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In which you have reunion sex with hubby, Marine!Toji ;)
“You been letting other men touch this pussy?”
Delirious, you answer with a garbled no.
Toji’s chuckle is mean and condescending, and the dastardly sound shoots straight to your pulsing clit. You cream even more around his massive cock, which stretches you out beyond imagination.
“’course not. This tight,” thrust, “fucking,” thrust!, “cunt,” thrust!, squelch!, squeeeelch!,“only wants me, doesn’t it?” He looks down to where you’re sinfully connected, tongue wetting his bottom lip at the sight of the glistening white ring around his base. “Yeah, doll. Missed you too. Don’t worry, gorgeous -hngh, fuck- g-gonna take care of ya, alright? Sarge’s gonna fuck you real good. You want that, ma?”
“No,” you moan, ass rocking back into his pelvis, chasing the fullness. “Want Toji to fuck me.” A sudden whine escapes you; you swear his cock just got even bigger.
He hooks a thumb into your other hole, keeping you so full you can’t think of anyone but him. Toji drawls, “You got it, babygirl. Just don't be complainin’ when you’re too sore to lift a finger tomorrow.”
“Whatever, you’ll do everything for me anyway.”
Toji grins. “Damn right.”
His hips are relentless — pummelling into your pussy with no mercy, no respect, no consideration for how many orgasms he’s already rammed out of you. Nothing matters more to him than feeling every part of your body, both outside and inside: not the fact that you’re both drowning in sweat, not the stickiness of your combined juices, and especially not the creak in his bones warning him he should be resting, not fucking his wife into the next year.
Reunion sex always turns out like this: rough and messy and ruled by pure, animalistic instinct. Making love and cuddling come later—when you’re too tired to keep your eyes open, when your stomachs are grumbling, and the light filtering through the curtains shifts from streetlight to sunrise.
Hickeys and bite marks litter both your skins. You love covering his new scars with them — something about pretending he hadn’t been somewhere terrifying, doing things he’d never be able to speak of to another soul again, wondering if he’d ever see you.
Most times, he tires himself out and ends up dozing off on your tits or your back, drooling and still balls-deep inside you. Sometimes, however…sometimes he overstimulates himself into an absolute emotional trainwreck.
“Oh god, baby,” he rasps, scarred lips grazing the curve of your neck, tasting the salt on your skin. “I missed ya. Missed you so -hah-fucking much. Thought I’d —fuck, loosen up for me, baby, gonna make me cum too soon— t-thought I’d lose my mind without you. You ain’t mad at me, are ya mama? Ain’t gonna leave, right? Don’t know -ngh- what I’d do without you, baby. God, never gonna -hic!- leave you again. Promise, gorgeous. Ah s-shit, gonna cum.”
Maybe he cries into your hair. Maybe he doesn’t. Whatever the case, he’s here. He’s home. And he’s holding you like you might slip away.
Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader (no use of y/n)
Warnings: Pregnancy, Postpartum depression, thoughts of giving up, the story gets happier with a slightly cheesy ending.
Summary: While the pregnancy was unexpected, Daniel and you feel whole with your daughter in the world with you. As anyone would expect, there are challenges you both have to face, especially with what Daniel does for a living. Daniel and you now are learning the balance of being parents and maintaining his racing career.
Here's part two of complete that wasn’t asked for but it has been sitting in my rough drafts for a while. Sorry if there are any grammar or any other errors, I did read through and edit or rewrite parts but missed things possibly. I'm still trying to figure out how to link the first part of the story. I hope you enjoy the story!
Trying to navigate parenthood is already a challenge, throwing in having a parent part of the Formula one world adds another obstacle. Even while learning how to be a new parent, Daniel never made you feel neglected. To say that Daniel Ricardo is a good parent would be an understatement. He went above and beyond in his attentiveness to the needs of his daughter, stepping in when you needed help or when he saw that you could use a breather. When he had to go back to traveling, the reality that you were going to be on your own for a bit was daunting and threatened to overwhelm you. Daniel’s mother made the call to stay behind and support you anyway she could. It did help to have her by your side but that didn’t stop the feeling of being alone from settling in the back of your mind. You knew eventually that he was going to have to leave but it seemed like it came up faster than either of you thought it would.
You were told about the do’s and don’ts of being a parent and what would follow after the birth. You were well aware that it wasn’t going to be easy, but you didn’t expect postpartum depression to hit you like a train. While there were no thoughts of harming Arisa or anyone else, the dark thoughts and turbulent emotions were all directed at yourself. Any self love and confidence you felt before crashed and burned, leaving an empty shell trying to find yourself again. What came with that was guilt that you didn’t feel as happy as you should and so many other feelings that felt wrong. Mirrors became things that you would avoid looking at for long or at all. The changes that should be seen as beautiful because it meant you welcomed your precious daughter into the world, felt ugly and like it ruined your body. Thoughts that you weren’t attractive anymore, that Daniel would lose interest and find someone else ate kept filling your mind. You didn’t want to worry Daniel with what you knew were irrational thoughts, not wanting to be a burden among everything else he had to take care of already. Especially since he was traveling and already having a hard time being away from home. So, all the negative thoughts and feelings were under wraps when it came to talking to him. The feeling of guilt that you weren’t being as open about things and not wanting to worry him was a constant battle that weighed you down. You were aware that it started showing physically what your self hatred was doing to you, hiding it when you could. When on call with Daniel, the camera would stay on Arisa or just be voice. If the camera was on you, then you wore something of his which was a normal thing you did anyways. The days and nights that the dark thoughts were particularly rough, you focused on the two people that kept you going through it all.
~ * * ~
Daniel wasn’t as oblivious as he came off to how you were holding up. His mother would voice her concerns to him, wanting to help you but not sure how to when you put up a front. He kept an eye on you through the cameras, watching as blind spots were discovered and taken advantage of. He knew that you felt guilty for his mom staying back with you, knowing that she was missing supporting him at the races. There was even guilt for not being there yourself, he didn’t need you to tell him that. Daniel knew how you were and it was killing him that you weren’t telling him everything. He was well aware of your reasons but that only made it worse, knowing that if he brought it up that you would shut down or deflect. Daniel was at a loss of what to do, being so far away destroying him even more. The thought of stepping back and letting someone take his place crossed his mind but he already knew you wouldn’t be happy about the decision. Eventually he was going to have to come out and try to get you to talk to him, but worried that it would only add more stress to you.
~ * * ~
The feeling of being lost and not sure how to get out of the hole you were so familiar with but now with added layers made it hard to feel like a good mother. There was a constant worry that you were doing something wrong. In normal situations where you couldn’t always produce enough milk or get Arisa to stop crying but Nana could only intensify the feeling. The thought that you were never meant to be a mother kept replaying in your head, drowning you in doubt. One of the nights that you were curled up in bed, Arisa sleeping peacefully next you in her bassinet, talking to Daniel with headphones on he seemed hesitant to ask something. In a curious voice, you ask quietly, “what’s on your mind, baby?” After a moment, he carefully asks, “how are you doing? I mean truly doing?” You can’t help when your eyes go wide and your words get stuck in your throat. Unable to respond for a minute or two, you finally swallow and say in such a soft voice that he almost misses it; “I’m just really tired and missing you.” That small admission, while not a lot of words, hit Daniel hard. No words could describe the heartbreak that made his chest ache at the weight they carried. Before he could respond, you continue in hopes to move on and avoid any more questions. The awareness of him showing that he knows you haven’t been totally forthcoming made you want to cry. You force your voice to sound light as you speak, “I was thinking about planning to be at a couple of the races, but I want to make sure that it will be okay to travel with Arisa first.” You could tell that Daniel didn’t miss how you changed the subject but decided to let it go for the moment, excitement at your words sparking in his response. “Yeah? You think she would do okay traveling? It would be good for her to get used to it, but I don’t want to rush the process either.” Looking over to the content face of the little girl next to you before looking back at the screen. “I’m going to talk to the doctors first, we’ll need security for sure.” Your voice goes softer when it goes silent for a moment and you continue, “I know it’s only been a month but it feels so much longer.” Daniel felt himself tear up and responded in a low voice, “I don’t know how to describe how much I just want to be home with you and Arisa. I feel like I’m split in half and missing a part of myself.” Tears escape before you can stop them, your throat tight with all the words you want to say. After managing to compose yourself enough to speak, “you always take a part of me when you leave but somehow this feels like you have so much more.” Daniel is quiet for a beat before his voice shows that he was crying too, “I thought about stepping back and coming home.” Tensing up with a frown, you shake your head even though he can’t see you. “Daniel, you’ve worked so hard to get there. Would you really want to walk away and risk not being able to return so easily?” Your voice held the expected serious edge and he had no doubt that there was a head shake somewhere too. His voice matched yours, “I don’t want to but I also rather want to be home with you and Arisa. I feel like I haven’t supported you as well as I could.” The fact you made it seem like he hadn’t been doing everything in his power for you and Arisa added to the guilt. “Baby, you have done so much more than most have, even when away for work. If it weren’t for knowing that I have you backing me, I would be lost.” While Daniel knew you meant all that you said, he couldn’t help but feel that he was letting you down in some areas. Neither you or Daniel speak for a moment, then Arisa gives a sleepy sigh and you both get a dopey smile at the same time. A yawn from you follows and you shift in bed, your eyes closing slightly as you talk in a sleepy voice. “I love you and can’t wait to see you again.” His reply is tender and sounding tired, “I love you too, I can’t wait to have you back in my arms.” Ending the call, you feel a little lighter after Daniel and you actually talked about things that had been danced around.
~ * * ~
Excitement has your leg bouncing and Arisa giggling at the movement, her little hands moving in the air and on your arms. You can’t help the smile on your face when you look at her, the eyes that look so much like her dads meets yours as she smiles happily. The noise of the crowd in the airport goes unnoticed with your focus on the little one in front you. Daniel didn’t know you were flying out and going to be at his next race, everyone else did but you wanted to surprise him. When the plane finally takes off after what felt like an hour, you settle back with a now sleepy child.
The drive to the track was nerve racking, the race was in two hours but time seemed to drag but also move fast on the way. F1 had someone come pick you up from the airport, which wasn’t a surprise but it was still pleasant to be able to relax and close your eyes. Arisa was out still from the flight and you took the chance to sleep while she was. When the driver finally pulls up to the track, there are people upon people milling about and going in to find their spots. You feel your chest constrict with panic at the idea of being in that crowd with Arisa, the anxiety is almost immediately gone when security opens the door and provides a protective cover by the entrance the drivers take. Following them in, you get to where the family of the drivers usually sit. It doesn’t take long for Arisa to steal the spotlight with the other people in the area. It was nice to catch up and be around adults again. Your mother in law tried but you didn’t exactly make it easy when feeling lost and trapped in your own home. The sounds of the race going to be starting soon has your blood pumping, your eyes immediately finding Daniel’s car.
~ * * ~
The thrill of the race never gets old, Daniel loved the adrenaline that ran through his system. His mind is going to get to the top spot and only that. The thought of being home sooner if he got this done was a big part of that motivation. While he loved racing, Daniel was ready to be home with his girls.
~ * * ~
Getting to watch your husband in action in person was something you really missed. The excitement of everyone has Arisa screeching excitedly and wiggling her arms happily. The carrier that she was in keeping her safe and secure. You were beyond proud of how well Daniel was doing and how far had come. After many tense moments and scares and crashes, Daniel comes out first. You can’t help the scream of joy and pride that leaves your lips, jumping up and down you feel tears of joy wet your cheeks. For the first time in a long time, you felt happy and like yourself and not just a husk of a lost mother. You quickly make your way down to see Daniel at the podium, wanting to see him there up close. The spray of champagne is cold against your skin and you make sure none gets on Arisa. As Daniel accepts the prize for first place, his eyes meet yours. His eyes go wide and you can see him fighting the urge to jump down and rush over to you. You keep cheering with everyone else as they go through the process but he’s off the podium and in front of you in under a second. His arms wrap around you, careful of Arisa and he picks both of you up. Spinning you once, he grins and unshed tears make his eyes shiny. “I couldn’t have asked for a better sight after a win.” His voice is low and only where you can hear it. Putting you down, he kisses you passionately before kneeling down to look into his daughter's eyes. Camera’s flash but it goes ignored as he murmurs to Arisa, “hi baby girl, I hope you liked your very first race ever. I’m pretty sure you and mommy are my good luck charms.” You didn’t think you could smile any bigger but hearing him say that proved that you could, your cheeks were starting to hurt from all the smiles and laughing you had been doing. Resting his hands on your hips, he kisses Arisa’s head before straightening up. His eyes meet yours again and he leans his forehead against yours. “I love you more than you could ever know.” His voice is husky when he whispers those words that start pulling you out of the pit you feel stuck in. Swallowing thickly, you cradle his face, “I love you too; more than words could ever describe.” The call of his manager has you pulling back with an amused smile at his annoyed huff. Linking your fingers with his, “come on, before you get into trouble.” Rolling his eyes with a smile, you and Daniel walk side by side to where the interviews are happening. Arisa gurgling and trying to talk all the while, her eyes in her dad with a huge smile. Being by Daniel's side gives you a strength that you felt had disappeared. While life wasn’t going to stop bringing on challenges and become easy, you knew you could face anything with Daniel and Arisa by your side.
SOCIAL MEDIA AU || Bucky Barnes fucks up and sends you the wrong presentation file.
this is now an entry to my pumpkin’s #mypassionsarenysins1k challenge [OPPOSITES ATTRACT AU]. my lovely @mypassionsarenysins i am so proud of you i love you
Ship: Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader, Brock Rumlow X Agent of HYDRA!Reader.
Word count: 267 words.
Rating: Teen.
Summary: Steve thought you died in that mission.
Major Tags: Death of character, implied experiment.
Additional tags: This is my entry to @caplanbuckybarnes 3 words Challenge with the prompt:
"But you died!"
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It was a dark and stormy night when you and Steve infiltrated. The mission started smoothly, but suddenly, without knowing how, everything turned into chaos.
You came face to face with Rumlow; you started to fight; however, he managed to hurt you badly.
You were very weak when Steve found you; with tears in his eyes, he held you in his arms.
“I'm sorry, Steve,” you said in a barely audible voice before closing your eyes for the last time.
Although he tried to take you with him, he had to leave your body there to escape; his heart was broken with your loss.
What Steve didn't know, however, was that Brock had other plans for you. He took your body to one of HYDRA's bases.
Months later
Steve had another mission with the Avengers; he still couldn't get over your death.
As they moved forward, Steve felt a familiar presence. As he turned the corner, he came face to face with you, wearing the HYDRA uniform.
“But you died!” said Steve, stunned.
Your eyes, now cold and calculating, showed no emotion. Steve couldn't figure out what had happened to you.
Steve's heart broke again, but this time he was determined to save you. He was trying to reason with you, but you attacked him, and as soon as you had the chance, you ran away.
Steve noticed that you had dropped something; it was the necklace he had given you on your last birthday. He promised himself that this time he would not lose you; he would do everything necessary to find you again.
Pairing: Best Friend! Nerd! Peter x Fem! Reader ( sexual undertones)
Word Count: 1.7k (just a drabble)
Summary: peter takes care of you when you accidentally take edibles instead of cookies.
Warnings: weed/ drug usage, sexual undertones, flirting, petnames, finger sucking, biting, teasing, face sitting mentioned, but other than that its all fluffy! just two idiots in love, who haven’t share their true feelings yet
Note: “ i think that you taste like rock candy, sweet like beaches leave me all sandy, why.. do you leave me with watercolor eyes?” - watercolor eyes, lana del rey
Temptation nagged at you.
Over, and over again.
There they were, lying on the rack to cool, fresh out of the oven. The chocolate had melted from the oven’s scalding temperatures, the cookies edged a perfect golden brown. You stood against the marble countertop, nagging at your lip as your eyes narrowed in on them. Drumming your fingers impatiently against the counter, you sighed.
You were hungry. God, you were hungry.
Was this how Eve felt when she couldn’t eat the apple?
Your stomach growled as your roommate, Abi, turned on her shower, her loud music blasting from her speaker as shut the door. She wouldn’t mind, would she? She had made twenty-four, surely that wasn’t just for one person. Plus, in your defence, the last time you had managed to do some baking, Abi somehow semi- convinced you to let her take almost the entire tray of brownies to her work.
40s!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader [2.6k]
Summary: Each night Bucky gets some sleep, which is not often, he dreams of two things for certain: The first, of course, it's you. The calm before the storm. The second, and this was as weird as everything else, was falling. He hated every second of it and hated the first second he woke up the most—when he felt that weird sense of deja vú.
📝 this was based on this post. if you like it, reblogs and comments make all the difference. I hope you enjoy this sweetheart Saturday. | 🏷️ established relationship, letters, angst, longing, love declarations.
warnings⚠️ mature content—depictions of sex, so minors dni. age-typical topics— war, drugs, violence, death, depression & alcohol consumption... etc.
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ㅤㅤㅤAugust, 1943.
Somewhere between England and Italy, Bucky lost track of time.
Days weren't the same now and he wondered if they ever would be. The empty gaps between horrors and the eerie quietude of bars in towns he's never heard the name of—they make him queasy.
Bucky's lost in time, but not without a compass.
Your words guide him home.
In spilled ink that he sees in the corner of the pages or the coffee stains on pages two or three, Bucky can see you crouched down behind your work's balcony, writing with one hand and nursing your mug of pure caffeine with the other.
Those things.
The memories. They're what keep him grounded at first.
Any memory from that Sunday before being shipped back is his safe place. Dum Dum called those days a "mind palace". Bucky laughed at him when he did, and Morita said, "you say the wildest fuckin' things, Dum Dum," but he'd been right.
Bucky needed a fortress to hide.
Somewhere no war could reach, or sink its claws inside.
Everything around him shone lights on the most twisted things and ideals—he buried himself in the memories.
In you.
The letters were only a bridge.
He noticed that having a head on his shoulders helped the others, too.
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ"In a way, sweetheart, you're like everybody's guardian angel here, y'know? They say 'Sarge, it's easy to not go crazy when we've gotta fella like you around', but most of them don't know that you keep me not crazy. So they owe ya one, even if they don't know it. If When we all make it out of here, I'll let 'em know, and that way, they can pay ya. DumDum already knows you don't like anything with lem I hope it's soon."
ㅤㅤㅤ
As he buries the safe parts of his mind in a random Sunday day, Bucky realizes a lot about himself.
They're traveling from London to a city in the countryside of Italy when he notices that he's sturdy. The word strong is intimately attached to the idea of Morita now—a tall, broad fortitude of a man whose presence is twice bigger than himself. But Bucky's sturdy—like a good structure, a firm base.
His unity gets a mission.
He doesn't think about it. If you're being logical, he told his reflection, this is better. No trenches. No open air.
(It wasn't better. It was unknown, uncharted territory.
Bucky remained with his head held high. Told his men—"we'll work it out.")
The letters are his safe boat, and he floats in the warm waters of your fountains for as long as the damned mails allow him to.
It's a chilling shock when the boat is pulled from underneath him.
The cold waters of reality suck—and the government provides the aid for it.
Bucky re-reads the letters tucked inside his metal box when the mailman tells them about the mess up.
He feels himself slipping when his hands are shaking—the repeated words stop being enough with his mind lost in scenarios of you back home, alone.
The lack of replies from Steve is the last straw. Or the final pull.
Bucky allows the morphine to numb him.
He didn't keep his men from tobacco, prostitutes, alcohol, and the cheap morphine provided by the ones that wanted all soldiers placated the most.
It was... needed.
That's what he told himself.
You need this. If you wanna make it back to her and him, you need this. But you better be fucking smart about it, too, 'cause they will both whoop your ass if you come back fucked up.
Bucky's morning prayer: you need this. if you wanna make it back to her and him, you need this, but you better...
As long as it kept him microdosing as much as possible, all should be fine.
Right?
Not right.
Nothing was right, but fuck.
There was nothing human about staying alive like this. Nothing humane about how the people up top handled the world and played with everyone else living in it, and Bucky made the skin between his thumb and forefinger bleed trying to organize those thoughts as he wrote them to you.
Pages, so many pages of the inside of James Buchanan Barnes, and all because someone answered from the other side. When mail wasn't intercepted—when things weren't fucked.
Bucky could almost hear the disappointment in your voice every time he put something in his mouth that he shouldn't.
Be that a cigarette, alcohol, drugs.
He heard, "Jay... that shit's nasty, c'mon."
It made him smile.
When he heard, "You better not think I'm gonna kiss you if you keep using this crap," the smile left, though.
Even you weren't immune to the dark, intrusive thoughts.
(Sometimes, they won. The ugly thoughts devoured if he'd been obligated to pull the trigger many times. If he kept hearing the sound of something exploding, or his eyes stumbled upon worse than bits and pieces flying here and there.
On those nights, he went either to Morita or Dum Dum. The three of them understood each other better. Talked things out, sometimes.
"This has to end at some fuckin' point," Bucky pleaded. To what or who, no one fucking knew. He turned to Morita, "how stupid is this? Just—how fuckin' stupid is this, Jim?"
"The stupidest," said Jim. Bucky liked hearing him pissed off. "But that's who rules this world for you, Sarge. Stupid men.")
Each night Bucky gets some sleep, which is not often, he dreams of two things for certain: The first, of course, it's you. The calm before the storm.
The second, and this was as weird as everything else, was falling. He hated every second of it and hated the first second he woke up the most—when he felt that weird sense of deja vú.
When he asked Dum Dum about it, his reply was as helpful as not hearing from you and Steve in longer than Bucky could care for:
"Eugh. Put a cup of water next to ya before you sleep, Sarge. That''s like hair and teeth fallin' and shit like that—a warning for ya to wish the evil eye away."
Bucky loved the guy with all his heart, but he wasn't sure what was stupider: The notion that a glass of water would help at all (or not freeze in the fucking cold they were facing these days), or that someone could 'wish away the evil eye' in the middle of the war.
If only.
ㅤㅤㅤ...
—didn't even try to hide it. I think the boys get a thrill from that. They respect me and follow my orders, which is more than I can ask for.
But for now, never mind them. I can't even fathom thinking about the words you wrote that got lost somewhere; crumpled under dust, debris, and nothing nice. Your words deserved better than that. How fuckin' primitive is it that we still gotta rely on papers to even hear from one another, hm? I think all the things you said at the Expo are so true it hurts, and that's a bit sad for me to think about. I always liked technology. You know that. Surely I thought at least some of the people who controlled it were better at optimizing everybody's life qualities, but, hey—you were right about that, too. I think evil lizards just took over long ago, and we never climbed up high enough to know it.
You asked me what I think it'll be the hardest part when I'm back, and I dreaded writing the answer to that.
Truth is—I'm terrified of you. Not as a person, sweetheart, but, the idea of you, d'you know? Nowadays I'm not sure when I'm makin much sense or not so I apologize if I did it again because of The thing is... What if I'm no good? What if my company gets an expiration date because I'm in touch with all of this shit, y'know?
Sometimes it feels like the smell of death and blood is ingrained in me. It's fuckin' disgusting, I know, and I'm sorry to even say it. I just wanna take so many showers and the mere idea of gettin' one is so far-fetched and ridiculous that one of these days I cried because of how hard I wanted it. Please don't think I'm a kid. Fuck what am I saying you'd never judge me for this shit. I'm sorry sweetheart I keep second-guessing things I haven't gotten much sleep. I promise I'll try today
Remember us waking up on Sunday morning?
That's the part of my Sunday I go to whenever I just wanna cry. I head to the bit where I woke up with you in my arms. Your naked body still laying against mine. So soft, baby. So right. The little sighs you make when you turn around always made me smile. You toss and turn like a hurricane all night long, but it's fine—I'll buy us a big bed when I'm back, so we can have that mornin' but even better. Can you picture that? 'Cause I do. I can't wait to say to you this one. Can't wait to whisper BURMA in your ear just so I can hear you laugh at our secret codes. Giggle and moan because I can't keep my mouth to myself when I'm around you.
I keep thinking about how hard you were sleeping. I know you only slept that hard because we were up all night. (That's the part of my Sunday I go back to whenever I need to feel some heat in my body again, or just to know that it's made for more than bad things. That it can be good. Soft. That it's touched someone with tenderness and been touched with love back.) The way you slept even as I kissed your legs, from your ankle all the way up to your inner thighs. How you only opened your eyes when I pulled your knees apart with my head.
I think about that precious morning, that part of my Sunday where everything was just perfect. Waking up to you was fucking perfect. Touching you lazily until your body woke up, getting to know your body with sleep still holding onto the last shreds of darkness in my brain, and the utter perfection of finding out pleasure even without the burning, scorching fire you leave as a trace whenever you touched me. I felt like we'd been married for ten years, that morning, and I could feast on my beautiful wife without a care in the world for what comes later... just because.
I loved spending hours on your body. I'll never thank you enough for trusting me with you the way you did it. Do it. Jesus Christ I can't even fathom not havin' you anymore. No past tense here. I love the sounds you make and how loud you are for me. I love how you let me please you, and tell me just how you want it. I miss that right now. The most comfortable I've ever been was buried deep inside of you as you sat on my lap, your arms wrapped tight around my neck and your lips on my ear telling me every filthy dream you had in my absence. That's my 'mind palace'. Tell no one, though. They think it's something much sweeter.
What are the parts of our golden Sunday you think about the most? Tell me. I wanna know what parts make your days, just as that morning makes mine. I know you hate when I keep babbling about the way I see you — and shyness suits you very well, no matter what Steve says — but I'm gonna do it for a while longer before we talk about the other thing.
(Speaking of your Blond half, can you please tell me where the fuck has he been? I'm drivin' myself mad convincing Steve didn't put himself in a stupid ass position again. I don't got enough morphine in here to withstand this level of worry, I swear to fuckin' god.)
ㅤㅤㅤ...
A lot of shit changes in only a few months, but one thing remains certain: his stubbornness.
He is Winnifred's son, after all.
When his superiors tell him about the mission in Azzano, Bucky shakes his head sharply. Inside his mind, he silently apologizes to his missus before lighting a damn tobacco. Then he argues with his superior.
"That ain't happenin', sir," he says. There's as much confidence in there as he can muster.
His Captain leans with one forearm on the table, and exhales every ounce of air in his chest. "And why not, Sargeant?"
They've been through the 'why' before. Bucky explained in the most cohesive and short way possible the reason why his mission would fucking suck — "you really need to learn how to sweet-talk your superiors, Jay; bad-mouthing them can only be done in your mind; it ain't their faults they think they're special. they're the bosses. as stupid as the rest of us, if not more, and still human, unfortunately. just butter them up" — he stops.
She's right, he thinks.
I often am, your voice replies.
After a deep breath, Bucky goes over it again.
Points at the maps hung in the guy's walls to see if visual aid can help his clear cognitive fucking issues, and drags his fingers through the landscape, running over the plan.
The holes. The improbabilities.
Bucky has this annoying, grating scratch that seems to be attached to his spine. Maybe it's the lack of sleep, bed, or every basic human need in general, but it's made him more cranky.
Less open to be cordial, but he tries.
Eventually, the Captain groans out loud, explaining, "Well, that does check out," as if Bucky would spend minutes talking nonsense in the middle of a war, "but—there isn't much I can do, Barnes. I'm trying my best here—"
We're all "trying our best."
"—and if I'm being honest with you," says the Captain. "I know that this is a hard thing I'm asking of you."
Bucky holds in the scoff. Keeps his eyes in check, and not photographing the back of his skull.
"It really is, sir."
So they compromise.
After over one hour and a half longer of discussing tactics that still contain as many holes as it can fit in an ant's colony, they reach a 'compromise'.
Their unit's 'special mission' is a go-to, and Bucky leaves the base office with that scratch making every muscle in his body hard. Tense.
He shivers, willing away that stupid feeling that hovers at the back of his neck.
When he gets back to his secluded location, the boys all welcome him with tired eyes. Morita hands him the bottle of whiskey and, before he does his duty and fills everybody in, he picks up a piece of paper and your last letter.
"Gonna write, Sarge?" Dum Dum asks.
With Bucky's nod, he switches the gun from the left to the right side and sends him an encouraging smile. "Tell the missus I said hi. I'll keep watch."
"Thanks, Morita."
He starts:
ㅤㅤㅤHi, sweetheart.
First of: I've got some news to tell ya that you're not gonna be fond of. (And oh—Morita says 'hi, missus'. I think he wants to have your babies now that you supplied him with Gudang. Just so ya know.) Now take a deep breath, a really long one—actually, go make yourself some tea.
Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader (no use of y/n)
Warnings: Pregnancy, vague symptoms (nothing too graphic since I’ve never experienced it myself), birth scene, fluff lots of fluff, mentions of getting sick
Summary: You knew traveling was a part of Daniels job, joining when you were able to. While there were challenges that came along the way, you wouldn’t ever change a thing. After a year of being married, an unexpected surprise changes your and Daniel's world. Plans are made but things don’t always work out the way you want them to.
I’m already thinking of writing part two, where Daniel and Reader are figuring out how to balance out the life of racing and parenthood. It went through a round of editing then me looking over it, sorry if I missed anything. I hope you enjoy the story!
Being with Daniel Ricciardo was an adventure in every way. While you got to actually travel and see new places, Daniel as a person made your life filled with new experiences. He brought out a side of you that you never knew existed. Growing as a person with him was something you never fathomed as a possibility, you couldn’t imagine your life any other way now. The life you had before him was black and white in comparison to the explosion of colors that was your life now. When you went from Daniel Ricciardo's girl to his wife, you didn’t think that life could get any better. That thought was quickly forgotten when you found out some news while at one of the races.
You had been feeling sick, staying in the hotel room or his trailer instead of watching the race like you wanted to. When Daniel wasn’t worrying about racing or what needed to be done with his car, his focus was on you. Eventually you give into his insistence, making a doctor's appointment at a local doctors. You tried to schedule it for Daniel to be able to go but last minute things with his car came up. Nervously, you go alone while trying not to scare yourself about what could be going on. The results that came back caused a short circuit in your brain. The idea had been floating around in your mind but being told you were pregnant still put you in shock. Once you got your mind organized enough, you found out far along you were and was told what to expect down the road. Travel restrictions were brought up once you hit a certain point in the pregnancy. Trying to take in all the information, you just nod numbly and give a grateful smile when the doctor said she would put this all down on paper for you.
To say you were anxious would be an understatement, you were scared of Daniel's reaction. There was a part of you that kept saying he would be happy, yet it was overshadowed by doubt and the fear that he was going to be upset. When you nervously fidget with the ring on your left hand as you tell him that you needed to talk. The frown that curves his lips gets you to quickly reassure him that you were okay, but that he should probably sit down. Gripping your hands tightly, his eyes are locked on you as you squeeze his hands tightly. It felt like your voice didn’t work as you said in a low, shaky voice. “I’m pregnant, about a month along.” Daniel’s eyes are wide as he doesn’t say anything, the words freezing him. Biting your lip, you move to pull your hands away in case he got upset. He wouldn’t let you though, his hold tightening on your hands before suddenly pulling you on his lap in a tight hug. Burying his face in your neck, you feel wetness on your skin while he asks. “Is this for real?” Running your hands through his hair, your voice sounds a little more confident but still shaky. “I know this is sooner than we planned bu-” Your words were cut off by his mouth on yours. His hands hold your waist firmly but gentle as he pulls back to lean his forehead on yours with a teary smile. “This is perfect, I’m beyond happy to start a family with you.” Nervously playing with his hair, you look down “what about racing? I don’t want this to affect your career.” Your words get the frown to return and a finger under your chin gets your eyes to meet his. “Hey, it won't but even if it did, you are my priority. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, racing will eventually be something I stop. I won’t stop loving you.” You feel yourself tearing up as you press a loving kiss to his lips, tangling your fingers in his hair. “I love you.” You say as your lips brush his, only pulling an inch away to speak in a hushed tone. You tell him what you could remember of all the information the doctor told you, showing him the papers for what you couldn’t. Both of you thought that it was best to hold off on saying anything for the time being, waiting until either you started showing more or couldn’t travel anymore with him.
Daniel was always protective of you but there was a definite increase once he found out that you were carrying his child. Security was increased when going out, be it out of the hotel or leaving the track. He never got controlling but there were points you had to remind him that you weren’t some breakable doll. Only a few others knew about you expecting, making sure it was the ones that wouldn’t let it slip. Daniel had to remind himself to not touch your stomach so much when making public appearances.When you started gaining some weight, you wore more loose fitting things but not overly baggy. You were of what could be a sign that people might pick up on. It was getting harder to hide it after a couple months, the days of missing events due to feeling sick or hurting was also increasing. When you were in a hotel in Brazil, cuddled up on the couch provided to watch movies Daniel says; “I think you should go home for the rest of the time after this race. Sighing, you run your hands through your hair then rub your growing bump. “I was guessing you were going to say that, I was starting to think about that myself. People are starting to suspect and talk.” Putting hand over yours, Daniel kisses your head, “I’ve heard some whispers already. I’ll miss you and the little one but I also worry that traveling is going to get too much eventually. You nod with a grimace, “there are points it’s rather uncomfortable. We’ll miss you too but I think going home might be the best move at this point.” Daniel’s voice is muffled as he pulls you closer and hides his face in your hair. “I don’t feel great that I won’t be there with you.” Soothingly massaging his neck and shoulders, you press your lips to his shoulder. “I know, I would rather you be home with me but we both know that can’t happen right now.” Sighing, he nods resignedly and tightens his hold on you. “My mom is going to stay back, in case you need something. Especially since neither of your parents are around to help.” Frowning, you pull back to look at his face. “Are you sure?Shouldn’t she be here to cheer you on?” He Shakes his head with a look that says he couldn’t believe you asked that. “Baby, she can always go to another one anytime. Right now you should have someone near you that could help if you need it. Don’t give me that look, I know you want to maintain your independence but you’re also not fully in a state that you can deny help is needed sometimes.” Staying silent, you just huff and look away from him. Chuckling, he kisses your cheek and goes back to watching the movie. Eventually you end up falling asleep on him. Daniel carries you to the bed and lays you down gently, pulling the covers over you. When hair falls over your eye, he gently tucks behind your ear with a soft smile. The next day you two plan on him making the announcement after you are home, already expecting that there were going to be lots of questions. “I’m going to increase security around the house, at least with the cameras.” Daniel said in the middle of talking about the plans of you returning home. Leaning back with crossed arms and an arched brow, you give him an irritated look. Before you can say anything he has a hand up and a look that pleads you hear him out. “You know how overzealous fans can get and not to mention paparazzi.” Dropping your arms with a sigh, you give a resigned look. “Any possibility that you’re just being overly cautious?” Even as you said that, you didn’t believe it and the look he gave said as much. “Even if I am, which I’m not, I’d rather be safe than sorry. I always worry about that anyway but now it’s not just you that I’m thinking of.” As he says the last part, his hand goes to rest on your stomach. Covering his hand with yours, you snuggle closer with an exhale. Your voice goes low as you look down and say, “I’m going to miss you.” Pulling you on to his lap so he can wrap you up in his arms, Daniel kisses your temple. “I know, I’m going to miss you too, a lot.”
While it wasn’t the first time that you stayed home instead of being with him, this time was rougher than the other times. You couldn’t pinpoint why but it could be a couple different things, it could be that he wasn’t there to hold your hair when you got sick and rubbing your back with soothing words. He wasn’t there to hold you close when your emotions overwhelmed you and you were a crying mess. In a sense you felt alone but knew you weren’t and shouldn’t, Grace was over more often than she was gone. Having her there did help but you couldn’t help but ache for him to be there. There was a fear that had been lingering when traveling but knew you were going to have to go home eventually. What if he wasn’t home for the birth? Plans were made for him to be but little one may not stick to those. That fear had been getting worse since being home. Shaking your head, you push that thought away and glance over articles upon articles talking about you returning home to have your and Daniel's child. The response to the announcement of your new family growing was what you expected, lots of excitement and questions. The extra cameras that he had set up had come into use a few times, catching people that tried to get close to you or the house. You were well aware that Daniel was vigilant with watching the cameras, checking in on you regularly. One of the nights that you were video chatting, it had been a rough day of emotions taking you on a roller coaster, getting you too close to shutting down until he called out of nowhere. Not wanting to worry him more than he already was, you kept the thoughts that wouldn’t leave you alone to yourself. Even so, Daniel watched you through the screen with a knowing look. “How are you doing, love? One of those days?” He tried to give you an opening to tell him but you didn’t take the bait, keeping your answer vague. “Yeah, I’m just really tired. Missing you a lot.” With his heart aching, he just wanted to reach out and hold you. “I miss you too, more than I can express. Have people been bothering you less?” While he couldn’t force you to speak your mind, he wanted to check on another issue that you were hesitant to tell him about. Watching the Cameras constantly had him aware that fans that knew no boundaries and anyone that wanted a scoop was visiting the house. That was something else you were hesitant to speak up about but you didn’t need to. Nodding, you rub your face with a sigh. “Yeah, I think the message you had posted made it pretty clear to most people to back off. There have been a few here and there but your mom scared them off.” That gets him to smile, believing that his mom went full mother bear mode. Swallowing, you look down and rub your swollen abdomen, you talk in a small voice. “Dani, I’m scared that you’re going to miss the birth.” Nothing could have constricted his heart like those words said with a voice thick with tears. Daniel kept trying to not let that thought bring him down but that was something constantly on his mind too. Honesty was the best solution at this point, “I’m scared of that happening too, Baby. The plan is for me to be there before the due date, we just have to hope that little one doesn’t have a different idea.”
It’s like the kid had heard him say that because at 1:30 in the morning, you started feeling pain. At first they were faint but they got increasingly worse as time went on. You kept trying to tell yourself that it wasn’t contractions, that it was too early for them to be happening. Of course that didn’t make them go away, finally you had to call Grace in from the guest bedroom when the bed suddenly felt wet. Everything happened in a blur, she rushed over you to the hospital. The whole time the pain was getting unbearable, all you could think about was the fact you were going to have the baby without Daniel being there. Getting to the hospital seemed like an out of body experience, you barely felt all the needles and things attached to you as you tried to remember to breathe. The whole time Grace was by your side, holding your hand and talking in a soothing voice. Some point in time, probably when she couldn’t be in the room, she had called to let Daniel know. When they finally gave you something for the pain, you were in and out as the contractions grew closer and more painful. The moment it came time to push, you couldn’t hold back your cries as you squeezed the life out of your mother in law's hand and the bar opposite of her. The whole time wishing that Daniel was here with you instead. The cries of a baby brought you back, making everything feel real in that moment. You couldn’t keep your eyes off the little being that was just a few seconds ago. A smiling nurse brings over the precious bundle wrapped in pink. “Congratulations, it's a healthy baby girl.” Tears immediately fall down your cheeks as you take your daughter in your arms and hold her against your chest. You couldn’t believe that you were really holding her in your arms, her cooing melting your heart. Still, it felt like something was missing with Daniel not there with you.
You were sound asleep, exhausted from the whole ordeal when Daniel quietly entered the room at six in the morning. Your daughter was next to you, sleeping with one of your hands lightly resting on her. The soft whispers of Daniel talking to his mom and hugging her before she slipped went unheard by you. Walking around to see the little one that he had been waiting nine months to meet, Daniel swallows thickly at the sight of the peaceful face of his daughter and your hand on her. The dim lights gleam off the ring of your left hand resting her. Daniel didn’t expect to feel this much emotion in the moment, but the joy of how everything was falling into place was overwhelming. Tears rolled down his cheeks, His eyes moved to you with an expression that showed his love for you. Feelings of guilt for missing the birth sat heavily in his chest. Daniel was finishing up last minute things with his car, ready to leave and get home to you when his mother called him. Her tone was calm but he heard the urgent undertone as she told him that you were in labor. He moved fast, rushing to the hospital as fast as he could. There is rustling of the blankets as you stir, slowly opening your eyes with a yawn. Blinking, you see a familiar figure by your side but couldn’t tell if you were dreaming. It doesn’t go away when you fully open your eyes, you bolt up then give a quiet groan with a hand to your stomach. Moving quickly to your side, Daniel helps you lay down with a “tsk” and a shake of his head. “Take an easy sweetheart, you just pushed our daughter out a few hours ago.” His voice is soft as he talks, hands caressing and cupping your face as he looks down with an adoring look. You can tell that it is slightly dampened by a look of guilt. Daniel continues to talk in a whisper as to not wake the sleeping little one next you. “I’m sorry, I should have been here.” Frowning, you shake your head and pull him down to sit on the bed by you. Cupping his jaw, you look into his eyes. Talking in the same voice as Daniel, “nonsense, we couldn’t have known that she was planning to come earlier than expected. She was just eager to get out and meet everyone. What matters is the fact you’re here now.” Smiling, he leans down and kisses you sweetly, “I love you so much, I’m so proud of how strong you’ve been, my love.” Leaning up for another kiss, you keep a hand on his right wrist with your head against his. Your other hand goes to its place delicately resting on your daughter. “I love you too. I knew you would make it. I wanted to wait for you before putting her name on the certificate.” Daniel couldn’t feel any happier than he did in that moment, looking over to the pink bundle. “Arisa Rose Ricciardo?” Nodding, you can’t keep your eyes off of her. You felt complete now that Daniel was here by your side with your little girl.
Warnings: Suggestions of spicy times, sweetness that could rot your teeth
Summary: The possibility of ever going from a cheering fan in the stands to the exciting world of secretly dating a driver never crossed your mind. It was something out of a dream to travel and get to see the side of Lando Norris that cameras would never fully capture.
Driving along the coastline of Monaco, the windows rolled down with music playing as the wind blew around and you Lando. You have a hand out of the window, moving along with the whipping wind while your other hand is laced with Landos on your thigh. Both of you are singing with big smiles on your faces. You watch as you get closer to a well hidden beach that Lando was told about. Looking over, you arch a brow and ask, “how did you find out about this beach again?” Glancing at you, he smiles at the curious tone in your question. “I heard about it from Charles a while back but I never found the time to go. I wanted to go to it with you for the first time.” Reaching over you run your hand through his hair, your heart melting at his words. “How did I get so lucky to get such a sweet man like you.” Chuckling, Lando answered with an amused voice. “If I recall correctly, you ran into me when running in a park and literally landed on my lap.” Blushing you smack his shoulder and glare, “I remember someone not moving that quickly to make me get up.” Mock hurt shows on his face, removing the hand tangled with yours to put it dramatically to his chest. “You had wounded me, I was in shock.” Staring at Lando with your arms crossed. “Oh yes, so mortally injured. It’s a wonder you survived that scrape to your elbow.” Laughing, he squeezes the back of your neck. “God I love you. It’s hard to believe that was already a year ago.” Leaning back into his touch, your hand finds a place on his thigh. “It doesn’t seem real that it’s going to be two years since we started dating. It feels like I’ve known you for so much longer.” Lando’s focus moves to your face for a second, a content expression on his face. “It really does feel like I’ve known you for years, I can’t imagine where I would be without you by my side.” Turning your head to kiss his wrist, you intertwine your finger with his and rest it back on your thigh. “We’re almost there then we beach time.” Grinning, you feel excitement filling you at the idea of seeing this mysterious beach.
Lando had to park to the side of the path eventually, the rest of the way being on foot. Grabbing the bags that had food and other beach items, you walk beside Lando with your hands still attached. When the water comes into view, you can’t help but gasp at the beauty of the isolated beach, white foam rolls up then recedes over the pale sand. Undisturbed sand except for the fading foot prints of sea birds freezes the breath in your throat. Birds walk through the water or stand still to watch Lando and you. Pausing your steps, you let his hand go to pull your phone out to get a picture of the breathtaking sight. Lando watches you with a smile, looking surprised when you turn the camera on him. He makes a face and laughs when you kick his leg, hearing another picture being taken before you put it away. His breath stops for a second at the stunning smile you give him. “Your turn now.” He says pulling his phone out, getting a shot of you smiling then the same face he made at you. Putting away his phone, he reaches his hand out for yours.
Finally getting to the beach, the perfect spot is found to settle your things. Starting to strip your shirt and shorts, you see Lando biting his lip as he watches you. Winking, you slow down and bend in a way that draws attention to your curves. “Love, that swimsuit isn’t going to stay on you long if you keep that up.” His voice is low and husky, his eyes moving over your exposed skin in your one piece that has the sides cut out. Sticking your tongue out, you toss your clothes down in a bag with a teasing laugh. “Oops.” Is your only response before you go quiet, words escaping you as Lando takes his shirt off. You look over his lean muscles and the low placement of his swim shorts. You bite your lips in time to stop a moan that almost escaped your lips, glaring at the smirk as he slowly stalks towards you. Moving back against the rock face, you swallow as his hands come to rest on either side of your head. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you raise on your toes to press a soft kiss to his lips. You pull away before he can deepen the kiss, laughing softly at the groan he lets out as he tightly grips waist now. Talking quietly, your hand moves down his neck and chest with just your fingertips along. “As much as I would love to put that blanket to good use, let’s go enjoy the water first.” Giving a low growl at the teasing touch, he pulls you close and nips your neck. “Fine.” Grinning, you take one of his hands and twist you two around, running towards the water with a laugh.
Hours pass with no one showing up to disrupt the peace. Lando had brought a speaker, eventually connecting his phone to play one his favorite playlist. The day was spent goofing around, dancing and relaxing between swims. The sound of the ocean and sun warming over you has the feeling of being content; having Lando to yourself completely makes it a safe haven. Lando was holding you close as you were dancing, spinning you then suddenly his hand was gone from yours. Turning back to reach for him, you freeze at the sight of Lando on one knee, an emerald green case open and raised. A simple gold band with a small ruby in the center shines in the sun, blurring as tears already start sliding down your cheeks. Swallowing nervously, Lando speaks in a nervous voice, “Time with you has flown by, I feel like I’ve known you for years. These days have been the greatest parts of my life, I can’t picture not waking up to you or making you mine in every way possible. Will you marry me and complete the rest of my life?” Dropping to your knees, your arms go around his neck and sob a soft yes as his arms hold you tightly to him. Lando pulls back to kiss you, separating from you to put the ring on your hand. Holding your hand out to admire the ring, the sun glints and shows the deep red of the ruby. The smile felt permanent as you can’t believe this was happening. You turn to face him and tangle your fingers in his hair to pull him in for another kiss. It started out sweet but quickly turned heated that led to you being pressed down into the blanket. Whispered I love yous are quickly replaced.
The sound of the ocean is the only noise while you and Lando lay on the blanket, another one covering you two. Your head is on his chest as he runs his fingertips lightly running up and down your spine. The sound of his steady heartbeat lulls you to the point you could happily fall asleep right there on the spot. Shifting, Lando moves over you, his elbows resting on both sides of your head. He looked nervous about what he was going to say, getting you to caress his cheek with your knuckles. “I’m listening, love.” Taking a deep breath, he says in a soft voice, “I want to go public about you when announcing the engagement.” Your eyes go wide as words escape you, instantly making him rush his next words. “Only if you’re ready of course, I know it-” You press a finger to his lips with a smile. “I would love that, I know there is a lot with it but I’m prepared.” Smiling with relief, Lando lowers himself to press his lips to yours gently. Pulling away enough to say “I can’t wait to show the world the amazing person I’m going to marry.” No more words had to be said, loving touches speaks volumes.
Warnings: Blood, mentions of kidnapping and torture, mentions of murder, there really isn’t a happy ending, but it’s not a bad one either, minors DNI. Sorry folks, this isn’t a happy one, particularly, but things aren’t always happy when it comes to the winchesters world.
Summary: When you hear about murders and ritualistic sacrifices, you don’t usually imagine that it would happen where you live. Yet, a series of people going missing and turning up dead was dominating the news. You didn’t know what to do with everything going on. I'm not sure if you should leave town or stay and hope they will stop eventually. When two mysterious FBI agents suddenly show up and start asking about the murders, it suddenly becomes deadlier. What you didn’t anticipate was you becoming one of the victims. Sam and Dean save you, but at what cost.
The people were usually found with little to no clothes and markings of being bound and brutally tortured. Some were cut open and missing organs. Gory blurred out images that were all you saw on the news half the time. The culprits were still on the loose and claiming more lives daily. You tried to keep living your life as normally as you could, but the open threat that you and anyone else could be next hung heavy on everyone. You took every precaution you could when being out and about, cutting out with friends and family almost completely. You were scared that one day or night, you decided to chance it, that it might be your last.
Waking up with a pounding in your head, you try to move your arms but find yourself bound and only covered in your bra and underwear. Unsure of how you got there but you knew that you needed to get free, heavy footsteps of your captors nearing you had your heart thumping hard against your ribs. Rather normal appearing people, a man and woman, stand in front of you. What changed their unassuming appearance was the wild and far away look in their eyes. They spent hours torturing you, pulling pleads and cries from you. If you tried to stay silent and not react, their efforts only increased. All the while they’re talking about some goddess you’ve never heard of, ranting how she craves blood and pain. Finally, when you were so weak that you couldn't move and barely cried out, they untied you; talking about their plans to kill and cut you open. Both assumed that you weren’t in a conscious state to hear or listen.
Looking frantically around the storage room that you trapped yourself in, you spotted a window above some shelves. Grabbing whatever was near you to break the window, you make quick work of it and climb up the shelving to escape. You bite your lip to muffle a cry when you feel a sharp pain in your leg. A metallic taste hits your tongue as you keep climbing, not concerned about the piece of glass still on the frame that slices a jagged gash into your thigh. Finally making it out into the front yard, you hear the door slam open in the room you just escaped from. The man yells to the woman to get outside and stop you. Starting to push yourself up, your leg gives out. With a curse, you bite your tongue and force yourself to stand and start moving. The pain from all the abuse and now a fresh cut was enough to make you feel about to pass out, but you knew you were dead meat if you did. Taking a deep breath and pushing the pain to the back of your mind, you start sprinting as you hear the man rush out of the room. It was pitch black at whatever time of night it was, you were somewhere in a rural area with no light but the moon and stars. It was impossible to tell where you were going, clouds obscuring the one source you needed to light the way. Running in a random direction, the hope of someone coming to save kept pulling at your mind. The thought of someone possibly seeing or hearing and saving you was ridiculous but there was a small part of you that hoped. Shaking your head, you move your focus back on trying to successfully get away. The chances of anyone finding and rescuing you wasn’t very likely, you were on your own. You could hear footsteps behind you, getting closer than you liked. You tried to move as fast as you could, but the slash to your leg was making it hard. The fatigue from all the beatings and torture were catching up to you.
Breathing was getting harder, your lungs screamed at you to stop and give them a break. It felt like you had been running for hours, when really only ten minutes had passed. There was only a second to catch your breath when you hid behind a wide tree. The taunting, insanity filled voice of the man getting close got you running again. The wild shrieking of the woman not far behind him.
You were starting to have a hard time putting one foot in front of another. There was consideration to just letting them capture and kill you. Letting them make you one of the many headlines that morbidly claimed the news. Just as the thought crosses your mind and starts settling there, you finally see what looks like a dim light and maybe a road or some sort of path comes into view. Right as you get closer to it, you feel a weight cover your back and crush you to the ground. Hands wrap around your throat and hot breath moves over your cheek, a terrifyingly calm voice whispers, “That’s right, just close your eyes. Go to sleep, little one.” Black spots start blocking your vision, air no longer entering your body with the tightening grip of his hands. Your hands go from scratching and trying to pull at him, to dropping to the ground and your body going limp as the spots grow larger by the second. Right before you completely succumb to the emptiness beyond your closing eyes, there is a loud roar of an engine. Bright lights create a halo effect amongst the spots that were merging into one big sheet of black. A moment later, the weight that was pinning you down is gone and air rushes back into your aching lungs. There’s a thud of another body that is accompanied with a gurgling sound of someone struggling to breath. You want to move but you can't, your limbs not listening when you try to. Gentle hands are suddenly moving over you, cursing when they see your leg. All you can feel is wet warmth on your leg, yet coldness takes over as you get a heady feeling of getting ready to pass out. There’s some muttering that sounds like sorry then you’re rolled over. All you can do is whimper as warm liquid keeps flowing from your leg, you have the faintest realization that it’s your blood. The voice above you becomes more urgent for a second before falling back to a soothing tone after a deep breath, softly it speaks. “Stay with me, It’s okay, you’re going to be okay.” You wanted to respond but your lips doesn't listen to your fading mind. Suddenly you’re writhing in pain as you feel a pressure to the gash on your thigh. Shushing is the only response you get back, something suddenly encircling and squeezing your leg. There is another voice shouting from the distance but you can’t seem to bring yourself to open your eyes and look. You hear a scream of a woman following the male voice, in pain but also anger as she curses whoever got her. You were too far gone to realize that it was the woman that aided in your capture and torture. The sweet, pain free abyss that you were fighting before took over as you lost any fight you might have left. The person next to you reacts quickly when you go still, lifting you as carefully as he could. The last thing you heard was the names Sam and Dean called out. You don’t hear Sam call frantically that Dean needed to hurry.
Bright, white lights are the first thing you see, causing you to squint and raise your hand to cover your eyes. Hissing, you feel a tug on your hand and slowly look over to see an IV drip. It leads to a metal pole full of bags and wires that connect back to you. Frowning, you try to recollect why you were in a hospital, looking around the sterile room. Your eyes stopped to land on two familiar looking guys, but you weren’t sure where you knew them from. Both were watching you with relieved looks but didn’t move from the doorway. The tall one with long hair is the first to speak, “glad to see you’re awake.” Still uncertain of who they were. You get a wary look and stay silent. The other one with shorter hair talks this time. “I know you don’t know us, but the people that hurt you are gone now.” Slowly, things start coming back to you, and you're suddenly aware of a discomfort in your neck. Raising the hand that doesn’t have a needle in it, your fingers touch a bandage around your very bruised throat. Eyes widening, you remember everything that happened. You recall waking up bound and semi naked,the torture then running, and the feel of blood going down your leg. Tears prick your eyes at the realization that these two strangers really did come in the nick of time and save you. Your voice is soft as you speak, the feeling pushing discomfort to pain. “Thank you.” Both nod with soft smiles, still not moving from their spots. Swallowing, you open your mouth to say something else before the tall one stops you with a raised hand. “You should let yourself heal. We’re glad you made it and that your life can go back to normal.” Looking down, you weren’t so sure about that. How does one go back to a normal life after being almost sacrificed to some unknown goddess. Looking back up, you just give a forced smile at them, and when they leave after one last gentle smile from each, your smile drops as a single tear escapes down your cheek.
Summary: Another writer's block one but with Bucky Barnes this time. The ambience I was listening to got me thinking. You and Bucky are working in the office you have in your home, listening to music as you’re trying to work on a book that is due in the next two months. You’re feeling lost with where you’re going with it and Bucky does what he can do to help his girl feel better.
The title is a work in progress, not sure if I want to go with Perfect chair or something like Writers block. Maybe something more wholesome.
You knew there was a deadline that you needed to meet, yet all the words you had before escaped you now. Your fingers hovering over the keys, waiting for the previous notion of what to put come back. Music was playing in the background, the instrumental songs normally comforting and helpful with staying in the flow. Now, the sound only served as a distraction and reminder of the irritation that started to get to you. The only thing keeping you at ease was the typing and humming of the dark hair and blue-eyed man behind you. Closing your eyes, you concentrate on him but still feel lost. Biting back a groan and curse, you massage your temples. Your distress doesn’t escape the sharp eyes of your husband.
Staring at the screen in front of you, a blank space in front of the cursor tortures your wandering mind. The blinking line taunting you as your eyes skim back over the words previously typed. Sighing, you run a hand over your face and rest your face in your palms. The typing that was fitting in the music in the background stops, replaced by his chair moving back. A few minutes go by, and suddenly, a cup of hot tea is sat by you, causing you to jump with a curse. Glaring up at Bucky, he grins at what you’re about to say, “damn you and your silent walking.” Glancing back at the cup with steam rising, you say softer, “thank you for the tea.” Big hands cover your shoulders, massaging into the tense muscles. “Of course, remember to breathe, doll.” Leaning back into the chair, you close your eyes and sigh at Bucky's soothing deep voice. A slight smile curves your lips at the feeling of relaxation until you open your eyes and see the screen. The smile disappears as you lean forward and rest your chin in your hands. Trying to listen to the music and enjoy the feel of Bucky's hands, you run a hand through your hair. Pressing a kiss to your head, he moves your chair back and lifts you effortlessly. Sitting down where you were and placing you on his lap, he asks. “What’s getting to you?” Frowning, you lay your head back against his shoulder as his arms wrap around your waist. Your voice shows the frustration that is starting to overwhelm you, “I don’t know. It’s like any ideas and motivation I had in the morning have gone and hid, I know what I want to put but don’t know how. If that makes any sense.” Nodding, Bucky listens and waits for you to finish your venting. “It does. It makes complete sense. Why don’t we talk through what you already have and see if that sparks any ideas.” Looking up at him, you nod with an exhausted look, feeling hopeless.
After hours of talking through what you had typed out already and even what you had handwritten, you didn’t feel as stuck but still wasn’t sure what to put. The next few hours are spent with you on Bucky's lap, going over the existing text and analyzing parts of the story. There were points that he made you take sips from the tea, reminding you to take a breath and give yourself a chance to relax. “You know that if you put words that are forced, the flow and rhythm won’t be there.” Bucky says one point, seeing you start to type an obvious like that didn’t fit with what you were going towards. Taking and processing his words, you look at him gratefully as you delete the line.
When getting to the spot that you couldn’t seem to get past, you were still unsure of what to put but felt less frustrated. Sitting in silence, letting the music surround you and Bucky, you fiddle with the ring on his left hand. Suddenly an idea occurs to you and you lean forward, starting to type quickly. Bucky watches with a smile, his hands resting your hips lightly. Your eyes never leave the screen as you fill blank spaces with words. “Thank you, you really helped. It’s not completely where I want it to be but it’s getting there.” Squeezing your hips, Bucky responds in a happy tone, “I’m glad to help, doll.” When he moves to lift you and get up, you wrap your legs around his and glare back at him. “Where do you think you’re going?” Chuckling, he leans back with his hands up. “I figured you would want your chair back, so you could focus on your writing.” Pausing in your typing, you lean back and press a kiss to his neck. “You make a better chair, the perfect chair in fact. You should do this more often.” Laughing then kissing your head, he shakes his and wraps his arms tightly around you. “You know that neither of us would stay focused on work or writing for long.” Blushing, you don’t say anything as you shift enough to be comfortable against him and start typing again.
Warnings: fluff, mentions/suggestion of smut, minors dni
Summary: It's a rare peaceful time in Jackson, you’re trying to continue your novel but writer's block is hitting hard. Joel sees that you’re frustrated. He tries to find ways to help you relax and get back into the flow of the story.
The blinking cursor was driving you mad, the words sitting behind it waiting for more to follow. Running a hand through your already mushed hair, you lean back in the chair with your hands over your face. Just as you’re feeling ready to cry, calloused hands started massaging your shoulders. Groaning, your muscles go to tense to relaxed and your hands drop as your head rests back against a firm stomach. “No luck still, darlin’?” Sighing, you shake your head and open your eyes to meet soft, concerned brown eyes. “Nope, nothing is coming to me and I’m about to just bash my head in at this point.” Shaking his head, Joel squeezes your shoulders before continuing the massage. “I’d rather you not do that, why don’t you take a break and come to the bar with me? Tommy invited us to join Maria and him there.” Raising your brows, you get an amused smile. “When Joel Miller is the one making suggestions of going out versus staying home, you know that’s a bad sign.” Joel rolled his eyes and pinched your cheek, “all you’ve been doing is sighing and staring at the screen, now enough of your sass. Go get ready.” Getting up with a smirk, you softly say in his ear as you pass him, “I thought you liked my sass.” Growling, he swats your behind with a warning glare. Giggling, you disappear upstairs to find something that you knew would drive him crazy.
Stumbling through the door, you giggle at Joel following with a teasing smirk as he firmly closes the door. Pressing you against the wall, his warm breath ghosts over the sensitive skin of your neck. Moaning, your run fingers through his hair when he presses open mouthed kisses to your neck. Nipping and sucking, leaving his marks while his hands explore down your body. Stopping at the end of the short dress, playing with the edge of it before his fingers slip under and start pushing it up. Arching your back, your eyes close when his lips cover yours. Rolling your hips against him, he groans and squeezes your hips with a bruising grip. Sliding his hands down your legs, he wraps your legs around his waist and moves towards the living room. Breathlessly, he says against your jaw, “I ain't going to make it upstairs.” Moaning, you turn your face and capture his lips, “neither am I.”
Laying contently on Joel's chest with his heartbeat against your cheek, you open your eyes to look up and see him watching you. He has an arm under his head as the other holds you tight against him, fingertips tracing shapes along your back. “Feeling better?” He asks, his voice low and husky, his accent soothing. Nodding with a yawn, your eyes move to the now black screen of your laptop. How you managed to find a working one was a miracle. “Yeah, tonight really helped. I don’t know why any ideas left me, I had plenty this morning.” Kissing your head, Joel rubs your back comfortingly. “You’ll get it, baby. It’s not like you have a deadline, no need to put so much pressure on yourself.” Frowning, you toy with his beard, “I know but I feel- we don’t know what’s going to happen to us. Everyday we risk our lives, I just want to get something I wrote out there. Even if it doesn’t reach anybody now, maybe someone could find it later.” You knew you sounded defeated and felt frustration and straight up stupid, knowing the notion was ridiculous. A deep voice grabs your attention as you get lost in your head. “Hey, I know where you’re disappearing to in that pretty little head of yours. Don’t you dare, it’s not stupid and you know there are people in Jackson waiting and wanting to read your writing.” Joel presses his lips to your head again, continuing before you can argue back, “go back to it with a fresh mind tomorrow. Maybe even write it down or other ideas down in a notebook, keep it by the computer.” Looking up with adoration, you run your fingertips lightly over his cheek. Tilting your chin up, you press your lips to his. “I love you so much, I don’t know what I would do without you.” Kissing you back, Joel cups your jaw with a smile. “I love you too, baby girl. I’ll always be here for you.”
Summary: You and Dean go out to a local country bar with some friends
I hope you enjoy the story, I edited it but if I missed anything, sorry! This just kind of came to me when listening to a random playlist and needed to get out of my head. Thank you so much for the support with my other stories! I appreciate y'all!
You and Dean had first met in a diner located in a small town that you waited at when he was on a hunt with his brother. Nothing came of it but some flirting and a night of fun, then he was gone. Years later, he came back around, this time alone and looking like he had seen things that no man should. The baby faced young man was replaced by a hard, cautious man that didn’t recall you at first. It took you mentioning that you remembered him all those years ago, that you doubted he would remember some woman from a small town. The smile that curved his lips caught your breath in your throat, your eyes unable to look away from the twinkle in his eyes. From that day, he stayed in that little town with you.
Country Music plays loudly throughout the bar that you and Dean meet up with some friends at, a band playing on the small stage in the back of the bar. While he preferred classic rock, Dean didn’t mind listening to country since it was your favorite genre. You and Dean sat in a corner booth with the two other couples. Contently watching him talking and laughing with the others, you were happy to see how he seemed comfortable and relaxed. In the beginning of your relationship, Dean often opted out of joining you to get drinks with others. He could be social but usually preferred to not be, staying home instead. You were understanding why he was that way, really you had no issue with it but there were points you wanted to be out with him and friends. Eventually you brought up how you felt, pointing out that things were different now; saying that he didn’t need to be so distant all the time. He still occasionally went on hunting trips, but he started teaching other hunters versus going on them all the time. You made sure that he wasn’t held back but he also had to find a balance and he did in the end. When it came around the time that he asked you to marry him, Dean had found a way to do what he knew best and have a life with you after three years of dating. It had been seven years since you had gotten married and you couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. His green eyes meet yours and soften as he looks at you adoringly. The arm he has around your shoulders tightens as he pulls you closer, his other hand brushing over the bump of your stomach that was starting to show. Turning your head, you kiss his hand before joining the conversation.
When Tennessee whiskey comes on, you tug on Dean's hand with a smile and gesture your head to the dance floor. “Care to have a dance with me, handsome?” You ask in a soft voice, knowing he was going to say yes even though he wasn’t one to dance. Kissing your head, he motions with his hand and winks, “lead the way honey.” Grinning, you slide out and put your hand out for him to grab and make your way to the dance floor. His hands find their home on your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck, chest to chest as you fall into step with the song. Staring into your eyes, his green ones wrinkle slightly as he speaks and rubs his thumbs over your stomach. “Look at what you got me doing, I never thought I would be dancing with an amazing woman that I call my wife in some small town country bar.” Laughing softly, you shake your head and lace your fingers behind his neck, “I didn’t think you would ever have come back here, I thought I saw the last of you after that night.” Smirking, Dean leans to softly say in your ear, “Perhaps I was hoping to see a beautiful waitress from years back and try my luck with her.” Rolling your eyes, you shake your head, “smooth but you didn’t even remember me at first.” Pulling you closer, Dean leans down and brushes his lips over yours, “I did as soon as I realized it was the same mesmerizing girl that I hadn’t ever really left my mind.” Blushing, you resist the urge to pull him in for another kiss at his words and husky voice. His eyes move down to your stomach and he presses a hand to the barely there bump, a light in his eyes at the feel. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a father.” Putting your hand over his, you say to where he can only hear you. “You’re going to be an amazing dad, I wouldn’t want anyone to go through this with anyone else.” Kissing your temple, Dean squeezes your waist and matches your soft tone. “I can’t picture having a kid with anyone else.” The change of song draws both of you from the moment, wagon wheel now starting. Moving your hand back to his neck as his finds its place on your side again, you both easily fall into rhythm with the faster moving song. Under his breath, Dean sings along with the song as he sees you doing the same just not as quietly. As it draws to the end, Dean keeps you close and presses a kiss to your lips. Kissing back, you slide your fingers in his hair for a moment. Pulling back, you look over to the bar to see your friends watching you two. Chuckling, you say in an amused voice, “I guess we had an audience.” Dean looks over to the bar and shakes his head with a smile. Moving his eyes back to you, he asks, “what type of mocktail do you want or something else?” Thinking, you play with the collar of his flannel, “surprise me.” Arching a brow, he grins before letting you go to make his way to the bar.
A couple hours later, you’re in front of the stage with the live band playing. The two other women are on either side of you, singing and dancing to the song midnight train to memphis. Wrapped up in the moment, you don’t notice Dean pausing in his conversation to watch you under the bright lights of the stage. The joy on your face outshines everything and everyone else. A bump to his shoulder gets him to look over, seeing smirks on both of his friends' faces looking at him. “You would think after all this time you wouldn’t look like a love sick puppy.” One of them said with a teasing tone, looking over to his wife next to you. Rolling his eyes, Dean kicks his foot and responds with an arched brow. “Really? You’re telling me that you aren’t doing the same thing with your wife now?” Dean only receives a middle finger, getting him to laugh.
You hear Dean laugh right as Sweet home Alabama starts and look over, seeing that he’s laughing as one of the guys is flipping him off. Right as you look over, his eyes move to meet yours with a happy look. You mouth I love you and smile when he does it back, feeling the butterflies that never left flutter. A hand on your wrist brings you back to the moment and you go back to joining your friends moving to the music and loudly sing with them. Glancing again to see Dean watching you before continuing to talk with the other men.
