BIKER!GHOST and BIKER!READER who met at the gas station while they were filling up their tanks. BIKER!GHOST who never met a female rider before and was surprised to see how skillful she was.
BIKER!READER and BIKER!GHOST who kept running into each other after their first meeting. maybe it was because they both wanted to see each other again or maybe it was the universe pushing them together regardless of their wants or desires.
BIKER!GHOST who asked her out on a date in the form of suggesting they race past midnight. BIKER!READER who agreed and won.
BIKER!GHOST AND BIKER!READER who become best friends. the adrenaline of having found someone on their level resulting in the most delicious sex they've ever had. both of them taking turns fucking each other on their bikes, sometimes forgetting to take their helmets off.
Tags: Rumi x Reader, tattoos mentions, Biker!Reader, tattooed reader, F/GN!Reader
Reader who is just a semi-popular YouTuber known for making videos about motorcycles. Sometimes the videos are just for aura farming with badass shots, sometimes it’s just a casual drive around the city.
Your channel has a decent following, but it’s not especially big. You are hardly a big enough social media presence to wind up on the radar of anyone important, anyone famous.
Imagine your surprise when one of of your biggest fans on your channel happens to be one of the biggest popstars out there.
Rumi found your channel by chance a few years ago, when you were still getting started. She’d started watching because the motorcycle tricks were cool.
She continued watching because you were cool.
No, Mira, she does not have a crush on you, she just thinks you’re pretty cool, and really pretty, and you look incredibly attractive in that leather jacket. But when you take that jacket off? Arms like yours should be criminal. Don’t get her started on the tattoos—Zoey, stop it, it’s not a crush!
Needless to say, when Huntrix started production on a series of music videos for a new album that had a motorcycle motif to it, Rumi had been quick to suggest you as one of the stunt doubles.
It was less a suggestion and more of a polite demand.
So now you get to play Rumi’s stunt double during filming. It’s an interesting turn in your life, but not unwelcome.
She insists on spending time with you during those weeks of filming. It’s all for professional work reasons, she swears. You’re her stunt double and so it’s important the two of you get to know each other.
Taking you out for coffee and or inviting you out for dinner is also for totally professional and work reasons only. No ulterior, crush related motives here.
You were charming, dashing even, on video. But getting to spend time with you for real, getting to actually know you? Rumi stood no chance.
Honestly, it doesn’t take long for you to fall for her, either. She’s Rumi. How can someone spend time with her not fall in love?
Several agonizing weeks of two idiots blatantly pining for each other but not wanting to overstep boundaries. Everyone on set can see what’s going on, you two aren’t subtle at all.
On one of your totally not a date coffee outings, it started raining so you gave Rumi your leather jacket to keep her warm.
She’s goes to sleep hugging that jacket every night, now, poor girl has it bad.
You took her for a ride on your bike on evening. Just to get out of the city so you could see the sunset and stars. Suddenly Rumi understood the inherent romanticism of long drives.
After a month, filming is done and you’re set to go back home, back to your usual daily life without the chaos of the pop star world.
Before you can leave, Rumi pulls you into an empty room because you’ve both been dancing around your feelings for each other for a month, it’s time to woman up and talk.
And maybe make out a little.
Okay, more than a little.
Needless to say; when you head out you’ve got lipstick marks on your face, and the promise of a proper date once your schedules next align.
part 2! of reader who likes bikes more than the biker
i need a shorter title lol
you end up accepting his request (he begged on his knees in front of the bike) to go out on a date with him, purely because that was embarrassing, people at the gas station were watching you two, and because you love his bike so much you want to be with it more and take more pics and videos
he tells you where to meet up, offers to pick you up with his bike since you loved it so much, only for you to say no, saying you have your own personal ride
he’s pouting all the way back home, thinking that maybe you don’t want to ride with him? is he that much not your type? or well maybe you don’t trust him with your life, bikes are pretty scary from that point of view
he keeps thinking about it, mind swirling with thoughts about your denial while he waits for you at the nice spot he told you about, only to be left shocked when you come up with your own bike, almost as beautiful as his, personalized with colors and swirls and- are those LED lights on your wheels?
he’s hard immediately, having to adjust himself quickly while you turn off your bike and step down, you look so hot with your bike gear and the helmet, and when you take it off you have a black balaclava covering your face and hair and he’s even harder
you two enter the restaurant, if only for him excusing himself to the bathroom and fix his hard on, he’s in and out of the bathroom, not wanting to make you wait any more
when he sits down in front of you he expects to be talking about himself, only, you end up switching the conversation to his bike, completely uncaring of him, his likes or dislikes, you completely discard him and throw questions about the bike
he reluctantly answers you, mentioning the horsepower and the different upgrades he got on it, and you seem so happy that’s the only thing that keeps him from switching to another topic
by the end of your date he’s almost angry at his bike, thoughts about just selling the piece of metal because you liked it more than him, he’s half heartbroken but you’re so hot and you like his bike, so maybe one day you’ll like him too?
About: you had grown up with the Cameron’s. Your families were close. Reason why? Your dad and Ward were the original leaders of Sons of Anarchy. The motorbike gang thrived. When you were seventeen. Your dad had died while out attending business for the gang. You wanted to carry his legacy. But Ward, Topper’s dad and Kelce’s dad stepped down. They said it wasn’t the same without your father, which was true. So you four (you, Rafe, Kelce and Topper) joined the gang making it yours. Rafe and Yourself were the leaders, taking your father’s roles. Meanwhile, Sarah and you had something. There was something between you both. It started when she was sixteen and you were seventeen. You both couldn’t describe it. But for now you two were childhood best friends. You protected her with your life. But you felt like something was there, something more, maybe you were driving yourself mad. But what could happen? Will there be more than ‘childhood friends’?
Imagine Noah Sebastian the 6'3 man himself trying to be his biker girlfriend's backpack?? Like how would he fit? Would he tip the bike over? Also how would he react to being the one sitting on the back? Like I wanna know people's thoughts on this.
Imagine Biker!Alec and Biker!reader are out on a ride together in reader's home state when they get pulled over for something. Alec who has never been pulled over is confused when reader makes him stop but doesn't say anything and just goes with it. When the cop comes out of the car and calls you by your name, you wince slightly and Alec slowly turns his head towards you as he finds out the cops know you by your first name; telling him that you are a little repeat offender. Needless to say you didn't look him in the eyes the entire time you were getting a ticket.
Sarabi was driving along with his motorcycle, every inch of him covered as always. He was wearing an all-leather outfit, his face covered by his helmet with his visor down. He could feel the wind whipping through his clothes as he drove down the streets, adrenaline and thrill pumping through his veins.
Just as he stopped at a red light, he looked over and saw you. Your bike looked cool and so did your outfit, so he simply nodded in respect in your direction.
But you took that as a challenge, because how couldn't you? Sarabi was so much larger and taller, anyone who looked at him wanted to prove their worth by trying to best him.
So you started revving your engine while waiting for the light to turn green, egging him on to engage in a race.
It seemed to work because he revved back, determined to do this race with you. When the light turned green, Sarabi took off speeding down the streets with you not too far behind him.
The increase in speed sent even more adrenaline through him, but he didn't mind. He almost never drove like this, so it had been a while. He felt like he was on top of the world.
You revved your engine loudly when you started catching up to him and you whooped loudly when you sped past him. You reached behind you to give him a little wave.
Sarabi huffed, speeding up. He wasn't going to be left behind in the dust.
The race continued, you two weaving in and out of lanes, taking turns passing the each other. You two were both skilled at going fast, that was for certain.
The race came to an end when you pulled up into the plaza where your motorcycle clubhouse was located. You won the race, having passed Sarabi a while back.
Sarabi turned into the plaza with you, parking right beside you. "You're good," he murmured, his gruff voice being slightly muffled from the helmet.
You kicked the kickstand of your motorcycle down so you could dismount, taking off your helmet.
"I know. Thanks for the race," you replied, sighing now that your feet were on the ground. You gestured to the clubhouse in front of you. "You in this motorcycle club? I've never seen you before."
"Nah," Sarabi said, shaking his head as he glanced at the motorcycle clubhouse. "I'm not in any motorcycle clubs."
You snorted at that, but you supposed he seemed like someone who had a small group of friends. "Well that's a shame, riding's always better when you're doing it with a group." You smirked and grabbed out a card with the motorcycle club's name and information on it, handing it to him after writing your phone number on it. "Maybe you can join us, if you ever change your mind. We're always looking for new members and you seem like the type of man to fit in with us."
Sarabi took the card, looking at it. "I'll think about it," he answered, pocketing the card after a few seconds of looking at it.
"Right well, I gotta go inside." You stepped onto the side walk. "You have a good day now."
Sarabi nodded in response, watching you turn and head inside the clubhouse.
He didn't have time to join a motorcycle club, or at least that's what he always told himself. Granted, he also told himself he was going to stay in a loveless marriage and here he was, divorced.
Perhaps he should make more friends.
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Summary: Butcher needs information on a supe. He hates that he has to go to her to get them, especially because of how it ended last time. Fortunately, she’s easy to find. It’s not everyday that you see a woman amongst other bikers.
Pairing: Billy butcher x F!Biker!reader
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 1854
Warning: Smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, angry sex, p in v, facial
Square: @anyfandomgoesbingo The Boys Custom card: enemies with sexual tension
A/N: Hey people! So this fic is for @fictional-affairs 500 readers challenge! I had Biker!Reader as the AU character. Also, remember this is an AU, so some things don't follow the tv show!
He hated that he needed her help.
There was a big, endless list of people he could go to to ask for that favor. People he had by the balls, scared of what he knew about them, frightened of how much he could destroy their life with proof of their dirty little secrets.
Butcher could go anywhere, threaten some people, force them to spill out the beans, but yet, he ended up choosing to go to her.
Maybe it was because he wanted to see her again, but then, no, it couldn't be the reason. She was everything he hated in someone, someone that wasn't a supe, that is.
Maybe he enjoyed being an ass, and it was so easy to piss her off.
Or maybe… the anger, the rage, even, she had to feel after what happened last night would be enough for her to say yes.
Finding her was easy. Already, a woman driving that kind of bike was not something he saw often. But a member of a biker gang?
One of the chiefs, even?
Y/n was the only one.
"Bunch of cunts," was what Butcher thought as he approached the place. The thought was so loud, he could almost feel the words leave his lips.
"Hello lovely people. I'm here to see Y/n. I don't believe I have an appointment, though," he said instead.
The headquarters of the Bad Moon Rising gang was hidden in the far end of the state. At first glance, it looked exactly like a place where homeless people were living, well, if it wasn't for all the bikes resting at the entrance.
The moment Butcher pronounced the name of the woman, he was now circled by men, all ready to beat the shit out of him. It didn't matter what he wanted from Y/n. The simple fact he was there and said her name was enough to be sent to the hospital.
"Easy," Butcher sighed, lifting both hands in the air to show he meant no harm. "Here to talk, is all," he muttered next, but it didn't seem to calm down any of them.
"Everyone, put your dicks away," a feminine voice finally made from behind him. A shit eating cocky grin stretched Butcher's lips at only hearing her voice. "You're not welcome here, Butcher," she ended saying once all the other bikers were gone.
Butcher turned to her.
Not at all hiding his interest, he let his gaze wander up and down her body without any shame. Enemy or not, she was bloody sexy.
"I'm not here to feel welcomed, luv," Butcher grinned as finally his eyes settled in hers. "I need infos. A favor."
"You always fucking need something," she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms on her chest. "I got nothing for you, get the fuck out."
She turned on her heels to leave but his voice made her stop immediately. What he said then immediately froze her.
"One of your guys got killed last night," he grinned, knowing he got her. As he spoke, Butcher walked closer to her and she didn't make any move to stop him. "I know who did it and why. What I want to know is… What you and your lovely gang or bikers know about him. And if you're finally ready to accept the deal I made to you 6 months ago. And then maybe, I would finally be able to catch the fucker."
Y/n was still frozen on the spot. The mention of the person they lost last night was still fresh, so fresh and painful, it was like Butcher was stabbing her in the back again and again.
God, she hated him so fucking much. If she wanted to know who killed Zach, she had to make a deal with Butcher. Fucking hypocrite.
"Come in," she ended up saying. Without waiting for his answer, she headed towards her room, knowing he would follow.
-
"So," she said once they were in her room. The door was closed, locked, so if one of them wanted to kill the other, it would be too late for anyone to intervene. But right now, she didn't really want to kill him… Well, not unless all he said was bullshit. "Who."
"Soldier Boy," Butcher said, simply. His lips curved downwards, grimacing his clear disgust and anger just at saying the name of the supe. Y/n's body tightened with rage. "Cams took pics of what happened. I can send them to you if you don't believe me-"
"I believe you," she said. With the anger that was building inside of her, it was impossible for her to say more than those two words.
"He was bored, if you wanna know the reason," Butcher continued, staring at her, hoping to force a reaction out of her. Make that anger explode somehow. He knew it was boiling inside of her. Ready to explode at any time. "See, luv, that's why I wanted you so bad to join us." Taking a step forward the woman, he tapped his finger on her shoulder. "Those cunts kill because they are fucking bored. If your guys only agree to keep their eyes open when they drive around, with a little camera on their bike, we could have more evidence of what they're fucking doing. And this wouldn't happen again."
Until now, Y/n was staring out the window. Outside, bikers were walking around, pushing each other playfully, others were washing their bikes, it was peaceful here. Okay, sometimes they caused some chaos and drama here and there, did some not really legal stuff… but they never hurt or bother anyone.
It was so fucking unfair.
And then, there was Butcher.
Butcher that came here, 6 months ago the first time, with a proposition. His group and him would defend and protect her gang if her guys would accept to add cams to their bikes and film everywhere they went.
She answered they could take care of themselves alone and he could go fuck himself.
The second time he came around, it was to ask for help. The latest guy in his group was in deep shit, and he knew for a fact one of the bikers had evidence that could get him out of trouble. She accepted to give it to him, and to thank her, he fucked her hard, right here in this room, pinned against the wall.
The third time, it was her time to ask for help. There was a war between gangs, and she needed more arms to fight and get back her territory. It wasn't something Butcher did usually, but because he owned her, he accepted. With two men and a woman, he arrived to the fight, and Y/n was about to beat him for showing up with only 3 people when she witnessed them fight.
They won.
Between Butcher and her, it was more hate than love. He worked for the CIA, fought supes, and her, well, she was against the law in a way.
But in the end, they were even. Until today.
The day after a fucking supe, the cunts Butcher were hunting, killed one of hers.
"Okay," she said.
Butcher blinked multiple times, clearly not expecting her to accept so easily. "That is an unexpected answer, luv, and here I was with more to offer to you," he muttered, walking even closer to her now.
What could she do? She was pissed. Angry. So fucking angry, at the supes, at that supe that killed Zach, at Butcher for always getting what he wanted…
She pinned him to the wall of her place, and it was so sudden and brutal, she could hear his breath getting cut at the impact.
"Shut the hell up," she ordered. But her mouth could say one thing, her eyes were telling a different story. And as her hands tightened around Butcher's stupid Hawaiian shirt, hey gaze shifted down to stare at his lips.
"Shut me up yourself, dove." His lips curved up when he said that, grining. Clearly, he knew what he was doing to her, what power he had on her. Anger mixed with arousal and the simple and primal need…
Her lips crashed on his, effectively shutting him up. No more words left his mouth, well nothing else that grunts as he kissed back with as much anger.
His hands were already on her waist and lowered down to her hips, squeezing. An almost quiet moan left her lips, and he swallowed it as his hands went more to the South to grab her ass firmly. This time, her moan was louder. Just like he wanted.
Their clothes didn't stay on for long. Buttons and tissue got ripped apart until there was only flesh on flesh. Once again, neither of them could make it to the bed, there was no time for that. They needed it now.
Butcher grabbed her ass once more and incited her to jump in his arms, pinned her back to the wall, and in one swift motion, entered her wet channel.
Usually, during sex, Butcher would talk dirty quite a lot. But with Y/n, there was no time to talk. No time to say cocky things or pet names. She was tight, so fucking tight around him, and wet, and needy for his cock that was stretching her so good, but he didn't say any of that. Instead, he grunted, groaned and cursed as he fucked her hard and fast against the wall.
She was a mess of moans and whimpers, and the whole leader facade she had was completely gone as he drove his cock in and out of her. It was barely if she could breathe, that was how rough it was, the need to feel something else than what life brought them. Feel the other, fucked the other, hard, fast, and cum an impossible amount of times.
It wasn't long before her first climax, and then Butcher forced a second out of her immediately after the first one. She cried out, her body shaking and then going softer under his grip. In a breathtaking kiss, he thrust deeper into her, and when he felt like his climax was close, he pulled out and forced her on her knees in front of him.
She took the cue, opened her mouth and accepted his release like it was the only source of water in the whole world. Butcher jerked his cock until he reached his own end and painted her tongue and lips white with his seed.
"Fucking whore," he panted, his whole body covered in sweat, muscles bulging, cock twitching in his hand.
"I hate you," she said, licking her lips slowly.
"Shut the fuck up," Butcher groaned, lifting a brow when he saw her remove his hand from his cock to replace it with her own.
"Shut me up yourself."
It was her turn to grin, her plump lips parting to swallow his sensitive cock between them.
Butcher gasped, fingers tangling between her soft, messy hair.
