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Superbike Boots Jonathan Rea Wsbk 2019

Jonathan Rea superbike boots are the replica of those worn by him in WSBK 2019 having particular features concerning the rider’s foot safety and ease.

Superbike Boots Jonathan Rea Wsbk 2019

[boanerges20]

Motolove

[11oh1]

[advpulse]

One boot that’s gotten the job done on many of our adventures is the Alpinestars Tech 7 Enduro Drystar. They start with a tried and tested motocross design, then add a breathable, waterproof Drystar membrane, along with an enduro-style sole so you’re not slipping around on slick rock. And while they are a tall, hard-TPU style boot with CE certification, they’ve proven to have all-day comfort and don’t feel overly chunky walking around off the bike. If dry feet and a high-level protection off-road are a priority for your rides, these are definitely worth a look. Pricing starts at $479. Follow the link for details! 👉 https://bit.ly/tech7edry

[penumbrapolaroid]

august 22nd, 2024

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Besotted 3

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, virginity loss, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: your new neighbour brings intrigue and a bit of danger.

Characters: ex-con!Bucky Barnes

Note: We need this on a Monday.

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“Don’t move too slow, girly,” Angelique teases in your ear. You cradle your phone as you stick out your tongue at her mocking tone. “I’m already bikini shopping.” 

“Pfft, how much is it for string these days?” You retort. 

“Don’t be jealous. A little more confidence and you’d look fine as fuck in one. I mean, given your hooters, you’d be getting all the attention.” 

“Not worth the back ache. Besides, the thing would get lost,” you stop and look back and forth before you cross. “I’m getting there, alright? I mean, what do you think about the guy? He’s older, alone... at his age, he must be divorced. I mean, he’s gotta be into it.” 

“I’m sure he is,” Angelique assures you. “But stop dragging your feet. Just fucking pull your tits out.” 

“I as good as had them on my plate,” you snicker as you get closer to the duplex. 

“No, out,” she insists. “Your nipples need to make eye contact.” 

You hiss and slow down as you get to the crispy blades of grass bent over the pavement. “Gotta go.” 

“Wait--” 

You hang up as you watch Bucky’s back. His muscles move beneath his skin, his shoulders and arms thick and rounded. He has no shirt on but sports his typical black denim. His flesh bulges a bit above his belt. His sleeve tattoo extends to his shoulder blade, the edge resembling the silhouette of a wolf. 

You look down at yourself. You have your work standard on. A pair of straight cut pants and a sleeveless blouse. The bank is very stringent about the dress code. Nothing above the knee. Oh well, the elastic waistband is forgiving and comfortable enough to sit in all day. 

You sneak up the walk and through the front door. You drop your bag and hurry into your bedroom. You change into a pair of short red shorts and a razorback white tank top. Your bra straps peak out but that’s only a bonus. 

Wait. You stop. What did Angelique say? You undo your bra and slip free of the straps. Your back will hate you later. 

You slide into your fluffy white slides and head out. You glance over as Bucky fishes around in his tool box. He sits on a rolling stool, his boots set wide as he keeps it from moving. You approach him as he hunches and fiddles under the tank of the bike. 

“Hey, Bucky,” you skip up beside him, nearly falling out of your slides. “Whatcha doin’?” 

He keeps his eyes on his bike, “tune up.” 

“Oh, sure. You take good care of it, huh?” You bend to watch his hands closely. 

“Sure,” he sniffs. “Thing was left in a warehouse too long.” 

“Really? Is it used?” 

“It’s mine,” he assures you as he sits back and drops the wrench. “Just couldn’t... couldn’t keep her with me.” 

“Must be nice to get it back. Um, can I help with anything?” You push your hands behinds you and twist back and forth. 

He turns to look at you. You can’t see his eyes behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses. You preen and tilt your head. 

“You know the difference between a star and a flat head?” He asks. 

“Sure do,” you bounce in triumph. 

You go around his other side and get down on your knees. He takes out a cloth from his belt to wipe his hands. “Six-inch wrench,” he demands.

You bet he’s got more than a six-incher. You find the one he wants and hold it out to him. He takes it without looking. 

“It’s so cool you know how to do all this. When I get my bike, will you help me?” You wonder.” 

“You’re serious about all that?” He mutters. 

“Sure am! I could use help picking one out though. You have good taste,” you praise. 

He shrugs. You look down at the tool box. You stir around boredly as he offers no reply. 

“I guess I’ll need to by my own box of goodies--” you hiss and pull your hand back, “ouchie!” 

You raise your finger, a cut around the line around the top of your ring finger. He sits up and lowers the wrench as he looks at you. Before you can register your blood dribbling down, he tosses down the tool and grabs the cloth he left on his thigh. He snatches your hand and wraps the fabric around your finger, squeezing hard. 

“What’re you doing? Those aren’t toys,” he snarls. 

“I’m sorry, Bucky, I was going to sort them out for you,” you sniffle. “It’s not that bad. Doesn’t hurt too much.” 

He growls and shakes his head as he swivels the stool to face you. “You, grab on.” You hesitated but grab his forearm. His cheek twitches. “Not me, your finger.” 

He takes your hand and guides it to the cloth. He folds your hand around your ring finger and squeezes tight. You clamp down. 

“I don’t think it’s that bad,” you hold back the reverberating pain with a bat of your eyes. “I can handle it--” 

“Stay here,” he stands before you can argue further. You peer up at him and nod. 

He strides away with a sigh. You watch him, craning around as he storms onto the porch and disappears inside. The door snaps shut behind him. 

You turn straight and look down at your hand. It was stupid. You shouldn’t have been playing with the tools. Still, he touched you. It’s almost a perfect accident. 

You hear him come back out and suck back the tears. You don’t want him to think you’re weak. He nears and sets down the small white chest next to the toolbox. He bends over you and cups your elbows, guiding you to the stool. He’s intent on his task. 

You let him move you. He gets down to his knees and opens the first aid box. He takes out the bottle of rubbing alcohol and square of gauze. 

“Let’s see,” he gestures at your hand. 

You peel the rag away and show him. He holds out his palm and you put your hand in his. He wipes the cut, it’s mostly stopped gushing. He tuts between his teeth. 

“Shouldn’t need stitching,” he says. Your gaze crawls up his uninked arm; he has scars along his bicep and more on his chest, a thick one along his lower stomach. “Just a bandage.” 

He pinches your finger as he fishes around for a bandage. He uses his mouth to unwrap it. He sticks it around your finger snugly. He lets you go and your fingertips tingle. It’s not just the loss of blood. 

“Aw, thanks, Bucky,” you smile and examine your finger. “You take such good care of me.” 

His eyes meet yours and you push your shoulders up. He swallows stiffly and searches around, his attention clinging to the motorcycle. He clears his throat and turns on his knee. He scoops up the wrench he dropped. 

“No big deal. Just a nick,” he drawls lowly. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologise again. “I was only trying to help.” 

“I know, girl, I know,” he tightens something and puts the wrench back. 

“It’s real hot out. Can I get you something to drink?” You offer. 

“Don’t gotta do all that,” he says. 

“I want to. It’s the least I can do since you fixed me all up,” you hop up. “I’ll be right back!” 

You turn and feel how high your shorts are on your ass. You don’t fix them as you walk away. You hope he’s watching. You know he is. 

You go inside and find a nice tall glass. You take out a can of frozen pink lemonade and put in the plastic pitcher with water and ice. You mix it all up and taste. Perfect. 

You come back out as Bucky locks up his toolbox. You approach him, the glass in your uninjured hand. You stand beside him. 

“Here you go!” You say, “it sure is a hot one.” 

You offer it and he looks up. His sunglasses reflect the sun. He reaches for the glass and grumbles in thanks. You put your hands on your hips. Your fingers are cold from making the lemonade. It sends a shiver through you so your nipples poke against your tank top. 

“Bucky,” you begin, digging the toe of your slide into the tarmac as he sips. “I hate to ask but... could I go for a ride?” 

His throat clenches and he lowers the glass. His cheeks pinch and he pushes the glasses up over his hair. “A ride?” He rasps. 

“On the bike,” you giggle. “Since I wanna buy one, I’d like a bit of a go round. Just to make up my mind for sure. Doesn’t have to be right now but... it would be nice.” 

He’s quiet. He takes another gulp. Sweat beads on his temple and his chest glistens with it, his chest hair damp and shining. He stands, lifting the toolbox with him. 

“Sure, another night,” he says. 

“Of course, like I said, whenever you want me, I’m yours,” you smile and do a sort of awkward curtsy move. He keeps a hold on the glass and angles to flick his sunglasses back down with just his pinky. 

“Thanks for helping,” he says. 

“No problem,” you realise he’s trying to escape. You’re okay with that, he said he’d take you for a spin. It’s progress. “If you need anything, as usual, I’m right next door.” 

“Sure,” he utters and takes another swig. 

“You can bring the glass by whenever,” you assure him. “I need a nice long shower after today. See ya, Bucky.” 

You spin and strut away. You smile to yourself, happy he can’t see the menace in your eyes. Fuck Angelique. You are going to get this one. 

👙

You sing along to the poppy melody. You’re pretty sure you have the words wrong. You don’t care too much. It’s just you and your tweezers, thinning out the strays around your brows. 

Tomorrow, you’ll see if Bucky’s up for a ride. Maybe on more than just his bike. You giggle and tilt the mirror, checking your arch. As you do, something catches your eye outside the frame. You flinch and look over to the moving squiggle on the ceiling. 

You scream as the millipede skitters onto the wall and you drop the mirror on your mattress. Your skin is crawling. You hate bugs. They give you that jittery feeling. Your stomach is rolling. 

You panic and run out of the room, screaming as you search for anything to defend yourself. You manage to muffle yourself to a disgusted ramble of ugh and ews. You open the lower cupboard and take out a frying pan. 

A knock makes you shriek again. You hurry to the thumping on the door. You unlock it and pull it inward, pan handle gripped tight. 

“Everything okay?” Bucky asks from the shadows, his hand on the door. “What’s going on?” 

You’re breathless as you get a hold of yourself. You hold the pan with two hands. You didn’t mean to lure him in but you’re not unhappy about it. Especially since you only have a baby tee and panties on. 

“Oh, Bucky! I’m so scared. There’s-- there’s-- a millipede in my bedroom. They really freak me out and—and---” 

“A bug? You’re screaming about a bug?” He snarls and moves his hand away from his hip. You wince, taken aback by the steel in his tone. 

You pout, “I’m sorry, I--” 

He sighs, “where is it?” 

Your lashes flick, “um, thank you, so much. I was about to break the wall.” You show the pan. 

“Mm,” he looks around as he steps inside. He grabs your sandal from beside the door. 

You turn and lead him away. You’re happy you chose a smaller pair of panties. You set the pan on the couch as you pass and point him into the bedroom. You step back as he passes. 

He stops in the doorway. You stay behind him. He takes a breath before he enters. He searches out the bug on the wall and marches over to the bed. You watch him from behind. He’s in a pair of black boxers and a tank top. 

He reaches up and smushes the millipede. You squeak in surprise at his quickness. Your gaze sticks on his bicep. He’s strong. You wonder what it’d be like to have his arm around your neck. You shiver. 

“Oh gosh, thank you, thank you, thank you,” you squee. 

“Got a tissue?” He asks. 

You hesitate then flit into the bathroom across the hall. You grab the roll of toilet paper and return to your room. You tear away a strip and hand it to him, setting the roll close by. He trades you for the sandal. He wipes the bug guts from the plaster. 

He faces you. You rock nervously, “I’m real sorry. I was scared.” You bite your lip and poke your fingertips together. “I... You look after me, Bucky, thank you.” 

“Mm, I heard screaming. Typically, it means trouble,” he shrugs and strides toward you.  

“I know, I... I’m not used to having neighbours so close.” 

“Yeah...” he utters. 

“Well, er,” you stand in the door as he comes close, “have a good night. I’ll keep it down.” 

He hums. You stare at him and turn your back to the door frame to let him through. You genuinely feel bad. He’s angry. 

“I don’t like to hear women screaming,” he growls and marches into the hall. “Come lock the door behind me.” 

“Okay,” you follow him guiltily. 

He stops as he pulls back the inner door. He looks at you and the tension eases in his jaw, “I’m glad you’re not hurt.” 

You nod and smile, “and I'm so glad I got a good guy like you watching over me.” 

His brows rise just slightly. He quickly looks away, “lock it.” 

He sweeps through the door and pulls it shut sharply. You stare a moment before you move to lock it. It’s only then you hear his footsteps on the porch; leaving. 

As stupid as you feel, you won again. He can’t hold out much longer. Especially since you forgot to put your vibrator away. 

[milessunflowers]

This came to me in a dream but imagine.

Max Verstappen x MotoGP!male!reader. They're very similar, both started very young, they both have four championships and they're both Dutch. But Max is well, Max and reader is an absolute sweetheart and cinnamon roll.

Thank you!

just read all abt motogp and didn't realize how fucking cool it was until now so ty for that! gonna start watching it this season!

max verstappen x motogp!male!reader

synopsis: two racers, both alike in dignity, in fair motorsports, where we lay our scene- you and max are very similar in a lot of ways yet so different that you guys just make it work

author's note: motogp, i was not familiar with your game. but srsly i have to start watching bc just reading and researching on it had me so pumped up at 11:45 last night bc i forgot to rest up 😅 worth it bc AHAHAHAJDLLWWN <- that's how im feeling abt motogp. hope you like it!

you guys are so similar before you even knew each other

you both started around the same time, being the youngests to ever race in your respective sports

fans were quick to point out the parallels between the two of you

you won a good set of races (even if it's hard to do) and max was dominating the f1 world

plus you guys were both dutch

so everyone's all like "what the hell do they feed those motosports kids in the netherlands?"

you guys meet in like some random gp, maybe yours maybe his but either way a random gp

im thinking cota lowkey before daniel was booted (rip king)

so like daniel sets you guys up practically

turns out you got along amazingly, followed each other on instagram and like added each other on whatsapp and stuff

like you guys really hit off

you talk and get to know each/build a stable friendship for like a year and half before you ask him out

he says yes of course, claiming he was just about to do it and you stole his spotlight

you don't care because you are just happy to have date with someone you've come to care a lot about

you go on this date, probably to the beach because you still aren't sure what he wants to eat and when

you guys start being official shortly after

skip forward and you have won your second championship and max as one so far so you guys are out celebrating and stuff

fans spot you, ask for some pictures and notice how drastically different your personalities are

like you seem all cheery and happy all the time while max only seems to enjoy himself when he's with you or other people he likes

but they also realize how perfect you guys are and how much you counter balance each other

like one gets too overwhelmed the other is taking them home and obviously vice versa

and you guys are so so supportive

like if your bike decides not to work and you have to quit mid-race, max is there to support whether actually at the circuit or over facetime

if max has a particularly bad race, you are supporting him in anyway you can to make sure he knows how talented and amazing he is

you guys don't fight a lot, but when you do you guys are both lowkey overdramatic and realize like ten minutes later how stupid the argument was and then make up/make out over it

anyways

anytime you guys can, you support each other

like if there just happens to be the races on the same day, you make sure to tell max before and after your race how amazing and proud of him you are and max makes sure everyone knows what an amazing boyfriend you are

also championship celebrations are insane

like drunk asf, waking up sire the next day

you guys are just happy you got to celebrate them together

even if max is a little overprotective

not as much as you though, because some guy looked at max the wrong way at a bar one time and you just about punched out his lights

look, you're sweet and all but you love max and don't want people to judge that

plus you are a max defender til the day you die

you tried getting max to ride your bike that you have a home, but he almost broke his arm and you almost got berated by horner

but horner's opinion doesn't matter to you because he's horner—pretty self explanatory i think

you guys will sometimes go karting together but max always wins (you jokingly accuse him of cheating to win but he just has a cheeky smile)

its always fun because you guys really just like to battle on track

though you are less aggressive both in your motogp driving and on the kart

max, well, you guys know how max's driving is

also i feel like you would drive him around, if that makes any sense

like he screams passenger princess to me and i don't really understand it but you know what, fuck it we ball

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[leathercollectionus]

MV Agusta Sportbike Boots Rev Up Your Style, Ignite Passion

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MV Agusta Sportbike Boots Rev Up Your Style, Ignite Passion

[becgenius]

BIKER!SYLUS WHO...

!! street racing au, reader not mc, female reader, established relationship, petnames, reader has hair, smut, semi-public sex not rlly, size kink, m!receiving oral, dacryphilia, helmet stays on during sex, hair pulling kinda, cum swallowing, masturbation, lightly proofread, lowercase intended

wc. 1.5k

nsfw under the cut. minors dni.

biker!sylus who invites you to every one of his street races.

he says it's because you're good luck. it's really because the one thing he loves more than winning these races is seeing you proudly run up to congratulate him after doing so.

you both know he doesn't need 'good luck' to win; winning has always been a guarantee for him.

biker!sylus who gets you your own set of bike gear when you start dating.

your own pair of gloves, your own jackets, boots, helmets, body armor, balaclavas - you name it.

not to mention that he buys you multiple of each. a set in your favorite color, one in the color he loves seeing you wear, and one that matches his own gear.

biker!sylus who, nonetheless, thinks you look the best when wearing his gear.

biker!sylus who therefore loves to give you his leather jacket to watch his races. he wants everyone to know that you're his; that you’re there for him, and him only.

the cold air of the night nips at your cheeks as you stand watching the race. you're pretty sure there are five racers in total on the track, but everyone's focused on the two bikes practically leading the race.

you know that sylus is one of them. however you aren't sure if he's on the first or second bike. definitely the first, who were you kidding.

the fluorescence of the colorful traffic lights and blaring headlights contrasts sharply with the night's darkness and overwhelms your vision, and there’s the bass-boosted music from a nearby sports car clashing with the conversations of strangers and screech of tires against asphalt.

it seems that tonight's commentator - some guy with a megaphone - is also having a difficult time distinguishing the two leading racers. the sound is all distorted and you can only catch phrases at a time. you hear him refer to the racers as bike a and bike b. not helpful at all.

mentally scolding your past self for underdressing, you hug sylus's gifted jacket closer to your body and press your legs together as you stand among the crowd: your best attempt at preserving body heat. you're beginning to get annoyed with the loud audience around you and the way the wind is blowing strands of your hair into your glossed lips.

eventually, thankfully, one of the bikes ahead wins. you still haven't identified the driver; nevertheless, you approach the finish line… and so does what seems like every other person around you.

he sees you before you see him. you're about to call him but he catches your attention by a simple flash of his bike's headlights.

you see him leaning against his bike, stuffing a wad of cash into his jacket's inside pocket.

"there you are, dear. did you enjoy the race?" he removes his helmet, in turn revealing the sweaty, sticky mess of hair underneath, and holds his free hand out to you.

"sy! i almost lost you!" despite your outcry, you still manage to take his hand and allow him to help you onto the back of his bike.

"don't i always tell you to look for me wherever the winner is?" humble as always. but you can't blame him.

he slips the helmet he had just worn over your head and adjusts the chin strap. from your neck up, you're enveloped in the heat that was previously trapped inside the headgear. finally, he flips the visor down, and your vision tints black as your breath fogs up a spot on the glass.

biker!sylus who thinks it’s the cutest thing, seeing you perched atop his huge bike, wearing not only his helmet but also his jacket, both much too large on you.

biker!sylus who is more than happy to humor you when you tell him that you have a reward for him after winning a particularly close race.

biker!sylus who, after parking and turning his bike off in his private garage, stays put, because you told him to. he’s suspicious, curious, but never doubtful.

with the amount of vehicles parked within, it may as well be considered parking lot. fortunately, all you see are sylus’s insane collection of cars and bikes. no people in sight.

he's, again, leaned up against his bike, holding you upright as you press your chest against his and kiss him.

the kissing is deep and passionate and he loves it because he loves the feeling of your lips on his. but the kiss is also too short.

he is confused when you abruptly pull away from him wearing a sly grin. he's even more confused when you take the helmet from his bike seat and place it over his head, concealing his face.

"what's all this now, hm sweetie?" he asks.

biker!sylus whose eyes widen in both shock and understanding when you slowly lower yourself before him; not that you can see it though, from your tinted reflection in his helmet.

" 'm giving you your reward, of course."

biker!sylus who helps you undo his belt and shove his pants down enough to where you can comfortably hold his exposed erection in your hands.

he's dense and girthy, and it takes two of your hands to fully grasp him.

you look up, innocently smiling, to his concealed face as you kneel below him, soft cheek pressed against his hard dick before you slide his tip into your now open mouth.

he groans from above. loud. the helmet does nothing to muffle his noises, you learn.

"i love seeing this side of you, baby…" you feel his fingers run across the sides of your head, pulling hair out of your face and into a makeshift ponytail.

there's something that turns him on so much about seeing your seemingly innocent eyes gaze up at him while doing such a crude act as sucking his dick. he becomes impossibly harder inside your mouth.

you give him an agreeing hm in response, lips still surrounding his cock, and the vibrations send shivers down his spine.

tears run down your sore cheeks when you begin to pick up your pace. your jaw hurts from forcing it open so long and hollowing your cheeks for this amount of time has made them sensitive.

your head bobs itself efficiently up and down his length. you’re mindful of your teeth, and you use your tongue to swirl around his girth.

the only noises heard in sylus' garage were his moans, your gagging, as well as the squelching and slurping of you sucking him dry.

you don't notice that he releases your hair to wipe your fallen tears, and you gladly accept the attention. "such a good girl. you look so pretty sucking my cock like this."

his sweet, albeit vulgar, words were getting to you, and you feel yourself becoming more and more aroused.

so while your dominant hand is wrapped around sylus' dick, jerking off the length around his base that your mouth couldn't reach, your free hand slips down under your waistband and between your thighs to relieve your aching clit.

you continue sucking him off at that same pace, until he suddenly gets impatient. his hands find their way back to your head and guides it back and forth at a much faster pace.

at this point, you relax, fully allowing sylus to take control. your only focus is to keep your lips wrapped around his cock and to not choke; that, and your hand in your pants.

"fuck, princess, i'm gonna cum." he spits out in between pants. he flips his visor up to breathe in the fresh air and you notice that the screen's been completely fogged. "i want you to come too. think you do that for me?"

his head falls back after he sees your nod and a loud moan escapes from the back of his throat. your fingers move faster and press harder on your clit as you let sylus direct your head at whichever speed he pleases.

his cock twitches in your mouth, a telltale sign, before his hand on the back of your head stops moving and your mouth is suddenly filled with sylus's cum instead of his dick, which he pulls out with a pop.

you reach your own climax in seconds, eyes rolling and mouth hanging open as your fingers speed up and your cunt spasms around nothing.

sylus's cum is close to spilling out from the corners of your mouth as you fully take in your orgasm, but he stops it from doing so when he presses a gentle finger under your chin, sealing your lips and commanding an authoritative "swallow" that makes you do so without thinking twice.

he fully removes the helmet to catch his breath, chest dramatically heaving. you finally make eye contact with his dilated pupils.

he smirks at your dazed state, finding the whole situation amusing.

"who knew you had it in you?" he chuckles, shaking his head, "you're a naughtier girl than you look."

biker!sylus who wins street races, but only considers himself a winner as long as he has you to show him that he is!!!!!!

[boanerges20]

Motolove

[neoarchipelago]

Be a backpack, Ride a biker (Simon riley!biker x reader)

AN: hey... just... testing the waters... this is an old one shot i had posted on patreon... thought I'd share it with everyone...

TW: 18+ CONTENT! Mentions of gun, smut with a bit of plot

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If there was one thing that helped Simon through the sleepless nights it was his bike. The beautiful black mat sports bike that he purchased a few years back. It was simply one of his additions to his little collection, but he had to be honest with himself this purring baby was his favorite.

The tight bike gear clung to him, pants, boots and gloves of a black leather. He'd normally wear his leather jacket as well, over a hoodie, but that night when he woke up from a nightmare, he didn't even think of putting it on. His skull balaclava was hidden inside the black helmet. The roaring of the bike canceled out the thoughts and everything else. He had long gone into dark mode, no lights on the bike at all, going way over the speed limit on the highway.

If the cops saw him, they wouldn't be fast enough to catch him. If by any chance they actually arrested him, Price would minimize it to a speeding ticket.

This. The vibration and the wind, the roaring and the speed. It erased everything in his mind and it was perfect. The adrenaline rush felt amazing.

Unfortunately, the gas tank was running empty and a short stop at the gas station was inevitable. The vivid lights of the station contrasted with his black mood. He sat on his bike, filling up his tank as he captured noises from a nearby car. He glanced up.

"Come on! You're being a cockblocker!" A young woman angrily scolded.

"I am not going with his friend just because you want to bang him! He creeps me out!" You angrily answered back.

Simon looked a bit more intently. You were young, probably in your twenties. The black pants and tank top with black boots, a very different choice from your friend's tight, mini dress.

"I'm leaving with him? Ok? Don't disappoint me!" The girl said, her heels echoing on the asphalt as she walked to a car.

Simon shook his head, finishing up as the car drove away in a screech. He frowned, throwing a last look at you, now standing with a man. Simon shook off the odd feeling as he rode out, back to the highway. Back to the roaring and speed but now a thought lingered on his mind.

You.

He couldn't keep the eerie feeling that filled him as he had noticed the entire interaction. With a loud groan, he pulled back towards the station, hoping to find you there. As he drove to park in front of the station he looked around for your small frame. No where to see. He groaned to himself, dismounting his bike and walking inside.

"Hey." He called the cashier. "Seen a girl in black pants, white top?" His annoyed voice called out again.

The cashier nodded pointing to the parking lot behind the station. Simon frowned, walking out in long stripes to the indicated location. Out there, very little light shined, voices muffled by the Station's music. He walked in the shadow finally seeing you, leaned against a car, arms crossed as a man stood in front of you, trapping you in between his arms.

"Listen… I already told you.. I want to go home. I'm not interested in a drink." You said.

"Aw come on! Don't be like that. But if you want.." his hand rose to caress your cheek "we can go back to my place… have some fun."

Something made Simon's hair stand on end, watching the prick's hands on you as you winced away. He stepped forward, close enough so you both could hear him.

"She said no." He simply stated, gaining both of your attention.

The boy took a step back, glaring at the darkness. Simon stepped out into the annoying yellow light.

"Tsk. Who the fuck are you? Take off that helmet before you try to brawl, man!" The man spat.

Simon Sighed. He wasn't looking for a brawl. He was trying to quiet his mind, and fighting wasn't the best idea, even if it would help. Simon stepped closer again, now towering the man as he pushed his visor up.

"I don't have any problem with that. I'm going to give you a single warning." Simon said, voice steady but dripping threat.

He could see the way your breath picked up at his voice. The man scoffed, looking Simon up and down, eyes lingering on the logo of his sweatshirt.

"A military bitch." He snarked. Simon closed his eyes. He wasn't in the mood for this. "Come on dickhead!" The man spat, raising his fists.

Simon tensed, mostly out of annoyance. As the man threw a punch he saw you dart in between the two of you, making Simon instincts kick in. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he turned his body to the side to shield you, as his other hand grasped the man's fist. Simon glared at him, squeezing the fist in his grasp, tightly, as the man whined and tried to free his hand with the other.

Simon groaned loudly, letting go of you to pull you behind him as he grabbed the man by the collar, pushing him roughly against his car. He pressed his hip on the man.

"Feel that? It's not because I'm happy to see you." Simon threatened with the calmest tone you've ever heard.

The man paled and his eyes widened. Simon let him go, watching him scurry inside of his car and drive away. Simon turned to you as your eyes met his, something in the way you looked at him giving him goosebumps. Or maybe it was just the adrenaline of the interaction.

"I… thank you…" you tried.

Simon nodded, his hand showing the way back to the station as he started walking next to you. Silence was uncomfortable. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to go back for a ride, break the new tension in him. Once in front of the gas station you looked at each other again.

"You ok?" He asked.

"Hum… yeah. Thank you. I'll just call a cab, I-" you grabbed your phone, pushed the button but nothing happened. "God no… come on…" you whispered under your breath, barely audible for common people.

Simon only felt his frustration grow. God fucking-

Perhaps he could simply pay for a cab. He searched for his wallet before growling loudly. He noticed again as you shivered this time. His voice seemed to cause a delightful reaction on you and somewhere in his fucked up mind, he liked that idea. You of course put two and two together. You couldn't call a cab. You had no bag with you, he didn't have any of those things either.

He watched you retract slowly on yourself, hugging yourself as you looked down. A submissive mood that only fueled a fire in him that he was trying to put out.

"Listen. You should never say yes to what I'm going to propose. But, you're safe with me. Want a ride home?" He asked.

You looked up at him, blinking a few times.

"But… I don't have a helmet…" you said.

God your voice was soft. Wonder what your moans sound-.. get a fucking grip Simon. Frustration and tension was driving him mad.

"It's ok. You'll take this one." He pointed at his own, feeling like an idiot.

"And you'll go without one? No! It's dangerous…"

You worried about him, how cute.

"Don't worry. I've been through much more risk…" he mumbled.

He started walking towards the parked bike, listening to you hop like a little bunny behind him. He took a deep breath as he removed his helmet, a simple balaclava now. He handed you the helmet as you slipped it on. It was slightly too big. He watched you fingers with the strap underneath your chin before he stepped closer. He raised his hands, stopping midway, asking for permission. You let your hands drop, stepping closer as well and stretching your head up to give him better access.

So submissive.. fuck. SIMON.

He pulled on the strap to tighten it, making sure it won't wobble on you. He looked at you, taking a deep breath, adrenaline from the nightmares and the altercation sending electricity through his veins.

"Do you understand that you're putting your life in my hands?" His voice rumbled in a low tone.

Your eyes looked into his, soft gaze getting lost in his as you hummed and nodded. It was there. The glint of trust in a complete stranger. In him. He nodded as well, looking away. He started giving you the basic instructions, a… backpack, should be aware of. You listened carefully. Nodding now and then. He finally mounted his bike, offering you a hand to help you. When your arms wrapped around his waist. Hands on his abs, he felt something break in him. He did the best he could to ignore it.

You had explained as best as you could where you lived. The ride would be spent without vocal communication. Wind too strong in his ears, and no helmet for him to talk through a mic. The only communication was touch. He found himself reaching back for your leg when he felt your grip tightening around his waist. A sign of reassurance that made you melt against him. He could feel the way you hugged his back, one of your hands only leaving his abs when you had to brace yourself on the tank of the bike.

Finally pulling up on the driveway of your house, he cut the power of his bike, lights turning off. He offered you his hand again to help you down. He followed shortly after, helping you remove the helmet. He noticed the rosiness of your cheeks.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"Yeah… that was… wild." You smiled up at him.

I could show you wild, little thing…

Now he wanted to slap himself. You remained like this for a few seconds. Eye to eye, breath slightly faster.

"Hum.. thank you." You started. "Can I… offer you a coffee?" You offered.

"That's not very safe. Don't invite strangers over." He scolded. You rolled your eyes playfully. "Don't roll your eyes at me." He growled very lowly, only to your ears.

That had escaped his mouth on instinct. GOD DAMN IT SIMON. You blushed a bit more.

"Why not?" You teased.

Oh don't brat… come on, don't hand me a treat like that. Simon simply huffed a laugh as he shook his head softly.

"It's just coffee…" you tried again.

"It's late for coffee" the last strings of morality hung him.

"A drink then? I'd like to thank you." You frowned slightly.

"A drink?" He repeated.

"Yeah. I have some whiskey?" You proposed, unsure.

"Kentucky?" He asked.

"Hum.. bourbon… sorry." You bit your lip.

His favorite. Fuck… one drink. There was no problem with that. He took a deep breath looking around, trying to find a way to reason with the both of you but simply ended up nodding. It was worth it for the way you smiled up at him before opening the garage door.

"You can put your bike inside. I don't think anyone would touch it, but… it looks expensive." You smiled again.

He nodded again. Danger bells ringing way too loud in his mind. He pushed his bike inside as you closed the garage door before walking to the white door, leading inside. He walked behind you, the light turning on as you walked into the open kitchen. You looked for a charger plugging your phone.

"You can make yourself at home. Take off your mask." You smiled.

"Mask stays on."

You tilted your head, confused before he tapped on the military logo on his sweatshirt.

"Oh, alright."

You didn't seem that bothered by it thankfully. He walked to the counter, sitting down as he watched you grab two cups. You put them down on the counter before going to grab the bottle of bourbon, walking to sit next to him. You handed him the bottle before he opened it and poured the two of you a drink. He threw you a side eye glance before pulling up the balaclava up to his nose to take a sip.

He noticed the way you blushed, looking at his lips before promptly looking away. Eyes on me bunny. Shit.

"I'm sorry I ruined your night…" you spoke.

"You didn't ruin my night. I was out riding anyway." He answered, looking at his cup.

"Why?" You asked.

Curious little thing…

"Couldn't sleep. Needed to release some tension." He answered, taking another sip.

"Oh… are you feeling better?"

No.

"Yeah.."

"You're lying" you giggled.

He looked away, smiling slightly. He was tense. It was visible. The way your thigh brushed against his made his hand itch to reach for it and squeeze it. He had to leave.

You pushed your chair closer to him.

"You know, there's this thing that helps you relax.." you trailed off.

He needed to leave. The way he looked at your lips, the swell of your breast. Your hand rested on his thigh.

LEAVE.

You took back your hand as you finished your little advice, taking a sip of your drink.

"Thank you for the advice. I should go." He said in a hurry, standing up and pulling down his mask. Little disappointed look on your face.

Don't do this.

You stood as well.

"Well. Thank you again. You saved me back there."

He nodded again, dismissing the case. And then you looked up at him. Breath hitching, eyes begging and pupils dilated.

Lord have fucking mercy-

"I don't even know your name."

You shouldn't. Not even remembering him.

"I'm Y/N."

Fuck so pretty.

"Simon." He let out.

"Simon…" you whispered back.

SHIT. The way his cock twitched at the sound of his name on your lips brought him back to reality. He had to leave. Before losing himself in something too dangerous. And then you bit your lip.

"Don't." He ordered.

"W..what?" You asked.

"Don't do this. It's not safe. I'm a stranger to you." He scolded again.

You opened your mouth before closing it again. Good. You finally understood.

"I've never done this before… but. You look. Tempting." You tried, looking down. Him? Tempting? Then you were the forbidden fruit. Damning to hell if he ever dared a taste.

"Stop." He warned.

"But-" you talked back, that little needy look in your eyes again.

"Don't make me bend you over the counter and fuck you. Stop looking at me like that." He snapped.

The adrenaline. Tension. Frustration. It was all there. Bringing him to a craving bastard.

"Make me." You answered.

Excuse me-... the what? He took one step closer.

"Care to repeat that?" He growled.

"I said. Make me." You crossed your arms, defying look in your eyes. Such soft, pretty eyes. Soon to be flooded with tears. He stepped one closer again, his hand rising softly to your neck to wrap around it as you wrapped your small ones around his wrist.

"Baby… I'm not the one. I've had to deal with boys who thought they could handle war. Don't brat with me. I'll turn you into a whimpering mess." He whispered lowly, voice deep.

He felt the shudder in your breath. Saw the little twitch of your eyebrow into a needy look for a split second.

"Make. Me."

It was all it took to snap. Hands lifting the mask up to his nose and taking your lips captive. Cute, soft lips, teeth grazing at them and tongue pushing past as you shuddered in his grip and whined. Not too rough Simon.

He pushed you towards the counter, lips bruising yours, trying his best to control himself through the rush he felt. This wasn't a battlefield. Separating, eyes locking on yours, he did exactly as he told you. Turning you over before bending you over your counter, hand grabbing your wrists and pinning them behind your back. He noticed the tensing of your body so he softened his grip. He lowered himself to your ear.

"Listen carefully to me. I'm going to fuck you. But only if you let me. Do you understand?" You nodded shyly. "No." He reprimanded, a harsh slap on your ass, making you yelp. "Words. At all times. I want to hear from you. Your 'yes', your moans, your 'stop'. Do. You. Understand?" He cleared.

"Y-yes sir."

"Good girl." He praised. "If at any point you want me to stop. You say it. I will immediately stop. Understand?" This time his voice was more kind. Soothing. It made you melt against him. Something that made him want to take you there and then. The feeling of you, trusting him, bringing a feeling of possessiveness and hunger.

"Yes sir." You agreed again.

He brushed your hair to the side, dropping soft kisses to your neck, biting and sucking, leaving pretty purple marks in his path. What was he doing? Marking you like this? You weren't his-

The thought angered him somehow. The rush of negative feelings back as he bucked his hips against your ass, his cock hardening faster than he thought. He pulled you up a bit.

"I'm going to take off your top. And your pretty bra. Alright?"

"Yes…" you whined, nodding your head.

It made him smirk. He reached for the hem of the top, lifting it above your head, throwing it somewhere on the ground. He took his time. Rough hands against soft skin as he explored it. Finally unclasping your bra, that you let fall to the floor as well. His large hands cupped your breasts, squeezing softly and thumbs barely grazing your already hard nipples. He could feel your heart beating faster against his chest. Some skill he had managed through his long built survival skills.

You bucked against him, impatient growing as he pinched one of your nipples, a whine running on your lips.

"Fuck… you're really pretty." He found himself whispering against your neck.

His hands were now fully playing with your breasts. Fingers pinching and rolling your nipples softly, mouth leaving more marks on your neck, shoulders and back.

"P..please" you whimpered.

He chuckled darkly. One of his hands traveled down your stomach. When his hands reached the hem of your pants, he unbuttoned them, before slightly pulling them down. Your hands quickly reached to help him, boots kicked and pants fully down. When he saw you reach for your panties he grabbed your wrists again.

"No. Leave them." He growled.

He wanted to make sure he would rip them off of you. You whined, but he pushed you forwards on the counter again. Pretty ass now up for him. His hands massaged it, soft slaps, earning breathy moans and gasps. He pushed his hips forward, flush against your clothes pussy, making sure you could feel his erection through all the fabric.

"Grind baby." He ordered.

Like the good girl you were, you behaved and obeyed. Your pretty ass grinding against him. His jaw clenched. Slight friction built his impatience. He quickly shoved his sweatshirt over his head. Dog tags still around his neck. He hadn't bothered to take them off for the night and hadn't bothered to take them off for the ride. The wet patch on the black fabric of your panties made himself feral. He ached to fill you, be inside you. It felt like it was the relief he needed after the long night he was having. Probably not the best idea.

His large hands cupped your ass, helping you grind against him. He pulled back, earning a little whine again.

"So impatient. So needy. Have you been thinking about this since you were on my bike?" He teased.

The way you tried to hide your face confirmed it, making him chuckle. His finger reached for your clothed pussy, fingers rubbing up and down your slit. You shivered, moaning slightly. His fingers touched but barely touched. The contradiction made you wiggle your hips. His other hands reached your waist, keeping you in place. Two fingers parting your lips through the thin panties, rubbing slow circles on your clit.

"S..Simon.."

The more this went on, the harder he found himself in control. The way you moaned his name made it hard to not shove his cock inside you. He pulled the panties to the side, now fingers against you bare folds as he coated them with your juices just to resume his torturous slow pace on your little bud.

His cock felt trapped in his damn jeans. Twitch at every whine and moan, the sight of your cunt clenching around nothing almost pornographic. A finger at your entrance, pushed past slowly, making you buck your hips up. The slow pump made you needy. Feeling you clench around them. He added another finger, stretching you for him, the sensation building your first orgasm. His own patience was wearing thin. He wasn't going to let you cum so soon. No.

"Please…" you urged.

"What is it, little one?" He teased.

"I.. want more.." you whined.

"What do you want? Say it." He cleared.

"You.. I want you…" you whimpered, in a whisper.

Fuck.

He didn't waste any time, removing his fingers from your wet hole, greedily sucking and licking his fingers with a groan. The taste made his eyes roll back, he'd make sure to eat you up next time- … no. No next time.

Anger rushed again through him. Why was it so annoying to him ? That this was a one time thing.

He reached for his belt, the sound of it unbuckling made you shiver. You liked it. He removed pants and boxers, finally freeing his cock, tip swollen and leaking precum. He pumped himself, watching your pussy, panties set aside. His eyes traveled up the curve of your back, falling into your soft glossy eyes. A slight hint of fear in them.

"Hey, hey. Look up. Words." He ordered, as soon as he noticed your discomfort. You blushed, turning your head back to the counter you were bent over. Simon growled, pulling up his boxers again, as your eyes widened. He hovered forwards bracing himself over you.

"Hey. Look at me." He ordered gently. You obeyed again. "Tell me. Do you want me to stop?-"

"No!" You hurriedly answered.

It sent another shock to his painfully hard cock.

"Tell me. I'm not touching you until you tell me what's wrong." He stated, looking at you, pitifully looking up at him, begging.

"It's…" his hand softly pulled your hair to the side, brushing and caressing them. "You're big… I've never.. had someone… like that" you blushed again.

He smiled. Oh. That was it. He felt somehow proud but determined to show you how well you could take all of him.

"Pretty princess. I'll be gentle… at first." He said, kissing your shoulders.

His lips made you relax, his hand back in between your legs to roll soft circles, alternating between plunging his fingers inside you.

He pulled his boxers back down, straightening up as he kept fingering you softly, his other hand back to pumping him.

"Relax love. You can take it. We'll work together. I'll make you feel good baby." He praised.

"Please Simon…" you moaned, hips grinding and moans escaping you. "Please.. take me."

He felt something like a cold shower that left a burning mess behind it. His hands reached for the panties, pulling harshly and ripping them apart, watching them fall to your ankles. You had yelped, a little giggle mixed with it. It made him smile. He positioned himself at your entrance. Tip brushing up hand down to coat it with your sticky slick. His fingers gathered more to coat his entire length.

"You alright baby? You tell me when you're ready." He warned, fingers still teasing your clit.

"I'm ready… I want you…" you whispered, looking back at him.

"Ok. Eyes on me. I want to see your face." He ordered.

His thrust was slow, tiny back and forths where he deepened his cock further into you, making sure your wall would slowly stretch open for him. His muscles were tense, grip firm on your hips, promising little bruises the next day. Maybe he'd stay long enough to see them by morning. When he bottomed out, his mind went blank, only the sweet feeling of his cock buried inside you clouding his mind.

He could feel you pulsating around him from the intrusion. He gave you a good minute to adapt before starting slow thrusts. God… you were such a sensitive little bunny. Every thrust made you whine or moan. He could get addicted to this. He shouldn't. Couldn't. It'd be the death of him. The death of you. Strings desperately trying to tie each other when he knew. You knew. You should cut them.

He increased pace when he felt the way your plush walls invited him in. His grip on your hips pulling you on his cock in motion with his thrusts. He saw you. Trying to muffle your moans with your hands.

He immediately reached for your wrists, stopping his thrust as he pulled them behind your back.

"I said. I want to hear all of you."

"My… neighb-" you tried, the rest getting lost in a loud moan as he resumed his deep thrusts.

"I hope they fucking do. Hear how good you're getting fucked. Want you to remember that I'm the one who made you feel like this." He groaned, getting blessed by the way you released your voice for him. It was good. God so fucking good. Too good for the broken murderer he was. He indulged himself in you. In the way you felt. The whine and whimpers of his name. He felt something wanting to claw out. More than possessiveness. Weird. This should be sex. That's all.

He pulled out, earning a pitiful 'no please' from you. He let go of your wrists, softly pulling you up, turning you around. You looked up at him confused.

"Bedroom?" He growled.

"U.. upstairs.. first door on the righ-"

He picked you up, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist as he headed for the stairs, forehead on forehead. You barely registered how quick he had climbed the stairs, too lost in his eyes. He put you down on the bed carefully, as if too scared to break you. He remained in between your legs. Pumping himself at the new divine sight of you, legs wide open for him, a look of worship on your face.

Unworthy of it. Fucking bastard.

He leaned down, kissing you, trying to erase that look from your face, only to be left with it burnt behind his eyelids, in the back of his mind. Cursed to see it for the rest of his days. He felt your legs around his waist, your hips rising to feel his tip at your entrance again. He obeyed. Of course he did. If he couldn't allow you to worship him, he'd worship you. If merely for a few hours.

You looked up at him. Fingers intertwining in the chain of his dog tags. You brought it to your lips, dropping a little kiss.

He pushed his cock back inside, the feeling almost comforting. This time it felt worse. Because it felt, oh! so much better. The way you wrapped your arms around his torso as you let go of the dog tags, nails scratching, sure to mark him. Body pressed against each other. He shifted, pulling your legs on his shoulders putting you in a mating press, your wrists above your head, secured in his calloused hand. He could pound you deep. Hard. Hitting that little spot that made you squeeze him.

"Good girl. Fuck… such a good girl. Doing so good for me." He praised, feeling the way you grinded against him, close to your high. "See? I told you… you're taking me so well. So good."

"Simon~"

Fuck.

"That's it baby. Keep moaning my name." He growled.

You chanted his name, again and again. One would say it like a prayer. But it felt like a spell, ensnaring him.

"Gonn-" you tried in between the moaning and his name.

"I know baby, cum for me. Cum all over this fat cock" he smirked.

Your moans only grew higher. His own release was so close. And then you trembled. His name almost screamed through the blinding pleasure. He praised you, softly against your ear, as he pounded you with everything he had through your orgasm.

"Oh fuck.. Fuck.. baby…I'm so fucking close…" he moaned against your ear, your moans still clouding his mind as tears had swelled up in your eyes, rolling down your cheeks, from the oversensitivity. His hips faltered. He had meant to pull out. Finish on your stomach. He lowered your legs to get ready for it, only to have you wrap them around his waist tightly.

"Baby.." he warned in a choked moan.

You pulled him closer.

"Princess.." he warned again, voice more threatening.

Empty threats of course. Because he had meant to pull out. But fuck did he wanted to fill you up. He chuckled darkly, feeling the way you clenched around him again.

"Gimme another one. Come baby… I'll fill you up. You're going to take… oh fuck… take all of my cum." He groaned, hips still thrusting.

He was glad for the stamina he had built over time in the military. He would have hated himself to not enjoy this to the fullest. His dirty talk brought you to the edge. Cumming all over his cock a second time, hiccups and tears. He couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

"Take it all baby… don't waste a drop.." he growled, thrusting deep inside you, balls tightening and cock twitching.

He came deep. Way too deep for the safety of this encounter. He filled you up with guttural moans and groans, slamming his hips into your a few times.

He remained like this. Panting, wiping the tears off of your cheeks softly.

"Shh…good girl… you did such a good job.." he praised.

Fuck. Yes you did. He didn't want to pull out. Didn't want to put his clothes back on and ride away. He'd probably crash his bike at the thought of what just happened. He reluctantly pulled out, watching his cum slowly drip out of your pussy. He'd think about the reality of that another time as he pushed it back inside with his fingers. He watched you, panting, eyes closed with your wet cheeks. He closed your legs softly to stand up.

Your eyes snapped open as you immediately reached for his wrist. He looked at you intensely. You didn't want him to leave yet. Poor thing.

"It's ok baby. Just gonna grab something to clean you up." He assured you.

You nodded, relaxing as you laid back down. He walked to your bathroom, a glimpse of him in the mirror, he winced. Bloody hell. He pulled his mask back down, grabbing a small towel. He walked back to the bedroom, looking at you. God. Fuck. He just wanted to curse again and again, as his mind felt completely overpowered by the sight of you. Strangers, yet…

He stepped closer to you. He knelt down on the bed as you opened your eyes, looking up at him. He grabbed your thigh, softly opening them to clean you up. You blushed and looked away.

"Eyes on me."

What was that?! Fuck's sake Riley, let it GO she's not-.

You looked back at him. Breath quickening. He finished cleaning you up, throwing the towel somewhere before simply remaining there. Waiting. Not truly understanding what he was waiting for.

"Will…" he stared at you as you spoke. "Will you stay with me…?" You asked.

Yes. That's what he was waiting for.

"I'm a stranger…" he repeated.

"I.." you sounded sad.

Strangers who fucked. Maybe more.

"You're Simon…"

He felt his heart jump. Not entirely strangers. Not anymore.

"I'll stay…" he grumbled.

You smiled a bit as he laid down next to you, harshly pulling on the covers to make sure you were both covered. You cuddled up next to him, his arms snaking around your waist. He closed his eyes. This was ok. Just for the night. Just for the night…

In the early morning. As he stood next to his bike on the driveway. The sun was barely shining on the horizon. You were still sleeping soundly in bed. He grabbed his helmet, ready to put it on when a small piece of paper fell from it. He frowned, bending down to grab it. A phone number. How did you?... Didn't matter. He smirked, putting it in his pocket before putting the helmet on and riding back home. The numbers felt they were burning in the pocket. Perhaps. Just a text.

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[monstersandmaw]

a biker orc has spawned in my drafts... here's an unedited snippet from what I have so far. Lemme know if you want the rest and I'll do it.

male orc, modern fantasy setting, gn reader who uses a cane as a mobility aid but their disability, while accommodated for later in the story, isn't the focus, or an issue.

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You were used to your dog getting stares from people in the park. Tiny as a teacup, and as ugly as they came, Tinkerbell had been a rescue three years ago, and the two of you had pack bonded better than most werewolves who grew up together. The little chihuahua cross (crossed with what, no one knew and it would take an entire mage’s laboratory to unravel the DNA of your mystical little creature anyway) was sort of sandy coloured, with white socks and a hint of Jack Russel about the tail, but her bug-eyes and little teeth were all chihuahua. There was a tuft of longer hair on her head that made her look like a gremlin after midnight, and she had the attitude to go with it.

She also hated everyone.

It didn’t matter if they were the cutest, sweetest little fawn, or the gentlest fairy, she hated them.

So when you were taking a break on a chilly bench at the edge of the park after walking her as far as your body would let you that day, and three orcs on obscenely loud motorbikes drew up to the curb only a few metres away and cut the engines on their bikes, you fully expected her to go absolutely ape shit on them.

One of the orcs removed his helmet and propped it on his bike’s mirror, and pointed at The Creature. A very un-orcish giggle escaped him and he began to make little cooing noises over her, so much that you found your mouth curling into a smirk at his antics.

The others kept their helmets on, but you could tell the were orcs too just by their build. They were laughing at their mate, who was rapidly losing his mind over your dog. Quite why, you had no idea, but there it was.

“She’ll eat you for breakfast, buddy,” you called over to them, and the orc without his helmet froze.

His expression turned from gooey-eyed to comically devastated and you couldn’t help the laugh that erupted out of your chest.

Tinkerbell looked up at you and then over at the bikers.

“I’m warning you,” you said with mock-seriousness. “She’s a killer.”

The orc without the helmet swung his leg over his monster of a sports bike and came round the front to stand, staring at her from a distance. You, in turn, stared at him.

Where his mates had perhaps more stereotypical clothing for the kind of bikes they rode — both choppers — he had on a baggy black hoodie which you hope was armoured underneath. By contrast though, his faded black jeans were tight around his tree trunk legs, and there was a slight rip in the thigh that showed his dark, olive green skin. The jeans clearly had knee armour though, and he had sporty looking biker boots instead of the scuffed, black work boot style shoes his friends had on. His black hair was plaited back off his gorgeous face in a complicated braid that was studded and adorned all the way down with charms made of bone and metal and wood, and it ended below his waistband. His tusks were rounded at the tip, unlike the more traditional orcs, but he did have a cuff of engraved silver around each one, showing he was over the age of twenty five.

His hands were covered by black, armoured gloves that did unreasonable things to your sex drive for some reason, and he crouched down and held one hand out towards Tinkerbell, though at that distance he couldn’t possibly hope to pet her. He was a good six or seven metres from the bench, but Tinkerbell took notice. They were all hard to miss, after all.

The orc’s mates were snickering openly, and one of them had got out their phone to record their friend. You hoped they wouldn’t get you in the frame. You had no inclination to become some prop on a stranger’s social media, though you didn’t mind if Tinkerbell had her five minutes in the limelight.

Propped up beside you on the bench, your walking cane started to slide slightly along the wooden seat, toppling slowly towards the ground, and you grabbed for it and tucked it up against your thigh. The movement freed up your hand for a moment, and it was all the excuse Tinkerbell needed to yank herself free of your clutches and launch herself at the orc.

“Oh shit,” you gasped, but the dog was off like a guided missile, trailing her pink leash behind her as she tore across the grass towards him, yapping wildly.

Instead of sinking her tiny little dagger teeth into his armoured arm though, she bounced up like a wayward baked bean and hurled herself at his chest — honestly, you couldn’t blame the girl — and he caught her, giggling like a small child. You stared, astonished, as the creature who had once fought a five year old at a birthday party for a single square of cheese proceeded to charm the hell out of a seven and a half foot orc with a litre sports bike that looked like it could eat a dragon for breakfast.

“What the actual fuck?” you hissed as the orc continued to fuss your minuscule dog and make little baby noises at her as he held her up like he was presenting a well-known lion cub to an audience while she squirmed in his frankly illegally huge hands before lowering her again and nuzzling his flatter nose against her pointy one and setting her down on the ground with surprising care for someone so bulky.

Baffled by her betrayal and change in personality, you stood awkwardly — painfully — leaning on your cane for stability, and the orc’s green eyes tracked the movement, his attention sliding from the dog to her owner as you eased yourself to your feet.

There is a bit more written but this felt like a good spot to leave it for now. Lemme know if you want the rest!

(EDIT: Chapter One is now up on Patreon - free to access from 21st Feb 2025)

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She's A Spitfire - Benny x Reader

A/N: I can't help myself. This one's a little different, readers sassy haha. And this one is a long one.

Enjoy, and let me know what you think. Also, feel free to send requests :)

Boys and their toys, you always think when it comes to your boyfriend and his other biker club buddies and their motorcycles. Or anything with wheels really. And for their love of them, you found your Saturday out with the boyfriend, and his boys, at what started as a car show. But now also sported motorcycles, from a few different clubs.

Troy and his friends were discussing who’s bike was better, or what car looked the best. You didn’t know, it was all so boring. So you and three other women, partners of other bikers, were sitting around on blankets, taking in the sun and gossiping. Leaning back on your arms, one leg stretched out while the other propped up, you tilted your head back, eyes closed taking in the sun.

“Jeez (Y/N), do you need to be more on display!” Becky said with a chuckle.

To her words you popped your chest out more, smirk crossing your red lips.

“Better hope Troy don’t see ya” commented Danni.

“So what if he does? I do what I want, not what he wants” you remarked, making them all cackle with laughter.

“Can’t believe the other clubs here” Pam said rattling off names. “...Rogues and Vandals” she finishes.

“Just more bike wired men, who enjoy vibrations between there legs, and have drinking problems” you said offhandedly, making the women laugh more.

You always say what you want, making people think you were born with no filter. And that was fine with you. Even if it does get you in some trouble from time to time. The last time it was between you and another woman at the clubs bar, she had been mouthy and flirting up a storm with Troy. You called her out, she ignored you. So, you gave her some truths from her choice in clothes to her hair and skin care routine. She wasn’t a fan of you after that, going straight to slap you, but you caught her hand and gave her a serving of her own.

After that no woman in that bar messed with you, or your boyfriend. But that didn’t stop Troy from messing around on you. His taste seemed to have changed to cutesy, good girls who wore sweet dresses and heels. Even with this knowledge you still put up with him. But his time was coming, you could feel it. When the time was right you’d get your revenge.

“Sweet lord and Jesus’s!” Breathed out Danni, looking across the way, her glasses pulled down her nose, eyes looking over the top of them. “He should be illegal!”

You rolled your eyes at her words. After all her taste was – excuse the language – in her ass about eight out of ten times.

“Oh my” Pam said moving to swing her body around to face where Danni was looking. “Is he real!?”

Alright, now your interest was piqued. Lolling your head to the right, you searched for what those two were gawking at. And boy did you find it. He was tall, strong build. Dressed in a black t-shirt, jacket, dirty white jeans and matching dirty boots. He had messy blonde locks that one could run their hand through, or as you like, to pull on. Of course he was a Vandal, as his colors said when he turned around to take a beer from another Vandal. Then he took a swig of it, making the simplest of actions make you think not so clean thoughts.

“Someone serve me a slice of that”  Becky said with a dreamy voice. You all agreeing with her.

You moved a hand to draw down your sunglasses, needing to see him in the days full light. Glare be damned, you needed this. Without the glasses tint, he looked even better. He was talking to the man that gave him the beer, nodding his head to whatever said. Another two men walked over, one with his arm slung over the other in an attempted to keep standing up, possibly from a little too much to drink. They laughed, talking to blondie before the one holding up his buddy slapped him on the arm, head gesturing in your direction.

All four of you froze, like a deer in headlights as blondie turned his gaze to you all. His friends continuing to talk and laugh, no doubt mentioning you four staring. Maybe encouraging blondie to come over. But he didn’t move, eyes locked on you all, or was it you? You weren’t sure. He took another swig from his bottle, yet never took his eyes off you. Feeling the butterflies swarming your stomach, you put your sunglasses back on, before lolling your head back to where it had been. You had started to feel exposed by his staring, so you had to cut it off, and get back your bad bitch energy.

Benny had made his way over to Johnny and Brucie after taking a leek. They were in deep conversation about an upcoming picnic, discussing the finer details. Johnny had handed him a beer, which he thanked him for before taking a long swig.

“Some of the women think kids shouldn’t be attendin’. Saying too many men are getting stoned or drunk, doesn’t set a good example” laughed Brucie.

Johnny shook his head. “It’s a family picnic, kids have to be there. What ya think Benny?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah kids should be there” Benny said not really paying much mind.

It didn’t matter to him much if kids were at the picnic. But knowing how Johnny likes to bridge his family and club life. It was a small thing to let him enjoy both, even for a small time. It was then that Benny spotted Wahoo and Corky making their way over. Corky had his arm over Wahoo, using his counter part as a crutch from drinking too much. When they finally made it over, Johnny asked them the same question he asked Benny. They both attempted to make a few jokes about it, but they weren’t funny.

“I don’t care if there’s kids, as long as they stay out of my way” Wahoo said, Corky nodding his head.

Johnny nodded his head. Decision made, tradition will stand and its a full family friendly picnic. With that decided Benny listened to the two new comers talk about Zipco going on about Pinko's, before Wahoo's attention moved to across the way. A smirk formed on his lips before he turned back to Benny.

“Seems ya got an audience” Wahoo mused, slapping Benny’s arm and head gesturing to across from them.

Confused, Benny looked to where Wahoo had been looking. There on a blanket sat four women. Three of them were sitting up right and gawking, while the fourth was lounging back. Out of all of them, she was the one to catch Benny’s attention. The position she was in, her chest sticking out in her tight sweater, was a pleasant sight to the masses. Dark slacks covered her slender legs, making him wonder what they’d be like straddling his bike, or his lap. Over all she was a vixen, no doubt a spitfire, if the air she gave off implied.

Wahoo and Corky kept talking, making comments about the women. But then they talked about her. Voicing Benny’s thoughts. Yet he didn’t like it one bit. He thought those words and thoughts should just be from him, no other man. Feeling his mouth dry, Benny brought the beer to his lips and took a drink. But made sure to keep his eyes on her. The cause for needing that drink.

“You should go over there Benny” Johnny stated, watching the younger man. “Go introduce yourself”.

Benny thought it over, maybe he should. What’s the harm it could do? What’s the worst that could happen? You would say no, that’s nothing. Feeling confident Benny watched as the focus of his gaze put her glasses back on, turned her head, and go back to enjoying the sun. He handed Johnny his half full bottle before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up, the only time he took his eyes off her. After taking a drag, Benny looked to the women again, slowly releasing the smoke from his mouth.

“I’ll be back” was all Benny said before putting the cigarette back between his lips.

You listened to the sounds the girls made, Pam gushing over when blondie took a drag of his cigarette. You had to stop yourself from turning to look at him, you had to remain calm. You never give a man power over you, and by jumping at any little thing would do that.

“Oh lord! He’s coming this way!” Becky said slapping Pam’s arm. “Do I look alright!?”

“You?! What about me?!” Retorted Pam.

You sighed. “Calm down girls, he’s just a man” you sighed.

“A fine man, yes” muttered Danni.

Once more you sighed before turning your head slightly, watching blondie slowly walking your way. You reminded the girls to stay calm. But part of you was trying to tell yourself it too. Blondie continued to smoke his cigarette, which now you understood the girls reaction. He really did make anything look good. Finally reaching you, blondie came around to stand beside you, before squatting down. He took the cigarette from his lips and flicked it away, done with it.

“Hey” came his gravelly voice. “I'm Benny”. A beautiful smile crossed his sinful lips.

You did your best to keep breathing as you pulled down your sunglasses, looking Benny in the eyes, beautiful baby blues watching your every move. “Hi Benny, I’m (Y/N)” you replied sweetly, smile gracing your lips.

“Hmm, pretty name for a pretty vixen” Benny mused, making you chuckle. “Hey ladies” Benny added looking to the women sitting around you.

They weakly said hi back, unsure of their own voices.

“You know how to get women to quiet down, huh?” You mused pushing your sunglasses back up.

Benny laughed. “Don’t know, never taken notice before”.

You smiled at his honesty.

“But it doesn’t seem to work on you, aye?” Benny asked teasingly.

“Unfortunately, nope” was your simple reply. But in your head you were gushing.

“I like that” he stated looking you up and down. “You got a man?”

You smirked. “Yeah I do. Why? Think you could handle me?”

Benny chuckled, “more could you handle me, baby?”

“I can handle anythin' Benny. I’m not afraid of anythin’”. That was a lie, but you couldn’t back down. Nor could you stop yourself. His attention was electrifying. But part of you feared Benny could make you go weak, could even fall for him and his baby blues.

“Oh is that so?” Benny asked, smirking at the banter between you both.

“Yep” you replied tilting your head back and sighing, knowing full well you were teasing the biker.

And what about Troy? All you thought was Troy who? He had his fun with sweet girls, even though he had a sultry woman. If he was having his cake and eating it too, you could tease another biker. And if Troy hears about it, you didn’t care. You were done with his crap.

“Shame you have a man, as I’d love to take you for a ride on my bike” Benny said, with a sad face. “But, as you said, you have a man...”

You almost caved, melting at his words and sad look. But you stayed strong. It couldn’t hurt to give him some hope, right?

“Hmm, I guess it is for ya. But you never know, play your cards right and you just might get me on your bike”. You pulled down your glasses, shot him a wink before putting them back in their place.

Oh how Benny wanted to groan from your flirty ways, and that wink. Cherry on top. Licking his lips, Benny took a moment to focus. You were clouding his head, but in a good way.

“Alright baby, when you’re ready let me know”.

With that Benny stood up, and took his leave. He walked back to the guys he’d left. You watched him walk away, loving the view. All three women did, was just as good as him walking over. Then they turned their sights on you, all in a state of shock and awe.

“What?” You asked innocently. Though far from it.

All three began to talk, questioning you what just happened? If you were crazy? What about Troy? Could you to teach them your ways, and so on. You ended up laughing with every question. Laughing to the point you ended up laying on the blanket on your back, a hand coming to cover your mouth while sticking the other out in an attempt to stop them.

“Alright, alright. Enough!” You exclaimed, out of breath.

“Seriously (Y/N), what was that?” Asked Danni with confusion.

You shrugged, moving to rest your hands behind your head. “Dunno, but it was fun. Benny is quite the dish, am I right?”

“What about your boyfriend?” Inquired Pam.

Again you shrugged. “He doesn’t have to know”.

Becky scoffed. “Yeah, if you weren’t out in the open, surrounded by people. He’s gonna hear about it”.

“Oh well” you sighed. “Will make things interestin’”.

All three women shared a look. “Maybe. Or cause a brawl”.

You looked to them. “No doubt a brawl will happen. Whoever wins can have me”.

And with that you turned your face back to the sky, closing your eyes and trying to remain calm. Your heart was racing with the thought of Troy flaring up, you enjoy a verbal fight because it would lead to a hot make up session back home. But after learning the truth of what your boyfriend has been up to, you really didn’t want to have words with him. You thought about ending things, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. So, this could be your chance to drop him.

And Benny. Where do you begin with Benny. The man was gorgeous, dangerously tempting. Plus he was just as taken with you, as you were him. Or else he wouldn’t have been flirting. You’d gladly get on his bike, and let him take you for a ride. Take that anyway you want. Now you would sit back and see what happens.

Benny made it back to his friends, Johnny holding out his beer with a smirk. “Pleasant chat, hmm?”

He smirked taking the bottle. “Yeah, she’s a spitfire”.

The men laughed, Wahoo clapping Benny on the back. The men joked and talked, all about watching Benny and the spitfire. Benny took a swig from the bottle, chuckling at his friends. Glancing back over to her and her friends, Benny noticed that she was now laying on the blanket. It didn’t help him one bit. The things he was thinking he could do to her.

“So, when you taking her for a ride?” Corky asked wiggling his eyebrows, double meaning to his question.

Benny shook his head looking to the male. “She’s got a man”.

“When has that stopped you?” Laughed Wahoo.

Benny laughed at his question, he had a point. “She did say if I played my cards right and I just might get her on my bike”.

Corky and Wahoo hollered and hooted, Johnny just shaking his head with a smile on his face before taking a sip from his beer. Brucie clinked his beer bottle with Benny’s, showing his praise. Benny felt like he was on his bike, riding down an open road, the rush of freedom. But he wasn’t on his bike, or riding the open road. It was because of her. The spitfire, vixen with red lips and sultry presence.

“I take it the boyfriend is here?” Johnny suddenly asked, breaking Benny from thought.

He shrugged. “Probably”.

“I’d expect he’ll hear about you talkin’ to his girl, ya know?”

“Yeah. I can handle him” Benny said without a care, drinking more of his beer.

“The boyfriend should be the worried one” laughed Corky.

They know he was right, but didn’t voice it. They all know Benny was ruthless when it comes to a fight. To the point he has to be pulled off the other guy. Past brawls have proven that. Johnny having to wrap his arms around Benny and drag him back, which is hard when Benny sees red.

“Cross that bridge when it comes” Benny said, ending it there with him walking off.

It was later in the afternoon when Troy finally surfaced, after leaving you with your friends for hours. By now you sitting on the blanket, deep in conversation with the girls. But always keeping an eye on Benny, and seeing he did the same. You might have even kept teasing him, which got the desired effect; want. Yes, you continued to fan the flame, fully knowing that could or would it engulf everything.

Back to Troy; he came stomping over, a couple of his friends behind him. Troy had heard gossip through out the day of some biker hitting on a stunning woman. Gradually all the pieces coming out and he found out that woman was you. Furry filled him. His girl talking to another biker, another biker having the guts to speak to his girl.

“Oh shit!” cursed Danni. “Here comes the consequence”.

Not quiet getting what she meant, you looked over your shoulder to see your boyfriend heading your way. “Well, it took him long enough” you sighed, moving to stand.

Once on your feet, you dusted your legs and behind. Then you fixed your top, not even showing a care in the world. On the inside you were uneasy. Questioning how he was going to react. Would he yell and jump up and down? Would he quietly yell at you? You’re about to find out.

“(Y/N)! What’s this I’m hearin' about some Vandal talkin' to ya!?” Troy questioned, seething with anger.

You raised your bored gaze to him. “Just that, talkin’ to me. And?”

That didn’t help. Troy’s anger rose to furry. He grabbed your arm – tightly – and pulled you close. “What was that! Tell me now what happened or so help me”.

Your straightened up, keeping your face calm, as you tried to pull your arm free. “Troy, let go of my arm. You’re hurtin’ me!” Your voice raised in volume, but fell on deaf ears.

“Tell me if you’re whoring around” he yelled, starting to catch the attention of others.

“Ha. I’m far from whoring around Troy” you gritted out, still trying to free your arm. “Unlike you, of course”.

He growled, shaking you, grip only getting tighter. “What ya sayin’, huh!?”

Before you could think or say anything, you saw a fist come flying and make contact with Troy’s face. His grip finally freeing your arm as he staggered back a few steps. You held your arm, moving back from the man. Finally processing what happened, you turned to see Benny standing there, breathing heavy with tightly clutched fists.

“She asked you to let her go” Benny heaved. “No man should ever grab a woman like you did”.

Benny had just gotten back with Cal, after taking a walk to check out some bikes. Upon his return he witnessed a man, hell bent on reaching his destination, with an anger that only spelt trouble. And when he stopped before you, Benny knew what was to come. A verbal altercation or a physical one to defend you. As soon as he grabbed your arm, Benny began to slowly walk over, Cal and Johnny right behind him. Benny heard everything said. Accusing you of whoring around and his grip tightening to the point you were trying to get free, was what did it. And he swung his fist.

“You alright spitfire?” Benny asked looking over his shoulder at you. Choosing the new nickname over his favorite; baby.

You were putting on a brave face, he could tell but didn’t say anything. “I’m alright. But gonna have a nice bruise”.

Holding his cheek, Troy watched you both. A sneer on his face. “Take it you’re the Vandal this whore was flirtin’ with” he spat.

It only stoked the flame in Benny. How dare this man so easily doubt you, call you a whore. “If anythin’ I’m the one who talked to her” Benny defended flexing his hands, itching to connect them to his face some more.

Troy laughed. “No need to lie for her. She ain’t nothin’ but trouble”.

You felt anger rising, replacing the unease. “Other way around baby” you spat out.

Troy’s laughter died, eyes narrowing in on you. “Stay out of it sweetheart, the men are talkin’”

“Man” you corrected, “I only see one and he’s defendin’ me”.

That got under his skin, and Troy made to go for you but Benny grabbed him before pushing him back. “I wouldn’t even try it”.

Troy laughed dryly. “Might straighten her out”.

That was it, last strike. Benny lost it, fist connecting with Troy’s face again and then again. The first time Troy copped the full hit, but managed to get a half block in. Then he returned Benny’s fists with his own, getting a hit in. You moved away from them, calling out for them to stop but they weren’t listening. Troy’s buddy’s went in to helped their friend, but Cal and Johnny made sure they were taken care of. A full on three way brawl was taking place, with so many on lookers.

Troy managed to dodge Benny and step away from him, but unlucky for him Benny charged at him, tackling him to the ground and waling on him. This was when Cal and Johnny noticed the anger of their friend. Troy’s buddies just watching, afraid to step in to help him. Johnny was the one to grab Benny, but he couldn’t pull him away, until Cal helped him. They were telling Benny to stop, it was enough. Sitting on the grass, both men with him, holding an arm. Benny saw the damage he’d done, to Troy and his own hands. Spitting he went to stand, his friends moving to help him.

“Don’t ever say those words about or too (Y/N) again, or to anyone. Ya hear!?” Benny’s voice was breathless and more gravelly.

Troy just nodded his head, making noises in pain.

Benny turned to you. “Sorry about that spitfire, just don’t like a man disrespecting a woman”.

You nodded, offering a small smile. “Thanks for coming to my rescue”.

He chuckled, “always” and winked. Yet it hurt from getting clocked in the eye.

“Alright, come on. Let’s get ya cleaned up” Johnny said patting Benny on the back, and starting to uncomfortably walk back to his spot.

Cal also patted Benny before walking back too.

Benny looked back to you. “Ya comin’ baby?” He asked, not caring anymore and just calling you what he wanted.

You smiled grabbing your bag and stepping up to him. “Sure Benny”.

He wrapped his arm around you and you both moved to pass Troy, before he grabbed your slacks. “What about me? Ya boyfriend?”

You looked to Benny, before moving from his arm and leaning down to Troy. “It’s over. Plain and simple”.

He sputtered. “Huh!? Who’s gonna look after me!?”

You smiled at his sweetly. “I dunno, maybe ask Anna or Stefanie or Doris to take care of you. Because this whore ain’t ya girl anymore”.

With that, you put Benny’s arm around you again and you both headed over to his friends. You helped clean up Benny’s hands and face. He liked having your attention on him, liked how careful you were cleaning and wrapping up his hands. Once done you took a seat next to him with a sigh, head leaning back against the car you were both sitting beside.

“Sorry you had to step in back there” you said softly. “I didn’t expect that to happen”.

Benny chuckled. “It’s my fault. I struck first, talk later. It’s my style”.

You laughed, a genuine laugh. “Well, how about we both say sorry then”.

Benny nodded. “Sounds good to me”.

A comfortable silence fell between you too. You looked over to your friends, who were glancing at you both occasionally. Were they still your friends? After all they were with other bikers in Troy’s club. So, where does this leave you, with such a public break up too. Only time would tell.

Feeling restless you sat up and turned to Benny. “Your offer still stands for a ride on your bike?”

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I feel like I need a change of scenery” you gestured to your friends, as well as Troy and his boys further behind the girls.

He nodded before standing. Benny held out his hand and you took it carefully, before he pulled you up, not caring about the pain. You wanted to leave, go anywhere from here and what happened. Leading you to his bike, it didn’t take long for him to get on and start the bike up, the roar catching people’s attention. Without trouble you got on behind him, hands wrapping around his body, hands resting against his firm stomach. Then Benny took off, heading out and onto the road. Letting his bike take you both wherever, and enjoy the freedom it gives you both.

[itsdeniini]

ENHYPEN IDEAL DATES - what would their ideal date with their partner look like ᰔᩚಎ

⌗ a tarot reading ᵎᵎ

Heeseung 𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ lovers, empress, 6 of cups

Heeseung is a home buddy. He doesn't like going out of the house; he would rather arrange a date at home. He would invite his bae to watch movies/anime or play a game with them all the time. It's not excluded that he chooses this method to get as many "accidental.. 😶‍🌫️ touches" and interactions. He is quite impatient when it comes to a situation when someone he loves is next to him and he can feel their warmth, so he would lose his composure and snuggle closer to his boo under the blankets, as well as rubbing their cheeks and kissing them. Basically, he would shower his significant other with affection and care. Matching items to wear together is also something Heeseung would enjoy doing, like couple rings or wearing loose t-shirts and laughing at the way they look too big on his babe.

Jay 𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ knight of pentacles, page of wands, 10 of cups

Jay would agree to go shopping with his partner at the mall as a date! He wouldn't get annoyed easily like the other guys, as he is a big fashionista! He would get invested in the process to the maximum, commenting actively on the outfits: what suits his boo and what is better not to take. Let's not forget that Jay is a bit (a lot) of a jokester too; he would do silly things like give his bae a hat with bunny ears or take little sneak peeks in the changing room. They both would wander around the different stores, starting with something light like a shoe boutique and ending with the grocery store. At home, of course, there will be a fashion show, and after that, they both will fall asleep under the sounds of TV. 😴

Jake 𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ knight of cups, 2 of cups, 10 of pentacles

He takes it very seriously. It is important for him to show his love and care. He can even cancel his plans/meetings to be with his lover. Jake is a true romaaaantic. 💘 He would give them bouquets of their favorite flowers and treat them to something delicious. I feel like he would prefer to walk with them on the seashore and hold hands; this boy needs physical contact to be completely fulfilled. Another activity, hm? Sitting on a bench, cuddling, watching the scarlet sunsets and kissing in the dark >.< He’d love to surprise them with thoughtful little gifts and handwritten notes. Jake enjoys creating unforgettable memories and capturing moments with his lover. His ultimate goal is to make them feel cherished and adored every single day.

Sunghoon 𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ page of pentacles, 8 of wands, strength

Sunghoon loves hiking, so he would invite his date to ride a bike somewhere in the mountains. This love for nature and sports should be common so that both can immerse themselves in this atmosphere. Having reached the top, they would leave the bikes and go for a walk to enjoy the fresh mountain air. He would turn on the guide mode and tell his boo about the area, perhaps about his childhood memories related to this place and how often he visited here with his parents, but I don’t think that his date will listen to him much. 😌 He can keep babbling continously, and that can be irresistible for his date, as they would just want to shut him up with kisses and their hands tightly clinging to his neck. It works with Sunghoon, need to hint him that he should slow down a little - show him physical affection that he would respond to with pleasure.

Sunoo 𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ fool, page of swords, 3 of cups

I just KNEW that would come out for Sunoo ^.^ The ideal date with him is an amusement park! Even though he's terribly afraid of heights, he is more considerate of the person next to him than to himself sometimes. He would make sure hold his lover hands tightly while they look at the view below, sitting in the Ferris wheel booth. He's a bit of a tease himself, so he would deliberately shook the booth to see his bae reaction, and if it stops working... well, of course, we go nowhere without a roller coaster, hehe~ 🎢 True, both of them would feel a little nauseous afterwards, but that's the main point of having fun! Having gone to almost all the attractions, Sunoo and his bae would go back home and do something like a nightly routine, do skincare and discuss the latest gossip.

Jungwon 𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ page of cups, knight of swords, 10 of cups

I JUST HAVE TO SAY IT! Jungwon would invite his boo to a cafe with cats! ♨️🐈 Something tells me he has long wanted to visit there himself, or that in the future we will get kitty-related content from the boys. He would like to sit at a table in the farthest corner; this place will offer them a wonderful view of nature. Jungwon would make different jokes every now and then all evening, trying to cheer his bae up. He would chat about everything they could and share impressions and dreams. Cats would come to both of them so that they could pet them or treat them with food. After having a good time at the cafe, they would go for a walk in the park under the night sky, and we know how much Jungwon enjoys those strolls; he would maybe even take an electric scooter to add a little bit of dynamic before the end of the date. He won't forgive acts of service like serving his boo with a snack and covering them with his jacket so they don't get cold, then sitting together on the river bank, hugging each other, merging with many other couples.

Ni-ki 𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ wheel of fortune, 4 of cups, 6 of pentacles

Ni-ki would take his date for a walk into the city. He loves gambling and the pride that comes after winning. He would blow all his money on the slot machines that are located on every corner, determined to win a prize for himself and his boo, like a bunch of keychains and soft toys. Also, he likes to entertain himself in a more chill way. I can presume that he would like to take his partner to the library and read a new manga. When they both get hungry, he will offer his date something delicious to eat so they can regain their energy for the next activities. That would as well combine relaxing and perhaps a bit of extreme, hm? I can think about boating; it can truly get overwhelming as you're in the middle of a lake, rowing a single boat, but Ni-ki would never try to get in front of his bub and go far away just to tease you and leave them behind, no~ *sarcasm* They can also ride on the same boat together, it's more romantic like that after all. ❤️xoxo

[lunaandco]

i heard from a friend of a friend

pairing: gavi x ofc

summary: ivet recovers her love for football thanks to some guys at the park. one of them wants to introduce her to a friend of his; or in which ivet meets gavi through a common friend.

taglist: @htpssgavi ; @joaosnovia

masterlist // I do not take requests

The park was just two streets away from where Ivet lived. It wasn't the aesthetic and gentrified kind of Barcelona park she had grown up around, but a gray concrete and grafittied place that boys used to skate and play football.

Ivet crossed it every day to go to work, ignoring the itch on her legs to kick the ball every time it flew past her. She had played, once upon a time, with pigtails and her older brother's second hand kits and boots, but that time was long gone. Oscar had grown out of the sport when she was around fourteen, and without him it had not been as fun for her, so she ended up dropping out too.

That didn't mean she didn't miss it, the adrenaline, the power, the skill.

She had cried like a baby when Spain lifted the Women's World Cup, watching how a bunch of girls made a dream that she thought impossible reality; she had gotten drunk with her friends when the men lifted the Eurocup.

"Careful!" a voice called, while she was crossing the park. On pure reflex, Ivet controlled the ball that was hurled at her, quickly stopping the movement. She located the owners quickly, a bunch of guys that were staring at her as if she had grown a second head.

She made the pass, missing the ball the moment it left her feet.

"Woah," the guy that recueved the ball approached her. "Do you play? We're missing one!"

Ivet bit her lower lip. The offer was everything she had wanted to hear, but a bunch of strangers, specially male strangers, made her a little bit nervous. She mentally checked what she was wearing: comfortable sweats and a pair of trainers that, while they weren't ideal, they were good enough.

"Can I play?" she asked, not believing it yet.

"Please," replied the guy. "My name is Guille. This are Rafa. Marcos..." He gave her the names of the seven guys. Ivet replied shyly with hers.

"You play in my team, Javi, you change. We play with our shirts on, they play shirtless."

"Oh, c'mon, why do I have to change?"

"Well, she's not gonna play shirtless, is she?"

Javier could not argue against that logic, and pulled off his shirt.

"Let's fucking go."

Ivet wasn't fourteen anymore. It took her a while to get used to the pace, a bit rusty from the years without playing, but catching up in no time. Football was like riding a bike, in some ways. By the time they all had to go home, Ivet was sweating a big smile stretching her face.

"Damn, girl," Guille patted her back like she was one mkre of the gang. "Come back whenever you want, this was awesome."

Ivet did.

Once she had tasted the adrenaline of football once again, it was like she could not get enough.

"You're from Barcelona, right?" Asked Guille one of those days.

"Yeah, born and rised."

"Why are you here tho? In Sevilla?" Marcos took a swing of his soda can.

"My parents found a better job here."

"Damn. It's funny, you know. We have a friend that had to move to Barna a few years ago," Guille said. Marco stepped on his foot, a wordless way to tell him to shut up. "It's like you're replacing each other."

Ivet laughed it off, and returned to the game with them.

💙❤️

"Hey, where are the others?" Ivet asked Guille as she approached the park, and only him and Marcos were there.

"We are going to play at the sports centre today," explained Guille, a guilty expression on his face. "Our friend, the one from Barcelona is visiting, so we're doing this a little bit more fancy."

"Ah."

Ivet took a step back. It stung a little bit that after half a year of playing with them, she wasnt yet part of the group enough to know about thsese kind of change of plans, but she had never met the friend from Barcelona, so she understood why she hadn't been let on what the plans were about.

One thing she didn't understand was why the friend wanted to play at the sports centre and not the park. Obviously the centre had its advantages, artificial turf, proper goal posts and a big pitch that one could rent privately, but it seemed like a lot of hassle just because.

"But.. I was kind of hoping to introduce you two, today," added Guille. "Maybe you can join us, if y'all vibe nicely."

"Ah?"

"He's picking us up in—"

A car honk interrupted Marcos' explanation. The three of them turned to the expensive looking car by the street.

"Let's go!"

Guille grabbed Ivet by the wrist and pulled her towards the guy that was hopping off the car. He was Ivet's size, with broad shoulders, thick thighs, and a confident strut.

Marcos reached him first, and they melted into a tight hug. Then it was Guille's turn, there were a lot of back pats loving insults.

"Hermano, this is the girl I told you about, Ivet."

"Nice to meet you," she said, examining the boy's face. He was handsome, a boyish smirk that reminded her of her brother in some ways, pointy teeth and a couple of small faint scars peppering his skin.

"Same. I'm Gavi."

Ah. That explained why Guille and the others were so low-key about their friend from Barcelona. He was not only living in the city, he was playing for them in first division.

Luckily for Ivet, she had seen very few matches from the men's side, not enough to get star struck meeting him. She preferred watching Barça Femení games, since they were more affordable and she had not been able to enjoy women's football when she was a kid.

"So, Guille speaks wonders of you. Are you coming to play with us tonight?" asked Gavi, giving her a shirt greeting hug.

"Uhm..." Guille and Marcos had not been very specific about that.

"Yes!" replied Marcos for her.

"Let's go then!" Gavi threw his arm around Guille's shoulder, leading them back to the car.

Ivet stopped right on her tracks.

"Uhm, wait a second. I can't..."

"What?" The three boys turned to her in tandem, as she pulled out her phone. "I need to..." she said absent mindedly, as she quickly texted her location to one of her female friends and her brother. She then walked to the front of the car and snapped a picture of the license plate.

"What on earth are you doing?" Asked Guille.

"Sending my brother the info," she replied, as she finished detailing the plans. "Have your mothers never told you not to go on stranger's cars?"

"Yeah, but we're not strangers, you don't need all that."

"Huh. That is how you get yourself kidnapped, Guille."

Gavi snorted.

"Oh, c'mon, look at me," said Gavi. "I've got like, the worst disguise to commit a crime."

"On the contrary. Who would believe my best friend if she said I was last seen with you, when we have never met before?"

"Damn," admitted Marcos. "That's a good one."

"I know."

"How do I know you're not a crazy fan ready to post everything about me on Instagram?" rebuked Gavi then, but he was smiling widely.

Ivet snorted.

"Same as I know you're not a kidnapper. Leap of faith."

Gavi snickered and opened the passenger door.

"Girls first," he told her, ignoring Guille and Marcos' protests of being relegated to the back seat.

"Thank you," she whispered, even if she would rather sit on the back seat, and be by the margins.

Gavi drove like a madman, toying with the speed limit.

"You're from Barna, no?"

"I was born in Gràcia," she said, holding to the seat as discreetly as she could, her face turning green.

"How does Marta deal with you hanging out with a pretty girl every day?" Asked Gavi then, looking at the rear mirror for a split of a second.

Ivet tensed. She knew that her gender separated from the friend group and jt made her unlikely to be fully considered one of the bros, but the reminder still stung.

"Quite well, hermano. Ivet was the one that helped me ask her out."

"Ah, joder." Gavi was silent for a beat. "All my exs would have insisted I was cheating."

"That is kind of your fault Gavito, you're such a catch you bring the paranoia in everyone," said Marcos. Ivet rolled her eyes, which only Gavi saw. He snickered tongue swiping at his teeth.

"And you? Your boyfriend is fine with all the men you hang out with?"

"I don't have a boyfriend. And if he had a problem, then he would stop being my boyfriend very quickly."

💙❤️

At the sports centre, there were more boys than Ivet knew. Friends and cousins of Gavi that didn't necessarily mingle regularly with Guille and his gang.

Ivet kept close to Guille and Marco, as all the boys went through their greetings. They don't stall too much, quickly arguing the way of making the most balanced team.

"Gavi should play with the girl," said one of the guys Ivet didn't know. "To balance things out..."

Ivet crossed her arms above her chest.

"How is that supposed to balance the team, genius?" she asked, knowing exactly why he had said that. She just wanted to see if he had the balls to admit it to her face.

"Ivet will play for my team," decided Guille, who was in the team against Gavi.

With that issue quickly resolved, Ivet watched the boys organise the teams. She purposely dropped to the background, waiting for the game to start.

Guille told her to take the left wing. Ivet hadn't play such a well structured game in years, but she adapted well to the change. Most of the boys she didn't know had ended up in Gavi's team, so she caught them by surprise, shooting a ball to the post.

Gavi, who had been relegated to goalkeeper in order to maintain the fairness of the game, cursed like a madman.

"Don't let Ivet take the ball," he kept ordering his team. It made Ivet smile as she assisted Guille's first goal.

In the end, Gavi recklessly left the goal to dribble past Guille's entire team to ensure his own victory, to which all the boys complained half-heartedly. They all knew his competitive spirit would flare up sooner or later.

💙❤️

By the tike they were all leaving the sport centre, Ivet approached Guille.

"About the money, what do I owe you guys?" she asked him. Renting a pitch on the centre meant paying quite a bit of money. Marco shrugged.

"Usually Gavi pays for it. He feels guilty that we can't play normally when he's around, so he covers the cost of his... special needs," he explained.

"We tried to pay once and he just invited us for dinner after. He does not like being denied," added Guille.

Ivet bitbher lower lip. She could understand why Gavi would pay for his firmed, but for her?

She then approached him gently. Gavi was hugging one of his cousins goodbye, so she waited at a respectful distance.

"Guille said you were good, but I fear he underrated you," told her Gavi once they were alone. She blushed.

"Thank you. What do I owe you?"

"I'm sorry?"

Ivet explained her reasoning, to which Gavi only shook his head.

"No, no, you're my friend now," he said, dropping his arm around her shoulder.

"But..."

"Unless you want to be my date. I would like that very much, there's this new coffee shop my sister says I have to try?"

"What?" Ivet stopped on her tracks, making Gavi turn to look at her directly.

"I'm asking you on a date, Ivet. You're supposed to say yes."

Ivet hesitated a bit.

"Yes?"