#Intercom for Motorcycles

[cyanidas]

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Parani india | Bluetooth Helmet Headset | Bluetooth communication Parani India

Parani India offers a variety of motorcycle Bluetooth communication devices, including the M10, A10, and A20 intercoms. These intercoms allow riders to communicate with each other, listen to music, and is backed by SENA.

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Biker Upgraded To Cyborg

For as long as anyone could remember, Jake and Eddie had not only been best mates, but they’d been crazy about motorbikes. Both their dads were bikers so it was no surprise that as kids they were introduced to bikes in real life and got to watch MotoGP, WSB and BSB either in real life or on TV with their enthusiast dads.

They were riding off-road in their early teens. They got their first mopeds at 16, upgrading to 125cc bikes a few months after their respective seventeenth birthdays. Now in their early 20s they have held full licences for nearly three years. Jake rides a black Honda CBR600RR, bought second hand through the weekly motorcycling title, MCN. Eddie rides a used Red Yamaha R6 that he bought a couple of months earlier from the main dealer in the city where they live. Springtime and the light evenings meant they would be out as much as possible riding 'the highways and byways', and this day was no exception, but it would be a day that changed their lives forever. 

Jake and Eddie had spent most of Sunday riding and were at the edge of the city when Jake’s bike had started spewing smoke out of the engine before rolling to a stop alongside a large industrial estate. Jake jumped off his bike, but with no tools to hand he had no option but to seek help. He pushed his bike into the entrance to one of the large modern warehouses that populated the industrial estate. Jake kicked the side stand into place and sighed heavily. Eddie pulled in alongside Jake, kicked down the stand on his before turning off the ignition.

Although they were back in the city, they were still about ten miles from home. Jake reached into his leathers for his phone only then realising that they were in an area without mobile phone coverage. Jake and Eddie looked around for a payphone to call the breakdown service - but in this era of mobile technology, BT had removed most of the phone boxes - so there wasn't one within sight. Realising they needed to get help they looked around for signs of life. In front of them was a sprawling grey structure resembling more of a fortress than a warehouse. Its metallic surfaces gleamed under the late afternoon sun, making it look otherworldly. Figuring it might be their best chance at getting help—or at least finding a phone—they started walking towards the massive building.

The front gate was oddly open, inviting yet silent. Jake and Eddie didn't think it weird for a security guard building to be unoccupied with the gates open. More concerned about getting help they walked towards the main building entrance. Jake pressed on the intercom button and waited for a response. After a minute he pushed the button again, but this time there was a buzz. Jake looked at Eddie and shrugged his shoulders, pushing on the door, it opened. They walked inside.

Expecting to see a reception area the two friends were surprised to enter the building at what appeared to be the beginning of a long dimly lit corridor. Jake and Eddie looked at one another, Jake spoke first, “Why don’t you wait here, while I see if I can find anyone to speak to”.

Eddie nodded.

Both looked at one another, for a moment unsure of what to do. Then Jake smiled, turned and started walking along the seemingly endless corridor, his boots echoing on the cold, concrete floor. The air was chillingly sterile, as he walked he would pass the occasional door and window revealing glimpses of high-tech interiors.

"Hello?" he called out, his voice disappearing into the ether without an answer. The lack of response was unnerving, but as he walked on he could hear noise coming from much further along the corridor. Jake kept walking, driven by his need to get to a phone and call the breakdown service to sort out his bike.

Eventually, the corridor turned to the right, after another dozen or so yards it opened up into a colossal space. What Jake witnessed was like a scene reminiscent of a sci-fi horror film.

The room was stark yet brightly lit. On one side it was filled with row upon row of raised surgical beds. Yet these weren't like the ones you’d see in a hospital; they were repurposed contraptions where human flesh was being melded with alien, synthetic and electronic components. Shocked by what he was witnessing, he turned his head, but there was no escape from the nightmare he found himself in.

The other side of the room was populated with dozens of cylindrical tubes. Jake’s eyes widened as he took in the sight before him—humans, all young males, lined up and undergoing transformations into, well all he could think of was 'something else'. Whichever way he turned he could see men his age were being outfitted with mechanical limbs, others had technology intricately woven onto weird shiny black body suits, still others were in varying stages of being processed into full cyborgs.

The horror gripped him; his instinct was to flee back to Eddie and both to get the hell out of there. But before he could move, cold metal hands grasped his shoulders with an iron grip. His heart sank as he was spun around to face what had caught him—a cyborg, its body a haunting hybrid of human and machine, expressionless yet totally menacing.

“Welcome," its voice an unsettling blend of tones, both mechanical whilst still eerily human. "Your arrival is opportune. Your integration process will commence shortly."

Panic surged through Jake as he struggled, but the cyborg's grip was unyielding. Despite putting up strong resistance, he was dragged towards one of the ominous stations. Glancing around, he noticed the other captives were not fighting; their eyes showed a haunting resignation, some flickering with the vague light of fear.

As he was forced onto what appeared to be a surgical table, Jake looked around frantically, hoping for any chance of escape. His heart raced as mechanical arms equipped with various tools whirred to life around him. 

In a split second metallic straps shot out from the surgical table and tightened around his limbs and across his torso, a sense of utter helplessness began to wash over him. His heart pounded hard against his chest. He desperately sought that extra bit of human strength that would allow him to escape. He struggled and struggled against the restraints, but the metal straps simply wouldn’t budge.

Stage one of his transformation was about to begin. From above a helmet descended slowly from the ceiling, its approach marked by an audible, mechanical whirring. Jake squinted upwards, his breath coming in sharp gasps. He was used to his bike helmet, but this was unworldly.

Two drones approached the surgical table Jake was strapped to and grabbed the helmet, which had opened up. One lifted his head slightly and the other slid the back of the helmet under the back of his head. As the helmet closed over his head, a claustrophobic fear gripped him. The world outside the helmet faded, leaving him in a confined sphere of existence. Almost immediately, an overwhelming barrage of white noise bombarded his ears, punctuated by low, droning hums that seemed to resonate through his bones.

Then, the visuals began on the inside of the visor. Spirals of colour appeared in front of his eyes, intertwining and unraveling in hypnotic patterns. Reds, blues, yellows and greens blended into a kaleidoscope that threatened to absorb his mind. Jake tried to close his eyes, but the images were inescapable, imprinted on the insides of his eyelids, searing themselves into his brain and more nefariously his subconsciousness. Almost as if recognising Jake was finally submitting the noise and visuals seemed to become amplified.

As the sensory overload continued, Jake felt a strange detachment creeping through him—a numbness that suggested the audio and visuals were beginning to take effect. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a small voice screamed in terror and defiance, urging him to resist, urging him to hold on to his identity.

With a surge of willpower, Jake focused on that voice, blocking out the chaos threatening to engulf him. He concentrated on memories of standing in the stands watching the best riders in the world, the challenging rides with Eddie, the feel of his motorcycle, the wind against his leathers. He thought about his best mate Eddie and the fun they’d had. He thought about his family and his other friends. These human experiences, these emotional connections to his past life, became a lifeline to cling onto.

As Jake fought against the sensory bombardment, the helmet detected his resistance, It recalibrated its internal mechanisms in response to his defiance. Suddenly, the white noise in his ears shifted, morphing into a series of low, almost inaudible subliminal messages. Each word—"relax", "comply", "obey", "drone", "conform", "follow", "respect" could be heard—the words flashed across his vision, barely there long enough for conscious recognition, but deeply penetrating his subconscious.

The colours that swirled before his eyes intensified, becoming more vibrant and pulsating rhythmically, as if to synchronise with his own heartbeat. It was a sensory assault designed to break down the walls of the individual, to reshape his mind into something more compliant and obedient. Jake’s initial surge of resistance began to wane as mental exhaustion set in, the messages infiltrated deeper into his psyche, their insistence relentless and overpowering.

His eyes, once sharp with determination and fear, started to lose focus, the vibrant spirals turning into a soothing blur. The resistance in his muscles softened as his body began to accept the inevitability of his situation. His thoughts, those last bastions of his free will, were slowly suffocated under the warm, smothering blanket of compliance and security that the helmet now forced upon him.

With an audible click and a beep, the helmet sealed its final adjustment, signalling the completion of its preparatory phase. At this cue, the two drones, their movements precise and devoid of any hesitation, glided smoothly towards the table where Jake lay subdued. Their appendages were equipped with various tools and devices necessary for the transformation process.

The drones worked efficiently, attaching additional apparatus to Jake’s limbs and interfacing seamlessly with the helmet. As they initiated the physical transformation, Jake’s body was being prepared to receive bio-mechanical enhancements that would connect him irrevocably to The Hive which he learned was housed within the humongous building.

Somewhere in the dwindling recesses of his mind, the essence of who Jake once was—a biker with a love for the open road—flickered weakly. This essence watched as his limbs and muscle fibres were methodically integrated with synthetics and his nervous system was integrated with advanced circuitry. The process was both horrifying and fascinating to watch.

As the transformation progressed, Jake’s human senses were gradually overridden by electronic inputs. His vision, once clouded by the colourful spirals, now interfaced directly with data streams providing real-time analytics about his environment. His hearing was no longer filled with subliminal messages but was tuned to various frequencies beyond the range of human hearing.

By the time the transformation was complete, Jake, as he had been, no longer existed. In his place stood a new Jake, a cyborg, what was exclusively biological had been augmented with technology. The drones, recognising another successful integration, had begun to step back.

The new Jake climbed down from the surgical table to be guided by the two drones. He moved with a robotic precision that was both chilling and enthralling to witness. He was led to what looked like a modified dentist's chair, but larger and imposing. The chair had been upgraded and was fitted with numerous ports and circuitry interfaces. Without hesitation, he sat down, his actions appearing devoid of the personality that had once defined him.

He leaned back so that his head touched the headrest. The chair immediately sprang to life, adjusting to accommodate his new form. A second later the old Jake would have felt a light sensation on both sides of his head as what can only be described of as two metallic ear pieces, out of which came sets of wires slid into his ears and began to work. 

Somewhere, an echo of the old Jake could sense what was happening, words echoed around the room and in his head. Screens nearby flashed “accessing biological memories…beginning total erasure”. 

“NNNOOOOOOOO”, But even as the word was said, Jake’s relatively short lifetime of memories were disappearing, flashing before his eyes for a split second before evaporating into nothing - gone forever. 

Monitors next to the chair flashed “Memory Wipe successful,” again, the words echoed around the room. 

Any human observer in the room looking at new Jake’s face would describe it as passive, distant, dull, emotionless. Empty. His eyes were missing their human sparkle. 

Then the drone formerly known as Jake again felt another funny feeling in his ears, as if a static charge was coming out of the wire. Suddenly the screen flashed “Beginning Program Upload”… While that happened, nearby monitors flashed, “Emotional Centres being accessed”. 

“Installing Human Emotion Suppression Software”

“… 10%… 20%… 30%… 40%… 50%… 60%… 70%… 80%… 90%…  ”

“Human Emotions Suppression Software installed. Fully functional.”

The monitors flickered for a moment and then more text appeared, “Beginning Cyborg Program Upload”. The upload began. The Hive, a vast network of interconnected AI and data banks, started feeding a stream after stream of programming directly into Jake's brain. These were not merely instructions; they were directives that informed behaviour, dictated functions, and defined purpose.

For hours, data was input into him, a relentless torrent of information reshaping and repurposing him; any lingering traces of his previous humanity now completely overwritten. His eyes, once vibrant with youthful emotion, now displayed a steady, unblinking focus as the programming was embedded, ensuring his obedience and efficiency.

At the appropriate time the interface with the new Jake confirmed the programming had been successful. “Operating at 100%,” it said in an emotionless, synthetic voice. “Organic memories have been wiped. Emotional Suppression Software is fully functional. The new data and objectives have been successfully uploaded with zero errors”.

The chair returned to an upright position, and the new Jake stood once more. His movements were smooth, almost graceful, a stark contrast to the somewhat ‘cavalier’ sports biker he once was. He was a product of advanced technology, a being created to serve a purpose far beyond his previous human desires.

Approaching him now were two more drones, carrying items that symbolised his final transformation. They presented him with a set of Dainese bike leathers, not ordinary leathers but augmented to interface seamlessly with his cybernetic body. The leathers were equipped with sensors and conductive circuitry that could communicate directly with his system, enhancing his interaction with the Hive.

Then they presented him with a pair of white boots, larger to accommodate the modifications of his feet, designed not only for protection but also to enhance his connection to the ground and his bike. Gloves that reached up to his arms were fitted next, embedded with micro-circuitry to increase his grip and control.

Finally, they brought over a new crash helmet unlike any other. This helmet was his direct link to the Hive mind. It was designed to keep him constantly connected to the Hive's data stream.

As the helmet settled over his head, a subtle hum filled the air, signalling the activation of all its systems. The new Jake stood there, a figure of both awe and dread, transformed entirely from the young man who had once freely roamed the roads on his motorcycle.

Now equipped, Jake was led to a new motorcycle, one that matched his new form. To the casual observer it looked like a traditional bike that had been upgraded; integrated with technology that responded fluidly to his enhanced senses and capabilities. As he mounted the bike, the connection between man and machine was seamless, a perfect union crafted by the Hive’s sophisticated engineering.

The new Jake rode the highway on his futuristic bike, a sleek and menacing marvel of technology that effortlessly caught the eye of any enthusiast. Its design was unlike anything on the roads—sharp angles, glowing panels, and a subtle hum that hinted at its advanced capabilities. It was designed not just for speed and efficiency, but as a lure to attract exactly the kind of individuals the Hive sought to convert.

As he travelled along a popular bikers’ route known for its scenic views and biker cafes, he spotted his next targets. Two young bikers, probably in their twenties, had pulled over in a lay-by, their bikes parked as they enjoyed a brief pause in their riding, catching up on conversation and checking their mobile phones. The new Jake slowed down, looking at the two bikers oblivious to Jake’s presence, his connection to the Hive confirmed they would be perfect candidates for upgrade.

Pulling over smoothly, Jake dismounted his bike. His helmet's visor slid up as he approached them, revealing a face that was human enough to be relatable but enhanced subtly with metallic hints that suggested something more beneath the surface. 

"Hey," Jake called out, his voice modulated to be friendly and inviting. “Hey there. Not seen you riding ‘round here before.”

The two young bikers, intrigued by the stranger and his extraordinary bike, smiled and walked over. “What is that you’re riding? It looks like it’s straight out of a sci-fi movie. What is that?" one of them asked, his curiosity piqued.

The new Jake chuckled, a sound perfectly calibrated to put others at ease. He needed to win their trust so began to make conversation with them. "It’s a custom build from a place not too far from here. They’re experimenting with some next-gen and EV tech. You guys interested in seeing where something like this comes from?"

The offer was tempting. The allure of advanced technology and the chance to see more bikes like Jake’s was too good to pass up for any avid biker. The young men exchanged a glance, a silent conversation passing between them before they nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, definitely,” the other replied. “We’ll follow you!"

Jake smiled and nodded, turning back to his bike. As they put their helmets on and started their engines, a part of Jake’s programming confirmed the successful engagement of two targets. He led the way, riding at a pace that was thrilling yet careful to keep his new followers comfortably in tow.

The journey took them away from the familiar routes into less traveled roads, the scenery shifting subtly as they moved closer to facility where he had been transformed. The two bikers were unaware of the true nature of their destination, caught up in the thrill of the ride and the excitement of seeing advanced motorcycle tech.

After some time, they arrived at the vast building that looked more like a huge distribution centre than a motorcycle manufacturing factory. The gates opened automatically as Jake approached, a silent signal of his authority and belonging.

Jake signalled for the other two bikers to do follow him down a roadway between two buildings. Jake brought his bike to a stop, opened his visor and announced, ”we are here.” The other two brought their bikes to a stop, dismounted and removed their helmets.

Jake walked forwards into the huge building just ahead of them; the two other bikers looked at one another, shrugged their shoulders and followed. They would ingress through a different route compared to the one Eddie and Jake entered.

The space inside they walked into was clean and modern, filled with prototypes and machines that made the two young bikers' eyes widen in awe.

"This is incredible!" one of the exclaimed, walking closer to inspect a particularly sleek model that caught his eye. "How do you get in on this?"

Jake's response was calculated, his tone still friendly but now carrying an undercurrent of persuasion. "Well, there's actually a selection process. Part of why I brought you here. If you're interested, there’s a quick tour and some tests to see if you're compatible with the tech."

Excited and completely unaware of the implications, the two young men agreed eagerly, following Jake deeper into the facility. As they walked, the doors behind them closed silently, the outside world receding as they moved further into the realm of the Hive.

Little did they know, their fascination with bikes and the temptation of combining their love of biking and dreams of futuristic bikes had led them into a trap. This walk would be their last as mere humans, as they stepped unknowingly into the next phase of their lives dictated by The Hive's needs.

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Oh, are you wondering what happened to Eddie? As you might have expected The Hive detected his presence and determined a new purpose for him, but that’s another story.

[writtenbyan-aries]

Please anything with bsf!colby x reader.. I‘m just a sucker for it

Summary: things heat up after Colby takes reader on a bike ride

Warnings: SMUT18+, swearing, best friends to lovers, motorcycle riding, flirting, kissing, hair pulling, biting, scratching, fingering, unprotected sex, filth

Word Count: 2.7k | unedited

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As you walk through the door after a long and frustrating day at work, your phone rings in your pocket, “Hello?”

“Hey. You busy?” Colby asks from the other end, “I got something I want to show you.”

“Just got home from work, had a.. bad, day I guess? I don’t know. But no, not busy.” You set your keys on the counter, “What’s up?”

“Got the new bike today.”

“You. Me. Bike ride. Now.”

“Already on my way.”

“I thought it sounded weird.” You laugh, “Is that your new Bluetooth helmet thing?”

“Sure is. I’ll be there in like..” he trails off and you hear the sound of his engine revving outside, “Now.”

“I just have to change and then I’ll be out.” You walk over, peaking out of the window by your door, “Oh that looks so sick.”

“Wait until you see it up close.”

“Give me five minutes.” You hang up and run back to your room to get changed. You change from your work pants, into the jeans you designated as your riding pants, and slip on your boots.

You grab your leather jacket off of the chair as you walk by, and make your way out.

Your jaw drops as you walk up, “Colby, this thing is ridiculous.” You look up at him, “Like in the best way possible.”

“Phew.” He sighs as he shuts off the bike, “For a second there I thought you were going to say you hated it.” He laughs, reaching behind him to unhook a white helmet, “Here.”

“What’s.. this?” You ask taking the helmet into your hands, “Is this mine?”

He nods, “Yeah, I had one made with an intercom system, Bluetooth, everything mine has so we can talk back and forth and can actually hear each other.”

You reach up and grab the small horns coming out of his helmet, “You do care about me.”

“Well, you’re my best friend, and I don’t want you bored while we ride, so.” He shrugs and you can see him smile behind his helmet, “Here. Put it on.”

He takes it from you and you put your jacket on before stepping towards him. He pushes hair from your face and slides the helmet down over your head, “How does it fit?”

“It’s really comfortable.” You smile behind your helmet, “Thank you.”

He buckles the chin strap and presses a button, “Can you hear me?”

“Whoa, that’s freaky.” You laugh, “Yeah, loud and clear.”

“Is it loud?” Colby asks and you shake your head, “No, no. It’s perfect. Thank you.” He nods his head back, “Get on.”

You make your way back, your hand reaching up to grab his shoulder as you swing your leg over the back of the bike. You position yourself and lay your hands on his back, “Ready whenever you are.”

“Alright.” He switches the bike back on and your arms move to wrap around his waist. They tighten as he slowly starts to take off.

“Why was your day bad?” He asks, and you let out a sigh, “Just people thinking they’re so entitled to stuff they really aren’t, you know?”

“Yeah, I’ve had run ins with that. It’s never fun. Is there anything I can do?”

You smile, letting out a small sigh, “You’re doing just what I need, Colbs.”

You’ve taken bike rides with Colby plenty of times before, always the same routine. He picks you up, you put on your helmet, you get on, and he drives for a little, drops you off at home.

But, today was different, and you weren’t sure what was causing all of your suppressed emotions for Colby to be drawn to the surface - but they were coming out fast.

“Doing okay?” Colby asks and you nod to yourself, “Yep.”

“Good.”

As you come to a red light, this feeling washes over you, a slight feeling to be bold.

You pull your hands back from resting on the gas tank and sit up more, bringing your hands up to grip his shoulders, moving to his neck.

“Hey now.” Colby jokes, “Can’t kill the driver, you don’t even know how to drive this thing.”

“You’re right.” You laugh, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his neck, your hand dragging up and down his chest, “Maybe you can teach me how to ride it one day?”

He tries to laugh off his breath catch in his throat, but you already heard it. He brings his hand up to flick his visor down and you laugh, reaching up to turn his head towards you, “Why’d you put that down?”

“Be..cause the sun is setting?” He laughs, “Yours is down, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but it’s not because of the sun.”

“What’s it down for then?” He laughs and you shrug, “The wind. Lights green.”

He looks back, shaking his head as he starts to go.

Your arms move to wrap around his waist and you can’t help but smile. You sit up as you come to yet another light that turned red.

The universe must be on my side today, you think as you drag your hands up and down his sides. He turns his head, leaning forward to look back at you and you reach up to flick your visor up, “What?”

“Nothing, nothing.” He laughs as he looks back at the light, “Just waiting do this to turn-“ the light turns green, “Green.”

You giggle as you hold onto him, squeezing slightly as he takes off. You drive for a little while, but it didn’t take you long to figure out he was taking roads that didn’t have red lights.

Did I make him uncomfortable? You think as you turn your head to look on the other side, maybe that was too much?

“You’re quiet.” Colby’s voice breaks the silence inside of your helmet and you shrug slightly, “Just enjoying the ride, you know?”

You feel his hand lay on top of yours and he gives them a squeeze, “Glad I could help.” You smile and hold on tighter, turning your head up a little to look at the sun setting sky.

You come to another red light and sit up, “This seat makes my back hurt.”

“We’ll have to look at getting you a different one or something. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” Colby turns his head and flicks up his visor. You smirk and reach up to close it.

He laughs and you being both hands up, trying to open and close it, but you just make his head go back and forth.

He laughs and hangs his head down resting his hand on his closed visor, “You’re killing me.”

“No im not, I don’t know how to ride this thing.” You lean out slightly and laugh as he turns his head to look at you, “Using my own words against me now, huh?”

“I’m just repeating what you said.” You shrug and move back behind him, your hands moving to his shoulders. You squeeze gently, giving him a slight massage.

Your pressure grows harder and his head tilts back, arms falling down to rest against your legs.

You giggle, your arms returning to around his waist just as the light turns green. He grips the handles and off you go.

A few minutes later, you feel his hand resting on your knee that’s pressed up against his hip. You chew on your lip, your hand moving to lay on his.

He glances down, shaking his head with a slight laugh before squeezing your knee. You move your hands back up to his shoulders as he comes to another stop and you start massaging his shoulders again.

“You’re tense, what’s up with that?” You tease as you move down his arms, squeezing each spot you land, “Need to loosen up a bit, Colbs.”

He laughs, “Yeah, you’re telling me.” He shakes his head and revs the engine before taking off as soon as the light is green.

The next hour, you continued to mess around with him, dragging your nails up and down his outer thighs, up and down his arms and back. Shoulder massages, just the usual stuff you’ve been doing.

It was getting dark out, and Colby doesn’t like riding in the dark, so you headed back to your house.

As soon as Colby was stopped, you grip his shoulders, “Thanks for the ride, Colby.” You slide down, swinging your leg over to get off.

“Yeah.” He nods, turning off his bike and pulling out the key. You take off your helmet, handing it to him. He pushes it back towards you, “That’s yours.”

You smile, nodding as you watch him reach up to undo his chin strap. You go to turn, “I’ll see you later, drive safe.”

You turn around, smirk plastered on your face. You stop as his voice cuts through the clear tension that filled the air, “So are you going to tell me just what in the hell that was?”

You turn around, watching as he drops his arms, helmet in hand by his sides, “Um, what in the hell was what?”

He scoffs, “The.. whole, hands on my shoulders, hugging my neck.. you know, the stuff you’ve never done before?”

“Oh..” you nod, “That stuff.”

“Yeah.” Colby nods as he steps closer to you, “If you have something to say, say it.”

You take a deep breath, staring up at him as the grip on your helmet tightens, “Fine.” You clear your throat, praying that rejection doesn’t show its ugly face, “but just so you know, I’ve loved you way before I finally had the guts to tell you, and I love you a little more each day that I get to see you, or talk to you and-“

Colby’s lips were on yours, his arm tight around your waist. You bring your arm up, wrapping it around his neck and he mumbles against your lips, “about time.”

You smirk, your cheeks heating up, “I take it you feel the same?”

“Oh you have no idea.” His lips were back on yours and you pull away, “It’s getting dark, do y-“

“Yes.” He pulls you to your door and you unlock it, pulling him back in for a kiss as you walk backwards. You lean over to set your helmet on the counter and he does the same before his hands slide up to push your jacket off of your shoulders.

You kick off your boots as you shrug your jacket off, quickly moving your hands to push his off his shoulders.

You grab the hem of your shirt, pulling it up over your head as his jacket hits the floor.

His hands grip your hips, sliding down to grab your thighs as he bends down to lift you up. Your legs wrap around his waist as his lips peck over your chest.

He walks you back to your room, laying you down on the bed beside leaning up to remove his shirt.

Everything is happening so quick, in the blink of an eye, you were both naked and under the bed sheets with your bodies pressed to one another as your lips moved in a passionate sync.

You tilt your head back as his lips trail down your neck, moaning out as his fingers slide down to the needy slit between your legs.

“God you’re so wet.” He groans into your ear, “I turn you on this much?”

You nod, gasping as two of his fingers push in, “Fuck, yeah. Seeing you on that bike really did it for me today.”

He chuckles, lifting his head to watch your face twist with pleasure, “You touching all over me really got me going today.”

You smile, gasping as he pushes his fingers in deeper, “Fuck, Colby.”

“That feel good?” He presses kisses along your jaw line, stopping at your lips and you whimper, “Feels so good.”

You reach up, pulling his head in to close the space with a heated kiss. His fingers withdrawal from your body as he rolls his overtop of yours.

You roll your hips as you feel the tip of his cock brush against you, “P-please.” You whimper quietly, “please.”

He brushes hair from your face before leaning down to kiss you. He reaches down to keep himself steady as he slips into you.

Your lips part as you both gasp on the first thrust.

“Fuck.” You whisper as your legs slowly slide up to wrap around his waist. The space closes as you pull him closer to kiss him.

Your moans grow louder as his thrusts speed up into a medium pace.

It was hot, passionate.

It felt like you and Colby were the only two people in the world, he was the only one who mattered to you right now.

His lips trail down your neck as your head tilts back, your moans filling the room as you feel the band in your stomach growing tighter and tighter.

Your nails drag up his back, earning a groan from him as he sucks a mark into the delicate skin, “So good, baby.”

You gasp, your fingers tangling tightly in his hair, “Yesyesyes, so close.”

His hand slides down your side, fingertips digging into your thigh, “I’ve loved you..” he kisses back up to your lips, “For as long as I’ve known you.”

“I love you.” You whimper as you nod, “I’ve loved you.”

You gasp loudly, your body tightening around him as he guides you through the waves of pleasure flowing through your body.

You were waiting for this, the moment Colby finally made you his.

Colby presses kisses over your chest and up your neck, groaning lowly as he makes his way back to your lips, “You’re so beautiful. You sound so pretty.”

His forehead rests against yours, his thrusts picking up as he works towards his own pleasures release. Moans slip from his lips as his hand drags up to cup your cheek.

Your hands slide up his arms and hold the sides of his neck, whimpering and moaning as his thrusts grow faster, harder.

They quickly turn sloppy and you gasp as he pulls out to spill on your waist. You rest your head back, breathing heavy as he sits up.

You look up at him, laughing slightly as he smiles at you and he raises his brows, “What?”

You shake your head, “Nothing, nothing I just.. was kinda hoping that our last ride as just friends would happen soon..”

“Well looks like you got your wish.” He leans down, pecking your lips, “Hang on. I’ll be right back.”

You nod as he gets off the bed, letting out a sigh as you look up at the ceiling. You can’t help but smile, you couldn’t fight it even if you wanted to.

Colby comes back in, a smile on his face as soon as he sees you, “here, I, uh- here.” He hands you the towel and sits down on the bed.

You clean up, tossing the towel to the floor before sitting up, “So.. it’s dark outside.”

Colby glances at the window, nodding as he looks at you, “Yeah, yeah it is.” He smirks as you smile at him, “What?”

You shrug, “Guess you’ll be staying the night then?”

Colby turns, moving to hover his body over yours, “Is that okay with you?”

You slide your hands up his chest and grip his shoulders, “I think I can let it slide.” You smirk and Colby laughs, “Just this once though, right?” He dips his head down, peppering kisses over your neck and you giggle, “You know..”

“You know what, baby?” Colby whispers as he chuckles lightly. You bite your lip as you feel his teeth nip at your skin, “I think it can be more than once.”

“I’m okay with more than once..” he kisses up to your lips, “How about in the morning, you and I take a ride and have a little breakfast date? Hmm.”

You nod, smiling before pecking his lips, “Sounds good to me.”

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[weird-is-life]

First date charm

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x singlemom!reader

Summary: You think that Bucky is too good for you

Warnings: fluff, mentions of food, like one swear word

Words: 1.1k

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I'm so sorry, James... but I don't think I'll be able to make it to the restaurant today. Again, I'm really sorry, I don't think i'll be able to see you anymore. You send a text to James Barnes.

The babysitter cancelled on you last minute, and with nobody else to watch your son you had to cancel the date.

Yes, you were definitely bummed about it because the first day with him was pretty much perfect. He was such a gentleman, and it felt like you could talk to him about anything. And it was like you could see him in your future immediately.

But you can't escape the nagging feeling that Bucky deserves better than you, than a single mom with a kid. Even though it hurts you more than you can admit.

Bucky feels devastated when he reads your text. He doesn't know what he did wrong. He thought the things were going great?

It was Sam that put you two together, and at first Bucky wanted to throttle him for setting up the date without asking Bucky first.

But after the first date Bucky was more than thankful. You were so kind and lovely and beautiful, and on Bucky's mind all the time since the date.

So he doesn't know what's happened. He tries to call you like 3 times, hoping for more of an explanation than only that text. He even texts you a few more times.

He starts to get worried when you don't respond. He would be thankful even if you just picked up the phone to tell him to fuck off, but you don't, and it drives him crazy.

He waits for your response for 2 hours, debating on just going up to your apartment to see if you are okay.

But after the 2 hours it gets too much for him. His mind going to the worst possible scenarios. He can't help it. The years of trauma don't make it easy for him to live, and not worry.

He gets to your apartment pretty quickly, his motorcycle makes it easy to speed through traffic. He paces nervously in front of the building, maybe he shouldn't have come here.

He contemplates for a few more minutes, and then rings the bell. Maybe you will think that he's crazy psychopath for showing up at your doorsteps, but he has to make sure you're okay.

You don't expect anybody to ring the bell to your apartment as soon as you put your son to sleep. You definitely don't expect to hear Bucky's voice from the intercom.

His soft 'can I come up?' makes your heart flatter, and you buzz him in. He's up the stairs on your floor quickly. And of course, he has a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

"James, what are you doing here?" you ask quietly. He looks so handsome for the cancelled date, and it makes you feel even worse.

"I'm sorry for showing up...You weren't answering your phone, and-and I was worried." He looks apologetically at you.

"My phone....oh-" you quickly dissappear into your apartment, searching for your phone.

Bucky doesn't mean to snoop, but with the door wide open he notices all of the toys and kids stuff. His mouth goes dry a bit.

"I'm sorry, James, I had my phone on quiet.....," you stop talking when you follow Bucky's gaze. His eyes roaming all over the things.

"What's all this? You have a kid?"  Bucky looks baffled, like he just saw a ghost in front of him.

"Yes." You admit, guilt for not telling him all over your face. You thought that Sam had told Bucky about Teo, but you realised on the date that he hadn't.

You wanted to tell him, you really did. But you just wanted to see how the first date goes first. And in between the first and the second date the thoughts of Bucky being too good for you settled in your mind.

I mean, he's so charming, and probably the nicest man you have ever met. He's also so so respectful. And god, he's so handsome as well, those piercing blue eyes? To die for...

"I wanted to tell you, Bucky. I just....you deserve someone else. Not me with a kid. I-I loved our date, but I know what guys think about women with kids. It's not very attractive...," you sigh. You have experienced rejections from guys because of Teo before.

"Wait, wait, wait, doll. Did I give you the impression that I'd care about such things?" Bucky almost immediately asks. "I don't care that you have a kid, I like you, and I loved the date with or without knowing that you have a kid."

"You say that now, but what about when-" he interrupts you before you can finish.

"Doll, I like you! How about we just take it one date at a time, yeah? Let's see where this goes?" Bucky tries to reason with you. He doesn't want to let you go without even getting to know you properly. Like fuck, he hasn't felt this kind of connection in a long, long time.

"Are you sure? 'Cause I'd understand if not, I really would," you try to give him a smile to convince him (and yourself) which doesn't really work.

Bucky slowly takes your hand into his, and squeezes your hand in reassurance, "I'm very sure. I like you, and I don't know If I should be a little offended that you thought I'd mind that you are a mom.."

His attempt at lightening the mood is successful. You chuckle at his words, and he gives you a smile in return.

You eye the bouquet of the flowers in his other hand,"are those for me?"

"Who else?" Bucky murmurs teasingly as he hands you the beautiful flowers.

"Thank you, Bucky. They are beautiful," you say sheepishly, "but I still can't go on the date today. There's nobody who can watch Teo." You tell him a little disappointed.

"No, that's okay, doll. I just wanted to make sure that we were okay, but more importantly that you were okay. I should go tho," he says, and leans down bravely to kiss your cheek goodbye.

He can see your cheeks go rosy instantly. The blush making you even more pretty.

"W-wait, Bucky," you catch his hand before he can turn away, " you could stay, Teo is asleep....we could order pizza or-or whatever you like." You almost face slap yourself for acting like some unsure teenager in love. Stammering over your words.

Bucky thinks it over for a few seconds before he smiles at you," I'd love to, and pizza sounds fantastic."

"Great, c'mon." You happily pull him after you inside the apartment while apologising for all the mess. But Bucky couldn't care less about that, he's just more than happy he gets to spend time with you again.

[lilacprincess7]

"Involved in a gang war"

summary: You and Hector had gone out for a ride with your bikes. Unfortunately, you two get involved in a gun fight between gangs and get hurt and your brother is trying to understand what's going on

a/n: random af once again, idk where in my head I find these, enjoy none the less

warnings: hospitals, gunshots, hurt reader and hurt mc, mentions of Y/n (Y/n/n means your nickname)

It was meant to be just another late night outing with your best friend since childhood and love of your life. It wasn't though. Back to the start of the night, Hector was outside your home on his motorcycle, waiting for you to get the keys to your own.

"Come on Y/n/n, I'm literally itching for this ride. We haven't gone out for a spin since forever"

"I know, I know quit whining Tor" you replied as you put on your helmet.

The two of you had bought matching motorcycles and helmets. Both were black with purple accents. You enjoyed riding by each other's side too much if you were honest. And now that Hector had made it to the first team alongside your brother, he wasn't allowed to ride during the season so you were even more pumped to go.

Pau stood at the front door of your shared home. Watching you and Hector. The latter had always been your common best friend and he loved passing time with both of you. Though lately something was brewing between you and Hector, both of you had agreed to take your time and figure your feelings for each other along the way. Communication is key.

That's another reason as to why Pau sometimes accompanied you on these late night rides. You had even bought him the same helmet you had. Right now though, he had to stay behind and study for exams. That's why he watched you and Hector gear up longingly. You catched his gaze.

"Hermano, in a couple of weeks you'll be free too. Don't be sad, go study and fall asleep early. I don't know when we will be back, don't stay up waiting for us" you told him while walking up to him and giving him a hug.

"I know, I love you. Both of you. Be careful okay?" he said looking at you and Hector seriously. He was always worried about the two of you riding. Not because you weren't careful but because other people weren't compitent enough to drive.

You got on your own motorcycle and rode off with your best friend by your side. The two of you had installed intercoms on your helmets so you could talk easily.

"He was pretty worried today, no?" he asked

"I agree. It's like he had a bad feeling or something. I don't know honestly"

"Let it. For now let's have a bit of fun, si?"

"Si! Where do you wanna go?" you asked as you stopped next to him because of the red light.

"How about we ride by the sea, reach Palamos, swim for a while and come back"

"You mean Palamos the restaturant or Palamos the beach?" you said teasing him.

"Obviously the beach, you have your bikini with you no?" he asked back, you could imagine his smirk

"Haha, very funny you know I always ride with spare outfits for all occasions because you're mental, besides there isn’t something you haven’t seen before"

"True that" you heard him laugh through the intercom and you felt him squeeze your ass jokingly.

The night passed by nicely. You sped up a bit while on the highway, listened to music through the intercom, laughed. You took a dive when you reached Palamos. The water was refreshing after the ride. Riding in full gear was always a bit too hot during summer, but it was also the only way you two would ride, full coverage meant max protection.

You snapped a pic of the two of you leaning against the bikes with the sea behind you. You posted it with a caption that said 'Ride with my ride or die'.

In the way back things took a turn. It was close to 4 o'clock in the morning and you were reaching Barcelona's suburbs when you heard gunshots. At first, you didn't pay too much attention. There was a shooting range close by.

When the sound was getting closer to you and Hector both of you got concerned.

"I don't like this"

"Yeah me neither" he replied

"What's the nearest exit?" you asked

"We passed it a while back.. Fuck, we can't turn back, even if nobody else is driving we are on a highway. It would be basically suicide" he replied as calm as possible

"Riding towards there would be a suicide Hector. I can see the outline of some people down the main straight before the gate, they seem to have a gun fight going on"

The two of you stopped on the side of the road and turned the bikes off, not wanting to draw attention from the gang members.

The shots stooped being heard. Perhaps the one gang killed the other or something.

"We could wait it out" Hector suggested

"We have snacks and our gear is more than warm, that could work-"

"COME OUT, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE, WE HEARD YOU AND YOUR BIKES" one of the gang members shouted

The silence was because the heard you.

"Well we are fucked, bad" you said anxiously

"They know we are around here somewhere, it's a matter of time before they find us" Hector said worried

"The only way out is in, I'm afraid, even if we call the cops they won't be here on time"

"Damn, we are screwed, we are in this together though" he replied, his hand shaking through his glove reaching for your own. You grasped it and with a nod you fired your engines. The music was back on and the song playing was none other than 'Highway to hell'.

"Now, that's a hellish coincidence" your lover managed a joke

"If we are going out we are going together and with a bang" you replied

"Definetely, we ain't dying though. Promise?"

"I pinky promise.." you paused, locking your finger with his, touching "Let's go"

You built up speed, knowing that the only way the two of you would get out of here unharmed is to be quick. Your luck was out like a candle against the wind. While the two of you passed the gang spot, with their vans and bikes all around, both of you got shot.

You were shot on your hip while Hector took one on his side. Shouts could be heard from the intercom but both of you managed to keep your consciousness.

"Hector..."

"I know, it hurts like hell..."

"Fuck"

"We are close-e to the next ga-ate, we could make it there and-and call an ambulance" Hector said, trying to keep his breath and panic under control, his hands were shaking on the handles of his bike.

"I'm calling one no-ow"

You managed to call the service and report both of your injuries, said exactly were the two of you would meet them. When you reached the gate two ambulances were already waiting.

You and Hector passed out on the hands of the medics, last thing either of you saw before passing out was one another.

Pau awoke with a start. Who would be calling him in the middle of the night? Then he remembered than you and Hector were out on a ride and got worried.

"Yes?" he asked

"Are you Pau Cubarsi?"

"Si, what is this about?" he questioned while sitting up

"Since you are your twin's first contact we are asking you to come to the General Hospital as quickly as possible"

He took a minute to process what he was being told. He had a bad feeling all night.

"Mister are you still there?" the caller asked

"Si-si I'm coming"

He called your mother before doing anything else.

"Mom, come on pick up.." he said, his hands shaking.

His mind was spiraling towards the worse of thoughts. You were surely injured since you were in the hospital. If you were just injured you would have called him not the nurse. And why didn't Hector call if that was the case? it had to mean that Hector was involved too and was also in a bad condition.

"Baby? What happened? Is everything okay?" your mother asked concerned

"No mom, nothing's okay. Y/n is in the General hospital I'm heading there now. I don't know anything. She was out with Hector but he didn't call either. I don't know what's going on..." he was having a full blown anxiety attack. He needed to pull himself together and get to the hospital as soon as possible.

He ended the call with your mom shortly after and called Pedri, knowing that him and Gavi were having a sleepover meaning they wouldn't sleep.

"Pedri I need help" your brother told the older still shaky

"Pau take a deep breath. What's going on?"

"My sister and Hector are in the General and my parents are in Girona can you take me to the hospital? I can't drive like this..." his voice was rough around the edges, hoarse from trying to keep himself under control.

Pedri said yes without a second thought. In record time he and Pablo were in front of your and Pau's home ready to get him to the hospital. Pablo, upon seeing how shaken up the younger was, changed seats and sat with him on the backseat. He got his hand between his own, rubbing circles and caressing his hair from time to time.

When they reached the hospital Pau got out before Pedri even parked the car. He and Pablo went to the reception and asked for his sister and his best friend's whereabouts.

"A doctor will be with you shortly."

How Pau managed to control his temper at that moment, he didn't know. Just a minute after Pedri joined them, the doctor appeared.

"Are you here for Y/n Cubarsi?"

"Yes, I'm her brother. Can you tell me what's going on? Where is she? And where is Hector?"

"Your sister was taken for surgery the minute she arrived, same goes for her partner"

"Why doc? What happened?" Pablo asked

"From our understanding and our knowledge up until now, they were involved in crossfire between two rival gangs"

"WHAT?? HOW??" Pau was losing it bit by bit.

"The police are looking into it. From the shape their bikes were in it's safe to say they are lucky they got out with just one bullet each. Said bikes were taken by the forencics of the police force. I doubt they will be drivable again from what I heard..." the doctor trailed off

"Like I give a fuck about their bikes! I just want my sister and my best friend to be okay! What else can you tell me about their condition?"

"I'll come back in a bit with more information"

"Yeah, you do that before you piss me off more!" Pau replied, Pedri barely managing to hold him back.

In the end, a different doctor came back to inform them.

"Hello. I'm here to inform you that your sister is out of danger and is expected to make a full recovery! The bullet she optained above her hip didn't harm any vital organs and the bloodloss was minimal. She is getting transported to her private room now."

"And Hector??" Gavi asked concerned

"He is still in a critical condition unfortunately. The bullet crashed two of his ribs and as a result they panctured his lung. We don't know if he will make it..." the doctor trailed off

"Fuck, FUCK!" Pau was shouting trying to comprehend this whole situation.

Gavi got teary-eyed upon hearing the condition his younger brother (figure) was in. Pedri was trying to remain positive. Hardly 10 minutes had passed when your family (your parents and Irene) and Hector's parents came in.

They all turned towards Pau for information, but Pedri ended up explaining everything.

"They were involved in a gang war of some kind. Police is still figuring that part out. Y/n is out of danger and they are getting her to a private room as we speak. Hector on the other hand is still in surgery" he told the rest grimmily while Gavi tried to help Pau control his breathing.

They informed them a moment later that they could go to your room. Even though you weren't awake yet, they all felt a bit better knwoing they could see you.

"It's a matter of time before she wakes up. Only the exhaustion is keeping her asleep. I think in two hours maybe three the latest she will be up." the nurse informed them, mostly to calm them down.

Pau walked towards your bed and caressed your face gently.

"If only I hadn't let the two of you take off, if only just for once you two fell asleep instead of running away from it.. if only..." he whispered calmly, the others didn't understand what he was saying.

"Dear, what do you mean?" your father asked him

"About what?" Pau questioned back while he wiped away his tears.

"What you just said kid, what's been going on with them?" Hector's mum, who was barely holding herslef asked.

"If I say, you won't tell them you know okay? I can't betray their trust like this..." Pau replied

"Spill hermanito" said Irene, her hand rubbing his back.

"I had a feeling, a bad one that is, about tonight. I didn't manage to keep them put. They both have been struggling with insomnia and they use these rides to pass the night." he explained teary-eyed.

Hector was out of surgery 5 hours later. He wasn't out of danger per say but he was improving. In the meantime, you had woken up. You would never forget your brother's face when he saw you open your eyes.

He jumped on your bed and hugged you as tight as possible. You couldn't breathe with his weight on you but you weren't complaining.

"Shh hermano, I'm here, I'm here I'm going to be okay.." you told him, holding him close.

After that moment was over you asked the awaited question that nobody wanted to answer.

"Where is Tor? He got pretty hurt out there..." you trailed off

"He-he is still in surgery kid" his father replied

You felt like you couldn't breathe. You couldn't feel air in your lungs. You grew dizzier by the second. Pau pulled you out of it. He grasped your hand tight and helped you control your breathing by mimicking his own.

The doctors, upon hearing about your insomnia prescribed some medicine for you and you were out like a light and the last thought on your mind was him, always him.

The next time you woke up, Hector was in the bed next to yours, his eyes still closed. You managed to get from your bed to his without any of the people in the room waking up. Knowing he was hurt on his right side, you avoided touching any part of him that could hurt and laid by his side.

You swang an arm around him carefully, testing the waters. You breathed a sign of relief when he didn't jolt, it meant he wasn't in pain because of your touch.

You closed your eyes once again and fell asleep hugging him tight, afraid he would vanish into thin dust and get away from your hands.

That didn't happen though. When you woke up the next morning he was still there, but not asleep this time. You could feel him running his hands through your hair like he did every time you cuddled.

"Tor..." you trailed off

He stopped whatever discussion he was having with your family and his parents and turned to look at you. You met his gaze and you felt your body melt against his all over again.

"Amor, I'm so glad you are okay.." he said as he kissed the crown of your head and your forehead.

You could feel the rest of the room freeze due to your interaction.

"Are you two an item?" asked Pau smiling a bit.

"Hm something like that" you replied

"Way to get your boyfriend back in the friendzone, no more hugs for you" Hector said pouting like a puppy.

"We are" you said, your face bright red

The rest teased you. You were so afraid of your brother's reaction, he was the only person you were afraid wouldn't approve of your relationship. When the rest went to get lunch you asked him to stay behind so you could talk.

"So, what did you two wanna talk about?" he asked calm

"Hmm hermano, earlier when we admitted we were seeing each other you didn't react, like at all, you didn't move an inch, nothing. Are you okay with us being together?" Hector asked carefully, looking at your brother patiently for an answer

"You are both stupid if you think I'm not okay with you two dating. I woke up at 5 o'clock in the morning from a call from a hospital telling me that you were here. I passed close to 8 hours not knowing if you both would come out of this alive. Tell me how, especially after such a night, I would give a damn about the two of you dating. And before either of you says shit, 'cause I know you are both terrible overthinkers, I quite like the two of you as a couple and find you fitting for each other so don't eve think of asking me if I'll be okay tomorrow or the day after, okay?" Pau concluded his mini speech

"Si"

"Yeah"

Many years after, you, Hector, Pau and his wife would be sitting by the pool of your and Hector's home and your kids decided to ask Pau how he reacted when he found out about you and their father.

"Well, that's a crazy story but since you are all teens I guess you can hear it now." Pau replied while sipping a mojito.

"Oh my god, he is going to make such a big deal out of it" you turned towards your husband

"I know" Hector replied while hugging you close to his chest.

Not even Sofia, Pau's wife knew this story.

"So, when your father was 19, so your mother and I were 18 give or take, these two decided to go out for a ride at midnight, literally. Somehow, on their way back home they were caught up between two gangs who were fighting over turf or something and naturally they both ended up in the hospital after being shot"

Your kids looked at you wide-eyed.

"Great hermano, just great, you managed to scare them" you scolded Pau

"But you see this is where it gets crazy. After like 7 agonizing hours of me and your grandparents and aunt not knowing whether or not both of them were going to be okay, they forget that they are hiding their relationship from all of us and sleep on the same hospital bed. AND after that they had the guts to ask if I was okay with it" Pau paused

"Any comments? I know they are stupid you can tell them as well" Pau laughed along with your kids while you and Hector looked at each other longingly.

"How would you feel if we left the kids with their grandparents for a week and go on vacation on our own?" Hector asked, his lips touching the shell of your ear.

"Sure" you replied looking up at him with a smile

[floridaboiler]

source - https://www.facebook.com/groups/596033770497067

This is the 1938 Curtiss Aerocar Fifth-Wheel Trailer,

nicknamed the Vagabond.

Shown here attached to the 1938 REO Tractor.

The luxurious and expensive Aerocar trailer was built by Curtiss of Coral Gables, Florida, a firm also known for motorcycles and pioneering aircraft.

Nicknamed the "Vagabond" by Dr. Hubert Eaton of the Forest Lawn Memorial-Parks, it was outfitted for hunting excursions and to transport company executives on trips to inspect various real estate holdings.

Special features include a self-contained restroom and kitchen, comfortable seating for eight, cup holders, and an observation deck equipped with a speedometer, compass, and intercom for communication with the driver.

Though currently set up for day travel, the interior can be modified to sleep up to six passengers.

This dramatically styled rig was in regular use until retired by Forest Lawn Memorial Parks in 1991.

[crybabytoy59]

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

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

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

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

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

Her name was Susan..

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

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

Turned out we had lots in common with each other…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why the little smile you ?”

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

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

OMG I thought how cheesy 🤯

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She said …

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

Then blew her a 💋..

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

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

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

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

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

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

Almost instantly she text me back....

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

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

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

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

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

On with my rubber pants and baby grow...

Susan had messaged again....

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

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

I text back..

“Wess Mommy”

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

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

After sending that clip, another message came..

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

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

Again I sent the clip...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Panting now I sent the clip...

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

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

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

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

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

Fetish Rubber pants that seal completely.

Chocolate flavour laxatives.

7 White beach towels as fluffy as you can purchase.

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

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

Now Down too sleep baby princess Mommy loves you 💝

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

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

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

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

At work I was on cloud nine ! …

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

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

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

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

They were huge and very fluffy !

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

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

I looked at my watch in the queue !

Shit It was 4:40 ! ….

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

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

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

“Ok get ready for bed and message Mommy  !”

Her message seemed a bit short ? 

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

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

Sarah messaged me back …

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

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

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

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

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

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

My hands were shaking as I text back…

“I told a lie Mommy”

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

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

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

“Wess mommy”…

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

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

Half an hour later I messaged her ..

“Done Mommy”

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

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

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

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

The next morning…. 

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

Wess Mommy….

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

O M G !! 

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

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

“Ready Mommy”

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

Mommy will be with you soon bad girl !”

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

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

Then the spare room door opened..

I felt her hands on my shoulders ! 

“Well well have we been a good girl ?”

I shook my head…

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

Susan was pulling on my arm binder ! ..

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

“Take big Deep breaths for Mommy..!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Susan left the room I could hear her doing things… 

My mind running wild with thoughts !…

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

“Hold nice and still baby girl”

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

it had Winnie the Pooh characters on it .

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

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

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

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

“Headie back !”

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

I started gagging as she spoke to me ….

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

I burst out crying ….

I think this took her by surprise…

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

Susan removed the soap bar then … 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Someone is being naughty” 

As she tapped my now full on flag pole ! 

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

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

It was pure heaven.. 

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

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

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

“Clever Baby girlie just relax for Mommy”

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

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

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

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

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

Susan was playing with my nipples..

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

Susan smiled at me .. 

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

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

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

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

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

Susan kissed my cheek !

I was in quite a state !! . ..

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

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

20mins later I stood in my bike gear ..

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

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

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

Wess Mommy

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello Darling how was the ride? ..”

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

The woman turned to me and spoke directly to me.  

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

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

“Now let’s go and meet Stephanie …”

Susan took my hand..

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

to a door that said ..

“Stephanie’s nursery”

As I walked in Susan turned to me ..

“Close your eyes !”

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

I felt Susan take my jacket off ! 

Please Susan no …

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

I was stripped to my baby attire !

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

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

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

“Say hello to Stephanie  !”

They both laughed as my face went red !!

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

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

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

Nana asked me…

Susan spanked my rear to a loud thud !

“Answer your Nana !”

Wess Nana !… 

“Yes what baby Stephanie?”

I hwave my twoy in Nana 

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

I looked at Mommy …

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

 Nana was pulling out a bench ! 

I instantly recognised it as a Spanking bench ! …

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

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

She removed it as Mommy joined her....

“Handies on your head baby girlie!”

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

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

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

I wanted the ground to open up ! 

“Up on the bench princess !”

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

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

Nanna patted my rear ..

“What a clever baby !”

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

 She again patted my rear  …

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

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

Mommy came to my face . 

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

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

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

 “Wider madam ! Get that naughty Mouth Wider  !”

I forced my mouth open too its absolute Maximum !

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

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

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

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

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

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

That Mommy was now tugging on to tighten..

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

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

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

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

“Mommy start first baby girlie !”

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

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

Then Nana spanked me too !

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

Then Mommy spoke to me again …

“Big deep breath little Lady !”

Thwack ! ….

Mommy spanked me with a wooden paddle ! 

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

Six in all..

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

Mommy was at my face talking too me.

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

Thwack ! THWACK..!!

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

Then Mommy took over as Nana mocked me ..

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

Nana smiled at me Wicked !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Bring the boat to shore

~14k words | E | one-shot | part of a series | modern au/age gap

Ed sat up with a start as the intercom buzzed, cursing as he moved his leg, a sharp pain shooting from it. He could just… not open the door. He could stay here, ignore Stede, un-pause 10 Things I Hate About You and ask Lucius to bring the damn ice cream himself in exchange for the saucy details of his recent sex life, as long as Lucius was prepared to have him bawling on his shoulder. *** Ed buys a new motorcycle, but when he goes over to Stede's house to show him—and to tell him he loves him—things don't go as planned.

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The Luthor's Girl [I]

Lena was the first to meet her.

Kara Danvers had interviewed her as soon as she took over at L-corp, Lena she couldn't help but make the blonde blush every chance she got.

Lena thought she was the cutest little thing she had ever seen in her life.

Of course, she avoided trusting the blonde so quickly but that didn't stop her from fantasizing about her some nights.

When Lena found out that Kara wasn't really a reporter but that she had inspired her to be one, she couldn't help herself and kissed her.

Maybe it wasn't the smartest move – according to Lena – but she would repeat it as many times as necessary if it meant having the blonde on her fingers again and screaming her name when she climaxed.

But let's back up a little.

Of course Lena regretted 'attacking' the blonde like that, but when Kara grabbed her silk shirt so tightly that she could tear it if she wanted to, she changed her mind.

Lena's hands tangled in the blonde's hair, she pulled with some force, listening to how the blonde gasped and took the opportunity to insert her tongue into Kara's mouth. Lena growled when she heard the blonde moan as she let the black haired girl have control of her, Lena was ecstatic to see how Kara responded to her.

Lena could feel Kara's tongue desperately seeking to tangle with hers. Lena sucked on the blonde's tongue, swallowing her moan and feeling her hips move in response.

Lena broke away from her kiss and removed one of her hands from the blonde's hair, Kara's pupils were completely dilated, the blue sky had become a storm in which Lena wanted to get lost.

“Jess,” she spoke as she pressed the intercom button, “cancel all my meetings, everyone leaves early today.”

Lena did not wait for an answer but moved to sit in her chair, with a sign, she indicated to Kara to face her, remaining between the desk and the chair, Kara obeyed immediately, letting out a small submissive streak that Lena knew that she had.

Not caring if she looked needy or made a bad impression, Lena stood up and ripped Kara's shirt, sending the buttons flying all over the office. The black haired woman looked appreciatively at the blue lace underwear, Lena raised an eyebrow and looked at the blonde.

"Lace?" Lena asked as she ran her nails along Kara's abdomen.

“I want you to find me desirable,” Kara murmured, looking away.

Lena growled, frowned, her eyes turned cold and she worried Kara had said something she shouldn't say.

“When I stop finding you desirable, as you say, it is because I will be dead or someone has impersonated me.”

Lena kissed Kara again, but she decided to do it slower, she wanted Kara to feel that the black-haired woman not only wanted something sexual with her but that she wanted everything.

After that day, Kara and Lena started seeing each other more often. Lena invited the blonde on outings to restaurants and her penthouse where they ended up with Kara against the glass of the balcony and Lena behind her pushing her fingers or a toy inside her.

Although of course, Kara was not far behind, she invited Lena to “sleepovers” and game nights with her friends and her sister. Alex didn't trust the black-haired girl much, but a conversation they had made her see how wrong she was.

Alex realized – with too much discomfort – that Lena Luthor pampered her sister, perhaps too much.

It all started in an innocent way that was of little concern.

Candies.

Donuts.

Postickers.

Things that anyone could buy.

Alex began to become alarmed when she realized that there was a donut shop called Kara's in which Kara was listed as the owner. An alarmed Alex called Kara to tell her and her sister only responded with a very excited “OMG-Alex-Lena-gave-me-a-donut-store.” Of course, after hearing that, Alex grabbed her license plate, got on her motorcycle and headed towards L-Corp.

...

Alexandra stopped in front of L-Corp, some people around looked at her as if she were crazy.

The redhead didn't say anything and she just flashed her FBI badge, allowing her easy entry into the building. The workers whispered as she walked down the hallway towards the elevator but she didn't care in the slightest, not at all, she went with one goal in mind and that was to know what the hell Lena Luthor wanted with her sister.

She knew that Lena Luthor was filthy rich but that didn't mean she could buy her sister like she was a prostitute, of course not.

Alex did not realize at the time that she climbed the 79 floors but the 'ping' alerted her that she had reached her destination.

The doors had not opened completely when the redhead was already reaching the office with long strides.

Alex slammed the door open and saw Lena sitting behind her desk. Not even Jess's screams made Alex stop.

“What do you want from my sister?”

Lena raised an eyebrow. “Good afternoon, Alexandra.” The black-haired woman got up from her seat and walked around her desk, standing in front of Alex. “I don't want something from your sister, I want your sister.”

Alexandra got bigger “So you are buying her to achieve that?”

Lena's eyes flashed dangerously, she walked up to Alex and jabbed a finger into her chest. “I'll only tell you two things, Alexandra Danvers, never compare your sister to a freeloader again and never think that I need to buy Kara's affection.”

Alex swallowed and took a few steps back.

“Do you need anything else, Agent Danvers?” Lena asked.

Alex denied and Lena indicated with one hand where her exit was.

After that altercation Alex made sure to stay on Lena Luthor's good side.

...

Then Saskia met Kara.

That was the best kept secret of the Luthor Family: Lionel had not had one bastard daughter, there had been three.

Saskia was older than Lena by two minutes, both sisters got along quite well and had similar tastes in many things.

Including the girls.

Lena had told Saskia about Kara, which piqued the eldest's curiosity, so Saskia decided to meet Kara Danvers in person.

It was Monday when Saskia arrived at Catco, thanks to her sister she knew that Kara's stall was on the tenth floor, she searched all the stalls until she immediately recognized her by the blonde hair in a ponytail and the blue tie-collar shirt that she wore showed her arms.

Saskia approached her prey like a predator, she realized that Kara didn't hear the sound of her heels.

The black haired woman pulled Kara's chair towards her with one hand and with the other she grabbed Kara's hair and pulled hers hard enough to make the blonde girl pull her head back and kiss her hard. The entire office held its breath, everyone watched as someone who looked just like Lena Luthor was eating Kara Danvers with her mouth and like this she let herself be done.

Saskia separated from her when she heard the moan that Kara let out, the black-haired woman looked at how the blonde's iris had completely disappeared and her pupils were completely dilated.

"Who are you?" Kara whispered the question so that only Saskia could hear it. The black-haired woman was about to clear her throat when they separated completely.

Standing with her arms crossed, Andrea Rojas looked from the black-haired girl to the blonde and vice versa. Since Andrea took command of Catco she did everything possible to get Kara's attention, the fact that the blonde knew Lena Luthor was only a small stone in Andrea's way.

“Luthor.” Andrea acknowledged the woman with a nod.

“Rojas.” Saskia made her displeasure clear.

Both women locked gazes until something flashed in Saskia's eyes. No one missed the interaction between the two most powerful women in National City, there were even some who were live streaming everything that was happening.

"Kara Danvers." The blonde answered the phone and Saskia took the opportunity to play with some strands at the nape of Kara's neck. Andrea witnessed how Kara moved her body slightly towards the black-haired woman and how Saskia was happy about that. Neither of them paid attention to the conversation Kara was having; Saskia was too busy fantasizing about the blonde and Andrea was too busy thinking about how to get the black-haired girl out of her building. Kara ended the call and felt something hard poke her arm. She looked at Saskia and realized that her arm was stuck to the woman's crotch.

Saskia moved away from her a little when Kara moved the chair and stood up, running her hand over the black-haired girl's crotch subtly. "It's my lunch time." Kara grabbed her bag and gave Saskia a knowing look and a polite smile at Andrea.

Saskia quickly put a hand on her lower back, dangerously close to her ass, and directed her to the elevator for the star interviewees. Both women waited for the elevator to arrive and entered. Saskia, as the doors closed, quickly punched the parking button and then cornered Kara against one of the walls to kiss her fiercely.

Saskia tangled her hands in Kara's hair and she had one of her hands on the black-haired woman's suit jacket.

Saskia tried not to move her hips but the hand massaging her cock didn't make it so easy.

The black-haired girl sucked, licked and bit her blonde's neck, hypnotized by seeing how Kara turned into putty in her hands. Saskia almost moaned when Kara removed her hand from her cock, but seconds later a moan – that could be considered pornographic – came from her throat.

Kara grabbed the black-haired girl's butt and pushed her erection closer to her blonde.

The elevator stopped and the two women were separated by just a few centimeters. Saskia, not caring about anything about her, dragged Kara off of her and towards her car. Kara was about to laugh at the black-haired girl's excitement but instead she bit her lip.

Saskia braked and unlocked the car, Kara studied it for a few seconds and decided it was a good idea to ruin the upholstery a little.

Saskia kissed her again and put the blonde a little roughly into the vehicle, the black-haired woman climbed on top of the blonde and locked the door. At that moment she was more than grateful to have tinted windows. In one accurate movement, Saskia hit Kara's intimacy with her erection.

Saskia moaned.

Kara grabbed the black-haired girl's hips and rubbed herself against Saskia.

Saskia was sure that Kara Danvers would be the death of her.

A too pleasant death.

Saskia pulled away a little and looked at Kara, her face was flushed, her hair looked wild and her eyes promised heaven.

They stripped each other of their clothes in a mess of hands, Kara looked from Saskia's lace bra to the boxer briefs that were tight in the front. Kara reached up a little and removed the bra without any problem. She touched, patted and squeezed the black-haired woman's breasts, making her moan.

Kara's hands moved down to her boxers, she patted them over the fabric. Saskia moaned and moved her hips towards Kara's hands but she froze when she felt her cock make skin-to-skin contact with the blonde's hand.

Saskia was certain that if she hadn't come it was because she had too much willpower not to.

Kara looked at Saskia's cock, it could easily measure 6 inches long and almost half her wrist wide, Kara licked her lips and brought the cock towards her pussy lips, Saskia grabbed her wrists and pulled them away from her cock, immediately shee regretted it as he felt the loss of heat from the blonde's skin.

Saskia held Kara's wrists above her head, she teased a little, watching as the blonde squirmed on her and moved her hips, trying to get more friction. Saskia slowly entered Kara, letting her get used to the size of her. Saskia moved her hips in a regular manner, alternating between clean thrusts and circular movements.

It never occurred to her to stimulate Kara more. The blonde tried to get the black-haired girl to increase speed but she couldn't. Kara watched as Saskia's tits moved, as those hard nipples called to her.

Saskia hit a particularly sensitive spot in Kara and this is arching. Kara moved her mouth to Saskia's tits and started sucking on them. Saskia began to increase the speed of her thrusts. Both women felt the car moving but they had little interest in that. Kara bit the nipple and felt Saskia tense up.

"I'm going to come, Kara," the black-haired girl moaned.

"Raise me!" Kara shouted "Please raise me!"

Saskia looked at the blonde below her. "Is that what you want?" She asked "May I fill you with my sperm and make you a son?"

Saskia felt how Kara's silky walls squeezed her cock in response, the black-haired woman released the blonde's wrists and grabbed her hips tightly, giving increasingly stronger thrusts.

Kara grabbed Saskia's ass with her hands, kneaded it and with one finger began to probe the black-haired girl's shit hole, in an unexpected movement, Kara inserted her finger.

Saskia screamed her orgasm and felt ropes and ropes of cum shooting towards Kara's walls. The black-haired woman felt how the blonde beneath her reached orgasm in a muffled scream.

Saskia collapsed on top of Kara, both trying to come down from the orgasmic levels they had reached.

“Well,” Kara broke the silence. "Can I say that it is a real pleasure to meet you Saskia."

Saskia laughed and shook her head.

Neither of them saw the brunette that she was in one of the columns near the vehicle or that she had her cell phone in her hand, recording everything.

A few days later Kara got sick, so Kieran decided to go and visit the blonde and bring her some chicken soup.

Kieran was the youngest of the three sisters by two minutes and also the one the sisters protected the most.

Kieran knocked on the door of the blonde's apartment and when she received no response, she decided to use the key that Lena had given her.

The black-haired woman entered and called the blonde but no one answered. Worried, Kieran left everything on the kitchen island and hurried to the blonde's room. Kieran opened several doors until she found the blonde's room.

Kieran approached the bundle that was on the bed, the blonde hair was sticking out from between the covers, Kieran moved the bundle a little and managed to hear a moan, the black-haired woman let out the air that she didn't know she was holding.

"Kara" called "Kara, wake up."

The blonde moved a little but still didn't wake up. Kieran decided to take the covers off Kara, but when she saw what she was wearing she immediately regretted it. The blonde was in her panties and most likely she was shivering from a fever and not from the cold.

Kieran touched Kara's forehead and became alarmed, she immediately ran out of the room, went to the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the water run as cold as possible. The black-haired woman took off her shoes, socks, jacket and shirt, leaving herself in a bra and pants. She quickly left the bathroom, returned to the bedroom, and scooped Kara into her arms.

The blonde tried to fight and break free from the hold but Kieran wouldn't allow it. Kieran hesitated at the moment when she was going to get into the shower with the blonde, but she quickly changed her mind, pulled Kara closer to her and both women entered the shower.

When the blonde felt the cold water, she screamed.

Kara struggled against Kieran's hold. The blonde scratched and tried to push the black-haired girl but the truth was that it was like watching a puppy fight against its mother.

When Kieran got her and Kara out of the shower, the blonde wasn't shivering as much anymore and her temperature wasn't as high anymore, Kieran was able to breathe when she realized that but she still had to dry and dress the blonde which she did.

She sent a message to Lena, talking about the situation and asking for help finding out where the blonde's underwear was located.

Kieran was nervous, but seeing that Kara wasn't shaking as much anymore, she decided to get some advil and water ready to give to the blonde when she was a little more conscious of herself.

When Kieran finally noticed that Kara was starting to feel better, she was able to breathe a little and detail the blonde's apartment. She didn't expect to meet her like that but she was grateful for the outcome, at least she could be with her and take care of her during the night.

[freek12569]

🙈Invisible relationships🙈

or

au, the description of which I didn't come up with

au masterlist

main masterlist

Genre: fluff, smau+written

Warnings: English not my first language, fem!reader, use of Y/N, little kiss on cheek, that's all i guess

Sunday 6:52 p.m

At that moment the intercom rang throughout the apartment

Y/N locked her phone and put it in her jeans pocket. Today, Y/N wore a black T-shirt and jeans. A leather jacket on top and Converse on her feet. The brunette simply straightened her hair and left it loose. After examining herself in the mirror, Y/N quickly went down to the street and froze in place. And when did Bang get a motorcycle?

"What are we standing there for, princess?" Chris grinned "A prince on an iron horse doesn't suit you?"

"Yours?" Y/N asked, approaching the guy.

"This evening is ours" Chris handed the girl the helmet, got behind the rudder and started his iron horse.

Y/N put on her helmet and sat behind the guy. Chris stepped on the gas and the motorcycle started moving. The brunette hugged him tightly from behind and pressed herself closer. The motorcycle was moving at a tremendous speed. Adrenaline was boiling in her blood. Y/N unclasped her arms, spreading them out to the sides, and felt the freedom that seemed to spread throughout her entire body. Chris stopped the motorcycle near the entrance to the park. Y/N got off the motorcycle and took off her helmet.

“You must be joking” the girl’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

They stopped at an amusement park. The amusement park they loved to go to together. Used to.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Bang asked, raising an eyebrow. "Come on, princess, you know you'll like this."

Chris and Y/N spent the evening riding various rides and eating cotton candy. It was an evening full of laughter and awkward situations. That evening, the old Chris was next to Y/N. No, not Chris, it was Chan. Her Chan. The one she once fell in love with. And it seemed like those feelings were coming back.

10:57 p.m

The couple walked towards the motorcycle. They were so close to each other that their hands were almost touching. They were literally a stone's throw from the exit of the park when Y/N remembered a place.

“I remembered something,” she grabbed Chan by the hand and pulled him to the side, passing between the trees.

"If you want to rape me in the forest, I don’t mind at all,” the guy grinned.

Y/N didn't answer and only quickened her pace, pushing aside the tree branches. After walking a few dozen meters, the couple stopped. There was a large clearing in front of them. While they were friends, they often ran here. How many tears were shed here. How much laughter. How many conversations there were here. But there was also one single promise. To always be together, no matter what.

"Y/N," Chan whispered, squeezing the girl's hand tighter, "forgive me. Forgive me for being such an idiot and an asshole. I don't know what came over me then. It was just popularity that went to my head. Will you forgive me?" He looked at Y/N. She only nodded at his question. "Friends?"

"Friends" and Y/N hugged the guy tightly.

11:59 p.m

Y/N and Chan were standing near the girl's entrance. Y/N was nervously shifting from foot to foot, not knowing what to say. But then something seemed to affect her.

"Thank you for the evening," Y/N quickly left a kiss on Bang's cheek and disappeared behind the entrance door.

The girl quickly climbed the stairs to her floor, entered the apartment and, going into her room, collapsed onto the bed, smiling dreamily and closing her eyes.

After lying like that for a few minutes, Y/N decided to make herself some tea. When the tea was ready and Y/N was sitting in the kitchen with a mug in her hands, a message came to her phone.

After this message, the girl felt an unpleasant pang in her chest. Jealousy? Possibly.

Having sent the last message for the day, Y/N quickly finished her slightly cooled tea and lay down on the bed, trying to figure out herself and the guys. Her feelings about the two

If only she knew who that girl was.

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Sympathy For The Devil

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

*(y/n)'s POV*

"Come on!" Dean shouts as he grabs both me and Sam and pulls us away from the sigil. We run but the doors slam shut. We go and rattle the door but it wouldn't budge and the light was seeping through the door. Then there was a high-pitch noise sounding out in the room. Sam looks at me and Dean then we look back at the light, I squeeze my eyes shut then cover my ears and fall to my knees, as does the boys.

Suddenly, everything stopped and it felt like I was sitting on something. I open my eyes and realized that I was sitting in a plane. I look to my right and see Sam sitting next to me in the seat and I turn left to see Dean in a seat across the side aisle of it. "What the hell?" Dean asked us, the look of astonished and shock on his face. "I don't know." I said and I look over at Sam, who shrugs and shakes his head.

"Folks, quick word from the flight deck. We're just passing over Ilchester, then Ellicott City, on our initial descent into Baltimore—" the pilot on the intercom said and I turn to Dean. "Ilchester? Weren't we just there?" I asked him and he nods.

"So if you'd like to stretch your legs, now would be a good time to—Holy crap!" the pilot exclaimed and then the plane shakes and goes off kilter, people were thrown around and screaming. Oxygen masks drop down and the boys and I grab our masks as a white light outside the window grows blinding, the high-pitched noise coming back.

*3rd Person POV*

"And Governor O'Malley urged calm, saying it's very unlikely an abandoned convent would be a target for terrorists, either foreign or homegrown." the radio announcer said through the radio of the rented car Sam and Dean got. (Y/n) had gotten her motorcycle back after the boys took her back to Cold Springs, she follows close behind them as they ride throw town.

"Change the station." Dean tells Sam and he pokes a button on the digital radio.

"—Hurricane Kinley, unexpectedly slamming into the Galveston area—"

"—announced a successful test of the North Korean nuclear—"

"—a series of tremors—"

"—swine flu—"

The radio shuts off and Sam sighs as silence befalls the brothers. "Dean, look—" Sam starts to say but Dean shakes his head. "Don't say anything." he said and there was a pause of silence. "It's okay. We just got to keep our heads down and hash this out, all right?" Dean said. "Yeah, okay." Sam mutters.

"All right, well, first things first—How did we end up on Soul Plane?" Dean asked. "Angels, maybe? I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm's way?" Sam suggests. "Well, whatever. It's the least of our worries. We need to find Cas and Ariel." Dean said and Sam turns his head. "Who's Ariel?" Sam asked. "She's another angel. Didn't really get to know her much but...after we find them, I've got some questions for her." Dean said as they continue to drive.

The trio walk through Chuck's devastated house. Suddenly,  there was a nois and they both turn but nothing. They keep looking around until Chuck jumps out and hits Sam on the head with a toilet plunger. Sam stumbles back, hand to his head. "Geez! Ow!" he shouts.

"Sam." Chuck said, confused. "Yeah!" Sam yells. "Hey, Chuck." Dean and (y/n) said and Chuck stares at them then back to Sam. "So...you're okay?" he asked him. "Well, my head hurts." Sam groans. "No, I mean—I mean, my—My last vision. You went, like, full-on Vader. Your body temperature was one-fifty. Your heart rate was two hundred. Your eyes were black." Chuck said and (y/n) furrows her brow.

"Your eyes went black?" she asked Sam, who looks back over his shoulder. "I didn't know." he said. "Where's Cas and Ariel?" Dean asked Chuck. "They're dead. Or gone. The archangel smote the crap out of them. I'm sorry." Chuck said, sadly. "You're sure? I mean, maybe they just vanished into the light or something." (y/n) said, in denial. "Oh, no. Both of them, like, exploded. Like a water balloon of chunky soup." Chuck said.

Sam takes a closer look at Chuck and waves a hand at his own left ear. "You got a—" he said and Chuck waves a hand at his own right ear. "Uh...right here?" he asked and Sam indicates the other side of Chuck's head. "Uh, the..." Sam said as Chuck feels at his hair.

"Oh. Oh, God." Chuck groans as he pulls something out. "Is that a molar? Do I have a molar in my hair?" he asked and the trio noticed that it was, indeed, a molar. "This has been a really stressful day." Chuck grumbles whole Dean sighs.

"Cas, you stupid bastard." Dean mutters. "Stupid? He and Ariel werr trying to help us." (y/n) said to him. "Yeah, exactly." Dean exclaims.

"So, what now?" Sam asked. "I don't know." Dean yells. "Oh, crap." Chuck said, looking uncomfortable. "What?" (y/n) asked him. "I can feel them." Chuck said, upset. "Thought we'd find you here." a voice said and the boys and (y/n) turn around to see Zachariah and two other angels standing behind them.

"Playtime's over, Dean. Time to come with us." Zachariah said and Dean points at him. "You just keep your distance, asshat." Dean growls. "You're upset." Zachariah said, unfazed. "Yeah. A little. You sons of bitches jump-started judgment day!" Dean shouts. "Maybe we let it happen. We didn't start anything. Right, Sammy?" Zachariah said and he winks at Sam, who looks down in guilt.

"You had a chance to stop your brother, and you couldn't. So let's not quibble over who started what. Let's just say it was all our faults and move on. 'Cause like it or not, it's Apocalypse Now. And we're back on the same team again." Zachariah said. "Is that so?" Dean asked, suspiciously. "You want to kill the devil. We want you to kill the devil. It's...synergy." said Zachariah.

"And I'm just supposed to trust you?" Dean asked then he shakes his head. "Cram it with walnuts, ugly." he spat and Zachariah starts to get angry. "This isn't a game, son. Lucifer is powerful in ways that defy description. We need to strike now, hard and fast—before he finds his vessel." Zachariah said.

"His vessel? Lucifer needs a meat suit?" (Y/n) asked, confused. "He is an angel. Them's the rules. And when he touches down, we're talking Four Horsemen, red oceans, fiery skies—the greatest hits." Zachariah said then he turns to Dean. "You can stop him, Dean, but you need our help." he said. "You listen to me, you two-faced douche. After what you did, I don't want jack squat from you!" Dean yells, angrily.

"You listen to me, boy! You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did?" Zachariah asked but then he noticed Dean's hand was bleeding. "You're bleeding." he points out. "Oh, yeah—a little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up." Dean said and he slaps his bloody hand on an Angel Banishing Sigil drawn behind a door. "No!" Zachariah shouts and Sam, (y/n) and Chuck flinch as a white light flashes and the angels vanish.

"Learned that from my friend Cas, you son of a bitch." Dean spat. "This sucks ass." Chuck sighs, depressed.

Sam rushes down a staircase, past a couple making out, and enters the motel. Dean loads a gun while (y/n) sat on the bed, her hands clasped in front of her face. Sam enters the room. "Hey." Dean said as (y/n) raises her head to him. "Hey." Sam said as he closes the door, pulls something out of his shirt, and tosses it to Dean. Dean catches it and examines it. "Here. Hex bags. No way the angels will find us with those. Demons, either, for that matter." Sam said as (y/n) looks over at it.

"Where'd you get it?" she asked him. "I made it." Sam replied. "How?" Dean and (y/n) asked. Sam hesitates long enough for Dean and (y/n) to look up at him. "I...I learned it from Ruby." Sam said and Dean puts the gun down and approaches Sam.

"Speaking of. How you doing? Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?" he asked him. "I-it's weird. Uh, tell you the truth, I'm fine. No shakes, no fever. It's like whoever...put me on that plane cleaned me right up." Sam said. "Supernatural methadone." (y/n) jokes. "Yeah, I guess." Sam said and he pauses.

"Guys--" he started to say but Dean interrupts him. "Sam." He said as he turns away. "It's okay. You don't have to say anything." he said. "Well, that's good. Because what can I even say? I'm sorry? I screwed up? Doesn't really do it justice, you know? Look, there's nothing I can do or say that will ever make this right—" Sam said. "So why do you keep bringing it up?!" Dean asked, loudly, and Sam sighs while (y/n) jumped slightly at this. 

Dean then turns back to him. "Look, all I'm saying is, why do we have to put this under a microscope? We made a mess. We clean it up. That's it." he said and Sam nods. "All right, so, say this is just any other hunt. You know? What do we do first?" Dean asked. "We'd, uh, figure out where the thing is." Sam said. "All right. So we just got to find...the devil." (y/n) said, giving a slight shrug.

Meanwhile, a woman named Becky, whose bedroom walls have poster-size prints of the covers of Carver Edlund's Supernatural: Route 667 and Supernatural: The Benders, sits at her computer, typing and reading aloud. "And then Sam touched—" she stopped then shakes her head, backspace a bit then continues to write. "No. —caressed (y/n)'s clavicle with one hand and her cheek with the other. 'This is wrong,' said (y/n). 'You know I'm with Dean.' She said but her eyes were filled with lust and excitement. 'Then I don't want to be right,' replied Sam, in a husky voice, and he leans into her and presses a firm kiss to (y/n)'s lips. She was shocked at first but then excitement overtakes her as she wraps her arms around Sam's strong, broad shoulders."

Suddenly, she gets a message which appears on her screen: CARVER EDLUND CALLING. She frowns and clicks Accept. The window expands to a videophone: it's Chuck. He glances over his shoulder and back while Becky covers her mouth, excited enough that it causes her difficulty speaking.

"Oh...my...God. You. You're..." she stammers, excitedly. "Carver Edlund, yeah. Hi, Becky." Chuck said. "You got my letters. And my marzipan." Becky exclaims while Chuck can't quite meet her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Um...yummy. But, uh—" he stammers. "I am your number-one fan. You know, I'm samlicker81." she said.

"I'm sorry. You're—You're what?" Chuck asked. "Webmistress at morethanjustfriends dot net?" Becky said. "Oh. Yeah. No, yeah. You're my...number-one fan." he said and Becky grins. "That's why I contacted you. You're the only one who will believe me." he said, looking heavenward.

Becky frowns, concerned. "Are you all right?" she asked. "No. I'm being watched. Okay, not, not now—at least, I don't think so. But I don't have much time. I need your help." Chuck said and Becky switches back to overexcited. "You need my help?" she asked, excitedly. 

"That's right. I need you to get a message to Sam, Dean and (y/n). Okay?" He said and Becky sighs, reality intruding. "Look, Mr. Edlund...Yes, I'm a fan, but I really don't appreciate being mocked. I know that Supernatural's just a book, okay? I know the difference between fantasy and reality." she said, sternly. "Becky, it's all real." Chuck said, frantically. And Becky snaps back to overexcitedness. "I knew it!" she screams.

Back at the hotel, Sam stares at John's journal while (y/n) and Dean were watching TV. (Y/n) was sitting up on the bed while Dean was laying across the bed, his head on her lap. "How would you then explain an earthquake, a hurricane, and multiple tornadoes, all at the same time, all around the globe?" the man on the TV asked to an environmentalist. "Two words. Carbon emissions." he said and (y/n) shakes her head in disbelief at this as she runs her fingers through Dean's hair. "Yeah, right, wavy gravy." Dean scoffs, sarcastically.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Dean sits up, quickly, and pulls his gun as (y/n) pulls her own gun while Sam answers the door. It's Becky, who is excited she's having trouble breathing.

"You okay, lady?" Sam asked her. "Sam...is it really you?" she asked him, her voice shaking. Sam glances back at Dean and (y/n). Becky steps closer and puts a hand on Sam's chest. "And you're so firm." she said and Sam raises an eyebrow at her.

"Uh, do I know you?" he asked her and Becky pulls back. Sam continues to stare, bewildered, while Dean and (y/n) share a look. "No. But I know you. You're Sam Winchester." Becky said then she looks over at (y/n). "Oh my God! You're (y/n) (l/n)! You're so pretty!" Becky exclaimed and (y/n) furrows her brow in confusion. "Uh, thank you?" (Y/n) said, not sure how to take this, then Becky looks at Dean, who's staring at her, his gun hand out of sight.

"And you're—not what I pictured." she said, a bit disappointed, to Dean, who seemed a bit offended. "I'm Becky." She introduced as she pushes past Sam into the room. "I read all about you guys. And I've even written a few—" she said then she glances down, giggling a little.

"Anyway, Mr. Edlund told me where you were." She said and Dean and (y/n) stand up. "Chuck?" Dean asked as Sam closes the door. "He's got a message, but he's being watched. Angels. Nice change-up to the mythology, by the way. The demon stuff was getting kind of old." Becky said. "Right. Just, um...what's the message?" Sam asked her.

"He had a vision. The Michael sword is on earth. The angels lost it." Becky said. "The Michael sword?" (y/n) asked, confusion. "Becky, does he know where it is?" Sam asked him. "In a castle, on a hill made of forty-two dogs." she replied. "Forty-two dogs?" Dean said, confused.  "Are...you sure you got that right?" Sam asked her. "It doesn't make sense, but that's what he said." Becky said then she steps closer to Sam.

"I memorized every word." She said then she touches Sam's chest. "For you." she said and Sam glances at Dean and (y/n) then back down at Becky. "Um, Becky, c—uh, can you...quit touching me?" he asked her. "No." she whispers and (y/n) bites her lips as she holds back a laugh.

*(y/n) POV*

After the crazy girl left, we called up Bobby to come see us. Few hours later, there was a knock at the door and Dean goes to open it, revealing Bobby. "Hey, Bobby." Dean said and he and Bobby hug. "Hey..." I greet him and Bobby goes to hug me too.

"Good to see you three all in one piece." Bobby said as he goes to hug Sam and Dean closes the door. "You weren't followed, were you?" Dean asked him. "You mean by angels, demons, or Sam's new superfan?" Bobby asked and Sam and I laugh.

"You heard." Sam said. "I heard, Romeo." Bobby jokes and Sam rolls his eyes. "So...sword of Michael, huh?" Bobby asked. "You think we're talking about the actual sword from the actual archangel?" I asked Bobby. "You better friggin' hope so." Bobby said.

Minutes later, Bobby opens a book to a painting of Michael surrounded by other angels. In this painting, Michael looks like a winged woman and the other angels like naked babies with wings. "That's Michael. Toughest son of a bitch they got." Bobby said as Sam flips to another painting. Again, Michael has a feminine face.

"You kidding me? Tough? That guy looks like Cate Blanchett." Dean jokes and I chuckle. "Well, I wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alley, believe me. He commands the heavenly host. During the last big dust-up upstairs, he's the one who booted Lucifer's ass to the basement. Did it with that sword." Bobby said as he points to the sword in the painted Michael's hand.

"So if we can find it..." Bobby said. "We can kick the devil's ass all over again." I said and Bobby nods. "All right. So, where do we start?" Sam asked. "Divvy up and start reading—try and make sense of Chuck's nonsense." Bobby said and Sam gets up and heads for a pile of old books and stares at the books for a long moment, not reaching for them.

"Kid? You all right?" Bobby asked then Sam turns to Bobby. "No, actually. Bobby, this is all my fault. I'm sorry." he said. "Sam..." Dean and I said, warningly. "Lilith did not break the final seal. Lilith was the final seal." Sam explains. "Sam, stop it." Dean yells but Sam continues.

"I killed her, and I set Lucifer free." Sam admits and Bobby looked taken aback. "You what?" he said, shocked. "You guys warned me about Ruby, the demon blood, but I didn't listen. I brought this on." Sam said while Dean and I don't say anything.

Bobby then stands and walks closer to Sam. "You're damn right you didn't listen. You were reckless and selfish and arrogant." he yells at Sam. "I'm sorry." Sam said, apologetically. "Oh, yeah? You're sorry you started Armageddon? This kind of thing don't get forgiven, boy. If, by some miracle, we pull this off...I want you to lose my number. You understand me?" Bobby yells at Sam, who nods. Dean doesn't protest but I couldn't hold back.

"Bobby, isn't that a bit harsh? I mean, yes, Sam screwed up but we are gonna fix it." I defended and Bobby turns to me. "Don't you dare argue with me, girl." Bobby growls at me and I glare at him. "I'll do whatever the hell I want!" I yelled while Dean holds me back.

"(Y/n), it's okay." Sam tells me then he sighs. "There's an old church nearby. Maybe I'll go read some of the lore books there." Sam tells Bobby. "Yeah. You do that." Bobby growls and Sam starts to leave the room. "I'll go with him." I said then I walk pass Dean and glare at Bobby as I walk up to Sam and we leave the room.

As Sam shuts the door behind us, I curse under my breath. "Can't believe him..." I muttered and Sam sighs. "(Y/n), I appreciate you standing up for me but...honestly, I deserve it." Sam said and I turn to him. "No, you don't." I said. "Yes, I do. This is all my fault. I didn't listen to you or Dean." He said and I frown. 

“Sam you didn’t know what was gonna happen.” I said. “That doesn’t make it alright. I…I started the apocalypse (Y/n).” Sam said. “I know and we’ll fix it.” I assured him. Sam shakes his head and looks down. “Hey.” I said softly, place my hand on his arm. Sam lifted his head slightly to look at me. “We will Sam. I know things are pretty mess up right now, but all that matters is that we’re all together again. Let’s just take this one step at a time.” I said.

“Aren’t you mad at me? For Ruby and everything else?” Sam asked. “Of course I’m mad.” I replied, slightly raising my voice a little by accident. Sam nodded and looks down again, like a dog that’s knows it’s in trouble.

“But you’re still my best friend Sam.” I added and Sam look up to meet my eyes. “And I can’t blame you for wanting to kill Lilith. I still think about that horrible night we lost Dean and those four terrible months we had to live without him, because of her. Honestly I think a part of me would have done the same and that scares me.” I explained, averting my gaze as I felt tears building up from thinking about Dean’s death.

I roughly wipe my eyes and look back up at Sam. “But what’s done is done and right now…I’m just glad you’re okay.” I said. Sam smiles, tearfully, and steps closer, to hug me. “Thank you, (Y/n).” He whispered, burying his face in my shoulder. “Anytime Sammy.” I said, patting his back, reassuringly.

*3rd Person POV*

Bobby and Dean were sitting, doing research, when Bobby speaks up. "I never would have guessed that your daddy was right." He said. "About what?" Dean asked him. "About your brother." Bobby replied and Dean looks up

"What John said—you save Sam or kill him. Maybe..." Bobby trails off. "Maybe what?" Dean asked him. "Maybe we shouldn't have tried so hard to save him." Bobby said. "Bobby." Dean said, exasperated.

"He ended the world, Dean. And you, (y/n) and I weren't strong enough to stop him proper. That's on us. I'm just saying, your dad was right." Bobby said then an idea comes to Dean. "Dad." he mutters then he rummages through his bag and pulls out a plastic Ziplock full of cards. "It's got to be in here somewhere." Dean mutters.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Bobby asked. "Here." said Dean as he pulls a card out and reads it. Bobby stands up as Dean walks over to him. "I don't believe it." Dean whispers. "What the hell is it?" Bobby asked. "It's a card for my dad's lockup in upstate New York. Read it." he said and Bobby takes the card.

"Castle Storage. 42 Rover Hill." He reads. "Castle on a hill of forty-two dogs." Dean recites as he takes the card back. "So you think your dad had the Michael sword all this time?" Bobby asked. "I don't know. I'm not sure what else Chuck could have meant." Dean said. "Yeah. Okay. It's good enough for me." Bobby said before he attacks Dean, knocking him through the barrier between the kitchenette and the beds.

Bobby then yanks Dean up and slams him down again as his eyes go black.

Bobby grabs Dean by the throat and drags him to his feet just as a female demon enters, a male demon came up behind her. "I always knew you were a big, dumb, slow, dim pain in the ass, Dean. But I never dreamed you were so V.I.P." the female demon said then she sees Ruby's knife on the table and picks it up. "I mean, you're gonna ice the devil? You? If I'd have known that, I'd have ripped your pretty, pretty face off ages ago." she said as she turns to Dean

"Ruby." Dean said and the female demon shakes her head. "Try again. Go back further." She said, a small smile forming on her face, and Dean's face lights up with realization. "Meg?" he said and her smile grows. "Hi. These are the days of miracle and wonder, Dean. Our father's among us. You know we're all dreaming again for the first time since we were human? It's heaven on earth. Or hell. We really owe your brother a fruit basket." she said and Dean rolls his eyes. "My God, you like the sound of your own voice." he snarks.

"But you, on the other hand, you're the only bump in the road. So every demon—every single one—is just dying for a piece of you." Meg said and Dean smirks. "Get in line." Dean said. "Oh, I'm in the front of the line, baby. Let's ride." she said then she kisses Dean.

"What is that, peanut butter?" Dean asked after she pulls back from the kiss. "You know, your surrogate daddy's still awake screaming in there. And I want him to know how it feels slicing the life out of you." Meg said and she hands the knife to Bobby, who raises it to Dean's throat as he struggles.

"Bobby!" Dean shouts and Bobby looks back at Meg. "Now!" Meg shouts and Bobby raises the knife to stab Dean. "Bobby! No!" Dean yells and the black fades from Bobby's eyes. The knife comes down and Bobby flashes gold as the demon in him dies, Bobby had stabbed himself. He collapses as Dean rushes Meg and the male demon.

The male demon slams Dean into the wall then the floor. Sam and (y/n) enter and see Bobby on the floor, bleeding, and Dean getting beaten.

"No!" Sam and (y/n) shouted when Meg turns to them. "Heya, Sammy and (y/n). You two miss me? 'Cause I sure missed both of you." she said. "Meg?" Sam said and she grins. Sam swings and misses then Meg kicks him in the crotch and knocks him to the ground while the male demon continues to beat Dean up.

"It's not so easy without those super-special demon powers, huh, Sammy?" Meg said a she goes to punch Sam but then her and her comrade were thrown off of the boys. "He may not have them, but I still do." (Y/n) growls as her hand was held out towards Meg then Dean grabs the knife out of Bobby's stomach and stabs the male demon in the chest, killing him.

Meg tries to get up but (y/n) uses her power to hold her down. "Besides, you and me have some unfinished business, bitch." (Y/n) growls but then Meg screams and smokes out of the woman, who collapses. (Y/n) lowers her hand and let's out a heavy sigh at this then her and Dean share a look.

*(y/n)'s POV*

The boys and I burst into a hospital emergency room, Sam and Dean carrying Bobby. "Need some help here!" Dean shouts as we run in. "What happened?" the nurse asked once she jumps up from her chair. "He was stabbed." Sam said then the nurse turns to a couple nurses nearby.

"Can we get a gurney?" she asked and the two nurses rush a gurney over to Bobby. "Hang on, Bobby. Hang in there. You're gonna be okay." Dean said as we get Bobby onto the gurney and the nurses rush him off, the boys and I follow him until the nurse stops us.

"Just wait here." she tells us. "We can't just leave him." I said, frantically. "Just don't move. I've got questions." the nurse said and she leaves. "Guys, we got to go." Dean tells us and I shake my head. "No." I said. "No way, Dean." Sam said. "The demons heard where the sword is. We got to get to it before they do, if we're not too late already. Come on!" Dean said and he leaves; Sam and I follow him as they head to the Impala and I got on my bike.

Dean opens the trunk of the Impala after we make it to these storage building. We load guns and close the trunk then Dean unlocks the storage room, Sam and I stand watch. Minutes later, we enter the room, our shotguns ready. Then we found dead demons sprawled across the floor.

"I see you told the demons where the sword is." a voice said and we turn to see Zachariah and two other angels with him. "Oh, thank God. The angels are here." Dean said, sarcastically. "And to think...they could have grabbed it any time they wanted." Zachariah said then he waves a hand to close the door. "It was right in front of them." he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked him. "We may have planted that particular piece of prophecy inside Chuck's skull, but it happened to be true. We did lose the Michael sword. We truly couldn't find it. Until now. You've just hand-delivered it to us." Zachariah said to us and Sam and I share a confused look as Dean said. "We don't have anything."

cIt's you, chucklehead. You're the Michael sword." Zachariah said to Dean, who stares at him in shock. "What, you thought you could actually kill Lucifer? You simpering wad of insecurity and self-loathing? No. You're just a human, Dean. And not much of one." Zachariah said and my fist clenched at this.

"What do you mean, I'm the sword?" Dean asked them. "You're Michael's weapon. Or, rather, his...receptacle." Zachariah replied. "I'm a vessel?" Dean said, confused. "You're the vessel. Michael's vessel." Zachariah said.

"How? Why—why me?" Dean asked. "Because you're chosen! It's a great honor, Dean." Zachariah said, a smile on his face. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, life as an angel condom. That's real fun. I think I'll pass, thanks." Dean said and Zachariah chuckles a bit. "Joking. Always joking." he said then his face goes serious. "Well...no more jokes."

Then Zachariah raises one hand, fingers like a gun, and points at Dean, then shifts to me. "Bang." he said then I felt my legs break and I collapse on the ground, screaming in pain. "God!" I screamed. "(Y/n)!" Sam shouts, panicked. "You son of a bitch!" Dean yelled, angrily, as my eyes filled with tears.

"Keep mouthing off, I'll break more than her legs. And then it will be Sam's turn. I am completely and utterly through screwing around. The war has begun. We don't have our general. That's bad. Now, Michael is going to take his vessel and lead the final charge against the adversary. You understand me?" Zachariah yells at Dean. "How many humans die in the crossfire, huh? A million? Five, ten?" Dean asked him while I take deep breathes and Sam kneels down to me. "Probably more. If Lucifer goes unchecked, you know how many die? All of them. He'll roast the planet alive." Zachariah said.

"There's a reason you're telling me this instead of just nabbing me. You need my consent. Michael needs my say-so to ride around in my skin." Dean said. "Unfortunately, yes." said Zachariah. "Well, there's got to be another way." Dean said, desperately. "There is no other way. There must be a battle. Michael must defeat the serpent. It is written." Zachariah said, firmly. "Yeah, maybe. But, on the other hand...Eat me. The answer's no." Dean said, standing his ground.

"Okay. How about this? Your friend Bobby—we know he's gravely injured. Say yes, and we'll heal him. Say no, he'll never walk again." Zachariah said and I glance up at Dean.

"No." Dean said, firmly, and Zachariah frowns. "Then how about we heal you from...stage-four stomach cancer?" he said then Dean doubles over, coughing. He spits into his palm, where there was blood. "No." Dean groans while Sam looks between me and Dean. "Then let's get really creative. Uh, let's see how...Sam does without his lungs." Zachariah said and Sam starts to gasp for breath.

"Sam! Dean!" I cried. "Are we having fun yet? You're going to say yes, Dean." Zachariah said then Dean raises his head to him. "Just kill us." he spat at him. "Kill you? Oh, no. I'm just getting started." Zachariah said, and he sounded like he was getting some sick pleasure from this.

Then a two bright lights flash and Zachariah turns to see both Angles collapse, a bloody hole in their throats. There stood Castiel and Ariel and Zachariah looked stunned. "How are you..." Zachariah stammers "Alive? That's a good question." Castiel growls then Zachariah turns to Ariel. "Ariel? Y-You...we thought..." he said and Ariel shakes her head.

"How did these three end up on that airplane? Another good question. 'Cause the angels didn't do it. I think we know the answer, don't we?" Ariel said, sternly, to Zachariah. "No. That's not possible." Zachariah said, shocked. "It scares you. Well, it should." Castiel said and Ariel points at me and the boys. "Now, put these three back together and go. I won't ask twice." she threatened. Zachariah vanishes and that's when I started to feel my legs again and Sam was able to breath and Dean was coughing up blood.

"You three need to be more careful." Ariel said to us as we stand up, sounding like a mother giving a warning to her children. "Yeah, I'm starting to get that. Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than I thought." Dean said. "She doesn't mean the angels. Lucifer is circling his vessel. And once he takes it, those hex bags won't be enough to protect you." Castiel said and he puts one hand on Dean's chest, the other on Sam, then Ariel reaches out one hand and places it on my chest, making all three of us gasp.

"What the hell was that?" I asked them. "An Enochian sigil. It'll hide you from every angel in creation, including Lucifer." Castiel replied. "What, did you just brand us with it?" Dean asked. "No. We carved it into your ribs." Ariel said and there was a pause of silence.

"Hey, Cas, were you two really dead?" I asked him. "Yes." Castiel replied as Ariel nods. "Then how are both of you back?" Dean asked but then both Castiel and Ariel vanish, leaving us alone with two dead angels.

"Unlikely to walk again?! Why, you snot-nosed son of a bitch! Wait till I get out of this bed!" Bobby shouts at the Doctor, who then leaves the room. The boys and I standing by the window to his room. "I'll use my game leg and kick your friggin' ass! Yeah, you better run!" Bobby shouts then he looks over at us.

"You believe that yahoo?" Bobby asked us, annoyed. "Screw him. You'll be fine." Dean assures him and Bobby sighs. "So, let me ask the million-dollar question. What do we do now?" Sam asked. "Well...We save as many as we can for as long as we can, I guess. It's bad. Whoever wins, heaven or hell, we're boned." Bobby said, shrugging.

"What if we win?" Dean asked and Bobby, Sam and I turn to face him, who sounded a bit too confident. "I'm serious. I mean, screw the angels and the demons and their crap apocalypse. Hell, they want to fight a war, they can find their own planet. This one's ours, and I say they get the hell off it. We take 'em all on. We kill the devil. Hell, we even kill Michael if we have to. But we do it our own damn selves." Dean said, confidently. "And how are we supposed to do all this, genius?" Bobby asked with a bit of a sneer in his voice. "I got no idea. But what I do have is a GED and a give-'em-hell attitude, and I'll figure it out." Dean said.

"You are nine kinds of crazy, boy." Bobby said. "It's been said." Dean said and he pats Bobby on the shoulder. "Listen, you stay on the mend. We'll see you in a bit." Dean said and he heads for the door, Sam and I start to follow him until Bobby spoke up.

"Sam?" He said and Sam and I stop. "I was awake. I know what I said back there. I just want you to know that...that was the demon talking. I ain't cutting you out, boy. Not ever." Bobby said and Sam sighs, almost sounding a bit relieved. "Thanks, Bobby." he said. "You're welcome. I deserve a damn medal for this, but...you're welcome." Bobby said and I give him a smile. "You just try to get better, Bobby." I said and we leave the room.

"You know, I was thinking, Dean—maybe we could go after the Colt." Sam suggests as we walk to the Impala and my bike. "Why? What difference would that make?" Dean asked him. "Well, we could use it on Lucifer. I mean, you just said back there—" Sam started to say but Dean stops in the middle of the road. "I just said a bunch of crap for Bobby's benefit." he said and Sam and I stop, looking at him.

"I mean, I'll fight. I'll fight till the last man, but let's at least be honest. I mean, we don't stand a snowball's chance, and you guys know that. I mean, hell, you of all people know that." Dean said as he looks at Sam then goes around him.

"Dean..." Sam said and Dean turns back. "Is there something you want to say to me?" Sam asked him. "I tried, Sammy. I mean, I really tried. But I just can't keep pretending that everything's all right. Because it's not. And it's never going to be. You chose a demon over your own brother, and even over your friend, and look what happened." Dean said and Sam rolls his eyes. "I would give anything—anything—to take it all back." Sam said.

"I know you would. And I know how sorry you are. I do. But, man...you were one of the two that I depended on the most. And you let me down in ways that I can't even..." Dean pauses, struggling for words, and I frowned at this. "I'm just—I'm having a hard time forgiving and forgetting here. You know?" Dean said.

"What can I do?" Sam asked him. "Honestly? Nothing." Dean said and Sam nods a little, looking down. "I just don't...I don't think that we can ever be what we were. You know?" Dean said and Sam nods again. "I just don't think I can trust you." Dean said and Sam looks up at him, seemingly not expecting those words to come out of Dean's mouth. 

"Dean..." I said in a soft voice but Dean shakes his head and walks away, paused at the trunk of the Impala to look back, then gets into the driver's seat. Sam sighs and he and I share a look for a moment before I turn my head away then go to my bike, which is parked next to the Impala.

I walk up to my bike then ball up my fist and, weakly, hit the seat of my bike with the side of my fist. Now with Lucifer out and about, it feels like everything's changing and things are gonna get worse before they get better. But, as I turn my head to look over at the boys as Sam gets into the Impala, there is one thing I don't want to be change and that is this bond I share with these boys.

But it seems after what Sam has done, the cracks are breaking through. And I am just terrified what's to come.

@rach5ive @kitsun369 @itzabbyxx @cevans-winchester @ellie-andthemachine

[meekahy]

Cool Ranch

This was from this request from anon!

Request:

can u, please🧎🏼‍♀️write something about Folio with a fem reader.? like him teaching her how to be a passenger on a motorcycle (💀) or trying to teach her how to drive one; them shopping at the supermarket because they want a movie night before a concert the next day;; thanks anywayss 💞 ♥️ 🤍

I also saw a tik tok of a couple leaving their helmets on in a book store and it was so cute. Imagine doing that with Folio!

“I’m nervous,” you admitted to Nick as he swung his leg over his motorcycle. Nick had dressed you up in leathers and a helmet. You felt out of place and your head felt heavy.

“I’ve got you. Don’t worry,” Nick smiled at you holding out his hand, and wiggled his fingers in hopes you would still join. You looked away shyly.

“I promise nothing will happen, honey,” he reassured you as he reached for you. Quickly, you wrapped your fingers around his hand as you carefully swung your leg over his motorcycle.

“Now what?” you questioned. 

Without letting go of your hand, he twisted to grab your other hand. Nick wrapped your arms around his middle.

“You gotta keep your arms around me, babe,” Nick smirked.

“Oh, gotcha,” you admit shyly, a blush graced your cheeks as you interlock your fingers together. Nick then started the motorcycle. The engine roaring to life startled you. It made you jump while Nick chuckled. 

He glanced back at you, “Are you good?”

“I think so,” you said into the intercom in the helmet. Nick smiled as he shifted gears and slowly left the driveway. “Hold on,” he announced as he sped up. Your arms snaked around his torso tighter. Nick smiled at the movement. You shut your eyes tight and rested your head against his shoulders. 

“Are you alright?” Nick questioned.

You lifted your head, “I think so. It just feels like you’re going so fast,” you confessed. 

“Sorry, babe,” he mumbled, “I’ll slow down a bit.”

He slows down and then after a little while, he pulls into the store’s parking lot.

“Okay, don’t get off until I say,” he requested. You agreed as he shut off the engine and flipped the kickstand up.

“Alright, love, you can get up now,” Nick assured you. You slipped your hand in his to steady you as you got up and off. Nick got off the bike and laced his hand with yours. You left the helmets on as you walked into the store. It was just a pain trying to deal with them.

Heading straight for the food section, you planned on gathering some snacks for a movie night tomorrow before he heads on tour again.

“What kind of snacks would you like?” you asked Nick.

“Hmm,” he squeezed your hand a few times before dragging you over to the chips section, “gotta have chips, babe.” “Doritos?” you considered. 

“Only if they’re cool ranch,” he responded as he reached for a bag. 

“What do you want? Let me guess, some Ruffles? But the cheesy kind?” Nick inquired.

“Oh wow, how did you know?” you whispered sarcastically.

“Babe,” he said as he turned to you and gazed into your eyes, “it’s because I know you more than I know myself.”

“You’re the sweetest, baby,” you muttered. 

“Can we get Cheeto’s Puffs too?” you said after a beat.

“Of course,” Nick replied.

You rested your head and helmet against his shoulder for a second before asking, “Do you want any candy?”

“Hell yes I do,” he exclaimed as he pulled you to the candy aisle.

“Oh! Let’s get Twizzlers! And maybe some chocolate?” you asked.

“Yes! And Nerd’s rope! I need some Nerd’s rope, babe,” he said as he looked over at you.

You grabbed the candy and started to pull him to another aisle. “Drinks?” you inquired.

“Dr. Pepper,” Nick sang. You laughed as he grabbed a bottle and then grabbed a bottle of Diet Pepsi for you.

“God, you know me very well,” you gushed, looking up to him.

Nick smiled a goofy smile as he directed you towards the checkout.

Out in the parking lot, Nick stashed the bags of snacks into the motorcycle. He got on it and held his hand out. You smiled, grabbed his hand, and got on the motorcycle with ease. “Wow, look at you, babe!” he cheered. Smirking, you enveloped Nick in your arms. Nick then started the bike and drove out of the parking lot. 

When you got home, you waited till Nick turned off the bike and put up the kickstand before you got up.

“Do you like riding the bike with me?” Nick asked as he took off his helmet. He walked over and helped undo the buckle on your helmet.

“I loved it, babe,” you mused as you wrapped your arms around his middle again. This time, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

“That makes me so happy. You have no idea,” he confessed as he peeled himself from you reluctantly. He smiled to himself as he walked back to his bike to retrieve the snacks.

You walked into the house and planned on changing into some comfy clothes. Coming out into the living room, you switched on the TV while Nick put the bags of snacks on the coffee table. 

“I’m going to go change. Why don’t you pick a movie for us to watch, yeah?” Nick yelled while he walked to the bedroom.

You brought up Netflix and selected your profile. You clicked on movies and then started your search. 

“Find something?” Nick asked as he jumped on the couch and slipped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close.

“Not yet, but there’s School of Rock?” you suggested. 

“Fuck yes! We have to watch that,” he shrieked as he reached up for his bottle of Dr. Pepper. You selected the movie and hit play. Jack Black dominated the screen as his funny demeanor and lines made the two of you belly laugh. 

“It’ll blow the classical music out your butt,” Jack Black’s character tells another while you quote the movie alongside Jack.

You and Nick quoted the movie, laughed, and sang as you cuddled close together.

“I don’t want you to go, Nick,” you confessed as the credits rolled. You shifted and looked up at his face.

He looked at you for a moment, the sadness on your face shown as he cupped your cheek with his hand.

“Oh, honey. You know I’ll miss you so so so much,” he professed as he leaned his forehead against your own.

“I know, I’ll miss you more,” you stated as a tear slipped down your cheek. Nick pulled away and wiped away the stray tear.

“Hmm, maybe you should come with me,” Nick proposed, looking you in the eyes.

You gasped, “Why didn’t I think of that?” You jumped into his arms, and he caught you with ease as he pulled you so close.

“I’m taking that as a yes,” he asked you.

“Babe, of course!” you exclaimed trying to hug him closer. You quickly crushed your lips against his in a hungry kiss. Your lips melted together as Nick’s hands roamed your body. 

You pulled back, gasping for air, “I should pack,” you whispered.

Nick chuckled, “Yes, you should. I should tell the guys.”

You hulled yourself from Nick’s lap and you skipped to the bedroom to grab your bag.

Nick pulled out his phone, giggling at your excitement. Having you by his side on tour would make his heart full. He couldn’t stop smiling as he texted the group chat. He couldn’t wait to spend so much time with you.

“BABE! How many pairs of underwear should I bring?” you screamed from the bedroom. Nick laughed so hard as he got up and headed to the bedroom.