#Hulk x reader

[ladyinwriting18]

The Start Of Something New (Bruce BannerxReader)

Summary: Meeting you sparks something new for Bruce AND Hulk.

Words: 5,852 Warnings: Sex on the first date, PIV, Oral sex (female receiving), Hulk is a flirt, Only sex with Bruce tho.

When Tony had handed over the username and password to a newly made dating profile, Bruce had been very confused, and honestly, a tad reluctant.

However, after being hounded by his best friend to just give it a try, he gave in. The first few swipes had gone horribly. Most women unmatched with him after the first few messages. Or worse, they knew he was in the Avengers and had some sort of weird fetish about it. That is until he matched with you. Sweet, funny, beautiful, hard-working you. 

You were like a meteor that knocked him out of orbit.

Something different than anything he had experienced with other partners. Messaging back and forth in the app had quickly turned into an exchange of numbers. Texting with you had been easier because it gave Bruce time to analyze his responses, but hearing your laugh while talking on the phone? God, he was certain there was no better sound. You were so open and honest that communicating came naturally. Which wasn’t something he was used to after his failed relationship with Natasha. He pushes those thoughts from his mind and instead focuses on nervously pacing outside of the Aquarium. After a month of good morning texts and late-night phone calls—today is the day. The day the two of you would finally meet in person and go on your first real date. You two had shared coffee over Facetime a few times, but to Bruce those weren’t dates. This would decide if you’d want to continue communicating. And though you made him feel at ease whenever the two of you spoke, the thought of fucking it all up weighs heavily on him. Bruce checks his watch for the fifth time before catching sight of his reflection in the glass exterior of the building. He fixes his hair while giving himself a pep talk. “Come on, Bruce. You’ve got this. Don’t overthink it, just be yourself.” Your Uber pulls up just as he finishes his words of affirmation. He quickly straightens his back and turns to see you just as you step out of the car. You’re wearing the prettiest little sundress that sways softly in the summer breeze. He gulps. You look perfect. Jogging over to you, he holds out his hand to help you up onto the curb. “Hey!” He closes the car door behind you with a nervous smile, “T-thanks for coming. You look amazing.”

You can tell that Bruce is nervous and it warms your heart. Little does he know that you feel similar. Not only is he a brilliant scientist, but he has saved the world multiple times…what right do you have to spend time with him? You try not to let your insecurities show and squeeze his hand, not only as a comfort to him, but for you as well. “Aw Bruce, thank you. That’s so sweet of you to say.” You let yourself size him up before quirking your head to the side. “You look rather handsome.” His cheeks flush, though he tries to hide it by talking about where he’s chosen to take you for your date.

“I was glad to hear that you enjoy the aquarium.” He keeps your hand in his as he steers you towards the entrance. “I thought it would be the perfect place to bring a so-fish-ticated woman like yourself.” Bruce laughs at his own dad joke before rubbing his face in embarrassment. Tony had told him to keep the dumb jokes at a minimum. But then his ears perk up at the sound of you giggling and a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. Just like the first time he heard you laugh over the phone, he’s instantly put at ease, “Thank you for not clam-ming up at my terrible humor.” You giggle harder, your free hand coming up to grip his bicep. “Your humor is not terrible!” you lightly scold as you approach the first tank of colorful fish. They instantly capture your attention. “Wow, they’re all so beautiful!” Your hand on Bruce’s bicep feels so warm. He can’t stop himself from staring at your reflection in the glass—you look good together. 

“Which one is your favorite?” he asks to stop himself from planning out an entire future with you. It’s too soon for that. Especially when there are so many variables that could mess things up. You tilt your head to the side, taking a moment to respond, “Hmmm, probably this one.” You point to a fish with a blend of blue and purple scales. 

He nods and looks at the corresponding identification card printed next to the tank.

“Oh look here, that one is native to Wakanda. The scales are used to produce important and sustainable fertilizer for their diverse agricultural offerings.” He realizes he’s rambling, and looks to you wide-eyed. “Sorry, I tend to ramble when I get excited.” You smile and turn to face him fully. “There’s nothing to apologize for. You’re so smart, Bruce. I could listen to you talk for hours.” Sheepishly, he rubs the back of his neck. He can’t deny that the praise feels good but he feels undeserving. “I mean I only read what the identification card says,” he deflects with a teasing grin, hoping the joke would hide his insecurities. You cock your hip before playfully swatting at his upper arm. There’s such a fire in you. Bruce adores it. “You know what I mean, Doctor Banner. Now, show me which fish is your favorite?” Your curiosity about his interests has him lighting up. He doesn’t hesitate to pull you over to another tank. “My favorite is right over here.” Dropping your hand, he instead comes to stand behind you. With one hand on your waist and the other pointing out the fish. He hadn’t meant to tuck you so perfectly against him, but he did, and now he doesn’t ever want to move away. The smell of your shampoo and perfume mix together, leaving him totally captivated. It takes all his restraint to keep talking and not bury his face into your hair. 

“That’s the puffer fish, or Tetraodontidae. They have this defense mechanism, so basically, when they are threatened, they can expand to over double their size. I guess I have a soft spot for them.” 

You find yourself leaning back against his chest as you listen to his explanation. His reasoning not only makes perfect sense but shows you how insightful he can be. “I can understand why. It’s almost like you and Hulk.” You turn your head to meet his gaze. It’s only then that you both realize just how close you’ve both become. Bruce can’t help but notice that his lips are inches from yours. “Yes. It’s like me and Hulk.” His voice comes out huskier than he intends. There’s a tension building. One that’s begging to break free. All either one of you would have to do is close the last remaining inches, but before you can, Bruce’s watch beeps. It breaks the trance and has you both stepping back from one another. He checks his watch and silences the alarm. “Shoot, we have to hurry. There’s something I need to show you!” Without another word, he takes your hand and starts leading you to another part of the aquarium. There’s a bounce in his step as he walks you to the big surprise. His whole reason for picking the aquarium for your first date is because on your dating profile, you had written that your favorite animals are otters. Bruce had tucked this piece of information away until he needed it. He had painstakingly looked for an aquarium that not only had an otters exhibit but gave people the chance to pet them. He couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when you found out. But when you both turn the corner you are instead faced with a giant sign that reads “Exhibit Closed for Renovation”. His heart drops and the blood in his veins starts to boil. He had checked the website! Had planned the entire date around this! “The website said it was going to be open!” he grits out as the hand not holding yours clenches into a fist. He feels Hulk beneath his skin, tugging to be let out. Bruce tries to suppress the feeling, but his chest begins to heave. Things have been better between them. No longer did he treat Hulk as a monster but as a part of him. Bruce made space for him in his home and life, which led to them not needing to fight one another for control. Instead, they attempted to live side by side. However, this is different. It mirrors a time when even the slightest inconvenience would trigger the Hulk. The tips of his ears and fingers prickle to a subtle shade of green. “This isn’t fair. Now everything is ruined!” He lets out a low growl and grips the hand he’s holding until you wince. You don’t have time to respond before you’re forced to rip your hand out of his grasp. That’s when you notice the color of his fingertips. Not knowing what to do to help, but not willing to abandon him, you step in front of him and cup his face. “Bruce? I need you to look at me. Nothing is ruined.” As you talk, you maneuver him backward until you’re both tucked away in a corner close to an emergency exit. You figure this is the best place for him to be if he did in fact lose control. Unfortunately, Bruce doesn’t respond. Instead, he tucks his chin to his chest and continues to breathe heavily. You say his name with a little more force, but still, nothing. He’s too preoccupied with the fury bubbling in his stomach. It causes tendrils of anger to spread through his limbs. Your words are muffled and your touch is hot. All his internal attempts to calm himself are destroyed by the deep seeded anger and self-loathing. 

“This always happens. I can’t do anything right. Everything is ruined.” You’re more panicked now, it’s evident in your tone. “Forget about the otters! I don’t care. Please, Bruce, I’m just happy to be here with you!” What do you do? How do you break him from this spell? You needed him to focus on the good! An idea pops into your mind and before you have a chance to think it over…you do it. You grip his face, jerking it towards you, and kiss him—hard on the mouth. Your arms encircle his neck, putting your all into the kiss and trembling slightly. All you can do is pray your plan works and he kisses you back. For Bruce, his world stops spinning and time stands still. The kiss is enough to bring him back to the present. His heart rate settles and his skin tone reverts to normal, but his eyes are shut tight. He can’t kiss you back, not like this. Not when you were only kissing him for your safety. So he gently pushes you away. “T-Thank you…for that but I’m…I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have had to…do that just to shut me up.” His words confuse you and you speak over him before he can continue, “I didn’t do it to shut you up! I did it because I wanted to and because I thought giving you something happy to think about would help.” You lose your nerve, faltering momentarily. “I…I’m sorry if I was wrong. I shouldn’t have kissed you without your consent.” Bruce’s brow furrows and he finally meets your gaze again. “Wait, you wanted to kiss me?” You nod in earnest and he smiles. He brings his hand to cup your cheek. “You were so brave and strong. I can’t thank you enough for being here for me.” You relax into his touch, letting your face rest in his palm. You’re so beautiful and sweet. It makes Bruce long for things he hasn’t allowed himself to want. “I’m also sorry for assuming you were kissing me out of pity. I guess I just couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to kiss…that.” He motions behind him, to where the Hulk had almost been standing. 

You tilt your head to the side, giving him a questionable look. “The Hulk is just a part of you. I know you’re used to people being afraid of him, but I’m not. I would kiss you, him, and anything else in between.” His cheeks twinge pink. Someone kissing Hulk? That wasn’t something Bruce could even fathom, but the feeling of his pulse skipping a beat tells him that his green counterpart is excited by the offer. Nervously, he chuckles at the realization. “W-Why don’t we take things one step at a time?” He says this not only to you but to appease Hulk into calming down. You take his hand and nod in agreement. The touch sends tingles from his palm and up his arm, making him feel bold. “Can I…I mean, may I kiss you? For real this time?” You nod with a smile and Bruce closes the distance between you. The kiss is soft and chaste but he can still taste the sweetness of your mouth. He hums at the taste but pulls away before he loses himself. “There’s one more thing I wanted to show you.” He extends his hand to you. “Come with me?” You take it and let him lead you to the back of the aquarium. He leads you past countless tanks of exotic fish until you come to a dark room. So dark that it’s almost pitch black, but quickly your eyes adjust, revealing tanks filled with various-sized jellyfish. You gasp at how delicate they are, their subtle glow showing their translucence. Their bodies pushing and pulling them through the water in an almost intricate dance. 

“Did you know that jellyfish are the world's oldest animal?” You shake your head ‘no’, transfixed on the tanks before you but soaking in his words like a sponge. “Scientists have found fossils indicating they preceded dinosaurs. I think they're magical.” You’re alone in this small dark space, and Bruce steps closer to whisper into your ear. “I think you’re pretty magical too.”

You gasp and turn towards him, whispering his name just before he captures your lips in another kiss. He’s more confident now, pulling you closer by your waist and gripping your hips tightly. You make out like teenagers, anxious and hungry for more. He whimpers at how good you feel and you can’t help but shudder against him in response. Your hands slide up to wrap around his broad shoulders. You feel safe in his arms so you push your body flush against him. He responds in turn, opening his mouth so that your tongues can touch. You’re so turned on that you’re certain you’ll combust, but he breaks the kiss. He’s breathing hard, clearly attempting to calm his heart rate. You give him space to do so and instead lace your fingers with his. He smiles his thanks before speaking. “How about on the way out, we take you to the gift shop so I can buy you a stuffed otter to make up for not being able to see the real ones?” You nod in excitement until it clicks that the date will be ending soon. “I would love that, but…what if after, I didn’t want to go home? What if I wanted to go home with you?” It takes Bruce a few moments to process exactly what you’re asking, but once it does his eyebrows shoot up his forehead. “Yes! Uh…I mean, I would be honored.” The gift shop, walking to his car, and the drive to his home go by in a blur. One minute, you were asking him to take you home, and the next, you were holding a stuffed otter in your lap as he opened the car door for you.

You smile at the gesture, letting him help you out of his car, and walking up the front steps to his home. Little do you know, Bruce is holding his breath in hopes that he hadn’t left his home a mess before leaving. He sighs in relief after unlocking the door and seeing that the house is relatively clean. You step forward, taking in your surroundings, but his eyes are taking in your body. He imagines taking you to his bed and undressing you slowly. You move about his home, having no idea he was undressing you with his eyes. “You have a lovely home, Bruce. Most guy’s homes are…well…gross.” You giggle to yourself before placing your otter on the couch. He says your name in a way that make the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. It sounds hot…needy…sexual. You turn to him, and like the opposite ends of two magnets, you’re pulled together–crashing into each other. No longer able to resist, your hands grope and mouths meet. You want to beg for more but he’s already hoisting you up by the waist and carrying you down the hall. You don’t know where he’s taking you, and frankly, you don’t care as long as he keeps kissing you. 

He stumbles while pushing open his bedroom door with his foot, but quickly regains his stride over to his bed so he can carefully lay you down. Your hair fans out along his pillows and he sighs. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” 

Hearing him curse has you biting your bottom lip. You grip his shirt and tug him towards you until he’s leaning over you. “I want you, Bruce. I’ve wanted you since the first time we talked on the phone.” He nearly chokes at your confession because he’s certain he had made an utter fool of himself on that phone call. “Please…” Your plea breaks him from his thoughts as your fingers start working on unbuttoning his shirt. “Please don’t make me wait anymore.” Shit. Shit. Shit. This was happening. This was really about to happen. Bruce’s cock jumps within the confines of his pants. “I won’t, Princess. I won’t make you wait.” His words are rushed, breathless as trembling fingers work on unzipping your sundress. “I’ve been wanting you too.” You’re both rushing to get one another naked now. His shirt. Your dress. His pants. Your bra. His cock is freed from his boxers and Bruce sighs with relief. You blush at the sight of how hard and thick he is. It would fill you up so perfectly. He looks at you with the same amount of desire in his gaze. Your nipples harden under that gaze, causing his cock to throb. And then he’s on you, crawling over your body so he can cage you beneath him. He can’t help himself from kissing his way down your chest and stomach, pausing only when he gets to the waistband of your lace panties. “May I?”

He doesn’t need to ask, but the fact that he does warms your heart. You nod, giving your consent, and he hooks two fingers under the lace. You lift your hips, making it easier for your panties to be pulled down your legs. Once free of them, you let your legs fall away to reveal your cunt to him. You blush, knowing you’re already wet with slick. “Your kisses have been making me wet all afternoon,” you whisper, embarrassed. Bruce perks up at this information, letting a finger trace along your folds. “Wow, really? All afternoon?” You nod, your face feeling hot. “I love that you’re this wet for me.” He turns his head so he can leave kisses along your inner thigh. “I want to taste,” he groans, hungry for it. So hungry that he dives his face between your thighs, licking from your slit to your clit. He moans as the taste and scent of your cunt fill his senses. You moan at the feeling of his tongue alternating between licking your clit and slipping his tongue inside. Each time, your inner walls clench around the muscles of his tongue. “Oh God, y-you’re so good with your mouth!” you pant, starting to buck your hips. Lewdly, he devours your wetness, grunting against your flesh. His arms wrap around your thighs and pull you forward so your cunt is smashed against his face. He turns his focus on your clit, eagerly sucking on it. He’s so turned on by the noises you’re making and the taste on his tongue that he can’t stop himself from rutting into the mattress to get some relief. “I want you to cum on my face,” he declares suddenly, as if the idea just popped into his head and he couldn’t stop himself from saying it out loud. “Can you do that for me?” You find that you can only nod as the pleasure steadily builds throughout your limbs. “Here, let me try this,” he says as he slips his middle finger into your awaiting hole. Instantly, you grind down on it, crying out his name when he starts fingering you harder. His mouth returns to your clit, swirling his tongue over it to drive you closer and closer to the edge. And damn are you close to that edge. You scream for him, tell him how good he’s making you feel. He doesn’t let up, and without warning, your back is arching off the bed as you cum all over his face, just like he wanted you to. He works you through your aftershocks, licking up every drop of cum that spills out of you until your body slumps back onto the bed. It’s only then that he eases his finger out and sits back on his knees. “That…was incredible,” he pants with a light chuckle and then leans over you once more to leave a kiss on your temple. “Thank you for that, Princess.” You practically purr at the nickname. Usually, names like that give you the ick, but Bruce saying it gives you butterflies. “I love it when you call me that. I like being your Princess.” You hook a leg around his waist, beckoning him closer so his cock is nestled against the cleft of your cunt. He whimpers, grinding his erection against you. He wants to be inside you, wants to fuck you hard and deep, but he needs to slow down. “W-Wait, wait,” he pleads, holding your hips firm in an attempt to keep you both in place. “We…We need to talk first.” Something about his tone gives you pause. “What’s the matter?”you ask, giving him your full attention. Bruce worries at his bottom lip, wanting to say the right thing. “I don’t want to scare you but…sometimes…uh, when I cum, I turn a little…green.” A blush works its way up from his neck. “If you catch my drift.” You sit up, more intrigued than afraid, but the man before you misunderstands and continues on nervously. “You have n-nothing to worry about, I promise you. I would never let anything happen to you.” You silence him by pressing a finger to his lips. “I’m not afraid. Not of you or of him. I want to make you cum.” Your hand drops, replacing it with your lips, whispering against his mouth. “I want to make you both cum.”

Your acceptance of him and his other half stirs an animalistic lust from deep within him. When he moves on top of you, it feels as if it’s in tandem with Hulk. They had never moved as one before. Had never wanted the same thing so completely as they do now. 

Bruce kisses you roughly, tongues rolling along one another while their bodies grind. He aligns his cock with your opening, moaning in between your kisses. “Is that what the sweet girl wants? To make us cum so hard that we turn for you?” His voice is deeper, with pupils blown wide with lust. His words have your heart racing, and although this is your first time in Bruce’s bed…something tells you it’s both he and Hulk who would be fucking you tonight. You push your forehead against his and nod eagerly. If he was going to speak, it’s cut off by the growl that bubbles up from his throat. He’s completely overtaken by his feral alter ego, and in one fell swoop, sheathes his cock fully inside of you. You yelp, tensing at the sudden intrusion, but damn does he fill you up. However, the sound seems to bring Bruce back into himself. “S-Shit, I’m sorry. Are you alright?” 

You feel him starting to pull out of your heat. “Don’t!” you cry, wrapping your legs around him to keep him in place. “D-Don’t stop, Bruce. You feel so good. Please don’t stop.”

He nods, relieved that he hasn’t hurt you, and starts rolling his hips. “Mmhh, you feel good too. So tight.” But his slow pace doesn’t last long. His hands push your legs away, giving him space to pull out and then slam back in. You both throw your heads back, swearing loudly at the first deep thrust. Your walls had clenched so perfectly around his length so he pulls out and does it again. The drag of his thick cock along your walls is making you gush. You scream his name and claw at his back. You can’t seem to focus on anything but the hard pounding rhythm of his cock. Bruce bows his head and starts kissing, biting and sucking at your breasts. He does so as passionately as he had eaten your cunt, making you wonder if he has a slight oral fixation when it comes to sex. Not that you mind. You’ll wear the marks he’s leaving on your breasts with pride. 

A hand reaches between your legs to find your clit and rub firm circles on it. You arch into his touch and thrusts, trying to meet both. It causes a wet slapping noise to fill the room as he ruts into you. 

Every thrust brings a flush of green across Bruce’s broad back. But he can’t cum. Can’t turn. 

He needs to make you cum and he needs to keep you safe. But his control is slipping the closer his orgasm becomes. “A-Am I making you feel good, Princess?” You don’t hesitate to moan your reply in between desperate pants, “Yes, fuck yes! G-Getting close. More Bruce. Fuck m-me more, make me cum!” Any momentary self-consciousness fades at the sight of you falling apart. He gives you exactly what you need and cracks his hips faster, harder, rougher, while keeping firm pressure on your clit. It has your muscles tightening, that feeling of sweet release just within reach. His movements become sloppy, unable to keep away his own orgasm for much longer. But you’re too close to cumming to notice or care. “Cum for me, Princess. I…I need you to cum with me.” His words are all you need to come crashing over the edge. Your orgasm rocks you to your core, the entire time chanting his name like he’s your own personal God. Your inner walls pulse around every throbbing inch of his cock, coaxing him to reach his own peak.

His back contorts and green flashes down his arms and legs as he cums, filling you with it as he screams, sounding more monster than man. Was he about to…turn?

You don’t have time to react, because as quickly as it started, Bruce collapses on top of you. You’re honestly too stunned to react but the sound of a whimper breaks you from it. “Bruce?” Your arms come around him so you can stroke his back and hair. “Are you alright?” 

It takes him a few minutes of heavy breathing before he’s able to lift his head.” I-I’m okay. Could we just…lay here for a little while?” He sounds exhausted and lost. It tugs at your heartstrings. “Of course, for as long as you need,” you whisper, allowing your fingers to delicately trace over the lines of his back. For a long while, you lay together with his cock still nestled inside you. Not that you mind, it feels right being close to him. When he’s ready, Bruce slowly props himself up and slips out of you before looking you in the eye. He sheepishly thanks you, looking rather flustered. “I’m uh…sorry if I scared you earlier…you just felt so good and he…” Bruce trails off, clearly too embarrassed to continue, so you sit up and cup his cheek so he looks at you. “You have nothing to apologize for. You made me cum so hard. I’d let you fuck me over and over again if you wanted to.” He visibly perks up at that and can’t stop the boyish grin from spreading across his features. You grin back. “I guess I made him feel good too…if he was fighting to break out.” He takes a calming breath and runs a hand through his hair. “He uh…still does.”

“Really??” You sound shocked but intrigued. “Do you…uh want to let him out? I wouldn’t mind meeting him.” Bruce hesitates, not knowing if letting Hulk out is a good idea, but then he looks back at you. His eyes roam over your beautiful naked body that is now sitting back against the headboard. 

An image of you relaxing in his bed every morning from now until the end of time flashes through his mind. But it isn’t just his fantasy…it’s Hulk’s. “Well…he does think you’re pretty.” “Really? He told you that?” You blush, biting your bottom lip, and Bruce can’t help but chuckle at how adorable you look. “It’s more like a feeling, but yes, in a way.” You nod in understanding and wait for his final say on the matter. “Okay, you and Hulk can meet,” he agrees, and you happily squeal. “I’ll see you in the morning?” “In the morning,” you repeat, and Bruce leans in to give you another kiss before standing. He makes his way over to his dresser and pulls out a clean pair of boxers that are enhanced to stretch to Hulk’s size. “Now, if anything goes wrong, don’t hesitate to use my phone and call Tony,” he says over his shoulder while slipping the boxers on. “Call Tony, got it! But everything will be fine,” you reassure as you reach over the side of the bed to grab your underwear, and Bruce’s discarded shirt and put them on. When you look back at him, he’s facing away from you with his back rounded. He groans as loudly as he did when he came but is undoubtedly pained. Green muscles ripple out from his spine, up his neck, and down his limbs. You watch amazed as he doubles in size right before your eyes. He sways for a moment before gaining his footing and turning around to face you. Your breath catches in your throat at the realization that the famous Hulk is standing in front of you. “H-Hi there. I’m–”

“HULK KNOWS.” His deep booming voice cuts you off. “You do?” Hulk nods. “YOU’RE PRETTY LADY.”  The pet name makes you giggle and move closer to him but still remain perched on the edge of the bed. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Your eyes roam over him, wondering what being held in his arms would feel like. “Is…Is this where you sleep too? Or do you have your own room?” You use the questions as a way to distract your mind from thinking about his touch. He scrunches his green nose up in distaste, “BANNER’S MATTRESS TOO LUMPY. HULK HAS BIGGER BED.” He points down the hall to where the home’s second bedroom is. “PRETTY LADY WANT TO SEE HULK’S ROOM?”

“I would love that.” You smile and he holds out his hand for you to take. You do so, and with more gentleness than should have been capable of someone his size, he helps you out of bed and leads you to his room. However, the entire way, your eyes stayed glued on Hulk–memorizing and taking in the parts of him that were still innately Bruce. With your tiny hand in his massive one, he steps inside his bedroom, no longer needing to crouch down because the ceiling is higher now. The walls are covered with photos and newspaper clippings of the Avengers and their families. You smile, it’s endearing to see that he has a soft side. Hulk flops down on the extra-large mattress with a smirk, stealing your attention away from the photographs. “HULK’S ROOM BETTER. BED SOFTER AND BETTER FOR SNUGGLES.” He pats the spot next to him on the bed, silently inviting you over.  You raise a brow in his direction.

You couldn’t believe it…he was flirting with you. Boldly flirting with you at that! As if he already knew he had you right where he wanted… Those green eyes look at you like the alpha of a pack, ready to lay beside his mate. Maybe Hulk wasn’t just Bruce’s rage personified but also his self-confidence with the opposite sex. Not having an answer, you decide to climb up and join him on the bed. If he wants to be a flirt, then so would you. You lay down beside him so you can rest your head on his rather huge bicep. “Mmhm, you’re right…much more comfortable.” You smirk up at him. Seeing the smug look on your face has him laughing, his frame rumbles with it. “PRETTY LADY LIKE HULK’S ARMS BETTER! BANNER WILL BE JEALOUS.”

You shake your head at his silliness. “I love both of your arms,” you lightly scold until you yawn without warning. “Shoot, sorry about that. I guess I’m more tired than I realized.”

Hulk shakes his head at your apology and lightly pats your head. “NO SORRY. PRETTY LADY SLEEP NOW.”

You nod, suddenly finding it difficult to stay awake. He pulls you in, letting you fully nestle against him.

“BANNER SAYS PRETTY LADY LIKES HAIR PLAYED WITH.”

At first, his words confuse you, but then you remember one late-night phone conversation when you told Bruce that having your hair played with always puts you right to sleep.

You smile at the memory, confirming Hulk’s words, and his fingers find their way into your hair. He gently strokes and pets, leaving you nearly purring.

Hulk chuckles under his breath but doesn’t stop the movement of his fingers. “PRETTY LADY SOUNDS LIKE KITTEN.”

“I guess that makes me Hulk’s kitten,” you mumble, trying to stifle another yawn.

“HULK’S KITTEN,” he repeats softly in agreement. “CLOSE YOUR EYES, KITTEN. HULK KEEP YOU SAFE FOR BANNER.”

Your half-lidded eyes finally fall shut.

It only takes another moment and you’re asleep.

Hulk watches you, not wanting sleep to overtake him, but it isn’t easy when he feels so relaxed with you in his arms. Eventually, exhaustion seeps in, winning him over. But just before he fully subcomes to sleep, both Hulk and Bruce share the same thought.

This would be the start of something new.

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Cuddles are the cure

Ask: Omg omg omg Jen please please can I have some Bruce/Hulk and Reader. I'm in desperate need of some super fluff, like imagine Hulk just picking you up and snuggling you all warm when you're I'm you're sad 🥺🥺🥺

AN: Super fluff, you say, Elsie? In fact it’s so fluffy I had to throw in reader comforting Hulk too - mutual comforting. Set in the world of You, Me and the Other Guy and slots in as part two of the series.

Beta’d by @lunarbuck

Moodboard by me and dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Relationship: Bruce/Hulk x Reader

WC: 1.5k

CW: Fluff. Lots of cuddles. Soft kisses. Implied Tony being a dickhead. Working in customer retail sucks.

In every way that mattered, your life had improved immeasurably since you and Bruce had started dating. You already had a friendship, a connection, and you couldn’t believe how easy the two of you just fit. 

It was still early days though - you had your shifts, and when Bruce, or rather the Hulk, wasn’t off saving the world with the other Avengers, he had his research and other interests.You didn’t want to live in each others pockets, but still made the effort to see each other at least three times a week, and spoke on the phone all the other days.

You’d introduced him to your small circle of friends, and none of them realised who he actually was, aside from being a sweet nerd who’d swept you off your feet. It was the one advantage of having two personas, you supposed - it meant that he could maintain privacy when out and about.

In return, Bruce had invited you to come and meet the other Avengers. He’d done that charming thing of coming over all shy, asking you while cleaning his glasses with his shirt, so that he wouldn’t have to look at you and risk rejection.

“I mean, you only have to come if you want to. I don’t want you to be disappointed or overwhelmed, because they can be a handful. Tony will tease me… and flirt with you, Steve’s actually got a filthy potty mouth, Nat can be pretty intimidating, Thor, when he’s here, is loud and Clint… well… he’s got a specific sense of humour.”

You’d reached out and placed your hand on his arm, and he’d put his glasses back on and looked at you, expression unreadable.

“I’d love to meet them, and not because they’re the Avengers, but because they’re your friends and colleagues.”

“As long as you’re sure.”

You’d shifted closer, cupping his face with your hand and brushing your nose against his.

“Certain.”

They’d been everything Bruce had described and more, but you’d won them over, and now had your own Avengers Tower access clearance. Sometimes you and Bruce met up there, especially if he was working late, or had been on a mission. It was also the best space for you to hang out with Hulk. The green giant was actually a massive cuddle bug, and enjoyed lounging in his/Bruce’s room, watching Disney movies with you while eating insane amounts of popcorn and candy. 

At first, Bruce had been reticent about letting you spend time with his other persona, but you’d convinced him that you would be fine. You knew almost from the first moment that you’d met him that you and Hulk would be friends, because he and Bruce were two sides of the same coin - he would never hurt you.

Now, so far in your relationship, it had all been sunshine and roses - well, apart from that night, but considering what it had led to, you couldn’t be too upset - you and Bruce having cute dates, sweet kisses and lots of laughter.  As you got off the subway you hoped that he’d be able to manage something different, and you didn’t mean intimacy. Well, that would be nice, but also, you were content to wait until it felt right for both of you. What you did need today was comfort, because it had been A Day TM (a really shitty day) because even the best relationship could improve what it was like to work in a retail job.

It wasn’t as though you weren’t used to asshole customers - you had to usually deal with one or two every day, but today! It was like they’d all held a meeting and decided to show up at the same time and be meaner and more horrible than normal - asking for complex drinks that made no sense, then telling you that you’d done it wrong, when you’d actually triple checked with them before starting.

Walking up to the front entrance of the tower you fanned your face, trying to disperse the tears that threatened to fall from just thinking about it. You wouldn’t let them bring you down!

Striding into the building, you flashed your access card to the security guard before swiping it at the executive elevator. You were glad that you’d be able to travel straight to Bruce’s floor. He wasn’t expecting you at this time, but one of your colleagues had owed you, so you’d ended your shift a couple of hours early and made your way straight here. Hopefully you’d be able to hang out in his room while he finished up his work for the day. Or maybe you could keep him company in the lab if you signed some kind of NDA.  

You could feel yourself spiralling and you swallowed back a small cry, turning it into a hiccup as the elevator came to a halt and you virtually stumbled out into Bruce’s living room…

… to be met with the sight of Hulk, sitting on the floor, worry beads around his neck, watching Lilo and Stitch.

His face broke into a broad smile when he saw you, and he clambered to his feet as quickly as he could.

“Pretty Girl!” He turned and looked at the clock and then back at you. “Pretty Girl early!”

You bit your lip and nodded. Despite your mood, a small smile played at the edges of your mouth.

“Uh-huh. I just needed to see you… or Bruce.”

Hulk looked at you for a moment, and blinked. “Pretty Girl okay that Hulk here, not Bruce?”

You nodded, his earnestness and innocence threatening to destroy the last of your control. You took a step towards him, followed by a second and then you were throwing yourself into his arms, pressing your face against his chest and letting the tears of frustration flow.

Slowly, Hulk wrapped his arms around you, and you noticed he was a little unsure.

“Pretty Girl sad. Did bad man come back and try hurt you?”

You lifted your head, and sniffed with a little smile. “No. Nothing like that. Just a bad day at work.”

You eased out of his hold so you could drop your purse and take your coat off.

“How Hulk help? Want Hulk smash?”

He was too sweet. It was tempting.

“No. No smashing. Just be you, buddy. Sit back down and I’ll join you - we can finish watching together. I just need some cuddles.”

He let out a light snort and lumbered back over to his pile of cushions, dropping down heavily. You knew that Tony had had this floor reinforced, but you were still astounded when the floor didn’t shake. Once he appeared comfortable you joined him, climbing up into his lap and pressing into his side. He was so warm!

You watched in silence together for 10 minutes or so, both of you letting out the odd bark of laughter at the antics of Lilo and her extraterrestrial friend. You could feel yourself calming down just through this - being here and being cared for, with no expectation, something that previous boyfriends had never given you.

You were glad you had Bruce, and Hulk. Which brought you back to why the latter was here.

“Hey, Big Guy. Any reason you’re out today? Was there a mission, because I know Bruce had a load of scientific stuff to do today.”

You felt his body stiffen under you.

“No mission. No smash. Stark happen.”

You sighed - it stood to reason.

“Did he frighten Bruce again?”

He let out a resigned huff.

“Wanted to know what makes Hulk appear. Now Hulk not want to go back. Hulk come here, home. Watch movies, try to be calm.”

You rose up on your knees and pressed your palm to his cheek, feeling him lean into it gently.

“So you’ve had a bad day too? I’m sorry. What about if I get some more snacks and you pick another movie. How does that sound?”

“Hulk like snacks. Hulk like movies. Hulk love Pretty Girl.”

You dropped a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Love you too, Big Guy.”

You got up, and went to the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards for enough snacks to keep Hulk sated. You smiled to yourself as you heard him talking to FRIDAY, picking the next thing you were going to watch. Snacks and drinks obtained you took your place, back on his lap.

The opening credits played and you smiled - the Little Mermaid.

“You know, if you ever have this problem again, ask FRIDAY to call me. I’m more than happy to help cheer you up. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Yes. Hulk and Pretty Girl best friends.”

You both settled down then to watch Ariel fight for her true love. Hulk kept an arm around you, holding you close, but without squashing you, and every so often you ran your hand up and down his arm or scratched your fingers into his black hair, quietly soothing him.

About 10 minutes from the end, Hulk started to fidget and shift under you. You got up and watched as he slowly shrank, and his skin returned to pink. Bruce looked up at you, slightly chagrined, from the pillow nest on the floor. “Hey.”

You smiled and sat back down next to him, wrapping your arms around one of his and leaning your head on his shoulder. “Hey, yourself. Feeling better?”

“Absolutely.” Bruce leant over and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “And you? Sorry I wasn’t here to help.”

“Not your fault. And I’m sure there will be another day with a-hole customers. I’m also certain that Tony won’t frighten Hulk out of you again.”

Bruce chuckled. “You give him more credit than he’s due. Although he might not try it again for a while - the Other Guy smashed up his new Porsche…”

You couldn’t help it - you laughed out loud, cuddling into your boyfriend, and realising that life wasn’t so bad after all.

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Kinktober '22 Day 9: Smart Hulk

Prompt: Shapeshifting/Monster Fucking

Word Count: 531

Synopsis: Bruce's partner begged him to fuck them in his Hulk form. They learn that they should be careful what they wish for.

Consists of: Dom!SmartHulk, AFABSub!Reader, Size kink, Monster fucking essentially (Smart Hulk to Regular Hulk), Brief pain from the dick being too big, Finger sucking, Brief gagging, Reader gets fucked dumb

I had seriously overestimated my endurance, and the size of my pussy, that was grossly clear to me now. Here I lay, legs spread as wide as possible on the bed, Bruce's big, green cock squeezing inside of me. I had been begging Bruce for days to fuck me in his Hulk form, craving the feeling of a huge dick stretching me out, the sight of his huge, viridescent body hovering above me. To be honest it hurt like hell, but at the same time, it felt too good to want him to stop.

My pussy clenches around him without my control, as if it had a mind of it's own, as if it was trying to push him out. The intelligent monster lets out a big, boisterous moan at the sensation, but notices the twisted expression on my face, "I told you that you wouldn't be able to handle it sweetie. Now look at you, I'm only a quarter into your cunt and you're already spasming around me," Bruce's large verdant hand strokes my face in a way I'm sure is meant to be soft, but the weight of his hand as well as his cock just feels so heavy.

"I c-can handle it. It feels good," and it really does, the stretch is absloutly delicious, and when I look beyond the pain, the feeling of his cock repeatedly hitting my cervix is toe curling.

The way that Bruce is rocking into me, gigantic body making me hit the headboard with every thrust. He stares at me intensely with his glass covered eyes, his lips twisting into a smile.

"W-want your fingers" I whimper to Bruce, he stabilizes his enormous figure before he allows one of his massive digits to slip between my lips. I immediately gag as he hits the back of my throat, slob already drooling around my mouth.

"FUCK!" Bruce roars out, a voice not entirely his own booming around the room. He begins to piston his hips into me now, his whole cock still not fitting inside me, the bulge popping out of my stomach showing he's as far in as he can go. My whole body shakes as he loses control, thrusting into me relentlessly. The sounds that come out of his mouth are loud and angry, I can see the shift in his eyes, I'm not being fucked by Bruce anymore.

"Shit, shit, shit!" I scream after The Hulk pulls his fingers out of my mouth, takes off Bruce's glasses and smashes them, throwing them across the room. It feels like his cock has gotten even bigger and my body is beginning to feel numb. I'm so close, and at this point my mind is completely checked out.

"Cumming...cumming...cum-" and suddenly, I'm seeing white, my pussy convulsing around the colossal, inhumane, phallus inside of me.

The Hulk lets out another thunderous sound, and abruptly, I feel even more full than I did before. Huge ropes of hot semen painting my insides, "B-Bruce..." I call out.

"No. No Bruce," The Hulk responds to me.

I close my eyes and allow myself to drift off, hoping that Bruce will return by the time I wake up.

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Prompt from: @waterkelpies

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Hulk x female listener?

Hulk calls a radio station…

Y/N: you’re live with the Hive

Hulk: Hulk big fan of show

Y/N: thank you ‘Hulk’

Hulk: Banner also like show. We like your voice

Y/N: I like yours too, Hulk. Now what would you like to hear?

Hulk: Rolling Stones?

Y/N: you got it, ya Green Giant. Here’s Doom and Gloom by The Rolling Stones.

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[jessybarnes]

Untamed

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader 

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Tags: NSFW TITLE CARD, SMUT, angst, fluff, seducing, mentions of masturbation, mentions of using sex toys, lingerie, fingering (female receiving), cum eating, finger sucking, Bruce transitioning into the Hulk (not sure if this is a trigger, but I'm not taking chances), kissing (both Bruce and Hulk receiving), handjob (Hulk receiving… again Idk if this is a trigger but noting it anyway cause after some research I've learned that even his cum is green.), making out, biting, hickeys, fucking against a wall, choking, implied all night fucking, and I think that's it. 

Word Count: 4,129

Beta and Title Card: Yours Truly 

Written For: My amazing bestie and beta, Tiffany. <3

Being married to an Avenger had its perks. You got to live in Tony Stark's swanky tower, you had your own team of expertly trained bodyguards, and the best part of it all? You stole the heart of Bruce Banner. The two of you met under unfortunate circumstances, but it was still the best day of your life. 

You'd been caught in the crossfire during one of their missions, a monster took you hostage to use as leverage for their escape. The thing had a knife held against your throat, threatening to kill you on the spot if any of the Avengers moved an inch. You looked into their helpless eyes. Captain America, Hawkeye, Thor, and Iron Man all stared helplessly back at you contemplating how they were going to save you. 

In the distance, Natasha was holding her upturned palm to a furious Hulk. He was grunting and clenching his fists as she took a tentative step toward him.

"Hey, big guy. The sun's getting real low."

He trained his eyes on her, as his anger started to dissipate. Just before he was about to give in he heard you scream.

He snapped his head in your direction, a loud, angry roar shaking the surrounding buildings as he ran towards you. Cars, signs, sidewalk benches, nothing was safe from his wrath. It all happened so fast. One moment your captor was pressing the blade harder against your skin and the next you were in the Hulk's arms. 

At first, you were startled, his big green eyes scanning your body as he held you in his large green hand. He was breathing heavily, his nostrils flaring, as he spoke.

"Hulk save you."

You smiled and were about to respond but Captain Rogers beat you to it.

"That's good, buddy," he set his shield down and slowly walked towards the two of you. "Why don't you put the lady down now, okay?"

The Hulk tightened his grip on your waist and snarled, "NO! Hulk keep pretty lady!"

Steve went to speak again, but you turned around to look at him.

"Wait. It's okay. Let me try something."

They all watched in wonder as you brought both of your hands to his face, your thumbs brushing his hard skin.

"Thank you for saving me," you smiled. "If it's okay, I'd like to meet Bruce too. He's a part of you, and in a way, he saved me as well."

He held you for a moment longer, taking time to mull over your request. Finally, he set you down on a nearby barrier and transitioned back into the well-known scientist. 

You smiled as you recalled the fond memory. You and Bruce had been married for two years, and he made you the happiest woman in the world. Sure, it was difficult when he'd go on missions, but that wasn't what bothered you the most.

What you really wanted was for him to make love to you. Ever since the start of your relationship, all he'd ever done was kiss you. Sometimes he'd go as far as fingering you, but it never went further. He was terrified to do anything else because he didn't want the Hulk to accidentally hurt you. He'd never forgive himself if that happened, and he made you fully aware that being with him meant no sex. 

You didn't have to have sex to be happy with him. It wasn't a deal breaker, but you couldn't help but want to feel him inside of you. God, you bet he made the prettiest sounds. You had plenty of toys to keep you satisfied, and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't made yourself come to the thought of him fucking you into oblivion.

Natasha and Wanda helped you try and seduce him a number of times, but that always ended with a heavy makeout session and a very, very aroused Bruce. 

That's what the three of you were doing now. Planning yet another attempt in getting him to fuck you. You were dressed in short lacy lingerie, a pair of stockings with little black bows at the bottom, and your favorite pair of black pumps.

"I don't know about this, guys. What if someone sees me on the way down to his lab?"

Nat grinned and crossed her arms. "Don't worry about that. I've got it all taken care of. Steve and Bucky are out on a mission, Sam and Clint are in the gym doing their weird juice cleanse workout, and Thor's in Asgard. That only leaves Tony, Vision, and Rhodey to worry about. Wanda, you're taking Vis on a date, right?"

She nodded. "Yep! Typical dinner and a movie, but it'll be fun getting some fresh air."

Nat turned her gaze back to you and smiled. "That leaves the two iron wonders, which by the way, I've decided to take on a supply run."

You sighed, playing with a strand of your hair. "Okay, let's do this. Get me to the lab." 

Surprisingly, you made it there without being seen by anyone. The girls gave you a little nudge toward the door before blowing kisses and waving goodbye. Once you were alone, you took a moment to watch Bruce through the glass.

He was concentrating on some new prototype, his teeth worrying his bottom lip as he silently worked. God, he was so beautiful without even trying.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door and walked past the threshold. There was no going back now.

"Oh, hey honey! Is it already time fo-"

The words died on his tongue as soon as he looked at you. The test tube in his hand clattered to the floor, his mouth hanging open in shock.

"Y-Y/N…"

You smirked and sauntered towards him, slowly running your hands over his chest. "Hey, baby," you breathed. "I thought you could use a break." 

He swallowed thickly and let out a shaky breath. "What um… what're you d-doing?"

You brought his hands to your hips, his fingers making the barely-there dress bunch up to reveal your ass. "Bruce, touch me…please."

He closed his eyes and moaned. "You know I can't. I-I can't risk hurting you, Y/N."

You brushed your knuckles against the stubble on his cheek and smiled. "You won't hurt me. I trust you...both of you."

You grabbed his right hand, "besides, feel how wet I am." He gently circled your clit, a desperate whine falling from your lips. "See baby? See what you do to me without even trying?"

Bruce gripped your waist tighter, his breathing becoming erratic as he slowly continued sliding his fingers between your folds. You were close, so close to cumming already. All the built-up sexual tension, seeing him like this, was almost too much. 

Almost.

Just before the coil of arousal inside you snapped, he pulled away, his hands coming up to grab his hair. "Fuck, baby, I… I can't. He's too strong, and if I ever lost you because of him… god, I can't even think about it."

You hated seeing him distraught like this. Bruce was an amazing, kind, loving man who gave you the world. The Hulk may be destructive, but he was still gentle with you. He'd never once hurt you, and in your heart, you believed he would hold true to that promise even during times like this.

You pulled him back into your embrace and kissed him like it was the last time you'd ever get the chance. He sighed against your mouth, his tongue sliding against yours slow and sweet. 

He eventually pulled away, still holding you close as he looked at you with hooded eyes. "Y/N, it takes all of my strength every day to hold myself back. I want to, god, do I want to, take you apart, make you come over and over again."

His fingers curled a strand of hair behind your ear and you bit your lip. "Baby, can you hear me out? I… I think I may have a solution for both of us."

He sighed. "Yeah, honey, go ahead."

You moved him to his chair, pushing his shoulder lightly so he'd sit down. His hands found purchase on your hips as you straddled his lap.

"Bruce, I know you won't hurt me. I know the Hulk won't either because he's never shown any aggression towards me. Give me this, try for me, just this once. We can start slow and if you feel like you're going to lose it then we can stop. You have total control, baby." You kissed his lips softly. "Please?" 

For a few seconds, he just looked at you. His brown eyes raked over your entire body. He swallowed, blowing a deep breath out of his nose as he held you a bit tighter.

"Okay. Okay, I'll try."

Your eyes widened, "thank you, baby. You have no idea how much this means to me."

He moved his calloused hand slowly up your thigh again, his fingertips tracing small circles on your clit. Your eyes rolled back, his darkening with unbridled lust.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're so pretty like this. Watching your body shake, those sweet little moans and whimpers, I swear I'm the luckiest man in the world." 

You began moving your hips, the sounds of your wetness echoing in the small space around you. "Oh, Bruce… baby I- …please. Oh, please don't stop!"

He quickened his pace, the newly added pressure of his fingers causing you to fall forward and grasp onto his shirt. He groaned, low and deep, his breath hot on your neck as he kissed your sweat-slicked skin.

"C'mon, baby girl. Come for me. Show me how pretty you look." That was all you needed, his command sent you over the edge, his hand and your legs becoming coated with your release. 

If Bruce wasn't holding you up, you'd have fallen to your knees. He peppered sweet kisses along your jaw to your lips, rendering you breathless.

"Gorgeous. God, baby, you're breathtaking."

Words failed you but that didn't stop your wandering hands. They eagerly began undoing his pants trying desperately to feel more of him.

"Whoa, honey. Hey, hey, hey, slow down. I know you're eager, but we gotta go easy. I don't want him to hurt you, remember?" Reluctantly, you stopped, but then an idea popped into your head. 

"Bruce? Can um… can I ask you a question?"

He pulled back, his thumbs brushing your upper arms, "you can ask me anything, Y/N."

You bit your lip and looked at the floor, suddenly nervous your request would end this whole thing before it even started. "Do you promise not to get mad at me?"

Bruce immediately wrapped his arms around you, "sweetheart, you're the only person I'm not angry around."

You blew out the breath you'd been holding and closed your eyes. "Can I talk to him?" 

He stiffened. "Y/N, I-I don't think th-"

"Please. He won't hurt me, Bruce. He never has. Please, just… please."

Just when you thought he was going to shut this whole escapade down, he slowly stood up. "Promise me you'll run if he gets out of hand."

You nodded and watched as he closed his eyes, his skin, hair, nails, everything turning green while he doubled in size. At first, Hulk was confused. His big eyes look down at you with interest. He huffed and held his hand out for you to take it. 

"Hey, big guy. Can you sit down for me against the wall over there? I wanna talk to you."

He tilted his head and haphazardly stomped to the opposite side of the room before plopping unceremoniously onto the floor making the lab equipment around you rattle.

"Thank you. May I sit on your lap?"

He looked up at you, his large hand gathering the thin material of your outfit between his fingers. "Y/N pretty. Hulk like clothes."

The corner of your mouth turned up into a crooked smirk. "Why thank you, honey. Can I sit down?" You gestured to his huge thigh and watched as he nodded. 

You straddled your hips over one of his legs, because it was impossible to do both, and cupped his face.

"You know how much I love you and Bruce, right?"

He blinked, "yes, Hulk know that."

"Well, I'd like to show both of you how much I love you, but I want to make sure you're okay with everything first."

He waited, the fingers on his right hand holding your waist.

"I want to be with both of you, in a more…intimate way. I wanna make the two of you happy because I love both of you with all my heart."

A low grunt rumbled through his chest. "Hulk love Y/N. But what intimate?" 

You scooted closer and smiled. "Can I kiss you?"

He nodded again, and you slowly leaned in, pressing your lips against his gently. At first, he didn't react, his whole body still except for his steady breathing, but then you felt him kiss back.

You pulled away to see his reaction and moaned when you saw the heat in his eyes.

"How was that, baby?"

His grip on your hips tightened a fraction. "Hulk want more."

You giggled and took his other hand. "I'll give you more, love, but first, I want you to feel how excited I am. You have to be careful with me though, okay?" 

"Hulk no hurt Y/N. Hulk be gentle."

You curled his fingers into a fist, save for his middle one, and brought it to your soaked pussy. "Do you feel that? Feel how wet I am here?"

He slid his large digit back and forth, watching curiously as you bit your lip, and then pulled his hand back to look at his finger. "Yes, Hulk feel."

You maintained eye contact as you sucked and licked your arousal from his skin. "Do you wanna try?"

He wasted no time, a little more sure of himself as he collected more of your juices. He inhaled your scent, a low growl reverberating in his chest as he tasted you. 

"Y/N good. Hulk need more."

You kissed the inside of his wrist and looked at him lovingly. "We can do more, but you really have to be careful, okay? Just one of your fingers is a lot for me to take, so you'll have to go slow."

He sighed softly and gathered a bit of your hair in his hand. "Hulk go slow. Always careful with Y/N."

You brought his hand between your legs again, but this time you guided his middle finger to your entrance. Bracing yourself, you sank down on him and whimpered from the slight stretch.

"Y/N okay?"

You licked your lips and let out a shaky breath, "yeah, baby. I'm fine. You feel so good."

Switching your position, you maneuvered yourself so your back was against his chest. He looked down at you, his free hand tilting your chin up.

"Hulk like when Y/N feel good."

You pulled him down for a chaste kiss and spread your legs so they were draped over his big thighs, "carefully move your finger, okay? Slowly in and out." 

As soon as you felt him pull out and push back in, a breathy moan fell from your lips. "Yeah, baby, just like that."

The sound of his soft grunts, the feeling of his toned muscles rippling against your skin, the way he brushed the sweet spot inside you, it was all so toe-curlingly good. Your second orgasm was building rapidly, making you whine desperately.

"Y/N feel wet. Hulk stop?"

You shook your head and moaned. "No, please don't stop. You're - oh, god! - gonna make me cum. D'you wanna see me do that, baby?"

He adjusted slightly, and suddenly you could feel his very large, very prominent erection pressing against your back.

"Yes. Hulk see Y/N" 

You canted your hips upward, meeting every thrust. "Go a little faster and do this with your finger."

You crooked yours to show him and he obeyed immediately making you cry out. "Oh, my god! Yes, oh, right there… don't stop please baby I'm so close!"

He huffed and grabbed your hand with his free one.

"Oh, fuck baby…yeah, oh, shit! Gonna cum… gonna come oh my g-FUCK!"

You squeezed his hand, your whole body convulsing as your walls fluttered around him repeatedly. He pulled out of you and examined his finger as you recovered from your moment of bliss.

"Hulk do good?" 

You turned around in his arms and kissed him again. "You did, baby. Thank you. Can I make you feel good now too?"

You let your fingertips ghost over the large tent in his shorts and watched as he closed his eyes and growled. The noise alone would scare anyone away, but not you. You knew he'd never harm you.

"Yes. Hulk feel good too."

Carefully, you freed him from his shorts, marveling at his impressive length and girth. "You're so big, baby. Being so good for me." He watched you spit in your hands and snarled when you began to stroke him. 

"Is this okay, love? Does this hurt?"

He threw his head back and panted. "No hurt. Feel good."

You smirked and began twisting your hands as they slid over the shiny green head.

"Remember, honey. Try not to hurt me, okay? I know it feels good, but when you cum you gotta try and stay still for me, alright?"

He gritted his teeth and brought a big hand to your cheek. "Hulk never hurt Y/N. Promise." He let out another choked cry. "Hulk feel funny...here." he pointed to his lower abdomen and you kissed his lips sweetly.

"That's good, baby. It means you're close. Just lean back and close your eyes for me. Let me make you feel good."

He listened and you watched his chest heave and his fists clench. 

"That's it. C'mon. Show me, sweetheart."

A few more strokes were all it took, a loud guttural roar filling the lab as thick ropes of cum coated your hands and his chest.

He stayed like that, panting and twitching, while you looked for a towel to clean him up. Grabbing one of the extra lab coats, you knelt in front of him again and planted a sweet kiss on his forehead.

"You're incredible, baby. I'm so proud of you. Bruce will be too. I knew you'd never hurt me."

He rubbed your sides affectionately as you cleaned him and your hands up. "No way hurt Y/N. Hulk love you."

You kissed his lips. "And I love you, baby. Can I see Bruce now? I wanna tell him how proud of you I am."

He gave you one final smile and closed his eyes, his body slowly becoming smaller until a sweaty Bruce lay slumped against the wall. 

He blinked a few times before he frantically ran his hands over you, looking for any sign of injury.

"Bruce, hey, calm down." You laced the fingers on both your hands with his and looked into his worried brown eyes. "I'm fine. He didn't hurt me, okay? In fact," you held up the lab coat that was now covered in sticky green liquid. "Things went more than okay."

He looked from you to the coat a few times before crashing his lips to yours. His kiss was possessive, nowhere near gentle as he explored your mouth eagerly.

"You were right, baby. I shouldn't have doubted you, but I was just so scared. I can't ever lose you."

You sat back on your haunches and grinned. "I know, honey. We can talk this over later, but right now I need you inside me." 

Bruce stood and pulled you to your feet, immediately pushing you against the wall. "You're perfect. Absolutely perfect, Y/N. I love you so damn much."

He kissed, nipped, and licked at your neck, littering a trail of purple-ish marks anywhere he could reach.

"Fuck, Bruce…"

He hummed and tore the front of your lacy top down the middle. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart. Smooth skin, perfect body, gorgeous face, amazing personality, you're an absolute work of art. I'm so lucky to call you mine. 'M gonna fuck you over and over again until you beg me to stop." 

A needy whine filled the small space between the two of you, your hands fisting in his hair. "Please! Please…want you so bad!"

He spun you around, pressing you against the wall as he undid his pants, kicking them off to the side. "Spread your legs, princess. That's it, brace yourself against the wall too."

You did what he asked and sucked in a sharp breath when he hooked your left leg over his thigh and pressed the head of his cock against your slick hole. "Don't you dare be quiet, you hear me, Y/N? I want every single person in this tower to know you're mine."

Your response died on your tongue as he slammed into you, setting a steady pace. 

You couldn't stay quiet even if you wanted to. Nothing compared to the way his cock made you feel. No toy, no vibrator, not even your fingers felt this good.

"Oh, Bruce! Oh, my fucking god!"

His left arm hugged your middle holding you up while his right wrapped around your throat, squeezing deliciously. "Good girl. Love hearing you scream for me. God, your pussy feels so good, warm and wet around my cock, pulling me in every time I slide home."

You clenched around him and he bit your shoulder. "Fuck! I gotta fill you up, baby. 'M sorry, but I'm not gonna last when you feel this good." 

Your left hand began rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. "'S okay, Bruce… I-I'm close too. Feels - oh, fuck! Oh, my god! - s-so good!"

He was relentless now, the delicious drag of his cock against your walls was hard and fast. "Oh, fuck! That's it, princess. Yeah, that's right, squeeze me just like that. Come on, Y/N…let go with me."

His words were like a trigger, your third orgasm shooting through you like a bullet as he stilled inside you.

The two of you didn't move for a few minutes, the labored sounds of your breathing the only sound around you. Finally, he pulled out and turned you to face him, his lips colliding with yours in a passionate kiss.

"Fuck, that was…that was amazing."

Bruce caressed your cheek and smiled fondly. "Thank you, sweetheart. Thank you for being patient with me and with him too. We wouldn't have made it this far without you, and we owe you everything." 

You kissed him slowly, taking your time to feel him against you. "I love you, Bruce. I'll always help both of you with anything. You both complete me, in every way, and I can't imagine a life without you guys."

He held you close, his fingers sliding up your back and into your hair. He opened his mouth to respond, but F.R.I.D.A.Y. cut him off. "I'm terribly sorry to interrupt Mr. and Mrs. Banner, but Mr. Stark requests entrance to the lab."

Your eyes grew wide in fear of him seeing you naked. "Tell him to give us five minutes please, F.R.I.D.A.Y.."

"Of course, Mrs. Banner." Bruce threw you his clean lab coat, tossing the other one in the trash before pulling on his clothes. 

"Let's take this upstairs, Y/N. I'm not even close to being done with you." He winked and a jolt of arousal shot straight to your core.

"As long as you promise not to go easy on me, baby," you smirked. He swatted your ass and walked past you to the door.

"Oh, princess, now that I know you're safe with me I've got so many plans to take you apart over and over again. You're gonna be putty in my hands when I'm done with you."

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you looked at his hooded eyes. Literally and figuratively, you were fucked. That was just a bonus though because you had everything you wanted. Bruce was yours in every sense of the word. 

Tony walked past you shaking his head, "there better not be a mess in there!"

You giggled and followed Bruce into the elevator. "No promises, Stark!"

Yeah, you thought to yourself, this is finally the start of our forever.

He glared at the closing metal doors, the sight of you and Bruce kissing being the last thing he saw. He smiled against your lips and you saw the happiness in his eyes.

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[ramen-flavored]

Science Bros 🥹

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Devotion

Pairing: Bruce Banner x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1200 words

Outline: Your car got stuck in the heavy rain and Bruce is keen on conducting one experiment.

Warnings: major nipple play, heavy on lactation kink, exhibitionism, car sex, swearing, dirty talk, pet names, daddy kink.

Author’s Note: requested right here. Focused on the lactation aspect because I wanted to frankly and also I love the idea of someone you know prepping your body for them. Anw, hope you'll enjoy!

dividers by @firefly-graphics ​//​ banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・Bruce Banner Masterlist

NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

“Shit!” you moan, throwing your head back on the backseat. There was heavy rain outside and it made everything seem darker even though it was still midday. Bruce uses his teeth to pull down your blouse, his two hands groping your breasts. Five minutes ago he told you he couldn’t drive anymore in this heavy rain and had to pull to the side of the road, and one minute later he joined you in the backseat where you were working on your laptop, closing it for you and then practically jumping on you. But that’s how Bruce was. Feral and demanding. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he’d personally made the weather rain so he could have you. 

“Fuck.” He groans pushing your bra down to expose your breasts. “Keeping them hidden for me. You should never wear a bra ever again.” You try to chuckle at that but his teeth are back on your nipple pulling it, before licking around and sucking on it. If there were pedestrians on the street they could definitely tell what you were up to. He uses one hand to palm your breast and the other to travel down to your core. Bruce liked knowing how wet he was getting you and he loved messes and messy clothes. 

“Bruce…” you whimper as his hand touches your clothed pussy. “You’re getting happy for daddy, sweetheart, huh?” His hands rub you while his lips go back to your right nipple licking it around with the flat of his tongue. “Bruce..!” you want to protest that you have to finish your reports before noon, you have work, people could see you but oh the way he worked on your breasts had you hazy. 

Bruce pulls your nipple again looking at you, his darkened eyes filled with lust, and then pops it off his mouth with a smirk. “I got an idea…” he muses and winks at you. With one final slap on your clothed pussy he lets it go and rises it up to your breast. Using both of his hands he starts pressuring the areola in pumping motions. You almost know what he’s about to do so you just sit back looking at him incredulously at his audacity to try it in a public place. He can tell by the sparkle in your eyes that you are curious and you would let him get away with anything so he continues. 

“Looks very promising.” He muses, a playful tone on his tongue and then he lets go returning to sucking your nipple softly, his hands holding up your breast, leaving the other painfully neglected. You naturally move your hands, one on his fluffy curly hair and one on the other nipple, as he moves further in the position settling better in the car. He is now starting to latch on the nipple completely, shutting his eyes and making muffled moaning sounds. You can tell how much he likes it by the way you can feel his erection against your thigh. 

Bruce loved your breasts and he loved sucking them as much as you loved sucking him. Many times he had fallen asleep with a nipple on his mouth after pounding you hard, which was one of his favorite aspects of aftercare. He knew now, because he was a doctor, of course, that constant stimulation could potentially produce a little bit of milk so he had started conducting experiments. Complete with essays and little sketches of course. And then he loved showing you his research to help him improve. 

He had this system of stimulating your breasts with his mouth every night and every morning for a good ten minutes. Then he’d use his tongue and his hands to make you as desirous as possible and then, of course, sweet release. He liked pleasuring you and keeping you warm and close to him. At any opportunity, he’d use his hands to play with your nipples, especially when you were cuddling or working together. Sometimes you honestly wondered how he managed to get anything done since he seemed to be so obsessed with you and your breasts. 

Bruce lets go of your nipple, probably to take a deep breath because the growl that comes from him is fully animalistic. He knew he could make you cum just from sucking on your breasts, something he has done many many times before but lately, he had been getting a little greedy with himself. 

He is now using both of his hands to massage your breasts, your eyes hazy as they try to follow him, a plead to hang off your lips as you try to rub yourself on him, the erotic play getting a little too much for you. 

“Are you gonna do good for me?”

“Yes, baby, yes!”

“I think I’m almost there. I need you to keep still. Daddy’s going for his meal.”

His lips are back on your nipple and that’s when he starts to work you expertly. He uses the flat of his tongue to lap around the areola and the nipple, the fire in your stomach about to burst. He moves on to licking fast the top of your nipple looking at you, using his other hand to squeeze the breast, and then he begins to suckle on the nipple as if his life depended on it. 

And that’s when it happens, one small pump of milk squirts out of your nipple straight down his throat, and the way he growls, and moves on top of you once he feels it sends you so deep into subspace. His eyes sparkle with his lust looking up at you to watch your reaction as his hands freely grope and grip your breasts, completely in a feral trance. 

And that’s when you orgasm, screaming out his name so loud just as the rain is stopping. Your chest is spasming underneath, shaking with the ferocity of your orgasm and he slowly halts his movements. He unsuckles your breast, only to have his tongue lick it so thoroughly to make sure no drop of milk was wasted at all. 

“Thank you.” He mumbles, his voice still low, a hint of green in his irises. “ You did so well for me baby. So good. I gotta reward you. gotta treat you so good. I’m gonna take such good care of you.” 

You try to respond but you can only make exclamation sounds at him, your orgasm truly feeling like something was ripped from your soul. 

“Oh, I’m about to fuck you so hard.”

And he zipped down his jeans, quickly getting into position. Expertly pushing the panties to the side and sliding inside of you. Oh, he was rock hard and throbbing, your pussy desperate and wet for some action. And then his lips were back on your other slightly neglected nipple and your hands were buried deep inside his curls. And you didn’t get any work done that afternoon. 

And if people passed by the street they pretended they didn’t notice the car practically moving with the speed of his thrusts. 

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[poltergeistsidekick]

I need some more fic content for my f/o's expeditiously, I'm tired of the same obsecure fics and headcanons from 4 years ago. 😩😩I need FOOD please writers I'm begging you. Anyone taking requests or even commissions please let me know I'm fucking starving. I'm not that confident about my writing but fuck it I might have to do it myself

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[theblackestvalkyrie]

#2 - Hulk - Oneshot (Pipe Game Series)

Pairing: Hulk (Bruce Banner) x Giantess!Reader

Summary: Hulk comes back from fighting in the arena and you couldn’t help but get turned on by his performance. Unfortunately, he takes “Hulk Smash” a little too literally. 

Warning:  Kind of awkward smut, dubcon, rough sex, hulk’s fat girthy cock, sex positive reader, unrealistic cervix fucking, pissing/piss kink, painful sex, accidental/surprise orgasm, slight somnophilia, size difference, NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN

A/N:  Keep in mind that there is no Bruce in this fic. It’s strictly Hulk in this one. Comic fans, y’all know they are NOT the same person like the movies try to make it so really, they should be in different tags but whatever. Unfortunately, the rating was 5/10 but I personally think he’d be a 9/10 just on size alone 🤤. Reader is sex positive Is that coded for whore? Maybe lmao. Don’t be offended as I am a proud whore myself and is also a giantess (when compared to other species). Kind of like Bilquis from ‘American Gods’. If you know you know 😏. I took this one too far and a bit off track but I am pent tf up sexually so please be easy on me lol.

PG Chapters: Tony //

Based on this post.

The crowd was electric. Their enthusiastic cries and cheers echoed throughout the arena rising and falling with the wins and losses of warriors as they fought for their lives in the arena. On any other night, you’d be on the prowl looking for someone to bed or drink with but tonight was different. The new champion was fighting tonight.

You licked your lips at the thought as you watched his enormous green figure leap around and smash through the opponents put in front of him. He had hardly debuted and fought just a handful of times but ‘The Incredible Hulk’, as he was introduced before fights, was someone who was quickly making a name for himself.

The Hulk wouldn’t be the first champion you had approached sexually but judging by how thick he was all around; he might just be the last. You couldn’t contain your sexually charged thoughts as you watched him from the seat of your aircraft hovering above the arena.

 Tonight would be the night you would make your move. You had been planning and plotting the entire week while also remaining celibate. Going without sex for a week while not ideal, would be doable but that one week stretched into a month as your schedules never seemed to align. But tonight the stars aligned. You had no scheduled fights and Hulk only had one match scheduled. So, you suffered through the entire thing squirming with legs crossed and slightly out of breath from just watching Hulk fight. Your clit mashed desperately against the seat, pelvis tilting back and forth in wanton desire.

You gripped the steering wheel to stop yourself from shoving your fingers where you needed them the most. The fight predictably ended in Hulk’s favor with the crowd and the Grandmaster going wild. Waiting was the hardest part. It would take some time for him to make his way back to his quarters which gave you plenty of time to land, park, and make your way to his room. You arrived just a few minutes after he entered his apartment you didn’t bother knocking. There was no privacy on Sakaar.

The red and white theme of the room just screamed Hulk. Trophies, both gifted and taken from his opponents by force, littered the floor and made up what little furniture he had. His room even had a full bar of high-end quality liquors and other mind-altering beverages on a fully stocked cabinet.

The Grandmaster's favoritism was blatantly obvious.

There he sat, a warm washcloth draped over his face, arms draped across his heated bathing pool, not a care in the world. You let your eyes trace downward towards his muscular thick chest and the sparse dark chest hair growing there trailing down his abdomen and obscured by the water.

In an effort to make yourself fully known, you let your footsteps become louder making more noise. Immediately he sat up alert and uncovered his eyes watching you like a predator. You and Hulk had never interacted up close but had seen each other in passing so were familiar yet complete strangers to each other.

“You did so well tonight, Hulk. I wanted to help you relax after such a hard job. Will you let me help you? Will you let me be your tool?”

Silence sat between you both as Hulk tilted his head in deep contemplation. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as his dark eyes pierced right through you.

“Hulk owns you?”

You could have come on the spot at his response. This was better than you could imagine. He must have thought you were one of the contracted sex workers the Grandmaster employed, and why wouldn’t he when you showed up with no underwear, a sheer bodycon dress, and zero inhibitions? Having a sexual tryst for a night was good but having someone sexually own you was a new level to you entirely.

“Yes.” No hesitation on your part.

“Strip.” A forceful command that left no room for argument.

You eagerly shed the thin soft fabric of your dress letting it pool around your feet. You could feel his eyes roaming your body studying your perky hard nipples and the intricate design of your pubic hair.

“Come” He gestured waving a wet hand out of the water and splashing water around without a care in the world for the surroundings. The first steps up to the pool were nerve-racking. While he made no move up to come to you, you could see him shifting around in anticipation.

It only made you more excited at the fact that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

Once you were fully into the warm pool the water settled above your belly button leaving your breasts dry and fully on display. You stopped a little shorter than an arm’s length in front of Hulk wondering if this was too close. It was almost comical to be worried about personal space when you entered his room without permission on the basis of fucking his brains out.

Hulk’s hand rose out of the water and cupped your right breast in shameless desire. He looked to be studying your chest like he had never seen a pair before caressing them with a gentleness that betrayed his size. A sweet silence settled between you two as you enjoyed his soft touch but at some point, you started getting tired of the sweetness.

You wanted to get fucked through the floor.

In a move of pure seduction, you slipped a hand under the water and straight to his cock stroking smoothly thanks to the lubrication of the pool.

Your fingers brushed the fat mushroom head as you took in his size. The head was hot even under the warm water and you struggled to wrap your fingers around it. His entire length measured from the tips of your fingers to the end of your elbow and then some. So many nights of struggling because you were a giantess. Nights of accidentally killing men unlucky enough to get sucked up into you during sex and men too scared to partake after hearing the rumors. It all lead to this glorious moment.

Hulk took his cue from you and slipped his fingers between your legs as well just discovering and exploring to his heart's content.

“You a virgin big guy?” You purred squeezing his length lightly.

“Maybe.” He huffed, half in annoyance half in arousal.

You giggled wrapping your other hand around what you couldn’t reach with the other hand still pumping him but adding a little twist to your wrist.

“Will you let me take care of you?”

He nodded and that was all you needed. Apparently, this was all he needed before standing in the deep pool. The water glistened and rolled off his muscles and down his happy trail to the deep v- cut of his pelvis exposing him in all his glory.

Your mouth started watering at the sight of his curved length. It was even better than anything your imagination could conjure up.

His weeping cock head spread precum along your cheek and lips as Hulk prodded your mouth open with his member.

“You suck me.”

You were granted a few seconds to take in all his splendor up close before his swollen head was banging on the back of your throat in inexperienced thrusts. Even with your hands gripping his hips in a death drip didn’t slow him down and you doubted much would deter him from the warmth of your throat.

You could feel your vision going spotty the darkness calling you and you flailed in panic a little. Hulk pulled himself from your throat and you gasped and coughed for breath ignoring the way the mix of saliva and precum dripped down your chin and throat obscenely.

Hulk lifted you over his shoulder and lumbered out of the pool to his trophy bed smacking your ass once and then dumping you on the bed saturating the sheets from your soaking wet bodies.

Unceremoniously he split your legs wide and ground his bloated cock tip into you bumping the nose of your clit and sliding back between your slick lips to your taint and back up again. Sawing back and forth in slow calculated movements.

Back and forth.

Back.

And.

Forth.

“We fuck now.”

He wasn’t even looking at your face but between your legs at his lewd movements. It was like you weren’t even in the room.

Yes please.” You squealed gripping the sheets in anticipation.

He moved then splitting your vaginal opening bigger than your fist. The stretching burned like nothing you had ever felt and you wondered in the back of your mind if this was how giving birth felt.

“Please wait…...Too big… Please….”

He ignored you and continued to push past any tight resistance living up to his title as champion and hit the opening of your cervix. You cried out as his thick girth split you immediately regretting ever approaching Hulk. Thankfully Hulk had enough thought to stop when he hit the doors of your cervix.

His large green hands gripped your hips and overlapped around your smaller figure. You might have been bigger than everyone you came across but Hulk made you feel small this very moment.

The room filled with the wet squelching sounds of your pussy getting hammered all you could do was spread your legs and hold on. You couldn’t keep up with his pace and the fact that it was bringing equal parts pain and pleasure confused you yet brought a feral arousal like you had never known.

“Gods, slow the fuck down!”

Your flailing was starting to annoy Hulk so he pinned you down with his arms and whole body pressing you into the mattress breathing into the side of your face.

“Don’t fight it.”

Babbling in delirium as he worked you over on his shaft like a cock sleeve with reckless abandon. Again the fat tip of his cock was banging at the doors of your cervix nudging you open with every hit. You were helpless to stop him from taking what he wanted.

You could feel the beginning strings of your orgasm knotting up and building. You couldn’t even form words. Falling over the edge with a sob you could feel yourself releasing liquid all over the bed.

Holy shit you just pissed yourself.

You didn’t even have a chance to catch your breath or feel embarrassed as you continued to piss all over the Hulk yet this did nothing to deter him. In fact, it incensed his primal urges and made him go harder smacking into you at a bruising pace as he chased his climax.

Another orgasm hit you by surprise making your vision spotty. Your tightening walls were all the Hulk needed to slam past the opening of your cervix filling it with the swollen crown of his cock and continuing to pump into you sloppily as he came. Drooling into the sheets you faded into a blissed-out darkness.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Coming to, the first thing you could sense was the wet squelching of your pussy still getting fucked. Unable to do anything but watch yourself get fucked in the reflection of the window. Fucking against the window so everyone can see. The Hulk growled possessively into your neck as he came into your stretched-out cervix with a groan.

“Mine…….Mine….”

#Pipe Game Series #hulk x reader #the hulk x reader #black reader #oneshot #marvel fic

[yanderemcu]

Yandere Bruce Banner Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you) 

Holding,hugging,kissing,hand on you,arm over shoulder, holding hands,stroking,caressing

B=Bound (How much do they share with you) 

Tells you everything

C=Cruel (How do they punish you) 

Isolation

D-Desire (How long until they take you) 

1 month

E=Even (To what level are they dominant) 

Same level as you

F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you) 

Get married

G=Gifts (What do they give you) 

Clothes,blankets,pillows,flowers,stuff animals

H=Hell (Worst experience with them) 

Hulk moments

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you) 

6/10

J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous) 

Hulk beats anyone up if they come near you

K=Killing (How do they handle killing) 

Hulk destroys them

L=Language (What is their love language) 

Quality time and words of affirmation

M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way) 

If your sweet to him or show him a bit of affection

N=No (To what strength would they go for you) 

He'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you) 

He'd do anything for you

P=Pet names(What do they call you)  

Love,hunny,sweetheart,sweetie,princess, my love, darling,my sweet, my flower

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died) 

Shuts everything out

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away) 

Youlel have Hulk chasing after you

S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you) 

8/10

T=Type  (What type of yandere are they) 

Caring,Sweet,Clingy,Shy,Delusional, Possessive, Overprotective

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes) 

There's two of them Hulk and Bruce

V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back) 

Tries to remain calm and leave you alone

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will) 

No

X=X-Ray (How much do they keep hidden from you) 

Nothing

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you) 

1/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together) 

Holds you in his arms

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[blakeswritingimagines]

Nicknames

Iron Man: 

Sweetness - 7/10, uses it when he's out and about with you or during parties as he proudly states your his.

Babe - 20/10, uses it much without thinking or when he needs your attention.

My Love - 8/10, mainly used when it's just the two of you and his walls are down.

Babydoll - 6.5/10, used in a teasing way or when he's trying to butter you up for something.

Spider-Man: 

Darling - 8/10, mainly used in front of others even if he gets embarrassed but likes how it sounds.

Sweetness - 6/10, used when he's trying to butter you up or smooth things over.

Lovebug - 9/10, mainly used when it's just the two of you in soft and intimate moments.

Nugget - 10/10, used to tease you and have fun with you.

Hulk: 

Love - 10/10, such a softie for you, and has a lovestruck look in his eye when he uses it.

Honey - 5.5/10, mainly used when he needs/wants your attention.

Better half - 4/10, used during quiet moments between you both when you're both being open with each other.

Sweetie - 8/10, even when angry and hulked out this slips out without thinking.

Captain America: 

Dear - 85/10, uses it without thinking but always with a smile.

Darling - 5/10, how he calls you to get your attention but thinks you look cute.

Sweetie - 7/10, used when it's just the both of you, but he does use it around friends.

Angel - 9/10, how he introduces you to others since he thinks it's cute and sweet, especially with everything he's gone through.

Winter Soldier:

My Sunshine - 10000000/10, only used when alone and for certain that it's just a private moment between you both.

Darling - 5.5/10, used when he's trying to get your attention but will use it around others.

Sweetheart - 10/10, used when he's introducing you to others or whenever he can really.

Doll - 12/10, when he's teasing you or giving you a hard time which is alot.

Black Panther: 

Beloved - 50/10, Used whenever and however he can fit it into a conversation even if it's not with you then he's talking about you.

Dear Heart - 8/10, Used when it's just the two of you which he enjoys feeling it's a special thing that you two of you have.

Other Half - 10/10, When introducing you to everyone even if they already know you he's still going to announce you as this because he can.

My Queen/King - 80/10, Even before he was ruling he was calling you this as if he knew you would be beside him for it.

Doctor Strange: 

My Love - 7/10, Used between just the two of you since he's not often soft around many others.

Baby - 4.5/10, Feels it's overused but can't help himself sometimes when it slips off his tongue to you as it's used whenever.

Sweetheart - 10/10, How he'll introduce you to others or when it's just the two of you normally said with a smile.

Sunshine - 8/10, Normally used when teasing you or giving you a hard time.

Thor: 

My Heartbeat - 6/10, It took him some time to find some nicknames, especially after learning how to use them, and liked this one mainly when it's just you two or around certain friends.

My Life - 8.5/10, Used whenever or when he's introducing you to people.

Sweet Thing - 7/10, Used when he's trying to butter you up or when he's trying to get his way but being cute about it.

Princess/Prince - 10/10, Even if you don't match his background he still holds you in the highest regards.

Ant-Man: 

Baby - 6/10, Used when he's trying to get your attention or without thinking much about it.

Babycakes - 10/10, Used whenever he can get away with it nor will he care much about who's around.

Snooknums - 10/10, Will use it around others or when it's just the two of you but does enjoy saying it to you.

Cupcake - 10/10, Used when it's just the two of you even if it has almost slipped out a few times around others.

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[teenageheartthrob]

I'm in Deep with This Girl (Bruce Banner x Reader)

Category: Fluff, tiny bit of angst

Ship: Bruce Banner x Reader

Trigger Warnings: Mention of attempted suicide (Bruce)

Summary: Bruce recalls how you met and got to where you are today.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: My baby boy Bruce does not get enough love and it makes me sad, he's one of my favourites in the MCU :( So I wrote something for him

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Bruce Banner had only three or four defining moments in his life that made him feel like he wasn’t himself, wasn’t a coward. That’s how he used to define himself- cowardly.  A man much more likely to choose flight than fight. In his very scientific opinion, he would’ve been a much better person if he had of been born as someone other than himself. 

As such, there has been many times when the doctor felt he wasn’t in control of his own life, not least because he had two consciousnesses occupying his mind, body and soul. 

In Bruce’s mind, any time he wasn’t acting like himself, it was a good thing, except, of course, for the times Hulk felt mass destruction was in order. For the first few decades of his life, he was fully supportive of this philosophy. Little did he know, all it would take to begin to crumble this fragile mentality was a few short weeks with an unlikely source of happiness for the man. 

...

The day Bruce finally decided to stick that damn gun down his throat rather than just staring at it, he was comforted by the thought that he would be doing…it, his way- not through Hulk’s recklessness or someone else’s means. Of course when Hulk spit Banner’s bullet straight back out, Bruce resigned himself to living a sub-standard life. One devoid of any real joy or passion, save for his work. 

He knew the day Hulk first appeared in his life, he would never find love again. Not that he had really found requited love before. In high school, being the nerdy kid got him into more trouble than it was worth. Of course now he is successful and his bullies are struggling with their 9-5, minimum wage lives. 

Bruce found himself laughing quietly over this thought as he, Thor and Scott walked down the streets surrounding Stark Tower. Scott, as per usual, was hungry and for the past week, had been trying desperately to convince anyone that would listen, to try a new Japanese restaurant that opened up nearby with him. The Asgardian god was intrigued by the promise of raw fish and a drink that Scott had assured him rivalled the quality of Asgardian mead. 

Thor would later find out Scott Lang was simply a light-weight due to his constantly changing metabolism. This was a heartbreak the God of Thunder would not soon recover from. 

It was a brisk morning in New York City when Bruce had overheard this conversation and decided he could use some air. 

This was how he found himself walking the same route he did most days. Despite living in a tower with unlimited technology, one of the simple pleasures in Bruce’s day was a short walk to get coffee from his favourite hole-in-the-wall cafe. It made him feel normal, like he wasn’t sticking out like a big green thumb. 

In order to reach the quaint location, Bruce had to pass by an establishment by the name of Murphy’s. Despite the implication, it was not an Irish pub. This usually made Bruce chuckle and as such, it stuck out in his brilliant mind, however this was not the only reason for its notability. Murphy’s was also where Bruce found his other simple pleasure in his otherwise stressful and frankly one-dimensional life. 

You.

Each day he passed, Bruce snuck a look into the cafe to see if the girl who had caught his eye all those months ago was there. The first time he saw you, you were serving drinks to an older couple. You had obviously been working a few hours already. Your hair had fallen slightly out of place, meaning you were constantly brushing it out of your eyes, and your apron was covered in what he could only assume was powered sugar from the cakes in the cabinet of the shop. 

Bruce looked up by chance. He noticed how tired you appeared, yet you still took the time to connect with your customers, smiling and laughing. Listening to them. Perhaps this was drew Bruce to you, your ability to listen instead of dominating the conservation, something he was not typically used to having himself. 

Bruce watched you smile again at the couple as he walked on. He knew he was doomed from the minute the voice of the green giant himself uttered “pretty lady.”

...

Since then, his habit had become routine, and despite passing by a little later than usual, the doctor hoped you were still there. 

Scott and Thor continued their quite frankly, childish, discussion about whether or not Thor could have taken down a T-Rex when Bruce’s eyes wandered to the cafe. 

His heart dropped a little as his quick glance for you was unyielding. 

“Banner, the insect does not believe I fought Hulk. Tell him about the Grand…Banner?” Thor spoke, trailing off when Bruce didn’t respond. 

Shit. He’d been caught. 

Thor stopped walking and followed Bruce’s gaze. Just his luck, you emerged from the kitchen as the Norse god realised what was happening. 

A smile spread across the blond’s face. “She is a fine maiden, Banner.”

In response to Thor’s comment, a blush appeared on the shorter’s face. This was for two reasons. Firstly, because it was true. You were gorgeous and Bruce suddenly realised how stupid he was to think that you wouldn’t have someone at home waiting for you. Secondly, he realised how idiotic he’d been to even think that he had a chance with you. 

Scott, who had finally realised he was walking alone, had quickly retreated back to the group and assessed the situation. 

“Bruce, go talk to her. What’s the worst that can happen?” Lang suggested sincerely. 

“I don’t know, you guys. I’m not that type of person.”

“Banner,” Thor said softly to his friend, “no reward ever comes from chances not taken.”

“What he said,” Scott concurred, “Go get her, buddy. We’ll see you at the tower later!”

The superhero quickly grabbed Thor’s arm and dragged him away, leaving Bruce outside the cafe wondering what to do. 

In the end, Bruce decided he didn’t feel like being himself today. 

It was a blur as he walked into Murphy’s. The sweet smell of caramel and coffee enveloped him, thankfully even in his panic-driven state, Bruce decided a table by the back wall was a safe choice. 

At least that way he could see the whole room. It seemed some habits couldn’t be broken and he realised, that was in fact, the very thing that had gotten him where he was now. 

He eyed off the other patrons as you came over to greet your new customer.

“Hi, welcome to Murphy’s. What can I get you?” Bruce realised he had to speak but the words were caught in his throat, you were even more beautiful up close. “Sir, are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine, I’m so sorry about that.” Bruce willed himself to take deep breaths. “I was actually wondering when your shift finishes. I was hoping that you’d maybe like to sit together and um, have a coffee possibly? Or not, considering it’s your whole job. Never mind, forget I asked.”

“I’d love to,” you interrupted Bruce’s rambling. He didn’t think it was possible but your smile grew even wider and he quickly discovered it was infectious. 

“Wow, um, great! Sorry I’m just surprised.”

“I finish in 10 minutes. Can I get you something in the meantime?” You had asked him, heart fluttering. 

“Oh, um, no thank you. But what’s your name if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Of course not. It’s Y/N L/N.”

‘Y/N,’ Bruce repeated in his mind, ‘beautiful.’

…

Bruce emerged from the memory as you changed your position in his lap. He had been reading to you, and knowing you would fall asleep, he had the pair of you wrapped in the warmest blankets he could find. 

He started down at the unbelievable woman in his arms and placing a loving kiss to your hairline,  reminisced about how he got so lucky. 

… 

From day one, you’d always managed to surprise him, the man of science who thought he knew his fair share about the world. And maybe that was why you worked so well together. You provided Bruce with the flare he felt his life was lacking. You were the spark he needed to re-ignite his passion for life. 

Quickly after you’d agreed to have coffee with the doctor, Bruce realised he was about to have his first date with you, and as he’d already been proven to do, he rambled nervously. He was pleasantly taken-aback as later on, you recounted information he’d told you, back to him. Not only did you listen to him but you asked questions. You were genuinely interested in him and to take it one step further, you did something not many people dared to do with him, you sassed him. 

“Save your breath, Banner,” you’d told him, “you’ve got me.”

In that moment, he thought maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t so bad to be Bruce Banner after all. But oh boy, there was two moments in the doctor’s life with you that surpassed those easily, making him feel like being Bruce Banner was the best thing he could ever be.

…

“I’m sorry, I’m probably not the guy you were expecting. It’s just that my friends told me to come and talk to you and well, here I am.”

“Bruce,” you started, “is it okay if I call you that?”

He nodded.

You knew who we was, of course you did, and you wanted to respect the title he’d worked so hard to get. Scribbling on a nearby napkin, you continued talking, happy with his consent. 

“I’m really happy your friends told you to come in. Truth is, I’ve noticed you too, but I can’t exactly chase a man down the street in the middle of my shift,” you chuckled, sliding him the napkin. “I’m really sorry, I have to go. I’m not ghosting you I swear, this was really great. I just have a thing.”

Bruce took the napkin, feeling his heart sink a little. He never wanted the moment to end. “I understand.”

“I’m sorry, but there’s my number. Call me yeah? I know where you get your coffee if you don’t.”

Bruce, who was still in shock that you even wanted to see him again, simply smiled as you walked out of the cafe, offering him a final wave. 

It’s usually a sign that it has been a good day for Bruce  when he returns to the tower and Tony Stark asks him if he’s okay because he’s ‘smiling like a mad man.’  

For a week Tony asked him that question, and from that day onwards, Tony knew the key to Banner’s good mood had something to do with you. 

…

The second moment, Bruce remembered, was in his opinion, the best of his life so far. It was the night you told him about your feelings for him. 

As he himself was falling asleep on the couch, book abandoned, he recalled how utterly stunning you were the night of Tony’s last fundraiser ball. 

… 

You had thought long and hard about your dress choice. You wanted to impress Bruce as this was the first time he would be seeing you in anything like this outfit. Not to mention that you’d also planned on taking things to the next level with him. 

This was your seventh date and when he’d asked you to be his during date number three, you were over the moon. A month later and you were ready to say it, the thing you’d felt since your first date with the gorgeous doctor. The ‘L’ word. 

Bruce, naturally, was oblivious to your feelings and was still reeling that you’d even said yes in the first place. But the moment he saw you in that stunning split-leg red dress, he felt his heart swell with pride. All these people in the room with their eyes on you and you were his. You chose him. 

You quickly made your way over to your boyfriend, hiding in his arms and muttering that everyone was watching you. 

He’d simply said ‘of course they are, look at you’ and kissed you so sweetly you thought you might swoon. You were sure your cheeks matched the colour of your dress. 

You mingled with everyone for a while, talking with Dr. Cho about new medical technological advances, and Steve Rogers about the ‘good old days.’ Everyone was polite and accommodating, you realised you felt more at ease than you thought you would.

Across the room, Thor patted Banner’s back, smiling like a proud big brother, and secretly congratulating himself for being responsible for the connection between you two. 

You managed to catch Bruce’s eye soon after and motioned to the bar, moving over after saying your goodbyes to Steve. 

“Having a good time?” Your boyfriend asked you. He knew you sometimes struggled with new people and crowds. 

“Yeah, I am,” you replied, holding his hand from the adjacent seat.

“I’m glad honey. Now let’s get you a drink and pretend I’m the man of your dreams,” Bruce chuckled nervously, it was a joke from a dinner you’d had a few weeks back.

As he flagged down the bartender, you realised this was your chance. 

“I think you just might be, Doctor Banner.”

“Wait, what? Really?!” he questioned, trying to recover from choking on his own spit.

“Yes, Bruce,” you laughed softly. You placed a hand on his cheek and moved so your knees were touching, “In fact, I think I love you…”

You searched the brunet’s face for any signs of a reaction as he stared at you, mouth agape. Before you could apologise or ask if he was okay, you felt your lips being pulled against his. 

You had never felt so much passion, let alone known Bruce was even capable of kissing like that. 

“I love you too, Y/N, so much.”

…

You stirred and realised Bruce’s snoring was the cause of your rude awakening. He had shifted down the couch so that he was lying flat, with you still wrapped in his arms, ear to his chest. 

“The only benefit of the other guy,” he’d once told you, “is that I can protect you from anything.”

You smiled to yourself as the words rang in your ears. Lifting your head, you placed a kiss on the doctor’s cheek. 

“I love you,” you whispered before sleep took you again. 

Despite you constantly reminding him of your love, over the coming months , Bruce would often experience doubt about why you were with him. You knew who he was and who he became when he hasn’t himself. 

It had taken a long time for you to convince Bruce that Hulk made him a better person, he was not a seperate entity to be feared but a part of him, and that loving Bruce meant loving Hulk too. Hulk very much liked the sound of that and slowly came out to spend more time with ‘his Y/N.’

You trusted Bruce. He saw your demons as you saw his and you knew that was what likely made your relationship feel so effortless, so natural. You didn’t think of Hulk as a demon though, simply an extension of Bruce and it gave you more of him to love. Loving Bruce Banner was all you wanted to do for the rest of your life.

Bruce still passed by Murphy’s every day. But now, it was to get coffee from his girl.

And he knew he was the luckiest person in the world as you threw a kiss in with every cup. 

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[fandomnerd9602]

Bree Banner walks up to Y/N, blushing…

Bree: so I worked out a little deal with Hulk

Y/N: oh really?

Bree: no interruptions. Tonight’s our night.

Bree settles into Y/N’s lap, giggling contentedly…

Bree: (whispers) I have you all to myself

Y/N: absolutely perfect

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Run (you belong to me)

AN: It's time for my annual 'you're going to hell' post. You're in a relationship with Bruce Banner, which ultimately means you're also in a relationship with his alter ego, Hulk.

Hulk had his first taste of intimacy with you in Pretty Girl, and you've found that you're happy to cater to both of your partner's proclivities...

I'm using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Thanks to my beta @sidepartskinnyjeans who even did maths with me to try and work out some 'sizing'. We couldn't come to any definative answer, and the internet also gave a range of answers. I've therefore left 'size' undefined other than 'big, but not impossible'.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

CW: Primal Play, Breeding, Explicit Sexual content, bit of size kink and power exchange, smidge angst

Word Count: 2.1k

The mistake you made was looking back. The reason it was a mistake was because it meant you weren’t focused on what was in front of you.

Crack!

The sound of the twig breaking under your foot was loud in the comparative silence of the woods. 

You’d gotten a head start, and so far you hadn’t heard any signs of pursuit, but you knew it was a matter of time - he was just waiting for you to make a mistake, and give him some indication of where you were.

And now you’d given him one.

You froze, ears straining, hoping against hope that the sound had been too quiet for him to pick up. A moment crept by, then another, and then you heard it, the sound that made your heart both sink and race at the same time; a loud roar that caused the birds to take flight from the other side of the wood.

All attempts at stealth were now useless, the effort you’d put into staying downwind of him and as silent as possible had been an utter waste of time. Your only option now was to run, and try to get out the other side of the woods before he found you.

You shot off as fast as you could, sprinting across the scrub, ducking under low hanging branches and leaping over logs and rocks. Your heart pounded in your chest and you drew in ragged breaths as you went. You were glad for the hours spent on the gym treadmill, but you were by no means an athlete. And, you didn’t have the insane enhanced stamina of your pursuer. However, you had to try - you had to get away.

You kept going and the trees started to thin; you were reaching the edge of the woods, you were going to do it!

An almost deafening bellow sounded from behind you and you whipped your head around, and saw him, crashing through the trees, the black hair on his head pointing at all angles, small trees and saplings bending and cracking as he passed. Then he stopped, snorted and smiled. Your movement slowed, confusion crossing your face.

What was he doing? Why had he stopped?

He brought his hands in front of him and realisation struck. Panic spiked and you sped up, even though you knew it was pointless.

He clapped. Once and firmly. 

You heard it, and then, moments later, you felt the results. The ground, the very air, rumbled and you were knocked over, sprawling in the dirt and leaves. You tried to fight the disorientation, shaking your head and blinking, as you struggled to get up. Then it all went dark as the blue of the sky was blotted out by his massive frame.

“Caught you, Pretty Girl!”

Hulk grinned as he pulled you up from the forest floor.

“You thought you could run from Hulk, ha! No escaping Hulk.”

He lifted you closer to his face and he pressed his nose against your neck, inhaling deeply and then chuckling, a sound that was so deep and sonorous it almost made you vibrate.

“Let me go!”  You squirmed, futilely, in his grip.

“No. You belong to Hulk. Hulk’s now, to play with.”

You drummed your fists on his forearms and kicked out with your feet, but they bounced straight off his broad muscles.

“No, no, no!”

“Pretty Girl will like it. Will enjoy playing with Hulk. But Pretty Girl is too covered.”

He hooked his index finger into the neckline of your top, and with a brief pull, ripped it down the middle, so that it hung in tatters off your arms. A second, almost gentle, tug destroyed your bra. 

Hulk huffed as he looked at your semi-bared form, his gaze drinking in every freckle, every stretch mark, as if they were the brush strokes of a master painter. And your breath caught in your throat, all thoughts of fleeing gone from your head. The way he had man-handled you, and the way he looked at you, primal and animalistic made your pussy pulse inside your jeans.

He cocked his head to the side, sniffed the air, and then grinned.

“Pretty Girl excited.”

With more care than anyone would think, Hulk brushed away leaves and debris from the ground with his foot, and then lay you gently on the soft earth. He tugged at your jeans until those fell in strips away from your body, and your underwear proved to be no barrier at all.

“Please!” You weren’t even sure what you were begging for at this point.

The Hulk huffed again, then, kneeling in the mulch over your body, he encased the whole of one breast in his mouth, and very carefully rubbed the rough pad of his giant thumb over the other.

Pleasure lanced through you, your hands scrabbling in the dirt as he started to lay claim to your body. Your whines and moans seemed to spur him on and he gently stroked his large hands over your body as he suckled on each breast in turn. God, he made you feel so small.

A finger prodded between your legs, sliding into your folds, which were embarrassingly slick. Without thought, your legs opened further, and you groaned low in your throat as his finger pressed inside you, stretching you, filling you. This was all so wrong, but, fuck, did it feel right, you the prey, the well earned prize for this predator, your only job now to slake his appetites.

He released your breast with a lewd pop, and grinned down at you, dark and feral.

“Pretty Girl belongs to Hulk now. Not Banner. Hulk better than Banner.” He laid a hand over your stomach, gently caressing. “Hulk fill Pretty Girl with Hulk babies. Make Banner jealous.” 

He kissed you then, his gentleness so at odds with his size and public demeanour. Your dirt covered hands came up to cup his cheeks as his lips pressed against yours. Then, just as swiftly, he was pulling away and burying his face between your thighs, licking at your entire sex as he continued to finger you. 

Now you were glad that you were outside, away from anywhere and anyone else; you no longer wanted anyone to hear you, the way you were moaning and groaning under the sexual onslaught of a person the rest of the world saw as a monster. 

He slowly added a second finger besides the first, his saliva and your own arousal easing the way, but you still had to will your body to relax and accept him.

“Oh god!” You cried out at the sensation and your giant lover raised his head with a mirthful smile.

“No God, Pretty Girl. Only Hulk.”

He pumped his fingers slowly, watching the play of emotions across your face, before returning his face to your core. You could feel the stirring of your orgasm starting to wrap, tendril like, around you. It wouldn’t take a lot now to tip you over the edge.

That’s when he pressed in a third finger.

You screamed, all of the air in your lungs escaping in one go, and you thrashed around in the loose earth, wave after wave of pleasure wracking your comparatively small body. Hulk continued to feast on you, prolonging your pleasure until your body went slack beneath him and your screams turned to stuttered whimpers. Your eyes fluttered shut and you drew in breath after shuddering breath as you tried to process the dizzying sensations still jolting through your frame. 

Hulk carefully pulled his fingers from you, and shuffled around, huffing, before lifting you, lying down himself and laying you across his form. And that’s when you felt it. 

Your eyes shot open and you looked down, to where you lay with his very long, very thick cock nestled between your thighs.

“Pretty Girl should ride Hulk. Easier.”

You blinked, unable to tear your eyes away, your brain sluggish in its post orgasmic haze. A sharp sting as he slapped your ass had you jerking your head up to look at him.

“Ride. Or Hulk will be on top.”

You gulped, filled with trepidation. But you’d taken three of his fingers - you could take his cock, right? And he was right, at least if you were on top, you’d have some control over speed and depth.

Shifting, you balanced your knees on his corded thighs and, licking your lips, looked down at his cock properly. You’d have to be careful, but it didn’t look wholly impossible, and some of those veins and ridges… well, your breathing picked up again and your clit pulsed as you considered them.

With a sound of impatience, Hulk took himself in hand, holding his cock steady so that you could centre yourself. Moving a hand to your pussy, you started to stroke yourself in the way you knew made your arousal flow. You lowered yourself until you felt his tip start to breach you, then started up small, shallow bounces. From the corner of your eye you saw his eyes widen and his nostrils flare as he felt your pussy start to envelop him. Your moans were in sync when his head finally popped in.

Hulk’s face softened, and he looked at you in awe. You couldn’t help but grin at him, your roles in this game now discarded, as with each small roll of your hips, more and more of him disappeared inside you, until you had taken as much as you could. You braced your hands on his solid stomach, and with a coquettish smile rose up gently and then sank slowly back down. It was his turn now to fist the earth as your wet warmth encased him.

“Hey, Big Guy. Doing okay there? Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me.”

He bit his lower lip, but nodded as you continued to move. He still had one hand around his base, and as you moved, your clit rubbed over the knuckle of his thumb. As each minute passed your body became used to the intrusion, the sheer size of him, and although there was no way you could bounce away with abandon, it definitely became easier. And looking down on this man was powerful. That a force of such destruction, a literal living weapon, was effectively neutralised by your touch made your head spin. He grunted under your ministrations, obviously almost completely overwhelmed by sensation.

“I’m gonna cum, baby. You gonna cum too? Gonna fill me up, give me your babies, yeah?”

All he could do was growl, the sound broken by the crack of a small sapling under his hand. 

You revelled in the feel of his thick shaft twitching inside you as you moved, each pronounced vein providing another point of pleasure. You were so close, but you couldn’t reach it. Your eyes met his again, and you knew that Bruce had spoken to him, when Hulk uttered one word to you.

“Cum.”

Your second orgasm was just as powerful as your first, although this time you had virtually no voice left, your scream effectively silent, as you shook atop him, your nails curling into his virtually indestructible flesh. As quiet as you were in your pleasure, Hulk was the opposite. He turned his head away from you and roared as his own orgasm hit. His hips bucked up and you had to steady yourself, as you felt his cum pour into, and then spill out of, your spasming pussy. You ground yourself against his hand hanging onto each last thread of bliss before collapsing over his stomach and chest and letting yourself rest.

Your eyes blinked back open as Hulk gently petted your head and back.

“Bet Banner can’t make Pretty Girl feel good like Hulk can.”

You smiled to yourself - he was always worried that you didn’t like him as much as his alter-ego, no matter how much you told him you loved him, so he had a tendency to try and one-up the scientist.

“You know what else you can do, Big Guy? Carry me back to the cabin, I’m filthy and gross, and so are you. I need a bath, and you, or Bruce will need one too.” You slapped a hand against his thigh jovially. “Come on, up.”

“Pretty Girl is bossy. Hulk in charge.” He might have grumbled at you, but he still got to his feet, with you cradled in one arm, your own wrapped around his thick neck. The pair of you were covered in dirt and cum, with twigs and leaves in your hair, but you’d never had so much fun. You pressed a loving kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“If you say so.”

You might never be able to have biological children with your boyfriends, but sometimes it was nice to pretend.

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[loverforfanfiction]

[This is my first request]

Imagine the marvel men getting a plus size girlfriend

Tony stark

:he wouldn't have a problem

:but I think it would be his first time

:he would think your pretty and weight wouldn't matter

:he loved every thing about you and your weight just adds to it

:he would praise you for being you

Steve rogers

:as you know from back in the day he had the hots for Peggy so it took a long time to even notice you

:you were a friend of Tony's and he had invited you to a avengers party

:he would always see you around but what caught his eye was what you were wearing

:he thought you were beautiful

:and sooner or later he asked you out and yes he shocked himself

:he didn't think weight matter [ he is a super solider]

: your weight didn't make him love you any less

Bucky barnes

:when he first saw you ohhh he had never seen someone more beautiful but then his insecurities came back

:sooner or later he got the courage to talk to you and the rest is history

:he never really thought about your weight though

:but when he did nothing changed he thought you were like a pillow full of love

Clint Barton

:since he was usually on the job it took long for him to notice

:you were a shield agent and nats best friend

So once he noticed you he thought of you as ever other girl nothing special till he got to know you

:and your weight didn't affect him he thought it was cute and loved to see u in his shirts

Loki

: since he was from asgard he didn't think about it as much

:he saw it as rare beauty because we're he was from he only had

The most finest of fine throwing thereselves at him

:but when he came to earth he saw you the star avenger but also the quietest

:but when he started dating you if anyone dare talk about your weight he turned them into a pig

:again weight didn't matter

Peter parker

:since he was still a teen he didn't really care he still had exploring to do also in dating

:so when he say you he thought "wow she must be new I should help her "

: you know how it goes friends to lovers and that was what you guys were

:your weight didn't matter he thought it helped you out it made you look better than the basic girls at school

Thor

:as also since he was from asgard he had the basic girls throwing them selves around

:but when he got to earth he say you for your true beauty your mind

:again weight didn't matter but his favorite things on you were jeans

Quicksliver

:he would find It very attractive

:he wouldn't care one bit about it

:if it didn't bother you it didn't bother him

:it was like a fluffy beautiful cuddle buddy

:he would fight if anyone said anything about your weight

Bruce banner [ I had the limit of gifs ]

:as you know he was the hulk him self so he felt like he didn't have a say about it

:but it didn't make him less attracted to you

:he would hulk if anyone talked about your weight

Sam wilson

:he really like really didn't care

:but if you cared he would be your talking buddy making sure your ok and knowing your loved

:and he would feed you alot [a bonus to dating the falcon ]

Last but not least ..... ant man

:again since he had problems himself he had no room to talk

:he had met you while you were walking and bumped into making you spill your drink

And offered to pay

:after that he asked for a date

:he loved you for your weight and it made him want you more

[This took me a hour to make so a like or a follow would be nice but you dont have to I write for fun so pls like so I know you want more this is my last writing tonight because i posted about 4 today but I will write tomorrow and I still am taking requests]

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NSFW Alphabet with bruce banner please? 👀

Pairing: Bruce Banner x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 2200 words

Warnings: multiple sex positions, roughhousing, comeplay, lactation, praise, breeding, daddy kink, exhibitionism, sex toys, oral, fingerfucking, nipple play, oral fixation. Let me know if I forgot anything major!

Author’s Note: Here you go, nonnie and I hope you will enjoy! I got 2 more requests for Bruce rn!

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Main Masterlist ・❥・Bruce Banner Masterlist

NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Bruce’s body is like a furnace so he prefers staying naked after sex and of course he needs to also have you locked in his arms, kissing your collarbones and praising you even if it’s been more than two hours since doing it. Bruce is a big cuddler and he is a very romantic man so kissing each part of your body, applying aloe gel and body lotions on your body or even helping you to a bath and a massage afterward is very common from him. What’s more important to him is to spend each moment with you as much as possible. He needs you and he loves you and he never stops showing his feelings to you. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Bruce’s favorite part of himself is his lips. He is the kissing kind, he loves kissing you, in any part of your body whether intimate or romantic or with sexual intention. He loves kissing and he loves touching and caressing your body and your face. His touch is always soft, radiating the warmest, kindest kind of heat. As for their partner’s? Bruce has always been a boobs man. He likes staring at them no matter their size. He loves sucking on your nipples and using them as stress relievers and he loves watching you getting dressed and leaving a bit of a v line just for him. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Bruce’s gamma radiation allows him to produce more cum than a regular human could and much more thick as well. So obviously he loves doing it and painting you with his cum, loves to shoot it inside you and then watch your holes as you leak out. He also likes it when it drips down your chin and he cums down your throat and doesn’t give you any room to breathe while you’re suffocating on it. Bruce loves feeding you well and he also likes knowing you fell asleep with him cum and his cock inside you. Bruce also has thick fingers and one of his favorite things to do is collect some cum after he finished inside you and then give you his fingers, moaning as you do so. And he tastes deliciously good. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Bruce’s dirty secret is that he is into lactation. He loves sucking on your breasts and nursing you. He likes attaching himself to your breasts and massaging your nipples and when he ever manages to make you produce some? Oh, he gets feral feral. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Bruce is an experienced man. He knows how to please a woman and he loves learning your body and all of its tricks and nerves. He knows very well what he is doing and how to move his hips and his cock to the maximum effect possible. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Bruce loves it when you ride him so he can have your breasts inside his mouth, his hands around your back, your body nothing but your toy. He likes watching you roll your hips and especially once you get tired he loves gripping you tight and hammering his cock inside you, making you squirm and shout from up above him. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Bruce is a little more serious rather than goofy, he sees the sexual act as something deep as exhanging souls between two bodies so he always make sure to talk to you and kiss you throughout. But that doesn’t mean that he won’t laugh on a funny moment or an accidental punch with an elbow. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Bruce knows how to take care of himself and he is always well groomed in all aspects. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Bruce is a very romantic man. He loves telling you how much he loves you, he loves stopping just to kiss your forehead or your lips and caress your face and your chin or your cheeks. He shows you his affection throughout the act and never fails to make you feel adored and worshiped. Sometimes in missionary he will hold your chin while staring deep inside your eyes telling you how much in love he is with you. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Bruce doesn’t masturbate that often. He much prefers to being inside you, the times he does it is usually for video or phone sex when you guys are long distance. He wraps his big hand around his cock and moves it up and down without ever touching his tip. He loves it when you are watching him like this, particularly salivating at their sight and that’s what usually makes him finish. Also at the beginning of your relationship he tends to think of your voice and your laugh and your pretty body when he is jerking his cock. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bruce is a very kinky guy. He does have a breeding kink, and he does have a breast fixation, he also prefers a woman with an oral fixation, loving shoving his fingers inside one’s mouth. He likes a little bit of spit and he loves a little bit of objectification. Also a clear sub/dom dynamic. He also loves spanking you and marking you up. Bruce likes a little bit of everything as long as you are submitting to him. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bruce is a little bit obsessed with having you out in the wild and in any public place. He likes the thrill and he loves knowing he could have you anywhere he wanted to. But he is also impartial to showers. Always a fantastic time for a quickie. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

His favorite thing about you keeps him going: your breasts. Just a glimpse or a lower shirt or you touching your breast absentmindedly makes him feral with desire. Is an instant turn on for him. During the act he loves it when you praise him and when you call him daddy, the more vocal you are, the more feral he becomes. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bruce doesn’t have a lot of turn offs. He doesn’t particularly like handjobs, finds them unnecessary and he doesn’t like it when you touch yourself during the act, he wants to be one to make you cum. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Bruce loves eating pussy. He loves doing it and he loves working with you and watching you get wet and sensitive for him. He loves pushing his fat fingers inside you and he loves watching you squirm for him. He does it very often during the week and always stops between thrusts to have a little taste of your pussy and your juices during the act. He is slow with his tongue and vigorous with his fingers but there are times where he prefers to just use his tongue and harshly grip on your thighs. Although the amount of times he has come from behind and started eating you out standing on his knees is significant. He also loves receiving it, his cock is fat and girthy, difficult to fit in anyone’s mouth so the first time lots of throat training had to be done. When you finally manage to take all of him, he is very content and happily uses your mouth as his fleshlight. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Bruce is a little bit of everything. There are times where he is feeling particularly dominant and he keeps it very rough and fast on you and there are other times where his romantic side wins and his strokes are slower and more sensual than anything else. Usually in one of his dom sessions you will have tons of markings and bruises on you the next day. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Bruce likes quickies. He loves knowing he has fucked you and now you are there with his cum drained on you. He prefers to have at least one long session with you during the day and the rest to be quickies. He is also generous in the way that if you need to get off he is going to help you do so. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Bruce does love his experiments and he likes keeping time. How much each of you lasted every time, how much you pleaded and he also likes comparing those results and coming up with questionnaires and new experiments for you to conduct. If it takes you longer to cum in silk or cashmere sheets or if it makes you wetter to do it in public or not. Each time he amps his game and tries new things with you. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Bruce can go many many rounds. The gamma radiation helps him so. He was a generous lover before as well but now? He could probably keep it up for hours until you physically couldn’t take it anymore. As for each session, Bruce doesn’t cum easily the first time, he can delay himself until he gets too desperate and needy for it where he literally can’t stop cumming once he starts. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Bruce doesn’t own any toys for himself. He is much more traditional when it comes to his pleasure but when it comes to you, he loves trying different vibrators on you to watch how wet and how needy they make and he also likes it when you wear butt plugs. He likes knowing that he can pull your clothing away at any time and see a shiny gem staring back at him keeping you cum filled and stretched for him. Also handcuffs are another favorite of his. He loves restraining and you being hopeless for him. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Bruce likes teasing. He is kind of a funny lover that way. He likes spanking your ass everytime he walks by and he loves biting down your clothed breast when he is around you. He also likes licking his lips together when he catches you looking at him. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Bruce is the type to groan. A lot. And flare his nostrils and his mouth making animalistic noises throughout the act. He also loves cumming while shouting your name in a chant. He also loves repeating how beautiful you are for him and how much he loves you with each thrust just as much as he likes shouting you up by shushing you or shoving his palm or his fingers inside your mouth. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Bruce is the risky type. He likes the thrill of being caught so he is known to push you to corners in public galas or avengers meetings. Also in the quinjet is one of his favorite places. Just the thought of him covering your mouth while he is cumming inside you the minute someone knocks on the door or turns around the corner keeps him going. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Bruce has a toned body, as he works out and does yoga and aerobics regularly. His chest is very hairy and his muscles are very strong and big. His thick thighs continue being hairy and he always keeps himself well groomed and cleaned. He likes his body lotions and his oils and he always smells like flowers. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

The gamma radiation has accelerated Bruce’s sex drive and even though he was always a sensual lover, nowadays is hard for him to stop finishing and a lot of times he wakes up with his dick still hard inside you. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Bruce falls asleep easily after sex, is his biggest stress reliever and after a rigorous performance, he loves hiding his neck and beard down the crook of your neck and fall asleep. He keeps you very close to him and doesn’t let you go, going to the bathroom under his strong grip is always a struggle. 

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