Note: Here’s Vegas 3, enjoy this banter, sin, and fluff. I enjoyed writing it. I love this series so much, actually. Oh yeah, and this is only halfway edited, so don’t kill me if there are careless mistakes.
Word Count: 2293
Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader
Warnings: SMUT. quickie, mouth covering, trying not to get caught sex
“Daveed!” You yelled frustratingly from his kitchen. It was the morning after the concert and you were sore, frustrated, and most of all energy-deprived, so when you realized that you couldn’t reach the coffee mugs in his kitchen, you were already fed up.
You felt a warm pair of bare arms snake themselves around your waist and a body press itself against you from behind.
“Hmm?” Daveed’s breath was hot against your neck, creating goosebumps on your body.
You sighed, subconsciously leaning back into him. “Why do you put your coffee mugs so damn high on the shelf? You know I can’t reach them.”
“My bad,” he murmured, reaching up to grab a mug for you and set it on the counter. You knew he was smirking even though you couldn’t see him. “But it’s not my fault you’re short.”
Warnings: Language, Torture, PTSD sorta, some graphic descriptions of injuries, angst
A/N: Written for @iwantthedean ‘s quickie challenge. Write at least a 1000 word story with no dialogue. It ain’t easy. I based it off of this GIF blurb I wrote. You may wanna read that first. It kinda follows directly off of it.
Also this is entirely unedited. I might edit it later so any major fuckups…my bad.
I’d never forget the night I
found Y/N and brought her back. After I convinced her that I was me by telling
her the first time she told me she loved me she was talking in her sleep, she
broke. She wouldn’t stop crying all the way back to the bunker. I couldn’t
blame her. The British Men of Letters held her captive for two months. There
was no telling what those bastards could have done to her in that time. I did
know one thing. They’d never hurt her again.
I held her
close while she cried and tossed Sam the keys, pulling her out to the Impala. I
got her in, careful to avoid any injuries. I hadn’t been able to really look at
her yet. They definitely hadn’t fed her well. I could feel her bones as I ran
my hand along her back.
As soon as
Sam pulled into the garage I lifted her out of the car and got her into the
bathroom. I peeled her clothes off, letting her know what I was doing every
step of the way. As soon as I got a look at her back I had to stop. There were
whip marks, old and new, all across her back. Damn near every inch of skin was
slashed. She stepped out of her jeans and I looked up her legs, seeing the
backs of her thighs slashed. I turned her to face me. They spared the front of
her, save for bruises, burns, cuts, and stabs.
Time is slipping away as you wait for Bucky to return home from a mission so you can celebrate Valentine’s Day.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: This pure, shameless fluffy fluff…no really.
Word Count: 2,322
A/N: I was sitting in a creative meeting today and we were looking at some vintage designs when I spotted something that just screamed for a story. I can’t tell you what it was here but it’s down below ;) So for the next hour I tried to discreetly type out on my phone the story that was running through my head while also trying to pay attention to my coworkers. Be warned that this is a quickie and hasn’t been subjected to my usual weeks and weeks of editing, rewriting and obsessing.
It’s 11:00pm in Budapest.
1:00am in Moscow.
5:00pm in the Avengers compound where you are
hunched over a screen tracking the quinjet on radar.
You’ve been silently
staring at the display of vintage world clocks in the control room for hours;
lulled by the sweep of the second hands as they circle slowly.
Just ten more minutes you
tell yourself. In ten minutes, Bucky
will be home.
request(s): I’m not sure if you’re taking requests at the moment but if you do, could you please write one with stiles where his girlfriend has an important competition for a club or an event and asks him to come but he yells at her because he’s worried because of the benefactor but later he is sorry and they make it up if you know what I mean (please not too long just a quickie or makeout scene)
A/N: Let’s pretend the Beacon Hills swim team doesn’t suck. And while editing this I realised that there’s no condom involved but still, don’t be a fool, wrap your tool!
Warnings: smut, language and stiles is being a little bitch
“Got anything?”, you asked as you placed a mug full of coffee on the desk next to Stiles’ laptop while he typed away. It took him a few seconds to register that you were here, let alone asked something. He let out an annoyed groan before he shook his head and leaned back into your chair, rubbing his eyes to shake off the fatigue. You sighed and glanced at the screen with several police files opened next to a tab to research weapons, people and creatures that could fit the description of the reports.
“Maybe we should take a break?”, you suggested carefully in order not to rile him up even further. You knew it was important to Stiles to figure things out, maybe even solve the case and not just because he wanted to help. There was always a bit of fear of being useless involved, you all knew that even though it was nothing anyone should ever mention around him. You guessed that he felt a little out of place with all the supernatural going on around him, he wasn’t a werewolf, he couldn’t predict death and his fighting skills were close to yours, which basically meant you weren’t useful for anything but swimming. But he could provide information, and loads of it. If there was one person that knew shit about the supernatural other than Deaton in this town, it was Stiles.
AU where instead of outright rejecting anakin’s offer to overthrow the emperor, padme accepts it with the intent of drawing him back to the path of the good man she knows him to be. she’s not quite certain how she’ll do it, but she simply cannot bear to lose HOPE in the man she fell in love with.