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[fluffyprettykitty]

hi there! i love your bruce fics so much and i personally think that you’re the best bruce writer here! <3

i would like to request a very spicy smut where f!reader and bruce are making a sextape, to spice up their love life.

take your time, i’m sure it will be amazing!

thank you ❤️

"Performance"

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

Word Count: 2400 words

Outline: Bruce wants to record a sex tape featuring his favorite girl: you.

Warnings: swearing, pet names, dirty talk, daddy kink, nipple play, roughplay, penetrative vaginal sex, spit play, dom!bruce, oral, fingerfucking, creampie, riding, breedink kink, praise kink, degradation, choking, come feeding.

Author's Note: Thank you for this lovely request & for your lovely words! It was really fun to explore this topic and come up with smooth transitions between positions hope you will enjoy! :)

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

Main Masterlist ・❥・Bruce Banner Masterlist

NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

It’s been three weeks since Bruce suggested to you to make a sex tape together and ever since the thought had occupied your head non-stop. Something so incredibly erotic and intimate about that suggestion had your heart flattering. For the next few days, you made your moves wisely, Bruce bought an old-school canon camera for that vintage feel, you went lingerie shopping together for the both of you, settling on dusty pink satin and you even booked a hair appointment for the morning. Had to show off how well he can ruin you. 

You are sitting on the bed munching on a cereal bar while he is setting up the camera on a tripod, sitting on your lingerie and rubbing your legs together watching him. Once he is satisfied with the lightning and after making sure the door is locked and the sound protection on the walls is working - a wonderful tech tool Tony had made for the compound, you were all set to go.

Bruce is throwing off his white shirt on the floor revealing his hairy chest to you as he rubs his hands together in anticipation. With a smirk on your face, you spread your legs welcoming him in. 

“Are we recording?”

“Yes, we are.” He smiles and looks back at the camera before he is gripping you by the legs and bringing you closer to him. 

“What are we starting with, daddy?”

“Well, first I’m gonna feast on your beautiful breasts.” He says as he is moving you closer to the edge of the bed. “And then I’m going to eat your pretty sweet cunt and then I’m gonna have you in any way I want. All you gotta do is follow my lead.” 

His lips and teeth end up at your neck as your hands are getting lost inside his hair. He is hungry and horny and heated which is all extremely familiar for the pair of you but you know how well this whole thing has excited him extra, evident by how hard he was fucking you last night telling you about the tape. 

“Brucey…” You whimper a little as his lips begin to descend to your breasts, squeezing them over the fabric and placing his tongue between them, pushing the fabric down with his teeth. You are looking straight at the camera thinking about how he must look like this to himself, so hungry even if he’s just getting started. He captures a nipple between his teeth, licking it in circles before pulling it with a groan, settling for sucking it like it’s his meal. 

You are getting wet but you also know once Bruce starts feasting on your breasts it’s gonna be at least an hour before he moves elsewhere. Momentarily hoping the battery on the camera will withhold, your train is thought to break when he slaps your free breast. The tingling sensation makes you stare at him in wonder as he pushes both breasts together and buries his face between them. 

Once he has enough before lickings and pullings and suckings, leaving your breasts bruised and marked, he moves further back laughing a little. Oh, he has a plan it would seem. 

“Take off your panties for me.”

He reaches for the camera taking it between his hands and you can’t help but notice the tent in his underwear. Poor cock is begging to settle free and you know is probably leaking too. 

“I gave you an order.” He warns you as he brings the camera close to your face.

“Sorry daddy, I was thinking about your cock.’

“Oh, you wanna see it?”

He chuckles as he settles the camera on one hand and pushes the fabric with the other making you groan in the process. 

“Looks so pretty, daddy.”

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you with it soon enough. Take off your panties and bring them close to the camera,”

You follow his command and push the panties down, bringing your legs together in a showgirl style before bringing the very wet and creamy panties close to the lens.

“That’s a good girl right there getting ready and proper for her daddy. Pretty pussy wants a nice cock so bad.”

He pushes your body down once you make a move for his cock and hands you the camera. 

“Daddy’s hungry, princess, you’re gonna have to be patient.”

“Yes, daddy.”

Bruce grips your thighs and then spreads your legs as you handle the camera lifting it up a little to capture a better angle. The next moment he is sweetly kissing your pussy and your thighs praising you for being so wet and compliant. Then he starts with what he knows best, slowly licking with the tip of his tongue, circling around your clit which is aching for him, one finger getting slipped inside you so easily.

Then he goes really at it, fingerfucking you while eating you out so sloppily, the wet sounds filling the room followed by your constant moans. He needs it to be loud for the recording and you know it and you try your absolute best to hold on to the camera while he does so but god he feels way too good. Five minutes later and he knows you’re getting closer as you are moving your hips against his face, while he is looking up at you, his cheeks red and flushed, his eyes glistening.

And then you orgasm with a loud groan of his name, and him sucking on your clit, feasting on your juices, pressing your thighs down while the camera falls off your hands on the bed and your hands move to his head trying to push him away.

“Now look at your mess, baby. We’re gonna have to do it again, one day.” He sounds disappointed yet very well amused when he finally leaves your cunt looking at you. You laugh as you try to handle the camera again and whisper a sorry to him. He takes it back and proceeds to place it back on the tripod. 

“Try to keep up baby, it’s all gonna get too good for you.” The way he practically whispers and growls his words to you as he places his palm on his cock stroking it has you moaning. Your heartbeat has risen a lot and with the way, he looked so hungry it could only reach more highs.

“I love your pretty pussy so much, baby. Always so shiny and pretty for me.”

“Mmm, she likes her daddy very much, always taking such good care of her.”

“Can you blame me? Look at her, clenching and pleading for me. What a good girl.”

“You never disappoint, daddy.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

It’s been a long while since Bruce had started skipping condoms, much preferring the feeling of his hot skin on yours, especially with the way it felt inside you. You brace yourself and steady your body for him as he begins to rub his cock against your pussy lips, with his mouth hanging open.

One, two, three strokes, and then he slips inside so easily, pushing the tip and shutting his eyes as he does. One of his favorite feelings in the world, getting buried inside your cunt. He liked taking his time like this, so slowly and sensually at first, till he reached your cervix, wanting to feel all of your micro nerves. Your pussy was his and he wanted to know each little thing about it. 

“Wanna put on a show?” You ask him, your nails stretching on his chest hair. 

“You wanna hop on my cock like a bunny?”

“Yes, daddy! You’re so smart.”

“Hmm, I know what my baby likes.”

Of course, he doesn’t reply further instead gripping you and turning you around, without slipping out. He rests on the bed while you position yourself, pushing your head back, your breasts shaking for him, above your bra. You take it off tossing it away and your fingers return to his chest, as his hands rest on your thighs. Ready to switch the minute he wanted something else.

You start by rolling your hips slowly, rotating to feel his dick inside you, big and throbbing and so fulfilling that you grin and sigh in pleasure. You love it like this and he knows how much you do and all he does is observe you feeling so happy and content. 

Then you switch it up moving your hips faster, steading yourself on your knees, your breasts following and he is looking at them, practically licking his lips. Once he reaches out to touch them you push his hands away and press them on his hips and start hopping on his dick. You’re putting on the show now for him, you wanna show him how your body works. Just for him. 

“Aw, daddy, I love your fat cock so much.” You mewl as you rise your body up and quickly switch your position to face the wall, depriving him of your breasts. Bruce looks almost shocked at your move but the way you push his cock inside you again and then start hopping on it once more has him quickly groaning. It was much easier to hop like a bunny this way and he responds of course by rising his body, pressing it against yours, and gripping your breasts. 

“Not a very good girl…” He whispers hot against your ear five minutes later and then he pushes you onto the mattress. He grips your hips rising your body for him and spreading your ass cheeks, tracing your pussy with his fingers. 

“Pussy begging to get bred.” He comments and forces two fingers inside, pulling them out covered in slick. By the way, he groans in pleasure you know he is sucking on his own fingers and then you can feel his tongue again slurping your juices, knowing how much he likes to have a taste.

In the meantime, you are steading yourself on your hands, wanting the full doggy experience, knowing how deep he could hit when he wanted to. So he does pushing in and placing his hands on your hips moving your body for him. 

“Do you like that? Getting fucked like a whore in heat?” 

You don’t respond because you know what’s coming next. Deep thrusts followed by his deep laugh. 

“Answer me!” He yells and spanks your ass causing you to whimper as the sting is too much. 

Yet you keep silent. You like that and you bite your bottom lip to prevent yourself from giggling. Four more spanks until he grabs your throat and starts fucking you hard, pushing his whole body weight onto you. 

“Since you’re not speaking, might as well make sure you won’t be able to.” He chuckles darkly as he is picking the pace more and more, amping his movements, reaching your cervix each time. He is squeezing your throat while he does so, groaning in pleasure until it gets too much for you and your hands fail you.

That doesn’t stop him though. He spanks your ass and then starts fucking you again drilling you into the mattress and bending one of your knees as his hands put pressure on your back. That was truly his fucking time. 

Four minutes later he switches you. Tossing you around and pulling you into him by the back of his legs, returning to your cunt not a second later. It feels as though it would be a crime for his cock to stay away from your pussy for more than a second. 

“Daddy’s going for the finale baby. Okay, darling?” 

You nod your head as you try to reach out for him and wrap your hands around his neck. He kisses you passionately and softly again and again as if a secret is hanging off your lips, repeating how much he loves you. Right in the middle of his love confession, he starts rubbing your clit.

“Give it to me, baby, show daddy how much you love him, and then I’m gonna fill you up so good.”

You shit your eyes trying to hold onto him, the pleasure getting too much until you are screaming his name, your body shaking for him.

“I got you, I got you.” He stares at you as you finish wanting to keep this memory forever in his head. 

Once he feels you settling down, breathing more evenly as you are still holding on to him tightly, he smiles at you. “Ready for daddy’s juice?”

You nod your head trying to pronounce a word that can’t fall out of your lips, and then Bruce grips your waist and starts moving his hips against yours. It always amazed you how in control he could be of his orgasm as if he could never cum accidentally. You could have attributed it to his Hulk nature but somehow you begin to wonder what could happen if you teased him just right. 

“Fuck, Y/N!” He shouts your name as his cock begins to shoot spurts of cum inside your pussy, mixing your juices together and breathing heavily above you. He fumbles above you, reaching out for the camera and bringing it close to your pussy before taking his cock out with his left hand. Of course, he wanted a close-up shot. You chuckle at his move and as the cum leaks out of your pussy he caresses it with his fingers, scooping some up.

“Open.” He commands you to bring his hand close to your mouth and you do so obediently opening it and welcoming it in with your tongue, hungrily slurping it up and taking his whole fingers inside your mouth. 

“Good girl. Look at you. Daddy’s feeding you so good.”

He hums as you look at him pliant and well fucked now. He takes his fingers away from you and as you are chasing him on thin air he crushes his lips against your mouth, kissing you deeply and roughly. It was time for the camera to fall off his hands although it was more intentional this round.

After a few more moments, you are both settled into each other’s arms, caressing skin with skin and murmuring sweet words. Bruce moves to pick the camera up.

“Wanna watch it?”

You grin at him and know round two is going to happen way before you even make it to the fifth minute of the recording. 

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[munsons-maiden]

𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

Hi lovelies! Here's some soft smut with a dash of angst (because I seem to be incapable to write anything without at least a dash of angst 😂). I hope you enjoy! - Love, Kiki 🖤

(PS: I’m still working on all the other lovely requests you’ve sent me 🖤)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Loki x female reader   

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 | by @sunshineyrosie , I hope you like it, dear!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | An accident at Dr Banner's lab brings you to Loki's doorstep, desperate and in pain, to seek the trickster's help. Loki, who'd once been your friend; who stole your heart and then left without any explanation. (reader is an Avenger & the whole story takes place after the second Thor movie)

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | smut, fluff, angst with a happy ending 

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 9 k 

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU'RE 18+ YEARS OLD!), unprotected sex (please be safe in real life and wear a condom!), sex pollen (it's a dub-con trope but these two idiots are secretly in love with each other and I've written it with as much consent as possible) 

𝐀/𝐍 | the part written in italics is a flashback

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  ♡  

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝🖤 

“Bruce,” you greeted, after a short glance at your phone’s display before accepting the call, “Let me guess, Tony was getting on your nerves and you finally murdered him?”

With your free hand, you shovelled a spoon full of sugar into the mug of fresh, steaming coffee on the kitchen counter in front of you.

The doctor laughed. “Not yet, but he’s working hard to get there. It’s a miracle I haven’t turned into the Hulk yet and smashed the whole town. What about you? I was sure if we left you and Loki alone for a whole week, one of you wouldn’t survive it. Which makes me wonder, since I’m talking to you right now, if we’ll ever find his corpse.”

You forced yourself to a short giggle, but it sounded fake and strained even to your own ears. So, the icy silence between you and Loki had not escaped your friends’ notice.

“Is that why you called?”, you asked with a light-heartedness you didn’t feel, and hadn’t felt in a while, “To make sure I’m still alive? I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”

“I called because I forgot to pack my notebook and I need you to send it to me.”

“Can’t FRIDAY just send the necessary data to you?”

A beat of silence, before he answered, a little indignantly, “Notebook as in paper-and-pen, not laptop.”

“How very old-school for somebody who’s working together with Tony Stark.”

“It prods him as much as he keeps prodding my nerves.”

“I’ll get it for you,” you huffed.

“Great. Thank you. It’s a little black, leather-bound book, somewhere in the lab.”

Somewhere in the lab. He could as well have asked you to find a lost ring somewhere in the streets of New York City – the last time you’d set foot in Banner’s lab, which he occasionally shared with Tony, you’d felt as if you’d stepped right into the Room Of Hidden Things from Harry Potter, what with the chaos lurking behind the metal doors.

“It might take a few days. If you don’t hear from me again, I might have gotten lost in there so please send help,” you deadpanned, and told him goodbye.  

It felt strange, this quietness which had settled over the Avengers headquarters, like a once lively, bustling city which had been abandoned. It had turned into a ghost town, with everyone gone on separate missions, on visits to families and science conventions. The only two people left to wander the empty rooms were you…and Loki. Ghosts roaming around and haunting each other, you thought with a bitter smile as you grabbed the cup of coffee you’d just prepared and left the kitchen, only to bump into the raven-haired trickster in the doorway.

“Sorry,” you muttered, eyes downcast to avoid his gaze, a gaze which you could still feel on your back as your steps quickened to leave him behind in the hallway, to bring as much distance between the two of you as possible, and as fast as possible. All the while your heart screamed at you to walk back to him, to finally ask the question which kept burning through your mind: why did you push me away like this? What have I done to make you shut me out? It wouldn’t have made a difference, you told yourself. All of the bridges had already burned down. Loki had made sure of it with his rudeness and his silence, and so had you.

***

Ever since you could remember, you’d had trouble sleeping. Nightmares, sleep paralyses, insomnia – the list was endless, and so you regularly found yourself in the living room in the middle of the night, watching whatever trashy TV show was on air right now to silence the thoughts in your mind which seemed to get louder the deeper the hour of the night.

In one of these nights, a short time after Loki’s arrival at the Avengers headquarters, you sat on the sofa, watching TV with a steaming mug of fresh tea clad in your palms to spend some warmth and calm your nerves so you might be able to at least get an hour or two of sleep in the early morning, when a smooth, dark voice chimed up from behind you, “I thought this part of Midgard was opposed to having a harem.”

With a squeal of surprise, you jumped from the sofa – nobody had ever joined you in the living room at three in the morning – and the hot tea spilled all over your hands and bare legs, the short pants of your pyjama no match to stop the scalding water, and a second yelp escaped you, this one distinctly more pained than shocked.

“HEAVENS!”, you half-screamed, half-hissed as you whirled around, coming face to face with the trickster who stood right behind the sofa, having strolled into the living room as silent as a cat.

“I beg your pardon,” he said, eyes wandering briefly down your bare legs before they snapped up to meet your gaze once more, a sly little smirk playing on his lips as he added, “I didn’t think you’d be so immersed in the harem TV show.”

“It’s The Bachelor,” you grumbled while you placed the now half-empty cup of tea on the coffee table beside the sofa and grabbed the fuzzy blanket to wipe the droplets of tea from your legs and arms, all under the god’s scrutinizing gaze, “You could have warned me instead of creeping up on me like this. What are you, a cat?”

“Well, we can’t all announce ourselves by thunder and rock songs”, Loki quipped. “I take it you’re having some trouble sleeping as well?”

“My sleep schedule is none of your business.”

You took a few moments to hold his attentive gaze. Even with only the flickering TV screen as the sole source of light in the room, painting half-shadows over his handsome face as he watched you, you could see how tired he looked. Not as arrogant and witty as he usually carried himself. As if the illusion he cast over himself in the light of day was slipping at night, fading away like Cinderella’s shimmering gown at midnight to turn back into the scraps and rags it was actually made of. Showing what he kept hidden beneath the façade. And beneath, there was loneliness.

“Well then, I’ll see you around, Lady Y/N.”

You heard his footsteps padding softly on the cool tile floor, retreating to the door, and felt a pang of guilt in your chest. Loneliness was a feeling you knew all too well.

“You could join me,” you chimed up, following some strange impulse, and it sounded way more timid than you’d intended.

The footsteps halted, and you turned to glance at Loki.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll stab you if you fall asleep?”, he inquired smugly, and you rolled your eyes.

“That’s a great conversation starter,” you quipped, “But don’t worry, you’re not as threatening as you think. And I don’t sleep in the presence of people I don’t trust.”

He chuckled and seated himself at the other end of the sofa, as far away from you as possible, before he inquired with a critical yet confused glance at the TV, “What even is it we’re watching?”

“The Bachelor,” you explained. “There are a lot of women he dates and at the end of each episode, some of them get a rose from him, which means he’ll keep dating them. It goes on until there’s only one woman left.”

“What happens with the ones who don’t get a rose?”

“They’re stabbed and given over to the sea.”

Loki blinked, before a wicked little grin flashed on his face, and your heart stumbled a little in your chest.

“I wouldn’t have expected for your humour to be as dark as the shadows under your eyes, but you’re proving me wrong. I’m impressed.”

“I bet you’re quite attractive when you shut your mouth,” you quipped sweetly, and Loki’s smirk morphed into a delighted grin at your clap-back.

“You’re a feisty one.”

“You’ve been here for a minute and, between the criticism of my looks and the vague death threat, you’re already more annoying than every commercial break combined,” you remarked with raised eyebrows, “How do you do that?”

“I consider myself a natural talent, but honing these skills through practice from time to time doesn’t hurt, either.”

You couldn’t help the little snicker which escaped your lips at his words.

From this night on, you knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away from Loki. One night spent watching TV together from different ends of the sofa, both of you careful and wary of the other’s presence, turned into a second night the day after, and finally a third, until it was an unspoken agreement between the two of you: you met in the living room at night to watch TV and, with time, talk.

When Loki had joined the team and moved into the Avengers headquarters, you’d expected a ruthless criminal who still posed a threat to the world and everybody in it. You’d expected him to be arrogant and reckless, to dislike him at best – and despise him at worst.

And now, it turned out that Loki was neither of these things; not even close. No, the first thing you’d noticed during this first real encounter with the trickster had been the shadow of loneliness which seemed to surround him like a layer of clothing, a loneliness you could all too well relate to.

Loki, you discovered, was not menacing or arrogant, but witty and…kind. In the span of the following weeks, these weird, clandestine meetups in the living room in the dead of night, when everyone else had fallen asleep a long while ago, became your highlight of the day – so much so that you found yourself, for the first time in your life, looking forward to nightfall and padded downstairs to wait for Loki even in the nights where sleep would have come easily.

And with every night spent in front of the flickering TV screen, with the winking city lights outside like an upside-down sea of stars, the distance between the two of you on the sofa shrank as fast as the distance between your hearts while Loki told you of his childhood as a prince of Asgard, and you told him of your own life. He never spoke about how it had felt, growing up in the shadow his brother was casting, but he didn’t have to. It was all there, between the lines.

The loneliness, the feeling of never quite belonging. Most of all, though, Loki told you of his mother, and the softness and love shining in his beautiful eyes alongside the grief as he did, made your heart bleed for him. You knew how Frigga’s life had found its brutal end as she’d tried to protect Jane Foster. Thor had told you, though you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something else to the story. Something Thor didn’t know, but Loki did – but of course, you never asked.

Over these next few weeks, something was changing.

You began to fall for the mischievous trickster – slowly at first, and then faster and faster, as if the fall was picking up speed. And you let it happen, because hearts are stubborn things, evading every reason and command. All you could do was hope that Loki would be there to catch your fall, eventually, and you never needed to find out how it would feel to hit the ground in the end.

In one of these nights, you woke with a start – to realize that you had fallen asleep with your head resting on Loki’s shoulder. As you stirred awake now with a yawn, you murmured, “How long was I gone?”

Your eyes drifted to the windows and the darkness beyond. The sun hadn’t yet started to rise.

“Maybe half an hour.”

I don’t fall asleep in the presence of people I don’t trust, you’d told him that first night. You could tell from the expression on his handsome face that he was remembering your words as well.

You righted yourself on the sofa, and your gaze met Loki’s. The light of the TV danced in his stunning eyes, and the expression in them, a mixture of softness and something else, made your heart rate accelerate and your breath hitch in your throat as the last wisps of drowsiness loosened their grasp on your mind. You realized how close the two of you were sitting, your legs brushing against his, faces only inches apart as you kept gazing at each other in a silence only broken by the low voices droning on from the TV. All of a sudden, you felt more awake than you ever had in your life. It had nothing to do with the power nap you’d just taken, and everything with the gentle look in Loki’s mesmerizing ocean eyes.

Never had anybody looked at you the way the Loki did now.

“Did I…miss anything important?”, you asked, clearing your throat as you realized how hoarse your voice suddenly sounded.

“You did, indeed. Peach – I still refuse to believe it’s her real name, though – had a date with the Bachelor, and they kissed. When she told the others, the blonde one – the one with the ugly shoes – slapped her.”

“They slapped each other and you didn’t wake me up to witness it?”, you retorted with feigned shock, placing your hand over your heart for good measure to underline the dramatics, and Loki smirked.

“I didn’t think it was important enough to wake you. After all, we’re here because we’re dealing with insomnia.”

The last sentence sounded like a question rather than a statement. I’m here because of you, you wanted to tell him. But like so often in life, the lack of courage had stopped you.

“Though do you think the Bachelor will pick Peach in the end?”, you finally asked with a low voice, trying to break the awkward silence which had settled over the two of you.

“That was an awful pun,” Loki commented, before his face grew serious again. “I don’t think he’ll pick her. The kiss wasn’t real.”

“Real,” you repeated hollowly, not knowing what else to reply at the intensity flaring in Loki’s gaze as he still held yours. “How do you know if a kiss is real, then? I suppose you’ve had your fair share of experience, as a prince.” It stung, to think about all the other princes and princesses Loki might have kissed and bedded, beautiful immortals compared to whom you surely faded like the reflection in the glass of a tarnished mirror.

Loki chuckled softly, and his eyes drifted down to your lips – a fleeting moment, so brief that you wondered if you’d imagined it before his eyes snapped up to meet yours again, and he said, “None of it has ever been real. None of it has ever been anything else than lies and illusions. But if I had to take a guess how a real kiss should feel like…I would say fireworks. Bursts of sparks in the most radiant colours in your chest, loud and explosive and all-consuming against the darkness of the night sky.”

You could feel your pulse racing with every one of his words, spoken in a voice which slowly morphed into a hoarse whisper as Loki leaned closer to you, so close now that the tip of his nose was brushing against yours and your eyes fluttered closed with the sensation of his warm breath prickling on your lips, his scent all around you –

The brush of his lips against yours was fleeting, as delicate as the fragile wing of a butterfly, and it made your whole body tingle as if every single nerve had burst into colourful sparks. Fireworks, indeed. You tilted your head a little to deepen the kiss – but Loki’s hands grasped your shoulders, and he pushed you away, shock written all over his face. His eyes were wide, as if he were horrified by what you’d done – what you both had done.

“I’m sorry,” you stammered, “I –“

“I can’t.”

Your mouth fell open, and for a few stunned, horrified seconds, there was nothing you could do but gape at him before Loki finally spoke, “I should go.”

“No – wait,” you began, “Loki, I’m sorry, let’s just forget it ever happened…” The words were spinning in your mind in the whirlwind of embarrassment and hurt and the fear to lose Loki as your friend – because that’s what he was, that’s what he’d become over these past weeks – and you stammered, voice soft and pleading, “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You can’t lose what has never been there.”

With these parting words, he left. It had been the last clandestine TV night, and it had been the last time you’d talked to him. The distance was back between the two of you, like a vast, frozen lake too dangerous to cross, the ice waiting to give underneath your feet and the freezing water to swallow and drown you, should you ever try to get to the other side.

***

Before you’d met Loki, you’d always made fun of the term “broken heart”. A heart was a muscle – an important one, but still nothing more than that. Hearts didn’t have anything more to do with love than lungs or kidneys. And they most certainly couldn’t break.

But the moment Loki had pushed you away, had rejected you without any explanation and shut you out of his life, you realized that you’d been wrong all along.

Hearts could break. Yours had been shattered into a million pieces. And it hurt – a pain deeper than any physical pain could ever feel, a pain which never seemed to cease but only grew dull over the days, ready to flare to life whenever you met Loki in the hallways, the kitchen, the training rooms. It felt as if a monster had settled in your chest, nestled itself between your ribs, ready to sink its teeth and talons into your heart whenever your eyes fell on the raven-haired trickster to tear open the barely healed gashes and make you bleed all over again.

Avoiding someone who was living in the same building was no easy thing to achieve. But seeing him was worse. So much worse. So you’d changed your schedule. Meals were taken as fast as possible. You trained whenever Loki didn’t. The living room had become a restricted area altogether.

How was it even possible for someone to, in the span of mere weeks, steal your heart, paint your world in the most vibrant, beautiful colours – and leave you behind bleeding and heartbroken and grieving? Loki had been the one. You’d felt it with every smile, every shared laugh, every glance which lingered longer than it should have. He’d been the love of your life, and he would always be. Maybe his blatant rejection would have hurt less if he’d given you an explanation, instead of this frozen silence which had left so much room for your own dark thoughts and musings.

You’d known him for a few weeks, but when he’d started to walk away from you, he’d taken all the colour with him, leaving you behind in this sad world of hues of grey. You missed him so much. The secret nights of watching TV together, his laughter, the way he’d made you feel safe. Safe, and safe to be yourself around him, as safe as you’d never felt with anyone else.

From strangers to friends – and to strangers again.

Loki had become the headlights on your path, keeping the night of loneliness at bay for you, a guiding light in the darkness surrounding you. Now, it was dark once more.

You were glad he wouldn’t see the fresh tears which spilled from your eyes, and hurried down the corridor without another word.

***

The tears were still wet on your cheeks as you reached the laboratory in the tower’s lower levels, and your hands trembled slightly as you punched in the security code, before glancing into the camera for the retina scan.

“Your eyes are very puffy,” FRIDAY’s pleasant voice droned from an invisible speaker.

“Gee, thanks. You know how to give a compliment. Can you please just let me in?”

“You look as if you have cried, miss.”

“That’s because I have,” you muttered your reply as the metal doors swung open and you stepped inside.

As Bruce Banner’s assistant, you’d visited the laboratory more times than you could count – but you’d never been down here alone. There had always been Bruce, silently adjusting numbers on screens or preparing ominous liquids, or Tony, AC/DC blaring through every speaker at an ear-shattering volume as he tinkered with one of his many iron suits. Now, with the two of them temporarily gone, the lab held an eerie atmosphere. Like the lair of mad scientists rather than heroes.

But FRIDAY wasn’t done yet with her enquiry. “Is there anything I can do for you, miss?”

“Yes”, you answered with a half-hearted quip as you walked on, “Let it go.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin when the first tunes of the Disney song started playing, and the coffee you’d still clutched in your hand spilled over your shirt, the hot liquid burning your skin as it seeped through the fabric, and you hissed in pain.

“Not the song, FRIDAY! The topic!”, you shouted into the vastness of the lab, groaning in frustration as you searched for something to dab at the stain of coffee quickly spreading on the front of your shirt. There you were, stained with coffee, heartbroken, crying alone in the middle of a lab as queen Elsa herself continued to sing her heart out, while you were screaming at an artificial intelligence program – and felt guilty about snapping at it nonetheless.

“Apologies, miss. You haven’t been clear about it”, FRIDAY answered – did she sound indignant? – and the song stopped, drenching the room in silence once more as your gaze roamed the space.

It wouldn’t have hurt to give it a dusting, you noticed as you strolled through the assortments of tables filled with microscopes, vials, bits of computers and devices the name of which you didn’t know, your eyes scanning the room for the little black notebook Bruce had described to you. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

“I’ll spend the night here,” you groaned after a few minutes of futile search, “Somebody sedate me.”

“Anaesthesia prepared. Initiate Knock-Out Protocol,” FRIDAY’s pleasant voice rang through the air, and before you realized what was happening, one of the robotic arms placed on a table beside you swung around, the tip of a syringe catching the bright overhead lights, and your eyes widened.

“No!”, you screeched as you dodged out of the way, barely avoiding the tip of the needle to pierce the skin on your upper arm, “Stop it! FRIDAY STOP IT!”

She didn’t. She didn’t even answer, and with a string of curses, you realized that the robotic arm wasn’t an arm at all but a whole damn robot opening the hunt for you. Another swing with the syringe had you jump out of the way and over a table, but this time, you weren’t fast enough. Metal hit your head, hard, and you were sent flying into the tiled top of the nearest table, skittering over the surface in a rain of equipment and shards as vials burst at the impact, before you landed on the ground on the other side with a huff as the force of your fall momentarily knocked the air from your lungs.

“Knock-Out Protocol paused,” FRIDAY announced cheerfully.

“I’ll pause you,” you groaned as you sat up, wincing a little at the sting at your left forearm, but before you could check yourself for any injuries, a cloud of something that looked suspiciously like pollen, glittering beneath the lab’s artificial lights, rose around you, and you sneezed. When the sparkling dust had settled over the nearby surfaces – and all over you, your hair, your clothes – your eyes fell on the bleeding gash the shards had torn into your arm. It wasn’t deep enough to be dangerous, but it hurt nonetheless, and you sighed at the blood seeping out of the wound to dribble all over your clothes and mingle with the glittering dust.

With another huff, you grabbed the nearest surface to pull yourself back on your feet. Further examination showed you that, during your fall, you’d knocked down a glass case which had contained a plant; the very same glass case which had shattered and cut you. Eyes narrowed, you bent down to save what was left of the – surprisingly sturdy – plant. Despite the fact that you’d fallen on it, it still looked pretty. The leaves and the red blossom, glittering with its pollen, looked strange. Otherworldly. It probably was. Or a mutation of some kind.

You placed it half-heartedly back on the tiled top of the table and limped out of the lab. Enough for one day. Banner’s notebook could wait. You needed to dress the wound and rinse off the pollen, and then, all you wanted to do was sleep.

***

Stepping out of the shower, you quickly dried off, wrapped yourself in the dressing gown Nat had given you for Christmas with a comment on how your wardrobe could use some spiciness – you could hardly call it a dressing gown; it made from black silk with lots and lots of lace adorning the sleeves and barely reaching down to cover your butt, but you had to admit that you felt, indeed, sexy and confident wearing it – and settled down cross-legged on the bed with the little first aid kit you kept in your bathroom to dress the cut the shards of glass had torn into your forearm.

The bleeding had stopped, and the pain was bearable – as an Avenger, you were used to worse injuries, that was part of the job description – but your vision blurred as you tried to dab some iodine on the cut, and you blinked rapidly to clear your sight.

It was also warm. The hot shower had probably boosted your blood circulation, you pondered as you rose from the bed to check if the air conditioning in your room was already running, but all of a sudden, the floor seemed to move beneath your bare feet, shifting like a ship at sea, and you caught yourself on the wall.

Not good. This was not good.

It didn’t take long for the realization to hit that this was neither caused by circulatory problems nor tiredness. The strange plant. The sparkling pollen.

Suddenly, you felt scared. What if you collapsed on the floor? What if the plant had been poisonous? You needed help. You needed to call Banner and tell him –

With a new surge of panic, you realized that you’d left your phone in the kitchen, at the other end of the building. There was nobody else in the tower but…Loki.

You could practically hear your bad luck laughing at you.

Another wave of vertigo flooded you. Warm. It was too warm.

Was your condition serious enough to rouse him? It was already late in the evening; Loki had probably gone to bed already. He most definitely didn’t want to see you. And you…did you want to see him? You did. You were missing him terribly.

Focus, you chided yourself as you worked up the strength for your wobbly legs to carry you to your door and into the hallway. Tiny white stars danced in your vision as the floor seemed to jerked under your feet, as if you were standing on the back of a giant monster which kept trying to shake you off. And right now, it seemed the floor was winning. Yes, you needed help. Now.

Panting, clad only in your dressing gown, hair wet and leaving a trail of droplets on the polished floor, you stumbled through the hallway, into the elevator which would bring you to Loki’s room two levels above your own, along another hallway…there was the door.

It felt like walking through a dream. Everything was strangely detached, and there was the hue of unnatural brightness creeping in at the edges of your field of vision, making you feel as if you were glancing through one of these contorted binoculars they had at fairgrounds. When you raised your fist to knock on the smooth wood, you tried to take a moment to steady yourself and catch your breath.

As if he’d sensed your presence, the door swung open to reveal Loki, and he took a surprised step back at the sight of you, leaning against the wall beside his door. His eyes widened as they briefly travelled down your form before snapping up again to meet yours, and it dawned on you that you were still half-naked, wearing nothing but delicate silk and lace, your hair a soaked mess which dribbled onto the black fabric which clung to your shoulders.

Loki himself, you realized, was wearing something you’d have described as the Asgardian version of a comfortable outfit – which was still one hundred percent more elegant and classy than any sweatpants – but he didn’t look as if he’d gone to bed already. He looked wide awake.

Your heart bled as you took him in, at the loss of his friendship and everything it could have grown into, but there was a twisted spark of happiness as well. You’d missed him so much. If your predicament was the reason you could talk to him again, at least for one last time before he would shut you out once again, it might be worth the pain.

“I’m – I don’t feel good”, you chimed up timidly to break the astonished silence between the two of you, and your voice sounded strange. As if you heard someone else talking. As if you were underwater. The second thing you realized was that the strange roar you kept hearing wasn’t the sound of waves – it was the sound of your own blood rushing in your ears.

“I can see that,” Loki deadpanned.

“As charming as ever,” you retorted, and your words slurred. It sounded as if you’d ran a marathon. Actually, you felt as if you’d ran the whole way instead of creeping through the hallway with the vigour of a zombie, palm always on the wall as you dragged your steps along. Your chest was rapidly rising and falling with every laboured breath.

“Are you drunk?”, Loki inquired with a sceptical glance at your imbalanced posture.

“Wish I was.”

It was so easy, to get back to the usual bantering which had paved the way to your friendship. But we aren’t friends anymore, you reminded yourself. He doesn’t want to be your friend. He doesn’t want to be your anything.

“You look like you downed an entire liquor store,” he went on and took a few steps closer to you, and his eyes narrowed as he tilted his head a little to examine your face with a stern expression of his own. “I don’t want to have you puking all over me.”

“The only thing making me want to puke is you.”

“Why did you bother to visit me at all, then?”

“As I said, I don’t feel –“

You didn’t get to finish your sentence before the floor bucked once more, this time accompanied by a wave of heat travelling through your body like a forest fire, and you were thrown off balance with a groan of pain. Loki was at your side in an instant, catching your fall before you could hit the floor, and he finally seemed to have realized that something was, indeed, wrong.

“You really need help,” he muttered, and despite the vertigo and the sudden pain, you couldn’t help but mumble, “I wouldn’t be here if I could have prevented it.”

“Glad to see you kept your belligerence.”

“Glad to see you kept your arrogance,” you shot back through gritted teeth, with as much dignity as you could muster in your dizzy, pained, half-naked state, with his strong arms around you making your heart race for a whole lot of other reasons, and Loki’s glossy black strands tickled your cheeks as he glanced down at you in his arms, his face suddenly so close to yours, and alarm slowly crept into his blue gaze.

With a gentleness in his honeyed voice which you’d never heard before, never thought the trickster capable of, he said, “I’ll carry you inside, okay?”

You gave a weak nod, and Loki bent down to lock one hand at the back of your knees, supporting your spine with the other as he carefully picked you up and carried you over the threshold like a groom might carry his bride, before he placed you down on his bed.

His bed. Had your mind been clear, you’d have started to protest, but there was no strength left in your muscles. With another agonized groan you rolled to your side, tugging your legs closer to your chest as your whole body seemed to go up in flames and your boiling blood turned into tiny needles which sliced through veins and skin with every heartbeat.

It felt as if you were burning alive.

Through the veil of tears blurring your eyes, you saw Loki’s calm façade crumbling, and concern fused into worry. No, not worry – something way more fierce. Panic. He was panicked…for you?

“Make it stop,” you whimpered helplessly before your voice broke, and at the periphery of you vision you saw Loki settle on the bed beside you, felt the mattress dip, and the flames in your body seemed to roar hungrily as the god’s hands settled on the sides of your face.

“You’re burning with fever.”

“Make it stop. Please make it stop.” Your voice was breaking with the pain, and the strange sensation which was building in your lower belly; a feral feeling of desperately needing something…someone…

“I’ve got you,” Loki’s voice cut through the haze of your racing thoughts as his hands began to gently massage your temples, “I’ve got you. We need to cool you down.”

And he did. Where his fingertips made contact with your skin, a pleasant coldness seemed to ooze into your very blood to ease some of the scorching heat, and a shaky exhale left you as Loki’s hands slowly wandered down over your neck, your shoulders, your arms, spreading the cold throughout your body. It felt as if you were slowly sinking into a lake, its soothing cold waters immersing your aching body, and for a few glorious minutes, you could feel the relief of the sensation Loki’s magic was granting you. Your eyes fluttered close when your strained muscles relaxed. It felt as if you were floating.

“Is it getting better?”, he asked quietly, and the slight quiver in his voice didn’t escape your notice.

You breathed, “A little.”

“Will you tell me what happened?”

You could feel his fingertips hovering over the cut on your arm, and when you opened your eyes to meet his gaze, the softness of his voice was mirrored in his beautiful ocean eyes. He was bent over you, his hands still working his magic, and you could see that the skin on the tips of his fingers had turned blue. When he noticed your gaze, a flicker of sadness crossed his features before he muttered, obviously trying to sound as indifferent as possible, “Being monstrous has its benefits.”

“You’re not monstrous,” you protested softly.

For a split second, Loki looked surprised, and you thought he was about to say something else. Had you missed you as much as you’d missed him? Did he still think about the night he’d pushed you away, the kiss the two of you had shared? But the moment passed, and you cleared your throat. “I had an accident in the lab. One of Tony’s robots went rampage and I fell into a glass case with some plant and cut myself. I went to take a shower because there was pollen everywhere and then I started to feel like everything was on fire, so it’s safe to say I poisoned myself”, you croaked.

“And waited until now to tell – “ he began, but with a look of horror dawning on his face, his hands left their place on your wrists to gasp your upper arms before he pressed, “Which plant? What did it look like?”

At the loss of his cool touch, which seemed to be the only thing to keep the pain at bay, the agony rushed back to you, crawling beneath your skin like a swarm of venomous spiders. You doubled over once more with a low moan as you croaked, “Red petals. Like…like clover.”

Your throat was sore, and your skin, you realized now, was clammy with sweat; your breathing shallow and laboured, and white-hot anguish shot through your lower abdomen like a bolt of lightning, making you groan.  

When Loki didn’t reply, panic seized you – and another wave of this strange heat in your lower belly, this pulsing need between your legs; an ache in your core like you’d never felt it before. Ravenous. Raw. Primal. Intensifying with every passing minute.…And with terror, realization hit you what it was you were feeling.

“Loki, I –“

“It’s an Asgardian plant. We call it crimson clover. In low doses, its pollen has a calming effect, used in the infirmary and to induce sleep. That’s why Banner asked Thor to bring him a specimen of it as a sample. He hoped it could help him gain control over his transformation into the Hulk.” Loki’s voice sounded strangely hollow.

“And high doses?”, you urged, and it cost you everything not to moan aloud with the growing need glowing in your core, the urge to let your hands slide down between your legs and stroke yourself, to ease this ravenous urge. No. Please, no. No no no…

“In high doses, it’s a neurotoxin, which enhances heartrate and…other functions.”

“Am I going to die?” Fresh tears started pricking at the corners of your eyes as you glanced up at Loki’s, whose grasp on your arms had loosened to a gentle touch at your words, before he assured, “No. No, you’ll live. It just makes you…”

He drifted off, obviously searching for a good way to put it, when you finished blatantly, “Horny.”

“You could put it that way.”

“Oh god,” you choked out, pressing your hands to your burning face in horror and embarrassment, but Loki gently pried them away to make you look at him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “Oh god, I’m so sorry –“

“Don’t be,” Loki hushed, and tears choked you at the tenderness with which he spoke to you despite everything that had happened between the two of you, all these things which didn’t make sense and the questions which kept haunting your mind day and night. He cared for you. You’d sensed it before, and you could see it now in the compassion shining in his eyes as he looked down at you, sprawled on his bed.

You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. Everything to be spared the humiliation of the damned plant’s toxin wreaking havoc in your body and twisting your hormones, taking every shred of dignity as you burned alive with this agonizing desire. The sensations which kept flooding your body at the slightest movement, the slightest touch of the bedsheets against your exposed skin, the damp fabric of your dressing gown plastered to your feverish skin, were too overpowering for your senses, and every one of Loki’s touches seemed to worsen your condition further, feeding these greedy flames of need. You felt as if you might go crazy with lust.

“If you…um. Would give me a few minutes?”

“To help yourself?”, Loki asked with a stern expression.

“Either that or to die of embarrassment,” you deadpanned with a croak, “Probably the latter.”

Loki chuckled softly, but the concern in his gaze was unrelenting. “It doesn’t work like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“It has to be someone else. Or your condition will just worsen.”

“How long, then? How long until it stops on its own?”, you urged, desperation growing with every second of silence which filled the air as Loki contemplated his words, before he replied, “Days.”

You would have stared at him in horror, but your world was already fading into the white noise of pain sizzling along every nerve, every sinew and muscle and bone in your body. It felt like dying. You could only hope that the blackness which had begun to slowly creep in at the edges of your contorted vision would hurry to render you unconscious, passed out with agony so you wouldn’t have to suffer through these next few days.

“Let me help you, Y/N” Loki murmured softly, his voice nearly drowned out by the pounding of your racing pulse in your ears.

“Coldness helped,” you gasped, clammy hands clutching the bedsheets as another wave of pain rattled your bones, and you bit back a groan when Loki’s hands, still cool with his magic, cradled the sides of your face again to gently tilt your head and make you look up at him.

“We can’t put you in a freezer for the next days. You’re in pain. And I can’t…I can’t stand to see you in pain. Please, let me help you,” he implored.

“No,” you said, surprised by the vehemence in your weak voice as you shook your head, “No, I can’t let you do this.”

He frowned with hurt. “You would rather endure days of agony instead of giving in and letting me help you?”

“I can’t…”, you choked, interrupted by a sharp inhale of breath. Breath which seemed to burn your lungs as if you’d swallowed acid. With the last remains of strength you could muster, you whispered, “I can’t ask that of you.”

Your eyes fluttered close at the sensation of Loki’s fingers brushing away stray strands of your wet hair which had fallen into your face, before he murmured, “You didn’t ask. I’m offering. It’s my decision to offer – and it’s your decision to accept.”

The pad of his thumb ghosted over your cheek, and only then did you realize your face was wet with tears. Tears Loki was swiping away with a tenderness in his touch, in his gaze, that made your stupid little heart stumble in your chest. How many times had you imagined him looking at you the way he did now, touching you with such gentleness? But not like this. I couldn’t happen like this.

“We can forget about it, when it’s over,” he offered quietly, his tone growing more desperate, “We can pretend it never happened. Just let me help you. I just…I just want you to be okay.”

He was right. You needed help. And if anyone, you wanted it to be him.

“Okay.”

It was all the reassurance he needed, and the mattress dipped beneath you as Loki shifted and carefully pulled you with him, placing you between his legs with your back resting against his chest, and even this slight touch on your arms made you groan with unbearable desire flaring in your core.

“I’ll take care of you,” he soothed, and placed one hand on the damp skin over your collarbone to uphold his cooling magic and keep your fever as low as possible, while his other hand slowly wandered down to the apex of your thighs and the arousal pooling there, already running down your bare thighs, and you desperately rutted your hips in need of friction.

“Is this okay?”, Loki mumbled softly against the shell of your ear, and you gave him a breathless, panting nod, while he continued to let his hand roam down over the damp silk of your dressing gown, giving you time to stop him should you change your mind. You didn’t, though. You wanted nothing more than for him to touch you, to hold you...

“I promise I’ll make you feel good, my love,” Loki kept murmuring while his hand finally dove beneath the fabric of your flimsy dressing gown, and his voice was like honey running down a sore throat, a soothing balm against the guilt and shame raging beneath this all-consuming desire. Reassuring you that it was okay – something you needed to hear more than anything else right now. In the delirious state of your mind, you wondered if he’d actually called you love, or if you’d started hallucinating with the raging fever eating away at you. The touch of his cool hand against your blazing skin made you bite your lip with a drawn whine, eliciting the sweetest sensations in your fever-addled body.

“No need to stay quiet,” he encouraged softly, “Be as loud as you want to, darling.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. A desperate cry fell from your lips when Loki dragged his cool fingers along the slickness of your folds, slowly spreading your arousal before he started to caress the throbbing bundle of nerves between your legs with gentle brushes of his fingertips. Your head fell back against his shoulder as you rolled your hips against his hand with the despair of a starving person at a banquet table, and every rational thought left you. The pleasure which flooded your body was unlike anything you’d ever felt, singeing your nerves until you felt like you might burst with it, craving more, more, more…

Loki’s breath against the column of your throat summoned trails of goosebumps on your heated skin while he started to whisper praises you his words a susurration which tangled with your moans.

“You’re doing so good, my love.” The tenderness in his hoarse voice made warmth bloom in your chest. His words, you knew, were meant to convey so much more. It’s okay. You don’t need to be ashamed. I’ve got you. It’ll be alright.

“You…” you breathed, and your lips brushed over the skin of his neck as you angled your head, “You feel so good.” The sensation of your lips against his throat made him utter a low moan, such a lovely sound; oxygen feeding the hungry flames in your core, and you rutted more desperately against his fingers to chase these sweet sensations…

His cheek was resting against yours, ink black curls tickling the side of your face as you tilted your head and the tip of your nose brushed against his jaw, feeling his own thundering heartbeat against your spine as another glowing bolt of bliss made you arch your back as Loki kept building your climax with slow caresses, his cool fingertips dancing over your clit in time with the movement of your hips, clouding your lust-addled mind and stealing every last ounce of control as the ball of fire in your aching core morphed into an explosion.

Your climax was so forceful that it knocked the wind from your lungs and let darkness seep into your mind, and you were glad nobody else was in the headquarters because you were certain the cry which spilled from the back of your throat as Loki’s skilled fingers continued to massage your clit and guide you through your orgasm would have woken everyone up to the highest storeys.

When the waves of your orgasm finally ebbed, consciousness started to reclaim your senses, and the haze over your mind lifted as fast as it had descended upon you, leaving behind nothing but pure, unadulterated grief. Grief, because it was over and you would leave, and you would never again feel Loki’s arms around you, his heartbeat thrumming against your skin, his voice whispering to you.

“Ssshh, it’s okay,” Loki soothed with a whisper, and suddenly his arms were around you, pulling you closer into him, “Did it work? Are you okay?”

“It did,” you uttered on a broken whimper, “It…Thank you.”

With the pain gone, the fire in your core extinguished and the toxin burnt from your system, there was no reason for you to stay. Loki had made it clear that he didn’t want to have anything to do with you, and the least you could do now was respect his wishes. But as you shuffled out of his arms to leave the bed and his rooms, his fingers wrapped gently around your wrist to hold you back and he pressed, “You’re crying, Y/N. You don’t seem to be okay so, please, tell me what’s made you cry. Because there is nothing to be ashamed of, and nothing you should feel guilty about.”

The pain in his words was more than you could bear, and when you finally shifted at the edge of the bed to look at him, his hand still holding your wrist, you could see tears brimming in his beautiful ocean eyes while he held your gaze.

“I miss you, Loki.” It came out as a quiet, broken sob, along with fresh tears spilling from your eyes. “I miss you every day. Every night. But I know that you want me gone and I respect that, so that’s what I’ll –“

You didn’t get to finish the sentence. Your mind went beautifully blank when Loki’s lips captured yours in a kiss which left your breathless and dizzy in the best of ways, urgent and desperate as his hands found their way to the sides of your head and he pulled you closer, making your heartbeat stumble and kindling new flames in your core, flames which felt right, so much better than the desire the toxin had awakened in you.

The world blurred and nothing else mattered anymore as the two of you sank down onto the mattress together, Loki situating himself on top of you, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer while your fingers wove through his soft raven strands, and the blissful moan which escaped him at the sensation sparked another burst of colours in your chest. Fireworks.

“I need you,” you breathed, “I need to feel you.”

Upon hearing these words, Loki broke the kiss to glance down at you, worry flashing in his eyes as he asked, “This…this is real, is it? Not the toxin?”

“It’s real,” you reassured with a breathless smile, and his lips where on yours again, one of his hands gently tilting your head to deepen the kiss, coaxing open your mouth to taste you, and you could feel his clothed erection pressing against your core, eliciting a sweet torrent of pleasure which cascaded through you, and you languidly rolled your hips against his, grinding your soaked core against his length to summon another lovely sound from Loki’s lips as his free hand left its place on your chin to tangle in your wet hair.

Your hands slid between your bodies and down to free him, and the groan he uttered against your lips when you grabbed him and aligned him with your dripping entrance was the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard, and you took your sweet time to drag his tip along the wetness of your folds, his breath hot and heavy on your lips, feeling how his grip in your hair tightened with the sensation.

“Are you sure?”, Loki whispered once more, and your heart seared at the tenderness in his coarse voice, the affection shining in his lust-darkened eyes as he gazed at you as if you were the only person in the world. As if you were his whole world. He was stunning in every way, with the slight flush in his cheeks, the ghost of the soft smile which played on his lips, the stray curls of his raven hair which fell into his face, and you reached out with one hand to brush them away from his forehead before you murmured, “I need you more than anything else.”

His gaze stayed locked on yours as he slid into you, burying himself in your throbbing walls until he filled you to the brim, with a gentleness as if he were scared that he could break you. The sensation of him sheathed inside of you, his chest rapidly rising and falling against yours, breathing in each other, relishing the sensation of each other, made your eyes flutter close with overwhelming bliss.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, pressing a trail of kisses along the line of your jaw. The soft moan which spilled from your lips in reply was swallowed by his kiss as he started to move, burrowing himself deeper inside your dripping heat with every languid thrust, and you felt your walls clench around him with every electric wave of pleasure he sent through you.

Head tipping back with pleasure, you slid your hands beneath the soft verdant fabric of his shirt and to the soft skin of his back, nails leaving scratch marks as you pulled him closer and deepened the kiss, and you could feel the pace of his thrusts quickening, matching the movement of your own hips snapping against his with every wanton whimper tearing from you, every stroke of his tip against the sweet spot deep inside of you.

It was your name on his lips, murmured against your own, which made you come undone with a cry of pleasure as the first waves of your orgasm swept through you, immersing you in this beautiful glowing warmth Loki made you feel, the euphoria he instilled in your very soul, and you clung to him like a lifeline as your muscles went limp and he chased his own high beside you with faltering pace, telling you he was close as well.

“I love you,” he murmured as you felt him come undone inside of you, stealing another greedy kiss from your lips as the feeling of his hot cum spilling inside of you, paired with the confession he’d just whispered, unravelled you for a third time that night, gentle and all-consuming, filling you with bliss and love and the beautiful feeling of being safe and sound in his arms, surrounded by him, bodies moulded and souls aligned like the stars dancing in your vision while Loki gently rested his forehead against yours and helped you ride out both your climaxes.

A few heartbeats of silence passed in which you both waited for your ragged breathing to calm, your heartbeats to slow. You wanted to stay like this until the end of time itself, him buried inside of you, as close as possible with his heartbeat in tune with your own.

“Did you – did you mean that?”, you panted.

“I did. I do. Every word”, he rasped, and his hand slid out of your hair to caress your cheek as he continued, “I love you, Y/N.”

Against the lump forming in your throat, you whispered, “Then why did you push me away after that kiss?”

His expression darkened, sadness obscuring the happiness which had glimmered in his ocean eyes.

“I should never have treated you this way, my love. But I was scared.”

“To let me get close?”

You cupped his face between your palms, and whispered, “I love you, too, Loki. I love you so much. But I need to know why you did it.”

He nodded, and with a shaky exhale, he rolled onto his back, pulling you with him.

“My mother’s death was my fault.”

It took a few breaths for the meaning of his words to sink in, and you could feel the strain in his voice as he went on, “I didn’t know it then, but I told them where she was. I wanted to send them to Odin, and the only person who ever believed in me, who ever gave me the feeling that I was loved, paid the price. And I was scared the same thing could happen to you.”

He swallowed, and you inched closer, placing your palm on his cheek to gently turn his head and make him look at you. Your heart bled for him, for everything he’d went through.

“I’m so sorry. I wish I could help you ease the pain,” you whispered. “But I know, with all my heart, that you won’t hurt me.”

“I was scared, because…I never loved anyone else. I never even loved myself, and I’m still sure that nobody could ever love me.”

You felt as if you could burst into tears all over again upon hearing these words, but you bit it back. There were far more important things to do. You swiped at the tears which had sprang from his eyes, just as he’d done for you earlier, and asked softly, “Can you still do this memory-telepathy-thing?”

Loki nodded with a confused frown.

“Good. Then do it”, you urged gently and grasped his hand to place his palm on your temple, closing your eyes to summon all these memories from the past few weeks. To make him see what you saw whenever you looked at him. Beauty. Pain. Loneliness. Greed. Kindness. Jealousy. Wit. Humour. Compassion. Empathy. Snatches and fragments of colours in a kaleidoscope, and above all else, love.

When Loki released his magic’s soft grasp on your memories, his tears had started flowing once more, accompanied by the most radiant smile you’d ever seen him wear, a smile which chased away all the shadows and the doubts to replace them with nothing but a pure, unfiltered joy.

He didn’t say anything when he pulled you closer into his arms, against the heart which was beating for you. And for the first time in his life, Loki felt…happiness. For the first time, he didn’t feel alone anymore. For the first time, he believed that he could learn to love himself, with you by his side.

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[marvelfanfics1]

Could you do more little!loki? Maybe when mommy is injured? Ps. I LOVE your stories (♡-♡)

Mommy is hurt

(GIF not mine)

Pairing: little!Loki x Mommy!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, mentions of injuries (gunshot wound), reader uses some bad words, Loki is a bit scared, fluff, some angst

A/N: Thank you <3

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Thor carried you inside the quinjet and it instantly took off after the rest got inside. He laid you down on a small bed and you hissed in pain.

"Fuck! This shit hurts!" you cursed and earned a glare from Steve. "God Rogers, fuck you and your language. Get shot and we will see how you'd react"

He just shook his head and whispered something to Bruce, who nod in response and came towards you with a syringe.

"No, absolutely not. When we arrive back at the tower and Loki sees me unconscious he will freak out. If that- shit!" you threw your head back when another wave of pain hit you, your adrenaline shock slowly fading. "Give me something else"

A minute later Bruce came back and injected you with something that made you go funny in your head, but you're still conscious though.

Arriving back at the tower Thor picked you up and you felt something soft underneath you. It must be a medical cart or something. You giggled the whole time and noticed someone grabbing your hand.

"Mommy?" your head lulled to the side and you smiled lazily at Loki, your sweet little Loki.

"Hey baby, had fun with Peter?" you slurred a little, kissing the back of his hand. He nod and looked down at your leg, where Thor was holding a cloth on your wound, and tears pricked in his eyes.

"Don't worry, brother. Banner will take care of her" he assured him and they started to push you to the med bay.

Loki never left your side, having a dead grip on your hand while Bruce an Dr. Cho were working on your leg. They often got a glare from Loki when you winced in pain because the medication wore off.

"You'll be okay mommy" he whispered to you and handed you his favorite stuffie that he called Thunder. "He'll pwotect you"

"Thank you, love bug, I feel a lot better. You know what would help me too?" you asked and he shook his head. "A kiss"

He blushed and leaned down to give you a quick kiss, a little embarrassed in front of Bruce, but still gave you a second kiss on your forehead as you do to him all the time.

Thirty minutes later Bruce stitched you together and helped you sit down in a wheelchair.

Loki pushed you to your shared bedroom and helped you as best he could on your bed, making everything comfortable for you, and extra laid a pillow under your hurt leg.

"Bwuce said you need to take these," he said in his sweet little voice, handing you the pills and a cup of water. After swallowing them you placed everything on the bedside table.

"Let's order some take out and watch some cartoons, you can pick," you said and patted his side of the bed.

Loki got on the bed and laid down with his head on your stomach. You started to scratch his head and he hummed in response, making you chuckle.

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Taglist

@marvelsguantletkeeper @my-river-lilly @canned-rootbeer @fanfictioniseverything @devilslilbabysblog @madgep @buckymydarlingangel @hallecarey1 @daybreakwinter @chiyongberry @wandaslittlewhore

#little!loki #little!loki laufeyson #little!loki x mommy!reader #little loki x mommy reader #little loki laufeyson #little loki #mommy!reader #mommy reader

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Sloth's Monstrous Kinktober Masterlist 2021

Oh my ghouls, it's here!!! Here is my official Kinktober Masterlist! Thank you everyone who sent in monster character recs. And an even bigger thank you to @cryptidcasanova and @wakingbeauty for beta reading my fics, which honestly was a task on its own. You guys are amazing! Such superstars!

Also shout-out to @howdoyousleep3 for all the love and moral support. We did it! ✌️💙

Here is a quick key for each prompt, but please read all warnings. These are a mix of Light, Grey, and Dark fics so read at your own risk. Your media consumption is your own.

Key: Fluff ☁️ // Smut 🍑 // Angst 🥀 // Dark 🌚 // Humor 🤡

This work has Adult Content. By clicking “Keep Reading” you have agreed that you are over the age of 18 and are willing to view such content. My work is not to be copied or translated onto any other platform. I have discontinued my taglist - follow @slothspaghettilibrary to be notified of when I post new fics

Somnophila - Bogeyman!Victor Creed x GN!Reader - 🌚🥀🍑

Car Sex - Harpy!Sam Wilson x Male!Reader - 🤡🍑☁️

Knife Play - Orc!Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader - 🌚🍑

Agoraphilia (Public Sex) - Shifter!Johnny Storm x Fem!Reader - 🌚🍑

Katoptronophilia (Mirror Sex) - Invisible Man!Tony Stark x Fem!Reader - 🍑

Spanking - Satyr!Ransom Drysdale x GN!Reader - 🌚🍑

Menophilia (Period Sex) - Werewolf!Bruce Banner X AFAB!Reader - 🌚🍑☁️

Pegging - Nymph! Justin Capshaw x Mommy!Reader - 🌚🍑

Suspension - Drider!Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader - 🍑☁️

Tripsolagnophilia (Massage) - Tentacle!Lee Bodecker x PS!Fem!Reader - 🍑☁️

Videoing - Orc!Jake Jensen x Male!Reader - 🍑☁️

Masturbation - Tiefling!Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader - 🍑🌚(dark adjacent/grey)

Anasteemaphilia (Size Kink) - Troll!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader - 🍑🌚🥀 (very minor angst I think)

Food Play - Minotaur!Thor Odinson x GN!Reader - 🍑

Blood Play - Ghoul!Robert Pronge X GN!Reader - 🌚🍑

Double Penetration - Mermaid!Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader - 🍑

Cum Play

Sex Toys

Uniform Fetish

Pet Play

Ovipositing

Shibari

Gagging

Lingerie

Body Worship

Voyeurism

Biting/Marking

Knotting

Aphrodisiac

Praise/Humilation

Threesome

#a sloth writes #victor creed #sam wilson #tony stark #steve rogers #bucky barnes #bruce banner #stephen strange #jake jensen #justin capshaw #robert pronge #thor odinson #loki laufeyson #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #andy barber #helmut zemo #lee bodecker #ransom drysdale #johnny storm #lance tucker #wade wilson #sloths monstrous kinktober 2021 #kinktober #kinktober 2021 #fem!reader #male!reader #gn!reader #x reader #reader insert

[promenadewithme]

First of all, I want to thank all of you so much for the follows, likes, comments, reblogs and support in general! I can't believe I hit 50 followers so soon! I know it’s not much, but I actually didn’t expect any at all so I’m so happy!! Thank you ❤️

Now, this is how the celebration is going to work: first you chose a song and a character. Then send it to my requests with your pronoun of choice, along with any other specifications and I'll write you a fic based on the song! You can either send the song or specific quotes as prompts

To find the fics I will write, use the #Anastasia's 50 followers celebration

This event starts today (May 20th) and ends June 10th

Support Me on Ko-Fi - if you’re feeling generous 💕

Songs:

Fluff (Romantic)

Paper Rings - Taylor Swift

London Boy - Taylor Swift

Love Story - Taylor Swift

Lover - Taylor Swift

King of My Heart - Taylor Swift

Willow - Taylor Swift

Crazier - Taylor Swift

New Year’s Day - Taylor Swift

Daylight - Taylor Swift

Jump Then Fall - Taylor Swift

How You Get The Girl - Taylor Swift

You Are In Love - Taylor Swift

It’s Nice To Have A Friend - Taylor Swift

Today Was A Fairytale - Taylor Swift

State Of Grace - Taylor Swift

Mine - Taylor Swift

Delicate - Taylor Swift

Say You Won't Let Go - James Arthur

Naked - James Arthur

Rewrite The Stars - James Arthur + Anne-Marie

I Won't Give Up - Jason Mraz

I'm Yours - Jason Mraz

Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran

Tenerife Sea - Ed Sheeran

How Would You Feel (Paean) - Ed Sheeran

Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran

Afterglow - Ed Sheeran

Lego House - Ed Sheeran

Dive - Ed Sheeran

Galway Girl - Ed Sheeran

Everything Has Changed - Ed Sheeran + Taylor Swift

I Was Made For Loving You - Tori Kelly + Ed Sheeran

Make You Feel My Love -Adele

One Call Away - Charlie Puth

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Little Things - One Direction

Night Changes - One Direction

Can't Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley

Andante, Andante - ABBA

Waterloo - ABBA

All Of Me - John Legend

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

Snowman - Sia

A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

Arms - Christina Perri

Teenage Dream - Katy Perry

Halo - Beyoncé

The Only Exception - Paramore

Dandelions - Ruth B

Someone To You - BANNERS

Would You Be So Kind - Dodie

Someone You Like - The Girl and The Dreamcatcher

If I Could Tell Her - Ben Platt 

Absolutely Smitten - Dodie

How Long Will I Love - Ellie Goulding

Angst (Romantic)

Good 4 u - Olivia Rodrigo

Drivers License - Olivia Rodrigo

Deja Vu - Olivia Rodrigo

Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

Enough For You - Olivia Rodrigo

1 step forward, 3 steps back - Olivia Rodrigo

Happier - Olivia Rodrigo

Jealousy, Jealousy- Olivia Rodrigo

Favourite Crime - Olivia Rodrigo

Hope Ur Ok - Olivia Rodrigo

Betty - Taylor Swift

Exile - Taylor Swift

Teardrops On My Guitar - Taylor Swift

Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift

Tolerate It - Taylor Swift

You’re Not Sorry - Taylor Swift

Should’ve Said No - Taylor Swift

White Horse - Taylor Swift

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

My Tears Ricochet - Taylor Swift

Back to December - Taylor Swift

Breathe - Taylor Swift

The 1 - Taylor Swift

All Too Well - Taylor Swift

Invisible String - Taylor Swift

Evermore - Taylor Swift

Lose You To Love Me - Selena Gomez

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez

When I Was Your Man -Bruno Mars

Someone Like You - Adele

Hello - Adele

All I Ask - Adele

Let Her Go - Passenger

Say Something - A Great Big World

Stay With Me - Sam Smith

California King Bed - Rihanna

Take a Bow - Rihanna

Broken Hearted Girl - Beyoncé

Tonight I Wanna Cry - Keith Urban

The Winner Takes It All - ABBA

SOS - ABBA

One Of Us - ABBA

Half a Heart - One Direction

Yesterday - The Beatles

If The World Was Ending - Julia Michaels

Colors - Halsey

Happier - Ed Sheeran

One Last Time - Ariana Grande

Why’d You Only Call Me When You High - Artic Monkeys

Play Date - Melanie Martinez

Just a Friend to You - Meghan Trainor

All I Want - Kodaline

Love You From A Distance - Ashley Kutcher

Potential Breakup Song - Aly & AJ

I Don’t Wanna See You With Her - Maria Mena

Let Her Go - Passenger

All My Tears - Ane Brun

Always On My Mind - Elvis Presley

Someone to you - Lewis Capaldi 

Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

Others

Sit Still, Look Pretty - Daya

How To Be A Heartbreaker - MARINA

No Body, No Crime - Taylor Swift

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift

Blank Space - Taylor Swift

You Need To Calm Down - Taylor Swift

Getaway Car -Taylor Swift

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift

Bad Blood - Taylor Swift

The Man - Taylor Swift

22 - Taylor Swift

Dorothea - Taylor Swift

Marjorie - Taylor Swift

The Best Day - Taylor Swift

Mirrorball - Taylor Swift

I Forgot That You Existed - Taylor Swift

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things - Taylor Swift

The Lakes - Taylor Swift

The Last Great American Dynasty - Taylor Swift

Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson

When I Kissed The Teacher - ABBA

I Have A Dream - ABBA

I've Been Waiting For You - ABBA

You'll Be In My Heart - Phil Collins

Titanium - David Guetta (feat. Sia)

F**ckin' Perfect - P!nk

New Rules - Dua Lipa

IDGAF - Dua Lipa

Bad Guy - Billie Eilish

You Should See Me in A Crown - Billie Eilish

COPYCAT - Billie Eilish

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Stand By You - Rachel Platten

Firework - Katy Perry

Because You Loved Me - Céline Dion

See You Again - Wiz Khalifa + Charlie Puth

NO - Meghan Trainor

Skyfall - Adele

Gasoline - Halsey

Castle On The Hill - Ed Sheeran

Save Myself - Ed Sheeran

Supermarket Flowers - Ed Sheeran

Small Bump - Ed Sheeran

Growing Up - Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Ed Sheeran

7 Rings - Ariana Grande

Bad Liar - Selena Gomez

Rare - Selena Gomez

Who Says - Selena Gomez

I Turn To You - Christina Aguilera

Till There Was You - The Beatles

Sweetest Devotion - Adele

ps: sorry, I'm a Swiftie and a Sheerio <3

Characters

Character x fem! or GN! reader (ROMANTIC)

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Lucien, Helion, Tarquin, kallias and Tamlin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton and Simon Basset.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, The Darkling, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan and David.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian Havilliard and Chaol Westfall.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Neville, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Young Sirius, Young James and Young Remus.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy and Mr Bingley.

MARVEL: Steve, Bucky, Sam, Pietro, Loki, Thor, Peter Parker, Ned, Tony, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Scott Lang, James Rhodes, Peter Quill and Stephen Strange.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Peeta, Gale and Finnick.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Derek Shepherd, Andrew DeLuca, Alex Karev, Jackson Avery, Mark Sloan, George O'Malley, Link, Koracick and Ben Warren.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Derek, Isaac, Liam and Jackson.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Stefan, Matt, Klaus, Elijah and Kai.

NARNIA: Peter, Edmund and Caspian.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Obi Wan, Kylo, Han, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin.

Character x platonic!/sis!/bro!/enemy!/daughter!/son!/mentor!/or anything else platonic Reader

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Feure, Nesta, Elain, Mor, Amren, Nyx, Lucien, Tarquin, Helion, Kallias, Tamlin, Ianthe, Suriel and Bone Carver.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, Darkling, David, Alina, Bahgra, Zoya, Tamar, Tolya, Apparat, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan, Nina, Inej, Tantee Heleen and Pekka Rollins.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian, Chaol and Aelin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony, Benedict, Colin; Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, Hyacinth, Lady Violet, Simon, Lady Danbury, Penelope, Lady Portia Featherington, Marina, Sienna, Genevieve, Cressida and Queen Charlotte.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, Luna, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Cho, Seamus, Fleur, Pansy, Myrtle, Sirius (old or young), James (old or young), Remus (old or young), Lily (old or young), Molly, Arthur, Bill, Percy, Charlie, Xenophilus Lovegood, Snape, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Hagrid, Moody, Flitwick, Umbridge, Bellatrix, Voldemort, Lucius, Narcissa, Peter Pettigrew, Helga Hufflepuff, Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Dobby and Nearly Headless Nick.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy, Georgiana Darcy, Mr Bingley, Caroline Bingley, Elizabeth Bennet, Jane Bennet, Mary Bennet, Lydia Bennet, Catherine Bennet, Charlotte Lucas, Wickam, Mr Collins, Mr Bennet, Mrs Bennet.

MARVEL: Steve, Peggy, Sharon, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Carol, Monica Rambeau, Pietro, Wanda, Agatha Harkness, Loki, Frigga, Odin, Hela, Thor, Heimdall, Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, Valkyrie, Peter Parker, Ned, MJ, Tony, Pepper, Morgan, Happy, Howard, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Shuri, Scott, Hope, Hank, Cassie, James Rhodes, Peter Quill, Gamora, Mantis, Nebula, Groot, Rocket, Drax, Stephen Strange, Wong, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Maria Hill, Thanos, Ancient One, Red Skull, Ultron, John Walker and Zemo.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Katniss, Peeta, Gale, Finnick, Haymitch, Rue, President Snow, Primrose, Effie, Cinna and Johanna.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Meredith, Derek, Andrew, Alex, Jackson, Mark, Lexie, Cristina, April, Izzie, George, Callie, Owen, Addison, Arizona, Miranda, Amelia, Link, Burke, Teddy, Maggie, Richard, Carina, Ben Warren, Megan Hunt, Ellis Grey, Catherine Avery and Tom Koracick.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Malia, Lydia, Allison, Derek, Isaac, Liam, Jackson, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Sheriff Stilinski, Kira, Melissa McCall and Noshiko Yukimura.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Elena, Katherine, Stefan, Caroline, Bonnie, Jenna, Klaus, Elijah, Rebeka, Sheriff Forbes, Kai and Lexi.

NARNIA: Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy, Caspian and Aslan.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Padme, Yoda, Jarjar, Obi Wan, Kylo, Rey, Han, Leia, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin and Grogu.

No pressure tags: @venuswritesfanfic @for-bebbanburg @maggiescarborough @multifandomfix @sweetnspicysimp @lazypeachsoul @magravenwrites

#Anastasia's 50 followers celebration #bridgerton x reader #my writing #greys anatomy x reader #marvel x reader #acotar x reader #throne of glass x reader #teen wolf x reader #tvd x reader #thg x reader #pride and prejudice x reader #hp fanfic #harry potter x reader #grishaverse x reader #six of crows x reader #shadow and bone x reader #star wars x reader #star wars x you

[mostly-marvel-musings]

I need a prompt #12 with either Tony Stark or Steve Rogers. Whomever u feel more comfortable writing. Rdj is prolly 3 time my age but I'm still a hoe for him🤧🥵 Ps thanks for writing these. They have been getting me through feeling like a side character 😔👊

Pining

A/N: I thought I’d give writing for Steve a shot, since I have 3 Tony Stark ones coming up! What do you think?

Fluffy Prompts

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Everything Taglist – @godofplumsandthunder  @ladyacrasia @agustdowney @swaggysposts @littlegasps @little-baby-vixen  @another-stark-sub @supraveng @kahlanmars @marvelgirl7

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Steve clutched the drink in his hand tightly as his eyes were fixed on your form leaning against the bar counter laughing at some tall, rather handsome man’s joke. He was some random guy who had swooped in at Stark’s party and apparently made you giggle after every sentence.

Sam nudged him, concealing his smirk before speaking up, “You know she’s not gonna stop just by you staring daggers at them.”

That seemed to make Steve blink away and fidget around before taking a long drink from the beer bottle that had its label torn away in the process.

“You know how I am talking to girls, Sam. I don’t have the moves or charm.”

Even after years of acclimating to the current times, Steve Rogers was still the short, timid guy on the inside, who never had the guts to speak to women.

“So you’re just gonna sit back and let that guy sweet talk his way into (Y/N)’s pants?”

“I don’t like you speaking that way about (Y/N).” he replied sternly, the green monster huffing in his belly, urging him to do something.

“She has no idea you’ve been pining after her for months Rogers. Look, you don’t have to be all suave and gimmicky, honesty never fails.” Sam shrugged, soon joined by Natasha.

“Hello boys, are we watching our fellow Avenger flirt her way into that man’s pants?” she wondered out loud, earning a chortle from Sam and an eye-roll from Steve.

“Why does everyone keep talking like that, so inappropriate.” Steve blushed a little, shuffling his feet, hoping to change the subject.

“You know, she has a thing for you right Cap? She’s told me, on several occasions.” Nat mentioned casually, perching on the seat behind, sipping her martini.

“She does? What did she say?” Steve’s ears perked up, he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief at the newly acquired information.

You liked him!

“What? Are we in high school? Go talk to her.” Nat smirked before giving Steve a little shove in your direction.

Steve took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves before downing the beer and walking towards you in determination.

“Atta boy!”

“What about you, little miss? You leaving Banner for me?” Sam wiggled his eyebrows at her before his eyes skimmed across the room to find Bruce standing within hearing range.

Sam swiftly got up and left the two alone as he watched Steve across the room grab you by your elbow whispering something in your ear that made you blush furiously with a shocked yet relieved expression on your face.

Atta boy.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers drabble #fluffy prompts #steve rogers imagine #steve x you #marvel fanfiction #mostly marvel musings

[bookwormdeen]

Requests Open

Requests Open

Hello!

These can be pairing with Reader, OC (fanfic or one-shot) or just one-shot without pairing (just the character).

I do dates special (b-days, Christmas, etc)

Smut (Only in some cases), Dark themes: Allowed.  I like polemic, yes! Feminism, Gender questions, Politic, Health. All of it. The world is a lot of things, writing has to be too. Plus, art is here to help.

I value things that run from stereotypes or cliche. So your character can be LGBTQI +, Black... Anything really. I don’t wanna just white perfect characters. I want different.  Because different is far more challenging and fun to write.

I am taking requests with the following characters:

TV Shows

Daredevil: Foggy Nelson; Benjamin Poindexter, Matt Murdock, Vladimir Ranskahov

The Originals: Kol, Klaus, Elijah

Vampire Diaries: Damon, Kai Parker

Vienna Blood: Max Liebermann

The Punisher: Billy Russo.

The Witcher: Jaskier, Cahir, Lazlo

The Order:Hamish Duke, Randall 

Justified: Tim Gutterson

Limitless: Bryan Flinch

Ragnarok: Fjor Jutul, Laurentis

Dark: Jonas, Magnus Nielsen

Peaky Blinders: Thomas Shelby, Michael Gray

Amazing Spider-Man: Ben Reilly (Scarlet Spider), Peter Parker, Alistair Smyte, Miles Morales

A Discovery of Witches: Marcus Whitmore 

Merlin: Merlin, Arthur, Mordred, Gwaine, Lancelot

Grimm: Nick Burkhardt

Good Wife: Cary Agos, Finn Polmar

Star Trek: Spock, Khan, James Kirk, *Data

Dusk Till Dawn: Richard Geko, Seth Gecko

Glee: Sam Evans

Scream: Noah Foster, Gustavo Acosta, Eli Hudson, Will Belmont

Hannibal: Hannibal Lecter

Money Heist (La Casa de Papel): Berlim

The Good Doctor: Shaun Murphy, Neil Melendez, Alex Park

Castlevania: Adrian Tepes, Trevor Belmont

Clone Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker

Sex Education: Otis, Adam Groff, Eric

Movies

Marvel: Loki, Bucky (Winter Soldier), Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Doctor Strange, Quicksilver, Black Panther, Harry Osborn

DC: Bruce Wayne, Scarecrow, Joker

Ex Machina: Caleb Smith

Riot Club: Miles Richards, Dimitri Mitropoulos, Guy Bellingfield, James Leighton

1917: Blake, Scholfield

Narnia: Edmund Pevensie, Peter Pevensie, Caspian 

Hobbit: Legolas, Thorin, Thranduil 

Fantastic Beasts: Newt Scamander, Theseus Scamander

6 Underground: 4, 6, 7

HP: Draco Malfoy

Game of Thrones: Robb Stark

Maze Runner: Newt, Gally

Characters 

Iron Fist Austen: Mr Darcy, Mr Tilney, Sidney Park, Frederick Wentworth

Noah Centineo

PS: Here are listed only man but you can ask woman too (I don’t know which ones to put, there are much more than these ones).

Ships

Crossover ships are accepted too!

Davina x Kol

Mr Darcy x Elizabeth

Mr Tilney x Catherine Morland

Anne x Gilbert

Sidney Park x Charlotte

Matt Murdock x Karen Page

Billy Russo x Krista Dumont

Amy March x Laurie

Rich Gecko x Kate Fuller

Anastasia x Dimitri

I love AUs and crossovers: like HP meets Narnia, or something like that. Ask about Actors are good too. 

Free Stories 

These ones I pretend to write more of it or remake it. These will be long fanfics. Feel free to share ideas. If you want a one-shot involving these TV shows or movies is good too. 

Obs: Some of them may be only in my Wattpad account. * @lucy_beau

The Alienist; Dirk Gently; Northanger Abbey; Sherlock, Sanditon; The Adventures of Tintin; Chained; Fallet; Ripper Street; Byzantium, Jumanji; Carrie Pilby; Vallerian; The Name of The Rose, Crimpson Peak; Revenge; Red Sparrow; Hookup Plan; The Ottoman Lieutnant

Free Ask:

Saw a thing and want a fanfic? Send me the idea. The movie is bad but could be good? Let’s write it. Want a prompt but can’t write? Maybe I can do it. Send it to me!

Free fanfics or stories have a limited number of chapters: 20.

Obs: I don’t do terror. Horror? Yes. 

SEND!!!!

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Need some help getting ideas? Look here: Prompts

#daredevil #dirk gently #amy march x laurie #the originals #reader #request #marvel #mr darcy #dusk till dawn #the punisher #billy russo #sanditon #fanfic #the witcher #loki fanfic #hobbit #star trek #riot club #cary agos #imagine #oneshot #benjamin poindexter #1917 #davina x kol #peter parker #matt murdock #theseus scamander #viena blood #jaskier #fantastic beasts

[male-reads]

Thor: Rule the World

Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Thor x Male!Reader Summary: Ruling is tiring. Request: Could you make a thor x male reader where the reader rules asgard while he’s gone. PS i love your work

Ruling Asgard was a lot harder than anticipated. There was a reason why things were run by democracies. Ruling was hard.

Especially when your subjects treated you like royalty and never exactly asked for a second opinion. Asgardians were difficult to deal with sometimes.

The day started out like normal - missing Thor, wondering where the hell he was, and why he thought it was a good idea to let you rule in his absence. The responsibility was hard.

Keeping order in Asgard and within the other realms was exhausting to say the least. There were things that needed your attention, and they only grew when you had to figure other things out. You didn’t envy Thor.

“You look tired,” Heimdall said as you walked closer to him. “Ruling Asgard can be … exhausting,”

“I realise that may be why Odin ruled so terribly,” you said. It was bad to speak ill of the dead, but with everything that had happened, maybe Odin had needed help, a council. Instead, things had steadily gotten worse. But Thor had been fixing things since his father had passed.

“If you’re wondering were your king is, he’s on Midgard. He appears to have a profound friendship with Bruce Banner.”

You had met Bruce briefly before. He was a nice man. “Let us hope they do not break Midgardian science,” you said. 

Heimdall chuckled, inclining his head. “I shall inform you if they do. Now I suppose you must leave; ruling Asgard leaves minimal time to oneself.”

It took around three weeks before Thor made it back.

You knew full well that he returned. Thunder and lightning boomed and shot across the sky, and barely a minute later, Thor was striding towards you, smile bright and arms wide.

It felt nice to be back in his arms.

“How has it been, Y/N?” Thor asked, pulling away only slightly.

It was still a nice surprise to see the way Thor looked at you - eyes bright and warm with love. His gentle embrace was always welcoming and was a home.

“I do not envy you, my king,” you said, smiling at the way Thor shook his head. 

“I am not your king, you are my equal,” he said, lowering his head to rest it against yours. “Perhaps I shall have to make you my king too.”

You raised an eyebrow but couldn’t help but smile. “Perhaps. But I do not want to deal with … responsibilities such as these by myself.”

Thor chuckled. “Of course not. As kings, I would have to share them. Or at least hand some off to someone else.”

“Aren’t you clever?”

#thor #thor x reader #thor x male reader #marvel #norse mythology #avengers #x reader #x male reader #male readers #asgard #heimdall #asgardians #male-reads writes

[rogershasmyass]

dancing on my own

a/n: hello, i finally had guts to post my first fic after i watched the endgame ((which is weeks ago)) please bear with me, it'a my first fic and yeah, please tell me what you think because it would really help me. I really wanted to write for a very long time,, so here it is! i also wanted to improve my writing so please send me some request ♡ thank you!!!!!

ps: i'm so sorry it looks so crowded i don't know what's with tumblr i can't put spaces :((( i promise i'll edit it on a desktop :-(

pairings: steve rogers x reader

warnings: endgame spoilers???? language, lil angst, lil fluff

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"He can take his time and stay there as long as he likes, but for us, it'll only take 5 seconds." Bruce said.

We nodded. Steve, on the platform went down to hug Bucky goodbye and then to me.

"Come back in whole pieces okay?" I smiled while caressing his face. Memorizing every part of it, as if I will not see him again. I know I will. I just, feel like I will never get to hold him like this.

"I will. I love you." He said lovingly, although there's something in his eyes that I can't...ponder upon.

"I love you more. Come back alright?" I asked one more time as he went to the platform. He didn't looked back at us.

Banner started counting backwards signalling his return.

There's something I feel in my stomach, I feel something in my throat and tears are starting to dwell up. My breathing are getting uneven.

"y/n..." Bucky held my arm when I started panicking.

"He'll be back, right?" I asked Bucky. I know he knows something too.

"I lost him on the map! I can't see him!" Banner starts to push buttons frantically. Sam and Bucky were starting to lose their calm, too. Trying to figure out what went wrong.

"Bruce, I'll go find him." I said. All of them were shocked and looking at me like I'm crazy. I just needed to see him one last time.

"y/n...i'll go with you." Bucky said. I wanted to say that I'll go alone but I feel like I'm losing time.

"Take care of each other. You know how to use that, y/n, right?" Bruce assuring me.

"Yes." Determined, I went to where Steve was last seen.

xxxxx

After blasting into an unfamiliar place, I looked at Bucky, trying to find a familiar face, but he's very fascinated that he was brought back to a place he knew of dearly.

"Hey, Bucky. You know where Steve probally has gone to?" I asked him

"Oh, doll. Of course you know where he went to." Bucky trying to make the situation lighter.

"Oh God. Of course I know. I just can't say her name, it feels like swallowing poison. So, do you know where she lives?"

"I do."

"What are we waiting for? Let's go now!" I told him and basically pulled him in some direction. He laughed.

I actually don't know what to do if I found him. Will I ask him to come back to me? To the present where we started something special. Or I thought so. What will I do if I see Peggy in flesh? What exactly am I doing here?

"Hey doll?" Bucky interrupted my thinking.

"Hey, buck. Are we there yet?" I asked him. We were on a cab to Peggy's house.

"No not yet. Penny for your thoughts?" He asked me.

"Nothing...I'm just very amazed at how beautiful and simple it is back then." I lied, I wasn't even paying attention to where were going.

"What are you planning to do? Once you see him?" Bucky asked me.

"I...I don't know. I feel like being selfish if I ask him to come back. I actually don't know what we're doing here. It's getting dark, Buck. I think...I think we should just go back. In fact, it's Peggy we're talking about here. She...she was his first love and what am I to compare to her? Let's go back, Bucky. I just can't bear to see it, whatever's I'm going to see." I said almost out of breath.

Bucky looked at me with sad eyes. "Too late, doll. We're already here." I glanced outside and saw a decent and big old house, well probably not old, since we went back, it probably was a kind of house that's in in these time. We went out of the cab and stood outside.

"Bucky let's go back. I think it's someones birthday or Steve's welcome party or.. I...let's just go back." I begged him and grabbed his arm. I noticed there's something in the backyard, it's full of people and contained a lot of decorations.

"Wait do you hear that song, y/n?"

A slow song played by a band was playing, and who would forget this song? It's my captain's favorite.

I wandered on his room in the Avenger's headquarters after one of Tony's extravagant party. It's been 7 months since we officially started dating. Although, we have been testing the waters for almost 5 years now since I joined the team.

"Hey, cap." I asked him while just cuddling on the bed, almost sleepy. "What's your favorite song?"

"It's been a long, long time." He answered while kissing the top of my head.

"I know it's been a long time, love." I joked.

"Silly, it's the title. You hear it all the time" He laughed at my silly joke.

"I don't think I get to finish the song. You know, I fall asleep on your choice of songs." I pouted and he kissed me. "I wanna listen to it!" I sat on the bed, wanting to listen to it enthusiastically. "Come on, love. Play it for me!" I pointed at his turntable and gave him my puppy eyes I know he can't resist.

"Promise me, you won't fall asleep?" 

"I won't! I promise!"

"What my baby wants, my baby gets." He walked over to the turntable and placed the CD on. The slow song started to play.

"You wanna dance, cap?" I asked him, but immediately regretted it. I remembered Peggy and their promise to dance with each other. And you know, their history.

"Do you wanna dance?" He asked me.

"I do. But only if you're ready." I smiled at him reassuringly that it's fine by me. I went over to him and hugged him. We stayed on that position for a while when he asked me, "Have you danced before, y/n?"

"Like a slow dance? I haven't."

"Why?"

"Because you aren't ready yet."

"I'll dance with you when I completely let go of my past."

"I'll wait for it even if it takes forever."

He chuckled. "Alright. Let's get you to bed, you're getting sleepy. I love you, you sleepyhead."

"I love you more."

I looked over to the backyard, closer to get a better look. They have guests, who are dressed formally. The yard was decorated by balloons, flowers, there's a large cake and a band playing my cap's favorite song. I went to look at the other side and my whole world shattered before me. My eyes were producing tears uncontrollably and my knees got weak literally, Bucky caught me just in time.

Steve, the love of my life, got his most awaited dance. After 70 long years. With the woman he truly loved.

"Rogers got his fucking dance, Bucky. It's so...unfair." I was sobbing into his arms while holding my mouth, afraid that if my voice gets too loud, people might see us.

"Hey, y/n... calm down a little bit, you're breathing's not normal anymore." Bucky warned me. I have asthma but that's not the problem now.

"Bucky.....they..got..mar..married. Does he even plan on telling us? H...he should have atleast told us? I would have understand because I kind of expected this to happen ever since that time machine idea was brought up. It should have hurted less if he just told us, but instead he..made us worried by not being in his timestamp, and now...we're seeing him...having the time of his life, dancing and getting married, for fucks sake!!!!! while we're fucking worried of his whereabouts?????? He could have just fucking told me!!!!!"

I wept on the grass leaning on the yard with Bucky. As if my whining will bring Steve back to us. We stayed there for 5 more songs, staring into the grass in front of us, hearing the people's chattering and the celebrations for the newly weds. We once heard the people clinking their glasses with their forks, signalling them to kiss. Of course, I burst into tears again.

"Let's go back, y/n" Bucky stood up and offered his arm to me.

"Let's go." I wiped my tears and pressed on the device that will let us back home. I didn't even managed to look back to the party. I don't think I can handle it.

x

"Have you found him? Where's Steve?" Bruce asked, Sam waiting for answers. Bucky smiled sadly.

"Having the time of his life." I told them and smiled bitterly. "He got his dance, Sam...Steve got his dance..and his girl. He..looked so happy." I felt like crying again, but no tears came. Probably spent it all way back there.

"y/n..." they called out to me, feeling sorry.

"I'll be in my room. I'll be fine. I just wanted to rest." I assured them.

I laid on my bed for God knows how long. I looked on the other side where Steve's smell still lingers. Not wanting to cry again, I stoop up and put on the CD in the turntable and played his favorite song.

I closed my eyes and body swayed a little, imagining he's dancing with me. 

"You know what...? You're so unfair, Rogers. You got your dance and I got nothing. Well, as they say, promises are meant to be broken. But you are not one to break promises. You even went back in time to have your dance with Peggy, while a band plays." I tried to smile. "But I am so happy for you, my love. I truly am..." 

Maybe in an alternate universe, it's you and I.

Maybe in an alternate universe it's just you and me, no past haunting you, no obligations to the world, no fallen family. No lost time. Just us, living together happily.

A tear finally fell from my cheeks and the music stopped. I wiped it away, then proceeded to remove the CD from the turntable.

"Oh fucking hell, I lost my sanity. First I'm dancing alone and talking to myself. Fuck you, Rogers. The things you do to me." I chuckled to myself 

"Language."

You stopped and turned to look where you heard the voice. Your man, the love of your life, your captain, was standing by your door.

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Bruce's Bar

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

Word Count: ~1700 words

Outline: Bruce wants to introduce you to his beloved bar.

Warnings: alcohol, dry humping, swearing, slightly dom! bruce, handjob, pet names, rough p in v sex, nipple play, creampie.

Author's Note: Inspired by she-hulk's first episode :)

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

Main Masterlist ・❥・Bruce Banner Masterlist

NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

Bruce had the idea that for your six-month anniversary together he should introduce you to his bar. Apparently, he and Tony Stark had built a cabin and a bar in a coastal village in Mexico. Drinks, sun, and the beach. How could you ever say no to that?

“And this is where the magic happens!” Bruce says enthusiastically as he shows you the bar, the sun setting in the distance. 

“Looks absolutely amazing, baby.” You nod your head looking around. “The decoration is sublime.”

“Let me show you how a good cocktail is made.”

“Show me your best, baby.”

Four drinks later that were definitely not mixed well and most likely with more alcohol than they should have, you were both barely sitting on the bar stools, giggling at each other, story after story. Your one leg was between his thighs and you had been absent mindlessly rubbing it on him for a while. Bruce looked so beautiful in the bar lights, the way his whole demeanor had changed since he walked inside the cabin and the way he talked about the avengers had you looking at him very….hungrily.

You smile at him sweetly as you lean forward, pushing your body closer to his, your one hand wondering to the hem of his jeans. He is still reciting a battle story taking sips of his drinks. You unbutton the top and bottom and then the zippers naturally fall down. 

“Oh.” He exclaims. “Are we getting a little frisky?” 

“You’re the one who’s already hard, Brucey.” You wink at him and chuckle. Your hand grabs his crotch confirming your suspicions and he only grunts in response. 

“Oh baby, you’re the one rubbing yourself on me, can you blame me?”

“I haven’t been doing anything.” You feign innocence and squeeze his cock. “But I know you wanna fuck me on the countertop.”

Bruce gulps loudly, your strong advances always made him hot and bothered and he was way more than bothered. You push down his boxers to set his cock free for you. 

“Look at you being a dirty little boy.”

“You’re a menace, you know that?”

“What? I’m the sweetest little thing you know.”

“A fucking menace that’s gonna end up so fucked here that she wishes she never started teasing me like that.”

“Promises promises…” You shake your head and sigh loudly, spitting on his cock, and then wrapping your palm around it. “Look at me always doing all the work.”

Bruce only grunts as you start working fast on his cock, rapidly moving your hand on his length just because you know how much it will get him worked up. Bruce liked fucking you more than he could ever enjoy just the touch of your hand. 

“Let me fuck you properly…” He mumbles and you stroke him slowly, changing the pace, dragging your thumb over his tip. His head hands back, alcohol heavy on his tongue, and eyelids heavy.

“No. You said I only wanna get fucked, maybe I just wanna take care of you.”

“Oh, please.” He scoffs and that’s when you squeeze his balls making him moan again. 

“I wanna feel your tight pussy, Y/N, fuck your pretty brains out.”

“Oh, I bet you do, baby.”

“I need to get inside you, stretch you with my cock…”

“I don’t even know if you are capable of that, you seem very drunk.”

The growl that comes from his lips is animalistic and it’s like something inside him snaps and comes forward taking your wrists in his hands and turning you around to pin you on the countertop. With one quick movement, he rips out your shirt and pushes down your bra. 

“You like to hear me beg, don’t you?” He groans against your ear, his lips kissing your neck and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. 

To your surprise, his next movement is not to rip open your jean shorts but instead he reaches for the rest of his glass and proceeds to throw it on your breasts. 

Of course. You think to yourself and you can only giggle as he pushes up your breasts with the palms of his hands and then buries his head between them, licking around with the flat of his tongue.

“Brucey…” You breathe, his tongue cleaning the alcohol so well off your skin, pulling and biting at your hard nipples.

“Shhh...” He murmurs, reaching out for your drink and repeating his previous motions. You can only moan at the way he is working on your nipples, lapping around so fast and effectively that makes your panties wet. 

“You promised to fuck me, Bruce.”

He looks up to you with a smirk and then he travels his hands to your jeans, ripping them apart with one quick movement. 

You momentarily remembered you truly didn’t pack a lot of clothes because you figured you’d be naked anyway but you never thought you’d lose your traveling clothes as well. 

He doesn’t let go of your nipples as he pushes your panties to the side, how gentleman-y of him, and then brushes his cock over your lips. 

Now he was fast, all because you provoked him like that, if you’d let him be then he would still be reciting his stories. Bruce was a huge talker. You smirk to yourself as he lines up his cock to your pussy pulling at your nipple and then he pushes his cockhead inside making your mouth hang open in pleasure.

Then is time for him to smirk. He lets go of your nipples, putting his hands on the sides of the countertop, the angle of the position pushing his cock further inside you and then he begins the most brutal thrusting you had ever experienced with him. 

His cock hits all the way to your cervix and then his cock almost slips out, only to slam it inside back again moving his hips vigorously against your frame and you swear you can see a hint of green in his hair. Your legs have wrapped around his waist and are the only thing that keeps you steady as your hands stick on his shoulders. He is staring at you, mouth hanging open as he fucks you like this, animalistic and raw. 

“Shit!” You exclaim when you hear a wood cracking and that’s when he loosens his grip on the countertop. Instead of stopping, he is pushing you down on this and climbing on top of you. His hands grab your wrists pinning them above your head and he continues his brutal pace from before, completely trapping you underneath him. 

“You wanted to get fucked, didn’t you?” He muses, his lips hanging above yours as you can only moan and shout, every single thought getting fucked right out of your head. 

“You can’t fucking speak now, can you?” He only laughs as you feel him finish inside you with a short grunt. Your body is spasming under him with the arrival of your own orgasm and his now slower strokes. 

But he doesn’t stop. His hands leave your wrists free only to grab your chin and then he returns to his brutal rhythm. 

“Got make sure my cum will stay deep inside you. Looks like you need to be taught a fucking lesson.” His voice is low that it makes your insides burn and the way he doesn’t stop makes you even hornier. You hadn’t ever seen him like this before so it must be the magic of the place.

Or the fact that he won’t admit that he likes begging you to let him fuck you. But who were you to rattle a man’s ego?

Your hands are trying to hold on to his muscles as he is groaning above you, the slapping sounds of skin on skin, white cum floating around, filling the room only followed by your repeated moans. If only anyone could ever see you like this, getting fucked so fucking fast that it makes you shake.

“I am gonna fuck you so hard you will never be able to forget it.” He groans and it instantly makes you orgasm, screaming his name. 

He looks at you with a smirk, stopping his thrusts, just to watch your body tremble, your legs trying to close on him. 

“Feel me.” 

He whispers and then he cums again inside you with just only a couple of slow strokes, filling you again, and now is so match and so creamy that it only spills out of you. He lies a little on your side, to look better between your bodies, slipping his cock out of your pussy. 

His palm goes to your pussy scooping up the cum and pushing it inside again. His finger feels so thick and heavy inside you that only if your body didn’t hurt so much, you’d clench around it. 

“Can’t even keep it in, huh? It just feels so good…” He presses his finger inside just to sit there and admit his work and you can only look at him, your body shook to its core and still panting heavily. 

“Look I got an idea.” He smirks and reaches for his back pocket. Then he pulls out his phone and then he snaps a couple of pictures of your abused pussy and his cum spilling out before snapping one of your well fucked face. 

“Fucking beautiful.” He grins and puts the phone away. 

You can’t really speak, all you try to do is say his name but he only soothes you and holds you close kissing you sweetly. 

“I know, I know, baby. A few more minutes so you can breathe properly again and I am taking you to bed.”

Bruce is ever the sweetheart, he carefully picks you up and carries you to the bedroom, setting you down on the bed and then cleaning you sweetly with a washcloth making sure you are all cleaned up and no visible bruised had formed. 

“Unfortunately when it comes to clothes I only got what Tony left here so.” He muses as he dresses you in a black Led Zeppelin tour concert shirt. 

He then places a blanket over you and follows you to bed, keeping your body warm with his extraordinary body heat. And come the morning time he brings you freshly baked pancakes and plenty of fruit that lay forgotten on the bedside table.

Something about that Mexican air…

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[dr0wning-in-hell]

Foresight - Peter Parker

Summary : Y/N and Peter could see the day when they would meet, their soulmate bond made that possible. They were both from completely opposite sides of the pond. Peter was from New York, and Y/N was being raised in the Red Room. Neither of them ever thought they would meet their soulmates, until the day they did.

word count : 580

warnings : probably a lot of angst, cursing, some PTSD from the reader, violence, mentions of death, fluff near the end, but really just a lot of angst

pairing / characters : Peter Parker x inhuman!reader, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, mentions of Daisy Johnson,

prompt : Some soulmates had different connections to their S/O, but then their were those that could see the future, the day when they would finally meet one another. They’re never given the time, or the day. Just the place and the person.

A/N : this is gonna be a series, how long I have no clue. I hope you enjoy! (ps this is just like an intro type thing so yeah it’s short)

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Y/N Y/L/N. Thrown out the day she was born just like a piece of garbage. Y/N was found by some elderly women, which one would think were maybe some Nuns or grandmas, but no that’s not what these woman were. These women ran an organization that took abandoned and orphaned girls, and raised them to be the worlds most feared assassins. This was called the Red Room.

From a young age Y/N was taught not to attach herself to anyone or anything. She was trained to be a killer, bred to strike fear into her enemies. She didn’t know what a soulmate was until she heard that a girl from the Red Room had been killed for trying to escape and find her soulmate.

The girls there were told that soulmates were nothing more than a distraction to the job, and a liability. Y/N had no sign of having a soulmate, which made her one of the best girls in the Red Room because she had no one to worry about from outside her home. That was until she started having a reacuring dream about a boy in a blue and red onsie, a giant spider on his chest.

Y/N never told a soul about the dream, because she knew if she did she would end up like the other girl. Dead.

For years Y/N kept the secret, and then something happened to here, which led up to the events of her and her soulmate meeting.

Peter Parker never knew whether or not he would meet his soulmate, and in a way, he didn’t want to meet them because he knew that he could lose them sooner or later. He saw the way his Uncle’s death affected his aunt, and he didn’t want any part of that.

As Peter grew older his thoughts about not wanting his soulmate faultered as he saw more and more of his friends find their true loves, and he realized that he wanted his. He wanted his soulmate, his true love. Peter never knew when he would meet them, he was always hoping it would be soon. The dream began to appear more often and he knew that he was going to meet them soon. He just didn’t realize that when he did, it wouldn’t be under the best circumstances.

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[lockedwithloki]

Hulk is a Dad

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Daughter!Reader

Requested: yes

Summary: (as requested, at least I tried to)  Hi can I make a request for a Bruce Banner daughter reader where she’s like 16 and he didn’t know that she existed and then they meet and she is exactly like him. And maybe Bruce is scared to be a father at first so he’s distant and he doesn’t trust himself until he talks with tony and she thinks it’s because he doesn’t like her but then they talk and have a bonding moment? Thank you, sorry if this is too long

Author’s note: I hope you like this. It was the cutest request I have ever gotten Feel free to tell me what you think! Also requests are still open so inbox me! :)

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“You need to find your father. Promise me you will find him” (Y/N)’s mother whispered to her, trying to breathe properly. Those were her last words before she let out her last breath.

After months of mourning and searching for her father, she finally found him. Her dad was part of the Avengers and a scientist that she had read about. She loved reading about physics and she dreamt about becoming a scientist herself one day.

She wasn’t sure how to approach him. Just knock on his door one day? This didn’t seem right. So she sent him a letter, explaining who she was and asking him if he wanted to meet her, leaving her phone number at the end of the letter.

Days passed by and there was nothing, no reply, no phone call. Nothing. (Y/N) started to worry, feeling the loss of the parenting figures more than before. He probably doesn’t want to know me. His life will get ruined because of me. She kept thinking but her thoughts were interrupted by the ring of her cell phone.

Unknown Number.

Her heart stopped beating for a second and her palms started sweating. “Hello?” she asked quietly, her voice was shaking.

“Is this (Y/N)?” a hesitant voice replied to her.

“Yes, who is this?” she asked in the same tone.

“I’m Bruce. Bruce Banner”.

Few weeks passed by since the moment the two of them met. (Y/N) was really excited with her dad. She loved spending time with him, especially in the lab. But the times he would let her stay with him were not many.

One day he was working at the lab and (Y/N) managed to let her stay. “Don’t touch that please” he says calmly when he sees her grabbing a small gadget and studying it curiously.

“Sorry” she mumbled, not wanting to upset him. “I was thinking” she said after a while “maybe I could move in with you now” she said hesitantly.

The screwdriver Bruce was holding slipped down. He was surprised, he didn’t know what to say. He could manage being a father few hours in the day, but being a full time dad, he didn’t believe he could do that.

(Y/N)’s eyes started watering when he didn’t reply. “Forget I asked” she said and left the room quickly.

Bruce was pacing around the room for the last hour. He was mad at himself for upsetting his daughter. That’s how Tony found him, pacing back and forth and rubbing his forehead nervously.

“Hulk problems?” he asked crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Don’t talk about him” Bruce replied and Tony put his hands up in surrender.

“By the way, I saw (Y/N) running off crying. What happened?”

Bruce sighed and his heart shuttered at the image of his daughter crying. He didn’t know her that well, but she had grown into him and he was secretly proud to have a child like her. “She asked me to move in with me”.

“That’s great!” Tony said excited.

“No, Tony. It’s not. How am I supposed to take care of her? What does a kid need? What if I turn into Hulk one day and I hurt her? How am I supposed to -” he stopped trying to take a breath feeling his self stressing out.

“Easy” Tony warned “Take a breath and listen to me, okay? The poor girl needs you. Think about what’s best for her and boom you got it, best parent ever!” Bruce rolled his eyes at him “Bruce, I have seen how much she looks up to you. She will appreciate you trying to be her dad”.

The next day Bruce invited (Y/N) over at his house to watch a movie together and have dinner. He wasn’t sure what movie to pick, so he bought a bunch of them for (Y/N) to decide.

“Why did you invite me over?” (Y/N) asked the moment she arrived.

“I - uh” Bruce rubbed his neck “I wanted you to see what your new home will be like”.

“For real?” she asked excited and looked around at the house. Bruce nodded a yes at her.

“I thought you didn’t like me” she said playing with her finger.

“What? No. Of course not! I am really proud to have you as my daughter, your mother did a great job” he said smiling at the memory of the woman he once loved.

(Y/N) hugged him tightly and felt happy for the first time in a while. “I’m so excited to start a new life with you, dad!” she muttered and Bruce hugged her back. A warm feeling filling him at the sound of the word ‘dad’.

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Tired [Part:4]

Pairing: Jerome Valeska/Joker x Reader x Peter Parker/Spiderman.

AU included: DC/MARVEL. Possible Suicide Squad.

Prompt: You had enough with Jerome as he keeps seducing other girls in front of you so you plan to leave him and go to New York. Where you will find yourself stuck in the web of another bug who will fall in love with you.

Ey~ The author is back from obsessing with a boy named Chase Goehring who almost looks like Cameron Monaghan now that he is all grown up lolol; anyways. IM BACK, I got author’s block so I just added the clown ;). Also I might add the Suicide Squad if you guys don’t mind, just for the fillers of the charaters~ Anyways I hope you guys like it! It’s kind of rushed but I just hope you guys still enjoy reading it. Also to declare my love for Chase, I added his original song here~ Check him out if you want!!! Ps. I’m still trying to practice my transitions XD

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“So,” Steve Rogers coughed at the silence. “(Y/N), we would provide all your needs and clean your criminal record if you become a trainee of the Avengers just like Mr. Parker here.” He sipped the black coffee while staying eye contact at you, the whole Avengers including Nick Fury are here. Staring intently at you, waiting for your answer. Well except for Clint Barton who is cleaning his arrows and Tony Stark who is playing Mobile Legends on his device. Even though he has a Bluetooth earplug on, you could steal hear the sound waves slipping out.

“If not, we would have to put in you in death sentence for all the crimes you did.” Nick Fury fixed his eye at you while Bruce Banner nodded. “It’s for the safety miss.” Bruce said.

Peter stared at you; you were beside him throughout the session about what they would do to you. Tony Stark found you inside Peter’s bedroom and by force he cuffed your hands up while you gazed back at him with antipathy. He along with Peter brought to you to the Stark Building while Peter stared at you in worry and guilt. He couldn’t feel but blame himself of letting you get caught. If he gave you to the policemen it would be much better since they didn’t really know exactly who you’re than giving you to the Avengers and if you declined their option then you would be dead. He just hoped that you considered the accord

This might be the beginning of the change in your life, you thought. You wouldn’t let this decision to a waste, “Well, sure.” You beamed.

Steve almost spitted his coffee, “That sure?”

“How could we surely know if she won’t back stab us?” Natasha Romanoff banged both of her hands on the table and stood, she stared at the members and Fury for answers and death glared you while you just jerked your shoulders up in reply. Fury breath out heavily in annoyance, “Romanoff sit down. I’ll assign someone to look out for her.”

“And who is this someone?” Wanda Maximoff initiated while Vision bobbed his head at her question.

“Bucky Barnes, are you willing to?” Every person in the room stared at the Winter Soldier who was, as well, startled at what Fury said. He nictates then has grasped to the reality, “No.”

“Barnes,” Sam Wilson threatened.

“Barnes it is, you will train her tomorrow between six to ten and would be beside her at any cost.” Fury nodded while Barnes mumbled incoherent words as he whined to himself at the negligence. Peter shot his hand to the air and they considered to look at him, “Isn’t it better if I? You know, teach her? I know her more.” Fury didn’t spared an eye at him and continue on discussing. You gave him a knowing smile for at least trying; the boy was embarrassed but nodded at you. At least he gave a good impression to you.

“I chose him because I heard from your records you prefer using guns and your aim is quite good so he’s good for you.” Fury added, you just agreed along. It’s not like it could be hard right? You thought. Fury rose and nodded at the group.

“Alright, dismiss.”

-

You take it all back; being schooled by this gloomy man is hard as fuck than you would ever think of.  Now that you know his true colors, you would want to acknowledge at Peter educating you instead. If only there’s a working time machine.

“Alright doll! Training is over, now screw off.” Bucky gathered up the guns and started to clean them. You rolled your eyes and do what he said. You and Barnes never had a good connection to each other, he trains you and that’s it. He didn’t even bother to try and start up a conversation to you. As for the other Avengers, you were pretty good friends with Sam and Bruce. Sam was like a big brother to you and Bruce was like the father you never had, literally. Your father just died when you were a child and you didn’t spend a lot of time with him so you considered it. But with the other Avengers member, you were in an awkward acquaintance stage; you don’t really talk to them much, especially to Natasha. You could feel her preparing to clash onto you as soon as you entered a room with her on it. Now between your relationship with Peter, it started to blossom. You found yourself entertained being with him and you two being close as ever. Tony even teased about how you two are like a couple and you both just retorted with just laughing it all out but you didn’t notice the blush on Peter’s face as he stuttered, denying it.

You walked towards the kitchen and opened the fridge to get a cool water after all the combat training and learning how to use all of the guns, as you closed it you sensed someone near at the are. It was Peter in his enhanced suit made by Stark, he was upside down but then flipped and landed on the ground. “So, uh, I noticed you’ve been changing?”

“Hm?” you chugged down the water while looking at him in amusement.

“I mean you’re not like before. Insane and stuff, it’s great!” He scratched the nape on his neck and bashfully looks at you.

You chuckled at him trying to compliment you by starting a conversation, which was quite awkward. “Thanks mate,” you smiled at him. Yes, you indeed notice that there was a drastic change on living in New York and at the spare room of the tower for a month. Not only did you not think about your past relationship but you were healing with the help of Bruce and Tony with their medication, you didn’t even think that Tony can be a therapist but he just shrugged it off by saying he just learned how to by just reading some books few hours ago which you didn’t regard on but Bruce told you otherwise.

“So why early here? Don’t you have school?” you leaned towards the counter.

“School cancelled off and I just want to hang out with my best friends. Also you’re around my age why are you not enrolled in school instead?”

“Green guy teaches me, Fury couldn’t trust me going to school without making a ruckus.”

“Well that’s sad,” he said but you couldn’t help but notice his body language. He seems to drone out in his mind.

“Something matters?”

“Well, err, could you teach me how to play a guitar? I heard from Mr. Stark that you know how to play instruments and used to perform music at the circus. The class needs to play an original song on a stage individual for the Music subject. I don’t really listen in this subject to be honest,” he was playing on his hands as he looks sheepishly at the ground. You chortled a laugh, “Oh wow, the wise Peter needs my help?”

“I seriously need your help (Y/N).”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll help you; I’ll just take a shower. Meet me in front of my rom by eleven. Also, dress normal.” You stared up and down at his suit.

“Thank you so much!”

-

“Now that’s good notes right there,” complimenting him as he strung the guitar that he borrowed from you. He asked if he could use it for the presentation and you just comply nonetheless. You and Peter made a tune for the past few days and he was going to perform tomorrow. When he finished he grinned an adorable smile at you while you clap your hands.

“We made the tune but how about the lyrics?”

“Don’t worry about that, I already made few lines,” he murmured.

-

It was now Wednesday. You are with Bucky and have managed to sneak in at the school where Peter attended. You got miffed when Bucky lend a hand but respected it since Fury ordered him, it’s not like the man has a choice. When you arrived the basketball area where the stage is, a lot of people compiled in. You and Bucky stuck around the corner with your masks up, trying to blend in. One by one people played, some got the hang on it, some just doesn’t know how to sing or play, some didn’t follow the rules and sang a non-homemade song. Then it came to Peter, he was there looking around. Evident that he was nervous. His eyes landed at you, which was shocked, he didn’t tell you to come and you came by your own will. He returned his concentration to what he was supposed to do, now more anxious than before. He grabbed the hold of the mic and introduced himself “Uh, Hi? M-My name is Peter Parker and I m-made a song called ‘Hurt’. It is basically about a girl in a bad relationship and I’m kind of like, hey you’re not in a good position right now. I could really help you now if you just gave me a chance.”

He then averted his attention back to you, “Uh, okay I’ll just. Err, play now.”

He then proceeded to play the tune that you taught him, not missing a note.  To be honest, his voice didn’t sound that great but it was full of emotions that you wouldn’t care about it.

Hey, baby, you don't have to live this way You don't have a debt to pay So put your foot down and pick your heart up, off of the ground Cause that's not where you belong, I can prove that without this song But for now just play along

Your heart started to ache; you now know why he won’t let you assist him on writing the lyrics. This song was about you, you felt flattered but at the same time in full devastation. You started to recall your memories about Jerome.

The first greetings, “Hey my name’s Jerome. You?”

The way he comforts you when you got tomatoes stains on your outfit, “Don’t worry, someday I’ll get you out of this hell hole. For the time being, let me help you practice more so that it won’t happen again.”

The first I love you’s, “I love you my queen, will you be my girlfriend?”

The gift’s he gave to you, ”Darling I have something for you! It’s a pistol!”

The lie’s he said to you, “She’s just another toy, love. I still love you.”

The way he got angry when you pestered what his relationship with Harley is.

“I had enough with this bullshit Jerome!” the guards where out of the room where all of the mentally ill people is for three pm to five. You where harshly whispering at Jerome trying not makes a scene but then he beat you to it. “I’M SICK OF YOU FUCKING PESTERING ME THE SAME SUBJECT OVER AND OVER AGAIN, WELL UNLIKE YOU SWEETHEART SHE IS NOT BORING AND ALMOST SANE!” he grabbed a hold of your hair that was on ponytail and yanked you towards his face. The people around you silenced and watched the scene occur, probably enjoying it. Barbara stared at you, her face plastered concern and disorientation. Jerome grinned ferociously and noticed the reticence that started to hug the place, “Don’t worry about us! We are just having a couple fight~” That night when you were in your room you started to wail silently, pondering where is the Jerome you adored.

“I know you've been hurt by the way that he talks to you Hurt by the way that he fights with you Hurt by the way, that he loves you I know you've been hurt by the way that he talks to you Hurt by the way that he fights with you Hurt by the way, that he loves you”

When he was about to get into the second verse, you left with your eyes bulging out with tears. Bucky begun to chase you but you eventually run out of the building and onto the yard section. Some people where eating their lunch there and pestering happily. Bucky lost you and started to find you everywhere, his eyebrows furrowed. That’s when he heard the scream of girls nearby, the door beside him started to bang as it opened and girls and some males started to flee while crying franticly. He was confused so he entered and was soon meet with a group of people; he only knew two of them. He noticed you were there, kneeling. The group held weapons, some were wearing a mask some didn’t care less. He runs towards you, backing you up as he brought out his guns that were hidden in his jacket. Aiming towards the man.

You stared in front you couldn’t believe it. After all those days, he meant his word.

“(Y/N), darling! I missed you so much!”

There he was, the man who broke your heart into pieces.

“I found you! I won the game. Now I need the price, I need you.”

Who could’ve thought that you were bad at the game of Hide n’ Seek.

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Calm

Bruce Banner x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1136 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader is Bruce’s counterpart, who has this incredible ability to keep him calm and happy no matter what. 

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Bruce Banner was quite possibly the most mild mannered man you had ever had the privilege of meeting and in that way, you two were very similar. 

You knew there was a beast hiding just beneath the surface but that never bothered you before-even though it bothered him more and more every single day. 

All he could think about was hurting you and while he worried about what would inevitably happen if he did lose control, it was hard to do with you smiling at him.

You weren't powerful or skilled in any particular way that would have qualified you for an avengers position but as far as Fury was concerned, it was best for everyone if you went where Bruce went.

Over the years they had realized that you were some sort of buffer for Bruce, he loved you so much that no more than a look from you could ease him off of the edge and even if he somehow did get out of control, the other guy was just as fond of you as the doctor was. 

In fact, the odd attraction the beast felt for you was something that most people thought may have been your superpower, they had no idea how in the world you could do it.

You yourself didn't even understand how it was possible, after all-what in the world was so special about you that had some sort of lull to the monster. 

You entertained the idea that it had something to do with the feelings Bruce had for you but you had no idea what in the world it was to be completely honest. 

That was the only reason you were on the airship this second, because Fury knew that you were their only hope of entertaining Bruce without incident.

You smiled, taking a step closer to Bruce as you stared down at the large engine of the airship, zooming to life with a whirling boom that filled the air. 

"This is incredible" you gasp, searching for his hand at your side without even looking away from the scene unfolding around you. "This is going to be awful" he replies, making your eyes snap up to meet his own finally 

"Don't say that, it will be fine" you assure, giving his hand a gentle squeeze in his own  "We'll go with that" he chimes, doing his best to stay positive through his sardonic humor.

As skeptical as Bruce was that it was going to work, he couldn't bring himself to actually admit that to you, he couldn't ever bear the thought of doing something to take that bright smile from your face, even if he thought it was going to end badly. 

"Why is it you refuse to enjoy this with me?" you tease, already knowing the answer well enough that you didn't actually need him to tell you. 

You knew how afraid he was of hurting people, you could see it in his face but still he tried his best, for you.

Having already gotten in contact with Agent Coulson prior to showing up had proven to be the best decision you had made so far, you had decided to take as much of the stress onto yourself as possible as a way of keeping Bruce as calm as you could. 

You had the upmost faith in him and all you really wanted for him to do was enjoy himself for once. "Lets go check out your lab" you grin, leading him inside the airship and down the hall you had already checked out previously. 

You saw the way people watched both you and Banner as you passed but it didn't bother you, you had gotten over people's judgement a long time ago.

Bruce couldn't help but smile as he watched you excitedly clamor down the small hall, that was quite possibly his favorite thing about you-you had this zest for life that made him feel alive in turn, he loved it.

"You really did set this up didn't you?" he teases, trying his best to keep up with you although he admittedly struggled. 

"Of course, I just want you to have a great time" you smile, swinging the door to the lab open finding Tony Stark hidden behind it.

The man didn't even seem phased by your appearance, after all, he had been waiting for the doctor to show up all morning "Hi, I'm Y/N, this is Bruce" you introduce, nudging your male counterpart with your hip in an effort to encourage his more social nature. 

Bruce extended a friendly hand to the man and already you could tell this was a match made in heaven. 

Science had always somewhat interested you but never to the extent that these two were currently displaying so it wasn't long before you were bored out of your mind.

You shimmied along the wall behind the teched out counter and wrapped your arms around Bruce's middle, hugging him from behind and leaning your chin against his shoulder. 

Bruce only chuckled at your actions, you had a tendency to get needy around the same time as you got bored so he wasn't at all startled by this. "I'm gonna go get a snack, are you hungry?" you wonder, playing with his fingers as you waited for his response 

"I don't know" he answers, turning his eyes back to the screen ahead of him.

You were used to the decided indecisiveness of the man you loved so much and turned to Tony instead "What about you, Mr. Stark? can I get you anything?" you question, still leaning your whole body weight against your boyfriend's broad shoulders 

"Coffee, coffee would be fantastic right now" he replies, not even tearing his eyes way from the screen 

"Done and done" you assure, heading off toward the door after placing a gentle kiss on Bruce's cheek. You hadn't made it even a foot from the door when you heard a familiar voice call out to you 

"Hey Y/N" Bruce's voice calls out to you, forcing you to turn on your heels almost in succession with his words.

"I love you" he calls, adjusting his glasses in quite possibly the cutest way you had ever seen in your entire life 

"I love you too Doc, now go find that cube" you urge, giving him a gentle peck on the lips before hurrying off in the direction of the kitchen, which you didn't exactly know the location of but you were sure you could find it after a little bit of searching. 

Sure, Bruce had his flaws, but so did you and so did everyone else, it didn't matter at all what happened to him, or what he did-you would be there for him until the end of your days, that was something you were sure of.

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Hello there! I just wanna say how much I love your fics, especially the very spicy ones on my fav Bruce Banner <3 I would love to see a more soft fic (because he’s a big softy) where Bruce comforts his girlfriend after having a nightmare. Take your time ofc! Thank you very much!

Melody

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

Word Count: ~500 words

Outline: Your boyfriend, Bruce helps you calm down after a nightmare.

Warnings: anxiety, nightmares.

Author's Note: Hi nonnie, your words are ever so kind to me, hoping you will enjoy this little piece and find it comforting!

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

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"Y/N." Bruce's soft voice fills the room as you are gasping awake, shivering, with cold sweat running down your back. His hand is wrapping round your back trying to soothe you.

"Just breathe baby, listen to my voice and breath slowly. In and out."

He is keeping his voice low trying to make you calm as he is caressing your back, his other hand pushing your hair back to better look at your face and expressions.

It wasn't the first time you were having a nightmare, unfortunately, it happened once in a while and it was only the second time that Bruce happened to be sleeping next to you. Maybe he was a light sleeper.

"You are here, with me, safe." He continues, his voice hanging like the softest melody. You try to push the images away from your head, to keep your heart from beating so fast but all you can do is turn around to look at him.

He softly kisses your cheek in return, soothing you with his hands on your hair on your back, moving his delicate fingers in circular motions, allowing you to only listen to his heartbeat. He holds you in his arms, safe and sound, slowly rocking you back and forth repeating your name softly like a song, like a melody.

"Bruce..."

You try to say something, for him to go back to place, you can handle this, something along those lines but his arms around you get so tangled up that you could never escape. Where you push he just holds tighter. Here to comfort you and hold your heart for you because he loved you. He was concerned for you but first, he needed to soothe you enough so eventually, you'd both fall asleep.

"I'm here for you, baby, I'm never going anywhere. Never, ever."

"Baby..."

"Shhh, shhh. Listen to me, please, I'm here."

He pauses for a moment enough to hear your heart beating a little slower, in a different rhythm, and he beings to recite an old college story, something silly but mundane, that soon enough makes you laugh and that laugh doesn't ache your heart.

Another story follows the first one and soon enough you are even asking him follow-up questions. You are getting to know him a little better, he is getting to hold you a little tighter. It's a win-win situation.

His voice keeps you warm and when you fall asleep again you are buried deep within his hairy chest, his arms possessively and lovingly and protectively around you. Like a shield made just for you.

And he does this again, for however many nights you need him to.

And you knew if the opportunity arises you will do the same for him.

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