Long time no see
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A few months have passed.
All of my pains have nearly become unnoticed. Ravage, Soundwave's cat, has taken a huge liking to me.
Currently, I was in the front seat of the beautiful police mustang.
"Barricade?" I said softly, yawning.
"What?" He asked in a tired voice.
"Maybe we should go stay at a hotel. We are miles away from the base..." He sighed through his vents, grumbling lowly. The car vibrated with the grumbles.
"Good idea." He took a sudden turn and pulled up to a hotel.
"But- we didn't book a room!" I suddenly yelled.
"We don't need to book rooms. We get what we want."
I nodded and smiled.
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We made it to our room after fighting over whether we should get a 1 bed or a 2 bed, and after fighting off security.
I sunk into the bed, smiling when Barricade laid next to me. I sat up and took my shirt off, then changed into a tank top, then changed into sweatpants, I saw Barricade send me a smirk.
"What?" I asked. He chuckled.
"You're so attractive for a human."
I blushed.
"Yeah? Well you're so attractive for a police car." He smirked more and kissed me. I kissed back and wrapped my arms around his neck.
He deepened the kiss, pulling me onto his holoform's lap, making me straddle him. I moaned softly and began to gently rub against him. He gasped slightly, then pinned me down, which made me smirk.
"Aww, poor Barricade is upset!" I teased. I was only now realizing he was bleeding.
"Hey, what happened?" I added.
"None of your business. Get some sleep."
"No! Tell me what happened!" He growled at my intense urge to know.
"Sleep!!" He yelled.
I flinched and sighed, turning so I wasn't facing him, then closed my eyes. I felt Barricade lay down and get ready to sleep as well.
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Barricade x Reader • Flashing Lights •
Hayran KurguY/n got a new job after being fired from her last one. Her new job is joining the police force. What she doesn't know, is that this is no ordinary police force. And her assigned police car, a mustang, is no ordinary car. What will happen when she re...
