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major-general-marjorine · 2 years ago
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HEAR ME OUT BRO HEAR ME OUUUUTTTTT PLEAASSEEEEE
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peanutbutter-doodles · 2 months ago
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The Biker & the Worker info/plot -
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Nikki is a traveling 55 year old biker who travels all over the world on his motorcycle, doing little side jobs with a group known as motley Crue who's also known for doing some things that attracted the law such stuff like tax evasion, etc. He goes from place to place, not staying anywhere. just lounging around and hooking up with some people then leaving them behind.
Not looking for anything.
Until he stumbled into a bar or party where he met a Worker named Paul (37), who works a 7 to 5 job to make ends meet. Working all day then coming home to a empty apartment, he's a shy and quiet person who rarely goes out and barely has any friends but once the both of them get talking, they really start talking, chatting, forming a weird connection thus....
Ending up in bed together that night, which changed everything.
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What does Paul look like?
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In the beginning, he looked casual. Nothing special or anything to look at until he met Nikki and started dating him after a few more hookups with the biker. Changing his appearance and getting out of his shell more.
Dying a few strands of his hair, being more talkative and having a phone. He got a tattoo above his butt, an array of stars that are beautifully colored and smoothed, Nikki loves to trace his fingers over them when Paul's asleep next to him.
Paul did sleep with a few people before but it never worked out, due to them ignoring him for a few days, talking shit about him after the sex which made him find out They just used him. Resulting him closing off and thinking awful of his body but no worries....
Nikki makes everything better.
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What do they do when they're busy and can't see each other?
they send....certain videos and pics to each other, calling each other late at night, sending letters if coming home or business is taking a long while than usual, chat on the phone or laptop.
think about each other when they're dreaming.
Nikki sends a good morning text and did you get home safely text when he notices the time over there, just making sure his lover gets home from a rough long shift.
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They fuck immediately when they see each other, emotions and feelings are super high it's so hard to talk but really easy to fuck them out which results in wild and feral sex between them.
they mostly do it in bed but they do it alot in other places like....
Mick's or tommy's car.
they were being chased by the cops one time and Paul lost the anal beads or the plug (it came out) due to Nikki speeding on the bike which resulted in hilarity when they got to a cabin or motel in the woods.
Nikki hides out at Paul's apartment a lot which leads to some sexy events throughout the day ;)
When they started to date officially, Nikki deleted all the photo's of his old hookups even the phone numbers of them since he actually loves Paul and cares about him.
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People do notice the change in Paul and questioned it but don't bother him at all, instead they observe~
which is fine by both of them ;)
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quietmtntown · 1 year ago
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I want to say why cartman hating Marjorine canon wise makes Zero sense
that whole idea was Cartmans who wanted to put his TOP MAN to the task of getting that fortune teller thing from the girls. The pigtails, the dress, Cartmans idea.
Butters dressed as courtney love
Cartmans idea
Butters in a hulu skirt in douche and turd
Cartmans idea
Minus the tutu everytime butters was in girls clothing that was CARTMANS idea Ergo Cartman being transphobic to butters =ooc and again Marjorine was Cartmans idea
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nocontexthorny · 1 year ago
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taegularities · 2 years ago
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ooooh the bike one with the ponytail- 😳
I KNOW, oh my god, someone tell him it's hella dangerous to drive around on a bike like this, for his well-being as well as for mine, i– 😭
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quietmtntown · 1 year ago
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Me eyeing butters art
fanart companion to "he would not fucking say that." he does not fucking look like that
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mariocki · 2 months ago
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I predatori di Atlantide (The Raiders of Atlantis, 1983)
"It's terrible, Mike. It's like living something unreal."
"Unfortunately, it's all very true."
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tojisun · 1 year ago
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…yea sure why not?
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baker!simon who’s known for the bit he’s got going on – something you wished your friends would’ve told you because the first time you walked into the niche bakery (at six am to boot) and saw simon, big and tall and inked and masked simon, you screamed bloody murder.
“jesus-!” he yelled back in surprise, almost dropping a tray of freshly baked shortbreads before whipping his head up to see what was going on only to feel like he’s been punched in the gut because there you stood by the entrance, bundled up with thick jackets like you’re preparing for winter even though fall was just settling in, your hair a haggard mess and your face gaunt from exhaustion, and looking like all parts of simon’s dream woman.
“um,” you stammered, staring at him with wide eyes and trembling hands, your heart hammering in your chest as you began to panic. “i, uh. i’m…?”
simon watched as you continued to stammer before finally taking pity on you. he placed the tray on the counter and turned to fully present himself to you, spreading his arms out in hopes that it would show you that he’s not dangerous. that you would see his flour-covered apron and see that all he’s got going on in life is baking, and then instantly be enamoured with him.
“you here for breakfast?” he asked, clearing his throat upon hearing the awkward croak of his voice. thank god for his mask because he was able to hide the flush of his cheeks, allowing him to continue to play it cool in front of you.
“yes?” you replied, still confused as to why the… baker? was wearing a homemade skull mask.
“sure,” he said and you watched as he wiped his hands on his apron. “come over here then. what’d you want to order?”
baker!simon who isn’t really a big sweets enthusiast but whose desserts are the best in the block. you asked him what made him pursue this career and you watched as he stilled, his face falling slack like he can see something you couldn’t – like he is reliving a memory – before shaking himself with a deep inhale and finally whispering, “for my brother.”
you did not probe any further, your heart heavy with guilt, but simon just turned to you with a small smile and asked, “wanna hear about ‘im?”
he gathered you in his arms as he recounted the few fond memories he has of his childhood, and you breathed him in, smelling the faint smell of macaroons and toasted butter on his skin.
baker!simon who begins dedicating his daily special treats to you. “for the apple of my eye,” when it’s apple fritters day. “for my beloved cheri,” on cherry pie day. “for my precious sugar,” on sugar cookies day.
baker!simon who proudly prances around in his frilly pink apron that has “husband material” embroidered on the chest. you gave it to him as a gag gift but simon loves it so much that he began to wear it to work, showing it off to his friends with a deep chuckle.
“my girl got it f’r me,” he says to johnny. “pretty, isn’t it?”
johnny nods amidst laughter, his body folded into himself as he clutches the counter for support.
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fuck. baker!simon might even be better than biker!simon
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peevishpants · 1 year ago
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agreed! ^^^ but also i wanna share a story: my friend got his wisdom teeth out and allegedly when he woke up he went and drank vegetable oil because he felt so tired and oil is "calorically dense" so according to him it was the most efficient solution to his fatigue
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🍵🍃Hyrulian Beverage Recommendations from various locals and travellers🍵🍃
Some headcanons and notes...
Zelda and Impa go to cafes together and have a great tiem. They are both clean drinkers and rarely ever spill anything.
Groose and Pipit go to cafes together and invariably, Groose somehow gets a milk mustache and spills his drink on his homework every time.
Meiren is a real kind of oolong where bugs are part of the leaf processing method!
Mipha is a sipper, Biggoron is a chugger
Everyone after Link in this list is stretching the boundaries of What Is Officially A Beverage but. When in Hyrule, do as the hyrulians do?
This joke doesn't work in tumblr format as well, but on twitter, I put Tingle on tweet 6 out of 9 because haha nice. ALSO KOMBUCHA LIPS ON MY DICCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK ... GOTTEM
Tag urselves I'm beedle bc i also think, if you put [any edible liquid food] in a mug, you can call it a beverage.
Fi is a mighty machine and the realest of them all
Anyway it was fun thinking of which drinks the characters would like and recommend. Been a while since I thought about Zelda stuff but every time I do, it's always a good time. Thanks again for inviting me to the zine @ homemadehyrule on twt/ig!
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arieslost · 8 months ago
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you have pushed me to ask so here I go
I present my idea of motorcyclist!oscar and his gf who is afraid of motorcycles. He convinces her to try it onc3 and BOOM hands around him holding on the dear life.
I want to hold on to him
I can't stop thinking about that tiktok
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here's a ss I took from the tiktok edit
what a yummy man
the entire time i wrote this i kept coming back to look at this picture because oh my goodness gracious. i hope this lives up to ur expectations <33 definitely wanna write more biker!osc after this
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hold on tight | op81
“Just one time?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No way.”
“Do you even love me at all?” Oscar asks dramatically, jutting his lower lip out for extra effect. 
“That’s not going to work on me, Piastri.” You shake your head vehemently. “I refuse to get on that death machine. It’s bad enough that you ride it all the time.”
“Come onnnn,” he whines, tugging you up off of the bed and into his arms. 
The two of you look like polar opposites— him with his leather jacket and riding gloves still on, smelling faintly of exhaust, and you in plaid pajama pants and one of his worn out t-shirts. You suppose that’s what makes your relationship work so well, opposites attract and whatever. All relationships take compromise though, and this is one “compromise” that, thus far, you’ve refused to make. 
In your eyes, it’s not a compromise. But Oscar has been asking you to be his “backpack” practically since the two of you met. 
“What do I have to do to convince you?” He’s asking, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. 
“Hmm, nothing.” You smile up at him, and it fades just as fast when you see the excitement in his eyes. “Because it’s never going to happen. I like being alive, thank you very much.”
“Baby, you know you’ll be safe with me. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” He says sincerely, his pleading tone now gone. “I’ve been riding my entire life. I did all the crashing before I got my license. Haven’t crashed since.”
“Yeah, that makes me feel better.” You mutter, hiding your face in his chest so he can’t see your resolve slowly starting to crumble. 
“It would be so fun,” he continues, arms tightening around your frame as he starts to sway you both side to side a little. “All you’d have to do is hold on to me. I’ll do all the work. You trust me, don’t you?” 
“With all things except the death machine,” you say, voice muffled by the material of his jacket. 
“I love you, but I’m gonna need you to stop calling her ‘the death machine,’ honey.”
“Her?” You look up at him, affronted. “I’m definitely not doing it now. Wouldn’t want to get between you and the other woman in your life.” 
Oscar laughs. His laugh has always been more of a giggle around you, which is such a contrast to his outward appearance that it never fails to make you melt. 
“You’re the only woman for me, which is why you’re the only woman I’ve ever asked to be my backpack.” He says. 
“Don’t try to butter me up with the whole backpack thing again.” You roll your eyes and try to pull away from him, but he somehow manages to twirl you and bring you right back into him. 
“It’s not me buttering you up, I’m just telling the truth. Come on, baby.” he leans in and gives you a long kiss that leaves your head spinning a little. “One time. And if you don’t like it, I promise I won’t ask again.” 
You let out a frustrated groan, because he has to know that he’s won at this point. That kiss was nothing but tactical. “Fine. Fine. But you can’t just kiss me like that every time you want something from me, it’s unfair.” 
“Yes, yes!” He squeezes you into him, kissing the top of your head over and over. “You won’t regret this.”
“I already am a little bit.” You grumble. 
That’s how you find yourself standing on the sidewalk with Oscar in front of you adjusting a helmet on your head. 
“This is making me claustrophobic,” you complain as he flips the visor up so he can see your face. 
“I’m just making sure you’re safe, baby.” When you furrow your eyebrows, he sighs and drops his hands to his sides. “If you really don’t want to do this, you don’t have to, okay?”
This makes you relent a little bit. “Osc, I’m sorry. I’m just scared. I don’t like motorcycles, like, at all.” You smile as best you can with the helmet on, hoping it goes to your eyes so he can see it. “I want to do this. You just… you really have to help me.” 
He nods, the tension in his shoulders dissipating. “Of course, honey. C’mon.”
He takes your hand and leads you over to his motorcycle. While you’re terrified just looking at it, you can’t deny that it’s absolutely beautiful. Streamlined and sleek, like he literally just bought it, even though you know he’d already had it for a year when you first met him. 
He looks almost the same as he did when you first met— all black getup, signature leather jacket, riding gloves, and of course, his strangely colorful helmet that doesn’t match the rest of him. His hair was long when you met him, and you still remember being absolutely starstruck when you saw his face for the first time. It had felt like everything went into slow motion when he took his helmet off, pushed his hair back, and instantly made eye contact with you from where you were just exiting the bookstore. 
Needless to say, you were done for. And now here you are, a year later, letting him help you onto the death machine. 
He never said you had to stop calling it (sorry, her) that if you were thinking it to yourself. 
“You okay? Comfy?” Oscar asks, reaching to adjust your helmet one more time. 
“Yup. Mhmm. Totally.” You nod, not even trying to sound convincing considering your heart is in your throat and he hasn’t even started the engine yet. 
“Great,” he kisses the top of your helmet and smiles at you cutely before climbing onto the bike so he’s seated in front of you. “Just hold on tight, okay baby? Like this.” 
He reaches behind him, grabbing your hands that had been anxiously scratching at the material of your jeans and pulling you forward so your arms are wrapped around his waist. He doesn’t have to say anything else– you’re quick to tighten your hold around him, fingers clutching at the material of his open jacket. You immediately feel your anxieties begin to dissipate as soon as you’re holding onto him, and you shift your whole body forward on the seat so your front is pressed as close as it can be to his back. When he lets out a quiet grunt, you release your grip a little. 
“I’m sorry! Am I holding you too tight?” “No, no,” he huffs out a laugh, patting your thigh. “Do whatever you need to do. Just warn me if you’re planning to suffocate me at all.”
“Listen, Piastri–” you begin, and he cuts you off by twisting around to look at you.
“Okay, I get it, I’m sorry.” He’s giggling now, and you let go of him to smack his helmet. “I’m done, I promise. As long as you feel safe, honey.”
“Come on, let’s go before I chicken out.” You say, quickly reassuming your hold.
It’s times like these where you appreciate just how buff your boyfriend is. He has something of a sleeper build, so one quick glance at him wouldn’t really reveal much, but when you’re pressed up against him like this, you can feel the muscles in his back and shoulders and his abs through his shirt when your hand slips past his jacket. He’s warm and solid against you, and that in itself is comforting enough that you don’t go flying off the seat when he starts up the engine and you instantly feel your whole body start to vibrate from the force of it.
“I’ll check in with you, okay?” He says over the loud rumbling. “Hit me in the head or something and I’ll pull over. Sound good?” Having him to hold on to is nice, but your throat is still dry thinking about all the dastardly possibilities that could occur when the bike starts moving, so you have to swallow a couple times in order for him to hear you over the engine. “Yeah, sounds good.”
Your heart falls out of your ass and lands on the pavement when he pulls out onto the road, the engine roaring as he accelerates. 
“God, please spare me,” you say out loud, grateful that Oscar can’t hear you over the engine. 
As soon as he gets onto the freeway, that’s when you realize just how much fun you’ve been missing out on.
It’s never been a secret to you that Oscar loves going fast. There have been plenty of occasions where you’ll drive somewhere, do whatever it is you have planned, and then you’ll turn to him and ask if he wants to drive home just to give him some peace of mind knowing that the journey back will be cut down by a few minutes at least. Being in the car is fun enough, but being on the back of his motorcycle is different.
You thought you’d be more scared. You’re terrified, sure, but even though you can feel the wind whipping against your clothes and you’re flying past cars on either side of the freeway, you’re holding on to Oscar, and you could easily do that forever. You’re quickly warming up to the concept of being his backpack, and you can feel yourself relaxing your death grip around him. This is actually kind of fun. Okay, really fun. You actually can’t believe you were so adamantly refusing to do this this whole time. 
Every so often, he reaches back with one hand and rubs your thigh, or holds one of your hands that is now tucked comfortably into his jacket pocket. You thought you’d be freaking out about him taking a hand off the handlebars, but he exudes confidence on the bike, and he never wavers no matter what he’s doing with his hands. 
He doesn’t go very far; the whole ride lasts maybe 20 minutes, but it feels like half that with how quick the bike is. Your arms ache from all the muscles in them working the whole time, and when he helps you off the back of the bike your legs feel like jello.
“How was it?” He asks, helping you pull the bulky helmet off your head. 
Your hair falls in your face and he brushes it away for you before you can even lift your hands. He cups your cheeks, a small smile on his face as he admires you.
“We are definitely doing that again.” 
His smile grows, and he places a sweet, adoring kiss on your lips. “I knew I finally found my backpack.” 
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paulgadzikowski · 2 months ago
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grease monkey. grease your frying pan.
butter. milk. cow. hog.
No, you're absolutely right, it's there but it just won't reach
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Listen. I'm trying to think of a good pun for a biker being turned into butter. But I can't. I really can't. I really fucking can't.
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hldjpg · 2 years ago
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[Racer/ Biker AU]
It’s eating my brain up so I had to draw more
This AU mainly revolves around Craig so that’s why it’s called Racer, but in general it’s just their adult ver I did for fun🫡 (Tolkien, Craig and Clyde ride sport bikes)
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(Some extras)
- Tweek tries to avoid drinking too much coffee so now he lacks caffeine and sleepy all the time
- Craig is the cause of road rages but drives away before people get out of their car and beat him up
- Kyle plays basketball, football and hockey (because he wants to play with Ike)
- Kyle & Stan often hangout together at a cafe where Tweek works
- Butters is an automotive technician
- Kenny is a mechanic
^They meet Craig all the time bc he won’t stop crashing his vehicle
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sheerfreesia007 · 17 days ago
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Silent Protector
Pairing: Changbin x Reader
Word count: 3,050
Content warnings: Fluff, violence
Summary: A new motorcycle gang comes and takes up residence in your small sleepy hometown. When you realize that they aren’t there to cause any harm and ruckus for the town but actually help aid and protect the town, will you be able to break through to the gang leader Changbin?
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The soft sound of the twinkling bells over the door ringing out has you sighing tiredly as you push off from the small table in the staff back room. It’s lunch time and today the small diner that you work at has been extremely busy keeping you up and running on your feet for the past few hours as people have come and gone for lunch. Taking a deep breath in through your nose you smooth down your little stained apron and plaster on a wide happy smile onto your face as you push open the saloon doors to walk out to the podium.
You tilt your head up from your apron and falter as you spot him. Seo Changbin, the leader of the local motorcycle gang stands at the podium dressed in his worn leather jacket, black tank top underneath and worn butter soft blue jeans with his black biker boots. He shifted slightly as you walked up to the podium and smiled brightly up at him, even though he was the shortest member of his motorcycle gang he was the most muscular one and commanded respect wherever he went. 
Ever since he and his gang moved to town about a year ago they had turned the town upside down. At first everyone had been afraid to have a motorcycle gang invade the small sleepy town but soon they had shown that they were there to help the town instead of doing it harm. With the new motorcycle gang in residence crime had been down all because no one wanted to deal with the imposing intimidating motorcycle gang. They had become something like guardians of the town.
At first you had kept your distance from them, they had been a large silent force that intimidated you but soon you had gotten used to them once you had befriended some of the members. Not to mention because you worked in the only diner in town they would often frequent it for their meals and they had all gotten used to you and grown a sort of affection for you.
The other members had all tried one way or another to befriend you and had been able to worm their way into your lives in some capacity. They had shown you that they weren’t that scary or intimidating but Changbin had been the only one who had kept his distance and always had an air of silent intimidation. He was the only one that hadn’t warmed up to you and while it made you sad you respected his choice and gave him his space even though you would tease him gently. They were a rowdy bunch but they had good hearts and had shown that they were looking out for the small town that they had invaded with their loud bikes. They had even offered to give you a ride if you ever needed one but you had always declined, the bikes always scared you and made you flinch whenever you heard their loud rumbling engines coming down the road.
”Afternoon Changbin.” You greeted him softly and he nodded his head silently at you as his eyes took you in quickly making you self conscious of all the stains on your uniform from lunch rush. “Would you like your usual to go? Or would you like a booth?” You asked with a soft simple smile. His eyes darted behind you and you figured he would want a booth for him and his gang members who hadn’t arrived yet. “C’mon I’ll get your usual booths ready for you guys.” You told him as you collected eight menus and began walking towards the booths that were along the far wall of the diner. Ever since they all started coming to the diner that had become their spot and everyone had come to accept it by leaving those two booths open for them at all times.
You didn’t bother to look back at him because you knew he would follow you, he always did. Coming up to the booth where he normally sat you placed down four of the menus before turning and placing the rest of the menus on the other booth’s table. You smiled as you watched him squeeze himself into the booth before you pulled out your little pad and began to write down his usual order.
”Just the usual or do you wanna switch it up this time?” You asked in a soft teasing tone. He grunted quietly and you nodded your head as you wrote down his usual order. “Usual it is.” You said and began to move away when the bells above the door jingled once more causing you to look up and spot the rest of his gang clambering into the diner.
”Hey! Sweetheart!” Called out Felix happily as he quickly made his way to the booths where you stood and slid into the booth on the opposite side of the table from Changbin.
”What’ll you have Felix?” You asked him kindly just as the others made their way to the booths as well. Chan eased around you with a soft have to your shoulder and happy smile on his face before he slid into the booth next to Changbin. Hyunjin was next who pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before sliding in next to Felix. Minho came barreling up to you with a loud hop to stand in front of you with a mischievous grin on his face before he flicked your earlobe gently then slid into the booth haphazardly. Jisung gave you a quick all consuming hug before sliding in next to Minho. Seungmin was next with a quick squeeze to your hip and a soft smile before taking his spot on the inside of the booth. And finally Jeongin, the youngest of the gang, came rushing up to you with a slight pout on his face.
”They keep calling me baby.” He whined to you and you chuckled softly at him before ruffling his hair teasingly.
”You can be my baby if you want Innie.” You told him sweetly and watched delightedly as a blush overtook his face and he quickly rushed to sit next to Seungmin as the guys all laughed at him and cooed at him, making him duck his head.
”I’ll have my usual.” Felix finally answered you and you looked around both of the booths as the guys all nodded their heads in agreement before Minho pipped up and ordered a different dish stating that he was feeling adventurous today. You rolled your eyes at him and he grinned cheekily at you before winking.
You easily wrote down their orders and grabbed the menus from their tables before leaving them to talk amongst themselves. Relaying the orders to the cook you easily took care of the rest of your tables. that you were in charge of before slipping behind the long bar and helping Agnes out with her orders as well. While you were normally exhausted at the end of your shift, being busy always made the day go by quicker which you were thankful for.
Soon the cook was shouting that the guys’ orders were up and ready and you easily loaded up the serving tray with all their dishes before carefully weaving your way around the diner to deliver their food.
”Alright boys.” You greeted them to catch their attention since they were all busy talking to each other about something quietly. Changbin lifted his head and watched you quietly as Chan began to help you hand out the plates. When they were all handed out you beamed at Chan thankfully. “Thanks Chan, I should get you a job here.” You teased him sweetly and he chuckled at your joke before ducking his head swiftly. “Does anyone need anything else?” You asked as you looked around the two booths.
”Just you, sugar.” Hyunjin called out and you beamed at him before he yelped suddenly and grabbed his shin under the table. Your eyes darted from him to a scowling Changbin who had an angry look on his face. “Sorry sweetheart. Didn’t mean any disrespect.” Hyunjin apologized quickly and you shook your head at him waving your hand dismissively.
”No disrespect, you’re just a pretty flirt.” You teased him gently and he grinned at you proudly. “If you guys need anything just holler.” You told them before making your way back behind the bar to lean up against the counter top to ease the ache in your back from standing all day.
As you leaned there taking a rest your eyes wandered over to the two rowdy booths watching the men quietly as they all ate their food. Your eyes took in each one of them and your mind began to wonder and daydream about them and how they had come together, they were such a misfit group of men. You smiled softly as you watched Seungmin and Jeongin bicker and tease each other while Minho and Jisung talked quietly together. Hyunjin and Felix were loudly laughing at something while Chan looked at them like they had grown a second head. But when your eyes landed on Changbin you saw him silently watching you from his place and you tilted your head slightly in challenge. He quietly lifted an eyebrow in question to you and you quickly darted your eyes away from him.
Changbin was a mystery to you, he was the shortest of his group and yet he was able to command and guide his group with ease. It was absolutely amazing to you and utterly sexy. His quiet confidence drove you wild with desire for the man and you would often find yourself dreaming about him when you fell asleep at night. Your subconscious creates images of how he would be able to command and guide you for both of your pleasure. It nearly made you mad with lust for him. But because he was so aloof with you you figured he wasn’t interested and didn’t see you that way at all. Which was discouraging but you could live with that knowledge if it meant you still got to see him every day in town.
Soon enough Chan was walking up to the register and you smiled sweetly at him as you walked along to meet him there. He easily paid their bill before the rest of the group began to walk up behind him calling out pleased goodbyes to you before walking out of the diner.
”We’ll see you later sweetheart!” Called Felix with a wave of his hand and you nodded as you waved them all goodbye. Changbin was always the last one to leave and as he walked past the register he nodded his head silently at you.
”See you later Changbin. Have a good night.” You said kindly to him with a warm smile as he passed you. When he left the diner you slowly walked back to their table and began to gather the nearly scrapped clean plates before dumping them in the dirty bin for dirty dishes. As you wiped down the tables you spotted the folded bills left on the table and shook your head at the excessive tip, you knew Changbin was always the one to leave you a tip and he always tipped excessively. It made you feel slightly guilty for accepting such a large tip, so you would slip half of it into Agnes’ tip jar behind the bar so that she would have a little extra as well. Looking out of the front windows of the diner you watched as the guys all hopped onto their bikes before loudly starting them up and then driving off probably to their gang clubhouse that they had revamped from the old civic center across town. Your eyes lingered on Changbin like they normally did and you sighed softly as you watched him easily handle the large bike underneath him and bit your lip as he pulled out of the parking lot.
”Girl, when are you going to grow the balls to lock that man down finally?” Agnes called out from behind you startling you with her question before she began to cackle loudly at you jumping. You shook your head as you chuckled along with her before moving to the back to load up the dishes to be cleaned.
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“Honey, are you sure you don't want me to give you a ride home? It’s on my way. It wouldn’t be a problem.” Agnes offered as the two of you walked out of the diner after your shift ended.
”No, no. I need to get some fresh air after being cooped up in that diner all day. I’ll be fine. I’ll see you tomorrow Agnes.” You call out to her and begin walking leisurely down the street in the direction of your apartment. Your apartment complex isn’t that far from the diner and is situated above the family owned pizzeria. 
You quietly begin the walk home and slip in your earbuds into your ears before pressing play on your playlist for the evening. It’s a normal quick walk that you take almost every evening that you work at the diner. Usually just a ten minute walk as the sun begins to set over the town. As you pass by the local bar you quicken your steps as you spot a man leaning against the side of the building by himself. Not wanting to peak his interest you keep your head down and quickly walk past him. And just as you’re making it past the bar a large hand is grabbing your elbow and spinning you around. You yelp loudly at the swift movement and you yank your earbuds out of your ears before you shove the man away from you as he tries to crowd you hurriedly.
“C’mon darling. I just want a little taste.” He croons at you and scoff in disgust at him before shoving him away once more as he steps closer to you.
”No thanks. Not interested.” you say loudly just as you hear a loud motorcycle engine pull up in the parking lot of the bar. The man tried to grab at you again but suddenly you watched wide eyed as a large hand wrapped around his shoulder and he was yanked backwards to the ground harshly.
”I think the lady said no.” Changbin snapped out angrily as he loomed over the man lying on the ground on his back.
”Hey easy man. I was just asking her out.” The man tried to talk his way out of the situation. Changbin looked over at you for a quiet moment before he twirled his index finger in a circular motion. You did as you were told and turned around to give him your back. 
As the sounds of heavy fists hitting skin echoed around you you flinched at each sound. But not once did you turn back to watch since Changbin had asked you not to. Only when Changbin’s hand came to rest gently on your hip did you turn around to him. You didn’t bother to look at the guy on the ground as Changbin guided you over to his bike.
”I’ll give you a ride home. Here take my helmet.” He said to you and you nearly melted at his soft tone as he placed his helmet on top of your head before buckling the strap underneath your chin. He straddled the bike and leant forward to give you enough room to get on, which you did in a hurry and wrapped your arms around his waist and cuddled into his back as you shut your eyes. You had never been on a motorcycle and jolted against his back when he started up the bike making it rumbling underneath you.
The ride back to your apartment was quick and soon Changbin was sliding off his bike to help you off as well. Your hand felt small in his large one and when your thumb grazed over his busted knuckle you gasped softly before looking down at his hand.
”Oh no! Your hands!” You cooed at him.
”It’s nothing, don't worry about it.” Changbin tried to reassure you but you shook your head at him.
”Come up to my apartment and I’ll patch you up.” You insisted and Changbin shook his head quickly as a blush bloomed on his cheeks as his eyes darted up the stairs to your apartment.
”No, no I couldn’t do that.” He said softly as he shook his head again.
”Please Changbin? You beat up a guy for me because he wouldn’t. Take no for an answer.” You said softly as your lips pouted slightly at him. “Let me take care of you.” You insisted once more but he sighed and shook his head as he gently unclasped his helmet from your head.
”Maybe another time.” He reassured you gently with a soft smile and you huffed at him causing him to chuckle at you. You pout slightly before you lunge forward and press a kiss to his cheek which shocks him but then makes him duck his head as he grins to himself.
”Well thank you for saving me. I really appreciate it. Would you let my buy you lunch or dinner to say thank you?” You ask him sweetly and he looks up at you quickly with wide eyes.
”Like a date?” He asks before ducking his head once more and you chuckle softly at his antics.
”Yes like a date silly.” You says softly and Changbin grins softly at your answer before nodding his head while keeping his eyes down. “Good. I’ll let you know next time I’m free and we’ll go.” You say softly to him and he nods once more.
”Now get going. I know you’re exhausted.” He said softly in a gruff tone which had you beaming happily at him. You press one more kiss to his cheek before you’re turning on your heel to walk up the steps to your apartment as he watches you in a daze from his bike. You chuckle softly as you spot him still there after making it up to your door before you unlock the door and slip inside with a beaming smile on your face.
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dearmura · 8 months ago
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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....
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buckyshoneybunny · 2 months ago
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Their Babydoll
WinterWidow + Shy!Stark!Curvy!reader 
Summary- Bucky and Natasha take a liking to the shy designer. 
W.C.- 2212 
Warnings- Smut, fluff, cursing, unprotected sex, oral (fem, reader), cum eating, let me know if I missed anything. 
A/N- I hope you guys like! Sorry if the smut sucks, I was tired lol. I know these fics are usually Bucky x Reader x Steve but I would want Nat more. Anyway I already have an idea for a new series and it includes Biker Bucky! Not proof read, all mistakes are mine. Hope you enjoy it my lovelies!  
Masterlist 
“Please Uncle Tony!” You beg for the hundredth time.  
“No,” he says, not even looking up from the device he was tweaking.  
“But-” 
“No,” he interrupts you.  
You stick your bottom lip out and give your best puppy eyes. It would always work when you were younger. Now though? 
“No”  
You groan and cross your arms. You smile to yourself. “You know, Aunt Pepper has been wondering what happened to her-” 
“Okay! Okay,” he sighs and pushes the protective glasses further up his nose as he looks at you. “There’s no need to bring Pepper into this.” 
You giggle and lean your hip against the table he’s working at. “You always were afraid of Aunt Pepper.” 
“I’m not afraid of her,” he huffs. “I just happen to have a healthy amount of respect for her.”  
“You’re afraid of her, Tony,” Bruce pipes up from across the lab.  
You giggle as Tony sends you and Bruce a glare.  
“Why do you even want to use the holographic interfaces?” Tony asks. 
“Because it would make designing floor plans so much easier! Using your tech would help me with the critical parts of my job.”  
“But you don’t even know how to use them.” 
“You could teach me.” 
“But I don’t hav-” He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Fine,” he huffs.  
You squeal and hug him. “Thank you, Uncle Tony!”  
He pats your arm, “Yeah yeah.” 
Most people didn’t know Tony had a sister; hell no one knew he actually had any siblings until you showed up with your stuff one rainy day. 
Freshly 19 and ready to make a name for yourself in the world of Interior Design, you’d moved to New York thinking this was the best place to do so. 
Your mother, Tony’s younger sister only by a few years, called to express her worry of you moving there and being alone.  
So, Tony being the ever so giving person he is, and a few not-so-subtle threats from your mother, told you that you could stay at the Avengers Tower. You were furious, ranting about how you wanted to make it on your own and didn’t need any help. But when he mentioned you’d get to meet and spend time with the Avengers, you quickly got over it. 
You were so excited to meet the Avengers, you’d always had a major crush on Bucky. You even wrote a paper about him for your history class in the 6th grade. His sparkling steel blue eyes taking you captive. You wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through his shoulder length brown hair, hoping it’s as soft as it looks. And you can’t forget those full, pink lips that could make a gal melt like butter on hot asphalt.  
But he was taken, by your second favorite Avenger, Natasha Romanoff. You definitely had a girl crush on her. She was so strong and skilled, every womans idol. She was the reason you tried and failed at learning how to fight. So what if you were thicker than the other girls? Yeah okay, you had thick thighs, a pudgy, soft stomach and flabby arms, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t learn some moves like the other girls. To be fair though, that instructor was a womanizer. 
He said, and I quote, that you’d ‘never make it anywhere in life looking like that’. Boy did you prove him wrong. You were one of the best Interior Designers in New York, you had a special touch that other designers didn’t have. And you loved your job, you loved bringing peoples dreams to life and seeing the joy on their face.  
You enjoyed it, but it wasn’t always easy. The meticulous planning, writing up contracts, getting a crew for certain aspects in and out on time could be grueling at times, but seeing the looks on your client’s faces when they’d see the finished product was always worth it.  
You had been worried when you first got to the Tower, worried the other Avengers wouldn’t like you. It was all for nothing though because they absolutely loved you, you were a part of their dysfunctional family now and they had no plans of letting you go. Everyone had really taken a liking to you, especially Bucky and Natasha. 
When you introduced yourself to them with your cheeks flushed, hands nervously fidgeting behind your back, and your shy little voice, it made Natasha want to wrap her arms around you and protect you from the world.  
But, on the other hand, seeing your long thick thighs on display, juicy ass just barely covered by the shorts you wore, and your tank top that hugged your curves just right made her’s and Bucky’s mouths water. That body paired with your shy, innocent demeanor made them want to swallow you whole. 
They had been happy just the two of them, rekindling their love once they both were free. They never thought about having someone else in their relationship, never wanted anyone else, until you.  
One knowing look and desire fill conversation later they knew they had to have you. They just had to be careful so they wouldn’t scare you away, and make sure Tony didn’t find out and do something crazy. He was very protective of you. 
So, the next couple of years were spent with heated looks, lingering touches, and subtle hints thrown at you that you never seem to catch. They were tired of this game of chase, frustrated and on a level of horny so high that they couldn’t fuck down no matter how hard they tried. Bucky was this close to fucking up against the closest wall, Natasha not far behind. But they’d soon get what they longed for.  
You studied your reflection in the mirror again. The thin strapped, black dress that stopped mid-thigh, and had a slit going up your left thigh, hugged your body perfectly. You wouldn’t normally wear something so revealing but Wanda said this dress was perfect.  
She’d said you’d definitely be getting fucked tonight. She may or may not have read Bucky and Natasha’s minds and knew this dress would make them lose it.  
Tonight was Sam’s birthday party, although his birthday wasn’t for two more days, he’d be in Louisiana visiting his sister so Steve wanted to throw him a party before he left.  
Making sure your curls were perfect, you sprayed on some perfume and put some black heels on and headed down to the floor the party was being held at. 
Natasha and Bucky were sat at the bar area, formulating a plan on how to make you theirs. Natasha wore an off the shoulder, floor length, blood red dress that fit her just right, with matching lipstick and heels.  
Bucky had a tailor-made, black suit that showed his defined muscles. His face clean-shaven, displaying his sharp jaw and his hair tied back in that low, sexy bun he’s always sporting.  
Natasha was the first to see you, choking on her drink as she takes you in, causing Bucky to follow her line of sight. His cock rock hard instantly. She bit her lip and one shared glance; they knew tonight was the night and they had just the plan to do it. 
You lock eyes with Natasha and she beckons you over.  
“Look at you, firefly,” she grins and you blush.  
Bucky whistles and looks you up and down. “You’d give poor old Steve a heart attack in that dress, doll. You look amazing.”  
“You think so?” You shyly ask. 
“Definitely,” Natasha adds.  
You begrudgingly do a shot with them after the persisted you do at least one to help loosen you up, even though they knew you didn’t like alcohol. They didn’t leave your side the rest of the night, not that you minded, you loved being the center of their attention. They were waiting for the perfect moment to sneak you away, that moment came after the cake and presents, everyone having gone back to drinking and dancing.  
Natasha loops her arm with yours. “So, firefly,” she smirks. “Me and Bucky were thinking of changing up our room, think you could help us?” There a devious sparkle in her eyes that you miss. 
Your eyes light up. “Yes!” You smile.  
They lead you away from the party and up to their room. Once inside Bucky locks the door. You look around as Natasha comes up behind you and puts her hands on your waist. She runs her nose up the side of your neck, taking in the scent of your perfume. You freeze. 
“Nat?” You ask on a shaky whisper.  
“Yes, firefly?” She nibbles on your ear, causing you to shudder. 
Bucky stands in front of you and cups your face, tilting your head to make you look at him. His lips inches from yours. Your follow-up question gets stuck in your throat. 
“Do you know,” Bucky starts, leaning forward to nudge his nose with yours. 
“How long we’ve been waiting for you?” Natasha finishes, kissing your shoulder. 
“What?” You ask through the already forming fog in your brain. 
“We want you, firefly. Will you let us have you?” She slides her hands up to just under your boobs, waiting for your consent. You whimper and nod. 
“Words doll,” Bucky says. 
“Yes,” you whisper breathlessly.  
Bucky smashes his lips to yours as Natasha cups your boobs, squeezing them. You moan and grab Bucky’s forearms.  
He steps back and takes his suit jacket off, instructing Nat to take your dress off. She slowly unzips the dress and pushes the straps off your shoulders. It gets bunched around your middle, you blush, insecurities sneaking up on you. She just pushes it the rest of the way down. 
Your hands itch to cover yourself but stop when Bucky lets out a deep groan. He whispers a fuck and reaches down to squeeze his throbbing cock. You let out a whine. 
“Get on the bed and spread those gorgeous thighs, doll,” he rasps. His eyes black with lust. Your bra and panties come off and you get on the bed, laying on your back and shyly spreading your thighs.  
Natasha moans. “Look at her Buck.” He hums and pushes the straps of her dress off her shoulder, revealing she had nothing on underneath. He groans and kisses her; she unbuttons his shirt. You whine, more slick coming out and coating your folds. They break apart and grin. 
While Bucky finishes taking his clothes off, Natasha comes beside you and starts to play with your breasts, pinching and tugging your nipples causing you to moan. Bucky, now naked, kneels between your legs, taking in the sight of your soaked pussy.  
“Already so wet and we’ve hardly touched you babydoll,” he taunts. You whine, the feeling of his hot breath causing you to shudder. 
“Don’t tease her Buck,” Natasha says as she takes one of your nipples into her mouth.  
She nips lightly at the bud as Bucky presses his tongue to your clit, you let out a high-pitched moan and grip his hair. As she teases your nipples, Bucky eats you out like a starved man, mumbling out how good you taste in between slurps and gasps of breath. 
Bucky can’t handle it anymore and stands up before you can cum. “I gotta be in you, doll, fuck.” He gets in between your legs and lines his leaking tip up with your entrance.  
He slowly slides in and your eyes roll back. He gives you a second once he bottoms out, letting you adjust. Natasha rubs your clit as he starts to move. 
“How does she feel?” She asks 
“S’fucking good, so tight, shit” He groans and pounds into you. 
Natasha oscillates between making out with you and sucking you breasts and leaving hickies. She keeps rubbing your clit. You grip the sheets, panting and moaning. Bucky angles his thrusts just right and you scream as he hits that spot inside of you that causes you to see stars. 
“I-I’m go-....gonna...” You can’t even finish your sentence. 
He speeds up his thrusts, “Cum, doll, soak my cock.” 
Your eyes roll back and your back arches as you squirt, soaking his balls, thighs, and the bed. His hips stutter as he cums unexpectedly, he rides out both of your highs, his cock not softening at all.  
Natasha motions for him to pull, when he does, she immediately gets between your legs and eats you out, moaning at the taste of your slick and Bucky’s cum. He groans and starts to fuck her. 
This goes on for hours, both of them pull orgasms out of you. By the end of it, you lay cuddle between them, exhausted. They say that they want you to be a part of their relationship, you agree, feeling like you’re dreaming. The two people you’ve had the biggest crush on actually wanted you to be with them, you couldn’t have been happier. 
When Tony finds out he whacks both Natasha and Bucky in the back of the head with a rolled-up newspaper. He also now carries a spray bottle with him for when y’all get a little too handsy.  
All in all you’re living your dream and you couldn’t be happier.
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yutassweetangel · 22 days ago
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got me thinking of biker!geto lately (im literally giggling and blushing while writing this omg) a lil warning geto has an Australian accent if your not into that<3 whisper of the day (ill try do this everyday): imagine one day your hand is out the window in boring traffic on your way home and a biker!geto, lookings at you and tells you to put your hand back inside. butterflies I tell you, butter—fucking—flies. "young lady, dont put your hand outside, ok?" he says with a cute australian accent, pulling his visor down with his finger. the light suddenly turns green and your biker boy was gone. after that moment he's all you've been thinking about. until one day, you see him in a party with your friend. and the same butterflies from before came back. you wanted to walk up to him, but you were way to shy too, only eyeing him through out the party.
and he took the hint.
biker!geto walks up to you with a smirk, his cup full of brandy which he swirls around. he still had a leather jacket, gloves and helmet.
"fancy seeing you here, ay?" biker!geto says. "y-yeah.." you stutter nervously, awkwardly standing there with your cup of water. you werent in a mood for alcohol tonight. but with biker!geto around you already felt high. "whatcha drinking there?" his accent made you want to drop down on your knees and worship him. "j-just water." gawd. can you get a grip girl? you gawk and almost fall at his never leaving smile. "say..." he trails off and looks away from you, off into the distance. "this party is quite boring." he continues on, looking at your already pink ears. "wanna go for a ride mate?"
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should probably make this a fanfic, but I would take me time to make my crafts. megumi fanfics tomorrow anyone?
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