#sam reid#interview with the vampire#the vampire lestat#iwtv
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Sty got new tires and honest to god the tread on them is so so so attractive. I literally have the hottest car in the world, I’m so lucky.
I’m gonna be buffing him out this next week. I got new buffing pads for him and I’m gonna get his headlights sparkling and grind the rest of that rust off his fender. Do a bit of body fill with fiberglass and paint him up all pretty and he’ll be ready for that pearl wrap.
Megs shift //
God I want to slip my fingers in the dips of Rod’s hips and grip him hard so that he moans and pitches that cute little figure of his forward. I’d put my full weight on his back until he’s pinned to the floor, pathetic and whining, begging to be railed. My teeth wrapped around the back of his neck, fangs pricking into the fragile tubing on the sides of his throat. Scared and needy and loving everything I do to him. All mine.
The most disappointing part of joining the TF fandom was finding out most people are here for robot fucking not car fucking. Like come on, they’re literally out here wearing cars like ripped up lingerie. Helloooo? Awoooga and all that???
Cannot recommend getting one of those inflatable dicks more if you want to imagine yourself being railed by a divorced cop car at 5am on a work night. I’ve just always imagined Prowl as having some sort of an inflatable spike. It’s trying to prevent you from running away once the post nut regret kicks in. You WILL just lay there glued to his cock while he stares at you, calculating if he’s now in love with you or not, for the next 30 minutes.
Rewind shift //
I’ve always wanted to tie Dominus up by his ankles high enough that only his shoulder blades and head are touching the ground. He’d be glaring up at me with the most embarrassed blush on his face, both his second head on his chest and his main one trying to look all defiant. But he’d already have his valve hatch open. And he’d already be dripping. I’d love to watch those little paws he always tries so hard to hide twist and kick at the binds fruitlessly. His coattail tails flicking back and forth in front of his exposed cunt. Challenging me. No, ushering me to continue. An image obsessed, uptight politician reduced to a cock sleeve for the afternoon. I bet he’s a screamer when he’s having fun.
