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.
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.”
*abuse trigger warning* I don’t even like this one lmao but it’s about reader being shy about sex and shit because she’s had an abusive father and is kinda traumatized but she loses her virginity to dan cool
y/n’s had a long gucking day and just needs to relax, so she finds herself with her fingers deep in her own entrance and pil walks in. what happens next? fuck idk i wrote this fic like weeks ago just read
Quickie photoshoot for tonight, passed on the photo editing too because fuck it. Bought this at a really great price a few weeks ago and I honestly am in love. The Smith & Wesson locking system is rather interesting. My only gripe so far has been the use of roll pins where there should be solid pins, but I already fixed that. Everything seems to be exact to the Savie/Browning Hi-Power except for the safety, slide release, and the barrel system. All in all very well built even though it was abused by the Israelis.