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prettykittycastle · 7 months

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Why Me?

Summary: The last thing Bruce expected to happen to him was getting a blowjob in the lab.

(The reader uses she/her pronouns and is 18+. The ethnicity/race is preferably black.)

(Content Warning: blowjob, oral sex, male receiving, slight dirty talk, slight sub-Bruce)

"You should relax, Dr. Banner."

"You're always so tense, doctor. I can help with that."

"Maybe the Hulk wants you to have some fun."

At the feel of your warm tongue running over the head of his cock, Bruce thought over the things you had said to him before this night. Of course at the time, he didn't realize you were constantly making suggestions to him, his focus always on his lab work. But now, lightly shuddering at feeling the tip of your tongue run against the slit in his tip, he felt incredibly stupid to not notice them sooner.

"Mmmm," you hummed, sliding his member into your mouth, instantly the salty taste of him on your tongue made your mouth water.

"Oh God," he moaned, closing his eyes and laying his head back against his lab chair, his legs shaking.

"How ya feeling, Doctor? Still tense?" you slipped him out of your mouth and asked him. You wrapped your hand around him and held him firmly, grinning up at the sight of the anxious scientist before you.

For a while you had been trying to get his attention, wanting so badly to have him writhing in pleasure and finally have him be able to relax. Tonight was gonna be your last night of trying to catch his attention and if he didn't catch on yet, you were planning on moving on, but it seems that the universe had finally decided to do you a favor, and Bruce finally noticed you.

Now looking at him, you just wanted to rip all his clothes off and ride the fuck out of him. His lab coat was spread open, the first couple buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned and some of the hair on his chest was showing, his glasses askew upon his face, and his pants were pulled down around his knees. Be patient, you told yourself, wanting so badly to hear him moan your name.

"Y-yeah,...n-no," he quickly changed his answer, trying to keep control of his mind and his urge to thrust into your hand. "Uh, (Y/N)-"

"Bruuuce," you cooed at him, beginning to slowly jerk him off, the saliva from your mouth making it easy. "Just relax for me, sweetie."

Easier said than done, he thought, closing his eyes tighter at the feel of your hand jerking him off. He knew that agreeing to this was risky, worrying that the big guy would appear at any moment, but he couldn't turn down the opportunity to have you, of all people, on your knees, ready to have his dick in your mouth.

"Please," he begged. He didn't have to say what he was begging for because you already knew and by the time, he opened his mouth, ready to say something else, your lips were wrapped around his member again.

"Mmm," you moaned around him, loving the salty taste of him on your tongue. Lowering your head, you relaxed your jaw and throat to take him deep into your mouth till your lips stopped halfway down his cock. When you felt that you couldn't fit anymore of him in, you let the saliva from your mouth run down his length before wrapping both of your hands around the rest of him. Bobbing your head and stroking him, you couldn't control the moans escaping your mouth and traveling to him. You had been fantasizing about this for so long and now you couldn't be happier to feel the heaviness of his cock on your tongue.

Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm. Bruce tried to remind himself this as he tried and failed to keep his lower half from lifting itself up from the chair and attempting to fuck your sweet mouth. He could feel his heart rate picking up and he worried that the other guy might make an appearance at the worst time.

"Shit, (Y/N)," Bruce groaned, letting his head fall back onto his lab chair while clenching the armrests tightly. "S-Slow down, please."

Your response to this request from him was simply bobbing your head faster, swallowing as much of him as you could, letting drool run out of your mouth and down his cock, helping you stroke him faster.

You didn't need to look up to know that the skin on his knuckles were probably turning green by how tightly he was holding the armrests and you wondered how long they would last before they completely broke off from the chair.

It's been so long. I'm not gonna last. He realized. The last time he had any type of sexual interaction was years, before the appearance of Hulk. After him, he never thought he'd ever get a chance to touch another person this way again.

"Bruuuce," you said, pulling your mouth away from him, but still stroking him. You looked up at him and couldn't help the smirk that grew on your face at seeing his head laid all the way back, holding onto the armrests for dear life.

"(Y/N)," he moaned your name again, hearing you call his name and forcing his eyes to open, and when they finally did, he instantly regretted it. The sight below him almost made him cum right then and there, but thanks to his years of perfecting control over the big guy, he held himself back from cumming too early. Seeing your (E/C) eyes look up at him, hazy and full of lust, your mouth and chin shining from the saliva on his dick, and the string of it hanging loosely from your bottom lip and his tip was almost too much for the poor scientist who had thought he would be living a life of celibacy because of his condition.

"How ya feel, Dr. Banner? You relaxed yet?" Your smirk grew wider, feeling his dick grow harder in your hands at you taunting him.

"Y-yes, yes, I am," he replied back, his eyes barely open as he tried to hold himself off from cumming, but your words were too much. "Please, (Y/N)."

"What is it," you asked, your voice changing to a lighter, more innocent tone despite what you were currently doing. "Bruce, what is it?"

"Aah," He moaned loudly, straining to control himself, his mind almost completely lost to lust. "I'm-I'm close t-to-"

"Close to cumming," you finished his statement, slightly tightening your grip and quickening your strokes. You could practically feel the cum waiting to burst from him. "You wanna cum?"

He couldn't find it in himself to open his mouth to speak, and simply nodded his head.

"Tell me. You wanna bust a nut on my face or in my mouth?"

"Oh God," he whimpered, lifting his hips to fuck your hands, his desperation evident.

"I'm fine with either one," you told him before lowering your head down to swallow his dick again, moaning at his hardness, and wiggling your tongue against the underside of him.

At that moment, Bruce couldn't handle it anymore, and before he knew it, his cum came spurting out of him in long, white, salty ropes down your throat to which you gladly accepted swallowing as much of it as you could.

If seeing you on your knees for him was already too much, watching you through half open eyes, gobbling and swallowing his cum was too overwhelming and he had to force his hand to let go of his armrest and use it to lightly push your head away.

"Shit, shit. Stop." He could feel himself becoming overstimulated, and knew without a doubt that if he got anymore stimulated, the big guy would definitely show up.

You didn't move at first, happily slurping up everything he offered and more, before deciding he had enough. You lifted your head from him and took a breath, wiping some of the spit from your face and gathering any cum that escaped from your mouth onto your fingers.

"Why," he asked, trying to catch his breath, and attempt to lower his heart rate back down. "Why...me?"

"What do you mean 'why you'," you asked, putting your cum-covered fingers in your mouth and sucking it off.

Seeing you do this, he had to take a second to calm himself down, before responding. "I mean...why out of all the guys in this building, you chose me? Why not Tony, Steve, Sam, Thor? Why me?"

The way he asked that made your heart almost break and suddenly the urge to fuck him grew tremendously stronger, wanting to give this man as much pleasure as you could.

"I don't want Tony or Steve or any of the others. Just you, Bruce. I like you. I think you're hot."

"Yeah, but," he sat up in the chair and straightened himself, his usual shyness coming back over him. "But why me? Why do you like me? The guy that has a big green rage monster in him."

"Because I think it's hot how smart, sweet, caring, and shy you are, Bruce." As you told him this, you stood up from the lab floor, wincing at the small ache in your knees and climbed into his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulder. "I've liked you for a while. And if you just want this to be a one time thing, I'm cool with that. But I also want us to be something." You knew that one of the reasons the scientist tended to distance himself from the others was not just because of his shy nature, but also because of his worry of how he, the team, and others viewed him and his second half. He saw his second half as a monstrous nuisance and thought that the team might as well, but you knew that was wrong and you want to show him that you view him as more than the Hulk, and as Bruce Banner.

"I can control him most times, but every now and then, he wants out and it's hard to put him back in," he warned you, placing his hands on your hips.

"That's fine. We'll handle it together." You laid a gentle kiss upon his lips, aware that he still has to calm his heart down from your blowjob. He didn't say anything else and kissed you back with a surprising amount of vigor that seemed to make the fire in between your legs burn stronger.

"You know we have to be careful in the future when it comes to...this," he pulled away and warned you.

"We will and we will have a lot of fun, too," you told him, going back to kissing him. Even though, you two had just made it official, you were already thinking of the many things you wanted to do to this man, and unbeknownst to you, Bruce was thinking of the many positions he could put you in by the end of the night, how to not risk the big guy coming out while doing so.

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jessybarnes · 2 years

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Untamed

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

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

Word Count: 4,129

Beta and Title Card: Yours Truly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hulk save you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y-Y/N…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Almost.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay. Okay, I'll try."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He blinked, "yes, Hulk know that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How was that, baby?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/N good. Hulk need more."

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

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

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

"Y/N okay?"

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

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

"Hulk like when Y/N feel good."

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

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

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

"Y/N feel wet. Hulk stop?"

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

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

"Yes. Hulk see Y/N"

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

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

He huffed and grabbed your hand with his free one.

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

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

"Hulk do good?"

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

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

"Yes. Hulk feel good too."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck, Bruce…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck, that was…that was amazing."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Bruce Banner x plus size reader

Bruce likes proving that even if you find others attractive, they will never own your cunt the way that he does

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, little bit of voyeurism, possessive!Bruce, Thor knows all 😏

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Bruce knew you had a crush on Thor. I mean it was pretty obvious given how you would clam up around the god, especially when he was working out. Bruce trusted you, he knew you would never cheat, but it was still so much fun to tease you.

And the one-way mirror that overlooked the weights room in the Avenger’s compound was absolutely a godsend for the good doctor.

The glass was freezing against the burning skin of your tits as you were pressed into it, your breath quickly causing condensation to form on the smooth surface. “B-Bruce.” You moaned, trying to reach back for your fiancé but he instead grabbed your wrist and pinned it to your lower back, his pace unwavering.

“Look at him while I fuck you.” He groaned, redirecting your lust-filled gaze back to the gym where Thor was working out. He was shirtless (as per usual), sweat dripping down his tanned skin like droplets of gold, leading your eyes to his rippling abs and dark snail trail that ended right above his tiny workout shorts. The bulge in the grey fabric was fucking magnificent and your cunt clenched down on the cock inside of you at the sight.

“Jesus, loosen up, you’re squeezing me so tight.” Bruce’s hips stuttered, suddenly incredibly close to cumming.

“T-too much.” You stuttered and attempted to pull away from his incredibly thick cock. Two calloused fingertips made contact with your clit, sending you further towards the edge.

“Watch him, watch him and know that he will never be the one to make you cum like this.” With a brutal thrust straight to your g-spot and a particularly firm pinch of your clit, you came violently around him. “Shit!” Bruce followed soon after, burying himself to the hilt inside of you and coating your pulsing walls with his release.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you enjoyed the view as well my love.” You cooed as you caught your breath. Bruce chuckled and placed a kiss to your bare shoulder before he carefully pulled out of you, causing you to hiss.

“We’ll explore that some other time honey. But I do unfortunately have to get back to work.” You reached back and brought your lips to his in a sweet kiss, a stark contrast to your previous activities.

“Go on. I’ll see you for dinner tonight.” He smiled shyly and with one last kiss, he did up his pants and sneakily left the small observation room. You dressed quietly, cringing slightly at the feel of Bruce’s cooling seed seeping into your panties but you couldn’t complain much; you were the one that insisted on a mid-day quicky.

You took one last glance through the mirror only to catch Thor’s bright blue eyes staring directly at you. He winked and blew a kiss your way before he turned and sauntered towards the locker-room with a noticeable tent in his shorts.

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In the Lab

Bruce Banner x Female Avenger!Reader

Warnings: nsfw, slight praise, choking, smut, 18+

Word count: 5k+ (I got a little carried away :)

Newly invited to stay with the Avengers, your favorite hobby had become annoying Tony in every way possible. It was a late Wednesday afternoon and you knew everyone would be busy winding down their work day. You had finished your paperwork earlier and had just finished a new book you started yesterday, so it was safe to say your boredom made you a tiny bit nosy and wander some. You rummaged through the kitchen looking for a snack, but nothing seemed appetizing enough. Making your way through the living and dining rooms you turn down the hallway, running your fingers lightly against the walls as you walk. You're finally faced with the door to the library at the end and push it open to look for a potential new book to start.

After thumbing through the majority of the bookcases, you come up short. Leaving the library as you pull the door closed, an idea pops into your head. Anxious to get closer to Bruce like you are with Tony, you make your way down to their lab. "Knock knock," you say while stepping off the last stair.

"Oh, y/n! Tony is up in his office. He got a little frustrated earlier, so I made him leave before he broke anything else. And so I could finally have some peace and quiet while I worked," he chuckles lightly to himself then turns to finish up what he was working on. "Feel free to make yourself at home though, just watch what you touch"

You then notice the lab is filled with a quiet level of classical music coming from the surrounding speakers. Tony usually has classic rock streaming over the sound system in whatever part of the house he is inhabiting at the moment. As a fan of all genres of music, I don't seem to mind either. You perch yourself on a space of empty tabletop and mindlessly stare at the back of Bruce’s figure. You never really paid much attention to how broad he was when he wasn't green. His shirt pulls across the ripples of muscles lining his shoulders and down his back. With your mouth slack, you continue your observation by taking note of his dark curly hair that you can tell has been tousled multiple times throughout the day. As you're drooling over him, your hand slips and knocks something over to your side. As the tools make a loud crash to the floor, you avert your gaze as soon as you make eye contact. "I'm so sorry!" you shout as you jump down to pick them up.

Bruce laughs and reassures you "it's no big deal, y/n. Just a couple of tools." He walks over to you and reaches out to grab them from your hands, "what's got you so flustered all of a sudden?" he asks, eyes demanding your attention.

"Wha- I uh, my hand just slipped," you stumble out as your face gets hotter and you just know your blush is really evident now. Bruce steps in closer to you, and you catch a whiff of his cologne as he reaches around you to replace the tools. Before you had a chance to realize it, he had turned around and was back in his seat hunched over his work and typing away on his keyboard. Taking a deep breath and subtly shaking out your hands to reorient yourself, you perch yourself back on the table and begin browsing for a new book on your phone, not being able to keep yourself from stealing a few looks here and there to peek up at the man sitting before you.

After returning to your room to call it a night, your thoughts swirled with images of Bruce. Did he really mean to get that close? Were you looking too far into this? Surely he didn’t see it the same way you did. His thoughts were probably more concerned with making sure his tools got put back in the right spot. I’ve gotta stop thinking about his tools and the places he can put them.. If you didn’t get ahold of these thoughts soon you wouldn’t be able to be around Bruce at all without presenting yourself as a stuttering tomato. It’s been so long since you’ve been with someone, but you’d hate to ruin any of the relationships you’ve created while living here. Surely he’s not even slightly interested, so these considerations are irrelevant anyway. Your subconscious fills your dreams with the curly-headed brunette that spends too much time behind a computer screen in the basement.

The next morning you may have spent a little more time getting ready, but you’d never admit it. You made sure to reach across him in the kitchen and brush against him in the hallway. These simple touches aren’t uncommon for you because you’re just a feely person, but doing these things more deliberately has to be obvious. It didn’t take long for Bruce to retreat back to his lab. You had been trying to come up with excuses to go down and see him but with Tony out of town for the next two days, you were coming up short with ideas that were obnoxiously obvious. You busied yourself with baking some cookies and dancing around the kitchen playing some music over the speakers. With the first batch of cookies already in the oven, you begin working on the dough for the next ones. Your hands are covered in flour and your hair clip has let a few stray pieces go free. With the music up, you don’t hear anyone coming into the kitchen until they’re standing behind you placing a hand on your lower back. “I thought I smelled something delicious and had to come find out for myself,” you jumped, throwing flour everywhere, as you felt his breath on your neck Bruce’s deep voice brought butterflies to your stomach. “Not surprised it’s something of your doing.” His hand drug across your back and over your hip as he made his way to the fridge to grab something to drink. You were stunned. Body not moving an inch with eyes wide as saucers and jaw on the floor. Okay, there’s no way this isn’t purposeful. Your thoughts turned your shock into confidence.

“Did I say they were for you?” You turned to face him with your hip perched on the counter, abandoning your previous task and wiping as much of the flour off your hands as possible with a towel. The smirk on your face briefly faltered as you locked eyes with him.

“Hmm, I’m sure I can convince you to part with at least one.” You had never heard him talk like this before, and the way his eyes darken as he takes slow and calculated steps toward you makes your pulse skyrocket. He’s less than an inch away from you. One good deep breath and your chests would brush up against each other.

“And how do you plan on doing that?” You have no idea where this boldness is coming from but now was the perfect time for this side to make an appearance. You’re looking up at him now because he’s almost a foot taller than you. He reaches around you to set his drink on the counter and heat travels to your core.

“I might beg, or even plead. I’d make promises I’m sure to keep. And I may even return the favor..” his breath is right by your ear. Your breath hitches in your throat, and you have no idea how to respond. The image of Bruce on his knees in front of you begging has you clenching your thighs together. Bruce retreats and runs his hand across your shoulder offering you a small smile. He’s under the impression he went too far. He noticed your body tense up as he got close and automatically assumed you were scared of him. Not wanting to make you more nervous he announces that he will be downstairs if you need him.

You hope the music was loud enough that he couldn’t hear your pulse beating through your skin. Now all flustered with the events that just took place, your mind was more scrambled than it was before. His rapid change in demeanor both normal to flirtatious and back to reserved made your head spin. The timer for the batch of cookies in the oven interrupted your thoughts and allowed you to get back to baking with all the what-ifs rattling in your head.

Time passes. The cookies are all finished and cooling, but Bruce has not returned from downstairs. So, you decided to make bring him some while hopefully making the advancements more obvious. You had never hand-delivered cookies to Tony before, much less anyone else. You make a stack of cookies on a plate and make your way to the stairs leading down to the lab. You lightly knock your knuckles on the frame as you stand in the doorway. Bruce’s eyes meet yours as he looks up, “well that didn’t take much begging.”

“Bold of you to assume these are for you. I could’ve brought them all for myself and just came down here for the company while I ate them all,” you cocked your head to the side with a smirk and a raised eyebrow in his direction.

“I get one or you can’t come in.” You rolled your eyes then Bruce’s chuckle filled the space and he quirked his head inviting you to come in. You enjoy his company more than you’ve noticed before. His personality is just as attractive as his body. You prop your butt against the table beside him holding the plate of cookies in front of you. You stare at his side profile and bite your bottom lip to hold back a smile. “I promise I won’t tell Tony you brought me cookies. I wouldn’t be able to put up with his jealousy any more than you could.” As he finishes up whatever he was doing on the table, he stands, grabs two cookies, and brushes a quick peck on your cheek as thanks. You’re glad he’s walking away from you because the blush that coats your cheeks is embarrassing from the tiny pass of his lips. You put the plate on the table in the middle of the room and grab one on your way to join Bruce. “I could actually use a hand with this,” his mouth was full of his second cookie. You brush the crumbs off your hands and walk up next to him indicating you were willing to help. “I need you to stand here and just hold this part as still as possible, and then I’ll ask you to hand me this part when I need it.” You briefly nodded your head and tried to slow your increased breathing rate from being so close. Bruce’s scent enveloped you and you were surrounded by the smell of fresh bergamot, mahogany, and soft musk. It was honestly drool-worthy. It took a conscious effort not to lean into him to get a stronger whiff, so you tried to concentrate more on the task at hand. Hands. Holy hands. You’ve never paid this much attention, well you’ve never been this close, to see his hands maneuvering tools around whatever contraption you were helping him with. If only your job wasn’t to hold this part still.. Your hands were shaking with evidence of your pent-up excitement. “Okay, I’ll take that piece now,” his voice was more serious, and a little breathy. As you held the piece out to him, he noticed how badly you were shaking and brought his eyes to yours. “You okay?” his question was laced with concern as he seemed to stare through you. Your quiet mhmm was paired with a slight nod that Bruce took as fear instead of excitement. He quickened his pace and with a couple more twists and turns he was finished. “Thank you, y/n. I really do appreciate it.” His voice was back to normal with a little bit of coldness and distance to it. Neither of you had stepped away and were inches away from each other. He finally turned his face to meet yours as he ran his tongue over his lips and pulled them in. You were shocked by his change of expression. You worried you had done something wrong when Bruce didn’t make the first move away worried he would intimidate you.

“I’m always down to hold your tools,” you added a wink to the end of your statements in hopes of lightening the mood. You saw the instant change as confusion swirled around in his eyes. In hopes of making your intentions more clear, you leaned closer into his arm that was propped on the table.

“I don’t understand..” he mumbles so quietly under his breath you almost don’t hear it.

“Do I need to spell it out for you?” Your sass coming out in full force. Bruce’s hand comes out and grabs your chin in a flash. He tilts your head up toward his so he’s looking down at you. You’re batting your eyelashes up at him to encourage him to continue. You feel your pulse quicken as you watch his eyes darken just a fraction.

He grips your chin a little harder and shakes it slightly as he says, “what’re we gonna do about this attitude of yours.” Your lips are parted with quick breaths escaping. “I’m sure I could come up with something,” his hand trails from your chin to your jaw and pushes your head back further exposing more of your neck. He leans in and runs the tip of his nose up the side of your throat breathing you in. You had no earthly idea Bruce was this sensual of a person. Or even this dominant. The thought of Bruce on his knees begging had returned to contrast with the thoughts of you being on your knees for him. A whine had involuntarily escaped your lips, and you felt Bruce’s smirk against your skin. He pressed a gentle kiss over your pulse point before turning your face back toward him. “I’m gonna need you to use your words, pretty girl. Because all this time I’ve been thinking you’re scared of me, yet here you are melting beneath my touch.” Another whine makes its way up from your chest, causing Bruce to let out a light chuckle.

“Right now, the only thing I’m scared of is Tony being able to watch this footage back of what’s about to happen.” He lets out a light hum that vibrates against your chest. He walks off with a light kiss to the corner of your mouth. You stare at his back and drool even more as he leans over the desk to type on the computer. His broad shoulders pulled his tshirt tight so his muscles were outlined through the material. Bruce stood and turned around and smirked when he caught you staring.

“Now then,” he made his way back over to where you had not moved from your spot, grabbed you by the hips, and picked you up to sit you on the table in the middle of the room. Your squeal was interrupted by him grabbing the side of your face and pressing his lips to your own. It all happened so fast, but it took no time for you to kiss him back and run your hands to the back of his neck and into his hair as he stood in between your legs. His other hand was grabbing onto you where your thigh meets your hip. You could feel his hands shaking as he was struggling with holding himself back. So, you gripped his hair a little tighter and pulled him to you wrapping your legs around his hips to deepen the kiss. It’s like the veil was lifted as Bruce’s arm wrapped around your back and his hand made its way gently around your throat. He was testing the waters and you appreciated his apprehension while waiting for approval. You leaned for throat further into his large hand and sucked on his bottom lip. His choking grip tightened just enough to inhibit the blood flow to make things more intense without making you pass out. He let out a gruff moan at the same time as you let out a mewling noise and your tongues battled against each other. You squeezed him closer with your legs and felt him hard against your thigh. A gasp came from your mouth as you got the first idea of how big he was. He separated the kiss to let out a chuckle at your reaction while he rubbed his nose against yours. His grip on your throat let up and his hand made its way to your chest. He left open-mouthed kisses down your neck and sucked on the skin where your collar met your throat. He pulled you closer to the edge of the table and ground his hips against your core. He pulled his mouth away from you and let out a loud moan. “This is something I never realized how bad I wanted but know now that I never want it to stop.” At that point, you were intoxicated by his hands and his words. He took a second to stare longingly into your eyes pressing his forehead to yours before a chaste kiss on your lips was followed by his hand on your sternum pushing you to lay back. You had to scoot a few things over before your back was comfortably flat on the table. Bruce ran his hands down the sides of your legs leaving goosebumps in their wake. He placed a strong grip on your calves and slightly massaged them as he pulled them up to where your heels were on the table and your knees were spread leaving you wide open for him. You craned your neck to see his eyes glaze over while he focuses on your core. He tilts his head up to the ceiling with his hands still caressing your legs. “You’re gonna be the death of me, y/n,” dropping his head and opening his eyes back to meet yours. His hands grab the waistband of your pants, waiting for your approval. You lift your hips slightly so he’s able to pull them off. His eyes finally leave yours and when they meet your core he lets out a sharp breath. He sinks to his knees and grabs both of your thighs to spread you open even further. You feel your body shivering with anticipation as you feel his warm breath against your wetness. It feels like you wait forever before he finally puts his mouth on you, and when he does you can’t help but let out his name in a breathy moan.

“Bruce..” one hand reaches down to tangle in his hair while the other reaches up behind you to keep in contact with the table to maintain a feeling of stability when everything he’s doing is causing you to fall over the edge in a dizzy haze. He moans and the vibrations of his mouth against your core make you jump. His chuckle from your reaction just continues those same stimulations that leave you a squirming mess beneath him. He runs his tongue up your slit through your folds and barely grazes against your clit. The soft moans leaving your lips just egg him on more. His strokes become more deliberate until he finally gives you what you’ve been waiting for when he flattens his tongue against your clit and gives it long, slow licks. A guttural groan leaves your lips as the electricity in your belly is building, close to the peak. His tongue continues its attention on your clit when you feel a finger circle your entrance before slowly pushing into you. Your back arches and you throw your head back, closing your eyes to focus on how good Bruce is making you feel right now. Bruce. Bruce Banner is on his knees for you right now giving you the best head of probably your life. Your whole body erupts into shivers as more warmth travels to your belly. You feel a second finger join his first curling inside of you to meet that perfect spot. The pressure his tongue is putting on your clit gets stronger. He’s reading your body like it’s the back of his hand and you have never been more surprised at the talent this man possesses for pleasing a woman. He can tell you’re getting close but doesn’t stop or change a single thing. He presses his large hand against your belly in an attempt to keep your hips still while he pushes you closer to your climax. Finally, the electricity sparks as your toes curl and your hands grip tightly onto whatever is close. Your vision goes black and your back arches off the table. Bruce slows both of his strokes as you ride out your high. Trailing kisses from your entrance and all the way up your stomach, you open your eyes as you come back down from your high to see him staring at you with lust filling his eyes and a smirk ghosting his lips. His fingertips are gently trailing up and down your sides as you finally begin to catch your breath. Your limbs are sprawled out beside you as you go to rub your eyes and attempt to understand what the heck just happened.

“Oh, don’t think I’m done with you just yet. Wait here,” he gives you two gentle pats on your thigh before disappearing somewhere in the room you don’t have the energy to look up and see where. He returns holding a water bottle he grabbed from the fridge in the corner. He grabs your hand to pull you to sit up, uncaps the water, and presses the cold edge to your lips. You grab it for yourself and take a few large gulps. “Good girl, you ready?” He grabs the bottle and brings it to his own lips where he downs the remainder of its contents. You look up at him questioningly. “I told you I wasn’t done with you yet. I just prefer to finish this in my room where its a little more comfortable for the both of us.” With this admittance, you hop down from the table and pull on your pants.

A gasp comes from your lips and Bruce’s head snaps in your direction. “The cameras.. Bruce, what about Tony’s cameras in here? I don’t want him seeing that.”

“I think you were too busy ogling at my ass, but I turned them off for the time being. I’m sure he won’t be able to see anything.” His hands wrap around your waist as his words ease your worry. “C’mon,” he grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers as he leads you out of the lab and up the stairs to his room. His room was neat and tidy just as you expected it to be. He pulled you into the room and onto his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. “This okay with you?” Instead of answering him you straddled his hips and pulled him in for another kiss. As the kiss got deeper, you ran your nails down his back and grabbed the hem of his shirt to pull it off. You broke the kiss to pull the t-shirt over his head and expose his chiseled chest and abdomen. You ran your hands over his muscles while his hands gripped your waist and traveled to your ass. In a blink of an eye, he lifted you off him and threw you to the center of the bed. Instead of crawling up after you, he stood and walked to the door to lock it and remove his shoes. His muscles flexed as he walked and you can’t help but take in his beautiful figure. He walks to the bedside table and pulls out a foil packet that he lays on top of the nightstand. Finally, his eyes return to meet yours and his hands travel to the button on his jeans. You bite your lip and nod your head as your gaze is lasered in on his hands as he undoes the button and pulls down the zipper. He pushes the jeans down past his thighs and steps out of them, leaving them in a pile on the floor. He slowly steps to the bed, and he props one knee on the edge of the bed before crawling his way to you. His eyes have yet to leave yours.

“Bruce, please..” the whines leave your mouth before you can even comprehend them as thoughts.

“Please what, angel?” His smooth voice filled the space around you. You didn’t even know what you were begging for. “Want me to touch you?” You couldn’t nod your head fast enough. “Well all you have to do is ask.” He continues crawling over you and settles himself in between your legs once again. His right hand is beside your head as he props himself up on it so he can bring his other hand up to cradle your cheek. He leans down to press a firm kiss against your lips. Your hands reach out and fan across his lean back trying to pull him closer to you. His hand leaves your cheek and travels down to your chest. His approval vibrates through his chest when he finds your nipple hard and pressing through your bra begging for attention. His hand travels to the hem of your shirt as he shifts his weight back on his ankles so he has both hands free to drag your shirt over your head. Both hands then find your breasts and knead them through your lace bra. He hadn’t noticed your matching underwear set until right now. “You do this for me?” A smirk adorned his face as his hands went from your bra to the waistband of your pants. He swiftly pulls them down your legs and tosses them to join his own on the floor. Your blush had traveled from your cheeks all the way down your chest. They say if a woman is wearing matching underwear, it was never the man’s decision to have sex. Bruce had paid attention to the curves of your body in the past, but he never imagined himself in a position like this. Now, he finds himself memorizing your figure in case he never has this chance again. You feel worshipped laying in front of him, and no one has ever made you feel as beautiful as you do right now. He leans down putting his weight onto his forearms that are framing your head as he continues kissing you passionately. Your hands continue roaming his back as he grinds down against you. The softness of his briefs is just enough friction to appease your wants. One thing is for sure, you appreciate that Bruce takes his time. Nothing feels rushed or pressed and this allows you to ease your mind and be more present in the moment. He continues this torture until you’re practically dripping and whining because the need for him is almost painful.

Your hands reach for the waistband of his boxers when he finally complies. He removes his last article of clothing and reaches over to the bedside table for the packet. Once he slides the condom on and rubs his length against your slit, you can’t help but release the moan that has been building inside you. You’re shaking with anticipation because of not only his size but also how enjoyable you know he is going to make this for the both of you. He reaches down between you to finger at your clit while lining himself up with your entrance. Your hips are tilting up towards him waiting for the wanted intrusion. He rubs circles on your clit and leans down to kiss your lips when he slowly pushes himself into you. You swallow each other's moans as he bottoms out inside of you. He allows you a second to adjust before he begins slowly moving, coordinating the circles on your clit with the pace he is creating with the rock of his hips. Your hands tangle in his hair as your kisses get sloppy. Your climax has already built up almost to the peak. Bruce can feel you squeezing around him. He picks up his pace and your orgasm crashes over you unexpectedly. Bruce rides you out through your high but doesn’t stop once you’ve evened out. Your moans get louder as he continues his thrusts and circles on your clit. His hips snap harder against yours as he leans down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth over your bra. The mix of the lacey fabric with the warm wetness of his tongue makes your eyes roll to the back of your head as another orgasm has already built itself up. As if you couldn’t squeeze him any tighter, he feels your muscles clamping down around him and knows you’re sitting at the edge. He stops the circles on your clit to pinch it as he thrusts into you hard and deep while he bites down gently on your nipple. Your back arches off the bed as you’re pushed off that cliff only for Bruce to be following right behind you. His hips stutter against you as he continues to ride out both of your highs. Once he slows, you’re faintly aware of the mess you made between you two. His breathing is still erratic as he caresses the side of your face and plants a soft, firm kiss on your lips. He nuzzles your nose with his before lightly kissing you on the forehead and pulling out of you with a groan. Your eyes droop closed as he goes into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and grab a damp towel to clean you up. After cleaning you and himself, he washes his hands and climbs back in bed beside you. You roll over into his side to lay your head on his chest while your breathings have gone back to normal. He pulls the covers over the two of you as you curl your leg around his. He grabs the TV remote to put on a movie. He looks down at you with adoration in his eyes, “I don’t think you realize how long I have been looking for you and I didn’t even realize you were right in front of me. I always took your stiffness as fear instead of affection. So I have a lot of time to make up for, I hope you don’t mind.” You lean up to kiss his cheek and sigh contently as you relax back into his chest.

“I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.” You’re surprised when you hear your phone go off with a text in the pocket of your pants from the floor. Bruce notions for you to get it, but when you do you see it’s a text from Tony. Your stomach drops to your feet. There’s no way he knows, right? A text tone then comes from the pocket of Bruce’s jeans. Your text from Tony was a message game request for chess, while Bruce’s was simply a screenshot of the weather in Paris. Your eyes are wide as they meet each other’s. He knows…

Bruce hides the second message that comes through displaying a screenshot of Tony’s notifications announcing someone had turned off the lab’s cameras.. Which led him to turn them back on to find the two in the midst of their predicament..

“I’m gonna go grab us some water,” Bruce barely gets his shorts on before rushing out the door toward the kitchen to call Tony.

Ahhh! What do you think Tony will have to say about their little connection?

Would you want a part 2 to find out?

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science-hoes · 6 months

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Hey can someone write some good ol Bruce Banner smut

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funnyexel · 6 months

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bruce likes to be called daddy

a/n: definitely took this out the vault and no I did not proofread and I will not be circling back to this. Ever.

Scanning your visitor id as you enter the compound building, you hit the sixth floor in the elevator and stand in the corner. Watching as each number increases to your desired floor. Exiting the elevator, you walk down the hall, yawning as the double doors to his lab open automatically.

“Hello dear…what… are you doing here?” His eyes widen in the slightest, clicking through digital files.

“To pick you up, why else? I guess it is a bit early.” You set your purse down on a stool by the door.

“Oh, yeah you’re…very early,” he sets down his glasses looking at the time for a moment as he opens a file and flips through the papers he realizes what you just said, “I’ll have to stay longer, I still have a lot of work to do…a project to finish up and such.”

“How much longer?” You ask him in an accidental harsh tone.

“Uh…an hour..,” he flinches, glancing at you and you watch him with your hands on your hips, ”a few more hours..” Nodding slowly, you move around the island he had in the middle of the office, standing next to him. “Are you alright?” He asks scratching the back of his head.

“You’re asking me if I’m alright?” You stare at him, tapping your finger on the table. “I am a-o-fucking-kay, babe.” You smile to him and he isn’t sure whether he should laugh or ask again.

“But since you need more time I’ll be home.”

“I…you do that. Just a few more hours…I think.” He returns your smile and rubs his temple nervous under your gaze.

“Okay, don’t stay too late. Call me.” You run your fingers through the front of his hair to fix the strands out of place, giving him a small smile.

“Alright darling, I’ll call when I’m coming.” He hesitates as he kisses you on the cheek, a hand on your hip as he gives you a gentle squeeze.

Smiling softly at him, you walk over to the door, grab your purse and wave to him, leaving abruptly. Taking a breath, you head home, kicking off your shoes and practically rushing into the shower. Its warmth and easygoing nature calming you. It washes off your stress and attitude accumulated from your entire day at work. Walking out the bathroom in a towel and shower-cap, you go to the dresser and quickly shut a draw.

“shit, wrong drawer,” you chuckle to yourself as you open your underwear drawer, the right one.

Even though your relationship is understanding about that kind of stuff, you still get a jump scare every time you mistakenly open your sex drawer. Two panties in your hands and you wonder which one you’re going to put on, in one hand: granny panties and in the other: lace, form fitting to your figure and ass. Shrugging, you decide and open another drawer in search for pajamas. Digging to the bottom of the drawer, you pull out black two piece, satin shorts matched with a cami top. Lace lined, boob push-up pads installed in the top.

The outfit hugged your hips, pushing up your boobs to sit pretty, displaying your collar bones to the world and a bit of your ass peeking out from the bottom of your shorts. You lotion your skin, take off the shower cap and adjust your slightly damp bonnet. Sighing as you look in the mirror, you put on your house slippers and head to the kitchen. Grabbing leftovers from the fridge, you turn on your seasonal reality tv show and sit, placing a pillow on your lap to shield your legs from the steaming plate of food.

Finally unwinding on the couch, a few hours go by, unbeknownst to you, and he comes home. Walking to the couch with exhaustion all over his features.

“hey…uhm…honey.” He clears his throat, your presence noticeably taking him aback.

“hi baby, why didn’t you call I would’ve picked you up.” You pout, looking up to him as he shuffles into the living room. Resting his work bag on the kitchen counter, taking his time to get to you.

“Oh, I…figured it’s late and,” he swallows loudly, “you’d be asleep…by now.” A flush on his cheeks as he sits down next to you on the couch.

“Aw, okay.” You scoot closer to him, gazing in his eyes as your hands move to undo his top button to his shirt. “you tired baby?” You ask, your voice low as you rub his shoulders.

“…yes, very tired.” He watches as you lean closer, eyes darting from your body to your face as if he couldn’t fathom your advances.

“You..should probably…not do, that.” He pauses, his breathing getting heavier as he becomes more and more flustered. Using every ounce of will in his body to keep his eyes on your face. Anything on your face, your eyes, your eyelashes, your cheeks, the ombre of colors on your lips or even your shiny skin, moisturized and beautifully brown.

“do what?” You ask seemingly innocently, a glint in your eye suggesting more, “all I’m trying to do is help.” You falsely pout, watching this man slowly spiral. Looking down at his unbuttoned shirt then back up at you, he swallows hard.

“um…you know what i’m talking about…” His tired eyes is replaced with a disheveled and desperate look. “Come on, you know how…weak-willed I get-”

Chuckling at him, you kiss him on the check, your lip-balm transferring to his skin.

“yes, I know all about that,” you shift your body to straddle his lap; easily unbuttoning his shirt. Eyes wondering to his lap, he looks up at your chest, face hot as you settle onto his upper thighs.

“Okay..uh..just be quick.” He exhales deeply, his arms at his sides but finger tips dusting over the sides of your lower thighs.

“be quick? you don’t want me to take my time?”

“Y-you..well,” he tries to chuckle off his nervousness but he can’t help how good you look, “you..can..”

Smiling at him, you lean closer to him, your mouth by his ear.

“does my body make you nervous, hm?” Smoothing your hands down his toned arms, you grab the back of his palms and put them on the curves of your hips. As he nods to you, you hit the back of his hands playfully to give him some courage to touch you freely.

“it does…you’re very…” He squeezed your hips tightly, holding eye contact with you as you squeal.

“go on, tell me daddy.”

“you’re very…very beautiful,” tilting your head to the side you give a sleazy smile, your hips grinding against his, “m’ wife is stunning,” he utters, eyes lidding and lust accumulating with every stunt you pull.

“thank you.” Your smile never leaves as you move his hands down to your butt and dig your fingers into his skin, just enough to amp him up. “I know you like my ass more than anything.” You tease.

“can’t keep your eyes up here?” He clears his throat, not answering your question as he leans into you.

Gripping your ass and pulling you forward, your body crashes into his and your lips connect in slow manner. Soft and slow, cute and calm, he wants to see how you react to this, to make sure you’re comfortable. Stopping the kiss with a soft gasp, you look at him, eyes closed, breathing deeply and sexy as fuck. Rubbing your hands against his stumble, you look down to his lips and shove your tongue past his lips. Feverishly deepening the kiss, your free hand gripping his belt and tugging on the leather. His self control deteriorated as he deepen the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in blindsided lust and soon-to-be pleasure. Your body being set ablaze as the desire to swallow his breath consumed you.

a/n : I am slowly running out of ideas. I hate the word daddy but somehow it fits when I think of bruce. its girl math ig.

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louwaffles · 1 year

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Tony, Bruce, Nat, Wanda, Steve: *Sitting and minding their pretty business*

Y/N: Gosh, do I have to do everything around here? As the only responsible one in this group of delinquents, of course, I have to clean everything up.

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chaotictasha · 2 years

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Incorrect quotes #68

Loki: *Gently taps table*

Y/n: *Taps back*

Bruce: What are they doing?

Thor: Norse code.

Loki: *Aggressively taps table*

Y/n: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

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chokemewanda · 2 years

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I need more Bruce banner content, please write more for him. I love your writing so much, it’s literally the best I’ve read 😩😩

Partition

Bruce Banner x F!reader

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Warning: smut, swearing, dirty talk, oral sex, p I’m v sex

Bruce had collected you at your apartment building, his driver holding the door for you as you clambered in beside him. He looked delicious, all dressed up in a way you had never seen him. Tony should throw a party more often if this was how Bruce looked at them.

He seemed to agree, desperate for you before you had even settled in the car, attempting to steal kisses as you put your seat belt on and the car began to move again.

"You can't kiss me." You giggled, diverting Bruce away from your red painted lips again and he groaned, kissing your neck instead. You laughed, your hands tangled in his hair and blushed when the driver rolled up the screen, offering you both privacy.

"Just one kiss?" He asked, begged. You laughed again, arching away from his searching lips. He pouted again, leaning into your chest which you had pushed out to keep him away.

"Bruce." You gasped as he laved your skin with kisses, dipping down between the valley of your breasts. "We're going to be there soon."

"Don't care. You look amazing." He hummed against your skin, pushing the strap off your shoulder and lowering your dress. "Need a taste."

"Dr. Banner." You gasped teasingly. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you wanted to sleep with me."

"Want those pretty red lips wrapped around my cock." He told you honestly, bold enough to actually shock you. You pulled away, swallowing heavily.

"Really? Right now?" You asked and he nodded, the air in the car turning thick with desire. You didn't need to be asked twice, undoing your seat belt and slipping to the floor in front of Bruce, hands resting on his thighs.

"You gonna get those slacks off or have I gotta do all the work?" You asked breathlessly. This whole thing with Bruce was new. One day you had been offering him a hand with his bacteria study the next he had been kissing you breathless against the door of the lab.

He busied himself with unzipping his pants and freeing his cock, red and leaking. He hissed at the cool air and pumped himself slowly. “You see what you do to me?”

You throbbed between your legs at his words, unable to believe the effect you had on him. Bruce was normally so calm and collected so to see him like this, a wreck before you had even kissed him, was nothing short of a power trip.

You couldn't find the words to express what you were feeling so instead of becoming a stuttering mess you put your mouth to good use, leaning forward and taking his tip between your lips, your eyes holding his.

He gasped, throwing his head back and taking several deep breaths. You didn’t move, letting him get used to the feeling. You knew things with a Bruce were fragile, he had to keep control or you could get hurt. You respected it.

It also made you unbelievably horny to know he was willing to risk everything for you.

When he looked back down, nodding to let you know it was safe. You bobbed your head shallowly, warning him with your eyes before pressing your face forward, your nose pressing against his pubic bone.

One of your hands found his and brought it up to your perfectly curled hair. He clenched his fist, using the leverage to pull you up and down his cock in slow strokes.

You swallowed around him, inhaling through your nose. You were surrounded by his scent, his body. It was overwhelming in the best way. He pulled you off, yanking on your hair so you were looking up at him.

He looked over your face for a moment before grunting and releasing your hair. He reached down, manhandling you with hidden strength. You were on his lap, underwear ripped in the space of five seconds.

You didn’t need verbal instruction, rising up and pulling the hem of your dress with you. Bruce bunched the fabric in his fist, allowing you a free hand to hold his cock as you slid down slowly.

You moaned, low and long as he entered you, stretching your body in every delicious way you always craved. You both inhaled when you bottomed out, staring at each other.

“Kiss me now?” He asked and you whined, kissing him deeply. He rolled his hips and you whined again, cock drunk already. “Gonna let me fuck you?”

With one hand around your waist, he waited for your nod and then lifted you slightly so he could hammer into your clenching cunt. Your voice was reduced to hoarse whispers and whines as he took what he needed from you.

You came first, you always did. He followed close behind, groaning in that strained way when he painted your insides with his seed. His fist clenched where it held your dress and the seam of the fabric ripped under his hand.

“Sorry.” He whispered against your neck. He didn’t sound one bit sorry, covered in red lipstick and foundation smudges on his collar.

“We can’t show up like this.” You frowned and Bruce twitched, still inside you. “I need to fix my make up.”

“You can use my room in the tower. I haven’t had a chance to show you my bed yet.” He teased and you laughed, relaxing against him.

“You’re insatiable.” You whined as he rocked his hips again. “I won’t be able to walk.”

“The less you can walk the longer you’ll be in my bed.” He teased with a laugh. He pushed your hair back, wiping under your eyes to the tears that lay on your lash line.

“Am I a mess?” You asked with a pout and he nipped your bottom lip.

“Mhmm, you look like you’ve been fucked.” Bruce was proud of himself and you rolled your eyes.

“Beyoncé fan?” You asked him and he scrunched up his face in confusion. “Isn’t this a little on the nose for Partition?”

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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Devotion

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

Word Count: 1200 words

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

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

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

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NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you gonna do good for me?”

“Yes, baby, yes!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, I’m about to fuck you so hard.”

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

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

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years

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Tattoo (B.B)

Warning(s); dom!Brucey<3,,illusions to smut (no actual smut),Fluff!,counting rule (you’ll see)

Pairing(s); Bruce Banner X Girlfriend! Reader!

Summary; You got a tattoo without Bruce knowing.

A/n; I haven’t written anything for Bruce yet, this was originally an idea for Sam/Bucky but I think it turned out cute for brucey bruce!<3

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This whole thing started a few months ago, after your date night with Bruce you were talking about nonsense really, arguing about who was better at mathematics. It was definitely him. You passed a tattoo shop promoting couple tattoos.

“Hey, would you ever get a tattoo?” You asked and Bruce chuckled “uh, I don’t know. Not sure how I’d react to the pain” you nodded “why do you ask?” You shrugged “just curious I guess”

***

Curiosity got the best of you a few nights ago after one to many drinks with Nat you ended up in that same tattoo place. You vaguely remember the conversation with the person who did the tattoo. You woke up the next morning with not only your head but your hip hurting as well. When you looked in the mirror you gasped seeing Bruce’s name etched permanently into your skin in black ink.

“Oh god” you groaned, Bruce always said tattoos like that were stupid. ‘Why put their name on you? It could always end, what do you do then?’ You squeezed your eyes shut and sighed. This was it, your relationship was gonna end and you were gonna have evident proof of your ex on you.

You managed to keep the tattoo covered or hidden up until today, you were hanging out in the lab with Tony and Bruce. Really you were just distracting your boyfriend from his work, he was too busy admiring you to focus on the task at hand.

“Okay, stop distracting my helper, out you go” he pressed his hands on your hips to shove you towards the door and you winced as the tattoo was still slightly fresh, the swelling still there. They both looked at you and Tony pulled his hands away from your body. “What was that about?” Bruce asked eyebrow raising “nothing, just a little sore after my work out, I’ll just go” you said rather quickly turning on your heel to walk out.

“Babydoll.” Bruce called in his warning tone and you froze “turn around, bring your ass back over here, now.” He demanded and you turned around “really, I have plans with Wan, I should-” “do not make me come get you, one.” You chewed on your lips hearing the first number “Two…” he said eyes glaring “babydoll you know what happens at 3,don’t think just because Tony’s here I won’t do it” that had you moving quickly walking back over to the pair of them.

“You work out on fridays, it’s Tuesday. Spill” you waved your hands “really I’m just sore that’s all, maybe a warm bath will help” you said smiling innocently at him. Nat walked into the lab “hey, that Tattoo shop called apparently you left your rings-” Bruce’s eyes shot to nat and then back to you “I’ll come back” she said quickly leaving the room.

“A tattoo??” Bruce questioned and you smiled nervously “maybe…” your voice went higher then normal and Bruce shook his head. “Show me.” You shook your head “really, you’ll think it’s stupid Bruce, I-I was drunk I-” “I said show me babydoll, what’s with this attitude?” Bruce huffed switching the hand his pen was in and using his hand to pull up your shirt.

Bruce stared at the black ink that spelt his name for a minute before he slowly dropped your shirt back down. He was quiet, just staring at the spot that was not covered by your shirt. “You good? Tony asked and Bruce glanced at him nodding “yeah, great” bruce said eyes finally pulling up to meet yours.

“Excuse us Tony.” Bruce grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the lab and into the first empty hallway he found. You felt the wind almost knocked from your lungs as he pushed you against the wall. “Bruce, I’m sorry I know you don’t like it I’ll try to get it removed, it just needs to heel first-” your rambling was stopped my just lips on yours.

He kissed you with feral passion his lips hungrily pressing against yours as his tongue dominated yours. His hands dug into your upper waist making sure to stay away from your hips. Bruce pinned you to the wall with his own waiting your hands tangling into his hair as he finally pulled away from your lips just long enough for you to breathe before his lips were back on you. The routine continued for what felt like hours but it was only about 15 minutes

“You aren’t removing it.” He said once he finally broke from your lips one of his hands leaving your waist to grip your chin. “Do I make myself clear?” You nodded,dazed. “That’s my good girl,now go wait for me in my room.” He pecked your lips one last time before stepping away allowing you to walk off.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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“Look at him while I fuck you.” with bruce banner for your 3000k followers challenge ❤️

Green Eyes and Red Hot Blood

Just a good dose of jealous Bruce and horny Tony.

Warnings: exhibitionism, smut, unprotected sex, possessive!Bruce, slapping, little bit of choking, some degradation, Bruce goes a bit green

WC: 1.1k

Minors DNI

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Bruce was a hard man to crack. He had spent years forcing himself into the role of a meek but brilliant scientist in order to protect the people around him. He forced himself to hide who he truly was for so long that it was inevitable it would all come crashing down at some point or another.

Your relationship was relatively new, all tentative touches and secret words. It was the typical office romance; you bumped into each other in one of the many break rooms in the Avengers compound. You introduced yourself and he got so flustered that he spat out a random science fact and then ran away. He approached you again about an hour later, cheeks a dark red and handed you a cup of coffee (exactly the way you liked it) and asked you out.

Bruce was sweet, especially when making love, as he insisted you call it. And you adored that about him, but sometimes, sometimes there was this glint in his eye as your nails dug too tightly into his back or he caught sight of the love bites along your neck.

He just needed a little push to unlock that part of him and Tony was the perfect man to do it.

A wolf whistle echoed through the mostly silent lab as the glass doors slid open. “Damn Y/L/N, you are looking particularly sexy today.” Bruce looked up from his work to see you stroll through the entryway wearing a typical work outfit: a black pencil skirt with stockings, heels and a white button-up, nothing out of the ordinary.

You rolled your eyes at the billionaire. “You know that I can report you for sexual harassment right.” You retorted with a scoff while walking over to your boyfriend. Bruce flushed and cleared his throat.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were going home early today?” He asked, making an effort to ignore his friend. You shrugged, the action barely covering how your red-painted lips turned up into a smirk.

With your wide hips swaying seductively, you rounded his desk to slip between him and the dark metal. Unconsciously, his large hands dropped to your waist and squeezed. Your hand wrapped around his neck, burying themselves in his salt and pepper curls. “Well, I thought I would come and rescue you. We can go to my place, get some Chinese and then…” You leaned into him so your lips pressed to his ear as your breasts pushed against his strong chest, “I’m going to suck your cock until you beg me to stop.”

Bruce’s breath hitched and his blush got darker. “Holy hell Y/L/N, what did you say to the Jolly Green Giant to get that reaction! And can I be next!” You growled under breath, very obviously not appreciating the audience.

But your man had a very different reaction. “Leave her alone Tony.” He stepped between your shapely legs, forcing the hem of your skirt to rise. Yet the most interesting thing was the hardness now nestled against your soft stomach. You raised your eyebrow at him but Bruce wouldn’t look your way, instead he was glaring at Tony, a radioactive green swirling in his eyes.

“Oh come on! I’m just teasing, unless…” Even without looking, you knew the self-proclaimed billionaire, philanthropist, genius, playboy was smirking in your direction.

“Bruce, we can just go. Ignore him.” Tony scoffed and muttered something under his breath before turning away from the pair of you to focus back on his work.

“Actually, I have another idea.” You barely had time to yelp before you were flipped around and pushed down onto the desk with Bruce’s palm in the centre of your back, keeping you still. He draped himself over you so his chin could fit into the crook of your neck. “Do you want this?”

A throaty moan was your answer and he smiled against your ear lobe before biting lightly. “Good girl.” The silky material of your skirt was easily slid up the expanse of your ass, exposing your ruined white panties to the cool air of the high tech lab. Your fingers curled into the palms of your hands as Bruce moved at a snail’s pace, kissing down your spine as he rolled back up to stand up straight.

Your eyes flicked over to the other end of the room, making sure Tony’s attention was towards the hologram beside him. You sucked in a harsh breath as the thin fabric covering you was shifted to the side and your slick folds were revealed. Fire curled in your belly as you heard the quiet clink of a belt buckle.

You half expected to feel the rough pads of his fingers delicately brush your throbbing clit like he always did during foreplay but instead you felt the fat head of his cock notch against your entrance. Nervously, you wiggled against the bench only to have Bruce pin you down once more. “Keep still.” He hissed quietly.

“B-Bruce.” You whimpered and you looked back at him. His eyes were dark, the brown swallowed by his huge pupils while his chest heaved. Lines of green crawled up the veins in his neck as he smirked down at you wickedly. This wasn’t your sweet Bruce, this was the Hulk.

Before you could even register that his hips were moving, you were stuffed full of his cock. Your pussy burned with the stretch, struggling to accommodate his thick length. You gasped in a vain attempt to fill your lungs with air but you were quickly cut off as Bruce’s left hand curled around the back of your neck, fingers pressing into the side of your oesophagus. “Look baby, look at what you’re doing to him.”

He forced you to turn your head back to Tony who was now sitting behind his desk, slack jawed and blushing like a schoolgirl. “Enjoy it Tony, cause this is the only time you will ever see her like this. She’s all fucking mine.” He punctuated each word with a devastating thrust forward into you.

Pleasure and pain ripped through you like a bullet, wetness spilling from you in waves with each thrust. You couldn’t help but let your eyes flutter shut, too absorbed in the feeling of being so full to bother keeping them open. A harsh slap to your cheek made them snap open once more. “Look at him while I fuck you.” He snarled cruelly, his voice dropping an octave. “Make him see what a good whore you are for me.”

Obeying, you met the other man’s eyes just in time to see him shift uncomfortably in his seat as his shoulder jerked briefly but quickly stopped as he looked at your face. “You’re all mine, princess.”

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Bruce Banner SFW Alphabet <3

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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science-hoes · 4 months

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At this point I just want anything Bruce Banner x reader. Even old stories. I’m in the trenches.

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Avengers Preferences

How You Meet

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Captain America/Steve Rogers-

Working for the infamous Nick Fury was a hard job as it was. Now working for him as and being his goddaughter was a whole other level of difficult. Behind closed doors, he was gentler and loving in his own, unique way. However, in public, it was strictly professional. You didn’t receive any special treatment and were held to the same standard as every other agent. You didn’t mind, it was how it was and you were understanding.

Fury had been proud and excited when you decided to become a SHIELD agent. As you quickly rose through the ranks, you began working closely with Phil Coulson and Maria Hill. You also worked closely with Hawkeye and Black Widow. In fact, they were the ones who recommended you for the Avengers Initiative. Fury protested at first because of Tony Stark, but with some help from Hill and Coulson, he relented.

To welcome you and bring some positive light to himself, Tony Stark threw one of his legendary parties. Opting for a more modest look, especially considering your godfather was there, you wore a dress that stopped at your knees and some comfortable flats. You kept your makeup minimal and natural as well. After you were satisfied with your appearance, you made your way to the party.

The party was indeed just as grand and lavish as everything Tony Stark did. People mingled about, barely acknowledging you despite the party being in your honor. You didn’t really care though. You knew they were just here for the free booze. You pushed your way to the bar where you saw Natasha and Maria talking.

“Ladies,” you greeted. They smiled and waved you over, handing you a glass full of sparkling liquid.

“Hey, you look cute,” Maria said. You smiled, tilting your head.

“Well, it was this or sweats,” you jested. Natasha let out a snort, smirking behind her glass.

"Ah! Here she comes. The woman of the hour," Clint announced. You playfully rolled your eyes.

“There she is! The woman of the hour!” Clint announced as he made his way to you. You playfully rolled your eyes. He waved over two figures. “Y/N, meet Dr. Banner and Thor.” Dr. Banner was a small man with glasses who looked completely uncomfortable. His hair was a curly mess as he rubbed his hands together, eyes darting in every direction. Thor seemed more at ease in this environment. He gave you a big smile, grasping your hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, his voice booming over the loud music and other party-goers. He was a giant compared to everyone with long, blonde hair.

“The pleasure’s all mine,” you replied. The six of you engaged in small talk, well, more like you Maria. Natasha and Dr. Banner had some weird, and slightly awkward flirting thing going on between them that you wanted absolutely nothing a part of. And Clint and Thor were trying to outdrink each other. Though from the look of it, Thor was winning easily.

After a while, Phil came up to congratulate you. He nodded towards the other side of the room where you spotted Fury talking to America’s own golden boy, Captain America. Though they appeared deep in conversation, Fury waved you over. Phil gave you a pat on the back as he replaced your spot next to Maria.

“L/N. I want you to meet your new leader, Captain Rogers. Rogers, this is your newest recruit, Agent Y/N L/N.” You nodded your head, sticking your hand out. He grasped your hand, shaking it firmly. His hands were surprisingly soft--just like his baby blue eyes. He gave you a boyish grin, causing you to smile.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Agent L/N,” he told you.

“The pleasure’s all mine, Captain Rogers,” you replied. He gave you a boyish grin, scratching behind his ear.

"Please, call me Steve."

"Y/N."

Iron Man/Tony Stark-

Most people spent their Friday nights at the bars, getting wasted with friends and hitting on strangers. Not you though, you worked well into the night. You were at the bar too, but you were behind the counter, watching as everyone made fools of themselves. Though, you didn’t usually work on Friday nights, but your coworker had convinced you to cover their shift, a stupid decision on your part. While the amount of money you would make would be amazing, having hundreds of people scream for your attention wasn’t.

This Friday night was no different than any other. Loud, drunk adults slurred their orders to you as they attempted to flirt with each other. The night seemed to drag on as you continued to make drinks and throw away napkins with scribbled numbers on them. And as the night progressed, and the crowd around the bar slowly but surely diminished, you were able to relax somewhat. You were just about done with creeps staring at your tits.

You were cleaning a glass when someone called for you. You set the glass down and turned around, throwing the rag over your shoulder. If you weren’t so tired, you probably would have choked on air when you saw Tony Stark: genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and freaking Iron Man sitting at your bar. You walked over to him, resting your forearms on the bar.

“What’s your poison, sweetcheeks?” you asked. He licked his lips, peering over the rim of his glasses at you. You quirked a brow, staring at him expectantly.

“I’ll have your best whiskey--neat.” You nodded, turning to pour him his desired drink. Despite his television persona, the man at least had taste. You handed him his drink, watching as he took a long sip. He nodded his head approvingly. “This is perfect. You know, I could give you my best later. Though I can’t promise it’ll be neat,” he said with a wink. You let out a snort, shaking your head.

“Sorry sweetcheeks, but you’re gonna have to do better than that. I thought you were a playboy?” you teased. He chuckled, shooting you a wink. You didn’t see him much after that, he seemed to have disappeared from the bar, probably in the arms of some hot, blonde, model. You shook your head, continuing to clean the counter. Guys like him didn’t go for girls like you. Not seriously.

Your shift finally ended when the bar closed around two o’clock. Relief flooded your body as you collected your tips and clocked out. You bade your coworker a good night and began your trek home. While you were walking under the streetlights, your skin began crawling. You looked around but couldn’t see anyone around you. Quickening your pace, you marched on, your purse clutched in your hand.

You were almost to the front stoop of your apartment when a pair of arms wrapped around your body, yanking you into a dark alley. One of the hands covered your mouth while the other was wrapped securely around your arms and body.

“Hey baby. Wanna have some fun?” slurred a voice. You rolled your eyes despite the danger you were in. You struggled to break his grip on you, but he was a lot stronger than he appeared. “Calm down baby, I’m not gonna hurt you.” His breath reeked of alcohol, making you want to gag.

“Maybe not, but if you don’t let her go, I’m going to hurt you.” The drunk let go of you and scampered away. You fell back against the nearby wall, taking deep breaths.

“Thank you, so much,” you said, turning your head. You certainly weren’t expecting to see Iron Man standing on the sidewalk outside the alley way. His face lifted up, revealing Tony Stark beneath the mask.

“So… about my previous offer.” You shot him a harsh glare. He held his hands up, taking a step back. “Kidding, although, I should at least get your number. You know, in case you need me to save you again.” You rolled your eyes but pulled your lipstick out of your bag anyway, writing your number on the arm of his suit.

Hulk/Dr. Bruce Banner-

After the New York incident, your brother, Clint Barton, had been very adamant about you moving in with him. Well, he actually wanted you to move in with Laura, but you refused to live on a farm. Tasha and your brother had helped you move from your tiny apartment to your room at the compound, located conveniently next to Clint’s.

Tony came to help as well. As well as to see one of his favorite college buddies. Oh yes, you, him and Rhodey had all gone to college together, though you were a few years younger than them. He’d been more than happy to hear you’d be moving into the tower.

Once everything had been unpacked and put into its place and you were settled, Clint took you up to meet the rest of your housemates. They were all waiting around in a lounge room with Tony, naturally, in the center of the crowd, talking animatedly about himself.

“Mini Me!” he cried when he saw you. He dramatically sauntered over to you, wrapping you in a hug. Your brother, usually not fond of men near you, had no problem with Tony. You returned his hug. “A pleasure to have you finally join us.” You chuckled, detangling yourself from him. Clint wrapped his arm around your shoulders, guiding you to the rest of the Avengers.

“Guys, this is my sister, Y/N. Y/N, this is Steve Rogers, Thor, and Dr. Bruce Banner.”

“It’s great to finally meet you all,” you told them, flashing them your dazzling smile. “Clint has told me so much about you guys.” Thor was the first to approach you, pressing a quick kiss to the back of your hand.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Y/N.” You let out a giggle, covering your cheek.

“Oh, I like you.” He flashed you a bright smile which you happily returned. Steve said hello, offering you a simple handshake. Bruce was more timid, giving you a curt nod and a small wave. You found his semi-flustered state cute, and it kind of melted your heart.

“So, uh, what’s the story behind Tony’s nickname for you?” Steve inquired. Before you could reply, Tony was wrapping his arm around your shoulders, answering for you.

“Well you see, Capsical, this marvelous, young woman here is party central. You guys thought I was crazy--this girl--this girl is crazier. Her knowledge of alcohol is unbelievable and her ability to attract the male gaze is unbeatable.” Clint glared at that last part, rolling his eyes. You brushed Tony’s arm off, crossing your arms over your chest.

“As much as I appreciate the sentiment, I did get two degrees in art and design and biochemical engineering.” The rest of the Avengers let out ooh’s at Tony. He threw his hands up in defense, bowing his head down. Clint brought his hands to your shoulders, shaking you slightly. You glanced over to Bruce, watching as he quickly averted his gaze from you, finding the ceiling far more fascinating.

Hawkeye/Clint Barton-

Being handed the wrapped flag was never something you thought would actually happen to you. The soldiers had been very helpful, offering to drive you to where you needed to go. You could only really go to one place. You’d just lost the only family you had left. You gave the soldiers the address and sat in the back of the car, staring out the window.

They asked for confirmation about the address when they pulled up to the Avenger’s Tower. You simply thanked them for their time and stepped out of their car. You held the flag close to your chest as you walked past agents and tower workers and went straight to the elevator. Tears welled in your eyes as the doors closed behind you.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y,” you called, your voice cracking. “Take me to the floor Tony’s on.” You really hoped he was in the room or in his lab.

"Right away Ms. L/N," the AI replied. You stood in the elevator, tears threatening to spill as you waited for the elevator to open. You rushed out when the elevator doors opened but stopped short when you saw Tony surrounded by the Avengers.

Once they did, you froze in your place. Tony had been your friend since college. You knew that you could always depend on him to be there for you, especially now. The other Avengers who surrounded him however, you were less than certain about. You contemplated leaving when F.R.I.D.A.Y. chimed in.

“Sir, Y/N L/N is here to see you.” He turned his head with a smile, opening his arms. His eyes traveled to the flag in your arms and his face fell.

“Oh… Y/N.” You lip quivered as you cast your eyes down, tears blurring your vision. You heard footsteps approaching you and a pair of arms wrapping around you. “Y/N.” Tony stroked your head as your body began shaking.

"They're--they're gone," you choked out.

"Who's gone?" the other guy inquired. You tried answering, but all that came out were choked sobs. "Hey, Y/N, I'm going to need you to breathe. Inhale. Hold. Exhale." After repeating the exercises a few times, your breathing was steady.

"Y/N, what happened?" Tony asked again.

"S/N was killed in combat," you said, fresh tears welling up in your eyes. "I just lost my whole family." You began hiccupping violently, making it hard to breathe.

"Clint, take her to my room. I'll be there shortly," Tony ordered. Clint led you to Tony's penthouse suite. He sat you on the bed, rubbing your shoulder.

"Thank you." You attempted to give him a weak smile.

"Feel better. I'm sorry for your loss," he told you, returning your smile with a soft one.

Thor Odinson-

Being one of SHIELD’s top agents came with both perks and nuances. Perks included always being in the loop of every underground operation, including the fact that Phil Coulson faked his death. Nuances included being hyper-aware of everyone around you at any given time, friends and foes alike.

Tony Stark inviting you to a party, well, all of SHIELD, was inviting paranoia. Your coworkers assured you that you were just in work mode, and this would help you relax. To appease them, you begrudgingly agreed to go.

You didn’t dress up, opting for a casual look to help you blend in. You made sure you were armed before finding a seat at the bar. Natasha was playing bartender, her eyes seeing everything all at once.

“Don’t have too much fun there,” she said, gesturing down to your cup of barely touched water. You lifted your brows quickly, looking back at the other SHIELD agents partying their hearts out.

“No promises.” She let out a snort, moving to mix another cocktail.

The hairs on the back of your neck began to stand up. You let your highly trained eyes scan the room, but you didn’t see anything. Then a thought hit you. You glanced up, searching the ceiling until you found a pair of eyes looking down at you from the vents. They shot you a wink before disappearing. Your eyes narrowed until you heard a cough behind you.

You turned to find the Prince of Asgard behind you, dressed more casually than you’d see him before. You raised a brow, looking him up and down.

“Good evening my lady. I am looking for our mutual friend Barton. Do you know where I can find him?” You glanced back towards the vent, waiting for the Prince to follow your gaze.

“Sorry, your Highness. Can’t say I’ve seen him,” you told him. He turned and found you staring at the vent. He gave you a big grin, bowing his head.

“A shame. I hope I haven’t disturbed you.”

“Not at all.”

“If that’s the case, I’d love a dance.” You turned back to Nat who was motioning for you to go. You bit your tongue, looking around the room.

“How can I--” You trailed off. From the corner of your eye, you spotted another coworker sitting at the other end of the bar. Her eyes kept flickering between her drink and the jacket that covered some guy’s arm from the elbow down. “Hold that thought.”

You set your untouched water down, moving down the bar. Nat followed you, keeping an eye on you. You carefully took out one of your concealed knives, pressing it to the guy’s back. He tensed immediately, allowing for your coworker to slip away.

Unfortunately he wasn’t the only undercover spy. A mass shoot-out took place, bullets whizzed by, glass shattered, and bodies hit the floor. Thankfully, most SHIELD agents survived unharmed.

You watched as Maria, Clint, and Nat hauled the last of the spies out of the party, handcuffs on their wrists. Thor approached you as you finished giving your statement, holding tightly onto Mjölnir. He opened his mouth to say something, but Clint called for you, waving you towards one of the SUVs.

“Raincheck on that dance?” you called back, jogging towards the van. Thor bowed his head, lifting Mjölnir briefly. You shot him a wink, sliding into the car before it took off.

Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff-

Drinking was not something you did very often. Drinking alone was something you only did within the comfort and safety of your own apartment. So why were you sitting alone at a bar on a Friday night? Well, your boyfriend had a terrible accident. He tripped and fell into your manager’s bed.

“Well hello there.” You tipped back another shot, setting the cup back down onto the bar. You turned slowly in your seat to stare at the blurry man now seated next to you. Raising a brow, you moved to rest your head in your hand. “Hey Sweetheart. I hate to bother you, but I could really use your number?” the stranger asked.

“I think you could use a better line,” you slurred, rolling your eyes. You turned back to face the bar, staring down at your empty shot glass. From your other side you heard someone laughing. Glancing over, you could only make out another blurry man with almost white hair. “Can I help you?”

“Do you know who you just turned down?” he asked with a thick, foreign accent. You shook your head, immediately regretting it. You held your hand to your head, willing your brain to stop moving around. “That was Tony Stark.” You scoffed.

“Then I’m glad I turned him down,” you said. The blonde man smirked, you thought. He was slowly coming into focus, and he was actually kind of cute. Kind of. Poor lighting and tequila made everyone look good.

“You’re funny. And cute. What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” he asked. You shrugged.

“Men suck. Left me for his stupid manager. She’s not even pretty,” you said, face heating up with anger and alcohol. The man winced.

“Yeah, men do suck. I’m Pietro by the way.”

"Y/N."

“Y/N,” he repeated. The way your name sounded with his accent almost had you swooning… almost. “You should head home. You’re wasted, and I’d hate for someone to take advantage of you.”

“And you’ve been doing what, exactly?” you challenged. He grinned, looking down at his hands which had somehow gotten ahold of your phone.

“Distracting you so you can sober up a bit before the cab I called arrives.” He handed your phone back to you. “I’ll have one of the bartenders escort you. When you’re sober, give me a call.”

Spiderman/Peter Parker-

Switching schools was never something you liked. Always being the new kid and having to recreate a social life was always hard and frustrating. Trying to be the lone wolf never worked in your favor either. Your bubbly and friendly personality didn’t let you fade into the shadows. Then when you inevitably moved, it was always full of tears.

Your latest move wasn’t any different. Your family had relocated to New York City for your father’s business. Once again you were in a new school, surrounded by people you didn’t know. While their faces blurred together, yours stuck out. Tingles ran up your spine as you avoided everyone’s curious gazes. You glanced down at the paper containing your schedule and locker number and combination.

You found it easy enough, but when you entered the combination it refused to budge. You double checked the combination before carefully putting it in.

“Son of a bitch,” you mumbled, shaking the lock. You dropped the lock, resting your head against the cold metal door.

“Need some help with that?” A tall girl with glasses and frizzy hair pulled into a lazy ponytail stood a little ways down. She was standing in front of, presumably, her own locker, a tower of books balanced in her arm.

“That’d be great, thanks,” you said. You stood up straight, pulling your mouth into a thin line.

“These things suck,” she told you. She slammed her own locker shut. She jiggled your lock before hitting the door with her elbow. It swung open with complete ease.

“Thank you.” You bowed your head slightly.

“No problem. I haven’t seen you around here before.”

“Uh, no. I’m new. My name’s Y/N. Y/N L/N.” You stuck your hand out, a smile on your face.

“Hey, I’m--”

“MJ!”

You turned around to find two boys coming down the hallway, waving their hands excitedly. One boy had tan skin and dark hair that was neatly combed, while the other was pale with light brown hair and wore a dorky sweater.

“MJ! We’ve been looking for you,” the first guy said, almost ignoring you.

“I was just helping out Y/N here,” she said. “Y/N this is Ned and Peter-- a couple of losers.”

“Um, hi.” You gave the boys an awkward wave as the bell rang loudly. “I’ll see you guys around. Thanks for opening my locker.” You gave the three of them a tight-lipped smile before hurrying down the hall.

Falcon/Captain America/Sam Wilson-

When you had returned from Iraq, you were so happy to be home. Your family had thrown a small get-together to celebrate your safe return. Everyone was so proud of you for serving your country. Your parents had offered to let you stay with them until you found yourself a job and an apartment. With a good record, and an honorable discharge, it shouldn’t have been hard.

It was two months before you landed a job as a receptionist at the V. A. Center in D.C. It wasn’t a glamorous job, but you made decent money. However, living in D.C. was expensive. Finding a place seemed almost impossible, even with a job. Luckily your parents were extremely understanding.

After about three months at the V. A., you had your job down pretty well. Most of the time you were answering calls from local and nationwide veterans. Most were nice, inquiring about certain medical options and wanting help through the transition back into normal society. Some veterans weren’t as friendly and called to complain about how the government treated them or simply to yell.

You had finished another call and were logging it when someone cleared their throat. You tapped on the board that was in front of you. You listened as the pen scratched across the paper for the visitor. Once you finished your log you glanced up.

A tall, dark, and handsome stranger stood in front of your desk, a half-smile on his face. You smiled back, bringing your full attention to him.

“Welcome to the V. A. Center, how can I help you?” you asked, raising your brow a bit.

“I’m Sam Wilson. I have an interview in about twenty-minutes,” he told you. You nodded, sliding down a bit to the other phone. You picked it up, dialing the three numbers to your boss’ office.

“One moment.” You slid down to your other phone, dialing the three numbers for your boss’ office. “Sir, you have a Sam Wilson here to see you,” you informed him. “Yes sir.” You slid back down to Sam Wilson, a smile on your face. “He’ll be with you shortly. He’s finishing up a meeting.

He nodded, sitting down in one of the chairs. He leant back, arm thrown over the back of the chair as he stared down the hall, resting his ankle on his knee. You tried your best not to stare, but not staring was never a strong suit of yours, and boy did Sam Wilson give you plenty to stare at.

“Which branch did you serve for, Mr. Wilson?” you inquired, pretending to type on the computer as if you hadn’t spent the last five minutes staring at him.

“Just Sam is fine,” he said with a chuckle. “And I served in the army.”

“Army,” he replied. You nodded, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“Interesting. So when they did the Men of the Army calendar, was it just twelve months of you?” You watched as your words went through his head before he let out a chuckle. “What? Didn’t like it?” You shot him a wink, a smirk on your face.

“I like it quite a lot, actually… what’s your name?”

“Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes-

It took years and years of studying and hard work, but becoming the leading psychiatrist in dealing and helping soldiers with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome (PTSS), formerly PTSD. You never experienced it personally, but you had neighbors and friends who suffered from it growing up. You wanted to do something helpful in the world, something good, so you dedicated your life to finding ways to work through what others had experienced. Your reputation began to precede you, and that was how you were flown across the world to help one of the worst cases you’d ever seen.

The patient was a Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. He served in World War II where he was presumed KIA, Killed In Action. That was until about four years ago when he resurfaced as an assassin for an organization that was almost gone. The more you read, the wilder his story seemed to get. Reading his file, which was quite extensive, covered almost the entire flight to Wakanda.

King T’Challa stood ready to greet you when your plane landed. You bowed your head respectively, taking in the empty fields that surrounded you. He shook your hand firmly, offering you a warm smile.

“Welcome to Wakanda Dr. L/N,” he greeted.

“Thank you for having me, Your Majesty,” you said. “You have beautiful, open lands.”

“You’re much too kind. If you would follow me this way.” He held his hand out and began guiding you across one of the fields. Birds chirped above you as you made your trek over the verdant hills.

Just over the last hill was a single hut. Goats roamed around freely, munching on grass and bleating. King T’Challa gestured to the hut, staring at it solemnly.

“White Wolf lives there. He lives happily in solitude, but human interaction is important. The world says you are the best in your field. Please, help him,” the King said. You nodded your head.

“Nothing is guaranteed,” you reminded him. “My methods aren’t a one-hundred percent success, but I will do my best.”

“That is all we ask.”

You nodded one more time before resuming your walk to the small hut, this time alone. The goats were curious about you, pausing their lunch to stare at you. One particularly small one ran to you, nudging its head against your leg.

“Steve, be nice.”

A new voice caught your attention. His hair was longer and his beard was fuller, but you recognized the man as Sergeant Barnes. He stood in the doorway of the hut, staring down at the tiny goat that was now nibbling at the bottom of your pants. He wore white, traditional, Wakanda clothing. A white bandage covered the stub where his arm once was. He would have seemed peaceful were it not for the dark, solemn gaze in his eyes.

“Sergeant Barnes?” you called, bending down to pick up the goat. He looked up at you. “Sergeant Barnes my name is Dr. Y/N L/N. King T’Challa asked me to help you transition back into civilian society.” He nodded his head slowly. The goat, Steve, nestled into your chest, nibbling your shirt. “I was hoping we could talk.”

“Of course,” he said, moving aside so you could enter his hut. Setting the goat down, you stepped inside the small hut. It was bare for the most part, only the necessities were present. You took a seat on a nearby chair, watching him carefully. He took a seat across from you, awkwardly shifting in his seat.

“Sergeant Barnes, I would like to preface this by saying I am here to help you, and if what we do isn’t helping, it’s okay to say that,” you said.

“Bucky.”

“I’m sorry?”

“My name… it’s Bucky.” You smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky. I’m Y/N.”

Loki Odinson-

Rehabilitation, patience, and forgiveness were some of your core beliefs. You also believed that good was in everyone, no matter what bad deeds they did, no matter how lost they seemed, with the right guidance and a voice of encouragement, you truly believed that anyone could redeem themselves. Because of this firm belief, you started a rehabilitation center in your kingdom which grew into the biggest and most successful rehabilitation center in the world.

Being the princess of a small country was hard, but this success gave your country exactly what it needed--money. Which sounded worse than it actually was. The world runs on money and your people weren’t exactly millionaires, but being paid to rehabilitate both petty and hardened criminals was surprisingly a great way to make money.

So much so that King T’Challa of Wakanda, an old childhood friend of yours, asked a favor from an American acquaintance of his. Tony Stark, owner of Stark Industries and Avenger, had been asked by his fellow Avenger, Thor, to seek a place for his trickster brother. You had heard all about New York in the news, but you never expected that to have an effect on your country. You weren’t so sure until Thor offered to pay in pure gold. That, you simply couldn’t refuse.

You stood on the runway, watching as the plane carrying your latest case began to touch down. The wind whipped your hair around your face, but your sunglasses protected your eyes. The wind settled once the plane came to a stop. The door opened and the first to exit was King T’Challa.

“Your Majesty,” you called. He smiled at you as he descended the stairs.

“Your Highness,” he greeted. He jogged over to you, skipping all formalities to give you a heartfelt hug. “It has been too long, old friend.”

“Much too long,” you agreed. A posse of people had followed him. Guards from Wakanda, Tony Stark, Thor, and his brother, Loki.

“Princess Y/N, this is my American acquaintance, Tony Stark.”

“Yes, Stark Industries precedes you.” He bowed to you respectfully.

“Your Highness, this is Thor and his troublesome brother Loki,” Stark said, gesturing to the two giant men beside him. Loki was bound in unique chains and had his face covered so you could only see his eyes.

“Welcome, gentlemen. We are happy to welcome you to our small corner of the world. If you all would follow me,” you said. You looped your arm through T’Challa’s, leading them to the facilities where Loki would be kept. “While your brother is a rather unique guest, we will be treating him like we treat everyone else here. Because of his abilities, he will be placed in a special room designed specifically for him.”

“How do you know it will hold Reindeer Games over here?” Stark asked, sending a pointed look to Loki. You smiled.

“I had a top engineer design it using advanced technologies that could put your entire company to shame,” you said. A smirk pulled at T’Challa’s mouth at the mention of his sister.

“You are very kind for doing this Princess Y/N,” Thor said. “I know with the right guidance, my brother will come back to who he used to be. Loki rolled his eyes at that, opting to look out the window. From the corner of your eye, you could see him staring at your reflection through the glass.

“It’s my pleasure.”

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