#Bruce banner x poc!reader

[solitaryearthperson]

A Misunderstanding

Summary: Bruce thinks the reader fears him when it's quite the opposite.

(The reader is gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably a person of color.)

"Where's (Y/N)," Bruce asked, his eyes not lifting up from the beaker in front of him as he continued to pour more chemicals in.

"They're getting us coffee. Be here any minute," Tony replied, sitting in a seat not far away from Bruce's table, but still on his side of the lab, casually picking up a vial to play with.

"They're our assistant, not servant," Bruce told him, lifting his gaze and instantly furrowing his brow at seeing the vial in Tony's hands. "Put that back, please."

"I'll put it back, when I have my coffee," Tony told him, to which Bruce rolled his eyes, expecting Tony to be his usual difficult self, even when it's early in the morning.

The sound of the lab doors opening made both geniuses turn to see you entering, holding in both hands, cups of coffee, each one specifically made for them both. "Brought the coffee you wanted."

As Tony quickly grabbed his coffee, offering a quick 'thank you' before putting the vial back in its place, Bruce watched you carefully. He had a suspicion about you from the moment you began working in the lab with them and he wanted to confirm it to Tony.

"Hey (Y/N)," he said, watching your face and examining your body language closely. The second your name came out of his mouth, your body slightly jumped. He darted his eyes over to Tony to see if he was watching, and was quickly satisfied to find that he was.

"Could you just sit mine down, please?" He pointed to a far spot on the table.

He noticed the big gulp you made before nodding your head and making your way to his table and sitting down the coffee cup.

He pretended to pay close attention to the beaker, but really he slightly moved his eyes to your hand as you sat the coffee down and noticed the third sign that his suspicions about you were correct. Even though you tried to hide it, he could clearly see your hand slightly trembling. The fourth sign was revealed to him at the same time as he noticed that the hair on your arm was raised, as if in alarm. Every single time, he thought.

"Hey (Y/N), could you go upstairs, and tell Cap to come down here," Tony asked you, opening a drawer in his desk. "I wanna test something on his shield."

"Sure thing, Mr. Stark," You said, before leaving to do as directed, and Bruce couldn't help but notice the way you left was very quickly, almost as if you were hurrying out to get away from him.

When the sound of the lab doors closing behind you was heard that's when Bruce decided to speak up.

"You saw it, right," He asked Tony.

"Saw what?"

"Literally everything they just did," Bruce said, taking off his glasses and placing them on the table before walking over to Tony's side of the lab, and leaned against his desk. "The jumping, trembling, and even the way they hurried out of here just now."

"What does any of that mean, exactly?"

Sighing, Bruce rubbed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, already knowing this might be difficult to speak with him about. "They're scare of me."

Tony tried to prevent the grin that wanted to appear and kept his face neutral as he responded, "Scared of you?"

"Yes. I know it."

"And why would they be so scared of you? You haven't hulked out in a while. They've only seen you in your nerdy, scientist attire, not as a green monster. There's no reason to be scared."

"We know why they're scared. Doesn't matter if I've hulked out or not. I'm still dangerous."

Taking a sip of his coffee, Tony sighed knowing that Bruce still wasn't sure of himself being on the team or being in such close proximity to any of them. "Banner, I'm gonna be as honest as I can with you," he said, stepping towards him, and putting a hand on his friend's shoulder. "You are literally the softest person ever."

"Tony," Bruce tried to interrupt him.

"You're basically a teddy bear with glasses. Nothing about you besides Hulk is dangerous, okay?"

Shaking his head, Bruce tried to ignore the growing frustration he was feeling. He didn't know why it bothered him so bad, but it did. Well, that was technically a lie. He knew why it bothered him, but he hoped that working with them for so long could have remedied that. He knows that he should be used to this by now, but knowing that you, of all people, was scared of him made him feel so much worse than any other person would. "I know what fear looks like, Tony, and it looked like they were scared."

"Please talk to them about it, before jumping to conclusions about this. Can you do that?" Tony had seen all the signs that Bruce had seen for a while and had come to understand what they really were, and hoped that Bruce would soon figure it out.

"Fine. I'll talk to them about it."

~LATER THAT NIGHT~

It was close to 1 in the morning, when Bruce looked away from the computer screen at the sound of the lab door opening, and when he turned to see who had entered, he found himself instantly become nervous seeing that it was you.

"Dr. Banner," You greeted him, smiling politely at him.

"(Y/N)," he greeted back. "What brings you here?"

"Mr. Stark told me to come down and check on you. Plus, he said that you wanted to talk to me about something important."

Of course, he did, Bruce thought, moving away from the computer and sitting down next to one of the lab tables. He couldn't help but notice you seemed to be staying far away from his side of the lab.

"Yeah, I did, (Y/N). It's important."

"Okay. What is it?"

"You do know that if you have any fears, any worries about working here, you can voice them, right?"

"Yeah, of course I do," you told him, nodding your head.

"So do you want to talk about you being scared of me?"

"What-What are you talking about?" You stammered, closing some of the distance between you two.

"(Y/N)," Bruce sighed, closing his eyes for a second before opening them again to look at you. "Ever since you've started here, you've been jumpy around me and keeping your distance from me. You always hesitate to come up to me, like you're scared I'm gonna hurt you."

A look of recognition and embarrassment came over your face and you opened your mouth to explain yourself to him, but before you could say anything, Bruce spoke again.

"I understand why you'd be feeling this way, but-"

"Dr. Banner, I'm so sorry. This is a big misunderstanding -"

"I promise you're not in any danger with me," he continued.

"I'm not scared of you, Dr. Banner-"

"I have control over the big guy. There won't be any incidents of him coming out-"

"Dr. Banner, I like you," you blurted out loudly, interrupting him in the middle of his sentence.

"What," he asked, a look of surprise and confusion upon his face.

Seeing how shocked he looked, you felt heat come to your face and quickly darted your eyes away from him. You never wanted to tell him like this, but to be really honest, you never wanted to tell him period.

"You-You like... me," he asked, shock and confusion still present on his face. "Why were you being so jumpy and-and weird around me then?"

"I didn't know I was being weird," you confessed, walking around the lab table and pulling a nearby chair to sit down next to him, ignoring the burning in your cheeks and your fast heartbeat. "I didn't know how to act around you, and not show my crush, so I thought I could keep my distance. Thought it would better hide it."

"Oh" was all he said, his face suddenly not revealing what he was feeling anymore.

"Um, if you don't want me to work here in the lab with you now, then I completely understand," you said to him, mistaking his silence as a silent rejection.

"Why would I want that?" He asked, confused. Now that you confessed how you felt about him, he thought that now is a great time to confess his feelings as well. "I like you too."

His confession shocked you and it took a second for you to reply.

"You do?"

"Yeah," he nodded, chuckling softly.

"Oh... Well, would you mind going on a date with me or are you uncomfortable with going with your assistant?" You asked, curious and wanting to make sure that he wouldn't feel too weird about it.

"That depends,...will you jump and keep your distance from me the whole time," he joked.

"No, I won't, Dr. Banner," you replied, laughing softly.

"Bruce," he corrected, smiling at you, making a fluttery feeling begin in your stomach. "Call me Bruce."

"Sure thing,... Bruce," you said, excited to finally go on a date with the man you've been secretly pining for forever. "Sure thing."

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

LUNATIC IV

Summary:

I can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. It all depends on you...

Notes:

Hello Heathens! This chapter is mainly just porn with very little plot. A sexy interlude if you will. Have no fear though, the next chapter is back to being story driven with hot sex thrown in. I hope you enjoy your time with the Science Bros! Happy Reading!

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @unowakot

"I've been summoned" you proclaim, as you walk into the enormous lab the AI directed you to, occupied by earth's mightiest scientists. 

Bruce looks up from his table, a surprised expression on his face at seeing you stand before them.

"Honestly I wasn't sure you would show." Tony states as he continues tinkering. "After seeing your little weapons lab in your warehouse -"

"Lair." You correct him. "Tartarus is far more than a warehouse."

"Right." He nods his head, finally turning to face you. "I figured you might want to play with my toys. Get a fresh set of eyes on some ideas I've been working on. Maybe create something I, in my vast knowledge, wouldn't have thought of."

"Are your toys the only thing I get to play with? You pulled me from rehearsing a new rather intense set with Walt & August that involved some cleverly placed mirrors." Your eyes wander his secretly built frame before moving over to a still confused looking Banner, sending a wink in his direction when your eyes meet.

"I fully consent to any form of playtime you’re offering. If I'm being honest, I'm a bit jealous the others have had you before me. I am the playboy after all."

"And I'm the vigilante sex worker with a lust for blood and debauchery." You husk out. "I get it. I also understand that as much as you like to play up the Dom vibes you're really more of a Switch."

"You can sense that huh?" He teases.

"Part of my day job is to read people and give them what they need."

"And what do I need?"

"Someone to match your energy." You walk up to his bench, looking for something to tinker with as you continue. "To be willing to drop to their knees when you want to exert your power. But also able to grab a fist full of your hair and take what they want from you." 

"And what energy am I giving off now?"

You step between him and the bench, bodies pressed against each other. You run a hand up his chest, tapping his arc reactor once before continuing your trek up his neck and around to the back of his head. Your fingers dance along his nape, tickling the shorn locks before grabbing a fistful, wrenching his head back and pushing him down onto his knees. 

"You want me to use you for my pleasure. You need to know that you can make me feel as good as the others have. You're dying to know if my pussy tastes as delicious and feels as tight as they say it does. But you don't want to take it from me. You want me to make you work for it. Earn my orgasms." You tug on his hair and he lets out a whimper. "That sound about right?"

"Fuck." He readjusts himself in his sweats, looking up at you with pupils dilated with lust. "I really want to give a smartass response here but you've hit the nail on the head and I'm really distracted by the view."

A wicked smile crosses your face. "Bruce. If you don't want to watch me make Tony worship my body like a temple I suggest you retreat to somewhere else."

"I'm good where I am." He states, locking eyes with you. "I'm due a much needed break anyway. Told I work too much. Might as well enjoy a show while I'm at it."

You turn back to Tony. "Undo my jeans and remove them." 

Clearing the bench, you hop onto it and spread your legs wide. You fasten your hand back into Tony’s hair, directing his head to your waiting and weeping pussy. “You’re going to eat my cunt like the cunning linguist that I know you must be. But before you get started on your task, I want you to pull that philanderous dick of yours out and place your hands on my thighs. You are not to move them until I say otherwise.”

Pupils blown and eyes lidded he nods his head as best he can with the tight hold you have him. Licking his lips, he pulls his rock hard thickness from beneath his sweats. Once his hands rest on your inner thighs you pull his face up against your aching slit. “Now feast. And don’t bother trying to be polite. If your jaw is not covered in my essence then you’re not worthy of that playboy moniker.”

And boy does he eat. Licking you in long strong strokes. Dipping his tongue as deep as it can get. Sucking your engorged clit into his mouth and humming "Highway to Hell". All with his hands balled into fists or gripping you tightly, but still in place where you told him to leave them.

"Mmm. Such a good boy. That tongue is almost magical Tony. Just a few more licks and you'll earn your reward. You want that dont you. Me coming on your tongue?"

He nods his head and hums a yes but does not stop his task. He increases his efforts and locks eyes with you as he does a nifty little trick with his tongue that has you tightening your grip on his hair and riding his face as you come undone. Your walls clench around nothing as you scream in pleasure. 

Coming down from your high, you pull his head back and address him. "A true playboy with a talented tongue indeed. Now clean up your mess." You watch him clean your cum off of your thighs. 

"Good boy." You give him a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. "Stay right there on your knees where you belong." You lower yourself down off the bench and walk over to Bruce. 

"Enjoy the show Banner?" You step into his personal space. "Want a second hand taste?" Closing the gap between you, you run your tongue along the seam of his lips. Without hesitation he opens up and pushes his tongue against yours.

You nibble and suck on his bottom lip. Riling him up by talking to Hulk in between kisses until he wraps a hand around your throat, turns you around to face Tony, and bends you over his workbench. Unzipping his pants, he pulls his large dick out and slams inside you. 

He is not gentle with you and you couldn't be happier about it. You're prepped and ready thanks to Tony’s talented tongue anyway. You allow yourself to submit to his natural dominance and take his thick dick like the good girl you are. 

Bruce takes no time making you cum on his dick while Tony is still on his knees, cock leaking, whining as he watches. His hands grip his thighs so tightly he’s leaving crescent moons from his nails. But he remains in place like he was told. 

"I've never seen him this quiet. I might need you to visit the lab more often, Nyx." Bruce grits out.

"If you dick me down this good every time I just might have to." You moan. “ Fuck! ”

"You're taking my cock so fucking good baby. Not even afraid of the Hulk taking the reins."

"I'd love some playtime with him. In his special room of course. Wouldn't wanna scare the locals." 

"Oh fuck! I did not think hearing that would be so sexy." Tony blurts out.

You continue to let Bruce take you apart until he abruptly pulls out and spins you around. Pushing you down to your knees he sticks his dick in your mouth and comes down your throat.

After you swallow every last drop, while maintaining eye contact, you show him your clean tongue. 

Crawling over to a still kneeling Tony, you seat yourself on his angry, weeping dick. 

Placing his hands on your hips, you slowly begin to ride him. Engaging your core and grinding on him so that his fat dick hits all the good spots. 

"You do have a magic snatch." He muses, "You may have just become my newest addiction."

"Good. Now lay me down. Use my ankles as earmuffs and fill me to brim with that borderline evil genius semen. I have places to be." You giggle a little.

"The pleasure is all yours baby girl." He smirks.

With a quickness you were unaware he had, Tony has you on your back with your ankles resting on his shoulders. He fucks you with a skill that rivals your fellow male sex workers. He knows all the buttons to push and secret places to tickle. In no time your back is arching and you're screaming his name for the entire floor to hear. 

“Fuck that feels good. I’m so close. May I come for you Nyx? Please let me come.” He whines as your walls contract around his girth.

“Yes! You’ve earned it for being such a good boy for me. Come. Right. Now. Tony.” You command.

That's what does him in and has him bending your legs back and to the side as he paints your womb white. Filling you to the brim like you had originally requested.

You pull his face down to yours, nipping and biting his lip as you feel the last twitches of his cock stir inside you. 

"The rest of rehearsal with August and Walt is going to be so much more interesting now with you slowly leaking out of me." You smile devilishly. "May just get myself covered and reclaimed before the night's over." You laugh.

"Seriously?!" Tony shakes his head and chuckles.

"Oh yes. Although Auggie and Walter love to share. They love marking their so-called territory even more."

You wait for Tony to pull out before you get back up on your feet. You grab your pants off the floor, pull them back on and kiss him on the cheek. "We'll set a proper play date to tinker when I don't have a new routine to get ready for my show."

You walk over to Bruce and kiss him deeply. "And you just let me know when the big guy wants something warm and tight to sink into."

His eyes flash green as you back away and turn towards the elevator.

"We are all fucked." Tony states as he puts his dick back in his sweats. 

"So very fucked." Bruce agrees with a smile on his face. 

"Told you." They hear Steve laugh over the speakers.

As you're leaving the building, Wade catches you. "Let me guess? You were in the vents again." 

"Duh. And I'm glad I was. I thought I'd for sure see the big green guy with how Bruce was fucking you. Guess the man really is just angry all the time."

You laugh at his antics. "Are you going back in the vents or do you want to have some playtime with Ferne? I know you haven't cashed in on my promise yet and she has the whole night free."

"Oh ho ho. That does sound appealing. But alas I have a job to attend to. Tell her to keep my favorite strap on ready and waiting for me. And not to forget the core exercises so she can pump harder next time."

"I'll be sure to pass the message along. Don't blow yourself up this time okay."

"No promises."

[missacidburn928]

Just A Little Something To Get You Through The Weekend...

Chapter 4 of LUNATIC is now live on ao3! The Science Bros get themselves a taste of your magic 😉

LUNATIC Chapter 4

I can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. It all depends on you...

[korieonthemoon]

Introduction!!!

My name is korie and I'm an autistic dumbass with even dumber hyperfixations.

I write fanfics :)

I will write for:

.the boys

- Billy butcher

- queen maeve

- starlight

- mothers milk

- frenchie

- homelander

- hughie cambell (maybe)

-black noir

- kimiko

. Marvel

- Bruce banner

- natasha romanoff

- otto octavius (rami verse)

- pretty much every x men character

- hobie brown

- gwen stacy

- matt murdock

- foggy Nelson

- insomniac Peter parker

- insomniac Harry Osborn

.ghostbusters

- egon spengler

- Ray stantz

Idk that's pretty much it

Suggest whoever BUT I may not write it depends on the character (don't be sad I just probably have never simped for them in my life)

Please note what gender you want the fanfic to be about or i will just write it about me (afab)!!!

Expect lots of grammar and spelling mistakes, don't complain I'm too dyslexic for it.

Will write :

✅️family+pregnancy (Not kinky)

✅️bondage

✅️impact play

✅️plus size reader

✅️disabled reader

✅️poc

🤷maybe some mental illnesses depends on how triggering it is for me and my experiences

Will not write:

❌️no underage characters unless in cute family friendly fics

❌️no noncon/r@pe

❌️no abuse or SA references even in past relationships as these are triggering for me

I think that's it, if there's a kink you want but I won't do it don't be upset I'm just not into it!

Have a nice day :)

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Stucky, Sam or Banner

the gods…

I have a thot about the heroes meant to kill Medusa, but he/they hesitate to afrer they heard that she only kill those men unfaithful for their lovers, as for woman, she throw them in the rivers,drown them.

Or Apollo and Daphne? Vertumnus and Pomona?

Cubid and Psyche??

Thanks Nana 💗 I have never written for Bruce so I am going to give this a go! 😉

For the crossover requests this is Marvel with Medusa (Greek gorgon who turns people to stone)

A/N: this took off on its own and ended up straying from where I thought it would go

Medusa’s Curse || Bruce Banner

Summary: You knew everything had a cost but you didn’t expect to become a monster because you got an antique for free. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, murder, blood, cheating OCs, Banner to the rescue. WC: 3.1k

You weren’t usually one for collecting antiques but something drew you to the shop as you meandered past on a Sunday afternoon. The brass handle was cold to touch despite the oppressive heat that beat down in the French Quarter but you turned it anyway and stepped inside. The door closed behind you and silenced the jazz music that the quarter was known for, the eerie quiet leaving you unsettled. 

You expected to hear some sound from the shopkeeper, a greeting, anything, but there was nothing as you wandered through the aisles of overpacked shelves and dusted junk. You had almost come to the end of the store when the feeling intensified and you knelt down to find something hidden behind a box of Mardi Gras beads. For something relatively small, it was very heavy and you dragged it out to find a concrete statue of sorts.

“It’s marble.” 

You spun around with a gasp to find an old woman at the counter, amusement shining through her clouded eyes before she broke out in a wheezing laugh. 

“You kids are always on edge these days.” She chuckled, walking around the counter with the assistance of a cane fashioned to look like a snake.

“Well considering we seem to be constantly attacked by aliens or some other supernatural being I think we are allowed to be a little wound up.” You complained as you pulled yourself up from the floor. “How much for the marble…thing?”

“Vessel.” She corrected, hunching over to pick it up and carry it to the counter.

You frowned as you remembered the weight of it but she had no problem placing it gently beside the cash register and gesturing you forward.

“There’s always been attacks of some kind, cher, best not to worry too much or you’ll end up wrinkled like me.” She said as she hit some buttons only for the ancient machine to splutter. “Look at that, she’s finally died. My priestess would tell me that was a sign.”

She pushed the sculpture towards you and you shook your head reaching for your purse. “I can’t take this, it’s gotta be worth something.”

“It has value, but not in money. Take it, cher, something tells me it’s already yours.”

You grabbed the base of the statue and tilted your head in confusion as it no longer looked warped and unrecognisable but now resembled a woman. You brushed the oddity off, thinking it must have been hidden under years of thick dust, and picked it up to find it much lighter than before. 

“Strange.” You muttered under your breath as you headed for the door. Realising you hadn’t thanked the woman you turned back but found the shop empty, the beaded curtain doorway to the back perfectly still. “Very strange.”

As you walked home, you dusted off what you could and planned to give the statue a thorough clean. Your nails kept catching on something wrapped around the woman’s throat but you couldn’t quite get a grasp on it, especially not when you were walking through the busy Bourbon Street. 

“Okay, what secrets are you hiding?” You mumbled to yourself as you set her on your kitchen bench and filled the sink with hot soapy water. The water was filthy by the time you had scrubbed her clean and you gasped as you found a necklace wrapped around her neck, an amethyst stone hanging between the perfectly carved swell of her chest. You carefully unravelled the thin gold chain and held it up to catch the light, a rainbow reflecting from the facets of the stone. “Holy shit.”

You admired the pretty jewel as you pondered what to do but you couldn’t in good conscience keep the necklace. Pocketing it, you left the statue soaking in the water and made your way back to the store. 

Confusion slammed you as you reached the corner in the quarter where the store had been, only now it was a costume shop. You spun around, checking all of the shop fronts before confirming this was the very spot you had been less than an hour ago. 

“What the fuck is going on?” You asked aloud only to be glared at by a mother walking with her child. “Sorry.”

You pulled the necklace from your pocket and looked at the disorientating shop. You couldn’t exactly give it back now and the old lady had said it belonged to you, so you unlatched the clasp and draped it over your chest. A shock rippled through your body as the clasp locked behind your neck and the stone heated between the concave of your chest. The heat spread across your skin until you were sure you would have to scream, then everything went dark.

“Breaking News: Two more female bodies have been found in the Mississippi this evening making it the fourth recovery this week. Just as we found with the last two cases, each woman had been anchored to the riverbed by a stone-carved male, each carving resembling an active missing persons case…”

You turned off the tv before you had to hear anymore details and dropped the remote beside you with a sickening feeling. The necklace pulsed against your heart and you tried once again to pull it off but the chain held fast, not even the bolt cutters you had borrowed from your neighbour could cut through it.

You could still hear their screams, hear the splash of water as you pushed them from banks of the Mississippi to punish them for their adulterous ways. You could never remember how you found the lovers, you rarely went out after dark but there you were - suddenly across town with vengeance in your heart. 

You knew the power rested in the jewel, it would emit a glow that turned the cheating men to a statue, trapping him in a lovers embrace with a heart of stone that he deserved. The call of the river sung to you, overpowering the terrified screams of the women trapped in an unbreakable, cold embrace. You were a passenger in the backseat of your own body.

“What do you mean they were people?” Fury growled as he paced his way across his office. “I saw the statues.”

“Only, they aren’t statues.” Dr Banner said as he turned his laptop screen around. “A first responder broke the arm off one to extricate the victim and look at this…it's perfectly preserved anatomical structure.”

Nick stared at the screen, looking closer at the intricate detail of bones and veins beneath the layers of marble skin and muscle. “Have you seen anything like this? ‘Cause I know I certainly haven’t and I’ve seen a lot of weird shit.”

“Personally, no. But-”

“Of course there’s a but.” Nick sighed before gesturing for Bruce to continue.

“You’ve heard of Medusa, right?”

“Greek myth, lady with snake hair, hates men. That Medusa?” Nick rolled his good eye and crossed his arms in disbelief. 

“Thor was a myth until, you know, he landed in New Mexico.” Bruce pointed out. “And she didn’t hate all men. See, she was supposedly cursed by Athena because she had an affair with Poseidon. All the missing men, the one’s I believe were turned to stone, were having affairs with the women who were drowned in their arms.”

Nick thumbed his chin as he began his pacing again.“So you think this is Medusa? Interesting…but why now?”

“I don’t know.” Bruce shook his head, closing his laptop.

“Ok, well where did she come from?”

“I also don’t know that.” 

“Well, what do you know?” Nick huffed as his patience waned.

“All of the murdered are localised to New Orleans.”

Nick nodded. “Make sure you bring me back some real Gumbo.”

“Excuse me?” Bruce frowned before tearing his glasses off his face. “You can’t be serious, I’m a scientist, not a field agent.”

“Laissez les bon temps rouler.” Nick chuckled, pointing out his office window to the helicopter coming to life at his order. “Let the good times roll.”

It was a quiet Tuesday night when you felt the stone heating up once again and your vision began to dim. You tried your hardest to fight the impending darkness, knowing nothing good would come of it, but you were too weak and quickly fell prey to the power of the cursed stone.

“There, we have another spike.” Bruce said excitedly as he jumped out of his computer chair in the laboratory SWORD had set up in New Orleans. “Tracing the electromagnetic waves now, and we should have a lock any second..gotcha.”

He dropped a pin onto the virtual map in front of him, right on the river's edge in Saint Rose. The group of agents were already assembling around him as he grabbed his tablet and followed them to the convoy of trucks ready to go. Bruce still looked like he should have been in his lab, his white coat hanging open over his humble button down shirt and his wire framed glasses sliding down his nose, but his face was surprisingly stoic as he prepared himself for what they would find.

Nick’s orders were simple: kill whatever it is killing the New Orleanians. It wasn’t something that sat well with Bruce, preferring to have an intellectual conversation over fighting, but he would cross that bridge when he got there. First he needed to warn the oblivious agents to the dangers they were getting into.

“We are about to come face to face with a being of immense power, she is most likely an ancient goddess who has been cursed as a monster.” Bruce looked up from the tablet to see how everyone was taking the news and found them being attentive so he went back to the dot on the map. “She has the ability to turn men, who have or are cheating on their partners, to stone. We don’t know exactly how this power works so, to be on the safe side, if you have ever cheated on anyone - sit this one out.”

The small boat rocked gently with the waves rippling across the waters surface but its occupants were oblivious as you stepped onto the deck. Their infidelity was a magnet pulling you closer, or perhaps it was a distasteful scent on the breeze, either way it was leading you straight to where they were committing their mortal sin. 

“Woah, what the hell!” The man shouted as he caught sight of you over the woman’s shoulder, her rhythm unfaltering as she rode him.

His scream pulled her from her revelry and she tried to climb off him as his skin turned grey but his hands were frozen on her hips, the fingers digging into her skin turning to stone. 

“Help me!” She screamed as she craned her neck and saw you standing passively by the door. “Please!”

Your eyes were a nightmare inducing milky grey, reflecting the stone that now lay beneath her naked body, but your smile was much darker. The amethyst hanging from your neck glowed brightly and the boat creaked as the weight of the stone tested the buoyancy. You could feel the pressure of the river rising and stepped back, closing the door to the cabin before making your way back up to the pier. 

Your feet touched the wooden planks of the jetty just as the stone man broke through the bottom of the boat to sink to the riverbed, his lover trapped in his embrace. You could feel the power beginning to fade as the curse finished its relentless cycle but the relief was short lived as the all too familiar scent blew upwind. Your eyes darted across the dark banks of the river and the glow of the city on the horizon silhouetted the shapes of people closing in on you. 

You tried to fight the urge again but the power was all consuming and pushed you to the corners of your own mind as you stepped forward towards the danger. 

“Medusa!” A man called out and you tilted your head as you recognised him from the Avengers, Bruce Banner. 

“Mon Cher, you know my name.” Your lips moved but another voice spoke, the old woman from the antique store, forcing her words from your mouth. “And you brought me an offering.”

You inhaled the thick scent of illicit love and stepped closer to a pair of agents clutching their weapons tightly. A strong hand latched onto your shoulder and you peered down at the limb that was turning a soft shade of green.

“You’re not gonna hurt my friends.” Bruce warned as he pulled you away from them, the pain of his grip waking you from the nightmare you were trapped in. 

“They brought it on themselves.” You spoke coldly as you felt your eyes turning grey as the power swelled once again. His hand was growing larger and his strength threatened to crush your collarbone but you welcomed the pain as you fought for control over your own body. “The…necklace.”

Your voice was broken and the very air seemed to want to suffocate you as you squeezed the words out of your lungs before losing what little control you had regained. Bruce's eyes darted to your chest, seeing the pendant’s unnatural glow, and he dropped his hold on you so he could swipe at the chain. Blood trickled down your neck as he tugged the deceptively strong gold strand and you screamed at the flood of pain that washed the grey from your eyes. 

Bruce watched the change with fascination, remembering how he at one point had his own wars with the enemy in his body. Realising he was going to decapitate you if he pulled any harder, he changed tactics - knowing he could not follow Fury’s order and kill you. He grabbed the necklace with both hands, each one pulling away from your head as his hand grew larger and greener. 

“Come on buddy, I need your strength.” He muttered under his breath as he began to pull. 

The necklace seemed to breathe, expanding and contracting as he gritted his teeth, a guttural cry thrown to the night as his agents watched the Hulk struggle to break a thin gold necklace. Every small stretch of the chain released you from the hold it held and you placed your hands over his hand in front of your, pushing as hard as you could to help. 

“Please, don’t let go.” You begged as you looked up through your tears to see the veins in his head bulging with his effort and his eyes glowing bright green. 

Something about your voice drove him to push harder, a need to protect you from what caused the fear in your tone. Hulk felt the fear as his own because he knew how it felt to be trapped in a body and the need to be freed and he pushed further into Bruce’s consciousness as he loaned all of his strength. Blood dripped from Hulk’s hands as the chain bit into his tough skin, but still he held tight and gritted his teeth through the pain. It felt like a losing battle. 

“If you can’t break it, you have to kill me.” You whimpered as you saw his fingers begin to slip. “Promise me.” 

You closed your eyes as the ropes of muscles wrapped around his arms bulked up even more while the planks of the pier snapped from the bracing of his legs. 

“Do. It.” You growled, hating the thought of going back to being a killing machine for a cursed goddess.

“NO!”

You were shocked by the defiant anger fuelling Bruce. It had been a long time since anyone stood up for you that you had forgotten what it felt like. You could almost believe he cared that you lived. Unfortunately the armed agents at your back didn’t have the same convictions and you heard them cock their weapons, the bolt sliding into place as they raised their assault rifles to their shoulders.

“I SAID NO!” Hulk’s booming voice rattled your eardrums and with one last ditch effort he prised the chain apart, a ripple of reminiscent power exploding out and knocking the agents to the ground. Bruce caught you as the sonic boom rendered you unconscious and the jewel faded back to its natural state in his hands. He stumbled over the broken planks of the jetty but kept you safely cradled in his arms, placing you gently in the back of the Jeep he had arrived in.

“Would’ve been easier to just kill her.” Fury said as he stepped out of the shadows.

“Is that SWORDs solution to everything?” Bruce asked as he straightened out his clothes that were a little stretched but still in one piece.

“It’s not named FLOWER for a reason.” He chortled before nodding his head to his agent. “Hill.”

Marie stepped up with a secure briefcase and opened it for the necklace, snapping it shut the moment Bruce laid in on the insulating foam.

“You’re not gonna try to make a weapon out of this right? You do remember what happened with the Tesseract.” Bruce checked as he placed a heavy hand on the briefcase.

Fury grabbed the handle and pulled it out from under Bruce’s hand before disappearing into the shadows, his deep laugh echoing behind. “You’re just gonna have to wait and see.”

“Hey! What do I do with her?”

“That’s up to you, Doctor Banner.” Nick said, his voice getting quieter with each step. “She’s wanted for the murder of at least 8 people.”

“But it wasn’t her!” He argued, watching you stir on the back seat at the noise.

“If only someone knew a lawyer who specialised in the supernatural…”

Bruce was already reaching for his phone, sending a silent prayer that his cousin Jennifer would answer his call. Her law firm was based in New York but hopefully she would make the exception for family. He had seen your eyes, seen your selflessness as you were ready to sacrifice yourself so that everyone else would be safe. He didn’t want to see you suffer the consequences of Medusa’s curse, you had already suffered enough.

Bruce climbed in the backseat, his leg becoming your pillow as you curled up and shivered as you no longer had the heat of the jewel. Shrugging off his lab coat, Bruce draped it over you as he noticed your eyelids twitching and your breathing quicken and he wondered what you were dreaming. Whatever it was, he hoped it took you far away, if only for a moment.

The trill of the phone stopped ringing and a sleepy voice answered before it went to voicemail.

“Hey Jenny. It’s Bruce.” He said quietly, trying not to wake you. “I need a favour.”

[plussizeappreciationfics]

Can I pleeeease get a Hulk (by himself) and bbw reader where he's the only person he actually speaks full sentences to? She's his therapist so she gets hulk as close to "normal speech and behavior" as possible & it's enough for him to tell her he loves her?

Sorry for the long wait!!

Being Bruce's confidant when he's hulked out includes:

-Him slowly learning how to talk in full sentences

-The rest of the team being surprised at hearing him actually speak and not just scream bloody murder

-Natasha being lowkey jealous because she thought that she'd be able to bring out the best in Bruce

-You being so touched and help him use normal speech as much as possible when he's Hulk

-Bruce appreciating your help and being able to actually tell you what has made him hulk out in the first place

-Your close friendship slowly turning into something more intimate

-You not wanting to jeopardise it so you keep quiet about your romantic feelings towards him

-You becoming Bruce's sole confidant and comforter, especially after missions as he still struggles to shift back on his own

-Natasha being petty enough to try and meddle into your friendship, trying to make Bruce believe that you're just putting up a show for no reason

-You checking her asap

-Bruce hearing the whole confrontation and that motivating him to confess his feelings for you

-Him doing that the next day during a mission but he gets so distracted that he actually ends up hurt

-"I-I love you" is what Hulk whispers while staring up at your beautiful face before passing out and shifting back into Bruce

-Him being immediately being flown back to the compound to get the medical treatments he urgently needs

-You not leaving his side and patiently waits until he wakes up before you gently kiss him and tell him that you love him too

Emmanuelle💋❤

[canumoveurseatup-no]

HC: Bruce discovering he has a daddy kink

Requested by: @lilflipfone  (hope ya like it, honey bun!)

A/N: Check out my newest story, Footsteps. It’s Tony x black!daughter angst. Once it gets to at least 100 notes I’ll release my Peter angst!

Warnings: 18+, slight smut, LISTEN, DON’T READ THIS IF DADDY KINK IS NOT YOUR THING. Thanks, enjoy, honey buns.

Feedback is appreciated!!

-OOOKAAAAY so you know greying Bruce? yeah, DADDY.

-I think Bruce always knew that deep down he was dominant. Like in every other situation he was shy but in the bedroom he could finally let go.

-He just need that push... that one thing to push him there.

- He always wanted to go a bit further in the bed room

- Add more to your usual routine

-One night he was just having a hard time in the lab, coming up with a certain formula, nothing was working.

-He actually decided to take a break without anyone forcing him, WOAH WHAT?

-He walked to y’all’s shared bedroom and heard the bass of an unfamiliar song

-”Why don't you love me daddy? why don’t you love me daddy? why don’t you, why don’t you, why don’t you love me daddy?”

-The word dripped from your lips like your favorite wine, your hips swaying to the song and he didn’t know how to act.

-That was his push

-He stepped in the room and shut the door behind him making his presence known

- you continued to dance and sing the song even after you saw him eyeing you hungrily.

- He grabbed your hand and brought your body flush up against his, your butt rubbing up against his tightening khakis.

-”Why don’t you love me, daddy?” you sung

-”I do love you, baby. Want me to show you?”

-You hadn’t expected this to happen but hey, who’s complaining?

- You only nodded, but he wanted to hear the words out of your mouth.

- “Speak up for me, honey”

-”Yes, daddy”

-Hulk would low key be sitting back, enjoying the show because puny Banner was being what? DOMINANT

-It’d be one of the few times Hulk would shut up in his head around you.

-And after that your clothes came off in a flash.

-He had your hands pinned above your head and made sure you didn’t break eye contact

- He wouldn’t allow it

- His stroke game. UGH!

-He’d angle your hips up just to hit those deepest, sweetest spots

-His hands- OOOUUUUUUU

-One hand he’d wrap around your throat, the other running itself up and down your body, he was stimulating you all over

- Don’t sleep on the quiet ones. Don’t underestimate them

- He was fucking you so good you thought you were going to cry

- “oh my God, daddy!”

- He got so much confidence from you calling him that

- “Who’s pussy is this, huh? Who does it belong to?”

- “Yours, daddy, it belongs to you”

- The way he’d moan when the name flew past your lips, made him weak but made him feel so strong at the same time

-”Daddy, you’re gonna make me cum”

- “Fuck, baby, say it again”

- And you did. Calling him daddy made you feel so vulnerable and submissive to him and you loved it (you’re still an independent bad bitch though)

-The way he moaned your favorite pet names in your ear made you feel so loved

-It was so intimate, so intense that you did shed a few tears

-Your orgasm wasn’t just any normal orgasm

-It wasn’t just in the pit of your stomach. 

-No, that shit took over your whole body! Tingles in your finger tips, it was so intense you could not keep your eyes open

-Your body twitched in pleasure and you felt the feeling run from the crown of your head all the way down to the soles of your feet.

- you let out a long, drawn out Fuck, daddy

-”Yes, let daddy hear you”

- the noise he let out was so unholy as he finally pulled out and let it go

-Both of you caught your breath. You sprawled out like a snow angel and him sitting back on his heels.

-”Damn, babe. I wouldn’t peg you for a daddy kink kinda guy”

-Hulk was clapping in Bruce’s head

- “Puny Banner, big man now!”

- Bruce smiled at you and kissed your nose before getting up to get a warm, wet rag.

-You decided to push his buttons and let “daddy” slip out as he cleaned you up.

- Immediately. he got hard allover.

- “Dammit, Y/N,”

- “GO BANNER!”

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First HC, and I hope you liked it.

Don’t be afraid to request guys!

Coming this week (maybe) is a new Peter imagine!

Tags- @sideeffectsofyou @chonisberonica 

[raineydays411]

The adventure continues

Bruce Banner x daughter! reader

Summary: It’s been about two weeks since you’ve been on Sakaar. You and Loki have been kissing the Grandmasters ass in order to stay in his favor. That’s when you see a familiar face.

A/n: Hello! So I finally found the energy to write this chapter lol sorry it took so long. Also, I’m not too sure how to spell Sakaar, soo if there are different spellings please ignore that 

You sigh as you sit next to Loki. It’s been about two weeks since you came to this planet. You haven’t even begun looking for your father. No, instead you and Loki have been running around kissing the Grandmasters ass. 

You found the man amusing, his chaotic energy was entertaining to say the least. But he had an air of danger to him. You tried to make sure to stay on his good side. Loki seemed to have the same idea as well. 

You and Loki have become significantly closer during your stay here. You never thought that you’d be so close to the God that tried to take over your planet, but here you were. Since your talk in the tailor's room, Loki has become increasingly overprotective over you. He was constantly by your side, glaring at anyone who dared to come up to you. Now as annoying as that sounds, he has gotten you out of some sticky situations. 

For example, there was this one time this alien tried to kidnap you, claiming that as a terran, you’d make him rich. Well before he was able to step even a foot away, Loki was there and almost ripped his arm off. The only thing that stopped him was the Grandmaster. He assured you and Loki that the kidnapper would be taken care of by his “Champion”. Whatever that meant.

That was another thing you tried to avoid on this planet. The Grandmaster’s fights. Something about the idea of sometimes innocent beings being forced to fight for others entertainment was wrong to you. And while to the rest of the population it was the norm, you just couldn’t stand the thought of watching these people slaughter each other.

Other than these few incidents, you and Loki have fit in pretty nicely. Loki was at ease with this crowd, charmingly talking to them and winning them over with his silver tongue. And you have made a name for yourself as well. You were known as one of the best storytellers in Sakaar. Of course, you usually told plots of the movies, plays, and books you memorized from Earth. But what they didn’t know won’t hurt them. But unlike Loki, you were getting restless. You wanted to find your father and go home. You miss Tony and Pepper, the way they were so sweet to each other, and the way Steve would ruffle your hair in the kitchen after his work outs. You wondered of they were worried about you as  you have been missing for two weeks now. 

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice a familiar face who was strapped down in a chair. However, you did notice when Loki went tense next to you. Looking up at him you raised an eyebrow, silently asking if he was okay.

“I’m fine”, he said quickly, “Darling, it seems as if the Grandmaster will be inviting us to watch the newest competition, perhaps you’d want to make yourself scarce before he comes.” 

You smile, appreciating the warning and stood up excusing yourself. You thought you heard someone call for Loki, but brushed it off as he was very popular among this crowd. You made your way to your room, desperate for some peace and quiet. 

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Loki lets out a relieved sigh, knowing that if you saw Thor in that chair, you would have made a rash decision and ruin all the plans you both had made.

He stands up, excusing himself from the small group that formed around him. He rushes to Thor, shushing him.

“What?!” ,Thor asks confused on why Loki was shushing him. 

“You’re alive?”, Loki says, in a hushed tone. Thor looks up at him as much as he could, the chair restricting his movements. 

“Of course I’m alive!”, He shouts quietly

“What are you doing here?”

“What to you mean what am I doing here?!” ,Thor says exasperatedly, “ I’m stuck in this stupid chair! Where’s your chair?”

“I didn’t get a chair”

“Then get me out of this one!”

“I can’t”

The two brothers were so caught up in their silent bickering, they didn’t notice the Grandmaster appear right next to them.

“What are you whispering about?”

The two jumped apart. 

“Time works differently around these parts.”, He says, “Anywhere else I would be like millions of years old but here in Sakaar I’m like...”

He trails off, leaving an awkward silence. He smiles and glances at Loki as if he was waiting for him to say something. Loki laughs nervously, looking from Thor to the Grandmaster. Thor looked in between the two totally confused on what was happening. 

Seeing he wasn’t going to get an answer, the Grandmaster continued, 

“ In any case, you know this uh, um”, he turns to Thor, “ You call yourself the ‘Lord of Thunder?”

“God of Thunder” ,Thor corrects, he gestures at Loki, “Tell him”

“I have never seen this man in my life.” 

“He’s my brother!” ,Thor shouts getting frustrated.

“Adopted.”

The Grandmaster looks at Loki, “ Is he any kind of fighter?”

“You take this thing out of my neck and you’ll find out.” 

The Grandmaster laughs in amusement, as if Thor told him a joke instead of threating him. 

“Hey Sparkles, here’s the deal, anyone who defeats my champion shall win their freedom.” 

As the Grandmaster and Thor had their conversation, Loki’s mind was racing. He had a plan. A plan to overthrow the Grandmaster and (reluctantly) help you find your father, even though he doesn’t know who your father is. He already adjusted the plan when you arrived, and now Thor. He has to keep both you and him in the Grandmasters favor. 

He’s snapped out of his thoughts when he hears Thor call his name once more. He turns to see him being carted away on the chair he was bound to. He smiles at the Grandmaster and excuses himself, forcing himself to mingle once more and not rush off to find you. After a while, he manages to sneak away from the crowds and go back to his room. He finds the room where all the gladiators are being held and makes a clone, stepping into the prison. He sees Thor, saying a prayer for Odin as they were not able to give him a proper burial. He joins in, seeing Thor tense up at his voice. 

“It hurts doesn’t it...being told you are one thing only to find out that it was a lie.”

Then Thor turned and sat indignantly, refusing to acknowledge Loki.

“I couldn’t jeopardize our position with the Grandmaster. It took time for us to win his trust. He’s a lunatic, but he can be amenable.” 

ping. Thor throws another pebble at Loki. Loki sighs, knowing that it was going to be useless talking to him at the moment.

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You sat in your room, listening to music on your phone. You may not have any cell service, but surprisingly, this planet has great Wi-Fi. 

You’re writing in a journal you found in the bag Strange gave you. Ever since that first day you arrived at Sakaar, you have been journaling your experiences, thoughts, and feelings in this journal. You also have been writing down methods you could use to find your dad.

You were so lost in the music and your writings that you didn’t notice Loki walk into your room. He saw that you weren’t paying attention and decided to scare you. 

He crept quietly, making sure to make no sudden movements that would catch your eye. But before he could actually scare you, you spoke up. 

“Don’t even think about it Loki.”

“How did you know it was me?” ,He asked, surprised at your reflexes. 

“I can smell your hair gel from outside the door.” You say, rolling over to look at him and removing your earbuds. You laugh at the offended look on his face. 

You both chuckle and then Loki’s face turns serious. 

“Y/n, we have a problem.” 

At those words, your heart begins to race. You worry that the Grandmaster has lost trust in the both of you, or he has become suspicious of you both. 

“What’s wrong?”, You ask, chewing on your lip in anxiety. 

“It seems that Thor has found his way on Sakaar.” 

You breath a sigh if relief, “ Oh, is that it? That’s fine, we can just get him on board and adjust out plan--”

“No, we can’t.”, Loki interrupts.

You squint in confusion, “Why not?”

“It seems that the oaf has gotten himself captured and forced into the gladiator fights.”

You gasp and quickly stand up, “We have to help him! He could be killed!”

“Calm down”, Loki says, resting his hands on your shoulders, “ Thor is far stronger than you believe. He will be able to handle himself. What we need to do for now is to keep our heads, and stick to the plan.”

“Stick to the plan?! Loki, we can’t just leave Thor on his own!”

Loki sighs, “ It’ll be better in the long run. If the Grandmaster suspects mutiny, we can both be killed or forced to fight as well.”

You stay silent, taking in the words that Loki is telling you. 

“Alright.” ,You agree, disappointed you couldn’t do anything to help Thor.

“That’s a good girl.” Loki says, patting your head. He turns to walk out of the room, “ Come along, we mustn’t give the Grandmaster any suspicions.”

You roll your eyes, hiding your phone and journal in your bag. Following Loki down the hallways, you sigh. You miss home. You miss your dad, And you feel completely useless. 

“Darling”, Loki whispers, “Now, I know you don’t like the idea...but perhaps you should make an appearance at the fights”

Your eyes widen at the suggestion, but before you speak Loki continues. 

“ I won’t force you, but just know that the Grandmaster is incredibly proud of his champion, and you seeing it would be more points toward you.”

You nod. You’d have to go eventually. Might as well get it over with. 

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You and Loki arrive to the arena late. You didn’t miss much except for the opening act. You hear the roaring of the large crowd, thirsty for blood and carnage. It churns your stomach. 

Then the Grandmaster appears in hologram. You don’t really pay attention, you just force yourself to relax. You know that if Thor is fighting then he’ll be okay. But the thought of watching a friend murder another living being that is most likely innocent makes bile rise in your throat. 

You’ve never been a person who likes violence. Violence meant that you and your dad had to move again, violence meant that you would be left alone.

Despite this, Tony made sure that you knew how to defend yourself if you had to. You trained with Natasha at first but...it didn’t go so well. So you started training with Steve and Bucky. You learned quickly but hardly ever used your training. Mainly for stress relief or a good work out.

But here on Sakaar, you had to be on guard all the time. It was exhausting. You couldn’t imagine what it would be like if Loki wasn’t here. Surely without him you would be dead. 

You zone back in, hearing the Grandmaster introduce the first contender. 

“Ladies and gentlemen...I give you...Lord of Thunder. Watch out for his fingers, they sparkle.”

To your surprise, Thor walks out from his waiting area, the crowd booing as he enters. He was wearing different armor and most noticeably, his hair was cut. He had red markings going down the side of his face. 

“Jeez, now I remember why I had a small crush on him back in the day” you mutter to yourself. Loki looks at you in disgust and disappointment. You avoid his gaze, looking intensely at the arena. 

“Okay! Lets get ready to welcome this guy” 

The crowd cheers, getting excited for the next contender. The grandmaster rubs his hands together.

“Here he comes” 

a boom goes off and green smoke fills the air. The crowd applauds and cheers as they burst. 

“He is a creature. What can we say about him", 

Rumbling shakes the ground as the arena is lifted. Your chest fills with anxiety, this champion must be big if they have to lift the arena. You turn to Loki, seeing his face light up with a mix of emotions. 

“Well hes unique. There’s none like him” 

The rumbling continues as the area is still being lifted. 

“I feel a very special connection to him.” 

You see Thor prepare to fight, putting on a helmet. Concern fills your heart and the audiences cheers fill your ears. 

“Hes undefeated.” 

Loki’s words fill your head. Reminding you that Thor is a god. He’ll be okay.

“He’s reigning”

You settle down, trying to reign in your anxiety.

“He’s the defending.”

 Loki looks at you and smiles, brushing a curl out of your face and patting your cheek. You instantly feel better, knowing that someone is there for you.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I give you” 

“This guy really knows how to build suspense.” You whisper to Loki, who snorts into the drink he has. You both quiet down as the champions doors finally start to open.

“Your Incredible...” 

A roar fills the arena. A roar that makes your blood grow cold and your breath stop.

“HULK”

And there, bursting out of his holding area, was the Hulk. Dressed in gladiator armor, holding an axe and club in both hands. The crowd goes wild, cheering loudly at the sight of their champion. 

Your father, who has been missing for four years, was the Grandmasters champion.

“I have to get off this planet.” Loki says, pale at the memory of what the Hulk is capable of. He pulls you up from the couch, you lax with the shock, an rushes to leave.

“Hey, hey, hey where are you two going.” The Grandmaster intercepts the two of you guiding you both back to the seats. 

“Is she okay? She looks like she’s about to be sick” The grandmaster says, scooting away from you like you were contagious. Loki looks at you in concern and asks if you are okay. 

But you could barely hear him. You didn’t hear anything. You were just focused on the arena. Finally seeing the man who you were looking for.

[operation-619]

Steve Rogers

WOC/Reader

AU series were Bucky is safe and sound after AOU, (Y/N) (L/N) is a troubled woman with a haunting past, and its coming back to enslave her. But she doesn’t care, her interest is in a certain Captain America lead to a night that set off a series of unfortunate twists and turns. Can she come out on the other side, with her past a secret and a family to come home to. Or will she burn and take everyone down with her.

Her: I-Forest , II-Crimson , III-Hiraeth

My home isn’t a place - where you’ve come to know these people well enough home isn’t a physical object.  Coming soon

Call me when its over - she’s just a friend, right? Coming soon

[katharinemclaughlin-stuff]

Does anybody else want a fanfic about Bucky falling in love with Sam’s sister.

Or is that just me

[officially-tonynat-shrine]

Anything You Sing

A/N: Ok, so this was originally an ask from @shamelessbookaddict so credit goes to her. The ask: Bicth just imagining singing good ol bollywood songs to peter; him not understanding a word but loving it anyway; bruce just smirking at you when you sing something romantic

So I decided to shift the fic here instead of directly answering the ask. So if at all I make a master list, this would be helpful :D also, here is the audio of the song I used, if you want to sing along! The singer is male and I haven't changed the few lines in the song indicating the gender of the singer in the fic. I wanted to stay as true to the song as possible!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Indian!reader

Summary: You confess your love by singing a song

Warnings: the word 'fuck' twice? // Words: idk man, I didn't count

••••

Peter was having a bad day. A very, very bad day. School was hectic. He had lots of homework pending due to night patrol (totally his fault, actually. And he knew it. So he couldn't blame anyone else). His sleep schedule was an absolute mess because he would stay up when ever he got the chance to finish off his projects and models. His attention span in classes was now that of a fucking squirrel on crack and he had gone to the principal's office twice already.

Just when he had thought that things couldn't get worse, he had dozed off in yet another Biology lecture. Usually, the teacher would let him off the hook because he was a bright student and could easily catch up. So Peter tended to doze off for a few minutes trying to complete eight hours of sleep in five minutes. But today, it was a very important lecture going on and the Ms. Mason had strictly informed the class that everybody had to be attentive. Of course, Peter had to doze off. Unfortunately, he had been caught. Ms. Mason's disapproving glare was enough for him to believe that he had committed the ultimate betrayal. He was now very close to the Avengers' Tower, and he had already mentally hit himself a hundred times.

Peter just hoped that for the love of God and everything Holy, you was there. You were the only other Avenger who was his age. Of course, there was also Shuri, his homegirl, but currently, she was miles away in Wakanda. The three of you always shared a close bond and he could only hope that his bond with you would be much closer. He was a blushing mess when it came to you.

He entered the Tower heading directly for the elevator when he heard your voice.

"Pete! Hey, Spidey! Wait up!"

He turned around to see you bounding towards him. You threw your arms around him bringing him into a tight hug. You had missed him. He could understand that by the way you stood so close to him, able to listen to his heart beat rise. He hugged you back with the same enthusiasm as yours. Unable to hold back a sigh, he snuggled his face deeper into your neck.

You stepped back- not leaving his arms, he noticed, blushing wildly- and asked him with furrowed brows, "What happened, Pete?"

He smiled at you, grateful that he had someone like you who could understand him so easily. God, sometimes he just wanted to take you in his arms and cuddle forever.

"Nothing. It's just that school is turning quite hectic now-a-days."

You studied him for a moment, eyes taking in the dark circles under his eyes and the weary, tired smile he gave you. His brown eyes, usually sparkling with delight and excitement, now held exhaustion.

"Okay, that's it. You and I are going upstairs to the common room and you are going to sleep on the couch. I know you won't sleep in your room. You'll probably start doing your homework. And no arguments!" You shut him down before he could protest. Dragging him into the elevator you asked FRIDAY to take you to the common room.

"(Y/N)."

"Hmm?"

"(Y/N)!!!!!"

"What Peter?" You snapped at him. It had been half an hour since you had forcefully made him go to sleep on the couch and fifteen minutes since he had started whining about how he was not feeling sleepy.

He was sprawled on the big, grey couch, and in the short span of thirty minutes had somehow managed get tangled in the pillows and cushions placed. His head was dangling from the corner of the couch as lay on his stomach, left hand on the ground supporting his body. His right hand was somewhere in between a pillow and his head and one leg was on the couch's headrest. It was certainly a view for you. You sat at the opposite end of the couch, the book you had brought with you long forgotten.

"You know I can't sleep anywhere other than my bed unless there is music."

He didn't know how he got the confidence. He had been contemplating about asking you to sing to him while he sleeps but was too scared to see how you would react. Perhaps it was his sleepiness which made him bolder, the lack of sleep affecting his control over his speech. But it had not completely taken over him. He tried to fight the urge to just spew out his feelings for you.

"Music? What kind of music do you want to hear?"

"Anything you sing."

Now he really wanted to slap himself. He had really gone and done that. This was worse than spewing out his feelings for you. Now he was never going to get to cuddle you because he was too sleep deprived to think before he said anything and you were gonna slap him across the face and walk away-

"Peter stop panicking. Peter! Are you okay?"

You were stunned when he had asked you to sing. You weren't expecting him to be this forward. You had your suspicions on whether or not he liked you but you never acted upon your feelings and the innate desire to just ask him out in the fear of being rejected. There had been instances when you thought that maybe he reciprocated your feelings but then he would say something and you would immediately start questioning yourself. So you stood in the sidelines, trying to get closer to him so that you can understand him, only to fall more for him. Now, here he was, panicking and shaking, about to fall from that goddamn couch, pillows and all, and you didn't know whether he was just sleepy or actually liked you. So much for understanding him.

"Look, I- I, (Y/N)-"

"If you want me to sing, I can." You smiled through your stupidity and tried to stop from strangling yourself with a rope.

His eyes lit up as he groggily pushed himself up from the other end of the couch and slid towards you.

"Thanks, (Y/N). You are the best." He replied, placing his head on your lap. Consequences be damned, he was already getting detention tomorrow. Might as well do this.

You stilled, trying to form coherent thoughts. Stumbling through your words, you finally relaxed and placed your hand on his head.

Running your fingers through his hair, you decided on the first song that came to your mind.

"FRIDAY?"

"Yes, Ms. (L/N)?"

"If anyone passes by and asks you to translate the song I'm about to sing, don't do it, please."

"Of course, ma'am."

"Also, can you play the instrumental for the song when I start singing? Keep the volume at minimum."

"Okay, Ms. (L/N)."

Peter snuggled into your lap as you cleared your throat.

"Chookar mere mann ko, kiya tumne kya ishara"

"Is that Hindi? What does it mean?" Peter asked sleepily.

You smiled at him. "Sleep, Petey."

FRIDAY started playing the instrumental.

"Chookar mere mann ko, kiya tumne kya ishara"

What did you mean to do, when you touched my heart so?

"Badala ye mausam, lage pyara jag saara"

The seasons changed, and the world seems beautiful!

"Chookar, mere mann ko, kiya tumne kya ishara. Badala ye mausam, lage pyaara jag saara."

"Tu jo kahe jeevan bhar, tere liye mai gaaun"

If you say so, I'll sing for you for a lifetime.

"Tere liye mai gaaun"

I'll sing for you.

"Geet tere bolon pe, likhta chala jaaun"

I can keep on writing music from what you speak

"Likhta chala jaaun"

I can keep on writing...

"Mere geeton mei, tujhe dhoondhe jag saara"

In my songs, the world will search for you.

"Chookar mere mann ko, kiya tumne kya ishara. Badala ye mausam, lage pyaara jag saara."

You rocked him as you sang, his soft, content snores filling you with satisfaction. A smile made it's way on your face without you even realising it.

"Aaja tere aanchal ye, pyaar se mai bhar du"

Come, I'll fill your arms with love.

"Pyaar se mai bhar du"

I'll fill it with love.

"Khushiyan jahabhar ki, tujhko nazar kar du"

I'll gift you all the happiness in the world

"Tujhko nazar kar du"

I will gift you..

"Tu hi mera jeevan, tu hi jeene ka sahaara"

You are my life, you are my reason to live.

"Chookar mere mann ko kiya tumne kya ishara. Badala ye mausam, lage pyaara jag saara."

"Chookar mere mann ko kiya tumne kya ishara."

Closing your eyes, you smiled. Oh the things you would do to stop time at this very moment. You wanted to live in this moment forever.

"That was amazing."

You shrieked, not expecting anyone to be around. You turned, trying to see how many people heard you, groaning when you see almost all the Avengers.

"Why didn't you guys say anything?!" You whisper, trying not to disturb Peter who was sound asleep on your lap.

"Well, you were amazing. And we wouldn't want to awake Pete, now would we?" Tony answered.

"Okay, fair enough."

"What does that mean?"

You blanched. You had hoped this won't come up. You looked at Steve who had asked the question, face filled with confusion just like the rest of them. Of course, they were asking about the song's meaning. Something you'd rather eat shit than having to tell them.

"Nothing. It meant nothing. It's just a song I like." You lied, your tone firm with finality.

"Okay, if you won't answer, I'll ask FRIDAY. Hey, FRIDAY, what did the song that (Y/N) sang mean?"

You swore to God you had never felt so proud of yourself in that moment.

"Sorry, boss. But Ms. (L/N) has asked me to not translate it to anyone."

"What?! I'm the boss here, FRIDAY. Come on. You can't say no to me."

"Sorry, boss. Ms. (L/N) requested to not translate it to anyone. And you fall under that category."

Bucky snorted at Tony's appalled gasp. Nat was trying so hard not to laugh. Sam did not even bother to hide his laughter. Your smile widened, before it dropped. Bruce. Bruce was smiling directly at you. Fuck. He knew. Obviously, he knew. You begged for mercy, mouthing how grateful you will be if he could just shut his mouth and not tell anyone. He snorted before obliging. But you could see his gears turn. And you thought Bruce was the person who did not meddle in people's matters at all. You shook your head. You could talk to him later.

"Hey, doesn't Bruce know Hindi?"

"No!"

[solitaryearthperson]

I'm Not A Hero

Summary: A mistake on a mission makes you question whether you're a hero and Bruce helps you.

(The reader is gender neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably a person of color.)

The sounds of bombs going off and multiple people screaming out was hard to get out of my head, but I tried my hardest to do so. People yelling, crying, and praying in multiple languages was too much for my ears to take. People scattered across everywhere, some on the ground, some in dirt, some in crumbling buildings, bleeding from injuries too severe to heal from was too much for my eyes. I kept seeing them over and over. Even though it had been weeks, almost a month, I couldn't get it out of my head.

"Kid, it's okay. Don't listen to them." Tony patted me on the shoulder and told me this the day after, when it was all over the news.

Every news channel had the same headline: Avengers saves the day, but causes more lives lost. And every one of them had a video of me, the camera zooming in on my figure. They would all pause right at the time my powers went loose and the headlines would change to "Did the Avengers recruit a villain?"

"(Y/N), don't think about it. The news is making it worse than it really is." Natasha told me this when she visited my room the next day, finding me wrapped up in my blanket and watching the news play the video over and over, staring at the image of me on the screen causing so much damage.

"The death toll is in the hundreds now, while the number of injured has reached the thousands," the news caster said.

"Most of those people were already injured or dying before we even got there, (Y/N)," Clint told me, after Natasha left, disappointed that her consoling me didn't help. "You saved a lot of lives. So many people are walking around, breathing, and living because of you."

It didn't matter if that was true or not, it didn't matter that there were people who weren't injured, people who survived and could get back to their regular lives. To me, none of it mattered if the cost of this victory was hundreds, thousands, or even millions of people dying or getting hurt.

I thought I had myself under control. I thought I could handle it. This mission wasn't my first, but it was the first that so many people had died because of me being reckless and overconfident, forgetting the strength of my powers.

"Come to the party, (Y/N)," Steve urged me, with Natasha and Clint beside him. "It'll be fun and we'll see people who are honored and glad that you rescued them."

The party they're referring to is some party/award ceremony being thrown by half the government and half Tony Stark for rescuing so many people. We'll receive awards, and be honored as absolute heroes of the country. I had informed them a few days before that I didn't want to go and instead I would rather stay in my room binge-watch TV, but they insisted, to the point that Nat threatened to kidnap me from my room and force me to attend.

~

"(Y/N)!"

"(Y/N)!"

"(Y/N)!"

Flashes of cameras and reporters calling my name was quite an overwhelming thing that I haven't gotten used to since being on the team. The others told me that it takes time, but if it ever gets too much, it's alright to duck out when I get a chance, and right now, that's exactly how I was feeling.

So many people yelling my name asking what designer I was wearing, what diet I was on, how often did I train, and other questions were still strange to me.

"(Y/N), can you show us some of your powers?"

The question caught me off guard, but I tried to not let it show and responded with a polite smile and said, "Um, maybe some other time. I will give you a great show then." I was fine until I heard the next question.

"Is it because of your last mission?"

The question made me freeze, and I looked around to find if any of the others were around to help me, but suddenly I couldn't find any of them near me. It was like they had suddenly disappeared.

"What do you have to say about the death toll now reaching 1,000?"

"What?" I asked, feeling my heart beat speed up. I hadn't heard about the deaths getting that high.

"Sources say that you have no control over your powers. Is that true?"

"I-I,...um," I didn't know what to say, my tongue suddenly felt numb and I could feel all the hair on my body stand up.

"Why did the Avengers recruit you if you don't have control over yourself?"

"How can the public trust you?"

I wanted to tell them that it was an accident, that it was one slip-up that will never happen again, but I couldn't make myself do it.

"(Y/N)!"

I recognized the voice but I didn't bother looking to see where and who it came from. Before I could hear another question, I quickly walked away from the reporters and left the room. I didn't know where I was going, only that I needed to get as far away from the party as possible.

Before I knew it, I was opening the door of a nearby hallway closet and ran inside, slamming it shut behind me. Not hearing any footsteps behind me, I took a deep breath and stood against the wall, trying to calm my mind and forget the questions, but it was too hard. How did I not know the death toll rose that high? How could I lose control like that? Why did I lose control? Will it happen again?

I could feel my heart beating hard inside me, like it wanted to escape my body, and I could hear it loud in my ears like drums. Why did I come here? I shouldn't have come here! I don't need to be here! I'm not a hero!

I can't breathe! I tried to catch my breath, tried to breathe deeply again, but for some reason I couldn't. The questions from before were now screaming in my head and the images of my blurry figure on the news kept flashing through my mind. I shouldn't be here! I'm not a hero!

"(Y/N)," I heard a voice suddenly say my name through all the noise. I hadn't even realized that I had closed my eyes and I opened them to see Bruce standing before me, closing the closet door, and looking at me with a look of concern on his face.

"Bruce," I asked, trying to breathe, but still failing. "What're you doing here?"

"I saw you rush out and followed you. Are you okay?" He stepped toward me and grabbed me by my shoulders, squeezing them comfortingly.

"I can't breathe," I told him, feeling tears that I had been holding in for the longest begin to run down my face. "I can't be here."

"Hey everything's okay," he tried to tell me.

"I can't go out there! I can't answer any questions! I shouldn't be here after what I did!"

"(Y/N)," his voice was more stern and when I looked into his eyes, I saw nothing but kindness. "Do what I say. Okay?"

I quickly nodded my head.

"Count with me. 1...2...3... Inhale...4...5...6 exhale."

I nodded my head again and looked at him while doing it. "1...2...3," I looked at him before inhaling, seeing him nod, then continued, "4...5...6," then I exhaled slowly.

"Good. Do it again."

We continued to do this for a couple more minutes. He was patient and counted along with me, then inhaled and exhaled with me too. Each time we did it, I began to breathe easier, and my heart beat began to slow down, but the questions and memories of the mission and the video on the news kept running through my mind over and over again. When he finally saw my breathing become normal, that's when he chose to ask the question that I was dreading to hear him ask.

"Why are you in here?"

"I couldn't take being out there anymore. I had to get away."

"Why? What did they ask you?"

Another question I was dreading to hear, but I tried to suck up as much courage and answer him honestly. "They asked about my powers, and what happened on the mission, and," I could hear my voice begin to tremble, but I ignored it and continued speaking, "They told me about the deaths...that it's in the thousands now."

A look of recognition came over his face and he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me into a hug that I was not expecting, but greatfully accepted. Bruce was more shy than everyone else and kept his distance from the others, so this absolutely surprised me.

"I know how you feel, (Y/N)."

"You do?"

"Yeah," he replied with a little laugh. "The hulk had done some damage in the past. For good and bad."

Oh yeah. I had forgotten about the things the hulk has done. So many people are fans of the Avengers now, including Bruce, that I briefly forgot about the damage to New York.

"What do you mean 'you shouldn't be here', (Y/N)?"

Pulling away, I sniffed, and quickly wiped away the tears from my face before answering him, "The others wanted me to come, but I don't think I should be here. I don't feel like a hero. I feel like a-"

"Monster," he finished for me, making me smile a little. "The others don't have powers like ours. We make a small mistake, it can have big consequences."

"How do you deal with it? The death. Destruction. I don't feel like a hero anymore. I feel like a fraud."

"No matter how much that voice in your head tells you differently, you're a hero. You can't save everyone, all the time. There's gonna be lots of victories, but some sadness as well. Try to find ways to distract yourself. "

"How?"

He sighed loudly before replying, "Meditation, yoga, reading, maybe sports. Try to find a hobby that you know will quickly distract you and make you not think for a while."

As Bruce spoke, I couldn't help but be really moved and quite sad. I've never really interacted with him outside of the usual mission, and sometimes forgot he was there. This whole time I never thought about how he has gone through the same thing as I have and more. Realizing this also made me feel a little sympathy as well as I realize that not only has he gone through this before, but he's also had to cope with everything I'm feeling before, only he had to cope by himself.

"So do you wanna try going back out there or stay here a little longer?"

Just the thought of going back out there and knowing that there's a possibility that I'll have to answer anymore questions made me feel sick, so I quickly shook my head.

"I wanna stay here." He nodded his head in understanding and before he could turn, I asked, "Could you stay and keep me company? You don't have to if you don't wanna."

"Sure," he said, then took out his phone and moved to sit on the floor. He looked up at me and patted the spot next to him. "You wanna watch some Netflix till the party's over?"

I smiled and happily sat down next to him, ready to watch whatever just as long as I didn't go back out there.

"What do you think of 'The Witcher'?"

"My favorite," I told him, scooting closer to look down at the phone.

Who knew that me and Dr. Banner had so much in common with each other?!

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

The Best Part

The Best Part

Bucky x POC!Reader

Wordcount: 2014

Summary:

The team finds out Bucky’s favorite thing about you and why he loves to spend all his time at your place. And maybe a hidden talent of his as well.

Warnings:

Sweet and fluffy with a generous dash of naughty. 18+ ONLY MDNI.

Notes:

This is a self indulgent birthday gift to myself. It will only be posted here and on my main page. Enjoy or don’t. It’s up to you.

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

If only the world knew just how “normal” the Avengers were when they weren’t out saving the world time and time again.

I’m fortunate enough to be one of the few privy to all the chaos and domesticity the team can get up to. Like tonight. It’s nothing fancy. Not at all like a “typical” Stark party with all the frills, bells and whistles.

No, tonight is low key and full of laughter. Somehow a karaoke machine, controlled by JARVIS, has been placed in the common room. Instead of just going up and singing a song on your own, you know the usual rules of karaoke, the team has decided that you must be volunteered to sing. You have no choice in song, that is up to the person who nominated you for the stage. If you refuse to sing, you must drink.

So far, there has only been 2 people who chose to drink. Bruce, who was nominated to sing “Bein’ Green” and Thor who just wanted to drink anyway.

“Next up, nominated by Sam,” JARVIS begins, “is Mr.Barnes and his far better half. Set to sing Best Part by H.E.R as a duet.”

I turn to my brooding boyfriend with a knowing smile adorning my face. We exchange a look, an acknowledgement of what is about to happen. I stand to my feet and reach a hand out to Bucky. He places his larger hand in mine, and we make our way to the makeshift stage.

“You’re really going to do it.” Sam starts laughing. “I truly thought you’d just drink. This is going to be so good. Let me get my phone out.”

The song begins with my part highlighted first. The words lighting up purple. But I don’t need them. The words flow out of me with ease. As they do every time I’ve recited them in the kitchen while cooking or cleaning around the house.

There was a moment of shock when my singing voice began to filter through the room, melodious and sweet. A talent of mine has now been exposed to the team for the first time. Something that I’ve done for so long that I forget that not everyone has heard me this way.

Nothing can beat Sam’s reaction when Bucky’s part comes up though. Without missing a beat he turns and sings directly to me. A smooth voice that I have heard time and time again. Secretly one of my favorite sounds.

Sam standing there, mouth agape, in utter shock, will forever be engraved in my mind. Right next to the shit eating grin my wolf has plastered to his face.

We slip into the harmonies with ease. This is a song we know very well. Humming and singing it through out the day when were at my place. The room is silent as we finish our song. Uncaring of the stares as we sing to each other.

It remains quiet for a beat or two after our last note.

“YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING SHITTING ME!” Sam shouts. “Your ice cold ass can sing? And with some swagger too. What the fuck man?”

I can’t help but burst out in laughter. “The look on your face is worth every moment of never telling you his little secret.”

“Steve, did you know about this?”

“What? Buck being able to sing?”

“Yes!”

“Yeah. It was just another thing that helped him with the dames back in the day. Didn’t know she could sing too though. That was a nice little surprise.”

“You sang that too well. How come?” Sam asks with suspicion.

Bucky is the one to answer. “It’s the first song I ever heard her sing. I found out about her voice by accident. Came to surprise her when I got back early from a mission. Thought it was the radio until I walked into the kitchen and saw it was in fact her entertaining herself while she cleaned.”

He kisses my temple before continuing. “And now I get to hear it every chance I can. It’s my second favorite thing about coming home to her. I hear her voice in my head when I’m a mission even. Helps keep me grounded.”

“That’s sweet. Second favorite though? What’s number one?” Nat asks.

He pulls me close. Placing me him front of him as be hugs me from behind. “Nothing beats the sweet she sounds she makes for me behind closed doors.” He nips my neck in the one spot he knows drives me wild.

Nat just grins and takes a sip of her drink.

“TMI man. We didn’t need to know that.” Sam whines.

“Aww, it’s okay birdbrain. I know you’re just jealous you don’t have a sexy woman of your own to scream your name. It’ll happen someday.”

The team erupts in laughter.

“Ha, ha. Who’s next up?”

“You are actually.” JARVIS chimes in.

I’m in the bathroom, washing my hands when I hear the door slowly open behind me. I look up into the mirror to find a pair of icy blues staring back at me.

“I’m a need ya to stay just like that doll.”

“Can I turn the water off at least.”

“Please do. Don’t want the sound drowning out all the lovely noises I’m about to pull out of you.”

“Everyone is right down the hall Bucky. What if they hear me?”

“Oh, I’m betting on it baby girl.”

He stands behind me, the warmth of him radiating through my thin dress. With purposeful movement he raises my dress until it pools around my waist. Exposing the lacy g string I put on to save me from panty lines.

“Mm. This ass just never quits. Got me drooling over watching it jiggle and bounce as I pound you from behind.”

I let out a whimper. The image he provided, dampening the little scrap of fabric even further.

My breath hitches in my chest when I feel his fingers ghost along my spine until they land on my hips. Teasing the waistband of my thong.

He painstakingly pulls down the soaked undergarment inch by unhurried inch. My impatience gets the better of me as I whine a soft “Please” while rubbing my thighs together.

He “tsk’s” at me as he continues to remove my g string.

I carefully step out of them. Widening my legs, I bend further over the vanity. Arching my back so that my glistening thighs, and dripping wet pussy is on full display.

He lets out a growl so deep that I feel it resonate down to my clit. I can hear the metal clang of his arm shifting as he undoes his belt and pulls down his zipper. Followed quickly by his fingers broaching my weeping hole. Making sure to apply pressure to that sweet spongy spot that has my knees begin to weaken.

“I can feel your little walls clenching down on my fingers already, doll. You’ve been thinking about this as much as I have. Go head baby. Come for me real good. I know you want to.”

He speeds up his ministrations. Determined to have me fall to pieces. Soaking his thick digits with my sweet nectar, before he makes me come apart on his cock. He’s a stickler about making me come before I take him.

I can feel the coil tightening in my core at a rapid pace. My walls pulsing in time with my quickening heart rate. The world blacks out for a moment, as every muscle in my body clenches down, and releases with a rush, all at once.

A devilish grin meets me in the mirror as the haze clears away. I watch as he releases his thick girth from the confines of his jeans. Using my slick as lube he gives himself a few strokes before teasing his tip along my folds.

“I’ve been thinking about this all night, Doll. Driving myself crazy with thoughts of having this little pussy wrapped around me so tightly. I’m so worked up I can’t be held accountable for what I’m about to do to you within earshot of our friends.” He places his hands on my ass. Giving my cheeks a squeeze before spreading them wide to notch himself at my entrance.

With a groan his thrusts forward. Splitting me open on his thick cock as he ruins me further for any other man. I can’t help but moan at the pleasure his length brings.

“That’s right baby girl. This is pussy was made just. For. Me.” He grits out as he buries himself as deep as he can go.

Our eyes connect in the mirror once more and it’s like a switch flips within him. His hips begin a fervent pace. As if with each thrust, he’s searing his name into my flesh to remain there forever. It’s an intoxicating cocktail of pain and pleasure and I am helpless in it’s wake.

Either unaware or uncaring of our surroundings and the subsequent audience we could attract, I succumb to the whims of our carnal dance. Professing my pleasure with each rise of my voice as my moans turn into a song all their own.

As soon as our tryst began it seems to be reaching it’s climax. Neither one of us is able to resist the pull of release.

“Fuck baby. I’m so close. Gonna fill you up so good, you’re going to be leaking me the rest of the night.”

“Please, Bucky. Give me everything you have. I want it all.”

“Such a greedy little slut.” He growls. “I fucking love how needy you are for me. But you know I’m going to need you to come for me one more time baby girl. Gotta feel my pussy squeezing me real tight before I give you your reward. Just like that. Yes. Come on. Come for me doll face.”

With his command and the unwavering movement of his hips I come undone once more. Letting lose a moan to rival Sasha Grey on her best day. There is without a doubt no way that the team did not hear me. I should feel some type of way about it but honestly, I feel too damn good to care.

“That’s it. Let them know just how good I make you feel baby. Fuck your squeezing me so fucking tight I can barely move. Oh fuck. I’m gonna come. Fuck fuck fuck…”

He goes completely still and I feel the warmth of his cum coat my womb with every twitch. It sets off a mini orgasm of my own that has me clutching the vanity for dear life so that I won’t collapse beneath the weight of a super soldier.

Bucky places his forehead between my shoulder blades as we catch our breath. With a kiss to my nape he rises back to his full height and pulls out of me. Making sure to push any errant drops of his seed back into my body before pulling my g string back up into place.

He rights my dress and then spins me around to face him.

“Ready to go do our walk of shame baby girl?”

“Shame for who? I’m not ashamed of what you just did to my body. And by the look on your face, you sure as shit aren’t either.”

“True.” He grins. “Does that mean I can rub it in Sams face when we get out there?”

I roll my eyes at his antics, as I make for the door. “Whatever makes you happy Wolfie. I’m too blissed out to care.”

We make it one step back into the common room before Sam is pointing in our direction.

“You are such a fucking asshole man. Not only did your nasty ass have to fuck your girl in the bathroom we all use. But you had to make sure the whole damn floor heard it.”

“Feeling inadequate Sam?”

“Fuck you man.”

“Sorry buddy, I’m a little empty right now.”

And that is when the Falcon launched himself over the couch to chase a White Wolf.

[missacidburn928]

LUNATIC Chapter 4 Sneak Peek

"I've been summoned" you proclaim, as you walk into the enormous lab, the AI directed you to, occupied by earth's mightiest scientists. 

Bruce looks up from his table, a surprised expression on his face at seeing you stand before them.

"Honestly I wasn't sure you would show." Tony states as he continues tinkering. "After seeing your little weapons lab in your warehouse -"

"Lair." You correct him. "Tartarus is far more than a warehouse."

"Right." He nods his head, finally turning to face you. "I figured you might want to play with my toys. Get a fresh set of eyes on some ideas I've been working on. Maybe create something I, in my vast knowledge, wouldn't have thought of."

"Are your toys the only thing I get to play with? You pulled me from rehearsing a new rather intense set with Walt & August that involved some cleverly placed mirrors." Your eyes wander his secretly built frame before moving over to a still confused looking Banner, sending a wink in his direction when your eyes meet.

"I fully consent to any form of playtime your offering. If I'm being honest, I'm a bit jealous the others have had you before me. I am the playboy after all."

"And I'm the vigilante sex worker with a lust for blood and debauchery." You husk out. "I get it. I also understand that as much as you like to play up the Dom vibes you're really more of a Switch."

"You can sense that huh?" He teases.

"Part of my day job is to read people and give them what they need."

"And what do I need?"

"Someone to match your energy." You walk up to his bench, looking for something to tinker with as you continue. "To be willing to drop to their knees when you want to exert your power. But also able to grab a fist full of your hair and take what they want from you." 

"And what energy am I giving off now?"

You step between him and the bench, chests pressed against each other. You run a hand up his chest, tapping his arc reactor once before continuing your trek up his neck and around to the back of his head. Your fingers dance along his nape, tickling the shorn locks before grabbing a fistful and wrenching his head back and pushing him down onto his knees. 

"You want me to use you for my pleasure. You need to know that you can make me feel as good as the others have. You're dying to know if my pussy tastes as delicious and feels as tight as they say it does. But you don't want to take it from me. You want me to make you work for it. Earn my orgasms." You tug on his hair and he lets out a whimper. "That sound about right?"

"Fuck." He readjusts himself in his sweats, looking up at you with pupils dilated with lust. "I really want to give a smartass response here but you've hit the nail on the head and I'm really distracted by the view."

A wicked smile crosses your face. "Bruce. If you don't want to watch me make Tony worship my body like a temple I suggest you retreat to somewhere else."

"I'm good where I am." He states, locking eyes with you. "I'm due a much needed break anyway. Told I work too much. Might as well enjoy a show while I'm at it."

You turn back to Tony. "Undo my jeans and remove them."

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