#The Iconic Leather Motorcycle Jacket

[freshthoughts2020]

[vintage-tigre]

[youcantf1ndher]

it's 4am

and my mind is racing at the thought of you.

[windburnedeyes]

10 Best Leather Motorcycle Jackets: Enhance Your Ride with Style and Safety

When it comes to riding, few things blend fashion and function as seamlessly as a leather motorcycle jacket. It doesn’t matter what you ride or if you’re looking for a cafe racer jacket, cruiser jacket, sportbike jacket, or something else, leather is the way to go. I’ve put together a list of the 10 best leather jackets out there. Continue reading 10 Best Leather Motorcycle Jackets: Enhance Your…

[leathercollectionus]

Red Bull Biker Jacket

Red Bull Biker Jacket with super safety and upgraded comfort features to keep the rider safe and comfortable without compromising dexterity, designed from Brad Binder KTM 2023 MotoGP race suit.

Red Bull Biker Jacket

[a-love-poet-at-heart]

Someone: oh your new glasses kinda look like jim steinmans if they werent sunglasses!

Me: who didnt even realize that and who purposefully based her whole wardrobe off of "jim steinman but a woman"

[goodoldbandit]

The Iconic Givenchy Motorcycle Jacket: A Masterpiece of Luxury Fashion

The Givenchy Motorcycle Jacket is a true masterpiece! Combining luxury materials, impeccable craftsmanship, and high-fashion flair, this is an investment piece that will never go out of style. Every detail of this jacket makes it a coveted statement in an

Good Old Bandit https://gob.stayingalive.in/revving-up-knowledge-unveil/the-iconic-givenchy-motorcy.html Discover the luxury of the Givenchy Motorcycle Jacket, an iconic piece that combines high fashion with timeless craftsmanship, redefining style at $9,100. The Givenchy Motorcycle Jacket: A Symbol of Opulence The Givenchy Hooded Biker Jacket, launched in 2016, took the fashion world by…

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

In the Middle of the Night || Tom Blyth x gf!reader

Summary: Tom picks you up in his motorcycle for the first time and he takes you out on a midnight drive around nyc.

Warnings: tom smoking

Wc: 372

A/n: I feel like not enough people talk about the fact that Tom literally rides a MOTORCYLE!?!?!?!? like HELLO? And I thought he couldn’t get even more hotter 😦 ALSO I was listening to this song while I was writing it and thought it def fit the vibes

Tom Blyth masterlist

Divider by @pommecita

The night in downtown Brooklyn was alive with the rhythmic pulse of city lights and the murmur of laughter drifting from lively bars. You had just finished dinner with a few of your girlfriends, the evening filled good company and shared stories.

As you stepped out of the restaurant, the cool night air embraced you, sending goosebumps up your legs and arms. To your surprise, there he was, Tom, leaning against his sleek motorcycle with a cigarette hanging casually from his lips.

His dark hair tousled by the breeze, and the dim glow of the streetlights casting a mysterious aura around him. You couldn't help but smirk; the unexpected sight of him and his motorcycle sent a thrill through your veins.

Tom flicked his cigarette to the ground and crushed it beneath his boot as he greeted you with a lopsided grin. "Fancy a ride, love?" You look down at your phone briefly, wondering if he called or texted you.

You look back up to him with a mixture of surprise and excitement. "On that?" you pointed to his motorcycle that he had gotten just a few days prior, a sleep black beauty that glistened under the city lights.

He chuckled, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief. "Why not? It's a perfect night for it," His eyes drop to you legs, you were clad in a short skirt. With a thoughtful gesture, he wrapped his leather jacket around your hips, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"There you go, much better," he remarked, securing the jacket snugly around you. His hands lingered for a moment before he reached for a helmet, placing it gently on your head. The cool metal pressed against your skin, a protective embrace before the ride ahead.

Straddling the motorcycle, Tom looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes. "Ready for a ride, babe?" You couldn't suppress the grin that tugged at your lips. "Always."

With your hand on Tom's shoulder to stabilise yourself, you mounted the motorcycle, your arms finding their placed around your boyfriend's toned waist. The vibration from the engine hummed beneath you as he revved it to life.

As you maneuvered through the streets of Brooklyn, the wind danced around you, whipping through your hair. The cityscape blurred into a mesmerizing tapestry of lights and shadows. Tom navigated the bustling streets with a skillful precision, the growl of the engine harmonizing with the city's nocturnal symphony.

The world felt alive as you clung to him, the energy of the night infusing every passing moment. The scent of the city, a mix of street food and distant ocean breeze, filled the air. You nestled into the leather jacket, reveling in the closeness and the thrill of the ride. Tom's laughter merged with the wind as you sped through Brooklyn's iconic neighborhoods.

[reaper2187]

Jade west x masc female reader

The sky above Hollywood Arts was a perfect blue, its clarity interrupted only by the occasional wispy cloud drifting lazily by. The iconic school of performing arts buzzed with its usual electric energy, a tapestry of creativity and ambition woven together by the eclectic student body.

Y/N walked through the main entrance, her combat boots thudding softly against the polished floor. She adjusted her leather jacket, glancing around the hallway filled with colorful lockers and bulletin boards plastered with show announcements and club flyers. Her short hair was artfully tousled, and her strong, confident stride drew a few curious looks from her classmates. But Y/N was used to it. She knew her butch style stood out in a sea of trendy fashionistas and aspiring stars, and she embraced it.

Her eyes scanned the hall for a familiar face. She spotted her friends by the lockers, deep in conversation. But it wasn’t them she was looking for. It was Jade West. The girl with the raven hair and piercing eyes who had a way of making Y/N's heart race and her palms sweat.

Y/N found Jade by her locker, her usual scowl in place as she fiddled with the combination lock. Jade's dark, enigmatic aura was what had drawn Y/N to her in the first place. There was something magnetic about her intensity, her refusal to conform to anyone's expectations.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N walked over, trying to ignore the fluttering in her stomach. "Hey, Jade."

Jade looked up, her expression shifting from annoyance to mild curiosity. "Y/N. What's up?"

"Not much. Just wanted to see if you’re free after school. I was thinking we could hang out."

Jade raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Hang out? With you?"

Y/N chuckled, used to Jade's sharp tongue. "Yeah, with me. Unless you’ve got better plans."

Jade closed her locker with a metallic clang. "Actually, I don’t. What did you have in mind?"

"I thought we could head over to Nozu, maybe grab some sushi and chill for a bit. Then, if you're up for it, there's this indie band playing at the Black Box later. They’re pretty good."

Jade's eyes lit up slightly at the mention of the Black Box, a small, underground venue known for showcasing raw, edgy talent. "That doesn’t sound terrible."

Y/N grinned. "Glad to hear it. Meet you by the front entrance after class?"

Jade gave a curt nod. "Sure. See you then."

The rest of the day passed in a blur of classes and rehearsals. Y/N found it hard to concentrate, her thoughts constantly drifting back to her upcoming date—if she could call it that—with Jade. When the final bell rang, she grabbed her backpack and headed to the front entrance, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves.

Jade was already there, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. She looked effortlessly cool in her signature black attire, her hair falling in perfect waves around her shoulders.

"Ready to go?" Y/N asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Ready," Jade replied, pushing off the wall and falling into step beside Y/N as they walked towards Y/N's motorcycle.

"You okay with riding this?" Y/N asked, patting the sleek, black bike.

Jade's eyes gleamed with interest. "Definitely."

Y/N handed Jade a spare helmet and mounted the bike, feeling a thrill of adrenaline as Jade climbed on behind her. Jade's arms wrapped around Y/N's waist, sending a warm shiver down her spine.

They sped through the streets of Hollywood, the wind whipping past them as they made their way to Nozu. The ride was exhilarating, a perfect start to their evening together. When they arrived, they found a quiet corner booth and ordered a variety of sushi rolls, the conversation flowing surprisingly easily.

Y/N found herself laughing at Jade's dry wit and sharp observations, and Jade seemed to relax, her usual defensive demeanor softening. As they finished their meal, Jade leaned back in her seat, a rare smile playing on her lips.

"Not bad, Y/N. Not bad at all."

Y/N chuckled. "Glad you approve. Ready for the next part of our adventure?"

Jade's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Lead the way."

They made their way to the Black Box, the small venue already buzzing with energy. The dim lighting and graffiti-covered walls gave the place an edgy, underground vibe. Y/N led Jade to a spot near the stage, the close proximity to the performers adding to the thrill.

The band started their set, their raw, powerful music filling the space. Y/N glanced at Jade, who was completely absorbed in the music, her eyes closed and a content smile on her face. Seeing Jade so at ease made Y/N's heart swell with affection.

As the night wore on, the music grew louder, the crowd more animated. Y/N felt a rush of happiness being there with Jade, sharing something they both loved. When the final song ended and the applause died down, Y/N turned to Jade, her voice almost lost in the cacophony of departing concert-goers.

"So, what did you think?"

Jade opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto Y/N's. "I think tonight was… amazing. Thanks for inviting me."

Y/N smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Anytime, Jade. Anytime."

They left the venue and headed back to Y/N's bike, the night air cool against their skin. As they rode back towards Hollywood Arts, Y/N felt a sense of contentment she hadn't felt in a long time. She parked the bike and turned to Jade, who was removing her helmet.

"Hey, Jade?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you want to do this again sometime?"

Jade smirked, her eyes softening. "I'd like that."

Y/N's heart soared as she watched Jade walk away, her confident stride as captivating as ever. She knew their relationship wouldn't be easy—Jade was complicated, fierce, and often difficult. But Y/N was ready for the challenge. Because underneath all that, she saw the real Jade: passionate, loyal, and capable of great love.

And Y/N was determined to be the one Jade let in.

[marlequinncos]

Cosplay Build Guide: Marko's Jacket from The Lost Boys (1987)

I am a lover of the horror genre; horror movies, books, games, you name it! And one of my favorite horror movies is the 1987 classic “The Lost Boys”, which focuses on a gang of motorcycle-riding vampires in the fictional California town of Santa Carla. I'm also a big fan of thrifting and modifying items for cosplay. I decided to combine those two things and make a garment that has lived rent-free in my head since I first saw the film: the colorful patchwork jacket worn by the vampire Marko.

I'm going to walk you through how I made Marko's jacket, breaking down the different parts that comprise the garment.

Marko’s outfit is made up of several components: a white cropped tank top, light wash denim jeans, leather chaps, custom painted leather moto boots, fingerless motorcycle gloves, a black skull earring, and of course, that iconic and extremely loud jacket. 

All four titular vampires have a signature jacket they wear in the movie, and Marko’s is by far the most elaborate and distinctive. It consists of three main parts: the base jacket, the Italian tapestries, and the patches. Because of the nature of this build, I had to do a ton of intensive research to determine the individual and highly specific parts of the jacket. My main references were photos from movie memorabilia auction sites whenever one of the original jackets went up for sale, since they photograph the jacket from all angles.

Part 1: The Base Jacket

Marko’s base jacket is, according to my research, a men’s black Levi’s denim jacket in a size 40, which I believe translates to a medium. Now, I’m a petite woman (5’3”, athletic but slim), so I knew that the exact jacket would be too big for my frame. Instead, I found a men’s black denim jacket in an extra small; it's very similar in style to the original, but a little better proportioned for me. It's still very much oversized though. The first things I did were remove the buttons and pockets, and I cut off the hem of the jacket and the sleeve cuffs. Then I tossed the jacket in the washing machine to fray the edges. 

Part 2: The Tapestries

The hardest part of the jacket by far was finding the tapestries, for two reasons. The first is that the tapestries were all from the 1960’s and 1970’s, meaning I had to scour vintage stores and websites to find the right ones. The second is the variation. Six jackets were made for each Lost Boy in the movie; this is standard for a film, since some jackets would be used for closeups (the”hero” jackets) while others were used for stunts, and a few even have intentional holes in them for harness rigging. Because of that and the thrifted nature of the jacket, the Marko jackets for the film all differ slightly in the placement of the tapestries and patches.

There are five tapestries in total. Three are velvet: the matador, the peacock, and the leopard with the messed up face. These are impossible to dupe via Spoonflower or Contrado (custom fabric printing websites) due to the fact that these three are essentially small rugs. The other two, chariot lady and cat lady, are dupable via Spoonflower or Contrado printing since they aren’t the same fabric as the others.

The two pin-up tapestries are nearly impossible to find, more so than the velvet ones. In my months of searching, I never found either pin-up tapestry, so I had them printed by Contrado, along with the collar trim.

If you go searching for the velvet tapestries, you'll notice that there are several different versions of each one, with slight changes in color and placement of things in the art. How accurate you want to be is up to you. My peacock and matador are accurate to the tapestries on one of the stunt jackets, whereas my leopard is the correct color but wrong direction. That's doesn't bother me much, personally, especially since the leopard is the hardest of the velvet tapestries to find by far.

Once the tapestries were acquired, I measured different sections based on the dimensions of the jacket, mapped it out using washi tape on the tapestries, and then cut them all out. There was a decent amount of math involved here, specifically regarding scaling the sections of tapestry down by a few inches since my jacket is smaller than the original. I then arranged them all onto the denim jacket and pinned them in place before hand sewing them (yes, you read that right; I hand sewed this whole thing) on in the correct overlap. I also added the rhinestones to the cat lady.

I recommend using embroidery needles and upholstery thread to attach the tapestries to the jacket, due to the thickness and the weight. I also sewed along the designs in the tapestries themselves to better hide the stitching within the image.

Part 3: The Patches

Marko’s jacket has a total of 26 different patches on it, most of which are motorcycle or punk themed. For these, I found a seller on Etsy who makes 24 of them, and I used Contrado to print the remaining two (the anarchy symbol and the large skull) on canvas and added the stitching. You could thrift and find the patches as well, but here's the thing: while some of these patches are pretty easy to find, others seem to be nonexistent, to the point that I wonder if some were made exclusively for the movie. That's why I went and purchased my patches instead of hunting them down. My personal favorite is the “Screw U” one. One fun fact about the patches is that the large winged skull on the back is a leftover from the movie “The Warriors”.

I once again hand sewed these all on as per the references from the movie. You might think that ironing the patches on is an easier method, but there's a few reasons why that won't work: 1) the patches in the movie are sewn on; if you zoom in, you can see the stitching 2) I'm not sure the patches would even adhere to the velvet and velour of the tapestries and 3) if you decide you don't like the placement of a patch that you sewed on, you can just seam rip the stitching and adjust it, which you can't really do as cleanly with an ironed-on patch.

Part 4: The Tassels

The tassels on the jacket’s shoulder are not tassels at all; they’re squid skirts (a type of fishing lure), which is something I never knew existed until I started researching for this build. For these, I found a fishing tackle website that had the closest match to the colors I needed, a blue-grey/orange and a yellow/green. Both squids also have glitter and little eyes painted on.

Part 5: Weathering and Finishing Touches

Lastly, I weathered the jacket to give it that lived-in look. For the dirt/dust on the patches, I used powder eyeshadow. I also picked at the edges of the tapestries to fray them a bit. And to make the patches less stiff, I just broke the jacket in by wearing it around my house. The great thing about this jacket is that the more I wear it and the more it weathers, the better it'll look.

FAQ

How heavy and warm is the jacket?

The jacket is made of denim and rugs, so its pretty warm and heavy. It honestly feels like wearing a weighted blanket, which is a nice bonus if you're anxiety made flesh like I am. It makes a lot of sense for the jacket to be on the heavier side, because if you’ve been to Northern California, you know how cold it can get on the coast, especially at night (not sure if vampires can feel cold, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

How long did it take you to make the jacket?

I don’t time my cosplay builds, but I can guess based on the amount of TV/movies/podcasts/playlists consumed as I was working on it. I'm also pretty fast when it comes to hand sewing. By my estimation, the jacket took me about 45-50 hours of work, and that’s not counting the time I spent searching for the tapestries.

Can you make me one?

Sorry friend, I don't take commissions. Even if I did, there's no guarantee I could find the exact tapestries again. I appreciate the interest though!

One of the most useful resources for making this jacket is the Replica Prop Forum! There's a ton of information there, as well as discussions and troubleshooting about the construction of the jacket.

I hope you enjoyed this walkthrough of Marko's jacket! This was a fun build and I'm really proud of the finished product. I'm going to make the rest of Marko's outfit + wig to complete the cosplay, so stay tuned for that!

If you have any other questions, feel free to plop them in my inbox! In addition to tumblr, you can also find my cosplay work on instagram and bluesky @/marlequinncos

[justshahrukhkhan]

90's SRK Fashion Poll

Ah, the 90's! The big suits, the prints, the...um...questionable fashion choices! When I'm watching a 90's SRK movie I spend half my time thinking "What the hell is he wearing??"

These are a few of the most iconic, in my opinion. The Oversize Motorcycle Jacket obviously appears in a few films. And talking about iconic looks from the 90's, I couldn't leave out Darr...😏

Have a different fashion choice? Leave it in the tags!

Happy voting!

[oliveroctavius]

I got this ask on main but thought I'd pick it up here, my comics history/fashion ramble blog. I'd been wondering this exact same thing recently, and Google initially wasn't much help—Rocketeer replica jackets describe themselves only as "Rocketeer jackets" and the one Lobster Johnson cosplay thread just suggested ordering one of those.

The most curious part is the double seam and horizonal row of buttons that mark out the entire front as possibly being an unbuttonable "bib", like a plastron front. (Please don't ask how late in the game I worked out that "plastron" is the right word for that.)

The closest genuine Golden Age example of a plastron jacket I found was the military tunic style uniform of Blackhawk, created in 1941.

(Pics from the '52 movie serial (right) really show how awkward it is to combine open lapels + plastron. On a double breasted coat, that chest panel IS the bottom lapel, folded shut.)

Here's the thing: This outfit mirrors that of the Nazi ace pilot he fights in the origin issue, von Tepp (middle). And compare further to the far right: real life WWI flying ace Manfred von Richthofen, AKA the Red Baron, in imperial German Uhlan (lance cavalry) uniform.

"The Germans had designed such great costumes, we decided to use them ourselves," co-creator Cuidera is quoted as saying in Steranko's History of Comics, which (more dubiously, in my opinion) compares the look to the Gestapo or SS. Breeches or jodhpurs weren't strictly a Nazi thing at the time, but they do add to the overall effect.

Compare two other military tunic themed costumes from 1940, on Captain Marvel and Bucky Barnes. These are asymmetrically buttoned, and switch to a more classic circus strongman look below the waist.

But somewhere around 1975, with the Invaders book, Bucky gets a buttoned bib! There's something infectious about it—the symmetry, maybe. (Even re: the characters we started with; Mignola didn't draw Lobster Johnson with buttons down the right side, but every artist after does. And Spider-Noir wore a sweater under his coat until Shattered Dimensions introduced the double-breasted vest.)

If it didn't reach his belt, Barnes' button-on front + shirt collar combo would resemble a bib-front western shirt, like the one that became the Rawhide Kid's signature look in '56. (Or Texas Twister's in '76.)

This shirt entered the old-West-obsessed public imagination in the 1940s/50s largely because John Wayne wore it in several cowboy movies. In reality it was rare among cowboys, more common with firefighters and civil war era militia.

Military tunics, Western shirts, alright, but does anything match the style and material and era, or are these jackets a total anachronism? I tried looking into 1930s leather flight jackets and was surprised when the closest-looking results were marked as Luftwaffe.

It took me a bit to work out why: USAF and RAF issued standard flight jackets with a center closure. The Luftwaffe instead let their pilots buy non-standardized ones. The 'weird' double-breasted black German flight jackets were in fact fairly normal (but repurposed) motorcycle racing jackets.

Far left is an English biker's jacket that dates back to the 1920s. Even without the bib, this may be as close as you'll get to an authentic Rocketeer. The jodhpurs were pretty common to complete the look. (What was an early motorcycle anyways, if not a weird metal horse?) The first biker jacket with the now iconic off-center diagonal zip was designed in America in 1928 and yet as far as I can tell, not a single actual pre-war pulp hero wore one.

The greatest weakness of this post is that I haven't been able to find any of these artists' notes on how, exactly, they arrived at similar versions of this iconic Pulp Front Panel Jacket. I'm sure I've missed some things. But as far as I can tell, this jacket is an odd bit of convergent stylistic evolution from the above influences that's picked up enough momentum to now be self-perpetuating.

The problem with pulp heroes is that for the most part, they just wore clothes. The appeal of this jacket is actually very similar to what the 1940s thought the appeal of the bib-front shirt in westerns was: It's alien enough to feel "old". It looks like something invented before zippers or synthetic fabrics. It looks formal and militant but also renegade, rebellious. It also looks a little mad-sciencey*. It's a costume, but you can nearly fool yourself into thinking the past was weird enough that you could find something this cool on the rack.

If I wanted to end on some grand point, I could try to argue that there's a thematic throughline between fascist fashion, John Wayne movies, and throwback pulp. A manufactured aesthetic valorizing the violence of a fictional golden age... but I think the noir stylings of the post-Rocketeer comics in this lineup mean that, at least on some level, they know the "good guys" didn't dress like this.

*If I had another couple weeks of time to burn, I'd try to trace the visual history of the Howie coat in popular culture and investigate its possible connections to this. Alas, I do actually have a life.

[cecexoxo]

Battinson inspired outfits - Gender Neutral (subtle cosplay)

This outfit is pretty easy to recreate. You might have some of these piece in your closet or you might find them at any thrift store. It's a black shirt with either a plain black t-shirt or an old band t-shirt underneath, black jeans of any kind (depends on your style) and black sneakers or boots.

The drifter look! Here you don't have to get the exact colors you can go for an all black fit if you want (everything looks black in the movie tbh). All you need for this outfit is a bomber jacket, flannel, hoodie with fur or fleece on the inside, neck warmer, cap and some work boots or motorcycle boots. Smudged eyeliner or eyeshadow is a plus!

This one is a bit fancier but you could probs find some of these pieces in thrift stores. You need a black trench coat, black suit, white dress shirt, tie, and some loafers or dress shoes. You can mess with elements of this outfit to make them suit your vibe better.

Ok so this outfit is for those of you who want to feel like Batman all the time (aka me tbh). You need a long leather coat (can be found in thrift stores but might be a bit hard to find), leather pants or motorcycle leather pants, thigh bag and chunky boots with metal detailing to make that iconic Batman walking sound from the movie lol.

Last fit to achieve that wetcat look Bruce has in the breakfast scene! Black band tee (the older the better), black jeans and really old converse. Oh yeah don't forget the glasses cause you're a bat.

[coleskingdom]

Sunday Drive

Jay White X F Reader

Minors DNI NSFW

As always pure fiction for @midwestmade29

@madhatterbri

Gif by @midwestmade29

Stepping outside the warm spring evening I smiled as I watched Jay pull up in the driveway. “Get in” he leaned a cross the passenger seat and opened the door. I slid in to the passenger seat, looking over at him in his black leather jacket, and aviators. “ Hey handsome, where are we going?” seeing a packed bag, in the back seat. “ Everywhere and Nowhere but it’s all up to you”backing out of the driveway . “ I’m going to ask you a series of questions, don’t think just answer.” I nod my head trying to figure out what his plan is.

“North or South” turning his head to look at me, “South, I guess” unsure of where this was going “ Highway or backroads” , “Back Roads” he smiled at the answer. “ Last one for now, Stones or Black Rebel Motorcycle Club”, “ You should know the answer to this one.” He hit a button and I smiled as Black Rebel began playing. “ There’s something about you, this car and that band .” his laugh making me smile. “So I’m a cliche, I like a muscle car, a very hot guy, and a rock n roll band” my hand on his thigh. “There’s something a little reckless and iconic about it.” moving my hand up just a little. He smiled glancing at me “Sweet girl remember who you’re playing with.” a rush of warmth running through my body at the tone in his voice.

“She wants your edge

She wants your kiss

She wants to get inside your head and tell it like it is

You want it badly

You want it so completele

I want to feel something more 'cause I can't fuckin' breathe”

My fingers run up and down his thigh, and over the growing bulge in his pants. I lean over and blow behind his ear. “Damn it, you’re gonna be the death of me.” his grip tightened on the steering wheel as he maneuvers the car in time with the music and the curves of the road. The loud guitars and engine synced in time. “ Left or Right”, “Right “ I said wondering what his end game was. He turned a series of rights that had us on an overlook, with the sunsetting over the lake. “ It’s beautiful here. “ taking in the vast view of the pinks and purples as the sun lowered its self into the horizon. “It is isn’t it,but I’m not talking about the sunset.” moving his seat back, just before he pulled me across into his lap bunching the sundress around my hips.

“Jay, what are we doing here?” his hands toying with the straps of the dress. “Whatever you want? Seemed like you had an idea in mind. So tell me, what do you want.” his eyes intensely focused on mine. A thrill ran up my spine, “ Kiss me” his mouth was on mine, his kiss was dominating, I might be leading but he was still in control. He bucked his hips in to me making me whimper. He started kissing down my jaw and neck as I grind against his lap, the feeling of his jeans through my panties providing friction on my clit was addictive. “ Put my hands where you want them “ his words playing in my ear . I moved them to my breasts. He pulled the straps down, as his hands began to tease them, pinching and rolling them between his well practiced fingers. I moaned out his name and tried to bury my head in his shoulder.

“Sweetheart, look at me, show me, tell me what you want?” this time the kiss was desperate. “Please Jay, i need you.” I fumbled with the button of his jeans, bringing out his hard length. Jays hands moved under my dress pulling my panties to the side, his fingers teasing me before positioning me over him. “So ready so wet so needy for me?” teasing me with just the tip . We both moaned at the sensation. “Yes, fuck yes.” Kissing him, as he pushed inside of me. “My girl taking me so well, so deep, riding me. Your pussy feels like heaven, squeezing around me.” his hands guiding my hips setting the pace“ Jay, I need more” I begged, he moved a hand between us finding my clit as his other stayed as the guide on my hip. His mouth went to my neck biting, sucking then kissing his favorite spot. “ What do you need?” he asked as the pressure built, no longer able to deny the orgasm that I’d been denying his thrusts beginning to break his controlled rhythm, “ Jay please” his fingers rubbing providing the last little bit of friction that I needed. I came hard around him, bring him with me as I felt his release our eyes never leaving each others . . He slowly let me come down, his touches soft, a tenderness to his kisses holding me close to him.

“ What was your original plan?” My breathing returning to normal. “ I didn’t have one. It was all up to you.” his hands rubbing my back. “ However, I have a blanket, and a cooler in the trunk. Let’s stay here a little while longer.”

[lyramundana]

Since @whatudowhennooneseesyou wants more and I’m a people pleaser, here’s another version, again based on another convo we had. 

This time is about my man, the icon, love of my life and the only person that makes me want to have children. His children only. My bias and the reason I got into Stray Kids. 

Christopher Bang

Now here’s the thing:

This man is a fuckboy. That much it’s obvious. Just look at his interactions with Stay and his messages on bubble. Not to mention he’s an aussie (and a former eshay) this men are the definition of “danger”, For fuck’s sake, his nickname among friends was “Mr Steal your girl”, which fits perfectly with a Libra’s description because that’s what they usually do: Stealing girls (and make anyone question their sexuality). 

Now there’s a wrongly extended misconception that fuckboys have to be “cold, sarcastic, too-cool-for-love type” type of dudes. That they go around wearing leather jackets, riding motorcycles and spend their days fucking everything that moves. But this isn’t it. A fuckboy is simply a man that gets off from being desired and having the people he wants at his mercy, specifically in bed. There’s not a settled manual of dressing and general behaviour to be one, the name says it all: A boy who fucks. Easy. 

Christopher it’s exactly that. He fools us with his good boy persona, acting all shy with pick-up lines but still fishing out for more. Showing off his muscles at every single opportunity he has (like that one concert where the members went to lift his shirt and he just let them, putting his hands behind his neck in surrender), but if you pay close attention, he doesn’t really hide his fuckboyish manners. I can’t explain it, but there’s something in his attitude, the way he speaks sometimes and acts, that screams “i make girls orgasm every week to relax”. 

“Does that mean I’m your daddy? MOvIng oN”

“You know what else is big?”

“Say please”

Do you need any more proof? I think not. Now back to my delulu intepretation of him:

Christopher is the type of bf that would feel that he must be the "caregiver" of the relationship. He's the one who leads, who provides, who looks after you. That's his role and you shouldn't ever take that away from him. You can take care of him for a change sometimes because he also needs some coddling and attention, but most of the time, he's in charge. I think raising his members by himself for so long has enhanced this side of him. He's very protective, very picky and a perfectionist, so his partner has to learn patience because this man can be mentally and emotionally exhausting for them.

In his toxic version, he's extremely controlling and possessive. He doesn't let you hang out with other boys, or anyone he doesn't approve of. He makes big decisions over your own life for you because "he knows what's best". He'll treat you more like an accessory that needs to look good on him rather than a person. In his mind, you belong to him and that's final. If gets hit on, he’ll accept it with zero regrets and may return the gesture. He’ll show it when he likes someone’s physically and may flirt with them, but you’re not allowed the same behaviour. He expects you to be always at his beck and call, but he’ll most likely never be completely loyal to you. Funny thing is that he truly believes he loves you and you should be grateful for all he does for you. He simply wants his partner to be the best version of themselves, and if that casually fits his standards of perfection, well, does it matter? Every single thing you do has to pass through him first. He’s the type to end fights with angry sex and call it “talking things out”. He’ll make sure you never move on from him. If you break up, he’ll be the ex that still calls you “his” and sabotages your love life. He’ll manipulate you to the point you’re totally dependant of him, his perfect delicate doll. Remember this guy is one perfectionist dude and he has very high standards, and as his partner, he expects you to meet at least some of them.

As a yandere, he’ll be pretty much the same, with the difference that he won’t look at anyone else and he’ll never be unfaithful. He’s a smooth motherfucker, and so he knows how to keep you with him subtitly without you noticing. He’ll isolate you from everyone else, planting seeds of suspicion in your mind and pushing you to overthink stuff and doubt everthing around you, becoming almost paranoid. He’ll deliberatly create situations than can be easily misunderstood so you come running to him for comfort, believing he was right all along, while he hugs you tightly and kisses your hair, smiling to himself at seeing you right where you’re supposed to be. He’ll use every dirty asshole trick during arguments to win. Gaslight, pulling out insecurities, emotional manipulation, everything. He’s mad at you for not behaving the way he wants to but he doesn’t want you to leave him either.  He’ll start fight with you with the twisted purpose of getting you to be vulnerable and having the excuse to put you in your place. He does everything for you and gets angry if you try to do stuff for him. Your autonomy is taken away and you can’t leave him. Ever. He has a way to make you feel so loved, so cared for, so desirable, that you won’t notice the darkness closing around you until it’s too late. 

As a normal person, he’s also territorial, but in a relatively healthy way. His caregiver complex is still off the roof tho. He feels like it's his duty (and also his joy) to take care of you and make sure you're content. This man, when he loves, he does wholeheartedly. He worships the ground you walk on, he sees you as a heaven sent angel just for him, he adores you and would give you the world if he could. He hates when you go to other people for comfort or advice, because in his eyes, who's gonna help you better than him? He lives off feeling needed, of having you rely on him. He doesn't let it get to the toxic point because he's mature like that, but there are times that he wishes he could hide you from the world and keep you to himself. If he's in a bad mood, the members know they only have to bring you where he is and suddenly it's all good. The bad mood might not always wear off, but at least he wouldn't snap at anyone if you're there.

He gets shy with other people's compliments, but with you? He pulls out the fuckboy manual. He loves to make you blush, push your body against him and whisper the most indecently, spiciest pick-up linea. Those wicked pick-up lines he's not allowed to use with Stay? You've heard all of them. His incessant need for control purrs when he has you all flustered and nervous under his hands, submitting for him. We treat it as a running joke but I truly believe this man is an Alpha in an alternative universe.

The type of bf to assert his claim over you by physical contact. Throwing an arm around your shoulders, grabbing you by the waist, pushing his hand in your lower back to guide you. He makes sure you're never far from him when you guys are out. Another dude staring at you too much? He moves right by your side or behind you to send him a message. He's another one that loves seeing you wearing his stuff. The type to place his coat/jacket on your legs or shoulders, not only to keep you warm, but also to mark you even further as his person.

Honestly most of your fights are because of his jealousy, because when it comes to other problems, he talks it out like a champ and communicates his feelings. The only thing that makes his blood boil is the idea of losing you, especially to someone else. He can't stand people getting close to what he considers his. Like I said, an Alpha.

If I don't stop here this post will never end. Feel free anyone to add your own opinion about the matter.

[bidotorg]

In the mid-1950s, during the height of his fame as a teenage heartthrob, Sal Mineo was known for his love of motorcycles. One day, he decided to embark on a spontaneous and adventurous road trip with a close friend.

Sal and his friend set off on their motorcycles, with no fixed destination in mind, but the open road beckoning them. They rode through the winding highways of California, enjoying the freedom and anonymity that the helmets and leather jackets provided.

During their journey, they encountered a small diner in a remote town, and being inquisitive by nature, Sal decided to stop for a meal. Little did he know that this would turn into an unforgettable moment.

Inside the diner, they met a group of local teenagers who were awestruck by Sal Mineo's presence. They couldn't believe their luck in stumbling upon a Hollywood star in their little town. Sal, always down-to-earth and approachable, spent hours chatting with these young fans, sharing stories, signing autographs, and even teaching them how to do some of the iconic dance moves from his movies.

What started as a random pit stop on a motorcycle trip turned into an impromptu meet-and-greet with Sal Mineo, leaving a lasting impression on the local teenagers. To them, it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and to Sal, it was just another example of his genuine connection with people, regardless of his celebrity status.