#biker tips

[clippingpathking1]

Suzuki GT's bikes

[another-goblin]

Random thoughts on Sunday and new Tingyun

Now that they officially teased playable Sunday, I'm worried about something. The game tends to introduce important things about characters to then completely disregard them (I think Blade is the biggest victim of this; I might make a post about it. I mean, currently he's just like a grumpy but harmless socially awkward uncle. He might have been a bit mean to our friend, but it's all in the past, right? Nothing bad worthy of addressing. Not like he was teased as a cosmic-level threat, a spirit of vengeance fueled by pain and madness who subjected DH to decades, if not centuries, of exquisit torture and killed thousands of innocent people).

So Sunday is basically a typical "morally-grey" vilian, doing a very bad thing "for greater good." And let's not forget what he did to Aventurine. He prodded into his past, knowing that it's a very painful topic to him, with no reason basically, just to show that he has an upper hand. And then just doomed him to 17 hours of absolute torture and inavitable death in the end, knowing full well that he isn't responsible for Robin's "death." Again, vilian behavior.

How is the game going to deal with it? My prediction - by completely ignoring it. He's going to be just a normal chill guy who just loves his sister. The story will handwave everything he did off as his mentor's fault or something. I really hope I'm wrong. A character being forced to face and process the bad things they did and achieve character development through it would be a first for this game. But just wait and see them completely neuter one of their most interesting, complex, and morally-grey characters.

BTW, they really have a tendency to remove responsibility from characters. 

Whatever Blade did, it's not his fault because he was driven crazy by mara and Jingliu's torture. But it's not her fault because she was driven crazy by mara and whatever Yingxing and Dan Feng did to Baiheng. But it's not their fault either, because although they kind of still exist enough to create some kind of connection with these past events, it's not enough to bear any responsibility for what their past selves did. A lot of very bad things happened, but nothing is anybody's fault, how convenient. Similarly, what Cocolia did isn't her fault because she was controlled by stellaron. I hope they won't do something like that to Sunday.

Speaking of new characters, not gonna lie, I'm very excited to see new Tingyun (also glad to see a new version of a non-Astral Express character).

I hope she's not some messed-up zombie reanimated by Ruan Mei, but our good old actual Tingyun. But her return to Luofu is going to be awkward. I mean, we had a whole sad little event, everybody saying their heartfelt goodbye to her and stuff, giving her postimous gifts. A bit impolite of her to return alive now. 

But that finally puts an end to the idea that there are stakes and that playable characters can die. After so many fakeouts, it loses its impact; even if they actually kill a character for good one day, nobody will believe it. My prediction: next they'll find a way to make Misha and Gallagher "real boys."

btw isn't it weird how they make very similar characters sometimes? First we have two 5-star young barefoot girls, who are physical destruction and have very similar mechanics. Now two 5-star fire nihility foxians with pink tails.

[gojonanami]

ok but biker!geto though??

[archiminibricks]

Mancave morning

[spicypepperooni]

My new found passion is coloring 💞🥴 so i steal @awakeat-2's sketches and color them, so much fun!

Feel free to leave tips or tricks on coloring for me, im always happy to learn new things🌟💗

[istherewifiinhell]

okay one level deeper in indie 80s comics and your just fucked for trying to find info online. but i thought ppl would really like this image

[ID from alt: Back pages advertisement for Jim Lawson's "Bade Biker and Orson" no. 4. A caption box reads: Orson goes underground in: The Demon Car From Hell, Part II. The art is very obscured copy of Gustave Doré illustration of the divine comedy, Virgil and Dante standing over Farinata's tomb. Orson, a cartoon frog looking character, has been physically pasted next to Farinata in the image photocopy. END ID]

Doré's original illustration, sans Orson.

[ID from alt: The illustration in much higher clarity, and fuller range of values. The full bodies and details of all subjects visible along with background details and line work. END ID]

full ad page under the cut

[ID from alt: Same image with logo, and text "no. 4" and "shipping June 1st" END ID]

[travelunveiled]

Are you planning your first bike trip, here are some bike travel tips for a safe and adventurous experience.

Traveling by bike can be an exciting and adventurous way to explore the world. Here are some tips to help you make the most of your bike travel:

[stangalina]

Omg, fuck action superhero movies! There are so MANY I've had enough!

I want a movie where a superhero is a single mother and their child, upon turning 16, manifests the powers of her arch nemesis. Thus revealing that their other parent IS their mothers arch nemesis. Oh, and the arch nemesis doesn't even know they exist.

This begins an adventure where the protag goes through an emotional rollercoaster of discovering and coming to terms with who they are, tracking the nemesis down, actually getting to know the dude beyond "that crazy guy who makes crazy plots", and revealing that SURPRISE I'm your kid. Then going full parent trap on the two of them to get the fuck over it and date already.

Just imagine the bonding for the first time. This random ankle biter with a stupid haircut because they did it themselves in a mirror with a pair of scissors after running away from home, being the first person to actually take interest in the villain, appreciate the machines of the villain, remind the villain just how... lonely they are. How much they miss just having someone. Anyone.

Sitting in the workshop in evening light, laughing like idiots because the kid made a robot that can breakdance. The villain enjoying just... caring for them. Cooking for the first time in forever.

They'd die for this mysterious little shit they decide.

And then from the mother's perspective. She knows she's in the wrong on this. She knows she should never have given in to what she wanted that day. How she felt about him had to stay a secret. A secret. A secret a secret. But it was hard. If the people found out she'd betrayed their trust and had a child with the man who robbed their banks and ruined their infrastructure, played games with their lives, they'd lose all faith in her. She'd become a complete outcast.

But it was so hard. Because she KNOWS he's a good person under all of the metal and mania, she can feel it. And she loves it. She loves him. But she can't.

At least she got to keep a part of him, in the child she hid from him.

Gods, she can't help but think while perched atop a building after saving someone's life, I really am the worst mother in the world.

And then the kid, who's just had their whole world tossed upside down at possibly one of the worst ages for your world to get tossed. Figuring out what this means for them. As a person. As part of a family.

First comes the anger.

How could you do this? How could you hide this from me? Why? Why HIM?

Then the resolve.

I'll just go and live with him then!

Then the realisation.

Huh, he's actually... a pretty decent guy. Well... then why does he?

Oh.

Breaking old infrastructure forces new infrastructure to be built. Robbing banks hurts no-one who can't afford to be hurt. Where does the money even go? Nobody ever dies in his schemes, and he just genuinely thinks it's fun. And it also... Gets mom's attention.

OH!

Then the plotting.

I deserve a villainous plot for my birthday right? Damn right I do. Time to use my newfound powers to make my parents get the fuck over themselves and DATE ALREADY.

[hungryfacesart]

3 Affordable Fashion Finds for Spring 2023 - Fashion doesn't have to break the bank.

As a fashion stylist and insider with over 10 years of experience in the industry, I am thrilled to share with you some affordable fashion finds that will help you update your wardrobe for the upcoming spring season. I’ve been in the game long enough to know what works and what doesn’t, so trust me when I say that these finds are guaranteed to elevate your style without breaking the bank. Как…

[uraharasfavoriteexperiment]

why is a biker* reblogging this im curious

a list of 100+ buildings to put in your fantasy town

academy

adventurer's guild

alchemist

apiary

apothecary

aquarium

armory

art gallery

bakery

bank

barber

barracks

bathhouse

blacksmith

boathouse

book store

bookbinder

botanical garden

brothel

butcher

carpenter

cartographer

casino

castle

cobbler

coffee shop

council chamber

court house

crypt for the noble family

dentist

distillery

docks

dovecot

dyer

embassy

farmer's market

fighting pit

fishmonger

fortune teller

gallows

gatehouse

general store

graveyard

greenhouses

guard post

guildhall

gymnasium

haberdashery

haunted house

hedge maze

herbalist

hospice

hospital

house for sale

inn

jail

jeweller

kindergarten

leatherworker

library

locksmith

mail courier

manor house

market

mayor's house

monastery

morgue

museum

music shop

observatory

orchard

orphanage

outhouse

paper maker

pawnshop

pet shop

potion shop

potter

printmaker

quest board

residence

restricted zone

sawmill

school

scribe

sewer entrance

sheriff's office

shrine

silversmith

spa

speakeasy

spice merchant

sports stadium

stables

street market

tailor

tannery

tavern

tax collector

tea house

temple

textile shop

theatre

thieves guild

thrift store

tinker's workshop

town crier post

town square

townhall

toy store

trinket shop

warehouse

watchtower

water mill

weaver

well

windmill

wishing well

wizard tower

[clippingpathking1]

#motorcycle riding on the #road

[speedwear]

Tune in to learn how to find stylish waxed jackets that offer both protection and a statement look. Ideal for bikers and fashion enthusiasts alike.

[topguru1]

How to Choose the Perfect Men's Biker Jacket for Your Style

When it comes to fashion, few items capture the essence of rugged style and timeless appeal quite like the men's biker jacket. Whether you ride a motorcycle or simply appreciate the edgy, rebellious look, a biker jacket can be a versatile addition to your wardrobe. But with so many options available, how do you choose the perfect one that suits your style? This comprehensive guide will walk you through the essential factors to consider, ensuring you pick a biker jacket that complements your personal taste while offering functionality and durability.

Understanding Men's Biker Jackets

Men's biker jackets are more than just a piece of outerwear—they are a style statement and a cultural icon. Traditionally, these jackets were worn by motorcyclists to provide protection and warmth. Nowadays, they have transcended their functional roots and become a fashion staple for many. Understanding the different styles, materials, and features can help you make an informed decision.

1. Types of Men's Biker Jackets

There are several types of biker jackets, each with unique features. Here’s a rundown of the most popular styles:

a. Classic Leather Biker Jacket

Description: The classic leather biker jacket is characterized by its asymmetric zip closure, large lapels, and belted waist. It often features metal studs, zippers, and shoulder epaulets.

Style Icon: Popularized by Hollywood legends like Marlon Brando and James Dean, this style exudes a cool, rebellious vibe.

Best For: Those looking for a timeless piece that never goes out of style.

b. Café Racer Jacket

Description: Named after the Café Racer motorcycle subculture of the 1960s, this jacket is more minimalist in design with a simple, straight zip front, and a small snap collar.

Style Icon: Often associated with Steve McQueen, the café racer jacket embodies a sleek and sophisticated look.

Best For: A refined, vintage-inspired style that works both on and off the bike.

c. Double Rider Jacket

Description: The double rider jacket features two symmetrical front zippers, allowing for different styling options. It is heavier and offers more insulation.

Style Icon: Worn by rockstars and musicians, it's a staple for those who want to make a bold fashion statement.

Best For: A striking appearance that stands out in social settings.

d. Bomber Biker Jacket

Description: The bomber biker jacket blends the classic bomber jacket design with biker elements, usually made from leather or suede, and features ribbed cuffs and hem.

Style Icon: Worn by fighter pilots, this style has transitioned into casual streetwear.

Best For: Those seeking a relaxed, everyday look with a touch of ruggedness.

2. Materials to Consider

The material of a biker jacket plays a significant role in its durability, comfort, and style. Here are some popular material options:

a. Genuine Leather

Pros: Durable, ages beautifully, offers excellent protection.

Cons: Requires maintenance, generally more expensive.

Best Use: Ideal for riders due to its durability and protection from abrasions.

b. Faux Leather

Pros: Affordable, easy to clean, vegan-friendly.

Cons: Less durable, can crack over time.

Best Use: Suitable for those on a budget or who prefer not to use animal products.

c. Suede

Pros: Soft, luxurious texture, offers a vintage look.

Cons: Prone to stains, requires special care.

Best Use: Great for fashion-forward individuals looking for a casual style.

d. Textile

Pros: Lightweight, water-resistant, often more breathable.

Cons: Less stylish than leather, doesn’t age as well.

Best Use: Best for warmer climates or as a lightweight option for casual wear.

3. Key Features to Look For

When selecting a biker jacket, it’s important to consider specific features that enhance both style and functionality. Here are key features to keep in mind:

a. Fit

Slim Fit: Offers a modern and streamlined appearance. Ideal for those who prefer a tailored look.

Relaxed Fit: Provides more room and comfort. Suitable for layering over thicker clothing.

b. Lining

Quilted Lining: Adds warmth and comfort, perfect for cooler weather.

Removable Lining: Allows for versatility in different climates.

c. Protective Elements

For motorcyclists, look for jackets that include:

Reinforced Padding: In areas like the shoulders, elbows, and back for extra protection.

Reflective Strips: Enhances visibility at night.

d. Hardware

Zippers and Buttons: Ensure that these are made from high-quality materials, as they can affect the jacket's longevity.

Belted Waist: Adds to the jacket's adjustability and style.

4. Choosing the Right Color

Color can greatly influence the versatility and appeal of a biker jacket. Here’s what you should consider:

a. Black

Versatility: Black is the most popular choice, offering a classic, edgy look that pairs well with almost any outfit.

Styling Tip: Pair a black leather biker jacket with dark jeans and boots for a complete look.

b. Brown

Styling: Brown offers a vintage, rustic appeal. It works well with earthy tones.

Styling Tip: Pair a brown biker jacket with a white t-shirt and blue jeans for a classic look.

c. Bold Colors

Options: Colors like red, blue, or even white can make a bold fashion statement.

Best Use: Great for fashion-forward individuals who like to stand out.

5. Determining the Right Size

Choosing the right size is crucial for both comfort and style. Here’s a step-by-step guide:

a. Measure Your Chest and Shoulders

Use a tape measure to get your chest and shoulder dimensions, as these are key to finding the perfect fit.

b. Account for Layering

If you plan to wear the jacket over thick layers, consider sizing up.

c. Check the Jacket's Length

Ensure the jacket sits at your waist or slightly below for the best fit.

6. Matching the Jacket to Your Personal Style

The perfect biker jacket should not only fit well but also align with your personal style. Here’s how to choose based on different style preferences:

a. For a Classic Look

Recommended Style: Classic leather biker or café racer jacket.

Outfit Pairing: Combine with a plain white t-shirt, slim-fit jeans, and leather boots.

b. For a Rock 'n' Roll Vibe

Recommended Style: Double rider jacket with metallic hardware.

Outfit Pairing: Add distressed jeans, a band t-shirt, and combat boots.

c. For a Casual Street Style

Recommended Style: Bomber biker jacket or a textile version.

Outfit Pairing: Wear with joggers, a hoodie, and sneakers.

7. Maintenance Tips for Your Biker Jacket

Proper maintenance can significantly extend the life of your biker jacket. Here’s how to care for it:

a. Leather Care

Condition Regularly: Use a leather conditioner to keep it soft and prevent cracks.

Avoid Water Exposure: Leather can be damaged by water, so avoid wearing it in heavy rain.

b. Faux Leather and Textile Care

Clean with a Damp Cloth: Wipe down with a damp cloth for regular cleaning.

Store in a Cool, Dry Place: Avoid direct sunlight to prevent fading.

8. Expert Opinion on Choosing a Biker Jacket

Expert stylist John Miller from Top Guru Jackets emphasizes that "finding the perfect biker jacket is about balancing style, functionality, and comfort. Opt for a high-quality leather jacket if you value durability, and don't shy away from trying different styles to see what complements your wardrobe best."

Conclusion

Choosing the perfect men's biker jacket is all about understanding your style, needs, and preferences. Whether you're looking for something classic and timeless or a bold statement piece, there is a biker jacket out there that will suit your style. Consider the type, material, fit, color, and features carefully to make an informed decision. Remember to maintain your jacket properly to keep it looking stylish for years to come.

FAQ

1. How do I choose the right size for a men's biker jacket? Measure your chest and shoulders and consider the type of fit you prefer. Remember to account for layering.

2. What is the best material for a biker jacket? Genuine leather is highly durable and stylish, while faux leather is budget-friendly and vegan-friendly.

3. Are biker jackets suitable for all seasons? Yes, but look for jackets with removable linings or lighter materials like textile for warmer weather.

4. How can I style a men's biker jacket? Pair it with jeans and a t-shirt for a classic look or dress it up with boots and accessories for a rock 'n' roll vibe.

5. How do I maintain a leather biker jacket? Use a leather conditioner, avoid exposure to water, and store in a cool, dry place.

[sukhdeepdhillon]

ਜੰਗਲ ਬੀਆਬਾਨ ਵਿੱਚ solo cAmPInG ⛺️ | ਹਨੇਰੀ ‘ਚ ਓੱਡਿਆ ਟੈਂਟ । ਚੰਨ-ਚਾਨਣੀ ਰਾਤ

ਡਰ ਜਿਹਾ ਤਾਂ ਲੱਗਦਾ ਸੀ ਪਰ ਚੰਦ ਚਾਨਣੀ ਰਾਤ ਤੇ ਦੁਧੀਆ ਰੰਗੀਂ ਰੋਸ਼ਨੀ ਦੇ ਸੋਹਣੇ ਦ੍ਰਿਸ਼ ਨੇ ਡਰ ਨੂੰ ਨੱਪ ਲਿਆ ਸੀ..🤟ਕਾਫੀ ਸਮੇਂ ਤੋਂ ਮਨ ਵਿੱਚ ਇੱਕ ਇੱਛਾ ਸੀ ਕਿ ਕਿਤੇ ਬਿਲਕੁਲ ਇਕੱਲਿਆਂ ਜਾਨੀ ਕਿ SOLO Camping ⛺️ ਕੀਤੀ ਜਾਵੇ ਤੇ ਇਸ ਇੱਛਾ ਨੂੰ ਬੂਰ ਪਿਆ ਕੱਲ ਜਾਨੀ ਕਿ ਸਨੀਵਾਰ 23 ਮਾਰਚ ਵਾਲੇ ਦਿਨ ।ਸੋਲੋ ਕੈਂਪਿੰਗ ਕਰਨ ਦਾ ਆਪਣਾ ਹੀ ਮਜ਼ਾ ਹੁੰਦਾ ਹੈ । ਬੰਦਾ ਆਪਣੇ ਆਪ ਨਾਲ ਜੁੜਦੈ, ਆਪਣੇ ਆਪ ਨੂੰ ਜਾਣਦੈ, ਆਪਣੇ ਆਪ ਨਾਲ ਗੱਲਾਂ ਬਾਤਾਂ ਕਰਦਾ । ਕੁਦਰਤ ਨਾਲ ਇੱਕਮਿੱਕਤਾ ਤੇ ਖੁੱਲੇ…

[lalunanymph]

KITTEN, BEHAVE ☆

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ there are consequences to teasing your biker boyfriend...

⋆｡°✩ semi-public s/ex, fem!reader, biker!sylus, reader wears a skirt, reader's a nasty gal <3, undertones of dom/sub (sylus is one kinky mf), finger sucking, finger gagging, petnames (kitten, baby), fucking on his bike (hehe), c/um countdown, unprotected s/ex (wrap it up babes), sylus matches our freak perfectly, based on this thot i had

⋆｡°✩ dawn says: i've been a nasty girl ive been a nasty girl nasty nasty (sorry zayne)

Sylus isn’t one to find beauty in the mundane but the wind whipping past his frosty locks and your arms wrapped tightly around him makes him feel like he’s on cloud nine.

“Kitten, are you alright?” he calls over the lashing breeze. 

His leather jacket is ridiculously thick, but even through the material, he can feel the heat of your cheeks seeping through.

You always flush whenever he calls you your favorite pet name, and Sylus forgets that just like a kitten, you can be just as playful. 

A slender hand tipped with French nails slides down his torso, leaving blistering heat in its wake. The thin compression shirt he’s wearing under his jacket can barely fight off the warmth of your palm bleeding past the material and onto his skin.

His heart doubles in speed, and in response, he revs the N-907 Ultrabike, its wheels kicking up more dirt and dust. Linkon City speeds into a blur, White Coves’ beaches in the distance and to his right, Bloom Forest spreads her velvety green arms open for adventurous outdoor lovers to play in. 

Your hand trickles down his abs, stealing his attention back to your whims, and he smirks behind his visor when he feels your dainty, pretty little palm resting on the front of his pants.

Looks like the little kitten wants to play a dangerous game.

Two can play the same. 

Sylus pretends to ignore you, and he can tell it only frustrates you more when he remains stone cold and unmoving; a statue you’re trying to thaw.

Your free hand creeps under the hem of his shirt, and thank fuck the wind is too loud because a groan slips past his clenched teeth—it would be absolutely embarrassing if you heard it. His mind works doubly hard to focus on not crashing the bike, maneuvering it down the winding steep roads.

“I thought you said you wanted to take me for a ride,” your voice touches his heated ears, innocent and alluring. 

“Isn’t that what we’re doing, kitten?” He tilts his head back slightly and hears your snort. 

Your antics will never cease to amaze him. Whatever possessed you to be bold also eggs you on to be audacious. Your hands travel further up his shirt, pressing right onto his broad pecs and you smirk when you feel the bike wobbling slightly under his control.

“Kitten,” he hisses. “Stop it.”

But, you don’t listen to him. You never do. 

This insolent prey. He tries his damndest not to buck his hips when you start to rub his bulge, merciless with your teasing. Your other hand reaches up to his neck, where his favorite leather collar sits prettily on his defined clavicles, and tug on it, earning another hiss.

The bike skids to a stop and you’re not sure how you ended up pushed against the pillion seat, Sylus looming over you. He kills the engine and kicks down the stand, the sudden deafening silence exacerbating your heavy breathing. 

“Wait,” you squeak, and he shakes his head.

“No more waiting. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” 

Looking around in a panic, you notice that he’s parked the bike under a secluded shade of trees, next to an empty strip of road. 

This was the same route you took to the edge of the N-109 when you were given the mission to retrieve Sylus a few months ago. 

“Familiar, isn’t it?” He reads your mind with a dark chuckle. 

Those ruby red eyes bore into yours with the grace of a predator provoked, and you, his favorite prey, will finally get what you’ve been asking for. 

“I think it’s high time we recreated some memories from the first night we both saw each other,” he drags his palm up your bare thigh, making you shiver. “It’s a good thing you’re in a pretty little skirt, kitten,” he hums, pushing the hem of your leather mini skirt—a gift from him—out of the way. 

Sylus inhales sharply when he notices the micro thong you’re wearing which barely covers anything, his nostrils flaring.

“Insufferable.”

“Sy,” you whine, unsure what he's waiting for. It's never like him to play with his food.

The press of his bigger body on top of yours cages you to the pillion seat, the friction burning when he unceremoniously drags you closer to him. 

Those intense eyes seem to devour you, and for the first time since you’ve been together with him, you see a shadow of his villainous evil in them. 

“Is this what you wanted?” 

Is this what you’ve been begging for? 

Sylus wraps a hand around your throat in broad daylight, not caring for morals or decency when he squeezes. Hard.

Your eyes roll back into your head, regret streaming in for how you teased him earlier. 

“A-ah—” you choke lightly. “Was jus’ tryna play around.” 

Sylus ignores your whimpers, a bored look on his face as he loosens his fingers, letting you suck in a wheezy breath. 

“Little hunters never learn their lessons, do they?” 

He smirks unexpectedly. 

“Remember that night you tried to tame me during our interrogation? In the end, I was the one who had you screaming, didn’t I, kitten?” 

You did remember—of course, you did.

The shine of your boots spreading his kneeling thighs apart. Leather collar around a pale strip of throat you just wanted to suck on and leave a mark. His smug leers, those glowing ruby eyes that shone like dying embers when he finally snaps off the handcuffs you placed him in and pins you to the ground for a taste of your own medicine.

As much as you hate to confront the truth, it stares you down with an impassive face and dark eyes—a truth that breaks the delusion that you were the one in control when it came to Sylus. 

He touches your thighs, spreads them further. Bright sunlight speckles through the trees, casting webs of shadows across his crooked nose and high cheekbones. 

Sylus takes his time to peel your thong off, and you bite down on your lip to muffle a whimper.

“What? Don't tell me you're all shy now?” 

He snorts in amusement at your attempts to be innocent, prying your lower lip free, stroking the curve of your plush mouth with his thumb until you relent and suck on his digit docilely. 

While you’re not inexperienced when it comes to such carnal submission, it’s the first time you’re doing it outside of the bedroom where anyone could stumble upon the both of you. 

The thought makes your thighs tense and your needy pussy clench down on thin air, something that Sylus doesn’t miss.

“You like this, huh? Being slutted out so publicly… it turns you on to be so open to me.” 

He continues to push his thumb around your mouth; pressing down on your gums, flicking the tip of your tongue, inspecting the ridges and juts of each pearly white tooth. Intentionally drawing out your humiliation. 

Satisfied with the oral inspection, he removes his thumb, swiftly stuffing your protests with two thick fingers. 

“You say ‘no’, but I can smell that sweet little cunt getting wetter,” he murmurs, flitting his dark gaze right to your folds flushing readily with need; right to that cleft which houses his favorite hole.

Lewd doesn’t begin to cover how Sylus can treat you in bed. Outside the sheets, he’s content to play the role of your partner and friend, tagging along on your adventures and explorations. 

But the second he has you trapped in his bed, he becomes a different person. 

Meaner. Assertive.

Downright cruel. 

“Do you want me to touch you?” He goads, locks of silver hair falling across his damp forehead. Sweat dews across your chest, and you feel the heat of shame rising in you.

Sylus, I was just joking, you try to argue, but he’s not hearing it. 

“Didn’t seem like a joke when you were pawing at my cock earlier, kitten,” your lover hums, unable to take his half-mast red eyes off of you.  

He slots a hand between your thighs, and you swallow a cry when he drags your thong to the side, spreading your wetness around roughly with his thumb. Sylus rubs tight circles on your aching clit, forcing you to slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans.

“Ssh,” he whispers when you give a tiny, choked cry. Sylus takes this chance to nuzzle your neck, inhaling your scent like a starved man. “We don’t want anyone to find us out, don’t we, kitten?” 

Evil, evil man. You bite on the inside of your palm to keep quiet when he lifts one leg to wrap around his narrow waist, effortlessly tugging his zipper down and freeing his cock. 

“One single sound and I will stop, do I make myself clear?”

There’s no choice but for you to nod. Sylus doesn’t waste a single second once he’s got you all nice and wet for him, grasping the base of his girthy and veiny length, stroking it a few times to make sure he’s hard and ready for you.

The thick tip breaches past your tight ring of muscle, and you bite down on a sharp gasp, squeezing your eyes close.

His breathing is getting heavier, and he curses the second he bottoms out in your tight heat. 

The bike begins to shake with every clean stroke, his thrusts making your toes curl and heels dig into his back. Luckily, the pillion seat is wide enough to accommodate your shaking bodies; never imagining for a single second that your lover would be boldly fucking you on it in the middle of a dangerous zone.

But, Sylus has always been like this—addictive, painful.

Dangerous. 

How he fucks you is no different. 

The blunt head touches the deepest spot inside of you, and you’re helpless to do anything but cling onto him like second skin, muffling your whines into his broad shoulder.

“Looks like the little kitten is enjoying her cream,” he murmurs, trailing his gaze down your body taking him so well. 

The veins on the back of his hands stand out, drawing your attention to him dragging the front of your blouse down, tucking your bra cups under your heaving breasts. 

Sylus’ mouth wraps around one turgid bud, sucking it till it’s shiny with his spit and throbbing from oversensitivity. 

He repeats the same motion on your neglected nipple, savoring your hitched breaths and muffled whines. 

Your thighs start to shake, and you turn your head to the side. 

Look at you, he coos and grabs your chin, forcing you to gaze at the spot between your thighs where he’s fucking into you. Look at how well you’re taking me. 

You’re so wet that droplets of white are trickling down your inner thighs, frothing into stickiness where his cock is rutting shallowly inside of you. 

“Sy,” you moan softly, eyes glossing over with tears of pleasure.

He loves how needy and pathetic you look for him with your swollen, parted mouth and tight nipples just begging to be pinched or flicked.

A furrow creases between his brows, drops of sweat trickling down his jaw. 

You surprise him by leaning forward, flattening your tongue and lapping it right up, shameless in your desire for him. 

“Naughty girl,” Sylus purrs, his red eyes darkening to an impossible black until you’re sure not a shred of your sweet boyfriend remains. Two thick fingers part your mouth open, sliding down your welcoming throat until he’s knuckle-deep in you.

Sylus chokes you out as his other hand trails down your body towards your clit, rubbing the flushed nub until your hips buck and you cry out; a master at bringing your body closer to the pleasurable brink. 

The tears beading in your lash line finally freefall down your face, triggering his devilish satisfaction. 

Returning the favor, Sylus licks them clean, chuckling cruelly at the arousal turning you cross-eyed. 

He loves it when you look this fucked out, and one day when you’re comfortable enough, he hopes you’ll relent to him taking a picture of that messed up, pretty face for his safekeeping.

Baby, you gurgle around his fingers. I’m close… 

Yeah? He goads. Gonna break for me? Come on this cock? Make a mess? Fuck—do it baby. Mess me up. Make me feel so good because that’s all you’re good for, huh? 

He grits his teeth, fighting back the cresting pleasure, needing you to come first.

Come on, baby. Come with me. Five… four… three… that’s it, baby. You’re so close, aren’t you. Don’t come until I reach zero. Fuck—that pussy’s so tight. Two… one… fuck, fuck. 

High strung keens are escaping past the cracks of his fingers stuffed in your mouth, your entire body shaking violently that Sylus thinks you’re being wrecked by an internal earthquake.

Zero. Zero. Fuck, baby. Come for me. Come on, give it to me. Give me that sweet cum. Yeah, that’s it, that’s it—

He grunts, his patience breaking, flooding inside of you in waves of heat; filling you up to the brim.

In this moment of weakness where anyone targeting him can put a bullet right through his head, Sylus thinks that if he dies right now, he would do so happily in your arms.

His forehead gently thumps onto yours and you must be as fucked up as him because you push his hair back, scratching his scalp lightly.

Your sculpted, 6’2 menace of a lover who’s seen death and destruction since the day he could speak, groans and nuzzles your cheek like a weak puppy. With every version of Sylus that you have seen before, this will always be your favorite one—where he’s comfortable enough to kiss you affectionately, bringing you down from the high.

He hums. “Satisfied?” 

Sylus would never say he loves you out loud—that’s not in his nature.

But, his actions scream louder than words when he adjusts your rumpled clothes and gives you a peck on your cheek.

“Do you still want to visit that mad scientist or should we scrap it for another day?”

The implicit invitation tempts you. 

A boring lecture or a whole day spread out on my sheets, kitten?

“Let’s go home,” you choose the latter, and Sylus tries his hardest to hide his smug smile when you refer to his penthouse as your own home.

“Of course. But, for the sake of not violating any more public decency laws, you better keep your paws to yourself until we get home, kitten.”

Proving your disobedience and your unwillingness to learn your lesson, you sink two fingers under his collar, dragging him close enough for your lips to touch. 

“That depends on if you can get us home fast enough, Sy.”

He takes it as a challenge, a grin touched with a hint of lunacy splitting across his face.

“Is that a challenge, sweetheart?” 

“No, I—”

He pulls you into a kiss, devouring your breaths until your lungs are filled with nothing but him, him, him. 

His fingers in your hair, an arm wound tightly around your waist so his favorite prey can never escape him. Sylus breaks off the kiss, ruby eyes like two bloody pools when he stares at your warm cheeks and puffy mouth. 

“You should know I always—always—win our petty bets.”

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