#biker!ghost

[ave661]

biker!Ghost 1 1 , 2 , 3 , 3.5

[helcef]

Gayly draws Biker!Ghost // Cruisers look like his type of bike you can’t change my mind

[temeyes]

biker dad ghost? yes.

[saturncodedstarlette]

Biker!Ghost : *exists*

Y/N : Excuse me, excuse me.

Y/N : Can I go for a ride? 🥺

Biker!Ghost, deep chuckles : Anytime, baby.

Y/N : I don’t mean the bike ☺️

Biker!Ghost : 👁👁

Biker!Ghost : 😏

[cordeliawhohung]

mafia!simon with a motorcycle. that’s all.

NO BECAUSE I SAW THOSE RENDERS THAT @ave661 DID OF GHOST WITH A MOTORCYCLE AND THOUGHT THE SAME THING AHHHHHH

like imagine the first time seeing his motorcycle and you're just?? so surprised? IMAGINE IF HE TAKES YOU FOR A RIDE. you're fucking terrified the entire time because it just feels so much faster driving on that than in a car or anything else and you're holding on tight to him and he's just eating it up. the way you're nearly slicing him in half with the utter strength of your grip around his waist.

imagine he pulls up to a stoplight and it's red and he relaxes and sorta leans back in the seat but you're still holding on for dear life because you're shaking.

"doin' alright, love?"

all you can do is nod your head in response.

"you know you can relax when we're stopped, right?" he then asks.

"no thank you."

AHH IT'S TOO CUTE AND I HATE MY BRAIN FOR IT

[thelaisydazy]

Firefighter!Simon Riley x Reader - Second Date

Was this chapter an excuse to also write biker!Simon? Maybe..

You stand by the counter of the bakery, cleaning the counter nervously as you wait. It was early, 5AM, and you were exhausted. You'd been up all night following a date with Simon. The two of you had just talked, more than you ever had previously. He’d even opened up and showed you his face. 

A bark from the front door makes you look up. Simon is standing there with Riley. You can’t stop yourself from smiling at him. You hurry over, unlocking the door for him. 

“Good morning!” you chirp, suddenly no longer tired. 

Simon smiles down at you, his brown eyes soft as they crinkle behind his mask. “S’morning,” he says. “Y’look good.” His compliment turns your cheeks pink. 

“Ah! Thank you! So do you,” you say, stepping back so he and Riley could enter. “I was thinking, there’s a break room. Maybe we could eat breakfast back there.”

Simon’s expression turns to surprise. “Is that alright?” he asks. “Shouldn’t you be up front here?”

You quickly wave off his concern. “It’s alright,” you say. “The bakery doesn’t open for a little while yet anyway. Besides, the bakers can always wrap up orders if I’m not up here for a few minutes.” You point him towards the open door behind the counter. “I’ll grab us something and be right there.”

Simon nods and walks to the breakroom, settling himself into one of the too-small folding chairs. You appear a few moments later with a pair of croissants and a couple dog treats. You close the breakroom door behind you and sit across from Simon. He only hesitates for a moment before taking off his mask and eating.

“I had a really good time yesterday,” you say. “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to do that again sometime.”

“Yes,” Simon answers, far quicker than he’d meant to, making you giggle. 

“I guess you had fun too then,” you tease. “Did you want to get coffee again? Or should we do something else?”

Simon is quiet for a moment. “How do you feel about motorbikes?” he asks. 

“I’ve never been on one,” you say. “I didn’t know you rode one.” 

“On occasion,” he says. “We could take a ride up the mountain to see the sunset. If you want to.”

You watch him. You’d always thought Simon was the serious and confident type, but he was just as unsure of himself as you were of yourself. It made him far more human in your eyes. 

“I’d love to,” you say smiling, watching the way the tension in his shoulders melt. “Are you free tonight? We can meet up after I get off.”

“I’ll talk to the chief,” Simon says.

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A few hours later, you’re locking up the bakery door. Behind you there’s a great rumbling of an engine. You turn to see a massive man on the back of a motorcycle, his helmet obscuring his face. 

“Simon?” you call out over the roar of the bike. He’s not dressed in the usual jeans and t-shirt you’re used to. Instead he’s in a black leather jacket and pants. His helmet matches his mask, a skull printed over the front of it and a pair of leather gloves with skeleton fingers on the backs. He flips the visor on the helmet up, letting you see his eyes as he reaches back and holds out another helmet for you. 

You hurry over and he helps you put the helmet on then onto the back of the motorbike. 

“Hold on tight Little Bird,” he chuckles, giving you a moment to wrap your arms around his waist before he takes off. 

At first it’s a little startling to watch the street fly past you without the safety of a car around you, but Simon knows what he’s doing as he expertly speeds out of town and towards the forested mountain. 

The ride is peaceful once you get out of town, only a couple cars passing you as they travel off the mountain. Simon drives the two of you up the mountain, glancing over his shoulder now and again to make sure you’re alright. You finally come to a stop at a little picnic area. Simon parks the bike and helps you down before hopping off himself. 

By now the sun is just starting to set. It’s colder up on the mountain, making you shiver for only a moment before Simon’s jacket is wrapped around your shoulders. Your face feels hot as you mumble a thank you. The two of you sit on a bench to watch the sunset, Simon’s arm wrapped around your shoulder, holding you close. 

“It’s beautiful out here..” you whisper. 

“You are…”

You turn quickly to look at him only to find his face just a few inches from your own, so close. He breathes your name. 

“Can I..”

“Yes..”

Simon pulls his mask down and his lips meet yours. They’re as soft as the kiss is. Gentle and wanting and all too short. Your heart is pounding and your head is spinning before you notice him standing. 

“I should get you home,” he says, pulling his helmet back on. 

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[thexsilentxwordsmith]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C128yq0rwOY/?igsh=ZWgxc3hwajJ0ODBi

Biker!Simon teaches you how to ride a bike than you on a joy ride and he does this🙈

READ IT HERE

Okay first of all, yes, anything with Simon and being a biker just absolutely gets me. I mean, have you seen fanart with him and his bike? Like fuck, that’s hot! (I mean Simon is hot any which way, but still) Short sleeved shirt, tattoos out, jeans hugging him as he straddles his bike. Hang on, gotta take a breather. 

I think he would enjoy getting you interested in getting your own motorcycle if for nothing else than getting to look at you perched atop it, helmet and leather jacket on, leaned forward so that your ass is on display, he's gonna eat that shit up. He’s not going to be able to keep his hands off of you and of course if you think that Lt. Simon Riley is going to miss an opportunity to put his hand on your backside while you’re driving so that all the other motorists on the road can see him claim his hot little thing, you are sorely mistaken.

And of course, it’s going to leave you hot and bothered because…come on…

But then I got a devilish idea to add to this and make this little one shot even better (I hope you won’t mind). I can see him doing this quite a bit and what type of lover would you be if you didn’t return the favor to leave him flustered? 

So I’m thinking that you make the excuse to ride with him one evening and that’s when you decide to start playing with him as he drives. It’s subtle at first, but soon your hand is cupping over his growing hard-on and fuck if it isn’t turning him on something fierce. Between the thrill of the road and the sensation of your hand, by the time he stops he’s gonna need to remedy this situation and quick.  

I hope you like the feeling of the fuel tank in your back because you started this on his bike and he’s gonna finish it there as well.

I think we need a little sunset drive with our big boy that ends with some steamy shit. Keep an eye open cause its not just the bike that's gonna get a ride.

[callsign-coolsquirrel]

stay with me now but Ghost Rider!Ghost,,

[danibee33]

Halfway through a 14 hour road trip, and so, obviously, I’m plagued with thoughts of Biker!Ghost🩶

(inspired by a video I saw recently. **very gently edited)

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• thinking of riding on the back of his motorcycle, which it took a bit of convincing on his part at first, but as soon as you got that first rush- you were hooked.

•just like he was hooked to the feel of your arms around him. he loved being able to reach a hand back to rest on your knee or thigh, and the way you cling to him a little tighter when he takes a corner faster than usual (which he totally doesn’t do on purpose)

•but on this particular ride, after a night out together, the lingering buzz of your drink made you bold- so when he relaxes, placing his hand in it’s usual spot, his warmth radiating even through your jeans and the black leather of his glove, you let your own hand wander with a devious grin you’re glad he can’t see.

•your fingers spread out over his thigh, making a soft, back and forth motion- the sensation causes his to clench around your knee.

•slowly, you readjust to lean in a bit closer, quickly finding the spot that makes his whole body tense suddenly.

•you palm at his cock through his jeans slowly, cautiously, that same grin still plastered on your face when you feel him try to adjust his position on the seat- a low hum rumbling through his chest.

•as you continue your teasing, his grip on your knee turns nearly painful as he gets harder and harder with each agonizing stroke you give him.

•he was already planning every single way he could ruin you the moment he got back to his flat.

•you could map out the perfect outline of his length now, straining against the dark denim and twitching at your touch- and you couldn’t feel it, but there’s just the smallest wet spot in his boxers stained with his precum.

•but suddenly, you pull away- wrong move.

•Ghost moves fast, reaching back blindly to wrap a big hand around your wrist, “No, no-“ he laughs, you can feel it vibrate through him, his voice growling through the helmet, “put it back, love. Don’t get shy now.”

•he does it for you, pulling you forward to place your palm right against the bulge of his cock again just as he turns his head.

•having lifted his visor, you could now see the dark gleam of his eyes glinting under the city lights, “You’ll pay for this later, baby.” He coos, giving you a sly wink before sliding the tinted visor in place again.

•Ghost gets you back to the flat in, very legal, record time, and let’s just say you do pay for your cheeky little stunt. All night long.

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[lunarw0rks]

biker!ghost? 👀👀

idk how common motorcycles are in the UK, or what kinds are, so bear with me !!

imagine being his backpack..... and hooking your arms around his waist while going for a ride.........

and at first, he was like "i don't ride with passengers" but here you are, face buried against his back as the wind works against the bike's quick speed ;)

ohhh nooo you won't have a car for the next few months, wouldn't it be a shame if he needed to give you a ride home every night, until then?

his excuse is "you shouldn't be riding public transport late at night" but we all know it's not entirely that.

[fanficsbyfae]

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

[ave661]

biker!Ghost 3.5 1 , 2 , 3 , 3.5

[pippynsworld]

silly sketch of biker!ghost

[temeyes]

more [biker ghost!] haha, what did he say???????? (alt versions under the cut!)

i was honestly half tempted to not draw the helmet and just post either of these CUZ IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO SHAPE IT PROPERLY GRRRRR

[saturncodedstarlette]

🎬✰ {Biker!Ghost AU}

[Context : Y/N visiting his flat for the first time. For some “private” lessons.]

Y/N : You think you’re up to the challenge?

Biker!Ghost : All I gotta do is memorise some lines, right? How hard can it be?

Time-skip

Y/N, opened book in hand : Oh, come on! If we’re going to be acting, we may as well go all in. Do you know how to flare your nostrils in anger?

Biker!Ghost, blinks : What?

Y/N : If you see me across the room, talking to another man, I need you to stare intently then flare your nostrils.

Y/N : Or grind your molars together and tic your jaw.

Biker!Ghost : Sweetheart—

Y/N : Do you know how to growl?

Biker!Ghost : What?

Y/N : Yeah, I don’t really know what that’s supposed to sound like, but every one of my book boyfriends is big into growling—

Y/N : —Oh! And can you darken your eyes?

Biker!Ghost : Darken your eyes?

Y/N : Yeah. When you pretend to get angry or act really turned on, can you darken your eyes?

Biker!Ghost : No, I can’t fucking darken my eyes! What the hell have you been reading?

Y/N, activates the puppy eyes : Please? For me? 🥺

Biker!Ghost, sighs in resignation :

Dividers belongs to : @rookthornesartistry 📮

[curtsycream]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Blurb

this is shit but I can’t get the idea of SOA AU Ghost video chatting his girlfriend for video sex. Idk just me, I doubt it.

Simon enjoyed many things about his girlfriend but one thing seemed to stick out over all else. It was the expressions and sounds she would make while her fingers were buried deep in her cunt. It was a turn-on that he witnessed a lot through the screen of his computer.

“Add another finger lovie, you can take more than two. We both know that..” his voice was always raspy during moments like that. He couldn’t help it with one hand wrapped around his cock and the other gripping his desk. She was a sight to behold as he stroked his cock to her sputtering moans.

Her legs were always parted giving him a clear view of her fingers disappearing inside of herself. The needy moans leaving her lips were always paired with her teary eyes. She would always be close to her climax but knew she couldn’t until he said so.

Simon’s voice becomes a low growl, his desire is evident. “That's it, baby. Let me hear you moan... You sound so fucking good." He was watching intently as she continued to pleasure herself. His pace aligned with hers though his gradually became faster. It was never enough for him to just hear and see her he craved being there.

Her back arched as she used three fingers to fuck herself. Her pussy visibly clenching and unclenching around her fingers. “Simon..” she moans out.

His voice becomes low and commanding, "Fuck, lovie. Keep fingering yourself until you come undone. Show me how much you want it. That’s it cum for me..” His eyes burn with desire as he watches her pleasure herself eagerly.

Her eyebrows furrow as she tosses her head back. Her legs tremble as she cums hard around her fingers. When she pulls her fingers out a string of cum connects her fingers to her pussy.

The sight was enough for him, letting out a moan of his own he came. His hand gripping the desk twitched as he looked down at the mess he made of his pants. Looking back up towards the camera the corner of his lip quirked up. “Look at you, always so good for me. Only three more weeks,” he told her.

The thought was enough for her, she couldn’t wait to see what would happen when he got home. But for now, she would be satisfied with this, after all, it was only temporary.