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gracev0609 · 5 months

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Be My Valentine

Josh X Danny X Y/N

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI!, Explicit Sex, Adult content, Polyamory.

Word Count: 1.8k+

A Valentine's Day Special for my favorite poly couple ❤️

Shouting out to my lovely friend @lipstickitty for giving me this idea ❤️❤️❤️

Your eyes fluttered open and you woke up drenched in sweat, overheated from your heavy comforter and the body heat both boys provided. When you came to you realized that you may have been woken up from the moans and soft sucking noises coming from your left. The audio instantly making wetness pool in your panties thanks to the newly found rush of hormones. Today is Valentine's Day, and you're officially 15 weeks pregnant. Gently you stretch out your limbs and turn to face Josh and Danny. You clench your thighs together when your eyes take in the sight of Danny with his head bobbing between Josh's legs. Josh's hand is gently threaded in Danny's mane, guiding his head up and down his length.

Quietly, thinking you're still asleep, Josh moans,” Fuuuck, you take me so well. I swear I'm going all the way down your throat.”

Josh bucks his hips against his will and Danny gags around him. Josh strokes Daniels cheek,” I'm sorry baby. Didn't mean to.”

Josh is too wrapped up in Danny in his lap to notice that you've woken up, so you silently watch your lovers.

The sucking sounds are getting wetter by the second and if you know one thing about Josh is that he loves a sloppy blow job. You're more than content to watch Danny love on him. Since falling pregnant you've noticed that they haven't taken much time to be with each other, preferring to dote on you instead.

“Babe, I'm getting close,” Josh unthreads his hands from Danny's hair, giving him the option to back off of him if he chooses to. Danny just bobs his head faster down Josh's length.

“Dan,” Josh pants,” I'm cummingnnughh”

His moan echos in your otherwise silent bedroom. Once Josh comes down from his high, his head snaps over to where you lay. To check that you're still sleeping, to his surprise he's met with your smiling face.

“Happy Valentine's Day Josh,” you coo, propping yourself up on your arm.

He lets out a boyish giggle,” Happy Valentine's Day baby! So, uh, how long were you watching?”

You raise to your knees and crawl over to them,” Long enough love, long enough,” your smile evident in your voice.

You place a gentle kiss to Josh's plush pink lips. Danny crawls over Josh's form, he leans in and captures your lips in his own. You whisper,” You taste like his release,” before placing another kiss on his lips, tongue reaching out to lick into his mouth.

Danny growls, and you pull away quickly leaning back up.

Placing your hands on your little baby bump,you say,” We're hungry! Do either of you have breakfast plans?”

Danny looks at the alarm clock on the side table,” Sweetheart, it's ten of noon. I think we missed breakfast.”

You roll your eyes,” Brunch it is, then.”

💘💌💘💌💘💌💘

Crossing your legs in your seat , you clench your thighs. The vibrator in your panties increasing and decreasing in intensity, all while Danny and Josh sip their mimosas with smirks plastered on their faces. You huff and grab your water, biting down on the straw before sucking some ice cold water into your mouth. Silently praying to yourself that it cools your whole body down. You don't know which one has the remote, but you know he's being unrelenting. Turning on and off, up and down. Bringing you to the edge twice already and you haven't received your meals yet. Hormones making your libido skyrocket, you were being tortured.

You were wearing a little pink satin slip dress, that showcased your bump perfectly. But it wouldn't matter how cute you looked if you ruin the satin underneath you. And you were positively dripping, already ruining your panties.

Your waitress places your food down in front of you and you're about to open your mouth to plead for a break when Josh opens his mouth,” I'll let you eat in peace sweetheart.”

You mouth a thank you back to him.

The second you finish eating and set your fork down, the vibrator whirrs to life. A yelp escapes your lips, completely unprepared for the overwhelming sensation as it buzzes your clit.

Up and down, the vibration moves in super slow waves, pushing you further over the edge.

Danny clicks the intensity up one more notch and whispers,” Don't cum Y/N. Not here baby.”

You shoot him the most panicked look you could muster, trying to express just how close you were to him. Just before you tip off the edge, Danny shuts the vibrator off.

“Let's finish at home, yeah?” Josh says, grabbing the check off the table.

💘💌💘💌💘💌💘

The fire was burning in your stomach as you leaned back into Danny's chest. His fingers were tweaking your nipple's sending shockwaves to your core. Josh was busy with his face buried in your core, his warm tongue rolling over your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of your weeping cunt.

You moan out, clenching around Josh's fingers as you reached your peak. Your left hand was anchored in Danny's hair, pulling it as your hips fucked Josh's face.

“That's it honey, cum all over his face, you know he loves it when you gush all over him.” Danny croons in your ear.

When you finally come down from your high Josh disconnects from your cunt. His chest is heaving as he gasps for breath, his entire mouth and chest slick with your cum.

Standing up he mutters,” Fuck, I love your pussy.”

Josh places wet cum soaked kisses up your swollen stomach, up your sternum, up your throat, to place a kiss on your lips. He pulls back and smirks at you, his teeth dazzling. Roughly he connects his lips with Danny's as he moans at the taste of you and his own cum mixing together in Josh's mouth. The vulgarity of it all made Danny's head spin, as he just emptied his load into you moments ago and now he was tasting it on Josh's tongue.

Danny told you to turn around in his grasp,” Let me kiss you sweetheart.”

Once you were safely secured in Danny's arms Josh plunged his cock into your spent pussy. Drilling his hips into you chasing his own high,” Can you give me one more sweetness? I need you to cum on my cock.”

His plush leaking tip slams into your g spot with every pointed thrust. Your gasps and moans are being swallowed by Danny's mouth as he continues to make out with you.

“Fuck! Fuuuuck, yeah Joshh, I-I’m,” you cut yourself off with a moan as your lower your face into Daniels chest.

You feel Josh's cock throb and release deep inside of you.

Josh pants in between heavy breaths,” I love you.”

Both you and Danny say it back as you lay lifelessly on Danny's frame.

“I'm so tired.”

Danny pets your hair,” You can sleep babydoll. Let's get comfortable.”

Shakily you get up off of his body and you crawl over to the left side of the bed. Your side of the bed now since discovering morning sickness a few weeks ago.

Collapsing into your pillow you swear you were asleep before your head hit it.

Josh crawled to the middle of the bed and Danny came up to spoon him.

“I think she's asleep already.”

“Poor girl, she's been so tired. I don't blame her, growing a baby has got to be hard on her body.”

Josh sighs, feeling slightly guilty for making your body work so hard today,’ I know. And if I'm being completely honest, I could keep going.”

Danny leans up to look him in the eyes,” You want to keep going baby?”

Danny grasps onto Josh's cock that was slowly getting hard again,” yeahhh.”

‘Give me one moment,” Danny says getting up from the bed.

After a few minutes Danny reappears and silently curls his pointer finger, beckoning Josh to follow him.

Walking down the hall Josh intertwines his fingers with Danny's. Danny leads Josh to the bathroom, the one with a large clawfoot tub inside. He pushes open the door to reveal the room enveloped in flickering candlelight. Danny lit candles and put them all over the room,” Happy Valentine's Day my sweet boy.”

Josh swallows back his tears,” Daniel…”

“I ran us a hot bath, and added lavender essential oil to the water.”

Josh swings his leg over the edge of the tub climbing in as Danny follows. Danny extends his arms, silently asking him to climb into his lap.

Once situated Josh speaks,” I love you Danny. I want you to know, just because we started dating after Y/N and I started dating doesn't mean that I love you any less. You are so important to me.”

Danny circles his hands around Josh's waist,” I love you too Josh. I'm so honored to walk through life as your partner. I'm so excited for this journey. I can't wait to grow old with you and Y/N and our child. You are important to me.”

Josh cups Danny's cheek in his palm,” I want you to know that I trust you completely. You are the first man to ever make me relax and fully put my guard down….. Can I make love to you Danny?”

“Absolutely my love.”

Danny ducks his head down and captures Josh's lips in his own. Josh's hands wander up Danny's chest and back down to stroke his half hard cock. After a few pumps he scoots forward, positioning himself over Danny's length. Bending his knees he lowers himself down and hisses at the sudden stretch.

“Slow down my sweet baby boy. Take all the time you need, there's no rush my love.”

Josh holds on to Danny's shoulders to steady himself and he rests his head in the crook of his neck. Danny slowly traces his fingers up and down Josh's spine as he slowly descends on his length.

“Doing such a good job. Taking me so good, it feels so good.”

“You're so big Dan, it's been awhile.”

“I know baby, I know.”

Both men exhale as he fully sits down. Danny wraps his arms around Josh's small frame, and just holds him for a moment, relishing in the feeling of him deep inside his lover. Gently Danny flexes his hips, the tiniest movements making Josh whine.

“Start rocking baby.”

Gently Josh starts moving in Danny's lap, his hard cock catching on Danny's abdomen with every thrust.

“Fuck,” Josh whines.

His hips stutter and he rocks on Danny's length with more fervor.

The sound of water sloshing and Josh and Danny's breathy moans echo on the bathroom tiles.

Danny's wet hands grasp Josh's face, he kisses him fiercely,” Cum baby. I know you need to, I feel you clenching. I'm close too.”

Josh sucks Danny's bottom lip into his mouth and he cries out shooting off. Danny then groans and releases inside him.

Josh is still clinging to Danny's frame as he holds him and whispers sweet encouragement.

“My beautiful, beautiful love.”

Fin.

Love is love 💘

#gvf #danny gvf #josh gvf #josh kiszka #danny wagner #iced chai universe #gvf valentines day #jake gvf #sam gvf #gvf smut

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the-90s-music-colosseum · 8 months

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We need a sir psycho sexy copypasta

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Feel free to spread this everywhere

#most attractive 90s musician #asks #emojipasta #copypasta #red hot chili peppers #somehow “ass 😐” is the funniest part of this whole thing

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soupsuckz · 1 year

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Hi!! Can I request a bam imagine (M!reader maybe if that’s ok!) bam and the reader get into argument and maybe avoid each other for the rest of the day but at night bam comes to the reader all whiny and sad and they make up? I hope this makes sense? :)(feel free to change anything) I love ur account 💘💘

♡ words dont even explain how grateful i am for all the requests, it truly does help with ideas and most of the time i can get them out in a somewhat reasonable time!! also im not totally used to writing hurt/comfort fics so i hope this isn't terrible!! ♡

"Yknow what? I hate you!" Your stomach dropped. Bam and you argued on a regular basis, but he'd never gone that far before. His cruel words kept spilling out, not stopping for a second. It had only been a few moments when you felt how red your face was getting. Tears pricked the sides of your eyes. "Get out of my fucking house." He stared at you with wide eyes, as if he was confused. "Just get out!" You screamed at him, finally having enough. He glared at you before turning around and walking out. Running up to your room, you slammed the door and sat on the bed. Memories flooded your head as you began to sob. You curled up and decided to try sleeping it off.

Hours had passed before you woke up to a knock at the door. The clock read 9:37, meaning you slept almost the whole day. You rubbed your eyes and walked downstairs, wondering who could be wanting in. Glancing through the window, you saw Bam's car. Was he here to break up? He hadn't reached out since the fight. As you opened the door you felt a pit form in your stomach. "I'm so sorry y/n," His face was red and tears fell from his eyes. "I didn't mean what I said. I understand if you hate me, but I still love you. I promise." You stood for a few seconds, processing what he had just said. He looked at you with dewy eyes, pleading for your forgiveness. "Why would you say that to me? That you hated me?" You stared at him, still slightly hurt. "I don't know what's wrong with me, y/n. I'm so sorry for everything I said. Please let me in." His voice cracked as he continued. You slowly opened the door more, giving him room to slip through. He entered and went straight to the couch, patting the space next to him. Once you sat down you realized just how close he was getting, smiling as his arm fell over your shoulders. "Are we okay? Do you still want to be my boyfriend?" Bam looked up at you, silently praying you'd say yes. "Yes Bam, I'll be your boyfriend." You smiled and kissed his cheek, leaning further into his body.

#jackass #bam margera #brandon dicamillo #cky #ryan dunn #viva la bam #raab himself #jackass smut #johnny knoxville #chris pontius #bams unholy union

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copiousloverofcopia · 2 years

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HC Request: do any of the Papas have tattoos or piercings?

Ok so I've been thinking about this cause I wasn't sure if a some of them but now I feel like this is my personal HC for these...

Also some have some NSFW mentions soooo...below the cut

Secondo: Secondo is decently covered... (This also comes idea I now HC from art by my good friend @meowsaidmissy who made some NSFW Secondo for me🥰) I'm especially fond of the "PRAY" in script on his lower abdomen just above his -clears throat- anyways 😅 I also HC that his lovers will want to stare at it while giving him head, but he will demand eye contact from them instead. He's also got "PAPA" across his right hand knuckles, a serpent that graces his right sided ribs, as well as a plethora of others like skulls, daggers, etc. And while I don't HC personally any of the Papa's having gential piercings...I feel like if it had to be one of them it'd be Secondo lol.

Primo: He has only had 1 tattoo of a red devil and crescent moon on his right forearm from his younger years (This comes from a friend of mine's young Primo art @rnooir on IG. It's just perfect and now it's permanently stuck in my head 😅) It also makes an appearance in my young Primo fic, Divine Cause.

Terzo: My personal HC for Terzo is that he has no tattoos or piercings. But I think he'd be the type to get his lovers name tatted on his arm in a heart. 💘 And of all of them is the most likely to have his ears pierced.

Copia: I don't see Copia with much of anything... but there are several pieces from this fandom's artists (@ghulehsin being the one that comes to mind) that depict him with 3 6's in a swirled circle pattern on his left pectorial and well now I can't un-see that lol so I guess it's now HC for me too lol

Thanks for the ask!

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virgoactias · 2 months

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#poll #the last dinner party #prelude to ecstasy #tldp #you don’t need to actually know them to vote #just pick your favourite one #or most suiting #idk just pick something i can’t decide #all of them are so cool #nothing matters #my lady of mercy #caesar on a tv screen #the feminine urge #sinner

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lost-in-sokovia · 2 years

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hey, girl, me again! here to share some thoughts after reading hold me while i hold you because i have so many of them.

first of all, fantastic fic. i love watching you grow as a writer and putting out more and more complex stories. the way you’ve gotten me invested into your characters is absolutely insane (I am in a chokehold) and I am so honored that I get to be let in on what you’re working on and all of that. i would love to subscribe to the lifetime membership plan of the sophia fan club please and thank you!!!

second, the post fic blues i am feeling???? insane. like don’t imagine (do imagine) recovering from Eli not being allowed into the room? imagine being so clingy to him for days after giving birth. imagine him completely reciprocating it??? he tries to be collected and esteemed, the way a good preacher would hold it all in. but every morning he feverishly presses kisses to your shoulder, grateful that he still has you.

imagine Eli literally having nightmares where he’s on the other side of the door and he can hear you screaming again. he’s wiggling the knob but it’s clearly locked and no matter how loudly you cry his name, he can’t save you. imagine him waking up in a cold sweat, relieved that you’re still beside him. imagine him brushing back some fallen strands of hair and kissing your forehead before he pulls you closer into his chest.

imagine that it wakes you up a little bit and you mumble, “was’ the matter?”

imagine him holding you tighter and whispering with a cracked voice, “i don’t want to lose you.”

imagine kissing his collarbone and promising, “you won’t, darling. i’ll always be right here.”

imagine him praying multiple times a night, vowing that he will protect his flock with his life.

imagine Eli being one of the most dedicated and adoring fathers ever. Sophia, my brain is decaying (in a good way) and it’s all your fault (in a good way)!!!!

literally putting a “read more” because this is important and long😭

okay so i’d like to start off by saying that uhm that second paragraph is literally one of the sweetest things that has ever been said to me im going to cry i literally don’t deserve you🥺💖💕💘

second of all oh my gOD you’ve got the gears turning as always ;)

you’ll literally just walk up to him and hug him so tightly and he won’t even question it, just hugging you back and revel in your existence in his arms and in his life

you want to be held and feel him just with you, you hated being without him when you had alex. “you’ve got me, right, eli?” “as long as i am here and walk this earth, i have you forever.”

omfg the morning thing like you just wake up to him pressing kisses on your shoulder and neck from behind, not in a sexual way but like he absolutely adores you and is so grateful he is still able to wake up by your side after what you went through

like you roll over and press yourself as close as you can into his chest, trying not to cry as he holds onto you and strokes your hair, whispering “look, angel; another sunrise”

the two of you don’t like outwardly discuss it just because it was so traumatizing and like none of you have the capacity to really talk about it so though the two of you are like so clingy and lovey it’s just kind of a mutual agreement not to go into detail about it (though it obviously impacts you seriously for a while)

him coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist as you rock alex to sleep, eli aligning with your movement as he nuzzles his head into your neck

i’ve said before he kinda has to adjust to watching you breastfeed, but after growing and kinda seeing what an anomaly it is he’ll wake up in the middle of the night when you do to feed alex and he’ll simply watch you from his position on the bed

you’ll be sitting up and holding alex and your eyes will meet eli’s from where he’s laying down and you can tell even in that dark that they are just filled with absolute love, him just enamored with you as the mother of his children and absolutely drinking in every single little noise his miracle baby makes as he eats

when eli wakes up from his nightmares related to that night he’s wiping his sweat and any possible tears that may have escaped off his face, his eyes darting to you and taking a moment to watch your chest rise and fall as you breathe, letting him know you’re still alive

he runs his hands up from his face to his hair before laying back down, shakily kissing your forehead as he takes a deep breath and pulls you as close as humanly possible to him

you hum, intertwining your legs with his and nuzzling against his chest and feeling his wild heartbeat

some nights you groggily mutter “i love you, eli sunday” as he trembles and repeats over and over to himself “i’ve got you… i’ve got you…” and other nights you press a kiss to his chest, asking what the matter is

“i can’t do it,” his voice breaks. “i can’t lose you…”

you look up and pull his chin down to press a tired kiss to his lips, him sniffling as you pull away and nestle back against him

“you’re not going to, my love. i promise”

you dote over alex because you want to make sure that he develops alright with what happened, but eli is like constantly helicoptering him even though the doctor said there should be nothing to worry about and you don’t worry about alex super much

some nights you’ll wake up and see eli standing over alex’s cradle, watching the baby breathe and nuzzling one of his fingers into one of alex’s tiny fists. those are the nights you gently tell eli to come back to bed and hold him as you reassure him that you and the baby are alive and healthy

other nights you’ll hear him praying right next to the bed, thanking god for sparing you and his son and promising that he will do anything if it means the two of you get the prosperous life you deserve

as it nears alexander’s first birthday, the two of you are finally able to relax and allow some of your trauma to subside, but like your relationship grew more than you possibly thought it could and since the night alex was born eli would never let you wake without telling or showing you just how grateful is to wake up by your side and see your smile as your chest inhales and exhales with life

god im a sucker for this shit i love soft eli🥺 i want him to hold me i bet he gives great hugs

#btw soph #andromeda✨#eli sunday #alexander eli sunday #soft eli has me🥺#he’s absolutely in love with you

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whrejanlstays · 1 year

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sweetest guy who’ve planned this all w my fam, thank ü for the love ❤️ my mind was preoccupied & so focused that time; knew we didn’t have plans ‘til to a later date — but ü gave me a surprise breather w/c came out to be one of the most memorable one we had 😘 thank ü so much, my love!! ❤️ we just turned one, wow 😍 i’m such a inquisitive girl but i did not see this one coming 🥰 OK, you got me & my heart 😜thank you ❤️

was in my PJs busy doing something when a message pop out that we’re going to have dinner 🤯 not so much of spontaneous things (being a planner w to do lists), my sisters as accomplice & him got everything covered 😘 i could only do so much for my accessories & HMUA 😆

i’m just thankful to be celebrating life with you, dear 😘 i keep on praying to God to protect & bless our relationship & that we will always make it back to each others arm — no matter what, highs & lows 🙏🏼 here’s to our personal dreams & growth, time to travel the world, climb mountains, eat yummy food, do yoga, chase more sunsets and many more things we will do together! 💕 kapit lang sa ating mga pangarap!! 🤗 happy happy anniversary, sweetheart!! 🫶

from the not so little to the grand things you have done for me & for us, this is just one of the many many ways you show me — how you love me 💕 hope i could at the least reciprocate the love you give to me 😬 even just the coffee you make for me I feel so love already, i’m just grateful for you 🫶 love you!

this guy have taught me the best things in life are savored offline & right in the moment 🥰 we created many memories & places we had be to together, some we’ve shared, most we have not yet 💕 but as you said, we’ll remember them deep in our hearts 💘 my love may not equate to the one you have for me but I find ours unconditional, you surely will have my support & my opinions (hahaha) in all your endeavors ❤️ thanks for supporting me in all that I love & what I want to do ☺️ here’s to many more years & memories we will create together as couple, with our loving families, our dearest loved ones & our close friends.

13 Nov 2022 / 1st Anniv / Lemuria Fine Dining / Cafe Augusto Antipolo, Rizal

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 2 years

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Double Agent: Part 2 | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! People asked for a part two to Double Agent, so here it is!

Send me your comments, suggestions, and/ or requests! 🥰

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Part three is up!

Warning: Mention of PTSD, nightmares, reader injury/ torture, scars

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Bucky's arm remained tightly wrapped around you like a protective barrier, shielding you from the world. You felt like a little kid hiding from the monster in their closet, feeling safe only as long as they were under the covers. Bucky's reassuring words helped assuage some of your anxiety, and you finally let the exhaustion win.

Bucky shut his eyes and prayed for sleep, but the images he'd seen of you tied to a chair while Rumlowe beat you within an inch of your life kept him awake. Every time his mind began to drift, the pools of your blood slid their way into his consciousness and your screams echoed in his ears. It was over an hour before Bucky's body finally overruled his mind and forced him to rest out of biological need.

But before Bucky fell asleep, he tried to prepare himself for the moment when you were sure to wake up screaming and thrashing as he often did- but that moment never came. Instead, it was the bellowing of your sobs that pulled him out of his deep sleep.

The sounds escaping your throat were like nothing Bucky had ever heard. Tormented, anguished wails wracked your body. They echoed in your hollow chest, sending heaving breaths rattling into your lungs. A non-stop flow of tears cascaded down your cheeks..

Bucky flicked on the lamp and placed a hand gently on your shoulder, shaking you just enough to disrupt your sleep. Your eyes, blurred by tears, flew open and fell upon Bucky's concerned expression. Much to his dismay, the sobs didn't stop when you saw him. The gut-wrenching sadness and fear only grew sharper, more potent as you shook the sleep from your mind.

If you remained lying down, you surely would've drowned in your own tears or died of suffocation. Not nearly enough air was filling your lungs as you remained horizontal, forcing you to sit upright. The bawling pulled your shoulders forward, leaving you a hunched over mess.

The excruciating cries continued to claw their way out of your chest with no end in sight, ravaging your throat and stinging your eyes in the process. Helplessly, Bucky watched as you relived every moment of your torture. He hated that you’d seen him watching those videos. If anyone knew how hard it was to deal with trauma, it was Bucky- and he’d thrown you headfirst back into the darkest moments of your life.

With great caution, he placed a hand lightly on your back, sending a sharp flinch through your body. "Hey, hey- I'm sorry. It's just me. It's me..."

The visceral fear in your eyes when he touched you could’ve brought him to his knees. He saw just how much you'd suffered at the hands of Hydra, and knew all too well the mental toll it took. He wanted so badly to hug you or hold your hand, to provide you with some kind- any kind- of comfort. If someone had been there for him when he escaped, he would’ve loved nothing more than a warm embrace. He wanted to give you why he never had, when he needed but never got. And finally, he worked up the resolve to ask you.

"Hey- do you want to..." Bucky motioned for you to climb into his arms.

Without hesitation, you scrambled toward him and let his arms form a protective cage around you once again. He held you tightly like a weighted blanket, providing you with safety and security to cry yourself out. It was strange, seeking comfort from the person you’d hurt. But Bucky’s embrace was a welcome respite from the demons that lived in your head. It was what you’d needed ever since your rescue.

After what felt like an eternity, the bawling stopped-but only because your body gave out on you. You were nowhere near the end of your catharsis, but you physically could not continue the emotional purge. Mercifully, you slipped unconscious as Bucky held you tight.

The next time you woke, only two hours had passed. Bucky stared down at you with unease, waiting for the floodgates to burst open all over again. When that didn't happen, he released the breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

"Hey...how are you feeling?"

Your throat was raw and your chest sore, and an unforgiving headache ravaged your brain. "Not-um, not great”.

"I'll stay here if you want and have someone else do it but- I think I should go get you some water. I know you've gotta be dehydrated after...all that”.

With a nod, you assured him that you'd be okay for a few minutes by yourself. When he returned, he brought two large glasses of water with him, as well as a bottle of Tylenol. Without hesitation, you greedily chugged the first glass in an attempt to replace all the hydration you'd lost.

"Ya know, I thought two glasses might've been too much, but I was wrong," Bucky joked as you popped a few Tylenol and swallowed them with the second glass of water.

The cool water relieved some of the scratchy, stinging sensation plaguing your throat, granting you just a bit of mercy. Bucky climbed back into bed with you and sat up against the headboard, his metal fingers clinking against his dog tags. Things were still awkward, still weird. So much remained unsaid. A heavy silence laid over the two of you like a woolen blanket, making you uncomfortable and overly warm.

"Hey, um, if there's anything you wanna ask-anything you wanna know- you can ask me," you finally said, "I'll be completely honest".

He stared at you for a long time, his stormy eyes taking in your tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. He had a million questions swarming in his brain like gnats, and it took him a moment to put them in order. When he finally spoke, he did it gently, with no accusation or harshness . The edges of his words were rounded and safe, unlike the sharp corners he used when speaking to you just days ago.

"How long were you under cover?" Bucky began, hoping he wasn't going to spur a resurgence of your violent sobbing. A deep breath filled your lungs and calmed you anxiety, ridding your voice of the broken, unsteady quality that had colored it only moments before.

"One year and ten months”.

Bucky's next question came after a painful pause. He knew that if he asked about your captivity, he'd open a can of worms that he could never close, and he wasn't sure he wanted to make you relive everything yet again.

"And then you were-" he began, but you cut him off before he could say it.

"Yeah..." the word fell from your lips like the last dead leaf of fall, leaving you bare and exposed.

"And how long did they...um, how long did they keep you after that?" Bucky hated himself for asking but gave in to the morbid curiosity. He cringed at his own words and watched you fiercely for a reaction of any kind: the tensing of your jaw or a raised eyebrow- anything to indicate your discomfort. But he found nothing. Your expression read as vacant, empty, void. He wasn't sure if this was better or worse than the brutal bawling.

"Fury said two years..." you told him, shaking your head, "but that doesn't right to me. I thought it was- it seemed longer." Bucky nodded, knowing exactly what that was like; lost time wasn't a new concept to him. He offered you his hand in solidarity, and you smiled at the simple, kind gesture. It was enough to tear down your walls and make you cry all over again, but you didn't think you were physically capable of producing more tears.

The two of you sat in silence-a silence less awkward than it had been before- with your fingers laced together. It almost felt right, like you'd found the only person in the world who could share in your experience- but the guilt of your work under Hydra still sat upon your chest like a boulder, immovable and suffocating.

"I noticed you got a new arm," you admired the sleek black vibranium that adorned his left side, "it reminds me of kintsugi".

Bucky cocked his head to the side and quirked an eyebrow at you, "I have no idea what you just said to me”. You gave his hand a squeeze before letting go and reaching for your phone to show him photos. "It's a Japanese art form. They use gold to repair broken pieces of pottery-see? All the cracks are filled with gold," you told him as he scrolled through the images.

"Why?"

"It's about embracing imperfections...building something back even stronger-and more beautiful- than it was before", you smiled, "I like this arm better". Bucky's mouth turned upward at the corners as he stared down at his beautiful arm with a new found appreciation.

"Me too", he murmured, still observing his arm in a new light. "Tony destroyed the other one..."

His statement made your head spin. You'd worked on that arm more times than you could count. It was impossibly strong, resilient- it was bulletproof. That arm was the finest piece of engineering you'd ever seen; you couldn’t image it breaking.

"What? How?"

"Long story but um- he shot at it and, well, I lost most of it”.

Bucky's words dripped with a strange mixture of grief and disdain, and his eyes took on a haunted expression. He fell silent, allowing for the events of that violent day to wash over him- to drown him. A pang of anxiety struck your chest as you watched Bucky relive such a traumatic event, and the sudden urge to fill the dead air overcame you.

"And you got a haircut," you chirped, your words halting Bucky's downward spiral.

His large, warm hand raked though his short hair, "yeah, I wanted to get away from what I looked like back when I was...you know. Makes looking in the mirror a lot easier". His statement was a red hot dagger to the heart, the pure hatred Bucky held for himself coating his words. "And it makes going out in public a lot less stressful..." Bucky continued quietly, "I'm harder to recognize this way."

"What about the arm?"

"I um, I wear a jacket-and gloves".

The silence found its way in between the two of you yet again, until you broke it with a stupid question. "Even when it's hot out?"

His light chuckle was unexpected, and brought a smile to your lips. The mood in the room lifted once again and he nodded, "it's not that bad..."

Without a word, you jumped out of the bed and shimmied your pants down until they stopped around your knees. "I do the same thing..." you turned to face him, letting his eyes fall upon the dark, massive scar that traveled from your mid thigh to the crest of your knee. A knowing expression filled his eyes.

"They did that to you...?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer. Your nod was curt and clipped as you pulled your pants back up and climbed into bed once again. Bucky wasn't exactly sure what to say. Should he empathize with you? Let you tell your story? Show you his scars and make you feel less alone? The gears in his mind turned and turned until you finally spoke.

"I almost died, actually," you told him matter-of-factly. The words rolled off your tongue almost too causally in a way that Bucky had absolutely not expected.

"You- what?" He knew when he asked that he should've left it alone and waited for you to elaborate if you wanted to, but it was too late.

"I um..." a sharp inhale filled your lungs and gave you the momentum you needed to spill your guts to Bucky. "Rumlowe wasn't as skilled with a knife as he thought- definitely not as skilled as someone I know..."

A sad smile pulled Bucky's lips into a crescent shape; he wasn't sure if he should be proud of his ungodly talent with a knife or ashamed of the amount of lives he'd taken with it.

"Anyway, he got me way too deep with his knife while he interrogated me-knicked my femoral artery by mistake..." Visions of that day came flooding back, much like the flood of crimson that had coated your body. Your hand absentmindedly moved toward your scar, stroking it gently as your story unfolded.

"He panicked- didn't tell anyone how badly he'd fucked up. Left me on the floor of my cell bleeding for...I don't know how long. It wasn't until some other operative came to torture me that I was found. They dragged me out of there, patched me up, saved my life...only to tear me apart again."

Bucky was gutted as you spoke. The flickers of hopeless agony that burned behind your eyes felt so familiar to him, as though he were looking into a mirror. "Goddamn..." was all he could say.

You snickered a bit, "Yeah, goddamn is right".

Another question nagged at Bucky's subconscious relentlessly until he finally gave in to his unshakable curiosity, "Who all knows...about your- everything you went through?"

"Rhodes. Steve. Fury. And now, you".

He nodded, satisfied with your answer until yet another question gnawed at the back of his mind.

"Barnes, whatever it is, just ask me," you teased, noticing Bucky's tensed jaw. He huffed out a sigh, slightly disturbed by just how easily you could read him. "I'm just curious, why didn't you want anyone to know? You survived torture at the hands of Hydra for a long time. You're a bad ass." He was sweet, but his compliment didn't lessen the degree to which you felt like a failure.

"Because I fucked up. I was too soft and got myself found out. Failed the mission. Set the whole operation back," the humiliation of your failed venture colored your words, making you cringe. Bucky shook his head fervently as you spoke, disagreeing with your appraisal.

"You didn't fuck up- your humanity got in the way".

"Yeah, I know. That's what makes me a bad agent-"

"Maybe it just makes you a good person."

The statement sat on your chest and forced the air out of your lungs. After everything you'd done, you hadn't considered yourself to be anywhere near 'good'.

"Thanks, Barnes..."

He took your hand in his once again and gave it a reassuring squeeze. The contact made his head swim with guilt until he was speaking without realizing it.

"Hey, I’m- I am so sorry I watched those videos...I should've turned them off the second I realized what they were.” He found himself rambling, unable to stop the words from coming. "It feels like a gross invasion of your privacy- like I read your diary or something."

You couldn't let him feel guilty- he needed to find out somehow. You hadn't even been able to work up the courage to tell him about what happened. And part of you experienced a great relief at letting the footage speak for you.

With a wave of your hand, you brushed him off, "No, no. It's okay. I'm kind of glad you found them..."

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

An unexpected laugh tore its way out of your throat. He hadn't expected such a reaction, and the shock was legible all over his face. "Barnes, you literally wouldn't talk to me. Pretty sure you told me to go fuck myself at least twice. I couldn't exactly have a heart to heart with you. And we both know you wouldn’t have believed me, anyway."

A sudden seriousness eclipsed your light demeanor, "plus, how was I supposed to tell you about what they did to me after everything they put you through? Everything I put you through? I didn't want to diminish your experience...you suffered through way more for a lot longer-"

Bucky simply couldn't accept your statement. The two of you had experienced such similar horrors, and might've just been the only two people alive who could share in the other's experiences. "Hey, this isn't the trauma olympics. We're not competing. We both went through bad shit."

It was hard to take Bucky's words as truth. You'd spent years telling yourself that what they did to you was nothing compared to what Bucky went through, effectively minimizing your own experience. A tightness spread across your chest, tempting you with another emotional breakdown, but you resisted. After a few breaths, you were finally able to mutter a "thank you..." without your voice shaking.

Bucky turned to you suddenly with a strange mix of excitement and guilt swirling through his eyes. With trepidation, he opened his mouth and waited for the words to tumble out, "I, um, I just wanted you to know that...I deleted them-the videos". His words echoed loudly through your mind without comprehension, the shock robbing them of their meaning.

"What...?"

"I deleted them."

"When?"

"After you left. You went to the jet but...I couldn't leave them there. I wiped them from the drive. I don't know if any duplicates exist but...I didn't think anyone else needed to see them".

You'd known for years that those videos were still out there somewhere, and the thought made you cringe every time it circulated your mind. The knowledge that they'd been deleted, destroyed, lost forever, brought tears to your eyes. Your body moved quicker than your mind, urgently climbing into Bucky's lap and wrapping him in the tightest hug you could manage. He returned your gesture slowly, letting his strong arms gently weave their way around your body, returning you to the safety of his grasp.

The two of you sat there, knotted together, for a long while. Your silent tears dampened Bucky's shirt, but he didn't care. You couldn't help but whisper soft thank yous against his skin over and over until he used his large hands to pull your face away from his neck.

"Oh, and hey, I just want you to know," Bucky began, wanting to add some levity back into the room, "Rumlowe's dead". A twisted smile pulled at your lips as Bucky's words prompted a, "good riddance, motherfucker".

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mcx7demonbros · 2 years

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Catholic MC (II)

PART 2

The next “morning”, you walked in the hall of RAD towards your classroom. It was your first day as an exchange student, but you was not excited at all. All the running and escaping yesterday took a toll on your body. You should have rested at home today, instead of going to school.

Argh, my head’s hurt.

“Are you okay, MC? Are you hurt?” Luke was right beside you. He was very worried about you.

“I’m fine...probably need more sleep...yawn.” you replied.

“That won’t do. Let’s me help you, MC.”

You crouched down to Luke’s height. And he used some power of angel, and your headache subsided immediately.

“I’m feeling better. Thanks, Luke!”

“You’re welcome, MC!” Luke beamed, he was glad he could help you.

However, your happy moment did not last long, as you both heard some demons talking behind your back.

“Hey, isn’t that the human that the brothers have to babysit?”

“Yes, that’s them.”

“I heard that they’re a little lamb of that church which belongs to God, which was why they tried to escape yesterday. But Lucifer caught them.”

“A member of the church huh? I wonder if their soul’s delicious, hahaha.”

“Don’t worry, MC. I will teach them a lesson and protect you.”

But you stopped Luke.

“They’re not worth your time and energy, Luke. Let’s bear their nasty words like how our Lord Jesus bore the insults of the Jews and the Romans during his Passion and Death.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

You and Luke then left without giving the lower demons another look or thought.

“Hello, MC. Nice to meet you.” a white-haired man greeted you. He seemed nice.

“Nice to meet you too...uh, do I know you.”

“You don’t.”

You looked at the man with suspicious look, wondering if he was a man with ill intent.

“I’m Solomon. I’m the other exchange student from the Human Realm.”

“Solomon? Do you have any relation with King Solomon from The Bible?” you intended this a a joke.

“Ahahaha...” Solomon noticed the crucifix on your neck “...Interesting.”

“Interesting what?” you became more suspicious of the man. Meanwhile, Luke beside you was growling, like a chihuahua.

“Solomon, if I’m not mistaken. Your class is on the other side of the building, why are you still here with only 5 minutes before the bell rings?”

Lucifer appeared, standing behind Solomon.

“Ahahaha...my mistake, it’s my first day here after all.” Solomon left immediately.

“Be careful with Solomon!” Lucifer said.

“May I ask why?”

“I don’t know if he has told you this, but that man is the same Solomon, the Wise King, from the Bible.”

WAIT WHAT!

“I believe I don’t need to tell you more. That man’s supposed to be dead like the Bible says, but he’s alive. And I’m sure you have heard of ‘Solomon & 72 demons’, I assure you they’re all real,”

💙 💛 🧡 💚 💘 ❤ 💜

After classes finished for the morning,

“I’m so hungry.” you told Luke.

“Yeah, me too.”

“Let’s go find the cafeteria.”

Asmodeus suddenly appeared beside you, you nearly forgot that you shared Devildom History class with him this morning.

“Hey sweetie, where are you going? The cafeteria for student council members is this way.” Asmo said as he locked arms with you.

“Cafeteria for student council members? Are you sure I can eat there?” you asked him, while your arm gently escaped from the arms lock, much to his dismay.

“Of course, that’s the privilege of living with us, sweetie. Let’s go.”

Asmo then pulled you to the cafeteria for student council members.

“Hey, wait for me!” Luke chased after you.

💙 💛 🧡 💚 💘 ❤ 💜

“Thank you, Lord, for this meal that you gave us!” you prayed and made a sign of the Cross. Luke prayed with you.

“ARGH!”

Before you, Mammon was lying on the ground, his food tray was on top of his head, while the soup and other food splattered all around his uniform.

“Mammon, you stupid!” Asmo cackled. “How could you trip even with nothing caught your foot?”

“I swear, it was not my fault. There was some force that made me fall down, right when I walked past MC.”

“Asmo, it’s not Mammon’s fault. It was MC’s. MC made a sign of the Cross, and every demon before the sign of the Cross either kneels or falls.” Satan explained.

“Oh right, I completely forgot about that.” Asmo exclaimed.

Mammon turned back to get another portion, but apparently, Beel ate them all, so there was no more for him. It made you feel a little bit guilty for ruining his food.

“Hey Mammon, come here. I’ll share my food with you.”

All demons were flabbergasted, they didn’t expect you would share food with a demon. Luke was also surprised, although he didn’t think of sharing his food with a demon, he was happy that you were such a kind person.

💙 💛 🧡 💚 💘 ❤ 💜

“I still think you should send them back, Diavolo.” Lucifer said as he stood inside the council’s room. There were only three demons here, him, Diavolo, and Barbatos.

“No Lucifer. MC is exactly whom I want.”

Lucifer was stupefied, while Barbatos just smiled.

“In order to establish peace between three realms, I need exchange students with different views. Luke is a young angel representing Celestial Realm’s view, Simeon is not your stereotype angel, Solomon is friendly with demons but he completely stands with the Human Realm. So MC, a Catholic who has learnt, understood and followed the doctrines of your Father and the Church, arguably the most powerful organization in the Human Realm, is exactly whom I need.”

“Alright, Diavolo, I understand. I shall do my best to accommodate them.”

“Thanks, Lucifer. By the way, Barbatos, I heard that once a human is baptized, they become a Child of God and therefore, an Heir to the Heavenly Kingdom, is that right?”

“That’s right, my Lord! That makes MC a Royal, like you.”

“I will make sure to treat them as such.”

PROLOGUE PART 1

#om! shall we date #obey me #royal academy of diavolo #obey me main character #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me solomon

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sunshinesteviee · 6 years

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can’t sleep // tom holland

Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: just super cute fluff and dad!tom Summary: you can’t sleep and tom helps out A/N: hellooooo! sorry for the wait on this. i’m actually in the process of writing out the next few parts of this so i can have them ready when classes start for me!! tbh there will only be a few more parts before it’s over, i think (unless y’all want more???). as always, hope you like it, and i’d greatly appreciate it if you let me know what ya think! 💘

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Being pregnant wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Now that you were almost seven months along, it was getting so much harder to do normal, day-to-day stuff. The worst part was that you always had trouble sleeping. You were constantly tired, and you tried to sleep when you could, but the night was when your baby was the most active. There was constant movement, constant kicks and pushes. And the fact that you were up to pee practically every other hour didn’t help any.

One night, as you were laying in bed next to Tom, you were having a particularly hard time getting to sleep; it seemed your butterfly was wide awake. Staring up into the darkness at the ceiling, you could hear the soft breaths leave his lips. Normally, the sound of his quiet breathing could lull you to sleep, but every time you were on the edge of sleep, there’d be another kick. Your head turned, cheek pressing into the soft pillow as you watched Tom sleep.

You watched his chest rise and fall with each breath, and you noticed the way a few strands of his soft hair had fallen into his face. You had to refrain yourself from brushing them back and out of his face; you weren’t getting any sleep, but that didn’t mean he shouldn’t get some sleep. He was constantly doing stuff for you, constantly making sure that you were okay, and he deserved some rest. His leg was resting over yours; he always had to be touching you in some way. You honestly didn’t know what you’d done to get so damn lucky. You were pregnant with your best friend’s baby, and by some miracle, you’d fallen in love with each other.

Scooting in closer to him, you slid your arm across his torso, turning your head and nudging your nose into his shoulder. Tom didn’t move, so you snuggled in closer, trying to fall asleep. And yet, snuggled up next to your boyfriend, you still couldn’t sleep.

Sighing to yourself, you slipped away from Tom’s embrace, moving as carefully as possible so you wouldn’t wake him up. You struggled to get up for a few seconds before swinging your legs over the side of the bed, and hopping out. Tom shifted a little and you paused, tucking the covers back around his body and leaning over the best you could to press a kiss to the top of his head.

After wandering around the house a bit to grab a glass of water and something to eat, you found yourself in the newly decorated nursery. You turned on one of the lamps placed near the rocking chair, lighting up only the corner of the room that the chair was in, as you sat down in it. Grabbing the blanket hanging over the back of your chair to lay it over your lap, you let your eyes close in hopes of falling asleep there. Nothing you tried was helping.

Sliding your hand across the still-growing stomach, you sighed and silently prayed for your baby to calm down even just a little bit so you could fall asleep. Your feet pushed off of the floor, making the chair rock a little, thinking that maybe that would calm the baby. Minutes passed, but your baby didn’t let up. Just as you were about to give up and watch TV downstairs in the living room, there was a knock on the doorframe. You jumped a little bit in surprise as your eyes shot up to meet Tom’s.

He was wearing only a pajama shirt, and a pair of boxers that sat low on his hips. His hair was a complete mess, pieces of his brown hair sticking up in every direction. Honestly, the “barely awake” look was a good one on Tom; it made him look so soft and all you wanted to do was wrap him up and tuck him back in. The corners of his lips tugged up into a tired smile and he let out a yawn before making his way towards you. “‘M sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya. Why ya up, babe?”

“I can’t sleep,” you sighed as Tom stopped in front of you and crouched down. Your hand was in one place on your stomach, but your fingers brushed back and forth lightly against the fabric of the cotton t-shirt that you’d plucked out of Tom’s drawer. “Our baby here doesn’t seem to want to let me sleep. Constantly moving, our little butterfly.”

His lips pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, trailing a line of small kisses down your nose, and placing one last one against your lips. You smiled against his lips, your free hand moving up to tangle into his hair gently. Both of Tom’s hands came down to your stomach, resting on either side of your hand. Your fingers combed through his hair lightly as you watched him, and you leaned back in the rocking chair to get a little more comfortable. Tom looked up from where he was and gave you a warm smile, his pretty brown eyes sparkling a little in the dim light of the room. Lifting your hand away from the bump, you placed it on Tom’s jaw, pulling him up for a soft kiss.

Breaking away from the kiss, Tom’s head dipped down closer to your stomach. You took the other opportunity to thread your fingers of your other hand into his hair as well. His lips touched the t-shirt, his fingers tracing soft shapes. The feeling of his fingertips made you shiver a little, and you twirled a strand of his soft hair around your finger. A small smile graced your lips as you watched how carefully Tom was choosing his actions. His lips pressed against your stomach as his fingers slid down, slipping underneath your shirt. He pushed the shirt up over the bump, his fingers skimming across your skin.

“Tommy,” you breathed out with a soft laugh, “what are you doing?”

“Lovin’ on both of my babies,” he replied without missing a beat, his eyes flicking up to yours. The look he gave you made your heart melt, and a cheeky smile found it’s way to his lips before he dipped down again. The feeling of his fingers dancing across the skin of your stomach, his lips making their own path on your skin, made you laugh, your head tipping back as you let out a few quiet giggles.

After a few moments, his hands stopped on either side of the bump, and he leaned down again. His voice was so quiet that you almost didn’t hear it, but you were able to catch most of what he was saying, “-gotta be nice to your mama, little love. She really needs some sleep, so it’d be great for all of us if you could just settle down a bit.” Your fingers ran through his soft hair a few times, causing your boy to look up at you. They stopped and caught gently in his curly hair, pushing some strands away from his face, as you gave him a smile back.

Your eyes closed, and your thumb brushed over Tom’s cheek as he bent down once more. “Mama and daddy are so excited to meet you, butterfly. We can’t wait to hold you and kiss you and love on you. We love you with all of our hearts, with everything we have to give. Your mum is my best friend in the whole wide world, and if it wasn’t for you, it would’ve taken me so much longer for me to admit that I was in love with her.” Though you tried to push them back, tears welled in your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks as you listened to Tom. He was right; if you hadn’t gotten pregnant, you wouldn’t be with him now.

It was silent for a few moments and you opened your eyes just as Tom was tugging your shirt back into place. He stood up with a smile on his face, his hands outstretched to yours. Grasping onto his hands tightly, you let him help you up. His nose nudged into yours as you leaned up, pressing a kiss to his lips, whispering an “I love you” against them.

By the time you’d made it back into bed, all of the kicking had calmed down a little bit, and you burrowed yourself underneath the pile blankets, trying to get comfortable. Just as you were getting comfortable, Tom ripped the blankets back from your body, causing you to huff loudly in frustration. You pouted up at him, about to complain, when he leaned down once more. “Hey, butterfly. It’s your daddy again. Like I said, it’d be really great if you could let your mum get some sleep. Sweet dreams, little love. We love you so much.”

Tom sat up, tucking the covers back around you as your hands came up to cup his cheeks, pulling him down to you for one more kiss. He smiled as he pressed a soft kiss back to your lips before laying down. His head turned, cheek resting against the pillow, “Feeling any better?”

You nodded, your hand making his way to his under the blankets, fingers entwining. “Yes, much better. I think I’ll be able to fall asleep soon.”

“Good, you need it,” Tom whispered, squeezing your hand in his.

Just like you hoped, it wasn’t long until you’d fallen asleep. Tom stayed awake until he was sure you were asleep before drifting off, too, your hand in his the entire time.

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What inspired your username? A song, a poem, your own imagination? Please share.

it’s a song lyric from 100 years by florence + the machine! “lord don’t let me break this/let me hold it lightly/give me arms to pray with/instead of ones that hold too tightly”. it’s my favourite song and that lyric has become a personal mantra 💘

#this song only came out a year ago but it was honestly life changing #that sounds very stupid but its the truth #thank you for asking love x #replies #anon #Anonymous

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#loveofmylife #photofolio

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 2 years

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Revenge | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! this was a request and I CANT REMEMBER if it was from an anon or not- so if you sent this in not anonymously please lemme know :)

It's similar to Nothing Fucks With My Baby but I honestly am such a slut for this kind of storyline so I had to write it.

Send me your comments, requests, and/ or submissions! 🥰

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Warning: canon level violence, reader injury, blood

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Bucky sprinted through corridor after corridor, the red flashing lights giving everything a hint of foreboding. He could hear Nat in his ear, screaming at him to get his ass out to the jet, but he couldn't leave just yet- not without you. "Barnes, I know she's your girl but we gotta go. I'm sure she'll be out in a sec", Hill stated, "she knows what she's doing." Bucky had made his way to the jet just ten minutes earlier and waited for you to join him, but he kept his eyes trained on the door and never saw you the Hydra base. He knew you were a more than capable agent, but you were his girl, and he had a feeling that something wasn't right. Against Maria's wishes, he'd run back into the building in search of the love of his life.

His eyes meticulously scanned every inch of the base until he found a trail. Crimson streaks painted the floor, making Bucky's chest ache. He followed the bloody mess and became only more horrified as he noticed the splotches getting bigger and bigger. Finally, he turned the corner and his heart dropped. Slumped up against the wall, you clutched your side with red stained hands. Your face was slick with blood oozing from your temple and the French braids Nat had so lovingly put in your hair were coated scarlet.

"Hey, hey, baby. Hey, look at me", slowly, you opened your eyes and made them focus. Bucky's hands shook as he reached down to your abdomen to appraise your wound, praying it was something you could come back from. "I'm fine, Buck. I promise, I just-" you took a sharp inhale as Bucky's touch sent pain radiating from your injury, "It's just a graze wound..." Your broken ribs throbbed at the sudden influx of breath, making you hiss. As badly as you wanted to try and hide your pain from Bucky, you simply didn’t have the energy. Making him worry was the last thing you wanted to do, but as you sat against the wall, bleeding with no end in sight, all you could focus on was not passing out.

He brought his hand to your face and carefully looked at the gash on your head, as well as the developing black eye. "Who did this to you?" he growled. You attempted a chuckle, but a stabbing pain from your injured ribs stopped you in your tracks, "I'll give you one guess..."

Rumlowe.

Brock Rumlowe had had it out for you ever since you rejected his advances, but doubled down on his hatred when he'd found out you were with Bucky. He'd made you uncomfortable when he was still working at Shield, but after he went full Hydra, he became a monster. He'd threatened your life too many times to count, and always promised he'd get back at you. He'd held a gun to your head and a knife to your throat on several occasions just to scare you-and Bucky, too. Rumlowe hated Bucky for turning against Hydra, vowing to one day get even with the ex-assassin. A violent rage flooded Bucky's body, urging him to find Rumlowe and rip his head from his body, but he knew he had to keep it together for you.

"Okay, sweets. I got you", Bucky assured you. As gently as he could, Bucky scooped you into his arms and carried you toward the exit as a vermillion river trickled down his hand. He boarded the quinjet with you in his protective grasp, shooting Nat and Maria a 'told you so' sort of look. The med team swarmed your bloody body and ordered Bucky away, much to your dismay. Your sticky hand reached out for his but found nothing, and your eyes began scanning the room for him. "B-Buck?" you murmured weakly. The med team shushed you and gave you a dose of IV pain meds, sending you into a fuzzy darkness.

Bucky once again ran from the jet and into the Hydra base, prompting more protest from Nat and Maria. He paid their angry voices no mind, his laser focus set on one thing and one thing only. He ripped open door after door as he hunted for Rumlowe like a predator searching for its prey. An all too familiar voice send shockwaves of fury through Bucky's chest as he turned the corner to find Rumlowe giving commands to a team of Hydra operatives.

Without hesitation he flew at Rumlowe with a knife, wounding him in the abdomen so quickly that Rumlowe hadn't even clocked it. He didn't even seem to care that he was bleeding, only adding to the wrath coursing through Bucky's veins. "Barnes!" Brock called with a dark laugh, "long time no see, Soldat". Rumlowe knew just how intensely Bucky hated being called soldat, clocking the twitch of his lip as the word rolled off Brock's tongue. "What? You here for your revenge, soldat?" Rumlowe taunted.

Bucky launched himself at a cocky Rumlowe, wanting nothing more than to kill him where he stood. The two went at each other with terrifying speed and accuracy unmatched by anyone else, knives slashing at their bodies with intense agility-but Brock was no match for Bucky. He was left in a pile on the floor, bleeding from an indeterminate number of knife wounds. "That's for my girl..." Bucky muttered as he stalked out of the room, anxious to get back to you.

When you woke up back at the compound, your eyes fell upon Bucky's blood spattered vibranium hand. You weren't sure who the blood belonged to, but you knew it wasn't just yours. "Buck?" you whispered, groaning as you ran headfirst into a wall of pain. His eyes snapped down to meet yours and a look of relief washed over his features. "Hey, doll," he murmured, "how are you feeling?" He brushed a stray hair from your face with his bloody hand, suddenly retracting it when he noticed the gore.

"Whose blood is that...?" you realized your question was pointless as the obvious answer danced in the back of your head. Bucky gave a little chuckle and shot you a wink, "I'll give you one guess". You wanted so badly to disapprove, to tell Bucky that revenge was never the answer- but you resolved to let this one slide. "I had to, sweets. I couldn't let him get away with that..." Bucky murmured, "no one hurts my girl".

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