I.O.U.: VII

I.O.U.: VII

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: It took me a while but Chapter 7 is here! These chapters might be coming out slowly because I’ve got a bunch of school things to do. I also am working on other stuff to put out too!! Enjoy the chapter! Don’t forget to like, comment, reblog, and follow for more! Enjoy babies :) 

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It was a few hours later when you finally woke up. The pounding headache taking up residence in your brain had finally dulled. The events of this morning and cloudy memories of last night resurfaced again. Bucky, his disgusting hands all over your body, lips touching your delicate skin, and his entering the most sacred part of your body without consent. The thoughts were enough to make your breathing uneasy again. 

Calm down, just calm down. You gotta tell someone when you get back. Maybe tell Nat or Wanda, even Tony! Just deep breathes. Soon enough you’ll be out of here. 

You were steadily getting your breathing back on track as you got up out of bed and made your way to the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water. You needed to take that pill and fast before you passed out again. Your feet carried you to the empty hotel room as you saw a note laying on the table where the equipment was set out.

Two person job. Stay on call and watch monitor for activity. Stay safe.

                    -Sam

Letting out a breath you didn’t know you had, you continued your trek to the kitchen area. Sam expected you to stay safe in the very place where Bucky violated you? Was the man mad? How did Sam not notice Bucky missing in the middle of the night? Did he not hear Bucky grunting and panting above you? Did he not hear the whines coming out of your mouth? Was he in on it? 

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pretty girls make graves

a/n; more eddie smut cause we’ve been talking about blonde eddie in the gc and it was too good of a concept to pass up

song to listen to while u read (imma start putting these in since a lot of my fics are inspired by songs); pretty girls make graves by the smiths

warnings; smut. “punk” eddie ig but not really

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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.

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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lmao PLEASE write something about CD!reader and Thor having a one night stand or fling or some shit and bucky HATING it that shit would be so chaotic it’d be so funny

Not quite chaotic, but, there’s tension.

Please read this short first, and then the headcanon that started this trainwreck. There will be a short referring to this fling later. All my ideas are out of order and NOW that you’ve all summoned a plot… I’m suffering.

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“That’s not true,” you hiss.

“Then what is it?” Bucky retorts equally incensed, still deciding on whether he should step into your space or not, get real up close and deduce your intentions outright. You’re a good liar to others, yeah, but not to him. You’re always too open to him.

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I.O.U.: XIII

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: Yayyy!! Chapter 13 is here. Our story is coming to an end which means we have one more chapter to go!! I really have enjoyed writing this pic, but I can’t wait to work on the other things that I have planned!! Make sure to comment, like, reblog, message, and follow me for more!! Enjoy everyone!! :) 

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Bucky woke up in an extreme amount of pain. It was as if a truck backed over him over a thousand times. Every part of his body burned because of the pain you inflicted.

He finally woke up after three hours. The doctors have done their best to stabilize and soothe the burns and aches all off over his body. Groaning in pain, the nurses at the compound rushed in and tended to him like they had been doing for the past hours. Checking his vitals and replacing the bandages, he looked around and began to wonder where they were keeping you. 

Were you safe? Did you escape? Did you out him? 

Pfft, he knew you wouldn’t out him. You’re too scared and afraid of him to do such a thing. 

Were you though?

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“She’s stable, I had Bruce sedate her and she won’t be getting out until we have the proper authorities involved. I called Strange, he’s going to look after her while Bruce is tending to Bucky,” Tony told Natasha as they made their way to Bucky’s hospital room. 

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