#towing license

[techdriveplay]

How to Tow a Trailer Safely

Towing a trailer can be an essential skill, whether you’re transporting a boat for a weekend getaway, moving furniture across town, or embarking on a cross-country road trip with a camper. However, it’s not as simple as hitching the trailer and hitting the road. Understanding how to tow a trailer safely is crucial for protecting not only your cargo but also yourself, your passengers, and everyone…

[car-insurance-memes]

[kath-artic]

today has instilled a new zest for life in me. oh god things could be so so much worse!

[mermen]

i get to fly next month!!!!

[techmomma]

Good news! I've bought my own car!

It's a 2012 Nissan Leaf. It is blue. It is so cute and so fun. I love it so fucking much. It's been running great for weeks (they let me drive it off the lot). It is my favorite car I've ever driven. Still waiting on the approval from the bank but my dealer is supposed to hear back on Monday or Tuesday for the loan approval.

Bad news! Went to get an anti-theft implement installed and then charged my car at the nissan port across the street and now the battery won't hold a charge! The dealer's service guys aren't in on Sunday so gotta wait till tomorrow before they can look at my car!

I also don't have insurance or even a license plate yet because I'm still waiting on the loan approval and didn't want to get those started without confirmation that the loan was approved! Because getting those when the deal hasn't been finished yet felt like a bad idea!

Fuck!

[satiricaily]

cant believe i got my car towed.... on the 4th day im using it.... like okay yea it's a second-hand (third-hand?) and my sister had been using it for the past 2-3 years already (and also had a lot of problems w it) but it was still so fucking SCARY driving on the highway w the brakes not functioning at all no matter how hard i pressed it and having to swerve into a wrong exit because there was a truck in front of me that i almost crashed into 😭 im just honestly grateful i managed to arrive to class w no accidents (barely) AND side parked w the brakes partly working but. my fucking god im exhausted

[texashvaclicense]

Simplify Your Career Progression with Texas HVAC License Renewal & Tow Operator Renewal Courses

In the fast-evolving landscape of trades and services, keeping up with licensing requirements is essential to ensure your qualifications are current and your skills are sharp. For HVAC professionals and tow operators in Texas, timely license renewal is critical, and that’s where "1st Choice CE" offers valuable assistance. This article provides a guide to the Texas HVAC License Renewal and Texas Tow Operator Renewal Courses, so you can navigate your career growth seamlessly and efficiently.

Understanding Texas HVAC License Renewal

The HVAC industry is highly regulated, and a current license is required to practice in Texas. The Texas Department of Licensing and Regulation (TDLR) mandates that HVAC technicians complete continuing education credits to renew their licenses, maintaining updated knowledge on regulations, safety protocols, and technical skills.

Why Renewal Matters

Renewing your HVAC license not only ensures compliance with Texas regulations but also offers these key benefits:

Career Advancement: Staying updated with new techniques and codes can open doors to advanced roles and responsibilities.

Customer Trust: A valid license assures clients that you're committed to high standards.

Safety Standards: Renewing your license ensures you’re familiar with the latest safety protocols, reducing risks for you and your clients.

Requirements for Texas HVAC License Renewal

To renew your HVAC license in Texas, you’ll need to complete the following:

Continuing Education Credits: Texas requires at least 8 hours of continuing education for HVAC license renewal. Courses must cover essential topics such as codes, safety, and technical updates.

Annual Renewal: Licenses must be renewed annually, and failing to renew on time can result in additional fees or a lapse in licensure.

How 1st Choice CE Can Help

1st Choice CE provides comprehensive Texas HVAC License Renewal courses that meet all TDLR requirements, making it easy to complete your continuing education in one place. Their courses are:

Flexible: Online options let you study at your own pace.

TDLR-Approved: Rest assured that the courses meet state requirements.

Cost-Effective: Affordable courses designed to save you both time and money.

Texas Tow Operator Renewal Courses

Tow operators in Texas also need to renew their licenses through the TDLR to stay compliant. The towing industry, like HVAC, operates under strict regulations to ensure safety and professionalism. By completing the Texas Tow Operator Renewal Course, you’re not only meeting regulatory demands but also reinforcing best practices in a high-responsibility profession.

Why Choose a Tow Operator Renewal Course?

Renewing your tow operator license is beneficial for several reasons:

Regulatory Compliance: State law mandates up-to-date licensing for tow operators, and failing to renew can lead to penalties.

Enhanced Skills: Renewal courses often cover critical topics like roadside safety, handling equipment, and customer service, which can improve your service quality.

Career Stability: A current license secures your position in the industry, ensuring you're eligible for job opportunities and promotions.

Requirements for Tow Operator License Renewal

Tow operators in Texas must complete the following to renew their license:

Continuing Education: Operators are required to complete a specific number of continuing education hours as defined by the TDLR.

Timely Renewal: Licenses must be renewed every year, with a clear requirement for educational hours.

How 1st Choice CE Supports Tow Operators

1st Choice CE simplifies the Texas Tow Operator Renewal process with courses designed to address the core aspects of towing services. The courses provide:

Complete Coverage: All TDLR-mandated topics, including safety, laws, and practical skills.

Online Convenience: Access the course material at any time, from any device, which is ideal for a busy schedule.

Certification: Upon completion, receive certification that can be submitted to the TDLR for license renewal.

Why Choose 1st Choice CE for License Renewal?

1st Choice CE is dedicated to offering convenient, effective, and affordable education solutions for professionals in Texas. Here’s why it’s the go-to choice for HVAC and tow operator license renewals:

TDLR-Approved: Courses are fully compliant with Texas Department of Licensing and Regulation standards.

User-Friendly Platform: Access to online courses 24/7 allows you to learn whenever it’s convenient for you.

Customer Support: 1st Choice CE provides support to help you navigate the renewal process smoothly.

Conclusion

Renewing your Texas HVAC or Tow Operator license is a straightforward process when you choose 1st Choice CE. Their convenient online courses allow you to stay compliant, maintain professional standards, and grow your career without disrupting your busy schedule. If you’re ready to renew your license with confidence, 1st Choice CE is your partner for continuing education. Explore their range of courses and take the next step in your career today.

[clementckelly]

Applying for a towing license can be a complex and detailed process, particularly in Texas, where stringent regulations must be followed. Avoiding common mistakes can save time, reduce stress, and increase the likelihood of a successful application. If you are planning to apply for a towing license in Texas, being aware of these common pitfalls is crucial. This article outlines the top five mistakes to avoid to ensure a smooth and successful application process. Learn more - https://teachingodyssey.com/5-common-mistakes-to-avoid-when-applying-for-a-towing-license/

[faeriesthrall]

morning going so bad i'm about to take some leave about it

[incorrectbatfam]

Does the Batmobile ever get ticketed or does the GCPD just ignore it

Bruce: *puts a box on the table*

Bruce: Gather around, everyone. It's time for our monthly ticket review.

Bruce: First up, Steph. Can you explain what happened last Friday?

[earlier]

Steph: *looking for parking in a full lot*

Steph: Screw it, I'm going around back.

Steph: *parks in front of a fire exit*

[present]

Steph: I just needed to use the bathroom.

Bruce: And in those three minutes, the Joker released a giant water balloon forcing everyone to evacuate through one less exit.

Steph: It said "fire exit." That technically wasn't a fire.

Bruce: Well, the penalty is $100 plus the towing cost. I can pay it off but you have to help Alfred in the kitchen for a month.

Steph: Yeah, that's fair.

Bruce: Next up... Cass and Barbara? Color me surprised.

Barbara: Oh yeah, I had to remotely pilot the Batmobile the other day because Cass needed a getaway.

Bruce: Then why am I being charged $250?

[earlier]

Cass: *fighting a gang*

Barbara: Orphan, ETA thirty seconds. Prepare for extraction.

Cass: *knocks out the last henchman and runs to the car*

Comm. Gordon: *writing a ticket*

Cass: ?

Comm. Gordon: You're in a disabled parking spot without a permit.

[present]

Barbara: Well I am disabled.

Bruce: Understandable. I'll let it slide since it's the first time. Just file the paperwork for a permit.

Bruce: Dick, you went thirty-five over the speed limit when you weren't pursuing a suspect. Explain.

[earlier]

Wally: Race you to Keystone?

Dick: *revs the engine*

[present]

Bruce: You're better than this. I'm disappointed. Next up: Tim. Driving without a license plate. What happened there?

[earlier]

Tim: I wasn't supposed to take the Batmobile since Bruce benched me for my wrist, but my other ride is in the shop.

Kon: What about cameras? Can't your dad tap into the city's surveillance system?

Bart: Traffic cameras read license plates, so if we take them off, no one will recognize us.

Kon: Now that's an idea.

[present]

Tim: That's on me. I shouldn't have listened to them.

Bruce: Put them back on, plus you're benched for another week. Damian, on to you.

Damian: What on Earth could I have done? I followed the speed limit, parked in the correct spots, and never so much as changed lanes on an empty road without signalling.

[earlier]

Damian, a middle schooler: *driving*

[present]

Damian: Tt.

Bruce: Don't do it again. Duke...

Duke: *cringes and remembers what he did*

[earlier]

Duke: *hooks the Batmobile to a freezer trailer*

Duke: *starts driving around with a megaphone*

Duke: Ice cream! Get your ice cream!

[present]

Bruce: Fantastic job. No complaints.

Jason, muttering: Teacher's pet.

Bruce: And finally, Jason.

Bruce: *empties the rest of the box*

[licenseplatesforsale]

4 - “ITOWDU”. I’m … willing to bet I wouldn’t like the owner of this car.

[snoopychris]

heart stopping

warnings: non-descriptive car crash, dry humping

in which... cheerleader!reader finds two times in the same night where her heart stops

the second that you pieced together what the sound of the crash that came behind you was, your heart stopped. in recent days, your heart had been stopping. once per day, each time for all the right reasons. there was the time where you were walking in the hallway and matt said hey to you. there was the time where it was raining and matt walked you into the school under his umbrella. there was the time when you noticed the pokemon card in matt’s phone case had changed to piplup. weirdly enough, there was the time when Mr. Harrison showed you matt’s project as an example. but this time was different. this time, your heart stopped for all the wrong reasons. 

your eyes squeeze shut for a moment as you gather your thoughts, turn off your car, and reach over to your glove box, grabbing your cars insurance and registration before exiting the vehicle. your hazards are on now, as are the hazards belonging to the other car, and you make your way over. after a brief interaction with the cars owner (grace, you learned) you assessed the damage of your car. it looked to be only a dent, and from what you could tell it was purely cosmetic. everyone was unharmed, both of you had insurance, everything was good to go. 

the second you began driving down the road, your car stopped. turns out, the bump was not purely cosmetic. pain rushes through your head when you hit yourself on the steering wheel a few times. you groan as you grab your phone from the cup holder besides you, looking through your contacts. your parents are probably the last people you want to call right now. youre scrolling for a moment or two before you make the call. 

you let out a sigh when the line rings, smiling when you hear the other end pick up. “hello?” the voice replies quietly with a crack in his voice. “hey…i-im sorry for calling so late. i got into an accident by the park on Dutch street. my car was fine but then it stopped and ive got no other friends with a license. is there any way you can come pick me up? ill owe you big time.” you whisper, crossing your fingers. 

matt hesitates but then speaks. “yeah, im on my way. stay right where you are dont worry.” if any of your friends had seen the way your face turned red, theyd never let you live it down. while youre waiting you do the responsible thing and call a tow truck. when you see a pair of headlights pull up, you instantly assume the worst. you would assume it was matt if he didnt live so far away. when the car pulls up next to you and you realize it is matt, youre okay. he rolls the window down and smiles, gesturing towards the passenger seat. you climb in with your belongs carefully, being as respectful as possible. he sends you a small smile and you take in your surroundings. theres a comfortable silence that sits between the two of you. somehow even with how much chaos you put up with when youre with your friends, you enjoy it. the silence looms for a while but then its broken.

“it smells salty in here…” you giggle, throwing your head against the headrest. matt nods slowly and shrugs, glancing over at you. “i was just at the beach, i sit there when i need more quiet than my room provides. you were at… practice i presume?” he eyes your uniform, the top half covered by your varsity jacket. you nod in response, adjusting the ponytail your hair was in. “i was. we have to come up with new routines.” you smile, licking your lips. matt adjusts the rearview mirror and then his glasses, running a finger through his hair. the small talk continues for the entirety of the car ride, but it didnt take more than 3 minutes to realize how comfortable matt was when talking to you when there werent any other people around. you swallow your spit and frown when matt turns onto your street.

 you take a leap that you never expected to and speak. “pull over here.” you whisper, matt complying while he raises his eyebrows. you take in all of his features before leaning over the center console, holding your face dangerously close to matt’s. “say the word and i stop and leave right now.” you whisper. a shaky exhale exits matts mouth as he shakes his head, cupping your face in his palms as he presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

 youve had a fair amount of kisses before, but there wasnt a single one that came to mind that was quite like this. not a single kiss in all of the previous ones you had shared that were so full of lust, passion, and love. no, not a single one of your previous kisses had any trace of love. you’re the first to pull away. matt couldnt find it in himself to. he was finally kissing the girl of his dreams and you expected him to pull away? no way in heaven or hell.

the two of you sit for a moment, avoiding the gaze of one another. you go to break the silence by speaking, but youre cut off when matt presses another kiss to your lips. you gasp at the sudden feeling, but not a single bone in your body cares. the hand that matt previously had sitting on his steering wheel moves to your thigh, and the hand that had been resting on the window moves to push his seat back as far as it can go. you catch on fairly quick and move to straddle matts lap, never once breaking the touching of your lips. the song that was playing on the radio is tuned out, but you make it out to be doja cat’s “Agora Hills”. this time when the kiss is broken, its due to matt. part of you thinks that he only breaks the kiss to discuss the hardness thats poking your thigh, but he surprises you when he semi-ignores it. 

he stutters as he looks away from you, face flushed with embarrassment. “im a virgin…” he whispers, the suddenness of the confession being the only thing that really shocks you- not that youd ever admit that. you nod as you kiss his neck gently, grabbing onto his hands and placing them on your hips. “thats okay. i am too.” you whisper, making matt’s ears turn red. you had always heard rumors floating around the school that you weren’t, but they didnt bother you, people would always believe whatever they wanted. you look at matt, silently asking for some sort of permission. 

you never verbally get the command, but you catch on pretty quickly when matt begins moving your hips for you. you let out a small noise at the feeling, letting your body take control. matt’s breath hitches in his throat and he lets out a moan, his grip on your hips tightening. “fuck…” he mumbles, his eyes shooting between the way your face looks as youre grinding yourself on his jeans and the way your skirt looks when your legs move. the actions continue for at most ten minutes, though for both of you it feels like an eternity. your hips only come to a stop when you let your orgasm take over your body, collapsing onto matt’s chest, his tshirt stuck to him due to all the sweat. matt only lets go of your hips when he lets his own orgasm take over, a dark, wet spot forming on his jeans and part of your skirt. the two of you gather your breaths for a few moments, a moment only ruined by matt’s phone ringing. 

he composes himself as you slide off of him, gathering your belongings from the backseat. you wait patiently for matt to hang up the phone, licking your lips. “its just chris… he wants me to bring him some ice cream when i go back home.” he whispers, to which you smile and nod. you shoot a glance of reassurance at him, looking over to your house. “guess i should go then huh…” you whisper, not wanting the moment to end so soon. matt lets out a hesitant “yeah”.

 you open the car door and begin stepping out when matt grips your wrist, sending you a smile. “this doesnt end when you walk into that door right?” he mumbles, worried about the outcome. his heart flutters when you shake your head, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “this doesnt end when i walk into that door.” and for the second time that day, your heart stops.

๋࣭⭑ a/n: :P and thats all i have to say. aside from dividers by @issysh3ll kiss kiss! -gen

๋࣭⭑ tags(reply or message to be added): @ifwdominicfike @frankoceanfanpage @mattssslutbby @sophand4n4 @matthewsturnsgf @izzylovesmatt @m11rx @chris-hallelujah @isabellewhatt @st7rnioioss @yuppocarzy @mattsbrat

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All available units, please respond.

The radio’s static was splitting.

In the driver’s seat, David picked up the receiver and held it to his mouth as the rain trickled outside. Early May was always dreary.

Your ears perked up at the call from the passenger side.

“1340 responding,” he replied to dispatch.

We’ve got a disabled vehicle northbound on Highway Y. A green, four door sedan with the license plate: 2-8-Frank-Queen-4-Charles. The renewal stickers were ripped off according to the caller and the windows are fogged but no one is in it. I called a tow to meet you there.

“10-4. On our way.”

He hung up the receiver and the small knob and put the gear into drive. As the junior partner, it wasn’t your place to decide where and when you’d take on cases. Some were hard, others were easy, but this seemed a little below your status.

“Don’t you think this one could have been handed out to… I don’t know, anyone else?” You asked him. He tapped his fingers on the wheel, shrugging in the slightest.

“It’s something,” Loki concluded. “I’d rather find a dud than sit around waiting for a speeder.”

You weren’t beat cops, you were detectives. But Conyers was small and everyone was irreplaceable because there was no one to replace anyone so cops played detective and detective played cops when the times needed it.

“They said it’s fogged up?” You asked and he nodded. “Did they ever think that maybe seventy-two degrees in May and a disabled car at nine-thirty in the morning might just cause the windows to fog?”

“I don’t think they’d call us out if they didn’t think it was something more.”

“Right,” you murmured.

You glanced over at him as he turned to get on the highway. David Loki was an interesting creature. Infinitely handsome, tortured at the same time, Loki was an enigma that years of partnership couldn’t crack. You’d known him as detective, as a friend (if you could consider him such), and after multitudes of trials and errors and wins and loses, the man had become a centerpiece of your existence—even if he didn’t know that.

You couldn’t stare at him too long without fearing that you’d be suspended for having an emotional, one-sided affair with him. He’d probably have a stroke at the idea of you and him falling in love.

He wasn’t that kind of man. Even in the hours where you thought your lives would never be the same, there was no last minute declarations of love or lust, just two people who hoped to get out of the hell house alive.

That was three years ago—so, excuse you for having an emotional attachment and a chip on your shoulder for rookie work.

You picked up the receiver he had put down minutes ago.

“Dispatch, this is 1346,” you called out.

Go ahead 1346.

“Did you run the plates for the disabled vehicle northbound on Highway Y?”

Plates belonged to a… Steven Hoyer, resident of Philadelphia, who reported his car stolen two weeks ago.

You kept your finger off the button. David’s eyes met your for a brief second.

“Any details on the theft?”

Philly cops think it’s gang related.

You quirked a brow. “You didn’t think to tell us this?”

Didn’t ask, detectives.

“Have the lab ready to swab it by the time we get there. Let them know that we will be accompanying it to and from.”

David flicked on the siren and lights.

10-4.

“What the fuck?” You scoffed. You put your arm up, perched on the windows crux with the door. “No one can do their job right, I swear to fucking god.”

“I could argue one person can do the job right,” David defended. He had a sly smile on his face, a rarity over the last few years.

“Sure, yeah.” You put the receiver back. “Maybe two. That’s it.”

“Gang activity?”

“Fog’s probably not fog.”

“No,” he agreed. “Should we call it in to fire? Have them take care of it in their suits?”

You shook your head. That was a mistake. You could feel it in your bones that something was amiss there and the world around you could feel it. David’s blinking told you he was worried too. He’d never voice it, of course.

“We’ve got this. Besides,” you sighed. “What’s the worse that can happen?”

When the vehicle came into view, the tow hadn’t arrived yet. Dispatch had described it accurately and the car that must have called it in was stationed just in front of it. It was one of those mini vans with the stick families on the back—the goody-two-shoes and pricks at the same time.

“Shit,” David mumbled as he realized the family was there and no inside of their car. The dad was wearing khakis and a red polo tucked in with a black belt. A certain goody-two-shoes.

“Why can’t civilians just trust we will deal with it?” You unbuckled yourself and grabbed a pad of paper from the glove box. There was no pen attached and as you felt around your jacket, you didn’t have one either.

“Got a pen?” You asked Loki who made one appear out of thin air it seemed. He handed it to you, grazing your fingers with it.

You wondered if he knew that even the slightest touch sent you swirling inside.

“Thanks.”

“I take back what I said earlier,” he commented as he undid his own belt. “Only one of us can do our job right.” He looked in your eyes. “You always forget a pen.”

And then he opened the door without looking for traffic and exited the vehicle. Fuck him and his smug, attractive face. You gladly would if given the chance.

David put on his best friendly face and reassured the caller that he didn’t need to be there. His kid was tapping on the glass, ignoring your kind redirection because mom too was peaking through.

“What do you think it is officer?” She asked.

“Detective,” you corrected. “And we aren’t sure it. But it may not be safe so please, ma’am, if you and your child would please step away from the vehicle.”

The boy who couldn’t have been more than five continued to tap on the glass.

“Maybe it’s weed,” she commented like it was a sin of the darkest kind. “You know those kids these days are just such potheads. I smell it all the time in our neighborhood.”

“Well it sometimes mimics the smell of a skunk, too. If you smell it enough you can tell the difference.”

You looked over to David who was flexing his fingers in agitation. The man, her husband, was dragging on the conversation beyond it’s time of death.

“Son,” you called out to the kid. “Please stop tapping on the glass.” The kid, blonde with red hues ignored you.

Another thud, followed by another, and another. You approached the kid and grabbed his arm.

“Did you hear me?” You asked him sternly and suddenly his mother became a wasp.

“Excuse me!” She scolded loudly. David turned his head and the father went silent. “Keep your hands off my son!”

“Ma’am,” you started but the kids other hand melded into a fist and punched the glass. A five year old, as inhuman as it appeared, cracked the car glass.

“Get your son away from the car,” David barked. The woman approached you and took her sons balled up fist.

“I will be calling your supervisor,” she told you. You were shaking in your boots, if the threat was the size of a mouse.

“Please,” you tasked her. “I’m sure he would love to hear your feedback.”

She roughly removed her son from the car as your ear picked up the sound of the glass cracking further. The car window was shattering in seconds. The line had crawled all the way to the top—inching like an icicle ready to break off a roof.

David cut away from the man and approached you as you stared at the glass.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “What the-“

The glass shattered before he could get any words out. Inside, the smoke began to disperse and escape out the window, quickly invading your senses and David’s.

A cough came first, then the burning.

“Holy shit,” you wheezed. The white gas lingered around your space as somewhere, David yelled at the family to leave and as soon as the tires yielded tracks on the pavement, David was ushering you away from the gas.

He figured the car was too close so he walked you down into the field on the opposite side of the highway. Just a cornfield that was being prepared for summer, there was nothing as the air began to clear and you heaved over yourself.

You coughed heavily, David too but less so than you. He didn’t take the brunt of it but his eyes stung and hot as his lungs did. It wasn’t a drug he’d ever had, nor knew of.

“Shit,” you winced in pain. Your hands went to your eyes and squeezed them shut. “My eyes, fuck—Loki, there’s a bottle of water in the car.”

“Yeah,” he coughed. He grabbed at your face. Both of his hands were hot on your cheeks as they tried to turn your head toward his own. He wanted you to open your eyes, to see what might have happened but you couldn’t because all at once, the senses of his touch overwhelmed you.

It was blistering, like touching a hot stove with no glove. Your shoulders shook but he felt it too because he let go the moment it got too hot.

“Water,” you wheezed. “Get the water, please!”

He ran off and your continued to rub your eyes. Beads of sweat trickled down your neck and through your shirt that you wanted to rip off your body. Everything was getting too hot and it truly wasn’t that hot outside.

You could hear the car door slam close and his heavy boots running back to you.

“Here.” He unscrewed the cap and held it out to you as you tried to peel your eyes open.

“You gotta do it,” you told him. “I-they burn so bad, David. Goddamn it.”

“I know,” he assured because his eyes burned too. But it was subsiding into something worse. He could feel it in his trousers that for some fucking, god-awful reason he was pitching a boner with no reason to. He wasn’t aroused in any particular fashion and there was nothing remotely sexy about the situation.

He helped pour the water over your eyes and he was mesmerized. The water cascading down your face, over your lips, and onto your neck was enticing. It excited him and confused him in the same moment because the erection and grown fast. It ached like none he’d ever had before.

“Come on,” he put a hand on your back and through your clothes it scorched.

“No!” You shouted at him, grabbing the bottle from his hand and pouring it all out your face.

“We gotta go,” he said your name in a plea that was different from the rest of him. He was always stoic and fierce and mean but he was pleading with you. “We gotta go.”

“The tow,” you reminded him. “We have to be here for the tow.”

“Fuck the tow. I’m getting us out of here while we can still see.”

And he put a forceful hand on the back of your jacket and all but dragged you to the car. He kept his distance, not wanting to accidentally bump into you. He held open your door and shut it tightly before rushing over to his side, removing his jacket, and sitting down with it over his lap.

Your eyes were open now. Beat red like you had smoked six joints but your face was glistening. David glanced down at your lips as the words came spilling out of your mouth but he heard none of them.

He just needed to get you both the fuck out of there.

The car tumbled across the highway and it was a few minutes in when you realized David had put the sirens on. You were burning. The insides of your body were on fire and the heavy breathing that you couldn’t help was one of the few sounds beyond the car you could hear. David’s hands were white-knuckling the steering wheel but there was an odd, given silence that you weren’t sure was supposed to exist.

You shifted in the seat and were quick to realize that you were not doing that again. The fabric of your blue uniform pants rubbed against your underwear slightly and sent a jolt through your entire body. It tingled, the most beautiful way at the worst time.

Instead of leaving, however, the tingle stayed. And it grew and grew until your hands found purchase on the tops of your thighs and crumbled the extra fabric into clumps. Palms sweaty, you couldn’t help the panic that surged through you as the arousal rose within.

You took a sideways glance at Loki as he sped faster and weaved through the little traffic on the highway. Sweat trickled from his forehead and a line of it fell beside the end of his brow. You had a crude thought of licking it off him and turned away, clutching the fabric tighter.

But the heat didn’t go away. The ached inside of you. You closed your eyes to imagine something other than the feeling and the road and the smoke but when you shut your eyes, all you could envision was David fucking you into oblivion and everything would be fine.

So, you opened them again and tried not to repeat the image as much as your body wanted you to.

“H-how are you feeling?” David rasped as he sped off the highway and onto a town street. You weren’t too far from the station. You didn’t know why he wasn’t taking you to the hospital.

“Hot,” you replied honestly. “My body is on fire.”

“Mine too.”

“I can’t fucking concentrate on anything.”

“Me either,” he admitted. As you approached a red light, he pressed his hand into the horn and you shifted again, holding onto the handle above your door and before you could help yourself, a gasped moan left your lips.

You trembled at the afterthought. Your fingers shook as your thighs quaked and the overwhelming urge to relieve yourself was astounding.

“What the fuck was what?” Loki asked you as the car cleared the intersection.

“What?” You nearly wailed. “What was what?”

“That goddamn sound,” he berated your name and moved the jacket in his lap. He could feel a spot in his briefs from where he’s left it a bit wet.

“I don’t know. I feel like I’m losing control of my body.”

“Describe it,” he ordered. “Tell me.”

“I-“ you stuttered. “I don’t know…” It came out quiet. “I am so hot and I can’t feel anything other than—“ you stopped short.

“What? Can’t feel anything other than what?”

“I’m not going to say it,” you threw your head back against the rest. “But goddamnit I need you to fucking hurry up, Loki. I need you to hurry up.”

“Do you feel like you’re going to die?”

You laughed. Yes, you actually did.

“Yeah,” you couldn’t help the strain in your voice. “I feel like I’m gonna die.”

“Me too.”

You peaked over at him again and the car sped up. Your eyes trailed his body and recognized now the jacket on his lap. Although he kept both hands on the wheel, the jacket was maneuvered too specifically and even in your state, you could see it.

“What do you feel like?” You asked him. He shook his head. David didn’t bother responding.

You took a plunge and crossed your legs together; the beat of your heart pounding at your core. You slapped a hand over your mouth so no sounds would come out. Squeezing your legs together wasn’t ideal but you had to. You’d die if you didn’t.

The relief was almost instant but when you moved them freely again, the pain, or heat, came back worse than before.

Shit.

In the distance, you could see the station and knew if you could get into one of the showers, you could finish yourself off quickly. Loki could have read your mind as he nearly jumped the curb to make it to the parking lot.

“Jesus,” you squealed as he slammed onto the break and as quick as he could, he exited the vehicle and ran inside without helping you out. He had taken the jacket with him and laid it over his front.

Holy shit. It’s a goddamn drug.

It took far too long for that sentiment to click into place. You’d read about them a few years ago and never fathomed it was make its way to Conyers. It was ridiculous. A sex drug.

And if your assumptions were correct with dispatch telling you the stolen vehicle was gang related, then this sex drug was meant to be the enemy, not a helpful tool in the toolbox.

Masturbating wasn’t going to help either of you.

You rapidly dislodged yourself out of the vehicle and tried not to think about the ache between your legs. As you sped through the lobby, the nice lady at the front desk, who’s name you couldn’t recall at the moment, looked incredibly concerned for yours, and David’s state of mind.

“Detective! Is everything alr-“

“Fine! Everything’s fine!” You shouted as you passed her and ran to the showers. You knew David was headed there too.

You raced through the precinct and pushed opened the locker room door so hard it hit the other wall with a deafening thud. One of the three showers was already on and David’s clothes scattered a trail to it. You locked the door which was only supposed to be used in emergencies.

David Loki was a strange man but messy wasn’t one of them. He took great care in himself, even if he didn’t care what others thought of him.

“Loki?” You called after him. You palmed at the buttons of your shirt and slowly undid them in a hesitant want. He didn’t answer.

“David?” You yelled a little louder as you got closer to his shower. The curtains, two sets, were closed and you couldn’t see a shadow of him. “I know what it is.”

You shrugged off your own jacket and began working at your shirt. Once your shirt was buttoned down enough, you struggled to get it off before moving to your pants. Your legs shook.

“It’s one of those aphrodisiac drugs that O’Malley gave a seminar about last year.”

You got closer and heard him murmuring to himself. You slipped off your pants and shoes and unclasped your bra.

“Da-“

Loki said your name strained. You could hear him working over himself quickly as the water cascaded over him.

“Stop fucking talking, it’s not helping.”

“Doing it yourself isn’t going to help.”

You slipped off your underwear and wanted so badly to finger yourself but restrained even if it began to hurt your body.

“You’re the last person I’d want to see me like this,” he groaned. “Fuck…”

There was something about his tone that made you not take it as offense. It was desperate, whiny in need and maybe it was the drugs but perhaps it wasn’t.

“I don’t know what those people did to it but it’s not supposed to be like this. It’s not supposed to be painful.”

“I know!” He shouted back. “I know it’s not—“ Loki let out a long moan as he finished on the other side. You clasped a hand onto the lockers and groped at your chest, nipples having pebbled a long time ago.

David was quick to see that his problem didn’t leave. It was still raging in front of him and he put his fist into the wall of the shower.

“What do we do?” He asked defeatedly as the pain of his erection was too much to hold. You hadn’t even touched yourself yet and somehow were holding it together better than he was.

“I think we both know the answer to that,” you admitted. “I’m sorry—I tried—“

“I know. It was that fuckin’ kid.”

The shower curtains began to pull back one and then the other. David’s head popped out before realizing you were fully nude and diverted his gaze.

“Christ!” He chastised. “Warn me next time!”

Next time.

“What’s it gonna be, Loki?”

“I don’t think we have a choice.”

“Could be a worse person, I guess.” You couldn’t say I have been infatuated with you for a few years now and I very much would like to fuck you.

“Yeah,” he agreed and looked at you. He drank you in. “I’m sorry it has to be this way.”

“Would there be any other?”

“I’d buy you dinner and drinks first,” in his pain he smiled slightly. You let go of the lockers and approached him. He opened the curtain and you could see the way his cock looked to be in pain just waiting to feel you. “And I usually don’t put out on the first date.”

“Bold of you to assume I do,” you told him. He walked back into the second half of the shower where the water was still running. You closed both of the curtains behind you as the cold water felt like a miracle on your skin.

“Do you need me to…” he trailed off.

“No,” you shook your head. “I just really need to fuck you now.”

Loki nodded and in an instant, he grabbed your face between his hands and planted his lips onto yours frantically. It was messy and erratic and unlike him but wholly him. He was as desperate as you, pulling you against him as his back met the wall of the shower and your hands caressed his body and traced the tattoos of his chest.

His cock was pressed in between you. You took your hand and wrapped it around him, his reaction taking you aback as he broke the kiss and leaned his head against yours. He still held it between his hands and moaned at your ministrations. It was better than his own but still not enough.

David pushed you back against the adjacent wall that the water was hitting. Your back was cold against the plastic covering and one of his hands traced down your body, gripping what he could and placing kisses along your collarbone and neck.

Your limbs were on fire. You ran a finger over his tip and gathered the wetness that seemed to never stop flowing from himself or from you. He reached for your leg and perched it onto his waist the best he could under the circumstances.

You met his eyes and nodded, reaffirming to him that it was alright and everything would be fine. And it would be if he hurried up.

Helping line him up at a perfect angle, you felt the tip of his cock swipe at your sensitive folds. It was breathtaking. So different from anyone else and it made your heart pound twenty times as fast. You let go of him to give over control and immediately, he eased into with little friction.

You were so beyond wet that you took him easy. He slipped in, feeling the mold of you give way to the pain the drug had caused and even if he stayed still and not moved, it would have been enough to feel normal. Yet, he couldn’t help himself. The feel of your plush walls were too much—too smooth and too lush to cause him to stop so he snapped his hips back and held your waist tight against the wall.

Loki pounded into you with a force. Feet slipping and hands searching for purpose, you held onto his broad shoulders tightly.

“Shit,” he grunted. “You feel so fucking good.”

Even if it was dubious, even if he was not in the most perfect state of mind, you treasured the sentiment.

He thrusted in and out, dragging out the time he’d spend going back into your pussy and even with the water pouring down around you, you could hear the sounds of your arousals meeting. At the thought of your combining juices, you cupped the side of his face and kissed him intensely. His lips met yours, fingers digging into your skin as your bodies heated release cam forth.

“I can’t last that long,” you mumbled underneath the sounds. Your fingers shook against his stubble and your legs were like hello. “I just can’t.”

“It’s fine,” he said breathlessly. “I won’t either.”

You nodded, pushing back his hair as he slowed for a second and the pain began to return.

“Flip me around,” you ordered. David searched your eyes for any kind of regret and found none.

He did as told. Slipping out of you, he turned you around in the shower and immediately you put your hands against the wall and stuck out your ass in his direction. Legs slightly spread, it was easier, he imagined, than the position he chose.

“Ok,” your voice was in the direction of the wall. “I’m good.”

“Yeah?” He offered. He took his dick in his hand again and pumped himself as he groped your ass now sprinkled with the water from the shower head. “Let’s finish this, hm?”

You hummed a reply. “Fuck me hard, Loki, and when we’re done, you can take me to that restaurant you always talk about.”

“Yes ma’am.” His breath was hot on your neck. He used his foot to separate you legs a bit more and maneuvered himself to enter you again. With you holding onto the wall, he took both his hands and grasped you hips so tight it’d leave a bruise and quickened his pace from before.

You groaned, gasping into the wall as you rested your forehead against the cool side. He was relentless in his mission; concentrated and forgetful of manners or his own truth. He let go. There was a sting of his body as your tailbone rammed against him, the feel of him so full inside of you relieving the burn and replacing it with something far worse: lust.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, leaning into you and letting his lips fall on the back of your shoulder. One of his hands slipped from you waist and intertwined with yours against the wall.

“I’m—“ you started as the toe curling sensation fluttered over you again. It was fast, not a mere minute of your cunt being filled did you feel the orgasm build and build. “I can’t, I can’t,” you repeated.

“Do it,” Loki’s voice was next to your ear. “Come for me, baby, come on… I’m right behind you.”

You squeaked as he hurried his motions. Like waves crashing into the side of a cliff, your orgasm blinded you in a white light. You squeezed your eyes shut and mouth hung open slightly. Your moan was elongated by his thrusts and your breathed heaved in your chest.

It was an exorcism of sorts—the drug leaving you and finding peace with the harshness of the sex you had.

As he promised, David wasn’t far behind. A fee thrusts later and he staggered, spilling himself inside of you with a hand on your back to steady you. He felt that white light too; cleared of the torment that wasn’t too bad after all.

The sound of the shower was all that masked your breaths as the feeling muted and reality set in. It was only then that you truly realized that you, a detective, fucked your coworker, your partner, in the showers at work mid-day on a Tuesday, without regard for being quiet.

You chuckled, then laughed. Loki didn’t know what to do or say, so he slipped out of your warmth and caressed your side. Even out of the haze, he left another kiss.

“So,” he cleared his throat. “Dinner?”

As always, thank you so much for taking the time to read my fic and any other fics that you choose to read of mine. Reblogs, comments, and likes are always very much appreciated. It keeps writers like me motivated—we all love to hear from you.

[yourlovingfng]

Simon Riley X Reader.

"You're staring"

"I don't trust you, Si."

In fact, you didn't trust Simon's driving skills, and whoever gave him his license should be put in jail because you've never seen another atrocious driver like him.

"What if we change seats? I'll drive this time."

"Don't worry, Dove. I'll drive us safely." Your instinct tells you otherwise, and now the person in the ambulance is telling you the same, "I told you we should've switched." With nothing to say, he just grumps in response, "It was a good call to step down; if I hadn't forgotten my purse, I would be next to you right now." He just grumps again in disappointment at himself. The car is getting towed out. You look at the tree Simon hit accidentally, just to sigh at the whole scene.

[diana-thyme]

Witchcraft and Cars

A small list of ideas of witchy things that you can do to your car. I hope this inspires you!

Keep a protection satchel in your car

Put road opening oil on the dashboard/outside of car/mirrors/seats/etc. to avoid traffic (not Abre Camino oil)

Put luck oil on the dashboard/outside of car/mirrors/seats/etc. to avoid accidents

Hang charms or spell bags on the rearview mirror

Keep crystals in cup holders/door pockets/glove box/etc.

Make steering wheel covers or mirror covers and enchant them

Making and/or enchanting window shades

Get air fresheners (vent or hanging) that correspond with your intents (scent or shape)

Use essential oils that correspond with your intents

Keeping a worry stone in the car

Keeping lucky things (rabbit feet, feathers, luck charms, etc.) in the car

Playing grounding/visualizing/whatever music that corresponds with your intents for the day

Keep a spell bag in your car to bring it back to you if it’s lost/stolen/towed

Keep a mini broom in your car (for protection and to clean it)

Create sigils to use in your car (drawing them on with writing utensils/water/oil, keeping a piece of paper with them written on it, etc.)

Enchant windows and mirrors to be more aware of the road and conditions

Keep a satchel to remember things (parking permits, your registration and license, your wallet, your keys, etc.)

Enchant coins for prosperity and easy access to parking or tolls

Get car washes to cleanse and purify your car or to banish unwanted energies (spirits, people, luck, etc.)

Keep a grounding spell in your car to always find your way home (never get lost!)

Keep a spare divination tool in your car just in case

Keep a voice recorder in your car to record any spiritual thoughts or ideas you may have and to keep your mind flowing

Enchant your steering wheel to turn easily

Enchant your mirrors to never go out of place

Manifest/pray/etc. in traffic or when having to wait in your car

Use colors from stickers, covers, decor, etc. in your car that correspond with your intent

Enchant your tires to never get stuck, never get you lost, never flat, etc.

Take random drives during slow hours to clear your mind or ground yourself

[repulsive-manwhore]

PREVIOUS CHAPTER HERE 🔗

"for fuck's sake, is there not a single goddamn radio station out here?"

something, anything to take your mind off the fact that you just did that shit to her.

"finally... that's better..."

yeah, better than having to drive in silence. nothing but your own sick twisted thoughts and "recent memories" bouncing around your brain like a ping pong ball.

📻 you are now tuning in to 96.5 WKLH, Milwaukee's Hometown Rock! 📻

thank god you brought an extra valium. you wouldn't even dare hum in front of a woman, let alone croon some radio rock to this bitch with her mouth taped shut in the back seat. but no worries, she's knocked out in the trunk, all wrapped up like a pretty little christmas gift. giving her that dose wasn't easy, but it was worth it. now you can just sit back, relax, and sing along to the soothing sounds of...

🎶 and i was standin' on the side of the road, rain pourin' on my shoe! 🎶

ugh, christ. really? bob dylan? like you'd know any of the lyrics to that shit. that voice could wake george washington from his grave it's so grating. but again, better than silence, right?

🎶 heading out for the east coast, lord knows i've paid my dues, getting through... 🎶

alright, 45 minute drive, you got this. just listen to the guitar, the drums, that's the best part of music anyways right? just gotta pay atte-... SHIT.

🎶 TANGLED UP IN BLUE... 🎶

and red... what the fuck, why is there a cop pulling you over? your belt's buckled, the car is registered... is there blood? did you smear her blood on the trunk i swear to god... okay he's coming over, just roll down the window and act cool...

"evening sir. do you know why i pulled you over by chance?"

"no sir, was i going over the speed limit?"

"nnnnope, not the reason... license and registration please?"

then what the fuck is he pulling you over for!? this better not just be some power tripping bullshit. not like he has any reason to pull you over if you were going 40 in the 35... not like there's an unconscious, beaten, half naked woman in the back of your sedan or anythi-

"your taillight is busted. don't worry i'm not gonna be a dickhead and get your shit towed. it's late anyways, you look exhausted, i don't wanna have to do all that paperwork. i'm just gonna write you a ticket, pay the fine in court on the written date alright pal?"

of course she cracked the taillight, that dumb cunt wouldn't stop thrashing around.

"fuck, i didn't even see that. my apologies officer."

"no problem, have a good ni-"

BANG!

fuck...

"...sir? i'm gonna need you to get out of the vehicle... and open the trunk of your ca-"

BANG!

this stupid fucking bitch oh my god this stupid brainless fucking cunt WHY DID SHE THINK THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA AS IF THAT WOULD GET HER OUT OF IT AS IF... okay... okay... okay, get your fucking shit together dude, get it together... get it together... oh to hell with getting it together you just shot a fucking cop in the head you are so unbelievably fucked they're gonna bury you under the prison.

"where are my keys where are my FUCKING KEYS!!!"

they're in the ignition you moron now turn the engine and DRIVE.

"fuck... fuck... oh my god... oh my god i fucking killed him... i fucking killed that motherfucker... oh my god..."

just drive. radio back on. like nothing happened. like his blood isn't on your hands. you just have to wash them clean now. and you need to make sure she never, ever tries to escape again.

volume up... juuuust driveeeee...

🎶 TANGLED UP IN BLUEEEE! 🎶

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