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2025-01-13
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2025-01-18
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and it was always you, truck x2

Summary:

two trucks fucking

Notes:

what have i done

disclaimer i've never had mlm and/or truck sex and certainly never will

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1

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He looks up at him, and they lock headlights. His hood flushes slightly.

The truck's eyes fill with passion, his lust and heat overloading the engine thrumming deep within him.

He bends down to lock grilles with his lover.

He tries to take his time, peppering the other truck with kisses up and down his windshield. He reaches his lover's tailgates and his lover shudders with tension.

But this truck is a Ford, and Fords can never take anything slowly. His speedometer threatened to break. He can't take this anymore.

He looks down at the other truck, headlights blinking gently, silently asking permission to enter. Radiator fluid drips down his a/c condenser.

Their metal outsides clink together in perfect harmony with their metal insides.

Only a thin grease rag emblazoned with the word "Trojan" separated his bumper and his radiator, and he couldn't stand it.

Neil-be-damned if he would let the threat of a child cause any space to grow between them.

He ripped off the grease rag, and his lover looked back at him with only love in his eyes.

The Ford made him turn back around with a kiss to the tailgate, and they continued long into the night.

Chapter 2: neil cicierega be damned (/j i love lemon demon)

Summary:

enjoy more truckfuck 2 eletric booglaloo

Notes:

IF I EVER WRIIIIITE ANY SONGS ABOUT BEING A ROCK STAR slap me please alriiiight cause that aint me

uh subtext cause i feel like i didnt write this good they wanted truck children

first to find all the lemon demon refs ill add whoever you want as a guest appearance

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They're back where it all started. He looks down at him again.

Unlike last time, his windshield filled with evidence of disappointment, brimming to the edge with washer fluid.

It dripped off, rolling down his hood, splashing the other truck in the face.

His lover's headlights blinked up at him, almost equally as sad.

Trucks had to work harder than most to portray emotions, but these two had been together for so long it was almost second nature.

Despite trying so hard, nothing had come of their entanglements. Well, actually, something had come, but nothing had arrived.

His headlights flick over to the long-since-discarded silver packet. His radiator cover. He contemplated its use, wishing he had maybe worked a little smoother, and his muscles had involuntarily flexed more.

He sighs, and looks down at the face of his lover, his radiator no longer thrumming in anticipation.

His lover just looked back up at him, blinking his headlights slowly, as if asking if now was not the time. He was patient, almost maddeningly slow, as he reached out a door up to his partner's face.

The top truck hears a whisper through the air. American made. Built Ford tough.

The whisper gets louder. Two beautiful murder machines. American angels in the sky. Grown men cry.

A bright light over takes the two of them. Brighter than he had ever seen. Brighter than his lovers eyes as he had thought about their future together.

The light grows. And grows. And the truck prays. Harder than he's ever prayed before. If anyone anywhere heard him, he would be delighted.

Amnesia with her beautiful eyes, or Cabinet Man with his predisposed madness. Even The Ultimate God of Ultimate Destiny would probably save him from whatever this light could be.

The light cleared. An average-looking white man stood in the center. His glasses flashed, reminding the truck of some show he'd watched.

He looked up at the truck. His hand outstretched towards the stacked trucks.

"Enjoy."

The truck below him gasped. His lover's eyes filled up with pain. His hub convulsed, steadily growing.

As the average-looking white man slowly blinked out of existence, faint music followed him.

He pointed to the seemingly ever-growing hub. I have a vision of a man-made object. I have the money. I have the means.

The hub stopped, leaving the bottom truck full of life.

Both truck's were dripping washer fluid now. Authentic tears flowed out of them as they thought about each other.

They turned to thank what they assumed must be their god, but all that was left was a little logo, smooth and inoffensive, filled with DNA and corporate colors.

The trucks could take a break from what they most enjoyed and focus on the next chapter of their lives.

Two trucks were temporarily no longer having sex, one overcome with emotion, and one filled with child.

Notes:

lemon demon are so cool i wish it were real

probably not another chapter unless i am Bribed by comments

comment ur favorite lemon demon song (no two trucks doesn't count) mine is being a rock star and/or cabinet man and/or ivanushka and/or redesign your logo

Notes:

in the future they have little truck kids