Do You Still Do Requests? If So, A Story Written Loosely On The Song Peach Scones By Hobo Johnson Would

Do you still do requests? If so, a story written loosely on the song Peach Scones by Hobo Johnson would be cute. Also a disclaimer, in the song hes about to tell her he loves her and hes like "i love.... scones" because he gets too scared so he covers it up by saying scones, he's not just writing a love song about scones

Hey sweetheart! I hope you enjoy, it’s very loosely based off the song, but it was very fun to write! I truly hope you enjoy! Let me know! 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1,662

This has officially been made into a series!

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“The usual?”

“Yeah, and a peach scone, please,” Bucky inquired, looking around in the café, trying to appear nonchalant but the way the barista rolled her eyes at him told him what a poor job he was doing.

“She’s not here yet,” she said, offering Bucky a small smile, and the former Winter Soldier let go of a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding.

It was getting ridiculous at this point. Bucky had about zero amount control when it came to you. His brain would completely short circuit, throw him for a loop and even if he had every intention on acting like a rational human being, that was quickly thrown out of the window the second you stepped into his line of vision.

Bucky had met you a year ago courtesy of Natasha. Back then, the redhead had assured Bucky it wasn’t a setup, simply just meeting a friend and he had believed her. It had never intended to be a setup, never. All of that happened at its own accord when you walked into the bar and merely looked his way. It had been as if someone recited the trigger words to him all over again, throwing his brain to a complete halt, his muscles stiffening in an instant, awaiting order on what he was supposed to do because he didn’t know. and to him, it felt awful a lot like a trap. 

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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.

Accidental

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader, voyeurist!Bucky

summary: In which Bucky Barnes finds himself hiding in the closet when Steve and his secret girlfriend start to have sex.

warnings: sexual content, voyeurism, cussing. 

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im sorry but this gif made me laugh so hard

Bucky doesn’t really know how he got himself in this situation.

Actually, he does.

 He really does.

 But he certainly didn’t think it would lead up to this.

‘This’ being stuck inside a cramped closet as Steve and his what the fuck he has a girlfriend girlfriend start having a steamy make-out session. He’s sitting on a pile of dirty clothes, his knees drawn up to his chest and his back hunched as he carefully tries not hitting any of the boxes. He’s practically fighting with the hangers, feeling the plastic jab him in the ribs.

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Peach Scone - The Fix (6/6)

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: 4,4k

Warning(s): fluff, fluff, and fluff, with a side of Bucky who just still doesn’t know how to function! 

A/N: aaand we’re at the end!! Thank you so much for the love on this series, I loved torturing you guys with fluff and I hope you enjoy this last round of fluff torture ;) love you so much! <3 

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Regret.

Complete and utter regret. That was the feeling Bucky Barnes walked around with twenty-four seven since his surprise birthday party. Bucky had spent more than a year trying to confess his feelings and when everything had fallen perfectly into place; he had willingly cut himself off.

No nearly choking on a tie, no fainting, heck, not even declaring love for scones, no he had willingly shut his mouth because he had been high.

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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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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