#motorbike dreams

[oh-a-very-toxic-octopus]

Baby 24-year-old me on my first full-size bike, a CBR500R, the day I brought it home.

I miss roadbiking hugely rn. We live on a trunk road through a stunning part of Wales and there's an endless stream of cool sports bikes zipping past my window in the summer heat. It's impossible not to look back on that little Honda and want something like that again. One of these would be a good replacement:

I think about this often.

And then I have to think about blowing all my savings on the mortgage when it renews in November this year.

Houses are not worth it.my

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was the son of a prince and I ran away on a motorbike with my sister, Pretzel.

[motocrunch]

[editing-tips69]

had a dream where they posted another video in front of Dans closet except this time Phil had a small section off to the side with all his slutty clothes like the wad leather jacket, the red button down, the date night windbreakers, and the phlonde reveal jacket. they were like “these are phil’s clothes but he couldn’t make room in his closet because it’s still overrun with graphic tees”

[mickeym4ndy]

Another Post-Canon headcanon I have:

Mickey starts looking at getting more tattoos. He finds an artist he likes and over time he builds up a sleeve of sorts. He starts liking tattoos that are stereotypically feminine (eg a rose or something) and he has to grapple with all the toxic masculinity he got from Terry to get those. He ends up sort of designing a tattoo that’s a rose & dagger or something because he likes to draw.

He likes it so he sort of starts co designing his next tattoos with the artist. He doesn’t have the patience to be an actual tattoo artist but he likes drawing different designs & sketches.

Ian loves Mickey’s drawings and there’s one that he particularly loves so for their anniversary Ian gets a tattoo of it on his chest and surprises Mickey with it

[martybaker]

Sooo I’ve been watching Money Heist (La casa de papel) and I have 3 dreamling scenarios for you:

1) hostage Hob and robber Dream

Hob cannot help but admire the silent man pointing a gun at his head, the way he doesn’t posture or play mind games and is happy to hang back in the shadows, but also his fast reflexes, spot on aim, quick and calm thinking when things go to shit

Anyways Hob falls in love and joins the robbers. He never had strong moral code anyways and they’re not stealing from people but fucking the system and that’s kind of sexy tbh. Not as sexy as Dream holding a gun to Hob’s head, standing nose to nose, blue eyes piercing through his soul, the click of the gun… anyways, Hob helps them steal the money, in exchange he’s gonna steal Dream’s heart

2) robber Hob and hostage Dream

Dream hates Hob, he is jovial and loud and delusional, but to Dream’s irritation he is also kind and patient and smart. Doesn’t stop Dream from trying to outsmart Hob and getting pinned to the wall at gunpoint. Hob doesn’t begrudge him though, just laughs and compliments his guts. Dream switches tactics and tries to seduce him which has nothing to do with how hot being held at gunpoint felt, or the way Hob’s muscles spasm when he lifts heavy things, or the chest hair poking from his unzipped hideously orange jumpsuit. But ooops Dream falls into his own trap and falls in love and now he doesn’t want the heist to end…

3) same personalities, but they are both robbers

They both think the other is an idiot at first, at the hideout in the planning stage. Hob jokes in classes and Dream hates his casual attitude, Hob thinks Dream has a stick up his ass and takes everything too seriously

But being stuck and isolated from society for months, neither is blind to each other’s atracttiveness, and one thing leads to another and one of their spats leads to a heist-partners-with-benefits arrangement. It’s good to let go of some steam, it’s casual, no strings attached, and the sex is amazing tbh

During the heist they go back to annoying each other, but slowly grow to appreciate each others strengths. Then someone betrays the gang, things get ugly fast and Hob takes a bullet for Dream. He nearly bleeds out, but when he wakes up Dream is by his side and they both know none of this is casual anymore, and they are willing to die for each other. They become the best power duo in the squad

[tbastard]

MOODBOARD DECO MARK LEE

[gkuvveti34]

[zh0nggucc1]

Ridin and Rollin

Paring: Lee Jeno x Fem!reader

Word count: 2k

Content: Jeno and Y/N have a severe dislike for each other and a strong sexual tension. While trying to irritate Y/N, riding on his bike, Jeno gets injured and Y/N hesitantly helps him, taking him back to his apartment to bandage him up.

Warning‼️: NSFW, injury, bike accident, description of blood, cunnilingus, sex, explicit language, mentioning of female genitalia, mentioning of male genitalia, switch(leaning sub)!reader, switch(leaning dom)!Jeno, praise(receiving), riding.

She arched her back, fastening her pace as ecstasy and adrenaline washed over her. She suddenly bucked her hips up, the front wheels of her bike coming up with her, to do a wheelie.

She revved her engine, flaunting the beauty of the lump of navy blue metal below her.

The night was young, so young hints of yellow, red and orange still remained scattered, mesmerisingly, throughout the sky.

The cotton candy clouds stood proudly, knowing there was an audience of humans that envied its beauty.

The sound of revving echoed behind her. Instantly knowing who it was, she rolled her eyes in annoyance and sped up holding a stern expression.

She felt the vibrations of the revving from behind her getting closer. She cursed under her breath, clenching her teeth.

Soon enough the neon green bike caught up, a little too close for comfort to the side of her precious bike.

a sharp corner was coming up and the neon bike was nearing closer and closer, dangerously closer.

“FUCK OFF LEE JENO!” She yelled, her blood boiling from just having to mention his name.

He smirked through his helmet, deliberately getting closer to anger her even more.

Being too focused on her temper, he didn’t even notice the sharp turn. Her bike swerved, quickly, scratching it by knocking him off of his.

The sound of metal scratching caused her to come to a halt. She hopped off of her bike, observing the damage. “For fucks sake..” she muttered, approaching the injured man, whose bike looked worse than him.

She straddled him lifting his helmet off with force. His face was untouched, for now.

“You little bitch! You scratched my bike!” She slapped him across the cheek. He winced at the stinging sensation.

“Is that all you got? a silly little bitch sla-“ Before he could finish, her knuckles met his nose, resulting in a familiar crimson liquid gushing out.

“Shit!” He cursed, holding his nose trying to prevent the blood from oozing out. She smirked, satisfied with her work. “Not so much of a silly little bitch slap anymore is it?”

She got up, hopping back onto her bike. “So you’re just going to leave me after doing that?!” He raised his voice. She scoffed “Well duh, What does it look like?”

“Come on, pretty please? just let me ride on the back of your bike, my bike is clearly fucked and so am I by the looks of things, i’m asking you as a friend, not as an oppone-“ She cut him off.

“Gosh you talk way too much, if I let you get on will you shut the fuck up.” He nodded, vigorously. She sighed. “Fine.”

He limped over to her bike, His leg clearly injured. He hopped on, wrapping his arms securely around her waist.

She gulped, feeling how close he was to her. His crotch was touching her bottom. This wasn’t supposed to feel inappropriate at all but to her it felt like it. There was too much sexual tension.

“Are you going to start riding or not?” He spoke, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. She began to move the bike, at last, snapping out of her, not so appropriate daydream.

She sped through the streets, passing the limit, using the speed to distract herself from the inappropriate thoughts, but nothing could erase them completely.

Little did she know the same thing was on his mind and had been for a very long time. He tried so hard not to think such unholy thoughts while her ass was forced against his almost erect cock.

He was trying so hard to hide it but how could he when her ass was pressed against it.

“Can we stop at my apartment? it’s just over there, I need to get my first aid kit.”

“Sure whatever.” She said focusing on the road.

Soon enough, she had reached the apartment complex. She stopped outside.

“You going or what?” She asked, with attitude. “Can you help me? I hurt my leg.” She sighed and got off her bike.

He put his arm over her shoulder resting on her as she struggled to help him walk into the apartment complex.

“You’re so heavy what the fuck?” She said, helping him into the elevator. “It’s muscle.” She rolled her eyes. “yeah yeah whatever.”

They reached his apartment and he put the key into his door, twisting it open. She helped him walk through the door, noticing how clean and luxurious his apartment was. He must’ve robbed a bank for that. There was even a beautiful view of the city. That must’ve been expensive.

She brought him to the sink so he could wash the dried blood from his nose.

After that, sat himself on the counter. “Can you grab the first aid kid from that drawer?” He pointed at the correct drawer and she opened it taking out the kit.

He lifted up the great cargos he was wearing, revealing an extremely bruised knee. “Be a dear and bandage it up for me?” He smiled, innocently.

She sighed. “For fucks sake fine but you owe me, got it?” He nodded.

she took out a long white bandage, kneeling in front of him. In a different context this would sound very unholy. She was almost face to face with his crotch, causing her cheeks to redden. She tried to ignore it, delicately wrapping the bandage around his knee. It looked like she knew what she was doing.

He was flustered, seeing her kneel down in front of him. All he could think of was how beautiful her lips would look wrapped around his dick. A bulge was growing in his pants.

She noticed it but she acted like she didn’t. she gulped, the sexual tension quickly building up.

She finished wrapping the bandage around his knee and got back up. “There, all done, we can go now.” She said, making her way to the door.

Before she could go any further, she felt a tight grasp around her wrist, halting her movement.

He pulled her back, grabbing her hips so she could stand in between his legs.

He grabbed her by the top of her shirt, smashing his lips against hers. In shock, she stood frozen. Eventually she began to move her lips in sync with his, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He slid himself off of the counter, his erection poking her lower stomach through his cargos.

He led her to the bedroom, not breaking away from the kiss. she pushed him down onto the bed, straddling him. She was just as needy as he was.

She rolled her hips against his clothed erection, letting out heavy breaths into the kiss as he let out small groans.

He switched their places, him now on top. He left gentle yet sloppy kisses down from her lips to her collar bones. “Let me know if you want me to stop.” He said. She nodded in reply. He then pulled her shirt off, her bra, hiding her breasts. He swiftly in clipped her bra, kissing down to her breast. He gently sucked her nipples, causing her to squirm and whimper under him. He went back to kissing her neck, sucking onto the skin, determined to leave a trail of purple mark.

Happy with his work of art, he moved down to her stomach, leaving delicate pecks. He took her sweatpants off, revealing a lacy thong. His eyes darkened in hunger as his mouth watered, anticipating his meal.

He pulled off her panties with his teeth. He then spat on her wet womanhood, making it easier for him to slide his long tongue through her folds. She wrapped her thighs around his head, keeping him in place.

He rapidly licked her clitoris, causing her to let out heavy breaths. She arched her back, her face contorting in pleasure. He stuck his tongue through her entrance, using his fingers to rub her clit.

“Fuck~” She moaned out, tightly gripping her bottom lip with her teeth.

He smirked against her, happy with the reaction he was getting. He moved his tongue in and out of her at a faster pace, his fingers rubbing her sensitive spot also moving faster.

He was good at what he was doing, too good. In fact, good would be an understatement.

Beads of sweat began to drip from her forehead and this was just the start.

He gave her womanhood one last gentle kiss before bringing himself back up to meet her other lips. He began to unbutton his cargos, pulling them down to his ankles.

He also threw his shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly toned abs with scars all over them, he was a criminal of course so it was expected.

She stared in awe at his body, wanting to devour it immediately.

She hastily switched them around, sitting on his clothed erection, it felt huge. She pulled his boxers down, his hard cock immediately bouncing out onto his stomach. As expected, it was huge with veins pulsing all the way up to the tip, where precum oozed out. It was not only long, but it was girthy too. It would definitely take some getting used to. She couldn’t even fully wrap her hand around it, it was that girthy.

She felt fearful yet anticipated at the same time. She knew she would be left bedridden the second he pulled out but she was so desperate to have him inside of her already.

“Like what you see, babe?” He said, snapping her out of her thoughts. She looked away, her cheeks reddening.

“If you like the way it looks now, then u would love the way it would look inside of you.” He smirked and with with she smashed her lips against his, tracing her fingers over his scars.

While kissing her, he grabbed an XL condom from his dresser, breaking away from the kiss, he used his teeth to rip open the packet, sliding the condom onto his length. He threw the packet in the bin, beside his bed, reconnecting their lips.

He bit her bottom lip, sliding his tongue into her mouth, hungrily. Their tongues clashed together at war.

Soon enough, she began to lower herself onto his length, sliding the tip in. She felt a breathy moan leave her lips, into the kiss, as she did so. She slid herself further and further onto him until he was fully inside of her. He let out a deep groan, feeling her tightness around his cock.

When she finally adjusted, she began to slowly move up and down, letting out ungodly sounds. The sounds leaving his mouth weren’t any better. He sounded like an angel but the reasons for those sounds weren’t holy.

She began to speed up, bouncing up and down on his length, loud moans passing through her lips.

“Fuck, you look so good bouncing on my dick like that~” He groaned, gripping her ass so hard it would probably leave marks.

He moved his hands to her hips, guiding her as she continued to roll her hips.

He switched them over, now it was him on top. He threw her legs over his head, ramming into her like she was the last human on Earth. He let out growls, hunger and lust consuming him.

The sound of skin clapping, moans and groans filled the room. The neighbours could probably hear it.

“You take me so well, baby~” He moaned out, his eyes rolling back. He felt her clench around him, knowing she was close.

“Cum for me, baby~” He spoke, thrusting a few more times until she creamed. The clenching causing him to release shortly after.

He pulled out, sliding the condom off, tying it and throwing it in the trash.

He plopped himself beside her, breathing heavily.

“I can’t believe we just did that.” She said, processing it.

“We should do it again sometime.” He flirted, looking her in the eyes, laying on his side.

“I don’t think so, pretty boy.”

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed my first post, please give me your opinions! criticism is okay!! and if you have any requests I would love to take them, thank you for reading!!

[lenreli]

Day 17 - Motorcycle

[AO3]

Hob can feel the wind in his face as he drives, the motorcycle purring under him as drives past a long stretch of road, grass eventually changing into trees and forests. Eventually, he stops, bike kickstand up as he leans against the bike, looking up at the sky, full of the Milky Way and stars. Looking back down, he stops fiddling with his leather gloves, seeing a streak of black ― and that the scenery has changed, a large looming mountain in the distance, with a huge castle on top. Ah, I’m dreaming, at that the world snaps into even more vivid colours around him, especially the blue of Dream’s eyes. “Dream?”

“Do you know how to ride a bike in the Waking World?” Dream tilts his head as he comes closer, and Hob blinks. 

“Of course. Got some of the first ones ever made, though they need to be repaired before I can use them now,” he says, shrugging as Dream’s hands go up to his chest ― and it’s only as he looks down, does he realise the pinstripe suit on him, which he remembers wearing many years ago, and looking at it again, he considers maybe buying a new one. “Is it the motorcycle or the suit?” He asks lightly, Dream’s piercing eyes still on his chest. 

“Yes,” Dream rumbles, stepping closer until Dream’s pressed into the front of him, making Hob gulp as he leans back against the bike more. Hob’s breath hitches as Dream’s fingers press into his chest, going down slowly as ― Dream does, and Hob’s eyes widen, letting out a choked sound as a pink tongue licks at the front of his cock.

Dream lets out a considering hum, and Hob wheezes as Dream sucks at his clothed cock, hard and leaking under the fabric, “Dream,” he rasps, one hand going to DReam’s wild hair, while the other clutches at the other’s shoulder. 

Leisurely, Dream pulls back, eyes as black and reflecting the Milky Way above them as his trousers are slowly ― so slowly, unbuckled and taken down, and Dream’s expression twitches into something more hungry as pale hands dig into his thighs. 

“So if I get out my bike, maybe get a new suit, will you―” his sentence is cut off as Dream swallows him down to the hilt, mouth hot and moaning around his dick, and Hob doesn’t think after.

[the-lord-of-the-things]

Riding the Rails

[one-time-i-dreamt]

There was a biker gang trying to find my brother, but instead of being on those motorbike things, they were just standing because apparently their leader didn't know how to ride one.

[motocrunch]

[gecedenbigozyasi]

Sizin uyumunuz şaka mı?

[veryskeletonbonkpurse]

[tinknevertalks]

Oooooh, just woke up from a dream where Sanctuary era Amanda Tapping was recording videos to covers she and her band had "updated" (they hadn't done anything much to them but that could be because my brain is not great with musical composition), and we were playing in a river... Then Amanda/Helen (it got a bit wiggy for a hot second coz dreaming) did a screamo version of I'm Just A Girl by No Doubt that was *chef's kiss* amazing. So I tell her, shaking her hand like, "That was fantastic, lemme shake your hand for a job well done!" And there might've been a hug? Anyways, out of nowhere comes this dude:

Wet, in a swimming cozzie speedo with goggles around his neck, kinda taking the piss outta me shaking hands/half hugging Amanda/Helen, but in a gentle way, and then he's taken my work badge, except it isn't *my* work badge, and he's all, "Can I change it to fit my character, la di da?" And I'm like, "It's my Teslen badge... I mean, my Magnus cosplay badge, so no." And then I woke up.

Amanda/Helen doing screamo though? Yas! She had The Power. It was epic.