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ladyinwriting18 · 5 months
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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.
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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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mx-pastelwriting · 5 months
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Kinktober Day 16: Sex Tape
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Bruce Banner x GN! Reader
Summary: Trying out something with Bruce.
Warnings: Smut, Camera, Sex Tape
Kinktober Masterlist
Minors do not interact!
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Watching as Bruce grabbed his phone, pointing at you recording as you lay on the bed naked, climbing onto the bed, then moving between your legs on his knees shirtless with sweatpants hanging from his hips.
Looking down, seeing the outline of his cock begging to be in you, a hand runs up your body with the camera following its direction. Seeing as Bruce's face turns into pure attraction in what he sees, pulling him in, locking your legs around, then slowly rocking your hips against his clothed cock.
Earning moans as you continue, causing his grip to tighten onto your skin, quickly removing his hand to then pull down his pants, letting out his hard cock.
Twitching in the air before guiding it into you, slowly sinking into your warm insides, moans sound from both of you while gripping onto one another.
Still holding up the phone as it recorded the drunkenness on your face as his cock filled you, enjoying every inch of him as Bruce's moan sang to you. Watching as he pointed it down to his cock as he fucked you, with your moans filling the background.
Letting go of you, he touches you, quickening your climax to meet his, seeing as his head rolls back, ready to cum as you come to the edge. Finally cumming to his hand, only riding it out for a moment before Bruce pulls out cumming on your stomach, breaths catch as he films all the aftermath of the night.
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samdeancass · 10 months
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Doctor Kink
Requested by Anonymous
Prompt: #6, #28 and #48 from my Smut Prompt List; “Call me that again.”, “You’re so tight” and “We’re the sexiest couple I’ve ever seen.”
Pairing: Bruce Banner x fem!reader
Genre: Smut
Characters: Bruce, Y/N
Description: Innocently, Y/N discovers that Bruce has a kink for being called doctor which turns the night into a very different direction.
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You were standing in front of your floor length mirror smoothing out the rest of the wrinkles in your dress. Bruce stood in the doorway leaning against the frame, his eyes raking up and down your body whilst biting his bottom lip. You noticed him in the mirror and smiled.
“Like what you see?” He let out a little growl in reply as he made his way towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, leaving slow, wet kisses in his wake causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. 
You moved your head back to lean against Bruce’s shoulder to give him more room. He slowly moved the strap of your dress from your shoulder and began to kiss there as his hands moved from your waist and traveled up your body and rested on your boobs, giving them a slight squeeze. 
“Does that answer your question?” He looked into the mirror and smirked at the sight that he seen. You lifted your head back up and met his eyes in the mirror, your eyebrows raised slightly. “Someone’s feeling rather horny tonight.” 
Bruce turned you around to face him, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Well, can you blame me? You look so sexy in that dress. In fact, we’re the sexiest couple I’ve ever seen.” You chuckled at his sudden confidence. He leaned down and pressed a long kiss to your lips, his hands finding your waist once more. You pressed yourself against him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Tongues began fighting for dominance and hands began to roam hair as the alarm went off on your phone to indicate it was time to leave for the party. You both groaned at the interruption as you leaned over to switch it off. “Well, I suppose we’ll have to carry that on later. C’mon, Doctor.” 
You stepped away and held out your hand for him to take but he didn’t. Instead, he stood staring at you, his once brown eyes turned completely black with lust. “Call me that again.” For a second or two, you were confused at his change of actions but quickly figured out what he meant, a smirk plastering itself on your features. “Alright, Doctor.”
Within seconds Bruce closed the distance between you both and attacked your mouth, easily winning dominance this time. He picked you up and threw you on the bed, roughly opening your legs. “No panties, eh? Someone was planning on being a little slut tonight.” Bruce disappeared between your legs and began to suck and kiss on your pussy, leaving you writhing and moaning in complete bliss. 
He could already sense you were getting close with the mere touch of his lips and feather light touches against your skin. Bruce moved away quickly, earning a groan from you. However the sound of a zipper being undone and pants hitting the floor was enough to rile you up even more. He lifted your legs onto his shoulders before leaning down to give you a sweet kiss as he entered you, hissing as you molded around his dick.
“You’re so tight but I know your ready to take your doctors cock.” You nodded as he slowly began to move in and out of you, your pussy adjusting quickly to his size. As you loosened up Bruce quickened his pace, gripping hard onto your hips to keep himself steady as he railed you into the bed.
Your orgasm was coming quicker than you wanted it to and Bruce could immediately tell that you were trying to fight it by the way you were tightly gripping the sheets. “C’mon, baby, cum for me.” He moved one of his hands to your mound and began to roughly attack your clit with his fingers which caused your orgasm to take over as you cummed all over his cock. 
Bruce continued his rigorous pace as he began to fuck you through yet another orgasm. You began to whimper, the over-stimulation becoming too much. “I’m so close, baby, nearly there.” After a few more thrusts, you both orgasmed together, your moans twisting together in harmony. 
Bruce leaned over you and placed a sweet kiss to your lips as he brushed your hair out of your eyes. “That’s my girl.” You smiled up at him, a slight blush creeping onto your features. He pulled out of you slowly and pulled his pants back up before helping you up off the bed. 
You fixed your hair and smoothed out your dress as your phone began to ring. “Shit, it’s Tony. We need to go. This party is for you, after all.” You grabbed his hand before running down the stairs and grabbing the keys from the bowl beside the front door.
“It’s not my fault we’re late, you look so good in that dress.” You rolled your eyes and slapped the keys to his chest. “You can be the one to explain why we’re late, seems as though you have a new kink that I can’t wait to explore more.” 
You winked as you walked out the door, Bruce following quickly behind, eager to get the party over and that dress off you. 
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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years
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Devotion
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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.
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“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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saltsicklover · 10 months
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Hung Every Star
Title: Hung Every Star
Pairing: Bruce Banner x Disabled!Fem!Reader
Word Count: 7000
Rating: T
Warnings: Talk of medical problems, disabled reader.
Friends to Lovers!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bruce Banner, or anything related to Marvel within this piece. Not Proof Read or BETA'd. All mistakes are my own.
I do not consent for my work to be edited, reposted, or translated.
You are responsible for your own media consumption. This is a work of fiction that may contain mature themes. If you are sensitive to those subjects, please do not read.
"Bruce, listen to me, and listen to me good," I speak into the phone, my voice a sort of choked up and strangled mess of syllables and affixes, "I am going to be just fine. Things are going to be tough, but I don't need you to worry about them. You have the world saving thing to worry about. I am going to find a new doctor, take another job to pay for health issuance, and I am going to get back on my medication in a few months. Everything is going to be just fine." I repeat the last bit more for my own benefit than for his. 
I have just been informed that my current insurance no longer covers my medical care and I had called Bruce, a lifelong friend, to vent. Part of it was also a lie, I lost my insurance all together when I got laid off, but frankly I am not ready to admit that to anyone yet. 
We have known each other since we were children, or I suppose since I was a child and he was just barely a teenager. Our families each owned a portion of a time share that just so happened to be a duplex. Every summer we would pack our things and head for the lake, taking  up residence next to the Banner family. Bruce and I's bedroom even shared a wall. As we got older, I would cover for him when he snuck out and he would make sure that I was always cared for. The eight year age gap never seemed to faze us, and we were fast friends who loved each other like siblings. 
"Bubba, please," He began, my childhood nickname all but covers up the too familiar plead in his voice that I have begun to hear too often, "Just come to the compound and let me help." 
"You know how I feel about going upstate." I try and swerve the subject and I know Bruce is shaking his head on the other end of the phone. 
"This isn't about traveling upstate and you know it!" He shouts, but I don't bother pulling the phone from my ear. I can hear him breathe deeply over the line as he composes himself, "Bubba, I know you don't want to feel like you are burdening anyone, but you aren't okay? How about you come first thing on Monday and let me check you out. Everyone is going to be away on mission and I will sleep better knowing you have at least let me check you out."
I hum into the receiver as I mull over his words. As much as I don't want to inconvenience the Avengers, especially because they just got done taking down Ultron, I know I only have a weeks worth of medication left. I pick up the large bottle, dumping the oblong yellow capsules into my hand before triple checking the amount. 
"Alright, Bruce," I finally speak, biting at my lip to mumble the words. "I will come up on Monday, but the second I am in the way, I am leaving." 
"I will take it," He rumbles, the joy in his voice leaking over the line, "One more thing, Bubba," 
"What?" I question, wiping my eyes with my sleeve, attempting to remove the dried tears from my cheeks.
"You know that's the first time you have called me Bruce since you were seventeen." He points out, "I hated it." 
Bruce's blunt words cause me to full on belly laugh, easing the tension in my shoulders slightly. He chuckles lightly through the phone. 
"That's better." He simpers, "I'll see you on Monday, Bubba. I love you." 
"I love you, too, Bruiser." I bid him before hanging up the phone. 
When I pulled up to the compound on Monday morning, I was relieved to see that the grounds were quiet. A few odd agents roamed around outside but I felt rather invisible which gave me the courage to leave my car and head for the front doors. 
A blond agent sat at the desk when I walked in, typing away on a computer, the phone receiver held loosely between his cheek and shoulder. He didn't even make eye contact when I approached the desk which left me standing there sort of awkwardly, bouncing slightly on the balls of my feet. 
The agent stuck his hand out forcefully, eye contact still on his computer screen. 'ID' was all he said as he made a sort of grabby hand gesture with his outstretched hand. I riffled around in my bag before handing it over to him. He looked at it before handing me a 'Visitor Badge' in return point down the hallway to my right. I thanked him, but he didn't seem to notice. 
I head down the large hallway now, scanning each of the nameplates on the doors as I go. There were so many that they start to blur together and I have to shake my head to keep focus. 
"Bubba!" A voice calls from the hallway bisecting the one I am meandering down. I look up to see Bruce standing there, a wide smile on his face. His hands are piled high with files, a cup of tea balanced precariously atop them. His briefcase is slung over his shoulder. 
"Hey there, Bruiser," I rush over to him, taking his mug into my hand before pulling him into a hug with an arm draping over his neck. "It's really good to see you."
"It's good to see you too, kid. Come on, lets go to the clinic and we can get started." I follow him down the hallways, twisting and turning around corridors before we finally make it to an annex building. 
"Here we are, go ahead and put your stuff down. Did you bring your charts with you?" He inquires, setting his files down on the desk with a thud. He sits down into the desk chair, typing away at the computer. 
"Here is everything as of three weeks ago." I slide a file across the desk, taking a seat across from him. "No 'how are you' or anything, huh?" I ask, setting my bag down on the floor next to me. Bruce looks up at me, a dumb smile on his face. 
"I'm sorry Bubba. How are you?" He pushes his hair back out of his eyes carefully.
"Considering I drove all the way up here to see your ugly mug, I could be better." I wink at him. He rolls his eyes in return, flipping open my file. 
"This thing is hefty." He murmurs, more to himself than to me. I can feel a blush begin to bleed its way over my chest. I have been sick for a while and Bruce has always known, but the idea of him looking over all the intimate details of it all has me anxious. "Lets go over this, then I'll go ahead and examine you. After that, maybe draw some blood and all that good stuff. Are you okay if I get a couple of lab workers to run the tests?" 
"Sure, I suppose." I mutter, looking him over. It's been about a year since I last saw Bruce, but he really hasn't changed since his accident, or really much at all. His dark mop of curls still stuck out in all directions and his brown eyes still glowed. He wears a lab coat, and business attire underneath which still cracks me up if I think about it too long. I remember when he wore nothing but too-loose jeans and waffle shirts. 
We spend the next few hours going over records and my health. He asks me so many questions that my head spins. One thing about Bruce, he has always been thorough. He takes blood samples and looks over my medication. Through the whole ordeal he has made himself impossible to read which only adds to the stress crawling under my skin. 
"Well, thing's aren't great, but they aren't terrible either." Bruce takes off his glasses and rubs over the bridge of his nose carefully. The gesture does not inspire any sort of confidence. "Your whole digestive system is a mess. Your nervous system is shot. You never grew out of your asthma, I don't know why your quack of a doctor said you did. You've got a handful of mental health medication, which are at least working, and don't even get me started on your uterus." 
"Jesus Christ Bruiser, is there anything that isn't wrong with me?" I laugh, running my hands over my thighs. 
"I will get all of your medication ordered and sent to your place, okay?" He dodges my question, typing away at the computer in front of him. "While you are here, want to grab some lunch with me? We can hang out in the Avengers wing away from all of the suits." 
"That sounds wonderful." I nod, pulling myself to my feet. 
We spend the whole of lunch catching up and joking with each other. He tells me about his sort of 'thing' with Natasha and we go over my complete lack of love interests. We talk about the team and how he feels like he is finally doing okay with being a hero and that makes my heart swell with pride. We reminisce about being kids at the lake and about how we wish we could go back sometimes. 
"Banner, want to tell me why you special ordered a whole pharmacy on my credit card?" A silky voice breaks over our laughter, pulling us from the bubble of nostalgia we have been in for the last couple hours. 
Bruce's eyes lock over my shoulder and I turn to see none other than Tony Stark standing there, a tablet in hand. He is dressed in a breathtakingly expensive navy suit paired with a soft lavender dress shirt. A pair of purple tinted glasses sit on the bridge of his nose, the thick frames showcasing the arrent brown of his eyes. His lack of tie and open collar leaving a perfect view of the top of his chest. A beautiful redhead stands next to him, holding a few files in hand. 
"Oh, hey Tony. Hi Pepper," Is all Bruce manages to say, the presence of the Playboy and his assistant catching us both off guard. 
"Bruiser, you said there wasn't going to be anyone else here, let alone your boss," I ask, voice stern but wavering. I stand from the couch, trying to put some distance between the horrible anxious feeling in my chest and myself but only managing to move further from both men. 
"He's not actually my boss-" Bruce begins but his words are cut off with a chuckle coming from Tony. 
"I don't know which B-Word I like better, Boss or Bruiser." He laughs again, clapping his hands together. I manage a glare directed straight at Bruce. 
"Seriously Tony?" Bruce asks, pushing himself from the couch. He takes a deep breath, shaking his head as if to try and shake loose some sort of idea. "Bubba, this is Tony, Tony, this is Bubba." He gestures between us, introducing us. "And that is Pepper Pots, Tony's assistant."
"Ah yes, Y/F/N Y/L/N, born and raised in the Midwest, high school graduate, no college degree, but it looks like you've got some certifications and  licenses under your belt," Tony reads from the tablet in his hands, "And  you are apparently friends with our resident rage monster, Dr. Banner." 
I look at Bruce again, his head buried in his hands. I suddenly feel like a deer caught in the headlights, unsure of what to do in this situation. I have never had a stranger know quite so much about me. 
"Bubba, answer a question for me, would you?" Tony asks, turning on his heel. I check with Bruce who gives me one of those 'I don't have the slightest' looks, shrugging his shoulders. "Why do you call him Bruiser?" There is nothing but amusement in his voice. He hands his tablet to Pepper, looking between Bruce and I in anticipation. 
"Bubba," Bruce warns me. I can feel his eyes boring into the side of my face as I look at Tony. "Don't you dare." That just earns a laugh from Tony. I just shake my head, not bothering to answer. 
"Not a secret I am going to share with a stranger." I finally say, bouncing on my toes. Bruce lets out a breath he was holding. 
"Okay, okay, all in due time I suppose." Tony claps his hands, "What do you do, Bubba?" 
"I am a party planner." I lie. Was, I was a party planner. My stomach twists with nausea. 
"Not as of a week ago." Pepper says casually, clicking away at the tablet. She wears a bit of a scowl, looking like she wants to be anywhere but here. 
"What?" Bruce's voice cuts through the tension that has built around me, closing me in. "What does she mean by that, Bubba?" 
Bruce's voice has a special way of eating away at me, it has been that way since we were children. This isn't the first time he has caught me in a lie, but this is definitely the first time it wasn't a lie I told my parents. I can feel my stomach twist and it's not from the lack of medication in my system.
"I lost my job, but it's no big deal. I've sent out some resumes, I'll find something soon." I tell him, trying to play down the situation. I am slick with sweat now, anxiety thrumming under my skin. 
"Sooner than you might think," Pepper speaks, "We want to offer you a contract to plan the rest of our events for the year. You come highly recommended it seems." She continues typing away, not bothering to look up at me. Tony stands beside her, a million dollar smile adorning his face.
I can't believe what I am hearing, a job offer has just fallen into my lap and I can't seem to make my brain work long enough to process it. Maybe it's the constant nausea, or maybe it's the situation, but my stomach rolls over. 
"I'll send the contract for you to read over and you let me know by the end of the week what you think of it, okay?" Pepper turns and pulls Tony with her out of the room. I stand dumbstruck in front of Bruce, unsure of what to say. I bring my hands to my stomach, attempting to ground myself in the moment. I take a few deep breathes, the last couple minutes playing on rerun in m head.  
When I finally look at Bruce, he is smiling brightly at me. 
"What is it?" I ask, rubbing my hands together to try and ease some of my anxiety. 
"I'm just looking forward to seeing you more often, that's all." He sits back down on the couch, kicking his legs up onto the coffee table. Confident bastard. 
"You think I am taking this job?" I ask him, eyes wide. 
"I think you will when you find out all of the amenities that come with it." He says like its a matter of fact. I scoff. "You get full medical coverage, including prescriptions. Vacation time, sick time, all of the good stuff." 
I think about the information carefully, but there is doubt in my mind about taking the job- working for the Tony Stark means putting myself out there in a way I never have before. But then again, it's only until the end of the year, and I can tough out eight months if it means not having to worry about medical care. Being close to Bruce is also a plus. I've missed having him around.
"I'll think about it."
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"I can't believe they expect me to move into the freaking compound." I announce to Bruce, my phone held between my ear and shoulder as I read the contract on my laptop. It has been three days since Pepper offered me job. The contract sat in my email collecting dust until this morning. 
"It's a good gig, Bubba," Bruce begins. I can hear him munching on something over the phone. "Plus, it would get you out of that shitty apartment. I hate that you live there, and truth be told, I don't think you like it." 
"Oh shut up, it's not so bad." I look around at my messy studio apartment, grimacing. 
"It's not so bad if you like being able to get stuff out of your refrigerator from your bed." 
"It makes for easy midnight snacking" I counter back, closing my laptop with a metallic click. I shift around on my bed, pulling my knees to my chest. "If I take this, and that's a big if, are we able to keep my medical shit under the rug? I'd prefer to not advertise it." 
"You bet, it's not anyone's business anyway." He soothes me. "I've got to get back to it, but seriously Bubba, just take the job and quit doubting yourself. I love you, kid." 
"I love you too, stupid." I hang up the phone. 
I look over my studio again, thinking about how nice it would be to live somewhere bigger than a shoebox. I open my laptop again, eyes dragging over the contract as I scroll. I click reply at the bottom. 
"Dear Miss Pots, I would officially like to accept your job offer..."
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Bruce took Friday off to come and help me pack all of my belongings. It didn't take longer than half a day to pack, not that much had fit into my studio in the first place. It is Saturday now, the sun high up in the sky beating down on us as we unload the truck in front of the compound. 
I look down from the truck to see Bruce standing there, hands on his hips as he looks up at me, smile wide. 
"What is it, Bruiser?" I question him, cocking my eyebrow.
"I just can't believe we will be living in the same place again, we are going to be kids all over again," He is awed at the thought, "Hell, your quarters even share a wall with mine!"
"Somehow I believe it won't be just like it was growing up, unless I find you sneaking out of the window again to go make out with Sherry Fisher." I tease him, pulling another box from the small pile in the back of the truck. 
"Dude, you were eleven, how do you even remember her?" He takes the box from me with a chuckle. 
"I remember because I had to cover for your ass when your Mom called mine so see where you had been that morning! Do you seriously not remember any of this?" I question him. I begin to pull the last of the boxes towards the opening of the truck bed. 
"No I don't, keep going, what did you tell her?" He asks, pulling down two small boxes. 
"I told them that you had gone fishing on the other side of the lake, then I ran outside and hid your pole and tackle box down by the old tire swing!" I pull the last box off the truck bed, walking it over to the pile we've made by the side door of the compound. "Then, when you finally came home covered in Sherry's cherry lip gloss, I pushed you into the lake!" 
"Now that part I remember!" He exclaims, pointing at me with one hand. A playful smirk decorates his lips and I can't help but laugh at the memory of him falling into the murky water. "You ruined my favorite shoes when you threw me in there!" 
"But you still thanked me. Heaven hath no fury like Mrs. Banner." I laugh. Bruce shakes his head in agreement.
"You saved me from my mother's wrath and I will always be thankful for that." He picks up a couple of the boxes, placing them in a stack on the movers bed before tilting it back and pulling it through the door. I sling my duffle bag and backpack over my body before pulling a suitcase behind me as I follow Bruce into the compound. 
It didn't take long before all of the boxes were piled in my living room. Bruce had left to get us lunch, leaving me behind to begin the unpacking process. I have a large living room, a kitchenette, a huge bedroom, and one and a half bathrooms all to myself. I know I don't have enough stuff to fill all of the space, and I am thankful that it came mostly furnished. I left the old furniture at the studio, wanting to make a completely fresh start. 
I pull open one of the boxes, pulling out kitchen plates and mugs from the inside, but I don't get very far before there is a knock at the door. I swing it open carefully, making sure there aren't any boxes in the way. Tony stands on the other side clad in an Iron Maiden tee-shirt and a well fitting pair of dark wash jeans. He smiles that million dollar grin at me before stepping into my new quarters. 
"It's good to see you're settling in." He begins, gazing around at all of the boxes. "I have a file for you, its the outline for the gala we are throwing next month. I need you to start planning it right away." He explains, holding out a folder for me. "Pepper usually drops this kind of stuff off but she is... off site at the moment." 
"Ah, thank you, I'll get started right away." I tell him, hugging the folder to my chest. Without a warning, my watch on my wrist starts ringing, a shrill noise filling the room causing both Tony and I to jump. "Oh god, I'm sorry, this stupid thing keeps doing this." I hit the buttons, getting the alarm to stop. I ignore the "High Heartrate" alert that flashes across the screen before turning my attention back to Tony.
"Is everything alright?" He narrows his eyes at me, searching my face for any since of duress. 
"I'm all good, I promise. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get some of this unpacking done and then I'll get started on this baby right here." I pat the folder. He doesn't say anything, just offers me a nod in return before heading out the door the way he came. I close the door behind him before heading to the couch, carefully laying myself on the floor and propping my legs up on the soft cushions. This should get my heart rate down, I hope, but only time will tell.
The next month goes by steadily, most of the team off on missions. The only people I really interact with are Bruce, Tony and Pepper. I did manage to meet Natasha once as she was passing though on her way to her next mission post. I spend most of the time planning out the charity gala that Tony is throwing. 
Roughly two hundred people are expected here tonight for a black tie party. The ballroom of the compound is decorated in deep navy and lavender, the same way that Tony was when I first met him. Something about the colors seemed to stick in my mind. Though they may be moody for late May, I opted for them anyway. 
Each table was set with rose gold flatware and bone China.  Eucalyptus and baby's breathe center pieces sit on each table. The place cards were all hand written and embossed with matching rose gold foil. String lights ran from the center point of the room out towards all of the walls creating a chandelier like effect. The small orchestra was set up in the corner, near the dance floor and across from the bar. Overall everything was absolutely breathtaking. 
"Hey, Bubba, this looks amazing," Bruce catches my attention as he walks into the ballroom. He spins around taking in all of the decorations, eyeing each detail before he focuses his attention back to me. 
"Thanks Bruiser, I think so too. I have really gotta impress you guys. I am meeting the team for the first time tonight and probably like a hundred other people and I'd like to think of this room as my very first impression. I just hope it goes well, and that Tony will like it." I ramble as I adjust one of the place cards on the table. 
"Everything looks fantastic and they are going to love you." Bruce pulls me into a hug, rubbing my back with his hand to ease the tension in my body. "Please tell me you have something to wear tonight." 
"Excuse me, this is literally my job. Did you really think I was going to show up in these ripped jeans and this flannel?" I jab, pinching at his sides. He pulls away, bending awkwardly to avoid my fingers. "Now, I have to go meet with the caterers so I will see you tonight." I wave him off before turning to head to the kitchen. 
It wasn't long before I got to get cleaned up and ready for the party. After a quick shower I stand in front of my closet mulling over my options. I could wear anything black tie, really. It's not like anyone is going to be focused on me at this thing. I shift the clothes around, pulling out a garment bag containing gray tuxedo. This will do. 
I pull the garment out of the bag carefully before dressing myself. The deep gray of the suit complementing the purple silk dress shirt I styled with it. I put in some earrings before tying my long gray tie. I leave my hair down and curly, letting it frame my face. The last step is a pair of dress shoes. I hate wearing heels to these things and absolutely avoid them whenever possible. 
By the time I head down stairs, Bruce is already standing in the ballroom talking to a couple of people. The party kicks off in about fifteen minutes and no part of me is surprised that he is early. My watch screams again, the 'High Heartrate' alarm sounding though out the room. I click the buttons quickly as I make my way deeper into the room. 
He lights up when he sees me, excusing himself from the group he was talking to before walking over to meet me. He pulls me into his side, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. 
"You look fantastic, Bubba," He smiles, "How are you feeling?" 
"Nervous, this kind of feels like a make or break moment, you know?" I tell him, letting my eyes gaze over the table settings. He keeps an arm wrapped around my body protectively as he leans down to whisper in my ear. 
"That's not exactly what I meant," His voice is stern, a ribbon of worry peaking through. His face is buried in my hair.
"Oh Bruiser, I am fine, don't worry. I took all my medication this morning, and I have the next two doses right here." I pat my chest signaling to the contents of my chest pocket. He smiles at me one of those bright smiles that lights up your whole chest with warm and I savor the feeling as it spreads throughout my chest. He gives me an encouraging pat on the back.
The rest of the night goes off without a hitch. Tony loves the whole ambiance of the party, and Pepper hangs off his arm in the most lovely way. It warms my heart to see them together in such a way, but it leaves a dark green part of my soul crying with envy. The whole night I have managed to meet all of Bruce's team- his friends. They welcome me with open arms, especially Natasha. I can't help but feel a bit bad about that fact, tearing her attention away from Bruce when I know he is the one biding for it. 
As the night begins to slow, the open windows bring cool night air into the party. I am sat at the bar, one drink in my hand, the same one that I have been nursing for the past three hours. I'm not supposed to drink, not on these meds, but it's definitely time to celebrate.
"How long have you been sitting here all alone?" I catch a glimpse of Natasha in the mirror behind the bar. She wears a light smirk covered in dark red lipstick. The dress she's in hugs her figure nicely, stretching with her movements. There is no bling or sparkle to the piece, the dark blush color speaking volumes all by itself. 
"Oh, not too long," I tell her as she slides up into the seat next to me. I run a finger over the rim of my glass, over and over again. She carries a martini in her hand, the lime green color makes me a bit nauseous, but I try not to let the feeling show. 
"So," She begins, placing her neatly folded hands on her knee, "How long have you and Bruce been seeing each other?" My eyes go wide at her question, my hands coming to a stop. 
"I beg your pardon?" I take a long sip of my drink, the immediate need to wet my throat almost overwhelming. I can feel my heartbeat quicken in my chest, bruising the inside of my ribcage with each insistent thump. 
"Oh, you don't have to be embarrassed. You can tell me! Bruce is practically my best friend. I can respect the fact that he wants to keep your relationship a secret. After all, in this line of work, it's easier to appear alone. You're less of a target that way," She brings her drink up to her lips, sipping slowly at the toxic colored liquid. She eyes me carefully, I can almost feel each and every pass of her eyes over the expanses of my skin. 
I am sure my whole body is drenched in sweat now, being on the opposite side of a deadly women with looks that could kill really does that to a person, but I do my best to compose what little of myself I can before offering her a smile. 
"I'm not sure what Bruiser has told you, but we are just long time friends. He's also technically my doctor. And also my roommate? Is that what we'd all be called, since we live here together?" I shake my head, trying to shake my thoughts back into place, "Bruiser and I are a lot of things, but together isn't one of them," I tell her. 
"That's really a shame," She mutter a bit, but there is something behind her voice that I can't quite read, "I see how you two look at each other, and he talks about you like you hung every star in the galaxy. The way his eyes sparkle when your name is even mentioned," She laughs a bit to herself, "I just thought there was something there," 
"The something is probably all of the residual anger from all those times I had to push him into the lake as kids," I laugh a bit, but Nat just looks at me inquisitively. 
Before I can say anything else, my heart monitor on my watch begins to ring, loud and obnoxious. I push the sleeve of my tux up, fumbling with it for a moment before accessing the buttons to turn it off. Natasha's eyes dart down to it quickly, before she excuses herself and disappears back into the crowd.
Before I can even begin to process the conversation I just had with Natasha, I can hear Bruce's voice excusing himself through the crowd with a chorus of "Oops" and "I'm Sorry". I catch him in the mirror, concern written all over his face. The look he sends me makes my heart beat faster, setting off the monitor again. I am quicker to shut it off this time, but Bruce grabs my wrist and pulls me off of my seat. 
"Come on, I'm calling it." He tells me, an air of concern in his voice. I can tell he is trying to stuff it down, to bury it under some sort of tone that booms with authority. He laces his fingers with mine and the heat that pours off his palm is stifling. He drags me through the crowd and into the elevator. After he asks for the floor with the nearest lab and the elevator begins its decent he turns to me, eyes full to the brim with worry. 
"How much have you had to drink?" He questions me, fingers still laced with mine. It's like he's holding me there, like if he takes his hand away I might disappear into thin air. 
"Technically less than one. You didn't let me finish my vodka lemonade," I tell him, crossing one arm over my chest in faux offense. 
"Don't do that, Bubba," He scolds, rolling his eyes at me. I want to fight him, to tease him, to push his buttons just like I have done most of our lives but something stops me. Maybe its the look in his eyes, or the way that his face is written with concern, his brain working a thousand miles a minute at some new unknown problem. Maybe it is the conversation Natasha and I had, hanging every star in the night sky and all that. Whatever it is, I keep my mouth shut, eyes boring into Bruce's profile as he guides me out of the elevator. 
The next few minutes blur by as I undress from the waist up down to my bar. Bruce is insistent on running an EKG, even though we did one a couple of months ago. I can feel how my skin blushes under his eyes, no doubt turning into a raspberry kissed sort of red. It doesn't help when his fingertips skim over my body, his gentle touches leaving a fire of energy in their wake. 
I can tell he is flustered with the way he gingerly moves the band of my bra, avoiding all eye contact with me while he presses the lead to my skin. I want to tell him how unnecessary this all is, but the words are caught somewhere between my head and my tongue. I can't help but dwell on each press of his fingertips, the gentle way he touches me and how my heart seems to flutter. 
Bruce begins to run the test, asking me to sit still and be quiet. I let my mind drift back to Natasha's words, and I can feel my heart spike the machine. Bruce runs a hand through his hair as he watches the results, squinting at the spike that has been recorded. 
"I need to talk to you about something," I inform him, sitting up. 
"After the test, lay back down," He places a hand on my shoulder, his fingers spread out enveloping as much flesh as he can reach. He still doesn't quite meet my eyes. 
"No Bruiser, now," I tell him, a hand folding around the thickness of his wrist. I begin pulling off a couple of the leads with my other hand, causing Bruce to mumble something under his breath. "I need to ask you something, and it's kind of important," I chance a look at his face and it is scribbled with an expression that I have come to try to avoid; curious worry. 
"What is it, Bubba?" He asks, pulling a stool over to sit in. He is looking up at me now, his hands folded in his lap. I hesitate for a moment, trying to collect my words. He takes my hands in his, holding them on my lap. The combination of his touch and his Earth ladened eyes put me at an even greater loss for words, so I spit out the first thing that comes to mind. 
"Natasha said something to me tonight, and I need to know if it's true," I squeeze my eyes shut, almost too hard. I don't dare witness the look on his face as I continue. He hums for me to continue, squeezing my hands reassuringly. "She asked me tonight if we were a couple, and I told her no, because we aren't, and then she said that you speak of me in a way that lead her to believe otherwise and I guess I've just gotta know if that's accurate," The words spill out of me so fast I don't even have time to choose them, so they are born into the world from my tongue in a mess of syllables and rushed breaths. 
When I finally crack an eye open, Bruce is staring up at me with a half cocked smile, a light chuckle falling from his lips. I shoot him a look, one of those 'are you serious' ones where my nose is scrunched up, head tilted to the side. 
"So, they got to you too, huh?" He asks with a laugh. He lets go of one of my hands, bringing his up to rub at his brow. He takes both of my hands in his other, like he is once again afraid to let me go. "Tony cornered me and started asking me if you and I were seeing each other. I figured it was because he planned on hitting on you or something, because you know how he is. But what he said is starting to make some sense," 
"What the hell did he say to you?" I shake his arm a bit, the action causing a smile to bloom over his lips. 
"After I told him that you and I were not, you know, an item, he laughed and said, "This is the first time I've lost a bet. Guess I'll have to call off the demolition crew,"" Bruce punctuates his sentence with air quotes and I can't help but laugh. The atmosphere shifts when we catch each others gaze mid laugh.  Everything going from light and playful to soaked in a new sense of intimacy. I cough a bit to cover it up. "I guess that's the narrative," He lets out a last little chuckle. 
"Bruiser," I start, shying away from his eyes again, "Are you sure there isn't anything else here that I'm missing?" He locks eyes with mine before looking anywhere else but I swear I can feel the heat crawling off his hand and up my arms. 
"You know, Bubba, this isn't exactly how I imagined this conversation going," He shrugs a bit, hand scratching at the light stubble on his cheeks. 
"This conversation?" I question him, leaning a bit closer. He slides up between my knees, eyes still locked on his shoes. 
Bruce brings his eyes up to meet mine and there is something in them I have never seen before. A youthful innocence that is just burning bright in his irises. 
"You know, Bubba, it's you, it's always been you," He begins, eyes boring into mine, "Since you were nineteen it's been you. You're it for me," His words are dripping with candor and honey. "That's why every single woman I date always ends up being a sort of something. The only sure thing in my world is you." He drops his eyes and in that split second I can't help but snag a glance down at his lips. 
My world was cracking open around me. Bruiser, Bruce, the man that I have know for all the years that it counts to actually know somebody is spilling his heart out to me and I can't help but feel like he is stealing the words right out of my mouth- my heart. 
I pull my hands from his before leaning forward and grabbing onto the thick material of his lapels and pulling his body closer to mine. I stop pulling, our lips millimeters apart, giving him one final moment to back out and into the life we have been living up until we entered this room- but he doesn't. He stands, cupping my face in his hands before leaning down and capturing my lips with his. 
He tastes like sour whiskey and cherries, a deadly mixture that causes me to pull him endlessly closer. Our bodies pressed together, he makes a move to pull me up from the exam table, his hands wrapping themselves in the tendrils of my hair. I could kiss him for hours and I don't know how we have ever stood in a room together before and not been kissing like this. Years of time wasted all because there wasn't a billionaire scientist and a deadly assassin to mettle into our personal lives sooner. 
I push him back a bit, a small whimper leaving his lips as we part. I can't help the big, cheesy smile that breaks over my lips before I speak, "As my doctor, isn't this a sort of abuse of power, or something?" I ask him, flirtation laced in my voice. I run a hand over his tie then up to his cheek. 
He breaks out into a smile too, "It's a good thing my co-worker Helen Cho is a hell of a doctor," He shoots back at me before leaning in and snagging another blistering his from my lips. 
"But she's not a medical doctor," I mumble against his kisses, my smile to wide to kiss him back properly. 
"Oh shut up, Bubba," He whispers before pulls away. "Get dressed, we have a party to get back to, and I want to dance with you," 
"You know I would have danced with you, anyway, Bruiser," He watches me get dressed, a small dopey smile on his face. 
"It's not about the dance," he hums, "It's about the kiss that ends it."
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Bruce Banner SFW Alphabet <3
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Hey there! This is for my fellow Bruce Banner lovelies.
Warnings: You Will Fall In Love <3
Tags: Lots of Fluff and Some Hurt/Comfort
A/N: Tbh this is a repost. I got sad because for some reason it wasn't showing up under the tags :/ Anyway I hope you enjoy and I plan to do Bucky's next :)
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Bruce definitely isn’t down with super intimate PDA. The thought of drawing attention to himself in public makes him nervous, so when around others he prefers to keep things simple. He’ll almost always be holding your hand, especially when in large crowds. In private, however, Bruce is never one to shy away from affection.
I would definitely say that his love language is acts of service. He is constantly doing little things for you throughout the day, such as making you coffee when you seem tired, or running your towel through the dryer for when you get out of the shower. He also is never opposed to a good cuddle sesh. 
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
What Bruce looks for most in a friend in normalcy and understanding. There’s nothing that makes him feel more insecure than when those around him act as if they are walking on eggshells. He hates the thought of making others feel afraid, and when with those he is closest to he would prefer to be able to forget about the Hulk, even if just for a moment. 
The friendship would probably begin with some sort of common interest/ activity. Maybe you are a fellow avenger or simply just a lab assistant working in the tower. Bruce isn’t one to go out of his way to socialize, so you’d probably approach him first. Honestly, all this man wants is some respect, and to see someone who treats him as if he isn’t some sort of ticking time bomb. 
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Before meeting you, Bruce was never one to go out of his way to receive or give any sort of physical touch. It was something he had deprived himself of ever since the initial accident, and the thought of somehow hurting someone he loved made him genuinely sick to his stomach. 
When you began to initiate it, however, it was as if some sort of switch flipped. Bruce realized how starved he was for your touch, and now its as of he craves it. He genuinely melts whenever you run your fingers through his hair, or snuggle into his side after a long day. There is nothing else that makes him feel more loved, and more human. So, yes my boy Bruce loves a good cuddle session. (whether that be a as the big or little spoon) 
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Bruce is the male-wife of our dreams. Genuinely this man wants nothing more than to make a home with you; a safe place where he can spend the rest of his life. Even in the tower he takes on a more “homemaking” role. He is an excellent cook and baker, who is constantly trying out new recipes on date nights. 
Kids, on the other hand, are a more sensitive subject. He wants to be a father; he wants to be able to have a family with you. When I say this man wants it, I mean he yearns for it. After his experiences as a child, however, he can’t help but be apprehensive. He is absolutely terrified of being a terrible father, but he knows deep down that he would never ever be able to hurt hs family the way his own father had. 
In addition to that, he also infertile due to the radiation. He oftentimes gets pretty insecure about it; wishing he could provide you with a biological child. You reassure him, however, that you don’t want kids unless you are raising them with him, and that there are plenty of other options you can use to become parents <3 
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
He would leave for your safety. It would be abrupt, as to not elongate your suffering. He would tell you face to face with tears in his eyes, before picking up his things and leaving without a trace. 
Bruce wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he truly thought he was putting you in harms way. So, you would probably never see him again, mostly out of his own fear that he wouldn’t be able to stay away if he did. He’d spend the rest of his life wishing he could’ve had you, and that he could’ve kept you safe. 
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
As I previously mentioned, Bruce loves the idea of having a somewhat “traditional” and loving family. He would 1000% want to make you his wife, but with his own insecurities surrounding the Hulk he would definitely wait a while. He isn’t the kind of guy to rush into things, but if he were completely honest, he would say that he wanted to marry you much sooner. 
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
When I say that Bruce is gentle, I mean gentle. I think this man would go into a state of pure guilt if he ever caused you some sort of physical or emotional harm. His words are always sweet and honest, and he absolutely never raises his voice. (A practice you repeat to him in return.) He is the kind of guy, to softly say your name when he walks into the room as to not scare you. 
His touches are always very light and tender. He will oftentimes ask if he is squeezing you too tight, or if you’re uncomfortable. He loves holding you, and he loves being held in return. Everything he says and does is done with gentleness, especially when it comes to moments when he is comforting you. When you feel down or if you get hurt on a mission, I swear this man goes into caregiver mode asap. I’m talking constant check ins, bringing you snacks, extended cuddle sessions and so much more.  
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Although Bruce isn’t one for PDA, he is known to give you a quick peck on the cheek while out running errands or with friends. When alone, however, he is much more generous. In more simple (and less heated) moments he is prone to forehead and/or temple kisses. During make-out seshes, on the other hand… Let’s just say this man knows how to use his tongue. He holds your body close to his own, his calloused hands gripping your waist, or cupping your cheek. There’s never really any biting or teeth involved. Like I said earlier, everything Bruce does has a certain level of gentleness to it. 
As for his preferences, I think Bruce would be one for cheek kisses. He likes the simplicity and the intimacy of them. There’s nothing that makes him feel more loved, than when you waltz into the lab to tell him something and give him a quick peck on the cheek; leaving his cheeks bright red in your wake. (Tony teases him mercilessly about it lmfao)
L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?)
Bruce is an absolute angel around kids. He loves talking with them; sitting in amazement as he takes in all of the ways in which they experience the world. He loves to teach them things, to admire their innocence. 
When Morgan was born Bruce took to the role of “uncle” immediately. Spoiling her rotten, taking her museums, indulging in tea parties. He wanted to give her everything he never got as a kid. Besides, it’s good practice for the future ;)
M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?)
My man Bruce is most definitely a night owl, so let’s just say mornings aren’t exactly his forte. So, most of the time he uses every ounce of energy he has to attempt to keep you in bed as long as possible. Every time you try to get up, he will just make his grip tighter, until eventually you just give in and spend the rest of the morning cuddled under bedsheets. 
N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)
Bruce is not exactly skilled when it comes to keeping track of time in the lab. So, most nights you find yourself having to remind him to come to bed, his eyes weary from hours staring at screens and calculations. Before you came around he didn't even have a sleep schedule, he just worked until he fell out from exhaustion. Now, however, he wants nothing more than to fall asleep beside you, so his schedule has vastly changed. 
He likes to be touching you in some form when sleeping. His favorite position is when your arms are wrapped around his waist with your head buried in his chest. Having you there keeps him grounded. So, when the inevitable night terrors do come, he wakes up knowing everything’s okay. 
O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)
I feel like Bruce is definitely a more private person. He already feels a bit inferior to his coworkers/friends and in his mind piling on a sob story would just make things worse. So, instead, he just bottles it all up inside until eventually he can’t hold it in anymore. He has been through a lot in his life, so much that you didn’t even know about until you found him sitting in his lab with tears streaming down his face. It was then that he opened up, after he grew to feel so incredibly overwhelmed. You sat upon his desk, with him standing between your legs wrapped in your arms. 
Over time he’s learn to come to you more often. When he’s had a rough day and finds himself in bed with his head resting on your chest. He’s learned to share his emotions with you, and it takes a huge weight off of his shoulders. 
P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Due to Bruce’s intense level of emotional control he is extremely patient. His voice will never raise, and he certainly would never do anything to hurt you emotionally or physically.  He grew up in a household where his father was constantly in a state of rage and his mother took the brunt of it all. So, when it comes to his own relationship you will often find that he is too passive, to the point where he won’t voice his own opinions just to avoid an argument. With time you both begin to value open communication. If there is an argument it is always calm, due to the fact that you know the other means well. 
Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?)
Bruce is observant as hell. He is the type to constantly be taking mental notes of your routine, people you mention, things you like etc. When it comes to being a good listener Bruce reigns supreme, and combining that with his superior memory he remembers everything pretty well. 
If he ever catches you staring at something you like in the store, he oftentimes will go back to buy it for you. If you mention your favorite food, he will go out of his way to find the best recipe and make it for you. My boy just wants you to feel loved. 
R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?)
The morning after you first said the L-word. It had been an ordinary night-in; nothing extraordinary, but you said it anyway. Bruce could tell you meant it, the sincerity of it all bringing tears to his eyes. 
While that moment may be another one of his favorites, the morning after still takes the cake. There was something about having you snuggled up next to him, the morning sun peaking through the window, illuminating your sleeping form. You loved him, just as much as he had loved you for months now. He felt secure knowing that this wouldn’t be the last morning he would have you by his side. This was a forever type of thing, and he promised himself he would never let you go. 
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Bruce is definitely protective. At first his main priority was keeping you safe from the Hulk; ensuring that you wouldn’t be victim to his destruction. Now, however, after a long period of self-reflection it became apparent that the Big Guy wasn’t a threat to you. In fact, he was obsessed with you. 
Now, whenever you’re in a risky situation or around people Bruce doesn’t trust, he uses the Hulk as a scare tactic. All he has to do is keep you close to his side, flash his adversaries a green-eyed stare and watch them stumble away in fear. This is part of the reason Bruce has grown to appreciate his other half. He knows he can protect you; he can keep you safe from anything and everything.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Words cannot describe how thankful Bruce is that you love him. It’s a decision he vows to never make you regret, and so let’s just say he treats you like a fucking princess. 
As I stated earlier, one of Bruce’s most prevalent love languages is acts of service. He is constantly doing little things for you, such as cooking you homemade meals after missions. In his lab, he keeps a little couch in the corner just for you, with snacks and books and soft blankets. This man just adores you okay?!
His gifts and dates are always super meaningful for big occasions, such as anniversaries or birthdays etc. Even on the most random days he will show up with some little thing you mentioned in blithe conversation, or he will set up a candle-lit dinner for the both of you to share. 
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Overworking for sure. He puts a lot of pressure on himself to succeed in his work, whether that be in the lab or out on missions. He works himself until he can’t physically work anymore. He still manages to find time to do things for you in the midst of it all, but oftentimes that means he is putting in even more effort and energy than humanly possible. He exhausts himself, and there have been more than a few occasions where you come in to pick up the pieces. 
I think Bruce would also be a pretty insecure guy. I mean, he is constantly surrounded by billionaires, super-soldiers, and literal Nordic gods for fuck sake. He often feels a bit inferior, and adding Hulk to the equation certainly doesn’t make things any better. So, he will oftentimes make demeaning comments about himself, or shy away from public activities with is teammates. 
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Bruce likes to dress nice, but comfortable. While his hair may be a bit unruly at times, he likes to be clean-shaven and clean in general lol. It makes him feel more human, especially since his work requires him to be in less-than-flattering situations. He definitely isn’t vain, but he cares about his own basic upkeep. 
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Yes. You’ve become Bruce’s refuge; a safe place away from everything life has thrown his way. When the accident first happened and Bruce was forced to go on the run, he has resigned himself to a life of pain and isolation. He never thought he would be able to reenter society again, let alone find love. He doesn’t want to go back into that dark place again. He loves being loved. More specifically, he loves being loved by you. 
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Bruce is always the one to look after you after missions. Once arriving home you get a full-scale check-up in his lab, on your own personal exam table. While yes, there is in fact an entire medical wing you could go to; Bruce doesn’t trust it. He has to make sure you’re safe and healthy before he can finally breathe again. 
Also, Bruce gets really upset when you cry. He is super attentive when it comes to your emotions, and he will genuinely drop anything to be with you. When he sees you upset its like his little genius heart shatters. If you were ever seriously struggling emotionally or with your mental health in general, he would be the most supportive, patient and wonderful boyfriend in the entire fucking world. He knows what it's like to feel low, and he would do anything in his power to help you not feel that way. 
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Rudeness in general. If you gave off a cold or unkind nature Bruce would be completely turned off. Enemies to lovers is not an option for him. If he sees you being rude to service workers, or making genuinely mean-hearted comments about his friends, he wouldn’t ever consider a romantic relationship with you. He sees enough of that bullshit on a day-to-day basis for his liking; he needs someone soft and kind to make up for that. 
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Hulk transformations take an immense toll on Bruce’s body. So, when he gets home from a mission, he feels as if he is on the brink of passing out from exhaustion. He can barely stay awake as he showers and gets the both of you checked over for injuries. Afterwards, he passes out on your bed, completely snuggled up, your arms wrapped around him tightly. He can stay like this for a full day if need be, sound asleep and safe with you beside him. After going through that all Bruce wants is to feel safe, small and human. And the best way to do that is to have you hold him close until he falls asleep.
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audhd-author · 8 months
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Bruce Banner
With seven PHDs, it's no doubt Bruce is an intelligent man. After an incident involving Gamma radiation, he became the Hulk which we all know and love today.
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skellyagogo · 1 year
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Bruce Banner
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"I love you."  Those words repeated in his mind.
She said those three little words with more honesty than he'd ever experienced and yet he refused to believe them.  The pain etched on her face burned forever in his brain.  An image that would never part from him no matter how he tried.  How quickly her expression had gone from nervous to hopeful to utterly crushed in less than a minute.  
All verbal communication escaped him hearing her bear her soul, rattling off words he never associated with himself.  Unable to believe, unable to comprehend the possibility of them so he left.  He got up from his lab workstation and left without even looking back at her.  Bruce did what he always did, he hid away from the world and emotional possibilities.
The ramifications of his actions would haunt him for the rest of his life, she was nowhere in sight when he finally returned.  No one but Bruce knew what transpired between them but worse was that it took four whole days for anyone else to question her absence.  By then it was too late, she'd been scooped up by Hyrda.
There wasn't a resource that hadn't been used to find her location but hope started to dwindle when the days had turned into months without so much of a hint at where she was.  A full year had flown by before Cap and Bucky had found a Hydra soldier in the wrong place at the right time.  He smugly regaled the 'conversion' therapy that had been on her.  How confident Hydra was that they finally had a weapon one would least expect.  
The woman she was before wasn't what they found.  Suffering from severe anxiety, and PTSD.  She wouldn't let anyone near her, not a soul or machine.  Her whole body would tremble and shake and she'd started to scream when she was touched.  Rocking back and forth curling up into a little ball mumbling to herself that it 'wasn't my fault'.  Over and over again, 'it wasn't my fault'.
It didn't take a doctor to notice the physical changes lie her skin was pale almost shimmery.  Her eyes were affected by bright lights and those that did manage to touch her skin couldn't explain it to the others except it somehow felt textured and unhuman.  But nothing compared to her freakouts near water.
She refused to go outside if it was raining.  Wouldn't go near the sink in the kitchen or the pool, avoided anyone with water altogether.  The others just figured it was a trauma response and thought maybe water had been used as a form of torture.
It'd taken her months before she tried to go about her life, tried to go back to normal.  F.R.I.D.A.Y. had alerted the others that indeed something had been done to her in her captivity.  Her genetics had been altered and tampered with, but the exact nature was unsure.  
Her PTSD prevented her from letting them 'exam' her, never mind getting blood that just wasn't gonna happen.  Plenty had tried to speak with her about it, tried to coax what happened to her out but she'd only shake her head and mumble 'it wasn't my fault'.  
Just when it appeared that all was back to normal, of sorts, Clint had accidentally tripped the sprinkler system in the Compound.  Her scream was heard echoing throughout the living quarters as she scrambled dashing towards her room.  
"No, no, no, no!"  
Since her rescue Bruce was always near, trying to find a way to apologize.  A whole year he spend wracked with guilt and hatred for what he did.  If he would have just sat there, maybe asked her for a moment to process it all.  Or told her that he couldn't believe it because he just couldn't fathom why someone like her would be in love with someone like him then she never would have been snatched up by Hydra.  
Racing behind her as fast as he could to catch up to her.  Through her bedroom door, he could hear fans blasting in her room.  The smell of an ocean breeze wafting from the crack at the bottom of her door.  Bruce entered without a knock, frightened for her well-being to find her in the middle of a group of fans blowing air on her, towels wrapped around her from her feet to her chest.
Too busy freaking out and crying to notice him.  The pain in her voice, that agony eeking out through her broke him.  Broke him down to his overanalytical soul.  Her skin was glowing, bioluminescence flooding the room with an eerie glow.  Her hair appeared as if it was floating around her like it was wafting in invisible water.  
"Get out!" She bellowed not looking at him.  
Her voice took on a different tone, almost like water flowing over stone.  Her words held power to them creating a need to walk closer to her yet also the overpowering urge to walk away.  His legs moved of their own accord, step by step moving out of her room.  He had no control over himself or his movements until Hulk took partial control.
He could feel the Hulk scratching at the surface of his skin.  It was like two magnets being forced together.  Pushing and pulling, fighting against each other.  Hulk was bellowing in his head, telling him 'no', telling him to fight it.
"What the hell?" He screamed dropping to his knees panting for breath.
They could hear footsteps in the hallway, Bruce turned in time to see her door slamming shut of its own accord.  Watched the lock turn itself snapping the world out as their friends pounded on her door pleading for her to open up.
"Go AWAY!"  
Maddeningly tried to dry herself off but her words aimed at those on the other side of the door took hold.  Bruce could hear them walking away.  Heard the confusion as they questioned just what in the hell was happening to them.
"I'm a freak."  Her voice was barely above a whisper.
The words made him flinch, how many times had he said that about himself?  Bruce knelt beside her slowly moving away the towels.  There was no attempt on her part to stop him, she only hung her head in shame at what he would see.  Shimmery scales in soft pinks and seafoam greens, a long tail with fins instead of legs.  She was the very embodiment of the fairy tale mermaid, a modern-day daughter of Posiden.  
She didn't move a muscle when he reached out to touch her.  His fingertips grazed over her scales, his touch causing a ripple effect in their color where he touched.  The color flickered and changed like a crystal in sunlight, bedazzling and psychedelic.  Bruce was completely and utterly awestruck.  Running his fingers up her arm and through her hair.  She was as beautiful now as she was before.  
"Did... did they do this to you?"  Clasping her fingers through his as he sat beside her.  
"Sort of," sniffling back tears, carefully trying to control her voice knowing what she could do with it.  "I don't know, I just remember lots of pain and them constantly trying to drown me.  I remember them trying to get me to hurt people and ... and I tried not to but every time I spoke..."
"Like a siren."  her gaze finally met his as she nodded.
"Once they figured out my voice thing I was muzzled like a rabid dog."
Bruce for the life of him couldn't stop the flood of tears that streamed out.  Couldn't stop the heavy wail that lodged in his throat.  Overwhelmed, wracked with guilt, livid, and gutted at what they'd done to her.  if he'd never walked away from her that day.  If he would have stayed.  If he would have asked her why she said it, why she meant it, why him.  None of this would have ever happened.  
"I'm sorry," his dipped low, shoulders shrunk in on themselves.  "It's all my fault, I didn't believe... I couldn't fathom..."  He tried to let go of her hand but she wouldn't let him.  "It's all my fault."
"They would have gotten me eventually," she leaned her body against him, her cheek resting on his shoulder.  "They wouldn't stop jabbering about me being 'special'."
"Like a mutation?"  Bruce sighed resting his chin atop her head, hand rubbing up and down her back.  
"Mhm, something about dormant genes that needed to be released."  Feeling a sort of relaxation she hadn't felt in over a year being that close to Bruce.   "I'm a freak, cuz in reality I always have been."
"You're not a freak,"  holding her chin in his fingers and peering tenderly into her eyes.  "I'm a freak, you're ... you've always been an out-of-this-world knockout that was outta my league."
"Thought it was the other way around."  The ethereal smile that soared across her mouth sent his heart thundering in his chest.
"I wish... if I could I would have handled that night differently."  Thumb running across her jawline.  "Love wasn't something I thought possible for myself and that was fine. I came to terms with that a long time ago but then you... you made me want it for the first time and it scared the hell out of me."
"Don't think I could have lasted as long as I did with Hydra if I hadn't been thinking about you."
"Me?" Scoffing, feigning offense as he put the back of his hand to her forehead as if she was speaking out of feverish dreams.  "Think you need your head examined."  Both shared a whispered laugh.
"Ya know," eyes focused on his lips.  "I meant what I said and frankly I still do, but if you don't it's..."
Bruce kissed her silently.  Cupping her cheeks he put everything he could into that kiss.  A year's worth of worry and regret.  Put in all the love he didn't think he was capable of into it.  He let that simple kiss say everything that words couldn't.
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Another ThorBruce for @bruceweek 😍 I love these two! So many fluffy domestic moments slipping right into my remaining @flufftober prompts!
Bruceweek - Day 2 - Memories
Flufftober - Day 24 - 🫠
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Title: Well of New Memories
Fandom: Marvel
Rated: T
Ship: Thor/Bruce Banner
Warnings: None
Summary: Wanting to recreate the memory of their first date was a sweet idea. A beautiful romantic gesture at heart. Bruce hadn't thought that meant Thor dragging him through the Norwegian Mountains though, especially when it turns out what his boyfriend seeks probably doesn't even exist anymore.
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andreafmn · 1 year
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12 Days of Ficmas - Day 11
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Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): someone answered my daughter’s ‘dear santa’ letter and it’s actually super sweet how kind they’re being
Word Count: 3.1K
Story Description: It's hard being a single mom, especially during Christmas when all you wanna do is give your child a day to remember. But Ellie, (Y/N)'s daughter writes a letter for Santa that somehow falls into the hands of an Avenger.
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Bruce Banner x Female!SingleMom!Reader
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Dear Santa
Christmas was a hard time for many people. (Y/N) being one of them.
Though she loved her daughter more than anything in the world, it was tough being a single mother. During the holiday of giving there were certain expectations to provide your child with a day to remember. And although she did the best she could every year, she always felt like it wasn’t enough.
It was hard being by herself and doing everything in her power to provide for her daughter. She worked as much as she could without missing important moments with her daughter, Ellie. It was hard but she had managed it for six years already.
“Alright, dude, ready to make your list for Santa?” (Y/N) asked her daughter, sitting down next to her on the floor. “We can make it really pretty.”
“But I don’t want you to see this one, mommy,” the girl said covering the paper. “This one goes straight to the North Pole.”
“Okay, baby. I won’t peek.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, dude,” she laughed. “I promise I won’t look at this one. But I need to at least know what you’ll be asking for Christmas; cause I have to consult with Santa what the budget is.”
“I know, mommy,” Ellie smiled.  “Now, go! I gotta finish this.”
“Geez, you’re pushy today. But, fine. I’ll go to the kitchen and bake some brownies just for me, then.”
“That’s not fair! You have to share.”
“I’ll consider it,” she laughed. “Finish your letters and then we’ll talk.”
(Y/N) left her daughter for the kitchen, watching how she lost herself writing. She uncapped markers and pens, sharpened colored pencils, and brought out the crayons. She did everything to make this the best letter to Santa she had ever written.
Curiosity peaked in the woman as her daughter put her whole energy into the piece of paper in front of her. But she had promised the girl that the letter would remain between Ellie and Santa, and she meant to keep that promise. It would simply get lost in the sea of letters to the North Pole that would never reach the imaginary old man dressed in red.
The next morning, before dropping the girl off at school, they stopped at a blue mailbox. The little girl excitedly dropped both letters into the receptacle and went on with their day, thinking nothing would come out of the secret letter.
At least she had been able to see the one with her list. A couple of dolls, a couple of cars, a science kit, and other things (Y/N) could simply not afford yet. She would work as much overtime as she could at her job and hoped the Christmas bonus at the office would be enough to make rent and have left over for the presents.
A week later – after completely forgetting about the secret letter – (Y/N) was looking at her mail when a bright red envelope caught her attention. The letter was embossed in gold and the penmanship seemed expensive. Nothing she would receive from any of her friends or her family.
It was addressed to her and her daughter, which struck her as odd. Especially since there was no return address on the letter. Taking a knife, she sliced the top of the envelope open, pulling out a thick cardstock invitation from inside and a smaller envelope addressed only to Ellie.
On one side, it simply read:
You are invited to the
Avengers Winter Soiree
December 24th at 7 o’clock
at Avenger’s Tower
Dress Code | Formal
On the other side, in a handwritten font:
 A town car will be around to pick you and your daughter up at 6:30 pm on the 24th
(Y/N) didn’t understand how this invitation got to her, or even why. It wasn’t like she had entered a contest or met any of the members of the team. Receiving that letter was quite a peculiarity. But Ellie seemed to know exactly why they were the recipients of the letter.
“It was Santa, mommy!” Ellie exclaimed after reading the letter that was just for her. “We’re gonna meet the Avengers! Look. Look!”
The girl waved the piece of paper around as she ran to her mother to show her the letter written with the same lettering behind the invitation. Excitement overflowed from the child as she waited for her mother to finish the card that read,
Dear Ellie, I would like to let you know that we got your letter for Santa. It seems some envelopes got mixed up in the mail, and we just so happened to get yours in our mail. But, don’t worry! We had a talk with Santa and he said it was okay for us to help him with it. That’s why you and your mom were invited to the Christmas party in the Avengers Tower. You’re gonna be able to tour places no one is allowed in, join us in the lab, and be able to spend some time with the Avengers. We truly hope you are both able to join us on that day and that you enjoy your Christmas with us! Hope to see you soon, Bruce Banner Merry Christmas!
It was a heartwarming letter and it made her eyes well up with tears. The response was kind and completely out of the blue. And it made the woman all that more curious as to what her daughter had asked Santa for.
They were both excited about the party for the rest of the week, giddy to finally meet the valued heroes of New York. When the night came, (Y/N) and Ellie got clothed in their new dresses. The woman did both of their hair, put a bit of makeup on Ellie upon her request, and did her own.
Waiting for the clock to hit six-thirty was excruciating, their excitement too high to let them sit still. They were minutes away from the most sensational night of their lives, and they still could not believe it. Luck didn’t normally change for people like them.
As soon as the clock shifted into those awaited for three numbers, a knock rang out through the small apartment. The sound made Ellie jump to her feet, her sky-blue dress bouncing as she got up. The girl pulled at her mother’s arm, beckoning for her to move faster.
With a chuckle, (Y/N) gathered her things – keys, phone, purse, and coats. She turned off the lights in the apartment, making sure everything was off and their home would be there when they came back.
“Ready to go, dude?” 
“Yes!” Ellie screamed. “Let’s go!” 
On the other side of the door, they were met with a man in an all-black suit. He had a kind smile as a perfect accessory to his outfit, a pin with the Avengers’ symbol on his lapel.
“Ms. (Y/L/N?” he asked before she confirmed with a nod. “Well, my name is Lucas Miller and I’m here to escort you to the Avengers’ Tower.” 
“I’m Ellie,” the girl chimed in.
“Hello, Ellie,” he smiled. “Are you both ready to go?”
“Yes,” they chorused.
Mother and daughter followed Lucas out of the building and into a black town car. Inside, he told them they could help themselves to any food or drink that was in the back. But they were both too nervous to take anything. It was the nicest car they had ever been in, and they had no idea what to do with themselves.
It didn’t take long for them to arrive at the heart and soul of New York and park right in front of the tall tower where the world’s mightiest heroes resided. Rare was the time that the duo came into the city, and each time they did they were reminded of why people gravitated so much to the place.
Especially in the wintertime, New York City was a sight to behold. In between the white blanket of snow that always rested on the pavement, the lights and decorations made the whole grandeur of the city seem even bigger. For the time being, they were lucky to call that place home.
Lucas directed them both into the building and to the last floor.
“Well, this is where I’ll leave you,” he announced. “Just stay put and someone will be out to greet you in just a second. Have fun, and Merry Christmas.” 
“Thank you, Lucas,” (Y/N) responded. “Merry Christmas.” 
The man disappeared into the elevator, out of sight until the next day when he came to take them home. After the elevator dinged, the big doors in front of them opened, and a man walked out.
(Y/N) recognized him instantly. She had seen him in the news, rarely, but she had. He had been the same man to respond to her daughter’s letter.
“Hi,” he said, extending his hand. “I’m Bruce.” 
“(Y/N),” she smiled, taking his hand in hers. “Nice to meet you.” 
“And you must be Ellie,” Bruce directed himself to the girl. “We’ve all been very excited to finally meet you.”
“Can we see the labs?” the girl burst.
“Dude, manners,” (Y/N) reprimanded her daughter in whispers.
“That’s quite alright,” he chuckled. “I can tell you’re excited. So, why don’t we go on a tour of the place first?” 
The pair followed the man as he directed them through the place. Bedrooms, kitchen, training rooms, med bay, and simply any place that Ellie was simply not interested in – and she made that known many times. The girl wanted to rush through every spot that wasn’t their research lab, so all she did was peak in as Bruce talked and moved onto the next thing.
When they finally made their way to the labs, Ellie’s face lit up brighter than the city that doesn’t sleep. She stared in amazement as Bruce explained what every machine was for, the type of research he did there every day, and the things they had already accomplished with said research.
(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile at her daughter as she spoke to the man about things she could barely comprehend. The girl went on and on with questions the woman had no idea one could have. She was the most excited her mother had ever seen — going to museums was the second closest. It was the sort of happiness (Y/N) could give her every day.
What did surprise her was Bruce’s attentiveness to Ellie. He was patient with her, listening attentively to everything she said, and making sure she was satisfied with the answers before moving on to the next thing. When his attention wasn’t on Ellie, he would turn to (Y/N) and try to explain in simpler words what they were speaking of, making sure she felt part of the conversation.
Bruce was charming. Quiet, but very charming. There was something about him that made it easy to gravitate toward him. It did help that he was easy on the eyes, (Y/N) thought. But it was the fact that he was being so kind that made him the most attractive.
After being in the labs for over an hour, the three of them moved to where the Christmas party was in full swing. It was a small enough gathering. (Y/N) was able to point out the most known heroes quickly, some of the others were hazy but she knew their faces.
“Hey, Ellie,” Bruce said as he motioned for the kids in attendance to come closer. “Why don’t you play with the kids? These are Cooper, Lila, and Nathaniel. Guys, this is Ellie.”
Quickly, the kids ran off to play whatever it was they could, falling into a friendship as only children could. It was heartwarming how easily her daughter fit in, her happiness the only thing the mother cared for.
The man introduced the woman to the group, going around the room and making sure everyone knew who she was. (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel a mixture of intimidation and awe. She was sharing the same space with people that saved lives whilst she wasted away in an office. Yet they all seemed… normal. When they spoke to her she felt she was their peer rather than a random civilian.
After an hour of socializing in a group, Bruce and she were left by themselves as everyone carried on in their own conversations. He ordered a drink for them both as they stood at the bar, chatting with each other.
“So, I’m still wondering,” (Y/N) started as she took a sip of her glass. “Why were we picked to come here? I don’t see anyone else here that had no connection to the avengers. So, why us?”
“Well, what I told Ellie in the letter was true,” he responded staring down at his glass, too nervous to look her in the face. “Her letter did get mixed up with our mail. When I read it, I just felt the need to reach out. Have you not read it?”
“Ellie didn’t want me to read it, actually,” (Y/N) chuckled. “Said it was a secret between her and Santa. I promised her I wouldn’t read it, so I didn’t. And, somehow, now we’re sharing a space with the people that have saved the world a couple of times now. So, it had to be a hell of a letter.”
“Would you like to read it?” Bruce finally looked into her eyes, staring at the glimmer that was in them.
She was an attractive woman, that he could admit. But what intimidated him was her kindness. Ellie had made sure to paint her mother in a beautiful light in her letter. And though, mostly, he invited them to the party to fulfill Ellie’s wish, he also wanted to meet the mother of such a bright girl.
“I-I shouldn’t,” she stammered. “I promised her I wouldn’t. But you could tell me the gist of it. That’s a loophole, right?”
“Mostly she spoke about you. She said she had the most kind, hardworking, loving mother in the world,” he started as a dark red hue washed over her. “Ellie wrote that she knew how hard you tried to give her the best life you could. That being by yourself was hard, but you never put that on her – always trying to appear strong so she doesn’t know when you’re struggling. But she does.
She sees the nights you don’t sleep, the things you renounce for yourself so you can give to her. So, she asked for a Christmas when you didn’t have to stress over that. She said she wanted at least one day where you could feel as special as you made her.
And she said she really wanted to see the labs in the tower one day and learn about everything we – or rather I – did here. You have a very loving and bright kid, (Y/N). You should be proud.”
“Oh, I am,” she said as she wiped away the tears that had formed in her eyes. (Y/N) took Bruce’s hand in hers. “Thank you for this, Bruce, truly. It’s been hard being just the two of us, but somehow we’ve made it work.”
“To be perfectly transparent, her letter made me want to meet you. It was so genuine that I couldn’t help but be curious as to who had raised such a smart young girl.”
“Are you saying you had ulterior motives, Mr. Banner?” she teased. “That you didn’t do this out of the pure kindness of your heart?”
“W-well, y-you know,” he struggled to speak. Though he had started the flirting, he had never thought she would reciprocate.
“I’m only teasing, Bruce. I am actually glad I got to meet you,” she smiled. “If I am being perfectly honest, you are my favorite Avenger.” 
A look was exchanged between them, one that made everyone stare at them. It was no secret that Bruce lacked in the socializing department, but he had been very adamant to invite this seemingly random woman to their Christmas party.  
“Kiss her!” Thor yelled out, faking a cough.
 “Make a move, Banner!” Steve joined in.” 
“If you won’t,” Tony said passing behind them. “I will.” 
“Stop it, guys,” Natasha chimed in. “You know he’s a slow burner.” 
As everyone chuckled, Bruce guided (Y/N) out onto the balcony. As soon as the cold air hit them, he took off his blazer, draping it over her shoulders to cover her from the weather. Their hands brushed for a split second, and they felt it. A spark. Unlike when she had laid a comforting hand on him when he told her about the content of her daughter’s letter, this was purely done randomly.
“So, your favorite avenger?” Bruce smiled, breaking the silence. “I think you mean the Hulk is your favorite.”
“Nope. Dr. Bruce Banner is,” (Y/N) corrected, wearing the same teasing smile he did. “Ellie and I are fans of what happens behind the scenes rather than the fights. It takes a different kind of strength.”
“Well, I’m always happy to meet my fans,” he chuckled. “Although, I think you’re hurting the big guy’s pride.”
“Thankfully, I’m not interested in the big guy. But I am interested in a 5’9,” brown-haired, brown-eyed man with a Ph.D. in Nuclear Physics.”
“You’ve really done your research,” he smiled proudly.
“I told you, me and my daughter are big fans of yours.”
He took a second to respond, staring deeply into her (Y/E/C) eyes, before he asked, “Would you like to be my dare to our New Year’s Party?” he blurted. “Obviously with Ellie, of course.”
“Only if you take me on a date without Ellie.”
“I think I could swing that,” he chuckled.
(Y/N) couldn’t wait any longer and stood on her tiptoes to place a kiss on Bruce’s lips. After getting over being startled, he kissed back. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer to him. She could feel his warmth even in this weather and she wanted more.
“What was that for?” he asked pulling away out of breath.
“Well, didn’t have time to get you a Christmas present as a thanks for this invitation,” she grinned. “Hope you don’t mind.”
“As far as I know, this is the best Christmas present I’ve gotten.”
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You, Me & the Other Guy
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Key: 🥰 Fluff 😭Angst 🍆Smut 🍑WLW smut 🌑Dark 🩸Violence 🌶 Suggestive
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bruce banner x reader prompt: love note summary: an unfinished note from bruce before he leaves on a mission leaves you confused and curious during the lead up to your college graduation. pick a prompt and a character from the list (tags beneath the cut)
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Y/N, I tried calling, but you must still be in the lab. Tony called – they found a lead on the sceptre, and they need the Big Guy. We should be will be back before your graduation. I’m sorry; I’ll try calling again when I can.
Bruce.P.S.
You adjusted your trencher nervously over your hair as you joined the other graduates lining up by the stage, the note from Bruce in your other hand. He’d left three days ago for that mission, and you were still yet to hear word from him. It hadn’t been out of the ordinary since you’d met him through a Stark Industries chemistry internship a year ago for the Avengers to disappear for days at a time, but some silly, selfish part of you kept sticking on the fact that he was missing your graduation.
Stupid, sure. After all, he was just a friend and occasional work colleague now that you were now a newly paid employee of Stark Industries, but he was the only person you’d actually invited.
P.S.
There was a slight mark on the page following those two letters, a spot of ink, like he’d held the pen there for a moment before reconsidering.
What had he been going to write?
“Graduating with a PHD in Applied Chemistry: Y/N L/N.”
You straightened your shoulders as you heard your name announced, tucking the note into the pocket of your dress. Climbing the steps to the dais where the Dean stood waiting, you stopped in your tracks as you heard a lone cheer from the back of the crowd break through the polite applause. Holding back a disbelieving laugh as you recognized the voice and the Dean ushered you forward, you shook your head, accepting your diploma as your heart pounded in your chest.
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“Cutting it kind of close there, aren’t you?” you said as you found Bruce waiting for you on the edge of the crowd, away from the curious eyes of your classmates and their families. Pulling your trencher from your head, you ran your hand through your hair, returning his greeting smile. “Couldn’t resist a dramatic entrance, huh?”
“Tony did suggest flying the Quinjet right into the event, but I didn’t want to draw any attention away from you,” he replied. He had made the effort to dress for the occasion, a blazer and button-down paired with his dark wash jeans. His tie hung crooked, and you swore you could see colour rise in his cheeks as you reached up to adjust it for him. You smoothed your fingers down it, an almost giddy smile playing on the edge of your lips.
“Much appreciated, Doctor.”
“You’re welcome, Doctor,” he responded, smile widening as you chuckled. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Thanks,” you said, tucking hair behind your ear.
“And you…” he swallowed, gesturing awkwardly at your body. “It’s a pretty dress.”
You ducked your head, biting your lip as you smiled. Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out the note he had left. “So… you gonna explain this?”
“Ah…” he grimaced awkwardly, apologetically; his hands clasped together in front of him… a precursor to the hand wringing you saw him do whenever he was nervous. His curls caught the breeze slightly, sunlight glinting off the edge of his glasses. “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you more of a warning; Widow’s sources got word that the sceptre could have been in a stronghold in Nepal…”
“Not that, Bruce.” you said in amusement, trying not to roll your eyes. “The postscript that doesn’t exist?”
“Oh.”
“Oh?” you repeated, fingers curled around the note. “P.S.? P.S. what exactly?”
“Well, I…” Bruce swallowed, taking a steadying breath before he met your eye again. “That was…”
“Bruce?”
“Oh… hell, it was supposed to say this—”
Bruce took your face in his hands, bringing his lips down to your own. They were soft and warm and sweet, his fingers curling in your hair as he kissed you. The trencher fell from your fingertips, your hands coming up to rest against his biceps.
It wasn’t until you were almost burning for breath before you parted, Bruce’s forehead resting against yours.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered after a moment, his hands moving to your shoulders. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t’ve…”
“I love you, too.”
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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years
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NSFW Alphabet with bruce banner please? 👀
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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!
dividers by @firefly-graphics ​//​ banners by @maysdigitalarts
Main Masterlist ・❥・Bruce Banner Masterlist
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NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.
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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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queer-alienbean · 25 days
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OK I KNOW I HAVE BEEN GONE FOREVER BUT I FINALLY POSTED A NEW FIC
BRUCE BANNER X READER BC I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM
PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME
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ohwowimlonley · 1 year
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pretty pls can I have earl grey w/ Bruce Banner 🥺🥺 my prns and name r on my profile but I think you’d alr kno 😭😭
My love,
I know I haven’t seen much of you these past weeks, and that’s all on my. I miss you more and more every day, and it grows with every breath I take. The big guy misses you, too. He asks for you every night before I go to bed, and again when I wake up. It won’t be too long now, just a few more days while I finish this project for Tony, then I’ll be home safe. I’m taking you out as soon as I get home, to that Italian place on the corner? I know it’s not much, but I don’t feel like dressing up really fancy. Also, I’ve sent over a package with a few of those cableknit sweaters you always steal from me. Wear one for me when I get home?
Love you!!
Bruce <3
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