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dearmura · 25 days

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rev it up

☆ c.w. not proofread oops

☆ pairings. biker bf! riki × gf! reader

☆ an. inspo after seeing an unholy amount of booktok biker bfs on my fyp 🤭

"riki it's been 10 minutes since I sent that text, don't tell me you sped here...again" you try to scold the boy despite burying your face in his chest the second the door flung open

you don't miss the way the boy's eyes widen for a second as he recalls the unholy amount of horns that were honked on the way here, riding well over the speed limit

"speed limits are more of a kindly suggestion, princess, and I'm not dead yet"

the boy sports a grin too proud for the confession of the laws he technically broke

"you're gonna kill yourself one day, or get yourself in jail, or both, riki" you try to sound mad but you've had this conversation one too many times with him to know it'll just go in one ear, out the other

the boy only wraps his arms around your waist tighter, trying to butter you up so you don't end up killing him first before he could do it himself from speeding

"but I'm safe now, with you, my love. isn't that all that matters?" he attempts, brushing your baby hairs out of your face, leaving you less than amused

frowning, the boy taps his chin theatrically, thinking up a way to wipe that "I'm not mad, just disappointed" look off your face

"would it make you feel any better if I, your very responsible, top-notch, safe biker boyfriend, were to take you, my pretty little backpack, to get your favorite ice cream?"

he coerces you with a grin, caressing your hair gently as the little cherry on top, knowing this could end one of too ways: one, you agreeing and thanking him for being the best boyfriend ever (his delusions talking), or two, you kicking him where the sun don't shine for trying to distract you with treats like a puppy...yet again

he prays for the former

you narrow your eyes at the boy, pressing your tongue up against the side of your cheek, stumped by his disgustingly good distraction skills

"with sprinkles?"

the boy only chuckles softly at your quirked brow and innocent question, grateful you didn't seem to choose the latter of his guesses

"come on, princess, I would've gotten that for you regardless, you actually have to punish me somehow with these conditions of yours" he grins playfully, caressing your cheek flirtily, making your cheeks warm

"no weaving between cars on the way there and....below the speed limit by 5 mph" you retort, now sporting a similar smirk on your face as his smile drops in disbelief

"how much extra sprinkles are we talking..."

fin

a.n. back from my fifty-year long hiatus....

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enha imagines #ni ki enhypen #niki fluff #niki x reader #niki x you #nishimura niki #biker #biker boy #niki enhypen #niki headcanons #enhypen niki #niki #enha x reader #enha fluff #enha #enha niki

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fuckingyuno · 7 months

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#biker #biker boy #gay boys #bikers #masked man #mask #gearfetish

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jellyfishsthings · 6 months

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✨️Biker boyfriend ✨️

Your boyfriend has a motorcycle. And come on there are so many perks at having a biker boyfriend.

Having his destroying your insides while wearing his helmet because uhhhh.

Seeing those leathers hug his muscled body 🥵🔥 being all attractive as his legs wrap around the motorcycle and speed off in huge roads.

His favourite position is undoubtedly you on top of him. How could he possibly not enjoy you bouncing on top of his cock, hair flailing about as your tits jiggled freely in front of his eyes. Letting you ride him as if he is your bike. Letting you take control for as much as you can handle, bouncing up and down, rolling your hips and grinding against him.

“That’s it darling, keep going.” you’d continue moving at a quicker pace upon hearing him speak, upon hearing his praise, not slowing down even when you felt your legs pain — head only throwing back in utter gratification as you felt your cunt grip onto his length.

He would only chuckle in reply, holding onto you tightly, before wrapping your hair around his hands and slamming himself up into you, as he sees you in your weakened state. You can not hold yourself up from all the pleasure, giving in, letting him take the reins. The unholy sounds of his balls hitting against your cunt mixed in with your breathy moans and his loud grunts bouncing of the walls and only intensifying the urge to cum faster. He would love watching your face when he hit that spot, your body coming to a halt as you shuddered, eyes rolling back and fingers digging into his pecs. You would fall on top of him, letting your weight rest on his body not sparing a single thought about the mess between your legs.

Or think about all the little daytrips he will take you. Forests and beaches all of them then being plagued in your mind by very good sex and multiple orgasms. Maybe even on his bike trying to balance the both of you as wrecks your whole being.

#elena's smutty scenarios #biker fic #biker boy #f1 smut #remus lupin smut #charles leclerc x reader #max verstappen x reader #lando norris x reader #oscar piastri x you #sirius black smut #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #remus lupin imagine #sirius black imagine #marauders x reader #marauders x you

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ms-strawberry-tulip · 2 months

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Why the fuck are bikers so hot like look at them

#biker #soft grunge #coquette #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #biker boy #lizzy grant #lana del ray aesthetic #lana del rey #girlblogging #boys #boyfriend #im just a girl #just girly things

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fanficsbyfae · 1 month

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biker!bf head canons

biker!bf who, no matter how long you've been dating, would still try to rev his bike to impress you and get your attention

biker!bf who'd get a sticker that says "I <3 my girlfriend" so those girls who would bat their eyelashes at him and wave from their cars, would know he already has his backpack

biker!bf who would bite the tips of his gloves to take them off when you're watching just to see if he could get a reaction from you

biker!bf who would 100% pay good money to get you a helmet to match his, if not a whole set of gear - saying something along the lines of "can't have anything bad happen to you, right sweetheart?"

biker!bf who would also help you with your gear, fastening your helmet so its secure, then tapping his helmet against yours playfully before continuing to check your gear

biker!bf where, if you do have a full set of gear, would have you sit sideways on his bike, so he could examine that you're as protected as possible, before tapping your thigh to signal that you're good to go

biker!bf who would wear those slutty little compression shirts, even WORSE is he'd ride out in the rain just so he can get you all hot n bothered with how his shirt is clinging to him like a lifeline, and how the droplets of rain are running down his arms, definitely a sight you can't bring yourself to get used to

biker!bf who'd let his hand rub your thigh whilst you two are waiting at a red light, before dropping his hand to wrap around your calf

biker!bf who would definitely speed up abruptly just so you'd have to hold onto him just a bit tighter

biker!bf who LOVED when your hands would roam his torso whilst you guys are going for a ride, especially if you decided to be cheeky and rest your hand on his crotch

biker!bf who would tell you to 'behave', but you don't know what he's talking about? you're just enjoying the ride? ;)

biker!bf who'd race home afterwards, you're all bark and no bite after all

biker!bf who knew how much you loved to see him working on his bike, so he'd constantly leave his shirt off just so you can see how his muscles move as he's getting grease, dirt and sweat all over himself, all while he’s sporting a backwards ball cap

biker!bf who'd catch you staring at him, so he'd lean against his bike with a cocky smirk toying on his face, as he gloats out a simple "like what you see, love?"

biker!bf who'd fucking DIE if you made him one of those posters that has you posing on his bike - imagine you stole one of his riding jackets, you have nothing on underneath, you just have his jacket covering you, paired with some black boots, a flimsy little pair of denim shorts with your hair looking a little messy and your makeup just a touch smudged, adding to the look, as your perched up on his bike

biker!bf who never has to send an 'I'm here' text because his bike is so loud you hear him before you see him, so when he pulls up you're already sitting there lookin' pretty, waiting for him with a smile on your face

#biker #biker boy #biker!ghost #black leather biker jacket #bikerboyfriend #headcanon #cod #ghost cod #fanficsbyfae #first post

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fcthots · 7 months

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TIKTOK MOTORCYCLE BOYFRIEND JASON TODD

#can y’all tell I have a thing for the emo motorcycle boyfriends on tiktok #jason todd #like it’s canon he rides a motorcycle #looking at you future state Jay #jason todd x reader #red hood #red hood x reader #motorcycle #biker babe #bikepacking #biker boy #biker boyfriend

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ralphberner · 15 days

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AI generated: Bikers at the beach (3)

#leather pants #leather #guys in leather pants #mens leather pants #leatherpants #ai #leather suit #black leather #men at play #ai generated #biker #gay biker #leather biker #biker boy #leather boy #biker gear

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st-kitten · 2 months

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707 pt.5.1

← previous chapter

your series on quinn had garnered an overwhelming response from the audience. both of you had earned heftily and toji gained a big fat "i told you so" from you. it was now New Year's Eve. the day was marked as a holiday, providing you a much-needed break from the work. you considered this day as an opportunity to unwind and focus on yourself. so, you decided to indulge in a self-care day.

despite a long night's rest, you found yourself waking up later than usual, the warmth of your cozy bed tempting you to stay curled under your comforter just a bit longer. you mindlessly scrolled on your phone.

following an unconventional breakfast (coffee and a cheesecake), you made your way to your comfortable couch, sinking into the soft cushions with a content sigh. you decided to read for a while.

like any girl, you had your divine stash of spicy dark romances. you flipped through the pages, devouring every word, playing it in your head imagining henry cavill everywhere. the best thing you could do to annotate was excitedly underline your favourite lines with a pen and decorate them with exclamation marks.

the way those stories fuelled your inner devil... a part of you wished fictional men were real. every particle in you wanted to be fucked by a god. you had no shame when it came to your kinks, but most of your partners took three steps back and made themselves unknown when they discovered them. so you kept them to yourself, sticking to your books and your mind.

you were highly invested in the plot of [insert favourite dark romance] when your phone buzzed.

'need a hand. come downstaris'

you wondered what toji was up to and kept your book down, marking the page you were on with a crumpled bill. still in night shorts, hair dishevelled in a bun, you put some boots on and took the lift downstairs. it was mildly breezy and you wished you'd put a jacket on. with clattering teeth, you stepped out into the foyer, looking around. you sauntered to the parking space allotted to 706.

you stopped dead in your tracks, looking in front of you, at the six foot two broad man who sat on a sexy, ink black bike, wearing an equally dark compression shirt and a helmet that sent pulses straight between your legs. it took you a moment to believe that it was toji.

"megs needs some things for school. i'd have bought them myself but apparently he says i have horrible taste in stationary. would you..." toji stared at you.

why were you standing with disney XD knees? why were your eyes focused on his torso? why were you practically drooling?

you couldn't see his face since it was hidden underneath a black visor. but toji had a sly smirk permanently plastered on his face.

"you alright there, princess?" he asked, leaning forward, placing his arms on the bike's airbox, his muscles tightening and bringing out the veins.

"you... ride a bike..."

toji chuckled. "i may be hustling for cash, sweetie, but i come from generational wealth. this baby here is just one of the perks."

you gulped and took a few steps near him. you didn't know what to focus on. his buff arms that could crack your skull in a millisecond, his torso (by that i mean fushititties), the sexy helmet that hid his handsome face from you or that fact that he had a bike.

"uh huh..." words failed to come out of your mouth.

"you can check me out all day, princess, but i gotta run errands. you in?"

mindlessly, you nodded. toji chortled and handed you a spare helmet, which you put on. he noticed that you were all but naked in your night clothes, so he loosened that jacket he'd tied around his waist and asked you to turn around. he put it on you, adoring how big it looked on you.

"penguin..." he muttered.

you still hadn't recovered from anything. you half expected to wake up from a dream. you managed to sit on the bike, scooting forward to adjust yourself.

"hold tight."

only when the bike roared did you come to your senses. the sudden momentum made you jolt forward and wrap your arms around his waist.

"are you okay?" toji asked, amused by how brainlessly you were behaving. upon hearing no response, he simply began driving. it was going to be a quick ride, but toji figured he might as well spend it with you. he was no stranger to riding sports bikes, but having you sitting behind him made him want to show off just a little.

aligning his body with the bike, toji swerved skilfully, leaning into each curve with a boldness and surety that seemed almost choreographed.

you on the other hand, had begun fantasising all sorts of things. the knowledge of toji being a biker did some things to you. the arms that circled around him slowly loosened as your hands started to feel his abs with a mind of their own.

toji knew all to well what you were going through. it was the standard response of any girl. he let out a soft laugh, loving the way your hands felt on him. he sped up slightly, darting through the streets. you reached the store quicker than you anticipated. toji turned the bike off, expecting you to get off, but no. you just sat there, glued to him.

he leaned back, turning his waist slightly, and placed his elbow on your knee.

"any plans to get off?" he asked.

"oh... you bet..." you blurted out earning a deep chuckle from the man.

with great reluctance, you hopped off the bike, feeling very small compared to the large man beside you. he took his helmet off and cradled it in his arms.

you still had yours on. he tapped on it, hoping to snap you back to senses. he had no clue what was going on with you, but he didn't mind.

the two of you strolled through the store, ticking each item of the school's list.

"he's six. he does not need a dissection kit, toji..."

"that's what this is?"

the next half an hour went by quickly and you were out of the store in no time.

"you had breakfast, princess?" he asked. okay, you weren't a big fan of nicknames, but the way they spilled out of his mouth so effortlessly, made you giddy.

"yep. you?"

"not yet. you mind if i grab something real quick?"

you shook your head. the two of you drove to a nearby KFC (sorry...). he parked the bike and went inside since the queue at the drive through was long. you sat on the bike, letting your thoughts run wild. oh, you wanted him. in some uncanny ways. just how ever were you going to convince him...

toji came outside holding a paper bag with food in it. he was genuinely concerned about your strange behaviour. maybe he'd ask you about it later. standing beside you, almost towering over you, he nonchalantly ran his gloved hand across you thigh, taking in the goosebumps that rose on your skin.

"you wanna drive?"

"what? fuck. no. we'd die."

"it ain't that hard."

"no thank you. i'm happy being your backpack."

"my what?"

"backpack? you know... passenger princess, but for bikes..."

"huh."

toji definitely felt too old for a moment. "you're fine being called after an object?"

"uh... yeah..." you didn't like how dry the conversation had become. you were half convinced. there was no way toji would hear your kinks out.

the ride back to your building was silent. not awkward, just silent. even the elevator ride upstairs was hollow. toji stepped into his apartment, you following him like a puppy. he placed the bags on the couch. he stood in his living room, checking his mail, one arm cradling the helmet, his hands sifting through the envelopes. he spotted you gawking at him through the corner of his eye.

"are you stoned?"

"huh? no."

"are you sick?"

"no, i'm not sick... i'll... be in my house then... thanks for the ride."

you fist bumped his shoulder and trotted away into your house. toji had a big question mark on his face. usually you'd run your mouth and leave no snarky comment off the table. so, seeing you acting like a wobbly stool made him wonder if something had happened.

the rest of the day went normally for both of you. you continued working on some songs and he cleaned his house for the first time in a while. by dinner time, toji ad gotten suspicious of your sudden lack of activity. he knocked on your door, once again, to find that it was unlocked.

"what's the point of this door..." he mumbled, stepping into your house.

you were in the kitchen, watching a youtube video on making lasagna.

"slipped my mind..." you said to him, eyes still fixated on your tiny phone.

toji observed you closely. ever since your little bike ride in the morning, you'd been acting weird.

"need help?"

you shook your head. why were you so quiet?

toji didn't want to leave you alone, so he just sat down on your couch, watching you cook (mostly mess up). he accidentally sat on the book you'd left there. with nothing else to do, he decided to flip through it.

let's just say he had to hold back a few gasps...

he looked at you, then looked at the book and then back at you.

is this what you read? you... liked this?

toji understood your quinn business, but to think that you actually enjoyed erotic stories outside of your hustle... now that was something. he decided to read a little, on the page you'd marked.

he covered his mouth with a curled fist as he read your book, hiding a devilish smirk. no wonder you went quiet. your poor mind must be picturing so many things seeing as the protagonist of your book too... was a biker. you innocent face did a great job at masking the inner demon. toji was at least six pages in when he realised how excruciatingly detailed everything was. he could only envision you reading the book, holding it with one hand while the other helped your nether region feel what you wanted the most.

but that wouldn't have been enough... you can't just imagine a rugged man having his way with you. you needed someone to actually do it to you. to manhandle you, put you in your place, and fuck you dumb. reading your book was like an insight into your mind. is this what you thought of all this time sitting behind him on the bike?

toji got up, still clutching the book in one hand and made his way to where you were. standing behind you, he rested his palm on the kitchen counter, trapping you between him and the marble surface, letting his body rub against your back.

he felt you inhale sharply. he let his mouth hover beside your ears as he read, "tell me, f/m/c, how bad do you want this?"

his voice made you shudder in place. you looked back at him, not expecting him to be that close.

"what..." you gaze fell to the book he was holding. in his large hands, the book seemed like a pocket bible. well... when it came to mind blowing sex, it was your bible.

"don't get all shy now. i know you like my fist around your throat." toji was only reading what the male protagonist was saying. he had plans for the rest. as he proceeded, he began imitating the actions described in the pages. he let his free hand caress your waist, moving up till it reached your breasts.

"i see you staring at my hands all the time. you like them that much?" he fondled one of them over your bra.

the grip you had on your spatula quivered and you dropped it. you had no words. you were too busy feeling his hands on you.

toji let his fingertips run down your stomach, loving the way you backed into him at the contact. it took no time for him to get hard.

"look at you... so sensitive." oh how glad he was to have spent all those nights recording with you. it gave him a power ready to abuse at any moment.

"i... the book... it's..." you panted.

"yours. no need to lie, sweetheart."

"it's just research... for qu-"

toji slipped his hand inside the flimsy shorts you were wearing the whole day.

"nuh uh. this one's all you."

he had truly mastered delicate touches, something which edged you to a point of absurdity.

"people read... so what." your defence was as weak as a twig.

"i'll stop then..." he was about to take his hands away, when you reflexively grabbed his arm, keeping it in place.

toji smirked.

"alright then... where was i..."

you let a sigh of relief. this was all you'd ever dreamed of. and you were getting it without asking for it. by none other than the menacing hunk of a man that toji was.

toji continued to read lines out loud, his actions dictating each reaction you gave. if he knew it was this easy to get you wet and begging, he'd have done it sooner. he slipped his fingers inside you, one after the other, at a painfully slow pace, dragging the whines out of you. he held back a laugh when you clench your thighs closer. it only motivated him to bully your cunt, speeding up and suddenly slowing down.

"that's a good girl..."

you let out a hearty chuckle, mixed with a long due moan as your head hangs low and forward, you hands gripping the kitchen counter. toji had become completely unpredictable with physical intimacy. you had to give him that. you enjoyed the thrill of it. but you were hardly a saint yourself. you wanted to push his buttons.

"copy cat... can't do a thing without help, can you?"

toji grunted in your ear, his hand squeezing you down there, almost pulling you back into him.

"watch your mouth, princess."

"offended already?" despite the whimpers that spilled out of you, you still had that bratty attitude toji desperately wanted to break. but he knew better than to play your game. he'd lose. so he chose his own route.

he pulled his hand out in an instant, relishing in your groan. before you could retort he snapped the book shut and shoved it between your legs.

"if it falls, you'll having it coming," toji whispered in your ears and left your house...

y/n be like

I love edging u guys... hehehe

#toji fushiguro x reader #toji #fushiguro #toji x y/n #dad toji #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #jjk smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #biker #biker boy #vroom vroom bitch

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addictedsandwhichaki · 4 months

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When will the booktok girlies find their biker boys???

#bookblr #books #booklr #booktok girlie #booktok #biker boy

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littlegirly · 3 months

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i love biker boys the helmet is so hot for some reason idk

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fuckingyuno · 7 months

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#biker boy #bikeride #biker #bikers #gearfetish #gaybiker #gay boys

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fictionalmenxyn · 8 months

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Don’t follow the wrong person

Biker!ghost x afab!fem!reader

F/d- favourite drink

Tw: being stalked, harassment, creep following you, panicked reader, fighting, language and intimidation (I believe that’s it)

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You were currently walking towards your usual bus top, that after every shift you have working as a tattoo artist; you’d take the bus home and continue either your day or night depending how long you take.

It was the same as any other day, you wave goodbye to your co-worker and friend. You walk out the tattoo parlour and into the small mini market a few shops down to grab a small snack and drink. As you entered the shop you were soon to exit the shop with your snacked goods.

Walking over to the bus stop it was quiet today, no one sat at the stop. So you took a seat and waited for the bus. You grabbed your phone from in your jacket pocket, looking at the bus app to see where the bus was you saw that a little tab had notified ‘bus delayed by 30 mins due to traffic jams’.

You huffed and decided to walk since it’d only take you around 15 to 20 minutes to walk. So you stood up and had a quick glance around. You noticed a shady looking man stood across from you. They wore all black and had a hat on which covered his face for the time being.

You thought nothing of it yet kept an eye on them as you started your journey home.

As you walked home the sun started to set which made the even look pretty and the breeze ever so slightly stronger.

As you walked you took your ear buds out as they had just died. You sighed in annoyance and shoved them into your pant pocket. You guess someone above in the clouds must of use that as a warning of possible danger because you heard walking behind you and muffling speaking. So you glanced as you saw that very shady looking guy, he seemed to be muffling words to himself as he was alone.

You decided to pick up your pace as the evening grew closer and you felt more uncomfortable. You also noticed they too picked up their pace. Your breathe started to become more quick and you became more scared.

You knew then that they were following you making you more panicked, so you did what you were taught; you grabbed your phone and scrolled through your contacts and began to ring the one and only Simon Riley. He answered almost instantly, you whispered “Si?” He replied “hey, doll, you ok?” You whispered “uh where are you?” He spoke “I’m at the bar, why?” You answered “I’m being followed.” He asked “where are you to?” You replied “cherry vale, by James street” He said “ok, come straight to us here, don’t go to your place, then come straight to us, yeah?” You answered “ok, I’ll send you my location just in case.” You heard him hum in reply as you sent him your location.

You kept your pace fast but not fast enough to run, you don’t know how fast this person can run so you didn’t want to chance it.

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You sighed in relief as you saw the brightly light sign of the bar Simon always goes to. He’s apart of a biker gang called ‘Ghosts 141’ it’s named that as Ghost was one of the first to be apart of the gang. But everyone agreed it was a good name.

You watched as the ‘snakes eye’ sign glowed brightly, you saw all the gangs bikes in a continuous row. You walked into the bar and quickly glanced back at the door seeing the person still walking towards you.

You walked over to the bar and asked “where’s Ghost?” The bartender spoke “the usual spot.” With a tilt of his head.

You looked over and headed towards their known spot. You were relieved when you saw the boys sitting and having many conversations between them. Soap spotted you first and shouted “there she is! Y/n come to join us have ya!” You nodded as you looked at Simon he stood up and asked “you alright? Have they left?” You shook your head and as you turned around the person spotted you and walked over.

You felt your spine shiver, it was revealed that the person was a man who had a very untamed beard. His appearance seemed dirty, he had greasy hair that stuck out of the bottom of his cap and his hands seemed dirty and so are his fingernails. This making you feel uncomfortable you knew it was harsh but the man had been stealing you since the bus stop. You weren’t the type to judge but this wasn’t the time to be kind to this unknown stalker.

Ghost was first to speak “can I help you, sir?”

The guy replied “no, I’m just here with my date, we were just about to grab a drink, isn’t that right?” He suggested at you. You couldn’t even speak, you still had some fear in you although Simon was standing there. You still felt uncomfortable, Simon spoke “this is your date?” The man nodded and placed an arm around you and squeezed your shoulder. You cringed at his action, he spoke “come on, let’s get going, leave these men in peace.”

You attempted to subtly shove you into walking away with him but failed. As you tripped and fell, Simon asked “what are you doing?” The guy spoke “my bad sometime I forget how strong I am.” Soap and Gaz helped you up and made sure you stood between them.

Ghost spoke “I don’t think you know who she is do you?” He nodded and spoke “I’m on a date with her, it’s our first date.” Soap chuckled and said “yeah, right” the man defended “we are! Aren’t we sweetheart.” He smirked at you showing his teeth which you cringed at. Simon spoke “are you sure? Cause last time I remember that’s my fiancée.” The guy’s smirk dropped instantly and so did his skin tone.

The guy became white as a sheet when he heard ‘my fiancée’. Simon walked over and fisted the guys shirt and spoke deeply “I think we should have a talk outside, about how you’ve been stalking her.” The guy looked at you angrily, for what you didn’t know till you heard him shout “you did it! You dressed like that! Not my fault!” Simon spoke “that’s enough!” He demanded “outside now!” As Simon practically dragged the guy out he shouted “she shouldn’t dress like that if she didn’t want me following her!” He kept making awful excuses.

You looked down at your clothing, a long black skirt with a black button up shirt and a small corset with made your what you thought ‘cute outfit’ complete. It was your uniform for work practically, you had to wear black no matter what your outfit was.

Gaz gestured you to sit and join them while Soap goes out front with Simon. The bartender brought you over a drink after watching all the commotion. He knew what you liked to drink so he made you your f/d. You thanked him as Price started up a conversation with you to ease your fears about that guy.

After some time Soap and Simon join you all, Simon kept you close that night. Making sure you were okay and that your safe.

Late evening you all decided to call it a day. You and Simon headed over to his beast of a motorcycle. God you loved when you both went on joy rides and feeling the air brush your body. Lucky for you, you were actual dropped off this morning by Simon so you had your helmet on you.

Simon helped you up onto his bike, he felt your arms wrap around his large yet attractive waist. You held him tightly as he drove through the almost empty roads. Ending the day both of you in bed laying closely and talking about your days before the incident. Times like this you were glad Simon was there to protect you at time like earlier. Also you were proud that he was protecting and making sure your safe at all times.

And he was just proud that he made you smile after a bad situation. You two are proud to say your both are soon to be happily married.

(Maybe a wedding post next time???)

Have a good day/night!🫶

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