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nova-amor · 8 months

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𓈒∘☁︎ ◜ 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 ◞

𝐜𝐰 — 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐫!𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 [𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.], 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥 [𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫], 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 𝟏.𝟖𝐤

"what the fuck was that?" choso hisses through gritted teeth, pinning you to the farthest corner of the bar. his hands are on either side of your head, palms pressed hard to the wooden walls behind you. "what the hell do you think you're doin'?"

you're clutching a brown beer bottle close to your chest, the cool condensation dampening the fabric of the black crop top you're wearing. choso is seething— golden eyes narrowed down at you, cheeks reddened with anger, muscles tensed; he looks like his head is about to implode and you’re loving every second of it. like the good person you are, you fight back a smirk, bucking your hips into choso's front, your legs intertwining with his. and, you’re just loving every second of this moment.

"what?" you tease, your eyes glimmering with a sense of mischief that doesn't go unnoticed by the man. "they play really good music here on the weekends, can't help that i want to dance to it."

"you were dancin', huh? so shaking your ass against a complete stranger in front of me is dancin' to you?" choso is on the verge of exploding, his knuckles growing white beneath the fabric of his motorcycle gloves.

choso fought to restrain himself from going over and punching the man that you had been entertaining just seconds before, he knew better than to get into a bar fight on his own. even if he knew he could take on multiple men at the same time.

"you like pissin' me off, baby? like makin' me jealous so that i can take my anger out on you later?" choso ranted, his eyes darkening as he lifted his hands off the wall. his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pressing your body tightly to his. you could feel his erection poking at your pelvis, straining against the tight fabric of his black jeans. "do you know how crazy you make me? i hate it when you act like a little slut in public, fuckin' hate it."

you tilt your head back to meet choso's gaze, one of your hands resting at the top of his shoulder blade. the pad of his motorcycle jacket is rough against the soft palm of your hand, well-crafted and hardy material designed to protect him from asphalt burns and other injuries. you loved seeing choso in all of his gear, the full blacked-out outfit making your pussy clench whenever he rode to meet you somewhere.

"we're just friends, choso," you whisper to him, voice heavy with desperation for him to claim you. you two had spent months running circles around one another, unable to put a solid title on the relationship you had regardless of the true feelings you held for one another. "there's no reason for you to be jealous when i'm not your girl."

choso rolls his eyes, pulling away from you like you were acid-burning his skin. he gnaws on his bottom lip, a habit he always did whenever he was deep in thought. and, before you could get a grasp on his actions, choso snatched the bottle of beer from your hand and gulped down the rest of it, tossing it into the bin next to you when he was done.

with a low "we’re leaving", choso snatches your wrist with his large hand, the rough padding of his gloves digging into your bare skin as he drags you out of the bar. the two of you earn confused and irritated gazes as he shoves through the crowd on the dance floor, pushing past everyone with long strides and little regard for those around him.

"choso, what the fuck!" you snap at him as soon as the two of you are out of the door, his hand finally releasing you as he stalks over to his motorcycle. it's an all-black yamaha r7, matching his riding attire with hints of silver along the handles and mirrors. "where the fuck are we going, choso?"

he snaps his head over at you, throwing his long leg over the bike with ease. he's glaring at you, his mouth curved down with a sneer yet he holds his helmet out to you, silently commanding you to get on the bike.

"home," he says, his voice low and gravely. he tilts the bike upright with the support of his strong legs, the motorcycle roaring to life, the smell of its exhaust filling the open air. "you wanna be my girl, right? so get on the fuckin' bike and i'll show you how to be."

without a single moment of hesitation, you throw the helmet on, the foam pads squishing your cheeks. with the help of the footpeg, you climb onto the back of the bike, wrapping your arms tightly around choso's waist like the many times you had done before. his hand pats your interlocked hands as a warning before he revs the bike, peeling away into the night.

"choso," you call out as he strolls into his apartment, the garage door lowering behind you. he completely ignores you, abandoning you in the garage, the door slamming shut behind him. "can you wait for a damn second!"

you hook the helmet onto the footpeg, making sure it’s secure before following after choso. he shrugs off his motorcycle jacket, tossing it onto the kitchen countertop before removing his gloves.

"what the hell is your problem?" you snap at him, crossing your arms over your puffed-out chest. you're beyond frustrated with him and his silence. you wanted to fight him, knock some sense into him with the way he's treating you.

with long strides across the kitchen floor, choso picks you up by your waist, biceps flexing as he easily plops you down to sit on the edge of the kitchen counter. he stands between your legs, glaring down his nose at you.

"you're my fuckin' problem," he growls, dipping his head down to your neck. his kisses are hot, open-mouthed, and wet— sucking and biting at the delicate column of your neck. "talkin' about wanting to be my girl and then slutting yourself out whenever we go out," he sucks at the sensitive point underneath your ear. "you've always been my girl, baby; thought i made that clear when i started bouncin' ya on my cock months ago."

your head rolls back, brows furrowed as you arch your neck further to the side, allowing choso to stake his claim on your skin through bites and hickies. your brain is reduced to mush as he drags the flat of his tongue from the crook of your neck and up to the hinge of your jaw. your fingers lacing themselves into his hair, tugging and pulling at the silky strands, earning a hiss from deep within his throat.

"never gonna share you; no one gets to use you the way i do," choso bites at your neck before pulling away, his black pupils blown out as he peers down at you. his lips are bruised, cheeks flushed from abusing your skin to his liking. you can only imagine the bite marks and bruises that decorate your neck. "no one knows your body like i do; doesn't know how to make you moan, and beg, and turn you into a messy puddle that can barely form a sentence."

your clit throbs against the cloth of your panties, your underwear soaked thoroughly with your arousal. choso never really spoke during sex, rarely spoke in general, yet whenever he did, it was either to say a joke or command authority over your friend group whenever they got a little too rambunctious. the switch in his behavior caught you off-guard, but you weren't one to ever complain. you liked it when he took charge.

"no one knows how much you like it when your nipples are pinched," he tugs your crop top up, prying your breasts from the confines of your bra, spilling them out into his warm hands. he tugs and rolls the sensitive buds between his fingers, a series of moans bubbling from your lips. "such pretty fuckin’ tits, baby, fuckk," he mumbles, admiring the view.

"no one knows how wet you get when i play with them, bitin' and suckin' on them 'til their bruised and puffy," he dips his head down to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, sinking his pearly whites into the soft flesh. a cry rips through you when he pulls at your nipple, harder and harder until he lets go with a ‘pop’. "bet you're fuckin' soaking already, baby. let me pull these jeans down and see,"

you shuffle atop the countertop while choso helps to pull your pants down, the cool surface causing a shiver to run down your spine as your bare ass cheeks make connect with it.

"i was right, huh? got niagara falls forming in your panties, baby," choso kneels to the ground, inhaling the musky scent of your arousal through the soiled cloth. his nose nudges against your clit, tongue teasing at your entrance, soaking your panties further with his saliva. "no one could make you get this wet but me, ain't that right, baby?"

"yesyesyes—" you're breathless, too far gone to form a proper thought. your hands grip choso's hair, the only support tethering you to the earth. "fuck, cho, please need your mouth— need ya t’ fuck me with your tongue— needs it s’ bad—"

choso chuckles, standing up to press a sloppy kiss to your lips. his tongue invades your mouth, the pink muscle scouring every crevice and cementing his claim all over it. he tugs your panties down to your thighs, rubbing your clit around his index and middle fingers before dipping a single digit into your wet heat. he slips into the tight ring with a grunt, poking and prodding against the tight clench of your walls grasping at his finger.

"so fuckin' tight, lemme hear them pretty moans," he slips another finger deep inside of you, scissoring and hooking them into your gummy walls. "wanna hear how needy you get f'me."

choso strokes at every inch of your cunt, pulling moan and moan out from you with little effort. you're putty in the palm of his hand, allowing him to mold you around to his liking. his nose is pressed to your neck, peppering kisses and bites along the path, drenching your skin with his saliva.

"remind me who fuckin’ own this pretty pussy, baby," he curls his finger into your spot, your thighs trembling as your walls squeeze harder around him. you could feel peak coming along, so close and just barely out of reach. "tell me what i want to hear and i'll let you cum, can feel your pretty little walls clinging to me— i know you’re fuckin’ close."

your eyes flutter shut, mouth agape as choso’s name leaves your lips like a prayer. "i'm your's, i'm your girl," you moan, choso chuckling at how fucked out you sound, so pathetic and desperate for release. "no one else's, cho, you own this pussy, was made for you and only you."

"that's my good girl," choso purrs, slipping another finger deep inside you. the stretch is sweet, your hips bucking to chase after the sweet release he had promised you. "cum on my fingers, baby, cum for me."

your release hits you like a freight train, gushing all over his hand and pooling on the countertop below you. choso chuckles as your cunt milks his fingers, grasping and clinging to him as your body quivers against him. you swore you caught a glimpse of heaven.

"that’s my good girl," choso retracts his fingers from inside of you, your body feeling so empty with the absence of his touch. he presses his fingertips to your lips, your tongue poking out to lap at his fingers, humming at the taste of yourself. "that's it, baby, be my good girl. clean my fingers up and i'll give ya some cock as a reward, okay?"

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jybyls · 3 months

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Biker!Jenna x Biker!Reader

Warnings: Nsfw under the second red line.

Info: n/n means nephew's name in the 3rd video

Ok hear me out.

Jenna in a full black and red gear on a red Yamaha r6 that had to be lowered by 2 inches in the front and back because otherwise, she couldn't fit on it. Hot.

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° You guys have matching bikes, helmets, and gears. (your bike had to be lowered, too) (unless you're taller)

° Mess with each other at red lights. Killswitch each other, kick each other, put your helmet visor up and down. You'll just mess with each other in every way.

° She's womanhandling you when you're her backpag, to the point where sometimes she put you in the front with her. Video

° Street racing at 2 am. In the middle of nowhere.

° Have her initial written with a red felt tip on your bike and helmet, and the same goes for her, but you wrote it in black.

° Have a joint playlist for rides that you listen to even when you're riding alone.

° You both love to scream every music that blaste in your ears. Video

° Kiss each other deeply before every ride. ykyk

° You do wheelies out of nowhere or pass between two trucks, which makes her heart skip a beat each time. She always screams at you for that. You just hug her, give her a helmet kiss, and apologize. Video

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° You bought Jenna's nephew a mini bike cause he kept asking you to give him rides around the block.

° She has a whole folder of videos and photos of you and her nephew riding around the block. In some of those videos, we can hear Jenna screaming at her nephew not to copy what you're doing. Video

° You'd be showing him the most dangerous trick like it's nothing because your stupid brain didn't actually think he'd try to copy you.

° You got yelled at a lot by Jenna because of that. And every time you're just like “I didn't think he'd copy me ! It's not my fault the kid's fearless !” and Jenna would be like “He's a kid ! He doesn't understand how dangerous it is to do a wheelie ! WITH ONE HAND !”

° You had to go up to him and explain to him that he's only allowed to ride carefully and that he can not do tricks. Yet.

° You're his favourite aunt, by the way.

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° Jenna is definitely the mom of your relationship. She has to make sure you're not going a 100km/h on a 50km/h.

° Had to get you out of trouble multiple times, she's always like “It's like you're a magnet for trouble/danger.”

° Jenna seems like the responsible one, but her dirty mind is tempted to take control over her.

° You'd turn your head to see if Jenna is still behind you, and that's when you saw your girlfriend pretending to jerk off her inexistence dick. Throwing her head back and everything. Or if she's waiting for you in the garage when you'll come in, you see her humping your bike. Video

NSFW:

° One night, you kept teasing her, saying how you wouldn't mind riding both--her and her bike, aaaand she took your word. You ended up riding her strap while she was on her bike.

° She praised you the entire time: “That's it, ride my dick babygirl.”

“You're such a good girl.”

“Keep going, love.”

“You're doing so good, fuck..”

“Look so good riding me, my love.”

° She maybe degraded you a bit too- oop: “You want more ? Yeah ? What a slut.”

“Aw is it too much for my baby ? You ask for it just take it, slut.”

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Hope y'all like it. Love ya <33

#jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x reader #oneshot #jenna ortega imagine #biker!jennaortega #Spotify #jybyls' writing

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fabioquartararhoe · 21 days

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@.yamahamotogp: Let’s take a closer look at @.fabioquartararo20’s 2024 Le Mans livery 🔍😍 The colour scheme and riding gear was especially designed by Fabio as a gift to his home fans 🎁, and it’s also to celebrate his contract renewal with Yamaha 💙

#fabio #fabio quartararo #motogp

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nayziiz · 1 month

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Speed | CS55

Summary: In a chance encounter at a gas station, a mysterious woman on a Yamaha YZF R6 catches the attention of Carlos, a charming Ferrari driver. Little did they know the journey they would both go on.

Warning: Smut, fluff

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x OC (Lola)

Masterlist

Chapter 5

Lola wheeled her bike out of the garage and into the driveway, and Carlos followed behind her, his eyes fixed on her with a mixture of admiration and excitement. He watched as she effortlessly manoeuvred the bike, her confidence evident in every motion.

As they reached the driveway, Lola came to a stop and turned to face Carlos, a serious expression on her face. She reached for a helmet from a nearby shelf and handed it to him, her tone firm as she began to speak.

“Firstly, safety is everything.” She started, her voice carrying a sense of authority born from years of experience. “You have to wear protective gear at all times, because you never know what could happen around the next corner.”

Lola's words hung in the air, a reminder of the risks that came with riding a motorcycle. Carlos nodded in understanding, his expression serious as he listened intently to her instructions.

“That includes a proper leather jacket, gloves, and a helmet.” She continued, her gaze unwavering as she met Carlos's eyes. "Usually leather pants, but the chinos will do for tonight."

Carlos nodded again, a sense of determination settling over him as he took in Lola's words. He understood the importance of safety, and he was grateful for Lola's guidance as they prepared for their ride.

“You'll be what the biker community calls a 'backpack.’” Lola continued, her tone matter-of-fact as she explained. “You're my backpack on the bike because of the position you sit and how you have to hang onto me.”

Carlos nodded, taking in her words as he absorbed the information. He understood the concept; he would be riding pillion, holding onto Lola as she piloted the motorcycle. It was a position of trust and intimacy, and he was eager to experience it firsthand.

As Lola took a step towards the bike, Carlos followed closely behind, his anticipation growing with each passing moment.

“The rider always gets on first.” Lola stated firmly as she swung her leg over the bike and settled into the rider's seat. “Then you climb on using the pegs at the back.”

Carlos listened to her instructions, his heart pounding with nervous excitement as he watched Lola demonstrate. He took note of the foot pegs she pointed out, his hands gripping the helmet he held tightly.

With hesitant steps, Carlos approached the bike, his movements cautious as he reached for the foot pegs at the back. He hesitantly and nervously climbed onto the bike, his muscles tense with anticipation as he settled into the seat behind Lola.

Instinctively, Carlos rested his hands on Lola's waist, his touch light yet reassuring. He could feel the warmth of her body beneath his fingertips, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of connection.

“When we get going, you rest your hands on the tank when I'm braking.” Lola instructed, her voice steady and confident as she took Carlos's hands and guided them to the gas tank between her legs. “And when I squeeze your thigh, that means I'm going to start speeding up. Then you just hold on tight.”

Carlos felt Lola's hands on top of his own, her touch gentle yet firm as she continued to explain. He listened intently, his nerves beginning to ease as he absorbed her instructions.

“When I lean into corners or turns, you lean with me, kind of mimicking my movements; otherwise, we will fall over. When I come to a stop, don't lean against me; try to keep yourself in place, otherwise, I'm going to get squashed against the tank, and our helmets will more than likely bang together.” Lola concluded, her voice steady and authoritative. “Any questions?”

“How fast are we going to go?” Carlos wondered, his voice betraying a hint of apprehension.

“I won't go faster than 100 kilometres per hour. I'll take it slow.” Lola assured him, her tone calm and reassuring.

Carlos nodded, a sense of relief washing over him as he listened to Lola's words. He trusted her judgement implicitly, knowing that she would prioritise their safety above all else.

“Okay, that sounds good.” He replied, his voice steady as he met Lola's gaze. “I trust you.”

With a smile, Lola returned his nod, her confidence unwavering as she prepared to lead them on their ride.

A few moments later, the bike rolled down the driveway and out onto the street, its engine purring with anticipation. Carlos took a deep breath, his heart pounding with excitement as they embarked on their journey together.

Lola led Carlos through winding roads bordered by towering trees, their branches reaching out to brush against the night sky. The air was cool against their skin as they sped along, the rumble of the engine beneath them filling the night with a sense of excitement.

As they rode, Lola guided them through a series of twists and turns, each one more exhilarating than the last. They leaned into corners together, their bodies moving in sync as they navigated the road with precision and skill.

With each passing moment, Carlos felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through him, his senses heightened by the thrill of the ride. The rush of the wind against his face, the roar of the engine in his ears—it was a feeling unlike any other, a sense of freedom and exhilaration that filled him with a sense of joy and excitement.

As they continued on their journey, Lola led them to a secluded lookout point high above the city. They parked the bike and dismounted, the cool night air wrapping around them like a blanket as they took in the breathtaking view below.

Carlos's heart was racing as he stood on the edge of the lookout, his breath coming in short bursts as he gazed out at the twinkling lights of the city below. It was a moment of pure exhilaration, a feeling of being alive and free in the vastness of the night.

Lola removed her helmet, shaking out her hair as Carlos followed suit, his movements slightly shaky with residual adrenaline. He couldn't help but feel a rush of exhilaration as he took in their surroundings, his wide eyes and flushed cheeks betraying the intensity of the experience.

Lola chuckled at his reaction, her laughter echoing in the night air as she watched him with amusement.

“Was that too fast?” She asked, a hint of concern in her voice. Carlos shook his head, a wide grin spreading across his face as he met her gaze.

“Not at all.” He assured her, his voice filled with genuine excitement. “That was... wow. I don't have words.”

Lola smiled at his response, a sense of pride evident in her eyes as she looked at him.

“You didn't do too bad.” she informed him, her tone teasing yet genuine. “For a first-timer, that was pretty impressive.”

Even though Carlos was accustomed to the adrenaline-fueled world of high speeds and technical driving in Formula 1, the experience of riding on the back of Lola's motorcycle was an entirely different thrill. There was a rawness to it, a sense of vulnerability that heightened his senses and quickened his pulse in a way that he had never experienced before.

Carlos felt an exhilaration unlike any he had felt on the racetrack. There was no protective barrier between him and the rush of the world around him, no safety net to catch him if things went wrong. It was just him, Lola, and the open road stretching out before them. Carlos understood why Lola enjoyed the ride so much. There was something undeniably addictive about the feeling of freedom that came with riding a motorcycle, the sense of liberation that came from leaving the cares of the world behind and embracing the thrill of the unknown.

If anyone had known what he had been up to, Carlos would have found himself in a heap of trouble. Racing on the back of Lola's motorcycle through the winding roads under the cover of darkness was a far cry from the controlled environment of the Formula 1 track. It was a risk he had taken, one fueled by a desire for adventure and a longing to break free from the constraints of his carefully curated public image.

As a professional athlete, Carlos was well aware of the scrutiny that followed his every move. His actions were constantly under the microscope, his reputation carefully managed by a team of publicists and agents. Any deviation from the expected behaviour could result in damaging headlines and consequences that extended far beyond the racetrack.

But in that moment, as he clung to Lola's waist and felt the rush of the wind against his face, Carlos couldn't bring himself to care about the potential repercussions. There was something liberating about throwing caution to the wind and embracing the unknown, something exhilarating about experiencing life in its purest form.

“Maybe on the way back, you can go just a tad faster.” Carlos implored, his voice filled with a hint of excitement as they stood together, gazing out at the twinkling lights of the cityscape below. Lola turned to him with a playful grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Are you sure you can handle it?” She teased, a hint of challenge in her voice. Carlos chuckled, the thrill of their earlier ride still coursing through his veins.

“I think I can manage.” He replied, his tone confident as he met her gaze.

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Taglist: @itsjustkhaos @notyouraveragemochii @heyheyheyggg

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konigschitzo0 · 6 months

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Ghost Motorcycle Headcanons <3

Y’all wanted it and I love you xoxo (Photo @/happy_muz)

Ghost x You 18+

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First things first Ghost rides a Yamaha R1, I literally didn't even have to think about it...

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Due to Ghost's large and extremely muscular body, he is an extremely precise rider always being able to maintain control. Easily swerving away from obstacles; even as he pushes the speeds of his powerful bike past the 150 mark. He would never be so reckless with you on the back but it's comforting to know he can hold his own even at such high speeds.

Ghost rides daily...

Ghost always gives you a long intimate kiss before riding. He puts his hand on your cheek to hold you closer. He does worry about it being your last, but he still craves the high speeds of a motorcycle.

Ghost may wear minimal gear himself. Often just his gloves and helmet. But Ghost makes you wear all the best. "We need to protect that beautiful body baby, I am going to need it." He teases. You roll your eyes, looking at his exposed arms.

Motorcycle Ghosts arms are tatted obviously!!

Ghost lifts you onto his bike. He is gentle with you as his large hands grab your waist and lift you with ease.

Ghost tells you, "It is okay to put your weight on me, I want you to hold onto me. I want you to feel safe." before riding. He's big enough that leaning onto him never affected his braking, he wanted you to hold him anyway. Gripping tightly to his waist when the high-speed turns made you nervous.

Ghost is a serious rider. You know you shouldn't but you grab his bulge often when backpacking him. He feels it, the adrenaline is pumping. But he still keeps complete composure. Sometimes you can even feel him getting harder, all he can do is shift into a higher gear and face ahead. He is using speed to hide the fact he wants to pull over and fuck you onto his bike.

Ghost wants to fuck you on his R1. He thinks about it every day while he shines it and checks the chain. He believes it will show his love for you if he dirties the bike he keeps so flawless. He is too nervous to tell you this fantasy of his.

Ghost never waves or accepts compliments from other girls while with his bike alone. Pretending not to see them. Wishing you were with him instead. He doesn't want you to get your own bike only to always be on his.

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gyuzoh · 1 month

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“UNKNOWN RIDER” JEON WONWOO—°

summary: you ride at late hours of the night through south korea’s biggest city, often accompanied by a male with a deep husky voice, who you’ve never seen the face of. “hey, you dropped your polaroid”

playlist: idfc (blackbear), nvrmnd (soulbysel), 6 in the morning (yvng jin)

warnings: swearing, mentions of smoking/vaping, sex and drugs.

next (coming soon)

prologue.

your long black hair blew in the wind, the cold air brushing against the bare skin of your arms, and the city lights guiding your way through the busy city.

music was blasting from your airpods, the visor of your helmet protecting your eyes drying out from the wind. cruising through the city alone was the most relaxing feeling.

it was as if though you were riding away from all your personal issues, the burden of upholding the family expectations, the stress of failing university, and the immense frustration of your drug dealing boyfriend.

you pull up to a nearby gas station as your fuel ran low, putting down the kickstand and hopping off, you’re shocked by a deep, husky voice. “you gotta dress for the slide, not for the ride.”

turning your head to face the male two meters to your left, you make eye contact with him, taking notice of his monolids that glanced at you up and down. the black shoei helmet of his was equipped, but you had a hunch that without it— this man who was judging you, is drop dead gorgeous.

“i don’t go fast enough to slide,” you respond, removing your gloves, then pulling off your own helmet and placing it on the seat of your yamaha r3.

you open your gas tank, filling it up as the male makes his way toward you, the scent of sandalwood and peaches overwhelm your nostrils, making you scrunch your nose. the unnamed male checking out your ride intensely.

whilst waiting for your fuel to fill, you take your sweet time observing the broad shouldered stranger in front of you, who was clad in all black, a zip-up hoodie worn over what you could tell was protective gear.

“you’re right, not fast enough,” he mutters, looking up at you from observing your bike, “but still better safe than sorry.”

he wasn’t wrong, the outfit you were wearing tonight was not slide safe at all. black tights and a black tight fit cropped tee, but you were in a rush to leave home, wanting to get away from all the toxicity, forgetting to bring even a jumper to protect you from the autumn breeze.

you scan the barcode of the station, paying with your phone, then shutting your gas tank, plopping yourself onto the seat of your bike.

going home wasn’t an option right now, especially not after what you had witnessed just an hour prior.

you held your helmet in your small hands, licking your chapped lips before speaking to the male that towered over you, who was still standing beside you. “you wanna cruise?”

he stares at you intently for a few seconds, then unzips his jacket, throwing it at you and walking to his own bike. kawasaki ninja. he flips the ignition on his bike, signalling for you to do the same.

“you think you can catch up?” he taunts, a smirk finds its way onto your face. you rush to put on his jacket and flip your own ignition on.

“it’s on.”

both you and the stranger speed past the slow moving cars, splitting lanes dangerously. not a word has been said since the two of you left the gas station half an hour ago, but the silence between youse was comforting.

you were constantly behind him, catching up every few minutes, just to be left behind again as he picked up his speed slightly.

your cruise with the stranger ends at daecheon beach, the two of you both equipping your kickstands and unmounting your bikes.

just as previous at the gas station, your remove your helmet, him keeping his on. “you kept up,” he says, a chuckle following suit as he takes a few small steps your way.

you roll your eyes at his teasing, pushing strands of hair that was blowing in the opposite direction out of your face. “only barely, you kept leaving me behind.”

you notice how his eyes crinkled as he smiled, how thick his well kept brows were, and how tall his nose is. you wanted a peek at this strangers face, and you wanted it now.

your slim fingers reach out, grazing against the clasp of his helmet, your eyes noticing that his were half-lidded, his lashes short. “can i?”

the taller figure nods his head, leaning down slightly with his head lowered for you, ready for you to remove the expensive head gear. his large hands held onto your waist, pulling your slim body closer to his. the smell of peaches once again entering your nose.

as you’re about to lift his helmet off his head, the ringing of your phone splits through the silence, pulling the two of you apart from one another, snapping you back to reality. your rummage your belt bag for your phone, glancing at the screen.

shit, it’s already past midnight. the contact name read your boyfriends name, min yoongi.

you struggle to remove your gloves, sliding your finger delicately across the screen, answering the phone call. “where are you?”

the anger in his tone was evident, and the way he asked sent a chill down your spine, though maybe it was the fact you were underdressed for the weather.

“i’m at daecheon,” you answer, your hand making its way to your lips, perfect whites now gnawing at your nails in anxiousness, “with jennie.”

you didn’t know why you lied, you could’ve just said you were alone, but for some reason you felt as if though you needed to keep this spontaneous cruise with the stranger who stood before you, a secret.

“you have an hour, i need you to do a drop for me.”

the call ends abruptly, and you pull the phone away from your ear, watching the screen of your device turn black. you lift your head up to notice the stranger getting back on his bike, kicking the stand up and revving his engine.

it was late, and yoongi’s was a 45 minute ride, so you needed to leave now. but, you enjoyed this man’s presence, his mysterious allure.

you call out to him, “can i meet you tomorrow?”, the boy looks at you intently for the second time tonight, evidently thinking.

he replies, “11pm, here.” his large hands push down the visor of his helmet and he speeds off into the dimly lit streets of the city.

leaving you with his hoodie, and a polaroid hidden deep in its pocket.

#jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #kim mingyu #mingyu #seventeen #yoongi #bts suga #jennie #jennie kim

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konigschitzo · 6 months

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Ghost Motorcycle Headcanons <3 (Reuploaded)

Y’all wanted it and I love you xoxo (Photo @/happy_muz)

Ghost x You 1

First things first Ghost rides a Yamaha R1, I literally didn't even have to think about it...

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Ghost rides daily...

Motorcycle Ghosts arms are tatted obviously!!

Ghost lifts you onto his bike. He is gentle with you as his large hands grab your waist and lift you with ease.

#ghost fanfiction #call of duty au #call of duty ghost #ghost x you #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #call of duty headcanons #motorcycle fanfiction

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boanerges20 · 3 months

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Jarno Saarinen

#motorcycle #jarno saarinen #motolegends #wgp #yamaha #gear #leather jumpsuit #equipment #protection #gloves #sport bike #racing #motorsports #ride hard or go home #built for speed #experience speed #classic motorcycle #moto love #lifestyle

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indonesiancrush · 1 year

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YAMAHA GEAR 125 TERBUKTI HANDAL DIGUNAKAN DI SEGALA MEDAN

Di tengah kesibukan yang padat, anak muda masa kini membutuhkan alat transportasi yang fleksibel dengan banyak fitur yang menunjang aktifitas mereka. Seperti yang diungkapkan Muhammad Ganifianto, salah satu konsumen Yamaha dari Kota Semarang. Sebagai mahasiswa di salah satu perguruan tinggi di Kota Solo, Gani panggilan akrab-nya memilih Yamaha Gear 125 untuk teman beraktivitas dan saat ingin…

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#125 #Gear #Riding #Yamaha

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trivialbob · 8 months

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One of our motorcycles is a big scooter. The Suzuki has a low center of gravity and a huge storage area under the seat, things my Yamaha do not have. It doesn't require shifting gears. Gas mileage is about triple that of my truck. Parking it is much easier too. The scooter is ideal for running errands around town, though my wife rode it from Minneapolis to Fergus Falls and back (~190 miles each way) one week several summers ago.

Some people give me nice looks when I drive it places that don't usually see motorcycles. Last weekend our city had a recycling event where we could drop off electronics and chemicals, to keep them out of landfills. I brought in two dead laptops and an old cell phone. I had the only two-wheeled vehicle in the line of cars and trucks waiting to unload. I got smiles and thumbs-up from a few people. One woman mildly flirted with me. "Nice ride! Will you take a passenger?"

Today Sheila asked me to get some chorizo from a mercado one city over from us. The store's parking lot is tiny and usually crowded. This mission was more suited for the Suzuki instead of my F-150.

Two guys in the parking lot smiled when I parked next to their car. Maybe they were laughing at me? On my way home I got a cheeseburger at a Culver's drive thru. An employee bringing an order out to someone else detoured past me to say hello. Another employee who brought out my order nicely told me not to rush when I had to get off the scooter to open the seat storage.

It's fun to ride. There are only a few weeks left though before I have to winterize and park it before it gets too cold or snowy to ride.

#I put matching Aussie stickers on the Yamaha and the Suzuki #Burgman 650

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bebzbrainw0rmz · 27 days

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*pokes you in the eyes in a very nice and kind way.* Person that made you plushie god here. (Can I have my children back? You stole dem, gimmy em back ples.) Ur pav biker au thingy I am hyperfictioning on it too much, ty for making me get the sillies from dat. Biker pav awsom. ANND BIKER LEVI ALSO IS COOL, I couldn't leave out my soggy dog core buddy.

Owwwe …… my eye

ALSO HI UM…… using this as an excuse to infodump about my biker au…………. I’m a slight nerd abt motorbikes and It’s pavlevi centred so it’s mostly about them

Levi

- Ok realistically he’d have an A1 licence due to being 18 in Europe which restricts the bikes you can ride which is LAMEEEE!!

- In Czech you have to be 24 to get an A licence, meaning you can ride whatever. But idk that feels like too much of an age jump when everyone else is the same age

- Most other places make it so you have to be 21, so I’ll just use that instead. Levi can be 21 in this au

- I mean honestly I could just get rid of the motorcycle licence tier thing all together

- It’s a modern au but cmonnnn Funger universe does not give a fuck about its youth… but eh it’s whatever

- Prefers bikes around 600-800 cc. Fast !! But not exactly death wish fast…….. I mean kinda but still

- He just likes being able to accelerate fast, he doesn’t speed too much

- The top speed he’ll go is 150-170 km/h but Pav coaxes him in races to go faster

- The type of biker that prefers to go on long drives for hourssssss

- He just likes to go on rides to clear his head :3

- Id say he’d have a Yamaha XJ900 Diversion. But I did think of a Yamaha XJ6 Diversion F too

- either way, a Yamaha fan

- I’m going with the XJ900 tho… but hey, maybe it was his first bike, got an older model for cheap and then after a while of dating Pav he got a XJ6 after persistent bugging to get a faster bike

- XJ6 is still comfy for long rides but lighter and faster… more sporty than touring (They are both sport touring bikes)

- I mean XJ6 is only like 10 km/h faster so still staying with the XJ900

- Coz the XJ900 is FAST, 900cc, a very all around good bike. XJ6 is 600cc but faster due to being lighter and more built for speed.

- And realistically he’d only have the XJ900 bc bro cannot afford 2 bikes!

- He is not made out of money and he is not selling his XJ900 !!!! it’s sentimental !!!!

- got sent to military school as a kid by his bitch ass father, so he’s a little fucked up still

- Lived in a community housing place for a while after military school as he found out his mother died and refused to move back in with his dad

- Lives in a small apartment building now

- It’s really small and Pav keeps coming over for long periods so he’s thinking of moving into a bigger place for the both of them

- Has definitely dabbled into drugs(heroin mainly) before but trying to get clean… the long rides help clear his head

- Works at a gun/hunting shop owned by August

Pav

- All his bikes are 1000cc or more bc he’s actually crazy

- Ofc only owns sport bikes, gives them all names too

- While he does go through a lot of bikes, because he crashes all the time and somehow never gets severely hurt, his go-tos are Honda or Kawasaki bikes

- His favourite and longest owned bike is the Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10R… because she was the fastest Pav owned and he has a death wish

- He named her виктория (viktoria)

- She got into a crash so she’s been sitting in Abella’s shop while Pav saves up to fix her

- Takes his side mirrors off to lane split better

- Was a squid before Levi came around (squids are people who don’t wear protective gear) but still only wears heavy protective wear on night rides when he goes super fast

- During these night rides he so takes his license plate off lmaoooo

- Averages 200-300 km/h on the rides 💀

- Does a lotta bike tricks for fun too

- Served in the military for almost a decade and a half before having to retire for an unknown reason but still getting paid (ooooo mysterious)

- Does odd jobs here and there for extra cash

- But um don’t ask where he gets all the money for his bikes !!!!! He’s super cheap in every other aspect of his life

- He’s milking randoms for their money for alcohol, food, fuel, etc lollll

- Pav has gotten kicked out of apartments a few times in which he would sleep on Daan’s couch at his bar

- the type to stare down cops and purposely speed in front of them so they chase him, always leaves them in the dust bc he drives like a maniac

- Got caught once because he didn’t realise a cop was following him and he stopped for gas

- Got out of the speeding charge by giving the cop a blowjob bc I think that’s hilarious

- Anything to get outta spending money ig 🔥🔥🔥

- All his bikes struggle to not go over the speed limit so he has to backpack Levi when cruising around town

- Pav complains abt Levi being slow and Levi tells him to shut up lol

- purposely makes his exhausts louder than necessary because he’s definitely compensating for something

Daan

- owns a bar that motorcycle gangs frequent a ton

- It’s not even branded as a biker bar, nor is he a biker, it just naturally became one bc Daan doesn’t give a fuck about appearances and treats everyone the same

- Pav flirts with him constantly purely to try and get free drinks. Daan knows this and ignores him

- Marcoh works as the bouncer there (also a biker)

Abella

- local mechanic !!!! Pav’s go to when he can’t fix his bikes himself

- Pav will drop a completely totalled bike in her workshop and tell her to fix it and Abella will tell him to get the fuck out of her shop

- She also rides a motorcycle, I’m thinking a dirt bike of some kind?

- Definitely owns atleast a few different motorbikes though

- She’s an off road girlie at heart

Karin

- Pav smashed her side window clean off in a drive by after she didn’t let him pass her the road so she’s been trying to track him down for a while now

- just wanted to say her road rage is fucking terrible, you are scared for yours and other people’s lives if she’s behind the wheel

- still a journalist, still has anger issues

O’saa

- Owns an occult shop and rips people off with stupid card readings

- magic and stuff still exists btw, albeit heavily faded, he just overprices everything

- Marina works at the shop

- O’saa hardly even runs the shop tbh, it’s mainly Marina doing it

- He’s off doing fuck knows what

Other thoughts;

Pav has a really good poker face. And Levi is autistic so he just believes everything he says, not a single shred of doubt… and Pav is like… in awe……. He knows he’s good at lying but he’s just… Confused at how fast Levi believes him.

“Can I have a 20, I ran out of money and I need gas, I’ll pay you back.”

“ok”

“…….. this is the 6th time I’ve said that.”

“You said you’ll pay me back”

Pav feels guilty for the first time in his life so he actually does pay Levi back

Pav going on and on abt how much he hates cops (he got a speeding fine) and Daan is getting sick of it so he pulls out a photo of Pav in the military. Pav turns his head and refuses to look at it. He is like totally silent and Daan keeps on trying to get him to look at it and he just turns away more and more… Don’t ask how Daan has that photo

This is how Levi finds out Pav was in the military because Pav never says anything ever abt his life

ANYWAY THERES MORE BUT I FEEL LIKE I LOOK CRAZY RANTING ABT THIS AU SO ILL STOP

#ask #biker au #never give me an opportunity to yap istfg

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