#I bought a Harley davidson

[ijustwant2ride]

New Motorcycle: Cool or Crazy Decision

We bought a new motorcycle. A Harley Davidson road glide CVO.

So, did we do something cool or crazy? Let us know in the comments.

[dufrau]

Good news everybody my friend came over and relieved me of three pairs of boots! My boot collection is much more reasonable now and more importantly I am happy to send those boots off to a home where they will actually see some wear.

[wormtoxin]

i have this old pair of leather boots that are old as hell and beat to shit and falling apart and the leather is all scratched and the soles need to be reglued at the toes and the heels have holes in them because the rubber outsole is straight-up hollow so rainwater gets in them.....

im gonna keep them and fix them up lol

[btsgotjams27]

busted | jjk

Your husband comes home with a new gift and you’re not happy with it.

✨ title: busted | ✨ pairing: biker!jungkook x f!reader ✨ word count: 851 | ✨ rating: m/18+, minors dni ✨ genre/au: fluff, light smut (?) | parents, married ✨ warnings: language, jungkook is having a quarter-life crisis, mentions deceased parent (jungkook’s), they have two small children, jokes about cheating, kissing, groping, fingering, breeding kink(?), reader is turned on by jungkook’s outfit, allusions to sex ✨ a/n: i can't believe jungkook is giving us writers such good content. ily bby. i apologize to @bngtnbrat & @gguksflowers b/c i didn't give you what you actually wanted LOL. i got lazy and didn't want to write smut. don't hate me.

"And where did you come from?" you asked, eyeing your husband from head to toe. "And what are you wearing?"

Jungkook jumped back, doe eyes widened, clutching his chest when you turned on the entryway light. "Holy shit, babe–you scared me." He was dressed in black, not unusual for him - but it wasn't his everyday outfit. He donned a moto-style canvas jacket, skinny jeans, and boots.

You stood there with a deadpan expression, arms crossed, waiting for him to answer. You wanted to see how he'd get out of this one.

He looked at his outfit, confused about why you were fussing over it. He was trying to play it cool and keep his seventeen thousand dollar Harley Davidson purchase a secret. "Why aren't you asleep?" He deflected, evading your questions, and he would never hear the end of it now.

You took a step closer to him, squinting at the orange letters etched in his jacket. "Why does it say Harley Davidson on there?" You already knew what Jungkook was up to, but you needed him to verbalize it.

The low rumbling of a motorcycle could be heard from outside when you checked in on your baby boys. Wondering who the hell bought a bike in your neighborhood. Was it your obnoxious neighbor, Taehyung? Did he finally bite the bullet and make the purchase?

When you peeked through the blinds, a person on an all-black motorcycle was sitting in your driveway. Someone must be at the wrong house, you thought. They pulled off the matte black helmet, lightly ruffling their long, dark, wavy locks - revealing it was not a random stranger but your husband. 

Jungkook gently pushed himself off the bike and glanced at the darkened house in front of him. You quickly stepped away from the window, hoping he didn't see you. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and a deep sigh escaped. You told yourself that you wouldn't blow up on him.

Jungkook shrugged. "Just a jacket I bought," he said casually, brushing past you and setting down his backpack.

"Huh--" You turned to him. "Where's your helmet?"

Busted.

He stopped dead in his tracks, beating himself up because you caught him red-handed. Jungkook slowly turned to face you, guilt written all over his face. He knew he couldn't lie anymore. Scratching his temple while dodging your gaze, he muttered, "It's hidden in the bushes."

Taehyung left for the weekend and forgot to give Jungkook the code to his garage. That's where he's been storing his new purchase.

When the two of you started dating, he expressed that owning a motorcycle was a dream of his, but with getting married and having two small children under the age of five - it became a pipe dream. A van was more plausible, not a motorcycle. So Jungkook never brought it up again until his mother passed away. Then there was endless talk about buying his dream bike because life was too short to not buy things that made you happy.

It's not that you didn't want him to have one, you wanted him to have everything he could ever want, but again, the two of you were responsible for little humans now.

"Is that why you've been going out late at night? To ride your bike? Thought you were cheating on me." You were relieved when you discovered it was a bike, not another woman.

He lightly chuckled, holding his arms out for you, bringing you flush against his chest. "I could never cheat on you, baby. You're the only one I want, the only one I'd want to carry my babies," he grinned, peering down at you.

"Kook–don't," you whined when he groped your fleshy cheeks under your oversized shirt. "The kids are sleeping." He was shameless, really, and wanted to fuck you anytime, anywhere.

Was this his way of apologizing for the bike? Fucking you into oblivion?

He connected his mouth to yours, letting his warm tongue find yours. He smiled when he pulled away, causing you to whimper. "Then you gotta be quiet, don't you?"

You broke away from his embrace, playfully hitting him in the chest. "We need to talk about this, you know?" you grumbled. "You're not gonna get away with this."

He chuckled, leaning in and trailing kisses across your jaw, tugging you closer into his frame. "Not gonna get away with what? My bike or you?"

You mewled when his hand found its way into your underwear, lightly touching your already sensitive bud. "Your... bike," you stuttered, eyes fluttering shut at his touch. Jungkook's never been shy regarding affection; he'd always give you hugs and kisses, even with the kids around.

"Can we talk about it later?" he asked, giving open-mouth kisses along your neck, gripping your waist, pressing you against his hardened length.

You had to admit, you liked him in this outfit. Who knew you'd be so turned on by a stupid motorcycle jacket and skinny jeans? God--you're easy.

Jungkook started removing his jacket, but your hands stopped him. "This--stays on." He flashed a shit-eating grin. "Everything stays on."

✨ next ~ busted again

[hooked-on-elvis]

Elvis and the two sides of his personality in a picture -- the hot guy riding a Harley-Davidson bike and the tender young man holding a baby. Could he be anymore appealing to females? Oh, right... he was also a musician, a singer, with a wonderful personality to go with it... Funny, humble, attentive, affectionate, charming, gentle, sexy, generous, smart... the list goes on and on. His only fault was being just one. Sorry, I am overwhelmed and I had to put it out... this picture is just too meaningful. Like they say, "Elvis had everything".

The info on the pictures is below.

Memphis, Tennessee: Elvis with fans on his 1957 Harley-Davidson FLH Hydra-Glide which he bought in Memphis on November 1, 1956. Read more about this motorcycle of the King of Rock and Roll in scottymoore.net: 1957 Harley-Davidson FLH Hyrda-Glide.

[bratprincedyke]

pin badges update 🏴‍☠️⛓️

Pewter bat badge bought on eBay

Vers enamel pin from mrsethcorbin my bestie boy got me years ago

Butches do it better button badge gifted by Emilywithamstudio

Pewter sword badge bought on eBay

Labrys badge from gaystheword

Recreation of 1930s Harley Davidson tank badge from the Harley Davidson museum in Milwaukee

Medieval crown badge bought on eBay

I suck strap badge from sturgeons designs

Big safety pin belonged to my partner when he gifted me the jacket

Metal quarter badge bought at a gig at a local metal bar

[cod-dump]

This follows up with Ghost owning a motorcycle headcannon/ask

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Nothing Matters More

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Ghost had gotten a new bike. The bike itself wasn’t new, it was an older Harley Davidson. It was an absolutely beautiful black softail with yellow accents. Ghost was in love the moment he saw it.

He bought it not long after striking a deal with the previous owner, bringing it home. It was in amazingly condition and Ghost applauded the old man he bought it off of for how well he had taken cared of it. It only needed some minor maintenance.

He proudly showed it off to Soap when the man came to visit. He had been teaching Soap how to ride motorcycles and he had asked if he could take it for a ride. Ghost was hesitant but caved in when Soap gave him pout.

Ghost didn’t know why but he made sure Soap wore a helmet. Something in his gut told him to. And later he would understand why.

Soap said he was just going to ride to the corner store and back. Ghost told him he would be waiting. Once Soap disappeared down the road a horrible, gut-wrenching feeling came over him. He felt incredibly anxious and he didn’t know why. Then he got a call from Soap’s phone but it wasn’t Soap.

The moment he heard the word “accident” Ghost got in his car and took off down the road. A drunk driver had hit Soap and sent the man flying into the ground. Paramedics had Soap wrapped in a blanket, dazed with cuts all over him. Ghost caught a glimpse of the remains of the softail. He took one look at the mess before running to Soap. Soap saw him and started to cry.

“I’m so sorry… I didn’t see him-“

Ghost wrapped his arms around Soap, shushing him as the man leaned into him. One of the paramedics told him if Soap wasn’t wearing a helmet that he would’ve been dead. Ghost heaved out a heavy breath when he heard that.

Soap kept muttering apologies about Ghost’s bike. Ghost had to pull Soap away so he could have the man look him in the eye.

“I don’t give a fuck about the bike. You hear me? I rather that bike be totaled then lose you.”

Soap chokes out a sob and Ghost pulls him back to his chest. Ghost presses a kiss to his head, thanking whatever force told him to put a helmet on him.

[justme-1723]

Ray is wearing a vintage Harley Davidson shirt in that scene with Mew 🙃 (yes I know this because a family member of mine is a HD fanatic lol)

Harley Davidson as in the motorcycle? Sand rides a…

Nevermind. Ignore me. I’m sleep deprived and still not over this episode.

This means nothing at all. I’m sure Sand didn’t let him borrow it. Maybe Sand bought it for him while they were at that clothing shop in episode 5? No. Ray probably picked it out himself because it’s totally his style.

Right.

Anygay. He looks great in this fit though 🫣

[semiweirdshipper]

This is kind of a goofy vent post on the amount of BS going into making a Ghostface cosplay for ya'll. (You better know how much I love you 😑)

For the past three years, I have slowly and steadily been adding pieces to my absurdly overwhelming Ghostface cosplay. And now I've FINALLY got all the pieces together! Ughhhhhhhhhhh!

Here's what some of it looks like.

Like I said.... Overwhelming. And that's not even all of it! I left out the boots and jacket.

This cosplay is meant to be unique and fun. I've been wanting to do it literally for years. As you can see in the pictures, this outfit includes real weapons, a choker, leather gloves and harnesses- DO I SEEM LIKE THE TYPE OF PERSON TO WEAR A PHUCKIN' HARNESS?!?? (Again, the things I do for you... 😤)

I'm trying to make this a non-binary thing. Like so folks can view the cosplay as whatever character they want- Billy, Stu, Danny or whoever the heck they like most. I don't have the manliest body but I do think that the black clothing, jacket and knives will help add a sense of, I guess, intimidation to the outfit? I don't know. To add maximum non-binaryness, I even bought a booby-supressing-bra that's so tight that for every two minutes I wear it, five years is taken off my life, so yeah... The things I do for you..........!

I'm not gonna post the final cosplay pictures until Halloween. This entire outfit has cost me over $300, but I'm actually getting a lot of value out of the jacket and boots (the boots are really what cost me. They're Harley Davidsons). This is something I'm extremely anxious about but I really, really want to do it. I don't know if anyone will like it, but I'm having fun and the least I can do is hope that some of my viewers will find it entertaining as well.

Until Halloween, my pretties!

[formlines]

Westcoast Rider

Roy Henry Vickers

from the website: Motorcycles have been a part of my life since I was seventeen years old. I learned to ride on a Honda and then bought a BSA 250 single. After a number of falls with the Beeser, I heard that there was a new bike out. I went and looked at a 250 Yamaha DT1 and bought it. I then spent hundreds of hours in the bush and on logging roads and power-line access roads.

I progressed to the point of racing in cross-country events around British Columbia. The downside of racing is that you are quite likely to get hurt and I did. I then bought a Trials bike just to keep in touch with riding and the wide-open spaces that I love so much. I rode the back roads around Tofino with a backpacker's fishing rod for those times when I stopped beside a river or creek.

My riding life changed forever in 1995 with my involvement with Trev Deely Motorcycles and my first ride on a Harley-Davidson. I have since had two different bikes, and am looking forward to a new one this year which will involve some custom work and eagles.

I believe that the motorcycle rider in me is a fulfillment of the horseback rider. A Harley-Davidson is easier to keep and look after than a horse, and I can still experience the wide-open country that I love as a Westcoast Rider.

-Roy Henry Vickers, May 1998

[finallydelight]

can we get a maya and jk chapter or like drabble? like cute moments btw them or like them just hanging out, or like him and her w his members, they’ve seem to have a fun dynamic

Surprise, Babe | Maya Chapter

authors’s note: hi! ever since I found out that jk has a harley davidson, I haven’t been able to think about anything else 😵 so I hope you enjoy this! let me know what you think of it, feedback is always greatly appreciated! 🫶🥹

November, 2022

''You know I don't like surprises, Guk.'' Jieun's whiny voice echoed through the private garage of Jungkook's apartment complex.

Her boyfriend giggled, guiding her to the right place as his hands covered her eyes. ''I know, but it's amusing seeing you like this.''

Jieun had been patiently waiting in Jungkook's apartment for him to come back home from schedules. Once he arrived, she wanted to give him a hug and a kiss, but he immediately covered her eyes and told her he had a surprise for her downstairs.

''Alright, here we are! Are you ready, babe?'' Jungkook asked her, his voice a bit higher due to the excitement of the surprise.

''No.''

''Love your enthusiasm!''

His hands disappeared before her eyes and she was me with a Harley Davidson parked next to her car. Jieun frowned her eyebrows, confused as to what it was doing there. ''A motorcycle?''

''It's mine!'' He exclaimed, swinging an arm around her, bringing her closer to the motorcycle. ''It's big, isn't it?'' Jungkook admired the machine.

Jieun's eyes slowly moved from the Harley to her boyfriend, still confused as to how this was a surprise for her. ''So you bought a motorcycle for yourself and somehow this is a surprise for me?''

''Remember we were watching that movie about two weeks ago and the lead guy was riding a motorcycle and Nayeon-noona said he looked cool, and you agreed with her?'' He explained to her, reminding her of their hangout at Jieun's dorm with Nayeon and Momo.

She nodded. ''Yes, I do.''

''Well, the next day, I did some research and I found that you need a certain licence to drive one of these,'' he pointed at the machine, ''so, I went to a nearby driving academy, and I took this 3-day training program and I had to do this test at the end of it, and I got a perfect score.'' He rambled on, seemingly not taking one breath.

To say she was speechless, was truly an understatement.

''So what you're saying is that you spent 3 days studying and training to get your motorcycle licence, because I agreed with someone that it looked cool in a movie?'' Jieun summarised, wanting to make sure she heard everything right.

Jungkook nodded, not seeing what the big deal was. ''Yeah, why?''

Jieun moved Jungkook's arm, so he wasn't holding her anymore. She moved both her hands around his waist, pulling him closer to her. Her touch gave him goosebumps as they itched closer to one another.

Her left hand moved from his waist to his neck, bringing his head slightly down to hers. ''You're fucking unbelievable.'' She murmured, before putting her lips against his.

She could feel Jungkook smiling into the kiss, happy that she liked the surprise. He momentarily broke the soft kiss, whispering a gentle ''Don't you think it's kinda hot?'' He smirked, raising one eyebrow.

Jieun mirrored his smirk, cupping his face. ''Yeah, it's gonna be really hot when I get a call that you're laying in the hospital because of that thing.''

''Ji, I'm really good, you know? My instructor said it doesn't happen a lot that his students get a perfect score,'' Jungkook told her, proudly padding his own chest, ''and you know, if it's late at night-''

''I'm not getting on that thing with you.'' Jieun concluded, already knowing where he was going with that sentence.

Jungkook groaned. ''Please, just one time! I really want to experience it.'' He complained, a pout forming on his face.

''Oh, honey,'' Jieun caressed his cheek, ''then maybe ask your other girlfriend, I'm sure she would love it.'' He chuckled at her words. ''I already asked her, but she's very busy these days.''

''How about once you're completely comfortable with the Harley, we take a little ride around the city?'' She suggested with a soft smile on her face and a slight tilt of the head. Jungkook planted a kiss on her forehead. ''Alright, I can't wait.''

''Let's go back upstairs again, eh?'' Jieun told him, grabbing his hand.

''Oh babe, you don't have to worry about people seeing us in here, it's a closed space.'' Jungkook assured her, wrapping his arms around her.

''Oh no, it's just that I had put some snacks on the low coffee table and Bam is alone in the apartment right now.''

Taglist: @stopeatread @sakuurra @seongwhaffels @cosmicwintr

[sadadaptive-daydreaming]

Baby on the way | Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2k +

Summary: Being pregnant with Steve’s child hasn't halted your need for him, in fact it's only made it stronger. But Steve isn't so on board with the idea of getting intimate until you convince him otherwise ;)

Warning: 18+ Fluffy, light smut. Intimacy during pregnancy. (Everything described/implied in this oneshot is consensual.)

He couldn't wait to go home. He couldn't wait to see you. And yet, much like all day, another impromptu meeting was hindering him from driving to the Brooklyn apartment you had bought together and spending the evening with you.

“Mr. Rogers, you’re needed in conference room two.”

The words suffocated him as they swarmed about the tiny boxed-in cubicle he had wandered into following what he had hoped would be his last summit for the day.

When the words stopped ringing in his ears, he searched for their owner and met the eyes of a fiery red head who stood in the doorway of the makeshift office.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t,” Steve said, shrugging his blazer onto his body and when it was fitted to him properly, he adjusted his blue tie.

His blunt response had procured a look of confusion from the woman who just so happened to be the assistant of Thaddeus Ross, the US Secretary of State. But Ross was much more than just his title. He was in fact the driving force behind pushing Steve and the rest of the Avengers to sign the Sokovia Accords—an agreement that would see enhanced individuals governed by the United Nations.

Steve understood the urgency of taking responsibility for one’s actions, he was never in dispute of that. This was largely the only reason he was willing to hear out the UN’s proposal for governance, but he was nowhere ready to sign a contract without understanding what sovereignty he and his fellow Avengers would lose in the process.

And so all day, he was in meeting after meeting listening to UN officials coax him into signing his name on the same dotted line—each discussion more sugar coated than the last. Now that the clock had finally struck 5pm, he was ready for it all to end for the day. He was willing to come back tomorrow and acquire more information, but he couldn’t listen to another word when his brain was full of you.

Being Captain America wasn’t a responsibility he took lightly. Using his strength, agility and courageousness was a choice he made every day. It was a commitment that overwhelmed the majority of his time. He didn't have time for himself. He didn't have time for friends. He especially didn't have time for relationships. But that all changed when he met you.

“But sir,” Ross’ assistant began again, her long ginger curls swaying as she shook her head. “Mr. Stark will be attending the conference as well.”

This made Steve laugh. It erupted loudly from his stomach.

“I’m sure Tony won’t need me there,” he sneered.

And it was true, he didn’t. Tony had already made up his mind about obtaining accountability for the actions of the Avengers, and the Vienna bombing at a UN ceremony that killed twelve people, including T’Chaka, the former King of Wakanda, only solidified his stance.

“He does,” she reassured as Steve began to walk towards her in an attempt to slip right past her and out of the office.

Steve shrugged. “Well he'll have to do without me this evening.”

And then he was off, leaving her in the distance as he walked his way through the New York UN building until he found his Harley-Davidson parked outside.

He mounted the bike and turned it on, a loud purr notifying anyone in the parking lot that he was leaving. With one hand pulling at the throttle and the other adjusting the motorcycle’s small circular mirror, Steve began his journey home to you.

⍟ ⍟ ⍟

There wasn't enough time in the day to go to work, grade a month’s worth of assignments, prep lessons for the rest of the working week and then come home and make your husband a five-course meal. It just couldn't happen, and so as you stood in line waiting for your order of Chinese takeout, you hoped Steve would be alright with yet another dinner picked up on your way home from Midwood High School.

The first year of your marriage had been full of home-cooked meals prepared with enough love to drown cupid. But as you transitioned from a middle school teacher to a high school English instructor and Steve found himself wrapped up in conflict after conflict, neither of you had time for cooking by your third year wed. But that didn't mean you two still couldn't squeeze in a moment of your busy lives for each other.

As you finally reached your apartment after a long walk from Panda Express, the food gripped tightly to your side, you had half expected your home to be filled with the clanging of plates and cutlery as Steve set the dining table in anticipation of your arrival. But when you pushed open your front door, only silence greeted you.

“Steve?” you called out.

And when no response returned, you set the takeout on the kitchen island and walked over to the landline, the answering machine blinking brightly. With a quick press of the play button, Steve’s voice as sultry as ever filled the small room, honking cars sounding all around him.

“Hi honey, it's me. I'm stuck on the FDR parkway and I'm going to be home late. I should have left work earlier but I've had one of those days. I'll tell you all about it when I get home. I love you.”

A soft click chimed and then his voice was gone.

“Oh Steve, again?” you whispered to yourself.

You knew what you were getting yourself into by marrying the Captain America, and yet nothing could have prepared you for all the nights spent completely alone and the nonstop worrying while Steve was off fighting yet another outer-worldly threat to humanity. You couldn't fault him for putting his duty to protecting others first—that was just the kind of man he was, and it was one of the many reasons you married him in the first place.

But still you couldn’t hide your disappointment as you watched his dinner go cold or went through celebratory moments by yourself. Finding out you were a few weeks pregnant should have been the happiest day of your life, but instead it was as isolating as ever with Steve away in Austria and it broke your heart to deliver the news to him over the phone. He couldn’t kiss you, caress you, or even rub his hand along your belly, feeling the spot that would house his child for nine months. But he was home now, and being an hour late was far better than being oceans away.

Even though you had a long work day, you still wanted to make tonight special. It wasn't an anniversary; you didn't have any more surprising news to share. Today was a typical spring day, but whenever Steve was in town, you cherished every waking moment together.

You kept the takeout warm in the bag as you set the table for two. The small dining room just off of the even smaller kitchen oozed sensualness as you lit an array of white tea candles scattered around the porcelain dinnerware. Once all was to your taste, you headed to the master bedroom.

If you were going to put in this much effort into an improvised dinner date, you might as well dress the part too. You scoured through your closet looking for the scarlet V-neck dress you had worn on only one other occasion—you’re second date with Steve to a winery. When you finally located it, you undressed before your full-length mirror examining your growing belly in the reflection. In less than five months, you would be holding your newborn who was now just about the size of an avocado in your belly. You gave your stomach one last rub before slipping the dress on, and to your surprise, it fit right over your growing bump. You didn’t appreciate it then, but now you were oh-so-grateful for the dress’ stretchy fabric.

You did your best to zip the back up as far as you could. Then you departed back to the kitchen and waited for Steve.

⍟ ⍟ ⍟

After being stuck in traffic for what felt like hours, Steve was finally home. He set his keys on the entryway console table and took off his shoes.

“Honey!” he called to you. “Are you around?”

He was still upset from his work day as he looked up and undid the top button of his white dress shirt, then he loosened his tie. But that all changed as you walked into the tiny foyer of your apartment that just had enough room for the two of you.

“Wow.”

That was all Steve could say as he took you in top to bottom.

He stammered, “you look—”

It brought butterflies to your stomach knowing that you could still make him speechless even after all this time.

“Pregnant,” you finished for him.

He laughed and then shook his head.

“I was going to say beautiful.”

You could feel your cheeks flush as Steve moved towards you. And with one swift movement, he had pulled you into him, his muscular arms wrapped around you.

“I've wanted to do this all day,” he whispered.

As he spoke, you could feel his chest vibrate against your cheek where your head was resting. If he could hold you like this forever, you would die happy.

He loosened his hold around you and took a step back.

“What?” you questioned, searching as far into his deep blue eyes as they'd allow.

He positioned his hand under your face and pushed your chin up.

“And I've wanted to do this,” he said before planting his lips on yours.

It was sweet and gentle. No matter how many times you kissed him, each felt like the very first time. He made you helplessly giddy and when his hands explored your body, he sent shivers down every last inch of your body.

“Steve...” you breathed into his mouth, gasping for air.

You could feel him smile against your lips. He loved when he got you all hot and bothered.

“Shh,” he mouthed, silencing you back into submission, back to mingling your tongue with his.

And for a while it worked until you pulled away.

“Steve,” you stammered between uneven breaths, “I've gotten Chinese takeout for us.”

He grinned at how flustered he had made you.

You continued after another deep breath, “It's already cold.”

He tugged you back into his chest and held you there.

“Well it'll just have to stay cold,” he teased, his breath hot against the top of your head. “I'm not finished with you yet.”

If his voice was tangible it would have stripped you of your clothes right then and there. Steve was so effortlessly sensual it was surprising that you were able to get anything done around him. How could you not want to jump his bones all day every day when he looked so good and said all the right things? The answer was simple: you couldn't.

You loosened yourself from Steve’s strong grip. Then you reached for his hand, pulling him along with you through your apartment’s main hallway towards your bedroom.

When you walked through the doorway you didn’t need to say anything, you both knew what was about to go down.

You stood in front of your bed, your back towards him.

“Unzip me,” you whispered and Steve was happy to oblige.

He moved slow. One hand pulled down the zipper as far as it could, the other was planted on your hip. He placed kisses on the back of your neck, working his way down your spine. As goosebumps prickled at your skin, he helped you step out of the red fabric. Completely exposed, he spun you around so he could take in your bare front.

“God you're beautiful,” he gushed, his eyes trailing over every inch of you.

Then he bent down on his knees so that he was eye-level to your stomach. He placed both of his palms against your belly, his hands warm against your skin.

“I hope they look just like you,” Steve whispered.

You snaked your hands through his hair and smiled down at him.

“Oh Steve.” His name poured off your lips slowly, the way honey oozes from a spoon.

And that was enough to make his eyes haze over with desire. He wanted you right here, right now and you'd be lying to yourself if you said you weren't craving the same.

You pulled at Steve’s biceps, urging him to stand back up. And when he had done so, you got to work unbuttoning his dress shirt as he yanked off his tie. Your hands ran up and down his exposed chest, tracing over every dip and crevice of his muscular upper half. Once they brushed upon the top of his pants, you maintained eye contact with him as you began toying with his belt, teasing him.

“Y/n...” he groaned. He hated when you made him wait.

“Is this what you want?” you teased, fondling his large buldge begging to burst through his pants.

He sighed loudly and you took it as a yes.

After undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his pants, you reached your hand deep into his boxers. You had Steve growling your name as your worked him to a point of no return. Over and over, he threw his head back and you smiled at your handiwork. But before he could reach his end, he grabbed at your hand.

“On the bed,” he demanded.

His voice was far to stern and salacious to not obey and so you found yourself mounting the mattress with haste, your back tingling at the contact of the cold sheets.

It didn't take him long to spread you open and give his full attention to your most intimate parts. He had you screaming his name as he kissed in between your thighs, his tongue brushing all the right spots.

When you finally dug your fingers into his dirty blonde strands, pulling him closer to where you needed him to be, he decided that it was time to quit before he lacked the strength to control himself. Steve was the definition of self-restraint but around you, composure flew out the window.

“Noooo,” you pouted, “don't stop.”

Steve shook his head and then stood up, taking a step from the bed. If he could put some distance between you and him, he might just be able to hold out.

You sat upright and reached for his hand. “I need you.”

“I can't,” he protested, shaking his hand free of yours. “I'm going to hurt you.”

You stood and moved towards him, pressing your front against his.

“You won't,” you assured.

Steve glared down at your belly and like a lightbulb sparking to life above your head, you finally realized where his hesitation was stemming from.

You brushed your hand against his arm.

“You won't hurt the baby either, Steve.”

He shook his head again, that was all he could think to do.

“We just have to go slow and be gentle,” you said.

The thought of him slowly pumping into you brought chills to your skin. You wanted him so bad you could barely contain it anymore.

“But you know I can't do that,” he answered.

“Steve!”

“I’m sorry.”

And he was, truly. He couldn't live with himself if he hurt you or the baby.

“Babe, I promise you we'll be fine,” you protested.

“How do you know that?” he questioned.

You grabbed both of his hands and positioned them on your protruding bump.

“Because I know you couldn't hurt us even if you tried,” you said.

Steve’s gaze was fixed on your stomach, he couldn't focus on anything else.

“But if you don't want to do it, you don't have to,” you continued, caressing his cheek in your hand. “Steve, we can wait. I promise I won't be upset.”

Finally, he eyes shifted from your belly and trailed up to your face. Something had shifted in him and his gorgeously lustful look returned.

“If you feel even the slightest bit of discomfort, you have to tell me. Deal?” he propositioned, wrapping his hands around your waist.

You stretched as tall as you could reach on your tippy-toes and kissed him softly.

“Deal,” you smiled into his lips.

Steve walked you backwards until your legs hit the front of the mattress. Then he gently lifted you up and lowered you carefully onto the bed. Your stomach performed a routine of backflips as you watched him lick his hand and then stroke it on himself. He positioned his pelvis at your entrance and with the smallest of thrusts, he was inside you.

You both sighed instantly at the friction.

“Is this okay?” he asked, maintaining a slow pace.

“Perfect...” you moaned, gripping at the bedsheets to either side of your hands.

You two continued in this gentle rhythm together, working each other’s body until all that was left was pure bliss. Steve was doing his best to control himself, so much so that you could feel him clenching inside you as you straddled him. That couldn't have been pleasurable you rationed and though your body said otherwise, you forced yourself to roll off of him.

“What's wrong?” he asked in a panic. “I knew I was going to hurt you.”

You rested down beside him. And once you were comfortable, you began massaging his chest slowly to calm him.

“You didn't baby,” you assured. Then you sighed, “I'm the one hurting you.”

Steve rolled onto his side to meet you face to face.

“You haven't,” he said. “How could you hurt me?”

If he weren't Captain freakin’ America, you would have been offended by such a statement. The man you were just atop of was practically invincible, and yet he was exhausting himself in an effort to not knock the wind right out of you.

“I’m making you strain yourself and I don't want that,” you sighed. “Let me just help you finish.”

Before he could protest, you dove towards his groin and took him all in. His body twitched at the sensation and you grinned in satisfaction. You bunched your hair into a ponytail and motioned him to take it. Without hesitation, he did, guiding you until he was cursing profanities.

When you could finally speak again, you teased him. “Language, Mr. Rogers, language.”

“I would mind my language if I could,” he answered, nearly breathless.

“Was I that good?” you taunted.

He swung his arms towards the headrest and propped his hands under his head. “Hell yes.”

“Steve!” you laughed, “you've become a full on potty-mouth.”

You rolled onto your side and gazed at his side profile as he laughed along with you. You couldn't help but admire how perfect he looked when he was his most candid self. If father time would let you, you could stay right here and stare at him for the rest of infinity.

“Should we go eat now,” Steve smirked, halting your fantasies. “Or would you like to stare at me some more?”

Of course, you denied his accusation. “I was not starring, Steve.”

But that was as far from the truth as humanly possible. You couldn’t help but stare at him in amazement that he was all yours, and when you brought your little bundle of joy into the world, you had no doubt that you would fell just the same towards them.

[jettacar]

Custom 2000 Ford F-150 Harley Davidson Super Cab

tried my best to recreate my dad's custom truck from when i was a kid! mods that i know of included: -SVT Supercharger -Air Suspension -Mystichrome Paint, a fade to a light sky blue on the top, with tribals in between -Side Exit Boom Tubes he sold the truck around 2006, so i don't have a ton of recollection of it. all he had on hand were the original photos of when he bought it new. i'm really happy to help image this truck out again!

[flamejob]

sad bc i thrifted this insanely cute vintage harley davidson bag maybe the most perfect purse I've ever seen but the faux leather straps and accents are peeling and no advice online is helpful it's just like haha fool you bought faux leather like not by choice bitch

[jordanianroyals]

King Abdullah II, along with his family, is spending his summer holiday in the U.S. as he posed with a restaurant owner in Carmel-by-the-Sea, California on 9 July 2023. The royals were treated pancakes, a treat on the house, Katy's Place, where the king had eaten twice before.

Randy Bernett, owner of the Carmel brunch spot, Katy’s Place, was expecting a normal Sunday breakfast rush when he was surprised to see an old friend walk through the doors – the King of Jordan Abdullah II bin Al-Hussein.

“When he came in, he was the last one in and I thought, ‘my God, he’s back!’” said Bernett. “I had to look twice because he is 15 years older – so am I.”

The king’s recent visit marks the third time Jordan’s head of state has dined at Katy’s Place. Bernett said the last time King Abdullah visited his restaurant was nearly 15 years ago, when he pulled up in a Harley Davidson with a group of friends and royal security.

“The second time, he was back on again on his Harley,” Bernett said. “(This) time, he was there with his family, his kids, all on BMW motorcycles.”

An avid motorcycle fan, King Abdullah was likely in town for the MotoAmerica Superbike Championship at Laguna Seca Raceway over the weekend.

Following suit with his previous visits, King Abdullah ordered pancakes. But his breakfast was on the house, as Bernett said he bought the king and his family their meal.

“I (am) very appreciative of all the good work he’s done to keep the peace in the Middle East and to provide a shelter for so many refugees,” Bernett added.

King Abdullah met with President Biden and congressional leaders in February to discuss the Israel-Palenstinian conflict in Jerusalem and to thank them for U.S. financial aid.

Bernett admitted that he has “no idea” why the king is so fond of Katy’s Place, but said it may have something to do with the relaxed atmosphere and low-profile he is able to enjoy while dining.

“He’s just one of our customers and we don’t treat him any differently,” Bernett said. “He’s spent a lot of time in this country and I think he likes our countrymen and he likes our informal way of being. I think he prefers it to all the confident pageantry of being treated like a king.”

Bernett said the king was casually dressed in a T-shirt and had left his motorcycle leathers outside with his bike.

When Bernett bid King Abdullah goodbye, he said the king gave him a special forces knife designed for his royal Jordanian special forces.

Bernett got a photo with the restaurant’s royal regular before the king rode off and said diners might one day see the photo added to the wall decor of Katy’s Place.

“I like the man very much. (He’s) very warm and friendly and recognized me from the distant past,” Bernett said. “I’ve been the owner of Katy’s now for 34 years, so I do remember people, but I certainly remember the first head of state to visit my restaurant.” (x)

[abdulraveman]

Nishikido Ryo × Cookie!

Hitotoki Kyuukei-Shitsu 2023.12.15 part 1

Nishikido Ryo & comedian Cookie! sat down for a casual chat for "Hitotoki kyuukei-shitsu" on Japan Tobacco's official YouTube where they talked about SNS, hobbies, opinions on work etc.

link to part 2 —

Translation below:

Ryo immediately recognise cookie’s jacket is from Lewis as he used to go there often.

Ryo is a regular viewer of Cookies channel, because they have similar interests & hobbies.

Ryo owns 2 Harley Davidson motorcycles (one of which is an old Knucklehead bike which was his first bike he ever bought) & one vespa.

Ryo’s father loves motorcycles. He bought his dad a Harley for his 50th birthday. He wanted to ride motorbikes with his dad, so he got himself a heavy motorcycle license.

When asked if he achieved his dream to ride alongside his dad, Ryo said he did! And he done it several times already. ·Cookie is asked if his dad still rides motorbikes, ryo said yes & he's still healthy. cookie joked it would be awkward if ryo said his dad had died lol · Cookie wants to exchange contacts with Ryo and Ryo said he would love to.

When Ryo first opened his Instagram, Cookie was one of his first followers. When Ryo asked why, cookie said there’s no way he wouldn’t follow Ryo. Ryo in the beginning cookie used to like all his photos but hasn’t done so recently. Cookie said it’s because Ryo doesn’t update his Instagram much anymore LOL. He also asked Ryo if the reason he doesn’t update is because he’s bored of ig. Ryo said no, it was because he didn’t know what to post, so there were fewer updates. Ryo said he regularly watches cookie’s ig reels despite rarely updating his ig. Cookie said he because of his daughter he mostly posts videos bc that's the only thing she will watch. Ryo said he watches all his ig reels and thought cookie must be really energetic & free to edit all his videos. Cookie got embarrassed lol 

Ryo's hobbies. Ryo said "I think I do more work (vs. time spent on hobbies). My hobbies are also things that lead to work. I was very into golf for a while & played it a lot. I also surf, snowboard... I dabble in skateboarding & occasionally do kickboxing." Ryo added that both golf & surfing are similar in regards to waking up early. Cookie said he should take up golf, but he doesn't have the "sticks," lol. Ryo then invited him to golf & he will also provide the "clubs"