Kick Names and Take Ass

tag all your posts;

blog about marvel (can be multifandom but I’m mostly looking for marvel content);

DON’T HATE TONY STARK;

don’t hate stucky;

don’t ship st*rker;

are an overall positive blog :) 

And I’ll check your blog. Thank you! <3

He is honestly the cutest, I love how excited he is about his projects!

I’m so proud of him and I can’t wait to see this film! 

Me:

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3,3k

Summary: Work has always been a priority for Bucky, leaving things like love, long forgotten, and for him it’s no problem, but for Sam and Steve it is the biggest problem to grace this earth. Fed up with Bucky and his constants protest and avoidance of love, they set him up on a series of dates to find the girl of his dreams with the help of the magical spirit of December. Only for Bucky to realize that love isn’t always found where one goes looking for it, but may be close by. (Modern-Day!AU)

Warning(s): mentions of sex, fluff, fun, language, and Sam and Steve being the amazing friends that they are!

A/N: Thank you for the love on the first part, loves! Now the journey officially begins for Bucky to find love! thank you to @jaamesbbarnes for assuring me this ain’t wack! Also, a certain character is mentioned in this one, and I am fairly certain April knows who it is! ;) 

| Prologue | The Quest for Love - Masterlist | Main Masterlist |

Bucky sighed deeply, as he stared at the ceiling of his room. 

It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for him to be staring. Especially given the number of sleepless nights working as a lawyer and solving cases entailed, but today it was a tad different.

For starters, the morning sun had long risen in the horizon, the rays managing to sweep through the blinds on the windows thus waking him from an otherwise decent slumber.

Pairing: Bucky x FemReader

Word Count: 1,585

Summary: (Y/N) moves into the Avengers tower and brings her love for plants and gardening with her, Bucky is smitten.

Warnings: Im still new to posting fics on tumblr so lmk what I need to fix… Also fluff, angst incoming in pt 2

A/N: I finally got something done for @sweetboybucky‘s 1K challenge! Congrats again on being awesome <3 If you dont know Rae, you need to go read her stuff ASAP she is wonderful.

My prompt was ‘No rain, no flowers’ and this is what came of it. Pt 1 is just some fluff, pt 2 gets a little angsty but plants make everything better and I promise it’ll all be good in the end. Shout out to Bob Dylan for the title. Header made by me

Masterlist

The woman standing in Tony’s office only had one request when she agreed to move in to the Avengers compound.

Steve had been trying to convince her to move in for a while but she was hesitant to give up her personal space and if she was going to do it she needed something in return. “I need to be able to have a garden, and I’d really love to bring some plants inside too. Liven up the place a little bit.”

“This place is fine just the way it is,” Tony replied, waving his hand around the mostly white, minimalist room.

“Actually…” Pepper looked pointedly at Tony, “A little green around here wouldn’t hurt.”

“And think about all the fresh veggies!” (Y/N) exclaimed, wiggling her eyebrows at Tony. And so it was decided.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader Warning(s): sex pollen, female masturbation/toys, fingerfucking, multiple orgasms, dirty talk Summary: The reader and Steve inhale a strange chemical in the lab. It affects them more than expected.  Request: Pls do 20, 24 and 29 with Steve (sex pollen/heat, toys, multiple orgasms) Notes: Im sorry this is so late. I’m a little rusty and I could have fit in more orgasms (lol) but I hope you enjoy it. Sorry for any mistakes, its like 7 am and I haven’t been to bed yet. I’ll fix ‘em at some point 🙃 Requests are open | Tag list is open

“DON’T–!”

The warning comes too late. The beaker bursts on impact, shattered glass covering the tile. Thick plumes of smoke rise from the wreckage with a low hiss. A sharp, spicy scent impregnates the air, sitting heavy in your nose. Eyes burning, you stumble towards the nearest wall, upending several pieces of expensive lab equipment. It’s impossible to navigate and keep your mouth covered. Whatever this chemical is that’s spreading through the lab, you’ve already inhaled several lungfuls. Oddly enough, you taste it on your lips, smooth and full of heat. It’s not unpleasant in the least, like spiced chocolate. It can’t be that dangerous. On the opposite side of the room, Captain Rogers isn’t fairing any better. A stifled cough chases the air from his lungs. All he manages is a strained, “You okay, [Y/N]?”

“Yeah, I think-” A coughing fit interrupts your sentence, so intense your ribs ache and your stomach hurts when the attack lulls into a harsh wheeze. The air is strangely heavy. Your mind grows fuzzy around the edges, full of cotton and a foreign heat begins to gather in the pit of your stomach. “I…I think I’m okay, just a bit dizzy. Did it get warmer in here?”

Spectator to the destruction of his lab and the drugging of his friends, Bruce scrubs a hand over his face. “Oh, this is so not good.”