Peach Scone - The Boo (4/6)

Peach Scone - The Boo (4/6)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: In where Bucky has it so bad for you, he cannot find the words to confess his feelings. After an entire year of failed attempts, plus a declaration of love for scones, he decides it’s about time the words come out of his mouth. Only Bucky knows himself and is certain it’s gonna be one hell of a challenge.

Words:  3,5k

Warning(s): fluff, fun, banter, Bucky being the source of entertainment and a love sick fool, who just can’t function, language

A/N: I gotta admit, this chapter is not turning out the exact way i wanted it, but I hope you guys enjoy nonetheless! 

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“This one, or this one?” Natasha asked, gesturing towards the two different dresses in her hands.

The three men tilted their head in the same direction, inspecting the garments with care. Their gaze flittering from one to the other for a solid minute. The red had to refrain from rolling her eyes. The four of them had been at the store for more than an hour, and it was the fifth item she had asked their opinion on. Yet, each time they pondered between option A and B like the fate of the world lied at stake.

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Could you do a Drabble of Ransom x Reader where he’s fingering her under the dinner table whilst the family are trying to get along but the more frustrated he gets, the harder he goes, and eventually he feels her squirt a little so drags her out and fucks her hard against the wall in the hall? Omgggg

-> -> -> The only reason you're eating food at this point is so you have an excuse to not speak during the war breaking out over the dinner table.

As usual, the Thrombey clan started out somewhat normal and civil until someone had to instigate an argument; you couldn't even remember how it started at this point. You technically don't even have to be here, but you're here for Harlan. Your family has lived next door to the writer since before you were even born, and had ended up practically becoming a part of his family itself-- unfortunately. Your parents are out of town on a business trip, and so you decided to show face for their sake.

Perhaps the other reason this is unsettling is because you slept with Harlan's grandson a couple weeks ago.

You had avoided Ransom since then, but now as he was sitting right next to you, nothing could be done. You were at least content with focusing on eating and ignoring the commotion surrounding you until--

--you feel his massive hand upon your thigh, barely squeezing as his narrowed eyes remain focused on Walt currently rampaging about what a spoiled brat he is.

"I'm the spoiled brat? Really, Walt?" Ransom laughs out loud, nonchalantly pushing your skirt up under the table. "Then what does that make you? No, I'm sorry, what does that make all of you?"

You let out a little squeak when he starts rubbing against your panties, thankfully drowned out by the sound of Linda screaming, "What the hell is that supposed to mean? I made my own company and I worked hard for it, you know this! Where do you think all the money you get handed to you comes from?"

"Oh, you're right, Mother, I forgot. Oh, actually, you know what-- wait a minute. How did you "make" your company again?" Ransom asks with mock innocence, applying more pressure to your clothed entrance. You grip your fork harder, though no food is going into your mouth anytime soon. "From-- from working, of course, what kind of question is that?" Linda spats, and Richard begins laughing upon her answer-- then quickly shuts up when the woman shoots him a death glare. "Working, you say?" Ransom continues, now slipping his skilled, broad fingers into your panties, rubbing your clit roughly. You bring your napkin to your mouth quickly to fake cough, but you're really letting out a gasp. "So you worked to make the money for that company? What, did you get a job in McDonalds, or at a local bar, or in retail? How'd you earn that money, huh, Mom?"

Joni smirks, mumbling under her breath to Meg, "He kind of has a point." Linda widens her eyes, looking to her sister-in-law with furiosity. "Do you really want to be saying anything when it comes to finances, you little gold digger?!" Meg frowns deeply, standing up. "God, can we all just realize that Ransom's starting this shit on purpose?! Look at him, watching and laughing of all things! How fucked up is that?"

Ransom grits his teeth in both annoyance and amusement, suddenly pushing two fingers inside you without warning. Your moan turns into another fake cough, your cheeks bright red. He pumps hard though hisses at Meg through a cocky smirk, "I don't even have to start shit here, Little Miss FemiNazi, you guys do all the work for me." You're gripping his wrist hard and barely squirming, other hand gripping the edge of the table under the tablecloth. You begin to clench around his fingers, you can't help it; he suddenly feels your release come out in little spurts, and he barely licks his lips. Fuck, now he's way too horny to argue.

He fixes your panties and skirt surprisingly quick. "You know what? We're being very rude to our guest. Let me escort her out while you all continue embarrassing yourselves." He smirks at all of them and grabs your arm, jerking you up. You feel like a little doll at this point as he drags you out into the long hallway, getting to the opposite end before he pins you up against the wall.

"So fucking wet for me, aren't you doll? Did you miss my big dick stretching your tight pussy out?" he groans, wasting no time in undoing his belt and lowering his pants and briefs, his length hard and veiny. "Fuck, I hate them so much. You're going to be a good girl and make me forget about it." He thrusts into you and you can't help but moan; he smirks and clamps a large hand over your lips. "Oh, no. I'm not going to have them interrupt us having our fun. You need to be quiet, doll." You shut your eyes tight as he fucks you mercilessly, your body rocking back against the wall as his hips slam against yours.

You almost don't even want to say anything. Better to stay quiet rather than vocally acknowledge you actually... enjoy this.

Her name is Kaylen Ward. Thanks legend!

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Well... damn 😳☺️

Of All Things Sweet

Of All Things Sweet Masterlist 

pairing: established Steve rogers x reader, bucky barnes x reader

warnings: dark!bucky barnes x reader, steve rogers reader, voyeurism, its dark lol, has smut, non-con, dub-con, maybe sharing not sure yet

don’t read if not 18+

The Asset wasn’t sure what to make of it.

He wasn’t sure what to make of this situation. He pursed his lips, moving up closer to the ledge of the building rooftop and hunched his body forward. He was splayed on the ground belly-down with his elbows propped up and keeping his upper body elevated. The dark concealed him well in the shadows, the only source of light left being the soft shine of the moonlight. Part of him, the soldier part, reprimanded the bulky blonde for his lack of awareness. The open blinds leading into the small Brooklyn apartment was a critical weakness. Anyone could look into it and in turn, leave him vulnerable to danger. Poor barricading made this all the more easier. The Asset part of him, however, was given more room for observation.

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Me being a dumbass would do this just to see what would happen.

Deep Web - prologue

Pairing: The Winter Soldier x Reader

Summary: Jokingly hiring an assassin from the deep web to assassinate yourself isn’t really a good idea

Warning/s: self-loathing? just please be warned. nothing too dark… yet. I have no idea how to go on with this story. IDK why it’s called prologue, idek if this is going to be a series.

You didn’t know why you did it. At first, it was a joke but after paying, you knew you were done for. Maybe it was the weight of everything that’s been happening with your life. Maybe it was the cluelessness of what’s to be your future. Maybe it was the way that your parents made you feel irresponsible and everything just tackled you at once and you’ve just about McFuckin had it.

 You tried to access the deep web out of curiosity and boredom but when you got to a page where there were lists of hitmen and hitwomen, your mind went into a frenzy. What if you hired one and paid them to target yourself? Wouldn’t that be fun? You helped them earn money and you helped yourself end your suffering.

 Pfft

 It seems like a wack idea but why the fuck not?

 You scrolled through the list of hired murderers when one name caught your attention.

 “The Winter Soldier”

 With a tilt to your head, you clicked on his profile and read through it.

 “Wow” you whispered as you read through his profile and not gonna lie, his metal arm was cool as fuck and what better way to die than to be killed by a real-life super villain-hitman of some sort.

 You made to enter your name in the box where the word “target” was written and wrote your full name then went to check out and paid the price. A little pricey but you literally have nothing else to lose.

 After clicking the ‘confirm’ button, your screen went black and you sat there with an unimpressed look.

 “Of course.” You scoffed. As if your life wasn’t doing bad enough, you’ve just been scammed. You tilted your head back and groaned, not knowing that your webcam has been recording your every move and a certain super villain-hitman has been watching your every move.

Chapter One

An Easy Fifty Bucks

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Type: Challenge // One-Shot Word Count: 1,415 Summary:  An impromptu invitation to a gala at Stark Tower offers you the chance to meet Steve Rogers. And win a bet. Warnings: chaotic nonsense, language, mentions of alcohol A/N:  To celebrate a birthday and a blog anniversary, @avengerscompound​ had a little writing challenge! I hope you’ve done nothing but celebrate, Kate! Thanks for letting me play along. Apologies in advance for the sheer silliness of this one.

Prompt: “Should I put on makeup?  I should probably put on makeup.  That’s what people do right?  For parties?  Makeup?  Do I have makeup…?”

Borrowed line from Grey’s Anatomy

If you happen to reblog, thank you for helping me spread my work! You can find more just like it over on my master list. 

You’ve been looking forward to this Friday night all week long. No big plans, just a chance to relax after a crazy week at work. Collapsing on the couch with remote in hand and a hydrating mask on your face, you open Netflix to watch old episodes of Grey’s Anatomy you’ve seen at least a hundred times.

Ones with Cristina Yang. Because the rest are garbage.

You’re halfway through a bottle of wine and a charcuterie board for one when your phone buzzes with an incoming video call from your best friend from college. When his face appears on the screen, he recoils at yours.

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