Liik'ik Talokan

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
angrythingstarlight

Anonymous asked:

Biker bucky at any given time! 😏😏

angrythingstarlight answered:

Bucky absolutely loves your ass. 😌

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Originally posted by metalbuckaroo

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader

CW: Body worship, implied oral

A/N: Still at work, still writing on my phone. All unbetad

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“You see Gorgeous, the ladies—” Bucky squeezes your breasts, jiggling them with his calloused fingers. “—are my mood boosters. If I’m feeling sad, they know how to cheer me up. Instant serotonin.”

“Bucky,” you laugh as your tall biker ambles around you. “You can’t be serious.”

“Yes the fuck I am.” Bucky pauses, his brows furrowing, a deep wrinkle forming between them. “I love everything last thing about you from eyes to your smile to your soft belly and those goddamn thighs that drive me wild, just seeing you make me happy but getting to touch you—” his head tips back and he moans, the needy sound is enough to make you whimper. “—incredible.”

He resumes his slow trek around your body, tracing your waist with his fingertips before stopping behind you. “And this perfect ass is good for my health.”

The sharp sound of his palm slapping your ass echoes in the room followed by your shocked hey.

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angrythingstarlight

brandycranby asked:

id say biker!bucky things but he probably has a sixth sense that makes him shoot up, full awareness at 2 am, if pretty girl even twitches

angrythingstarlight answered:

Bucky wants you to wake him up every time you’re in the mood. Every. Time.


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Originally posted by teddybrownsworld

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader

AN: Written on my phone. Unbetad.

☆Biker Series

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“I thought you loved me.” Bucky slumps against the row of pillows lining the headboard, running his hand down his face. “I would never treat you like this. I- I’m so hurt right now.”

This man. You casually mention that you woke up in the mood but he looked so peaceful sleeping after a hard day that you didn’t wake him up and nows he’s genuinely offended. You could have taken a bat to his bike and he’d be less upset than he is right now.

You stare down at your sullen biker, his large body sprawled across the bed. Tattooed and naked. Disgruntled deep blue eyes glaring at you between his ring adorned fingers.

“Bucky you were sleeping,” you explain, trying not to laugh even though every part of you is amused by his reaction.

His brows furrow and his hand drops from his face and he gestures in the air. The unspoken ’and’ bounces off the walls.

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ezrasbirdie
ezrasbirdie

Catalyst!Joel meeting Frankie’s kid for the first time.

Muscle memory kicking in as she reaches up with chubby little arms, requesting to be picked up. She’s friendly and outgoing, with a deeply serious natural frown just like Frankie’s. He picks her up and holds her on his hip, and she has so many questions for him.

“How do you know my daddy?” She asks. “Do you know my mommy, too? What about my grandma? Do you live next door to daddy?”

Joel answers every question she has and lets her wear herself out talking about all the new toys she got for her birthday. She falls asleep on his shoulder, her dark curls draping across her face. Frankie says he’ll take her now to put her to bed, but Joel, who remembers Sarah falling asleep on his shoulder like it happened yesterday and not thirty years ago, shakes his head.

“I can do it,” Joel says, and Frankie smiles. Frankie trails behind and peeks in from the doorway, heart aching as Joel tucks his baby girl into bed.

And then Frankie gets a lil kiss on the forehead.

i love this series so much 😭😭
ezrasbirdie
ezrasbirdie

breakfast [catalyst 'verse, joel miller x f!reader x frankie morales]

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Originally posted by alicent-targaryen

summary: Joel tells Sarah about you and Frankie. She has some news of her own.
rating/warnings: T [this is further along in our trio's relationship, so much fluff, Sarah is aged up and in her 30s, if you don't like gay people then please go literally anywhere else]
pairing(s): Joel x Frankie, implied Joel x f!reader x Frankie
wc: 1.1k
a/n: head over to @ezrasbirdie-updates to be notified of updates! I got started thinking about what would happen when these three became a Thing and what Sarah's reaction might be since she's the one who pushed for Frankie and Joel to hang out, and then this happened yesterday. The writing juices have been flowing I guess idk. Thank you to @starlightmornings for looking it over, and I hope this makes y'all as warm and fuzzy as it made me.

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Joel should’ve known Sarah would find out sooner or later. He’s not sure why he hid it from her. It’s not like he’s ashamed of it. How can he be ashamed of Frankie? Of you? 

Maybe it’s just because for so long it was just the two of them. Even after she moved out, got a job, got a whole life that he’s not a part of, she's still his whole world. It feels like he's betraying her somehow, like guilt. Why is it always guilt?

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OMG the sequel i didn't know i needed i love this so much 😭😭
bruisedboys
bruisedboys

love drunk — miguel o’hara x reader

summary — while miguel deals with a drunk and clingy you, you accidentally let it slip that you love him. requested here

grumpy x sunshine!! spidergirl!reader, no pronouns used but implied fem!reader, grumpy miguel, kind of ditzy reader, drunk reader, established relationship, first ‘I love you’ trope, miguel being lovesick, fluff. so much fluff

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Miguel thinks he should never let you drink again in your whole life.

“Y/N,” he says through gritted teeth, irritated now. Actually, he was irritated ten minutes ago but was doing a better job at hiding it. “Come on. Get off me.”

You’re dead weight in his lap. He wouldn’t mind, he likes when you sit on him like this, only you’re in the middle of the bar and there are at least five Peter’s looking his way and smirking, and he can see Hobie Brown laughing at him behind his hand across the room.

“Whyyyyy?” You drawl, your lips slow and your tongue slower. You paw at his chest and give him a glare that’s about as menacing as a puppy. “You’re so mean.”

Miguel sighs heavily. He picks up his hands where they’d been hovering at your sides, unsure whether he should touch you or not when you’re like this, and gets a good grip on your hips.

“C’mon, get up,” he says. He lifts you off his lap with ease, fingers curling around your hips, and deposits you in the booth seat next to him.

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