#The Biker's Doll

[laluille]

pls grope me

[slutty-transformation-stories]

Always hide your history

In the quiet suburb of Willow Creek, there lived a girl named Luna. She was a quirky young woman with a penchant for anime and manga that often had her nose buried in a book or glued to a screen. Her room was a shrine to her favourite characters, posters plastered on the walls, plushies piled high on her bed, and figurines lining the shelves. Luna had a soft spot for the underdogs, the misunderstood heroes with hearts of gold. She saw herself in them, a kind soul in a world that didn't always get her. Her bright blue hair, which she dyed herself in the bathroom sink, was a declaration of her unique spirit. It was a stark contrast to the sea of sameness that washed over the neighbourhood.

Luna had been dating her high school sweetheart, Tim, for the past two years. He was a nice guy, the kind that opens doors and says "please" and "thank you." They had a comfortable relationship, but lately, she had been feeling a void she couldn't quite put her finger on. It was like a dull ache in her chest that grew sharper with every mundane date night spent watching movies she didn't really care about and sharing popcorn that tasted like cardboard.

One fateful afternoon, while Tim was out playing video games with his friends, Luna stumbled upon his internet history. Her curiosity piqued by the unusual search terms, she clicked on one of the links. What she found was a world of leather-clad biker babes, tattoos, and motorcycles that roared like beasts. The shock hit her like a punch to the gut. Her boyfriend, the same one who had held her hand through countless episodes of love is war was into something so...so...unexpected.

Her eyes scanned the screen, widening at the explicit images. Biker babes with curves like mountain ranges and skin-tight leather that left nothing to the imagination. The more she saw, the more she realized she didn't know Tim at all. His secret desires painted a picture of a man she had never met, a man who craved a wild side she didn't even know existed. Her mind raced with questions, but one thought stood out like neon in the dark: if that's what he wants, why isn't he with someone like that?

Her reflection in the computer screen stared back at her, a girl lost in a sea of pixels and doubt. Luna clicked off the tab and took a deep breath. The quiet hum of the computer was the only sound in the room, echoing her own turmoil. She stood up, her legs wobbly, and took in her own image in the full-length mirror by the door. Her usual schoolgirl outfit looked so...ordinary. So unexciting.

Her thoughts grew wild, like a garden left untended. Could she become one of those biker babes? Could she unleash a new version of herself that Tim would crave? An idea began to bloom in her mind, one that seemed both terrifying and thrilling at the same time. She decided to start small, swapping her oversized sweatshirt for a tight tank top and a pair of shorts that barely covered her ass. She had the curves; she just needed to show them off.

Luna's transformation was like watching a caterpillar become a butterfly, except it was more like a nerdy caterpillar turning into a slutty moth. She practiced pouting in the mirror, her full lips curling up at the edges in a way she had never done before. She watched YouTube tutorials on makeup and hair, learning to accentuate her features and give herself the edgy look that seemed to be all the rage in Tim's secret world.

Her first trip to the mall was a revelation. She felt like a spy in enemy territory as she navigated the racks of leather and lace. The tight dresses and skirts whispered promises of power and attention, and she couldn't resist their siren call. Her wallet lighter, she left with a bag full of clothes that made her heart race and her cheeks burn.

Days turned into weeks, and Luna's metamorphosis grew more pronounced. She traded her glasses for contacts, swapping her frumpy sweaters for tight-fitting tops that showcased her ample cleavage. Her once shy demeanor gave way to a sassy confidence that had heads turning and whispers following her wherever she went. She practiced her strut, her hips swaying with an unmistakable allure, and her voice dropped an octave to a sultry purr that made men's knees wobble.

Tim noticed the changes in Luna, his eyes lighting up like a kid in a candy store. He couldn't get enough of her new look, his compliments growing more frequent and more intense. He took her to biker bars and bike shows, where the scent of gasoline and leather mingled with the smoke of cigarettes and the purr of revving engines. Luna felt alive, the vibrations of the bikes resonating through her body like a bass line to a rock anthem.

But the more she delved into this world, the more she realized it wasn't just about the look. It was about the lifestyle, the danger, the thrill of the chase. The biker babes she saw didn't just wear the outfits; they lived the life. They had bad boy bikers wrapped around their fingers, men with tattoos that told stories of rebellion and hearts that beat to the rhythm of freedom. And the more she saw of them, the more she understood that Tim was just a tourist in this world, not a true inhabitant.

Her thoughts grew more intense, the need for a real man, a man with a monster cock, gnawing at her. She craved the feeling of being taken, claimed, and filled by someone who knew what it meant to live on the edge. Her dreams grew more vivid, starring bikers with hard abs and rough hands that knew just how to make her scream. She needed that kind of man to complete her transformation, to show her the kind of pleasure she had only read about in the pages of her books.

One evening, as she was leaving a particularly raunchy bike show, a shadow fell over her. She looked up to find a towering figure, a biker with a grin that could make a saint sweat. His eyes, dark as the night, twinkled with mischief, and she could see the promise of something wild in their depths. His name was Rex, and he was everything Tim wasn't. He had tattoos that snaked up his arms like vines, a beard that was more bristle than hair, and a cockiness that screamed "bad boy." Luna felt a jolt of electricity run through her as he leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "You're new around here, sweetheart," he drawled. "You need someone to show you the ropes."

Her heart racing, she nodded, unable to find her voice. Rex's hand found hers, his grip firm and commanding. He led her through the sea of bikes and people, his calloused hand a stark contrast to her soft, unblemished skin. They stopped at his bike, a beast of chrome and black that roared to life with a flick of his wrist. She straddled the seat behind him, her heart hammering in her chest as he revved the engine. The vibration traveled through her body, pulsing in time with her need.

As they sped through the night, the wind whipping her hair into a frenzy, Luna felt a strange sense of belonging. This was what she had been craving, the raw power and excitement that Tim could never give her. When they pulled up to a grungy biker bar, the smell of leather and lust hit her like a wall. Inside, the air was thick with the promise of unbridled passion and rebellion. Rex guided her to a corner booth, his hand possessive on her waist.

He ordered them drinks, his eyes never leaving hers as she sipped the amber liquid. It burned her throat, but she liked it. It made her feel alive. His gaze was intense, like a predator sizing up its prey, and she shivered with anticipation. He leaned in, his voice a low rumble that sent waves of heat through her body. "You've got a sweet little body, Luna," he said, his hand sliding up her thigh. "But I bet that tight pussy of yours has never been stretched by a real man."

Her cheeks flushed at his crude words, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in closer, her voice a seductive whisper. "What do you mean?"

Rex's grin grew wider, his teeth gleaming in the dim bar light. "You know what I mean," he said, his hand inching higher up her thigh. "You're dressed like a biker babe, but you still got that innocent look in your eyes. I bet you've never had a real man fuck you like you need to be fucked."

Luna's breath hitched, her body responding to his words like a well-tuned instrument. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes flicking down to the bulge in his pants. She had read about this, had seen it in the pages of her manga, but never experienced it. She had always been the good girl, the one who played it safe. But now, with Rex's hand on her, she wanted to know what it felt like to be taken, to be claimed by someone who knew what they were doing.

The music in the bar grew louder, the bass thumping in time with her racing heart. She could feel the eyes of the other bikers on her, a mix of lust and challenge. They knew she didn't belong here, but she didn't care. She wanted to be part of this world, to feel the rush of adrenaline and the heat of passion that seemed to be baked into the very air. Rex leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "You want to know what it's like, don't you?"

Luna nodded, unable to form words as his hand moved to the zipper of her skirt. He slid it down, the leather whispering against her skin as it fell to the floor. She stepped out of it, feeling the coolness of the concrete floor under her heels. His eyes raked over her, taking in her lacy lingerie, and she felt a thrill of power. This was what she had become, a creature of desire, a biker bimbo ready to be claimed by the biggest, baddest dick around.

Rex stood, his towering frame casting a shadow over her. He reached down, wrapping a hand around her throat, and pulled her to her feet. She gasped, her pulse racing as he led her through the crowded bar, his grip tight. The other bikers parted for them, their eyes glued to Luna's exposed body. She felt like a prize on display, and she liked it. She craved the raw, animalistic desire in their gazes.

In the back of the bar, there was a room with a heavy door. Rex pushed her through it, and she stumbled into a dimly lit space that smelled of sweat and sex. The walls were lined with leather benches, and there was a mattress on the floor, stained with a history she didn't dare to think about. He sat her down, his hand sliding up her chest to cup her breast. "You're mine now, babe," he growled, his thumb brushing over her nipple.

Luna looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. She had never been with anyone other than Tim, and the thought of Rex's massive cock filling her was both terrifying and exhilarating. She felt like a moth drawn to a flame, unable to resist the allure of the danger that danced in his eyes.

Rex noticed her apprehension and took it as a challenge. He smirked, his calloused hands reaching for the hem of her top. He yanked it over her head, exposing her ample breasts to the cool air. They bounced slightly, the lacy bra barely containing them. He leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over her skin as he whispered, "You're going to love it, baby. You're going to love how a real man makes you feel."

Her heart pounding, Luna could feel the anticipation building in the pit of her stomach. She had read about this in her manga, the moment where the heroine gives in to her desires and finds her true self. She wanted to be that girl, the one who didn't just read about wild sex, but lived it. And as Rex's rough hands unclipped her bra, letting her breasts spill out, she knew that she was on the precipice of something she could never go back from

He took a moment to appreciate the view, his eyes drinking in her exposed flesh like a man dying of thirst. "Perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. His hands slid down her torso, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of her panties. With a swift tug, he pulled them down, leaving her bare and vulnerable before him. She shivered, her legs parting slightly as if inviting him in.

Rex stepped back, his gaze raking over her body like a painter admiring his canvas. He unbuckled his belt, the leather jingling like a cowboy's spurs, and his pants fell to the floor, revealing the monster cock she had been fantasizing about. It stood proud and thick, a testament to his virility. The sight of it made Luna's mouth water, her pussy clenching in anticipation.

He wasted no time, pushing her down onto the mattress and spreading her legs wide. She felt the blunt head of his cock nudge against her entrance, and she gasped as he pushed in, filling her completely. He fucked her with a ferocity that left her gasping for air, his hips pistoning as he claimed her over and over again. She had never felt so full, so alive. The pain was a distant memory, replaced by a pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable.

Her nails dug into the mattress as he pounded into her, her body responding to his every command. Her moans grew louder, echoing through the room like a siren's call. She could feel her orgasm building, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to shatter her into a million pieces. And when it finally hit, it was like nothing she had ever experienced. Her body arched off the bed, her toes curling as she screamed his name, her pussy clenching around his cock in a desperate attempt to hold onto the feeling.

Rex chuckled, his strokes slowing as he enjoyed the sight of her quivering beneath him. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "You're a natural."

Luna lay there, her body a trembling mess, as Rex pulled out of her. She felt empty, used, and absolutely amazing. Her pussy was stretched and sore, leaking cum like a river after a storm. She had never felt so alive, so...desired. Rex rolled off her, his own chest heaving with exertion. He reached for his discarded shirt, wiping the sweat from his brow before turning to her with a grin. "Ready for round two?"

Her body screamed for a break, but she couldn't resist the challenge in his eyes. She nodded, a guttural moan escaping her lips as he slammed back into her. He was relentless, his monster cock pounding into her like a battering ram. The room was a blur of leather and chrome, the smell of sex and gasoline filling her nose. She was lost in the moment, her body no longer her own, but an instrument of pleasure for this bad boy biker.

Tim was a distant memory now, a forgotten toy from a childhood long past. She had tasted the life she truly craved, and it was nothing like the vanilla existence she had been living. With every thrust, she felt more and more like she belonged to the gang, like one of their biker bimbo conquests. Her mind was a whirlwind of sensation, the pain and pleasure blurring into a heavy cocktail that had her begging for more.

As Rex claimed her again and again, Luna could feel the walls of her old life crumbling around her. She was no longer the sweet, innocent girl who had stumbled upon Tim's internet history. She was a creature of the night, a biker's plaything, a slut eager to serve. The thought sent a thrill through her, making her pussy clench around his cock. She was theirs, a willing participant in their games of lust and power.

This was the story chose by Ironpatriot for winning the art competition

[gornackeaterofworlds]

Ur supposed to chain ur bike, Mikey..

Click for unfuzziness

Honorable mention @the-cauldron-witch

Lineart below

[xamaxenta]

I think I asked this before and it didn’t go through (if it did ignore this pls my memory is Swiss cheese)

Mommy Marco

But she’s an old school leather biker and mechanic

Greased stained tank top and coveralls wrapped around her waist, some kind of mullet/mohawk hair going on.

Her tiddy piercings are visible through her shirt.

Ace comes in to get her bike fixed and immediately gets side tracked because

FUuuuuck. It's even worse because nothing she does works, marco completely ignores her flirting. So ace calls in the big guns (sabo)

Sabo shows up with a short skirt button up that hangs off her shoulders and no bra.

Marco pulls out a pair of reading glasses to go over some papers.

Sabo gets is knocked out instantly, she has no power

Ace and sabo start becoming regular customers to the shop (with more and more ridiculous problems and sluttier outfits) trying their hardest to get marco to crack (to sleep with them)

One of the other employees tries to bring it up with marco like "hey you know they really really want to sleep with you right?"

Marco snorts "oh I know, but my days of rolling into and out of girls beds are over. If they want me, they have to want an us"

Finally one night close to closing sabo storms into Marcos office

Marco raised a brow. "Can I help you?" Voice neutral so neutral it made Sabo want to scream and tear out her hair.

Sabo stalked up to the desk, not sashayed not strutted, stalked, her heels clicking on the floor like a countdown to the end.

She slammed her hands on the desk. “Let me eat your pussy. You can pull my hair, suffocate me l don't care, just let me get you off.”

Marco raised a brow, “and your girlfriend?”

"She literally was calling your name when I pegged her last night."

There was a long silence, Marco seemed to be having an internal debate. Tapping at the desk slowly.

"You want me?"

"Yes!" Sabo threw her hands in the air "What part of let me eat your pussy do you not comprehend?"

Marco rose from the desk, it was easy to forget how tall she was. How much space she filled.

A callused hand cupped sabos chin. "You're going to have to do what I say, can you do that?"

Sabo swallowed almost certain that it had been a mistake not to wear underwear today. "Yes."

"Good girl."

Ace pushed the shop door open, "sabo?"

Her girlfriend had sent her a message to get her ass down to the mechanics.

There was a loud moan followed by the rev of an engine. Ace turned and instinctively clenched around nothing.

Sabo was spread out naked on Marco's bike, cheek pressed into the leather drooling. Marco was behind, her bare tits bouncing, gorgeous leather straps snug on her hips. The neon blue dildo ramming into Sabos cunt with a force that Was making the bike lurch.

Marco pressed a hand into the small of sabos back and with the other revved the engine.

Sabo screamed, come glistening on the leather seat.

Ace must've whimpered, moaned. Because Marco looked at her. "You good?"

Ace made an involuntary squeak as marco pulled the dildo out of sabo with a pop, the older woman casually sticking her fingers into the drooling cunt. Making the younger woman whimper and moan.

"I-" ace felt a wet sensation sliding down her leg "I think I just came."

"Pity." Marco stuck the come covered fingers into sabos mouth who began to suck them dutifully. "I wanted to see if I could make you gape like this doll.”

"I can." Aces heart was pounding, she was shaking. "I can take bigger dicks that sabo!"

"That true doll?" Marco was looking to sabo now, not bothering to remove her fingers.

Sabo nodded her eyes glassy, hips wiggling down the seat. Back towards the dildo.

"Uh uh." Marco chided removing her fingers and smacking the younger woman's ass with a resounding smack.

She smacked the pale flesh several more times, till both cheeks were bright red.

Aces cunt throbbed with each slap of flesh

Marco leaned back stroking her dildo idly, patting her large bare thighs. She crooked a finger to ace. "Cmere sweet heart. I want to see how you ride."

Sabo getting dicked down as she deserves at the end when she pegged Ace the night before— didnt even fill Ace’s cunt just made her squirt from some insane anal instead…

Sorry it took me so long to post this i was… hoarding and coveting again bc it was so good and bc i was trying rly hard to think of a good tag so i can find this again whenever i want which is now made but

Ace coming on the spot just from walking in and watching them can i get the longest hell yea boi bc im nutting right there with her 😫💦💦💦

I love wombenn mas… im always speechless over how good this au is

Sabos nickname being DOLL 🥰 whats Ace’s? Hussy? Stud? I can see Marco calling her cute biker goth gal a stud whilst double penetrating her holes with the dual strap bc shes gREAT at multistasking,,,

Ace being competitive now that theyve managed to snag Marcos attention 😋… says she can take bigger which TRUE but also realises even she has a limit… what that limit is yet to be found out tho (its fisting—)

[coma--dreams]

Hope it’s not too obvious that they're my fave

[obscuredollz]

🏍️ Harley Davidson Biker Girls 🏍️

[thrifted-friends]

biker snoopy salt & pepper shakers

[hystixia]

I wanna draw jeffrey mason in some hot ass outfits but I can’t think of any 💔

-Creepo8

A BLACK COMPRESSION SHIRT I HAVE ALREADY TOLD YOU THISSSSSS

[glitterbitch1]

Went to Barnes & Noble to summon a biker boy for me, and found a Doll instead, She called me pretty

[schlock-luster-video]

Remembering film icon Marlon Brando on the anniversary of his date of birth. Here’s some original art inspired by The Wild One, The Godfather, and Apocalypse Now!

[carnivorousyandeere]

While I work on the asks for Penelope and Elena, does anybody have requests or questions about the Bikers, the Dolls, or Lan? 🥰

[everythingisround]

i think it would be funny if they made a modern raggedy ann live action movie, but the catch is that ann and andy are turned into humans and marcella (now college-aged) is turned into a rag doll, and wacky shenanigans ensue!

[ravenfeet222]

I was looking through some of Meruem’s mobage cards and it’s absolutely hilarious to me how Pitou and Pouf have multiple different outfits in their cards but Meruem is always just wearing his vest,,

I like to think that Meruem does change his clothes but it’s a thousand times funnier imagining that he opens his closet and there’s 20 of the exact same vest in there and nothing else

[sweetnothingtm]

inspired by this video ♡

thinking about biker!simon who meets you one night when your car breaks down on the side of the highway, and you can’t manage to get a tow truck out so late at night - so of course he offers you a ride.

he’d pull up beside you and immediately notice the way you’re pouting and huffing in frustration, whining over the phone about how you’re all alone in the middle of nowhere - and how you can’t afford to call a cab, so surely a gentleman should help a poor girl out. and then simon is sitting on his bike with his arms lazily crossed in front of him leaned forward, killing the engine as he asked you what was wrong.

biker!simon would slip off his gloves and lean over the hood of your car as you meekly explained how you really should have changed your oil sooner - and that you really hate to be such a bother, but could you get a ride home?

he’d tell you that a pretty little thing like you shouldn’t even have to worry about something like this, that he could take you home and make sure you’re all safe and sound - and you think maybe he’s hitting on you, but you’re so shy and maybe he’s just being courteous. strangers normally offer to teach you how to change your oil and that next time they’ll make sure to bring an extra helmet - right?

biker!simon would pat the seat behind him and mumble something along the lines of how he usually rides fast, so you’ll have to hold on tight. biker!simon would offer you his jacket and zip it up for you, practically groaning at the way you bite your lip and avoid his gaze - but that damn helmet is so daunting, and how are you supposed to focus when he smells like pine and tobacco?

you would anxiously say that you’ve never ridden a motorcycle before, how it’s just too intimidating - plus you’ve never met anyone who owned a bike. biker!simon would be smirking under his helmet and humming in satisfaction when your arms tighten around his waist as he weaves between lanes.

biker!simon would hold your thigh the entire ride home - and is it just you or is he gently squeezing your leg while talking about how you’re being such a good girl and that for your first time riding, you’re doing so well?

and when he drops you off at home, biker!simon has his hand rubbing up and down your thigh as his bike idles in your parking lot. he would talk about how he’s so glad to have helped out, and how he’d love to pay for the tow truck - it’s the least he can do when you’ve been such a princess.

even though you insist that it’s just too much, and how you really shouldn’t be accepting such gifts from strangers - he’s done more than enough, and is there anything you can do to make it up to him? but then biker!simon is dismissing your concerns with the wave of a hand, telling you that he’s more than happy to help a doll like you.

biker!simon says something about how you don’t need to be strangers, that you’re just such a sweetheart, and how he’d love to take you out sometime soon. you’d smile sweetly to him and feign consideration for his offer - despite the fact you’ve already made up your mind when you were trying to memorize his tattoos and the way that he’d glance over his shoulder to check on you throughout the drive.

he’d help you off his bike and walk you to your apartment because he wouldn’t want you to get into any more trouble tonight, right? when you shamelessly type your number into his phone, biker!simon is pulling off his helmet to reveal a balaclava that hides nearly everything except two dark eyes and the cocky smirk plastered across his lips. and you’re mesmerized by the way he lowers his voice and leans down to speak to you, one hand gripping his helmet as the other sits on your lower back the whole walk to your apartment.

the next day he’s leaning against his bike outside your building, a cigarette dangling between his fingers as you shyly rock on your feet and stutter over a thousand thank-you’s - and he’s so focused on the way you rub your thighs together and bite your lip that he almost misses when you say that you really can’t thank him enough for everything, and that you really do plan to make it up to him.

[giriniadalhambra]

Cute 💃🎈