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'*•♡Finding Space In Your Heart ♡•*'

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02 - Revved And Ready

Pairing - Biker/Roommate!Bakugou x Fem!Reader

An - AHH! Thanks for so much love on part one, here's the next one, lmk how you like it! xoxox

Summary - After Kirishima moves in with his girlfriend, Mina, Bakugou finds himself in need of a new roommate. He’s on the hunt for someone who can tolerate his loud (and expensive) Ducati, his odd hours at the mechanic shop, and who is fairly tidy and able to pay their share of the rent. After having no luck finding the right person, his long-time friends Mina and Kirishima suggest an old friend of Mina's—enter you, a young professional writer looking for a place to live during your partnership with a publishing company.

Notes/warnings - Qurikless AU, aged up characters, slight flirting, Slow build up (eventual smut).

wrds - 1.9k

01 , 03

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How the hell did I get here? you wonder to yourself.

You’re currently seated on Bakugou’s Ducati, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Your chest is pressed against his back, feeling the hard muscles shift with every movement. The rumble of the engine vibrates through your body, adding to the adrenaline rush.

He hadn’t planned on taking anyone on his bike tonight, so he gave you his helmet. Despite not drinking, he felt a strange, fluttery sensation in his stomach. The way you were clutching onto him, the way your body pressed against his—it was driving him wild. His initial plan was driven by a raw surge of attraction, a visceral response to your beauty and proximity. His heart pounded, and he couldn’t shake the thought of your body so close to his.

As he revved the engine, you tightened your grip, your fingers digging into his sides. The night air was cool against your skin, contrasting with the heat radiating from his body. Every turn, every acceleration brought you closer, your thighs gripping the bike, the wind whipping past you both.

This ride was supposed to be practical, a simple trip to show you the apartment, but with every mile, the tension between you grew. When he finally pulled up to his apartment, he cut the engine and sat there for a moment, feeling your heartbeat against his back. Reluctantly, you released him and removed the helmet, your hair falling in disarray. He turned to you, his eyes dark with a mix of intensity and something else—a hunger he tried to suppress.

“Ready, princess?” he asked, his voice rough.

You nodded, your own pulse quickening as you followed him inside, knee trying not to buckle at his new nickname for you. The quiet of the building was a stark contrast to the noise of the bar and the ride. The elevator ride to his floor was silent, the tension between you palpable.

When you reached his apartment, he unlocked the door and gestured for you to enter first. The place was impressive—spacious, with an open layout and large windows that offered a stunning view of the city. The decor was minimalistic but stylish, a mix of dark colors and sleek furniture. It was much tidier than you had expected, and you felt a sense of relief.

“It’s really nice,” you said, genuinely impressed. “Definitely better than I expected.”

“Yeah, s’alright,” he replied bluntly. “Spare room’s down the hall. Want to see it?”

You nodded, following him as he led you to the room. It was a decent size, with a large window and a good amount of closet space. You could easily see yourself living there.

“This’ll work,” you said, turning to him. “It’s perfect, actually.”

“Good,” he said, stepping closer. “We can sort shit out later. S’yours if you want it.”

"Thank you, Bakugou," you added sincerely, meeting his gaze. "I mean it. You're really helping me out of a tough spot here."

A flicker of something softer passed through his eyes before he masked it with his usual gruff demeanor.

"Yeah, well, don't mention it," he mumbled, almost uncomfortably. He turned abruptly, leading you back to the living room, but the atmosphere had shifted slightly, now tinged with a new, albeit subtle, camaraderie.

As both of you took a seat on the couch, sinking into the soft cushions, he found himself increasingly drawn to your voice, your stories. Initially driven by a simple physical attraction, Bakugou was now grappling with an unexpected shift in his feelings. The more you spoke, the more he found himself genuinely interested in what you had to say—something he hadn't anticipated at all.

“So, why’d you take this job?” Bakugou asked, his tone still blunt but with a hint of curiosity.

You leaned back, thinking for a moment. “I’ve always wanted to be a writer. It’s been a dream of mine since I was a kid. When this opportunity came up, I couldn’t say no, even if it meant moving and dealing with all the stress.”

He nodded, considering your words. “Better be worth all the trouble it’s giving ya.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “What about you? Why’d you move here?”

He shrugged, leaning back against the couch. “Needed a change. This place is close to my shop, and the city has its perks. Plus, wanted a fresh start.”

You could sense there was more to his story, but you didn’t push. “It’s a good place for a fresh start.”

“Yeah,” he said, his eyes meeting yours with a fervor that made your heart skip a beat. Each minute spent in conversation with you subtly shifted his initial intentions, replacing lust with a genuine connection that surprised him as much as it intrigued him.

As the conversation continued, you noticed how easy it was to talk to him. The initial tension slowly gave way to a more comfortable, natural flow. You laughed at his blunt remarks and shared your own stories, feeling a connection grow between you. Bakugou seemed to struggle with his words a few times, his rough exterior cracking just slightly as if he wanted to keep the conversation going but wasn’t sure how. You caught him glancing at you, opening his mouth to speak, then closing it again.

Before you could respond, your phone buzzed with a message from Mina, asking where you both ran off to and reminding you of the time. You sighed, realizing you had to leave.

“I should probably get going,” you said, standing up reluctantly.

“I’ll take you,” Bakugou replied, his tone firm but almost disappointed. He walked you to the door, the tension between you still thick and heavy.

As you turned to thank him, he stepped closer, his gaze intense. “Let me have your number,” he paused, then added in a low voice, “Make things easier.”

You quickly swapped phones, entering your contact details. His fingers brushed against yours as you handed the phones back, the brief touch sending a shiver down your spine.

He followed you back down to his bike, the ride home quieter and more reflective. The city lights flickered by, and you held onto him just as tightly, but this time with a sense of anticipation and excitement about what was to come.

When he pulled up to your place, you climbed off the bike, feeling the cool night air once again. You slowly handed him the helmet, not wanting the night to end.

Bakugou looked like he wanted to say something more, but he simply took the helmet. “Thanks for the ride,” you said softly.

“S’no problem,” he replied, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before he rode off into the night.

As you headed inside, you couldn’t help but smile, knowing that this was just the start of something new and exciting.

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In the days that followed, contact between you and Bakugou went from occasional to constant as you discussed logistics and plans for your move. Your conversations, initially about practical matters like furniture arrangements and lease agreements, gradually ventured into more personal territory. Your friends were delighted to hear that you and Bakugou were able to help each other out. 

You packed up your things, taking care to wrap each memory in bubble wrap, and finally shared the great news with your parents. They were overjoyed to learn of your upcoming move and the new chapter it heralded. With their blessing and a few heartwarming encouragements, you felt ready to take this significant step.

The day of the move came faster than you had anticipated. Bakugou showed up early in the morning, his shop’s truck loaded with empty boxes and packing supplies. As you loaded each box, the physical proximity and shared tasks created a pace that made the hours fly by. However, there were moments, fleeting yet charged, when your hands brushed while passing a box or your eyes met and lingered a fraction too long over a shared joke. Each accidental touch sent a jolt of awareness through you, the air thick with something unspoken.

Bakugou, surprisingly adept at handling your belongings with care, made the process smoother than you had imagined. He directed the placement of your bed and desk, occasionally brushing past you, his presence unsettlingly warm. Each time he came close, the scent of his cologne, a mix of leather and something indefinably masculine, seemed to draw you in, making it hard to focus on the task at hand.

Moving into the new apartment was a whirlwind of activity. Bakugou was surprisingly helpful, lifting the heaviest boxes as if they were filled with feathers and deftly assembling furniture with the skill of a seasoned craftsman. He moved with a confident grace that was all too captivating. His forearms flexed as he tightened screws, and every so often, he'd look up to catch you watching, a half-smirk forming on his lips as if he knew exactly the effect he had on you.

The day passed in a flash, with both of you setting up the essential spaces. By evening, the apartment looked more like home. As you both stood in the middle of your living room, a sense of accomplishment washed over you. Bakugou wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and instinctively darted his tongue out to moisten his dry lips. Watching him, you couldn’t help but be captivated by his beauty, desire stirring within you. 

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” you replied, breaking the silence, genuinely grateful for his help. “Thanks, Bakugou.”

He shrugged, a casual gesture that belied the effort he had put in. “Just don’t make me regret it, yeah?”

You laughed, and he cracked a small grin, the atmosphere light and easy. However, the air between you was charged, each laugh and glance weaving a deeper web of intimacy. As you both sat down on the couch, taking in the view of the city through your large windows, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the room. The transition from being just acquaintances to roommates had begun seamlessly, with each day bringing a deeper understanding of one another. As night fell and the city lights flickered to life, you knew with certainty that moving in with Bakugou was not just a practical decision, but one that might just redefine the path of your friendship, hinting at desires that were becoming harder to ignore.

Exhausted yet satisfied with the day's efforts, you decided to freshen up. Standing in front of the mirror, brushing your hair while clad only in your underwear, you were lost in thought when Bakugou, thinking to offer some towels, inadvertently opened the door, which you forgot to lock. Steam billowed out, enveloping him as his eyes locked onto yours. The initial shock quickly gave way to a smoldering look of desire. His pants tightened at the sight of you, his throat went dry, and although he struggled, he managed to maintain a steady voice.

“Nice panties, princess,” he remarked, his voice low and firm, his intense gaze not wavering. He leaned casually against the doorframe, unabashedly taking in the view.

"Seriously, Bakugou?" you responded, your tone a mix of amusement and mild rebuke. You tugged the door towards you to shield yourself more fully, yet his gaze remained locked with yours.

"Didn't mean to startle you," he continued, his voice now laced with a playful apology and a hint of mischief. "But I'm not complaining. It's not every day I get greeted like this." He flashed a roguish grin, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Finally, he stepped back, giving you space to close the door completely. His chuckle lingered in the air, a rich sound that echoed down the hall as he retreated. As you closed the door with a soft click, the brief encounter sparked a shared excitement, both of you eager to discover what the future held for your new living arrangement.

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[crybabytoy59]

If you’re willing too open your little heart pt1.

I remember that day as if it was yesterday one message a simple one….

“Pleased too meet you am a single mother of one and just looking to find someone to share our kink with…”

Weeks of fantastic dialogue passed between us laughter, seriously deep conversation, over both my stories and her love of wishing to be a Dominant to a sissy little…. 

The bdsm thing was not for her. but she told me she truly got why I held a need too let go of years of tears help pent us inside….

Her name was Susan..

A 5’7” beautiful woman with flowing dark brown hair down over her shoulders to a powerful frame from being a swimmer in her early life, she had kept her figure well…

But it was her eyes deep green orbs that punched into your very soul as she smiled that big warm smile she beamed from her high cheek bones !!

Turned out we had lots in common with each other…

But for me she held one huge attraction she loved motorcycles ! 

So after weeks passed I finally plucked up the courage to ask her to meet up with me for a days riding….

That day was so special I had taken her to a local bike shop to pick out bike gear, this she was Very reluctant to take from me…

But after some pleading eyes and genuine wish for her safety Susan accepted my offer ….

She stood a picture of beautiful womanhood in black leather pants a top of the line adventure jacket and a helmet & gloves to match mine ! 

That I was so happy Susan insisted we had them matching it felt very personal !…

The bike shop fitted an intercom to her helmet so we could chat with each other…

We spent a day in the Scottish highlands riding that day....

It was truly wonderful as we chattered on the intercom over both the views and amazing roads though the glens…

We stopped at one of my favourite cafes for lunch over looking over a loch, I loved the intimacy that place felt sat in a corner table watching the sparkle of the sun off the water dance on Susan’s face made me smile, Susan lent over to me teasing me...

“Why the little smile you ?”

I looked right at her and softly told her what I was thinking ..

“The light dancing from the water is giving your beauty more radiance Susan you are so beautiful I can’t believe am sitting here with you”

OMG I thought how cheesy 🤯

But Susan took my hand you have a wonderful way with words they are truly genuine little one”

I blushed as the waitress came to take our order.....

After a lovely lunch we set off, agin catting over so many things that the day simply flew bye. On the last part of the run Susan put her hands under my jacket hugging into me It felt so tender I simply didn’t want the ride too End !

9pm I dropped her off as she hugged me warmly kissing my cheek she spoke to me …

“Thank you for everything today I have had a wonderful day little one !”

I blushed slightly again at her referring to me as “little one” as she had mentioned my little side at lunch earlier…

But something happened I genuinely didn’t expect I started Welling up ! 

I tried to look away but Susan turned me around lifting my chin to her...,

“Hey it’s ok I have you little one… Deep breath and we will get there ok ?”

I nodded with a knot in my throat as I couldn’t speak putting my helmet on I started the Ducati back up as It roared back into life she walked up the door stairs to her home…

I let out the clutch did a blind spot check then pulled away….

To my surprise I heard Susan’s voice in my helmet? …

Unbeknownst to me in her house she had put the helmet back on ! 

“Now listen very carefully No talking or Mommy will be angry with you baby…Pull over now and park once you do I want you to blow mommy a kiss  !”

She said …

I found a good place to stop only 200 yards from her home….

Then blew her a 💋..

“Good baby Mommy likes when you do as told first time… 

Now I know your upset right now but mommy wants you to know she has looked into your heart and if it’s genuinely what that heart desires Mommy Will regress you back to a baby… 

So go home and rest up my little one Mommy will send you instructions once you are home to what she wants of you tonight…. Off you go baby ride safety ! 💋”…

As I started the bike back up shaking over what had just happened I was crying tears of true happiness only a genuine submissive little would understand…..

Life had Not passed me bye I had truly found someone who understood my little heart….❤️ 

At home I messaged to say I had arrived safely ...

Almost instantly she text me back....

“Clever little one now strip and shower for Mommy....”

I didn’t need asked twice as I jumped into the hot shower from the day’s riding washing the sweat off....

Hitting the off button the shower stopped as I dried off I lifted my mobile too a second message ...

“Bedtime little one into a terry and plastic pants then your Crybaby grow for mommy please...message once your ready to go down baby”

As I got ready I was Very excited over doing this for mommy Susan ! As I closed the Nappy clinging to the white Nappy cream had me twitching !...

On with my rubber pants and baby grow...

Susan had messaged again....

Mommy wants you too do one last thing for her Ok baby girl ?”

I was lost now as she was calling me her baby girl ! 

I text back..

“Wess Mommy”

I want you to fill 4 pint tumblers with a few ice cubes in each then fill with water, drink the first in one for Mommy this you Will record on your mobile then send it to your mommy off you go !”

I did as she asked of me downing cold ice water made my nose hurt !...

After sending that clip, another message came..

Clever baby next glass half...then wait two min’s and drink the other half again you will record this for mommy...off you go! “

The second pint was harder but made easier by the wee rest....

Again I sent the clip...

“ Clever baby girl you are for your mommy...now the next one please in four parts, sit on your Botty this time leggies out Wide and No moving just be a good girl and swallow it All down off you go !”....

I did as told Now aware I needed to go quite badly now...wincing as I spread my legs for her on camera !...

This pint was quite uncomfortable to drink as I felt bloated from the cold water.

But I desperately wanted to please Susan so forced my self too drink past the pain...

Sending the clip to her something strange happened she didn’t reply for nearly 15mins ?

“Clever baby girl mommy is very proud of you...Now I want you to Sit there and wet your Nappy for your mommy do Not move sit there ! Off you go !”

OMG I didn’t know if I could in my current state of excitement !

But a few big pushes later I flooded the terry and the plastic plants but they held thankfully....

Panting now I sent the clip...

“My my what a beautiful sight you are wetting for your mommy she is very excited to have such a clever and Obedient baby girl !”

I was in little heaven as mommy explained the last glass was to be for bed time ! 

I had to crawl to my bedroom and put a cut plastic in bag over a towel to sleep on incase I wet through…

In bed I drank the last slowly as she sent me a list of items I was too purchase tomorrow for my baby training.

Waterproof mattress cover for a single bed as you will not be sleeping  in your room anymore instead the spare room.

Fetish Rubber pants that seal completely.

Chocolate flavour laxatives.

7 White beach towels as fluffy as you can purchase.

Mittens and booties from this site in your favourite colour. (Susan sent a link)

6 make an appointment with your dentist to have an upper and lower bite guard made to fit you ….

Now Down too sleep baby princess Mommy loves you 💝

That night was a good sleep but the few times I woke to wetting my terry by morning I was sodden and glad of the plastic sheet & towel as I had leaked and my grow was wet ! ….

Looking groggy at my phn there was a message from Mommy Susan …

“Good morning sweetpee up we get shower time for baby .. But first put your grow in the wash then put your towel into a  bag squeeze out all the air then put it into a cupboard.

I did as she asked not questioning her ask of me as I genuinely didn’t want this too stop ! 

At work I was on cloud nine ! …

The day seemed to drag on as I had No contact from Susan ? Perhaps she was having second thoughts.,,

But at 4:30 as I finished work a message came ..

“Now baby time to go shopping for mommy off you go you have two hours then you Will be home and in your nappies for the evening No eating !”

I set off in the car to pick up the things she asked for I went too M&S as guessed they would sell quality towels I was not disappointed ! 

They were huge and very fluffy !

As I was there I went to pick up baby powder and or barrier cream … they did a large tub so I bought two, along with a large tub of Vaseline Next was the bed department for the mattress cover.

A visit too boots I found chocolate hot drink laxative buying a few.

I looked at my watch in the queue !

Shit It was 4:40 ! ….

Panicking slightly I thought calm down Sarah won’t know ….

On my drive home I had too stop as she messaged me are you home baby ? 

I replied yes as that was at least a half truth as I was in my road.

“Ok get ready for bed and message Mommy  !”

Her message seemed a bit short ? 

But I took all inside and got ready, again showering and into my new terry beach towel. It felt fantastic and was very full my plastic pants were stretching to there limits…my baby grow was also at full stretch and I had too waddle ..

I hit send on my phone to tell my new Mommy I was ready..

Sarah messaged me back …

“Now baby princess Mommy is Very unhappy with her baby can you tell me why ?”

This took me bye surprise as what had I done wrong ? My list ? 

But mommy I purchased the items at lunchtime today? And booked an appointment?

“That was a clever girl..But that’s not why mommy is angry with You ! Tell Your Mommy Now ! Or she Will cut All contact !”

 Sitting in my current state I started tearing up ! No way I didn’t want to loose mommy Susan ! …

I don’t know how she knew but it was the only thing I could think of ! 

My hands were shaking as I text back…

“I told a lie Mommy”

“Much better baby princess Yes you did ..what lie baby girl?”

“I told mommy I was home but I was not ..am very sorry mommy”

“Ok we will deal with that shortly Madam ! But From this moment on Baby will never again lie to your Mommy or this Will end got that ?”

“Wess mommy”…

“Ok little one make up two sachets and drink them both in one ! After that message your work to tell them you have a bad tummy use that description of it !”

 Then put the liner on your bed..off you go !”

Half an hour later I messaged her ..

“Done Mommy”

“Now as a punishment you will go to bed Now no supper ! 

No drink just down to sleep with teddy … and baby no covers ! Night night bad girl !”

That was it nothing else came as I hugged teddy the grumbling had already started ! .,, 

20 mins later I had a huge accident in my terrys the smell was bad ! It was a long night cuddling Teddy feeling sad at having let Susan down with a lie ! ….

The next morning…. 

She messaged me “Morning little one now as Mommy is still upset with you sweetpee she wants you to be a brave girl and do as your told Ok?”

Wess Mommy….

“So get a chair and put it facing the corner in your room sit down in it facing into the corner… take the bag from yesterday morning with you and message Mommy your home address.. remember to unlock your door baby girl !

O M G !! 

This was a huge surprise Susan wanted to know my address…

This scared me as this meant genuine trust but wadding in my soiled terry to get a chair and the bag I made my way back to my room sat and messaged…

“Ready Mommy”

“Ok chair tightly in the corner straddling it put the bag at face hight pushing your mouth to it bite down too hold it in place under your nose…then handies out wide on the walls at shoulder hight… 

Mommy will be with you soon bad girl !”

My heart was pounding out of my chest now over did as she asked of me ! …

30 mins later my front door opened but I sat waiting on Susan for what seemed ages….

Then the spare room door opened..

I felt her hands on my shoulders ! 

“Well well have we been a good girl ?”

I shook my head…

“Yes baby princess indeed we have not telling lie’s to Mommy is Not acceptable Madam so mommy is going to punish you so baby understands Mommy is in charge !… sit up straight handies behind your back !” 

Susan was pulling on my arm binder ! ..

then she pulled my feet backwards taping them too the rear legs of the chair ! …

“Take big Deep breaths for Mommy..!”

Susan pulled a huge clear bag over me ! Pulling it down over the chair she tipped me forward then backwards to get it under the chair! 

“ Now sit there and think about your behaviour till Mommy prepares your Punishment “

She then ripped the yesterday morning bag putting it under the bag up onto my lap ! ….

The smell was instant ! Stale urine …She then turned me around to face the window ! 

“I do hope nobody looks in on there way past !…clever girlie baby princess let it all out Mommy is going to help you with that shortly  !”

She kissed my cheek through the plastic now steaming up ! Smiling like the cat that had the cream ! ….

Susan left the room I could hear her doing things… 

My mind running wild with thoughts !…

Susan returned some time later with a small bag setting it down at my side she straddled the chair to sitting my lap…

“Hold nice and still baby girl”

She took out a pair of scissors cutting the bag along its top, then gathered up the loose around my neck she put my Velcro quilted bib on me !

it had Winnie the Pooh characters on it .

“Phew we are quite the wee stinker for Mommy ! … now Open Wide and put your naughty tongue out !”..

She lifted a bar of soap stroking my tongue with it ! ..

“So because you have been naughty Mommy is going to was this mouth of yours out baby if your genuinely sorry by the end of this Mommy will get you changed and ready for the day ahead..?”

I went to say Wess Mommy but Susan suddenly pushed the bar Deep into my mouth soap scraping onto my teeth ! 

“Headie back !”

She barked at me ! .. then started pumping the soap bar in and out of my mouth relentlessly ! 

I started gagging as she spoke to me ….

“ So baby girl are you sorry for telling lies ! (Nodded my headie!) Will there be any future lies ? As You know what Mommy will do yes ..? Cut all contact and you will not be Mommy’s baby girl! “

I burst out crying ….

I think this took her by surprise…

“Hush hush now baby Mommy has you open wide !”

Susan removed the soap bar then … 

Lifted a bowl of sweet portage feeding me I ate it greedily keen to rid my mouth of the horrible taste of soap ! …

As I finished my feed she got off me … throwing my changing mat on the floor.. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up then into the bath baby girl”

I was removed from the wooden chair then laying on the mat Mommy handed me teddy and a bottle of milk … 

She cleaned up my soiled bottom and took my hand leading me too my bathroom, the bath was already prepared for me so I got in….

The intimacy Susan washed me with was wonderful as I played with my wee ship… after washed she dried me in a fluffy towel… cuddling me in she spoke…

“Now let’s get you ready baby girl…Mommy has A lovely day planned for you”

This sounded a little cryptic as Susan had a slight wicked smile as she told me this….

Laying back on the mat playing with teddy mommy put barrier cream over my nappy area paying particular attention to my rear as she teased my hole ! ..

“Someone is being naughty” 

As she tapped my now full on flag pole ! 

“Baby do you like your botty being played with ? (Wess Mommy) My my baby girl let’s see !”

Susan put on a rubber glove pushed a cream covered finger into me slowly ! 

It was pure heaven.. 

but a few moments later a second finger joined the first as I whimpered aloud…

“Hush hush now baby Mommy knows your a tight wee girl, so we will go slowly darling girl”

A slow finger fuck started I was moaning with pleasure as mommy was now circling my prostrate ! 

“Clever Baby girlie just relax for Mommy”

 I was so close to coming when Mommy removed her fingers..

I was panting as she suddenly pushed a plug deep inside me  ! Taping my twitching clittie away in a huge black disposable nappy she had brought with her ?

My plastic pants were next with my pink frilly terry lined bloomers over them, mommy then sat me up to cuddle me, with my legs spread wide as she knelt kneeing my thighs apart wide and I do mean Wide ! ..

Her embrace was Devine her smell now Very powerful due to my heightened sexual state !

“Clever Baby girlie your doing ever so well for Mommy !”

Susan was playing with my nipples..

I was ready to have a huge blowout there and then ..but she knew it ! …

Susan smiled at me .. 

“Your ever so cute when you moan baby girlie…Now stand up !”

She pulled on my silk body suit, this was a shorts and top affair with big puffy sleeves Frills and bows adorned it !

At the arms and legs lace set the sissy baby look off…

Next was tights Susan had brought with her these came with a white garter belt that was now fastened to the tights over my silk frilly body suit,

Over this she put wee ankle socks on me they were see through with frilly ankles.. 

Susan kissed my cheek !

I was in quite a state !! . ..

“Clever Baby girlie..Now go put your bike gear on we are going out for a run and get some lunch …Would you like that baby girlie?”

I could’t speak I just nodded..as mommy giggled at my current plight ! 

20mins later I stood in my bike gear ..

It was a hot day but I had on my Adventure pants with the bib part fitted and the lining out as that was the only way I could get it too fit ! …

Mommy had put on her bike gear as I got on she put her intercom on.

“Now baby girl this is a Big thing mommy is letting you do so best behaviour and concentrate on the road ok ?”

Wess Mommy

“Clever Baby…now we are going to have you meet Stephanie don’t fret she won’t know what you have on sweetpee (I knew she was a single parent with a three year old but meeting her dressed as a baby ?) …Now follow the directions!”

The satnav sprang to life in my ear as Mommy got on the bike ..an hour later we pulled up at a large house in the countryside…?

“This is my Mothers house just relax and act normal ok I will do all the talking … “

Susan gave a wee giggle as we both got off the bike…

She lead me too the front door opening it to a beautiful large hallway.. the home was very posh ! 

An older woman walked out of a room to greet Susan .

“Hello Darling how was the ride? ..”

Susan looked at me telling her mother I had been very carful and safely with her ..

The woman turned to me and spoke directly to me.  

 “Well done you that’s a very big bike for you.. thank you for keeping Susan safe for me”

she kissed my cheek this took me by surprise.,.

“Now let’s go and meet Stephanie …”

Susan took my hand..

I walked at Susan’s side as they chatted.. 

to a door that said ..

“Stephanie’s nursery”

As I walked in Susan turned to me ..

“Close your eyes !”

I now felt a little intimidated as I closed my eyes …

I felt Susan take my jacket off ! 

Please Susan no …

“Hey hey it’s ok Baby Nana knows all about you Baby just relax…”

I was stripped to my baby attire !

I felt her patting my frilly rear . “Open your eyes baby girl !”

But it was not Susan’s voice it was her mother’s ! ….

 As my eyes adjusted to the bright lights the far wall was completely mirrored as was the ceiling ! But it was what was in the mirrors a full blown Adult baby Nursery with cot high chair changing station & a huge pink wooden horse ! 

“Say hello to Stephanie  !”

They both laughed as my face went red !!

Mommy went behind me taking out her mobile phone..smiling to me .. 

I suddenly bent forwards as the plug sprang to life ! Whimpering…

“My my little Stephanie have you got your toy in ?”

Nana asked me…

Susan spanked my rear to a loud thud !

“Answer your Nana !”

Wess Nana !… 

“Yes what baby Stephanie?”

I hwave my twoy in Nana 

“Clever Baby girlie much better that’s the way you will address me from now on baby girlie… Now Mommy tells me your here to be punished is that true ?”

I looked at Mommy …

“No sweetpee the mouth soaping was just for your naughty words of lies from that mouth..  Now Nana and I are going to punish you baby Stephanie till you cry your baby girlie heart out as Mommy knows it’s what you want and need princess”

 Nana was pulling out a bench ! 

I instantly recognised it as a Spanking bench ! …

Mommy was holding a steel pole with cuffs at each end she bent down at the bench screwing half way up the A frame ! ….

Nana was at my waist unfastening the garter too my tights ! 

She removed it as Mommy joined her....

“Handies on your head baby girlie!”

They removed my socks and tights ! Then my plastic pants followed by my disposable ! …

It was wet ! I had been so nervous I had wet it !..

“Stephanie really I just put you in a new nappy missy !”

I wanted the ground to open up ! 

“Up on the bench princess !”

As I went forward I could see the bar a little closer ! It had a built in humbler ! …

“Step over the bar baby girlie ! ..that’s it clever girlie..now back up to the bar tightly please !”

Nanna patted my rear ..

“What a clever baby !”

Mommy pulled my balls back under the O ring that was open, then Nana shut the gate on me trapping my balls backwards !

 She again patted my rear  …

”That keep you nice and still as we spank you baby !”

Mommy was cuffing my wrists down as Nana put a huge wide belt over my back holding me down! ..

Mommy came to my face . 

“Now baby Stephanie Mommy did tell you she was not into the whole. BDSM thing but punishment well am afraid that’s a given  in Your case baby girlie !…

so Nana & I are going to make you shed some of those long held Tears baby …Now open wide for Mommy !”

I did as Susan asked of me but Nana spanked me !

 “Wider madam ! Get that naughty Mouth Wider  !”

I forced my mouth open too its absolute Maximum !

As Mommy stuffed my own frilly pants deeply into my cheeks wedging my mouth too the Max !…

But my plight was far from over as Nana wound electric tape over the wading then Mommy wound vet wrap over that tightly ! 

Next Mommy put a pair of her pants over my face they were still hot and soaking with warm sex ! 

“These are from out special day baby girlie I have worn them since !”

Mommy Smiling at me pulled them over my face lining up the wet part with my nose !

lifting my sissy hood a black open faced affair that had an oval just for the eyes & nose  it had pink oval padding covering the ears & a pink belt at the neck part fed through the leather loops adorning it, the rear was a lace up affair …

That Mommy was now tugging on to tighten..

I had worn it before but Never this Tightly !….

I was now panting through my nose as the powerful aroma of my new Mommy made me excited downstairs !!

They both giggled as Nana put cream on my shaft pulling on what I thought was a condom ! 

I was sadly mistaken as Mommy strapped a bag to my thigh !

“Mommy start first baby girlie !”

Susan kissed my cheek then went behind me as a hand spanking started …

It wasn’t that bad but in my heightened state I moaned and gasped along ..

Then Nana spanked me too !

They kept rubbing my rear as I moaned with each spanking as they swapped turns tilll my rear was quite hot ! 

Then Mommy spoke to me again …

“Big deep breath little Lady !”

Thwack ! ….

Mommy spanked me with a wooden paddle ! 

OMG it stung ..but as I panted out the pain a second hit home …then a third ! 

Six in all..

Nana took the paddle resuming where Mommy left off with a further six ! …

Mommy was at my face talking too me.

“Clever Baby you’re doing ever so well …that’s  it cry all you want for us… there there let it all out !..Ready Nana ! ..begin!”

Thwack ! THWACK..!!

Nana paddled me full force till I was bawling hysterically ! ! …

Then Mommy took over as Nana mocked me ..

“That’s a clever baby crying your cute eyes out for us....Your not going to be sitting for a few days baby girlie telling lies I do hope you are learning your lesson Madam !....Pardon ?”

Nana smiled at me Wicked !

“Darling Baby Stephanie is asking if you could give her 12 full force in rapid please ?”

I heard Susan giggling as a white hot pain seared through me in twelve rapid pulses !

It was too much I collapsed genuinely Bawling like a three year old !

Mommy unstrapped me from all my restraining then led my to the cot she sat in then pulled me over her chest cuddling me in rocking back and forth patting my back..

“Hush Hush its all over Now Baby....Mommy is very proud of you for taking your Punishment so well....what a lot of tears baby girlie You must have needed that ever so bad...(I nodded) Well from now on You are to tell Mommy honestly when you feel the need to cry Ok ? Then we can come visit Nana....now let’s get your nappy back on and you can have a little nap while Nana and I prepare your lunch Clever baby on your back and hold your leggies up in the air for Mommy ! She will put Mr Pluggie back in !”

Mommy put in the plug then put my wet nappy back on as she said it was only just wet and she didn’t like waste !

Then she put me on my side covered me with a blanket and pulled up the cot side...

“Clever Baby off too sleep..Mommy Wake you for lunchtimes”

I fell asleep still sobbing my heart out my rear on fire !...

It was the best sleep I had in Years !....

[ltash]

Chaos

You and Ghost are heading back to the base on his bike. You are attacked but you pull a stunt and save the day.

"So baby come light me up,

And baby I'll let you on it.

A little bit dangerous,

But baby thats how I want it."

I woke up to the sound of the kitchen coming to life.

"Aye, lass! Good morning," Soap said, sitting on a chair at the kitchen counter, his face stuffed with food.

Ghost was standing nearby, sipping his tea while using his cell phone.

"Angela! Come have breakfast," Soap called out.

"I gotta go wash my face," I said, yawning. I went to Ghost's bedroom and used his bathroom. After freshening up, I returned to the kitchen to eat breakfast.

"Laswell called. She wants us to get to the base quick," Soap said between bites.

"We should hurry now," I replied.

I finished my toast and jam and the tea Ghost made. It was delicious.

"Soap, you and Angela take my car. I need to take my Ducati, so I'll be riding that," Ghost said.

"Hey! I'll come with you. I love riding bikes," I said.

"Okay. Then Soap will take the car. Make it quick, Soap. We're getting late," Ghost said.

Soap stood up. "Let me load your luggage in the car. LT, give me your car keys."

While Soap took our luggage downstairs, Ghost and I stepped outside. He locked the door, and we made our way to the parking lot where he took his bike out. He even had a matching skull helmet to go with it.

"Sit tight," he told me. I sat behind him, holding on tightly.

We reached the street where Soap was waiting in the car. "Let's roll," Ghost gestured to him. Soap started the engine and went ahead, with us following closely behind.

It was a sunny morning. The cold wind whipped through my long hair as I clutched Ghost tightly. The ride felt surreal, passing through fields and watching cattle grazing peacefully.

"Hey, don't sleep on me, huh!" Ghost said.

"I'm not gonna sleep. I'm just enjoying the views," I replied.

"Good," he said.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of unease. "Ghost! I think we're being followed," I said.

A black jeep was gaining on us. The jeep came closer until it was beside us. The window rolled down, and I recognized the faces.

It was the same terrorists from the mall—the two who had probably escaped before the special forces arrived.

They pointed a gun toward us.

"Fucking hell," Ghost muttered.

The one on the passenger seat fired, and Ghost dodged just in time. He accelerated the bike to full speed, overtaking them. But they were relentless, still after us and firing shots.

Ghost had his armor on, while I had none.

"Motherfuckers! They were tracking us," Ghost cursed.

Soap had nearly vanished from sight with the car. We were on our own now.

"You have no vest on, Angela," Ghost said, his voice tense.

"You trust me?" I asked, gripping him tighter.

"With my life," he replied, glancing back at me briefly.

"Good. Then do what you need to do. I'll hold on," I said, trying to steady my breathing as the gunshots continued to ring out behind us.

Ghost swerved sharply, weaving through traffic to put more distance between us and the pursuing jeep. "Hang on tight!" he shouted, accelerating even more. The wind whipped through my hair, the adrenaline coursing through my veins making everything feel hyperreal.

"There's an underpass up ahead. We'll lose them there," Ghost yelled over the roar of the engine.

No matter what, the terrorists continued shooting at us. I had no gun and I couldn't shoot in that position.

Desperate, I leaned in, twisting myself to come in front of Ghost. I put my legs on either side of him, completely straddling him and wrapping my legs around his waist.

I looked into his eyes through the visor of his helmet. "Trust me," I said, my voice steady despite the chaos around us.

He gave a brief nod. I wrapped one arm tightly around him for support, and with my other free hand, I took out the Beretta from his chest holster. Extending my arm over his shoulder, I aimed at the jeep's tires.

The bike swerved slightly as I adjusted my position, but Ghost steadied us, keeping a firm grip on the handlebars. I took a deep breath and fired a shot. The first bullet missed, ricocheting off the pavement. I adjusted my aim and fired again, this time hitting the front tire of the jeep.

The vehicle swerved wildly, losing control as the tire deflated. I fired again, hitting the second tire. The jeep skidded to a halt, veering off the road and crashing into a ditch.

"Got them," I said, breathing a sigh of relief.

Ghost's eyes met mine again, filled with a mixture of admiration and concern. "You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm good," I replied, my heart still racing from the adrenaline. "Let's get out of here."

Ghost nodded and accelerated, leaving the wrecked jeep behind us. We rode in silence for a while, the danger now a distant memory, but the bond between us stronger than ever.

"Angela! Your hair is blocking my vision," Ghost said.

I quickly secured his gun back into the holster and tied my hair into a bun. "Sorry about that."

He pulled the bike to the side, and I climbed down. "That was one hell of a ride," I exclaimed, catching my breath.

"How did you even pull that stunt?" he asked, his voice tinged with amazement.

"I'm a martial artist. I can do better than that," I replied with a smile.

Ghost shook his head, a hint of a smile under his mask. "Impressive."

"Let's go now. We're getting late, Ghost," I said, nudging his shoulder.

We mounted the bike again and resumed our journey towards the base, the adrenaline still coursing through our veins.

[kwisatzworld]

‘My dad and my uncles used to go on track with their street bikes and sometimes I had the possibility to go with them and I was so excited to see them riding,’ says the 25-year-old Italian, who looks more like a philosophy student than a mean, lean motorcycle racer. ‘I remember perfectly when my dad got his Aprilia RSV4, the one with the trick taillight, and I thought how beautiful it was.’

‘Then I remember one of my uncles arriving at my home to call my dad to go for a ride and hearing the dry clutch of his Ducati 996. So from a very young age I was inside that world and every time Valentino was on TV we cheered for him. I was so happy when he was winning and I was crying when he didn't win the title in 2006. I believed a lot in him when he was at Ducati but it didn't work.’

That performance won him a ride in the 2013 Moto3 world championship but the step was too big. He didn’t score a point all year and wandered around the paddock, a lost, forlorn 16-year-old. Bizarrely, this proved to be his greatest fortune, because Rossi and lifelong sidekick Uccio Salucci saw talent inside the morose teenager. ‘I remember meeting Uccio for the first time at Brno,’ Bagnaia recalls. ‘He told me to smile more, because whenever he saw me I was angry or unhappy. A few weeks later Uccio called my dad and they had a meeting at Phillip Island. They discussed their new project for young riders, the VR46 Academy - I became one of the first academy riders.’

‘I didn't work with psychologists because I think the people that can help you more are the people around you. I love it when those people tell me what they think about me and what I need to improve.’

Bagnaia is so different from his mentor - quiet, humble and hardly bubbling with charisma - but perhaps he will get more interesting with age (riders usually do). However, he does already have some rock-and-roll credentials: during MotoGP’s 2022 summer break he went clubbing in Ibiza with Rossi and the rest of the VR46 clan. On the way home he stuck his car in a ditch and got nicked for drink-driving. This misdemeanour got him into big trouble with many, but not so long ago it was pretty much compulsory for motorcycle racers to get drunk and drive their cars into ditches. At least that episode proved Bagnaia isn’t as squeaky clean as he seems.

Archive｜Bike Magazine February 2023

[batsplat]

jorge martin is just an off-brand motogp version of george russell. both incredible qualifiers, hard racers, have issues sometimes keeping their tyres together, have stayed in a satellite/backmarker team for three years begging the big manufacturer to accept them into the main fold and will randomly decide that they are actually done with race by beefing it into the gravel/walls on the last laps.

this is why ducati did not hire martin, he hasn’t done the power point presentation

strong last line but hm... do I agree with this...

I don't entirely disagree with the profile of racer, though jorge's a bit more in the flame bright and early mould (partly also just because of the different rhythms of those two racing series). he cut his teeth not just on being an exceptional qualifier but also a starter. even though this year, you do kinda have to say pecco's just?? uh?? he's never been a BAD starter but I swear he didn't used to be this good? some of his starts from the second or third row this year have been genuine works of art. this isn't relevant, just needed to mention it. that's part of why jorge does so well at sprints... he's really good at that abbreviated format, where it's just all out from the very start. mr russell was considered quite a poor starter in his williams days (though lbr that may have partly been car characteristics) - the qualifying's very strong and very consistent, but for a while the question was of capitalising off the line. he's got a few more drives that are about working his way through the field... like qatar last year. I just don't really associate jorge with that?

the bottling thing is debatable and we could get into that debate, but like, never mind that. we're leaving sports analysis now and getting back into vibes territory. the thing about jorge is that he has had a competitive bike from the word go. mr russell, whatever you think about how clutch he is or isn't, did not set a foot wrong in terms of making the mercedes case for himself. what happened with him was basically just... a series of unfortunate events that got him stuck in a spectacularly uncompetitive car for three years. got one shot in a good car in said three years (sakhir 2020) and delivered the perfect performance. but jorge!! jorge had 2022!! he blew it!! he did get unlucky with the gp22 vs the gp21 comparison early that season and how bastianini was able to take advantage of the early stage factory spec malaise, and he's far from the only gp22 who was struggling early on (cf one 'pecco bagnaia'). but still, some of his rides that year were. truly horrendous. and the way the whole thing played out left him with a massive chip on the shoulder.... that's the thing, right, I think what's so key about jorge is that sense of grievance, the fact that he was rejected for that factory seat and we're now several years on from that. and it's a really thin line between that being a good thing and a bad thing. like, anything that's a potential source of motivation fundamentally can be helpful, right? in 2007, casey showed up at ducati as not their first choice, kinda a stopgap, and also after yamaha had pulled the plug on a potential contract not once but twice. he has spoken again and again how yamaha and honda's behaviour towards him made him want to show them exactly what they were missing out on. he used that! it was good for him as a competitor that he had something to get worked up over! he's done it throughout his career! but on the flip side, if you're so busy feeling victimised that you're kind of already... primed for failure, then you've got a problem. like, if the takeaway is you're probably screwed anyway because you're being sabotaged by the factory, then even if that were true you're fucked before you start competing. you've already lost in your own head, you've made excuses before you've even started. it's a thin line! thinking the world is out to get you can either be a good way to get yourself to going, or it can be a loser mindset

quickly circling back to georgie boy, my main feeling is that they kinda have a different type of malaise. one is an overthinker and the other is at times very much an under-thinker. grussy actually shares the overthinking trait with his fellow 63 more than anyone else... all three kinda have this fun meeting point of a lot of cockiness and a lot of insecurity - they just balance them in other ways. and russell reminds me more of pecco in that kind of... being constantly thrown up against a Big Legacy of someone you admire, being in the shadow of greats and having to make your own name... you're very much part of a succession plan that leaves you with massive shoes to fill... (though admittedly grussy has also gone through the unenviable experience of getting to work closely with his hero and eventually having most of said hero's fans absolutely despise him. can happen, I suppose.) jorge is a bit more baggage-free. he's very much the main character in his own story, not so much faffing about with the narrative implications of all this shit. more straightforward! if jorge wins, it's about him. if he loses, it's also about him. ducati has been his world for the past few years, to the point where he's gotten a bit parochial about the whole thing. early this season, he was talking like - sure, the championship lead is important, BUT this is also giving him power in contract negotiations!! which... yes, that's true, but also that should be way down the order of priorities my man. jorge martin might be the only person in this universe who... genuinely might be more obsessed with beating pecco than marc? like, beating the marc marquez would be great and all, 8x world champion bla bla, but pecco is his personal antagonist! he's known him for years! that's ducati's golden boy! he needs to beat pecco so badly! there's something really fun about a rivalry where it feels like at least one side's feelings towards the other... kinda go beyond a personal relationship, like at a certain point it becomes about what the other guy Represents. jorge isn't worried about legacy and the shoes he's got to fill and can he truly live up to all those expectations as much as he's worried about himself and also occasionally pecco bagnaia

anyway, I've been thinking about the bottling thing... what jorge said about it earlier's been rattling around in my head since I saw the quote

man, it must be really tough, right? like, you don't know why it's happening... it's not just cockiness - though there is an element of someone who's kinda used to bulldozing his way through problems with sheer obstinacy and stubborn self belief (another distinction with the 63's, who are more introspective and prone to self-flagellation following mistakes). but it's also just... you can't figure out why it's such a fundamental shortcoming of your game! today, from the way pecco and also luca (apparently) were talking about it, it seems like there was something noticeable about how jorge was gradually losing a bit in his control and precision as a result of how the tyres were going off, as a sort of precursor of the fatal error. which... well, it's at least a somewhat understandable mistake, because it comes from pressure? it's not just the tyres going off each time - the mugello sprint crash was lap four, jerez was lap ten. but an interesting thing about his big errors this year is that they have all come as a result of serious pressure - as a result of pecco directly behind him in the case of jerez and sachsenring and like... in anticipation of the massive points damage he knew he was probably going to take in mugello. it sounds obvious to say pressure is more likely to generate mistakes, but of course that's not always true of our title contenders! pecco only really wakes up when he's already dug a hole halfway to the centre of the earth - but when he faces actual pressure, his track record is mostly very strong. his biggest howlers this season, portimao + catalunya sprints, both came when he was leading comfortably. martin has also made these pressure-light mistakes in the past, most memorably indonesia last year but... well

one of the most fascinating bits of sports are like... limits and ceilings and how your build-up as an athlete kinda determines what's possible for you. like, sports is sort of where you experiment with notions of fate and inevitability and all that, where you question whether it's possible for anyone to ever really change. is it once a choker, always a choker? if you know that you have this problem, this flaw that is always just there in the background, waiting to be actualised - what can you do? does it give you more or less hope that there's not a clear root cause? how debilitating that must be for confidence too, always knowing that you could cause everything you've worked for to crash down in a moment.... this is where. y'know, the thing with pecco, right, is that he's now gotten to a weird place where psychologically he has to be wary of the mistakes he himself makes - but he knows that he can also bounce back from them. he has that muscle memory, because he's done it before. he chucked it down the road in india and he won the title! jorge did it in thailand and he didn't! and the problem is that it becomes a self-reinforcing cycle of sorts, because even though the margin between the two of them at the end of last year ended up being relatively slim... one of them still won and one of them still lost. which actually means that even though pecco and jorge both have made serious mistakes this year (though pecco's track record is cleaner - in portimao the points punishment didn't quite fit the crime and in the jerez/le mans sprints he was kinda just unlucky), only one of them knows they can do this shit and win the title anyway

and now jorge has an entire summer break to go away and think about that. can be a good thing, get some distance, and it's easy to slip into a run of bad form that you can't escape if there's no interruption. can be an awful thing because you're sitting with your mistakes for weeks on end with no chance to rectify them. I'm naturally a pessimist on the 'can any athlete ever really change' question because life has very much worn me down on this topic over the last few years (aka some sports results made me really sad). but I always want to be optimistic! I want to believe athletes can fix their fatal flaws! I want to believe they can get better at managing their tyres and not folding under pressure. and pressure works weirdly... sometimes it's not really a test of 'mental strength' as much as it is of what kind of in-built margin an athlete has (btw this is my best guess for what goes wrong with martin). sometimes it's beneficial in sharpening the mind and erasing the possibility of you just... not being sufficiently concentrated (which is my best guess for what happens with pecco when he's not being pressured). can you truly get better at dealing with that? or at a certain point, have you already accumulated so much mental scar tissue that you're always going to get in your own way? who knows! maybe we're all doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past forever and ever. who knows

anyway. in response to this ask. I do think it's more a case of 63's aligned in being too stuck in their own head, too concerned with legacy, and walking a very thin line between arrogance and insecurity. all three of them, though, have a bad case of 'coming through the ranks in an era of greats they'll always be disparagingly compared to'. what's new can never be as good as what came before, right? and they're constantly struggling to manage or maybe even overcome basic flaws that seem to be embedded in their make up as competitors... maybe they'll make it, just a little. maybe they never will. but it sure is fun to watch them try!

[chocopuchino]

cw: SFW, FLUFF

BOKUAKA. BOKKUN AND MSBY <3 I made this in 20 mins, idk shit about motorcycles and streets in english so don't come at me pls (ducati bike looks good) and yes this is the elaboration for my biker bokuto koutarou thought ᕙ⁠(⁠ ⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠ ⁠)⁠ᕗ

MSBY BJ at their prime locker talks but they're flexing their rides. Someone has a Ferrari, someone a Porsche, someone a Lamborghini and the list goes on, until a very intrigued Bokuto chimes in with a smirk, talking over.

"oh, you guys have cars? that's cool! I don't have one, 'cause I ride a motorcycle. :D"

The team immediately whips their head in disbelief to look at Bokuto, who's currently topless and confused at the stares.

"You... you have a motorcycle?" Sakusa asks with uncertainty, pointing a finger at him.

"Seriously, Bokkun? I don't believe ya one bit. You, out of everyone? No way," Atsumu laughs, pulling over a t-shirt on top of him.

"Woah, seriously Bokuto-san? You have a motorcycle? How come? We've never seen it, and we haven't seen you on it!" Hinata questions, and the whole team agrees.

In the span of a moment, from his overly big and messy gym bag, he pulls out a car— no, a key. A black, motorcycle key. with a smidge of red shaped like a shield at the top, silver borders with a strike in between, and the word DUCATI written neatly.

And as much as the men don't want to believe it, they're now suddenly faced to.

"Tadaa! Isn't she just gorgeous?" Bokuto exclaims proudly.

"Isn't... Akaashi-san a boy though?" Hinata asks confusedly.

Practice is over and they're all in front of the gym, seeing how Akaashi parks the bike in front of them, dusting his coat off and fixing his glasses as he makes his way towards him. He politely bows to them.

"Akaashi Keiji, editor in shonen manga magazines in a major publishing company. Bokuto-san had asked me to bring his bike over, so here it is." Akaashi greets calmly, glancing at everyone's faces, smiling a little at seeing Hinata.

"I-I meant the bike. Not Akaashi, but even though it's still true! both things. they're both gorgeous." Bokuto exclaims, hiding his embarrassment and stuttering, his cheeks warming up. He gently pecks Akaashi on the cheek, quite literally shocking the whole team (he forgot to tell them he's dating keiji) and asks once again.

"So, who wants a ride first !!?"

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"w-woah!! Bokuto-san, so fast!!!" Shoyo yells, clutching onto Bokuto even tighter. Bokuto leans front, increasing speed, fully focused on the road, not a single sound coming out of him. Shoyo's eyes sparkle at his energetic, loud and owl-like senpai, currently very quiet, serious and very cool looking.

After a quick round around a nearby highway, they're back again In front of the gym, the volleyball team surprised at seeing Shoyo in one piece. (bokuto obliged them to wait, akaashi kept them entertained.)

Shoyo gets off the bike, taking off the helmet, wobbly making his way to the men staring at him, arms dangling off his shoulders, almost able to puke. His hair is a mess after wearing the helmet, while Bokkun's hair looks even spikier. He grips on Atsumu's sleeve and almost collapses, clearing his throat and looking up at him— big shiny stars in his eyes.

"that was super cool!! You have to get on, Bokuto-san is an amazing driver!!! You might not believe me, but he was insanely quiet, he looked so cool and serious too!! I really, really didn't expect him to drive like that!!" Shoyo exclaims, looking over at the other men staring at him in disbelief.

Atsumu's eyes widen and he scoffs, taking Shoyo's hands off his sleeve, making his way towards owl head. "No way, Shoyo can't be serious? You? Quiet? Yeahhhhhhh... Can't believe 'at. Give me a ride and we'll see, yeah?"

the whole of MSBY rode Bokuto's bike that evening, and, never underestimated or didn't believe him ever again.

[crazyk-imagine]

Chapter VIII: Keep your Eyes on the Prize

Characters: Sulane “Sullie” Celeste, Jasner "Jas" Verbane, James Diamond, Kendall Knight, Carlos Garcia, Hortense "Logan" Mitchell, Katie Knight, Mama Knight, Camille Roberts, Jo Taylor, Carlos’ dad, Dak Zevon, Tommy Ducati (made up character) Warnings: The feels, Camille just wants her endgame to happen, Jo and Kendall finally make a date, Jasner gets sad, James and Sulane have a moment or two, this is actually kind of funny, my love triangle is becoming more dramatic, my babies are lying to each other :( Word Count: 4,777

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The group sits in her semi- dull apartment. 

James and Kendall sit on the couch, the former flips through the pages of an upside magazine she had lying around somewhere while Kendall sat there, rifling through something Sulane couldn’t see. 

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I thought you were happy we were making an effort into getting to know him?” Carlos asks. 

She frowns, “when did I ever say that?” 

“You literally just said it before we all came in here,” Logan chimes in. 

“No one likes a tattle tale, Henderson.” 

“Wha- I am not a tattle tale.” 

“Explain what you just did.” 

“I reminded you of what you said. Big difference.” 

She narrows her eyes to him. “I’m going to hurt you so you better start running.” 

“Could you, you know, not kill him. We need him for rehearsal’s,” Kendall points out. “Hey, what’s this?” 

She turns towards him and snatches the box out of his hands. “Nothing.” 

“It doesn’t look like nothing.” 

“Do you remember when Tommy Ducati joined the team and started slamming into anybody, and it didn’t matter if you were on his team or not.” 

He nods with a confused expression. “Yeah, why?” It takes him a moment to realize what you’re talking about. “Oh. You’re not nice.” 

“No, I’m not that’s what happens when you had to deal with my mother.” 

“Speaking of, how do you feel?” 

“Jasner, don’t be a therapist now.” 

“That was James.” 

She glances back and forth between the two. “Both of you say what someone just said.” 

They start to say it at the same time. 

She sighs, “not at the same time. Jasner, you go first, then James.” They do as she says. “Wow, it really was you,” she comments about James. 

“See!” 

She rolls her eyes. “I’m putting this away and then I’m kicking you all out.” 

Carlos whines, “why?” 

“Don’t try and fight me on this. I stand my ground and kick you all out.” 

“But-” 

“No.” 

“Maybe we could-” 

Logan and Jasner are the first ones out the door. 

They pout and watch her make her way to the others. 

“She’s mean,” the brainiac whispers to him. 

“I know.” 

“Maybe we could get-” 

“I’ll let you know when I want to get a snack next time, not right now.” 

Carlos is in front of the two. 

“Welcome to the dark side.” 

“That’s not funny.” 

“I thought it was,” Jasner whispers to himself. 

“You know we could-” 

“Hey, do you know if Katie is still talking to Dak? I thought I heard her say that she has his phone number or something?” 

“She what?” 

“Yeah, I would go talk to her and see what’s going on in that young teenage mind of hers.” 

The four boys stand outside the door, staring at her. 

She turns around with her back against the door with her eyes closed. 

“Umm…” 

She opens her eyes and stares at him. 

“There were five of you,” she groans and opens the door. 

The boys moved around, already having a space for him. 

She pushes him out and closes the door. 

“You were quiet today.” 

“Shut up,” James snaps. 

They take a step back away from him. 

“Anybody want to get smoothies?” 

“I think enjoying our morning by the pool sounds better,” Kendall says to Jasner. 

“Oh yeah, that’s a better idea.” 

“But we could also get smoothies?” 

“Fine,” the leader sighs, wrapping an arm around him. “We will get smoothies and then relax by the pool. 

-

Sulane lets out a sigh of relief as she clutches the box close to her chest. “Thank god he didn’t get further than this.” 

She sighs, pushing back the beginning of the letters she started writing a few days ago, wishing she could have responded at the time. 

“I need to find a new hiding spot.” She looks around her place, not finding a better place. “Ooo, I wonder if Camille or Jo would have a better hiding spot.” 

One corner of her lips curves upwards, “Camille will squeal the first chance she gets. I have yet to find out more about Jo.” 

She bends down and sets it on the ground, kicking it under the couch. “Under here it is.” 

She’s got to stop letting them come over. She doesn’t want them to find any of her letters, the ones she wrote to them when she was a kid, the ones she’s been writing recently (pretending to still be that thirteen-year-old Sulane) … and the ones she writes to her mom. 

She sighs and flops back onto the couch, thanking the gods for not letting the guys kidnap her.

S01 EP08

The five lay on the pool lounge chairs and figure out that they know a lot about each other… minus Jasner. 

“Well, since you guys know everything about you four, do you all want to hear about how I-” 

“No,” Logan says. 

The others turn to look at him. “What? I’m scared.” 

The raspberry lover shrugs, “I don’t blame you, but I was going to say how I found out I love raspberries.” 

“I don’t think any of us want to,” Carlos adds, trying to let him down easily. 

“Yeah, I don’t blame you especially since the weirdest part is that it was because we found out my mom is allergic to strawberries.” 

The band gives each other a “cry for help” look and Kendall decides to do something about it.“That's it. We are spending way too much time together.” 

“I am starting to hate all of you,” James says out loud. 

Logan sits up, “Same here.” 

“Split up!” 

The band all runs away from the pool, only to find themselves in their apartment. 

“Split up again!” James cries out. 

This time they find themselves in the hallway of the studio.

- Ah, ah, ah-ah, oh -

They run back into the apartment, not seeing Jasner and Sulane making cookies. 

“Okay, what part of splitting up are we not getting here?” Logan asks. 

“Who cares? We have a day off,” Carlos points out. 

“I call pool. Alone,” Kendall puts on his sunglasses. “Stay away from me.” 

Sulane waves to him and throws a cookie his way. 

He whines and juggles it back and forth between his hands. 

“Sorry! I should have told you it’s hot.” 

“You weren’t ever going to do that,” Jasner adds. 

“Well, he doesn’t have to know that.” He shakes his head and grabs a cookie before whining. 

“Did you not learn anything in the last three seconds?” 

“I'm gonna start my acting career. This face needs to be on the big screen.” James shows off his headshots. “Ooh. Right.” He stops in front of the two, smiling. 

“Why do you think we’re going to help you with your career?” 

“Because you’re nice and we’re trying to be friends again, which means,” he wraps his arms around her, giving her a side hug. 

“You have to help me because you love me, and I am one of the few people who isn’t that afraid of you.” 

She tries to wiggle out of his grip, but it doesn’t work. “Take a cookie and sit down.” 

“I'm going to a lecture by the gorgeous math genius Phoebe Nachee. She combines my two favorite things: Girls and math.” 

“You do realize you won’t be able to, right?” 

The brainiac turns around with a frown. “Why?” 

“You’ll see. Don’t ask for my help if you need it.” 

“Well, I don't know what I'm gonna do yet, but it'll be totally irresponsible.” Carlos pats his head. “Hey, where's my helmet? My helmet's gone. Ho! Oh!” 

He throws the pillows off the couch, breaking many things he could care less about at this moment before going up the swirly slide. “Logan, it's not up here. Help me find it.” 

“Ha-ha-ha. No.” Logan runs out of the room. 

The three eat another cookie and watch as the father and son start on their mission. 

“I feel like chopped liver. He could have asked me for help.” 

“Do you know where his helmet is?” James asks. 

She shakes her head, “no, but it’s still nice to be asked, you know.” 

-

The three friends pass by the doorway to the pool, Sulane sees Jo alone and blond hair peeking out of a bush. 

She rolls her eyes, “you two, hold it.” She pulls out her phone. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey, Jo.” 

“Oh, hey Sulane. How have you been?” 

“Great. You know how I told you I’m friends with idiots.” 

“Vaguely,” she says to be nice. She does, in fact, remember. 

“One of them is in a bush, probably trying to gather enough courage to even talk to you and when he does you should take him out to something he won’t expect but it will make him fall for you more.” 

“Fall for me? He’s not-” 

“He is, you are. You two will be cute together, just be sure to thank me when it happens.” 

“I’m going to ignore that and say thanks for the advice. Oh, I have the perfect thing in mind.” 

“Care to share?” 

“Judo.” 

“Oh, I need someone to take a video of him falling. Ooo, I wonder if that sight is still up.” 

“What site?” 

“The one where I can post a video labeled “teen girl throws teen boy on ground a hundred times”. I might be able to win like a gift card or something.” 

“I don’t think that’s a thing.” 

“People can have dreams.” 

She chuckles. 

“He’s coming your way. Have fun.” 

-

“Why is he posed like that?” Sulane asks, standing beside the actor. 

“Oh,” Jasner starts to explain to her about James’ plan. 

“That won’t work.” 

“Yeah, I know.” 

Camille walks through the door, reading lines from her new script in a witch’s costume. “Ah! Ear of bat and spleen of toad. I'll turn you into a- Hey, what are you thinking about?” 

“Oh, I'm not thinking. I'm acting like I'm thinking. Come on, tell me this face doesn't belong on the big screen.” 

“James, acting is about more than just being pretty.” 

“I know. It's also about washboard abs. Check it.” He lifts his shirt and makes a weird noise. 

“Not bad. But acting is not something you do. It's something you are. And why didn’t you ask Sullie to help you? You know she’s like the actress here. I mean, only a few people know about it but still.” 

“Wait- what?” He turns to her, who has her headphones on. 

She feels the eyes on her and takes off her headphones. “What?” 

James throws himself onto his knees. 

“Oh, will you teach me your expert acting ways?” 

“I wouldn't teach you if you begged me with your last dying breath.” 

“Really?” 

“Maybe. Ask her.” 

“Camille.” 

“See, now I don’t want to teach you because you went someone else for advice,” she says, dramatically?” 

“Really?” 

“No. See, that was acting. Welcome to the Camille Academy of Dramatic Arts.” 

They fist bump. 

“Eye of newt and twist of fates. Your acting future now awaits!” Camille throws her hands up, releasing a white powder. 

The three-start coughing. 

“Baby powder. Cool, right?” 

James lets out a quick, “sure,” before he starts coughing again. 

Sulane shakes her head. 

“This reminds me of the episode where Tony almost died because of a letter on NCIS.” 

Jasner walks back, snacking on something he got from the vending machine. “What did I miss?” 

“Camille trying to kill us.” 

“I was not.” 

“Tell that to my lungs.” 

-

“How am I gonna show off my washboard abs in this thing?” James fiddles with his warlock robe. 

Sulane and Jasner share a look, the male shrugs and mutters, “he’s your friend.” 

She glares at him. 

“You’re not.” James frowns. 

Camille nods, “exactly what she said, you're not. They're holding auditions today for Witches of Rodeo Drive. And I am taking you with me.” She begins hopping, which pulls the pretty boy in, and he starts hopping too. 

“I’m also taking these two but it’s going to work out. I think the four of us can really come up with something and wow the producers.” 

“Great, because I just got some new head shots.” He pulls them out of behind his back. “Should I go with athletic dog trainer or confused astronaut?” 

Sulane snatches them out of his hands, tossing them to the side. 

“Today you are an evil warlock,” Camille explains to him. “Now, give me evil.” 

He pretends to give an evil look as he “grr’s” before lifting up his shirt to show off his abs. 

The blonde shakes her head. 

“As nice as those are to look at, we can’t.” She smacks his hands and fixes his shirt when it falls over his stomach. 

“James, you call that evil?” The brunette asks with no emotion in her voice. “See, it's got to come from within. Yeah, so see that guy right over there?” She points to a random guy sitting in the lobby. “Imagine that he broke your lucky comb.” 

“Ah!” 

“Yeah.” 

James rips the hat off his head and angrily stomps over to the guy Camille used as an example. 

“You do realize this is not going to end well, right?” Jasner asks. 

The actress shrugs. “Yeah, but if he actually wants to make a future slash side career with this industry, he has to start now.” 

“You chose the biggest guy for James’ example,” Sulane points out. 

“And?” 

“James is going to die.” 

“Hey,” James smacks the guy with his hat. 

The guy stands up, over towering the pretty boy. 

“Oopsy.” 

“Oopsy is right,” the blonde tells her. 

“I feel bad enough, don’t add onto it.” 

James lets out a nervous chuckle before the guy grabs him. “Ah! Not the face! Not the face! Not that! Definitely not that- ow!” 

The three rush over towards the vending machines. 

Jasner and Sulane could barely keep themselves together at the sight of a smushed James. 

“Press b-7,” he tells them. 

“Wait?” The blonde says. “How will that help? I can just go ask Bitters for the key or,” she reaches up into her hair. “I lied. Oh, Jasner?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Where’s my bag?” He removes the robe to take off her bag. 

She and Camille raise a brow, “why do you have my bag?” 

“You always need it.” 

James slaps the glass. “Hello?” 

“Right, right. Hang on.” She riffles through until she finds what she’s looking for. Jasner helps James get out of the vending machine. 

“Why do you have a lock picking kit in your bag?” Camille asks. 

“Kelly used to forget her keys a lot.” 

“I can see that,” the raspberry lover adds. “That still doesn’t-” 

“Don’t come crying to me when you have an emergency, Cami.” 

“Geez, sorry.” Sulane sticks her tongue out at her. 

“If we nail this audition, James, we're both going to be on Witches of Rodeo Drive. We'll be a team.” 

“What about us?” Jasner asks. 

“You said you didn’t want to audition because witches scare you,” the actress says to him. “Which is funny because I think you’d make a great warlock, especially if he was evil. I would cast you.” 

“Aww.” 

Sulane chuckles, “I don’t care what happens. I’m just here for entertainment.” 

Camille pouts. “See when you say things like that, it makes me not want to tell you anything because you’ll make fun of it.” 

“I don’t do that.” She can feel the gazes of the three on her. “I’m sorry. I really am. I just- I don’t know how to handle these kinds of things. It’s hard for me.” 

“Thank you. There’s one way you can make it up to me.” 

“I don’t like that look you have in your eyes.” 

“James, I’m going to need your costume.” 

“Wait- no. James, please. I am begging you, don’t-” 

“You look so cute,” Jasner says as the boys fawn over how adorable she looks with the slightly too big robe. 

“I do not,” she pouts. 

“Okay, I’m going to ask. Why are you two the only actors here in costumes?” The pretty boy asks. 

“That, James, is because we have surrendered ourselves to the roles. And they have not.” Camille snaps her wand at a random dude who’s waiting to audition. “I think I have an extra nose for you.” 

“Please don’t. I look much witchier without a fake, wart covered nose.” 

The brunette shrugs. “Fine.” 

“I think I have butterflies in my stomach. Right behind my washboard abs.” 

Sulane grabs his shirt and pulls it down as Camille slams him back into the chair. “Enough with the abs. And don't be nervous. I got a magic spell up my sleeve.” 

A hand slams onto her arm. “Please don’t. I’m still coughing up baby powder and the way you say that it sounds like you have something else.” 

“Like what?” 

The blonde blinks once. ‘Should I say it?’ She shakes her head, “nevermind.” 

“Okay.” She turns her focus onto the two boys. “See, if you thought the baby powder bit was good, wait till they get a load of this puppy.” 

“That scares me.” 

She looks at the inside of the robe, she’s lifted for the three to see. 

“Is that my-” 

The audition lady comes out, holding her clipboard. “Camille?” 

James raises his fist, waiting to get a fist bump from her. “Pooh.” 

Sulane steals her chair, so her knees and can stop hurting so much with the way she was sitting on the floor. 

Camille glances back at the three and winks. 

Barely two seconds into her being brought in, there’s a loud explosion that shakes the entire building, alarming everyone. 

James’ hand squeezes her arm, not realizing he had pulled her away from the wall. “Sorry.” 

“It’s- it’s okay.” 

The actress opens the door, coughing. “Nailed it.” 

“Honey,” Sulane shakes her head. “No.” 

“You’re not nice.” 

“You blew up a room.” 

“No, I just smoked it.” 

She walks away from the door, coughing. “James Diamond is next.” 

Sulane furrows her brows. “Shouldn’t you like, I don’t know, air out the room and open some windows so we don’t get some kind of lung disease?” 

The lady shrugs. “James Diamond is next.” 

“I feel like I’m talking to a wall,” she mumbles, crossing her arms as James’ passes by. 

Before he could enter, the lady stopped him. “You don't have any explosives on you, do you?” 

“No.” 

“Then come on in.” 

“So, what was that?” The other two ask. 

“What do you mean?” 

“He was trying to protect you when the big boom happened,” the actress points out. 

“So?” 

“He protected you.” 

“He could have protected himself and not done anything for you,” Jasner adds. 

She shrugs, “he’s always been protective of his friends. This isn’t anything different than any other time we’ve hung out.” 

The brunette grabs her arm and drags her to a corner. 

The raspberry lover can only sit there and watch as the girl he’s known for three years, talks about a potential crush on someone he would like to consider a friend. 

“Why are crushes so hard?” He whines to himself. 

-

“You do realize James protected you because he likes you right?” 

“Way to cut to the chase, Camille.” 

“I’m being serious, and you know it.” 

“I know you’re being serious but I’m telling you that he doesn’t like me that way and I mean if he did, wouldn’t he have made a move or something by now?” 

“I mean,” she pauses. “What if he does and hasn’t said anything because he doesn’t know if you like him back or not and would rather have you as a friend than nothing at all? He has lived a life without you in it.” 

“Again, thank you.” She sighs, “I know. I mean what if- what if he does like me? What am I going to do about Jas?” 

Camille furrows her brows. “What about him?” She gasps, only for the blonde to slap her hand over the actress’ mouth. 

“Will you be quiet?” 

She nods. “Do you like him?” 

Sulane shrugs, “I don’t know. I mean, he’s nice and he, you know.” 

“Know?” 

“He’s different from the guys but I just- I don’t know.” 

“Okay, let me ask you this. If Jasner asked you out today, tomorrow, or even next week. Would you say yes, or would you say no?” 

“I,” she extends the letter.  “Oh, look. James’ is out. Oh, and they called Jasner.” 

The actress sighs before walking over towards her other audition buddy. “Well?” 

“She said she'd let us know by 3:00.” 

“Okay, great. Now we just gotta wait for Jas and then we can go.” 

Speak and they shall appear. 

“Hey, how’d it go?” 

James gives him a high five. 

“I don’t know but it felt good, and I just have to wait till three before I know anymore.” 

“Nice,” Sulane holds up her hand to get a high five as well. “Let’s go before they call me. I don’t want to be here any longer.” 

“I just know we're both going to get this one, you two. Witches of Rodeo Drive, here we come. And now, back to the Palmwoods.” 

Camille disappears. 

“Wow. She’s good.” 

“She’s not good- she disappeared,” James cries out. 

“Maybe she really is a witch,” Jasner mutters. 

“You guys, are- are you coming or what?” 

“Okay.”

-

The four sit in the bands apartment as the they wait for their phone call. 

“It's five minutes past 3:00. When are they gonna call?” James asks, pacing around the kitchen. 

“They'll call. But remember, don't get upset if we don't get a role. Another part of acting is conquering rejection.” 

“Oh, yeah.” Jasner sighs, “that’s very true. It sucks but, it kind of toughens you up or at least, it does until your next audition.” 

“Yes? Really? Got it. Thanks.” 

“You got the part?” James asks, feeling excited for her. 

“No. But see how well I handled the rejection?” She sobs, covering mouth. 

Jasner pats her on her back. “It’s okay. I’m not going to lie though; I think it had something to do with what you had under your sleeve.” 

Sulane nudges him in the elbow a little too hard. 

He wheezes as he bends over. “Ow.” 

“Shut up.” 

“Hello? James? Congratulations. You got the part. You're Memnock, the warlock with great abs.” 

“Really? That's-” he glances over at the sobbing actress, “too bad.” 

“Bad? Did you just hear me?” 

“Well, thanks for calling. Uh, my acting coach did say I need to learn to handle rejection.” 

“Are you insane? I said you-” 

James flips his phone. 

Sulane glances over at him. 

He feels her stare and gives her soft, sad smile. 

“You got the part?” She mouths. 

He nods. 

Her lips slowly curve upwards, “I’m proud of you.” 

The raspberry lover sighs, seeing the way these two are looking at each other. Jasner’s phone goes off and he answers it. “Really? Thank you.” 

“Did you get it?” 

Jasner struggles to give an answer. “No?” 

“At least one of us did.” 

“Yeah, but,” Sulane sucks in air through her teeth. “James didn’t and he really wanted a part in that show, didn’t you?” 

He nods. “Darn it!” The pretty boy makes a dramatic gesture. “Oh! I didn't get the part either.” 

“You didn't?” Camille asks, sounding sad (for both herself and him). “Look, don't feel bad. I didn't get a part until my 32nd audition. We'll get 'em next time, right?” 

He fists bumps her. “You're right.” 

“Of course, I am. And now this witch has to fly!” She flies up into the air while cackling. 

“When did you set up wires in my apartment?” 

“I did it this morning.” 

“Why did you say that so casually?” Sulane asks the two of them. 

They shrug. 

Sulane checks her phone, seeing a text from Kendall and Jo. 

-

JoJo

“He knows” 2:37pm Sent Read 

“Help” 2:38pm Sent Read 

The Blond one 

“She lied about having a boyfriend. Can you believe that?” 2:59pm Sent Read 

“Did you know?” 3:01pm Sent Read 

She shakes her head, not at all surprised that Jo got caught with her lie; she’s warned her so many times, saying that she’s going to get caught but the girl didn’t want to believe that it was going to happen. 

The Awesome One to The Blonde One

“I knew but I told her to be honest” 3:08pm Sent Read 

The Awesome One to JoJo

“I told you the fake boyfriend thing wasn’t going to work” 3:09pm Sent Read 

“I also said, if you ever get caught. You’re on your own.” 3:11pm Sent Read 

-

The boys meet up in the apartment. 

“I had such a crazy day. Check it out,” Carlos starts. 

“I had the best time today,” Kendall chimes in. “You guys got to hear what happened.” 

“You're not gonna believe what happened to me.”

Sulane raises a brow and sits across beside Katie. 

“I mean, what happened to us.” 

“That’s better.” 

“Hey, where’s Jasner?” Kendall asks. 

“He’s got to start preparing for a role.” 

“He got a part?” Mama Knight asks. 

“Yep,” she nods. “It’s for one episode but it’s going to be interesting because he has to play an evil warlock name Kaleb Sparker.” 

The guys nod politely. 

“The name could have been better though.” 

“I’m happy you said it,” Carlos adds. 

Mama Knight and Carlos’ dad set a couple of plates down as the latter asks, “okay, all right, guys. So how do we decide who tells their story first?” 

The door to their apartment breaks off the hinges and falls. 

“Logan goes first,” everyone says. 

The brainiac slowly walks in, unable to do so steadily. 

“She’s going down,” Sulane says as she rushes towards the poor boy. 

Everyone follows in suit when he falls face first. 

“Oh, she's fine. She's fine,” James says. 

Logan whines when they lift him up. 

Sulane decides it’s time to go back to her apartment, so she can get some sleep. 

James offers to walk her back to her place. 

“Do you think he’s going to make his move?” Kendall asks the other three. 

Logan shakes his head before groaning in pain. 

“Not a chance,” Carlos tells him. 

-

“Thank you for what you did earlier.” 

“What did I do?” 

She sighs, spinning around with her back now facing the door. “You know what you did.” 

“Oh, about the Camille thing it was- it was no big deal.” 

“It was for you though and I wasn’t talking about that initially but that was also a really nice thing of you to do. I know you’ve always wanted your face to be on the big screen and you saying no, hurt you.” 

He shrugs, “I mean, a little at first but now that I think about it… I’m kind of happy I said no.” 

“Why is that?” 

“They didn’t want me for me or my acting skills, you know. They just- they wanted me for my washboard abs which is a compliment, but I don’t think it’s something I want to be known for. Why are you smiling like that?” 

“I’m just realizing how much you’ve grown.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Before you would have probably jumped at the opportunity to be the pretty face of the show but now, you’re taking people’s feelings into consideration and thinking about what you want in life.” 

James stares at the ground, suddenly feeling a little bashful. 

“I also wanted to say thank you trying to help me out when Camille showed the audition lady her secret weapon.” 

“Oh, that? Wait- that’s what you’re thanking me for.” 

She nods. 

“You don’t have to thank me for that. I’d do it again, you know. I mean, I- I care about you.” 

She pauses, every bone in body doesn’t move. 

“You’re my friend, of course I care about you, you know.” 

She lets out a quiet, “ah.” 

And here’s to the first time, they lied to each other about something. 

Sulane nods, “yeah, I know you do and that’s what I told- nevermind. It doesn’t matter. It's late and you should go back to your guys’ apartment. Who knows what tomorrows going to bring?” 

“Right.” 

“Night, James.” 

“Night, Sullie.” 

-

She closes the door and rests against it, waiting until he leaves. She wipes her cheek. “There’s no reason to cry,” she tells herself. 

James feels like an idiot, that would have been the perfect time to tell her. 

She starts writing another letter, a new series that is for her eyes only. She’s up until one in the morning and she’s written four letters, using more than one page. 

Previously: Chapter VII // Continue: Chapter IX

[sincerelymina]

Vendetta leon n' reader fluff where they go to a café after he fixes his bike - 🐰

sweet

content: vendetta leon x female reader. could be age gap, but doesn’t have to be. established relationship. very cute & fluffy. leon’s dad jokes. kisses. fangirling. slice of life. short & sweet. author’s note: hiiii omg i'm so weak for vendetta leon. and this is such a cute prompt, i gotchu.

"babe…you're still workin' on that thing?" 

the soft lull of your voice snaps leon out of his concentration, rising to his feet and turning around to face you, standing at the doorway, gently holding onto the frame. the wrench he'd been holding drops to the floor with a loud clatter. 

"she's not gonna fix herself," leon shrugs, wiping away the sweat that glimmered on his forehead with the back of his hand that was littered with oil.

the scent of motor oil and grease lingered heavily in the air, mingled with the faint smell of gasoline, the acrid aroma unwelcomingly invading your senses. tools were scattered across the floor—wrenches, screwdrivers, and a few special instruments you couldn't quite recognize. 

"aren't these given to you for free anyways? why bother?" you ask, stepping down the couple stairs to the garage. "you're so extra sometimes," you huff. 

leon rolls his eyes, watching as you pick up the engine he was tinkering with, examining the contraption curiously. "you see, sweetheart," he swipes the engine away from your hands, afraid you might mess something up accidentally, "this one's special to me." 

"whatever," you settle yourself onto the empty stool, lazily draping your arms over your thighs. "we're still on for this afternoon though, right?" 

it was a clear, sunny saturday morning—the weather was perfect and tulips were blooming, painting a picturesque scene outside. after being away for a long week on some taxing mission, leon had finally returned, straight into your embrace—he'd promised to take you out today, but here he was, still messing with his ducati. 

"sorry baby," his piercing eyes meet yours, a smug look etching onto leon's face. "change of plans. i'm takin' her out," he teases, patting the seat of his motorcycle. 

a flicker of annoyance flashes across your features. you scoff, rolling your eyes, "you're not funny, leon." you deadpan. if there was one thing leon absolutely adored—that wasn't you—it was awful dad jokes. deep down, you found them incredibly endearing, but you'd never admit that out loud. after all, was leon really leon if not for the terrible jokes?

he laughs lightly, shaking his head—a habit of his you'd picked up over the two years you'd been together. "don't get all pouty on me, doll," leon leans in to press a kiss onto your soft lips, "of course we are. just lemme finish this up and shower."

"okay, take your time," you slide off of the stool, your hands gliding over his arms to gently push him off of you, not wanting the grease on his hands to mistakenly dirty up your clothes. maybe it was deliberate, you think, he probably wanted you to take that shower with him—not that you were opposed to the idea.

the roar of his motorcycle's engine vibrates through your body as you clutch tightly onto leon's leather jacket, arms wrapped tightly around his waist as you hold on for dear life. this wasn't the first time you rode with leon, but it still served to be somewhat terrifying. the landscape around you blurs into a kaleidoscope of colors while the sun kisses your exposed skin. 

gusts of wind brushes past the two of you, whipping your hair and billowing your skirt. with every turn and bend, you leaned in sync with him, your face pressing against the cool leather. 

leon loved the way you clung onto him like this, a smirk creeping onto his lips as he felt your plush tits press up against his back when he'd make a sharp swerve. 

eventually, leon turns off of the highway, now only several minutes away from the café that you'd been wanting to try out for so long. he pulls into an empty parking spot, kicking the stand to set the bike in place to allow you to slide off easily. you take the helmet off, shaking your head to straighten out your hair. leon smiles, admiring the sight before him.

"c'mon pretty girl," his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to him while you walked towards the café. an obligatory kiss is placed on the side of your forehead. leon was cute.

the small bell above the door chimed softly as the café door swung open, letting in a gentle breeze as you and leon stepped inside. the sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries enveloped you, a sense of warmth washing over the pair.

it was quaint and inviting inside, with mismatched chairs and tables, each adorned with small vases of tulips or peonies. the walls were lined with bookshelves crammed with an eclectic mix of novels and magazines. a soft hum of conversation mixed with the sound of clinking cups and the whir of the espresso machine as a bowie record spun in the background.

"of course you'd pick a place like this," leon quips with an amused chuckle, his hand absentmindedly smoothing up and down your side. "what're you in the mood for, baby?"

"i'll be taking that as a compliment," a pretty smile adorns your lips as you mull over his question, wondering what you wanted to order. your eyes scan over the menu chalked above the counter, the barista also waiting to take your order. jeez, places like this truly brought out your indecisiveness.

after pondering for about a moment, you decide, "i think…i think i'll have a hot vanilla latte and one of those raspberry scones," your finger points to the glass display filled with treats. 

"always back to the basics, hm?" leon teases, looking down at your adoringly for a moment while pinching your stomach, before ordering himself, "i'll go with a black coffee and a blueberry danish." 

the barista—a teenage girl—nods, quickly jotting down both of your orders as she swung over to prepare your drinks effortlessly. when she thought the two of you had walked far enough, and out of earshot, she fawned over you with the other barista working there. "aren't they so perfect? ugh, that's all i want in life." she gushes woefully, yearning for something similar. 

truth be told, the two of you were quite a picturesque, swoonworthy couple. leon, with his ruggishly handsome looks and signature leather jacket, and you, with your pretty features and stylish outfits. a total juxtaposition to one another, yet still fit so seamlessly together. the comment drew out an amused scoff from leon and a light laugh from you.  

it wasn't long before the same barista brought your coffee and pastries, handing them to their respective owners. a sheepish, stupid smile played on her lips, "enjoy!" her eyes darted between both you and leon, admiring the two of you in your entirety.

you raise the ceramic mug to your lips, taking a nice swig of the your latte, savoring the sweet taste that trickled down your throat. "this is perfect," your tongue glides over your top lip, wiping away the foam mustache that had formed. a contented smile spread across your face, the sight alone causing leon to smile. you were cute.

"isn't it?" leon agrees, taking a bite out of his danish. unbeknownst to him, you quickly snap a picture of him, a sly look on your face. when he notices, his eyes narrow, "you delete that right now." his tone instantly firmed, but it was obvious he was only playing around.

"oh, no way in hell," you shake your head with a giggle, setting your phone down on the table, "this is going straight to claire and the others." 

"this is what i get for paying." he sighed sharply, shaking his head in disbelief. leon would get brutally mutilated by one of the b.o.w's he dealt with on the regular before ever making you pay on a date. 

sunlight poured in through the large glass windows, engulfing the café in an amber embrace, only adding to the already cozy atmosphere. you and leon sit there on that corner table for another hour or so, the two of you talking each other's ears off over tasty—and overpriced—coffee and pastries.

[desmoheartt]

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[mypoisonedvine]

Rough Ride | biker!Chris Evans x reader

summary: for a biker, chris is quite the romantic.  for a small-town waitress, you’re quite the rebel for falling for a biker.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: smut!!, biker gang shenanigans, references to smoking, love at first sight, a touch of possessiveness, vaguely soulmate au?? (because of aforementioned love at first sight), kinda innocent reader, shy reader, essentially a very fluffy pwp

The gang had never really scared you, even if the other girls working here were intimidated by them.  In your mind, having a motorcycle club frequent your hole-in-the-wall meant being more protected rather than more vulnerable.  Most of them were nice enough, even if their glances were less than subtle and they brought in the smell of cigarettes with them.  They tipped well, and what matters other than that?  

When you saw Chris for the first time, though, you were intimidated.  Maybe that wasn’t the right word.  It wasn’t him that scared you at all, but the rush of feelings that overcame you.  What scared you was knowing that, as absurd as it was, you were in love.

He sat at your table, as if he knew you’d be serving him, spreading his legs as he got comfortable and draping a leather jacketed arm over the worn pleather booth.  You’d tried to keep your cool, taking his order in spite of those crystal blue eyes piercing right through you.  Ink decorated his skin, peeking out from every edge of his clothing— unreadable words on his neck, abstract shapes on his wrists and hands, letters on his knuckles.  You watched from the kitchen as those tattooed fingers wrapped around the mug of coffee you’d served him, his neck tattoo shifting a little as he took a long sip.

“Do y’all want anything to eat?” you asked quietly, waiting for a chance to hear his voice.  His buddies answered first, ordering hashbrowns and bacon and their various usuals.  With no one else left to ask, your eyes met his and you waited in tense silence for him to say something.

“You got pancakes?”  

How stupid that those were the words that made your heart stop, slurred with a Boston accent, monotone to the point it barely sounded like a question.

You were in love with him.  Before now you hadn’t been the type to dream about soulmates, to wait for your Prince Charming to come save you.  But this guy had a noble steed you could ride off into the sunset with— except it was a Ducati, and sunset wasn’t for another nine hours…

“Hello?” he frowned.

Oh, had you forgotten to actually say something?

“Y-yes,” you finally blurted out, “we’ve got pancakes.  Best in the county.”

“Blueberry?”

You nodded quickly.  “Or cinnamon, or banana, or original…”

“Blueberry then,” he decided.  “Thanks.”

You shuffled to the back, spinning behind the saloon door into the kitchen and leaning against the wall with a sigh.  It was a miracle you remembered any of the other orders, since all you could think about was him and his eyes and his voice and those ridiculously lovely tats.

You passed the order on to the cook, taking off the apron part of your uniform so you could try to cool off for a second, only peering out to check that the table didn’t need anything every few minutes.  As much as you wanted to hide away in the kitchen forever, you could see that a few of the mugs were empty at his table and you needed to give them a refill.  

Sighing and grabbing a fresh pot from the coffeemaker, you ventured back into the dining area; of course it only took him a split second to lock his eyes on you, watching you come closer with a stare that made the silence so much more oppressive.

“Everything alright so far?” you asked, voice much shakier than you meant for it to be.  One of the other bikers asked about getting a cup of decaf, another wanted more creamer, but he just sipped at the black coffee and kept his eyes trained on you over the rim on the mug.  “Food should be out in a minute…”

You all but ran back to the kitchen; you could only take so much of him at once.  Looking at him was like looking at the sun, and looking anywhere else was like a waste of your vision.

You made busywork for yourself in the kitchen, rearranging utensils and refilling ketchup bottles.  You heard the kitchen door swing open behind you, the light shifting in the corner of your eye.

“Charlene, can you cover my table for a while?  I can’t go back out there—” you began, but heavy footsteps stopping behind you made you realize it was most certainly not Charlene.  You spun around to find him staring down at you, contemplating the way you shrunk into his shadow.

“Were you really gonna run so quick?  Make Charlene bring me my pancakes?” he asked with a gentle voice, stepping slightly closer.

“You’re not supposed to be back here,” you explained sheepishly.

“I heard we own this place,” he returned, raising an eyebrow, “and everything in it.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “something like that…”

Then he moved in so close— almost too close, even though you simultaneously wanted more— until you were clutching the cool metal table behind you, your eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips and back.

“Tell me something, sweetheart,” he whispered, “do you believe in love at first sight?”

“I’m starting to,” you admitted quietly.  And he kissed you, so much more delicate and tender than he had any right to be.  Maybe you should’ve feigned disinterest, but not even for a moment could you do anything but kiss him back, slipping your arms around his neck.  But that wasn’t enough to keep him close, unfortunately, as he pulled away much too soon.

“How about now?” he pressed, and your eyes were a little delayed in opening again as you tried to process the fact that you’d just experienced the most perfect kiss of all time.

You nodded a little, looking back up at him and biting your lip slightly.  “You never told me your name,” you realized.

“Chris,” he answered quickly.  You started to tell him yours but he finished it for you, making your eyes go wide.

“How did you—?”

He smirked and tapped on the hard plastic nametag pinned to your chest.

“Oh,” you giggled, “right…”

He leaned in a little closer, one arm caging you in as it rested against the wall by your head, while the other was playing with the hem of your yellow uniform.  “When do you get off?” he purred in your ear, his fingers brushing over your legs just under your skirt.

“Whenever you want me to get off,” you answered quickly, not even noticing the double entendre.

“Right now,” he decided.  “Your shift ends right now, and you’re gonna get on the back of my bike and ride with me.”

“Okay,” you nodded.

You stood a few feet away on the gravel while he started the engine, enraptured at the way his fingers gripped the handles and pumped the gas and brakes to test them.  When he guided you to get on the back, you tried not to notice the way the vibrations of the bike shot right through you, and just focused on his face as he turned back to look at you.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

“Your place.”

He chuckled lightly but revved the engine, kicking off and sending the bike spurring forward onto the highway.  You clutched at his torso tightly, resting your face on the leather of his jacket and watching your tiny little town roll by.

//

Normally this would be the time to describe his apartment, but you didn’t even notice it; you were too busy grabbing him by his jacket and pulling him into you the second he’d unlocked the door.  You’d never kissed anyone like this, or ever tried to, or ever wanted to, so you didn’t know if you were doing it right.  But he sure seemed to like it considering he pressed against you and moaned a little into your mouth.

Maybe it was all a game for him, his chance to corrupt an innocent waitress who bought his crap because she was gullible enough to believe he loved her.  You knew that was more likely than not, you weren’t stupid for all your naivete, but you couldn’t really bring yourself to believe it.  It felt so real, the way he pulled you closer, the way he kissed you— it didn’t feel like he was rushing you, since you were the one who helped him take his jacket off before you started to unbutton your uniform, and pushed him back onto the mattress on the floor, straddling him as you moaned into his mouth.

“Baby,” he whispered against your lips, something like shock mixed with pride painting the tone of his voice.

“I need you,” you whimpered, “I’ve never— I don’t usually— this isn’t—”

“It’s okay,” he nodded, “I get it.  I’ve never felt this way before either.”

He pushed your hands away from their task of opening the uniform, his thick and ink-decorated fingers taking over instead.  Your face warmed as he pushed the fabric off your shoulders, revealing your practical bra— not very sexy, unfortunately, but he didn’t seem to mind as he ran his hands all over your newly-exposed skin.

Not that you would’ve been especially irritated if it took him a minute to unhook your bra, but of course he did it seamlessly.  Faster than when you tried to do it yourself, even.

His palms were warm as they cupped your breasts, your nipples already hard but reacting further to being tweaked between his thumb and forefingers.  A shiver danced down your spine, and you fought between looking back into his piercing gaze or glancing away to spare yourself the intensity of it all.  You stammered out his name when he pinched a little harder, almost losing your balance but catching yourself on his chest.

He stopped and sat up to quickly pull his shirt off, and you bit your lip at the sight of his chest and torso littered in ink.  You wanted to trace each one with your tongue, but that would have to wait for another time; instantly he pushed you off of him and flipped you onto your back, caging you in with his absurdly thick arms and grinning as he hovered above you.

“You are so goddamn beautiful,” he mumbled, “did you know that?”

You stammered, never really getting out an effective reply, as he reached down and toyed with the hem of your panties.  His fingers tickled your skin while he started to pull them down, excruciatingly slow; his eyes bore into yours for the longest time, dark and brooding, until he finally glanced down and watched the fabric slide over your thighs.

With bated breath, you waited for his reaction to your nude body.  He was silent as he pushed your legs apart, finally letting out a low growl as he spread your folds.  “Fuck, baby…” he sighed just under his breath.

The moment his fingers made contact with your soaked folds, you gasped; he gathered the abundant slick he found there and spread it over your clit, drawing relaxed circles over it as you fought not to buck your hips up already.  That was impossible, though, when he slipped a finger into your soaking entrance, and then another.

“Oh—” you gasped, sitting up to watch him work as if you couldn’t really believe it was happening otherwise.

Watching his tattoos disappear inside you was… indescribable.  Your head fell back as those fingers curled inside you, his thumb rubbing over your clit roughly.  “Fuck,” you groaned, “Chris, don’t stop…”

He didn’t, in fact he only pumped and twisted his fingers faster until you clutched at the sheets beneath you and arched your back.  You couldn’t exactly keep track of what you were saying, or how long it had been going, but you were pretty sure that you were doing lots of begging and that it had not been long enough to justify the fact that you were already right on the edge of coming.  When his fingers moved a little faster and a little rougher, you moaned his name before you could stop yourself.

“Yeah, you gonna make a mess all over my hand, baby?” he growled through his teeth.

“Yes,” you sobbed, “yes, I’m so close.”

“Then do it,” he encouraged gruffly, “come for me.”

You must have reached up and grabbed him at some point, because your nails were digging into his shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark if it weren’t for the marks already there— hard to see a bruise on black ink.  Hard to see anything when you’re coming so hard that your vision goes a little spotty.  If you had realized the intensity of your involuntary convulsions in that moment, you would’ve likely been self-conscious about it, but you didn’t really notice since you were too busy gasping and moaning and writhing for him— and he didn’t even stop until you reached down and grabbed his wrist.  You weren’t strong enough to push him away, of course, but it was a clear signal, and he thankfully slowed down to a stop.  You whimpered a little when he pulled his fingers out of you; he hummed as he brought the digits to his lips and sucked your flavor from them.

Any other day and one orgasm would satisfy you, especially one like that.  And in a sense, you were satisfied; but in another (and stronger) sense, you needed more— you needed everything.  You just hoped that sitting up and fumbling with his belt would get the point across.

He didn’t help you this time, happy to sit there breathing heavily and watching you work on his belt, then his fly, then his boxers until you were gasping as you revealed his thick cock.  Maybe it was just going to go straight to his ego, but you had no interest in hiding your shock at the sight of it, a drop of precum forming at the slit; a picturesque vein running up the underside.  “Fuck,” you groaned, wrapping your hand around it and giving it a few slow strokes.

You yelped a little, in a good way, as he pushed you back onto the bed and kissed you deeply: it was needy, but not quite rough.

When the tip of him prodded at your entrance, you gasped against his lips, and yet you were still a little disappointed when he broke the kiss and pulled away, his eyes rapidly scanning your expression.

“You want it?” he asked— not a taunt, a genuine question.

“Yes,” you nodded, “more than anything.”

“This isn’t a fling,” he told you sternly.  “This isn’t a one-night stand.  We do this, you’re mine, you understand?”

“Yours,” you agreed with a breathless nod, and he finally pushed the tip into you.  He stopped when you winced, but you didn’t mind the sting so much— you wanted to feel everything, even the pain, as long as it was him.  You wrapped your legs around his hips and tried to push him in deeper, but he resisted.  “I want it all, please,” you begged weakly.

“Not sure you can take it,” he admitted nervously.

“I can, please, just need you inside me,” you whined.

He sighed a little but relented and pushed all the way in, still maintaining a measured pace; you sighed with relief when his hips were flush against yours.  The sting was nothing compared to the perfection of his body nestled in yours, the way he looked down at you before he kissed you again.  It was less rushed than before, less desperate as he savored every inch of you, like you had all the time in the world— it certainly felt like you did.

He didn’t pull out very far, focusing instead on grinding his hips against yours, which not only served to keep him so deep inside you that you could barely breathe but also pressed some very hard part of him right into your clit.  It was nearly overwhelming, but his kiss kept you grounded, along with his arms slipping under you so he could hold you tight.  You clutched at his neck and ran your fingers through his hair, kissing him back and moaning against his tongue.  It helped you relax a little, until your body opened up to his size and he could thrust a bit harder without resistance.  Even then, he kept it slow and steady, waiting until you whined and pleaded for more to start really fucking you.

You couldn’t keep up with the kiss anymore when he pounded into you like that, your head falling back and giving him perfect access to gently bite at your neck.  It only made you wetter to imagine that while he wore his tattoos on his neck, you could bare whatever marks he made on your skin with his lips and teeth and tongue.  Too bad yours would be less permanent.

“How’s it feel?” he asked you darkly, his voice rough but warm against your ear.

“So good,” you panted, “you feel so good.”

He reached down to grab your parted legs and hold them open wider, and you hadn’t realized that it would send the tip of him spearing straight into your most delicate spot.  Your back arched instantly and you made a somewhat embarrassing noise, but he grinned and nibbled at your jaw, thrusting a little faster and repeating the motion.

“F-fuck,” you shuddered.

“You’re— shit, you’re squeezin’ on me,” he groaned, and you took pride in the way pleasure affected his voice.  “Can feel you tryin’ to milk my cock.”

Lewd talk like that had never turned you on so much before, but it was different the way he said it.  Then again, everything was different when he did it, especially the way his fingertips were sure to leave little bruises on your legs from how tight he was holding.

“Look down,” he instructed as he sat up slightly, “look at how good you’re takin’ me, baby.”

You did, and sure enough, it was hard to believe that every time he pulled back, his massive cock was somehow going to fit back inside you again— or that it ever did in the first place.  But with every stroke he filled you to the brim, and when you looked back up, he was already staring down at you with those damn eyes that kept you frozen in place every time.

He pulled out suddenly, making you whimper at the loss as he stared down at you.  “Flip over, get on your hands and knees for me.”

You surprised yourself with how quickly you obeyed, arching your back as his rough hands gripped at your hips tightly.  When he pulled you back and speared you on his cock, it was like an entirely new sensation.  His cock was even deeper, stretching your walls in new ways as you keened and whimpered beneath him.

“How’s that feel, baby?” he groaned, already setting a new and much more aggressive pace.

“So good,” you cried, “it’s so good, you’re so good…”

“You like how I fuck you?” he pressed, like your mouth hung slack and your hands struggling to hold onto the mattress weren’t enough to make it obvious that you did.

“Love it,” you moaned, “please, don’t stop.”

And he didn’t, thankfully, not even close; he held your body and pulled you back onto him in time with his own thrusts forward, the sound of skin on skin rivalled only by your constant stream of moans and cries.  

Another orgasm was well on its way, though this one felt different than the first— coming on slower but stronger, making your legs shake as they fought to hold you up your weight.  

When the coil finally snapped, you didn’t feel the need to tell him you were coming again, because it was so obvious from the way you moaned and how your walls rippled and tightened on him harder than ever.  And just in case it wasn’t clear that he noticed you hitting the height of your pleasure, he leaned down a little and mumbled right against your ear: “Feels so good when you come for me, baby.”

You whimpered and let your upper body collapse onto the bed; the dramatic arch in your back was slightly uncomfortable, but your orgasm had made your whole body a little numb so you didn’t notice.

“Want you to come too,” you sighed, desperate to make him feel even a fraction as good as he’d made you feel.

“Fuck, I will,” he warned you, “god, you feel so good, gonna come inside you.”

“Please,” you sighed, “want it all in me, Chris, please…”

He followed through on his promise with a stuttered gasp, stopping his thrusts to stay buried deep in you as you felt his cock swell and flex against your walls.  Warmth spread within you as you hummed contentedly, his heavy breathing slowly stabilizing before he gently pulled out and guided you to lay beside him on the bed.

For a moment, you feared that he’d gotten what he wanted and would either toss you out or just slowly disappear from your life.  After all, he was him, and you were you, and there was something oil-and-water about it all, right?

Wrong.  He wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you into him, and kissed you one more time.  You reciprocated quickly and tried not to smile too hard.

“If I say something really stupid,” he whispered when he pulled back slightly. “will you promise not to freak out?  I mean, I know it’s impossible and it doesn’t make any sense and we just met but—”

“I love you too,” you interrupted, and he smiled back at you, letting out a sigh of bemused relief.  

“Bein’ a biker’s girl isn’t easy,” he warned you, “but I’ll keep you safe, I can promise that.”

His words were just that; words.  But the way he held you tightly and kissed you deeply made you sure that he would keep his promise. 

[amoc94]

"His Pet"

Summary : Min Yoongi. A business magnate, and a mafia leader. He was everything you would never imagine to be a part of your life.Yet fate is not something to be eluded.

He would do anything to make you his.

Genre : Yandere, Mafia AU.

Pairings : Yoongi × female OC (from reader's POV).

Warning for this chapter : Violence, gang fight, murder.

This story is not for easily triggered readers or below eighteen.

Full Masterlist and elaborate warning please read here.

List of chapters here.

CHAPTER 17.

It took them half an hour to scan between several storehouses to find the one that was used to hide the robbed goods.

Most of the building were in decay, with many of them became point for waste disposal. Several of them were unlocked and empty, made their task easier, and with the help of metal detector, they finally found it.

It was just like he predicted, Yoongi felt the surge of satisfaction upon gazing at the view in front of him.

Forty units of the latest model of Ducati motorcycle, and another five of pre-ordered limited edition model, more than two billion won in value. Nothing major to make an impact to his cashflow, but definitely not something he would just let it slide either. The pre-ordered version had been booked by regulars from one of his showroom, it would tarnish his store's reputation should the delivery failed.

No wonder that bastard Kim wanted to betray him, there was no way Yoongi would willing to give even a fraction of that amount as a compensation for something that actually belonged to him from the start.

He was quite familiar with Busan industrial zone, and he found that the only cheap way with space that could fit their loot was in this abandoned warehouses area. No fee nor paperwork needed, albeit not too safe, but the most feasible option.

To think that he actually considered their offer for mutual agreement, only to find that they kept it in Yongho instead of Gwangan like they said to him earlier.

It was a downright insult to his ingenuity.

On the other hand, something so unforgivable would mean his trigger-happy fingers would be very much satiated today.

He already called Sejin to arrange two container trucks stood by, and it required one hour to move all the bikes to be transported back to his warehouse in Dongsam. Good thing he decided to leave the house two hours earlier this morning.

The distance from Gwangan to Yongho would be around twenty minutes minus traffic. He guessed that once the realization dawned on them that Bangtan took the detour, they would probably arrive in Yongho in forty minutes.

Well, forty five minutes to be exact, Yoongi checked his watch, smirking while casting a glance at the view afar, around forty men strode in conceited manner, carried various weapons, from baseball bat, samurai, to butcher knife.

He looked at them in disdain, he despised these kind of thugs, they were poor and filthy, most of them were ex-convicts who went back and forth of jail, a literal epitome of scumbag.

To have the nerve to rob from Bangtan, Yoongi could only praised their leader for that, between ignorance or idiocy he just couldn't decide which one suit the guy better.

That brought to mind, if you want to get rid the bee colony, you have to kill the queen bee.

Their leader stopped his pace a few meters in front of Yoongi, didn't waste time to shoot his oath.

"Bangtan! You son of a bitch! You broke the fucking agreement!"

"You really have the nerve to say that to me? Why should I compensate you after you betray me first? You think I won't find out?"

Yoongi cocked his head and gave them a disparaging look.

Seemed like that guy didn't have the right answer, his cheeks turned rosy of anger and shame. He certainly had to do something to save his face in front of his men.

"Cut it out! No more agreement! Charge!" He gave cue to his men to attack.

The seconds after they step forward, five of them at the front range screamed and fell down, clutching the knives jabbed on their chest.

Yoongi proudly observed Taehyung's movement when throwing his knives, sailing smooth and swift, his movement was near invisible, hit the targets almost simultaneously.

With fluid mobility like he was dancing, he swung around, pivoting on his heel, and slayed another three men with his blade.

Jimin took a long sprint, before jumped to the air, and launched multiple kicks to three other men stood next to the leader. When they collapsed, he unleashed his blade to stab their chest alternately.

There were five other men charged themself to Jungkook who brandishing his nunchucks, swung it into circle motion, launching several hits to their heads, before worked on his blade to slash their throat in a continuous move.

Hoseok moved forward maneuvered between gun and blade alternately, crippled ten more men throughout, bulldozed his way to where the leader was standing.

Even after the dispute he had with Hoseok in the past, Yoongi had to admit, the man indeed got style. His blade skills probably wasn't as good as Taehyung, nor his skill with gun as sharp as Yoongi, but combining the two in between, made him one of the great fighter in their group.

Yoongi stood in front of the battle, scanned the view in front of him, ready to shoot whenever he spot an unguarded attack. He was their ultimate protector, to make sure that no opponent could penetrate their defense, and wound any of the member.

His shooting accuracy enabled him to stand anywhere within perimeter without missing his targets. So far he had shot one person tried to hit Jimin on his back with a knife, and another one that attacked Jungkook from his side.

They had to minimize the use of guns, as not to attract the attention of authority later. Gang fights rarely involved firearm, thus insignificant amount of bullets found on the crime scene would be dismissed.

If the amount of bullets cross the line, it would led to investigation by police force, which he certainly wanted to avoid. Yoongi had enough connections within the goverment, but he would prefer to keep things on the down low.

It wasn't long before the whole gang were defeated, lying around with blood spills everywhere.

Yoongi stood in front of the Kim hyungnim, watching his slump form, all alone, without his men to help him. Jungkook who stood behind him, kicked the back of his knee to force him to kneel down, and handcuffed his wrists.

Crouching to his eye level, he pressed his gun muzzle to the man's chin.

"Now, Kim, this is the second time you robbed our stuff. The first time I let it slide, because I didn't have time to bother, and I thought I should let the authority to find it, which they haven't, until now. I want you to give back the money to me, then maybe I would spare your life."

"It was my money, and of course you don't know. But if you return it to me, then I will definitely spare your wife. Considering six of my employees were killed during your assault to our warehouse, it sounds reasonable enough don't you think?" Yoongi loved to see how people struggled in his grasp.

"Tch ... how do I know you will not kill me after I give the money to you." He spat with hateful glare from his bloodshot eyes.

"You son of a bitch! Leave her out of this!" He tried to stand up to make a move, but Jungkook stepped on his ankles practically immobilized him.

"Surprise surprise, you still care about her? I thought the nights you spent in brothel every week told me otherwise. Well, you chose the hard way I see. Good thing I came prepared. Hobi, can you help me?"

Hoseok stepped forward and put the briefcase he brought earlier on the ground, taking out a syringe along with an ampoule filled with clear liquid. He drew the liquid to the syringe, then injected to the guy's arm.

"Fuck! What are you giving me?"

"This is to squeeze your mouth so you could spill the information. Enjoy it, you can get high with this one." Hoseok spoke to the guy while throwing the syringe to an empty plastic bag.

A minute later, they watched the man as he started to swing his head weakly, sign of the drug to take effect. His eyes looked unfocused, and his body seemed lethargic.

"Now, Kim, can you tell me, where is my money?" Yoongi lifted up his chin with his gun.

"The money that you got after you sold out the batch of air taser from my warehouse, of course."

"What money?" He slurred and blinked his heavy eyes tried to have a clear view of Yoongi in front of him.

He smiled with his eyes partly closed.

"Ahh ... that ... good stuff ... sold out real quick."

"Of course..real good that made you so greedy you didn't even want to spare some for your own men." Yoongi sneered.

"One million won per piece, why would I give it to them. Stupid useless bastards. Couldn't even fight properly."

Yoongi pressed the muzzle to his jaw firmer. "Where is the money?"

"It's in my bank, of course. You think this is ancient time, where people put money under pillow?" His insane laugh annoyed Yoongi to the point where his fingers felt so itchy to just put a bullet to his head and get it over with.

But not yet, he wanted his money back.

"How about we make an agreement. You show me the money, if there is still more than seventy percent from the total amount, you will live to see another day. Less than that, you go to hell. Oh, and I will spare your wife in return. If you don't tell me, then both of you go to hell." Yoongi locked his sight to the guy's eyes.

The guy's fell silent for few seconds before started to talk again.

"My ... account number ... "

"There is one hundred ninety million won in here."

Yoongi looked to Seokjin who was ready with his laptop. He typed the account number and password, then gave the okay signal to Yoongi.

Yoongi looked at the man in front of him and smirked.

"Oh Kim, too bad, there isn't even seventy percent. Another account maybe?"

The man shook his head. "There is no more, that's the only...."

He didn't have the chance to finish his sentence when the loud gunshot following with a bullet pierced a hole to his forehead, the man's body slumped to the ground.

Yoongi sighed in relieve.

Today's mission was successful more than his initial expectation.

He got his money and stuff back, and his need had been fulfilled.

It was like killing two birds with a stone.

"Good riddance, such a lingering pest. Let's go back. Choi will be here soon to clean up the mess, we aren't suppose to be here."

He stood up and put his gun back to his holster. The rest of his men walked hurriedly back to their car, while Yoongi strode over towards the lamborghini with Jimin and Jungkook.

"Hyung, I think you should look at this." Namjoon called him and gave your phone to Yoongi.

"Twenty five missed calls in an hour. I think her brother got suspicious. You need to find a solution before he reach to the police. I don't think Park could make up excuses for two different cases for us on the same day, it's too risky." Namjoon warned him.

Yoongi paused for a moment to ponder his options, then put the phone to his pocket.

"Jimin, once we arrive at Seoul, we need to make another detour"

Chapter 18

[snarkwrites]

14.12, all I want for Christmas is you, tim speedle

Title: all i want for christmas is you

Theme: songs/music.. i swear to god, this relates to it.

Fandom / Character(s):CSI Miami / Tim Speedle x OFC, ‘blondie’ is the nickname.

Warnings: Uhhh... Fluff to the max?

Word Count: uhh.. 1k-ish?, roughly.

NOTE: I think I tried 3 times to make this work. Then it finally did. This wasn’t even remotely close to the original idea I had for it? But like.. It’s cute and I’m happy, although I apologize if it feels rushed. This is meant to be a one shot type thing, but.. Doesn’t mean I didn’t catch the ‘must write more for CSI’ bug whilst writing it, so we shall see. This is my second story for bae @champbucks​ 12 Days Of Christmas challenge, fyi. I made the graphics thing so do NOT steal it / repost... Do ya’ll know how damn HARD it is to find good ‘beachy christmas’ blue themed christmas photos? because if you didn’t, take me at my word... Anyway. Enough rambling. Enjoy, hopefully?

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9:00 PM [ Blondie ] Hey, Tim?

9:15 PM [ Blondie ] How would you feel about spending Christmas with me? Well, me spending Christmas with you… because I’m kind of standing in Miami International…

I sent the texts and took a few seconds to stop and pull myself together. To locate some kind of map or information center for the airport while I collected myself because if I were being totally honest with myself, this was a spur of the moment decision brought on by a recent wave of nostalgia and longing. I hadn’t actually… Stopped to consider that Tim might be involved with someone or have plans already. Or any of the thousand other possibilities that chose just that exact moment to actually occur to me.

Taking a few shaky breaths, I tried to shove all these sudden doubts and worries out of my head. If I found out he was happy and with someone else, I’d simply shelve what I came all this way to actually tell him at last. I’d just catch up with my best friend and spend a few days away from the freezing cold of New York.

With an exit strategy in place, I felt better. A little more confident. I spotted a kiosk that had a map of the airport in it’s entirety and I wandered over, locating where I was and where I needed to go and as I did that, my stomach fluttered a little. I was nervous and excited, all in the same time. This was.. Huge for me.

And sadly, this was something I should’ve done before he left New York a few years ago, I just hadn’t been able to bring myself to do it then. I knew Tim too well. If he felt the same, he never would’ve gotten away. He’d have stayed. Kept working hours he didn’t like, in a field he didn’t care for. Or he’d have wound up shelving his own dream entirely and simply done as his father suggested and taken over the family business.

I couldn’t let it happen.

As I wandered down to baggage claim, I walked myself through my half-formed plan. And I glanced at my phone every few seconds. By the time I was standing in the back of a long line at baggage claim, tapping my foot and staring at the baggage carousel impatiently for my bags, I’d sort of started to convince myself that what I was about to do was a dumb idea. And that I shouldn’t have come all this way without making contact first.

And lastly, that Tim Speedle wasn’t going to text me back.

So when my cell phone went off in my hand, I jumped a little and nearly dropped it on the tile flooring. I half expected the text to be from my own mother, the driving force behind my spontaneous decision, but to my surprise, it wasn’t.

XXX

“Hey, Speed?”

Tim Speed looked up from the evidence he’d been looking over for the better part of two hours now. Eric nodded to the desk, where Tim’s phone sat, screen lit up. “You got a text, man.” Eric stepped into the room as he said it, grabbing the phone off the desk, intending to take it over to the part of the lab Tim was standing in.

His eyes caught on the name and he wiggled his brows at his best friend in teasing. “Who’s Blondie, Speed?’

Tim’s head snapped up and he hurried over, practically snatching the phone from Eric’s hand as he answered with a shrug, “A friend from home. I wonder why she’s textin now? We haven’t talked in a long time, it’s been years..” Tim trailed off, unlocking his phone, brown eyes darting over the texts as a soft smirk played at his mouth, tugging the corners upward. 

Eric leaned against the wall, arms folded over his chest. “Friends don’t make you smile like a goofball. Start talkin, Speed.”

Tim shrugged and explained the whole thing, adding at the end, “That one time we were talking about missed chances and regrets.. That’s her.”

“The blonde from that picture on your fridge? Damn.” Eric let out a low whistle. “Still say I don’t see why you didn’t just come clean and tell her how you really felt before you left town.”

“I tried, Delko. Everybody’s not smooth like you.”

“Literally all you had to do, Speed, was open your damn mouth. It’s bullshit, you just copped out.” Eric shrugged and smirked at Tim as he said it, especially when he saw that his words had actually gotten a rise out of his best friend. He eyed the phone in Tim’s hand and nodded to it. “Well? You answerin?”

“Hell yeah, when you remove your nosy ass from my lab, Delko.”

“Damn grouch. Hey, Tim?. Don’t think. Just act. Do somethin about this, yeah? You should’ve a long time ago. You’re getting a chance here, man.. take it.” Eric advised before finally leaving the lab, chuckling to himself as he went.

Tim shut the door behind his friend and laughed, leaning himself against the closed door as he spent the next five and a half minutes trying to figure out exactly how the hell to respond.

His heart was racing. One, he’d never thought she’d come to Miami and he found himself wondering why she had now. Two, just seeing her name show up on his phone bought it all rushing back. With more urgency.

10:30 PM [ Speed ] You’re in Miami.. Right now?

10:35 PM [ Speed ] I’m on my way. I just came by the lab to look over some stuff. Stay at the airport, okay? I’ll pick you up. We’ll grab some food or something.

He debated heavily on sending a third text, telling her he missed her, among other things, but he put it off. After all, he didn’t even know if she was here alone… Or why she was here to begin with.

,, but she’s here man. That really should be all that matters. Especially when you were just thinking about her, not even two days ago.” he thought to himself as he slipped on the oversized leather jacket he’d discarded upon entering the lab earlier. After shutting off the lights and locking the door behind him, he hurried out to the parking garage to where he’d parked the Ducati hours before. And the entire time, he couldn’t stop the happy smirk that came.

Nothing mattered but getting to her. Seeing her again.

XXX

My cell phone went off again. By this point, I’d had enough time to wrap my head around Tim being on his way to pick me up. Seeing him again after all this time. I was just coming back up the escalator to the waiting area to find a seat. I stopped a few feet away from the escalator and dug around, finding my phone.

11:00 PM [ Speed ] I think I see you.

11:03 PM [ Speed ] Turn around.

I was just finishing the last text as All I Want For Christmas Is You began to play over the speakers throughout the airport terminal and I felt his hand on my shoulder, turning me around to face him.

And seeing him again after all this time, something in me just snapped. As opposed to a friendly hug hello, I was climbing into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist. Those calloused hands settled on my lower back, squeezing as he chuckled. My fingers carded through his hair and the wrapping around the roses in his hands crinkled. The roses settled on the floor and when my body rubbed against his, a quiet groan escaped in the slim margin of space that remained between our mouths for the moment. “Missed you so damn much.” we both mumbled the words at the same time as his mouth connected with mine, his lips latching onto my lower lip, nipping at it. My tongue slipped past his lips and his fingertips dug into my lower back as he chuckled into the kiss.

The current Christmas song playing, the crowd as it rushed past, everything pretty much fell away as the kiss deepened and one of his hands left it’s resting place against my lower back to tangle in my hair. Neither one of us wanted the kiss to break. Honestly, I think I may have been in a little shock that I’d just… Reacted to seeing him like that, without a seconds thought or hesitation. But the kiss had to break so that we could catch our breaths and when it did, I climbed out of his arms, dragging the back of my hand over kiss swollen lips as Tim bent, retrieving the fallen bouquet of roses off of the tiled floor. “I,uhh..” he held them out and I gave a soft laugh, raising to tiptoe and clutching at the front of his leather jacket as I pressed my lips against his. “They’re beautiful… Any reason?” I questioned, only half in teasing because my breath caught in my throat as I wondered if he’d answer.

“Because I should’ve done.. Something.. About the way I feel a long time ago. Before I left, princess.”

My jaw dropped and he shifted his feet around, staring down at me nervously for a few seconds. “Funny you should mention it, Speed.. That’s kind of what bought me all the way here…” I gave him a soft and slightly teasing smile as I watched his jaw drop. 

“Wait.. Just to be clear… you’re saying you feel the same way, yeah?” his voice was husky against my mouth as he leaned down, pulling me against him for another kiss as I mumbled quietly, “Mhm. All I wanted for Christmas was you. So here I am, Tim.”

He scooped me up and started to hurry towards the doors of the airport after grabbing my rolling suitcase and I laughed. “You in a hurry?”

“Yeah, see.. I kind of have this real hot date.” Tim teased as we stepped out into the cool Miami breeze...

[photographyrich1965]

Moto Guzzi

Connor and I drove to Lacy this morning to pick up an especially nice 2016 Stornello.  it’s a middle weight Italian V-twin that has the tiniest of off-road aspirations.  mostly too heavy and short sprung to be more than a gravel road bike, conversely smooth and comfortable on the street.

I rode the bike back from the dealer, getting my share of traffic, road construction, and all things other than the twisty country roads that make biking fun.  once underway my nerves settled right down.  honing my chops on the fussier Ducati every weekend kept this mornings ride on the boring side of the clenched bun’s scale.  my psyche remained healthy - not so much the left hand as stop and go traffic gave the old clutch fingers a solid workout.

why two bikes ?  no real reason... why two kids, why two cats, why two flatscreens ?  one bike is lonely in the garage, two bikes serve up a delicious dish of variety.  The Ducati is a business jet to the Guzzi’s Beach Staggerwing, all quivering, gurgling, and popping.

of course the largest slice of piechart, to give Connor something to learn on and  perhaps road trip together.  

...and while it hasn’t been said out loud, I’m well aware there’s an element of danger that can’t be completely mitigated.  the thought of my kids getting hurt or worse is unbearable, but keep in mind this is a independent soul that loves rock climbing and snowboarding - both fractionally dangerous pursuits.  and, like myself, someday he’ll run across a motorcycle - whether or not I’m involved.

I’m doing my best to introduce him to the sport in a measured, intelligent way.  it stands to reason a foundation of knowledge and nurtured skills will give him a fighting chance to experience a wonderful hobby safely - life is risky, insert whatever cliche you’d like, I won’t natter on any longer... another hot Italian beckons from the garage.  who am I to deny her ?   

[scrawnsenior]

2004 Ducati 749R

Starting to go back together. Cleaning parts as I go. 

Front sprocket and clutch slave de-greased. Few parts ordered for that end of the drivetrain. Fresh retaining washer for the front sprocket to replace the battered one on there. Have also been chasing a small leak from that area but never found it. Assuming the O-rings on the clutch slave and push rod are tired so got those on the way too. 

This bike gets ridden through the summer and although it is fairly clean it does have a few signs of wear such as on the cylinder head covers, bottom yolk and swinging arm. Nothing I am too bothered by though.