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[syoddeye]

the reward

ceo!price x reader / ~2.5k words

This can be considered the first half of part 4 of Business or Pleasure? my lil ceo!price x reader side project. Please enjoy! 🖤

Parts 1, 2, and 3

CW: hinted possessiveness, power imbalance, alcohol

The reward was never a choice. Cute, in hindsight, how you thought it was and politely declined to exit the car. 

Mr. Price squashed your resolve with one look. Both of his eyebrows raised in an expression of almost tired disbelief, mouth a firm line, and a disapproving sound pushing through it. "Hmm. You sure? Store's open just for us, y'really going to make them stay on longer?"

Sufficiently guilt-tripped, you concede.

You expect the pair of sales associates to be miffed, all tight smiles and wringing hands, for working past posted hours. They are not. Quite the opposite. It makes you wonder the true reach of the man beside you. 

John ushers you past the display of tote bags in the front of the store. 

You try to protest. "But they're the most useful type here. The others are impractical."

You try to reason. "I can use it for work. For travel. See, my laptop will fit."

You want something closer to the reliable carry-all you currently own. He clicks his tongue as if you are an unruly pet, affectionately scolding. "You're not walking out of here 'til you pick something impractical. Think of it as an indulgence."

You are left to reluctantly marvel at the rows of clutches and handbags. They sit under warm, glowing lights designed to underscore the soft luster of their leather. The kind of brand to hide the price tags, you silently make estimates as you peruse. Just one could pay two month's rent.

A sales associate sidles up when you linger too long near a pinkish-gray, compact handbag. Her voice is low and bubbly, explaining the history of the silhouette and model, the leather and detailing. She shows the optional shoulder strap, threads it over your side, and insists you look in the mirror. Feels funny using a full-body mirror for an accessory, but it does make you like it more. A nicer outfit and you could pass for a real customer.

You meet John's gaze in the reflection. Comfortably settled in one of the shop's armchairs, he smiles languorously and nods.

Before you know it, John offers a shiny metal card to the associate, and you walk out of the store with a four-digit handbag. 

In the car, it's as if nothing happened. John returns to his phone and padfolio, all business, and you sit slightly dumbfounded cradling a shopping bag. Whiplash does not even begin to cover the feeling.

He likes you, has to. Men, no matter how wealthy, do not spend this amount of money on people they do not care for. It is not your experience, at least. The gift is troubling, though. What precisely does it mean? What did drinks mean? What does his requisitioning you from Kyle mean? You've seen this show before, and it never ends well.

When the car pulls onto your street, it is fuel on the fire. Of course, John has access to employee information; you try not to dwell on the fact he shouldn't use it; there are policies against that. Clearly, he is not one for rules.

When Alex opens your door, John is on the phone, looking out his window. You make a split-second decision. You gather your things, murmur a goodbye, and then climb out of the car. Locking eyes with the bodyguard, you take advantage of his friendliness and mirror his warm energy. It works. Distracted, he does not notice the shopping bag left at the foot of your seat.

But John does. He calls your name as you attempt to distance yourself from the car, stopping you in your tracks.

"Forgetting something?"

Flustered and foiled, you retrieve the shopping bag. He smiles amusedly from his seat.

"Email me the notes. See you Monday, love."

~~

"You're hiding something." 

"Jordan, please. I've barely touched my coffee."

"There's got to be more to it," Jordan whispers excitedly over the edge of your desk, ignoring your withering look. 

You do not lift your gaze from the packed, colorful calendar on the screen. "Like I told you over text and FaceTime, that's it. Mr. Price only needed me for notes for a partner meeting. He was impressed by the summary I wrote up for Kyle about Project Intercontinental."

As if summoned, a message pops up on screen. 

kgarrick - online

> Need to speak with you about meeting the technology directors.

What meeting? He's already met with them this quarter. Nevertheless, you stand and smooth your skirt. "Boss man needs me, talk later?"

The other woman huffs. "Yeah, yeah. Talk later."

You slip into Kyle's office and shut the door. "What's this about the tech directors?"

Kyle smiles, but it does not quite reach his eyes. He gestures to the padded lounge chair across his desk. "Please."

Pins and needles. This was not about the directors. 

"O…kay." You sink into the chair, back straight as a board. 

He takes a moment to lean forward on his desk, elbows resting on the surface, one hand rubbing the knuckles of the other. "I understand John took you to meet with Graves."

"Yes, I was under the impression you knew." The fear that Price possibly lied about that instantly surfaces.

"I knew, told him it was fine. I'm curious about your first impression.

So that's it. Kyle wants to know more about the new contractor. You relax a bit and recall the sportive, if not roguish American. "Oh. Well, he is certainly different. I am curious if his company's style will align with ours, given how–"

Kyle raises a hand to stop you, and his smile is almost pained. "No, sorry, I meant John."

Your eyes widen a little in surprise. Crossing your legs, you force your fingers to lace around a knee. "I see. Um, he's...Assertive."

It prompts a snort of laughter, seemingly breaking Kyle's odd nervousness. "Sorry, go on."

Pursing your lips a moment, you tread carefully. "Perhaps 'confident' is the better term," It isn't. It is kinder. "Strategic and intelligent." Strategic in how he basically used you and intelligent but clueless with office equipment. You think to tag on 'generous', but rather not be forced to explain.

Kyle chuckles, and his grin slowly returns to an uncertain curve. "Did he talk to you much?"

Yes and no. Yet, what was the correct response? 'Yes, Kyle, and he admitted to using me as the adult equivalent of a ring of keys to a toddler or monkey to gauge Mr. Graves's attentiveness. Oh, and this was after he described my clothing in detail over the phone to an unknown party. Did I mention the five thousand pound gift back at my flat?' Complete honesty was out of the question.

"He did not ignore me. We had a polite conversation."

"Did he say anything about me? Ask?"

You smirk. "Only that you gave him your blessing."

The spot of levity is lost on him. Your smirk fades.

Kyle almost looks worried. "And he…He didn't…"

Your face heats. What does he know? Does he know about drinks? The message? The handbag? The conversation teeters into minefield territory. You play dumb. Best to let him get out with it. "What?" 

"He didn't ask you to move over to his desk full-time?"

Relief floods your worried nerves, quelling the fretful thing in your chest. You understand now. Kyle doesn't want to lose his assistant. Your smile nearly splits your face. "No, he did not."

The man slumps some and chuckles. "Excellent. Had me worried. I don't think either of us could refuse if he asked, y'know."

That is a discomforting piece of knowledge.

"I still would," You reassure, lean forward, and tap the surface of his desk. "Now. Was that all? I don't know about you, but I've got work to do." 

He shakes his head. "No, but you tell me if he tries to snipe you, yeah?" 

The earnestness throws you, despite how accustomed you've grown to it during your tenure. It makes keeping this thing with Price a secret all the more difficult.

"Of course. Now. Message me when you decide on lunch, dates for the Mexico trip, and what you'd like to give me for my fifth anniversary since I know you've already forgotten."

"Shit. That's–?"

"Next Monday."

"Pick out something nice."

And you will. Just not Moynat nice.

~~

The rest of Monday keeps you hellishly occupied. Your head's above water for the first time in the day, and it's nearly quitting time. Kyle's off at his last appointment, some check-in meeting on tax season preparations, when you power off your desktop. You slip on your coat, pack your bag, and discreetly slip off to the elevators. There's time to beat the evening rush.

The elevator arrives from a higher floor and for a moment, you briefly consider diving out of view. You come face-to-face with Alex and behind him, Mr. Price. Both of their faces shift for different reasons.

"Miss," Alex drawls. 

You give the bodyguard a rigid smile, then glance at your employer. 

"Going down?"

"I can–"

Alex holds the elevator doors open when they try to close, his smile warm and clueless. "C'mon in."

Price speaks when the car starts to descend. "You're not using your new bag."

Your eyes flick to Alex's back then focus on the LED panel indicating the floor. It feels inappropriate to talk about it in front of the other man, despite his presence on the 'errand'. 

"I can't."

"Something wrong with it?"

"Yes, it's too nice."

Price chuckles and Alex's shoulders shudder in a clear attempt to suppress a laugh. 

"I fail to see how that's a problem."

"Mr. Price, while my compensation is fair," You continue carefully, still avoiding looking at him. "It is not within my budget to afford luxury brands. If I turn up to the office with that nice of a bag, all of a sudden, people would talk. And besides, it's my bag, and I decided it is not for work."

You don't miss how he ignores the first part of your answer. "What's it for, then?"

"Socializing."

Do not look at him. Oh, what you would do for the elevator to stop.

"Socializing," He repeats, elongating the word as if it's in a foreign language. "Dates?"

He has to be deliberately trying to get under your skin.

"Yes," A single word. A confirmation and a warning. 

"Go on many of those?" 

Even Alex tenses, back muscles tightening beneath his suit jacket. Your head finally snaps toward Price, who, irritatingly, wears a controlled smile.

"Yes," You answer again and push through the absurd embarrassment. "My fair share."

He hums. "Your anniversary with us is next Monday, yeah?"

The sudden change in topic does not bode well. "Yes, sir." 

"You free Friday?"

The lie is out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. "I have a date this Friday." Whatever this baffling situation is between you, it needs to stop. Should've all the way back at the malfunctioning copier. He does not need to know your 'date' is celebratory drinks with Jordan. You just need him to drop it. 

It's as if the elevator car turns into an icebox. The mirth bleeds from Price's gaze, but his smile remains. "And Saturday?"

There is a tacit warning in his tone. In the slight turn of Alex's head in your periphery. Your mouth dries, and you swallow hard.

"I'm free on Saturday."

The lights come back on in his eyes, and miraculously, the car reaches the lobby. "Wonderful to hear. Pick you up at eight."

Alex steps aside to let you out. 

"Have a good evening, miss," the bodyguard says softly as you pass before hitting the number for your office's floor to head back upstairs.

You meet eyes with Price as the doors close, and a shiver runs down your spine. It's unsettling. You can't tell if it was good or bad.

~~

Thankfully, you do not run into Mr. Price the rest of the week. You take care not to. If Kyle suspects something from your excuses to sit out on meetings, avoiding any whiffs of the CEO, he says nothing. When you leave on Friday to meet Jordan, you take the stairs all the way down to the lobby and claim exercise. She wrinkles her nose at the idea of trekking a half hour away to a pub closer to yours, but after the first two rounds, she forgets her griping. 

And after four rounds, you forget yourself. You slip up.

Giggling, you sip your gin and tonic, poking at the lime wedge. "The bartender reminds me of the place I went to with John–" 

The way Jordan's face lights up makes you try to backpedal, but it's too late. 

Her voice slurs some, part alcohol and part explosive excitement. "Waitwaitwait. John? Like capital 'J' John? Not my John? What place? When? Whatdoyoumean?!"

Through no small amount of lovable torment, she coaxes the story out. It is heavily redacted despite your inebriation, but now she knows. And she is not known for her tight-lippedness.

"Swear on your mother, you won't breathe a word."

"I swear."

"'Cause I'll tell MacTavish you steal–"

"I swear. Now. What are you going to wear for your date?"

Only then does it hit you: you know nothing about this…'date'. If it's anything like the other places you've accompanied him, it's somewhere beyond your wallet and comprehension.

Jordan might as well sit on your shoulder, the devil. "Message him. Ask. Bet it won't matter by the end of the evening."

"Shut it, I'm not gonna message him."

Yet, on the ride home in the taxi, you do. It takes a few tries, with the drunkenness making everything fuzzy and sluggish.

johnprice - invisible

Hi, what should i wear tomorrow?

It's late. You don't expect a reply. The phone nearly launches out of your hand when he swiftly messages back.

> Something nice. I liked the green dress.

The dress from the Christmas party. He remembered. Clearly, it made an impression, given his current fascination. Before you can respond, he messages again.

> Date go poorly?

> Might want to take this to text, love. Don't want to get chewed out for misuse of company resources.

He sends his personal number like it's nothing. Asks about your 'date' like it's nothing. Infuriatingly confusing man. Still, you save his contact information and switch platforms. You swear it's the gin moving your fingers, the liquid puppeteer.

Only texting because I wouldn't want to get you in trouble sir

And my date was wonderful

Were you possessed by a flirtatious spirit between the bar and cab?

> I wouldn't be the one getting into trouble.

Price is fishing for it. You oblige him.

What if I'm the trouble

It takes two, no, three minutes for him to reply. Worrying your lip, you think you've gone and royally fucked yourself now. Pushed the envelope too far, flew too close to the sun, all the turns of phrase. Then those three dots appear. You've really done it now.

> I know just what to do with you. 

[galarix]

Day 7. Fanon OTP(s)

Unsurprisingly, Hagen x Gunther. They've been living in my head rent-free since forever, and this is my literally one true pairing in the NL. The mutual loyalty and the unbreakable bond! The things Hagen is ready to do for Gunther, taking it somewhat too far! The arguments and the tension—the way Gunther relies on Hagen wholeheartedly but somehow cannot help but oppose him every now and then! Despite Gunther's objections being quite logical and based on reasoning, I see him being emotionally compelled to reject Hagen's advice just because from time to time and somewhat annoyed by the fact that Hagen always seems to have a different opinion. I also become a little heartbroken every time I think that Hagen's objections to, or disapproval of Gunther's decisions in the second part of the poem seem to be a blend of both reason and emotion. No textual proof here, just vibes and feels, especially about the line "ir habt iu selben widerseit" ("You have become your own worst enemy"; that's  Whobrey, 2018) in 1458. I thinks that it pains Hagen to see how every time his king gets his way, it somehow becomes his (i.e. Gunther's) undoing. 

And then, of course, there's the power dynamics! We all know what I mean but if you guys feel that it's worth revisiting… ;) I will recycle and elaborate on my old comment on @ivylili's deviantart page. The relationship between Hagen and Gunther is so fascinating because it is somewhat inverted. Gunther, who is formally invested with more power than Hagen, seems to not simply rely on him as a trusty advisor and military leader; it looks like Gunther is developing a kind of dependence specifically on Hagen, and this somehow goes beyond a regular king—vassal relationship. Speaking of Hagen, every time he goes/advises against Gunther's decisions, his actions are rooted in that deep, selfless, unwavering devotion to Burgundy and his king that has nothing to do with blind obedience. "I care about you, and this is exactly why I'm confronting you now." And while I think that this is not quite the way things were in the Waltharius (I imagine their relationship being more professional than personal at that time), I find it remarkable how Waskenstein set a certain pattern for their interaction. Moreover, in the Waltharius, this problem of power dynamics is even more evident than in the NL. Gunther can't make Hagen obey his order to fight until the very end, not even with manipulation/emotional blackmail, and at last he has to not only offer an apology (rightfully so) but also to plead and beg. I believe this whole pleading and begging made Hagen somehow uncomfortable though, whatever the text says about it... Another interesting thing about the Waltharius is Hagen's prophetic dream. IIRC, in the NL, only (future) family members (all of them women, may I add) have dreams like that. Of course it's obvious from the literary perspective that the author would like to keep his cast compact and single out Hagen,  but it's a fascinating detail nevertheless :) 

There's something else I want to say about Hagen's devotion to Gunther. I see a very personal side to it, and just like with Gunther, it's something that goes beyond Hagen's vassal obligations, although I can't quite put it into words. It goes without saying that for Hagen, his king's honor and overall well-being is inseparable with that of Burgundy. While the concept of a king as a literal embodiment of his country seems to be a classic example of medieval mentality (can't provide references here but I'm sure I'm not making this up), with Hagen, it's… something more than that? Okay, this is where I'm departing from the actual text of the NL, it's just something that I have in my head, but hey, it's a question about fanons! So, I feel that over time, Hagen's oath of fealty acquired a deeper dimension. It's like he came to embrace Gunther's entire personality and became devoted to him as a person, however flawed that person might be at times, going beyond loyalty to Gunther's position as his liege and king. I guess I headcanon this as one of the reasons why Hagen always goes beyond what's expected of him. 

Going a little back (just a little, yeah… like 15 years back), I have to point out that I initially started shipping them after watching the Fritz Lang movie, see Day 3 ;)) But despite being heavily influenced by it, I've always been conscious of the fact that the 1924 film is not the same as the epic, and, after carefully rereading the Nibelungenlied over the last two years (not in its entirety but rather many specific snippets of it), I've gradually reevaluated my image of Gunther and consequently, of the Gunther—Hagen dynamic. In Fritz Lang's movie, Gunther seems to be so broken, in need of someone to lean on (also literally in the very end), and therefore more dependant of Hagen, who in turn is being protective bordering on possessive, and insisting on having his way seemingly for the sake of simply having the last word. While the image of 1924!Gunther deeply resonates with me, I realize that the Gunther we see in the NL is a very different person. Of course medieval characters are not constructed the way it's done in modern media, and often we can only speculate about their "inner life", that is, their psychology and the emotions they experience. (Unless we're told specifically that they felt happy, or sad, or angry, but referring to separate emotional experiences is not the same as building a contiouous personality.) So anyway, I feel that in the Nibelungenlied, King Gunther does not perceive himself as broken, or indeed in need of protection; unconditional reliance on Hagen's guidance and seeking his advice is another thing. But I still tend to incorporate some aspects, or some vibes, of their 1924 versions in my headcanons, and the way Gunther relies on Hagen's support reminds me of a relationship between two characters from Das Glasperlenspiel by Hermann Hesse, namely Joseph Knecht and Fritz Tegularius. At some moment, Knecht characterizes Tegularius as "an Kraft, aber nicht an Liebe Schwächeren"; in a way, the same is true for 1924! and LV!Gunther, I think.

Yeah, I'm sooo normal about these two… XD

Oh, and looking at the very start of their relationship, a honorary mention goes out to (one-sided?) Hagen x Walther for Waltharius angst purposes! I don't think I need to elaborate on that one though ;)

[darling-heffron]

A/N: Hello and Welcome! Here is the second instalment of Momento Mori! The next chapter will come next week, so stay tuned!

This chapter introduces my oc; Mars (I hope you guys like her as much I do). Also included is one of the Band of Brothers guys, someone who deserves way more attention than he gets, I only hope I've done him justice!

Who are you readers waiting to see in future chapters?

Until next time, -Sol ☀️

Chapter two: Outbreak

Mars’ POV:

Pressing snooze had to be the most satisfying feeling, knowing the day is void of commitments with the ability to roll over and go back to sleep; that alone is worth more than all the money in the world. 

Marleen Finch smacked that snooze button with vigour; today was a rare gem. No morning classes and a day off from her under-paid part time job as a waitress.

The people she served were some of the rudest, uppity customers she had ever met, working in New York City meant she had to interact with real live New Yorkers. Mars was appalled by the audacity these city dwellers had, but had no choice to suck up to them in the hopes they would leave good tips.

Besides, Mars didn’t want to jeopardise her job, so if it meant smiling while customers berated her or running into the walk-in fridge to cry twice a shift, she did it.

She swallowed her pride daily by cleaning up after purposefully messy patrons and pretending she didn't mind. Mars picked up shifts that none of her coworkers wanted to do with no additional pay because at the end of the day; she didn't want to get fired or have someone mad at her, she’d rather just suck it up and get on with whatever menial hours she was assigned. 

Today, however, Mars was able to do what she pleased, at least until her afternoon class started. With that in mind, Marleen snuggled further into her cosy sheets and screwed her eyes shut. 

The next time her alarm went off the blonde easied out of bed, stretching her arms above her head as she made her way to the bathroom. Her apartment wasn't anything fancy; in fact, it was in a pretty shady area of The Bronx and that was saying something. 

The dull wallpaper peeled in certain places revealing a sickly yellow underneath, parts of the worn down carpet were stained by who knows what and the faucets either leaked or were coated in lime scale, in most cases; both. But it was hers and hers alone. Sure, her parents chipped in with rent and utilities so she wouldn't have to share with some skeevie stranger from the internet, but the rundown, compact apartment was her first place away from home and no matter how broken it was, Mars loved it.

Marleen showered quickly, skipping a hair wash but decided to take her time planning an outfit; she had errands to run and looking cute while still being comfy was essential for the day. Mars decided on a pair of grey shorts, a baggy sage green sweatshirt and simple white lace-up sneakers. The weather was warming up but there was still a slight chill in the air. She tried to flick on the T.V for background noise but the screen remained black. 

‘Must be another power cut.’ She thought to herself, it wasn't an uncommon occurrence but it was still just as inconvenient every time. 

Instead, she began making breakfast in silence, humming to herself to make up for the lack of ambient sounds. 

A high pitched scream broke the young woman from her current task. It wasn’t abnormal to hear distress from the street below, the area she lived in was a low income neighbourhood, filled with struggling students and wanting vagrants. 

However, this scream sounded different. Unearthly, haunting, it chilled her to her bones. 

Mars stood frozen in the kitchen, gazing at the dusty curtains that engulfed her window. Her feet took her towards said window without thinking. She got closer and closer to the curtain, arm reached out to draw the fabric back. 

~ KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK ~

Mars gasped, her outstretched hand curled back towards her body and rested on her chest as she huffed and puffed, getting her breath back after the jumpscare caused by obnoxiously loud banging on her apartment door. 

She almost wanted to laugh at herself, getting frightened because of an everyday occurrence. One measly scream and a few rough knocks shouldn’t have her so worried…. So why was she shaking? Why was she so nervous to step towards the door and answer it? 

Luckily, her place had a peephole. She utilised it, sneaking a look through to the other side of her door. 

A large figure she recognised immediately stood outside, his back facing the entryway as if he was checking behind him. Mars flicked the lock and swung open the door. 

“Denver?” Marleen called out to him tentatively, her voice paired with the opening squeak of her apartment door alerted him, “Are you okay? What are you doing here?” Her words fell of deaf ears, Denver Randleman, her upstairs neighbour was visibly shaken. 

A tough feat as Denver was a well built, muscular man with little to no fears. He and Mars had spoken quite a bit, living in the same building with similar schedules meant they bumped into each other frequently. She knew that he was a kindhearted gentleman who was often mistaken as a boorish brute.

He was sweaty and panting as he stepped past her and into her home. This only concerned her more, he had never behaved like this in the year she had known him. Mars stepped aside and allowed him to close the door behind him, he immediately locked the door and slid the chain on. 

“Marleen.” His serious tone made her eyebrows furrow, she knew him as a happy-go-lucky man who was always smiling ear to ear. 

“Denver?” She responded gingerly.  

“I need you to listen very closely.” The blonde haired man gently placed his hands on her shoulders and lowered himself so he could look directly into her eyes. 

“Denver, what’s going on? You’re freaking me out.” She knew she could trust him but this situation was a little peculiar to say the least. 

“Something is happening. I don’t know what but it’s serious and we need to leave.” It wasn’t much of an explanation but it was all she was going to get. Marleen knew this man, if he was so shaken by whatever was going on, it was probably best to listen to him and go along for the ride. 

“What, now?” Mars attempted to let the words sink in but her surprise at the situation was ever growing. He didn’t answer with words, instead rushing into her kitchen and opened the pantry. 

“We’ll need canned food, bottled water, you got anything like that?” Denver shuffled through some tinned items, checking labels. 

“Oh, I think I have some-“ The young woman began to explain, but cut herself off when she noticed the bulky man curl his arm the contents of an entire shelf and sweep it into the awaiting duffel bag she had only just noticed. 

“Help yourself, I guess.” Mars watched her neighbour scuttle around, opening every cupboard and checking inside before darting to another. She saw him reaching for food items she had bought long ago with the good intention of making home cooked meals but never got round to and tried to stop him, 

“I’m not sure if that’s in-date?” Her attempt to ease the tension was ignored and he tossed it in regardless, “I suppose we’re taking it anyway.” Her comment was quiet, more of a joke to herself as he didn’t seem to be in a listening mood right now. 

“Denver, you need to tell me what’s going on? Why do we have to leave?” That seemed to grab his attention. 

“Just trust me. We have to get out of the city. We’ll go North.” Denver was answering her question yet it seemed like he was talking to himself rather than her, he mumbled his words and continued searching her house for things to pack.

“Out of the city? Um okay? Should I pack clothes or something? How long will we be gone?” Marleen rubbed circles on her temples, she was making mental notes to call into work at some point as well as check in with her family.

If things were really that serious, she’d better get in touch with her folks, see how they were doing. And maybe her boss would understand? She supposed it depended on what kind of emergency this was, but Denver wasn't exactly explaining much to her.  

“Mars, I don’t think you understand…” His actions finally halted all together and he turned fully to take her appearance in; Mars was a short, petite blonde girl who wouldn't survive a day out there, Denver promised himself that he would keep the young lady safe. They were friends after all, which is why his next words felt like he was breaking her heart, a gut punch: 

“We won’t be coming back.” 

———————

Marleen packed practical clothes, a small journal she was yet to start writing in and her personal items: toothpaste and toothbrush, moisturisers, deodorant, hair clips, ties and brush along with a bandanna. 

Unfortunately, Mars never had a knack for camping, so there were things they needed she did not have in her apartment. However, Denver did. Swiss Army knives, ropes, maps of the area, sleeping bags and tents. He had told Mars that they would need to go up a few flights of stairs to his apartment to gather some more things. More useful things. 

Mars hated the idea of lugging her backpack around but she kept that thought to herself, Denver seemed tightly wound today and she was currently occupying herself by trying to get in touch with her family. 

Sounds easy on a typical day, but today, nothing was typical. 

She had been in Denver's apartment before, only once when she had agreed to get his mail and water his plants while he was out of town. It hadn’t changed much. Marleen hardly looked around as she became more engrossed in her phone. Her notifications had gone crazy that morning, almost two hundred…then nothing. She had tried texting, calling, hell she even messaged her sister-in-law on insta, but nothing was working. 

Scrolling through the endless messages got her more and more concerned. The first few were fairly normal, things like - “Have you seen the news this morning?” and “Did you go into work today?” 

After her family realise she's not going to reply, it switched to doom and gloom -  “We are praying for your safety.” and “We love you so much, don’t ever forget that.” 

The woman's eyes began filling with tears, whatever was going on must be pretty serious. Reading her family's texts had made the outlandish situation a reality. Yet somehow, Marleen was still unbelieving. What was even happening? 

Surely it had to be more serious than a flood or tornado but her mind couldn't think of what and Denver wasn't explaining.

No, he was darting around the room, collecting things and mumbling to himself. Not exactly a comforting sight for the distressed girl, so she went back to her phone, absorbing in the last messages she’d ever get to check.

“Marleen? I need you to do something for me, okay?” The country twang evident in his voice, gaining her attention, Mars put down her phone. 

Denver didn't stop his task, he merely directed her to a certain drawer, telling her whatever was inside was important. Marleen did as he asked, the tears dispersed and her mind focused on the new task instead of the possibility of her family's demise. 

It was a long wooden box. Curiosity got the best of her and Mars opened it, peeking inside. 

Cigars.

The all important item Denver desperately needed was a box of cigars? She deadpanned, giving her neighbour a questioning look. He only grinned at her and stepped towards her, taking the box from her hands, whispering a quick ‘thanks’. 

The distraction had been nice (and surely that’s what Denver had been trying to do) but Mars almost instantly went back to doom and gloom.

“Okay. We should head down now.” His voice broke her from her worst case scenario thoughts.

Marleen didn't want to fight it, she didn't want to put up a fuss or make a scene. She just wanted to know if her family was okay. Had whatever was happening here in New York, happened in Illinois? Were her family safe or were they also running around packing for the end of the world? The questions were endless in her head with no answers. 

Her sacred day off to relax and unwind had become so chaotic and overwhelming. She should have been sipping overpriced iced coffee and staring into shop windows, not trying to flee the city while wondering if her family was dead. 

“Marleen!” Her trance was once again broken by Denver, yelling this time like he had been trying to get her attention for awhile. She turned to face him where he stood at the door, bags in hand. 

“We have to go. Now!” His tone was urgent, pushing her to move her feet and follow him out into the hallway. Out of pure instinct, Mars walked to the shiny silver elevator doors and leaned down to press the button before freezing. Her mind was on autopilot, numb and senseless. 

“Powers out.” Denver watched his neighbour, as she stood there, dazed. He pitied her, she had no idea what was going on out there and he didn't have the heart to tell her.

The things he saw had freaked him out and he had seen some things in his years. Mars wasn't like him. She was sweet and innocent and yet to experience the bad parts of life.

At 20 years old she still saw the good in people, in everyone she came across. Her big doe eyes took in the world with naivety and only saw hope and love and everything positive. 

“I know.” She spoke in a small voice, her eyes still focused on the doors like she was waiting to hear the ding. 

Denver moved to take a step towards her, to reach out and tap her shoulder. They needed to get out of the heavily populated city and standing here was wasting time but he knew he would have to be gentle with her, she was still processing and she hadn't even seen the worst of it. 

“We need to go, Mars.”

“Yeah, I know.” 

Carrying backpacks and duffle bags down nine flights of stairs worn Marleen out. She huffed and puffed as Denver led her down the aisles of the parking garage. She didn't typically come down here, her work commute included the subway and the occasional bus. Not to mention, it creeped her out, the ceiling to floor concrete, no windows and flickering fluorescent lights did not give off a welcoming vibe.

“This one.” Denver told her, dropping the bags in his possession next to what Mars assumed was his vehicle.

A white delivery box-truck. 

He jingled the keys out of his pocket and unlocked it. Marleen took that as her cue to put her bags down next to his and watch as he loaded them into the now open trunk.  

With her neighbour occupied, Mars took a second to really look around the carpark. Not another soul in sight, completely empty except for her, Denver and about thirty beat up cars. 

A throaty noise broke her from her scan of the room and her attention was brought to a van a few spots ahead of her. The shadows of another person, now visible to her from the gap underneath. Mars took a tentative step closer, intrigued.

“Hello?” Her voice was so quiet she wasn't sure if the newcomer had heard her, so she took another step, slowly inching nearer. 

A woman stepped out and into Marleen’s view. She immediately noticed the blood running down her face like a stream of red tears, the spatter across the woman’s clothes concerned her deeply. Taking yet another stride towards the injured woman, Mars spoke out.

“Ma’am? Are you okay? Do you need help?” This time she spoke louder than she had previously. The lady in front of her hobbled in her direction, her neck bending at a ninety degree angle giving her an inhuman stance.

“Marleen?” Denver had heard her speaking and come to investigate, Mars turned to face him. He looked past the young blonde, directly at the bloodied lady. Her hands reached up and out, attempting to claw at Marleen while her back was turned. 

“Get in the truck. Now.” He didn’t want to panic Mars but he knew what this strange woman would do if she got to any living person, the tearing, biting, ripping into flesh. Denver’s body involuntarily shivered at the thought. 

“She’s hurt, she needs help.” Marleen looked at her neighbour with pity in her eyes, begging him to allow her to aid the stranger. If only she knew. 

“Marleen,” Denver started out gently, his thought cut short when the rabid woman growled. He watched as Mars tensed and slowly began to turn, curious to what was happening behind her. 

The pair watched in pure horror as the woman contorted her body, bones cracking as she twisted in every direction. 

“Inside. Now.” This time Marleen listened. Scrambling toward the vehicle, right behind Denver. 

The rabid let out a screech the second they started rushing back to the truck and raced after them. Hearing the urgent footsteps and eerie noises from the woman caused Marleen to panic and let out a yelp of her own. The pair split up at the rear of the truck, running down either side and flinging open the doors. 

Marleen slammed her door shut just in time as the sick woman kept running to her. 

It was like she didn’t know that the glass would prevent her from reaching her prey. She acted as if she was possessed, continually smashing her face and body up against the glass, smearing blood and other unidentifiable bodily fluids across the window, all the while letting out ear piercing screams, her voice creaking and crackling.  

Mars’ breath was uneven, her chest heaving, partially from the running and partially the shock of the encounter. 

What is wrong with her? 

The box truck rumbled to life, reversing out of the car park, tires screeching as Denver took off. The ill woman let out a furious roar and took off after them, to no avail as the truck is much faster than a human, if she even was human? 

Sunlight bleared into the vehicle, temporarily blinding Mars. She shaded her eyes, giving them a moment to adjust from the dark garage to the bright street. 

Once she could see again, she wished she couldn’t. 

Marleen’s mouth dropped open in shock. It was pure chaos, people ran through the streets; some human and some not. 

There was blood everywhere she looked, crashed cars strewn across the sidewalks, smashed glass littered the road. 

And the people - They were attacking each other, actually ripping fellow humans apart with their bare hands. 

Marleen couldn’t stop herself from watching and the closer she looked the more she saw. People biting into one another, tearing away at flesh and consuming what they could; as if starved. 

Each possessed person presented aggressive, filled with uncontrollable rage and hunger. Screaming, growling and strange gurgled sounds filled the city the pair of neighbours were now trying to flee. 

Denver knew the backroads of this city well, driving a delivery truck daily had its perks, so he led them through the maze of streets with ease. The closer they got to the outskirts, the quieter it got; less people, less screaming. 

“What is all this?” Marleen finally spoke after strained moments of stunned silence. Her voice was scratchy thanks to the muted crying she was unable to control. Denver sighed loudly, he couldn’t really give her a proper answer, all he knew was whatever this was; it was bad and they needed to get away as quickly as possible. 

“Not a clue, sweetheart.”

A/N: Thank you for reading, I appreciate it so much! (And i know Esra ✨ does too) Feel free to leave a comment to let me know what you thought

-Sol ☀️

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud Across the Multiverse: Mother Russia’s Finest

Zarya would be lying if she said she didn’t have mixed feelings about this current moment and time she was experiencing right now. Standing in some luxury penthouse bedroom in an outfit that quite frankly wouldn’t look out place on a run of the mill hooker working on a street corner. Looking herself over in the mirror,she had to admit it wasn't something she was usually comfy with wearing but she couldn't help but bite her lip sensually as her own reflection. Damn if she felt and looked sexy as all hell and the thought of what she'd be doing in this room in a moments time was making her tingly in all the right places. A surge of anticipation running up along her spine as she felt her cameltoe twitch and pulse, liquid pleasure threatening to flow and run down along her powerful meaty thighs thinking of what was to commence within this room. It was all so surreal, she was the pride of her homeland,a top ranked spec ops agent for dealing with threats terrestrial and extraterrestrial. Yet here she was on behalf of a favour to a co-worker’s wife as her thoughts were broken from hearing footsteps and muffled voices drawing in closer and closer to the door. Doing her best to make herself look sexy as she did a pose like for a pinup photo shoot and flexing for a bodybuilder contest. The door opening to reveal a certain Blonde bombshell and her compact husband entering.

18:trust me babe,this anniversary gift you are just gonna love.*her tone playful,teasing and seductive eeben while sincere,as she guided Krillin to the bedroom of the penthouse suite Bulma so generously rented for them. Taking delight in his expression at what he saw before him,the sight of Zarya,one of his co-workers from the SCPD spec ops division,dressed and done up like a whore.* zarya:*clears her throat as she more or less got into character,that exotic accent of hers adding some sensual spice* Good evening to you,handsome sir. Your lovely wife has brought here to fulfill your every need and desire.*biting her lip sensually at finding herself falling so easily into character,looking him over from hesd to toe* krillin:*jaw dropped,seeing zarya all like this,unable to say anything,leaving him wide open to 18 suddenly undoing his fly as she whipped out his cock for Zarya’s viewing pleasure* zarya:*bites her lip sensually at seeing dick in the naked flesh*oh my,she told me Yiu were very well endowed but this is something else for sure…. 18:she’s all yours handsome,remember no condoms,feel free to ehr romantic and there’s plenty of lube in the drawer if you need it*giving her man a peck kn the cheek as went and parked herself on a couch a few feet away from the bed,crossing her legs as she prepared to enjoy the show set to transpire.*

shaking his head as he got over his shock, Krillin rolled his eyes as he realised that once again, his kinky wife had gone out of his way to get laid with another woman. Well he would be lying if he was asked he’d thought of zarya in such ways and said no. The woman was a phsyical work of art, okay sure there were a lot of guys who said they weren’t into muscular women. But for a guy like Krillin, the amazonian beauty in women like Zarya was Something to behold, the curves and tits and ass of a pornstar combined with the powerful physique of a classical sculpture, as he made his way over to her. Her hooker outfit soon commando as she sensually grinned,blushjng as she peeled off her panties, leaving his five foot frame face level with her smooth, pretty pussy. To which he pressed his fsceace to as he began to kiss her slit, eating her out as zarya threw back her head to moan,clutching that smooth dome of his as her 6 foot 5 muscular form began to quiver and perspire. 18 licking her lips as she knew she was in for a good time,nothing was more erotic than when her man rolled with the momentum and seize initiative. Shamelessly pleasuring herself as she stripped herself naked, looking on as Zarya laid on the bed in the nude with Krillin. The exotic foreign muscle vixen holding him upside down as she suffocated herself on his cock, deepthroating him with abandon as her lips kissed his balls and his abs, neck bulging from his length sand girth while he held her hips in his grasp as he ate and made out with her pussy. Drinking up her nectar as it dazzled his tastebuds on his tongue, and this was just the foreplay.

Zarya:oooooh fuuuuuck me yes yes yes!! Harder!, ahn fuck me zaika!! *calling Krillin her native tonfue’s word for rabbit or or bunny,as she laid on her back on the bed. Moaning wantonly as she held Krillin atop her,his hips bucking and plowing her in the classic missionary position. Her powerful legs wrapped around his compact Herculean body as he mad her become acquainted his sexual prowess first hand. Proving the wet dreams she’d been having of her co-worker had nothing on the real deal.* 18:*licked her lips and sensually bit her lip as she juggled her tits in one hand and plowed a warrior monk dildo into her pussy. This was the sort of encounter where nothing less than just watching her man fuck a woman all day and night until that alpha male clock and those heavy balls were fully drained and emptied with satisfaction. Knowing thst zarya would be left in a sweaty heap in the remains of a bed, her holes overflowing with excess jizz. Falling in love with her man all oer again at seeing the expression on his face. The look o man who tapped into that part of his brain, a caveman who was being countered by a bitch jn heat that desired to bare his seed.*

Zarya of course made sure 18 was getting her figurative money’s worth, so glad she hadn’t had any second thoughts about when the woman approached her,requesting her to be her husband’s “anniversary gift”. One of those quirky,kinky little traditions and surprises she did for him whenever the chance and opportunity presented themselves. The 6 foot 5 Amazon riding him in ro foreard and reverse cowgirl,showing off her thicc,curvy muscular form,posing for his pleasure as she flexed her muscles. Biceps swelling,triceps rippling, as he massaged her mesty abs,hips and thighs. Which made for a delight contrast with her plump,meaty tips and ass jiggling and bouncing, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Drooling as she howled with deep throated moans and gasps, especially when she found herself on her hands and knees as her horny little zaika plowed her like the butch in heat she was reduced to. Eeping in delight when he would smack her ass,leaving the red sting of his palm marks on those meat buns. But of course Krillin was a thorough compact stud whi aimed to not only wreck and stuff the muscular hottie’s womb but also her ass and that dirty mouth of hers. From facefucking her as her head hung off the edge of the bed,tomkayinf soo her prone bone as he jackhammered her glorious ass with erotic intentions. The only orgasms she could meep track and count of being his,the delicious thrill when his dick erupted with his baby batter a sensation her brain didn’t become tire of, as the 6’5” Amazon the 5 foot short king went at it all day,long into the night.

come sunrise,the cries and echoes of their grunts and moans of passion were still going on,the bed was trashed,the scent of sweat and sex in the air. 18 hugging her man from behind,kissing him as she long since cast aside voyeurism to finally join in. Her blue eyes a king delight in seeing zarya pressed up against the wall. His hands grasping her ass as she had powerful arms and megs wrapped around her stud fox short king. Tongue out,drooling as her brain was fucked to the point of briefly stuck in butch jn heat mode,pink hesrts glowing in her eyes as the cyborg knew for certain,once again another fine hot piece of ass had fallen under the Krillin effect. How sweet it is….

[greaseonmymouth]

It is not 7 am anymore but top 5 books read this year? 😄

I have read 44 books so far this year and most of them were very good so I don't know how I'm supposed to pick just 5 :'''D

in reverse chronological order

THE DEATH I GAVE HIM - EM X. LIU

this is an utterly unhinged locked room sci-fi murder mystery retelling of Hamlet in which Horatio is an AI and he and Hamlet have a deeply co-dependent and sexual relationship. This book is exactly the kind of thing tumblr would eat up with a spoon, so tumblr pls get on this. The basic plot is: a deeply depressed and suicidal Hamlet (Hayden) is working on a formula that can make one immortal. He is obsessed with beating death. Then his dad is murdered and the labs go on lockdown and more people die because *gestures* Hamlet is Hamlet even when his name is Hayden, and Horatio the AI does his best to keep Hamlet alive and also be a voice of reason except he's too biased. By happenstance I had read this Hamlet/Faust crossover fic (Hemlock & Wine) before reading this book, and in this fic Hamlet is obsessed with necromancy and Horatio is trying to save him. it set the mood nicely. 

You know how in Hamlet everyone dies and at the end Horatio is the only one alive with Hamlet dead in his arms? What if I told you in this book it's reversed?

WILD AND WICKED THINGS - FRANCESCA MAY

Dark, witchy, historical fantasy - set after WW1 on a fictional island off the Yorkshire coast, very 20s glam with a dark undercurrent. Witchcraft is banned, but Annie is a witch. when her father dies she inherits his house on Crow Island and goes over there to sort that out and rents a house next to what turns out to be a Den of Iniquity, not just because of the lavish parties with illegal (magical) substances but because it's queer. Then follows a dark plot involving a blood debt and necromancy and power hungry men (well, one power hungry man) and fragile old and new relationships and dark secrets and also Annie and Emmeline get accidentally magically bonded to each other (but also are in love/lust with each other) and look, I could not stop reading. 

DRAGONFALL - L.R. LAM

listen I LOVE dragon books and I've read and loved everything L.R. Lam has written so when I heard an epic dragon fantasy was coming? I WAS STOKED. this is the first in I think a trilogy and it ticks all my boxes:

sentient dragons with their own history, language, society, etc

sexy dragons?? i didn't realise i needed sexy dragons until I read Aliette de Bodard's Dominion of the Fallen trilogy or the Invisible Library series by Genevieve Cogman, but hey. SEXY DRAGONS

queernorm world! our second protag Arcady is nonbinary and uses any pronouns, thank u for your service L.R. Lam

very cool world building and magic system 

BETRAYAAAALLL 

I can't wait for book 2

PORTRAIT OF A THIEF - GRACE D. LI

look this post will explain everything. suffice to say: pretentious college students steal priceless art.

THE BEAUTIFUL ONES - SILVIA MORENO-GARCIA

This is a kind of historical romance but it's fantasy and it doesn't follow conventional romance novel structure (I was SO nervous it wouldn't end happily because I didn't know what to expect from the narrative I was being given, but THANK GOD IT DID). it's very fantasy of manners. it makes a lot of pointed commentary about colonialism and colourism. it's absolutely lush. I love this book a lot, it was so engaging and gripping. the characters are allowed to be flawed and assholes and complex and weak and kind - it's very similar to sprawling historical/saga books with a large cast of people with conflicting wants and needs and scheming and tragedy and love and all that, but distilled into a neat compact package focusing on three people. It's not a long book, it's quite a slim volume for what it is, but it's perfectly paced so you don't notice that you're not actually reading a 900 page family saga.

other standalones I read this year that I think are WELL worth reading:

CAMP DAMASCUS - CHUCK TINGLE

YOU MADE A FOOL OF DEATH WITH YOUR BEAUTY - AKWAEKE EMEZI

YELLOWFACE - R.F. KUANG

HONOURABLE MENTIONS GO TO:

two series I read this year that I also absolutely loved

THE SEVEN DEVILS DUOLOGY - ELIZABETH MAY & L.R. LAM

you know this post right?

[image id: post by worflesbian on july 4 saying 'sci fi is when women in tank tops are covered in grease and sweat and are shouting at people and racing against time to save lives' reblogged by leafcrunch on july 13 with a screenshot addition of the tag #half a jumpsuit!!! you forgot half a jumpsuit!!!!']

this is that series. it is rebels in space overthrowing an evil space empire. it's all the worst bits of imperialism and colonialism and patriarchy distilled into one evil empire and all the best bits of firefly and star wars distilled into the rebellion. there are cool scifi science bits. this would be amazing as a two season series by competent tv makers, it's very cinematic in scope, but the characters are what give this life.

THE WINTERNIGHT TRILOGY - KATHERINE ARDEN

this is a family saga of a kind, set in medieval Russia during a time when Russia was being Christianised. I don't know how to explain this series because it's so complex and so rich. There is a main character - Vasya - but other characters also get POV sections. the first book takes quite a while before we even get to Vasya in 'the present' so to speak, this is a trilogy that isn't afraid of taking its time to tell a story. Vasya is a witch who can see/communicate with Russian 'folklore' spirits, these spirits are fading with the coming of Christianity. There is an unhinged priest, the winter king Morozko whom Vasya has an intense relationship with, Vasya's brother (a monk, based on a real person), Vasya's sister (married to the Tsar, a real person), and just...god, I don't know. I loved everything about this trilogy, the way it humanised historical figures, the way it didn't demonise either the folklore spirits (who are allowed to be non-human beings devoid of human morality! so refreshing) or the Christians, but rather conveyed how a time of upheaval like this had to have been very scary and tumultous. an absolute treat.

I did also read the entire Charm of Magpies series by KJ Charles including the spinoffs, which I really enjoyed.

[yourpicasso25]

Huge Fuji progres!

Almost all the lots are in place now. This is going to be a small, compact worls, but with a lot of lots, residential or otherwise.

A farm, the future local TV/radio station...

Future nectary, since I was happy to learn Japan does wine making too (I am watching a lot of documentaries)

The business district, with a TS4 convertion from @aroundthesims because it has kois on the building!

Local beach. Two lots so you will have a Beach and a small boat port to rent a swan or two

Construction site since Japan love to rebuild!

Something I'm not really sure about.... What EA gave us CAW wise is mostly Chinese (sort of). This is why I have si many lots, because we're a bit short on caw usacle stuf.

Speaking of wich, once I'm done with the lot thing, it's time to put on the detais: fish, grain creators an the likes.

An there is one thing I noticed in my Japan wiewing: ALL the power lines ecerywere!!

Impressise.

So I have Sandy convertion tetlepgone poses and Cyclone sue set, but do you gurs know if there are ather electris poles out these?

You realy know you're in Japan once you see thise power loses everywhere.

[ideal-rent-a-car]

Audi Q6 e-tron EV SUV is here

With growing anticipation and palpable excitement, the Ideal Rent a Car Cluj office announces that Audi has finally unveiled its new electric SUV called the Q6 e-tron. This vehicle is a triumph of technological innovation and intelligent design, while embracing a sustainable philosophy and exceptional performance. In an automotive landscape increasingly dominated by electric mobility, the Q6 e-tron stands out as an expression of Audi's commitment to the sustainable future of transport. Strategically positioned between the Q4 and Q8 e-tron models, the Q6 e-tron occupies a central place in the brand's product line, offering a powerful electric alternative to traditional SUVs. In a segment where efficiency and performance meet, this luxury compact crossover establishes itself as a true pioneer, bringing together the latest technological innovations and sophisticated aesthetics.

[newdelhicarrentals]

Rent a car in new delhi

Introduction

New Delhi, the bustling capital of India, is a city that never sleeps. Its vibrant streets, rich history, and modern charm offer a unique blend of experiences. Renting a car can be a convenient way to navigate this expansive city, giving you the flexibility to visit landmarks, explore hidden gems, and travel comfortably. In this guide, we’ll walk you through everything you need to know to make your car rental experience in New Delhi as smooth as possible.

Why Rent a Car in New Delhi?

Renting a car in New Delhi opens up a world of possibilities. Here's why you might consider it:

1. Flexibility and Convenience

Public transport in New Delhi can be crowded and sometimes unreliable. Renting a car allows you to move freely, follow your own schedule, and visit off-the-beaten-path destinations that are not easily accessible by public transit.

2. Comfort and Privacy

A rented car provides a comfortable and private space, especially beneficial in a city known for its bustling streets and heavy traffic. You can enjoy the ride in a climate-controlled environment, perfect for escaping the heat or cold.

3. Cost-Effective for Groups

For groups or families, renting a car can be more economical than purchasing multiple tickets for public transportation or hailing taxis repeatedly.

Types of Car Rentals Available

When renting a car in New Delhi, you'll find a variety of options to suit different needs and budgets:

Economy and Compact Cars

Ideal for solo travelers or couples, these cars are cost-effective and fuel-efficient. They are easy to maneuver in busy city traffic and offer great value for money.

Luxury and Premium Vehicles

If you're looking to travel in style, luxury cars provide an elegant driving experience. Whether it's a business trip or a special occasion, premium vehicles like BMWs or Audis can add a touch of sophistication to your journey.

SUVs and 4x4s

For those planning to explore beyond the city or navigate rougher terrains, SUVs and 4x4s are a great choice. They offer ample space and power, making them suitable for more adventurous travels.

How to Choose the Right Car Rental Company

Selecting a reliable car rental company is crucial for a smooth rental experience. Here’s what to consider:

Reputation and Reviews

Look for companies with a good reputation and positive customer reviews. Online platforms like Google and TripAdvisor can provide insights into other customers' experiences.

Pricing and Hidden Costs

Compare prices across different rental companies, but be wary of hidden costs such as extra insurance fees, taxes, or mileage charges. Ensure you understand the total cost before booking.

Customer Service and Support

Choose a company known for excellent customer service. Responsive support can make a significant difference if any issues arise during your rental period.

Understanding Rental Agreements

Before signing any contract, make sure you understand the terms and conditions:

Rental Terms and Conditions

Read through the rental agreement carefully. Pay attention to the terms related to vehicle use, mileage limits, and any penalties for late returns.

Insurance Options

Most rental companies offer insurance options, including collision damage waiver (CDW) and theft protection. Ensure you know what is covered and consider purchasing additional coverage if necessary.

Fuel Policies

Understand the fuel policy of the rental company. Some require you to return the car with a full tank, while others may offer a prepaid fuel option.

Booking Your Car

Booking your rental car involves a few key steps:

Online Booking vs. In-Person Rental

Booking online is often more convenient and allows you to compare prices easily. However, if you prefer a more personal touch, visiting a rental office in person is also an option.

Required Documentation

You’ll need a valid driver’s license, a credit card, and sometimes an international driving permit (IDP) if your license is not in English. Check the requirements with your chosen rental company.

Payment Methods

Most rental companies accept major credit cards. Ensure you have a card that meets the rental company’s requirements for security deposits and payments.

Driving in New Delhi

Driving in New Delhi can be a unique experience. Here’s what to keep in mind:

Traffic Conditions

Expect heavy traffic, especially during rush hours. Plan your routes and allow extra time for travel.

Road Rules and Regulations

Familiarize yourself with local driving laws. New Delhi follows Indian traffic rules, which might differ from those in your home country.

Parking Tips

Parking can be challenging in busy areas. Look for designated parking spots and be cautious of local parking regulations to avoid fines.

Popular Destinations to Explore

Renting a car allows you to explore both well-known and lesser-known spots:

Historical Sites

Visit iconic landmarks like the Red Fort, Qutub Minar, and Humayun’s Tomb to immerse yourself in Delhi’s rich history.

Modern Attractions

Explore modern attractions such as Connaught Place, India Gate, and the Lotus Temple for a taste of contemporary Delhi.

Shopping and Dining

Discover vibrant markets like Chandni Chowk and modern malls such as DLF Mall of India. Enjoy diverse dining options ranging from street food to fine dining.

Safety and Precautions

Safety is paramount when driving in a new city. Here’s how to stay safe:

Personal Safety

Keep your belongings secure and be aware of your surroundings. Avoid traveling alone late at night in unfamiliar areas.

Vehicle Safety

Inspect the car before accepting it and ensure all necessary documents and emergency equipment are in place. Report any issues to the rental company immediately.

Returning the Car

When it’s time to return your rental car:

Inspection Process

The car will be inspected for any damage or issues. Ensure you return it in the same condition as when you picked it up.

Final Payment and Deposits

Check for any additional charges or final payments. Ensure you get a receipt for the return and any deposits paid.

Conclusion

Renting a car in New Delhi offers unparalleled flexibility and comfort, making your exploration of this bustling city a breeze. By choosing the right rental company, understanding rental agreements, and being aware of local driving conditions, you can ensure a smooth and enjoyable experience. Whether you’re in Delhi for business or pleasure, having your own vehicle allows you to explore the city on your terms.

FAQs

1. Do I need an International Driving Permit (IDP) to rent a car in New Delhi?

An IDP is not mandatory if your driver’s license is in English. However, it is recommended to carry one to avoid any potential issues.

2. What is the typical cost of renting a car in New Delhi?

The cost varies based on the type of car, rental duration, and additional services. On average, economy cars start around ₹1,500 per day.

3. Can I rent a car without a credit card?

Most rental companies require a credit card for security deposits and payments. Some may accept debit cards but check with the company beforehand.

4. Are there any restrictions on where I can drive the rental car?

Rental agreements usually include restrictions on driving outside city limits or into certain areas. Check the terms of your rental agreement for specifics.

5. What should I do if I have an accident while driving a rental car?

Immediately contact local authorities and your rental company. Follow their instructions for reporting the accident and handling any insurance claims.

[shitty-check-please-aus]

situation: 

I do not own a car. There is no good other form of transportation from Chicago to Indianapolis for a wedding I am attending next month. I have to rent a car. 

When I was a teenager/living with my parents, I drove SUVs because we lived in the middle of nowhere and genuinely needed the extra power to deal with snow-covered hills. Because of this, I don’t feel super comfortable driving normal cars, since they feel really close to the ground. I’ve driven normal cars, but there’s a level of discomfort and anxiety there. 

An SUV will be $11 more per day than a compact at the car rental place I’m going with. Because I’m using this for 4 days, that’s like $40 which isn’t crazy but it is extra money. 

I should just go for the SUV, right? I’m going to have to deal with nightmare highway systems around two cities, I should drive something I’m comfortable with, right?

[honourablejester]

Call of Cthulhu Character Concept: 1920s Funeral Home Dreamer

Because I just really wanted to try making a CoC investigator. I’m not sure what I intended to make initially, but browsing the occupations list gave me ‘undertaker’, and then I decided to roll for characteristics initially (I later added points on so the total would equal 460, as if for point buy), and that gave me a starting Appearance of 20, which is just above ‘ugly, possibly disfigured due to injury or at birth’, which gave me a bit of a starting seed. Then I was browsing the period names suggestion list, and saw ‘Asenath’, which I’d never heard before, and looked that up. And it’s a biblical name, but an Egyptian figure, so the name means ‘dedicated to the goddess Neith’. Which, in a Cthulhu setting, was … interesting.

So. Asenath Webber, a 34 year old assistant at her family’s funeral home in Arkham, Massachusetts, who has a troubled relationship with her brother since he permanently scarred her with embalming chemicals in an ‘accident’ as kids, and whose beloved uncle helped foster her education and interest in literature, history, and just a bit of the occult. Heh.

Call of Cthulhu Character Concept: Asenath Webber

Name: Asenath Webber

Occupation: Embalmer’s Assistant/Hearse Driver (Undertaker)

Age: 34

Gender: Female

Birthplace/Place of Residence: Arkham, Massachusetts.

Characteristics:

Strength 50, Constitution 80, Dexterity 60, Intelligence 50, Size 50, Power 70, Appearance 20, Education 80

(I initially rolled, then brought them up to total 460 as if for point buy (my original rolled total was 435), but the initial rolls are why her appearance is in the toilet. I could have brought that up, but I figured let’s roll with it)

Hit Points: 13

Magic Points: 14

Luck: 55

Sanity: 65

Move: 8

Skills Above Base:

Brawl 35%, Drive Auto 60%, Dodge 30%, First Aid 35%, History 65%, Intimidate 50%, Language (Own, English) 80%, Language (Other, Ancient Egyptian) 11%, Library Use 50%, Occult 65%, Psychology 40%, Science (Biology) 45%, Science (Chemistry) 51%, Spot Hidden 50%

Credit Rating: 20

Wealth: Average, Spending Level $10, Cash $40 ($10 on her, $30 glove box of the hearse), Assets $1000 (rented apartment ($10/wk rent), used car ($300), refrigerator ($49))

I did look up 1920s hearses to see if there was any option for the hearse to be the part of the family business she owned, but hearses are very expensive, so not a chance. She probably does have access to it, if she wants to alienate her family altogether, but I decided she’d have her own, used but in good condition, 1920 Chevvy Coupe that she keeps at Jo’s so the family don’t know about it. She keeps it mostly for the promise that when things with her brother finally degrade past saving, she can just bug out in her own car, and then the world will be her oyster.

Personal Description: A short, compact woman with bland features once you get past the shiny, twisted burn scar on her face. She smells faintly of chemicals, and tends to be faintly off-putting at the best of times. She’s usually found in driver’s coveralls or men’s clothing, which her family tolerate because she’s generally just not seen, at least not attached to the business.

Ideology & Beliefs: There are forces at work in the world, both evil and spiritual. When you work with the dead, you realise quickly that the body is a frail, useless, damaged thing. There must be more, a breath of some vaster thing, that makes us what we are.

Significant People: Eldridge Webber, her brother, with whom she has a tense relationship, to put it mildly. Edridge is the ‘& Son’ of the Webber & Son funeral home, and will inherit it once their father dies, and has made no bones about the fact that he’ll cut her loose to survive on her own once that happens. He’s also the cause of the scarring on her face, an ‘accident’ when he was 12 and she was 8, and he’d dared her to venture into the embalming room with him. She firmly believes that if her father wasn’t as traditional and had even once considered allowing a female to inherit the business, her brother would have arranged for a much more permanent ‘accident’ for her. Eldridge focuses on the business and glad-handing clients side of the funeral home, while their father still does most of the embalming, so she’s mostly given odd jobs such as driving the hearse and assisting their father in the embalming rooms. She’s almost fine with the knowledge that as soon as the business belongs to her brother, she’ll be out on her ear.

Barnabas Webber, her uncle, who taught her and sponsored her interests despite the ire from the rest of her family. He’s the one who taught her to drive, and the one who sponsored her education so she could get her English and History degree. Now that he’s dead, relations between her and the rest of her family have cooled significantly, not that they were good to start with. He used to be the second Webber in ‘Webber, Webber & Son’, but when he died, Josiah Webber, her father, simply removed that part of the name.

Josephine Razner, a friend from college and fellow spiritualist who shares Asenath’s fascination with history and the occult. Despite Asenath’s generally off-putting demeanour, Jo was delighted by her unusual name, and Asenath’s knowledge of its origins, and they hit it off. Jo is constantly encouraging her to leave the family business altogether and strike out on her own before Eldridge forces the issue for her, but Asenath still feels that would be disloyal to the family as a whole.

Roland Bleeker, a shady sort who has dealings with her brother, and who Asenath is 90% certain is a criminal of some stripe. Both he and Eldridge have attempted several times to get Asenath to do ‘deliveries’ in the hearse that are outside of business hours, and she’s refused them, which has done her relationship with Eldridge no favours either.

Meaningful Locations: Webber & Sons Funeral Home, Arkham. The center around which her world has revolved for almost her entire life, the cause of her worst scars, and the link to her most beloved person, her deceased Uncle Barnabas.

Secondarily, Miskatonic University, the site of some of the happiest times of her life, and the place she met Jo.

Treasured Possessions: A small illustrated copy of Lord Dunsany’s ‘Gods of Pegana’, with a handwritten note on the inside cover from Uncle Barnabas: ‘Dream all the things, dear one. Never stop. Uncle B.’ *(Key Backstory Connection)

Traits: Loyal. Not a lot of people are kind to Asenath, so she will move heaven and earth for the ones that are. She loved Uncle Barnabas with her entire body and soul, and she probably would kill people (or at least find some way to make bodies vanish) for Jo. She’s also stubborn and inclined to stick to her guns in general.

Injuries & Scars: Old chemical burn scars on her right cheek and jaw, deforming her mouth slightly, from an ‘accident’ as a child with the embalming chemicals.

History: From nearly the moment she was born, Asenath Webber’s life has been tied up in the family business, the prosperous Webber & Son funeral home. A dreamy, bookish, stubborn child, she wasn’t popular with most of her family, save only her mother (until her untimely death when Asenath was four) and her Uncle Barnabas, who she utterly adored and has missed terribly these last seven years since his death. After a childhood incident involving her brother left her with permanent scars from chemical burns on her face, she was shunted into the background of family life, away from the public. As a teenager, she had started training as an embalmer, at her father’s side, but her uncle managed to secure a college education for her at Miskatonic University, arguing that it would only enhance the family’s reputation to be able to send her. After her brother, of course, who studied accounting and finance, as befit the heir to the business. Asenath had other interests, however, and a fanciful streak, so her studies were in literature and history. Her own name, and lifelong experience with death, bodies, and the spirituality around them, had also inclined her to more … esoteric studies, and through these she met her dear friend Josephine Razner.

Once she had her degree, however, duty demanded that she return to the funeral home and put her back into the family business. She couldn’t be publicly seen, of course, she was off-putting and inclined to scare off clients, but she found roles as assistant embalmer and, through her talent with automobiles, driver of the funeral home’s hearse. After the death of her uncle, however, and her increasingly strained relationship with her brother as their father gets frailer and the time of his inheritance gets palpably closer, Asenath is looking more and more for a way out before she’s thrown out.

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find the words tag!

thank you to the lovely @chauceryfairytales for tagging me <3 as always, these are all translated from pt/br > english, and from the BIRTHPLACE series! hope you enjoy :)

the way nalkita’s brain works is fascinating to me i’m sorry

BAG SUITCASE: kit struggles. (this one is actually an excerpt from the fic that started all of this!!!! :D idk if it’ll be found anywhere in the current draft.. i feel like it doesn’t have a place there. we’ll see)

The suitcase she sits on top of her bed carries exactly three casual T-shirts, three pairs of jeans, some underwear, a couple of other random items. (How weird it is, she thinks, to compact your whole life like this. Save all you own and be able to carry it around. Such an odd feeling.)

SLOWLY: from book 2 “roots in infertile soil”! dramatic bitch (non-derogatory <3)

Kit is as human as the size of her desire and this tremendous, nameless grief. She is strong as the blood that escapes her through a fingertip sliced into by a kitchen knife. Something that breaks through every barrier of skin slowly, shyly, almost. Little dark red droplets making themselves known with time. Poor-blood that slickers the hand and refuses to leave after it dries.

WINDOW: living inside a matchbox w/ jo (still no name-dropping)

The room unit she shares with her sister is one of the smallest ones available for rent and has no windows. There would be no beautiful landscape to look at, but the real reason is its location, too close to the central reactors and the scorching hot power plants. Truthfully, a window wouldn’t make any difference. Nalkita’s summer is everlasting, persistent, blazes through her every article of clothing, crawls inside the body like a vermin.

THORN FLOWER: for something less serious / heavy than kit’s internal monologue T—T ! sorryyy

“Ah, Kit!” Dia runs up to her, kisses both of her cheeks like a madman. Their lips are stained red with wine and they smell like it, too. Nalkita admires them for their drinking habits, honestly. It’s barely eleven. The roar of the crowd dies down and both of them leave the Cage, Concordia insisting on his compliments, drunk on expensive wine and the joy of seeing Kit win again. “I’ll mail you a bouquet of Gaia’s prettiest flowers! Let’s celebrate, eh?”

this is everything i have for now :3c writing has been hard these days hhhh but these games are always so much fun to participate in!!

tagging every writer friend who would like to join! i’d love to hear more about your writing/wips/projects!!! :D your words are heaven, garden, wound & mercy!

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Chestnut Stud Across Multiverse: Azeroth Metrion Zint-HOLY FUCK!!

It’d started simple enough for one Rachel Roth,or as friends took calling her, Raven,or Rae affectionately. Her and her friend Kori, aka Starfire or Star most referred to her, had come to Satan City to attend the university there. Of course the lodgements on offer were insane when it came to their prices,especially the rent but Star ever the optimist, thought it was a sign when they came across a flier offering room and board. Which had brought them on the doorstep of some blonde bombshell by the name of 18 who despite her cold looking demeanour was actually pretty chill. Kori of course simply adored their cute little angel Marron while Raven was perplexed and puzzled by 18’s choice of and taste in men when meeting the woman’s husband. A runt of a guy by the name of Krillin who apparently worked a police officer, which the goth girl found as bizarre as this whole relationship. At first anyway but it’s not like she was complaining plus the rent was decent, the place was cozy,their rooms had a good view and the distance to their campus was literal walking range. Besides it’s not like she wanted to debate Star and risk her flashing her those big emerald green puppy eyes of hers, so of course the matter was settled and the decision was made to stay.

it wasn’t too long before she and her exotic bestie found themselves settling well into a comfy enough routine. Breakfast, lunch and dinner always went down, especially when Krillin made it, proving he was quite the decent chef all things considered. 18 of course mauve been an adult woman but Raven found they shared a similar vibe wavelength and outlook on life. Her empathic abilities of course couldn’t help but pick up the absolute aura of love and romance between husband and wife coming off of Krillin and 18, it was rsther sweet in a way,reminded of the feelings of joy and confidence Star had come out of her like heat from a campfire. It made the goth babe rsther envious in a way but of course she had a feeling her empathy would bite her right in her thicc juicy ass. Lo and behold one fateful late night when it did, as she woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, careful not to disturb her roomie, when right as she was about to return to her bed, she paused in the middle of the hallway. Not because of a sound she’d heard but rather Somethjng she had sensed, felt it like how a gazelle picks up the sensation of a predator lying in wait as it stalked them, ready to pounce. The sensation of raw,primal passion and lust, coursing through her nerves as she found herself drawn towards it. Following the source like a trail of breadcrumbs to the bedroom door of Krillin and 18, unable to help herself as she stopped and looked through the opening, the door not closed completely and let out a silent gasp at what she was witnessing.

There was their landlords, both naked and going at it like horny animals, the blonde bombshell’s luscious lips letting loose with deep throated moans and cries of ectasy and sexual bliss. Her upper torso hanging off the edge of the bed,tits bouncing as her husband,his Herculean compact frame on display,flexed his muscles as he held her by the waist. Pumping and thrusting away into ehr snatch,the sound of skin slapping,nectar soaked penetration audible to the goth’s ears. Blushing as she’d cursed her psychic powers or causing her to become an unintentional voyeur, yet in awe and unable to look away, the raw passion and lust before her unlike anything she’d ever seen or felt before. The odd couple outting porn stars to shame and Raven could swear in her mother’s grave, she’d never watched or read porn before. She knew of it,certainly but this was unlike it in such ways she couldn’t begin to describe. Her hands acting of their own accord as she began to touch herself, groping her tits under her tanktop and teasing her camel toe thriugh her silky thong. Feeling her nectar flow snd run down along her thighs,silent pants and gasps escaping her lips as she watched husband and wife mate like animals in human skin, going through a veritable kama sutra of positions. Violet eyes widening at seeing the surreal length and girth of his cock. Who knew that five footer of a man was so well endowed? As she watched him bring his wife to the leak of climax,over and over again, silently cumming together with them as she fingered herself to the limit, shaking her head as she scrambled back to the room. Aghast at what she’d done and yet not feeling emote or regret. Had it been her imagination or did it seem like 18 would look her way, shooting her a wink and a smile? Like she knew she’d been there? To say Raven ha a sleepless night was an understatement but then did she get a shocker in the morning as she helped 18 with the breakfast dishes in the kitchen, soon as they were alone.

18:-w-Enjoy the show last night? Raven:>\\\\<*shicked,she knew if she’d been drinking anything,she’d be going a spittake but found herself unable to reply or make a snarky retort* 18:-w-oh don’t worry,I won’t tell,it’s always good to know someone like you sees me and my man going at it.*sh said so matter of fsct lay,a hint of seduction in her tone as she moved to stand behind the big tittied,bootylicious goth girl,arms snaking around her waist as she caressed her stomach* Raven:*gasps as 18 bit and licked her ear,those hands teasing toeards the easiest and of her jeans and her the lining of her shirt. Making her squirm as her treacherous body reacted with sensations of arousal.* 18:-w-All I ask in return is,do yourself and me a favour. Do more than watch,I want you to have a taste of my Krillin. Fuck him,much as Yiu ant,anywhere and anytime you want. Even when I’m in the same room or not,I want details. I want to see him ruin you for other men. So be a good little goth slut snd don’t keep You or me waiting hmm?*finishing her remark by blowing air into her ear, making her moan as she pried herself off of Raven. Leaving the goth a confused,horny mess as they picked up where they left off with the dishes, neither Krillin or Kori none the wiser*

To say Raven had been a sensual mess since then was an understatement. Not helping when her brain decided to be as treacherous as the rest of her bidy and subject her to intense wet dreams. Sexual visions of Krillin and her going at it like wild beasts, suffocating her with intense facefucks,plowing her with jackhammering anal and of course,the rush of her womb being flooded with his white,hot thick cream. Not helping was when the weekend came and she and star were invited to come along a little family outing to the beach, the goth beauty knowing 18 was settting her up in a way that would ensure Raven acted on sexual impulse and do the deed with her short king husband. She was a sly one,that was for sure, not helping that Star went and got her a new bathing suit to show, as she stood there pouting and blushing adorably,her slate grey sexy self on display in a simpe, skintight black one piece swimsuit, which made a great compliment to Kori’s own white two piece bikini and a rsther simple domino pattered outfit 18 herself weas wearing. A pleasant tingle running along her spine at seeing Krillin’s reactions to them, feeling flattered yet trying to remind herself the guy was married. To a wife who was encouraging her to have sex with him. The goth babe cursing herself as she felt her thighs becoming soaked with the slickness and warmth of her arousal. Suffice to say it was mission impossible to get through ths day at th beach and not have anything happen. But of course along came Murphy’s law like the bitch it was.

it had been innocent enough,18 and Kori were busy laying and making sandcastles with Marron as Raven sat under the shade of the parasol, reading a book to distract her from her libido. When 18 caught her attention asking her to bring Krillin’s towel to him a he’d gone to use the washing showers but forget to bring it with him. Raven figured it’d be innocent enough as she nodded and picked up the towel, making her way to the shower cubicles. All but one of them were unoccupied, figuring that was the one Krillin was in by the sounds of runnin water and the steam pouring out. Making ehr way over and pulling the curtain open, assuming he was decent and in his swimshorts, only for him and herself to look at one another with wide eyes of shock and surprise to find thst no,he eas in fact naked. His cock in full frontal view as Raven stammered and stuttered an apology, somehow winding up in a struggle over a tug of war for thr towel she came to provide him with, as they wound up stumbling and falling onto the floor. Raven finding herself landing and laying stop the compact fellow,her lips pressed to his as she felt her swimsuit clad mound press against his crotch. Blushing as he became erect,his shaft hotdogging itself between her camel roe and the buns of her juicy,bubbly ass. It was in the instance of that moment Raven felt a switch in her brain. Grabbing his head as she deepened the kiss, moaning as she gave into the heat of passion.

Raven knew she wasn’t normally so sexually impulsive or,prone to moving her libido’s erotic drum. But right here and now,she didn’t care for anything else but his short king of a stallion making her into a woman. Tits bouncing free from her swimsuit,the crotch portion moved aside as she ounces on Krillin’s cock,sitting n his lap Indian style as he pumped and thrust into her warm, wet snatch. Idly kissing each other as he squeezed and massaged her ass, eyes looking into one another as if trying to deepen a mental connection of erotic,tantric intimacy. She wasn’t sure how much time ahd lassed, quite frankly she couldn’t care less who would see or hear them right now, pausing in the midst of their rutting as they both noticed they weren’t alone. Glancing to the side to see Star standing by the shower door frame,green eyes wide and glued to them. One hand down the front of her swimsuit thong to indicate she was clearly fingering herself, biting her lip sensually as she groped and squeezed a tit with her free hand, not only liking what she saw but seeming to want to join in on the fun.

Join in she most certainly did,as as she and Raven were both naked,the shoerr water raining down on them and the lucky short king,who sat Indian style on the ground as the exotic college girl pair gave him a double team blowjob. Licking and sucking on his cock together, making out with it between their luscious lips as his groans were music to their ears. Raven had thought finding herself impulsively getting pornographic with Krillin was surreal enough but Star joining in? Well she’d be lying if she said she didn’t think she was the type or that she hadn’t thought of her sexually now and then. All that mattered was riding the momentum of pleasure that was coming down on them like a tidal wave as they gave into their desires and cast aside their inhibitions. Raven soon finding herself taking it doggy style, tits swaying as she howled and moaned, gasping when Krillin woild smack her goth ass in between jackhammering her with his godly cock. All the while Kori hugged him from behind, making out with him as they shared a sloppy kiss,hands caressing his Herculean physique with awe and tenderness before she found herself atop Krillin riding him in reverse cowgirl. Giving him a fine view of her toned sexy backside, ass jiggling as she bounced atop his cock while Raven laid beside their runt of an adonis, making out with him as he fingered her slit. The bestie duo shifting between one on onn to two on one,often one sitting in his face for him to eat out her oussy while the other rode on his cock,clasping hands together as they made out. It’d felt like hours passed before they’d finally finished and let the shower, clean and back in their swimwear as 18 shot Star and her a sly smile, making the goth babe blush as it was clear she knew what they’d done and more than approved.

It was after that little beachside shower encounter that Raven had found her and star’s co-Ed domestic life took a whole new erotic turn. Each and every chance they got,together or individually woild see them have sex with Krillin whenever they could. Sometimes it’d be something simple like Star going under the kitchen table to give him A blowjob or Raven would join him in meditation sessions which naturallt devolved into hot,sexy tantric yoga as the goth found herself addicted to this sex god in compact passage. O the times her or Star would invite themselves into a bath or shower if 18 wasn’t around. But oh whenever 18 got involved? The woman was a beast,often bringing the duo over to hers and krillin’s bedroom or bring themselves over to Star and Raven’s room to collect the “other part” of their rent. Or on occasion she’d see him by himself or have of them keep him company in bed. Either way not a moment ever went by they didn’t get naked,sweaty,deliciously sore and sticky with juices,it’s a wonder they weren’t pregnant. Yet anyway as 18 made it clear eben long after they graduated and moved out, they’d always be considered family and more than welcome in 18’s lewd antics. After all when you’d been with a man like hers, it wasn addiction ona dick you’d be crazy to think you could break off like a bad habit.

It a protest Raven had een thinking about,as she and Star relaxed in their be, idly enjoying some snacks and quality time together. When their door opened, there stood their stud runt landlord, a relaxed caring smile on his face while 18 leaned on the doorframe. A sensual expression in her fsce as she began to undo her top,hinting snd signalling it was time for their “rent payment”. Star grinning excitedly and Raven blushjng yet smiling softly as Krillin made his way over to them. Taking his shirt off as Star moved to undo his pants whole Raven kissed him,moaning as he groped her body,so very intimately well acquainted with her at this point. Raven had never planned for a part of her college life to play out like some real life porno fantasy but quite frankly, did it really matter when it felt so good? Damn right.

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10 Ton Pickup Trucks

For all  heavy and challenging moves our 10 ton pickup trucks are the ideal solution. These trucks can handle Big and bulky cargo with ease. At HH Movers Dubai offers 10 ton pickup truck for rent in Dubai for moving furniture and warehouses in Dubai, catering to business requiring substantial hauling. Our experienced team in Dubai pickup moving ensures efficient transportation of goods ranging from small items to large scale equipment. Whether one has to deal with the moving of large-scale equipment or prepare for a major delivery, the 10 ton pickup trucks provided by HH Movers will no doubt ensure unmatched reliability and strength for your needs.