I.O.U.: XIV

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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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…

Please let me know what you think in a reblog/reply! <3 please and thank you.

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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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.

Okay but having The Talk™ with Mando about his big dick and he's insecure about it because he doesn't know that a big dick is what the people want and you're like??? It's what every space porn star would love to have

EHEHEHEH this ones for @disneydaddyevans​ thank you for the filthy ideas for this continuation but also thank u to @whenimaunicorn for the original prompt!

original prompt: din has a big dick and doesn’t know it 

nsfw. real nsfw. enjoy!

- the discussion begins after mando finishes fucking you spineless into the razor crest’s floor. 

- he was sweet at first; slow like you had asked, his fingers splayed over the soft curve of your torso as his thumb works your clit to make sure you stay nice and wet for him, but every time he drags his thumb over the little cluster of oversensitive nerve endings it only makes you tighten around him even harder. he has to push through every unforgiving squeeze, fuck you hard and deep rather than fast. he grinds into you and you swear you feel that right in your spine.

- mando thinks you’ve got the tightest little pussy he’s ever felt in his entire life — even if the number of pussies he’s had in his entire life isn’t… exactly the most impressive list. 

- it isn’t until after — when he leans his body into yours with his head on your breast and his cock wedged even deeper in your walls thanks to the extra press of his full weight on you — that you first bring the ‘issue’ to his attention. 

- you must have waited at least five restless minutes before you finally spoke, softly hesitant and a little bewildered: “are— are you still hard?” 

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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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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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