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The Start Of Something New (Bruce BannerxReader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“BANNER SAYS PRETTY LADY LIKES HAIR PLAYED WITH.”

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

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

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

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

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

Your half-lidded eyes finally fall shut.

It only takes another moment and you’re asleep.

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

This would be the start of something new.

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Lust, purple and cautious with bruce banner - sleepover

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

Word Count: 1046 words

Outline: Bruce knew how to work you up but he never liked dealing with the aftermath...

Warnings: daddy kink, dry humping, slightly mean dom! bruce, oral fixation, power dynamics, nipple play, teasing, pet names, dirty talk, degradation, penetrative sex, swearing, comeshot, cockwarming.

Author’s Note: Thank you nonnie bb for this request! I hope you will enjoy it!

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"Quiet."

He breathes out his hand shushing your mouth. You can't help it as you let out a moan and continue rubbing yourself on him. He covers your mouth with his palm and you sneak out your tongue licking him.

“Shit…”

Bruce had spent the better part of your work time making you read the lab reports while he was groping your breasts and of course, it had made you very wet. His fingers were long and knew exactly how to touch you, fabric or no fabric. But you couldn't do anything at that time because you were not alone in the lab. Dr. Cho was there and Bruce had his arms around you pretending he is showing you some points on the computer screen. Hopefully, she hadn’t had a clue.

Once you were alone and he had already sat back on his lab chair you climbed on top of him desperately. You couldn't wait anymore begging him repeatedly to fuck you but all Bruce did was laugh and say he was still busy adjusting his glasses. You rode his body, rolling your hips over his lab clothes, your hands wrapped around his neck, your finger digging into his curly hair.

"Brucey, please, please." You mewl out, picking up the pace. You were horny and needy, and so fucking wet. “I need to cum so badly, I need my daddy to fill my pussy.” and that's when he shut you up. You knew if you kept it up Bruce wouldn't be able to resist so you continued biting down his finger.

"Naughty and desperate. The door is not even locked. Anyone could walk in and watch you with my cock buried inside your needy cunt. Is that what you want? For everyone in this tower to know how much of a whore you are?" His words make you whimper nodding your head and looking at him. Quickly he adjusts himself and reaches for his belt. A thought flashes through your eyes but you keep it to yourself.

“I want daddy to fill my cunt because I am a whore for him.”

"Who am I to deny you then? " He sounds cocky only because he knows how much you want his cock. You keep quiet, trying not to make a sound as you look down at him, setting his hard cock free. Precum is leaking at the tip and he takes the hand off your mouth to stroke it.

"Quiet. No sounds." He warns you again and you obey waiting for him.

"Let me look at you, baby." He begins to unbutton your lab coat, your nipples almost cutting through the fabric and he explores your skin with his fingers till he reaches your thighs, neglecting your most sensitive area. A test to see if you'd plead but you kept quiet looking at him with doe eyes leaving him satisfied.

"Good girl." He praises and then starts lifting your skirt up to your thighs till is all close to your waist. Next, he is revealing how wet your panties are.

"Oh no, look at you. Poor thing you must really be suffering." You draw your eyebrows together and whimper pulling his hair and he can only laugh at your reaction.

"Bruce please. I've been good..."

"Oh so good, might as well give my babygirl what she needs." He chuckles and using both his hands rips your panties off.

“Hope these weren’t expensive.”

You shake your head. You had no idea if they were and right now you really didn’t care. “Please, baby. Just get inside me, I’m ready.”

Then he is rubbing your skin with his thumb, his eyes glistening. "So good." He places his hands on your hips guiding you on his cock and quickly you sink down. You didn't need any further stretching, you already waited long enough.

"Gotta keep it, fast baby. I need to finish my work before eight."

Shit, you think to yourself. It was 7:30. You nod your head and quickly begin to roll your hips feeling his cock touch your nerves. He wanted it quick and you’d made sure it would be so. You bit down your lips trying not to make a sound, and he is brushing his face against your breasts.

It felt good, it felt warm, it felt naughty. Then he sits back on the chair and you begin to thrust your body against his, trying to chase your high, knowing well enough that by the end of the day you'd have him again. You just need to cum right now and have him fill you up. Bruce loves the way you feel. Loves watching you keep quiet for him and soon he begins to encourage you.

"Come on baby you needed this so bad, surely you can make daddy cum?"

You whimper and begin to roll your hips again, rubbing your body on his, and then you begin to hop on his dick the way you know to make his cum. You almost pulled all the way out till you are bouncing down again. Watching his cock disappear inside you again and by the way, Bruce's face scrunches up, you know he is fucking close.

“Come on baby, give it to me. Fill me up.”

You continue your masterful ways and then you see coming near you burying his face inside your breasts to muffle his sounds as he shoots his load inside your cunt.

“Yes, baby, yes!”

His orgasm triggers yours and holding him close like this, you find your ecstasy making a loud moan.

Eh, you did try your best.

You try to catch your breath while he is peeking an eye from under you.

"Was that the best you could do?" You roll your eyes at him and move to get off him but he only pinks you down by your hips.

" No." He says sternly.

"No moving. I got work to finish."

“ But Bruce!"

" You should have kept fucking quiet then." You roll your eyes again and lean down to kiss the top of his head.

"Whatever you want, daddy."

"That's my girl."

“Now, read me the report's numbers again.”

By the time you finished that lab report, he had fucked you in every hole and it was well past midnight…

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grippingmcbucky · 1 year

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The way the Marvel men has us in such a choke hold I literally can't cope.

How dare they.

The audacity.

In other news I will willingly swallow all the cum at once goodbye

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celestialsister0918 · 1 year

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Chapter 1 of "A Window Not Missed" (Brutasha) now up!

Chapter 1 of my first venture into the MCU fandom is now up! Brutasha fans, I'd be honored if you'd head to AO3 and give it some love! Teaser below...

Bruce had been cold, and he had to be. It was for the best. Surely Nat understood and wouldn’t hold it against him. They could still be friends, could still have their late night chats, could still exchange eye-rolls when Tony was very much being Tony or Cap very much being Cap. Clint was Nat’s brother, of course, in all but the biological sense of the word. But he had a wife, a family– which explained why Nat would so often wander in search of a confidant, someone to just shoot the shit with, and would land on Bruce– another loner. He hoped that despite their earlier argument, they could still be each other’s person. Sex was just sex, after all. There was so much more to a relationship.

How are you going to have any kind of relationship when you’re clear across the globe, Banner? Wait, globe? You have to go clear across the galaxy… clear across space itself… there’s no place far enough for someone like you…

At least they could have their friendship for now, while they were here in their holding pattern. If only she would speak to him…

“Um, hey, Nat.”

She had changed into gray lounge pants and a black tank following her shower. Despite the lack of hot water, the Barton house itself was rather toasty, with all these extra bodies milling around. Since Laura had prepared dinner and Clint was off working on some household project, it appeared “Auntie Nat” had volunteered for dish duty. That seemed a Hulk-sized feat for a crowd this big, and Banner, grateful for the opportunity, happily pitched in.

“Hello, Bruce.”

“Need some help?”

“If you’re offering, I won’t say no.” Natasha didn’t meet his eye, instead focusing on a particularly stubborn plaque of baked-on cheese affixed to Laura’s rustic casserole dish. But Bruce noticed the left side of her mouth curl into that classic Nat smirk, so he took it as a sign that not all hope was lost.

“Oh. Okay. Good. Why don’t I tackle that cheese and you polish up the glasses?”

“You implying I’m weak, Banner?”

Bruce chuckled. “Nah, I know better. Implying that I owe you. I– I was a jerk. I mean, I meant what I said. But I guess I could have gone about it in a better way. It… it wasn’t you… it’s just that–”

Natasha interrupted his scrubbing and his monologue with feather soft fingertips on his forearm. “I know. Like you said, we missed the window. Maybe someday we’ll find it.”

Bruce swallowed. He didn’t want to give her false hope. But he was also tired of sounding like a dick.

“I hope so, Nat.”

They continued their work in silence, save for Lila giggling “Go Fish!” from the adjacent living room. Bruce’s brain buzzed with the discomfort and awkwardness of it all. It was so unbearable that he did what he did best: made it even more uncomfortable.

“Um, Nat… when I was in the shower earlier… um… why didn’t you just shower in one of the other bathrooms? Instead of waiting. You know…then you would have gotten some of that hot water…”

The tip of her tongue traced her bottom lip, and her eyes met his coyly. “Because that’s my room, Banner.”

“Oh, you have your own room here?” he laughed nervously. “I guess I should have known. “Auntie Nat,’ right?”

“Yep.” Natasha popped a dish tablet into the jam-packed dishwasher and sealed it up. She wiped her hands clean on the apron she’d donned before attempting to discard it. “Hey, Bruce – can you get the knot?” She shimmied backward until she was within his reach, the damp knot resting atop the gentle curve of her behind.

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” The knot gave way with a gentle tug, which he was sure was no news to her, given her smug grin. Part of him sighed inwardly with relief at that subtle sign it wasn’t over between them.

“So if that’s your room,” he began as calmly as he could, “Why did Laura tell me to put my stuff down in there?”

“Time for you to ‘do the math’, doc,” Natasha quoted him teasingly. “Some folks around here are going to have to double up.”

Bruce drew in a sharp breath before he could stop himself. She seemed to revel in his predicament. “There’s only one bed,” he reminded her dully.

“Math again!” she laughed. “You’re getting good at this.”

“I’ll sleep on the floor,” Bruce muttered.

Her playful expression suddenly turned serious, and she took the two miniature steps to close the gap between them. “Don’t be ridiculous, Bruce,” she murmured. “We’re adults. It’s been a crazy day, and we need to rest. Besides, I can behave myself.”

Pained, Bruce shut his eyes for a moment. He could only stare so long at the perfect red bow of her mouth before he had to break the spell, for his own sanity. A hot adrenaline seemed to fire up in his veins, like a runner’s high, but with the effect of planting him firmly right there instead of forcing his feet to flee. The forbidden words exploded out of his brain, down to his throat, and out of his mouth before his logical faculties could stop them.

“The problem is, Natasha, I don’t want you to behave.”

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tinuvielbianca · 2 years

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Bruce: Hey Peter.

Peter: Hi Mr. Banner.

Bruce: Can I tell you something?

Peter: of course.

Bruce: You know real monsters don't live out of beds or in closets.

Peter: Why are you saying that.

Bruce: I saw footage of when you killed the green goblin.

Peter:..

Bruce: That wasn't you, Peter. That was his dark side, his irrational side.

Peter:...

Bruce: What I'm saying is, anger and pain can make you become a monster you don't want to be.

Peter: That won't happen again, sir.

Bruce: No guarantees that can't be fulfilled.

Bruce: I say this from my own experience. Just be... careful, boy.

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viviennes-tears · 6 months

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Just a little bite (Tom Hiddleston, Tom Holland and Paul Rudd drabble)

18+ blog: It is YOUR responsibility, as a reader, to think about the content that you consume at your own discretion.

A/N: I made this a tad flirtatious than the prompt, but hopefully everyone still likes it. Also thank you to Anonymous for this prompt and sorry there's not a lot of Paul. I hope that's alright.

Prompt request from Anonymous on Tumblr: Tom is coming back from Avengers press late. The cast has a whole hotel floor. Holland is going back to his own room with icein just his underwear. Tom admireres how plump Hollands ass has gotten pull down his underwear and starts biting it. Paul Rudd walks in and joins in. Just colleges having sexy fun thanx.

Summary: On Tom's way to his hotel room after an exhaustingly long press day he bumps into his fellow co-stars Scarlett Johansson and Mark Ruffalo on their way out for a few drinks. They invite him to go along, but he decides to decline, although his night takes a turn when he spots Tom Holland walking around in just his boxer shorts, and Paul Rudd ends up walking in on them.

Warnings: Biting and partial nudity

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Once inside the lift Tom pressed the button for the top floor of the hotel, which was paid out by the Marvel executives themselves, a big pay out for Tom and the entire cast of Avengers Infinity War. After Tom pressed the button he made his way towards the back of the lift, leaning back against it as the lift began to ascend towards his destination. His posture slouching against the cold metal, his slender fingers racking through his hair as he pushes it back, and an audible sigh escaped. The exhaustion began settling in already from the long press day.

When the lift stopped and the doors finally opened Tom pushed himself away from his sloughed position and exited the lift. Whilst heading down the corridor he spotted Scarlett and Mark all dressed up for the night.

"Hi, you two look nice." Tom says, as he approached Scarlett and Mark, kissing Scarlett's cheek and bro hugging Mark as he greeted them in turn.

"We're heading out with some of the others for drinks. Wanna come?" Scarlett asks excitedly.

"I will have to respectfully decline tonight. Rain check?" Tom says, hoping that they wouldn't mind if he sat this one out. After all there's plenty more stops left on the press tour for him to go out drinking with them.

"Well if you change your mind Hiddles drop me a message." Mark replied, as he squeezed Tom's shoulder.

Tom gave Mark a small smile before wishing them a good time, leaving them to wait for the others as he carried on his way. However as Tom turned the corner at the end of the corridor he spotted Holland. He instantly knew it to be the younger man even just from the back of his head. Although he was pleasantly surprised to see Holland was walking around in just his boxer shorts, Tom couldn't help but notice how plump Holland's ass was looking right now. Of course Tom was quick to recover, a sly smile formed on his lips, forgoing his previous exhausted state, because now he was a man on a mission. He wasted no more time and walked right up behind Holland.

"Hello." Tom greets Holland in a low sultry voice, causing an involuntary shiver down Holland's spine and the ice bucket in his hands to rattle. "Did I startle you?" He adds with an amused echo of laughter in his chest.

"Trust you to turn up." Holland laughs nervously, as he turns around to face the older man, almost bumping into his chest given how close Hiddleston is standing to him.

"I'm guessing you're not joining the others then?" Tom enquiries, as he subtly nods towards the ice bucket in Holland's hands.

"Nah, Paul and I actually already had plans to hang out with some beers and stuff." Holland replies with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

"Bettany or Rudd?" Tom asked then with one raised brow.

"Rudd." Hiddleston slowly nods his head along to Holland's reply.

"So...you're meeting in just your underwear?" Holland's cheeks slightly reddened at Tom's smirk.

"No!" Holland squealed a little, as Tom unexpectedly reached behind him and grabbed his ass. "No, I just almost forgot the ice and I remembered as I was changing." He adds, then let outs a breath he hadn't noticed he'd been holding, not until Hiddleston removed his hand from his ass.

"May I join you?" Tom asks, whilst trying to appear innocent after grabbing his ass.

"S-sure." Holland replies, secretly loving the fact Tom wanted to join himself and Paul.

Holland then turned back around and opened the door to his room which he left on the letch when he stepped out for the ice. Hiddleston followed him inside closely, so close in fact his hand was back on his ass again, making Holland smile to himself for a second. Once inside Tom closed the door behind them and then watched Holland bending forwards, his ass sticking up in the air momentarily, as Holland put the bucket of ice down onto the coffee table. Albeit seeing this only caused Tom to be tempted by the plump roundness, almost like a delectable peach for him to eat.

Tom proceeded to walk up behind Holland again after he stood up straight, his hand reaching for his ass again, and then giving it another squeeze. Holland seemed to freeze in place. Hiddleston then found himself overcome with the excitement of the moment and pulled Holland's boxers down just enough for him to see his ass in all its glory. Another sly smile formed on Tom's lips as he got down onto his knees behind the younger man, grabbing hold of his hips, then allowed his lips to ghost against the curve of Holland's ass.

"What...what are you doing?" Holland asks, swallowing thickly out of nervousness.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Tom teases, before softly kissing the curve of Holland's ass, and causing the younger man to clench a little. "Relax Tom...just a little bite, that's all." He whispers, the younger man relaxing a little before his teeth sink into the soft flesh of his ass.

A soft little moan escaped Holland's lips, fuelling Tom to continue biting him further, he even felt Tom's hands tighten on his hips. However after a few bites in the door of his hotel room opened with a barely audible soft click behind them. Both Tom's end up turning their heads around, Hiddleston still kneeling down behind Holland, both a little embarrassed being caught by Paul whilst in this position.

"I can't believe you guys started without me!" Paul laughs, closing the door behind him, before he dashes over towards them. Both Tom's could only sigh with relief.

Although it doesn't take long for Paul to kneel down next to Tom, giving him a cheeky wink, then they both took it in turns bitting Holland's ass. More moans left Holland's lips as the two older men bit his ass and his eyes fluttered closed. It was delightfully good and yet also a little naughty.

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Hey, I have a prompt request. Can you write romantic Prompt #16 and #17 with Taron Egerton partnered with a female actress?

A/N: Sorry for the wait. Enjoy, tulip!

Truth or Dare

Warning: friends to lovers, alchol, drunk shenanigans, idiots in love, it get's spicy at the end

Pairing: Taron Egerton x fem!reader

16. A: Truth or dare? B: truth A: do you want to kiss me? B: dare! A: I dare you to kiss me. B: never have I ever- A: ThaT’s NoT ThE game 17. *blushing* Shut up! I hate you.

Game nights at Taron house were always a blast. Most of the time you were a group of friends. Today it was only him and you. You ate snacks and junk food till your stomachs hurt. Alcohol was involved too.

You were lying on the carped under the coffee table, laughing your ass off. “And I was like, Rich we aren’t spicy enough. Let’s do French. And he shrugged and rolled with it. I miss Rich. Wondering what he is doing?” You laughed harder and only could wheeze out your answer. The only think Taron understood was filming, Marvel and Eternals.

He looked down at you and raised a brow, “I thought you weren’t allowed to talk about projects?”

You sat up and pointed at him drunkenly, “Well first, I only stated what was already known. And second, I am not like Tom Holland and Mark Ruffalo. I can keep my spoilers for me. I am good at keeping secrets, good sir. How dare you accuse me of such felony.”

You really tried to stay stern but the alcohol in your system made it hard to focus. You started to giggle which made Taron giggle. It ended with you clutching your stomach and Taron falling down onto you from the couch. After the short shock you started to hysterically giggle.

Taron was taking deep breaths, trying to regain his breath. “Okay. I have an idea.” You were intrigued and cocked your head to the side. “Truth or dare!” As a sober person you would have groaned. You weren’t sober, “I wanna start!” Taron nodded, “Okay. Truth or Dare?” You pondered for a bit. Your drunken mind slowly made the decision you will regret in the morning, “Dare.” Taron smirked, “Call someone and tell them you miss them.” Immediately you fished out your phone and dialled the number of your victim.

Your phone was on speakers and Taron could hear a tired rasped of an annoyed ‘Yes?’. You smiled giddily, “Joey? I miss you soooooooo much!” A tired groan could be heard from the other end, “You know how late it is, do you? You menace.” You pouted, “’m sorry Joe. I just miss you. And I am drunk. Time and space are wibbly wobbly, timy wimy stuff.” Joe groaned again, “I’m gonna call Ben to kill you the next time he sees you. He loves me more than you, anyway.” You pouted more, “You are mean Joseph Mazzello. I’m gonna tell Roger.” Joe snorted, “Tell him I said hi. And now go to sleep and call me when you are sober. Better, let’s facetime. So I can see your ugly face.” You smiled brightly, fully ignoring your friend’s insult, “Bye, Joey. Have sweet dreams of dinosaurs.” He groaned and grumbled good night. “Well now what are you gonna choose, T?” He shrugged, “Dare.”

It went back and forth. Taron at to chuck the last bit of vodka that was in the bottle. You had to do a body shot of tequila off of Taron’s body. Taron told you his favourite memory of you two, you had to tell him what you liked in bed. After a few rounds it was your turn. Taron lulled out the obvious question, “Truth or dare?” You gulped down the last of your beer and turned to your best friend, “Truth”

Taron had a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Do you want to kiss me?” You squinted at him, “Dare.” His smirk widened, “I dare you to kiss me!”

Heat rushed into your cheeks. You wanted to change the subject. Your brain on the other hand was a little muddled and slow, “Never have I ever-“ Taron huffed loudly. Annoyed that you would change the game completely, “That’s not the game!”

Before you could react you felt warm, soft lips on yours. Your brain was too far gone to spring into action so your muscle memory sprang into action. With favour, maybe even drunken favour you kissed him back.

The longer you kissed the more heated it got. The only thing you could remember was that Taron stubbed his toe at his coffee table and you crashed into the wall next to the bedroom door. After you landed in bed, everything blurred.

Next morning you woke up with the feeling of being watched. You closed your eyes again and snuggled further into the warm pillow. The warm pillow vibrated. Your eyes shot open and you sat up straight. Taron looked at you with a raised eyebrow, “You know, you are cute in your sleep. Did you know that you make cute noises in your sleep? And I thought the noises you made last night were my favourite.” Your neck and face grew hotter by the minute, “Shut up!” You turned away from him and pull the blanket over your head.

You felt hands snake around your torso, “So does this mean you like me?” You groaned out of embarrassment and because you were a little hungover. “I hate you.” Taron chuckled. “Well, there is my answer. Want some pancakes?” He smirked as he heard you grumble a small ‘yes’.

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can I get a poe dameron fic please!! I have an idea where the reader works in intelligence on the resistance base and works on comms. poe gets trapped somewhere, and she talks to him to find his way out and saves him. THEN there’s a victory celebration at the resistance base, and poe asks to dance with her, the girl he’s had a crush on from a distance, and then he recognizes her voice and realizes she’s the one who saved his life

A/N: hope you like this. I missed writing for our hot shot pilot.

Lifeline

Pairing: Poe Dameron x fem!reader Warning: angst, fluff

Slow days were a mystery in the resistance. No one had experienced such a day in forever. But today was everyone’s lucky day, or so they thought.

The alarm went off and everyone sprang into action. The pilots made their last repairs before shoving their tool in their toolboxes and kicking them away. The helm and communication center opened the coded channels for every squadron to communicate and receive orders.

Everyone in communication got a team assigned to them. Yours was the black squadron with their infamous leader, Poe Dameron. Or like your friends liked to call him, your walking daydream. But there was no time for daydreaming. You had to focus all of your attention so Dameron and his crew came home safely.

There was a slight crackle at the and of your com till the deep, soothing voice of no other than the Black Leader himself. “Com station this is Black Leader we are ready to jump.” You smiled as you heard his excitement through his voice. “This is com station. Black squadron is clear to make the jump.” Poe thanked you before pushing the last buttons.

It was more or less radio silent between you and the pilots. Till Poe requested a private channel. You opened it with furrowed brows, “Everything okay, Black Leader?” Poe huffed, “No, there are too many fighters. We are ready to retreat. More like my squadron is. I have a target on my back.” Instantly you began to type in his location and searched for possible routes to escape. “Tell your team to retreat and come back to base. I send you coordinates to your next jump. Follow my plan and your ship will be the only thing with scratches on it.” Poe huffed out a laugh. “You are the best. I hope I can thank you later in person.” Heat rushed to your face and you smiled shyly, “Get home safely. Then you can thank me.” Poe followed every step of the plan and as you said, he came home without a scratch. Not even his ship had any tents. His team ran over as he stepped down the latter. He was embraced in a tight hug.

There was a celebration afterwards. Everyone drank and danced. Laughter was heard through the whole base. With a drink in his hand and his droid by his side he searched for the voice of hope during his hopeless mission. Finn ran after him and stopped him as he waded through the mass of dancing people, “Hey, why that determined face.” BB-8 ratted out his friend. Finn smirked and shook his head in understanding. Poe only rolled his eyes at both his friends. “So you are searching for your lifeline?” Poe’s cheeks turned a hue of pink. “But you don’t know how they look. Just how they sound.” Poe shrugged, “I know. It was a bad idea.”

The pilot turned and looked at the people around the makeshift dancefloor. He found you in your group of friends laughing and drinking. Out of no where Rey stood next to him and Finn, “Talk to her. She is really nice.” Poe tsked and wanted to walk away. “Just go to her and ask her to dance with you. Finn and I can’t stand you looking at her and imagining the rest of your life with her. And don’t get me started on the bet between your squadron.” Poe huffed and rolled his eyes before he stomped away from his friends. Rey held up her hand and Finn high fived her.

You laughed hard as on of your friends told you about her day down at the med bay. Your stomach hurt from how hard you were laughing. You felt a tap on your shoulder. You whirled around and came face to face with your crush. You heard your friends whistle lowly before they slowly walked away from the two of you. Poe scratched his neck. His posture told you he was extremely nervous. He cleared his throat, “Hey, I wanted to ask. Do you like- no. Do you wanna dance with me?” He held out his shaking hand. You nodded and took it. Poe let out a breath.

He led you to the middle of the dance floor. During the time where he asked you to dance the pace of the music changed. It became slow and romantic. Poe pulled your body to his. “I hope that’s o-okay?” You smiled before nodding. You hummed softly to the music. Poe heart speed up as he heard the soft tunes escaping your perfect lips. “Do you have any plans tomorrow? After your shift. Wherever you may be working.” You grinned as he nervously rambled. “No, nothing. I work in the communication center. Directing squadrons. Today-“ “You!” You were interrupted by him. “You were the one who saved me today! I was looking for you. Thank the maker I found you.”

Before you could say anything back you felt soft lips on yours. Your eyes went wide and your brain stopped working. Poe felt your lack of movement and stopped. “I-I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncom-“ This time it was your turn to shut him up.

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194 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 16. Juni 2022

Cutting Edge

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x gn!reader Warning: injury (a small cut), mention of blood, banter, fluff, slight sassy Bucky

You padded into the living room of your house where bucky was currently sitting on the couch. He was watching some nature documentary. “Hey Buck, could you sharpen my florist knife and my garden shears for me? I know you usually don't –“ Bucky looked up and smiled at you. He reached for your gardening tools, “Yeah, give them to me, doll.” You smiled gratefully at him. As you gave him the tools you leant further down and kissed his shadowed cheek. “Thank you, bear.”

Only half an hour later you were working in your garden again. You weeded, cut, and pruned around your flower beds. You were picking some flowers for the vase on the dinner table when you graced your thumb with the sharp edge of your garden knife. The digit bled a little. Before the wound could get infected you walked inside to the bathroom to get the wound cleaned and proper bandaged.

Bucky walked by and saw the blood splotches in the sink and got concerned. He walked up behind you and saw you cleaning a rather large cut on your thumb. He reached for your wrist and held it in his large hand, “What's up with your thumb?”

You looked over your shoulder and smiled softly, ”Complement to your sharpening skills, they are cutting edge.” Bucky stared at you with a deadpan expression, “You are proud of that pun?” He wasn’t really amused by your giddiness but that didn’t stop you. “Yeah.”

You nodded excitedly at him. Your boyfriend rolled his eyes. “So anyway. The knife is so sharp that I only had to grace the sharp edge over my skin to cut it. Oh, and it cuts through the stems like they are made out of melting butter.” You put your not injured thumb, the pointer, and the middle finger together and did the chefs kiss expression. Bucky only rolled his eyes and kissed your temple, “Glad to hear it. Please be more careful, you moron.” You smiled at his retrieving form, “Well, but I am your moron.” You cut hear Bucky sight and yell back, “Sadly.”

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222 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 10. April 2022

Caged

Pairing: Robb Stark x fem!reader Warning: period typical misogyny, angst, fluff, talk of death of child

You were shielded away all your life. Always kept behind the wall of the Red Keep. As a child you ran around the gardens exploring it. You could remember you were never bored. But now you grew up. You nearly read all the books available to you. You knew every corner of the palace and garden. Often you tried to escape from the walls of the castle but were stopped by your uncle or Sir Clegane. The later gave you the creeps.

When the news came that you would travel to the North you were ecstatic. Your mother scolded you to calm down. But you couldn’t. Your excitement was crushed when your mother told you that your dear lord father was to marry you to the highest bidder. With this in mind your mood changed drastically. Your cheery mood became sombre.

The day you dreaded the most came and you travelled up into the North. You sat in the carriage with your mother and younger siblings. Joffrey was a prick as always. He tormented you calling you all sort of names. Your mother ignored you both, too focused on her wine.

Often you would ask your uncle Jamie if you could ride on the horse with him. He only smiled and told you it’s not suited for a lady. You nodded and slumped back into your seat.

At the same time Robb trained with his friend Theon and half-brother Jon in the courtyard. He was especially aggressive which wasn’t unnoticed by his companions. As Robb landed yet another hard blow to Jon’s sword the black-haired boy stumbled back. He threw up his arms, still holding his sword, “What is wrong with you today?” The young wolf huffed, a dark look on his face, “Father told me something he kept from me my whole life. Something I should have had the knowledge about. Not only is the king coming what you all know. But also his family. More important, my betrothed. The princess Y/N.”

Both males began to smirk. Theon came over to his friend and clapped him on the shoulder, “Well no more visits to the brothel, my friend. You are as good as a married man.”

Jon shook his head, “So you are to marry the oldest daughter of the king while Sansa is to become the Queen of Westeros?” Robb nodded. Jon took his brothers sword and shook him out of his thoughts, “Let’s get cleaned up, or lady Caitlyn will have our heads.” Robb grinned at the imagine of his mother scolding them as if they were children.

The next morning the whole court of Winterfell was in uproar. The King and his family where sighted not far from here. Maids were running around. The stable boys cleaned the stables a third time. Robb walked into the Great Hall and was greeted by his mother ordering people around. He stepped next to her and kissed her cheek, “Good morning, mother. I see you are doing the last preparations for tonight’s feast.” Caitlyn sighted, “Everything has to be perfect. We don’t want to make a bad expression. Specifically for your bride. She has to know she is welcomed hear in this court.”

The young wolf nodded. “Mother, why does no one know about her and why did father only tell me today about our betrothal?” His mother looked at him with loving eyes, “She was kept hidden for the reason that she wouldn’t become a pawn in a cruel play. It was always intended that if House Stark and House Baratheon had male and female offspring around the same age they were to be married. After the crown prince, your betrothed twin, died tragically the king decided to keep her a secret. Telling everyone she died with her brother. She would have been a target for a lot of houses if she was the oldest daughter and the only heir. Thank the gods for prince Joffrey. Now change into your festive garb and tell your father’s bastard to stay away.” Robb nodded before leaving to do as he was asked.

The carriage came to a stop. You sighted and looked out. People were standing there waiting for you to exit your carriage. As the door opened you wanted to stand up before being pushed back by the little brat of your brother. “Future king before anyone else.” You only rolled your eyes.

All eyes were on you as you entered the yard. Whispers could be heard. You felt uncomfortable as every gaze was on you. Your fathers boisterous laugh brought you out of your paranoia. He waved you over, “And this is my beautiful daughter, Y/N. She is my most prized possession.” You looked at lord Stark and smiled shyly before fixing your gaze downwards to your feet. Your father went on to inspect Winterfell with lord Stark.

A woman in your mothers age stepped forward and bowed before you, “My name is lady Caitlyn Stark. And these are my children.” She introduced them to you one by one before pointing to a man with auburn locks. He had a soft smile on his lips and kind blue eyes, “And this is my eldest, Robb. Your betrothed.” Your eyes went back to the ground. Your cheeks became warm. There was an unusual feeling in the pit of your stomach.

After your father declared that he wanted to feast, lord Stark moved you and your family to his great hall were the feast was prepared. You were seated next to Robb. No conversation flew between the pair of you. But no one really cared.

Robb had enough of the silence. He wanted to know you before he married you. “What do you do over the day, my lady?” Your shocked eyes met his curious once. You could get lost in those you thought. You snapped out of your trance and told him about yourself. He smiled at you and laughed when you told something funny. “Now I have spoken a lot about myself, what my septa would chide me for. For it’s not proper.” Robb smiled warmly down at you, “I do not share this few with her. I want to know the person I will be married by tomorrow. I asked you to do so. Do not hold yourself back.”

He then told you about himself and what he would do in his free time. You felt the freedom from his stories. Your eyes lost their shine, stopping Robb from talking. “Everything alight?” You smiled sadly, “Maybe I am finally free after I married you, lord. But you have to show me what freedom is, for I have forgotten all about it.” Robb smiled sadly at you. He took your hand in his big one and softly kissed the back of it. “I will help you with your path. Your burden is now my burden too. My freedom shall be your freedom.”

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244 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 25. Mai 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

You choose him

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x gn!reader Warning: swearing, Nancy being a hypocrite, Billy not being his usual asshole-y self, fluff Summary: Nancy doubts the relationship between you and Billy

Nancy looked at you before looking back over the lunch tables of the mess hall and then right back to you. You watched her while eating your lunch. After the fifth time of her sweeping over you and then your boyfriend she sighted, looking disappointed. “What is it, Nance? Spit it out.” Her judging eyes fell onto you. You huffed in annoyance.

She pointed at the table a few meters away where Billy sat with his flies as he called the people around him. “You choose him?” You looked at him before back to your best friend, “Yeah…So?” She huffed out a laugh and shook her shoulders. “You saw the pompous asshole-y one and thought, Ah yes. Perfect! I thought you had standards?”

You rolled your eyes at her before resuming to finish your lunch. “Look I am not proud of it, okay? But he is different with me than in school. I think he is slowly changing.” Nancy gave you a look of disbelieve. You sighted deeply, throwing up your hands and letting them fall on top of your thighs. “You might not see it but I do. And Nance, you are a hypocrite. Before Steve knew what an absolute ass he was, you were dating him.” Your best friend looked down at the table. “If you don’t mind. I would like to finish lunch and after study for the chemist test I have tomorrow. And god knows I need to study.”

After lunch you made your way into the empty science lap where Billy was waiting for you. He looked up from the book as he saw you enter through the door. His usual smirk was replaced with a warm smile he didn’t show of to much. You waved at him shyly before walking over to him. He put his backpack down from the stool so you could sit next to him.

As you unloaded your bag for the study session Billy watched you with his memorizing eyes and a soft smile. “How was your day after math?” You sighted deeply. “Uneventful till lunch. Nancy ripped me a new one for dating you. I told her she dated Steve in his prime asshole time.” Billy smirked, “That’s my girl!” You let your head fall onto your shoulder to look at your boyfriend disapprovingly, “I don’t want to fight with her over such things. I want her to see the Billy that his hidden behind the macho façade. Why are you still hanging out with the flies? You don’t even like them.”

Billy sighted before he nodded. “I don’t know, sweets. Maybe it’s my insecurity or still my, how did you call it? Idiot-alpha-male-brain? That wants to belong to someone and not be lonely.” You touched his cheek and caressed his cheekbone with your thump, “You are not alone. Just throw away your alter ego and let me introduce you to my friends. You will see, they are more fun. Especially Robin.”

He huffed out a laugh before pointing at his chemistry book. “We need to study. I saw you try and fail to write a redox-reaction and it was painful to watch.” You looked at him unimpressed, “Yeah, I saw your biology notes. Thank god I didn’t have a lighter on me.” Billy kissed your temple quickly, “Well thank the stars I have your notes to study for tomorrow. Chemistry first and then you tell me how plants do photosynthesis?” You nodded before diving in into chemical elements and their reactions.

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chaoticschiz · 2 years

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I NEED SOMEONE TO TALK ABOUT THIS IDEA. today i watched a wonderful movie called "Zodiac". robert downey jr. and also mark ruffalo play there, and this prompted me to the marvel au of the film. i would really like someone to write a fanfiction in which the events of this film are slightly changed. and that the main ship was stony. steve rogers as the protagonist of the movie robert graysmit!!!

I JUST CANTTTT. sorry for the mistakes in this post, my english is a little bad, but if someone writes such a work, it will be easier for me to translate it into my native language!!!!!! i can also suggest some ideas and how I see some of the events of this film in this au

#stony au #steve x tony #steve rogers #tony stark #marvel #the avengers

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serendipityrogers · 3 years

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do you mind? || b. banner

summary: late nights in the lab with bruce

word count: 1095 (short & sweet)

pairing: bruce banner x female!reader

warning: none! just a little kissing

an: i saw a tiktok that inspired me and this is what i came up with :) sorry it’s short, something to hold you guys over.

@belouva tagging you because you replied to my post about writing for bruce <3

You were sick of crying.

The only sound that could be heard on your level of the Avengers Compound, was the occasional thunder rumble and your sniffling. You could feel the tears staining your cheeks, dripping onto the fabric of your pillow. Without even seeing it, you could tell your eyes were puffy, red, and irritated. You felt like you had been crying for a week straight, but it was realistically only a few hours.

Steve had knocked on your door a couple hours ago, asking if you wanted anything for dinner. You were able to create a facade for a few moments, but he wasn’t stupid, and he had ears so, he knew. And when you rejected, he set a bowl of warm soup outside your door anyway. After taking a few bites, you discarded it on your desk. You were just in a funk, unable to place what was making you so sad. It felt like a multitude of things, so you couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, which became overwhelming, so here you were.

Crying into your pillow, at midnight, desperately trying to find something that would distract you. And almost like the universe was listening, a familiar name popped up on your phone, it was Bruce. You smiled at the small green heart you put next to his name. It was a simple text, but instantly lifted your spirits. “Need some company in my lab. Do you mind joining me?” Your body ached for sleep, but you could never turn down an offer from Bruce.

Wrapping your weak frame in a jacket, you began your trek down to the laboratories on the ground floor. The floors creaked, rain pounded against the large widows, and the walls shook from the thunder. The socks on your feet allowed any of your footsteps to be silenced, as you scooted past your other housemate’s rooms. The elevator's dinging sounded louder this deep into the night. When the walls turned from a deep grey to a blinding white, you knew you had reached your final destination.

“Hello?” You asked, peeking your head into the only lab with the lights still flicked on. “Oh, hey, you got my message.” Bruce glanced up at you, over his glasses, which sat comically low on the bridge of his nose. “I did.” You nodded, walking further into the room. “How did you know I was awake?” You asked, taking a seat in one of the stools. “Just a hunch.” He shrugged, looking back at the screen in front of him. And you proceeded to just watch him.

The button-up shirt you noticed him wearing earlier this morning, was undone about three buttons down. A five o’clock shadow decorated his tired features. His hair was more disheveled than normal, pushed mostly to his left. “Do you ever sleep?” You asked, breaking the silence. You propped your head up on your knees, which were pulled against your chest. “I’ve learned to function pretty with a small amount of it.” He confessed. “Everyone needs sleep.” You chuckled, noticing the growing bags under his eyes.

Whatever he was looking at on the screen disappeared, and popped up in the air closer towards the middle of the room. “I do all the bare necessities. I sleep, I eat, and I breathe.” He insisted, following the floating pictures. Bruce was a mystery man. He never talked much, only to Tony really. He kept to himself and only talked when spoken too. “Why did you ask me to come down here?” You asked, standing now, leaning against the cold lab table. “I was sick of being down here by myself, plus, I assume this would be better than crying up in your room, alone.”

You hadn’t been hiding your crying very well, you admit, but you hadn’t even considered that Bruce may have noticed. He didn’t seem like the observational type, but you had been wrong before. “Much better than crying alone in my room.” You muttered, walking to stand beside Bruce, trying to take in what he was looking at. When he noticed your look of confusion, he began to do what he did best, and began explaining. “I’m looking for a way to create an even better Super Soldier Serum…” He began, pulling the thin frames off his nose, and using them as his pointer.

“I’m going through the periodic table, seeing how the different elements affect vital organs, see which ones are usable and which ones are not.” A diagram of a human body filled your vision, and you watched as different areas began to blink red. “Right now, I’m looking at Selenium.” The arms of his glasses pointed towards the body, pointing towards the liver, kidneys, and heart. “So, what this shows me is that when the human body has too much Selenium, it can affect these vital organs…”

Another silence fell over the room. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” He asked, and this caught you off guard. It was just so weird to hear Bruce be so personable, not that you didn’t like it, you loved it in fact. You stared at him, the edges of your lips turning upwards into a smile. Bruce’s face couldn’t help but do the same. And you weren’t sure if it was the lack of sleep or from your brain being fuzzy from crying, but you spoke before thinking.

“You could distract me.” Tension filled the room almost immediately. You finally noticed your closeness, you had turned to face him, and his arms were crossed over his chest, leaving little to no room between your bodies. His face seemed to turn a very soft shade of red, when your eyes flickered down to his lips. He hesitated for a moment, but other than that, he didn’t give it a second thought.

His lips were soft, especially compared to your chapped ones. God damn crying. Your hands landed on either side of face, desperate to pull his lips closer to yours. The stubble on his face was rough against your palms. Slowly, his hands snaked down to your hips, the calluses on his thumbs contrasted against the smooth skin exposed by the gap between your t-shirt and sleep shorts.

Reluctantly you pulled away. His forehead rested against yours, both of you using the moment to catch your breaths. When you met his gaze, all you could do was giggle a bit. “Please tell me you didn’t do that cause you were tired.” He chuckled, one of his calloused hands fluttering across the small of your back.

“As long as you tell me you didn’t just do that because you were sad.”

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lovers-in-japan-reign-of-love · 4 years

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Could you do a avengers cast x reader where the reader is pregnant and decides to get an abortion and goes to mark and chris because she knows their views and gets support

Notes: I’d like to thank @rororo06 for the suggestion!! I hope you enjoy it.

I don’t own the gifs/pictures used.

Warnings: Abortion, probably some spelling errors, some graphic explanation of abortion procedure, probably poorly written

Word Count: 1,158

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You’re holding a pregnancy test, your hand shaking and your eyes watering as you see those two little lines — those two damn lines practically shouting “you’re pregnant”.

You put the test down and let out a trembling breath. You weren’t feeling happy or excited or anything like that, instead you’re full of dread. Overwhelming dread. You want to scream, to cry, but you don’t — you can’t. Instead you’re staring blankly at the bathroom wall, trying to figure out how this happened. No, you know how this happened. But you’re on birth control and he had a condom on, how could you be pregnant? Condoms and birth control aren’t always 100% effective though, so maybe that’s it. But...

But nothing. The protection used didn’t work, and now you’re pregnant, leaving you to face the big question: do you want to be a mother?

That’s something you’ll really need to think on.

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It took about a week of debating with yourself before you called your two closest friends in hopes of getting some advice. You knew that what you’re feeling is coming from not being ready to have a child, of not wanting to be a single mother while juggling a career where you’re constantly on the move. Maybe one day you’ll decide to settle down and have a couple of kids; or maybe you’ll settle down and not have any kids at all. Maybe motherhood isn’t in your cards, or maybe it is and it’s just buried somewhere, waiting to be discovered at a later time.

So your indecisiveness led you to sitting in a café, waiting for your friends to arrive. You’ve been sitting at your table for the last fifteen minutes, staring blankly at a lukewarm cup of decaf coffee, wishing they’d just hurry up. When you hear a bell ding, a sound indicating someone has entered the café, you look up, and you see them. Chris (Evans) and Mark. You’ve worked with the two of them for years, and the friendship between the three of you is unbreakable. When they see you, they walk over with smiles on their faces and greetings already escaping their mouths.

“How’ve you been?” Chris asked, his blue eyes glittering with emotion — one you couldn’t really identify. “You sounded a bit upset on the phone.”

“I know,” you stammer, wringing your hands anxiously. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Mark states. “What did you need to tell us?”

“I’m pregnant.” You keep your voice low, hoping no one heard your admittance. You wanted to keep it as lowkey as possible, for your own sanity and well-being. But as you looked at the two men in front of you, you could see the emotions playing out on their faces; shock, understanding, elation and excitement. You see the smile come across Mark’s face and the childish excitement light up in Chris’ eyes. You can’t help but feel a little guilt for not feeling the same way.

“Congratulations,” Mark says, “I’m really happy for you.”

“Yeah, this is awesome.” Chris gives you the warmest smile you’ve ever seen, and you have to look away. Your emotions were starting to bubble over. That’s when the realization starts to kick in, and Chris and Mark are seeing just how unhappy you are.

“This isn’t what you want, is it?” Mark asks. His voice is low, careful, and understanding.

You shake your head. You still won’t meet their gaze. “I found out about a week ago,” you start, “and I’ve given myself some time to think. I’m not ready, I... I don’t want to be a mom. Not now. Maybe not ever, just...” You shrug. “Maybe some day, just not now.” You swallow thickly, looking at them for a split second. “Is that wrong?” you ask. “To feel like this?”

“No,” Chris says, shaking his head, “it’s perfectly fine to feel that way. It’s your decision, and it’s your body, go with whatever feels right.”

“Chris is right,” Mark adds. “You know how you’re feeling better than anyone in this room. If this isn’t what you want right now — or ever — then that’s okay. You’ve got our support.”

Chris nods in agreement.

You give a small nod, relief and understanding filling you. Having someone to talk to, to give their thoughts and understanding, helped clear your mind a little. It helped give you an idea of what you want.

“So... if I wanted to have an abortion, that’s okay?” you press.

“You don’t need our permission,” Chris states. “The decision is yours to make, we can give you support, but only if you want it.”

“You’re our best friend, Y/N,” Mark says. “We’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”

Letting out a soft sigh, you nod.

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It took some time to get an appointment set up, but you eventually worked up the courage to schedule an abortion. The talk with Chris and Mark helped, it gave you the answer you needed and helped you come to terms with your decision. And as you sit in the room of the clinic, you know you’ve made the right choice.

“Do you know how far along you are?” A nurse looked at you, a clipboard and pen in her hands.

“About eight weeks,” you answer.

“Can you explain to me the circumstances around this pregnancy?”

“Um... it was a one-night stand,” you stammer. “I was on the pill and he was using a condom. I think the condom broke or... something.”

The nurse nods as she jots down what you said. “Okay,” she says. “I’m going to explain the procedure to you, and then we’ll go over some paperwork and you will come back Saturday morning.”

You nod.

“When you return on Saturday,” she continues, “we will take your blood pressure and administer a very mild sedative. Okay? It will help relax you. The doctor will come in and insert a very small tube into your uterus. It is connected to a suction device. That suction device will dislodge and remove the uterine content...”

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By the time Saturday rolled around, you were an anxious mess. You did everything you could to stay calm, but your body was working against you. Tears were in your eyes, your jaw was set and your hands were clenched at your sides. You couldn’t bring yourself to touch your stomach.

When you came to the clinic, after being called back, your blood pressure was taken, and after a few minutes the doctor came in. The two of you went over the procedure again, before the nurse and doctor left so you could get ready. Once you were ready, the doctor and nurse came back in and you laid back on the bed. The sedative was administered and you let out a shaky breath.

“You’re going to feel a little pressure,” the nurse murmurs, placing a hand on your shoulder.

Nodding, you take a deep breath before letting it out.

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dianacandmm · 7 months

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#brutasha #bruce banner #black widow #marvel #mcu fanfiction #natasha romanov #bruce x natasha #hulk #viuda negra #mcu #bruce banner x natasha romanoff #mark ruffalo #scarlett Johansson #brucenat

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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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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