#bucherer

[permanentstyle]

https://www.permanentstyle.com/2024/03/how-to-sell-your-watch.html

How to sell a watch

[sentierscolores]

[rivieiraa]

[unes23]

Edita Vilkeviciute for Bucherer SS22

[watchilove]

JC Biver x Bucherer Carillon Tourbillon set with a gradient of blue sapphires

JC Biver x Bucherer Carillon Tourbillon set with a gradient of blue sapphires: “We give birth to the soul of the watch” – Jean-Claude Biver, after five decades in the watchmaking business, and his son Pierre, both passionate collectors, embarked on a magnificent adventure: the creation of a hyper-exclusive watch brand at the pinnacle of prestige.   Continue reading Untitled

[detournementsmineurs]

"Le Peuple Genevois" bronze de Robert Dorer (1869) dans le Jardin Anglais à Genève, novembre 2023.

[pkansa]

Hodinkee Insurance Offers Streamlined Process for Insuring Watches

Hodinkee Insurance Offers Streamlined Process for Insuring Watches

In the world of horology, where timepieces are not just functional but also a symbol of style and status, their protection becomes paramount. Enter Hodinkee Insurance, a beacon of security that promises to safeguard your cherished watches in the most efficient and reliable way possible. Continue reading Untitled

[uhren-basel]

ROLEX übernimmt Bucherer Gruppe

Der mit Abstand grösste Luxusuhrenhersteller der Branche übernimmt Juwelier Bucherer, dem weltgrösste Uhren- und Schmuckverkäufer. Bucherer verkaufte  seit über 90 Jahren Rolex Uhren und war der wichtigsgte . Nach über 135 Jahren in Familienbesitz verschwindet ein weiterer Famimilienbetrieb. Bucherer soll weiterhin eigenständig agieren und die weltweit etwa 2’400 Mitarbeiter sollen übernommen…

[enzoshop]

数年ぶりに出会えた、ほぼ未使用と言っても過言ではないref.3131 BUCHERER Wネーム。ずっとコンディションの良いバブルバックを個人的に探していただけに、マジで嬉しい。ブヘラのWネームが購入の決め手では無く、ただただ綺麗なバブルバックが欲しかっただけ。 そして、文字盤がかなり珍しい。というのもインデックスと数字のゴールドが箔押しをしたような仕様。実に美しいわけです。新品のデイトナ買うより100倍嬉しい…だって無いもん。 #bucherer #rolex #bubbleback https://www.instagram.com/p/CqKhp11veqO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[machomasa11]

Vintage Bucherer Gold Llated Manual Wind Ladies Ball Pendant Watch #buchererwatch #bucherervintage #buchererpendantwatch #bucherer #pendantwatch https://www.instagram.com/p/CoVhG5fJgQ2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[rabbitcruiser]

Tick Tock Day

Tick Tock Day is celebrated on December 29 of every year. Tick Tock Day will remember us that only two days are still left in the year. If you have any work that has to be finished in this year or you have to accomplish a big thing in this year, then this day will remind you that, there are things still left that have to to be done and the year is almost going to end.

“Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the minutes are going by. The past increases, the future decreases. Possibilities are decreasing, regrets mounting.” – Haruki Murakami

History of Tick Tock Day

The exact origin and the founder of Tick Tock Day are still unknown. This day is an unofficial holiday, and no one can deny the fact that this day exists. It is a perfect day to look back what had transpired during the entire year. It also urges us to finish the work that can be done in that two days and reminds us how much of work can be done in the minimum amount of time.

People will celebrate this day by completing their tasks which are unfinished on that day. It is also a perfect time to look back on the year’s accomplishments. It will help you to shape your resolutions for the upcoming year. For More Positivity, just think about on this way after today there are two days are left in the year. That is 48 Hours otherwise 2880 minutes, or it seems bigger when you prefer 172800 seconds. With that, you can achieve a lot of things that have to be finished in that year.

How to Celebrate Tick Tock Day

Tick Tock Day will give you one last chance to pick some of the goals that you have not been accomplished in that year, and to finish those goals or achievements before all starts over again with a distinct set of resolutions. It also reminds you to get out there and make sure that you have not left the year behind you full of Discomfort.

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[velvette-creations]

Bite the bullet and run

The Boys: Billy Butcher x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI) 

WC: 1.9 k 

Prompt: Held at Gunpoint for @sweetspicybingo (Hurt/Comfort Bingo Collection)

Warnings: spoilers for season 4, injury/blood, oral (f receiving), fingering, c*m eating, overstimulation, a bit of angst, alcohol consumption, anger, hallucinations 

Summary: Billy Butcher is living on borrowed time

Billy is staring down the barrel of a loaded gun, and he knows it. The trigger is cocked, bullet warm in the chamber, just itching to fire into his brain. Karmic retribution; he’s done his fair share of lousy shit under the guise of being a hero, and now it’s catching up to him. Took the V and paid the price. He’s living on borrowed time as the tumor destroys his brain, bringing him closer and closer to death. He knows it, but he can’t admit it. Even as the hallucinations of Rebecca and Kessler make it painfully honest.

He wonders how long he can keep spinning out of control, keep blacking out, and keep pushing reality down; god knows it’s already wreaked havoc on his mental state. It’s not like he can escape it; eventually, the cold, hard reality will come knocking on his front door. His mind flickers briefly to the thought of you and the citrus smell of your perfume, of leaving you behind to handle the mess. You’re a cold-hearted bastard, Bucher; just admit, it will do you good, Kessler sneers. But he’s not; Billy Butcher is flesh and blood, human, and he’s not ready to bite the bullet just yet.

He downs the shot, the whiskey burning his throat and dulling his senses. The liquor won’t change anything but allows him a moment's sweet respite from reality. He can hear Kessler’s sardonic laughter from the stool next to him, the outline of him in Billy’s peripheral vision. He’s not fucking real, the cunt ain’t there, Billy seethes in his head.

That’s where you’re wrong, Billy Boy. I’m a part of you now; better get used to it—the devil on his shoulder.

Billy orders another shot, nearly jumping out of his skin when your hand presses against his shoulder. He’s ready to throw an enraged punch to your face until he realizes it’s you.

“What has you so pissed off that you were ready to knock me through a wall?” you ask dryly as you slip into the stool beside him, Kessler’s form dissipating. You turn toward the bartender and order two shots: one for him and one for you.

“A bit of this, a bit of that, love. This Neuman business has got us all on edge, don’t it?” he grumbled, wrapping his blunt fingers around the shot glass. You want to slap him right across the face. You know it’s more than that.

You hmmm softly before downing your shot, then tap your fingers against the sticky bar counter.

“Sorry, but I’m not buying that bullshit. You’ve been off for weeks. You’re hiding something.” You don’t mean to sound so accusatory, but you’re tired of dancing around the issue. It pisses you off that he’s withholding, and you’re tired of letting him crawl between your legs so he can avoid reality.

“Ain’t none of your business, love,” he snorts, and you slam your hands against the bar.

“Fuck you, Billy! It is my fucking business! If I’m gonna wake up to you dead next to me in bed one morning, I deserve to fucking know,” you growl, making heads turn in your direction.

Tell her, Billy. You don’t have to be alone. I don’t want you to be alone. Sweet, sweet Rebecca, the angel on his other shoulder.

He glares up at you, anger dancing in his dark eyes, but you can see the pain pushing through. You’re ready for the explosion; you welcome it. Anything to prove that he still has a fight inside of him, that he isn’t giving in so willingly. Glass shatters as he slams it against the bar, tiny pieces embedding in his skin and blood oozing from the shallow cuts. You hold your hand out as the bartender storms over.

“We’re going,” you assure him, leaving enough cash to cover the shots and a generous tip to compensate for the disturbance and broken glass. You grab Billy’s upper arm and tug him towards the door.

The bartender was kind enough to lend you a clean rag to wrap around Billy’s injured hand, and you guide him toward your apartment, which is a couple blocks away. The silence is deafening as you both sit hunched over in your small bathroom (the light is better there) as you remove the glass from Billy’s cuts with tweezers. Once you’re assured you’ve gotten them all out, you wash and disinfect his hand before wrapping it in a clean bandage. How many nights have you spent cleaning blood and stitching up wounds, avoiding the hospital if able? How many nights have you spent with his mouth hot on your cunt as his tongue brings you to the edge of sweet oblivion? Intimate in so many ways, yet the art of communication is lost.

“I ain’t trying to lie to you, love. I just don’t wanna say it,” he murmurs, his gaze cast to the floor, counting the white tiles to glisten in the bright light.

Tell her, Billy

You gently grasp his uninjured hand, smoothing your thumb over his knuckles. “Are you sick?”

He nods.

“Are you living on limited time?”

He nods again. He’s told you all you need to know without saying a word.

“Will you let me be there for you?”

There is a hesitation before he nods a third time. He can see Rebecca smiling at him from over her shoulder.

“Thank you. I won’t say anything to the rest of the team,” you assure him. Secrets are for him to share, not you. You won’t betray his trust in that way.

“Thanks, love.”

“Come on, you can crash with me tonight.”

You find a show to watch that isn’t under the Vought umbrella and share Chinese takeout with Billy, squished together on your small couch, the space he’ll be sleeping on tonight. You made it painfully evident with the extra pillow and blankets sitting on the small coffee table in front of the TV. The truth may have been revealed, but you’re not ready to completely mend fences.

“Night, Billy,” you whisper, brushing your lips over his warm cheek, feeling the soft stubble of his beard scrape against your skin.

“Night, love,” he sighs, and you disappear into your bedroom.

Eventually, you’re finally caught in the hazy space of sleep and the waking world when you feel the mattress dip. Billy’s warm body settles against your back, and his bandaged hand rests on your hip.

“I’ll go if you want me to, love, but I’ve missed you,” he whispers in your ear before his lips ghost along the curve of your neck. Need palpitates in your belly. You don’t want him to go. Maybe you’re more forgiving than you thought.

“Don’t…don’t go, Billy,” you beg, your words holding a heavier meaning as tears sting your eyes.

“I’m right here, love, I’m right here,” he assuages, pulling you closer with his other hand before it slips under your tank top to cup one of your breasts. His thumb circles around your nipple until it hardens. His cock presses against the swell of your ass. Your citrus perfume tickles his nose.

You rut against him, grabbing his hand and moving it down your belly. He plunges into your shorts, his warm palm finding your damp cunt immediately. His rough fingers stroke your folds, gathering up your arousal.

“Billy,” you whine. His bare chest radiates warmth, and you yearn to curl into it.

“I’m right here, love,” he breathes as two fingers slip inside you. You clench around him, rocking your hips as needy mewls spill from your lips. It never takes much for him to make you come completely undone. You try to push away the thought that he’s living on borrowed time, which could be one of the last moments you share with him. Might as well make the most of it.

Your eyes roll back as his fingers pump steadily in and out of your pussy, making your toes curl before you spill into orgasm. Animalistic lust surges through you as Billy removes his fingers and tugs your shorts down your legs. You roll over, tugging off your tank and his boxers before lowering your mouth to suck on the tip of his cock. Once he’s coated in your salvia, you mount him, sinking deep onto his cock.

“Bloody hell,” he groans, his good hand gripping your hip tightly before slipping up your belly to take a handful of your tits.

You bounce on his cock, working your muscles and riding him like it might be his last night. You try to push away the thought that it very well might be. You reach down to cup his face as sweat pools down your back.

“Billy, fuck, Billy,” you moan, tracing your thumb around his plush lips.

“Love the way you scream my name, darlin’,” he grins, all cocksure. There he is. There’s your Billy.

“Don’t I know it,” you purred, squeezing around his cock as his hips thrust beneath you. A chill sets in the outside air, but inside is all heat. His flesh is sweaty and salty, and you can’t get enough of it.

Billy finds his fire and his strength, remaining buried inside you as he changes positions, placing you on your back underneath him so he can pound you. Your legs tighten around his waist as he leans down to capture you in a fiery kiss, one where you can taste his passion and the salt of his skin. Your nails skim down his back as flesh smacks together. Wet sounds fill the air, intermingling with his grunts and your pants. You tremble beneath him as you reach your peak, and he spills inside you, making you milk him for all he’s worth. He stays pressed against you as your fingers drag lazily through his damp, dark hair.

Billy gazes into your eyes, thinking it was well spent if this was his last night on earth. Better to go out with a bang and in between the thighs of a woman he loves. Not that he’s ever uttered those words out loud. Almost feels as if he’s betraying Rebecca, but fucking hell, how long can he hold onto ghosts? He gently slips out of you, leaving kisses along your neck, over the swells of your breasts and your belly, before he reaches your soaked, swollen cunt. He can’t help but swipe his tongue over the mess of himself mixed with you.

“Billy,’ you gasp, tangling your fingers in his hair as you squirm against his mouth.

“Indulge a dying man, would you, love? Don’t deny me my favorite last meal,” he murmurs against your damp thighs.

“Oh, you’re an asshole,” you laughed, giving his hair a sharp tag.

“Don’t I know it?” His tongue swirls against your core, dipping inside you.

You’re oversensitive from earlier, and it doesn’t take long for you to cum against his mouth, feeling absolutely spent by the time he’s finished. You’re coated in sweat, and a shower sounds so good, but you can’t be fucked to move. You barely muster up the strength to drape yourself over Billy’s naked chest, holding tightly to him. His bandaged hand rests lightly against your lower back. You snuggle your face against the crook of his neck, committing his scent and flesh to your memory.

Billy Butcher is staring down the barrel of a gun, but for now, he only cares about the feeling of you in his arms. He’ll bite the fucking bullet another fucking day.

[khaopybara]

Q. Did she say anything? (about borrowing his mom's clothes?)

K. She doesn't mind. She says "you look beautiful". ✦✦✦

[maxjk0]

Took The Beast on Vacation, I think he had a great time :)

[unes23]

Edita Vilkeviciute for Bucherer SS22

[watchilove]

The "Bucherer Watch Wallet" app - the perfect digital assistant for watch collections

The Bucherer Watch Wallet helps watch lovers organise, value, insure and sell their timepieces. With its intelligent functions, attractive design and user-friendly interface, the app is the perfect assistant and is now available in Germany. The Bucherer Watch Wallet gives users a constant overview of their portfolio, allowing them to manage their collection easily and store important documents…