In which Clint and Bucky try to let go of the past and start thinking about the future. They also celebrate the holidays, juggle knives, assemble furniture, see a musical, adopt a few strays, and rescue each other repeatedly.
Warnings:Edging, orgasm denial, age gap (not an illegal one), bratty reader, dirty talk. I won’t say daddy kink but she calls him daddy during sex? And he’s a total dilf? And… yeah, okay, bit of daddy kink. Bucky is a businessman/single dad, reader is his nanny, it’s all sorts of inappropriate. He’s like “gah this is wrong” and she convinces him to stop caring, but I wouldn’t really call it dubious consent. He consents pretty fucking enthusiastically once he gets over the moral dilemma. This is absolute shameless self-indulgent filth.
A/N: for @sweeterthanthis and her “Quote Me On It” challenge, except it’s over a month late, because I have had zero creative energy lately. Better late than never, I hope! My quote was “How about you take a sugar-frosted fuck off the end of my dick?” from Blade: Trinity.
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When you check on her again, Becca is still sound asleep, whistling slightly on each exhale through the gap in her front teeth. You close the door carefully and tiptoe down the stairs, past the floor that contains the office and playroom, down to the main floor of the immaculate Barnes brownstone.
You already cleaned up the kitchen — it was a mess after your cookie-baking venture this afternoon — but Becca’s sippy cup half-full of juice is still waiting on the counter. You pick it up and pour it down the front of your shirt without hesitating.
It’s not like you can take the subway all the way back to Manhattan with your tank top all wet and sticky, right?
Of course… right before I need to get back to work I find my inspiration and the motivation to draw again ;) At least that’s a good sign that I am really over Covid (now I only need to get rid of that annoying cough…)
But at least I could seize the remaining time and managed to finish something small for myself. A picture of Virgil Tracy - yes, it’s that time again that I need Thunderbirds escapism and a self-indulging picture of Virg…
Btw… Virigl has horrible hair and I hate to draw it…
The background is a photo of the sky … I was too lazy to come up with an actual background…
Okay… so… this was supposed to be my “personal art” piece for March. But migraine… I at least managed to finish it and I am mostly satisfied with the outcome. Since it’s not a commission I am not going to fret too much over the parts that didn’t turn out quite like I wanted them.
But at least I got myself a Lynn/Bruno fanart while I am still enjoying Season 4 of “Love Island the Game”.
This game is truly a guilty pleasure and I am probably 20 years older than the target audience XD but it’s silly and fun and I need that in my life right now XD Lynn is the main character in this season and I am playing her in the game.
And I know about the controversies around season 4. But I decided that I can’t shut out everything in my life that I enjoy because capitalism is a thing… I have fun - you just don’t have to take this season too seriously XD
Lynn and Bruno would never work outside the Villa… but that’s a problem for another day XD
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Dean napped peacefully on the couch, where he had plopped himself nearly six hours earlier. All of you had gotten back from a job in the wee hours of the morning, leaving everyone beyond exhausted.
You had the luxury of napping for a while in the car, then for another four and a half hours once you got back to the bunker. Feeling reasonably well rested, you decided to take the time to plan something special for the handsome man in front of you.
With a smile, you turned towards the kitchen. No, it wasn’t Dean’s birthday, or your anniversary, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t do something nice for him. He had driven you all over the country, through five states in the last three days, and protected you more than you could ever expect from someone. So, you hoped you could show at least a little bit of appreciation with something you knew he loved.
Jack stared at the colorful food display before him. Vivid pink and orange slices covered mounds of pure white. Specks of jade green peeked out from the center of the artistically constructed food items, giving a gorgeous contrast.
“So, what do you think?” you questioned with a giggle, unable to contain your amusement at Jack’s expression.
“So, this is all fish?” Jack placed two fingers over his chopsticks, obviously hesitant about the entire experience. “And it’s raw?”
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