#and that even experienced bikers can fall.

[drasticmagpie]

all this anti-bicycle helmet talk reminds me of the 6th grade unit we did on biking safety, where the teacher mentioned that a few years ago another student had gone to her complaining about how bike helmets were useless, citing the time he braked too hard, fell straight over the handlebars, and hit his head on the pavement. His helmet, he said, cracked right in two, 'completely useless'. My teacher told him to imagine what would have cracked in two if he wasn't wearing his helmet.

[itiswormtimebaby]

Strengths (and weaknesses)

Pairing: Biker!Bucky and Bug (+Brother’s best friend Bucky, Plus sized fem reader) AN: Bucky’s interlude. This installment is all about seeing things from a different perspective, and hopefully gaining some insight into why Bucky is handling things the way he is. Also, just a reminder that Steve is Bug’s adopted brother.  CW: Angst, references to underage sex (not explicit)/sex under the influence, smut, language, insecurities and low self esteem, unhealthy relationships, references to war/bodily harm (Bucky losing his arm), Bucky has complicated feelings when it comes to his prosthetic, 

Picks up shortly after Just the Tip

His room is dark, ceiling fan and ancient AC unit working to drive the heat of the afternoon away. You're asleep, at least he thinks you are, back rising and falling in a smooth rhythm, naked skin mostly hidden by the soft cotton sheet. Reaching out he allows one finger to trace smoothly down the soft rolls of your back, ghosting across where earlier he’d pressed to keep you cemented to the mattress. His cock stirs to life at the memory, he’d been inside of you, at least partly, he’d cum in you, he’d been so close…So close to fucking you the way you deserve, so close to giving you what you wanted, so close, so close, so-

For just a moment he’s fifteen again, fifteen with his pants around his ankles and beer on his breath, finishing quick, uncertainty knotted in his gut. She’d been a relative stranger, but nice enough, older than him by just over a year, more experienced. She’d left him with a smudge of crimson across his cheek, a hello and goodbye all rolled into one. He didn’t regret it, at least he didn’t think he did. It could have been worse. 

But then again it could have been better. Dolores, Dot, she was better. She was more than nice enough, she was kind, considerate. A good first girlfriend. Sex with her was saccharine, but in hindsight he suspects they were too young to be having it, their emotional bond not strong enough to carry their physical. They see-sawed from off to on, through many what if’s until the final what if led to the final goodbye. If he had to guess he would say she still thinks of him fondly (if at all), thoughts filtered through the rose colored haze of first love. At least he hopes she does, it’s how he sees her, a pleasant memory. 

He recalls you around that same time, not much younger but it certainly felt that way. Steve’s kid sister, Bug, as in bug off, as in shoo fly shoo, as in an annoyance. He’d loved you though, not in the way he loved Dot, but in a way that felt substantial none-the-less. He’d have done anything for you. Still would, though the motivation has changed significantly. 

He pulls back his fingers as if burned when you whimper softly in your sleep, head burrowing further into the silk pillowcase he bought just for you. It’s a silly thought but he wonders if, even while unconscious, you can feel his longing for you, how desperately he wants to love you, to be enough for you. He wonders if he would have been enough before- before the war, before his arm, before her. The lenses through which he sees her are not rosy. 

After he’d been medically discharged from the military, left arm and peace of mind blown to shit, he’d been desperate for distractions. First it was the club, then a slew of bodies happy to warm his bed for an evening, and then- well then he’d hit a wall. The PROSPECT patch on his kutte was long gone, the sex going from exciting to mundane, and then she’d walked in. She was pretty, and a real spitfire as his Ma would’ve said, most importantly she kept him on toes, she kept him distracted. The sex was phenomenal, the strong cornerstone of an otherwise rocky relationship. Bucky wasn’t sure if he saw her as his forever, if he ever had or would, but with over two years spent together he wasn’t willing to just throw it away. “We’re both just very… passionate,” he’d assured Steve after he’d come to Bucky with concerns, having heard them in a knock-down-drag-out-fight in the parking lot of the clubhouse (he swore his back nearly scarred from how deeply her nails cut into it that night as he fucked all his anger from the argument into her). 

It hadn’t been the same after that, after his best friend had held up a mirror to show him just how unhealthy his relationship had become; the final nail in the coffin was Steve asking “What if Bug was in a relationship like that, you’d be cool with it?” Bucky felt ashamed. So he tried, he tried a lot of things; he took her on expensive dates, bought her jewelry, quit allowing explosive arguments to serve as foreplay to rabid sex. He’d overheard her and her friends one night, they talked about how brave and selfless she was to love a man like him, a man so obviously broken. He wondered if that was the conversation she had in mind when later she looked at him and said; “I’ve seen all the ugliest parts of you, Bucky Barnes, and I stayed. Who else would?” 

She had a point, didn’t she? He hadn’t come back home whole, wasn’t the same man that left. Not as good with people, not as charming, not as hopeful…But he was trying. Things seemed to be improving. She stayed- until she didn’t. He was confused, he’d been doing everything right, he was sure of it. That hadn’t stopped her from leaving, calling him miserable, hopeless, a sorry ass loser- a great fuck but a shitty boyfriend. A great fuck. “Word of advice? Stick to what you’re good at.” A great fuck. “I’ve seen all the ugliest parts of you, Bucky Barnes, and I stayed.” But she hadn’t, not in the end.

A great fuck. 

You look so innocent in your sleep, even with his cum slowly leaking out of you. He carefully adjusts his position until he has you  nestled in his arms, back pressed to his chest. Fuck he didn’t want to lose this. 

He’d loved you in some capacity for well over a decade, since you became Bug, as in bug off, as in shoo fly shoo, as in an annoyance. Steve’s kid sister. But it had been ages, really, since he saw you that way. Sure, you were still his Bug but you were also a woman now, one that laughed like the girl he grew up with but that was also so…confident, funny, smart, pragmatic when it counted and silly when it didn’t. Kind, and good, and bright, so fucking bright. And he, he’s broken... That night you’d gotten high, that night that changed everything, he could hardly believe his luck. You’d opened the door for him, given him an in for something more. A better man would have shut it, would have encouraged you to find someone more worthy, but he never claimed to be a good man, he was selfish and he wanted you. When you’d agreed to let him date you first he knew that was his chance. He may not be worthy but he could prove he was willing to try anything to be, he’d take you on dates, smooth out any rough edges with mind numbing pleasure, keep you physically sated. That was the part he was good at. 

A great fuck. 

That was what you’d called him over that night to be “Please, Bucky, please, you have to fuck me.” And he would, would just like he promised, but he couldn’t- not yet. Today had been too close a call, he’d barely been able to stop at the tip, your tight heat calling him home. But he had to be patient, you’d initiated this all because of sex, if he gave it to you too soon you might not stick around long enough for him to show you he could be good at the rest too; he could, right?

A great fuck.

…but a shitty boyfriend.

[tojisun]

biker!simon is definitely something else 🫶🏻🫶🏻 when i first read your writings about him, it reminded me my dad ( when he had his motorcycle he always took me on rides around city at nights. it was really exciting for me!! he tried to teach me how to ride it but i was too scared (because at first try i fell down...)

anyway, biker!simon is the best!!! <3

omg hihi im sorry for just responding to this now!! and thank you so so much my beloved <33

and that is so sweet omg!! city night rides on a bike are an experience i cant ever explain so im glad that u experienced it!!!

my auntie is the one who did the same for me <33 even lent me her old scooter (vespa?) and i would just zoom by, feeling the wind and ahhhh it was so fun!

ironically, however, i dunno how to ride a bike. like an actual bicycle. i can never find my balance n so when she tried teaching me on her motorbike i think it was kinda expected by then that id fall too?

but omg we both didnt expect me to literally fall into a ditch my godd it was so humiliating so i feel u sm with the being scared about learning how to ride an actual motorcycle. hope u werent too hurt when u fell omg :(( and hope one day we both get the courage to try again!!

thank u sm sweet luv for dropping by btw <33 take care mmmwah

[masschase]

Horizon

Rowvember Day 5: Rebuild.

This is a short fic (1.5k words) from Dex's perspective, set in mid-2023. Dex faked his own death in 2013 in my headcanon, and was one of very few people who changed their records so successfully that not even Zinyak had him stored under his real name. He is eventually removed from the pods in one of the final waves of humans. Hopefully that's all the context needed for this!

I'm not going to do the usual description and stuff for this bc it's short and I don't want to spoil things, but it's SFW!

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Down to earth.

That's how everyone's always described him. Pragmatic. Level-headed. Grounded. Down to earth. He was never too sure whether he liked that. It felt like a responsibility he'd never signed up for. A mould he was forced into.

Be the anchor, Dex. Weigh us all down so we can go off doing our dumb shit and know you'll still be there. Keeping us down to earth.

Yeah, actually, for a long time, he didn't like it at all.

Maybe that's why after he faked his death he was always moving around. He always told himself he was just being smart. There were Saints in so many cities now. If he stayed too long, he’d be recognised for sure. Deep down though, he wasn’t just escaping people who knew him. He was escaping himself. The very essence of who he was. Dex was an anchor, not a ship. Dex never would have left Stilwater. That Dex was dead.

He survived that way for three years until a moment of serendipity changed that aimless drift. His car had broken down for no god damn reason. He hated shit like that, shit he couldn't plan, couldn’t account for. There was no cell reception on that route either. His tendency to go down the least travelled paths had backfired.

There was a diner within walking distance. The waitress, a kind older lady, told him sympathetically that no-one really came this way. Once she’d poured him some coffee she headed into the back to see if she could find her phone to charge for him. As he'd sat there, sipping in silence, wondering where the hell he was going to go from there, the cheap plastic door had swung open like a saloon door in an old western, appropriately followed by a cowboy. Or a biker. Or both.

The only objective observation Dex could make of the man was that he was clad head-to-toe in magenta leather, perfectly matched to his long curls. He didn’t suit a drab, lifeless, silent place like this. He was bold and lively and it wasn't long before he became pretty loud, too. He immediately started talking, talking a little too much, and yet somehow Dex didn’t mind that he could barely get a word in edgewise. Because he’d left his world behind already. But he knew then and there that something about that guy was otherworldly.

He spent four years bathing in the light of that man’s smile, and yet he still remembers the first time he experienced its warmth. When he sat there, trying to decide whether to wait for the waitress’s phone to charge to make a call, or accept a ride from a relative stranger, and did what he did best. He questioned everything.

Did this guy really just happen to be here? On this barely travelled route, at the same time as him? A guy who had allegedly just come up against the Saints and lived to tell the tale? A guy from Stilwater? A guy he may well have glimpsed in the street years ago? He asked his barrage of questions, expecting another continuous stream of words in response.

Instead, the reply was surprisingly understated. Because the other man listened carefully, thoughtfully. “I guess just...” he began, and that’s when the beautiful smile lit up his features. “Right place, right time.”

For four years, they ran together. Travelling. Exploring. Falling in love. Suddenly Dex didn’t mind being down to earth anymore, because his lover’s head was so high up in the clouds and it was everything, everything they both needed. Together they were the earth meeting the sky. A beautiful sunrise breaking on the horizon, just like the ones they watched together wherever they happened to be.

But like a sunrise, it was fleeting.

Four years flew by in an instant, two more in a simulation, and now earth is lost, replaced with the closest thing they have to a facsimile. It doesn't sound the same. It doesn’t feel the same. It doesn't smell the same. One part, though, looks the same. Almost exactly. So he has to admit, he's spent every morning there ever since it moved. The first rebuilt church was used as their HQ. He didn’t go near it. He wasn’t ready to face the Saints again. He certainly didn’t know how Case would respond to seeing him alive after years of thinking otherwise.

He’s proud of what she’s become, he really is. He always knew she had a good head on her shoulders. It used to mean a lot to him to have a younger Saint around. After he quickly unpicked her bullshit it turned out she was the same age as one of his sisters. But unlike his sisters, she actually seemed to listen to his advice.

But he’s not sure he can call her down-to-earth anymore, even as he lives within the infastructure she and the rest of the Saints have built for humanity. She’s down to New Earth, or Ragnarok, or her earth. This planet has multiple names but whatever you call it, she’s moved on. All the Saints have. They've moved on with their lives. To them he's dead, and has been for near enough ten years.

His heart might as well have stopped when he processed that his partner was gone.

He’s back to aimlessly drifting.

He's a ghost now. Haunting this place.

It isn’t for anything now. Not since the town was relocated, the thing re-rebuilt. He’s heard whispers. They’re too scared to make it the HQ again after the last one was destroyed. Scared it’s an easy target. So it almost feels like they rebuilt it for nothing. No one. No one but Dex, sitting there every morning at sunrise like a recurrent sinner.

He sighs and closes his eyes, tilting his head up into one of the first warm rays of sunlight beaming through the stained glass. It casts a dancing array of colors down onto the former Saint’s face. But with that ray comes a change. A break in the routine. A slight jangle of the door.

There’s a knack to it. You have to push down the handle, but not too hard, just short of all the way down. He knows it.

Casey probably knows it too.

He turns his head towards the noise, trying to make out a shape in the glass. The dawn is still breaking, it’s not the easiest to see. About the right height; 5’9” or so, maybe a little taller with heels on. A lot of hair. The shoulders look a little broader. But then he’s seen her wearing her boyfriend’s jacket before, when he’s been watching from afar. It looks like a Boss alright.

This might just be judgement day.

Maybe it’ll be OK. Maybe she’ll just be glad to see him alive. He knows she’s not the most forgiving type, but she has a great deal of dedication for her friends. He can’t tell where he sits between those two extremes. He’s an anomaly.

He’s going to have to talk fast. He has no weapon, despite the fact that in the back of his mind he already knew she’d come one day. While he didn’t seek death, he wasn’t actively resisting it either. Perhaps he’ll make a joke out of it. “Yeah, yeah, I know, I ain’t Jules.”. The sort of thing she’d love. He’s not exactly coming up with the smartest shit right now, but he has to come up with something.

But the door opens, and it’s definitely not the leader of the Saints.

The magenta hair remains but it’s cut a little shorter. The man dressed entirely differently to how he dressed before the earth was lost. Stylish as ever, but nowhere near as colorful. Like something has been stripped from him. Ivory shirt, black pants and boots, long black coat. The stetson remains but it’s a new, pure black one, not the one Dex was never entirely keen on because it had belonged to the dead boyfriend. He almost looks like a vampire hunter.

Or... maybe... maybe a ghost hunter.

There’s a stunned silence between the two. It seems impossible. It should be impossible. But still their feet are advancing in a quickening tandem across the floor and the feel and the sound and the range of emotions overcoming Dex as they near each other make it all seem so real.

He doesn’t quite believe it. He tries to be lighthearted about it as he moves closer, but his voice is trembling. “Let me guess. Right place right t-“

He is interrupted as the other man closes the gap and smashes their lips together passionately, wrapping him in a desperate embrace.

Dex's heart and mind trade places at that moment. The former races incessantly and the latter just... stops. Stops focusing on the what and the why and the how of what is going on. The time doesn’t matter. The planet doesn’t matter. Even the church doesn’t matter, because all that matters is the earth and the sky colliding into a perfect sunrise.

Anteros is here.

Dex is alive again.

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Look, Dexteros isn’t just a ship, guys, it’s poetry.

So... Ted if you read this, hiiiii! I didn't tag you yet but will later because I thought you'd probably read a thing about Dex anyway and that it would be a nice surprise just to see your own OC pop up! Happy (early) Birthday! xD

Tagging/crediting now: Anteros and his dynamic with Dex are very much the creations of @whoredmode

Everyone else, for further clarification, here are a few posts about Anteros’s place in Casey’s universe! There are probably gaps that I’ve probably thought about but not written anywhere but I’m always happy to answer questions!

[erwinpark]

Erwin Park

Erwin Park in McKinney, TX: A Rustic Outdoor Retreat for Nature Lovers

Located just a few miles northwest of downtown McKinney, Texas, Erwin Park is a serene, natural retreat offering outdoor experiences that range from adventurous mountain biking to peaceful overnight camping. Set on over 200 acres of lush North Texas landscape, Erwin Park is a beloved destination for residents and visitors alike who want to reconnect with nature, stay active, and unwind in a rustic, scenic environment. With trails, wooded areas, campsites, and wide-open fields, the park caters to a wide range of recreational interests, making it one of the most versatile outdoor spaces in the region.

Natural Beauty in the Heart of McKinney

What makes Erwin Park so special is its commitment to preserving the natural environment while still being easily accessible. Unlike manicured urban parks with concrete walkways and structured playgrounds, Erwin Park embraces its raw, unfiltered surroundings. It invites you to experience nature in its truest form—unobstructed, unspoiled, and peaceful.

Towering trees, native grasses, wildflowers, and seasonal foliage make every visit visually rewarding. Whether you're visiting in the spring when the flowers are in bloom or in the fall when the leaves change color, there's always something beautiful to witness. The landscape transitions seamlessly from forested trails to sunny clearings, offering photographers, hikers, and families plenty of opportunities to stop, explore, and enjoy the moment.

A Biker’s Paradise

Erwin Park is perhaps best known for its extensive mountain biking trails, which have gained a reputation throughout North Texas for their challenging and scenic terrain. The single-track trails twist and turn through wooded areas, providing varied elevations, natural obstacles, and scenic detours that test riders’ skills and stamina. Riders can expect fast-flowing sections, switchbacks, roots, rocks, and a mix of technical and intermediate paths.

Local cycling groups often frequent the park for training, casual rides, or organized events. The biking community plays a key role in maintaining the trails, ensuring they remain in excellent condition throughout the year. Even beginners will find parts of the trail suitable for learning and improving their biking abilities. For more experienced cyclists, the park’s terrain offers an exciting challenge that keeps them coming back again and again.

Hiking and Exploring on Foot

While mountain biking might get a lot of the spotlight, hiking at Erwin Park is just as rewarding. The same trail system used by bikers is shared with hikers, offering a chance to explore the natural landscape on foot. The trails are well-marked and lead through diverse ecosystems, from quiet forests to sunny meadows. Along the way, hikers can often spot native wildlife such as rabbits, deer, birds, and the occasional armadillo.

For families and casual walkers, Erwin Park provides a gentle introduction to hiking in North Texas. The terrain is manageable and inviting, with plenty of shaded areas to rest. Adventurers seeking a more rugged experience can choose longer trail loops to explore deeper into the park.

Early mornings are especially magical. With the sounds of birdsong and the golden light filtering through the trees, it’s a time when the park feels particularly peaceful and alive. It’s also one of the best times to catch sight of wildlife in action.

Primitive Camping Under the Stars

Another standout feature of Erwin Park is its primitive camping. Offering designated campsites scattered throughout the park, campers are encouraged to disconnect from the digital world and enjoy the simple pleasures of the outdoors. Each campsite is spaced generously to offer privacy and quiet, and includes essentials like picnic tables and fire rings.

Erwin Park doesn’t offer the luxury of RV hookups or cabin rentals, and that’s part of its charm. It’s camping in its most authentic form—just you, your tent, and the sounds of nature. On clear nights, the stars shine brilliantly overhead, unimpeded by city lights. It’s a favorite destination for stargazers, campers, and nature photographers looking to capture the nighttime beauty of the Texas sky.

Campfires, storytelling, s’mores, and the crackle of wood burning make for a memorable experience that’s hard to find in urban areas. Families often use the park for weekend getaways, scout outings, or simple digital detoxes. For those new to camping, Erwin Park is an ideal place to start.

Family-Friendly Fun and Picnicking

Despite its wild and rustic vibe, Erwin Park is also an ideal destination for families. With plenty of open space for kids to run, play, and explore, the park offers a break from screens and structured activities. Many families come for day trips to enjoy the picnic areas, which are shaded and equipped with tables and grills. These spaces are perfect for birthdays, reunions, or casual weekend lunches under the trees.

The large grassy fields throughout the park invite informal games of catch, soccer, frisbee, or simply lounging in the sun. It’s also common to see kites flying on breezy days or groups gathered for yoga or meditation in nature.

Erwin Park offers basic restroom facilities and multiple entry points with parking areas, making it easy for families to navigate. Its layout ensures that visitors never feel crowded, even during peak times.

A Haven for Nature Observation

Erwin Park is more than a recreational space—it’s also a sanctuary for plants and wildlife native to North Texas. Birdwatchers will find a variety of species to observe throughout the year, from songbirds and woodpeckers to hawks and owls. The park’s mix of woodlands and open spaces supports biodiversity, providing shelter and food sources for many animals.

In the spring and early summer, wildflowers line the trails and meadows, drawing in butterflies and bees. Nature enthusiasts often take time to document the changing seasons, track migratory bird patterns, or simply enjoy the calming effect of time spent outdoors.

Whether you're interested in ecology, botany, or photography, Erwin Park provides an enriching setting to explore the natural world. It serves as a valuable reminder of the importance of preserving green spaces in rapidly growing communities.

Community and Connection

Erwin Park plays a quiet but vital role in McKinney’s sense of community. It serves as a gathering place for people of all backgrounds to come together in appreciation of the outdoors. Local groups use the park for cleanups, educational hikes, biking events, and community outreach.

Its accessibility and size make it a flexible venue for everything from solo meditative walks to large family cookouts. Even as McKinney continues to grow and develop, Erwin Park remains a symbol of balance—a reminder that nature and progress can coexist.

Conclusion: Why Erwin Park Is a Must-Visit in McKinney, TX

Erwin Park is more than just a park—it’s a destination that invites you to breathe deeply, move freely, and connect with nature. Whether you're an experienced biker looking for your next challenge, a camper seeking solitude under the stars, or a family planning a day in the sun, Erwin Park delivers a unique and memorable experience.

In a world that's often too fast-paced and digitally driven, spaces like Erwin Park offer something truly valuable: time to slow down, explore, and enjoy life the natural way. If you find yourself in McKinney, don’t miss the opportunity to visit this beautiful slice of Texas wilderness.

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[leattmtlb]

Protect Your Ride with Mountain Bike Elbow Pads

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Why Mountain Bike Elbow Pads are Essential for Every Rider

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These essential accessories add a critical layer of protection, absorbing impact and shielding your elbows from scrapes, cuts, and fractures. Investing in the right gear means you can enjoy your favourite sport without compromising on safety. Prevention is key, and with the right elbow pads, you can focus on the adventure rather than the risks.

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Acalanes Ridge Open Space

Acalanes Ridge Open Space, located in the heart of Walnut Creek, California, is a breathtaking natural sanctuary that offers stunning panoramic views, diverse wildlife, and a peaceful retreat from the bustling city life. This scenic open space is a perfect getaway for hikers, nature lovers, and outdoor enthusiasts looking for an immersive experience in a serene environment.

History of Acalanes Ridge Open Space

Acalanes Ridge Open Space was preserved through a collaborative effort involving the city of Walnut Creek, the Walnut Creek Open Space Foundation, and the John Muir Land Trust. Initially consisting of separate parcels of land, it was consolidated into a conserved open space to protect its rich biodiversity and provide outdoor recreational opportunities for residents and visitors alike.

Named after Acalanes High School, which in turn was named after the indigenous Saklan (Bay Miwok) people, Acalanes Ridge holds cultural and historical significance. Today, it stands as a protected open space that showcases the natural beauty of the East Bay region.

Hiking and Trails at Acalanes Ridge Open Space

The open space features a network of trails that cater to various fitness levels, from easy walks to challenging hikes. Some of the most popular trails include:

1. Acalanes Ridge Trail

Distance: 3 miles round trip

Difficulty: Moderate

Highlights: Offers breathtaking 360-degree views of Mount Diablo, the Briones Hills, and the Carquinez Strait. The ascent is gradual, making it a great trail for both beginners and experienced hikers.

2. Sugarloaf Hill Trail

Distance: 1.5 miles round trip

Difficulty: Easy to moderate

Highlights: A short but rewarding hike that leads to the Sugarloaf Hill summit, a popular spot for photography and sunrise/sunset views.

3. Briones-to-Mount Diablo Trail Connector

Distance: 6 miles round trip

Difficulty: Challenging

Highlights: This trail connects Acalanes Ridge to Briones Regional Park and Mount Diablo State Park, offering adventurous hikers the opportunity to explore longer scenic routes.

The trails provide stunning vistas of Contra Costa County and beyond, making them ideal for hiking, trail running, and photography. Dogs are welcome on-leash, making it a great destination for pet owners as well.

Wildlife and Natural Beauty

Acalanes Ridge Open Space is home to a diverse ecosystem, featuring various plant species, wildlife, and bird populations. Visitors may encounter:

Birds: Red-tailed hawks, turkey vultures, great horned owls, and western bluebirds.

Mammals: Black-tailed deer, foxes, coyotes, and bobcats.

Reptiles: Western fence lizards, gopher snakes, and California king snakes.

The preserve is also abundant with native vegetation, including oak woodlands, chaparral, and seasonal wildflowers such as California poppies, lupines, and mustard blooms. The changing seasons bring unique colors and textures to the landscape, making every visit a new experience.

Mountain Biking and Outdoor Activities

While Acalanes Ridge Open Space is primarily known for hiking, it also offers excellent mountain biking opportunities on select trails. The varied terrain and elevation changes provide a thrilling ride for experienced bikers.

Other activities that visitors can enjoy include:

Birdwatching – Bring binoculars for a chance to see migratory and native bird species.

Trail Running – The well-maintained trails offer an ideal surface for fitness enthusiasts.

Picnicking – Some trails lead to scenic spots where visitors can relax and enjoy the view.

Best Times to Visit Acalanes Ridge Open Space

While the park is open year-round, the best times to visit are:

Spring (March - May): Wildflowers are in full bloom, and the weather is mild.

Fall (September - November): Cooler temperatures and autumn foliage create a stunning landscape.

Winter (December - February): Offers a quieter hiking experience with lush green hills after seasonal rains.

Summer (June - August): Early mornings and evenings are best, as midday temperatures can be high.

Safety Tips and Visitor Guidelines

To ensure a safe and enjoyable experience at Acalanes Ridge Open Space, consider these essential tips:

Stay on designated trails to protect the environment and avoid trespassing on private property.

Bring plenty of water, especially in warmer months, as there are no water sources available on the trails.

Wear appropriate footwear for uneven terrain.

Check the weather forecast before your visit, as trails can become muddy after rain.

Keep dogs on a leash to protect wildlife and fellow hikers.

Pack out all trash and follow Leave No Trace principles to preserve the park’s beauty.

How to Get to Acalanes Ridge Open Space

Acalanes Ridge Open Space is easily accessible from downtown Walnut Creek and Lafayette:

Main Access Points: Located off Acalanes Road, Pleasant Hill Road, and Bacon Road.

Parking: Limited parking is available near trailheads; consider carpooling if visiting with a group.

Public Transportation: Nearby BART stations (Walnut Creek and Lafayette) provide access, and local buses offer routes close to the park’s entrances.

Why Visit Acalanes Ridge Open Space?

Acalanes Ridge Open Space is a peaceful retreat that offers a refreshing escape into nature. Whether you're looking for a scenic hike, an invigorating bike ride, or a tranquil spot to unwind, this open space has something for everyone.

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[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Fic Titles That Start With I (2) Masterlist

part one

i belong with you, you belong with me - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) OT4 T, 12k

Summary: Luke presents as an omega during their Youngblood promo. It’s a rollercoaster of emotions, but the boys have his back in the end.

I’d Marry You With Paper Rings (ao3) - FayeHunter luke/calum T, 4k

Summary: Calum seems to be on a mission to propose to Luke with as many things as he can. Luke just wants it to be real.

I Don’t Want A Lot For Christmas (ao3) - senioritastyles luke/calum G, 1k

Summary: Calum kisses Luke’s lips again, switching to his nose and both of his cheeks before backing away and looking at the tree again as Luke moves to stand beside him. Calum holds the younger boy’s hand as they watch the lights blink on their tree, Luke’s heading resting on his shoulder. “You know what I really want?” Calum asks, leaning his head on Luke’s as the younger boy hums in question. “A puppy.”

Luke snorts softly, a fond smile on his face. “Of course you do, Cal.”

Or: Calum wants a puppy for Christmas.

i feel the wind in my hair, chasing after you (ao3) - hideforalifetime luke/ashton G, 18k

Summary: Luke works more than he should, is paid less than he should be for the amount of hours he works, goofs off at lunch with Calum, goes home to his dog Petunia in the evening and watches whatever’s on HBO. Then he does it all over again. And he’s sick of it. He wants a change. He wants to be the guy he was in college, free of all worries like rent and bills and all that bullshit. Just walking from class to the dorm to the bar, and every weekend, he’d go off on his own, just him and his motorbike.

Or, the one where workaholic, control freak biker Luke Hemmings meets the most laid back guy he’s ever seen. And he’s hot, which is a plus.

If I’m James Dean (ao3) - princessmikey michael/luke, calum/ashton T, 10k

Summary: Michael had been drawn to Luke since the first time he saw him. It was all the way back when they were in first grade, and shared the same recess. Michael hadn’t seen Luke running around the playground until half way through the year, but when he finally laid eyes on the small blonde he experienced this feeling he had never had before.

–

Or the one where Michael has a crush in Luke starting in first grade, but doesn’t share his feelings until a halloween party in college.

If I Said I Love You (ao3) - Anonymous luke/ashton G, 1k

Summary: If Ashton tells Luke he loves him,will Luke say he loves Ashton too?

if we make it through december (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) luke/ashton T, 28k

Summary: “I didn’t tell them,” he blurts. Ashton falls silent on the other end of the line. “My family. I didn’t tell them about the breakup. And I know that I should’ve and I swear I will, but Gram asked about you today and it’s probably her last Christmas with us and you know how much she loves you. I couldn’t do it. It’d break her heart, and I can’t do that to her. Not right now. So if you– I mean. What I’m trying to say is that you’re still invited to Christmas, if you want. You don’t have to, I can make an excuse for you, and I swear I’ll tell them after the holidays, but I thought maybe… maybe you’d want to see them one last time.”

I hope you like superheroes (ao3) - brokenstereotype luke/ashton T, 20k

Summary: Luke doesn’t see the appeal of a guy dressing up in spandex to save the city from nonexistent troubles. It may just be the fact that Michael has made a huge hype about this masked man in tights, but he’s just not impressed - until he’s on the recieving end of the saving.

i’ll be damned (ao3) - prettyluke (parting_ways) luke/ashton T, 8k

Summary: Luke is sick, and sometimes Ashton feels like he’s the one who can’t breathe.

I’ll Keep You Safe Here With Me (ao3) - aalexandravictoriaa G, 3k

Summary: Luke and Ashton have a mutual crush on each other, but won’t admit it.

I’ll Wrap My Arms Around You Now (ao3) - nic_96 luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 13k

Summary: He remembers feeling the material against his bare stomach, he remembers taking his arm that had been wrapped around the duvet and ran it over his stomach. He felt [i]podgy[/i]. He wasn’t fat, Michael knew that, of course he did, he just, his stomach wasn’t flat or muscular, and when he was on his side like that with his knees tucked up it flabbed a bit and that shouldn’t have been a big deal cause you know, it’s just the position he’s lying in, but it was a big deal, it [i]bugged him[/i].

or

The one where Michael is very insecure about his body and stops letting Calum cuddle him but Calum like to cuddle, cuddling is very important to their relationship and Calum is cuddle deprived and frustrated and Luke knows too much and Ashton is adorable.

i love the way (ao3) - forforever (preciousthings) luke/calum T, 4k

Summary: four times calum didn’t do anything about luke wearing his clothes and one time he did

‘I’m already something, to someone I dont know’ (ao3) -Forbiddenmichael luke/ashton G, 5k

Summary: luke has been in love with his best friend for so long, and now the time to tell ashton his feelings has long since past

i’m just a reader; you’re every chapter (ao3) - diets0dasociety michael/calum G, 10k

Summary: Calum thinks he might be in love with Michael, in a more than platonic but less than romantic way, if that exists. He’s almost certain it does, though, because there’s no other way to describe the way they both seem to get lost in each other so much.

or, Michael keeps having panic attacks, but Calum’s always there to calm him down.

interlude (ao3) - galacticsugar michael/luke T, 36k

Summary: As Michael positions his camera to capture a photo of the venue marquee, it suddenly hits him that Luke isn’t just a name on the sign. His show is tonight. He’s probably here, right now, somewhere in the venue, or at least nearby, maybe hitting up one of the trendy downtown coffee shops or jogging around the lake.

“Michael?”

…or right behind him. His voice sounds the same.

It must be Magic (ao3) - tigerlily_sunshine michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 120k

Summary: It’s only Calum’s words playing on repeat in his mind, “Michael’s my friend,” that keeps Michael firmly planted in place. He doesn’t quite believe them. He hasn’t really spoken to Calum since the first few months of their first year at Hogwarts when they finally realized what everybody’d been telling them all along: Slytherins can’t be friends with other houses.

It’s a hell of a feeling though (ao3) - thenewbrokenscene michael/luke M, 58k

Summary: [AU, actor/model Luke and musician Michael]

After a recent scandal and the subsequent publicity nightmare, Luke Hemmings doesn’t need any more trouble. He’s just trying to enjoy his best friend’s birthday party. But who the fuck invited Michael Clifford?

It’s a hell of a ride (ao3) - petalrock luke/ashton G, 3k

Summary: “We ride at noon,” Ashton informs him, eyes idly tracking Luke’s aerial trajectory. “Are you in or not, Hemmings?”

Luke’s no trips on his tongue. He knows that Ashton is using his last name on purpose to make him feel older and cooler. Sadly, self-awareness doesn’t stop it from working. It’s stupid that this trick still gives him cotton mouth. Still, it’s gonna take more than a nickname to convince Luke to trespass on private city-owned property in broad daylight.

Ashton seems to know this, because he says, “You can ride with me.”

And hell, if that doesn’t sway Luke immediately.

It’s Such a Shame That We Play Strangers (ao3) - velvethood (orphan_account) michael/calum/ashton T, 14k

Summary: “Well, when my favourite customer disappears I’m going to be worried.” Ashton reiterates, hands Michael his drink and a plate full of three types of cake like he knew Michael was coming. “You have a lot of food to catch up on. I’ve been on the cake wagon lately, haven’t I Cal?”

This is the first time Ashton’s addressed Calum in front of him which isn’t surprising because they’ve never been in this situation before, but Michael’s unsure of what to do with himself. They haven’t even been introduced each other.

I Wanna Sleep Next To You… (ao3) - milecgv michael/calum, bryana/ashton T, 54k

Summary: Calum gets the opportunity to live out his dreams in New York City but it proves too much for him, and on a lonely night he ends up calling the professional cuddle service he swore he’d never call.

i wanna tell you so (how to hold my heart) (ao3) - babushcat (MerrytheCookie) michael/ashton T, 25k

Summary: this technically still counts as a coffee shop au

[stevenrindner1]

Steven Rindner on Exploring the Best Trails for Adventure Seekers

Steven Rindner: The Best Trails for Adventure Seekers in Colorado, Wyoming, and California

Exploring the great outdoors can be a thrilling and rejuvenating experience, especially when it comes to trail adventures in Colorado, Wyoming, and California. For active individuals such as Steven Rindner, these states boast some of the most breathtaking landscapes and thrilling rides that attract outdoor enthusiasts worldwide. Whether you're into hiking, mountain biking, or trail running, these locations offer a variety of trails that cater to all skill levels. 

Colorado: The Rocky Mountain High 

Colorado is synonymous with outdoor adventure and for a good reason. The state is home to the Rocky Mountains, which offer some of the most stunning and diverse trails in the country. One of the top destinations in Colorado is Rocky Mountain National Park. This park features over 355 miles of trails that wind through alpine meadows, dense forests, and crystal-clear lakes. The Bear Lake Loop is a must-visit for beginners, offering a relatively easy hike with spectacular views of the surrounding peaks. 

For those looking for more of a challenge, the Longs Peak trail is a perfect choice. This 14,259-foot peak is not for the faint of heart, requiring a strenuous hike that rewards you with panoramic views at the summit. Mountain bikers will also find paradise in Colorado, with places like Crested Butte offering an extensive network of trails ranging from easy rides to technical singletracks that test your skills and endurance. 

Wyoming: The Wild and Untamed 

Wyoming's rugged terrain and vast open spaces provide a perfect backdrop for trail adventures. The state is less crowded than some of its neighbors, giving you a sense of solitude and connection with nature. Grand Teton National Park is a prime location for trail enthusiasts. The park's Cascade Canyon Trail is a favorite, taking you through lush forests, past cascading waterfalls, and offering stunning views of the towering Teton Range. 

If you're up for a multi-day adventure, the Teton Crest Trail is a fantastic choice. This 40-mile trail offers some of the most spectacular scenery in the United States, including alpine lakes, wildflower meadows, and sweeping mountain vistas. For mountain bikers, the Curt Gowdy State Park near Cheyenne offers a mix of terrains, from smooth singletracks to rocky, technical sections that challenge even the most experienced riders. 

California: The Golden State's Hidden Gems 

California's diverse landscapes provide endless opportunities for outdoor exploration. From the coastal trails to the high Sierras, there's something for everyone. One of the top spots for trail enthusiasts is Yosemite National Park. The park's Mist Trail is iconic, leading hikers to the top of Vernal and Nevada Falls. Misty spray from the waterfalls creates a refreshing experience along the way. 

For a more strenuous hike, the Half Dome Trail offers a challenging ascent with cables to help you reach the summit. The views from the top are unparalleled, showcasing the park's granite cliffs and verdant valleys. Mountain bikers can head to Downieville, known for its epic downhill trails. The Downieville Downhill is a favorite, offering 17 miles of thrilling descent through forests and along rivers. 

For active bikers like Steven Rindner, exploring the trails in Colorado, Wyoming, and California provides an exhilarating way to experience some of the most beautiful landscapes in the United States. Whether you're a hiker, mountain biker, or trail runner, these states offer a range of trails that cater to different skill levels and preferences. So pack your gear, lace up your boots, and get ready to embark on an unforgettable adventure in the great outdoors.

[reisemoto]

STAY SAFE ON THE ROAD: THE IMPORTANCE OF RIDER PROTECTION GEAR

Buying quality protection gear means investing in safety and peace of mind. Ride smart, stay protected and enjoy the road ahead with confidence.

While riding a motorcycle promises an unmatched sense of freedom and exhilaration, it also carries multiple risks. Whether you’re an experienced biker or a newbie, wearing the right protection gear is crucial for your safety on the road. This is true for basic commutes in the city as well as long, treacherous but fun rides. In this blog, you will explore the importance of rider protection gear, including helmets, jackets, gloves and more. Also discover some of the top products available at www.Reisemoto.com, a trusted brand in motorcycle gear, accessories and tyres. Reisemoto brings you Indian and International brands on one platform, so you can choose the right gear, accessories and tyres for your needs.

Why Rider Protection Gear is Essential

Motorcycle riders are inherently more vulnerable to injuries compared to car drivers since there is no outer shell protecting you. The lack of an extra shell around them means that in the event of an accident, the rider’s body is directly exposed to impact. Here’s why investing in quality protection gear for riders is non-negotiable:

Reducing Injury Severity

Protection gear significantly reduces the severity of injuries in case of a fall or collision. Helmets protect your head from traumatic brain injuries, jackets shield your torso from abrasions and impacts and gloves safeguard your hands from fractures and cuts. Even a simple choice of riding pants may greatly help in protecting your legs.

Enhancing Visibility

High-visibility gear and accessories can make a rider more noticeable to other drivers, reducing the risk of accidents. Reflective elements and bright colours on your gear can be life-saving, especially in low-light conditions.

Weather Protection

Proper gear protects you from harsh weather conditions. This is especially true for all riders who want to head up to the hills, where the weather can change drastically in a single day. Waterproof jackets, gloves and boots keep you dry, while insulated layers protect you from cold. Conversely, ventilated gear helps keep you cool in hot weather.

Comfort and Fatigue Reduction

Quality gear designed with ergonomic features can enhance comfort and reduce rider fatigue. This includes padded jackets, cushioned gloves and helmets with good ventilation. Proper gear allows for longer rides by reducing wind fatigue and cushioning the rider from vibrations and shocks, leading to a more enjoyable and less tiring ride.

Government Rules and Requirements

In many regions, wearing specific protection gear, like helmets, is mandatory by law. And compliance not only avoids fines but also promotes overall safety standards.

Essential Rider Protection Gear

The one-stop shop, Reisemoto, offers a comprehensive range of high-quality motorcycle gear designed to protect riders and enhance their riding experience. Reisemoto features European and Indian names like Tucano Urbano, Acerbis, Inox and others on the website www.Reisemoto.com. With Reisemoto bringing the best of the world to India, riders now have a choice in each category, depending on the features they want. Gear is available in multiple budgets, depending on the riders’ needs. Let’s delve into the key pieces of protection gear that every rider should consider:

Helmets

Helmets are the most critical piece of protection gear for any rider. They protect your head from severe injuries and can be the difference between life and death in an accident. At Reisemoto, you’ll find a wide variety of helmets to suit different riding styles and preferences. Brands combine cutting-edge design with advanced safety features. They offer a snug fit, excellent ventilation and superior impact protection, making them an excellent choice for both casual riders and rally enthusiasts. Also, helmets with visors and other protective gear shield riders from debris, insects, and other elements that could cause distractions or injuries while riding.

Jackets

Motorcycle jackets are essential for protecting your upper body, including your chest, back and arms. They come with built-in armour or padding that absorbs impact and reduces injuries. Jackets also provide abrasion resistance, preventing severe skin injuries in case of a slide. Choose from brands that offer reinforced materials, impact-absorbing armour and waterproofing, making it ideal for all-weather riding. These types of riding jackets are available on www.Reisemoto.com.

Gloves

Gloves protect your hands, which are often the first point of contact in a fall. They guard against fractures, cuts and abrasions, while also providing grip and control over your motorcycle. Reisemoto brands are a popular choice among riders. These gloves offer a combination of protection and comfort with features like knuckle guards, padded palms and breathable materials, ensuring your hands are safe and comfortable during any ride.

Pants and Riding Suits

Motorcycle pants and riding suits provide full-body protection, covering your lower body and complementing the protection offered by jackets. They are designed with abrasion-resistant materials and may include built-in armour for knees and hips. These pants are waterproof, breathable and reinforced with protective layers, making them suitable for both daily commutes and long-distance touring.

Boots

Motorcycle boots protect your feet and ankles from injuries while providing the necessary support and grip for controlling your bike. The boots are designed to be sturdy and comfortable and shield against impacts and abrasions.

Body Armour

For riders seeking additional protection, body armour can be worn under jackets and pants. This gear provides extra padding and shields vital areas like the spine, chest and shoulders.

Choosing the Right Protection Gear

Selecting the right protection gear involves considering several factors to ensure it meets your needs and provides adequate safety:

Fit and Comfort

Ensure that your gear fits well and is comfortable to wear. Ill-fitting helmets or jackets can be distracting and may not offer the protection you need. Try on different sizes and styles to find what suits you best.

Material and Construction

Look for gear made from high-quality, durable materials. Leather and advanced textiles offer excellent abrasion resistance, while materials like Gore-Tex provide waterproofing and breathability.

Safety Certifications

Check for safety certifications that indicate the gear meets or exceeds industry standards. For helmets, look for DOT, ECE, or Snell certifications. For other gear, CE certification is a good indicator of quality protection.

Climate Suitability

Choose gear that is appropriate for the climate you’ll be riding in. Ventilated gear is ideal for hot weather, while insulated and waterproof options are better for cold and wet conditions.

Style and Preferences

While safety is paramount, finding gear that matches your style and preferences can enhance your riding experience. Whether you prefer classic leather or modern textile designs, there’s gear that can meet your needs without compromising on safety.

Top Protection Gear Brands at www.Reisemoto.com

Reisemoto offers a curated selection of top protection gear brands known for their quality and reliability:

Tucano Urbano: Known for innovative design and robust protection, the brand offers a range of helmets, jackets, gloves and more. Their products are designed to meet the needs of every rider, from casual commuters to adventure enthusiasts.

Viaterra: A leader in motorcycle gear, it provides high-performance protection gear trusted by professional riders worldwide. Their gear combines advanced safety features with sleek, modern designs.

Inox: Specialising in premium protective clothing, Inox offers a range of products that prioritise safety and comfort. Their gear is crafted with precision and tested to ensure maximum protection.

There are other brands like Acerbis, Carbonado, Spidi, Amaroq, Mad Dog, Bobo, SMK Helmets, Sena and Motul available on the website.

Staying safe on the road requires more than just skill and caution; it demands the right protection gear. From helmets to boots, every piece of motorcycle gear plays a vital role in safeguarding you from injuries and enhancing your riding experience. Reisemoto offers a comprehensive range of high-quality protection gear for riders, ensuring that you have the best options available to stay safe and comfortable on your journey. Explore their extensive collection at Reisemoto and equip yourself with the best in motorcycle gear.

[reflectosafe2]

Nighttime Adventures: Reflective Accessories for Outdoor Enthusiasts and Athletes

In a world that’s constantly on the move, safety should always be a top priority. Whether you’re commuting to work, going for a run, or simply taking an evening stroll, being visible to others is crucial for your well-being. That’s where ReflectoSafe comes in with its innovative reflective accessories designed to keep you safe and stylish.

Our Reflective Gear Collection includes a range of accessories that not only enhance your visibility but also reflect your commitment to safety. From reflective armbands to stylish reflective laces, we’ve got you covered. These accessories are not just functional; they’re also a fashion statement, allowing you to express your commitment to safety in a trendy way.

Safety First: Reflective Gear for Visibility

The importance of visibility during nighttime activities.

Reflective clothing and accessories for runners, cyclists, and hikers.

How reflective elements enhance safety in low-light conditions.

Illuminate Your Run: Reflective Running Gear

Reflective running shoes and clothing to keep you visible on the jogging trail.

The latest innovations in reflective running gear.

How reflective accessories contribute to a runner’s performance and safety.

Cycling in the Moonlight: Reflective Accessories for Bikers

The thrill of nighttime cycling and its challenges.

Reflective bike helmets, clothing, and accessories for cyclists.

Tips for a safe and enjoyable nighttime bike ride.

Hiking under the Stars: Illuminated Trails with Reflective Accessories

The allure of hiking at night and experiencing nature in a different light.

Reflective hiking gear, backpacks, and accessories.

Stories and experiences of nighttime hikers and the importance of visibility.

Nighttime Adventure Style: Beyond Safety

How reflective accessories can be fashionable and functional.

Stylish reflective clothing options for the fashion-forward adventurer.

Balancing aesthetics and safety in nighttime adventure attire.

DIY Reflective Projects: Personalizing Your Gear

Creative ways to add reflective elements to your existing gear.

                  –     DIY projects for making your accessories stand out.

                  –     Engaging in reflective gear customization as a hobby.

Conclusion:

As the sun sets and darkness falls, there’s a whole new world awaiting those who dare to venture out. Embrace the night with reflective accessories that not only enhance safety but also add a touch of flair to your nighttime adventures. Illuminate your path, be seen, and make every nighttime escapade a memorable experience.

To know more: https://reflectosafe.com/blog/nighttime-adventures-reflective-accessories-for-outdoor-enthusiasts-and-athletes/

[thedcvilherself]

“or perhaps...she was the biker.” words delivered with a devilish glint, a reminder to never underestimate any woman — frail and delicate as they might seem. what secrets lurk beneath a persons surface could only truly be known if they were shared; hers, his grandmothers, his own. "why not?" it's not that eralia fails to understand the sentiment, some piece of her own mind that hadn’t imagined it making it this far, that hadn’t anticipated a life at thirty, let alone one beyond. and for a flicker of a moment, it does cause her to ponder; to wonder if it was a common phenomenon or one reserved for those who'd experienced too much too young, to question why brains worked against the very beings that contained them in such a way. still, there's something to his words that says the decision is more certain, that he holds no doubt his body nor mind would ever meet with the natural, slow declination of a long life. “girlboss...” she repeats the word softly, an air of amusement as she considers the title — not the first time she’d heard it even if it is the first time in reference to herself. “what is that anyway? we don’t go around calling men boyboss, do we? they're simply...boss.” an inherent sexism that bled through their society was perhaps heavy for late night conversation with a stranger but then, it seemed everything that came from eralia’s lips was, that small talk was a skill she'd never mastered the art of. “nickie.” she repeats the name, testing it on her tongue, examining him to see if it fit. “it's a pleasure to meet you, nickie.” and though she tries to hold her ground, to be as unflinching as the people seemed to imagine her to be, against her will, her body wavers. it's as if she's threatening to fall in closer, like she's a moth drawn to a flame, tempted by a touch that leaves goosebumps in its wake. “i'm afraid that’s the problem with you normies." though she'd heavily begun to doubt he was such, to debate if he was the one weaving magic into her mind. "you think much too small." her already small voice had seemed to condense further yet, words spoken like a secret that might be overheard. "so many people wish to forget. very few long to remember. — remembering can be far more cruel.” sparked, perhaps by some confidence his own touch had given, she dares to lift her unoccupied arm, dares to rest her fingertips upon his face, thumb swirling against his temple like she’s implanting an idea. “why make you forget all of this when...i could make it haunt you?” her tone is soft, curious. her gaze, the same. like she herself is still trying to seek out the answer, trying to decide what she is to do with him.

"you're right... for all i know, my nonna could've been cuddled up to some biker on the back of his harley all through her twenties." it was an interesting thought— nickie had never spent much time thinking about her life before she'd become a mother or a grandmother. considering how his father had turned out, it wouldn't be too big of a shock to learn that she'd had a bit of a sordid past. that reckless streak had to come from somewhere, right? "nah..." he wrinkled his nose at the thought. "don't think i'll last that long. not at this rate, anyhow." a long, illustrious life simply wasn't in the cards for him, it seemed, and he'd long since made peace with it. he'd grown up being told there were only two outcomes for someone like him— he could either end up rotting in a jail cell, or doing the same six feet under, and one certainly seemed a lot more appealing than the other. "good on you, though. that girlboss shit is a good look..." he shot a wink her way. it certainly was an impressive accomplishment, that she'd managed to turn her passions into a money making venture, and that the attempt had actually been successful. she'd found her niche, and it seemed to be something that could sustain her for the foreseeable future. nickie only wished he could've stumbled into something with that sort of longevity, rather than having to rely on the fleeting success of theft and dealing. "i would've, yeah... but a bike typically lasts longer than seventy two hours. unless you crash it, of course." he had to look at things somewhat pragmatically, weighing the pros and cons, balancing the trouble it would take to get something with the value it could bring to his life. even before he'd crashed it, keeping his bike in tip top shape was an expensive hobby, but the fulfillment it brought him was well worth it. gazing down at her delicate features in the dim illumination of the moonlight, nickie couldn't help but wonder just how often she received attention of this sort. her reputation must've scared off many potential suitors, but still, she was undeniably gorgeous. surely at least a few people were willing to look past the rumors in order to try their luck with her, but he got the feeling she wasn't used to being spoken to in this manner. "i guess i don't," he shrugged. it was all wishful thinking, really. he was going out on a limb assuming that he had the upper hand, that he'd successfully convinced her of his innocence and now was on his way to securing her affections, but she hadn't exactly given him anything to worry about thus far. she should've called the police long ago, and yet there she stood, entertaining his advances. "everybody just calls me nickie." it wasn't a lie, but it would be much harder to try and track down his record with just his nickname to go off of. "if you did you could just wave your magic wand, get me to forget all of it." her expression seemed to light up, and his followed suit, touch drifting down to her shoulder and his fingertips trailing down her arm. "get me to forget all of this... forget you. but you wouldn't want that, would you?"

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 4a

*Warning Adult Content*

Phone Number - Part 1

- Knox -

Knox didn't get any sleep last night because Everett didn't get any sleep last night.

The boy tossed and turned until a few hours before sunrise.

At one point, he screamed himself awake because of a nightmare.

More are bound to follow, given what all he experienced in the past twenty-four hours.

Knox couldn't help but pity his temporary roommate, enough to buy Everett a new charger so he can finally use that damn phone of his.

"I don't care who you reach out to, just don't reveal your location."

Knox tosses the yellow Dollar Store bag at Everett after entering his bedroom.

"Has Josie stopped by? I ran into her while I was on my out and she told me she had something for you."

Everett nods from the bed, quick to unbox the phone charger.

"She delivered a few toiletries shortly after you left. My skin was desperate for some lotion and it felt great to brush the stank out of my mouth. I'll never take toothbrushes for granted again."

"Yeah, because your breath smelled like..."

"Fuck off, you big panda. I didn't ask for your snarky commentary."

Knox's head falls backward as he laughs.

He shouldn't find Everett to be this amusing but he does.

Too much, if he's being honest.

Perhaps the way Everett carries himself is to blame.

His looks make him appear sweet and innocent but when set off, his mouth runs exactly like a filthy sailor's.

He's cute but deadly.

The absolute worst kind to fall for.

"Was that supposed to hurt my feelings or something?"

Knox removes his beat-up leather jacket and kicks off his shoes before joining Everett on the bed, taking a seat at the foot of it.

"It doesn't, by the way. Pandas are one of the most beloved animals on the planet. Everyone is a fan of pandas."

"Yeah, well, I'm not everyone," Everett mutters.

"In fact, I think they're extremely overrated."

Knox laughs again.

"Fuckin' liar. You couldn't even look me in the eyes when you said that."

"Don't you have someplace else to be?" Everett replies sharply, meeting Knox's playful gaze.

"No," Knox says. "Getting under your skin is far more entertaining.

"God, you're so annoying."

Everett plugs the charger into the wall outlet beside the nightstand and hooks his phone up to it,  struggling to keep from smiling.

"I prefer this version of you over the one who almost strangled me to death. Are you always this hot and cold with the people you kidnap?"

Knox purposefully avoids answering the question because his targets are usually dead by this point.

"Why panda?"

"Does it really matter?"

"Yes. I'm very curious to hear why you matched me to one of the most adorable animals in the..."

"Okay, enough." Everett rolls his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching and wanting badly to rise. "You're dressed in black and white, and you're about the size of a pregnant one..."

They both chuckle at that.

"It was honestly the first thing to pop into my head as I watched you get dressed this morning."

"I thought you were still asleep then."

"I'm pretty good at faking it when I want to."

Knox bit back the inappropriate comment he wanted to make and instead allowed a comfortable silence to settle between them.

He responded to a few texts while Everett checked in with his people.

Knox appreciated the lie Everett told his parents in claiming he had spent the night with a boyfriend.

If only Shaun were still alive, Everett definitely would've been with him.

The what-ifs leave Knox feeling unsettled, so he quickly brushes them off.

The life that Shaun lived would've eventually caught up with them both.

It was only a matter of time before Everett witnessed firsthand just how cruel life was for a biker.

Going forward, Knox secretly hopes the boy will think twice about dating men that are no good for him.

Not that he should fucking care.

"My friends knew about Shaun and I being together."

Everett frowns while looking at old texts sent from Shaun, most of them flirty one-liners.

"They've sent me a thousand questions asking if I knew more about what happened. I assume they watched the news from last night."

"What did you tell them?" Knox asks.

Everett sighs, shaking his head as he deletes his conversation with Shaun.

"I hate lying to them."

"I know it's hard, but it's for their own good."

Knox drags a hand through his hair and exhales a heavy breath.

Since when did he become so... nice?

"You seem like a decent kid, Everett. I'm sorry you got pulled into this mess..."

A loud knock at the door makes Everett jump from his spot on the bed, effectively ending the conversation.

Knox doesn't move an inch.

"Who the fuck is it?" Knox growls, his demeanor doing a complete 180.

"The owner of the house," Gavin replies. "Come out here for a minute. We need to talk about the kid."

Everett reaches for Knox without thinking twice, one hand gripping Knox's left arm with enough force to leave behind an imprint.

The boy's light brown eyes are glowing bright with fear and his bottom lip is back to trembling.

Knox instinctively leans in closer, almost as if he's no longer in control of his body.

"Please don't let him hurt me," Everett whispers with a panicked voice.

"I won't say a word to anybody about anything, I swear. You have to believe..."

"I do. I believe you, Everett. You're safe with me, alright? I've got you."

"You promise?"

" I promise."

Everett nods and drops his hand, allowing Knox to stand and crack open the door.

Gavin doesn't peer inside being nosy, merely laughs at how ridiculous his newly appointed Enforcer is acting.

Must be something in the water.

"What's up?" Knox asks.

"I'll tell you as soon as you get your ass out here," Gavin says. "Or would you prefer the kid hears everything?"

[alencooperus]

Accessorizing with Shearling Jackets this Winter

Introduction

The prehistoric past brings back the dressing idea of using animal skin to endure the icy climate of the present. Hence, the winters of this ultra-modern century can be made outstanding by utilizing the heritage wisdom that was passed down from the very early old stone age. Being that ancient sometimes yields preciousness, Paleolithic warm clothing continues to be a gem and rather remains unsurpassed even by modern fashion inventions in terms of functionality. Being in line with it, re-inventing the sheepskin and shearling coats - a polished and styled version of young lamb and sheepskin pelts that remained the standards of covering onself starting from the Old Stone Age. The concept has roots in antiquity and, with some remodeling and style ideas, is brought up to cutting-edge winter fashions. With the unifying goal of protecting against dreadful frigid weather, it is currently known by a variety of names and designs.

As rooted by primitive folks, genuine sheepskin or shearling outerwear provides unmatched warmth retention and cold weather resistance. It was the only clothing that could successfully prove its effectiveness being on the ice. Consequently, single-handedly, premium sheepskin jackets can provide enough protection for oneself. It appears hefty, yet its warmth retention, and luxury both go unrivaled. Although, its weight appears to diminish once the original shearling wool's soft, and spongy texture is experienced.

Therefore, to reignite the desire of putting lambskin pelts to use once again, several shearling coat and jacket outfit suggestions are summarized below.

Accessorizing to reflect dress codes

Starting with the various styles in general, Shearling jackets pinnacle their supremacy in the casual, semi-formal, and formal attire subcategories. Casual styles come with elasticized bombers along the hemline and cuffs. Also, one can unveil the true definition of a daily casual by pairing a distressed type burned-out finished shearling outerwear with skinny jeans or baggy trousers. A perfect sense of everyday casual by heritage shearling makes the most regal statement to the current trend.

Semi-formal mandarin collared sheepskin bombers work wonders once twined with corduroy pants. The prestigious tag of their style variations stems from basic, yet vivid finishing types such as Suede, Silky crackle, or vintage.

The most exquisite belted long coats and waist-length buttoned jackets characterize the authentic formal attire, which moves with the formal Shearling coats and jackets with Nappa finishes. Their distinctive designs accentuate the official appearance and make an adequate pair-up with formal pants.  

Accessorizing to reflect purposes

Besides the workday and daily casuals, sheepskin and shearling outerwear make way to preserve their functionality. In addition to their well-regarded capacity to guard against the cold, they are available in a variety of patterns to serve a variety of purposes. When taking long, arduous drives, motorcycle, and biker jackets with a Merino wool collar capture the sensuality. Detachable hooded snug jackets that are appropriate for exceptionally chilly winter days and nights define the genre. One such example is a sheepskin bomber coats in USA with a fox fur collar and Merino wool hood. The utility is extended until early spring or on the other side pulled from late fall by donning the sunny-winter special collection of vests with buckled collars.

Accessorizing to reflect Themes 

Although there is a lot of information on usefulness and comfort, clothing only never goes about wrapping and feeling cozy. To the glory, Shearling has made a legend and also is certain to impose an impact on the fashion industry with its appearance in this highly competitive trendsetting sector. The most opulent double-breasted long sheepskin jackets for parties steal the show. They are never out of style, and everything is processed and detailed to a high standard. Hardware belts and buckles create a new party-style outfit, whereas long coats with extended soft merino fur detailing captivate hearts with their exceptional charm.

Rest, funky and fancy styles are nevertheless compromised and held stiff attributable to the double collar waist-length shearling, or pea-length frilled and baggy coats. However, significantly, shearling crop jackets with frills and hardware embellishments shape the jazziest dressing category.

Accessorizing to reflect moderately sophisticated

Lastly, a consequential portion of the shearling collection calls attention to the regular jackets which exude a decent appearance. The segment is led by standard blazers and coats with premium button closures and basic front pockets.  Although they lack frills and flourishes, they yet fit into the contemporary imperial genre owing to their magnificent entice. And so they are donned to cast their subtle splendor.  The best thing about them is that they may be worn to any event, in any attire, and even with any theme without degrading the style statement. Dressing with the cited category never makes tatememt go odd.

Conclusion:

Shearling Jackets, in particular, are considered a classic and everlasting piece of outerwear that remains evergreen in the fashion brand. Whether they are new or antique, these coats stand to be amazing. The best men’s and women’s shearling coats are not only a piece of style but also essential cold-weather breathable armor.  Original sheepskin or shearling pelt’s durability and resistance to the frigid weather are praiseworthy.

It is simpler to have a Shearling piece on every drawer of a closet for every conceivable event since they are available in a wide range of styles. Other clothing fashion might fade with the transition trend, but authentic shearling is a never dying vogue irrespective of its pattern and design. They elude a quintessential charm with a majestic tag of a one-time-investment.

[anotherghoul666]

I-I'm supposed to be working but after reading the confessions and your answers, all I can think of are leather gloves and how nice they would feel on my skin. E-especially on my throat.

Yeah being on my blog while at work is a dangerous game you're playing sweetheart. I'm known to disable brains and fill them with filth and naughty promises, you sure you wanna give that a go while you're supposed to be productive somewhere else?

How about I disable your brain some more then, with talk of leather, and of my gloves. The ones you may be so lucky to see, or even get to feel on your skin and around your throat as you so desire, if you ask nicely. Convince me you deserve the honor of experiencing my touch through these gloves. For now though, since you can't seem to stop thinking about them, I'll give you more information about them, so you may imagine them in the details they deserve. This pair of gloves has been with me for more than a decade at this point. They are biker gloves, the ones you'd wear to ride motorcycles, that was quite my aesthetic back in the day. Leather jacket, leather boots, leather gloves, the wind in my hair and the sun in my eyes, sitting neatly in my freedom with the world ahead of me, figuring out my power. A decade ago I was building myself and these leather items, these very leather gloves, helped me reach that state.

They lived a whole life with me, these gloves. I wore them outside, during spring and autumn, until the temperature became too cold to endure gloves with aeration holes. The fingers are covered in two neat rows of aeration wholes on both sides, and also on top of the knuckles. Allows for flexibility and comfort, for heat to not build up too much within. The palm is decorated with stitching that mimics the natural lines there, sections and pads, to conform to my shape, sit nicely and flush against my palm. There's a velcro strap at the wrist, to allow me to tighten them so they don't risk falling off the hand when in use, whether while riding a bike as I'm sure they were originally intended, or during the more creative uses I put them through. I wore them in specific outfits, to go out, to clubs, on dates, to impress and captivate. That leather glove / leather corset combo broke one too many hearts, if I dare say so.

I wore them during play. To spank people with, make them taste the difference between a bare hand spanking and a gloved hand spanking, because they are two very different beasts. The leather almost nullifies the pinch of skin on skin, allowing the submissive to experience a deeper, thuddier hit, and for me to be much more comfortable delivering such hits, saving my hands, allowing me to go longer and harder. I've worn them to grab people's faces with, hold their jaws, wrestle their heads around. To shove my fingers in their mouths, have them lick and lather this sacred material with their saliva as an offering. Giving them the absolute privilege to taste the holiness of this type of fabric. I've worn them to choke, to feel them clench around something so soft and pliable yet so hard, to grip and feel how my finger pads slide and catch on the inside on them, how the gloves' texture naturally holds onto human skin and tugs at it instead of gliding on. To hear the noise leather naturally makes when it squeaks on itself and against another type of skin, one of my favorite noises on the planet. And of course, with the added bonus of noise, or lack thereof, the person I choked would make. The lucky one. And then, well, I've also worn them for messier scenes, the amount of times I've cleaned and sanitized these gloves, I'm sometimes surprised they held up so great. They're still perfect. Worn in, looser, beat leather that's seen the world and yet, hasn't seen enough yet.

Would you be the next neck these gloves grace, anon? Are you worthy of their divinity?

[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.