#blond biker

[motocrunch]

[nekfores]

I made my personal biker oc bc I love woman bikers in black latex costume! Her name is Mida and she is my first aroace woman among all woman oc!

[love-pinups]

Barbara Eden on a bike! Now, if she was only in her Jeannie costume!!!

[roughridingrednecks]

TJ

[topnotchquark]

Casey vs Marc

literally literALLY LITERALLY!!!!!!!!

[sapphosdesires]

What was she doing? This outwardly happily married respectable family woman, married to a white supremacy Republican Senator, out late at night, being picked up by black biker lesbian chicks and taken back to some downtown apartment to be fucked with an enormous strap until dawn. A scandal in the making.

[sfde8871]

[misssmayhem]

horny for some hand holding today, i'm a slut, what can i say

[motocrunch]

Sunshine mixed with a little hurricane

[robinpics]

Bikers

[wickedlegs]

Golden summer tan.

[roughridingrednecks]

[ai-satin-chic]

"What do you mean? This *is* my biker gear".

[sapphosdesires]

They held their own amongst the male dominated Hells Angels, and woe betide any unsuspecting female hanger-on they took a fancy to.

[thighguys]

okay so... i accidentally just wrote like 1000 words in the past 20 minutes and im basically done with my fic for the phandom giveaway... its a drabble where phil buys a motorcycle. im lowkey really nervous about it so would a few people like to beta/critique me?? i literally cant tell if it fucking sucks or not so i would be forever grateful lmao, this is my first time writing smth to actually share with people. also idk how to end it really lol so suggestions there would also be appreciated? thank you guys sooooo much i love you forever 👍🙏🙏💖💖

[jakes3resin]

A/B/O Stalag Arc Snippet in Gale POV 🧡

This has taken a hot minute, but I'm finally at a place in my writing to release snippets and hopefully the first chapter!

(If you don't know what this is read these)

The bruises were fading, and his voice came back before it became a burden. But still, he didn't say much. Let what little he said matter like he always had.

The boys all liked to sit around share their stories, their scents sharp with fear and grief so potent it clogged the rooms despite the drafts, and Buck knew it was calming, near therapeutic for them when every night more than one man woke from nightmares and liberation felt so far away. But it wasn't for him. The words weren't what mattered to him.

Benny had talked to a few others about their capture, this Buck knew, but he hadn't. Didn't want to after getting dumped here. It was enough in his head to live it once. He didn't want to live it again here where every day more men stumbled in, more men with tales of mobs and beatings, scents filled with pain and death.

The Germans weren't what scared him. No, the Germans were just like any other dark cloud Buck had the misfortune to live under his whole life. What truly scared him, what gripped his soul in immeasurable fear was the thought of John.

His John alone out there.

John's never been alone, not since they'd met. It'd been the one promise Gale had made before accepting the name Buck. John Clarence "Bucky" Egan was never going to be alone not so long as there was breath in Buck's lungs. Buck had placed himself right at his John's side, and neither heaven nor hell could pull him away. Sure, there'd been moments where they'd gone down different paths, John leaving for England or training for a few weeks at a different base, but their paths always came back together a short while later. They ran parallel, not apart. Never apart.

Buck wasn't sure how he was going to keep that promise here. Air flowed easily into his chest again, but without his consent, his promise looked broken.

Buck's always made sure John knew he wasn't alone, left enough of himself with the other that it wasn't a goodbye but simply a see you soon, see you again, be with you as fast as I can.

An I love you said in matched footsteps and shared promotions.