I Just Want Him To Fuck Me

okay yesssss

It’s finally here: April’s Flavor of the Month! The FireCop AU, ladies and gentleman!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov Characters: Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Chester Phillips, Bruce Banner, Gabe Jones Additional Tags: Stucky - Freeform, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Detective Sergeant Bucky, Cop!Bucky, Police officer Bucky Barnes, Fire Captain Steve Rogers, firefighter!steve, Fireman Steve Rogers, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Top Steve Rogers, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Blow Jobs, D/s overtones, Idiots in Love, Communication Failure, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson Friendship, Bucky Barnes & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Dirty Talk, Emotional Sex, Self-indulgent fluff, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Brief mention of violence against women, Softball, Chinese Food, Late-night grocery shopping, Couple of nerds Series: Part 2 of Stucky Flavor of the Month Summary:

Steve Rogers is Fire Captain of Brooklyn’s very busy Station 118. He wants three things out of life: People he can count on, for everyone to get through their shifts safe and sound, and for Sergeant James Barnes to get the hell off of his arson scene.

James Barnes is Detective Sergeant of Brooklyn’s very busy 107th Precinct. He wants three things out of life: A decent cup of coffee, good leads to chase, and for Captain Steven Rogers to get the hell off of his arson scene.

Everyone knows to steer clear when these two have to deal with each other. Everyone knows about their mutual dislike and sometimes hatred. But what everyone doesn’t know? How they got to be like that in the first place.

okay like kinda true but we love his dumb hunkyness

Chris Evans reads Mean Tweets on Jimmy Kimmel Live, 2018

😫😫😫

Keep your eyes on the road (aka an unexpected sex pollen adventure)

Summary: Honestly, this is what Bucky gets for not listening to you.

Characters: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ only. Oral sex while driving, sex pollen, sex in a car, bad language, Bucky desperately needing to bang. Also please do not try to replicate this unless you are in fact with a super soldier who has super reflexes, as blow jobs while driving should probably be attempted by super people. 

A/N: Is this really my first time writing sex pollen? Yes it is. Is Bucky being needy and desperate kinda fun? Yes it is. Did I enjoy writing this? Yes I most certainly did. I hope you enjoy it too. ;)

*****

The thing is, you told him you didn’t feel like coming on this mission.

And you told him not to open that container with the giant blood red skull on it. 

And you told him to to wear a mask.

And you told him to let you drive, but he shouted something about you being a passenger princess before unceremoniously shoving you in the getaway car.

So yeah. You told him all these things.

The thing is, Bucky fumes, glaring at the swerve of headlights advancing in his rearview mirror - he really needs to learn how to fucking listen.  

“Shit, shit, shit!” He slams the accelerator to the floor and the car gives a sickening lurch. Beside him, you crack your head on the window, trying to buckle your seatbelt and swearing at the top of your lungs. 

“Bucky what the hell’s the matter with you? Just drive.” 

“I’m trying,” he snaps. He can feel the flushing prickle of sweat beading down his neck. Rubbing a shaking hand down his face, he blows out a harsh breath. “Why in god’s name is the heater on? Turn that shit off, I’m burning up over here.”

Craning your neck, you watch the headlights gaining. Fumbling for the Glock taped under the seat, you shoot him a confused look. 

“The heater isn’t on, it’s freezing in here. I told Steve to fix it and he ignored me because he's a giant asshole.”

Eyes locked on the road, Bucky reaches blindly for the window handle, hurriedly rolling it down. A blast of cold air rushes through the car and he gulps in relief.

“Better, much better,” he mutters. He squints into the rearview mirror again, mentally calculating the time between headlights and taillights, when he feels a twisting wrench in his chest. It sends bursts of heat skimming under his skin, snagging every nerve along the way. A panicked whine slips through clenched teeth. Alarmed, you turn back and meet his wild eyes, sweat now pouring down his face.   

“What the - what’s wrong? Bucky? Talk to me!” 

When you grab his arm, he visibly recoils. 

“No no no, don’t touch me, don’t - ah holy fuck, don’t touch me. If you do, I can’t - I’m gonna put the car in the ditch.” 

“You’re scaring me Bucky, what is this?”

He says nothing, deep in thought as his brain runs through the mission on warp speed, trying to identify something, anything, that could possibly -

Wait.

Oh.

Crap.

It's like a sucker punch when he realizes.

“The gold dust that flew out of that container, did any of it touch you?”

“You mean the one I told you not to open but you did it anyway because you can’t follow directions? Bucky what is wrong, you need-“

“Answer me,” he snarls. In the dashboard glow, you see his face pale. He blinks rapidly, trying to focus. “Sorry, sorry, just - please answer. Did any of it get on your skin?”

Baffled, you shake your head.

“No. None of it touched me, it just hit you.” 

Bucky nods, relieved. 

“Good, okay. Okay. Think I know what this is,” he grits out. Another shudder wracks his body and he grips the steering wheel so hard it squeals in protest. “HRNE-75.”

Your response is a blank stare.

“Am I supposed to know what random letters and numbers mean?”

“It’s a stimulant.” 

“Like caffeine?”

“No, like a drug.” You can hear him breathing faster. “Like a - like an aphrodisiac.”

Still a blank stare.

“What kind of aphrodisiac?”

“People call it sex pollen,” he says flatly. “It makes you horny. Like - really fucking horny. And it hurts like hell unless you do something about it.”

“Well, okay. We’ll figure that out when we get home, but for now - “

“I can’t - I don’t think I can wait until we get home,” he interrupts. Sweat soaks the collar of his shirt and he shifts uncomfortably, glancing down. Following his gaze, you can see his cock straining against his jeans. 

“Jesus Christ. Bucky if you’re in pain, just pull over and let me drive, you can jerk off in the backseat.”

“We don’t have time to pull over, that fucker’s right behind us and if we don’t get us past Steve’s stupid check point, we’re gonna lose him and then the whole mission is wasted and I got sprayed by some bullshit horny dust for no reason and I’m sweating so much right now and I think I’m going to throw up, my dick hurts so fucking bad!” 

His voice reaches an hysterical pitch and you press your lips together, choking down the laughter. 

“Okay okay, I got it. So if you come, does that stop the pain?”

“Yeah, but doesn’t matter,” his shoulders slump miserably. “We can’t stop yet and I can’t jerk off and drive at the same time. Maybe under normal circumstances I could do it, I mean sure I have done that before because sometimes I get bored driving, but I just don’t have that kind of focus right now baby, I don’t.” 

Tremors are rattling through his entire body now, as he fights for control. As he shifts his hips, unconsciously searching for some kind of friction to offer relief, an idea pops into your brain.     

“Hey. Let me give you road head.” 

His hands slip on the wheel and he double-takes. 

“Wha - road head? Like - what does that mean? Like you’d give me a blow job? While I’m driving?”

If this were any other situation, you would tease him mercilessly for the way his voice squeaks, but you smother the urge. Plenty of time for that later.   

“Of course. If it helps.”

“But you mean, you’re going to suck my dick? While I’m driving?”

“Love the emphasis on the important words. Yes, I’m going to suck your dick, while you’re driving.”

Bucky bats the idea around, debating whether you’re actually serious and whether he is probably definitely going to drive down a highway at - he checks the speedometer - 145 miles per hour, while you suck his dick. Another wave of heat roils through him and he stifles a groan. Glancing at your expectant face, he gives a shaky nod.

“You’re sure?”

Rolling your eyes, you unbuckle your seatbelt and scoot closer to him.

“It’s not a hardship Buck. You know I’m your dick’s number one fan.” Carefully popping the button on his jeans, you tug down his zipper and he pushes up his hips, struggling to help. The slight pressure on his aching cock already has him whimpering. “Just drive careful, alright? If I die because you wreck Steve’s car while I’m sucking your dick, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Yeah, yeah, fine,” Bucky breathes. “Careful. Sure. Whatever you say.”

Grasping him firmly, you lower your head and take his dick all the way down in one smooth move.

“Oh my fucking god,” he shouts, eyes fluttering. “Sweet shit that’s good!” 

He keeps one hand in a death grip on the wheel, while he places the other against the back of your neck, keeping you firmly in place. Bobbing up and down, your tongue strokes along the ridges of his cock and you feel him swelling impossibly thicker. Tightening your lips, you suck hard, dragging slowly up  and he croaks out a garbled plea.   

“Keep going, keep going, please keep going.” Beneath your practiced mouth, his entire body begins to vibrate and he grips the back of your neck tight, chanting desperately. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, holy fuck, I’m gonna come.”

He thrusts up, holding your head tight as he comes down your throat. When your fingers scratch along his thigh, his foot inadvertently pushes the accelerator harder. The car climbs to 155 miles per hour and above you, the sound of ragged panting fills the car. 

Releasing his dick with a soft lick, you look up and Bucky chokes at the sight of your spit slick, swollen lips curving into a smile.

“That was fast. Feel better?”

He breathes a whispered yes, but you can still see the red flush still spreading down his neck. He swallows hard and grimaces.  

“Helped. Definitely helped. Still hurts, but better,” he says faintly and you see his cock is still rock hard. “It’s okay, it’s enough for now, I appreciate the - “

Rolling your eyes, you lean down and take him back in your mouth. Slipping a hand between his legs, your fingers carefully cup the heavy weight of his balls, squeezing gently. The rest of his sentence fades, melting into a rush of fervent praise.

A luscious ache settles in your belly, feeding off the hot desire you feel sparking through him, at the filthy words you hear him whispering above you. If you weren’t driving down a pitch black highway at a completely inappropriate speed, you’d consider reaching down to take care of yourself, but since you’re already flouting the most basic rules of automotive safety, you figure you should keep your hands on Bucky’s balls instead.

Of course, that doesn’t stop you from rubbing your thighs together to try and relieve some of the pressure. 

Bucky glances over at your movement, a deep growl rumbling in his chest at the sight. He didn’t think anything could make him harder at this point, but the image of you so turned on by giving him a blow job, does the trick. He grinds his teeth, dangerously close to just pulling over and saying fuck this ridiculous mission. Rubbing his hand between your flexing shoulder blades and slowly bobbing head, his rasping voice carves into you.

“Does this make you feel good? Doin’ this for me? Fuck me, wish I could help you out right now. You’re so damn good to me baby. Moment we stop this car, I’m gonna fuck you so good.”

With his dick buried deep in your throat, your enthusiastic hum of agreement vibrates deliciously and he struggles to keep his eyes on the road. Everything feels incredible. Your tongue curling around the head of his cock, sucking gently on the tip, before sliding back down. The way you swallow around him, the squeeze of your throat, so hot and slick and tight. It feels so god damn good and he’s close again, one more second - 

The transmitter sitting in the console squawks to life, an ear piercing siren shocking you both from the lust fueled haze. You jerk off Bucky’s dick in a panic and he nearly screeches at the loss. Scrabbling with the device, he smashes the green TALK button.

“What?! What the fuck do you need, I’m busy.”

“Calm down there, speed racer,” comes Steve’s breezy voice. “Just letting you know we pulled the guy over. Turn around and come back so we can - “

Steve’s voice is abruptly silenced when Bucky crushes the transmitter with an easy squeeze of vibranium fingers. He flings the shattered splinters of plastic into the back seat and slams both feet on the brakes. The car fishtailes across the road, before skidding to a stop in a spray of gravel. Throwing it into park, he flips the lever under his seat and slides back with a mechanical thunk. Scrambling to pull his pants down all the way, he spreads his legs wide and takes his dick in hand. His eyes are dark, blown black when he turns to you.

“We’re safe. Get your pants off and get over here. Now.” he barks. 

Grinning at him, you tug on your tac pants, shimmying easily from the stretchy black fabric and clambering into his lap. There is no pretense. Bucky lines himself up and yanks you down, filling your cunt in one rough thrust. You’re so wet, he slides in easy. 

“God, Bucky,” you hiss. “That feels so good.”

He tugs on your shirt, pulling everything off until your breasts are bared. His mouth finds a nipple, teeth gently scrapping and tugging, greedily sucking the sensitive peak between his lips. He moves your hips faster, lifting and dragging you down on his cock over and over, until he jerks you down one final time, slams his head against the seat and comes with a long, guttural moan. Deep inside, you feel him pulsing over and over, until you can feel it dripping down your thighs, hot and sticky. 

Head tipped back, he struggles to catch his breath and you can see his heartbeat jumping wildly at his throat. When he finally opens his eyes to meet your questioning stare, you can see.

His eyes are still dark. 

“Need more?” You smile gently, smoothing sweaty hair from his forehead.

He swallows hard and then nods slowly.  

Rocking your hips, you grind down on him and lean in for a deep kiss, sliding your tongue against his. Bucky gives a shuddering sigh, sinking back into the feel of your body rolling against his. Warm hands stroke lightly down your spine and you can feel the thick, heavy weight of him growing hard again between your legs. But waring with the pleasure, a nervous tension seems to grip him.

“Bucky. I’m not made of glass,” you admonish. Licking delicately along his earlobe, he mumbles a string of apologies and your lips trail down his neck, pressing a kiss against that fluttering heartbeat. “You won’t hurt me, I promise. Use me however you need. Make yourself feel good. Just make me come before you’re done. Deal?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay,” he says, shivering uncontrollably at the heady combination of your cool breath and fiery words. “I can do that. ‘Course I’ll do that.”

His hands slide up your back and hook over your shoulders, his fingers splayed over your collarbone. He holds your body firmly in place, thrusting up into you and simultaneously rocking your hips forward. The angle is perfect and you moan at the feel, dizzy with desire as his cock rubs that spot inside just right. 

The sounds filling the car are purely pornographic. Wet skin slapping, Bucky grunting with every hard snap of his hips. The feel of his calloused fingertips stroking up your belly, between your breasts, pressing divots into your skin. He stares up at you, his eyes heavy and hooded and utterly adoring, relishing the sight of you grinding your pussy against him. His hand slips between your legs, stroking over your clit, rubbing fast tight circles. He smugly drinks down the breathless gasps he coaxes from you.   

“Bucky, I think - I think I’m - ”

The words falter when your hand slams into the car roof and your head falls back, eyes drifting closed. Lust slaps him hard as he watches you come, writhing above him, your voice cracking when you moan out his name again and again.  

“That's it, there you go baby,” he whispers roughly. The vision is breathtaking. Stunning. He figures maybe he could get used to sex pollen and a perpetually aching dick if it means he gets to see you like this.

He was already close (again), but the pure pleasure in your face is enough to knock him over the edge. He buries his face between your breasts, pinching your nipple and licking over your skin and your fingers tangle in his damp hair. You hold him tight as he gasps out your name, emptying himself inside you one more time.

And this time, finally, you can feel some of the spring tight tension disappear. His skin is still hot, but the shivers begin to diminish. Rough hands still grip your hips, but it feels controlled. The manic lust begins to fade, leaving a smoldering fire in his chest.   

Bucky tips a weary head back and meets your amused expression. A smile tugs the corner of his lips and he shakes his head. 

“God damn,” he sighs.

Scratching your nails lazily along his scalp, he leans into your touch, humming like a contented, if slightly feral, kitten. 

“Feel better?”

“So much better,” he murmurs. “Sorry that went completely sideways. Wasn’t really expecting that. Obviously enjoyed it, but still. Unexpected adventure.”

Pressing a kiss to his forehead you laugh.

“Next time, maybe don’t open the can with the giant red skull on it. Deal?”

“Deal.”

A comfortable silence settles. Bucky trails his fingers down your arms and you eye him thoughtfully.

“So, do you think they’ll come looking for us?”

“Maybe. Eventually. What should we do while we wait?”

There is a moments pause. And then you begin to roll your hips against him again and Bucky feels the electricity flare to life once more.

“We keep going.”

*****

So i need this. like yesterday.

May I contribute

Bookworm! Bucky Barnes or Librarian! Bucky Barnes.

Like this man can open both books and legs.

Like one minute your both arguing over Shakespeare and the next he's having you read smut out loud as he gives you mindblowing orgasm again and again until you can barely make out the words on the page.

Paring: Chubby!Librarian Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI, 18+ only and always.

A/N: Don't copy, repost, rewrite or translate. I love likes, comments and reblogs! Written on my phone and unbeta’d

Normally Bucky is a bit shy and reserved. Content to spend his days among his books, making sure everything is in order in between helping people discover new authors.

Some days you stroll into the library to find him with his soft belly pressed into the counter, one elbow on the marble surface, a book in one hand, his lips parted as he reads.

When he’s really engrossed in a story, a wrinkle forms in the middle of his brows and he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth. His glasses perched atop his head as he squints at the page.

Occasionally his vibranium hand will sweep across the counter, gingerly searching for his cup of coffee or a snack, his eyes never leaving the words on the page.

You only heard him raise his voice once. Someone, a know it all, tried to insult one of his favorite writers and your soft-spoken librarian lost his shit.

It was beautiful.

The way his eyes widen and he spluttered before finding his voice, eloquently arguing his point as his voice deepened until the man backed away. You smiled to yourself, so proud of him. And you giggled behind your book when he immediately reverted to his shy self the second he realized he had a captivated audience.

A crimson blush swept up his neck to his rounded cheeks, his sky-blue eyes flitting to you. He nervously chewed the corner of his lip, debating with himself. Bucky wanted so desperately to speak to you, but he was worried you would think he was brash after his impromptu outburst.

Bucky looked down at his book with a frown, his brows pinched as he studied the cover, it’s not his usual reading material. As much as he loves the world of elves, knights and hobbits, he didn’t think he could impress you with his vast knowledge of the fantasy realms.

So 'how to ask a woman out in five easy steps' it was.

“Who’s the lucky lady?”

Bucky startled, flinging the book on the floor. You both glanced at it and then at each other. His blush deepened, his face getting hotter by the second until he was sure he was going to combust.

“Um, I wasn’t, I can’t read-I mean I can read, of course, I can read,” he huffed, laughing to hide his growing mortification as he tapped the counter, “but I wasn’t reading that,” he finished lamely.

“Whoever she is, I’m sure she’s worth it.” You said wistfully, setting your library card down.

“You are.”

Bucky sharply inhaled, as if he were trying to pull the words back into his mouth. His eyes flicked up, not sure what he was expecting to see, maybe a look of pity or worse disgust.

Instead, your face brightened, and you beamed, giving him a radiant smile so beautiful that it made him dizzy.

It took a few months but your sweet chubby boyfriend grew more confident around you.

Still sweet and shy as always until you discovered all you had to do was mix up elves and fairies, Roman and Greek mythology or gasp star trek with star wars and he would launch into these passionate tirades.

No, it’s not that you’re wrong Petal, it’s just that Zeus, well...he was nothing like Juno-he explained gingerly bordering between not wanting to hurt your feelings and being appalled by what you just told him-and hold on, hold on, I have a book.

Soon all you had to do was ask him to tell you about his favorite works and he would light up, clutching a book to his chest, his hand waving in the air as he spoke.

You could listen to him for hours, watching his mouth, occasionally breaking his concentration with kisses until his soft lips are swollen and he’s rattled.

Nothing compares to the sensation of him mumbling about a quest to reclaim a kingdom as he slowly melts into your kiss, his eyes fluttering shut as his words trail off into a moan.

Today his handsome face is flushed as he pushes his glasses back, fervently explaining why Langston Hughes doesn’t get enough credit. He’s pacing back and forth around the table as you scroll through your phone hidden in your book.

A particularly spicy scene draws your attention away from your man. Bucky’s rant tapers off to a suspicious hum as he watches you shift in your chair, your thighs clenching together. “Petal?”

You tap the screen trying not to squeal when the main character challenges the alpha.

“I can take it. Please.” You circle your hips, biting your lip when he grunts out a low, gravelly fuck. “Give it to me Alpha.”

You bite your index finger, thinking no you can’t, have you seen the size of his cock girl? You know can’t handle all that-

Bucky places his head on your shoulder. “What did you say?” His incredulous tone making you jump in the seat. Shit, did you say that aloud? Fuck.

“Oh hey Bucky,” you giggle, your face burning, damn it, you can’t let him see this, it’s just porn, you try to close the book over your phone but he places his hand on the page, tilting his chin towards you.

“Can’t handle a big cock, can you, Petal?”

“I-huh?”

Bucky picks up your phone, his eyes scanning across the page. “Remember, you begged for this,” he reads, his voice lowering, the unmistakable lust in his tone has you so damn wet.

Bucky places his cold vibranium knuckles on your jaw and pushes, just enough to turn your face to his, your lips brushing over his. “Is that what you like Petal?” He hums, his tongue darting across your bottom lip. “You wanna be my good girl?”

Fuck yes you do so badly. Hearing those words on his tongue has you dripping, your clit pulsating, begging for his touch.

“You want me to eat your sweet pussy until you beg me to stop.” He kisses right over your pulse point, fuck it’s getting hard to breathe. He’s not done, his lips ghosting across your ear. “You always taste so fuckin good Petal, you can fuck my face as much as you want.”

You whimper as he bites down on your earlobe. What happened to your sweet boyfriend and how are you so wet. Bucky places your phone on your lap, stepping around you, letting his finger trail across the back of your neck and you shiver, feeling those cold smooth digits go up your jaw until he’s tilting your chin up.

“Gonna split you open on my cock, fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight for days-“ he promises. “But first I want you to do something for me, Petal.”

“Oh god, please I can’t Bucky,” Your sheets scrunched in your fist as you cry out. “Please, Bucky.”

A deep thrust has you keening, your walls clenching down over his thick cock, sensations clawing up your belly as his swollen tip finds that sweet spot. fuckfuckfuck, that feels so good.

“You’re taking me so well, Petal, being so good for me,” he praises, his soft belly grazing over your back as he thrusts into you. “Keep going pretty girl.”

You rock your hips back, craving more friction, needing just a little more to put you over the edge. Bucky pulls back with a soft tut as you drop your weight your forearms. You want to scream please Bucky, but you know what he wants.

You lift your head, blinking, trying to clear your blurry vision, the words swimming across the screen. “You swear you’re being split into two, ah fuck,” you gasp, his hips snapping faster into your tight pussy, a burst of pleasure has you pounding your fist on the bed.

You have to keep reading, fuck you’re almost there, the coil in your belly forming an almost painful knot as his strokes quicken. It’s hard to concentrate with him fucking you so good, but you know what’s about to happen if you finish and your pussy throbs around him.

You take a deep breath in, “-into two as he moves deeper and deeper,” the words spill out into an incomprehensible jumble.

Bucky places his hands on your waist, lifting his leg on the bed and he slams into you, thrusting so deeply needing you to feel every ridge and vein against your wet velvety walls, wanting you to cum for him. Your back arches as the intense sharp sensations burn across every fiber of your being, the coil shattering with each filthy sloppy grind of his cock into your aching cunt, your loud frantic moans drowning out his that’s it, that’s my girl.

Bucky’s own frenzied grunts echoing in the room, his pace erratic as he chases his high, your warmth squeezing him tighter until he spills inside you, filling you with his thick, hot cum as he praises you for making him feel so good, keep milking my cock, that’s it just like that, fuck you’re so good petal.

You collapse on the bed, arms splayed out, you vaguely hear your phone clattering to the floor as you sigh, soaking in the blissful sensations as your pussy pulsates, the small aftershocks of your orgasm vibrating through you.

Bucky pulls out of you with a wet plop, grinning at his cum seeping out of your puffy cunt. He lies beside you, a sweaty pleased smile on his face, propping his head on his palm.

“How was that Petal?” He asks eagerly, as if he didn’t just fuck your brains out.

You nod, panting heavily through your nose. “Where did that come from?”

Bucky sits up, stretching his arms behind his back. “I saw all those Alpha male books you’ve been hiding from me.”

He chuckles at your shocked squeak, dipping his head to give you a tender, loving kiss. “I may have read one or two and figured why not give my girl what she wants.”

“I’ll be right back,” Bucky smacks your ass, his fingers soothing away the sting before climbing out of bed. Your mouth drops open as you stare at your boyfriend. “Gotta get you cleaned up.”

He saunters to the bathroom, pausing in the doorway. Piercing blue eyes capture yours and your stomach drops from the look he’s giving you. Your heart skips a breath as his lips curl into a mischievous smirk. “Oh and Petal, I may have downloaded some books we can reenact. If you want of course.”

You dive off the bed, snatching your phone off the floor. You fumble through the apps until you find your kindle. And then you see what he bought, oh hell yes, hell fucking yes, you’re so excited you almost throw your phone.

“And Petal,” he starts, waiting for you to look up at him, “I got a few things in my personal collection I can’t wait to show you.”

“More books?” You ask, eyes widening when he shrugs. “Bucky what-what things?”

He winks. “You’ll see.”

*watches a fictional man bloody, bruised, beaten, and dying* ahh yes the female gaze

#chris evans #in where he is actually steve rogers

2020, Better You 60 Day Challenge

At the beginning of 2020 I will be trying @psyduckstudies​‘s challenge, but with a few twists. Here are my 10 daily things.

I am going to:

Meditate - 🧘🏻‍♀️ every morning after waking up. For how long you want but it’s got to be noted and journaled

15-minute-clean-up - when you come home from school/work or at the end of the day, put a 15 minute timer and clean up as much as possible within that time period. This helps keep your environment clutter free and much more enjoyable.

Yoga 🤸‍♀️ - every day. Keep up the stretching and practice those new positions. It’ll pay off in the end.

Drink nothing but water and unsweetened tea ☕️ - we are cutting off the juice, the coffee, the alcohol, the soda! All of that is out (for 2 months, we got this) btw fruit smoothies don’t count as long as there is no juice in it! 

Gratitude journaling 📖 - write down the things you’re grateful for!

Self compliments 🥰 - who says you can’t compliment yourself. Tell yourself 3 things you love about yourself every day. It can be small, like how soft your earlobes are or bigger, like how kind you were for spending personal time helping someone in need!

Walk more 🚶‍♀️ - let’s be honest, it’s winter and all you want is to be in bed hibernating and you probably won’t do crazy workouts. But at least you can walk a little bit more instead of taking the bus or go out of the house just for the sake of taking a walk. It’s good for your mental health too.

Read! 📚 -try to read several pages a day. If you haven’t read in a long time, start with 15pgs a day of anything! Read webtoons or blogs and articles!

Say no ❌ - no more meaningless spending. No to inconvenience. No unnecessary hang outs with ppl ur not even close to. No to doing something that you really don’t want to do that you agreed to because you felt bad saying no!!!! None of that! Be selfish and do what you want.

Lastly, any goal that you feel like you need to work on in order to be the best you!!

I removed the “cold showers” because I honestly don’t think I will be able to do it and I will try cleaning up my room every day for at least 15 minutes.

And I also switched “learn something new” with “walk more” because at the beginning of the month I have almost a month filled with exams so there is plenty to learn for them already, I don’t think it’s reasonable for my schedule to try to fit something new right now. But I think walking more is going to be pretty good for myself because when it’s exam time I tend to stay in at my desk or in bed the whole time without seeing the daylight which is so bad and makes me feel pretty awful. 

My 10th goal is “get enough sleep” 🌙 It’s hard with so many exams coming up but just try to do your best, you know your mind is so much clearer when you’re well rested. Take advantage of that. 

Also, I don’t think that missing a day with 10 habits to check during exam period is that bad, so I won’t be starting all over. Actually I think that what could work better for me is to apply the next rule : “You cannot skip a habit for more than two days in a row”. I think it’s fair enough… 

I hope that you take the time and energy for the 1st 60 days of the new year and join me in this challenge. We can hold each other accountable!

Last but not least, let’s give  @psyduckstudies credit one more time for coming up with this cool challege. And good luck everybody!

Why are there so little Luke Danes x reader fics 😭 it’s criminal I need more

him. he was written by a woman

Why do I find this sexy

i just realized the guy that i have been in love with for the past like 3 months is probably in fact not in love with me because he hasn’t acted the same recently and his vibes are off… is mercury still in retrograde or am i just a hopeless romantic destined to loving fictional characters