#bikerfetish

[boydude]

Me | boydude What camouflage does to me! Anything in real camo <3 Wish I knew a dude that would use this gear... make it dirty and outworn... and make me... Anyone in need of a gear boytoy?

[starbyrd]

❝  i...  think  we  might  have  adopted  a  dog?  ❞

↳   ♡     /     @bikerfetish​  !

[exghul]

"so. ya really like perching on my shoulders, huh."

he’s silent for a moment, bright eyes blinking through his thick mask. was that …  a joke ? no, there is a soft smile on his brother’s mouth but no chuckle shakes the shoulders he calls a perch. just an observation then. he need not fake a smile to mirror his brother’s own. the boy frowns, brows furrowing.

“ you are taller than grayson. ” he pauses for a moment. “ though he does complain less. ”

[montlyet]

     “ i - thank you. ” she rights herself, hands still shaking as she stares at would-be assailant where they lay prone on the ground. with a smile shaky as her hands she turned back to strange savior. ( were masks a common thing in this city as well? ) inclines her head, “ i’m not quite certain what i would have done had you not shown up. please, how can i repay you? ” / @bikerfetish

[redmantle-blog]

        “ it has all four food groups in it, jay —– ” in questionable amounts, sure, but that doesn’t stop the younger from taking a spoonful of his ‘dinner’ with almost more gusto than needed. “ i’m eating just fine, save your worrying for yourself. ” / @bikerfetish

[puntress-aa]

i love spending time with my significant others :)

[moranument]

❝  TO  BE  HONEST,   i  liked  my  flat  in  london  much  more  than  this  place.  although  it  has  its  positives,  i  suppose.  ❞  he’s  being  a  good  host,  showing  him  around  the  place  ( recently  cleaned,  the  whole  place  light  with  the  scent  of  fall                                   he’s  ANXIOUS  for  the  colder  weather ),  but  there  are  downsides.  every  time  he  walks  around  his  new  york  apartment,  he  craves  the  view  of  london  outside.  an  offered  smile.  ❝  do  you  still  reside  in  GOTHAM ?  what’s  it  like ?  i’ve  never  been,  funny  enough;  i’ve  always  meant  to  visit,  but  things  get  in  the  way...  ❞  /  @bikerfetish

[cybervig]

tosses a burrito at her.

“   was   it   that   obvious   i   was   hangry ??  either   way,   thanks .   “

@bikerfetish   /

[faithened-blog]

     “ i’m... i’m sorry, jason. ” oracle turns her head from where lips have almost touched. ( selfish, foolish girl ) a step back, from edge she had been nearing. noctis is waiting in altissia. jason is standing right there. with her hand resting on his chest until she realizes she touches him still. “ you know i can’t. if... in another time. ” / @bikerfetish

[entrosymph-blog]

❛   YOU     HAVE   SO   MUCH   POWER !       pero ,     mi     amigo   .   .   .   ❜        the   vague   thrum   of   promise   in   her   throat ,    rising   —   CRAWLING   up   &   out   her   mouth.        ❛   you   don’t   know   how   to   use   it.     we   would   make   a   good   TEAM ,    yeah ?   ❜

sc  //   @bikerfetish

[atlantisking]

EEEEEEEEVIL !

“   That’s   exactly   what I said!   “

@bikerfetish

[boydude]

Me | boydude Offroad moped and mx/motorcross guys! I wish for a dirty guy to * me while I inhale the 2-stroke exhaust. Maybe sucking on the bike grips and saddle. Taste of dirty, outworn, and smooth leather... maybe with some c*m stains from a biker....!

[sworduserarchive]

       "   DON’T COME ANY CLOSER.   “ patience was already running thin as she stood her ground before the masked man, fists raised   &   prepared for the defense. the warrior was by no means a violent person, but she used her abilities whenever someone manages to threaten her. ever since her arrival in the city of GOTHAM, she has become more   &   more lenient to use the gifts she had been given to her advantage. this city was filled with countless criminals, with followers just as mad as their leaders. this wasn’t her first encounter with someone of suspicious intent,   &   it wouldn’t be the last. one foot leans back to support her weight, watching her surroundings closely for any ‘ friends ‘ of his that may attack. “   i’m not afraid to hurt you if i need to.   “

          (   @bikerfetish   |   starter call !   )

[lordshaxx]

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ok well fuk u too jason

[montlyet]

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

HURT.

     “ now you listen here. ” there’s a fire in her chest and coals beneath her tongue. something in her burns at the assumption that her concern was anything less than sincere. especially coming from him. ( don’t hide from me now, jason, is the plea beneath the fire. you’ve no reason to keep your mask on here ) despite the heat of her words she reaches out for him. settles the tips of her fingers along the slope of his cheekbone. “ and you listen well, jason. ”

     “ i care about you. ” the sudden admission trembles a birdsong in her throat. gaze averts—– maker, is this how she’s to tell him? “ this is no act and it’s not staged for your benefit. i—– ”

     josephine rests her hand on his cheek now. soft curve of her mouth settling on the other side of his face. “—– i do care. now, will you talk to me? ”

[redmantle-blog]

"timbo! timbit! timbuck two!" the bells glued to the antlers on jason's head jingle as he approaches his younger sibling, and hands tim a box with an obnoxiously large bow. inside, he'll find vintage volumes of 'the complete sherlock holmes', and a switchblade. the latter being jason's first knife he's ever owned. "merry christmas."

     merry ---- doesn’t have much time to process around the box in his hands. the bow, the antlers. oh. his smile is slow to start but catches like fire in the instant it takes to part box from paper.  ( books and knives, the two of them in a box )  he can’t speak for a moment around what’s formed in his throat. can’t recall the last time tears pricked his eyes but now he lifts the switchblade  ( it’s practical / old / jason )  and feels the moisture in the corners of them. he should comment on the ridiculous tilt to the antlers on his brother’s head. the fact that the knife could’ve hurt the books. the fact that he’d forgotten to get anything in return.

     “ thank you. ” the words jump awkwardly in his mouth, but he’s smiling like white snow on christmas morning. like he’s a kid / like they’re just brothers. “ i ---- thank you. ”