What We Lost In The Ashes

What we lost in the ashes

Warnings: noncon sex (oral, m&f, intercourse)

This is dark!Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: At her weekly grief counseling groups, the reader finds herself seeking support in strangers. Even the famous Steve Rogers. But is there more to his compassion than meets the eye?

Note: Okay so this is a one shot but it’s hella long (8800+ words). To anyone who has the energy, thank you for reading. I was gonna split it up but it just wasn’t making sense and I like it altogether. But without further ado…

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You walked out of the interview and cringed into your hands. Fuck. You were so worked up you fumbled over nearly every word. Even as you breathed and fought to steady yourself, it all tumbled out like water over the falls. 

Two months and only three interviews. More than a dozen rejection emails, too. All of it piled up and left you senseless as you sat across from the interviewer. You already knew you didn’t get the job. Another fuck up.

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NO NOT THE CENTIPEDE

Okay how about this: what if CD!Reader is kidnapped/tortured. How does Reader deal with that?? How does Bucky react to that?! 👀👀

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Everyone’s been desperately trying to play it cool. 

“Barnes,” Sam sighs, pinching his nose-bridge as he usually does, even if it’s a bit shaky now, “You can’t just demand a nuclear weapon from the United States government.”

“I asked,” a stilted response as Bucky grits his teeth loud enough for everyone to hear, “They said no.”

Steve hums, “How did– well, at least you used your good manners.”

Friday pings sharply and Tony pulls up the incoming call as quickly as he can.  Finally, Jesus Christ, it had only been twenty minutes since they hailed that signal and saw a video of you tied to a chair, knocked unconscious. Twenty minutes was more than enough for Bucky to completely lose his mind. You’d been gone for a couple of days without contact, after all. 

They just figured you were off gallivanting again.

“Hey f-” a wet cough and the screen catches a bit of blood, “HEY GUYS!” It seems like you’ve hand-stitched a cut on your brow closed. Your shoulder looks a bit out of place, but otherwise, you’re alive. You’re alive– and you look crazy as hell. “Hey, look, I made some friends.”

You turn the phone to face two operatives, hanging from the ceiling of the warehouse, “I got their names, their social security numbers, and this one’s favorite color is lime green. Hey…” A spool of fishing wire in your hand is tossed into the air and your teeth clamp down onto a scapel’s handle, “You think they’ve ever seen Human Centipede before? Or have any desire to re-enact it?”

Immediately, Sam, Steve, and Tony scramble to derail your intentions. Laws, this, morality, that. 

Bucky inhales a steady, deep breath and it feels like the first one he’s taken in almost two days. A slow smile stretches across his face.

“Atta girl.”

I.O.U.: V

Summary: Bucky is tired of the youngest Avenger having all of Steve’s attention. 

Warnings: age gap (reader is of age), smut, dub/non con, dark!Bucky

Notes: Part 5 is finally finished!! Boy this was a long week I seriously didn’t think I would get this done. Anyways, please enjoy part 5! Please like, comment, reblog, and follow for more! Enjoy babes :) 

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The drive back to the compound was filled with laughter, story telling, and some kissing, much to Gwen’s fake disgust. 

“Will you two stop! No fucking in my back seat!” You and Zachary couldn’t help but laugh loudly. It was a magical night, with many more to come, Zachary promised you. 

As much as you wished this moment could last forever the internal dread of having to go back to the compound crept in. You were afraid of running into Bucky again. What if he’s waiting in your room for you. Did you even remember to lock your door? You should probably start locking your door from now on. Are the others back yet? Steve never texted you saying when he would be back. How are you going to tell him about Bucky? Should you tell him about Bucky? How are you gonna-

“Hey, you alright?” Zachary held your hand as Gwen pulled up to the compound. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just upset that I’ll be leaving you.” You fake pouted before kissing Zachary on the cheek. 

“Ew, you guys are both gross.” Gwen couldn’t keep her comments to herself. You chuckled as you exited the car. 

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Heart-Shaped Box 💟 6

Warnings: noncon/dubcon sex, obsession, possessive, breeding, sex pollen, spanking, oral, menstruation.

This is dark!Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: You accept a job as an au pair, but not all is as it seems.

Note: Okay so probably the last chapter until the weekend. I gotta work, I gotta go do social shit I’m not into atm, I gotta live my stupid life. Anyway, hope you all enjoy this chapter. You make me so excited to write and all your encouragement and awesome comments and memes make it even better. Know that I am forever thankful for all of you and the energy you put into this series is just as important as mine! Love you all. <3

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You weren’t allowed upstairs again, though you were no longer bound. You were brought your meals as usual and your pills. It didn’t stop. The undeniable longing. It remained even when he was touching you. When you were lost in your lust; writhing and pleading for more. And when he finished, he left you worn across the mattress as you lingered in a haze of desire and shame to sink into a fitful sleep.

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Ophelia || Stanley Uris X Reader

Pairing: Stanley Uris X Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Based on the song “Ophelia” by The Lumineers.

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Oh, oh, when I was younger, oh, oh, should have known better

And I can’t feel no remorse, and you don’t feel nothing back 

Stan felt himself sigh as his eyes were forced away from his book once again. How many times was it now? He had lost count, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the song that had been playing in the background or if it was because of your dancing. He watched as you swayed without a care in the world, knowing that he wished to be as carefree as you. Despite the chaos that had happened over the summer several years ago, you somehow managed to remain cheerful and lively. How? Stan had not a clue.

Oh, oh, got a new girlfriend, he feels like he’s on top

And I don’t feel no remorse, and you can’t see past my blinders

“Are you okay?” He couldn’t help that his heart jumped a little when he saw you staring back at him with concern written on your face. “Uh…Yeah. Don’t worry, I was just thinking.” His gaze moved back down to his hands as they shut the book, a finger still wedged in the pages to keep his place. He didn’t even hear you approach him until the weight of the hammock shifted to adjust to you. “You get too in your head. I get why, but you need to relax a little.” You move a bit to look at the book in his hands. “Which one is this?” Your hand brushed against his as your fingers danced over the cover which only made his cheeks turn pink. 

Oh, Ophelia, you’ve been on my mind girl since the flood

Oh, Ophelia, heaven help a fool who falls in love

You were the only one of the Losers who made him feel this way, and it was both concerning and comforting to him. As he explained that the book in his hands was actually a book of poetry Ben had recommended for him, he would glance at your face to make sure that your mind hadn’t wandered off due to his ramblings, but he could only smile as he found you listening to his every word.

Oh, oh, got a little paycheck, you got big plans and you gotta move

And I don’t feel nothing at all

And you can’t feel nothing small

“Can you read me some of your favorite ones so far?” You asked with a sparkle in your eye that Stan simply could not refuse. “Sure but if anyone comes down here, you better go to your side of the hammock.” He tried to be threatening in a playful way, but it only succeeded in making you chuckle. “Of course.”

Honey I love you, that’s all she wrote

With you curled up beside him, Stanley softly read each poem to you. He would occasionally stop, just for a moment, when you moved around so you didn’t miss something. He always found himself relaxing like this when he was with you. This was where he felt safe enough to let his guard down, especially when you had your hands running through his hair. He subconsciously pulled you closer only to have his heart skip a beat when you rested your head on his shoulder.

Oh, Ophelia, you’ve been on my mind girl like a drug

Oh, Ophelia, heaven help a fool who falls in love

He had stopped reading to ask what you thought of the book, but only was met with closed eyes and soft snores. It took him a second to process what was happening and when it finally clicked, Stanley simply grinned. As the soft music from the radio echoed in the background, Stan raised his hand up to move some hair out of your face before he softly presses his lips to your forehead. 

Oh, Ophelia, you’ve been on my mind girl since the flood

Oh, Ophelia, heaven help a fool who falls in love 

Maybe he found himself having a crush on you, but he knew he couldn’t act on it. Not yet anyway. He didn’t mind that though, especially when you both could have moments like this without the world pressuring him to put a label on what you both cherished so much. After his lips pulled away from your head, He saw you smile a little in your sleep. God, you make his heart race.

Oh, Ophelia, you’ve been on my mind girl like a drug

Oh, Ophelia, heaven help a fool who falls in love 

Stanley carefully sat his book to the side and pulled you into his arms. His smile only grew when you situated yourself under his jaw, breathing softly onto his neck. Maybe he was in love, but all he knew is that this made him happy. As the music continued to play, Stan felt his eyelids grow heavy as he studied your features. After one more soft kiss to your head, he willingly let himself rest in your embrace.

I.O.U.: XIV

 Summary: Bucky is tired of the youngest Avenger having all of Steve’s attention. 

Warnings: age gap (reader is of age), smut, dub/non con, dark!Bucky

Notes: She’s here!! The final chapter of IOU!! I can’t believe we’ve come this far to the end. This is dedicated to all of those who’ve showed their love for the series! I am so astounded and grateful for all the love this series has received. Sending my love to all of you! Enjoy the last chapter!! Don’t for get to message, like, reblog, comment, and follow me for more!! Enjoy, enjoy, ENJOY!! I love you all!! :) 

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Home. Home. Home. 

It’s all that was on your mind. That rubber band at the back of brain had finally snapped. No other thoughts entered your mind as you tried any possible way to leave the cozy prison  specially made to keep people like you captive. You barely even registered Wanda and Stephen in the room until Stephen did something to make you unconscious. 

Now you lay in a hospital bed with Stephen and Wanda, patiently waiting for Director Fury to visit. Wanda tapped her foot impatiently and Stephen was pacing the floors. Something had been bothering him. Even way past finding you all distraught there was something in his eyes that held more than what Wanda could never guess. 

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