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octopiys · 8 months

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A lil bit of a started story based off of a comic by: @aidenlydia thank u for letting me write about it just in time for spooky season!!

every dream that shatters (another one comes true)

He had to get out. He had to clear his head. His shoebox of a house was too cluttered, too stuffed, and he couldn't breathe in there. Too many eyes watched him, too many eyes worried and never said a thing.

He had to go for a ride.

The bike was right under the tarp where he had left it, settled under half an inch of dust. He wasn't even really sure if his mum knew he had it.

He knew she wouldn't say anything, even if she did know. Her eyes only watched.

A gift to himself when he enlisted, the bike was just as beautiful as he'd first bought it.

Built in 2000, the gloss on his Harley Softail was just as polished, like a mirror. He smudged his hand on the black, before pulling on his gloves. The twin engine was still in perfect condition, after all, the bike was only a few years old. When he got back from Mexico, he buried himself in upgrading the bike. A radio modification or two, a compartment in the front, hiding a few secret things, a few close objects to him. Dog tags, a photo of the rest of his team, a letter that he wouldn't bother to rewrite until he got back home... He hitched up the wheels, buffed them out just a little bigger. They were more stable, and he couldn't help but puff up at the thought of how nice they fit the bike. He had to clean off the leather of the seat as he tugged it out of the shed in the backyard.

If his mother didn't know he had it before, she surely did now.

He needed to drive.

The radio station switched on, the gauges twitching as he kicked the bike on. Some rock band was playing. One of the newer ones he liked. Linkin Park. The engine revved, purred, and he felt slightly soothed. The sound scraped against his ears, grinding away the thoughts that berated him.

It felt like flying, strangely, and he'd been in his fair share of helicopters. The service granted him that much, at least.

He had decided not to bring his helmet, the one that was emblazoned with a bones of a skull. It would be a short trip. Just to clear his mind.

The house was deadly silent behind him, but for once he'd swear he'd never felt more alive.

Captain John MacTavish, or as his friends liked to call him, Soap, was going to go insane. His current mission had been completed, and since he was technically considered part of a private military company, all he had to do was wait for the next one.

The issue at hand, however, is that there wouldn't be another one for months, and he was tired of routine.

Strange, saying that as a Captain. Sure, he'd built himself a title through routine, and sure, he'd earned himself one by breaking it. He'd tell his team to take a break, but that didn't necessarily mean he himself would follow through with that.

But it was autumn, and apparently terrorists wanted to carve pumpkins or something like that because there was no threat on their radars, and it pissed him off.

He needed something to do. Something to get his hands working with, something to get his pent up aggression out. Drawing wasn't working as well as he'd wanted it to, and now he had filled journals of dead teammates that he'd drawn up in their honor. He'd probably burn them later, like a sacrificial pyre in memoriam.

There was a soft thud at his front door and his head shot up in reflex, shoulders hunched, prepared for a fight. But there was no knock, no sudden burst of entry. His hand had twitched for a gun that he didn't currently hold.

Creeping up to the front door, Soap checked through the peephole in the center of the wood. No one was there, much to his relief. Just the morning mail.

After he opened the door and seized the paper for himself, he saw the mailboy ride past on his bike with an armful of other newspapers to deliver.

Soap deemed it safe to take into his home.

He was so utterly bored, he thought he'd might explode. At least that would bring some kind of interest into his life.

His mother prayed that he'd find someone of interest before she died, and believe him, she wanted to die knowing that her son wouldn't be alone. That he had somebody to come home to.

The Captain, however, never found much interest in women. Or men, for that matter. Not that he didn't find them attractive! In fact, Sergeant Garrick often teased him for the way he'd be caught gazing at a bartender at a pub after a mission, or a nurse who'd had the misfortune of being assigned to their task force during a particularly nasty mission. But his field of work never allowed much time for a relationship anyways. Too much time apart, too much risk, and not nearly enough risque.

Most of the time, it'd be a quick fuck, and he'd be off on his way.

But this wasn't that kind of frustration, it was something else. Understimulation, if you will.

He was four pages through the paper before it occurred to him that he hadn't actually read anything since he opened it up. So he zoned back in, and started from the beginning.

Most of it was a few standard ads, some news articles, a morning prayer that he mumbled aloud. But something had caught his eye. An opportunity.

In basic print, on basic background, was a local advertisement from some old woman selling a wrecked out motorcycle. She stated that the condition was very poor, and it would require a lot of work to get it fixed up. However, she left a line to call beneath the brief description.

Before he knew it, he was dialing the digits into his phone.

It rang thrice before it got picked up.

"Hello...? This is Sara." The voice of an older woman answered, and from the way she spoke it didn't seem like she was expecting a call.

"Hi there, ma'am. My name is John, ah was callin' aboot yer ad in the paper?" He winced internally, having not prepared a proper greeting.

"Oh!" Was all he heard. There was some shuffling on the other end of the line. "Yes, I- yes, of course.... I'd assume you'd want to check it out before you buy-?" She seemed hesitant. Almost sad, even.

"If yer offerin', ma'am, I'd love ta." He straightened on his worn out couch, reaching to the nearby side table to grab a pen and the pad of paper.

She told him the address, and he wrote it down. It would be a decent drive, but the morning was nigh. He'd be able to get there and back by nightfall easily, even if it would take much more time to get there than to actually assess the bike.

He hated driving in Britain. He hated it. The traffic was horrible, why didn't he ever account for-

"Oh God dammit pick a fuckin' lane ye wee bastard!" He shouted at the car in front of him that could not hear, due to the fact that the windows of his truck were rolled up, and the car was in fact, just a car.

He was only ten minutes out, but traffic in Manchester was just not pleasing him at the current moment.

But soon enough he was driving down a free road to a residential area of more run down houses. He wasn't one to judge, having come from a place similar, but the GPS stopped him in front of a light blue house. The garage door was open, and a few shingles were missing from the roof. There were a few children's toys in the front yard, the weeds overcrowding the driveway.

Soap pocketed his wallet and locked his car as he approached the front door. There were a few flower boxes, and the paint was peeling. The flowerbeds held a few dying sweet pea plants.

He wasn't sure how he recognized the plant. Symbolism of some sort he was sure.

He knocked quietly on the door and waited patiently, pushing strands of his overgrown mohawk out of his face.

There was a bit of a scuffle behind the door before it opened, revealing an older woman with graying blond hair and soft wrinkles around her eyes. She was older like he'd thought, probably around the same age as his own mother, and she had the same kindness in her eyes that he missed.

"Are you John?" She asked, her hands finding purchase on the door.

"Aye, but ye can call me Soap if ya'd like." It was a force of habit, introducing himself. Everybody knew him as Soap. Wasn't that big of a deal.

The woman pursed her lips, but opened the door. "I'd let ya around the side o' the house, but my son's mowin' the lawn now. It's in the back shed, hon, follow me." She said, deciding that he was well enough on his word to come into the house.

The walls of the interior were light purple, and in the corner of the living room sat an old box television, smothered by two couches. There was a baby play pen near the kitchen, and some music that played somewhere deeper in the house. He could see the shed through the back windows, overgrown with ivy, and there was a pang of sadness in his heart that he could not place.

"My son was a lieutenant." The woman said suddenly, as they crossed through the living area. Soap hummed in response.

"What force?" He asked, not bothering to question how she knew. He chose to slightly overlook the use of past tense.

"S.A.S. His father hated it." She breathed a laugh to herself as she opened up the back door. "But he wasn't in it for the Queen. He wanted to help people, truly."

"Aye, ma'am, most of us aren't fans of the Queen." He scoffed, and the woman looked back at him with a soft twinkle in her eye, like she knew more than he did.

They were quiet as they walked out to the back shed. He heard the mower going as it turned around the backyard, before it appeared. A young boy was operating it, with shoulder length blond hair, and he paused, staring at them for a moment, before pushing the mower back towards the front of the house.

The woman had unlocked the shed, but she didn't open the doors just yet. She glanced at him, looking almost hesitant. "Its.... It's really just scrap metal, hon. It'll be a lotta work to fix up, if that's what you're lookin' for. He made a few modifications to it, but- well...." She pushed open the door, and he smiled at her, trying to mask the realization that this bike *was* her son's.

"Don't worry ma'am, I like a good challenge." Soap murmured, glancing in as she opened the door.

The shed was lined with shelves, most of them holding gardening tools or the like. Near the back corners was, well, what he figured she'd be talking about. He could see the scratched polish glinting in the soft sunlight that caught the dust mites. The front wheel had been completely torn off, the bike bent almost in half around the leather seat. A few wires hung loose, and the radio modification was shattered almost completely across. Whatever had happened to it, and it's owner, must've been a grizzly scene. He didn't want to think the two were interrelated.

"I'll take it." He said in a hushed voice, before clearing his throat. "Uh- I'll take it, ma'am. I'll fix it right up." Soap promised, and he knew he would.

"I'll have my boy help it out to the car." She responded, and turned away.

He ended up getting the bike for very cheap. Her other son, Thomas, had done well on her word, having gotten out a transport tarp and helped him drag it out to his truck. He looked much like the boy he saw earlier, the one who was mowing the lawn. Must've been his father.

"Mum says you're in the military." Thomas huffed. "Not a Queen's bitch, though."

"Nae, I kill terrorists." Soap said, tipping his head.

"You make good on that?"

"I do."

"You'll like the bike. It was practically new when 'e got it. I was the only one he told 'bout it." Thomas puffed slightly at the memory. "A 2000 Harley Softail... God, she was a beaut. I helped 'im put in the radio too."

Soap smiled, but it might've looked more like a grimace. He couldn't lie and say he didn't feel bad.

He handed Thomas the money, and thanked him. Thomas wished him luck.

Before he got into his truck, Ms. Sara hurried out with something in her hands. It was a black and white helmet. Even if the paint was fading, he could still see the slight tracing of the skull-and-crossbones patterning. It looked edgy. Soap thought it was cool.

"If... If you do get the bike fixed up, use the helmet for me, son. It'll be the best decision you make, y' best believe." She said thickly, setting it in the bed of his truck alongside the twisted metal.

His throat felt tight as he smiled at her once again. "Thank ye." He said sincerely, and he found himself strangely choked up. He didn't know these people, but yet there was something so familiar about them.

Thomas stood next to his mother, almost towering over her.

"Good luck." He said stiffly, and Soap thanked him quietly once again.

The family turned into the house, and he hopped into his truck. The door slammed loudly behind him, and he swore, just another thing he had to fix.

As Soap drove off, what was left of the bike rattled securely in the bed of his truck.

Behind closed doors, a tear slipped down Ms. Riley's face. She pressed her forehead to the cold wood as the Captain drove away and whispered,

"Goodbye, Simon."

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sillyrabbit81 · 2 years

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The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood - Part Ten

Series Summary: Lori "Babycakes" Tate swore she would never date a biker but when her life is in danger, she is put under the protection of a small club known as The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. She suddenly finds herself attracted to not one, but five bikers.

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part Ten Summary: Mike discovers what the other Brothers have been discussing and he and Lori become closer.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC

Word Count: Approx. 2.9k

Warnings:

Series Warnings: Reverse harem, age gap (OFC 23, ages range from 23 to mid 40s), oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, anal sex, group sex, masturbation, praise kink, mentions of body fluids, drug use, recreational drinking, sex work, criminal activities, mention of death, violence, use of weapons, mentions of war, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, probably a lot more that I will add as they come up.

Part Ten Warnings: Mild smut (mostly kissing), some angst, mention of masturbation (male), a bit of fluff

Authors Note: Thanks as always to my lovely BBFs (Best Beta's forever) @henryobsessed and @nashibirne .

So here is my attempt at a Mike POV. I hope you enjoy it!

Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors.

Masterlist

Parts Masterlist

Part Nine Part Eleven

Mike

It was hard not to watch Sy and Lori say goodbye without a little spike of envy.

Alright, fuck. I was this close from boiling a rabbit level of jealousy.

But I felt bad about that. Really bad. I owed Sy a lot and I hated that it didn’t stop me from still wanting to be with Lori. Standing outside their room last night was fucking torture. It was sheer force of will that stopped me from trying to sneak a look through the tiny slither of light that seeped through a gap in curtains. And nothing I did had stopped my dick from getting hard.

“I don’t know how he hasn’t killed Walker,” I said to Geralt as I forced myself to watch the street like I was supposed to.

He grunted, but said nothing.

“Think he’ll try something, G? Walker I mean.”

He shrugged.

I glanced back at Sy and Lori and they were looking at us.

“What are they talking about?” I wondered out loud.

“He’s telling her that whatever happens when he’s gone won’t change how he feels about her.”

My face scrunched up, how the fuck did he know that? Then what he said sunk in and my jaw dropped. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“It’s hard to take your eyes off her isn’t it?” Geralt asked in that teasing way of his.

“No shit,” I said, tearing my eyes away from them as they started kissing again. “But we should, she's his girl now.”

“Is she?” he asked. “She seems to enjoy the company of us all.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to be friendly. I’m not trying to…” I explained weakly and he raised an eyebrow at me.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

I felt my cheeks redden. Hell yeah, I thought about it, especially after the shit I heard last night. I thought about it in the shower after my watch and in the morning while pretending to take a dump so Marshall didn’t know what I was doing.

“Thinking about it isn’t the same as doing it,” I grumbled. “Man, this is so fucked up.”

Geralt hummed. “Is it? Are you really surprised that we’d fall for the same woman?”

“We had an agreement. She’s made her choice.”

“Perhaps she isn’t finished choosing.”

“Man, that's fucked up,” I said again. “You’re fucking crazy.”

The sound of Sy’s softail starting made me look back at them. Sy beckoned us with a short jerk of the head.

Geralt lifted his chin to Sy in acknowledgement, but put a hand on my arm. “Think about it. Has Lori being with Sy made you feel any different about her?”

It hadn’t. Not one bit.

“But he’s my Brother,” I protested.

“And you are his.”

“Is this what you, Sy and Marshall have been whispering about?”

Geralt dipped his head. “Makes sense don’t you think?”

I let out a puff of breath. It did. Strangely it really fucking did. “Doesn’t mean it isn’t crazy.”

Geralt chuckled and let me go. “Since when does the Brotherhood care about doing something crazy?”

Lori wiped at silent tears as we approached. Sy took her bag out of his saddlebags and handed it to me. Geralt took her helmet.

“You ridin’ with Marshall?” Sy asked Lori.

“No, ah, Mike actually.”

“Mike,” he barked. “No God damn showin’ off, you hear me?”

“Told you. I’m not allowed to have any fun.” I said, rolling my eyes and putting my arm around Lori’s shoulder.

I froze as I met Sy’s eyes. Fuck, I started to remove my arm but Sy surprised me by gripping my shoulder.

“Take care of her, okay kid?”

For a moment I was 19 again; lost, confused, really fucking stupid, but most of all desperate to have Sy treat me like an adult.

“You know I will,” I said as solemnly as I could.

“I know, li’l Brother,” he said and the way he said it told me that Geralt was right; Sy knew what was going to happen when he was gone… and he was still going.

I let Lori go and put my hand out. Sy took it and drew me into a hug.

He chuckled as he slapped my back. “I don’t know why I keep callin’ ya ‘li’l’.”

“‘Cause you're old as dirt,” I said, cracking a grin.

Sy’s big paw swiped at the back of my head. I tried to duck but the bastard was fast.

“Dick,” I said, grinning as I rubbed my head.

He didn't hit me hard, none of them ever did anymore. It was something they began doing when I first started hanging around and never stopped. The fact I could never duck them was what stung more than anything.

“Can I call you?” Lori asked Sy.

“Best ya don’t,” he said. “I don’t want anyone knowin’ ‘about you. It’s safer for you.”

Sy pulled Lori into another kiss, he held her so tight I thought he’d crush her spine. I suddenly became very interested in the colour of my motorcycle boots.

Eventually he put his helmet on and climbed onto his Softail. He gave the bike a few good revs, nodded at the three of us then rode away.

He didn’t look back.

Lori watched him leave, motionless, even when he had ridden out of sight.

Ah shit.

I glanced at Geralt, shrugging. What the fuck do we do now? He gestured towards Lori motioning to put my arm around her and I nodded.

“C’mon,” I said as gently as I could while I tucked her under my arm.

She sniffed a little then sighed and leaned into me while I guided her to my V-Rod.

“You’re ok, Babycakes.” I whispered, tightening my arm. I tried to think of something nice to say to her. Something that will make her feel better. “He’ll be back before you know it. The rest of us will take good care of you, I promise. And when we get home, if you want, we could hang out. Watch some movies or play a game or something.”

She hummed softly. “What kind of game?”

Fuck, I’m a total idiot. She’s not going to want to play video games and now I’m going to look like a complete dork. I shoved her pack into my saddlebag and tried not to look at G. I knew he’d be laughing at me and he’ll give me shit later.

“Like computer games or something?” she asked. “I’m not really a gamer, but… You could teach me.”

“Yeah, I mean, if you want. We could just watch movies. You know, if you’re bored or whatever,” I tried to smile at her. I knew my face would be bright red.

“Sounds good,” she said.

“Yeah?” My grin became real.

She returned my smile and wiped under her eyes.

“You’re even pretty when you cry,” I told her.

She laughed softly and shook her head. “Thanks Mike.”

Ok, maybe I didn’t completely suck at this.

We rode hard. My forearms were very nearly shot but we were lucky most of the distance was on the highway. It wasn’t as bad for me as the Brothers. They were frequently pulling back, looking for tails or racing ahead to make sure the path was clear. But we barely stopped all day. Just enough time for pee breaks and to scoff down a burger.

Plus I had Lori. I had her pressed up against me, clinging to me, resting her head against my shoulder. She felt so fucking good.

But I couldn’t enjoy it as much as I wanted to. I could tell she was in her head, not feeling it the way I was. And she was quiet. She barely spoke to me or the Brothers. Shit, she barely even looked at any of us. I tried to make her smile again a few times and while I was able to get her to raise the corners of her mouth once or twice, there was no spark in her eyes.

What did we expect after what she’s been through?

It was still daylight when we pulled into the clubhouse. Lori and I stayed in the garage and the Brothers went to clear the buildings.

Like most clubhouses, the compound was in an industrial area on the outskirts of town. It was deceptively larger than you would think when you saw it from the road. It was surrounded by a high wall, razor wire and a second fence, only slightly shorter and it was covered with more wire. There were a few buildings, a couple of sheds, including a large one that served as Geralt’s workshop, a garage for bikes and a few other vehicles we had and the Clubhouse proper.

I started to check my bike while we waited. The breaks in particular. They had felt a little spongy by the end but were probably just overheated. I checked the mileage and saw it was due for an oil change so I lifted it onto a stand, dropped a drip tray beneath it and sat beside the bike while I let the oil run out.

“You guys have a great collection,” Lori said. She was walking past a row of about ten bikes.

“They’re mostly G’s and Sy’s. They're the real bike nuts. The rest of us roll with it cause it's expected I guess.”

“You look like you know your way around the bike though.”

“That’s G,” I told her, “he taught me how to take care of her.”

She smiled so I kept talking. “Marshall taught me how to shoot and tactical stuff.”

“And Walker?”

“He taught me how to turn the money I make into clean money, and how to get the most out of it. That’s how I got this baby.” I patted my bike, and pointed down the long garage to the few cars we had, “And that purple one over there.”

She grinned, “He should have taught you better taste in cars.”

“That's a 1999 Nissan Skyline GTR V-Spec. There’s only like 10 in the whole country. Legally anyway. That’s a fucking great car,” I protested. And expensive, it cost me a quarter of a million dollars.

Lori shrugged. “I prefer a bit of American muscle.”

“Don’t let Marshall hear you say that,” I teased.

She laughed at that. Blushed too. “Well, speaking of American muscle, what did Sy teach you?”

“Respect,” I said honestly.

She stopped laughing.

I turned back to my bike and checked the chain. “He’s a good guy. I don’t know where I’d be if it weren’t for him.”

“He brought you in?”

“Yeah. I was hanging around downtown near this tattoo shop. A friend I went to college with dropped out and started working there. I’d been having some trouble and thought about dropping out too. Anyway, long story, but my grades dropped and I was having trouble paying my tuition but I was too scared to tell my parents. Eventually, I couldn’t afford accommodation and the shop had an apartment over the top which I thought was empty and my friend started sneaking me in sometimes and letting me sleep there. The manager found out and called the boss.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah, oh shit. So Sy shows up and I thought, okay, my friend’s going to get fired and I’m going to have the shit kick out of me.”

“My brother would have probably kicked the shit out of both of you.”

“Well, Sy didn’t. He spoke to my friend and once he found out what was going on, he said if I was going to stay, I’d have to earn my keep. Told me to clean and mop the shop, make sure it was tidy. He offered me an apprenticeship after a few months, but I can’t even trace for shit, let alone draw, so that wasn’t happening. He also made me go back to college.”

“So how did you end up here?” she asked, coming to sit beside me.

“I still don’t really know. Sy started picking me up and taking me on little jobs. I guess he was testing me, seeing how I’d react. After a while, he brought me here and G started teaching me about bikes. Apparently I was good at that, so I started working with him instead of at the shop. Later, Marshall started taking me to the range. After I graduated, I was called into Walker’s office and they asked me if I wanted to be a Prospect.”

“So that’s what you do now? Work with Geralt?”

“I have my own shop now. Cars mostly. The guys there work on imports,” I shrugged and grinned at her and she smiled back. “And of course, I do these kinds of jobs with the Brothers.”

“And that's all because of Sy?” Lori shook her head, “He didn’t tell me that.”

“He wouldn't. He’d say I earned it. Or that they only keep me around because they like having a pet idiot.”

She laughed again and I put my arm around her. She leaned her head on my shoulder. My heart started racing, thundering so hard in my chest I thought she must be able to hear it.

I wish I had more experience with girls. It's not that I hadn’t been with girls, but since being around the Brothers, I hadn’t really had to work hard to get them. They seemed to throw themselves at us. More often than not, they were throwing themselves at my Brothers and usually I got what was left. Which was still some top quality pussy I might add. But you could see in their eyes I was interchangeable, I could have been anyone, so I never cared if they felt good, if they enjoyed it. I fucked to get off and that was it.

I wanted Lori to see me, but at the same time, I was terrified she’d hate what she saw. I’d never been with a girl who I actually cared about before and I had no fucking idea what to do. I wanted to do things for her that I have never done for any woman before. And I don't mean that I want to buy her flowers.

She was so out of my league though. Cliche as it is, she wasn’t like the girls I was used to. She was more like the girls I knew in college, the ones who barely looked twice at me, the ones who saw me for what I was; a dumb fucking kid with an attitude problem. I thought I’d left those insecurities behind until Lori showed up.

I wondered what the others would do. Would they just risk it all and kiss her? They’d probably say something that would make her panties drop in two seconds.

I made her laugh, so what? That meant shit compared to what the other guys had to offer. Real experience, real understanding of women, of real, good women, not just the groupies who were attracted to what we represent more than they were attracted to us.

And I was such a fucking loser, asking her if she wanted to play fucking video games like a fucking teenager. So what if I still had a chance with her? I know I’m going to fuck it up at the first opportunity. If I hadn’t done so already. I knew I was headed straight for the friendzone and there wasn’t a fucking thing I could do about it.

“The guys are taking their time,” she said.

“They’ll be watching the cameras as well as doing a physical check of the buildings. Might do an electronic sweep too.”

She nodded. Then reached for my hand and looked up at me. “Thanks for today Mike. I enjoyed riding with you.”

My throat felt dry. God she was so fucking beautiful.

I put my hand on her cheek, her skin was so soft, and warm. “I liked it too.”

She smiled. Really smiled. For the first time since this morning her steel-grey eyes seemed to dance; they looked so bright. I ran my thumb over the curve of her cheek as I licked my lips, and leaned into her slowly, giving her plenty of time to push me away. But she didn’t; she closed her eyes, put her hand on my wrist and let herself be guided to my mouth.

My lips brushed hers gently. She was so soft, her lips were like petals, smooth and silky. My hands shook as I felt the pressure of her returning my kiss. I leaned into her further, parting my mouth, capturing her bottom lip between mine. I wanted to taste her, lap at her mouth until she opened and let me in. But I felt her hand on my chest and she pulled away.

“Mike, I…” “Yeah, sorry, I…” we started talking over each other.

My face burned and I turned away. How could I have been so stupid? But she’d kissed me back hadn't she?

She cupped my cheek in her hand and brought my face back to hers. Then she kissed me, softly, her lips stroking once over mine before she pulled away again.

God, I was so confused. Did she want me to kiss her again or not?

Lori put her head back on my shoulder while her hand found mine and she laced our fingers together. I lifted my chin and rested it on the top of her head. She hummed and squeezed my hand, shimmying closer.

Okay, this was nice. Better than nice. I chilled and put my nose into her hair. She smelled so fucking good; fresh and clean and so very feminine. Alright, maybe this is what I’m missing, these moments. Moments where its not about fucking, but something else. Closeness, intimacy, connection or something?

Yeah… this was good. I liked this.

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harleysite · 1 year

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Ich wünsche euch noch einen schönen Sonntag. Hier haben wir eine bildhübsche Softail Slim, aus dem Modelljahr 2016. Sie wurde mit den Parts aus dem 2016 Parts and Accessories Big Book aufgepimpt. Leider gibt es die Softail Slim nicht mehr, vielleicht kommt sie ja wieder zurück, mitunter passiert sowas ja mal. Die Slim ist das perfekte Modell aus der Softail Baureihe, für radikale Umbauten gewesen. Folge Harleysite auch auf Instagram 🙏 👉 https://www.Instagram.com/harleysite #harleydavidson #harley #harleysite #softailslim #custombike #harleydavidsonsoftail #motorcycles #harley_davidson #harley_davidson_daily #harleygram #harleydavidsonmotorcycles #harleydreams #harleydavidson #harleyoftheday #livetoride #harleylife #harleysoftail #harley_davidson_lifestyle #slimharley #harleycustom #custombikes #customharley #harleysofinstagram #harleysoftailcustom #harleylifestyle https://www.instagram.com/p/CnKSVlmITDa/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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clubstyleeurope · 1 year

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#cse • @bassanixhaust This dealer Thailand uses Bassani Xhaust. They outfitted this Lowrider ST with out latest 2:1 System with Super Bike Muffler part number 1S78SS or @dragspecialties part number 1800-2556 • @runstock สีเทาตัวเก็บของปี2022 ใครทันโชคดีไปนะครับ ปีนี้รอสีขาวน่าจะแต่งจัดทรงอลังการเอาเรื่องพอตัว คันนี้ใหม่แกะกล่องอัพเครื่อง จัดทรงเต็มระบบ ไม่มีมั่วไม่มียำ less is much more🫣💯😬🤩#runstockco #performance #daily #harleydavidson #raceshit #softail #softailgram #softailcustom https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnj1Ii3okje/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#cse #runstockco #performance #daily #harleydavidson #raceshit #softail #softailgram #softailcustom

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tonopahfallshq · 1 year

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Name: Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Ramirez Age: 36 Occupation: Owner of Diosa Y La Lunas International (located in Vegas) Time living in Tonopah: 5 years Neighborhood: Downtown Gang Affiliation: Halcone for Los Bandoleros Face Claim: Clayton Cardenas

Biography:

Born and raised in El Paso, Texas. He is one of three siblings. A younger sister and an older brother. His mother died during the birth of his younger sister leaving his father to tend to all three children. Miguel had been strict, but always wanted the best for his children which was why when he moved them from their comfortable home in El Paso to Las Vegas he had not understood. Little had EZ known, Miguel had ties to an organization called Los Bandoleros. His fathers connection allowed them to keep food on the table and to survive as a family. Though when Miguel grew sick it landed on his older brother, Rafael to take care of their family.

Vegas was no place for children and it wasn’t long before EZ too had started running with the wrong crowd, doing drugs and drinking. This wouldn’t become a problem until his older brother was killed during an attack on Los Bandoleros. EZ started to spiral a bit and that spiral led him into fighting - everything and everyone. Worried about his son, Miguel called in a favor to a friend resulting in EZ being dragged into a boxing gym. He had gone though it had been unwillingly, EZ and anyone around had quickly learned he was a natural. Soon his fathers favor was cashed in on and Los Bandoleros was at his door having him fight for them. He had been against it at first because of everything they had taken from him and his family, but after meeting one of their members EZ had realized that they were in fact not to blame at all. Rafael’s death they had assured him had not been in vain.

His natural ability led him to an unblemished record of 36-0; 34 by knockout. His first round knockout ratio surpassed every heavyweight in history to date.

Everything was going well until one night he spiraled a bit too far and ended up being attacked outside of a bar in Vegas. A brutal knife attack resulting in a near death experience and a facial scar that extends from his ear to his chin. EZ recovered and got back in the ring, but another attack dragged his career to a halt leaving him with a record of 37-2. Ezekiel holds numerous heavyweight titles as well as two WBC belts. While it has been years since he had been in a professional fight, he can often be found in a boxing gym. He keeps his body in fighting shape, but the only way for him to continue fighting would be a long, daunting surgery on his knee.

After retiring from boxing, he started working with his younger sister running an escort business in Las Vegas. Catalina was flourishing and EZ had learned long ago that idle hands did him nothing good. So, joining at his sister's side seemed the natural thing to do. Plus at this point everyone in his family had rooted themselves in the Los Bandoleros organization. Every fight he had shown up at they had been in the crowd. Every party that was thrown they celebrated with him – they had become part of his family.

Which was why when they asked him to relocate to Tonopah Falls to open a second escort service he had not hesitated. La Luna International was doing amazing and Catalina had set him up with everything he would need in Tonopah. He has now been there for five years and while not everyone knows he owns the business – it is in fact flourishing.

Headcannons:

EZ owns a ‘67 Black Chevelle and a custom softail deluxe

His father is still alive and lives in Las Vegas with Catalina. EZ speaks to Catalina every single day and often attempts to encourage her to move to Tonopah Falls.

He lives downtown in a spacious two bedroom apartment

He has a German Shepard named Axel

EZ is extremely protective of the girls

EZ uses his anger to his advantage when it comes to boxing and other tasks needed by the LB. It never blinds him, but its always gives him enough strength to get the job done.

EZ has never told anyone, but he got the surgery needed to go back into the ring three years ago - its why he works so hard to stay in fighting shape – knowing the day may come when he decides to return.

#ezekiel ramirez.#los bandoleros.#male.#tfhq.characters

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harleysdebrasilia · 2 years

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“Seja celebridade da sua vida, porque protagonista já somos única e somente da nossa história”. Com essa frase dita pela @shirley23rp apresento a primeira parte do ensaio que fizemos com a sua coadjuvante, a linda BOB 114. 🤘🏻SIGA @harleybrasilia🤘🏻⠀ ⠀ #star⠀ #oldschool⠀ #harleydavidson⠀ #harley_davidson_fatboy_world⠀ #harleydavidsondaily ⠀ #harleydavidsonnation ⠀ #harleydavidsonaddicts⠀ #harleyoftheday⠀ #thebestharleys⠀ #harleydavidsonunofficial⠀ #harleydavidson_america⠀ #harleydavidsonbrasil⠀ #harleysofinstagram ⠀ #harley_davidson_lifestyle⠀ #instacustomgram⠀ #harleysdesampa⠀ #harleysdosertao⠀ #harleysdovale⠀ #harleysdeminas⠀ #harleysdebrasilia⠀ #harleydeitauna⠀ #harleyros_brasil⠀ #instaharleys⠀ #harleystyle⠀ #softail ⠀ #softailgram ⠀ #fatboy⠀ #hdbsb ⠀ ⠀ 🤜HDBSB🤛 Fotos @claubertphotos (em Brasília, Brazil) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfrccqOL9oX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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the-firebird69 · 3 months

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Saying goodbye to our Softail Slim 😩

And this is happening a lot they're putting these things in all day and night saying goodbye to the rides and their lives are kind of crappy and they have a tough time doing tons of stuff but still I'm not kicker 5150 and not used too much that there's a way to reinforce the frame and use lateral pieces and use it top and bottom in the shape of an x and you connect the x so you're going from the top and bottom stay in the bottom of the bike where the engine goes top and bottom two x's on top two x's underneath on the same tube and you connected on the side and the whole side by the way so you'd have two solid X's and there's a way to do that in the shop you cut the vertical piece which is like 4 inches by 3/4 high to go to the tube and you welded in the shape of an x and you put the bottom piece on it wasn't on the other side it might be easier to put in the bottom on first and then you can weld along the whole edge easier and then you do the same for the front and the rear and part of the top and your hard knock kicker 5150 is stronger and lighter than the Harley frame the rest good picking the door high speeds it can endure high speeds probably the hk2 and hk3 and he says he can do it with the one but it won't go as fast because people who are smaller need them that's true too you have to make it so it doesn't go as fast about 3000 miles an hour but there's a ton of those three it's too fast for them anyways but when you're in combat it's excellent and really these trucks go 800 and can avoid tons of fire and you protected against flack they use a certain skin on it so they're going to probably do this now and it's from one of the inventors but he's the inventor of it and the engineer and Randall text Cobb also engineered part of it and invented part of it and came up with a lot of the code and the use so here we go and Hera is right here and she said how to reinforce no but she did mention that he is one of the founders

Thor Freya

And we're speaking to them and they're announcing and he's telling you how to reinforce it and who we are and things like that

Hera Zues

We do like this it's probably a good idea and we will use the Harley motors that are in them and or new ones and we're looking for those and with the reinforcing it's going to work we have seen it work very well we know how to do the gooseneck area

Bja

I have seen this x put in there you can do it tubing and it looks really classy and it works very well

Terry c but you can use flat stock and it works just as good

I'm going to go ahead and make mine up well I'm going to try to

Trump and yes clearing out the blockage is a rebel thing to do and they're disgusting these Max

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thedarkonesknowledge · 4 months

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Suspension

Suspension on a motorcycle manages wheel movement, absorbs shocks, and enhances ride comfort by keeping the tires connected to the road.

Front Suspension : a pair of fork tubes Rear Suspension : a swingarm with 1 or 2 shock absorbers

A fork connects the wheel to its frame through a triple clamp.

A triple clamp consists of :

Upper : Attaches to frame. Connects the fork tubes allowing the front wheel to pivot. Lower : Connects to the upper. Holds the fork tubes at the bottom. Provides stability and support to the front wheel.

Both connect through a steering stem.

A steering stem is a shaft that runs through the steering head, creating the steering axis.

Suspension Functions :

1. Absorbs shocks for a smoother ride. 2. Keeps the tires in touch with the road. 3. Influences handling and stability. 4. Distributes weight evenly. 5. Can be adjusted for rider preference. 6. Protects from bumps and impacts. 7. Affects how the motorcycle turns. 8. Supports efficient braking.

Types : - Front Suspension -

Source : blisterreview.com

1. Telescopic Forks Characteristics : - Two telescopic tubes extending from the top to the bottom of the front wheel. - Common and straightforward design widely used in motorcycles. - Simple construction with minimal components. Motorcycle Example : Yamaha YZF-R6 Pros : - Simple design leads to ease of manufacturing and maintenance. - Widely adopted, making replacement parts readily available. - Suitable for various motorcycle types and applications. Cons : - Limited adjustability compared to some alternative systems. - Susceptible to dive during heavy braking. - Increased unsprung weight compared to inverted forks.

2. Upside-Down (USD) Forks Characteristics : - Larger diameter tube at the bottom and smaller tube at the top. - Inverted design compared to telescopic forks. - Reduced unsprung weight and improved rigidity. Motorcycle Example : Ducati Panigale V4 Pros : - Reduced unsprung weight enhances suspension performance. - Improved rigidity and responsiveness during aggressive riding. - Aesthetic appeal and a modern look. Cons : - Initial cost and complexity can be higher. - Maintenance may require specialized tools. - Vulnerable to damage in case of an impact.

3. Leading Link Suspension Characteristics : - Uses links or arms to connect the front wheel to the frame. - Provides a unique appearance and different geometry. - Reduced dive during braking. Motorcycle Example : BMW R80GS Pros : - Improved stability, especially during braking. - Smooth ride and reduced front-end dive. - A distinctive design that stands out. Cons : - Limited widespread adoption. - May require more maintenance and tuning. - Potential added weight compared to telescopic forks.

4. Trailing Link Suspension Characteristics : - Utilises a trailing link (or links) connected to the chassis and the wheel assembly. - Commonly found in front suspensions, providing stability and anti-dive characteristics. - Transfers braking forces more effectively, reducing front-end dive. Motorcycle Example : Harley-Davidson Softail Pros : - Excellent stability during braking, reducing front-end dive. - Predictable handling, particularly in cruisers and custom bikes. - Effective transfer of braking forces for improved control. Cons : - Limited in terms of adjustability compared to other suspension types. - Can be heavier and bulkier than alternative setups. - May compromise agility and responsiveness in dynamic riding conditions.

- Rear Suspension -

Coil Shocks Source : blisterreview.com

Air Shocks Source : blisterreview.com

1. Spring-Loaded Hydraulic Suspension Characteristics : - Combines a coil spring with hydraulic damping. - Provides a balance between spring elasticity and damping control. - Offers a smoother ride and improved handling. Motorcycle Example : BMW R1250GS Pros : - Adjustable for various riding conditions. - Enhanced comfort and stability. - Effective damping for better control. Cons : - Maintenance can be more involved. - Potential for increased weight. - Costlier compared to basic spring systems.

2. Gas Filled/Nitrox-Charged Shock Absorber Characteristics : - Utilises gas (nitrogen) to pressurize the shock absorber. - Enhances damping efficiency and reduces foaming. - Suitable for various riding conditions. Motorcycle Example : KTM 1290 Super Adventure Pros : - Reduced risk of shock fade. - Improved heat dissipation. - Adjustable for preload and compression. Cons : - Initial cost may be higher. - Maintenance can require specialized tools. - Potential for gas leakage over time.

3. Mono Shock Characteristics : - Single rear suspension unit attached to the swingarm. - Positioned either under the seat or along the side of the bike. - Provides centralised and adjustable damping. Motorcycle Example : Yamaha MT-09 Pros : - Improved handling and stability. - Allows for precise suspension tuning. - Reduced unsprung weight for better performance. Cons : - Initial cost and complexity may be higher. - Maintenance and repairs can be more involved. - Limited space for customization due to a single shock.

4. Dual Shock Characteristics : - Two separate shock absorbers on either side of the rear wheel. - Commonly found in older or classic motorcycles. - Simpler design and easier maintenance. Motorcycle Example : Honda CB750 Pros : - Easier and more cost-effective to manufacture. - Straightforward maintenance and repairs. - Classic appearance, often preferred for retro bikes. Cons : - Heavier compared to monoshock setups. - Limited adjustability for fine-tuning suspension. - Can lead to uneven weight distribution in some cases.

Materials :

Steel

Aluminum Alloy

Titanium

Carbon Fiber

Chrome-Molybdenum (Chromoly)

Composite Materials

Plastics/Polymer Composites

Beryllium

Magnesium Alloy

Ceramic

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Maintenance :

Inspect for leaks, damage, and alignment issues.

Keep parts well-lubricated to reduce friction.

Adjust based on rider weight for a balanced ride.

Fine-tune for better control and stability.

Check for leaks, replace as needed.

Change fluids at recommended intervals.

Consequences of Neglect :

Poor handling, diminished ride quality.

Possible loss of control, increased injury risk.

Shortened lifespan, higher maintenance costs.

Stiffness, vibrations, reduced enjoyment.

Potential damage due to insufficient preload.

Delayed maintenance leads to pricier fixes.

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Additional Notes :

Suspension absorbs bumps, maintains tire contact, and ensures a smooth ride.

Key parts include springs for support and dampers for motion control.

Modern bikes allow riders to tweak settings based on weight and preference.

Sag measures compression; preload adjusts spring force for different weights.

Controlled by dampers; rebound manages extension, compression handles compression.

Linkage systems influence wheel motion; types like rising-rate impact behavior.

Off-road bikes favour longer travel; street bikes prioritise stability.

Regularly check for leaks, loose parts, and alignment issues.

Advanced systems adapt to conditions for optimal performance.

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