#gently touch the gas and you accelerate

[clonerightsagenda]

Obtained a rental car and I am terrified. I'm inching through residential streets 5-10 miles under the speed limit like my vehicle is made of glass. Everyone else on the road wants to kill me

[horoscope1078]

:D

Gavi had done many difficult things in his life. He had faced aggressive defenders, played under pressure in front of thousands, and even survived a scolding from Xavi. But none of that compared to the challenge he was currently facing, teaching you how to drive.

“Alright.” Gavi said, sitting in the passenger seat of his car with his arms crossed. “Are you ready?”

You nodded enthusiastically. “Totally!”

He squinted at you. “Are you sure? Because driving is serious. You can’t just press random buttons and hope for the best.”

You rolled your eyes. “I know that, Pablo.”

“Do you, though?” he muttered under his breath before straightening up. “Ok, first step. Adjust your seat and mirrors.”

You reached for the rearview mirror and turned it. “Like this?”

Gavi blinked. “Did you just... did you just move the mirror so you can see yourself?”

“Well, yea. I need to make sure I look ok while driving.”

He groaned, already regretting his life choices. “The mirror is for seeing the road, not admiring yourself like it’s selfie mode.”

“Relax, Mr. Serious.” you teased, fixing the mirror.

Gavi took a deep breath. “Ok, now put your hands on the wheel. Both hands. Properly.”

You lazily placed your hands on the wheel in a way that made him nearly combust. “Not like you’re holding a baguette! Ten and two, like this!” He grabbed your hands and adjusted them himself, muttering something about no respect for the art of driving.

You bit back a smile. “You’re very passionate about this.”

“Of course I am! I take things seriously.” he said, puffing his chest out.

You rolled your eyes. “Alright, what’s next, driving instructor?”

“Now, put your foot on the brake and shift to drive.” Gavi instructed.

You did. Or at least, you tried to.

“Pablo… the stick thing won’t move.”

“Because your foot isn’t on the brake.” he deadpanned.

“Ohh...” you said, nodding like you had just discovered gravity.

Gavi smacked his forehead. “This is going to be a long day.”

After finally getting the car into gear, you pressed down on the accelerator. The car lurched forward, sending Gavi’s soul flying out of his body.

“TOO FAST! TOO FAST! BRAKE, BRAKE, BRAKE!” he shouted, gripping the door handle for dear life.

You slammed on the brakes, and Gavi nearly flew through the windshield. He took a shaky breath, staring ahead like he had seen his life flash before his eyes. “Are you… trying to kill me?”

You giggled. “Sorry, I got excited.”

“Excited? THIS ISN’T A GO-KART!” Gavi placed a hand on his chest. “You need to start slow. Like, gentle. Like you’re caressing a baby’s cheek. Not like you’re launching a rocket.”

“Ok, ok, got it.” you said, biting your lip to stop from laughing at how dramatic he was being.

You tried again. This time, you pressed the gas pedal gently, and the car moved at a reasonable speed. Gavi let out a sigh of relief.

“There we go. That’s more like it.” he muttered.

You drove in silence for a moment before you spoke again. “Hey, Pablo?”

“Hm?”

“What does this button do?”

Before he could stop you, you pressed a random button on the dashboard. BEEP BEEP! The car’s emergency lights started flashing, the windshield wipers went crazy, and the radio blasted a dramatic Spanish love song.

Gavi nearly jumped out of his seat. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING BUTTONS?”

“I was curious!” you defended, frantically trying to turn everything off.

“Curiosity is how people die, cariño.” he groaned, pressing the buttons himself to fix the chaos. “DO NOT touch anything unless I tell you to.”

“Fine, fine.” you said, holding up your hands. “No more buttons.”

After a while, Gavi calmed down enough to let you drive a little faster.

“You’re doing alright now.” he admitted.

“See? I’m a natural.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” he mumbled. “Turn right up ahead.”

You nodded, signalling for the turn. But instead of slowing down, you sped up.

Gavi’s eyes widened. “BRAKE! BRAKE BEFORE THE TURN!”

“Oops...” you gasped, slamming the brake at the last second. The car made the turn, but it was anything but smooth.

Gavi clutched his seatbelt, his entire body tense. “This is worse than playing against Real Madrid.” he muttered under his breath.

You gave him an innocent smile. “You’re being so dramatic.”

“I AM NOT DRAMATIC!” he barked, before realising how loud he was. He took a deep breath. “Ok. Maybe a little.”

You kept driving, and you actually started improving. Gavi was just beginning to relax when...

“PABLO, THERE’S A DOG!”

You slammed the brakes so suddenly that Gavi practically flew into the dashboard.

“AY DIOS MÍO, WHAT NOW?” he cried.

You pointed to the side of the road. A small dog was standing there, wagging its tail.

“IT’S NOT EVEN ON THE ROAD!” Gavi yelled.

“But what if it was? Better safe than sorry!”

Gavi let out a groan of despair, dragging his hands down his face. “I swear, this is taking years off my life.”

After what felt like an eternity, you finally made it back to where you started. You parked the car after Gavi had to correct you three times, and turned to him with a big smile.

“So? How did I do?” you asked excitedly.

Gavi just stared at you, his hair messier than usual from all the stress. “I need therapy.”

You burst out laughing. “Oh, come on! I wasn’t that bad.”

“You were terrible.” he said, shaking his head. “I deserve a trophy for surviving this lesson.”

You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Gracias, mi instructor guapo.”

His ears turned red, and suddenly, all his frustration vanished. He cleared his throat, looking away. “Well… you still suck at driving, but at least you have good taste.”

You giggled, squeezing his hand. “So, same time next week?”

Gavi’s face went pale. “Next week? Oh no, I’m never doing this again. Ever.”

You just laughed, knowing full well that he totally will.

[sadhours]

Penance (Sequel to Bully) - 1/3

Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

A/n: something happened and this came out of me.

contents: 18+ minors dni, smut, Catholicism, religious kink, religious trauma, idolizing billy like he’s god, oral (f and m receiving), road head, choking, p in v, unprotected sex, swallowing heheh

word count: 3.9k

A cool night in late October, suns been down for hours. Rubber burns on the asphalt as that midnight blue Camaro rips down your street. You can hear it as soon as he turns down Chardonnay Way six blocks up. Rushing out into your front yard, Billy pulls up and leans against the center console so he can push the passenger door open for you. With an excited squeal, you jump inside and he peels away before you can even close the door.

“Angel,” he purrs, that devilish smirk you’ve fallen in lust with spreading across his lips and you feel that all too familiar heat rising up your thighs.

No matter the routine, you get insufferably excited at sneaking out with him. Being as now you don’t go to the same school and you’re absolutely forbidden from seeing him. St. Augusten is a good school and all, but it’s a little brutal being around only girls all the time. Not to mention, all you can think about is Billy. All day you fantasize about him. Which is totally sinful, if the sisters could read your mind you’re sure they’d expel you or worse, exorcize you. It’s really not your fault, since he took your virginity you’ve been insatiable.

“Hi,” you pant before placing your hand on his thigh and leaning over to kiss his jaw. “Been thinking about you all day.”

Billy hums intrigued, his breath hitched when he replies, “You little nymph.”

Smoothing your hand up his thigh, you place a handful of kisses against his jaw until your hand cups the particular piece of him you’ve been thinking about nonstop. You squeeze gently, groaning excitedly as you feel it start to get stiff. Billy exhales sharply, pressing on the gas a little harder. You observe as his hands tighten around the wheel as you push against his bulge some more. His hips roll just slightly, barely noticeable but you’re learning how to pick up on his tells. You’re actually a bit obsessive, analyzing your interactions once you’re back home in bed. Remembering every sound and move he makes, and what you do that has him making them.

“Can’t help myself,” you tease, squeezing his cock through his tight jeans and lick against his jaw, “You made me like this.”

“Fuck,” he groans, lips parting as his tongue comes out to swipe against his lower lip. “Keep talking.”

“You corrupted me,” you tell him with a whine, unbuttoning his jeans slowly, “You touched me and now all I can think about is all the nasty things I wanna do to you. All day, during school, I couldn’t stop thinking about how I need to have your cock in my mouth.”

He gasps, foot heavy on the accelerator as you unzip his jeans and pull his achingly hard cock out. You lick against his jaw again, squeezing the base of him.

“Today's lesson was Avoiding Evil and Doing Good,” you tell him matter of factly before lowering your voice, “And I had to keep squeezing my thighs together because I was thinking about you fucking my face.”

“Jesus Christ,” he tilts his head back just slightly as he rolls his hips again, keeping his eyes on the road. “Bet you’d let me bend you over your desk and fuck you in front of everyone.”

“I would,” you agree, beginning to pump him in your hand, “I’d let you fuck me anywhere.”

“Such a slut,” he groans, “Be a good girl and swallow down my cock.”

You bite your lip as you smile, leaning down between his legs and licking at his tip. Swirling your tongue around the pink tip and gathering all the precum bubbling out of his slit, you languidly stroke his shaft in your palm. The weight of him makes you giddy, makes your whole body tingle in anticipation. Wrapping your lips around him, you peek up to get a look at his face. He’s still got his eyes on the road but his mouth is open from the pleasure. So you swallow him down as far you can take him, smiling around his cock as he elicits a gravelly moan. Lowering a hand to his sack, you breathe through your nose and begin to bob up and down on him. Suddenly, you feel his hand knotting in your hair and you pray there’s no sharp turns coming up. Maybe you shouldn’t be praying to God with this man’s cock in your mouth, but you’ve decided it’s gonna be better to beg for forgiveness later. And well, God made Billy so he has to understand. Right?

Momma tells you Billy is from the devil, put here to tempt you into a salacious and satanic life. But really, in these moments, you feel closer to God than you ever have. Billy makes you feel like you’re floating up and up and up, close to heaven. Maybe it is a false prophet thing but you’re too far gone to really care. It feels too good.

You gag as his tip reaches the back of your throat and you pull back, making sure your hand circles around the base.

“So good,” you say, muffled around his cock, blinking up at him.

“Didn’t anyone teach you not to talk with your mouthful?” he grins, glancing down at you briefly.

“Sorry,” you apologize, mouth still stuffed with his cock and he gives you a tug of your hair. You quickly swallow him down some more to shut yourself up, closing your eyes tightly as you hollow out your cheeks. He pumps his hips up, holding you still with his hand and you can’t help but gag, squirming in your seat because this is exactly what you were thinking about while Sister Agnes droned on and on about what Evil’s to stay away from. She’d really dislike Billy, if she’d seen him, if she’d seen the things he did to you.

“Fuck,” Billy whines, “Gonna cum, angel.”

You double down, sucking hard as you take him as deep as you can. Hand on his thigh, squeezing it while you try not to choke. His hips lift off the seat, flooring the gas as he shoots down your throat. You swallow as much as you can before pulling off. He lets off the gas, chest heaving as he puts both hands back on the wheel. As you catch your breath, you help get his softening cock back in his pants and button them back up.

Billy drives to a familiar spot, parks in the meadow and pulls you onto his lap. He puts his seat back as far as it’ll go and grabs onto your face, dragging your lips to his. It’s filthy the way he licks into your mouth, makes your mind go numb as you grind against him, placing your hands on his broad shoulders. You’ve come a long way since your first kiss but he still manages to make you melt from a simple kiss. You swore you were gonna explode the first time and now, it just makes you antsy to get his mouth on other parts of you. His hands move down your back and then he grabs firmly on your hips, swirling his tongue against yours. It’s heady, impure and so sinful. Your momma would be furious, seeing the way you give into the demonic pleasures. You’re putty in Billy’s hands though, especially when they move to the globes of your ass and he squeezes, pulling you closer. Nipples poke through your school shirt, skirt pooled where you sit on Billy’s lap. He told you how much your uniform turned him on one day and now, you keep it on whenever you see him. The way he groped you when you wore it made it obvious enough but when he mumbled in your ear how sexy you looked while he was fucking you confirmed it.

“God, I love you in this uniform,” he mumbles against your open mouth and you laugh back in his.

“I was just thinking about that,” you tell him.

“Yeah,” he tilts his head while he beams up at you, “That why you wear it every time I see you?”

You nod, biting your lip and unbuttoning the top of your blouse to expose the rosary underneath. His fingers grab the beads and wrap them around his digits, using the leverage to pull you into another heated kiss. Billy growls into this one, using the hand still on your ass to ground you against him. He’s hard again, his strained erection rubbing against your pantie-clad heat and it makes you dizzy, grabbing his shoulders tighter while you try to keep up with the sloppy kiss. The way he reacts to you makes you feel like you're rising out of your body, astral projecting up and up. Perhaps what your mother says is true, because Billy has you under some kind of weird spell. You imagine this is what drugs feel like. At least, it aligns with all the things you hear about drugs and in the same vein, satanism. And Billy really kind of encapsulates that. The music, the fast car and the dangerous way he makes your clothes fall off.

“Need you,” you gasp against his tongue, pulling his shirt up by the collar.

He chuckles lowly, tugging on your rosary as he rolls his hips up, “All yours.”

“Mine,” you confirm as you pull his shirt over his head and connect your lips again immediately after, hands purchasing all over the golden contours of his muscled chest. His skin is hot to the touch, warms your entire body but very, very intensely between your thighs.

“How much repenting are you gonna have to do tonight?” he inquires against your desperate mouth.

You slide your fingers up into his mess of curls, tugging on them as you furrow your brows, “Not enough.”

“You love being my little sinner,” he snarks, wrapping the beads around his fist and pulls harder. The tightening of it chokes you just slightly and in the most delicious way, makes your head feel even more spacey as you grind down against him. “What would your parents say if they saw you right now? So desperate to have me ruin you…”

“Billy,” you whine, voice hoarse with the pressure of the beads against your throat, “They’d have me exorcized.”

“Yeah?” he mumbles, lips meeting the center of your throat. His breath is hot and his words vibrate against your neck, “You possessed by my cock?”

It’s so wrong but it’s cynically true. He’s got you wrapped around that entity in his pants. You’d beg for it, you’d commit any sinful, pathetic act to have it. No matter how wicked. Maybe you are possessed but you really don’t care. You need him, completely at will for this man. Billy could ask you to do the most nefarious things and you’re in deep, you have to. You’re addicted to him.

“Maybe,” you huff out, face contorting as you grind your clothed cunt against him, desperately trying to relieve the pressure building up between your legs. “Need it so bad it hurts.”

He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, tilting his head and frowning condescendingly, “Poor baby. You’d do anything for it.”

“Anything,” you confirm with a frantic nod.

“Stay still. Don’t move,” he instructs and your hips come to a stop, but your face must show your frustration because he tsks and says, “You said you’d do anything. Be a good girl for me.”

You nod, making sure to pout your lips. He laughs, low and guttural as he lets go of the rosary. He slowly unbuttons your blouse the rest of the way, displaying your tits to him. He purses his lips, “The good catholic girl didn’t wear a bra to school?”

You did, but you took it off before Billy picked you up. He doesn’t need to know that so you shake your head, trying to convey innocence as you stare at him wide eyed. His fingertips dance across our pert nipple, but he told uoi to stay still so you don’t arch your back like you really want to, you don’t moan out like you need to. You just blink at him. He smirks, circling his thumb against the stiff nub and tells you, “I can just imagine you, sitting at your desk, playing with your nipples over your shirt while you think about me. Impure thoughts, about me defiling you..”

You gasp as he pinches it, looking up at you with dark eyes, “What would Sister Agnes say if she saw me do this?”

He grabs your jaw, holds your mouth open and spits into your eager mouth. You hum as you close your lips and swallow, then dart your tongue out to lick up what didn’t land in your mouth. The filthy action has your cunt pulsing and you can’t help but rock your hips against him.

“And what would she say about how much you fucking like it?” He groans, moving his hand around to spank you. “God, you’re such a filthy little slut. I’ve done a good job, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod, arching your back, “I’m your filthy slut.”

“Mhm,” he purrs, “all mine. Think you deserve to have my cock?”

“Please,” you beg, clenching around nothing as you pathetically bounce in his lap. “Need it so bad it hurts.”

Billy exhales, “Fuck, you drive me crazy. I need it too. Wanna taste you.”

You flush, cheeks swell with your flattered smile as you dip your head into the crook of his neck. He laughs, the sound sparking even more desire through your body as he rubs the small of your back.

“So shy,” he notes and turns to kiss your temple, “Let’s get into the back, yeah?”

You don’t hesitate, carefully lifting yourself from his lap before climbing back into the seat behind, laying on your back as you watch him eagerly follow. He settles between your legs, hand on the back of your thigh as he kisses you hungrily. You kiss back with fervor, though you want nothing more than his mouth between your thighs. Your clit aches with it, kissing him deep and messy. He grinds against you, jerking his hips as he growls against your mouth. He pulls back finally and kisses against your sore throat, grabbing your tit in his palm and squeezes as he licks your neck. He bites the skin and begins to suck and you let him for a beat before your better judgment clouds through.

“No marks where someone can see,” you remind him and he groans in frustration.

“Wanna mark you up so bad,” he complains, squeezing your tit again, “Want everyone to see what I do to you.”

You whine, rolling your hips up at him because fuck, you really want that too. Can’t help but imagine what the girls at school would say about you and what kind of trouble you’d get into but you’d be on severe lockdown and you cannot go long without seeing Billy so you pull on his hair and tell him, “I know… but I need you. I can’t deal with another month without seeing you. It’s too hard.”

“I know, baby,” he says against your skin, “Fucking went insane last time…”

You did too. It was so unbearable. And all you had was a Polaroid of Billy in a crop top. You’d been successful in coming to the photo but it was nothing like the real thing and you need his touch like you need air. “You can leave marks below the neck, anywhere no one will see.”

Billy pouts but his mouth descends, “Like here?”

His lips drag against your cleavage and you bite your lip, “Yeah…”

Teeth, pearly white ones, clasp around your nipple and you cry out, arching your back. He soothes the pain immediately, swirling his tongue around the stiff bud and you melt, the sensation shooting down to where you’re making a mess of your panties. And he’s got that quirk on his lips, smirk tugging the corners of them and Lord, forgive you, he’s the idol you admire most. At this point, you’re made in Billy’s image, not God’s. And you live to please him. He returns the favor better than the lord ever could.

His tongue broadly licks between your tits, down your stomach and he stops where your skirt rests on your waist. But he pulls it up, resting it on your tummy while his fingers hook into the waistband of your white panties. He bites onto the pale pink bow adorned at the center and starts peeling them down your thighs. You aide, pulling your legs up so he can get them off your ankles. He spreads your thighs and squeezes them in his grasp, eyes trained on your glistening cunt.

“So wet,” he purrs, dragging the pad of his fingertip through your slit, gathering the slick before sucking it into his mouth. He looks at you expectantly and the ritual begins.

Your fingers grasp your rosary and close your eyes as you whisper out the sacrament, “Lord, forgive me…”

Once the words leave your lips, his eager mouth meets your cunt and then you continue in a moan, “For I have sinned.”

He drags his tongues through your folds and you tug on your rosary, your own tongue heavy in your mouth. Billy’s mouth is sinful, so sinful as you continue, “my last confession was… four days ago…” a gasp, “for… premarital.. fuck—“

Billy laughs, breath tickling your folds but he keeps licking your pussy, fingers digging into your thighs.

“For premarital sex…” you whine, rolling your hips up against Billy’s face. “And I’m doing it again. I-I… god…”

His tongue lowers down to your entrance and he prods it so tenderly, makes your whole body shake as you confess, “I’m committing sin against my own body… again.”

Billy hums as he pulls back, rubbing his fingers against your whole as he begins his part, “God, the father of mercies, through the resurrection of his Son has reconciled the world to Himself…” two digits slip into your eager hole, squelching with the motion as he keeps on, “and sent the Holy Spirit among us for forgiveness of sins…” Billy curls his fingers up, hitting that oh so tender spot deep inside, a moan spills from you. It’s loud, echos on your ears and makes your chest heave. Billy continues, “through the ministry of the Church may God give you pardon and peace, and I absolve you,” he bends his head down and licks against your clit, pulling another moan from you. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”

Once he’s finished, he gets his mouth back on you completely, sucking and licking against your clit almost feverishly. You have to fulfill your rest of the sacrament, spill out a prayer and this feels so blasphemous but so fucking hot. And you know Billy was also raised catholic by his necklace he always wears but you’re still always impressed by his perfect recital… every time.

“Fucking… Billy!” you cry out, pulling on his hair and he looks at you with almost judgmental eyes.

“Are you repenting or what?” he asks, raising an eyebrow before getting back to work on your cunt, hot mouth on your sensitive pussy.

“Oh my god,” you moan, arching your back, “I am… heartily sorry! Fuck….”

“You’re gonna have to repeat this whole confession again, the way you’re talking,” Billy notes, slowing the thrust of his fingers, “Behave. I don’t need to remind you, you’re talking to God.”

“I’m heartily sorry for having…” you gasp as he curls his fingers up, brushing against that beautiful spongy bit inside of you. You have to start over, “O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee…” he licks around your clit and you gasp out, “and I detest all my sins because I dread the loss of Heaven and the pains of Hell.” Maybe hells not so bad if Billy’s down there with you. He feels like heaven on earth as it is. Yet, this feels like an actual confession, but better, “But, most of all, because they have offended Thee, my God, Who art all good, and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve, with the help of Thy Grace, to confess my sins, to do penance, and to amend my life. Amen.”

When you get through it, he pulls his fingers out and looks at you lustily, “Your penance is cumming on my cock.”

He sits upright and pushes his jeans down, exposing his throbbing cock to you. You nod, hands grabbing your own chest as you eagerly await your penance. He pressed his tip against your hole, plunging in quickly and grabbing onto your rosary in his fist. The beads press against your windpipe as he pounds his cock in and out of you in quick succession. It’s glorious. It’s heaven; right here in the crowded backseat of the Camoro and for a beat, you believe you’re getting fucked by God. At least, Billy’s just as pretty as you imagined him.

Even if his face looks extremely animalic, teeth exposed in a snarl as he snaps his hips roughly against you. The swollen head of his cock hits your g-spot every time and the lack of oxygen from how tightly he’s grabbing the rosary helps your orgasm culminate. Billy’s the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen in your life and you cannot fathom a life without this. Without him. He grunts, sounds as animalistic as he looks while he drills his cock into you with reckless abandon.

“Billy!” you cry out, body seizing from the overwhelming sensation. You’ve thought about how maybe the way your body reacts to him as similarly to demonic possession but you’ve seen people speaking in tongues, coming from God and you think that’s what billy’s doing to you.

“Come on, baby,” he seethes, tugging on the rosary, “Show God just how sorry you are.”

Billy rocks his body into yours, lowering his mouth to yours. He attacks your lips with his own, biting and sucking on your lips as he quickens his pace. The way he’s thrusting into you rocks your body, eyes rolling in the back of your head as he easily pulls your orgasm out of you. The pleasure is white hot, causing a scream to rip out of your throat while you thrash against him, coating his cock in the fruits of your pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” he coos, stroking his thumb against your cheek, “That’s a good girl, cum for me.”

You yelp, scratching down his back while the waves of pure, blissful pleasure rush through you. “Ah! Billy!!! Yes!!!”

He pumps his hips quickly, grabbing onto your hips tightly, no doubt leaving bruises in his wake as he fucks you brutally. There’s a sharp sensation deep in you, makes you spout ecstasy riddled cries as he drags out your orgasm. He waits until you relax, the tenseness disappears and he pulls his dick out, inches up your body and presses the tip of his cock against your lips. You wrap them around the head and suck as hard as you can, swallowing his load for the second time that night.

“Such a good little sinner,” he heaves, combing his fingers through your hair and it’s… amazing. His words make you feel so naughty in the best way. God loves sinners but Billy loves them more.

[aphroditeslover11]

the jealous oppie fic is def going to win the poll but you should still write him teaching the reader how to drive another time that idea is so cute!!! i adore your writing

Driving Lessons

This was very fun to write, I'm a horrendous driver and there is nothing like the fear of stalling in the middle of a busy road! Sorry that this is so short, but I hope we were thinking along the same lines.

As always, based on fictional Cillian Murphy Oppenheimer, if you don't want to read it you don't have to.

Oppie teaching you to drive would certainly be an interesting experience. His own terrible driving was legend, especially among his friends who had all experienced his habit of cornering at seventy, driving at break-neck-speed purely for the thrill of it and making them all fear for their lives. When he found out that you had never learnt to drive though he was insistent that it would be him who taught you, he thought that it would be something fun that you could do together at the weekend. Boy did he have no idea what he was in for!

Though Robert did have an old Buick that he drove around the base, he decided to steal one of the army Jeeps, making sure that he found the most battered one possible so that any accidents wouldn’t have too many implications. He started off by heading into the desert, him driving and getting you to watch what he was doing, explaining it as he went.

“I’m going to change gear, we’re only quite slow so I’m just going to go up from second into third. I’m taking my right foot off the accelerator, putting my left foot on the clutch and moving the stick right and straight up. Make sure you take your foot off the clutch before putting it back on the gas or all hell will break loose!” He carried on doing this until he got to a straight stretch, turning off the engine.

“Right, I’ll give you a go,” he said, getting out of the driver’s side, coming around to your door as you shuffled across into the seat he had just left. “Don’t worry, there’s nothing to crash into out here.” 

All he asked you to do the first time that you took to the wheel was drive in a straight line and move from first into second gear, within moments you had managed to stall the damn thing, sending you into a fit of panic. You just sat there, ridiculous things about having broken the engine going around your head. Robert was quick to figure out what you had done wrong though. Gently encouraging you to start again. After a few tries you eventually figured out the gear change and he decided that your clutch control was good enough to try your hand at some steering. He set you off in second gear to drive around a sizeable boulder in the middle of the open area. 

“You don’t need to panic, you can’t do any damage to anything out here, you just need to take your time and hold your nerve.” He was forced to eat those words when you panicked, completely mis-steering and careering off into the huge rock. He had tried to dive across you to grab the steering wheel, but it was too late and he ended up trying to shield you from the impact instead. You were both startled, taking a moment to breath before Robert immediately turned to you, making sure that you weren’t injured.

“Maybe that was enough for today,” he suggested, trying not to touch any nerves or appear as condescending - he knew that you would be absolutely furious with yourself. “We’ll try again tomorrow maybe, I think you probably need a rest though after that.” You let him take back the driver’s seat, putting the banged up Jeep into reverse and leaving the scene of the crime.

[inkwingart]

Finally got my car back from the shop and i am so happy to have it back bc the rental was one of the most poorly designed pieces of machinery i have ever had the displeasure of using.

Friend, the volume buttons marked (+) and (-), when pressed, did not, as you might reasonably assume, raise and lower the volume—they muted it.

The buttons on the key fob were tiny and nearly flush with the surface so you could barely tell the lock and unlock buttons apart by touch, and there was no practical reason for this!! The fob was like, 1.5” by 2” but only a quarter inch thick and they put the buttons on the side instead of doing the reasonable thing and putting the buttons on one of the faces.

There was no PHYSICAL KEY. God forbid the fob runs out of battery because the door has no physical lock access!

The tuning function for the radio was in a separate menu from the radio selection menu. Yes. A menu. Not a button or dial function. And once you got into the menu, you couldn’t turn the dial to tune up or down, you had to select the up or down menu options and button press them.

The swerve/blindspot detection system were tied together so you couldn’t turn off the assisted driving without also turning of the blind spot indicators.

If you turned on the engine without already being buckled in it would immediately start beeping incessantly without any kind of grace period.

The windshield and visor were designed in such away that if you’re shorter than 5’6” you might as well not bother trying to use the visor because it will not block the sun within 2 hours after sunrise or before sunset.

It was ostensibly a mini SUV, which i did not want but they had no other cars available, but it might as well have been a sedan because the back row seats had about as much legroom as my Corolla.

I shit you not the only things I liked about that car was the cupholders and back windshield wiper.

You could not come to a full stop or accelerate out of a full stop without the car lurching, no matter how gently you ease into it.

Did i mention it’s a mini SUV? But the gas tank is the same size as a Corolla, but the mileage is worse? But my Corolla is a 2019 and the rental is much newer?

God forbid my car gets totalled in the near future, but if I have to buy a new car in the next five years it sure as fuck is not going to be a Mazda.

[rishabhbossblog]

Unveiling the Road to Romance: The Best 70 Car Pick Up Lines

Introduction:

In the world of dating, a well-crafted pick-up line can be the key to breaking the ice and making a lasting impression. For automotive enthusiasts or those who simply appreciate a good ride, incorporating car-themed pick-up lines adds a touch of creativity and humor to the art of wooing. Join us on a journey down the highway of love as we unveil the best 81 car pick-up lines, perfect for revving up your romantic engines. Whether you're cruising for love or parked at the intersection of romance, these Car Pick Up Lines are sure to steer you in the right direction.

"Are you a parking ticket? Because you've got 'Fine' written all over you."

"Is your name Google? Because you've got everything I've been searching for in a ride."

"Do you believe in love at first drive, or should I cruise by again?"

"Are you a rearview mirror? Because every time I look at you, I see my future."

"Is your name Wi-fi? Because I'm really feeling a connection."

"If beauty were time, you'd be an eternity of open roads."

"Are you a red light? Because every time you stop, I can't help but stare."

"Are you an exhaust system? Because you've got me all revved up."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Lamborghini – fast, sleek, and turning heads wherever you go."

"Do you have a map? I keep getting lost in your eyes."

"Is your name Tesla? Because you've electrified my heart."

"Are you a convertible? Because with you, every day feels like a top-down kind of day."

"Do you have a sunroof? Because I'm aiming for the stars when I'm with you."

"If you were a car, you'd be a classic – timeless and always in style."

"Are you a hybrid? Because you're a perfect mix of beauty and brains."

"Is this the Autobahn? Because with you, there are no speed limits."

"Do you believe in destiny? Because I think our paths were meant to cross."

"Are you a turbocharger? Because you just boosted my heart rate."

"If you were a key, you'd unlock my heart."

"Are you a GPS? Because I can't imagine my journey without you."

"Do you have airbags? Because you just stole my breath away."

"Is your name Ferrari? Because you're a work of art."

"If you were a gas pedal, I'd step on you gently to avoid accelerating too fast."

"Are you a check engine light? Because every time you're around, my heart races."

"Do you have a spare heart? Because you just took my breath away."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Rolls Royce – elegant, classy, and one of a kind."

"Is this a toll booth? Because you've got me paying attention."

"Are you a transmission? Because you're shifting my emotions into high gear."

"Do you have a sunshade? Because you're blocking out all the other lights in the room."

"If you were a fuel gauge, you'd always be on full – filling my life with joy."

"Are you a parking lot? Because I can't seem to find anyone else like you."

"Is your name Mustang? Because you've got the horsepower to accelerate my heart."

"Do you have a favorite car? Because you just became mine."

"If you were a gear stick, I'd always want to be in drive with you."

"Are you a convertible? Because every time I'm with you, the top comes down."

"Is your name Ford? Because you've built a legacy in my heart."

"Do you have a rearview camera? Because I can't stop looking back at you."

"If you were a road, I'd choose the scenic route every time."

"Are you a classic car? Because you're timeless and always in demand."

"Is your name Bentley? Because you're a luxury I never knew I needed."

"Do you have a trunk? Because I want to store all my love for you."

"If you were a GPS, I'd follow your directions anywhere."

"Are you a mechanic? Because you just fixed the engine of my heart."

"Is your name Mercedes? Because you're the epitome of sophistication."

"Do you have a sunroof? Because you light up my world."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Porsche – sleek, fast, and a thrill to be around."

"Are you a speed bump? Because every time I'm around you, I slow down to enjoy the moment."

"Is your name Camaro? Because you've got the curves that make my heart race."

"Do you have a spare tire? Because you've got everything I've been looking for."

"If you were a car, you'd be a convertible – always ready for an adventure."

"Are you a transmission fluid? Because I can't imagine my life without you."

"Is your name GPS? Because I'd be lost without you."

"Do you have a sunshade? Because you're the light in my life."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Tesla – electrifying and changing the game."

"Are you a parking spot? Because I've been searching for you my whole life."

"Is your name Jaguar? Because you're the epitome of elegance and power."

"Do you have a favorite car brand? Because you just became mine."

"If you were a car, you'd be a pickup truck – reliable, strong, and always there when I need you."

"Are you a fuel pump? Because you're the energy that keeps me going."

"Is your name Range Rover? Because you've got the capability to go the distance."

"Do you have a favorite road? Because I want to travel through life with you."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Maserati – exotic, rare, and absolutely stunning."

"Are you a gear shift? Because I want to be in drive with you forever."

"Is your name Bugatti? Because you're a masterpiece of speed and beauty."

"Do you have a sunroof? Because you brighten up even the gloomiest days."

"If you were a car, you'd be a Corvette – sleek, powerful, and a true classic."

"Are you a parking attendant? Because you've got the keys to my heart."

"Is your name Alfa Romeo? Because you've got the perfect balance of style and performance."

"Do you have a favorite car color? Because I want to paint my world with your love."

"If you were a car, you'd be a BMW – classy, sophisticated, and always in style."

[rentnhop]

Maintenance Checklist for Rented Bikes in Delhi

Let me get this straight, Getting a bike on rent in Delhi is a great way to get around Delhi and see the sights. Zooming past cars stuck in traffic is thrilling! However, as a renter, you want to make sure you're getting a bike on rent in Delhi that's in good working order. Nothing spoils a ride around India's capital like a flat tire or sputtering engine.

Luckily, there are some simple things you can check before taking off on your rental bike. Follow this maintenance checklist, and your rented wheels will be road-ready.

Do a Walk-around Inspection

Give the bike a quick once-over before riding. Check for any noticeable damage, like cracks or missing pieces. Make sure the tires look fully inflated with no bald spots showing. Spin each wheel to ensure they turn smoothly.

Also, look for leaks under the engine and around the fuel tank. You don't want to end up stranded on the side of the road with gas dripping onto the pavement.

Check the Brakes

Safe brakes are a must for Delhi's chaotic streets. Sit on the bike and pump the front and rear brake levers to make sure they feel firm. The levers shouldn't have too much give or go all the way to the handlebars.

Also listen for squeaking, which can indicate that the brake pads need replacement. And check that each brake fully engages its wheel when squeezed.

Inspect the Chain

A loose or rusty chain can cut your ride short. Squat down and examine the chain on both sides. It should be snug with no sagging between gears. Spin the pedals backward while observing the chain. It should run smoothly over the gears without jumping.

Lift the chain off the front sprocket and let it drop. It should immediately snap back into place. If it droops, the chain is too loose. Also, wipe the chain with a rag to check for dirt buildup or rust.

Check Gear and Throttle Response

Make sure the rental bike's gears shift properly before you need them on the road. While straddling the bike, shift through all the gears with the engine off. The gear lever or pedal should move easily between each gear position.

Also, check that the throttle snaps back to the idle position when released. A "sticky" throttle that stays partially engaged could lead to a runaway bike once the engine starts.

Look Over the Tires

It's amazing how many renters take off without even glancing at the tires! But properly inflated tires are essential for controlling and preventing flats. Use a gauge to check the air pressure in each tire and add more if needed. The proper PSI will be printed on the tire's sidewalls.

Inspect the tread depth too, especially on the rear tire which handles acceleration and braking forces. Run a coin across the tread grooves. If you can see the top of Lincoln's head, the tires are too worn and need replacement.

Check the Lights

Headlights and brake lights are required by law in India. So hop on the bike on rent in Delhi and flip the headlight switch to make sure the high and low beams work. Apply the front brake and have someone behind you confirm the taillight comes on. Check turn signals too by switching the signal lever left and right.

Confirm Horn and Mirrors

Honk the horn to check that it works. This vital feature alerts pedestrians, drivers, and animals of your presence. Finally, adjust the rearview mirrors to reduce blind spots. Properly angled mirrors are necessary for checking traffic behind you.

Now do a Final Walk-around

Before starting the engine, do one last walk-around inspection. Check for any new leaks that may have appeared after manipulating the controls. Make sure no wires or hoses are pinched or touching hot parts of the engine. And confirm the kickstand fully retracts when folded up.

Take it for a Test Ride

If everything checks out, it's time to take your bike rental in Delhi for a spin. Start up the engine and listen for any odd noises. Accelerate gently and test the brakes at low speed. Make sure the bike shifts smoothly and all dashboard lights are functioning. Basic manoeuvres like turning and stopping should feel balanced and controlled.

Conclusion 

Bike rental in Delhi is a liberating way to explore Delhi's sights and sounds. Following this maintenance checklist will help ensure your rented wheels are tuned up and ready to roll. Then you can confidently zoom off into the exhilarating Indian capital. Safe travels.

[theartofimagining13]

if requests are still open , please consider this —

dialogue :

10.  “The truth is you’re terrified because you love me as much as I love you.” + 19.  “You know I can’t sleep when you’re gone.”

weather : stormy

characters : mads mikkelsen & tom hiddleston

( tbh it can work in many combos like jeremy + thomas / thomas + sebastian even )

AMBIENCE: Thunderstorm in the woods

WRITTEN BY: A.Wölf.

There is nothing worse than fighting with a lover after sex.

Tom was lying in bed, on his side staring at her while she sat on the edge of it clasping her bra with her back to him. He wore a demure smile but it faded once he realized he didn’t want her to leave just yet. Not then. Perhaps, not ever. He didn’t know when things had escalated between them or if he was just in a deep post-coital bliss, but the words simply poured out of his mouth.

“I wish you didn’t have to go.”

Her chin reached her shoulder but she stopped there, avoiding eye contact but smiled.

“I know.” She said. “But if I don’t leave now, I won’t make it back to the city before the storm.”

As if on cue, thunder rumbled in the sky and Tom’s blue eyes were suddenly glued to the roof of his bedroom. He then glanced at his lover with a cheeky smile.

“More the reason to stay then. The Gods are in my favor.” He teased in a murmur as he crawled on the bed, put one arm around her waist and pulled her for her back to touch the mattress.

She giggled when Tom trapped her but then they stared at each other in silence, and when she noticed his furrowed brow, she knew he had something else to say.

“What if…” he shyly began, “…what if you didn’t have to?” He paused studying her reaction. “Leave… ever again?”

She sighed and broke eye contact as she gently pushed him away so she could get up and finish getting dressed. Tom knew he was about to regret it all.

“We’ve talked about this.” She said.

“But things change.” He retorted. “They have changed. For me.”

“For you indeed, because I’m still married, aren’t I? And you’ve known that from the start.”

“But you’re not happy.”

“Excuse me?” She asked as she spun around to face Tom again.

“Otherwise you wouldn’t be here… with me… three times a week.”

She raised her eyebrows and scoffed before grabbing her purse from a chair in the corner and walking out. Tom sighed when she left, cursing himself for having opened his mouth. He glanced out the window, at the rain, and realized that he had every right to say how he felt, so he grudgingly jumped out of bed to put on clothes.

She shut the front door behind her and got into her car. She glanced at her lover’s cottage through the rearview mirror and pursed her lips while Tom’s words replayed in her mind. She started the engine and drove off. She hoped the radio would kill the thoughts in her mind. She drove full speed because she needed to get out of the woods, out of that fantasy Tom represented, and she wanted to get back to the city and her reality where her husband Mads awaited.

But not even 10 minutes later, she looked in the rearview mirror to be almost blinded by Tom’s high-beam lights; he was tailgating her.

“You gotta be kidding me.” She whispered.

She considered granting him his wish and pulling over for a second but she floored the gas pedal instead, all in vain when he accelerated too and his sports car zoomed past her and T-boned her in a matter of seconds thus forcing her to violently hit the brakes to avoid crashing into him.

“Are you out of your mind?” She exclaimed as she got out and angrily slammed her door.

Tom mimicked her and walked up to her, both of them standing under the heavy rain without a care.

“As a matter of fact I am.” He stated challengingly. “I have been ever since you walked into my life because I fell for you like an idiot, and you know what? I’m not afraid to say it. I don’t care about your rules and I don’t care about your husband.” Tom suddenly cupped her face in his hands and his blue eyes seemed to bore into hers. “This is not a game to me. It’s never been. I love you.”

Her eyes welled up and, even when she knew that if she cried her tears would get lost in the rain, she still held them in and swallowed the knot in her throat.

“You’re confused, Tom.” She said and he scoffed as he let go. “You were a free man when we met and I never asked you to be faithful, how could I? You should be… seeing other girls…” Tom chuckled and put his hands on his waist while shaking his head, “…getting to know someone who’s free to go on an actual date with y-”

“There’s that word again…”  Tom interrupted her. “Free.” He stared into her soul. “Makes your husband sound like a jailer. As if marriage was a prison of some sort… to you at least.”

She pursed her lips and looked at the floor as she took a step back.

“Is that what you really want? You want me to see other people?” He asked.

“I want you to get your car out of the way so I can go home.”

Tom got closer again.

“Answer my question then. Would you be okay with me seeing someone else? Having a date with another woman and… taking her to the cinema or a restaurant… kissing her for the first time?”

She clenched her jaw and glared at him, but Tom inched even closer.

“Or… better yet, why don’t I bring her here for a glass of wine afterwards and fuck her hard against the Botticelli like I fucked you that first time, darling?”

She raised her hand to slap him but he gripped her wrist and stopped her before pulling her in and capturing her lips with his for a chaotic kiss. She was resisting at first, trying to push him away but then she noticed that Tom had never kissed her like that and it made her weak in the knees. Little by little, she succumbed but he abruptly pulled away and stared into her soul as he spoke.

“The truth is you’re terrified because you love me as much as I love you.”

Tom took a step back still staring at her lips before he finally turned around, got into his car and drove off. She stood there in the muddy road, out of breath and with a million thoughts racing through her head as she watched him go.

“Why are you still awake?” She asked with a tired smile as soon as she entered the bedroom and saw Mads.

He was sitting on the bed, shirtless but with the blankets covering him from the waist down while he read a book. He glanced up from it and stared at his wife.

“You know I can’t sleep when you’re gone.” He said. “I got your text but I was worried. You shouldn’t be out driving so late in this weather.”

“I had no choice. I had to stay late at the office.” She lied as she took off her jacket.

“I could’ve picked you up.” Mads said.

She crawled on the bed to give him a quick peck on the lips.

“Well, I’m home now, aren’t I?” She murmured as she forced another smile. “I’m going to take a shower.”

As soon as she shut the bathroom door behind her, Mads got up and left the bedroom. Once he reached the front door, he looked at her shoes in the entryway and noticed how muddy they were. He glanced out the window and studied her car tires and paid attention to the mud getting washed off by the rain. Mads went back to the bedroom with nothing but suspicion eating at him. He stared at her purse and instinctively glanced at the bathroom door. He ended up opening his wife’s bag and fishing for her cell phone. He could only wake it up and see that there were no new text notifications or calls because he didn’t know her password. He frowned when he noticed that she had one of Botticelli’s paintings as her lockscreen when she used to have a picture of the two of them instead not too long ago.

Several minutes later, she walked out of the bathroom and got under the covers next to her husband. He immediately turned off the bedside lamp and spooned her. His left hand traveled from her stomach to her hips, slightly pulling her closer. She felt him pressing a soft kiss against her bare shoulder, and another one on her neck while his hand moved from her hips to her breasts.

“I missed you.” Mads whispered in her ear and she could feel him getting hard against her.

“Mads, I’m dead tired. I had a terrible day.” She said.

He froze momentarily but kept his chin on her shoulder and his arm around her.

“We haven’t made love in weeks.” He said. “You keep coming up with all these excuses.”

She didn't utter a word so he suddenly got up and his wife turned on the lights again.

“Where are you going?”

“Well, I’m clearly not as tired as you are, so I’ll be in the living room for a while.” He said and walked out.

Mads couldn’t stop thinking in his living room.

His wife had been acting strange for so many weeks he had already lost count. He was trying to fight the intrusive thoughts but he just had a very bad feeling he could not shake off. He tried to restrain himself from doing what he felt like doing but it didn’t work, so he grabbed his laptop and sat back on the couch to make an online purchase.

A few days later, Mads’ package arrived.

He opened it and read the instructions. Once he was ready to put it to use, he tiptoed his way to the bedroom to make sure that his wife was still asleep, and she was. She looked so peaceful and innocent it made him feel guilty for what he was about to do. He stared at the device in his hand hesitating for a second, but Mads knew he’d never get a good night’s sleep ever again if he didn’t learn the truth. So he walked out of the house and into the driveway, he approached his wife’s car, turned his head left and right to make sure no one was watching.

Then he placed the magnetic GPS tracker inside one of her car’s wheel wells.

[ejlovespie]

Chapter 7

Author: EJ (@ejlovespie) / Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Summary: Vampires are real and you made a deal with one. What will happen as new, dangerous feelings threaten to overwhelm you. How can Damon Salvatore irritate and then leave you breathless in such a short time? Where will an impromptu trip together take you?

This is an ongoing series.

Need to catch up on previous chapters? Masterpost

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x fem!reader (Y/N Gilbert)

Tags/Warnings: 18+ minors look away / eventual smut / bossy Damon / h***y reader / smangst / slowburn / freinds to lovers / vampire biting / drinking

Word Count: 1879

A/N: Thank you to my lovely betas and cheerleaders: @downanddirtydean and @treat-winchesterswith-kindness. I appreciate you ladies so much. Also, thank you @firefly-graphics for this gorgeous divider.

Following Damon outside, you allowed him to open the passenger door for you before climbing into his Camaro and sealing your fate. Nervous excitement made your stomach flutter as he rounded the front of the car and gracefully slid in next to you. Damon smirked and gave you a flirty wink as the engine roared to life, disrupting the peace on your quiet street. As the Chevy took off down the road, the squeal of tires and music blaring from the speaker was turning the light fluttery excitement in your belly into something new. What was it? You were shocked to realize what it was. Power. As the word manifested in your thoughts, you knew that it was true. The unfamiliar feeling consuming you was a heady feeling of power. It seemed that dressing up and getting dashed away in a sexy car by a vampire made you feel powerful. Turning your head to the window, you hid a smile as you zipped past your neighbors and through downtown.

When you finally passed the town sign, Damon accelerated the gas, pushing the car faster down the road and leaving Mystic Falls in the rearview. You weren’t surprised that you were headed out of town, you actually kind of expected it. You weren’t sure however, what your destination would be.

Turning to face him, you asked, “Where are we going, Damon?”

You watched as his eyes narrowed and a sly smile formed on his full lips. A deep chuckle was his only response to your question. Rolling your eyes, you knew he wouldn’t answer. You tried not to stare at the man as he drove but there was something about Damon Salvatore and his car that made your knees weak and your heartbeat stutter. Knowing what he was and his capability for violence, you couldn’t help but think he looked more tempting than the devil himself. Studying the handsome lines of Damon’s face, you fixated on his dark stubble and strong jaw. He had a straight nose and plush, kissable lips. And his most devastating asset? In your mind, it was the dark, impossibly full lashes rimming cerulean blue eyes. Intelligent, sad eyes that seemed to pierce right through you. Those eyes met yours as Damon turned to you.

“You’re staring, Y/N..I won’t be able to get us to where we’re going if you're staring at me like that for much longer.”

After a heated moment of locked eyes and parted lips, you broke the tension by looking away first. Ignoring the lust pulsing in between your thighs, you cross your legs.

Staring straight ahead, you push, “C’mon, Damon. At least give me a hint about where you’re taking me. I do have work to get done and I should be back before Elena gets home from-”

You fell silent mid sentence as Damon reached out to place a hand on your leg. Looking down, your breath catches in your throat as he gently moves his touch from the spot just above your knee to travel upward. The skin on your thigh burns as his hand moves, slowly up and over, inching closer to your inner thigh. Practically shaking in your seat, you force yourself not to move, not to react. When his hand is so close to where you’re throbbing with need for him, he finally pulls away. Letting out a small breath of both relief and disappointment, you stare out the window as Damon straightens in his seat.

Voice thick, he states, “Don’t worry, Y/N. I am treating you to a good time today. You deserve to let loose and have some fun so that’s what we’re going to do..Just trust me.”

And for some insane reason, you did.

-

It was close to three hours later when Damon finally pulled over to a roadside cafe, practically in the middle of nowhere. Reaching for the door, you were about to open it when Damon’s harsh voice stopped you.

“Don’t even think about it, pretty girl. When you’re with me, that’s my job. You understand?”

Before you had time to react, Damon was out of the car and opening your door from the outside, holding his hand out for you to take. Staring up at him, you ignored his hand, and your desire to take it, and stepped out of the car.

“Why are you always so bossy? Is it the alpha-male vampire thing or were you like this as a human too?”

In typical Damon-fashion, he was quick to provide a comeback to your snark, “Based on your writing, it seems to me like you have a thing for bossy, alpha males. Tell me, what is your newest book about? You’ve been working tirelessly on it for weeks so I know you must be close to done with it by now.”

By now, the two of you were making your way, side by side, toward the front of the homely cafe. Reaching out for the door, you gasped as Damon wrapped an arm around you to physically pick you up and move you away from the door. Smirking down at you, you huffed as he opened the door and held it for you to walk through. When you stood still, staring up at him for too long, he moved his hand to the small of your back and gently pushed you inside before him. Whipping your head around to give him an earful, you missed the seasoned waitress making her way over to where you both stood.

You jumped lightly when she loudly announced, “Welcome in ya’ll, Let me grab you a few menus and get you settled in.”

Looking around you noticed the cafe wasn’t too busy as you both followed the waitress over to an open booth in the corner. Sliding onto bench seats across from each other, you thanked the waitress, as she set your menus down in front of you.

“Here ya go, darlin’s. My name is Patty and I'll be serving you today. I’ll be right back with some waters for you while you look over the menu.”

You smiled at Patty and thanked her, as she hurried away. Picking up the menu in front of you, you decided quickly on what to order and refocused your attention on the stubborn, irritating man sitting across from you. Dressed in a thin white t-shirt and his black leather jacket, your mouth practically watered as you checked Damon out for what felt like the hundredth time today. Crossing his hands on the table, Damon repeated his question that you had forgotten about.

“Y/N, what is your newest book about? Tell me about it and I’ll give you a hint about where we’re going."

Oh Damon, always needing to be in control. You smirked at the thought, and shook your head.

“You’re just going to have to wait and read it when everyone else does..sorry.” You grinned as Damon narrowed his eyes on you once again. Two waters were placed in front of you then and you looked up at Patty as she pulled out her notepad and pen.

“Alrighty then, what can I get you, loves?”

Asking for a coffee and one of the breakfast specials, you turned to Damon as Patty did, ready to take his order. Shaking his head, Damon pulled a flask out of his pocket and began to unscrew the lid as he stated, “I’m gonna stick to just bourbon, thank you.”

Taken aback, the waitress’s eyes went wide as Damon took a long pull from his flask. You could tell she was getting geared up to argue as she put her hands on her hips.

“Sir, you can’t bring that in here. This is a family place, not to mention, far too early to be drinking. I must insist you put that away and let me get you some coffee while your lovely lady here eats.”

Opening your mouth to say something, you stopped when Damon caught Patty’s eyes with his own. His voice deepened into a soothing, firm tone as he commanded her, “Oh Patty..you’re not concerned about my flask or about getting me a coffee. You’re going to serve my lovely lady here and then we’re going to leave and you won’t remember us after we’ve gone.”

You watched, transfixed as Patty stared down into Damon’s eyes with a blank look on her face. She nodded numbly before walking away in a daze. You stared after her as she went back to work like nothing happened. Furrowing your brows, you turned to Damon and asked, “Did you..did you just compelled her?”

Nodding, Damon answered you with a question of his own, “You’re really not going to tell me about your book?”

Why was he so obsessed with your book? Shaking your head, you asked your question out loud, “Why are you so obsessed with my book? And why did you compel that sweet old woman? Just because she told you not to drink? She’s right, you know. You shouldn’t be drinking, especially since you’re driving me around.”

Damon chuckled as he took another drink of his bourbon before tucking the flask away into his jacket pocket. Capturing your eyes with his, you almost stopped breathing as he answered, “Vampires don’t process alcohol or drugs in the same way humans do. It takes a lot of work to get me buzzed, let alone drunk. We drink liquor to curb other…cravings.”

You swallowed, realizing he meant blood. It occured to you again that he would need to feed soon. He would feed..on you. A strange tingle of fear and anticipation ran down your spine. Images of Damon’s lips on your skin, your blood flowing onto his tongue as his hands pressed your body into him. Him gripping you close as you writhed beneath him.

Damon makes a guttural noise as he watches you with wide eyes. “Damon-” you whine, “-take more..d-don’t stop.” Your eyes flutter closed as his mouth lands on your shoulder. He places a trail of soft kisses against your skin before he finally bites into you once more.

Lost in the memory and your pleasure, you refocus when Damon’s eyes begin to change. It snaps you back to reality and you look frantically, to see if anyone is watching. In a panic, you quietly state, “Damon, your face. Someone might see..”

You hiss as Damon flashes his fangs at you in a devilish grin. You’re surprised not to feel much fear, specifically, fear from him. You feel plenty for him as you look around quickly for any witnesses. In a voice resembling molten lava, thick and slow, he states calmly, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. No one is watching and I can’t help it when you’re looking at me like that, while thinking about us. I’m thirsty and very much looking forward to ravishing you later…”

Your cheeks are flushed with heat and you swallow the sudden dryness in your throat. You watch, transfixed as Damon’s vampire features slowly recede, returning his face to normal. When your server arrives a minute later with food, you eat in a charged silence for the next twenty minutes before you’re walking back outside to the car, ready to continue on to your secret destination.

To Be Continued…

A/N: Okay guys, don't kill me for all these cliff hangers. I know it drives you crazy but I love to see the tension build. I promise things are going to get very smutty soon. Annnddd, the chapters keep getting longer so there's that. XOXO.

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Los Guardianes | Part V [Nestor Oceteva x Fem!Reader]

Ok, I promise there's a comedown from all the adrenaline after this! And very soon we will see characters other than Cristóbal lol.

Warnings: mentions of blood, drugs, and domestic violence; police interactions; language | Words: 1,900+

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Part IV of Los Guardianes

As you thundered down the alley, you glanced over at a wailing Cristóbal, splashes of crimson quickly drying across his arms and t-shirt from where you had carried him.

“It’s gonna be ok, Cristóbal, alright? I promise. Just hang tight,” you shouted over the strained whining of the engine. He quieted, shaking violently in his seat, but you turned your attention back towards the road, quickly reaching the end of the alley. You made a sharp right, having no idea where to go, but hoping to find a main street quickly.

Luck appeared to be on your side. You kept your eye on the rearview, but you didn’t see anyone behind you yet. You came up on a main street, mostly empty of traffic, and made a sharp left, immediately flooring the accelerator again. Your eyes flickered to passing signs, looking for anything you recognized.

“Fuck!” you growled, squeezing the steering wheel as you passed a sign for the Sun Bowl, panic rising in your chest as you realized you were in El Paso, Texas. You had no idea how you were going to get all the way back to California without getting caught, either by your kidnappers or by police, although at this point, you would have preferred the police. But you also had plenty of experience with dirty cops, and if your kidnappers had brought you here, of all places, it seemed likely that the police would be in their pockets.

You whipped past a sign for I-10 northbound and made for the onramp, revving the engine to merge into traffic. You darted immediately into the fast lane. Traffic was relatively light, but you hadn’t yet decided if that was good or bad. Your eyes flicked keenly between the road in front of you, your odometer, and the traffic behind you, watching for signs of a tail. It seemed like you were clear for the time being, but you hesitated to get too comfortable. It wouldn’t be long before the shattered back window drew some kind of attention.

Taking stock of your surroundings, you realized you had an almost full tank of gas. You wouldn’t be able to make it all the way back to Santo Padre on one tank, and you had no idea how you were going to pay for another. But you relegated that to the back of your mind, a concern for later. There was a balled-up hoodie in the backseat, and you stared blankly at the rosary swinging from the rearview. The glove compartment was empty.

Your eyes tracked the nearest freeway sign, realizing I-10 would take you into New Mexico. From there, you could head towards Phoenix. You didn’t love the idea of staying on a major freeway for so long, but it was the quickest way to get where you were going. From just south of Phoenix, you could take smaller highways towards home, and that suited you better. But the feeling of being chased propelled you forward; you were constantly pushing the odometer and scanning of your surroundings.

You reached New Mexico without a problem, but without a solid plan in place, you sped through it. As you careened down the highway towards an empty desert horizon, you heard Cristóbal’s breathing begin to calm. There was no chance of your pulse slowing or your body settling; you sat on the edge of the driver's seat, your thighs and core constantly clenched, ready for hell when it came.

Around two hours after you left El Paso, you were rapidly approaching Deming, New Mexico, and by then your brain was shouting at you to stop. You wanted to try to find a gas station to get yourself and Cristóbal cleaned up, in case you did get pulled over. You also wanted to check the trunk. While you had certainly been making good time, a sneaking suspicion nagged at you, one that questioned why no one had come after you or appeared to have reported the car stolen.

On the far edge of Deming, once you had passed through the center of the city, you followed signs for a gas station that looked, from the highway, to be mostly empty, in the middle of an empty stretch of commercial buildings and vacant lots. You guided the car towards the back of the gas station lot, behind the building, where you breathed a sigh of relief that there were bathrooms on the exterior of the building. You pulled into a parking space and only once you had scanned your surroundings did you get out. You went around to the passenger side door and guided Cristóbal out, grabbing the hoodie from the backseat.

The lock on the bathroom door was broken, so you pushed your way in, gagging a little at the stench. The sink was filthy, but the water ran clear, and you quickly rinsed your skin, watching the pink-tinged water swirl down the drain. Flashes of the man you killed flickered behind your eyes whenever you closed them, bile rising in your throat. The gnawing in your stomach reminded you that you hadn’t eaten in almost 24 hours. The adrenaline had kept the hunger at bay, but suddenly you were so hungry you felt nauseous. You helped Cristóbal wash his face and hands, then pulled the hoodie over your soiled shirt, zipping it all the way up.

Back at the car, you popped the trunk and your mouth fell open.

“Oh, fuck,” you groaned. Six bricks of cocaine were packed into the back of the small trunk, along with a duffel bag. You supposed that was why no one had reported the car stolen. It made you feel a little better that the cops wouldn’t necessarily be looking for you, but if you did get pulled over, you’d be fucked. You dug through the duffel bag, finding it full of clothes, and your heart lifted when your fingers skimmed smooth leather. You pulled out a black leather wallet, flipping it over in your hands. There was no ID, but there was a singular twenty dollar bill in it, and that would have to do.

Cash in hand, you tugged Cristóbal into the gas station store with you, grabbing a couple of protein bars and a large bottle of water, wanting to hang on to enough money for gas down the road.

You planned to dispose of the cocaine out in the middle of the desert, so you hightailed it out of Deming. A little less than an hour later, you took a tiny offramp and followed a deserted road past a dilapidated gas station out into the barren desert. You pulled the car off into the dirt, sending a cloud of dust up around you.

“Wait in the car,” you told Cristóbal gently, who nodded at you with wide eyes.

Pulling the sleeves of the hoodie over your hands, you dumped the clothes out of the duffel bag and packed the drugs into it, zipping it up. Careful not to touch anything with your bare hands, you slung it over your shoulder and hauled it towards a thick patch of scrub brush several yards from the road. Dropping the bag behind a clump of brush and prickly pear cacti, you booked it back towards the car, heading immediately back towards the highway.

You were approaching Gila Bend in Arizona as dusk gathered over the skyline. You had already gotten off of I-10 and onto the smaller highway that would take you to Yuma. From there it would be an easy drive to Santo Padre, one you had even made before. You had every intention of driving through the night, desperation fluttering in your heart at the thought of home. You were hungry again, and you could hear Cristóbal’s stomach grumbling from the passenger seat, but you were dangerously low on gas.

Pulling into a small gas station in Gila Bend, you went inside the store to pay, bringing Cristóbal with you. When you came back out, your breath hitched in your throat and you froze. A police officer was standing beside the car, inspecting the shattered back window. Flashbacks flooded your brain and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to force them out. Through the rapid swirling in your mind, you felt Cristóbal squeezing your hand hard, the touch pulling you out of your trance. Immediately, your mind went into overdrive, laying out a plan.

You approached the car, schooling your features into a timid expression.

The burly, dark-haired officer looked up curiously at your approach, and you caught the slightest softening in his eyes as he studied you and the child clinging to you. He looked young and green, fresh on the job, and you wanted to use that to your favor.

“Good evening, ma’am,” he said, hands authoritative on his hips.

“Evening,” you murmured, dropping your gaze meekly.

“You know it’s illegal to drive with a busted window?” he asked sternly.

You let all of the stress of the last couple of days pour into your brain, breaking the dam behind your eyes. Tears tumbled freely over your cheeks as you looked back up at him and he startled slightly at the sight.

“I’m so sorry, officer,” you sniffled. “My son and I, w–we came from El Paso, trying to get away from my husband. He smashed it as we were leaving. I’m just trying to get us to California so we can stay with my brother.” Your voice caught on a sob, cracking on the last syllable.

The officer’s stance softened and your heart lifted just slightly. His inexperience was showing.

“Who is this car registered to?” he asked.

Your chest tightened as you prayed he wouldn’t run plates or ask to see documentation. “It’s mine, sir,” you whispered, meeting his eyes with your most sorrowful look. “He just didn’t like that we were leaving.” You hoped that you looked wretched enough to prevent him from asking too many questions.

The officer pursed his lips, his thumb lightly tapping his utility belt. “Where you headed to in California, ma’am?” he asked.

“Palm Desert,” you lied smoothly, letting your lower lip tremble for good measure. “I have family there, sir.”

The officer hesitated as he considered what to do next. “And you’ll be safe there?” he asked. “Does your husband know where you’re headed?”

“Probably, sir. Th–they’re the only family I have. But they’re going to help me file a protective order against him. And... start the divorce process,” you mumbled, shuffling your feet in the dirt. You felt a quick pang in your heart as you said the words, ones that weren’t too far from true in another time.

Perhaps sensing that it was a good time to lay it on thick, Cristóbal tugged on your hand. As you glanced down at him, he reached his arms up and you pulled his weary form into your arms, depositing him on your hip.

The officer studied the pair of you intently, then sighed. “Alright. I’m not going to write you a ticket, but once you get to Palm Desert, you need to get that window fixed, do you understand me?”

You nodded fervently. “Thank you – officer, thank you so much,” you stammered, hugging Cristóbal tight. The officer tipped his hat and turned on his heel, making his way towards his police cruiser. Your body felt limp as the rush wore off yet again. Your mind reeled, pushing the limits of what you could handle without sleep. You needed to get home, and soon.

You slid into the driver’s side seat and slid Cristóbal over, helping him buckle his seatbelt.

Praying for an uneventful last leg of your journey, you pulled away from the fluorescent lights of the gas station, headed yet again towards the moonlit horizon.

Part VI of Los Guardianes

[trashytummiez]

Hi. Could you write fic, where Link is miserable cook, so Sidon has to cook for him? But because Sidon is much bigger than Link, he makes too much food for his tiny boyfriend, Link still would be certain he could eat it all.

"I must say my friend...you continue to amaze me!" Sidon declared with a dashing smile was almost as bright as his blushing face when he saw his boyfriend sitting on the floor so bloated he couldn't even stand up straight.

BUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPP!!!!

Link burped loudly and deeply in response to Sidon's adoration then groaned.

He sat on the floor so bloated that his blue tunic rode all the way up and let his big fair-skinned tummy stick out freely. Link almost looked pregnant with how round his stomach had become from eating so much.

Sidon was used to cooking a heavy amount of food any given day. After all he was a very large framed zora with an appetite that was unmatched. He cooked about what he would have cooked for himself. Only this time he did it for his boyfriend. And the young hylian hero was certain he could eat whatever Sidon threw his way.

Only now after eating so much the poor Hylian felt like he was going to burst. His tummy was achingly full to the brim with all manner of zora delicacy which churned noisily inside of Link's belly. Link's face went a little green from how full he was. He brought a fist to his mouth and winced. There was a burp lodged in his throat that he wasnt sure if he wanted to let out or hold in because part of him was worried some of his dinner might come up with the gas if he let it out.

Meanwhile Sidon smiled and sat himself down next to his immensely stuffed little boyfriend and eyed his bulging belly up with a pleased and enamored look on his face. "Oh my yes. Most amazing indeed."

Eventually Link couldn't hold it in anymore and burped so hard that his tummy rippled with the erupting gas. He sighed and patted his belly with exhaustion and relief that only gas came up. Then he slumped back with his palms against the tiled floors. His smooth ample tummy spilled out a little more prominently before Sidon's very eyes.

Sidon looked as if he had just struck gold.

The young prince laid his webbed silky hand down over Link's bulging stomach. Because Sidon was so much larger than Link his hand enveloped a good portion of the mans stomach even with how bloated he was. Sidon's blush intensified when he felt Link's belly against his hand. His flesh was so comfortably warm and his stomach so smooth and jiggly to the touch. The young man had such an intensely accelerated metabolism that so much of what he had eaten was already partially digested. That gave Link's tummy a little extra softness and bounce which Sidon took advantage of by drifting his fingers down to Link's lower tummy and jiggling it around.

This caused a couple of loud and heavy burps to erupt out of Link back to back.

BRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHPP!!!!!

HUUUUUUUURRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHPP!!!!!

"As you adorable Hylians often say...nice one," Sidon said with a flustered smile.

His hand more gently stroked the crest of Link's tummy where it felt the fullest. Sidon's clawed fingertips lightly kneaded down into Link's warm bubbling flesh. Because of how soft Link's tummy was his fingers sank into the stomach flesh like Sidon was kneading dough.

He was absolutely in love with the way Link's belly felt in his hands. The way it shifted with an audible slorsh when Sidon ran his hand down the sides of Link's tummy or jostled with every light pat or thump Sidon gave Link's tummy made the zora swoon. It almost sounded like a thick little like-like sloshing about.

Sidon lovingly stroked Link's belly with light little circular motion. He barely had to move his large palm to cover every soft inch of Link's tummy.

Link moaned pleasurably. He very desperately needed his tummy rub and no one rubbed it better than Sidon.

"It astounds me that someone as small as a Hylian could eat as much as I can," Sidon mused while he rubbed. "Your iron stomach never ceased to amaze and...infatuate." He said that last part with a thirsty look in his eyes and gingerly patted Link's belly as he spoke.

It jiggled and sloshed with each pat he gave which caused the boy to let out a cute hiccup.

When Sidon felt Link's stomach gurgle noisily in his hands he pressed down on Link's belly softly.

That added pressure made Link wince then usher a huge burp.

BWOOOOUUUUURRRAAAAAAHHP!!!!!!!

Sidon shuddered at that booming sound. Eager to hear more he pressed down a little harder on that big squishy tummy to squeeze another big throaty burp out from his bloated boyfriend.

AAAAAAAAAUUUUUURRRRHHHHHAAAAAAAAUUUUUUURRRHHPPP!!!!!!!!

It was a well kept secret that the young prince of the Zoras had a crippling burp fetish that made him weak in the knees whenever he heard his boyfriend burp. Each one was like music to Sidon's ears.

Not that Link minded. It felt oh so satisfying getting each wet throaty burp out of his system. The fact that Sidon was swooning with each one was just a bonus.

After getting out an especially lengthy burp Link slid down onto his back. His arms sprawled to his sides while his big belly wobbled above him with an added gurgle. He let out one last cute little burp and hiccup then sighed contently with a blissful smile on his face.

Sidon simply gushed with a bright red flush in his silky cheeks and leaned down to lovingly plant a kiss over Link's belly button.

"You're incredible my friend."

This time it was Link's turn to blush.

[libermachinae]

Jupiter

Also on AO3 Summary: A quick walk around the neighborhood. Notes: Bit of prowlcoswave written for day 1 of @soundwaveweek! Prompt was ‘together.’

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Cosmos gave the tether an experimental tug. Soundwave’s solid form meant he did not move, but nor did the harness pop off, which was exactly what Cosmos wanted to see.

“Looks good,” he said, stepping back to cast a quick final check over both him companions. “Feel ready to go?”

Soundwave stood quite confidently, arms at his sides, a familiar tilt to his head that could have meant he was thinking or listening. He nodded easily, field sparkling with confidence, which could have been entirely for Prowl’s benefit, whose own field was sodden with an excited dread. He was trying to stand with poise, but next to Soundwave it was all too obvious the way his doorwings quivered and his biolights flickered. Cosmos felt his spark sink.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said, stepping as close as he felt Prowl’s anxiety would allow. “It’s just supposed to be fun, but I don’t know if it will work if you’re…” Was there a way to say ‘terrified’ that wouldn’t offend Prowl’s pride?

Cosmos spent too long thinking about it. Prowl’s doorwings hitched up, his gaze sharpening though his biolights continued to waver.

“I want to do this,” Prowl said. “Faulty risk analysis, that’s all. Not worth a delay.”

Cosmos doubted Prowl’s programs were at fault: he was the only mech Cosmos knew who made algorithm tuning a part of his regular maintenance, and what they were doing was potentially very dangerous. Before he could make a mistake of trying to reason Prowl into fear, though, Soundwave put a hand on Prowl’s shoulder, the ring of hand meeting plating indicating that Prowl had been shivering.

“Cosmos: accomplished in interspacial rescue,” he said. “Soundwave: can locate Prowl at any distance. Prowl will be found, if you want to be.”

“Of course I would want to be,” Prowl snapped, but it seemed like Soundwave’s words had done the trick. Prowl had calmed under his touch, not trying to flick the hand away, and after taking a moment to cycle a ventilation he looked back to Cosmos.

“You’re ready?” Cosmos asked again, and this time Prowl nodded, grim but certain.

“Ready,” Soundwave said, his light tone an intentional contrast to Prowl. He stepped closer to Cosmos, his hand dropping down to Prowl’s to gently encourage him forward. He surveyed them, not searching for anything specific now but just as a general final check. And to steal an opportunity to look at them.

“Okay,” Cosmos said. “You know the drill. I can hover for a few seconds, but the sooner you grab on the better. Then, just… hang on.” He’d done this in the past, but usually it had been an officer delivering the instructions while he and a crewmate or two waited for the signal to go. He knew the process well enough, but instructing someone else (and perhaps instructing these mechs specifically) was a different feeling.

They both nodded, though, betraying their confidence in him, so he stopped himself before he could start overthinking it. He did a short hop up into his alt mode, the last panels only just sliding into place when he felt two hands wrap around his grab bars. He almost hesitated, but the reassuring brush of Soundwave’s field propelled him forward and up, launching out and away from Sanctuary.

There was only a moment of conscious drag before his systems recalibrated to accommodate the additions to his undercarriage. Prowl and Soundwave were doing exactly as instructed, holding on tight to him with their free arms wrapped around each other. For his part, Cosmos tried to keep his acceleration even, adjusting his velocity by hundredths of a degree to avoid jarring his passengers. He didn’t talk for a full minute, focused on escaping Sanctuary’s artificial gravity bubble, but as the pull finally dwindled to a negligible enough force it stopped factoring into his propulsion algorithms, he allowed the iron grip of self control to relax.

“And that’s all there is to it!” he said, maybe a little pridefully. He was, after all, pretty good at his job. “How are you both doing?”

“Status: impressed,” Soundwave said.

“And Prowl?”

His answer was not so forthcoming, and without being able to see his expression Cosmos wasn’t sure whether it was because he was thinking or too frightened to get any words out.

“I’m okay,” Prowl said at last. “It went… exactly as you described.”

“Well, good,” Cosmos said, even if that didn’t tell him much about how Prowl actually felt about the experience. “You want to go back any time, just let me know and I’ll get us straight back home.” He felt a bloom of warmth in Soundwave’s field, the same he always did when one of them called Sanctuary home, and even Prowl released a couple gentle blossoms at the word. “Otherwise, we’re going nice and easy: a quick tour over Jupiter, maybe do a couple passes over an upper atmospheric storm, and then back. Sound good?”

“Affirmative,” Soundwave said. Prowl didn’t say anything, which would have worried Cosmos had Soundwave not been there, monitoring the things Prowl wasn’t ready to say out loud. He pushed confidence at Cosmos, who returned it with his own, swooping over Jupiter’s orbit.

Flying over objects as large as planets was never without risks. Cosmos’ fuel tanks, though standard for interstellar class shuttles, were still finite, and dip too far into a large gravity field could result in overtaxing his systems trying to break free again. He had spent enough time near Jupiter to be familiar with its unique quirks, though, and as he’d said, the flyby came easy to him now: he could put one part of his processor to handling the flight while another gave voice to an ongoing commentary about the gas giant and its role in the solar system. Prowl and Soundwave listened obligingly as they passed over orange clouds marbled with white and ribbons of charcoal shadow. Soundwave was a rapt listener, asking indulgent questions that allowed Cosmos to spin off on tangents about the chemical makeup of the clouds and the gravitational interplay of the planet’s many moons.

This, though, they could see easily from almost any window on Sanctuary, so Cosmos angled south, taking them to the planet’s underbelly. There, cumulonimbus whirlpools roiled in shades of blue, spitting lightning just visible to Cosmos’ specialized sensors. He took pictures and sent them across the link to Soundwave and Prowl, explaining as he did so the unique makeup of Jupiter’s clouds and the forces behind its raging storms.

“It reminds me of the electron storms that started after the Gatterus Assaults,” Prowl said, the first time he’d spoken beyond the occasional hum to indicate he was listening.

“Precisely!” Cosmos said. They were still well within the safety zone, so he angled them slightly closer, searching the clouds for a better example of the phenomenon Prowl was referring to. “I haven’t had time to read all their literature, but some human researchers have proposed—”

He was cut off as he was startled by a particularly explosive burst from the planet, bright enough even his companions could have seen it. Whether it was the lightning itself or the electrical feedback or Cosmos’ sudden movement, he didn’t know, but Soundwave’s grip loosed and he slipped away, sinking rapidly into the void.

“Whoops!” Cosmos reacted instantly, transforming and pulling Prowl to his side with one arm while he activated the jet propulsors in his pedes. Prowl was rigid against him, his field a mess of jagged fear, but Cosmos projected back all the calm certainty he truly felt as he held Prowl tight.

Though the tether kept Soundwave from drifting far, uncontrolled drift was disorienting and unpleasant; Cosmos caught up to him rapidly and snagged him with his other arm. He pulled Soundwave into his side and shut off his jets. Soundwave, in turn, made a grab for Cosmos, clinging to him tightly in a way that was nonetheless not unpleasant. Though his motors were buzzing with activity, his field wasn’t projecting high stress, which was a huge relief.

“Alright, Soundwave?” Cosmos asked, old training keeping his tone lighter than he felt.

“Affirmative,” Soundwave responded. He loosened his grip momentarily, though clung on again almost instantly. Cosmos, for his part, kept his grip firm. “Soundwave: flight capable.”

“I know.” Cosmos wouldn’t push the issue though. For the moment, Soundwave appeared calm. There would be time to delve more into things once they were all back on the station. Cosmos gave Soundwave a quick squeeze before turning his attention to Prowl, who had not released his hold on Cosmos and was perhaps clinging even tighter now. “What about you?”

“I was enjoying it,” Prowl said, tone clipped, “up until that.”

Not unexpected. Cosmos kept his disappointment to himself (as much as one could in Soundwave’s company).

“Prowl: not reassured by Cosmos’ demonstrated retrieval proficiency,” Soundwave said.

“I was already well aware of it,” Prowl said. “In case you’ve forgotten, I was his commanding officer. I’ve seen his records.” Prowl shuffled, freeing one hand to reach across the short space and grab Soundwave’s elbow. “I’d just… never seen it happen before. I wasn’t ready to see you… floating.”

Soundwave took Prowl’s arm in turn, perfecting the trio’s huddle.

“Soundwave: unharmed,” he said. Their voices were getting quieter, the buzz of motors dampening as they calmed down from the brief fright. Cosmos angled his propulsors to keep them on a safe trajectory, but otherwise didn’t interrupt, focusing on holding them close to himself and each other.

“I know,” Prowl said. “Don’t coddle me.” He was, though, still holding tightly to both of them.

They drifted in silence for some time, in no rush to get back to the station. Cosmos could have flown them back in his root form, but it would have been an uncomfortable ride for all of them, possibly more off-putting than what had already happened. Instead, he waited, and eventually Prowl spoke up again.

“Next time, we’ll add an additional tether,” he said, “between Soundwave and myself. That way, if one lets go, the other has a better chance of holding on.” He looked at Cosmos, intentionally keeping his gaze off Soundwave. “He slipped away from me.”

Ah. The pieces fell into place, and Cosmos held Prowl a little closer.

“Sure,” he said. “I can also look into changing the angle of the grips to make it harder to let go.” It would take some time to find the tools for a mod, but Cosmos wasn’t in a rush to bring them out here again. Not until they were both ready.

“Soundwave: ready.”

Cosmos’ field brightened and he extended it to blanket them both. Despite the fact that he wasn’t ready yet, he was glad to hear Soundwave say that. He might have loved the universe, but space itself felt at times too big and too lonely, its many curiosities interesting but not as fulfilling when there was no one to share them with. Even just pointing out clouds from above, Cosmos felt at peace with his work in a way he hadn’t known in years.

High above Jupiter, Cosmos rolled along, holding his two favorite people close.

[toothpastecanyon]

We Creatures, Chapter 2

When Alcor felt Mizar calling to him, he came to help. Perhaps, this one time, he should have stayed asleep.

See most updated version on Archive of Our Own.

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“I can’t take this anymore.”

Mizar looked over at him. “Can’t take what?”

“This walking through the-“ his foot caught on a stump, and he growled low. “We’re literally right next to a road, why don’t we walk along that?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Cause no.” Mizar flashed a grin at him. “I thought you could float, dude.”

He could, couldn’t he? Yet when he tried, he… he didn’t really feel like it. Maybe bumbling around like a human was frustrating, but it was also familiar, and he felt like chasing that feeling. He liked the idea of hiking through the forest with his Mizar, it-

He tripped on a rock, growled, and torched the thing with so much fire it melted into a lava pit. Then he turned to Mizar.

“We’re taking the road.”

“No, we’re not. It’s too exposed up there, we’ll-“

Alcor snapped his fingers, and a human car dropped down in front of them. Mizar looked at it, then up at him.

“I can’t drive, dipstick.”

“I can.”

“Really.”

“I can!” He snapped, and opened a door. “Or - I could. I don’t know. It’s been a long time, okay?”

“How encouraging.”

“Just get in.”

Mizar stayed out for a second, but she sighed and made for the car. “Great. Gonna get away from elves just to die in a car accident. Perfect.”

“You don’t want to sit in the front with me?”

“In that teeny space?” Mizar spread herself out across the back seats. “Noo thank you. Ah… this is much better.”

Alcor raised an eyebrow at her, but he looked back towards the steering wheel. The knobs, the lights… It all looked a bit more complicated than he remembered, but that was okay, right? He was literally an omniscient demon, he could handle anything a human could do.

Alcor turned the keys, put his foot on the accelerator, and… stalled. There was a snicker from the back.

“W̳̖̦h͙͎͓ạ̮t̯̞͖!͙͉”

“No, no, continue!” Mizar put her hands under her chin. “I’m loving this plan of yours, man. It’s way more fun than what I had in mind.”

He shot her a glare, and then snapped his fingers. It roared to life, and she slumped down.

“Aww, boo. You’re no fun.”

Alcor started turning towards the road. “Where to?”

“Huh? Oh, west.”

“West?”

“Yeah!” She pointed. “Thaddaway… why are you looking at me like that?”

“Uh, where exactly were you going to have us walk to?”

“Oh, the nearest desert, I guess. Elves won’t have any dominion over us there.”

Alcor was staring at her. “We’re in New York.”

“Yeah?”

“The nearest desert is across the country.”

“Yup.”

“That’d take a month to walk.”

“Uh huh.” She watched him pinch his nose. “What, you don’t like walking?”

“I don’t… this is…” He dragged his hand down his face. “Did you even have a plan?”

“Hey, we were doing my plan! You’re the one who’s improvising- uh, what are you doing?”

“I’m not doing this.” Alcor was reaching a hand out. “I’m teleporting you, okay?”

“Wait, don’t-!”

He touched her arm… and then frowned. Touched her arm again. Nothing happened.

“What?” Alcor tried again, but she didn’t budge. “Ugh, why isn’t this working?!”

Mizar slapped his hand away. “I told you, elves did something to me. Can we please-”

“Elves shouldn’t be able to override my magic.” He tried teleporting her again, and growled when nothing happened. “I’ve never had this happen to me! Why can’t I do this?”

“Why can’t you stop treating me like a fucking idiot?”

Alcor blinked. He looked to Mizar, and saw her curled up in the corner of the car, hugging her legs. She glared back at him.

“You do think I’m an idiot, don’t you? You think I summoned a demon who can teleport people places and just decided I’d rather trek for days across the country? No! The only one who’s surprised by this is you, man!”

He raised his eyebrows. “But how-”

“Do I look like an elf to you? I don’t know how they did it, but it’s not important right now! They are coming to kill me! Drive!”

“But-”

“Drive!”

He flinched, and turned back to the steering wheel. Quickly he drove up to the road, checked for cars, and swung into the far lane. There they sat in silence for a while, trees whipping past them, Alcor glancing at Mizar through his rear view mirror every few minutes. She still looked tense, but the anger seemed to fade fairly quickly. It seemed they were both waiting for an opening.

Eventually, Mizar cleared her throat.

“Uh,” she started. “Sorry.”

Alcor shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. I was being rude, I-”

“You weren’t being that rude.” She gave a dry chuckle. “Besides, you’ve got an excuse. You’re a literal demon; if the worst thing I can call you is rude, you’re being pretty damn nice!”

They both chuckled at that. Alcor found himself looking at his claws on the steering wheel, stretching his fingers a little. His smile faded a bit.

“Yeah, I’m… I’m trying. I’m trying.” He glanced at her. “I’m out of practice, really. I used to be better at this human stuff, but…”

“Yeah, you got a bit snappier with humanity a few centuries back. I remember - I remember reading about that.”

“Heh, yeah… and then I got bored of even doing that, I just-” he stopped himself. “Well, I don’t - I didn’t want this to be one of the first conversations I had with a new Mizar.”

“What, you’ve had better intros? Nooo.”

Alcor laughed, and it seemed the tension in the air had cleared. The road gently curved, and he sat back in his seat, watching the trees and the road signs glide past him. There was a sound as Mizar reached forward; she was poking at the radio.

“There’s a way to get… music to play out of this thing, right?”

“Yeah, you turn this knob.”

“What does it - oh. Why’s it making that sound?”

“That’s just static, you have to choose a- hold on. Have you never been in a car before?”

Mizar paused, and then shot him a grin. “City gal,” she said. “I’ve always used the underground.”

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They drove on into the evening and through the night, on long straight interstates that almost made Alcor feel like his eyes were glazing over. He kept the radio playing something lively, kept an eye on the forests and fields they passed, and kept an eye on the woman laying still on the back seat.

They’d talked for a while, but she’d gone silent hours ago. He didn’t know whether she was sleeping; he’d think she’d dozed off, but then he’d see the glint of open eyes from a passing streetlamp, or he’d hear her quietly ask how many hours it was to the next state.

He couldn’t check her aura, either. It was strangely opaque for a human, like making out shapes in the fog - she had to have some sort of charm on her, he was thinking.

Alcor felt the dewdrop in his pocket, and made a face in the side mirror. If she was robbing elves, having something like that would certainly make sense, right?

Yeah…

They drove on. The sky was brightening. A song ended on the radio, and a morning traffic report followed it. Mizar shifted, and he glanced up to see her stretch.

“Ugh…” she grumbled. “So tiny in here…”

“Good sleep?”

“Huh? Oh, sure.” Mizar rubbed her face. “Oh wow, we’re really making time. Cars were a good call, dude.”

“Yeah… you want to stop somewhere?”

“What?”

“We’ve been on the road for hours.” Alcor pointed at a sign. “Looks like there’s a gas station coming up, you can… I dunno, get something to eat? Do all the human stuff you need to do?”

“That doesn’t sound like a good idea.”

“Are you sure?”

Mizar hesitated. “I could really stretch my legs…” she mumbled, but then shook her head. “No, no, I can do that after we get to the desert, it’s fine.”

“That’s… that’s still over a day away.” He frowned at her. “You’re really not gonna-”

“Okay! Okay, we can take a break!”

“I mean, we don’t have to right now, I just-”

“No, you’re right!” she threw her hands up. “We should just stop here, you’re right!”

Making a face, Alcor flipped on his turn signal. He could see Mizar in the back, mulling something over.

“But, uh… Alcor?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think maybe you could, you know, go inside the store? I’ll just stay in the car.”

He blinked. “Why?”

“I don’t like people, is all.” She gave a laugh. “And they don’t like me. Oh, and could you park around the back? I’d like that better.”

“Why-”

“If you can’t, that’s fine. It’s just a request.” Her legs bounced a bit as they turned off the highway. “Just a request.”

Alcor raised his eyebrows, but when they pulled into the parking lot, he did make his way around the building and park next to some dumpsters. He shut the engine off, opened the door, and watched a flock of teacup griffins that had gathered around his car stubbornly refuse to move out of the way.

“Ugh,” Alcor tried stepping between them. “These things are worse than pigeons.”

“What things?” Mizar opened the door a crack. “Oh, these guys! Oh yeah, these are all over the city.”

She stuck her hand out, and one landed on her. Alcor snorted at that.

“You’ve made a friend, I see.” A pause. “Oh, wait, no, we’re not taking that thing across country-”

“Of course not.” She waved him away. “You go buy things. I’ll stay by the car.”

Alcor stayed there for a moment longer, and then made his way into the station. It was quiet in here; there were a couple road trippers filling up on coffee, and a bored teenager at the register who barely glanced up from his phone when he came in. Alcor suddenly realised he didn’t quite know what to buy - he hesitated, and then headed towards the candy section.

Yes, this looked familiar. And some Pitt Cola, he should get that too. A lot of that. After gathering up all his pickings, he started towards the door, and-

“Sir. Hey, sir. Sir.” Alcor turned around, and saw the cashier waving at him. “You have to pay for that.”

Alcor stared at him blankly.

“You can’t just walk out without paying. I’ll get in trouble.” He mimed taking something out of his wallet. “You have money? You can pay for it?”

“Money… money!” Alcor snapped his fingers. “Oh, yeah, I remember this! How much?”

“Come over here, let me ring you up.”

With a little skip in his step, Alcor made his way to the cash register and dumped a mountain of snacks on the counter. It took a while to scan them all; Alcor turned back to the growing line, and flashed them a smile.

“I’m on a road trip,” he said. The man behind him just stared into his coffee with a dead expression. “Yeah… good talk.”

“Alright, that’ll be… two hundred and fifty three dollars. And my manager says I can’t take bills over twenty, so…”

Bills… Alcor took a second to remember what those looked like, then manifested about fifteen of them and slid them over. He didn’t quite understand the exaggerated sigh he got when the cashier started breaking a twenty, but after a moment he got some smaller bills back and was shooed away.

Alcor started ripping into a candy bag as soon as he was out the door. All in all, a successful shopping trip!

Then he rounded the corner, and something immediately struck him as off. Different. He slowed as he approached the car, noticing the teacup griffins had abandoned the ground; he found them up on the roof, shaking and shrieking at him as he passed by. There was a bit of blood by the car, too - blood and feathers.

“Mizar,” Alcor breathed, then dashed forwards and threw open the door. “Mizar! Are you-!”

He froze. Mizar was still there - thank the stars - and staring at him with a startled expression. She was holding a burrito in her hands, and he pointed at it.

“Where did you get that?”

“Get what?”

“That burrito.”

“Burrito?” Her eyes darted towards the dumpster. “I… found it?”

“You- what?” He watched her stuff the rest in her mouth. “Wait, don’t tell me you-”

“Hey, let’s see what you got!” She grabbed one of the sodas. “Pitt… cola. Huh. I should try this!”

Alcor frowned at her.

“Oop, there’s that face again. The face where I gotta ask what’s wrong.” She tried unscrewing the top, then shook it and tried again. “What, I got something on my face? I killed your dog? What’s, what’s up?”

He shook his head. “What’s up is… I don’t know. You’re just very strange, you know that?”

“Hmm, if a demon tells me I’m strange, that’s gotta be some sort of compliment, right?” She smiled with her teeth. “Aren’t you the guy who said you’re out of practice with human stuff?”

“Hmmph…” He stepped back. “I guess.”

“Come on, big guy.” Mizar started trying to open the soda with her teeth. “Let’sh get o’ the road a’ain, eh?”

Alcor hesitated, and then sighed and got in the driver’s seat. There was a distinct stench when he got in - maybe his nose had gotten used to the smell of sewage while he was driving, and it suddenly hit him coming back. He glanced back at Mizar and found not a stain on her - even her socks were pure white.

Strange.

“Ack!” There was a pop as the soda exploded all over her face. “What the fuck, It’s all over me! Alcor!”

Alcor snorted a bit. “Oh, I can make a towel! Hang on a sec…”

After a little bit of cleaning up, they pulled out of the station, and hit the road as the sun crested over the distant hills. The light fell on the dumpsters, on the griffins nervously drifting back to the ground… on hooded figures, watching from the treelines.

They watched Alcor’s car pull onto the highway. Then they rose, stepped into trees, and melted through the bark.

[kakashi-tsukuyomi]

Sanctuary

A/N: I know it’s a busy time for me, but suddenly I had a late-night encounter with my friend, anxiety, again. So I had to do a quick writing session before going to sleep and made a hurt/comfort fic for myself. But this is written in a 2nd POV, and I made sure there were no specific descriptions of the reader included so you can do self-insert. I hope this fic will make you feel better, and know that you are not alone.

Kakashi x Reader; Hurt/Comfort fic

Warnings: Anxiety, anxiety attacks, depression

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It was starting again.

That old familiar feeling started to fill inside you again. Its venom pounding in your veins; its gas clouding your thoughts. It gently yet repetitively prodded your peace, undisturbed a minute ago and now under threat. Slowly, the vines crept under your skin, growing and slithering inside you as they filled and enveloped your space. You remained still, ignoring the nagging thoughts. You had experienced these on many occasions before, and learning from your encounters, you knew that ignoring it was the best way to deal with it. Distractions were the most effective -- all you had to do was count to ten while you think of something else. You had gone through this before, and you could go through this again. It was a reality you had accepted, and you just went on with your life, learning to deal with it as you trudged on.

However, it seemed like this was one of those days when you couldn’t. Or at least, you struggled harder. Suddenly, the vines made their way around your heart, and the beating started to accelerate. Your breathing became rapid and shallow; your head felt heavier than ever. You were slowly being pulled into that familiar bottomless pit, drowning and falling down to the depths of the sea, moving farther and farther away from the surface. The light from the surface faded little by little; the world around you became darker and darker. In a matter of time, you knew the tingling in your fingertips would soon occur.

“Y/N?”

You thought you heard a voice call out to you coming from beyond the surface. It was deep and masculine, and yet soothing and familiar. You continued to fall deeper into the depths of the sea, but then the voice called out to you once again.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” In your present world as you lay on the bed, you felt fingers lightly touch your skin, and they brought with them warmth, however faint you felt it. Your mind continued to race, your breathing becoming even more shallow and broken. You closed your eyes, hoping to wake up in a different world, and you took deep breaths, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. 

The voice seemed to wait, and after a few more breaths, you felt the fingers leave your shoulder and gently touch your back. The strokes the hand made were soothing, calming… and slowly, you felt the vines ease their grip on your heart. You moved a bit and looked from behind you. A pair of onyx and red eyes met yours, and they regarded your face with deep concern.

“Hey.” His eyes then crinkled into the shape of crescent moons, and he smiled at you softly. He continued to stroke your back in a gentle and calculated motion, and you felt yourself melt away in his touch. This time, you turned to your other side to completely face him. Your hand fell on his arm, your grip firm and pleading. Immediately, he understood, and gingerly he lay on the bed beside you, enveloping you in a warm embrace.

“I-I’m having another episode,” you choked against his chest, pulling him closer to you as much as possible.

“I know,” he whispered into your hair while his hand gently stroked your head. After a while, you slightly pulled away from his embrace, peeking from your lashes that were now brimming with tears. He looked at you with such tender affection.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered, and his lips still held that tender smile.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you answered him, looking away. “I'll be fine. It’ll go away like it always does.” You had always been the type to keep things to yourself. You didn’t like placing a burden on people. But you weren’t like this before; in fact, you were quite vocal about your troubles. However, experience taught you that people grow tired, and unfortunately, usually they were the people whom you were very close to.

And so you closed yourself off. You persisted alone in your struggles, battling them on your own. And you were fine with it, thinking that it is an inevitable part of your life. A reality that you had to face, a cycle that you had to go through . And you had been through it a lot of times, and you emerged from them victoriously, becoming more resilient than the last. But it didn’t leave you unscathed. It was tiring, and sometimes you wished for something or someone to ease your burdens, however hesitant or afraid you were of them growing tired of you. And for so long you longed for someone to stay by your side, to fight your battles with you no matter the situation. To encourage you when you falter as you soldier on. For someone to choose to accept you as you are, and to not grow tired of you as you fall countless of times.

Your thoughts were broken off as you felt his fingers touch your chin, tilting your head up so you could look at him. “You are never a bother to me.” His fingers then brushed against your skin, wiping away the trails of tears staining your face.

Tears continuously made their way down to your cheeks, and you quietly cried as he brought his lips to your forehead and left them resting there. Always battling your own struggles alone, you forget the people who were willing to fight them with you. You pulled him closer, your fingers digging deeper into his skin. That person was already standing there before you, and you were blinded by your fears to even see it. He faintly hummed a familiar melody, stroking your head as he placed another sweet kiss on your skin.

You kept falling deeper towards the bottom of the sea. As you lifted your eyes in one last attempt, you saw a hand reach out for you from above. You took it, and slowly it pulled you up towards the surface and nearer to the light.

Everything would be alright.

[rosevanhelsing]

Wendigo

Chap. 19

Vic and Alice stared at Charlie, Vic hugged Alice protectively.

-Vic, that man scares me ... I think he's bad, like the one who was chasing me ... -Alice said.

Vic could not suppress a feeling of triumph, she knew that that girl would not fall easily into the clutches of Manx like other children.

- Easy, you don't have to go with him. You can stay with me or with the Police….

Vic got off the motorcycle and walked over to Charlie.

- She doesn't want to go with you, Charlie. She is a creative soul  like us and she knows that you are not a good person.

Charlie snorted in disgust and said:

-Don't be ridiculous, Vic. You know well that she with me she would be safer than with anyone. No one, except you and with help, has been able to access Christmasland. And even if they hand her over to another family and change her surname ... How long would it take the Wendigo to come after her again? Days, weeks, months? Being very optimistic, maybe years.

- I know, Charlie. It crossed my mind that in Christamland, she would be safe... And I know that if the Wraith converted her and if the Wendigo acceded to Christmasland, your children would tear the Wendigo apart ...

- A wise reflection, Vic. Now, let me take her," Charlie said, heading towards the motorcycle.

Vic stepped in and gently pushed him back:

- I said no, Charlie. She doesn't want to go with you. And if we put our minds to it, we might finish off the Wendigo, before he can go after her again ...

Charlie stared at Vic, for once she didn't seem to be lying to him. Then he looked at Alice and gave her one of his charming smiles, the one he used to gain the trust of children, and showed her one of his candy canes that he had pulled out of his sleeve like a wizard, but Alice looked away. Charlie frowned and walked over to the girl.

- Little girl, don't you want to come with me? I would take you to a magical and safe place, where that bad man who killed your parents and little brother, would never reach you. It is the Land of Eternal Christmas. There being unhappy is against the law.

Alice turned her face to not look him directly in the eyes of her and she covered her ears and said:

- Do not! You're bad. I have dreamed of you too. If I go with you I will become a monster. Do not touch me.

 Charlie's face became the sharp expression of surprise. Never in his long life had a child so steadfastly shied away from going with him, for most of the time he would get the children to voluntarily get into his car. However, Charlie would not take any child by force and dragging them, that was against his principles. Vic came over and said:

- You see, Charlie. Leave her alone.

"What a nice family reunion," said a voice.

James had arrived, the headlights of the truck dazzled them.

"Damn," Charlie muttered. "Let's get out of here!"

Vic got on the motorbike and she had just enough  time to get away from the truck that was charging them, while Charlie had to take a good jump to avoid the truck. The Wraith started the engine and approached where he was.

- What the hell is that car? - James wondered seeing how N0s4a2 moved by himself.

Charlie jumped up on the Wraith, and went away in a different direction than Vic, James stopped for a moment, thinking who he would go for, and then he turned around chasing Charlie. Charlie saw how the monster truck was about to run down on him.

- Go Go…. Run all you can, my old friend ...

The Wraith accelerated to the maximum reaching almost 80 mph , but the engine was also pushing itself to the maximum, it was grinding with the effort and the revolutions were at maximum. Charlie began to feel pain and tightness in his chest as if he were running a marathon and began to wheeze. The Wraith was a luxury car and although it was fast and efficient for its time, it was a vehicle designed mainly for touring and not to maintain high speeds and Hunter, despite being an old truck, was a powerful machine and was giving it reach.

While Vic, she had stopped when she saw that the Wendigo was not chasing her but she knew that Charlie was having problems and turned around to help him. She didn't like him, but she surely owed him her life so, at the very least, she had to keep the Wendigo from crushing him with his truck. Perhaps it was also the way to bond with him enough to be able to unite their powers against the Wendigo.

- Are we going to save Mr. Vampire? - Alice said

- Yes pretty. I owe him a very big favor.

- Ah okay.

 Vic wasted no time in catching up, deftly dodging the huge truck and standing next to the Wraith briefly just for Charlie to see her, and drove the car forward. Suddenly the Shortcut reappeared, Vic went through it and Charlie went through it behind her. Inside the Shortcut, Charlie slowed down, so as not to crash and because he knew the Wendigo would not chase them.

"Not again, damn you," James said, and he braked just in time to prevent the disappearing Shortcut from taking part of the nose of his truck.

The Shortcut disappeared and reappeared in Here, right in front of the library where she had met Maggie, which was now closed and abandoned. Vic braked, and the Wraith came out seconds later.

- Oh God. Poor Maggie, so she liked her library, 'Vic murmured.

Charlie staggered out of the car, wheezing and gasping for air. Vic turned and ran towards him

- Charlie, what's wrong with you?

- I think I have forced the engine too much ...

- Let's go inside the library.

Vic put Charlie's arm around her shoulder and walked him inside. The library was damp and empty, although judging by the debris on the floor it served as a refuge for drug addicts and squatters. Vic half dragging Charlie upstairs to Maggie's office, there they found a half-moth-eaten couch, and Vic dropped Charlie onto it. On her side, Alice had followed closely behind.

- Come on, Charlie, take off your coat, tie and open your shirt ...

- Vic ... now is not the time to get affectionate ...

- Are you an idiot or what, Charlie? It is for you to breathe better ...

Charlie obeyed resignedly, and let Vic lay him down on the couch and bring his legs up a little. Feeling through the pockets of her jacket, she found some pills that she always carried in case Lou had a heart attack. She took one out and said to Charlie:

- Put one under your tongue, and rest for a while.

- Come down and see if my car is okay. She has to be okay. ..

- First the pill and shut up.

Vic found a mattress, shook it out, and swept a bit with a battered broom that she found lying around.

 - This is full of garbage and drug addicts- said Alice- My mother would have gone crazy if she had seen me here.

- I know. But we will be there for a very short time, until he is a little better. I'm going to check on our vehicles. Stay here. He won't hurt you

Vic went downstairs and looked at her motornike, the Triumph had run out of gas.

- Damn it… Vic mused

Then Vic walked over to the Wraith, opened the door, and started the engine. The car was in reserve of gasoline and with very low water and oil. It wouldn't resist another chase like the one before. Vic went upstairs and reported the situation.

- If the Wendigo finds us again, your motorcycle is our only chance of escape. - Said Charlie - You have to fill your tank as it is. How far is the nearest gas station?

- About 15 km ... - Vic said consulting her mobile.

- Enough for you to arrive with the fuel reserve of the Wraith. Go to the gas station and fill up the tank. Also buy gasoline for your motorcycle and water and oil for the car.

- Ok. Keep an eye on Alice. Don't let anyone hurt her, okay?

- Count on it.

Vic back up the stairs, got behind the wheel of the Wraith, and set off for the gas station. It took a while for her to adjust to the manual gearshift, as well as driving on the right side, but the car seemed to help her when she needed it. Vic did not know that Manx was influencing the Rolls to behave meekly with her as a driver. Vic made it to the gas station without problems, filled the car's tank, bought the oil, water and gasoline for the motorcycle, as well as something to eat and drink for the three of them.

- Do you want me to take care of her? Make it yours?… ”The Wraith asked Manx telepathically while she waited for Vic to do the shopping.

[pupvivi]

Pls...Momo feeding from Sana the very first time as her fangs scrape gently across her neck and Sana moans lightly, pushing closer towards the vampire

The date was perfect and nice, as Momo tried her best to show genuine interest in Sana. Only got the human to reach out and grasp her hand during dinner, a reassuring gesture that made Momo feel light and airy. Oh how she was horribly smitten for Sana.

It wasn't until they were in Momo's car did Sana start to squirm a bit. It was enough to catch Momo's attention. "Everything okay?" She asked softly, they were at a red light notorious for taking a while to change. She was worried that Sana was having second thoughts and didn't want to see her again.

"M-mhm just thinking about something." Sana whispered back, and if Momo wasn't focused on her the human she would have missed the way her eyes were darker or the way she was getting worked up from her thoughts alone.

Feeling brave, Momo pushed to find out just what was making Sana react like this. "And what are you thinking about?"

"You."

Oh.

Licking her lips, Momo pushed even more. "What am I doing to you in your head. I cannot read minds."

Sana gasped as the tone of Momo's voice only sent shivers down her spine. "You feeding off me, and then touching me until I cum."

Momo felt herself began to harden from those words, to know that she was desired on such a level was quite the ego boost. "Here I was thinking you were such a sweet girl, but here you are daydreaming about me while I drive you home. Naughty."

She felt Sana reach out for her free hand, and bring it to rest on her thigh. "Yeah, so maybe you shouldn't take me home since I'm so naughty."

Momo couldn't help but moan softly at the warmth she could feel. She wanted nothing more than to pull over and take Sana right here and now, but that wasn't what she deserved. So with a gentle squeeze, she changes lanes and pressed down in the gas pedal, accelerating towards her own place.

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Momo didn't have to worry about prying eyes as she helped Sana out of her car, since she owned this building, she changed a lot of things at Nayeon's suggestion. One of her favorite changes was a personal elevator that led directly to her own home. So with one arm supporting Sana, she pulled her card or and swiped it.

The second the two were inside, she pressed Sana against the wall, and pulled her into a lust filled kiss, she swallowed her moans, and couldn't help but press her tongue against her bottom lip, teasing it open.

The contrast in their body heats was enough to make Momo groan. She could feel Sana getting warmer and warmer with each second that passed. But she knew that the human needed to breathe, so she pulled back and just admired her flush state.

Breathtaking.

"You don't know what you do to me, Sana. Having you here right now is driving me crazy." She confessed, before trailing more kisses to her jaw and then her neck, hovering to where she can hear the rush on blood, her stressing veins that carry her hair legacy. Dare she greedily take this only for herself? It's what they both wanted.

It wasn't until she felt Sana's fingers in her hair, did Momo open her mouth, feeling her fangs already pop and ready to sink into Sana's inviting neck.

Mine. Is what was rushing through Momo's mind, as she brushed against her neck faintly, enough to pull a needy moan from Sana's lips.

But the soft chime of the elevator made Momo jump back. A nervous laugh bubbling out of her, and for a moment her and Sana softened up.

There wasn't any rush.