#Intercom for Motorcycles

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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.

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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.

[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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PAIRING: biker!kang yeosang x fem!reader GENRE: romance, strangers to lovers, fluff, smut, lil bit of angst, teeny bit of comedy SUMMARY: more often than not, a life lived in Night City is carefully crafted, slotted firmly between preapproved lines—or it is if you value keeping it. whispers of freedom float just beyond the city's neon lights, and it's only through a chance encounter with the most unlikely of characters that you finally start to hear them. TAGS/WARNINGS: explicit content, minors do not interact!, biker!yeosang, biker!seonghwa, misuse of lore terms, extensive control of emotions, artificial intelligence, food, shady government tampering, mysterious disappearance/implied death of unnamed bg character, near-death experiences, mild motorcycle wreck, injury, language, discussions of government corruption, alcohol consumption, discussions of being unhappy with life, unbetaed & barely edited, pov shifts, inspired by outlaw teasers/posters & @hwaightme's This World (Bai is well aware of my shenanigans); tell me if i missed anything pls! WORD COUNT: 12.6k PLAYLIST: Don't Stop - ATEEZ ; Control - Halsey ; Paranoia on Main Street - Demi the Daredevil ; ERROR - The Warning ; Ghost - Halsey ; Virtual Reality - rey ; Aqua Regia - Sleep Token ; AMOUR - The Warning ; BURN IT DOWN - Linkin Park ; Z - The Warning ; mercy - KiNG MALA ; EVOLVE - The Warning A/N: it's finally here, and with a playlist too!!! (yes it's a lot of The Warning, but this whole fic is ERROR-coded i had to) this fic has taken me close to a month to write, it is my baby, so pls treat it with care <3 i have to give world's biggest shout out to Bai for inspiring this absolute beast and for giving me the privilege of tipping my hat to it and her in my first full-length ateez fic. i hope it lives up to expectations. much love, ash tagging the homies: @jaehunnyy & @justhere4kpop

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A/N 2: y'all remember the opening to the Kingdom performance of Rhythm Ta? "The disease is human emotion"?? well, that was echoing in my head on a very obnoxious repeat, and this fic (and its smut scene) absolutely reflects that. you've been warned. NSFW TAGS/WARNINGS: explicit consent included, protected sex, yeosang keeps a condom in his wallet (don't do that!), they're both switches p.2, outdoor sex, pet/nicknames (doll, angel, Sangie), hair pulling, lil bit of marking, yeosang's voice, oral (fem receiving), handjob, decently fast-paced, also emotionally charged; lmk if i missed anything!

It was always unnerving, delivering in this Sector. He'd done so countless times without incident, but even so, Yeosang could feel the infinite eyes of the Guardians upon him. His first trip to this particular building had left him shaken, turning down any more legitimate, above-board deliveries for the rest of the night and hightailing it back to the rest of the Blue Birds as soon as his duty was done. Mars had been less than pleased, scowling at him as he scolded, “As far as they can tell, you’re a delivery boy. There will be no reason for suspicion until you run.” A valid point, certainly, but one Yeosang had trouble reminding himself of while trapped in that neon maze. 

The next night, he dutifully shoved down the nausea that crept up his throat and the shudder that threatened to rip down his spine as he stared up at the looming steel pillar in front of him. Plastic bag in hand, he took a deep breath and pressed the building's buzzer, trying to find comfort in the shadows and the familiar blue of the lights.

The intercom crackling to life startled him, nausea welling up inside him again as he spoke, “Blue Bird Delivery with an order for Y/N.”

“Come in, I’ll meet you down in the lobby!”

It took a moment, that first night, to recover from hearing a human voice rather than the monotone, robotic rasp of a Guardian coming from a government building. He hadn’t expected life or warmth to greet him amidst the blinding lights of the lobby, but both did as you stepped out of the elevator, still in your lab coat and gloves, smiling softly and subtly at him as you patted your pockets. “Shit, I forgot what I owe you.”

Something about the way he looked as he tilted his head in confusion, helmet still on and bandana still pulled up around his nose, had you focusing all your remaining willpower on not doubling over in laughter. “You paid online. You don’t owe me anything.”

His turn to bite back laughter came then, standing there with his arms folded and his lower lip between his teeth as he watched the gears in your head turn.

“Long day, hm?” The words left his mouth before he even registered them, and as your eyes snapped back to his visor, his heart jumped into his throat. 

To his surprise and relief, you laughed, and the tension in both of your bodies drained simultaneously. “It’s two in the morning and I’m having my dinner delivered to work,” you countered, “you tell me.”

Behind his mask, Yeosang smiled. “Have a good evening.”

Nothing about the anonymous man on the moped should have piqued your interest. But that same night, as you settled in the empty employee cafeteria, the stranger seemed unwilling to vacate your mind. Sure, he’d joked around with you; that was unusual in this Sector with the plethora of Guardians milling about at all hours, but not unheard of; and it was a little odd he hadn’t taken his helmet off. Neither of those things, you thought, were good enough justifications for the thought that circled your mind on repeat until sleep finally began to take you; when can I see him again?

As luck would have it, the answer turned out to be “soon” and “frequently.” You and your team were already a week behind the requested lead time on your current build, and as the days dragged on, the microchip’s flaws only seemed to multiply exponentially—much to your annoyance; you’d warned the design team, after all. Of course, the longer it took, the worse the hours got. By the time you made it home after twelve or more hours locked in the clean room, being leered at by eyeless creatures and pulled into at least one far-too-heated debate over a fix or adjustment every two hours, it was all you could do to make it into bed. Cooking was not an option; you lived on delivery.

It wasn’t always Blue Bird—they seemed to reserve themselves for the late night and early morning; but when it was, it was always him. The same jacket, same jeans, same fingerless gloves and bandana obscuring his features, and the same warm, silky baritone greeting you from underneath it all. He rarely joked with you again, seeming to become skittish as more of your team members stayed later and the late-night Guardian presence increased, but you continued to exchange basic pleasantries. Your manners wouldn’t leave you in the face of tighter security. Still, you couldn’t blame him in the slightest—you yourself wanted to have a word with whatever psychopath had designed their ‘faces’—but you couldn’t help missing the teasing lilt his voice held that first night. 

Around a month after your late nights became mandatory, you had trudged into work as usual, with four hours of sleep and the largest coffee cup in your arsenal the only things keeping you upright, and the chaos you were met with nearly made you walk back out. Your production manager was nowhere to be found, leaving you and the rest of your coworkers to scramble to find something, anything that could direct your workflow for the day. It was you who, in sorting through the papers in and on the desk in his office, figured out why. Every ounce of your self-control went toward keeping your eyes from shifting to meet the cameras as you shoved the incriminating papers back where you had found them, rising to your feet to sift through the mess on the desktop once again. Somehow, even with your shaking hands and unfocused gaze, you managed to find what you were looking for, pulling the newest revision of the drawing from a stack you were positive you’d already searched. Hidden, maybe, you thought. 

Returning to the clean room and pinging your team melded hazily into going over the drawing, which faded into you handing out tasks on autopilot until, finally, you were left alone at the work table you had claimed as your own. Falling back into your chair, you finally let yourself acknowledge what you had seen—drawings. Dozens of them, tucked—no, pointedly hidden away between the various books and manuals stored in the bottom drawer that, until this point, you could have sworn was always locked. They weren't unusual for your production manager to have in the slightest, under normal circumstances—their desk was usually covered in white sheets.

But between the loyal employee’s unannounced “sick day” and the amount of White-Out painted across months of drawings for new tech you and your team had been having unprecedented trouble with… These weren’t normal circumstances, and you figured they wouldn’t be coming back to work any time soon. Before you could lose yourself wondering what exactly this development would mean for you and your team, the whirring of a camera lens zooming snapped you out of your thoughts, and you quickly buried yourself in your work once more. Prying would only get you in trouble.

The morning passed in a blur, you spent your lunch hour staring at the stark white wall behind your newest, least jaded coworker’s head as they prattled on, and before you knew it, those still intent on keeping eight hour shifts were beginning to filter out of the building. The ever-present hum of machines and voices slowly dwindled until you were alone with the buzzing lights overhead and the sound of your own breathing. Most days, this was when you got your best work done. No one else was here to bother you, fewer people meant fewer Guardians breathing down your neck, and you could make any snide comments or use any language you wished without offending the sensibilities of anyone nearby. But tonight, once your last coworker had waved goodbye and the click of the door shutting behind them had finished echoing ominously behind them, the usually comforting silence that enveloped you brought with it a sense of unshakable dread. Shifting uncomfortably, you let your eyes wander over the empty clean room, lifting your head nearly imperceptibly. 

You wanted to leave. Every hair on your body was standing on edge, and every fiber of your being was screaming at you to run, to get as far away from this Sector as you could. Something was going on here, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that the crosshairs were zeroing in on you next. But running—leaving, you corrected yourself; you have nothing to run from—early would only arouse suspicion, wouldn’t it? You’d lived your life slotted neatly between the lines the government had drawn, but that hadn’t kept you from hearing the horror stories of those who toed those lines or, heaven forbid, stepped across them. There was no reason to feel this way. 

Until.

For as large as the Guardians were, the things were nearly silent in their movement. If you hadn’t tinkered time and again with their abilities yourself, you’d believe the stories that they could teleport. It was in front of you in the time it took you to blink, and you nearly jumped out of your skin as your eyes met the chrome monstrosity that was its ‘face.’ Gingerly setting down the delicate tools and microchip in your shaking hands, you set carefully practiced neutrality on your face and suppressed a shudder as its message began to play.

“L/N Y/N. Requested by Upper Management. Follow.”

In seconds, ice filled your veins. If anyone had asked, you’d tell them, truthfully, that it was survival instinct alone which carried you to your destination. When you finally came back into yourself, you were staring at the imposing wooden doors you knew belonged to your location’s operational manager. Steeling yourself with a deep breath, you knocked, and were immediately met with your manager’s voice ushering you in.

“Hello, sir,” you greeted, bowing lowly as you shuffled over the threshold.

“To you as well, Miss L/N,” he offered in return from behind his desk, snapping shut the file in his hands. “Please, have a seat. We have much to discuss.”

“So what’s our next move, then?” Yeosang chewed on the inside of his lip thoughtfully, listening to the silence on the other end of his comms grow ever louder. “Seonghwa?”

“If I had an answer, I’d tell you,” his companion spat back, leaning further down over his handlebars and pulling ahead of him. It didn’t matter that they needed a new game plan within the next few hours, he was done talking. With a sigh, Yeosang sat back, rolling his own throttle forward to keep pace as he fell in behind his friend. 

Night City sped by in a blur as they rode in silence, eyes and ears trained to the streets they were patrolling. Small houses gave way to apartment buildings and local shops with no movement on the streets, but still the tension in Yeosang’s shoulders rose with each passing minute. Finally, as they passed into the city center and neon skyscrapers began to loom over their heads, he could stand it no longer. He felt like he was suffocating, and they were miles off-course for their patrol anyway. 

“Mars. Something feels off,” he called, pulling off his throttle and sitting up straighter.

There was silence for a beat as the other man pulled further ahead, and Yeosang watched his helmet turn. “What are you seeing that I’m not?”

“Nothing, I just have this feeling—”

“Well, keep an eye and an ear out, and we’ll deal with it when we have to.”

He sighed, tossing a narrowed side-eye Seonghwa’s way before turning his gaze back to the streets and leaving him with his thoughts. Maybe it was just this Sector, he reasoned. The artificial gaze of the cameras, drones, and Guardians was enough to put anyone on edge. Couple that with the time he’d been spending here, making deliveries of all kinds, and of course he was feeling on edge. It was nothing.

It took another block for the itching anxiety to come back full-force. “Mars.”

A sigh crackled over his comms. “I don’t see or hear anything, Hermes. It’s probably just the surveillance systems getting to your head.”

Yeosang sighed, nearly resigning his edginess to paranoia again. Until, out of the corner of his eye, he caught movement. “On your left, look.”

A person was quickly making their way out of the government building he brought most of Blue Bird’s above-board deliveries to, oblivious to the two motorcycles sailing in their direction. He saw the moment Seonghwa made his decision, weight settling further over his handlebars as he shifted into a higher gear. In moments like this, he thought—moments where his desperate search for adrenaline dragged someone else a little too close to the line they delivered others across; the moniker of the ancient god of war fit his friend a little too well. 

He knew the drill by now; fall back, open mid-distance communication with whatever unit was patrolling here for clean-up—just in case he cut a little too close to you—and meet back—wait.

His head snapped up from his watch, abandoning his redirect halfway through in favor of surging forward to catch up with Seonghwa. “Mars, don’t!”

The shout had Seonghwa’s helmet snapping up in alarm, his weight shifting back and throwing both him and his precious Suzuki Hayabusa off-balance. For a moment, he tried desperately to downshift and tame the beast under him, a cause that quickly became lost between his own speed and the downhill slope of the street. You had frozen in your tracks at the sight of the two machines barreling toward you, one now out of control, and Yeosang’s heart skipped a beat or two as the events in front of him began to unfold in slow motion.

You had been sent home early—well, early for you, anyway; the weight of your new position heavy on your shoulders. Production manager. It was everything you should have wanted—everything you had wanted at one point; but the thought of coming in to work tomorrow morning, moving your meager belongings out of your locker and into your former boss’ office to pretend everything was fine had bile rising in your throat. Your meeting with upper management had shed no light on the mysterious disappearance of the last person in charge, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that a target had been painted on your back now, too. Maybe that was just paranoia, though—you had no plans to sabotage any products, after all. What reason would anyone have to make you disappear?

Lost in your thoughts as you began the trek home, you failed to drag your eyes from your feet, only noticing the two headlights careening toward you when the rumble of their engines was close enough to feel in the ground below you. You froze, stunned as your heart jumped into your throat. Was this the dread you had been feeling? Was this the curse of your new position? There was little you could do about it now, you supposed, staring down what you were sure was certain death. It was silly, but you couldn’t help wondering whether your new delivery boy friend would miss you.

“Shit!” Seonghwa hissed, the curse crackling in Yeosang’s earpiece. 

Your shoulders tensed and you took a step back and raised your hands, clearly bracing for the oncoming disaster. Mere seconds before your fate would have been sealed, he watched the unimaginable unfold in front of his eyes; Seonghwa, heeding his words of caution, threw his weight to the right, sending his bike skidding away from the both of you. The grunt he let out as he hit the pavement weaved together with the screech of metal on asphalt, a discordant symphony echoing through his helmet. You added no harmony of your own to it, only flinching as the man who would’ve been your doom rolled to a halt at your feet, visor reflecting familiar blue neon as he stared at the sky. He saw rather than heard the breath you let out, watching your shoulders drop from your ears as you stumbled away from Seonghwa’s prone form.

“What the fuck,” you gasped out, one hand splaying out over your chest as you caught your breath. Adrenaline was coursing through you, leaving your heart pounding and hands shaking as the other biker sidled up next to you.

“I’ll say,” the man below you grumbled, slowly climbing back to his feet. He winced as he settled his weight on his right leg, limping heavily as he made his way back to his friend and leaned against their bike. “You should probably look before you cross the street next time.”

“I was halfway into the road, you ass!” You fumed, snarling at the man before you in stark contrast to the last time you’d met a masked stranger. “You could’ve gone around me—it’s not like you were driving a car!”

Yeosang couldn’t help the giggle he let out at the sight of you—mild-mannered, eternally frazzled you—standing toe-to-toe with the infamous Mars, masked vigilante leader of the Blue Bird biker gang. He bit his lip quickly, hoping his mic hadn’t picked up the quiet noise. 

No such luck, it seemed, as the other man whipped around to face him. Somehow, the visor was more intimidating than the scathing glare he knew lay behind it. “Something funny?” 

He shook his head, the action dizzying him just slightly when coupled with the weight of his helmet and the adrenaline cooling in his veins, and raised his hands in surrender. “Nope,” he hummed, nodding over to the wrecked Hayabusa. “You think you can get that thing to the shop, or do I need to do it for you?”

Seonghwa shifted his weight, testing his injuries lightly. “Help me get her up and I’ll take it from there,” he muttered.

Something about the man with the cruiser was familiar, you decided, as you watched the pair cross to the bike and set it back upright. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but between his voice and the way he carried himself, he reminded you of someone. You’d never seen either of their bikes before, though, and both of these individuals struck you as the type who were connected to their respective machines. You were still racking your brain for the answer as his friend pulled away, sparing you no apology, and it wasn’t until he reached up, tugging at the chains around his neck with familiar, skeleton-gloved hands, that it hit you.

“You’re the Blue Bird Delivery guy.”

Yeosang froze in his tracks, blinking and stunned as he scrambled for an excuse. “I, uh…”

“Your friend just almost killed me. The least you could do is be honest,” you prodded, crossing your arms over your chest.

The way he looked down told you there was a sheepish smile on his face, and you wanted nothing more than for him to finally remove his visor so you could bask in it. “Yeah, I am.”

“Does my near-death experience mean I get free delivery next time?” you quipped. The laugh that left him this time was full-bodied, heard even through the thick padding and metal of his helmet. You decided then and there that you would stop at nothing to hear that sound again. 

The grin you gave him in exchange was sunny, another mark of your warmth in the midst of Night City’s eternal chill. “I might be able to arrange something for you, sure,” he hummed, his smile evident in his tone. “But that might end up being my paycheck you’re cutting into.”

You shrugged. “I’ll tip the difference.”

“Then there’s no point!” Another cheery laugh bubbled up from him, and you found yourself leaning closer to the delivery boy-turned-biker as you shared in his joy. For all the leather and mystery, he didn’t seem all that intimidating; he was nothing like his counterpart had been. He seemed shy and maybe even friendly behind the facade, and the interactions you’d had with him before seemed to corroborate your guess. Again, that familiar feeling of longing that had struck the first night came back to you as he took a step back toward his bike.

Luckily for you, your mouth worked faster than your brain. “Would you want to maybe go get coffee with me?”

Your inability to read his expression meant the silence you were met with had you wanting to pull your words back into your mouth; to rewind time so you’d never spoken; so you’d looked up and seen Delivery Boy’s idiot friend speeding at you; so you’d never ordered from Blue Bird in the first place—

“I can’t, tonight,” he muttered. If he removed his helmet, you would be able to see the tips of his ears turning red. “But maybe another time?”

Your heart sank. When would you ever have time again? “Um, maybe. We could exchange information?”

He tensed, shaking his head gently. “I know where to find you.”

Again, you felt yourself deflate. “Can I… Could you at least tell me your name? So I know who to contact if your friend ever tries to kill me again?” Your attempt to lighten the darkening mood was half-hearted at best, but you tried for a weak smile.

For the third time that night, Yeosang froze. It felt like every camera and Guardian in the vicinity had their lenses trained on him as you asked what was, to anyone other than Yeosang and the rest of his friends, the simplest question in the world. This time, he recovered quickly, unwilling to draw more suspicion to himself than Seonghwa already had with his stunt. “Hermes.”

Your brow furrowed, and he found himself wanting to swipe the crease between them away. “Just Hermes?”

He nodded, stepping back to his bike and tossing his leg over the body, feeling suddenly like a rat in a trap again. “Just Hermes, for now. You can find out the rest later.” He sent you a wink as his bike roared to life under him, only to hang his head when he realized you couldn’t see it. 

You tilted your head at him as his shoulders shook with silent laughter. “Hermes?”

“Yeah, I, uh… I shouldn’t try to flirt. Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

Staring after him, still in the middle of the street, that longing feeling pulled at you again, following his dimming taillight over the horizon.

He was flirting?

“You did what?!”

Yeosang flinched. He was very rarely on the receiving end of Seonghwa’s wrath, but between the wreck and his… slip up with you earlier, he found himself squarely in the sights of Mars. 

“What was I supposed to do, give her my full legal name?” he argued, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning, trying to at least somewhat match the energy in the warehouse. “That would’ve been a death wish.” 

“So you gave her your callsign instead?” Yeosang shrugged, earning a scoff in return. If he were being honest with himself, he didn’t know why he’d done what he’d done either. “What you should have done was hopped on your bike and come straight back here, like we always do.” 

His eyes turned to the floor, and for a moment, everything was silent. “She recognized me,” he muttered, quiet voice still managing to echo like a whipcrack between them.

“You took your helmet off in the middle of the city?!” Seonghwa was on his feet now, yelling, and Yeo might have been scared, if not for the panic flashing behind his friend’s eyes. 

“No, no, I’m not that stupid.” The older man settled, leaning back against the beam beside him once more, arms crossing over his chest. “My voice, and the gloves, I think. She didn’t say, but she pinned me, and I panicked. I couldn’t just turn tail and run; that would’ve looked worse.” 

Finally, a smile cracked the cold demeanor Yeosang had been facing down, and the tension between the two men split as Seonghwa shook his head in exasperation. “If you make me wreck my baby again, I’m making you pay to fix it.”

The comment earned a hearty eye roll as he shifted his attention back to the bike he’d been outfitting upon Seonghwa’s arrival. “As if Yunho makes you pay.” The other man hummed dismissively, and he chuckled quietly. “Could’ve gone a lot worse, anyway. She could’ve had the Guardians on us in seconds for you running her down.” 

Seonghwa frowned, staring thoughtfully at his freshly patched bike for a moment. “She could have. Why didn’t she?” He murmured, eyes flickering back up to Yeosang.

“I… hadn’t considered it.” The younger blinked, matching the elder’s frown and sitting back on the ground. Why wouldn’t you call the authorities on them? They were at your beck and call, hiding just beyond the gates of the building you’d been in front of at the time. Most people in your Sector would have quickly taken advantage of the convenience, leaving the two outlaws to flee for their lives. It wouldn’t have been the first time, nor did Yeosang think it would have been the last. 

“Do you know what she does there?” He blinked out of his thoughts, shaking his head. “You might consider finding out, since you’re friendly enough to be recognized. She’s clearly not as far up the government’s ass as some of the rest of them; she could be a good in, since we just lost our last one.”

His frown deepened at the suggestion, stomach turning at the thought. “She might just do grunt work. I deliver to her a lot—she’s always there.”

“Worth a shot, though. I’ll take anything we can get at this point.”

“Maybe,” he hummed, chewing on the inside of his lip. 

It was an excuse to see you, at least.

After your little run-in with Hermes and his friend, Blue Bird Delivery was out of service in your Sector. You couldn’t help the pang of disappointment that echoed in your chest every time you checked their app; you’d been hoping that your lack of a report would have kept the authorities off their trail. No such luck, it seemed. The longer time dragged on with no Blue Bird and no word from your faceless friend, the more your worry grew, and after a week and a half of radio silence, you were beginning to lose hope that he was just lying low somewhere. Until, two weeks after you had nearly been run over, their delivery started up again. You couldn’t help but smile as you clicked through your usual order from your favorite restaurant and watched as it was confirmed.

Fourty-five minutes later, your phone pinged to signal its arrival and you made your way to the lobby with a spring in your step. You barely bit back the smile that threatened to take over your face—keenly aware of the Guardian stationed outside of the elevators—as your phone buzzed again, this time to signal the ringing of the building’s doorbell. Forgoing the usual pleasantries, you quickly made your way to the door, this time stepping outside and letting it shut behind you. 

It was unbelievable, really, that you’d managed to peg the edgy biker from two weeks ago as this same moped-riding, unassuming delivery driver. You thanked whatever being was listening for your attention to detail.

He offered you a small wave, fingers twitching in the air, and if there had been a doubt left in your mind that they were the same person, it would have left then. You bit the inside of your lip as you stepped forward and took ahold of the takeout bag in his hand, bowing to and thanking him.

“So, about that coffee,” he murmured quickly, his words overlapping with your own pleasantries as you both stood upright again. You blinked, head tilting in mild surprise as he continued. “When are you off work?”

“I, uh… I could be off in like an hour and a half?” You offered, smiling subtly at his visor.

“I’ll be waiting. I hope you’re okay with motorcycles.” 

You could hear the little smile behind his many masks, and your heart fluttered. “I’ll see you then.” 

“Will I get to see your face?” He stopped in his tracks at your bold question, and you clapped a hand over your mouth. “Sorry, I— If you’re not comfortable—”

“If you don’t mind a little bit of a drive, then maybe.” 

You looked at the ground, taking your lower lip between your teeth to force back your grin. “I’ll see you soon, then.”

It was a risk, Yeosang knew, revealing his identity. Seonghwa wouldn’t be happy when he found out; but what was another bout of his anger in the grand scheme of things, really? If the risk turned out to be worth the reward, he’d end up back in his friend’s good graces at record speed—and he had a gut feeling that would be the outcome. He hadn’t been able to shake the feeling of curiosity and wonder he’d experienced when you greeted him that first night, full of bright life and warmth in the middle of a desolate steel tundra. Something about you was different from the others that roamed your Sector—you’d proven that tenfold two weeks ago; and Yeosang was more than happy for the opportunity to figure out exactly what that was. Meeting you, really meeting you, was the first step. 

It was a risk, sure, but a calculated one.

The closer the clock ticked toward your designated meeting time, the antsier Yeosang got. He’d finished the rest of his deliveries in record speed and closed things down for the night, stopping back by the warehouse just long enough to inform Seonghwa of his plans and make the shift from delivery boy to biker. The elder was yelling something after him that Yeosang didn’t quite catch, tossing a wave over his shoulder before the door clanged shut behind him. He was back in your Sector in record speed, anticipation building in his veins the closer the clock ticked to your meeting.

And as it ticked past, he began to feel trapped. More and more as the seconds ticked past into minutes, he found himself glimpsing his watch, glancing warily over his shoulder and at the door of your building, waiting for you to emerge. Five minutes turned to ten, and ten to twenty; he’d nearly considered calling this a lost cause before you finally made your way from the building, eyes darting around the street as you stepped onto the sidewalk. He watched your face fall just slightly as you saw no sign of him, only to brighten in the next moment as he flicked his headlight back on. Stepping out of his hiding place, he pulled one hand out of his coat pocket, giving you the same wave he had earlier in the evening. He looked ridiculous, you thought, halfway between your delivery boy and the biker you’d met briefly—the same long, black and red leather coat, but this time sporting the same helmet and goggles he wore on his moped.

Barely biting back your grin, you nearly skipped over to him, and he beamed behind his bandana. “I wasn’t sure you were still coming,” he hummed.

You looked down and huffed a little sigh, feeling heat rising to the tips of your ears. “I’m sorry, paperwork just took a little longer than I expected tonight. I’m still adjusting.” 

He shook his head. “Don’t worry. I know what your hours can be like.” Again, you heard the smile in his voice, and you wanted nothing more than to see it. “I wouldn’t have blamed you, anyway. If I were going out to an undisclosed location with a mysterious, masked stranger, I’d be wary, too.”

You giggled softly, and Yeosang’s chest got tighter. He wanted to bottle up that sound and wear it around his neck, close enough for him to pull out and listen to any chance he got. “You don’t feel like a stranger.”

The blush that rose to Yeosang’s cheeks was, frankly, embarrassing, and he was more thankful than ever for his need to remain anonymous. “Neither do you,” he murmured in return.

Reaching down to the backpack he’d dropped at his feet, he unlatched the helmet from it, offering it out to you. “When do you have to be back at work?”

You blinked, tilting your head at him and taking the offered helmet. “I have tomorrow off, actually. New position, new hours.”

“You’ll have to tell me all about it when we get where we’re going, then.”

You’d been entirely unprepared for the feeling of riding a motorcycle, much less riding one with Hermes. When the growl of the engine kicked up beneath you, you’d found yourself clinging tighter to his middle, earning a low chuckle that you felt more than heard. The city streets gave you some time to adjust and by the time you reached its outskirts, your heart rate had mostly returned to normal. As he took you past the little rows of houses that marked the beginning of the edge of Night City and into the warehouse district that followed, though, it picked up again. 

What were you doing? 

You hadn’t told anyone where you were going or who you were with; you didn’t even know who you were with, not really, anyway. A few passing interactions didn’t count for “get to know you” material, in your humble opinion. His friend had nearly killed you, or at the very least nearly put you in the hospital. You had no clue what this man looked like and only had one name, which you were nearly certain was, itself, an alias. 

This was easily the stupidest decision you had ever made.

As he pulled to a stop just before the city limit, the desert sprawled out in front of you, and you loosened your hold around his middle. To your surprise, he noticed immediately, turning over his shoulder to glance at you before pulling your hands tighter around him again. 

“Only a few more minutes, I promise. Hold on tight.”

His voice was like magic, washing over you and soothing your nerves. It brought with it the familiarity and warmth you’d come to associate with Hermes; the warmth of the sun in a place where it had been blotted out. Shifting closer to him and squeezing him tighter, you nodded. “Let’s go.”

Riding through the desert was a rush entirely different than puttering through the streets of the city. Hermes had shifted his shoulders forward, picked his feet up, and sent you sailing into the cool night. You shivered as the wind whipped around you, slipping your cold hands under his jacket to seek heat you couldn’t find through the leather. He jolted slightly at the contact, helmet tilting back toward you for a split second, and you thought you felt him laugh again. It was terrifying, cold and dark, save for the strip of road illuminated by the headlight.

But it was also exhilarating. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as his speed climbed, and although you were freezing, the excuse to curl closer to Hermes was not unwelcome. It felt like freedom, being even five minutes outside of Night City, seeing never-ending darkness rather than eternal, artificial light, being here with someone you barely knew, taking the risk of a lifetime. Your initial fear was gone, replaced entirely with childlike wonder, and you let out a quiet giggle, relaxing just slightly as you gazed out at your surroundings. 

You were almost a little disappointed when, as promised, Hermes began to slow a few minutes later, just as you were cresting the top of a bluff. When he had killed the engine and steadied his bike, he carefully pulled your arms from around him, swinging off of it to offer you a hand. You took it readily, leaning heavily on him as you stood on wobbly legs. He let out a quiet laugh as you stumbled into him just slightly, and you found yourself thankful for the helmet you still wore. Once you had gained your footing, he let you go, letting you remove the cumbersome thing before reaching for the pack he’d secured onto your back before your ride. 

“Sorry again about that,” he muttered, “I really didn’t think before I decided to bring things along. It was either you or the storage compartment on the back.”

You shook your head, running a hand through your hair. “Don’t worry about it, I needed it as much as you did. Holding onto my stuff the whole time would’ve been a pain.” Breathing a pleased sigh, you set your loaned helmet on the seat and turned to him.

He’d removed his own helmet and goggles, leaving only the bandana hiding him as he crouched in the sand, digging in his backpack. It was a little hard to tell whether his black hair was purposefully slicked back or simply still stuck in the same state his helmet had put it in, a few strands falling into his eyes. As he tucked them behind his ear, eyes narrowing in annoyance, your attention was drawn to the movement, and your gaze landed on the birthmark beside his left eye. Your jaw dropped open just slightly as you stared, taking a step forward and kneeling in front of him. Even with half of his face still hidden from you, you could tell Hermes was a fitting name for him—he truly did have the beauty of a Greek god.

Steely gray eyes flicked up as they registered the movement, and you felt the wind knocked out of you under their intensity. Just as quickly as they had snapped to you, they softened, and once again, you were left wondering how to reconcile your delivery boy with the vigilante-esque biker in front of you. 

“I brought some blankets, snacks and soju. I figured we could stay for a little while, get to know each other,” he murmured, looking out to the horizon. 

Was the dim light playing tricks on you, or were the tips of his ears turning pink?

You beamed at him, smiling wide with your teeth for the first time since you’d met, and Yeosang felt his heart flutter. It did that more frequently lately, it seemed.

“Sure, yeah. Does food mean I get to see the rest of your face?”

This time, you heard the giggle that left him, the sound wrapping you up like a warm hug. “That depends. You’re not going to drag me back to the Guardians by my hair if I end up being a wanted criminal, are you?”

“If I wanted to do that, I would’ve sent them after you and your friend two weeks ago.”

He sighed, breathing another laugh and looking at the ground, shaking his head. “Yeah, okay, that’s fair. Seriously, though. I might actually be a wanted criminal, and I might actually need you to confirm whether or not you’re going to turn me in.”

You blinked, brow furrowing for a moment. He couldn’t be serious. Sighing, you gave in. “No, I won’t drag you back to the authorities. I promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he murmured, standing and pulling a blanket from his backpack. “Do you want to face toward or away from the city?” 

You glanced behind you, back in the direction you had come from. The neon lights shone like a beacon in the distance, a slow gradient from electric blues and purples to fiery oranges and yellows as the city spread. Red tinted the edges of the amoebic mass of industry, giving the impression of a spreading fire or trickling blood. You shuddered.

“Away, please,” you murmured, and he nodded, spreading out the blanket to overlook the edge of the bluff, out into the quiet of the desert. Setting his bag at its edge, he gestured to it and moved back to his bike, pointing the headlight out in the direction you would be facing. You settled in, curling in on yourself and rubbing your arms for warmth against the chilly night. 

Before you could dwell on it too much, something warm and heavy dropped onto your shoulders. Glancing up, you found Hermes had shed his coat and settled it over your shoulders, leaving him in a tank top and you blushing. You hadn’t expected a toned body underneath the puffy Blue Bird jacket he always wore, and you could barely tear your eyes away from him as he situated himself next to you. He was a little more than just fit, if his arms were anything to go by.

“So,” he began, leaning back on his hands, eyes fixed with yours on the horizon. “New job, you said? What are you doing now?”

You heaved a sigh, pulling his jacket tighter around your shoulders as your eyes turned to the ground. “Production management,” you murmured dejectedly. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him shift to face you. “I got… Promoted, I guess. I don’t know why, because there are other people who’ve been there for years that I’m sure would be better at this than me, but…” you trailed off, sighing again, and when you glanced up, the concern in his eyes made your heart skip a beat. “I didn’t ask for it, but I couldn’t really turn it down.” 

His eyebrows creased for a moment, something like disgust or anger flashing behind his gaze. “Why not?”

You shifted uncomfortably, gnawing at the inside of your lip for a moment. “Well, I would’ve been stupid to, for one. And no isn’t a very well-received word when you work for the government.”

He hummed thoughtfully, looking back out over the horizon. “You didn’t have any sort of warning?” You shook your head, catching him glancing at you from your peripheral. “Don’t people usually give a two-week notice or something?” 

“They do when they don’t disappear without a trace.”

Yeosang shot upright at your words, eyes wide as he turned to you. “They what?”

You startled just slightly, turning to better face him. “He disappeared. No word, no sign. I got promoted the same day.”

“That’s… disturbing.” 

You nodded, shifting to rest your chin on your knees, and he shifted closer, settling one arm behind you. Leaning into his side, you sighed. “It happens, sometimes, when people step a little too far out of line. Par for the course in Night City.” You heard him scoff and felt him nod as he wrapped his arm around you, giving you a quick squeeze that had you relaxing immediately. 

“I’ve been wondering something,” he mused, breaking the silence that had begun stretching between the two of you. “Why didn’t you call the Guardians that night?” 

The question caught you off-guard and you sat up straighter, brows furrowing together. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, your building was right there, when you almost got flattened, and I think anyone else in your position would have taken full advantage of that fact. I know others in that Sector have—my friend’s had some pretty close calls before.” 

You frowned, painting careful neutrality back on your features as you stared at the ground. If anything were going yo betray you, it would be your eyes. “I didn’t really… This isn’t a trap, is it? We’ve been over me not ratting you out, but how do I know you’re not trying to trick me into saying the wrong thing? I haven’t even—”

“Seen my face?” he finished, and you nodded. “Look at me, Y/N.”

Slowly, you raised your eyes, your heart skipping a beat or two as you caught sight of his bandana, now resting just above his collar. Excitement surged in your chest as you let your gaze flicker over his features, quickly morphing into confusion and a bit of panic. “You look familiar,” you murmured, shifting away from him. “This has got to be a trap, please don’t—”

“Y/N,” he soothed, his quiet baritone settling your frayed nerves just slightly. “I wouldn’t have anything to do with the government if my life depended on it. Which, I rather prefer the opposite thing I’ve got going on instead.”

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, memories of his face flashing behind your eyes at lightning speed. Every bulletin, every news story, every poster that had displayed that same silhouette, described the same features you were staring at now, right down to the birthmark you’d been fantasizing about kissing. There were never any photos, but your mind had put together a decent enough replica.

Kang Yeosang was not the monster you had heard described in the media, you didn’t think. If he were, why hadn’t he taken his chance and poisoned your dinner? Why hadn’t he killed you the moment you were outside the city limits? Why hadn’t his friend just run you over? Where, in the slew of calls for his immediate arrest and reminders of how dangerous he and his friends were, was this man; the one who greeted you pleasantly, who made you laugh, and whose own giggles in return could warm you for days? You didn’t know what was real, what to believe anymore.

Despite yourself, you laughed. He tilted his head, an amused and wary expression on his face. “I’m sorry, I don’t— this is just—” you tried, gesturing between the two of you. “My delivery guy is Kang Yeosang, one of the most wanted criminals in Night City. It’s kind of ridiculous.”

The giggle that graced your ears was louder without barriers to cover his pretty little smile, and you beamed back at him, chest tight and warm. 

“Isn’t it dangerous for you to be out and about like that?” you questioned.

He shook his head. “It’s better to hide in plain sight, actually. The Guardians rely so much on facial recognition, anyway, that as long as I stay covered up, I’m not at much risk. The delivery job gives me a good excuse to do just that.”

You nodded thoughtfully, gaze turning back to the desert. “That makes sense, I guess. Are the rest of them doing the same thing?” 

“More or less.” 

“So… your friend from the other night, is he one of your vigilante buddies?”

He was silent for a long moment, and when you glanced back at him, his smile had been replaced with a pensive look. “The less I tell you, the better.” Your heart sank ever so slightly, but you nodded, hoping you hadn’t overstepped too far. “Just… For your own safety, you know?”

“Yeah… That makes sense. Sorry.” 

He turned to you again, tilting his head like a curious puppy, and you bit back a giggle. “Don’t be. I’m sorry for being so mysterious.”

“Don’t be,” you echoed, nudging him with your elbow. “It’s your life on the line, and I rather prefer you right where you are.”

If you could frame a moment, you would choose this one, when Yeosang blushed a shade of pink that was barely noticeable in the dim light, smiling shyly as his eyes turned to the ground. “I’m glad,” he murmured, voice only audible thanks to the complete silence around you, “because I prefer being here, too.”

It was your turn to blush as you reached for his backpack, pulling a bottle of soju from it and cracking it open, tilting the opening toward Yeosang. Cocking his head again, he followed suit, clinking the necks of your bottles together. 

“To being here, then,” you offered, heart fluttering at the return of his sweet smile.

“To being here.” 

With the tension broken, the silence between you two became comfortable, and you unfurled your legs from your chest, shifting to lean against Yeosang. After breaking into the snacks and a few swigs of soju, he finally broke the silence again. “You never answered my question, you know.” 

You thought for a moment, and he found himself holding back a giggle at the sight of the near-pout on your face. When the realization seemed to hit, you perked up quite comically, eyes wide. “Oh! I don’t really trust the authorities anymore. After…” you sighed, chewing on the inside of your lip. “I’ve never really liked them. They’re creepy, I know what they can do, and it’s… I don’t think like what they represent, I guess. I’ve never had the guts to do anything about it, but I’ve always kind of kept my distance. And after my old boss went missing, I didn’t really… I haven’t felt right getting them involved in anything.” 

He listened intently as you rambled for a moment, eyes locked onto your face as he searched for any form of deception. He couldn’t think of a single reason why you would lie to him, of all people, about your dislike for the guardians, and he was relieved when he read you as truthful. Hwa was right, then—you could be a helpful asset.

Nodding as you finished, he turned his gaze back to the horizon and capped the bottle in his hand. “That’s kind of what I thought too, at first, and it built from there pretty quickly. I guess that’s the Captain’s fault, though.” 

“Hongjoong?” You questioned, taking another stiff glug of your drink. 

That was a name that put you on edge to speak, like its utterance would summon its owner. Yeosang only hummed in confirmation.

You tucked yourself further into his side, tucking your legs up again as you picked at the label of your bottle. “I kinda thought you guys were a myth before tonight.” The look he gave you was something adjacent to offense, and you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up from your throat. “I don’t mean it in a bad way! The stories have just always been so much larger than life. I thought you were a legend the rebels of the city cooked up to keep hope or something.”

He laughed at your explanation, securing the arm that rested behind you around your waist and squeezing you into his side. You hid your face in his chest as heat rose to your cheeks, hoping he couldn’t feel your blush through the thin material of his tank top. 

“You did not,” he teased, shaking your shoulder lightly. When you didn’t raise your head and only mumbled something unintelligible in response, he sat up straighter, the hand that had been holding him up coming to lift your chin. “Oh my god, you did,” he teased when you wouldn’t meet his eyes, tongue caught between his teeth. He let out that distinct, adorable giggle, and you couldn’t stop your lips from twitching into a smile. 

“Yeah, I did,” you murmured, still plenty embarrassed. 

You felt him shift more than you saw it, turning your head to figure out what he was up to. Freezing for a moment as you found his face inches from your own, you glanced between his eyes and lips. His fingers shifted from under your chin to splay out over the side of your face, and you saw the ghost of a smirk tug at his lips.

“You’re blushing, Y/N,” he hummed, making you impossibly more aware of the heat in your cheeks and under his palm. 

When you didn’t respond, he hesitated, a small blip of wariness in the confidence on display in front of you. Before he could pull away completely, in a feat of bravery you didn’t know you were capable of, you pulled him in until your lips crashed together.

The little noise of surprise he let out was muffled between you, but he recovered quickly, pulling you tight against him and meeting your kiss with just as much fervor. He was quick to grab at your thigh, pulling it over his hips and tugging you into his lap. Hands settling on his shoulders, you barely noticed his coat falling from your own before his hands left you to catch it. He pulled back with a low hum and a smile as he settled the garment back where it had been, this time wrapping it in his embrace with you.

“Still think I’m just a myth?” He prodded, earning a scoff and an eye roll from you.

You smirked, though, as you looked back at him, eyes flickering over his own flushed face. “I don’t know, let me check again.”

You were almost sorry to swallow the giggle that left him, but any regret quickly melted away with the feeling of his lips on yours. This one was slower, soft and exploratory, a stark contrast to the sudden heat of the last. He dragged your chest flush with his own slowly, one hand splaying out between your shoulder blades while the other slid around to your opposite hip. The movement had goosebumps prickling over your skin and, despite the warmth of his body and the coat around you, you shivered. He hummed against your lips and held you ever so slightly tighter, hands beginning to wander across the expanse of your back.

When you finally broke for air, Yeosang’s hands settled at your waist, doing little more than steadying you as you breathed each other in, foreheads pressed together and eyes closed. It was like time had frozen around you, the silence of the desert night suspending you in an alternate reality, and it felt as though even the slightest movement would send you careening back to the doom that awaited you in Night City. Neither of you spoke, neither of you stirred; for a few short moments you wondered if you had forgotten how to breathe. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Yeosang broke the silence.

“Do you want me the way I want you?”

There was a rasp to his already deep voice that hadn’t been there before, and when you finally opened your eyes, he was already staring up at you, the desire burning low in his gaze making your breath catch in your throat. Swallowing thickly, you nodded, one of your hands slipping into the hair at the base of his skull. He hummed lowly, pleased, the corner of his mouth ticking up in a smirk, and guided your hips to rest more firmly against his own. You let out your own quiet sigh at the evidence of his arousal pressing against your core, quickly sealing your lips again. He met you once again with passion, an undercurrent of desperation and urgency in the way his hands ran up your body, pushing his coat off of your shoulders. Your grip on his hair tightened as he slid them under the hem of your shirt, and you swallowed the moan he let out, matching it with a quiet whine of your own.

His hands settled on your waist again, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your skin as he pulled back from you just long enough to speak, “Tell me.” You huffed, trying to guide his lips back to yours, but he held you fast. “I need to hear you say it, doll.”

The pet name had you whining, nodding eagerly as you squirmed against him. “Yes, Yeosang, I want you. Please.”

Your permission was all it took. In seconds, his lips were back on yours and his hands were exploring every inch of skin they could as his hips rolled up into your own. His explorations left your shirt bunched up, and as the cool night air met your skin to contrast pleasantly with the warmth of his hands, a shudder lit down your spine. His lips parted from your own to pepper open-mouthed kisses and teasing nips down the pillar of your throat, hands dropping back to your hips to drag you more solidly against the bulge in his jeans. You both let out breathy, broken moans and found each other’s eyes, desperation reflected back at the both of you. Your hands fell from his shoulders to slink under his tank top for a moment, fingers wandering over the toned muscles you found for a moment before running over his waistband, tugging at the buckle of his belt.

“Eager,” he murmured, leaning up to nip at your pulse. He ground up into you roughly as he shifted under you, one hand settled firmly on your hip while the other splayed over your shoulders. You barely registered his words, too preoccupied with the need coursing through you, when he spoke again. “Flip with me.”

You complied easily, letting him roll you onto your back and settle between your legs. His gaze was hungry as he ran his hands down your thighs, hesitating when he reached your waistband. A nod seemed to be all he needed to unfasten them and drag them down your legs along with your underwear, leaving you bare to his gaze and the night air, one or both of the sensations sending a shudder lighting down your spine. Feeling exposed, you moved to close your legs, but in a flash, Yeosang was settled firmly between them, fingers kneading at your thighs as he hovered at eye-level with your core. 

He lapped a fat stripe over your folds and it was over for you both. The groan he let out and the hungry way he dove back in had you whimpering in seconds, legs twitching where they rested over his shoulders. His tongue worked over you a little clumsily at first, but the moment he found the things that had you gasping or whimpering, he was zeroing in on them, building you rapidly toward a peak you weren’t quite ready to fall over.

“Sangie,” you gasped, reaching down to tug at his hair and drag him up.

His eyes, closed in reverence of his position and your body, snapped open, and he sucked hard on your clit. You whined, pushing back against the top of his head. “Yeosang,” you tried again, “need you t’... Need you.”

He hummed lowly, pressing a kiss to your folds before pushing himself back up, caging you in with his body. 

“You’ve got me,” he murmured, leaning down to mouth at your neck again.

You whined in protest, hand finding his hair again to pull his lips to yours, earning a low chuckle from the man above you. Reaching for his belt, you ran your nails over the front of his jeans, pulling a hiss of your own from his lips. When fumbling blindly with his belt buckle became a lost cause for both of you, he sat back on his heels, unfastening both his belt and his pants. He paused only to pull his wallet from his pocket and a condom from his wallet before he was shoving his jeans and boxers down. You let out a quiet moan at the sight of his cock, flushed and leaking, propping yourself up on an elbow and reaching for him.

The look of him as you wrapped your fingers around him was a memory you wanted to keep forever. His eyes rolled back in his head and his hips twitched up into your touch, a broken moan falling from his lips. His fingers tightened around the foil packet between them as you slowly pumped his length, his breathing quickly becoming ragged. Within moments, one hand was snapping down to grab at your wrist, halting your movements. 

“You keep at that much longer, angel, and I’m not gonna last.”

You grinned, lip caught between your teeth, thumb swiping over his weeping slit. He heaved an unsteady breath, head rolling back again, before he focused back on you, glaring.

“Fuck me already, then,” you quipped, mouth ticking up in a smirk.

He huffed another laugh, shaking his head as he tore the foil open, reaching for you the moment he had a hand free to pull you in for another kiss. He lowered you to the ground as he rolled the condom over himself, gasping into your mouth at the friction, and you clung hard to his shoulders as he settled back over you. You whined as he parted from you again, tugging at his head to urge him back, but he grabbed your wrist, lacing your fingers and pinning your hand to the ground as he lined himself up with your entrance. 

“You’re sure about this?”

As touched as you were by the check-in, it made your jaw twitch in irritation. 

“Yes, I’m sure, fuck me, Yeosang–!” His name morphed into a long, drawn out moan as he pushed into you in one quick, fluid stroke. His own low sound melded with your own, crafting a harmony that would be echoing in your mind for weeks. 

He paused for a breath, leaning down to kiss you quickly, catching your bottom lip between his teeth. You whined as he shifted within you, breath already coming in short; you were desperate for him, and if he weren’t just as desperate for you, Yeosang would have taken more time to commit the sight to memory. But with the way your walls were hugging him—and the way you had already begged him, the sight of the rapid rise and fall of your chest and the knowledge that he caused that—he couldn’t wait long or this would be over before it had even really started.

The moment you felt him begin to move, really move, within you, you let out a gasp, the hand he didn’t have pinned snapping up to tangle in his hair. You pulled him forward as he fucked into you, pressing your foreheads together, and he followed your lead eagerly, catching your lips in a sloppy kiss. It devolved quickly into little more than you moaning into each other’s mouths, hips rocking together rapidly as you chased bliss together. He was warm, strong and sure above you, and the night around you faded into nothing with the way his body covered yours, leaving both of you once again suspended in a world of your own making. Your cries and whines of pleasure echoed out into the nothingness of the desert, and for once you didn’t bother silencing yourself—out here, there were no repercussions for your pleasure. 

For the second time that night, you mused over how Yeosang—a man you were taught was the enemy, trapped in a prison of his mind’s own making—felt like freedom. The build of the high you were chasing now reminded you of the rush of adrenaline that had coursed through you on the back of his bike such a short time ago, and you pulled him impossibly closer to you, needing to feel his body flush against yours in the same way. A quiet grunt left him as he dropped down to his elbow, stuttering for only a second before picking his pace back up. You settled your feet on the ground, using the leverage to tilt your hips up, and with that small shift, you were seeing stars. His cock was hitting that perfect spot inside of you, his lips were chasing yours every chance he got, and his grip on your hand was tightening; you could tell he was just as close to his peak as you were as he sighed your name against your lips.

He feels like freedom. The thought echoed in your head again, this time louder, and your heart skipped several beats in quick succession. Your chest, throat and core all tightened together, and you pressed your lips against Yeosang’s lips with purpose as your orgasm crashed over you like a wave. You swallowed the drawn-out moan that left him as your walls milked him dry, his hips twitching against your own. He pulled back while you were still lost on cloud nine, wanting to drink in the sight of you, and when his eyes caught the tearstains on your cheeks, his headlight tinging them gold, his stomach dropped. But your eyes blinked open as he wiped them away, a hazy, blissful smile on your face, and he felt himself relax just a bit.

“What’s wrong, angel?” he murmured, and your chest clenched at the concern in his voice. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?’

You shook your head vehemently. “No, Sangie, you were perfect. I just… It felt really good to let go,” you admitted, turning your gaze away from his own. “I haven’t ever been able to, with the whole…” You gestured back toward Night City, and he raised his head to stare back at it, frowning.

WIth a sigh, Yeosang nodded, slipping out of you to sit up. You whined in protest, grabbing at him, and he placated you with a kiss before shifting around to clean both of you up. Once you were dressed again, the cold quickly having become unbearable without his heat, he tugged you into his lap.

“I’m sorry you’ve never had an experience like this before,” he hummed, pressing a kiss into your hair, “but I’m glad I could provide it, and I hope you’ll let me again.”

You smiled brightly against his chest, nodding. “Any time, Sangie. I’m just sorry so many other people miss out on this.”

“Me too.”

“It felt like freedom,” you murmured after a stretch of silence. “You feel like freedom.”

Another moment you wanted you imprint on your brain; the grin he gave you before he yanked you in for another kiss.

When he returned to the rest of the Blue Birds for patrol the next night, Yeosang was keenly aware of Seonghwa’s eyes boring holes into the back of his skull. No doubt he was curious about the details of the previous night’s escapades and itching to give him an earful for wandering off with a government employee and no backup or contingency plan. Sure enough, when the gang split for their respective patrols, he was the one left with their leader. It wasn’t unusual by any stretch, but since the change to his callsign, Seonghwa had been putting Yeosang with other people more frequently to give everyone a chance to adjust.

As they set out, silence stretched between the two riders, and Yeosang couldn’t shake the discomfort it brought. After only a short fifteen minutes, he had to break it.

“You’re mad at me.”

It was purposeful, he was sure, the way he could hear Seonghwa’s drawn-out sigh over his comms. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

“But I didn’t,” he countered, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“You could have gotten yourself arrested.” 

Yeosang scoffed. “What’s the difference, these days?” The silence that met his ears spoke volumes. “Look, I know you aren’t happy about it, but I did it, and I survived. And I think you might be right—she might be on our side, she just doesn’t know it yet.”

Another sigh. “What does that even mean, Yeosang?”

“I figured out why she didn’t call you in.” Silence, this time, but where he had been pointedly keeping ahead of his companion, Seonghwa sat back just a bit, slowing his pace to ride with him. “She doesn’t trust them.”

“Who does?”

“Like eighty percent of the population. Can you be civil for long enough for me to explain, please?” Silence met Yeosang’s ears, but it was miles better than snark. “She’s worked on the things—she knows their wiring and their programming back to front. She could be a very valuable asset to us.”

“So you’ve said—I fail to see how this is more than grunt work.”

“She just got promoted to the position our guy was in before.”

Seonghwa’s helmet whipped to face him for a split second. “Okay, now that is something. Did you convince her to help us, then?”

Yeosang chewed on his lip. “Not yet, but I think I can.”

The deep breath that echoed through his earpiece set his nerves on edge. “You’d better work fast. She’s good at her job—the things our guy was blocking from release are almost ready to be delivered to the masses, according to my intel. We need her position back as soon as possible, and there are already plans in motion.”

There it was. His stomach dropped and bile rose in his throat. “You’ve already called a hit on her.”

“In my defense, I didn’t know it was this girl you’re head over heels for.”

“Says you,” he spat, uncharacteristically nasty, eyeing the way his companion’s shoulders rose. “It wouldn’t have mattered anyway.”

Silence once again, heavy and tangible, hung in the road between the two men.

“If we only resort to death and violence, we’re no better than they are.”

Seonghwa’s scoff echoed as he revved his engine, pulling ahead once again. This time, it didn’t seem like he would be falling back. “I can give you a week. Either convince her or get over her. It’s your choice.”

Yeosang scowled, watching with a glare that could kill as his friend faded into the horizon. He didn’t need a whole week.

Two days later, when you were once again working late and in desperate need of a meal, Blue Bird Delivery was out of service once again. Your heart sank and bile rose in your throat at the implication, and you promptly locked your phone, suddenly too sick to eat. You drowned yourself in your work for the next hour or so, blissfully uninterrupted. It wasn’t until your phone pinged in your pocket, signaling the building’s front buzzer, that you were pulled back into reality. Blinking the measurements and notes from your vision, you frowned, clicking the front camera onto your computer and opening the intercom. “Yes?” 

“Blue Bird Delivery with an order for Y/N,” came the quick reply, Yeosang’s voice crackling through the speaker. You rubbed your temples and sighed heavily, feeling like the weight of the world had been taken off of your shoulders as you relaxed. 

“I’ll be down in a minute.” You bit the inside of your lip, holding back your grin as you made your way downstairs and through the front door as fast as possible.

He seemed even more on edge than usual tonight, shoulders tensed up nearly to his ears, you noted when he came into view. This time, it was you who used his greeting to cover your question. 

“Are you alright?”

He hummed quietly, barely loud enough for you to hear, and turned on his heel, leaving you stunned and confused, a million questions running through your mind. Did he regret taking you out? Did he regret the sex? If he wasn’t here to talk, why was Yeosang bringing you food that you hadn’t been able to order in the first place? He had seemed happy for the rest of the night, holding you close, watching from the street as you had made your way into your apartment building and waved to him from the window, pouting just slightly before you’d arrived that he couldn’t kiss you good night. In a slight daze, you made your way back to your office, locking the door behind you before settling in to eat. No matter how bitter the food would taste now, you needed to eat, but you certainly didn’t want anyone disturbing you. 

Pulling the bag open, your eyes immediately zeroed in on an unfamiliar shock of blue tucked down the side of it. You squinted for a brief second in consideration of it, quickly thinking better of pulling it from the bag. Removing the takeout containers resulted in the paper falling down into the bottom of the bag, and as you set it below your desk as you had made a habit of, readying it for the remnants of your dinner, you glimpsed the message scrawled on it.

“1 hr. -H”

You swallowed thickly, anxiety coiling in your gut. What the hell had you gotten yourself into?

He was waiting in the same place he had been before, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the wall. You hesitated as you approached him, and his heart sank. He wanted so badly to touch you, to kiss you, to pull you to him, but he couldn’t risk that emotional breakdown happening in the center of Night City if this went south. Still, he offered you a half-hearted version of his little finger wave.

“What’s with the passing notes?” You questioned, attempting to laugh off the awkwardness. 

“I need you to make a decision.” If you weren’t nervous before, you certainly were now, heart pounding against your ribcage as you bit back a retort about your relationship being too new for ultimatums. “I can either be here as an opportunity or a warning.”

“Should we go somewhere—” you started, only for him to cut you off with a raised hand.

“We’re safe enough here, and I don’t want to waste gas. This is a blind spot for surveillance.” You nodded, wrapping your arms around yourself for comfort. This didn’t feel good. “The rebellion needs someone in your position. Your previous boss was—”

“I know,” you cut in. “I found the forged documents ages ago, before I even took over.”

He went silent, head tilting to the side. You wished you could see the puppy-like look under his disguise.

“He wasn’t sneaky. He didn’t destroy any of the evidence—I found it all the morning I got promoted. The drawings, the inspection sheets, all of it. Are you here to ask me to take over for him?”

Yeosang hesitated. “Well, I was going to, yes. The issue is, you’re a little too good at your job, and if you keep being good at it, I and my people will start losing our footing. And…” He paused, taking a deep breath, trying to ignore the way you were staring at him with narrowed eyes. “There might already be a hit out on you from some of the higher-ups. So it’s kind of a ‘help us or die’ situation.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach. “There’s no other alternative?”

“Not unless you wanted to end up running and hiding for the rest of your life like we do.”

Your decision, and therefore your reply, was instantaneous. “How do I do that?”

If you could see his face, you probably would have laughed at the stunned look Yeosang was giving you. “What?”

“I don’t want this life anymore. I’ve spent my entire life making absolutely sure I fit the mold, and it’s been absolutely terrifying every step of the way. I’ve lost coworkers, friends, even family members for bullshit or unknown reasons and I—” Your voice broke and you paused, regaining your composure. “I felt free with you the other night. I want to feel that again, as often as I can.”

He was quiet for long enough that dread settled back in your stomach. When he finally broke the silence, you could hear the mask fall away from his voice. “Let’s go for a ride, then. We’ll figure this out together.”

You grinned, waiting impatiently for him to settle over his bike before climbing on behind him, wrapping tightly around him, this time in excitement rather than fear. Like the first night, you felt him laugh. “Hold on tight, doll, you’re in for a bit of a bumpy ride.” 

Despite knowing he was talking about more than poorly paved roads this time, your heart soared. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, Hermes.”

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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.

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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.

[jannah1721]

A vampire Story

Disclaimer: This is purely fictional and is only a product of my imagination. This is a Toey X Everyone Vampire AU from We Are The Series.

EXORDIUM

“Uncle Tay! Are you alright?”

Toey crouches down to where his uncle just fell down, worry visible on his face. He carried the older man to sit on the sofa nearest to him before he proceeds to inspect his uncle’s physical condition to make sure that there are no injuries. However, he noticed that his uncle feels a bit warm.

“Uncle, you have a fever! Please go home and take a rest. I can take care of the shop”.

“But this bouquet needs to be delivered today…”, Uncle Tay points to a bouquet of burgundy roses that fell on the floor together with him just now.

Toey quickly grabs the bouquet before facing his uncle again, “Don’t worry, uncle! I will have this delivered in no time! For now, let me take you back to your house next door. I’ll deliver the flowers afterwards and buy you a porridge on my way back, ok?”

PUN

Toey arrived at the address of the recipient. He rings the bell on the gate once and is immediately greeted by a cheerful young lad.

“It’s usually Uncle Tay who sent the flowers”, the man tries to strike a conversation with Toey while signing the receipt.

“Ahh Uncle Tay caught a fever today so I went on his stead”, Toey explains.

The man takes both of Toey’s hands in his, surprising Toey, and stares at Toey’s face with his big eyes. “Ohh that’s unfortunate. Wishing him speedy recovery. Thank you for the delivery. I’m Pun. And you?”

“Toey”.

“Toey! Hope to see you again!”

Toey watches Pun’s disappearing figure as the gate closes.

CHAIN

Tay Florist receives a similar order from the same resident the next week.

“Mr. Phum? When did he start being your regular customer, Uncle Tay?”, Toey inquires, in curiosity.

“Ahh it’s been a while. 2-3 years ago, if I’m not mistaken. In the beginning, he used to buy the flowers in person. A fine man, trying to woo the love of his life. He started opting for deliveries after he managed to win the heart of the recipient of the roses. It has always been burgundy roses. Which symbolizes commitment, gratitude and loyalty. The last time I saw him, he told me that they started to live together. Ahh the fact that he still ordering from this shop till now means that their relationship is going well. I missed seeing him in person though”.

“Wahh such a beautiful story”, said Toey in awe. “Couple goals!”

Uncle Tay chuckles and put a bouquet of burgundy roses that he just finished wrapping, onto Toey’s hands. “Here, please deliver this to Mr. Phum’s residence. I hope you still remember the way?”

“Yes, I do. I’ll be going now. Will be back soon!”

It takes about half an hour from the florist to Mr. Phum’s residence by motorcycle. On the way there, it started pouring.

Toey rings the bell on the gate. He wasn’t greeted by Pun this time. Instead, he heard a voice asking who he is from the intercom’s speaker, that is also, after he rings the bell for the third time. After confirming that Toey is there to deliver the roses, the gate automatically opens and he is instructed to enter. He rushes towards the front door of the big house, where a man who looks slightly older than him, opens the door.

“I’m very sorry that you had to wait in this rain! Our caretaker is pretty occupied right now. Thankfully I heard the bell”, the man explains, apologetically.

To be honest, Toey was feeling a little displeased but he understands that things happen. What is needed is just an apology, which he already received.

“It’s alright, I understand. Your signature, please”. Toey hands the receipt to the man.

Instead of taking the receipt, the man reaches out to hold Toey’s right hand, which is used to hand the receipt. Toey gasps. He looks up at the man’s face. Toey thought that the man is attractive. He feels like there’s a magnetic force between them. Which tries to pull Toey towards the man. Toey desires…to get closer…

“Toey!”

Pun throws himself onto Toey, giving Toey a bear hug. Toey wakes up from the…”trance”…

“Nice seeing you again! Ahh let me introduce you! This guy here is Chain. He’s a medic student! Chain, this is Toey! The one that I told you about!”

The guy, Chain, nods in acknowledgement. “Ahh! Hello, Toey. Nice to finally meet you”.

Toey doesn’t show it, but he feels a little uncomfortable and awkward, after what happened between him and Chain just now, and also, wondering what about him that Pun told Chain about.

“Nice to meet you too, Chain”.

Pun quickly signs the receipt and takes the bouquet.

“For your information, I’m the caretaker of this residence. Umm…This might be a weird request. Say, Toey. Do you mind to work here during this summer vacation? I need help with managing the residence at this time. You don’t have to worry about foods and we will provide you a room here for you to stay for free! I know I sounds desperate. I really don’t know who else I can ask. If you agree, we can discuss this with Phum. He pays well, no worries!”

Toey is bewildered by the sudden request. “Umm but I have to ask for Uncle Tay’s permission first…”

“Phum will call Uncle Tay regarding this matter, is that ok?”, Pun excitedly proposed, ignoring Toey’s discomfort.

“Umm…let me think about it, yeah?”

“Yay! Sure!”

“Toey, Mr. Phum personally requested you to work for him as a caretaker at his residence this summer vacation. He called me just now. He agreed to pay you 300,000baht for this 3-weeks period. Do you want to take up the offer?”

Toey chokes on his breakfast. 300,000baht? For real?

“Are YOU ok with that? He is asking for someone else’s employee to work for him”, Toey retaliates.

His uncle lets out a light laugh. “I don’t mind, my dear. He’s paying you way more than I could afford to pay you. Plus, I know he’s a good man. You will learn a lot living there. It’s good to have a change in routine during this holiday. Go ahead, Toey. I’ll be happy if you accept this offer”.

“Fine”. Toey is determined to fulfill his uncle’s wish.

PHUM’S RESIDENCE

“Everyone, Nong Toey will be staying here till the end of summer holidays as our caretaker. Pun, kindly brief him on things to do and everyone else, please be kind to Nong Toey”.

Toey’s thought upon meeting Phum for the first time was…the man is so charismatic. He wishes to be as cool as and successful as Phum. Finding out that Phum is just two years older than him, he was amazed that Phum owned the residence at such a young age.

“Meet my fiancé, Peem”.

Peem, on the other hand, is such a graceful creature, Toey thought. He admires how soft spoken and warm-hearted Phum’s fiancé is, as Peem welcome him with a delicious chocolate cupcake.

Toey was soon introduced to the rest of the tenants. Pun and Chain, whom he already known. Fang, Phum’s older brother. Tan, Fang’s lover, who frequently visits the residence and sometimes staying over. Phum also mentioned another resident named Q, who was not in attendance during Toey’s arrival as the man was having his artworks showcased in another city. Apparently, Q is a painter. Phum told Toey that he can expect to meet Q perhaps by tomorrow.

“Pun, did Mr. Phum rent the rooms in this residence?”

Pun snickers. “Well, you could say it like that but we are all actually Peem’s friends! Me, Chain, Tan and Q! Tan doesn’t live here but you would see his face here almost every day. If he stays over, he’ll be in Fang’s room. Chain and Q move here as this residence is closer to the university. Phum of course offered to stay for free, but both of them insisted that they should pay rent, at least. As for me, I am being paid by Phum as I decided to be the caretaker here”.

Pun was showing Toey around. Phum’s residence has 3 floors in total. Phum and Peem’s room is on the highest floor, Fang’s room on the second floor, while Pun, Chain and Q’s rooms are all on the first floor. Toey is given the room next to Fang’s on the second floor. There is currently an empty guest room on the ground floor, which was often used by Phum’s friends named Beer and Mick, whenever the two men stayed over, usually to finish up university assignments. Now that it’s the semester break, the two friends went back to their respective home town, according to Pun.

Pun and Toey are now in Toey’s new room. The room is painted in dark blue color, Toey’s favorite. “I like the room. It’s cozy”, Toey sits down at the edge of the bed, feeling the soft, gray luxury silk duvet with his hands.

Pun clears his throat. “Nong Toey, I have a serious question to ask you”.

Toey’s smile falters a little in a worry. Yet he gently nods, a cue for Pun to proceed.

“Did you ever encounter any vampires before?”

Toey blinks. “Umm…yeah, I did. Even though their population is not that much but I know that some do live around us. I never had a negative experience like being attacked before though. Thankfully, the vampires that I encountered…they all have self-control…Is what I would like to believe”.

“I see. Do you have any charms on you?”

“To keep vampires away? I did have this charm that my parents gave me few years back. But since I live in a safe neighborhood where no vampires are known to be living there, I rarely wear it. I usually just keep it in my bag”, Toey rummages through his backpack and lets out a hexagon-shaped charm necklace with a rose engraved on it to show to Pun. Pun inspects the necklace carefully.

“Hmm…this charm of yours is already weak. It needs new holy recitation and to be run through the holy water to revive its power. It’s ok. For now, you can wear this one!”, Pun gives Toey an oval-shaped, golden colored charm necklace with a symbol of what looks like a sun on it. “Please wear it all the time, at least when you are working inside or around this residence”.

Toey tilts his head, a confused expression on his face. Pun answers Toey’s silent question. “Because aside from me and you, the rest are all vampires”.

PUN (II)

It is Toey’s second day at Phum’s residence. After breakfast, he runs down the mental notes of Pun’s instructions: in the morning, they will start by beautifying the garden outside. After lunch, they will start cleaning inside the house. Cleaning the tenants’ rooms will only start at 3pm since most vampires sleep after the sun rises. They don’t need to prepare any meals as vampires only need blood to survive. Toey was astonished yesterday, when Pun showed him what is inside the cabinets in the kitchen. He also realized that they are all cold cabinets, like a refrigerator, set at 4 degrees Celsius. For the storage of packets of blood, divided by types. There are mostly animal blood and some human blood. The stocks of blood from the blood bank are usually delivered on Wednesdays. At one corner of the kitchen though, there are some rice, bread, instant foods, snacks and some ingredients for cooking, which obviously belong to Pun. However, the ingredients for baking – they are Peem’s. Surprisingly, Peem loves baking.

“Have you ever get bitten by your vampire friends before, Pun?”, Toey inquires, in the middle of cutting some stems for propagating the plants.

“Lots of times. But I make it clear that I don’t want them to make it a habit. I wear strong charms, so most of the time, it’s not possible for them to bite me. I offered myself, but only during special occasions or critical conditions”.

“I see. I’m very curious. How did you stay this long with your vampire friends?”

“You see, nong. Biologically, they might be different from us humans. However, they still do have emotions, feelings and even changes in moods. These things that connect and bind people together – they have them. They also have interests and hobbies, just like us. They have their favorite sports and video games – just like us. We shared feelings, being vulnerable, seeking to understand each other and putting our trust…Ended up with this fulfilling and meaningful friendship”.

Even though Toey is not looking at Pun, he can hear smile in Pun’s words.

Toey smiles as well. He looks up at Pun in admiration. Then he turns his body facing Pun and can’t help but to ask, “So…how does it feel to be bitten?”

Pun gives him a sly leer. “Hmm, so curious, aren’t you? Let’s see…The experience differs with different vampires but for sure, before you get bitten, you will feel a certain kind of…attraction…if I may say that…Because the way vampires get to bit you is to lure you to them so you will definitely feel like something is pulling you towards them. Sometimes you will be aware of it and sometimes you don’t”.

Toey recalls that day he first met Chain. He remembered the pulling sensation, as well as how his mind got hazy all of a sudden. He shivers, thinking that Chain was probably trying to bite him that time.

Pun crosses his arms, then gently rubs his own shoulders with his hands, as if hugging himself - presumably reminiscing the feeling of getting his blood sucked by a vampire. He closes his eyes before he continues, “Once the vampire’s fangs are inside your neck, you don’t really feel pain….It does stings a bit in the beginning but in no time, you will be overwhelmed by…a euphoric rush…Your pleasure receptors felt stimulating…Uhh…”

“I see! Umm…thank you for the explanation!”, Toey shouts, red blush appears on his cheeks. Toey was focused on Pun’s facial expression the whole time. He was a little embarrassed seeing Pun’s look of ecstasy. Although there is another thing that makes him curious now: who is in Pun’s mind?

Q

Toey and Pun just finished mowing the lawn and currently heading back inside the residence to clean themselves first before lunch.

“Toey, Phum bought some toiletries for your room. I forgot to bring them to your room yesterday. So come by my room first!”

“That’s so sweet of Mr. Phum. He gives the best hospitality”. He silently praised the owner of the residence in his head. He has increasing respect for the man as well.

The second and the middle room from the stairs on the first floor, is Pun’s room. The room nearest to the staircase belongs to Chain. Toey spotted a “DO NOT DISTURB” label hanging on the doorknob of Chain’s door when they passed by. Toey grins by himself, thinking how interesting his days will be, surrounded by various kinds of characters.

“Just go straight to the kitchen when you’re done. I’m cooking fried rice! Are you ok with that?”, Pun asks, while handing Toey a basket of luxury hygiene products.

“OK! See you later!”

Pun gives a small wave and closes the door.

Toey notices that the room at the end of the hallway, next to Pun’s, had the door open wide. Instead of heading towards the stairs, he starts walking to the other side, to the room which supposedly belongs to Q. Toey peeks inside. What he sees, is fascinating. The room is full of beautiful, soul-stirring (at least in Toey’s POV) paintings on canvas. The room is undoubtedly messy, with the brushes and other painting tools scattered all over the floor, on the desk, on the nightstand, yet it is spotlessly clean. A single painting placed near the balcony catches his eyes. He sets down the basket of hygiene products on the floor, so he can have a closer look and admire the painting: A side profile of who Toey assumed to be a man because of the hair, taken a little from the back, so the face can’t be seen clearly. The man is leaning back on a round daybed, with a stunning view of mountains and ocean. Toey analyzes other details in the painting and come to a conclusion that it might be at some resort. At the bottom right of the painting, is a scribble of words.

The moon is sinking again today

The vibrant canaries singing melodiously

The scent of love getting near

The beauty untouched – hope to see you again

Q Nirandon

It seems that Q is not only good in painting but he seems to also be quite a poet. No wonder Phum called him “Maestro Q”.

This painting is mysterious and the poem somehow affected him in a way that he felt loved. Toey likes it. He is eager to meet this artist face to face. He believes that Q must be someone endearing; a darling sweetheart.

For a while, Toey has forgotten that he is CURRENTLY INSIDE Q’s room. But there’s no Q in sight and the room is dead silent. The fact that the door was open means that Q must have already been back home from the showcase. Toey turns his head towards the door leading to the bathroom. It was left ajar. Toey pushes the door open.

Toey only sees a pair of pale legs hanging at the edge of the bathtub. On instinct, he rushes towards the bathtub, finding a man with both eyes closed, crossing his arms, underwater. Toey panics. He roughly grabs both the man’s shoulders, getting the man’s head out from the bathtub and propping him into a sitting position.

“Hey! Are you ok? Can you hear me? Wake up!”

Toey lightly slaps the man’s cheeks in hopes that the man would wake up. The coldness of the man’s skin upon Toey’s touch, creates more panic in him.

A hand grabs Toey’s right arm, stopping his actions. Toey finds himself staring deep into Q’s sharp, hazel eyes. Oh yeah, Toey forgot. Toey was imagining a worst-case scenario; an accident; of falling asleep in the bath. Toey forgot, that Q is a vampire. Toey forgot, that vampires don’t breathe the same way humans do. Toey forgot, vampires can survive underwater. Q harshly pulls the same arm, and Toey ends up falling into the bathtub.

Despite the cold water, Toey is currently feeling the heat as he realized the position he’s in. He had his back facing Q, trapped in Q’s arms, the man is breathing down his neck and most importantly, Q is half naked, with only boxers on. They stay in that position for quite some time. Toey is speechless and Q seems to enjoy smelling the poor human.

“I’m hungry”, Q breaks the silence. Toey swears he can hear the loud thumping of his chest. He’s feeling the tingles, hearing the man’s deep voice.

“Uhh…I’ll get you your meal in a bit! What do you prefer? The animal blood or the human blood?”, Toey’s voice went a pitch higher due to nervousness (and shyness). He tries to free himself but Q embraces him tighter.

Q whispers into Toey’s ear, “Remove the charm”.

The charm, is what saving Toey from being bitten and hypnotized by Q.

“Don’t worry, I won’t suck you dry. It won’t hurt. I’ll make sure I’ll make you feel good…”, Q further persuade, his voice going lower with each sentence.

Toey is thrashing his body around, left and right, visibly struggling to free himself now. “Please, let me go!”

The man behind him further strengthens his hold, also refusing to give up. “You came to me yourself, with a delicious smell. Now you want to leave without giving me a taste? You’re torturing me”.

Something inside Toey snaps hearing those words. Q made it sounds like Toey is simply a source of nutrition. It upsets him to be looked at that way. He doesn’t know where the energy came from but finally, he is able to break away from Q’s grip, jumping out of the bathtub. Thankfully, Q remain in his place and doesn’t continue hunting for Toey.

Toey can finally take a good look at his captor’s face. Epicanthic fold eyes, pretty Greek nose, gorgeous freckles, firm jaw, red luscious lips. Toey’s breathe stuck in his throat. Q is absolutely stunning; highly attractive. He is an art himself, says Toey in his mind.

“I’ll get you some packets of blood soon”.

Toey runs out of the room in his drenched clothes, which he doesn’t realized until he arrived into his room. He doesn’t even realize that he ran across Pun, who just came out of his room, shouting Toey’s name when he saw the trails of water Toey left behind. Pun looks at the direction Toey came from. Q’s room. He shakes his head.

“Poor boy. I have to remind him to be cautious around Q and Chain. Those two are pretty voracious”.

When Q gets out of his bathroom, his eyes focus on something unfamiliar on the floor near his painting. Dark blue colored basket. Toey left Phum’s gifts for him in Q’s bedroom.

FANG

Toey arrives at the kitchen in fresh clothes after about 10 minutes. Pun is nearly done with the cooking.

“You don’t have to go back to Q’s. I already sent his lunch over”, Pun announces, while cracking an egg onto the heated pan.

Today’s lunch consists of TomYum fried rice with sunny side up eggs and sausages. Pun interrogates Toey regarding what happened inside Q’s room over lunch. He is pretty entertained by Toey’s story.

“Q might look like a Romeo on the surface and he may act like one. In reality, he’s more like Tybalt. Hot-headed, argumentative, brash and strong-willed. But perhaps those traits are what caused him to be known as the Maestro. I should’ve warned you about him. But now that you already met him, you know what you have to put up with”. Pun winks at him. Toey lets out a sigh.

After lunch, they both start cleaning the hallways and the common rooms from the ground floor up to the 3rd floor. They finished a little past 3pm and both of them decided to split up cleaning the tenants’ rooms next. Today, Toey is in charge of cleaning Fang and Phum/Peem’s rooms.

Toey knocks on Fang’s door. “Mr. Fang, is it ok for me to come in and clean your room?”

It doesn’t take long for the door to open. Toey is greeted by another shock of the day. Fang opens the door, just in shorts, a sexy case of bed hair and love bites all over his neck and chest. His lover, Tan, probably also half naked, can be seen still sleeping with one of his arms hanging down the bed. Toey is sure that his face must be as red as a tomato right now.

“Uhh…uhh…I’m sorry! I can…I can go clean Mr. Phum’s room first!”, Toey stumbles on his words, trying to look at anywhere but the provocative man in front of him.

Toey hears Fang’s laugh. “It’s ok, Nong. Give me 5 minutes”.

From behind the door, Toey can hear Fang telling Tan to wake up. He is standing frozen, still processing what he just saw.

Two figures emerge from the room, now fully clothed in their cozy loungewear.

“Go ahead, Nong. We’ll be at the library upstairs. Do inform us when you’re done”, Fang instructs.

“Sure, Mr. Fang”. Toey still can’t meet Fang’s eyes as the scene just now keeps replaying in his head.

Fang’s room is pretty organized. Paper works stack neatly on the working table, cosmetic products lined up on the vanity desk, ebony-stained open shelves which are filled with books and other decorations such as vases and crystals. The room is painted in dark purple, a color that suits the man, Toey thought. All in all, Fang seems to be someone who dislikes untidiness so cleaning his room doesn’t demand lots of energy from Toey.

Bedroom area – Done.

Bathroom – Done.

Only left with cleaning the balcony. The sky is clear today, and Toey is slightly distracted by a flying eagle hunting its prey. He leans his body on the guard railing, zero in on the eagle.

“And like a thunderbolt, he falls”.

Toey jumps in surprised. Fang’s face is too close. Too close that if Toey move just an inch forward, he will be able to kiss Fang’s cheek.

“Mr. Fang! Umm…I’m sorry! I’m going to clean here real quick!”

Only then Toey notices, that Fang is standing behind him with both hands stretched out holding the guard rail in front of him. Which means, he is sandwiched between the rail and Fang. The tall, beautiful man behind him, doesn’t budge. Toey starts panicking.

Fang giggles, running his fingers through Toey’s bangs. “You do your job well. I already inspected the room inside and it’s perfectly clean. Thank you”.

Toey blinks, not expecting to be praised at all.

“I came back to get my sketchbook. Please continue. Take your time”.

Toey fixes his gaze on Fang’s retreating back until the man is no longer in the room. When he turns back to look at the tree where the eagle was moments ago, the eagle is no longer there.

The eagle is already on the ground, feasting on the now dead squirrel.

Q (II)

Day 3.

After the encounter with Fang, the rest of yesterday was pretty uneventful. Toey was more tired than usual, since it was his first full day working at Phum’s residence. But he will be able to adapt soon. With determination, he throws his fist up in the air, ready for a new day.

Upon entering his bathroom, Toey suddenly remembers that he left the basket that Pun gave him in Q’s room. Toey’s chest feels warm and fuzzy thinking about Q. He makes a mental note to retrieve the basket later.

The bathroom gets steamy, the mirror gets misty, after the hot shower. Toey comes out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. Outside, Q was waiting. Sitting casually on Toey’s bed.

Their eyes met. Toey is feeling the pulling sensation again. Like being sent into a trance. Everything else is a blur to him. The next thing he knew, Q gave his basket back and Pun was standing near the door with a stern look on his face.

Q was up late, finishing yet another painting. He scans the contents of the basket on the floor. It irritates him, that he wasn’t able to taste the blood of the new caretaker despite being so close to the human last time. He has to admit that the human also smelled heavenly.

8.45am: The human probably is just about to get out of bed. An opportunity to prey, Q thought. Q imagine the human being disoriented; it will hopefully be easier to gain control over the man in that state. He strives to satiate his needs. He needs…That human’s blood. So he brought the basket, heading upstairs, towards the new caretaker’s bedroom.

Q knocks on Toey’s door. When there is no response on the third knock, Q pushes the door open. He can hear the shower running; along with faint humming of song. Q sits on the freshly made bed, waiting for Toey to finish. Turns out, Q made the right decision. The human before him looks horrified upon seeing him inside the room. Q focuses on the smell. Appetizing, Q thought. Toey also looks enticing at this moment. He wants to devour him.

Much to Q’s delight, there’s no charm on Toey. Apparently, the human removed the necklace whenever he went to take a bath.

Toey is coming nearer, thanks to the effect of his ability. Q opens his arms; the human enters perfectly into his embrace. He was about to rejoice in triumph; his fangs were out, ready to sink into that pale skin.

“Q”.

Q turns to the direction of the voice. His human friend is standing at the door. He doesn’t look pleased.

“Close the door, Pun”.

Pun doesn’t obey. Instead, he comes closer to Q, showing a garlic on his hand. It’s a warning.

“I said, close the door, Pun”, Q tries once more.

“It’s still morning, Q. Don’t do this. Leave him”, Pun orders, in a serious voice.

Q lets out a big sigh of distress. He disenchants the human in his arms. When Toey “wakes up” from the trance, he looks around, confused. Q hands him the basket. Toey wonders why the man looks annoyed. He then sees Pun on the door. Who looks equally as annoyed.

PHUM

Toey has been adapting well with his new routine. What he learned so far about the vampires of the Phum’s residence, is that even though they didn’t have designated dinner or lunch times, some nights, they will gather in the common room and socialize. They will play board games, watched YouTube together while chatting away. Sometimes, they invited Pun and Toey too. Where Toey found out that Tan is the king of gossip among them.

Toey finds that vampires are scary in general. Mostly because of the neverending bloodlust and the fear of getting killed by having his blood drained by them. But living here slowly changes the way he looks at the nocturnal creature. They had their own way of having fun, that doesn’t necessarily involved humans. Someone like the classy Peem, also fancy some wine to add to the fun. Toey can say with confidence that he has been getting along well with all the residents, even with Q, whom he had an awkward first encounter.

Day 9.

Pun and Toey enter the residence after they are done with the gardening works. Phum approaches them then.

“Aww Phum? You have meeting? Usually, you’re not up yet at this time”, Pun asks.

Phum smiles. “I want to go buy some gifts for Peem’s birthday”.

Pun gasps, both hands covering his mouth. “Oh yeah. I almost forgot! I’ll prepare for the surprise and let you guys know the plan via LINE later!”

Phum nods with a content look on his face. He then turns his body facing Toey. “Toey, freshen up. You’re coming with me”.

“Yes, sir!”, Toey responds with a salute.

For the first time ever in his life, Toey sits down on a passenger seat of a Porsche. He cannot mask the excitement shown on his face.

“You’ve been working with us for more than a week. How do you feel? Have you been adapting well?”

“I am, Mr. Phum. The people in the residence are nice and Pun has been very helpful with teaching me new things. So far, there are no boring days working at your residence. I’m very grateful that you offered me this job”.

“That’s good to hear. I want to know your honest opinion now that you know about our nature. What do you think of…our kind?”

“Ohh…I still think that vampires are intimidating in some ways. But I always believed that vampires are also just like us – there are the good ones and there are the bad ones. My parents never taught me that vampires are evil creatures. And they were right. Living at your residence confirmed the fact that kind vampires exist”.

When Phum doesn’t respond, Toey steal a glance at the man behind the wheels. He has a wide smile on, possibly acknowledging Toey’s answer and is satisfied with it.

“We’re heading to your uncle’s shop. You must’ve missed him, don’t you?”

Joy reflected in Toey’s eyes. Toey nods, vigorously. “And he must’ve missed you too! You haven’t visited the shop in years!”

Phum snickers. “Oops! He told you about that? Yeah, I missed him too. I can’t wait to see him”.

Toey can see from the car’s window: his uncle looking dubiously at the arriving Porsche now parked in front of his shop.

“Uncle Tay!”

His uncle’s expression turns cheery upon seeing his nephew coming out of the passenger seat. The said nephew immediately giving his uncle a warm hug.

“Toey! Have you been well?”

“Hello, Mr. Tay. It’s been a while”. Phum greets, with a deep bow.

“Oh my God! Finally, I see you again, son. Come in! Toey, make Mr. Phum a rose tea. That’s his favorite!”

Ohh. Pun never told him Phum likes Rose Tea. He learns something new about his employer today.

Toey brings the freshly brewed Rose Tea for the two gentlemen, engrossed in their conversation, after having not seen each other for a long time. Toey wonders, did his uncle know all this while? That Mr. Phum is a vampire?

“Toey, please prepare a bouquet of burgundy roses as usual. But today, he wants an extra-large bouquet with some other flowers. Red carnation, red chrysanthemum, scarlet sage and yellow jasmine. Please arrange them nicely”.

“Sure! I’ll get it done in a moment. Umm…uncle? Do you mind if I take some flowers too…?”

His uncle lightly laughs. “Yes, you can, son. I’ll keep them in your tabs though”, his uncle jokes. Toey scrunches his face in fake annoyance and marches his way back to the workshop to compile and arrange the flowers.

Mr. Phum made great choices: red carnation for deep love, red chrysanthemum for “I love you”, scarlet sage for “forever mine” and yellow jasmine for grace.

Phum and Toey left the flower shop with Peem’s XL bouquet and some mini bouquets Toey made for all the residents at Phum’s, as a token of appreciation for becoming his friends. Uncle Tay also supplied him some chocolates and different flavored tea to bring to his temporary home. Phum announces that they’ll be going to the cake shop next and then stop by the mall to get Peem a gift.

“You know what, Toey? Peem is different than the rest of us. He loves human foods like cakes and he drinks as well. Do you know why is that?”

Toey shakes his head.

Phum lets out a smug smile, as if looking proud. “Because he is a half human half vampire”.

Toey’s eyes grow wide in shock. Another thing he learn today!

“Now he is mostly vampire, although he still retains his love for human foods. Before 18, he was more human. He rarely thirsts for blood. His metabolism worked like human back then so there was a time when he ate so much that he became chubby”. Phum chuckles, recalling the memory. “Ahh but he was still cute though. Peem is always cute”.

What is in Toey’s mind right now? Peem is such a lucky person to have an affectionate and devoted lover like Phum. Toey wishes he would have a love story as beautiful too.

Pun is waiting in front of the entrance door. He winks and gives a thumbs up; a signal that the line is clear. Peem works at his aunt coffee shop nearby as a barista. Today, he had morning shift, so Pun was at a lookout in case Peem and Phum get back at the residence at the same time. Apparently, Peem is not home yet so they quickly bring inside their purchases for Peem’s surprise party tonight.

Phum bought a mouthwatering, squared-shaped Ferrero Rocher cake while at the mall, he bought matching denim jackets, presumably for both himself and Peem.

PEEM

“SURPRISE!”

Sounds of claps and confetti blaster fill the residence the moment Peem entered, back from his work. Peem’s bright smile further lights up the room. He pulls all of them into a hug, one by one.

Toey and Pun bring out the birthday cake, lighting up 2 big candles and 4 small candles, which presents 24 years old. After making a silent wish, Peem blows out the candles altogether. Pun then cut a portion of the cake and feed it to Peem. Peem screams in delight. “SO DELICIOUS!”

Phum moves forward and hand the roses to Peem. “Toey specially arranged this bouquet for you”.

Tan whistles, followed by cheers from the rest, all eyes looking at Toey. Toey scratches the back of his head, blush creeping out on his cheeks from the sudden attention on him.

Phum presents another gift, the matching jacket. Phum and Peem help each other put the jacket onto each other. Both jackets have kind of like angel wings at the back. The wings on Phum is silver colored while the one on Peem is in metallic gold.

“What is this, Phum? Do you want to say that the angel wings means that you’ve been sent down from the heaven to protect me?”, Peem teases.

Phum puts both his hands on Peem’s waist, gazing into his lover’s eyes, “And vice versa, love”. And he kisses Peem’s cheeks. Which earns “Boo”s from the other spectators. Toey stands rigid at his place. He is not used to seeing people giving PDA.

“Enough lovey-dovey in front of us. Here! My present!”

Q comes in between the lovebirds, breaking their moment. He hands Peem a medium sized canvas, covered by a gold fabric, the painting hindered from view.

“Don’t open it here. You better display this somewhere in your bedroom”, Q orders.

Peem can’t help but take a peek. He widens his eyes and his face suddenly turns red.

“Q! You! You! You…pervert!”, Peem points his fingers towards Q in shame.

Q just shrugs. “I guess I win the best present title this year”.

Tan and Pun tried to take a peek as well but they were brushed off pretty harshly by Peem.

They give their presents to Peem one by one with Toey being the last one to hand his. A bouquet of yellow tulips inside a white porcelain vase.

“Happy birthday, P’Peem! I wish you will always have cheerful thoughts and abundance of happiness!”

Peem delightfully receives his present, before lovingly patting Toey’s head. “Thank you, nong. You’re such a sweet kid”.

Phum clears his throat. Peem sniggers, “Seriously, Phum. You can’t be jealous of Nong Toey right now”.

The other man just rolls his eyes.

“Ohh nong, you and Pun can eat the cake with me! These guys can’t eat this”.

Tan walks to where the cake is and dabs his fingers onto the icing on the cake. “I haven’t taste human food for a while so let me take a bite”. After tasting the icing on his fingers, he pursed his lips and winces. “Eww! Yuck!”

“OI!”, Peem smacks his head. Others are laughing witnessing the scene.

“Come on, let’s cheers for another year with Peem!”, Chain holds up his blood-filled glass.

Everybody nods.

“CONGRATULATIONS PEEM FOR ANOTHER YEAR!”, Chain shouts out.

“YEAH!” Everyone clanks their glasses.

Peem thanked everyone, with a smile reaching his eyes.

“Ohh! I got everyone else a present too!”

Toey then distributes his self-made mini bouquets around. He picked his choices for each of them carefully.

A sunflower for Phum; which represents adoration.

Daisies for Pun; which symbolizes gratitude and appreciation.

White camellias for Tan; which means “You’re adorable”.

Pink dahlias for Fang; which conveys grace and kindness.

Daffodils for Chain; which depicts virtue of integrity.

Last but not least, Q receives the bouquet from Toey’s hands with a Duchenne smile, “Thank you”.

Lavender roses for Q; which stands for “Love at first sight”.

Pun and Toey are cleaning after the party while the vampires gathered around the living room, watching some viral TikTok videos.

“Nong Toey and Pun, come meet me and Peem in our bedroom when you’re done, OK?”, Phum instructs before he retreats to his room on the 3rd floor. Toey wonders if it’s about work.

“Come in!”, they heard Peem’s voice from inside the room. Peem can be seen already changing into his silk night robe, and so does his partner.

“Thank you for preparing the birthday party. I really appreciate it”.

“It’s no big deal, P’Peem! I hope you enjoyed the party”, Toey bashfully replies.

“I did. And I’ve put your present over there. Hope the flower will last for a week”. Toey is happy to see that the vase with the yellow tulips is placed on the low table near the door.

“Nong Toey”, Peem calls, in a serious tone.

“Y-yes?”

“I have a favor to ask”. Peem pauses. “I want another birthday gift”. Peem saunters towards Toey and whispers into his ears, “Let me taste your blood”.

Toey honestly doesn’t know how to react. He doesn’t necessarily want to refuse. But he was certainly, a little afraid. Should he accept because they are the reason why he’s here in the first place? What if he declines? Will Peem gets mad? So many thoughts running through his mind…

Toey is internally panicking, he doesn’t realize he’s backing off from Peem until his back bumps into Pun. Pun catches him, and tries to calm him down.

“Hey, you’ve been wondering how does it feel to get bitten, right? Don’t worry. I’m here. I’ll keep you safe”.

It makes sense now why the two of them were called together. So Pun already knew Peem’s plans…

“Will you let me, nong Toey?”, Peem asks once again, in a gentler tone this time.

Toey takes a deep breath. “S-Sure…”

He can see Peem’s eyes lit up. “Good. It won’t hurt. I promise”.

Toey keeps his head down, suddenly feeling hesitant. Peem gets closer again; holding Toey’s chin up to look at him in the eyes. “Can I?”

Peem’s eyes is captivating. How could he refuse?

Toey nods slowly, giving his consent. Peem smiles. “Then, can you remove the charm?”

Toey looks back at Pun. The other human is gesturing Toey to give the necklace to him. So Toey does just that.

Peem spins Toey around, so now Peem is on his back and he is currently facing both Pun and Phum. “I just like to drink this way”, Peem declares, while undoing 3 buttons of Toey’s shirt, exposing his whole neck, as well as the upper part of his shoulders and chest. “Relax, nong. Soon, pleasure is all you would be feeling”.

Toey shuts his eyes on reflex. He feels a sting for a split second, when the fangs puncture the skin. Soon, the feeling of euphoria overcomes him. Toey is hit by sensory overload – the rush adrenaline; the heightened awareness. He can literally hear Peem sipping his blood and can feel the blood getting suck out of him. Toey lets out a soft moan, his right hand moving up to weakly grab Peem’s right arm across his shoulder, which is used to hold the human in place. The biting stops instantaneously and Toey can now feel the tickles from Peem licking his neck. Heavy breaths, mind still in a daze – Toey is a mess. An irresistible mess.

“Can Phum join us?”, Toey hears Peem’s alluring voice from behind.

Toey glances at the man in question. He has a dark expression on his face. Toey can’t be sure if it’s due to jealousy or desire. Toey can’t think; not right now. He absentmindedly responded with a breathy “Yes”. Phum slowly walks towards him, licking his lips, like a preying predator. Phum snakes his hand around Toey’s waist, leans down and bites into the veins near his collarbone. Toey gasps for air; the bite this time hurts more than the last bite. But he also experiences more pleasure as he is attacked both from the front and back. Peem is now kissing all over the back of his neck. Toey’s knees weaken, he squirms and is holding onto Phum for his dear life. Toey’s moans fill the room.

Pun hangs a lotus charm on the doorknob. A charm strong enough to keep away the smell of tonight’s activity from the other vampires outside.

With that, the first ones to taste Toey’s blood, are Peem and Phum.

TAN

Day 14.

Toey hides behind Tan, who was just coming in from the entrance door. Pun stops chasing him.

“Hey, nong-nong! What are you guys playing at?”

“He pranked me! Ugh!”, Pun frustratingly cries out.

Toey sticks out his tongue. “It’s your fault for not paying attention!”

Pun clicks his tongue. “So, Tan. What are you doing here? If I’m not mistaken, Fang was out”.

Tan snaps his fingers. “That’s why I’m here! Fang sent me here! He needs me to bring him some books from the library”. Pun and Toey nod in acknowledgement.

Tan claps his hands. “Nong-nong, let’s go to the library together? Help me search for the books, na?”, he blinks his puppy eyes repeatedly.

Pun snickers, “Let Toey help you with that. I’m going to clean up the mess this little gremlin made in the kitchen”. He gives Toey a disdainful glance and Toey retaliates by sticking his tongue out once more.

“Come on, Tan”. Toey casually holds Tan’s hand, leading him up to the library on the 3rd floor.

Out of all the vampires in the residence, Toey feels comfortable the most around Tan. The man is a ray of sunshine; always happy and pleasant. He likes making people laugh, even though Toey had to argue, that some of his jokes were dry humor. He doesn’t look intimidating either. In fact, Toey describes him as “adorable”, despite the man being 6cm taller than him.

Fang sent Tan the cover of the books via LINE to make the search a little easier, so he shows the photos to Toey as well. The library is huge, with wide collections of books since the siblings’ Fang and Phum, loves reading. They walk straight to the “Architecture section” and starts exploring.

“Tan, how did you and Fang get together?”

“Hehehe We float a krathong together during Loy Krathong, then I confessed, and he accepts!”

“That’s so cute! I want a love story like that too!”

“Ayyy you never had a lover?”

Toey shakes his head.

“Aww it’s ok, nong. You will meet the right person one day. What type do you like? Let’s say, among us. Whom do you like?”

Toey is taken aback by the sudden intrusive questions. “E-ehh?”

“Let me guess! Someone like Q, isn’t it?!”

Toey’s face is flushing crimson. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about! Wh-What makes you think Q is my type?!”

“Heh! You’re so obvious, nong. I can see stars in your eyes whenever you’re looking at Q”.

Toey’s eyes widen in shock. He wonders if the others notice too, if Q notices too. He shakes his head in embarrassment, he hopes that it’s only Tan who is attentive.

“Ahh! I found one!” Nice timing! Now, they can move on to another topic!

After confirming that they find the correct book, they immediately move on to search for the next books.

“Nong, have you ever get bitten before?”

Toey halts his actions, his noggin recalling the night of Peem’s birthday, just few days ago. In all honesty, he remembered the sensation; the pleasure. The wolfish look on Phum’s face still lingering at the back of his head. Toey remembered Peem whispering a “Thank you” before he passed out. He woke up the next morning, tucked into his bed. It felt like a hungover. Some memories are blurry; uncertain if those are real memories or part of his dream or imagination.

Back to the present, Toey answers Tan with a quiet “Yes”.

“Ohh…Was it…a bad experience?”

Toey shakes his head and beams a smile towards a worried-looking Tan. “I gave my consent”.

Tan lets out a sigh, the frown dissipating. “Must be someone trustful then. I’m glad”.

15 more minutes of searching before they finally find all 5 books that Fang asked for. They cheer in victory! Tan then put all the books inside his tote bag. On their way down, Tan offers some advice.

“Nong Toey, I’m not saying this to break your heart but you should know, that Q is a playboy”.

Toey’s heart does ache hearing that. But he is able to mask the disturbed feeling. “You’re still talking about that? I never said that I like Q!”

Tan shrugs. “Whatever you say, nong. I’m just looking out for you, that’s all. I don’t want you to have false hope”.

Toey understands Tan’s intention. He knows whatever Tan was saying is true. And truth hurts.

“Aww this is why you’re my favorite Phi! Don’t worry, I’ll only be here for another week. I won’t be catching feelings because I probably won’t see you guys again as much after next week”, Toey exclaims in a playful tone, although feeling dejected inside.

Tan, being a sensitive person, is aware of Toey’s change in voice. He can grasp the way Toey tries to cover his sadness. So he puts his arms around Toey’s shoulder the moment they arrived at the bottom of the stairs. “Nong, if you’re sad, I’m sad too. So don’t be sad, na. We can still stay in contact via LINE. We can meet up somewhere when we’re free, OK, nong?”

Toey simply nods and smiles, grateful for Tan’s effort to brighten him up.

“As for Q, you may think I’m nosy for prying into your business but again, I’m saying this for your own good. If it’s just a crush, that’s fine. But if things turn serious…I just want you to be careful in the company of a monster...” Tan pats his back. “…So that you don’t become one yourself”.

Tan’s cryptic final sentence sends shivers down Toey’s spine. He watches Tan’s back, walking towards the entrance door; standing still, until the door closes completely.

CHAIN (II)

Day 17.

Today, Toey is in charge of cleaning Chain and Q’s rooms. As usual, he would go to clean Chain’s room first, unless the man requested otherwise. As Toey enters the room, he notices something different than usual. The scent. The room smell…sweet and calming…

Toey falls on the floor, unconscious.

Chain has to admit: more often than not, he is not a good person. Following the rainy day when he failed to seduce Toey, he thirsts for the said human’s blood. Toey have a smaller build, beautiful face, entrancing eyes, tempting lips – he looks so delicate in Chain’s eyes. Just his type.

He had his eyes on Toey. He’s aware, of the secret glances the human throws at Q. He’s aware, that the human spends longer time cleaning Q’s room. He’s aware, how Toey’s cheeks tinted pink whenever Q was talking to him.

He clenches his fist. It’s always Q.

Studying in a medical field provides him with knowledge of different chemicals and how they affect the human body. In addition, he also has access to all these chemicals.

His plan is simple. Disperse the chemicals to the air, let Toey smells it which puts him to sleep.

The chemicals have no effect on vampires.

Step 1 – Done.

Next, he has to wait for the effect of the chemicals to subside; for Toey to wake up. Most probably in an hour.

He can drink Toey’s blood while he is asleep. But that won’t be fun. He wants to let Toey experience the thrill too, he wants to hear Toey’s sultry voice, he’s excited at the thought of making a mess out of Toey.

Chain carefully carries an unconscious Toey onto his bed. He grabs two neckties – one for blindfold, another one to tie both Toey’s hands together. He unbuttoned Toey’s shirt, without taking it off. He also unzipped the pants, hanging it down loose but not completely yanking the piece of clothing off. Chain likes the view. The teasing glimpse of flesh. For the whole hour, Chain just lay next to a sleeping Toey; admiring and caressing all over the human’s face and body, practicing self-control as he waits in patience till his victim regain consciousness.

Toey thought he’s awake. He can feel the grogginess from sleep inertia, yet, his vision is somehow blocked. He is unable to open his eyes. Maybe sleep paralysis, is what he then thought. He tries to move his hands. He is able to. However, he can feel both his hands are bound together. Then he feels a touch on his face. He flinches in surprise, letting out a small gasp. Later, he feels a movement next to him. With him being blindfolded, his senses heightened. He lets out another gasp, as he feels stroking on his waist. He feels a hand. Big and rough. The hand keeps touching him all over, with his moans getting louder by the second. He can’t even tell the person to stop. This feeling is new to him, he never felt this kind of pleasure before.

Toey was pulled into a sitting position. Whoever this person is, Toey doesn’t hear a single sound from them yet. The person shoves their head in between Toey’s tied limbs. Toey can now feel both his captor’s hands on his back, bringing him closer towards his captor. He can also feel breathing on his chest. Indeed, they are now so close.

“Remove the charm, Toey”. The first words Toey heard, from his captor. Toey thought that the voice is very familiar, but he can’t pinpoint who exactly the person is. Moreover, he is still in a state where he’s unsure if he’s awake or if he’s dreaming.

“Remove the charm, Toey”. The voice orders, again. Subconsciously, he did as he was told. Pulling the necklace over his head and throws it down the floor.

He did that because the pleasure is addicting. He wants more. Perhaps by removing the charm, he will get more.

Toey feels immense pleasure as his ear was licked by his captor, followed by a light bite; while the hands on his back now move up to pull on his hair. The lips then move to kiss over the trail of his jawline. The lips linger for a while on his neck, giving his neck light pecks until finally…Toey feels a familiar sting. Of fangs digging into his skin. This time, the sensual gratification increases threefold.

Toey pants heavily after the first bite. Soon, he is pushed to lay back down on the bed. The vampire hovering on top of him.

Toey’s blood turns out to be as delicious as he looks. The thought of destroying the innocence of the man beneath him is tempting. But Chain has to restrain himself. He still has respect, for Toey, for Toey’s emotion. Toey never shows any romantic interest towards him. That gesture always goes to his rival. Chain believes that kisses on the lips are something sacred. Something that is done between two partners who are genuinely in love with each other. In this case, Toey is clearly not in love with Chain. So he respects that, and he plants kisses everywhere on Toey except his lips. Chain stoops down to feast for the second time, on the other side of Toey’s neck this time. Soon, Toey suddenly turns his body to the side, abruptly stopping Chain from slurping the human’s blood. His fangs graze Toey’s skin in the process. Chain is worried that Toey could be wounded.

Chain notice tears streaming down from the blindfold. Toey is sobbing, laying on his side with his knees bent towards his chest, curled up like a baby. Chain strokes Toey’s hair again, kissing and licking the spot on his neck where Chain just digs his fangs into, in order to close the wounds.

“What’s wrong?”

“I…I…” Even if Toey doesn’t say, from Toey’s shaking legs and how he thrust his hips into the air; Chain understands.

Chain removes Toey’s pants, leaving him in his boxers, arousal visible. Chain spreads Toey’s pale legs apart, propping them onto Chain’s shoulders. He places kisses on the inside of Toey’s thighs, which earns him melodious, erotic whimpers.

Chain will let Toey feel another level of ecstasy. He will help Toey release, but without touch. He sinks his fangs into the spot where he just placed his kisses. Toey screams. In ecstasy. And he reaches orgasm. Chain is satisfied, fulfilled, accomplished.

Toey passed out soon after. Chain put Toey’s clothes back on, then he removes the bind and blindfold. He is gazing lovingly at Toey’s sleeping face, wipe away the tears and placing a lingering kiss on his forehead.

“I’m sorry”.

He carries Toey bridal-styled, back to the human’s room.

Chain finds Q standing in the hallway, in front of his own room. The man glares at his direction, who is carrying Toey in his arms.

“He was supposed to clean my room at this hour”, Q’s voice is laced with spite. What’s with Q’s expression? Angry? Jealousy?

It doesn’t really matter to Chain. Q is jealous of him all the time. Q might be known as the Maestro, but Chain outsmarts him every time.

“You won’t have your room clean today then. Sorry”.

He can hear cursing words thrown onto him as he turns on his heel to go upstairs.

After tucking Toey into his bed, Chain finds Fang and Tan waiting for him outside Toey’s door. Fang steps forward, with a solemn look on his face.

“Fang…”, Chain starts.

A heavy sound of a slap echoes throughout the hallway. Chain is startled. Fang just slapped his left cheek.

“Fang…”, he tries again. He receives another slap, on his other cheek.

Fang grits his teeth and grabs him by the collar. “You. Can. Fuck. Around. For. All. I. Care. But. Not. In. This. House. And. Certainly. Not. With. Our. Caretaker. Do. You. Understand?”

Chain never saw Fang loses his temper. Now he sees Fang’s eyes are burning. Not going to lie, this whole situation frightens him. There is a certain, distinct smell, which emits when a human and a vampire are making out. The other vampires can smell it from Chain and Toey, thus, they don’t need explanation.

Fang calls out for Pun, who sprints to the 2nd floor from the ground floor upon hearing the call of distress. “You’re closer to Chain than the rest of us, right? Teach him to have self-control. Don’t let this happen again. Clear?”

Chain glances at his human best friend. Pun looks…crestfallen…He looks heartbroken even.

It is an open secret – that Pun has been crushing on his childhood friend Chain for the longest time. Chain is always aware of the signs, even though Pun never told him honestly about how he feels.

“Pun…”

“I’ll fetch Toey’s charm from your room later”. Chain notices Pun’s eyes glistening. His best friend is holding back his tears as he scoots away from Chain.

Suddenly, Chain feels guilty. Not due to the fact that he just finished ravishing his residence’s caretaker. He is guilty for possibly breaking Pun’s heart. He rests his right hand on his left chest, where the heart is supposed to be. It’s throbbing. This feeling is unfamiliar to him.

Toey woke up tired and confused that late evening. He told Pun he didn’t remember how he passed out, much to Pun’s delight. When Toey awkwardly told him his recollection of bits and pieces of activity he’d done in Chain’s room, Pun managed to convince him that it was all just a dream. Toey was just exhausted and passed out in the middle of work. Toey believes him.

EXTREMUM NOCTIS

The room is red. Toey is sitting on a sofa chair, in his black short pajamas. He feels a hand touching his shoulder on his left. Phum is standing behind the chair, smiling down on him. Then, he feels a hot breath on his right ear. He meets eye to eye with a grinning Peem. Toey gulps. He casts his eyes downwards. Both Fang and Tan, each holding his calves on each side, also staring at Toey, with dangerous smile. Q and Chain enter the scene, bringing each of Toey’s hands up to their lips, kissing the back of his hands.

Toey leans back into the chair, breathing heavily. He doesn’t know whose hands, are now exploring his abs, and whose lips, give kisses onto his thigh. He can hear the sound of his pajama top getting rip apart, then another pair of lips brushing his neck, sucking on his skin, surely, leaving love bites. He closes his eyes, feeling highly stimulated.

“Ahh~ No…”

Toey wakes up in his own bed, in cold sweat. He also feels the wetness down there.

“Ahh~ It was just a dream…” A wet dream to be precise, that feels all too real.

It is his 2nd last day of working and technically the final night of living at the Phum’s residence. Peem already informed everyone that they will be having a farewell party tonight. Toey is a little sad, that the summer vacation is nearly over, that a new semester will start soon, that he will leave this residence, leaving Q…

Toey lightly slaps himself. “Wake up, Toey! No time to be melancholic! You have a long day ahead! Fighting!”

The day passed by uneventful, just as normal.

“CHEERS!”

Everyone clanks their glasses together.

“Nong Toey, I would like to express my utmost gratitude for willing to help out with the chores in this residence for the past 3 weeks. I’m sure Pun is the one who is more thankful for this arrangement but I’m equally as grateful that you accept to serve us during this holiday”, Phum expresses his thoughts. “Now, come forward and share your farewell speech. Applause, everyone!”

Everybody claps their hands, and Toey shyly walks to the front.

“Thank you, Mr. Phum, for giving me the opportunity to speak here tonight. Where should I start…Ever since the past few years of living in this city, I actually always passed by this residence. Whether I’m going across another town or handling deliveries around this area, I always notice the existence of this residence. Only about a month ago, that I finally knew who lives here. That day when Uncle Tay was unwell, opens a new door in my life. I was sent here for flowers delivery, and met Pun. Pun is sunny, even when it’s storming outside. At least that’s how I see him. Thank you, Pun, for helping me adjust to the new environment. I still thought that everything was a strange disposition, but I’m really thankful to Pun for recommending me to experience working and living alongside…vampires… I mentioned this to Mr. Phum before, but I’m going to say it again for everyone to hear. I believe there are good and bad vampires, and living under one roof with everyone is a prove that kind vampires exist. That vampires are evil creatures is just a myth. So I would also like to thank everyone for being kind and patient with me.

Thank you, P’Peem, for always treating me to sweets. Your bakes are extremely delicious, I’m very impressed!

Thank you, Mr. Fang, for always siding with me in arguments. Even though sometimes I’m aware that I was just being egotistical and you’re simply going along with the banter with Tan and Pun, but you’re always able to find something to support my arguments. For me, that’s such a caring gesture.

Thank you, Tan, for channeling your merry energy, bringing encouragement and optimism throughout my days living here. You’re the best Phi, you’re fun to be around! But your jokes are too much sometimes. I suggest you to work on your comedy skills! You and Pun can be a comedy duo. Yes, that will be epic!

Thank you, P’Chain. Even though I didn’t see you much since you’re busy with your studies, I know that you’re a warm person. You’re friendly, approachable, quick to offer a helping hand and very empathetic. You’re also diligent! I thrive to be someone like you!

Thank you, P’Q, for allowing me to come into your room to look at your paintings whenever I’m feeling down or whenever I was struck with a gloomy mood. I understand why you were called the Maestro. I can gaze at your paintings for hours without getting bored. Your paintings swoon me over, providing me with warmth and joy.

Last but not least, thank you very much, Mr. Phum! For agreeing with Pun’s idea of letting me work here, for actually giving me a chance to work here, for everything that you’ve done to make my stay here as comfortable. I really appreciate it! And I would also like to thank you on behalf of Uncle Tay, for always choosing and buying from the flower shop!

I’m leaving tomorrow but I already miss everyone…I hope this goodbye isn’t final. I hope we could still be in contact and meet again in the future. Really, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for everything. This summer vacation has been memorable and I’ll keep it that way forever”.

Toey was sobbing by the time he finished his speech so everyone circled around him, patting his back, giving him support. Everybody is going to let loose tonight. It’s going to be a long night.

“Toey, which university are you attending?”, Q asks. Both of them are sitting on Q’s balcony, gazing at the stars, away from the others who are still partying hard downstairs.

“Niyomsil University. Why do you ask?”

A moment of realization painted on Q’s face. “Ohh”.

“Why~~~”, Toey keeps pestering, braving himself to pinch Q’s cheeks.

Q slaps his hands away and storms back into his room. Only to return outside with a small canvas.

“Here, for you. If you miss me, which I know you will, just look at this painting and think of me. I’ll be there for you in spirit, always rooting for you”.

Toey suddenly feels shy. It’s a painting of Toey. He recognized from the painting the denim clothes he was wearing few days ago. In the painting, he was laying on his stomach on Q’s pillow, on top of Q’s bed, in Q’s room. His face flushes red, seeing his expression in the painting. Is that how he looks at Q? He screams internally.

“Thank you, P’Q! I’ll treasure it”.

The reason why Q asked, was because he wanted a confirmation. Toey’s answer gave him that confirmation. He had met Toey before. On a trip to a resort in Pattaya last year. His room was nearer to the café. That one morning, he was unable to go back to sleep, so he walked around the resort, searching for inspiration for a new painting. Q is very selective in his drawings so after failing to find what he desired, he went back to his room. By the time he arrived at his room, he found a group of students having breakfast together at the café. One such student caught his eyes. That student is sitting on a round daybed, enjoying the morning view. Something about the whole scenery, sparks his artistic soul. He quickly set up a blank canvas and let out his painting tools, and started painting. He only caught a glimpse of the student’s face, but he’ll surely remember his features, especially now that Q already made a portrait of him. Before the students leave, Q managed to read the table tag: Niyomsil University.

But of course, Q didn’t let Toey know. He can take his time sharing about his life with Toey later. Why? Because they will surely meet again sooner or later. Surely.

VALE

Toey finishes packing his belongings and ready to go return to his home after he was done cleaning Fang and Phum/Peem’s rooms. Phum hands him an envelope with 300,000baht in cash and a small box, wrapped with wrapping paper and ribbon.

“A token of appreciation from all of us”, Phum says. Phum offers to give Toey a ride back home.

Everyone is present this time to see him off. He hugs them one by one, say one last farewell and the car drives away, leaving him with a contented, fulfilling memories of a summer vacation.

The gift from Phum’s residence is a music box. It’s a song that Toey always heard inside the house, but he never questioned who played it or if the song means something. Toey thought it was just a song; mutually fancied by all the residents’ there.

NOVUM SEMESTRI

The first day of the semester is exhausting. Adjusting to new schedules are overwhelming; meeting new classmates and reconnecting with old ones are exciting yet draining; figuring where his classes are, as well as getting supplies are time-consuming and tiring; the professors’ expectations and information on assignments also gives him anxiety about the new semester.

Toey sighs in relief when the day is over. He walks together with his friend, Matt, towards his motorcycle, ready to go back home.

Elemental pain

I can’t quite reach the place I saw in my dream yesterday

I thought the things that stir up my life should be more pure

Toey looks around rapidly, trying to find where the singing came from. That’s the song that he listened everyday for the past 3 weeks!

Standing a few meters to his right, is Q, wearing a similar uniform to his. Toey’s eyes widen in wonder and excitement.

“P’Q!”, Toey calls out. Q walks up to him. Toey is starstruck by this sight of Q. The man is charming even in the uniform. “You didn’t tell me that you enroll here too!”

“I wanted to surprise you. I’m starting my Master’s Degree here. How was it? Surprised?”

Toey nods his head vigorously.

“Well, I guess last week wasn’t a goodbye. You’ll be seeing me around a lot from this day onwards”.

“Q? Ohh, is that Toey?”

Both of them (plus Matt, who was left out from the conversation), turn their heads towards the source of the voice.

Oh boy, Chain is here too.

{TO BE CONTINUED}

Hello everyone! Thank you for reading till the end! I was planning for it to be just a short prompt but in my usual fashion, I overdone it haha When I have more free time in the future, I will most definitely re-write this with more details and an actual plot. As you can see, there is actually nothing going on in this story. It’s simply my guilty pleasure writing, to feed my imagination with the idea of Toey X Everyone AU. I didn’t think I’ll make a vampire story in the first place but after having some mental pictures, ohh, the concept is fascinating. So I wrote it. My plan is maybe to have Toey being this “chosen one”. I can’t come up with reasonings and backstories this time so perhaps I can add that next time. I want to also be able to clearly define the conditions of vampires in this story, for e.g. sunlight doesn’t burn them, but they’ll worn out easily if exposed outside for a long time, etc… I want to make my own vampire lore hehe

Q didn’t manage to drink Toey’s blood this time wkwkwk But since this will definitely be QToey endgame, he will have all the time in the world to have a taste of Toey next time! I like the idea of Q and Chain being rivals. Jealous Q in the series is HOT. I’m living for that wkwkwk I would also like to introduce Matt, Mick and Beer next time! ChainPun endgame is also set!

I will leave you guys here for now. Thank you again for reading till the end. Hope you enjoy and find yourself re-reading this story whenever you missed We Are. Bye!

P.S. Originally I posted this at my twitter. If you are interested, you can check out @TsukiHoshi17 on twitter. I need more #WinnySatang moots! XD