puts a fluttery feeling in the pit of your stomach.

he sets the box down with a light grunt, then looks at you kindly and with an outstretched arm to hand you a cool bottle. the fact his hand, which you notice is comparatively larger and rougher, brushes against yours only exacerbates your condition.

you can barely look him in the eye as you take the bottle from him; you waste no time before cracking it open and gulping down a considerable amount. his eyes can’t help but follow the droplets of water that escape the corner of your mouth, trickling down your chin, your neck and then your chest before disappearing between your cleavage (which he had been trying to ignore from the moment you stepped out of your car).

“someone’s thirsty,” he mentally slaps himself and comments with a chuckle to ease the moment of tension.

he takes a swig of water before putting on gloves, picking a took out of the box and getting to work.

for a moment, only the sound of distant wildlife in the surrounding area can be heard. leaving you ample time to watch. the way his brows furrow as he concentrates on his job is more attractive than it should be.

“my name is jeno by the way,” he breaks the silence. you hadn’t even thought to ask, you quickly reply with your name. “where are you heading?”

“my friend’s place for a barbecue. this was supposed to be a shortcut, but it ended up leaving me stranded in the middle of nowhere.” he lets out a sympathetic hum before letting a comfortable silence fall between the two of you again.

he hands whatever tool he has in his hand to you and asks, “can you pass me the torque wrench?”

you stare at him blankly then you stare down at the array of tools laid out. the temperature of your body increases even further as he smiles at you knowingly.

“hard to think with the heat, huh?” he chuckles walking past you to pick up the tool you would have never guessed was what he was asking for. “don’t worry about it, you can just stand and watch,” he said as though that wasn’t what you had been doing up until now anyway.

he’s sure you’re not actually interested in cars in the slightest but rattles on about the topic. most of it all flies over your head but you nod and giggle as your gaze trails over the veins on his arms are he tightens bolts.

after a short while, he stands up straight. wiping his forearm over his sweaty forehead he declares he thinks he’s done.

“key?” he plucks off his gloves as you fish it out of your purse and hand it over to him. “glad you know that one.” he teases.

you watch with bated breath as he gets into your car to start it; sure enough, the engine purrs when he turns the key.

he jumps out of the car and flashes you a proud smile that makes you melt more than the heat.

"so...” he starts tucking his gloves into his pocket then he rubs his hands together before placing them on his hips. "how would you like to pay?"

"oh yeah, let me just get my purse. how much was it?." you open your bag to rummage around for your wallet as he tells you the price.

your phone…

sunglasses… 

a pack of gum…

lip gloss…

no wallet.

you smile up at him nervously, excusing yourself to go look in your glove compartment.

jeno follows you around to see you bent over and rummaging around. he loses track of time, too preoccupied with the way your dress rides up to barely cover your ass. he didn't notice how translucent the fabric was until now, he could just make out the outline of the thong you were wearing.

while he blissfully enjoys the show, dread fills you at the realisation you may not be able to pay. you desperately look for stray bits of cash, but you can’t seem to find even a penny in your car all of a sudden.

your frantic search yields absolutely nothing. you take a second to steel yourself before stepping back onto the ground and turning towards him with a doe-eyed guilty expression that makes something stir in his abdomen.

"i swear i had it but-" you mutter, finally moving to sit facing him in the passenger’s seat. he suddenly feels a lot bigger now you're staring up at him and he's looking down at you. "but it's not- i don't have any money so-"

"well, there are other ways to pay." only when the words leave his mouth does jeno realise there is room for misinterpretation but, for some reason, he doesn't feel like correcting himself.

maybe it was the warmth or the stress of your predicament, but your mind began to entertain itself with thoughts that had nothing to do with getting this man that you had only met today his money.

you blinked dumbly, absolutely none of the cogs turning in your brain as you started eyeing him again. starting at the neckline of his tank and then fixating on his deep collarbones momentarily before drifting down.

sweat had turned the white cotton covering his torso almost transparent. the material clung to the ridges of his toned chest and abs, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

your mouth went dry; you were eyeing him like a dehydrated desert wanderer who had just spotted an oasis.

“like… how?” you blink up at him as though you don’t catch his drift. the innocence you feign starts to chip away at his self-control.

though he comes off as rather relaxed on the outside, jeno is rather rigid with himself. he had to be to run a business with any success. but at the end of the day, he was his own boss; no one had to know about this.

he glanced around. you were on a road in the middle of nowhere surrounded by woodland and he couldn't remember the last time he had seen another car drive past.

he could bend his rules this once for you.

“you’re not just a pretty face, you’re a smart girl, right?” finally, he gives into the desire that had been building inside of him since the moment he laid eyes on you. his charming eye-smile turns into a dark glare; his voice drops a couple octaves. “use your head.”

without another word, you stand up and sink down to squat, reluctant to get your knees dirty. you stare up awaiting further instruction.

“you know transfers are a thing, right?” he laughs sliding a hand over your cheek, feeling a switch inside of him flip. here you were debasing yourself for a man you had just met. “i think i like this much better though, clever girl.” 

he can’t believe you’re doing this.

he can’t believe he’s doing this.

you untie his overalls letting them drop down to his knees and tug down his boxers. internally you let out a sigh of relief at the sight of a well-groomed semi-hard cock. feeling it twitch up to attention as you wrap a hand around it. he groans out an obscenity as you begin to tentatively stoke him.

“you’re gonna need to do a lot more than that if you plan on giving me my money’s worth.” he tuts down at you, sliding his hand to rest on the back of your head. 

“whatever you want.” the seductive lilt of your voice makes him reel.

“whatever?” his chest rises as he takes a deep breath and forms a light grip on your locks. 

“anything.” you nod.

“then open your fucking mouth, slut.”  his voice suddenly becomes gravelly and commanding as he cranes your head back. you obediently open up for him, wrapping your lips around his tip to lap at the salty fluid that had started to spill out of it.

“hands behind your back,” the look in his eyes is wild as he watches you promptly obey him without reluctance. you want to please him, repay him for his kindness.  

you take the initiative to take him even deeper, creeping down inch by inch deeper with each bob; the more you take, the more drool escapes the corners of your mouth, dripping down in thick strings. you let out garbled moans, sending vibrations through him; his hand instinctively grips your locks, pushing his cock harshly into the back of your throat. you swallow a gag and tears prick your eyes but keep going.

“you’re so good,” he huffs, abdomen tightening, “you do this often? bet you’d let any man shove their cock down your throat, cheap fucking slut.”

you whine around him in protest, he lets you up to speak. you vehemently shake your head and choke out, “only you.“

“just for me.” his thumb softly endearingly caresses the back of your head. “god, what did i do to get this lucky.” he half mutters to himself before shoving himself back into your accepting mouth.

he continues to fuck into your face like you’re nothing but a hole and you take it. his head tips back as he lets out unbridled moans, comforted by the fact there was no one for miles to witness your debauchery, but infinitely turned on by the fact you were so out in the open.

jeno's breathing gets more ragged with each thrust, he hunches forward at the feeling of his orgasm hurtling towards him. if your mouth wasn't currently stuffed, you would smile as you brought a hand up to toy with his saliva-coated balls.

"oh my fucking- i'm cumming." it was the last push he needed before shooting his load down your throat. keeping you locked in place, nose smushed up against his pubic bone. all strength leaves your legs and you fall to your knees, the hard ground digs into your skin but the pain means nothing when he’s groaning about how well you’re taking his cum. you can barely breathe and your head is spinning but you wish you could make him cum again already. 

after a while, he settles down from his high and slowly removes himself. his hand grips firmly at your hair, keeping you in place. 

“what a fucking mess.” he sneers while admiring his work, how filthy you look kneeling before him. spit and cum cover your chin down to your chest; the low neckline of your dress is soaked. not to mention your makeup, black inky streaks ran down your cheeks. “liked taking my cock so much you forgot you had something to look pretty for.”

the look in your eyes was close to piety, unfazed that there was no way you could go to your friend’s house in this state. maybe he’d fucked your face a little too hard and knocked some sense out of you. it was the only explanation for you so gleefully offering yourself to every whim of a stranger; jeno was not a good enough man to refuse such an offer. 

“want more? you know, most of my customers tip.” he says in an expectant tone. “no pressure though.”

“wanna fuck me?” you run a finger up his thigh, skipping being coy - you needed him.

“i don’t know, can i?” he wants to toy with you, however.

“i said you can do anything, didn’t i?” you shuffle closer to him on your knees, batting your eyelashes up at him. 

“anything…” he repeats, dark thoughts run through his mind. a deep, shaky breath leaves jeno’s nostrils as he tries to contain the arousal stirring back up inside of him. he moves his leg forward, situating one of his heavy work boots between your legs; with the grasp he still has on you, he forces your core to come down against it. 

he doesn’t have to utter another word before your hips start moving. you bite your lip to contain the sounds threatening to escape you, shame finally kicking in somewhat. but he was having none of that; a sharp tug at your hair was all it took, he tipped your head back, and all the moans came spilling out. 

“good.” his praise encourages you to circle your hips faster. the panties you have on do nothing to hide how slick you are. 

you angle your hips for more stimulation, your swollen clit growing more sensitive by the second. you haven’t been at this for that long, but he can tell by the way your moans pick in pitch you’re nearly there. 

“close already?” he lifts the toe of his boot, pressing into you harder. “go ahead, cum on my boot. dirty, pathetic slut.” you whimper out pitifully as your orgasm finally wreaks you. 

he leaves you no time to recuperate before tugging your locks to make you stand and smashing his lips against yours. only now does it hit you that you’ve skipped quite a few bases, it’s the first time you’ve felt his lips against your own. 

you melt into his domineering kiss, trying your best to keep up with his lascivious pace. hands grope at your body, smoothing up your thighs and under your dress. 

a whine leaves your lips when his hands roughly squeeze your ass. he wastes no time attaching his lips to your neck, nipping at the skin as he moves to start pulling your panties off, you help him get them off the rest of the way and throw them somewhere into your car. 

deft fingers wander between your folds, collecting your wetness on his fingertips. the slightest brush against your raw clit makes you shudder in his grasp.

“gonna use this wet little pussy, just like i did your throat.” he whispered hotly against the skin of your neck, teasing your miserably sopping slit. “and you’re gonna take it like the good fucktoy you are.” 

now’s the point he’d finger a girl open a bit, maybe make her cum again. he’s usually kinder, more careful, less selfish; all that runs through his mind are animalistic thoughts of ruining you. 

you see the moment his resolve snaps completely, pupils dilating as a vein pops up on his temple. with no finesse at all, you’re turned around; a hand plants itself on your back, firmly pushing your torso down, you barely cushion your fall onto the car seat. 

he almost goes right in before the last fragment of sense left inside of him reminds him he’s forgotten something crucial. 

“shit, i don’t have a condom.” he slaps a hand over his face, vexed over the possibility of things ending here.

“i think i might,” you hurriedly reach into the glove compartment. not taking long to produce a foil packet and hand it to him; you turn to see he has an amused expression on his face.

“you remembered condoms but not money?” he snickers. “priorities.” 

you lower your head in embarrassment, begging him to get on with it. he obliges, quickly ripping open the packet and wrapping his cock up. with a deep hum, he slides his cock up between your ass cheeks. your back arches to push your backside further against him temptingly.

your mouths hang open in unison as he slides into you. he releases a long groan as he bottoms out, your tight unprepared hole swallowing him up deliciously. jeno’s body moves on its own, allowing neither of you time to adjust before reeling his hips back and slamming back in. his hands find purchase on your hips as he begins to pound you, digging into your curves for leverage; each thrust punching a choked moan out of you. 

“taking me so well,” he eyes the shameless mess beneath him, skin glistening with perspiration. he’s sure he’s equally as sweaty with the heat, probably more so with how much he is exerting himself; sweaty bangs stuck to his forehead, he can feel droplets racing down the sharp contours of his face to drip off his chin. yet he feels no fatigue, adrenaline keeps him going - keeps him fucking into you at a bestial pace. something about being surrounded by wilderness draws out a side of him so despicably feral, a side of him he had never been able to admit to having. 

when he said he would use you, he meant it well and truly. his cock bullied its way deeper into you.

“god! so fucking deep.” you manage to stutter out as he mercilessly crams every last inch of his cock inside. you’re sure he doesn’t mean or care to, but he hits all the spots that make your walls clench around him tighter, sucking him in deeper. 

“i can feel how close you are,” your legs shake, everything becoming more and more overwhelming by the second. his fingers dig into your flesh, holding your squirming body, “like being my fucktoy, yeah? gonna cream all over my cock?”

your legs shake and your nails scrape at the hard cushion beneath you as you bawl out incoherent words about how you’re cumming. your eyes roll into the back of you as the feeling seizes your body wholly. leaving your ears ringing and broken moans tumbling out of you as he drills you through your high.

once you fall, your legs give out and you fall limp on the seat. jeno doesn’t let up at all though. strong hands lay into your shoulders, your body is pressed further into the chair with his body weight. you barely have the space to breathe but he couldn’t care less, not when he was so close to the peak. 

he plants a foot on the car’s sill to anchor himself through a barrage of unrestrained, choppy thrusts. your poor car jolts and whines under their power.

between getting your throat fucked raw and brain-melting overstimulation, you could not form words; nothing that came out of jeno was coherent either, guttural noises of pleasure erupted from him. 

you only find out he’s cumming when you feel his cock twitch inside your sensitive walls. the fact he’s moaning your name between grunts is something you barely pick up; your body and mind have gone numb. motor function is off the table now, the only movement you can manage are involuntary muscle twitches.

jeno stills, basking in the fading pleasure, catching his breath. you’re too out of it to let out a small whine as he pulls out of you, leaving you devastatingly empty. 

“you good?” he pipes up, as you sluggishly pick yourself up. 

“fine, i think.” the heat and exhaustion have evidently defeated you; the look in your eyes is vacant as you wipe the sweat off of your forehead. you fix the straps of your soiled dress and plant your feet on the ground, your legs give out momentarily, but you catch yourself before you fall to the ground. he can't help but burst out laughing.

“look at you,” he takes your hand to steady you. the smirk on his face tells you he’s thoroughly enjoying the fact he’s fucked you to the point you can’t walk straight. “let’s get you cleaned up and home.” 

“thanks,” your cheeks grow hot as you limp toward his truck.

 “next time, bring money. not everyone’s as nice as me.” 

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© glitchfiles

[buckgasms]

Now I know Bucky isn't a mafia boss or anything in the Princess universe BUT I feel like he would have enemies and people would definitely think his Princess was a good target.

So imagine with me that you are out shopping and you are suddenly surrounded by burly men in suits who guide you to an unfamiliar car. Your shopping bags are left on the curb as the tyres screech as they peel away.

Maybe for a moment you think, is this an elaborate prank that Daddy has set up? But as you begin to speak a hand clamps around your mouth, pressing a damp rag to your face and everything turns black.

🖤

You wake up, groaning as you feel your hands tied to a chair and you still aren't quite sure if this is one of Daddy's games, because you've definitely been put in this position before.

"Ah you're awake, quite the snorer you know..."

A slippery voice speaks in the darkness of the room. It looks like a cheap hotel suite. Big but grubby, the sheets on the bed look like they be greasy to the touch and the walls are a sad beige. No. Daddy wouldn't bring you here. You should feel scared, but the fact this man is hiding from you makes you a little bolder.

"Bucky's gonna kill you..." You say, keeping your voice as steady as you can. "And I don't snore..."

The man chuckles and appears into your view. He looks vaguely familiar, maybe someone Bucky has identified to you at a party of some kind. A shady character, dirty dealings and always trying to encroach on Bucky's businesses.

"Now... Are you going to be good for me?"

You balk at his words and grimace. He pulls out a long knife and you shiver. You knew Daddy would be on the way, but how long did you have to endure would be unknown.

"You are going to tell me everything I want to know or I'm going to ruin that very pretty face of yours..."

🖤

When Bucky's security team kicked down the door of the hotel room they were almost surprised to find you unscathed, your captor laying on the bed with a pen and paper in his hand, both of you looking quite relaxed.

Well until they grabbed him and dragged him out of the room.

Bucky came storming in, eyes wild in panic until he saw you smiling at him. He dropped down, hands going to the binds around your ankles and wrists.

"Are you ok Princess? Are you hurt baby?"

You smile, tears of relief welling in your eyes and you wrap your arms around him. "M'fine Daddy, he didn't hurt me too bad..."

He pulled back, holding your face in his hands before kissing you desperately, lips, cheeks, nose, forehead.

"Did you do what I told ya?" He says, panic lacing his voice and he checks your skin for damage, stroking at the red marks appearing on your wrists. He looks a you again, searching.

You giggle and nod. "Yeah, I told him everything I knew. Everything I could think of..."

Bucky grins and drags you in for another kiss. "Good girl, so proud of you Princess..."

🖤

"If you ever get taken baby I need you to do something for me..."

You lay in Daddy's arms, stroking his chin as his hand wraps around your wrist. You roll your eyes and giggle, but he pulls you to focus.

"It's important Babygirl, I want you to pay attention." He couples that with rolling you on top of him, your naked body pressing into his. You were very much aware of everything that was happening now.

"If anyone takes you and they wanna know my secrets..."

"Daddy don't worry I'll keep my mouth closed" you say, making a zip motion across your lips, throwing away the key, he grabs your hand and shakes his head.

"No princess. I want you to tell them everything you can think of. Nothing I do is worth hurting you for. Tell them whatever you can baby. I want you to promise me that.."

Your eyes widen a little, thinking about the gravity of what he's saying. His business, his empire, that he built from nothing. He'd risk it all to keep you from harm.

"Ok Daddy, I promise..." You lean down and kiss him as he rolls back over, squashing you, sending you into a fit of giggles and showing you again how much he loves you.

🖤

His fingers run through your hair as you cup his face in your soft hands. Despite the way it went, you were still pretty scared and being back in his arms was a great relief.

Sensing your adrenaline bubbling he picks you up and carries you out of the room. You bury your face into his neck and breathe deeply, trying to relax in his arms. Finally he climbs into the car and settles you on his lap.

"I'm so sorry this happened baby, never wanted you to get caught up in stuff like this. That son of a bitch is gonna pay, I swear to god..."

He watches you, as you fiddle with his shirt buttons, a look of concern on your face. He tilts your chin until you meet his gaze, thumb stroking gently at your cheek.

"Are you ok Princess?"

"Yes I think so... it's just....Daddy..... Do I snore?"

[dizzyduck44]

A week on from Miami 🌴☀️🏎️

Let’s talk about how that may have been the most significant race week in about a year and a half. And no it’s not because I’m a Lando fan.

McLaren’s upgrades

Ok first we heard they won’t be significant, then Lando got given virtually a new car! Then we are told that what Oscar has is worth 2 tenths, what Lando has 4 tenths. Seems pie in the sky until Lando started sprint quali on medium tyres and suddenly it wasn’t bullshit! Lando won the main race and only lost fastest lap to his teammate. That car has pace and the drivers to unlock it. Also consider Lando won his first Grand Prix with a car he wasn’t happy about the setup on. There is more to come from that car. By the end of the weekend McLaren had fighting talk. They expect to be in the Championship mix before 2025 if not before.

Aston said they would, McLaren just knuckled down and did it!

Ferrari seem to be checking the wrong things!

Another weekend, another he pushed me/he gave me no room incident between the scarlet teammates. In the main race by lap 6 there is the usual squabble of let me try and pass (insert driver here) if my teammate can’t. Thing is around lap 10 Lando got a message telling him he was saving his tyres better than Oscar and the two Ferraris. So consumed with the fight to go forward, they forgot to look behind them and left the door open for Lando. Ferrari you have the car, the drivers, the knowledge. Just engage your brains. Right now there is a chance for Red Bulls to have mirrors full of scarlet and papaya. Don’t fuck it up!!

Fingers crossed the Imola upgrade package steps them forward as McLaren has done.

VisaCashapp RB’s, the paint job wasn’t the only thing with impact

Daniel’s first points in the sprint and another solid weekend and points in the main race again for Yuki show that their upgrades work. If Aston continue to flounder this is the team to watch step out of the “also ran” pack. Quietly just getting on with it.

Red Bull lost its vavavoom?

Not even sure where to start with this. Sprint race, no surprises. Quali, more of the same. Race, well. The Red Bull dominance is boring, because we have seen Max gets podiums with half a floor or a hole in his side pod. The RBs are the cockroach of the grid, unkillable. Bleeding every last bit of hope out of the other teams.

So the idea that floor damage meant Max couldn’t keep up with Lando after the safety car and that Checo never really looked in danger of a podium from the first corner is difficult to understand. Max complained about that car ALL weekend. Yes there are upgrades coming but to see the Red Bull not just hit hyper mode and check out was new.

Which leads me to my point why this was so important. This season is far more open than any we have seen for a while. After the 21 from 22 Red Bull show last year, they have already missed out on two wins this season. One due to a brake failure (see earlier cockroach comment) and another to an apparent lack of pace. (Where’d the pace go?)

More importantly two other teams have already taken the top step this year. Two teams that are showing the capability to fight back at last. I fully expect to see at least 7 different race winners this year.

And with Lando now a Grand Prix winner, can we all agree that with a decent midfield car, Yuki is in fact the most underrated driver on the grid and has been for sometime?

[lewisinho]

as the anon that asked for the race list: thank you!

now this is totally up to you if you have the time to spend on this, but this is my first year watching the races, and while I've been doing some background research to get up to speed, there is still a lot i don't know. i trust your judgment so what are some races and/or f1 adjacent things i should look into? i'm going through your McLaren list and have watched the last 4 seasons of dts and the brawn documentary. are there any other books/ documentaries/ races (especially seb's) / old youtube videos that are lost in the void that i should also check out?

again no pressure and thank you!

no problem!

(and btw welcome to f1 and the world of watching some glorified hot wheels every other sunday 😁 it’s great!)

i completely get how daunting it can be as a new fan in the sport. when i was getting back into f1 it also took me some time to get back up to speed with everything, especially all the techy stuff; i honestly learned the most through just watching the races (old and new), bc you get to see all the strategies play out, the pit-stops, the overtakes etc. and the terminology just becomes much easier to understand through sheer exposure. there are also some really cool f1 data analysis blogs you might want to follow on twt/x if you want some more detailed tech analysis and graphs if you’re into that sort of thing: (x)

as for seb, oh there’s a whole arsenal of recs i have!

monza 2008, rise of torro rosso wunderkind; i presume you already know the lore with that one but ig you can never get tired of it.

abu dhabi 2010, world championship no.1 “du bist weltmeister!”

interlagos 2012, the infamous one. this one’s a rollercoaster, chaos everywhere and the manifestation of murphy’s law: anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. amidst a title battle against nando, seb was fighting the weather, bruno senna’s front wing, a damaged side-pod, no radio, and somehow managed to claim p6 to win the championship

malaysia 2013, multi-21 (iconique), he was faster, deal with it. 💅

singapore 2013, domination masterclass from quali to the race. (also just all of his singapore wins...lion of singapore and all that)

india 2013, title no.3 secured, changed tyres on lap 2 and came out p17, was third by only lap 13 and then won the race by nearly 30 seconds. it was also his sixth win in a row. he went on to win three more. speaks for itself. also this:

malaysia 2015, first win with ferrari, can't forget that one, also features sewis’ gay knee-touching on the podium.

germany 2019, CHAOS, in which merc got bewitched by the special livery curse 😅, with crashes, spins, 50-second long pit stops, and also features one of seb’s best drives from p20 -> p2

i also highly recommend watching Floz's fan-made docus on youtube about 'the silver war' (there are also docus for the 2014 and 2015 seasons) as well as the merc v ferrari (lewis vs seb) 2017 fight and 'fight for five' in 2018, they're so much better than dts and actually give a full run-down of what happened during the season, with all the action on-track, with interviews and providing all the context! it's so well-edited as well (you literally feel like you're watching a movie about all of the seasons) and they are just incredibly fun to watch.

in general, i love rewatching races from 2017/18 (literally my comfort seasons), personal favs include spain 2017 (strategy galore and lewis v seb), baku 2017 (for obv reasons), austin 2017; and basically the 2018 season in its entirety...

as for books, there are many driver autobiographies e.g. jb (he’s even got two lmao), mark webbah etc. but i think the best f1 book out there is adrian newey’s memoir ‘how to build a car’ if you want lore + great insight into cars!

i’d also recommend watching some older races (i could do a separate post on which ones are my personal favs) but it’s all up to you in the end! go digging, look around on yt for some highlights and just keep exploring! 🫶💜

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How about

Congratulations! Magnus Martinsson (or Tom or anyone really) line - "I guess it's the price of love, I know it's not cheap." Song: Ultra violet by U2.

a/n: Getting inspiration for this took me a little while, but in the end I had an idea - and I absolutely love it! 😄 Hope you like it too, nonny! And thank you! ☺️

Warnings: police things, mentions of injuries, guns and some violence, fluff

Word Count: 1070

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Lyric-Drabble-Mania Masterlist

Based on this song:

Lifesaver

"Mags, what's wrong? You've been so quiet the whole day..." You asked your colleague and boyfriend, while putting on your bullet proof vest. The man with the curly, blonde hair huffed out a breath, worried blue eyes meeting yours. "I... I don't want you to go with us to the cash handover." You frowned. "Why?" Magnus sighed, running a hand through his luscious curls. "Because it's dangerous, min älskling. I don't want you to put your life on the line." The frown on your face turned into a compassionate look. "Oh Mags... I understand you, I really do, but it's my job. Just like it's yours." You stepped closer to him and placed your hands on his bullet proof vest clad chest. "Besides, I could say the same. You put your life on the line as well. Not just me." "I know, but-" "No buts. It's our job. We have to do it. Both, me and you; keep each other safe. We can't retreat from this." Magnus hung his head, but started to nod. "Yes, you're right."

An hour later, you were huddled up behind a tree; gun drawn and heart pounding in your chest. Magnus was only a few feet away from you, hiding behind a thick tree as well. You were silently watching the cash handover and had the order from Kurt to stay put and only intervene if something would go wrong. You and Magnus were so to speak the backup. You really hoped, that neither of you had to act and intervene, but of course, it wasn't going how you wished...

The two men you were after - who held one of your colleagues as a hostage, looked through Kurt's plan. Suddenly things went out of hand and they were escaping with screeching tyres. Then you heard a gunshot, firing from beside you. Magnus. He had hit one of their tyres, making sure they didn't get far. You looked over at him, who gave you a nod, panting. "Let's get going! I'll be right behind you, just checking in on Kurt and the others." "Alright." You nodded and started to run through the woods, into the direction the car headed.

You found it about five minutes later. They crashed, drove against a tree. You approached the damaged car cautiously, step after step. Carefully checking the front and back seats, you found just one of the two men. The driver. He was unconscious, with a gashing wound on his head. The other man was gone. All you had left to check was the trunk. That he was hiding there was most unlikely, but maybe they hid your colleague in there. After ordering an ambulance over your walkie-talkie, you circled back around the car and quickly opened the trunk. Nothing. A sigh left your lips, before you took a deep breath.

You never felt pain, though. The bullet never hit you. Confused and blinking you opened your eyes, which widened immediately. It hit Magnus.

Just as you wanted to close the trunk again, you heard a gun click behind you. Shit. "Det är över! Kasta din pistol och vänd långsamt! Händerna ovanför huvudet!" You had no choice. The man was right. It was over. So, you did what he said and threw away your gun, lifted your hands above your head and turned around slowly, facing him. The man had his gun pointed at you, hand shaking. You felt your heart speeding up once again, breath labouring. You were trained for this and yet you fought the urge to ran – which would have most likely been your death sentence. Words were all you had left, so you decided to use them. "Det behöver inte gå ner så här. Vi kan-" You tried to talk sense into the man, but he didn't listen, interrupted you immediately. "Ja det har." He rasped, before readjusting his aim, ready to shoot. After that, everything happened so fast. The man pulled the trigger, causing you to close your eyes, ready to feel the impact from the bullet. Then you heard another gunshot - and Magnus's voice, yelling from somewhere near you.

Your brain needed a moment to catch up, everything around you happening in slow motion. Another one of your colleagues had shot the man, while Kurt came running towards your hurt boyfriend, who laid on the hard ground in front of you, bleeding. Magnus had thrown himself into the shot. He had risked his life in order to save your life. In that moment, you realised. "Oh gods," you mumbled, stumbling forwards to your knees beside Kurt, who already was about to give Magnus first aid. "I-Is he...?" Your words got stuck in your throat. You weren't able to say it. Kurt shook his head. "No, he luckily isn't." You then checked on Magnus body as well, tears blurring your vision. The man had shot him in his shoulder and he had hit his head as he fell, as a wound on the back of his head told you. That was why Magnus was unconscious. You were like petrified, didn't know what to do. You were shocked, staring at your boyfriend's wound, which was bleeding - a lot.

Everything happened in a blur from that point on. About an hour later, you found yourself sitting on a chair beside the hospital bed, Magnus was laying in, eyes fixated on the man you loved, waiting for him to wake up. He did, luckily, after quite a while...

The blonde-haired man blinked his eyes open, groaning. "Mags... Hey..." You whispered, smiling. He needed a minute to adjust. "What happened?" You pressed your lips into thin line, smiling an uptight smile. "You got shot. Threw yourself in front of me, saving me." A loopy smile crept up your boyfriend's face. "Right... I remember." You shook your head, frowning. "Why did you do this? You could've died..." A small laugh escaped his lips. "I just did what you said, min älskling... Keeping each other safe... I kept you safe." Damn... You inhaled sharply. "Y-Yes, but-" He meekly shook his head. "No buts. I had to. Besides, I love you - and sometimes you do stupid things when you're in love, you know..." Magnus smiled again, dazzling blue eyes meeting yours, as he reached for your hand. "I guess it's the price of love... I know it's not cheap - but I am gladly willing to pay it as often as I have to."

Translation:

> "Det är över! Kasta din pistol och vänd långsamt! Händerna ovanför huvudet!" means in English "It's over! Drop your gun and turn slowly! Hands above your head!"

> "Det behöver inte gå ner så här. Vi kan-" means in English "It doesn't have to go down like this. We can-"

> "Ja det har." means in English "Yes it has."

> min älskling = my darling

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I have complex feelings about Nancy, throughout the series. Yes she is portrayed as smart, but most of her intelligence is academic, I think one of her major flaws is her lack of common sense. (Another is her lack of emotional intelligence.) And this is shown in different ways across the show.

In season 1, the biggest example of this is her pointing the gun in Steve's face. She is shown as a gunslinging badass, but she literally fails gun safety 101. Rule 1 is always treat a gun as if it is loaded, rule 2 is never point a gun at someone you wouldn't be willing to kill, even if you know it is unloaded with the safety on, rule 3 is never put your finger on the trigger unless you intend to shoot. She breaks rules 2 and 3 when she points the gun at Steve. And it would have taken so little for her to accidentally shoot, like if the demogorgan had come a little sooner and startled her, she could have pulled the trigger out of reflex.

-A lesser point for season 1 is not guessing that Steve would come and check on her. He'd said he'd call her, and it's shown that he hadn't heard from her, so he was worried. Just a few days earlier, he'd climbed through her window, so it's not surprising that he did it to try to check on her.

In season 2, it's how she went about exposing the lab. She wanted to tell Barb's parents what really happened, despite knowing what the lab/ government could do if they found out, and she didn't like Steve pointing that out. When she and Jonathan went into the lab, she took a massive risk having the recording device with her (I 100% stand by the fact that her bag would have been searched and they would have found it. And they would have been in massive trouble.) And then lying to her parents about where she is while she and Jonathan go out of state to meet up with a strange man, while they were both minors. Then accepting alcohol from him, and sleeping at his house.

In season 3, there are a few points.

-The first is her expecting to be treated as an important reporter at the paper when she was just an intern, yes she was mistreated by a lot of the higher-level people, she should have been shadowing reporters, or being used for taking notes of meetings, but she expected to be working as a full journalist, and her attitude ultimately costs her and Jonathan their jobs (his photography internship is different to a reporters internship, because he was likely taken along to take a few photos, and then used to develop his own and other photographers photos.).

-The second is providing first aid to El. She went to disinfect the wound without cleaning it. And it's pretty obvious that you clean it first, because if there's dirt in the wound disinfecting it would do nothing. And she looks sceptical when Max corrects her. (I hate when it's written in fic that Nancy is the one to provide first aid, and to ensure there are fully stocked first aid kits, when in canon, she doesn't understand first aid. When Max has more experience than she does, and Steve is a certified lifeguard, and for that, he would have to be first aid certified.)

-The third is shooting at Billy. She's just shooting at the car head-on. Yes, windshields aren't bullet proof, but they offer some level of protection and damage to the windshield doesn't disable a car. Also, they're aware that he is possessed by the mindflayer and was able to walk away after the sauna test and being thrown through a brick wall. As well as how most of the hits didn't affect Tom and Bruce at the hospital. It's pretty obvious that bullets probably wouldn't have much effect on him. So if she wanted to disable the car, she needed to aim for the wheels, to blow out the tyres, other than that, you need to hit the internal workings of the car, like the fuel line.

I can't think of much for season 4, but I have only watched it once, compared to many more times for the other three seasons. But the main one I can think of is how her immediate thought for defence against the upside down creatures is guns, when they have never worked before. The only things that have been shown to work against the creatures is brute force, like with Steve's bat, or fire. (Or El, but they don't have her.)

I know there are other points, but I can't think of them right now. Also, at another point, I could send you my thoughts on her lack of emotional intelligence if you're interested.

there’s this post i saw that argued that steve has high wisdom, and low intelligence (which i agree with to a certain point, because i don’t think that steve’s intelligence is actually that low), they then argued that everyone else was high intelligence and low wisdom. specifically nancy. at first i wasn’t so sure, but i think you’ve managed to convince me.

honestly, that scene in s1 has always been almost laughable to me. like, what was she gonna do if he didn’t leave? literally shoot him in the face? pointing a gun at someone in a circumstance like that almost never works, and, no offence to jonathan and nancy, but they clearly needed the help, and steve’s a jock. i’d have let him stick around. especially after the shit he pulled at the theatre, like, sure man, you can jump in front of me, show your remorse lmao

and that also hits one point i find irritating about nancy’s character and it’s the fact that we never see her learn how to shoot a gun, she’s just a natural badass, and i think that’s just such lazy writing, especially for one of their few female characters. she doesn’t seem to know any actual gun control stuff, she never learns to shoot, she’s just good at it, naturally, with no explanation. could the duffers be anymore boring. i like to watch characters struggle a bit.

to defend nancy a little, she had just crawled out of hell, so she’d probably forgotten about steve coming to check on her. however, she never does try and explain away what she and jonathan were doing in the alleyway behind the theatre. like, at least just make up some bullshit about mike and will rather than just look at steve blankly.

s2 is kinda funny, because obviously shows don’t always tell you what a characters plan is, to try and make it more dramatic, but it really does feel like nancy and jonathan are just making that shit up as they go along.

like, at first nancy tells steve that she wants to tell the holland’s that barb is dead. that’s her whole plan. then her plan is to tell the world about the upside down and eleven and demogorgon and barb’s death, and she honestly expected that to work? it isn’t until murray tells her that people won’t believe it that she starts to doubt herself.

and yeah, no real teenage girl would actually drink vodka and then stay the night in some middle-aged man’s house, who is very clearly a freak and also insanely interested in her love life.

i think i’ve said before that nancy’s stance in s3 confuses me. like, yes she is getting treated badly, but she’s an intern. sexism is a factor for how little she has to do, but she can’t have honestly expected to be writing for the paper. did she deserve to have more to do? yes. should she have been going around doing interviews on her own, no. then, instead of just leaving, or playing nice to get experience and have a good connection with a journalist, she instead decides to go against what her boss has told her to do, and expects to get rewarded? like, nancy, you can’t really ask forgiveness for going against what your boss has told you to do and sneaking out in the middle of the day because you don’t like your job. just quit!

that’s true, it is weird that nancy always gets written as the person supplying first aid and being the most knowledgeable when max and steve know more than her.

i hate when characters are shooting at a car and they just shoot at the windscreen. shoot at the tires!! or shoot at the body of the car, you’re more likely to hit something important and stop the car.

yeah, i’m so tired to nancy getting out a gun and everyone going “oh my god, she has a gun” and then it does FUCK ALL. bring steve’s bat back, that’s done more damage than a fucking gun.

i think that nancy has a lot of intelligence for the life she lives, which is a middle class high school student, and she often can’t really see beyond that. i think it can come from her lack of empathy, and this idea that she’s often the smartest in the room, because she values her kind of intelligence, and her lived experience, more than others.

obviously some of your points are just the duffers shitty writing choices, but shitty writing choices can reflect badly on characters. and yeah, i’d love to hear your thoughts on her emotional intelligence. in my opinion, steve is one of the most emotionally intelligent characters on the show, because of how self-aware he is, and how he’s had to understand and then stop his bad behaviour. i’ve never thought much about nancy’s though!

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RV Repair Bakersfield California: Common Problems and How to Fix Them

Recreational Vehicles (RVs) offer the freedom to explore the open road while enjoying the comforts of home. However, like any vehicle, RVs are prone to wear and tear, especially with frequent use. If you're in Bakersfield, California, and facing RV issues, understanding common problems and their solutions can help you stay prepared. In this guide, we'll explore some of the most frequent RV problems and how to fix them.

1. Electrical System Malfunctions

Problem:

RVs rely on both 12V and 120V electrical systems. Over time, you may encounter power failures, flickering lights, or dead outlets.

Fix:

Check the circuit breakers and fuses for any blown components.

Inspect the shore power connection and battery terminals for corrosion.

If the issue persists, a professional RV electrician should diagnose and repair the system.

2. Leaky Roof and Seals

Problem:

Roof leaks can cause severe water damage, leading to mould and structural issues.

Fix:

Inspect the roof regularly for cracks or worn-out seals.

Use RV roof sealant to patch small cracks or holes.

For significant leaks, consider a professional RV roof repair service in Bakersfield.

3. Plumbing Issues

Problem:

Leaky faucets, clogged drains, or water pump failures are standard in RVs.

Fix:

Check for loose connections and tighten them.

Use RV-friendly drain cleaners to clear clogs.

If the water pump isn't working, inspect the wiring and pressure settings before replacing it.

4. Tire Blowouts

Problem:

Underinflated or worn-out tyres can lead to dangerous blowouts on the road.

Fix:

Regularly check tyre pressure and maintain it as per the manufacturer's specifications.

Inspect for signs of wear and replace tyres when needed.

Invest in a tyre pressure monitoring system (TPMS) for added safety.

5. Brake System Failures

Problem:

Brake issues can make stopping your RV difficult, leading to serious safety hazards.

Fix:

Inspect brake pads and rotors for wear and replace them as needed.

Check the brake fluid levels and top up if necessary.

If you experience reduced braking power, visit an RV repair specialist in Bakersfield for a thorough check-up.

6. HVAC System Malfunctions

Problem:

If your RV's air conditioning or heating system isn't working, it can make your travels uncomfortable.

Fix:

Clean the air filters and vents regularly.

Check the thermostat settings and battery.

If the problem continues, an RV HVAC repair expert can diagnose and repair the system.

Conclusion

RV maintenance is essential for a smooth and stress-free road trip. By staying proactive and addressing common problems early, you can prevent costly repairs and ensure your RV remains in top condition. Whether you need minor fixes or professional RV repair services in Bakersfield, California, staying informed will help you keep your vehicle roadworthy.

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Mobile Tyre Fitting London: The Ultimate Solution for Flat Tyres

Stuck with a Flat Tyre in London? Here’s Your Quick Fix!

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The Importance of TPMS Service for Your Vehicle’s Safety and Performance

In today’s fast-paced world, vehicle safety and efficiency are more important than ever. One of the most innovative advancements in automotive technology is the Tyre Pressure Monitoring System (TPMS). This system plays a crucial role in ensuring your tires are properly inflated, which directly impacts your vehicle’s safety, performance, and fuel efficiency. However, like any other technology, TPMS requires regular maintenance and service to function effectively. If you’re looking for reliable TPMS service, Regrip is your trusted partner. In this blog, we’ll explore the importance of TPMS, why it needs servicing, and how Regrip can help you keep your vehicle in top condition.

What is a TPMS?

A Tyre Pressure Monitoring System (TPMS) is an electronic system designed to monitor the air pressure inside your tires and alert you when it falls below or exceeds the recommended level. There are two main types of TPMS:

Direct TPMS This system uses sensors inside each tire to measure the pressure and send real-time data to your vehicle’s dashboard. If the pressure drops below a certain threshold, the system alerts the driver with a warning light or message.

Indirect TPMS Indirect TPMS relies on the vehicle’s anti-lock braking system (ABS) to monitor tire rotation. If a tire is under-inflated, it will rotate at a different speed than the others, triggering a warning.

Both systems are effective, but direct TPMS is generally more accurate and reliable.

Why is TPMS Important?

Enhanced Safety Properly inflated tires are essential for safe driving. Under-inflated or over-inflated tires can compromise your vehicle’s handling, braking, and stability. TPMS alerts you to potential issues before they become serious, reducing the risk of accidents.

Improved Fuel Efficiency Incorrect tire pressure increases rolling resistance, forcing the engine to work harder and burn more fuel. By maintaining the right pressure, TPMS helps you save money on fuel and reduce your carbon footprint.

Extended Tire Life Tires that are not inflated correctly wear out unevenly and faster. TPMS ensures even wear, extending the life of your tires and saving you money in the long run.

Peace of Mind With TPMS, you no longer need to manually check your tire pressure regularly. The system does the work for you, giving you peace of mind and ensuring your tires are always in optimal condition.

Why Does TPMS Need Servicing?

While TPMS is a reliable and durable technology, it requires regular maintenance to function effectively. Here’s why TPMS servicing is essential:

Sensor Battery Life Direct TPMS sensors are powered by batteries that typically last 5 to 10 years. Over time, these batteries can die, causing the sensors to stop working. Regular servicing ensures that the sensors are functioning correctly and replaces batteries when necessary.

Sensor Damage TPMS sensors can be damaged due to road debris, potholes, or improper installation. Damaged sensors may provide inaccurate readings or fail to work altogether. Servicing includes inspecting and replacing damaged sensors.

System Calibration Over time, TPMS may require recalibration to ensure accurate readings. This is especially important after tire rotation, replacement, or changes in tire pressure.

Software Updates Like any electronic system, TPMS software may need updates to improve functionality and compatibility with your vehicle.

Signs Your TPMS Needs Servicing

TPMS Warning Light If the TPMS warning light on your dashboard stays on or flashes, it’s a clear sign that the system needs attention.

Inaccurate Readings If you notice that the tire pressure readings are inconsistent or don’t match manual measurements, it could indicate a problem with the sensors or system.

No Readings If the TPMS fails to display any tire pressure information, it’s likely due to a malfunctioning sensor or system issue.

Frequent Pressure Alerts If you receive frequent low-pressure alerts despite maintaining proper tire pressure, it could be a sign of a faulty sensor or system error.

Why Choose Regrip for TPMS Service?

When it comes to TPMS service and maintenance, Regrip is a name you can trust. As a leading provider of tire-related services, Regrip offers comprehensive solutions to keep your TPMS in top condition.

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Expert Technicians Regrip’s team of skilled technicians has the knowledge and experience to diagnose and repair TPMS issues accurately.

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Wide Range of Services From TPMS sensor replacement and battery checks to system calibration and software updates, Regrip offers a full range of TPMS services.

Quality Products Regrip uses only high-quality sensors and components to ensure the best performance for your TPMS.

Customer-Centric Approach At Regrip, customer satisfaction is a top priority. Their friendly and professional staff are always ready to assist you with any questions or concerns.

Convenient Contact Options Need TPMS service? Reach out to Regrip at +91 - 92570 30252 or +91 - 90575 99924. You can also visit their website at https://regrip.in/ to learn more about their services and book an appointment.

Tips for Maintaining Your TPMS

Check Your TPMS Regularly Pay attention to the TPMS warning light and tire pressure readings. If you notice any issues, schedule a service appointment immediately.

Inspect Sensors During Tire Changes Whenever you replace or rotate your tires, have the TPMS sensors inspected for damage or wear.

Avoid Harsh Driving Conditions Driving over potholes, debris, or rough terrain can damage TPMS sensors. Drive carefully to protect your system.

Keep Spare Sensors Handy If your TPMS sensors are nearing the end of their battery life, consider keeping spare sensors on hand for quick replacement.

Conclusion

A properly functioning TPMS is essential for your vehicle’s safety, performance, and efficiency. Regular TPMS servicing ensures that the system works accurately and reliably, giving you peace of mind on the road. For professional TPMS service and maintenance, trust the experts at Regrip. With their expertise, state-of-the-art equipment, and customer-centric approach, you can drive with confidence knowing your TPMS is in good hands. Don’t wait until it’s too late—contact Regrip today at +91 - 92570 30252 or +91 - 90575 99924, or visit https://regrip.in/ to schedule an appointment. Your safety and peace of mind are worth it!

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Understanding Car Service: Key Maintenance Tasks for Optimal Performance

Regular vehicle maintenance is essential for ensuring the longevity and efficiency of your car. Whether you are a daily commuter or an occasional driver, scheduling a car service in Peebles helps prevent unexpected breakdowns, enhances safety, and maintains the vehicle’s overall performance. In this blog, we will discuss the key aspects of car servicing and why it is vital to stay on top of routine maintenance.

Why Regular Car Servicing is Important

Many car owners neglect routine servicing, often assuming that their vehicle will function efficiently without regular check-ups. However, proactive maintenance helps in several ways:

Enhances Safety: Regular servicing ensures that critical components such as brakes, tyres, and lights are in optimal condition, reducing the risk of accidents.

Improves Fuel Efficiency: A well-maintained engine and clean filters help your vehicle use fuel more efficiently, saving you money in the long run.

Prevents Costly Repairs: Identifying minor issues early can prevent major mechanical failures, reducing the risk of expensive repairs.

Maintains Resale Value: A car with a full-service history is more attractive to potential buyers, increasing its resale value.

Key Maintenance Tasks in a Car Service

A typical car service in Peebles includes various essential checks and replacements to ensure that your vehicle runs smoothly. Below are some key maintenance tasks performed during routine servicing:

1. Engine Oil and Filter Change

The engine oil lubricates the moving parts of your car’s engine, preventing friction and overheating. Replacing a worn-out or weak battery can help avoid unexpected breakdowns. Regular oil and filter changes help maintain engine health and efficiency.

2. Brake Inspection and Maintenance

Brakes are a crucial component of vehicle safety. During a car service, the brake pads, discs, and fluid levels are checked to ensure they function properly. Worn-out brakes can lead to dangerous driving conditions, so timely replacements are essential.

3. Tyre Inspection and Pressure Check

Tyres play a vital role in the performance and safety of a vehicle. A comprehensive service includes checking the tread depth, tyre pressure, and overall condition. Properly inflated and well-maintained tyres improve fuel efficiency and handling.

4. Battery Check

The battery is responsible for starting your car and powering electrical components. A routine service includes checking the battery's voltage and terminals to ensure it is in good working condition. Replacing a worn-out or weak battery can help avoid unexpected breakdowns.

5. Fluid Level Checks

Various fluids, including coolant, transmission fluid, brake fluid, and power steering fluid, need to be at optimal levels for smooth vehicle operation. During servicing, these fluids are checked and topped up or replaced if necessary.

6. Lights and Electrical System Inspection

A comprehensive car service in Peebles also includes inspecting all lights, including headlights, brake lights, and indicators. The electrical system, including the alternator and starter motor, is also checked to ensure proper functionality.

7. Suspension and Steering System Check

A well-functioning suspension system ensures a comfortable ride and good handling. Regular servicing involves checking shock absorbers, struts, and steering components to identify any signs of wear or damage.

8. Exhaust System Inspection

The exhaust system helps in controlling emissions and ensuring fuel efficiency. A service check includes inspecting the exhaust pipes and catalytic converter for leaks or blockages.

How Often Should You Service Your Car?

The frequency of car servicing depends on several factors, including the make and model of your car, driving conditions, and mileage. However, general recommendations include:

Interim Service: Every 6 months or 6,000 miles

Full Service: Every 12 months or 12,000 miles

Major Service: Every 24 months or 24,000 miles

It is always best to refer to your vehicle’s owner's manual for specific service intervals. Additionally, if you notice any unusual noises, decreased performance, or warning lights on your dashboard, it is advisable to schedule a car service in Peebles immediately.

Choosing the Right Car Service Provider

Selecting a reliable service provider is crucial for ensuring quality maintenance. Here are a few factors to consider:

Reputation and Reviews: Look for customer feedback and ratings before choosing a service provider.

Experience and Expertise: Ensure that technicians have the necessary skills and experience to handle your vehicle.

Comprehensive Services: Opt for a service centre that offers a full range of maintenance services, including diagnostics and repairs.

Transparent Pricing: Choose a provider that offers clear and upfront pricing with no hidden charges.

Conclusion

Regular car service in Peebles is essential for maintaining your vehicle’s performance, safety, and longevity. Routine servicing helps detect potential issues early, preventing costly repairs and ensuring smooth driving. By staying proactive with maintenance, you can enjoy a hassle-free driving experience while protecting your investment in the long run. Book your next car service today and keep your vehicle in top condition!

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Best Car Cleaning Services in Wheelers Hill: What to Look For

Keeping your car clean not only enhances its aesthetic appeal but also preserves its value and contributes to a healthier driving environment. If you're in Wheelers Hill and looking for the best car cleaning Wheelers Hill, you've come to the right place. This blog will guide you through the key aspects to consider when choosing a professional detailing service.

Beyond the Wash: Understanding Car Cleaning Services

Car cleaning in Ringwood ranges from basic washes to comprehensive detailing. A simple wash might involve an exterior rinse and dry, while a full detail can include interior shampooing, paint correction, engine bay cleaning, and more. Understanding the different levels of service is crucial in choosing the right one for your needs.

Exterior Cleaning: This typically includes washing, waxing, tyre dressing, and wheel cleaning. Look for services that use high-quality products that won't damage your car's paint.

Interior Cleaning: This can range from vacuuming and dusting to deep cleaning carpets, upholstery, and dashboards. Pay attention to the products used, especially if you have leather interiors.

What to Look for in a Car Cleaning Service:

Choosing the right car cleaning service can make all the difference. Here are some crucial factors to consider:

Reputation and Reviews: Check online reviews on platforms like Google, Yelp, and Facebook. Look for consistent positive feedback regarding the quality of service, professionalism, and customer service

Experience and Expertise: How long has the business been operating? Do they specialize in certain types of vehicles or detailing techniques? Experience matters, especially when dealing with high-end cars or complex detailing procedures.

Services Offered: Carefully examine the range of services offered. Do they offer the specific cleaning or detailing you require? Do they have packages that cater to different budgets and needs?

Products and Equipment: Inquire about the products they use. Are they high-quality, pH-balanced, and environmentally friendly? Do they use modern and well-maintained equipment?

Pricing and Transparency: Get clear and detailed pricing upfront. Be wary of extremely low prices, as they might indicate subpar services or products. A reputable business will be transparent about its pricing structure and any potential additional charges.

By considering these factors and asking the right questions, you can find the best car cleaning service in Wheelers Hill to keep your car looking its best.

Source: https://fullcarcleaningservice.blogspot.com/2025/02/best-car-cleaning-services-in-wheelers.html