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bethsvrse ยท 6 months
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STOP MAKING MY LIL AWKWARD NERDY BOYS BE CONFIDENT AND SO SURE OF THEMSELVES!!! I LIKE THEM BECAUSE THEYโ€™RE NERDY NOT BECAUSE YOU FANFIC WRITERS MAKE THEM EGO MANIC ASSHOLES
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science-hoes ยท 1 year
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I donโ€™t want to hear โ€œOh Iโ€™m sorry you had a bad day, here are some flowersโ€
I want to hear โ€œOh Iโ€™m sorry you had a bad day, hereโ€™s a new x reader fic with your comfort characterโ€
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mx-pastelwriting ยท 6 months
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Kinktober 2023 Masterlist
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Hello! I am doing Kinktober this year; here is the month's menu.
Minors do not interact!
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1 โ˜† ๐˜ฝ๐™š๐™œ๐™œ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ: ๐˜ผ๐™ก๐™š๐™Ÿ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™๐™ง๐™ค ๐™‘๐™–๐™ง๐™œ๐™–๐™จ
2 โ˜† ๐™ˆ๐™–๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง๐™—๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™๐™–๐™˜๐™š: ๐˜ฟ๐™–๐™ง๐™ฎ๐™ก ๐˜ฟ๐™ž๐™ญ๐™ค๐™ฃ
3 โ˜† ๐™ˆ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™จ๐™š๐™ญ: ๐˜ฝ๐™ค ๐™Ž๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™ก๐™–๐™ž๐™ง
4 โ˜† ๐˜ฝ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ: ๐˜พ๐™–๐™ง๐™ก๐™ž๐™จ๐™ก๐™š ๐˜พ๐™ช๐™ก๐™ก๐™š๐™ฃ
5 โ˜† ๐˜ฝ๐™ž๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™๐™™๐™–๐™ฎ ๐™Ž๐™š๐™ญ: ๐™€๐™™๐™™๐™ž๐™š ๐˜ฝ๐™ง๐™ค๐™˜๐™ 
6 โ˜† ๐™๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™จ๐™ค๐™ข๐™š: ๐™‘๐™ค๐™ก๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™ง๐™ž ๐™†๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™จ
7 โ˜† ๐˜ฝ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™™๐™–๐™œ๐™š: ๐™๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™š ๐™†๐™ง๐™–๐™ฎ
8 โ˜† ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ: ๐™‡๐™ช๐™˜๐™ž๐™ช๐™จ ๐™ˆ๐™–๐™ก๐™›๐™ค๐™ฎ
9 โ˜† ๐™๐™–๐™˜๐™š ๐™Ž๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ: ๐™Ž๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™ก๐™–๐™ž๐™ง ๐˜ฝ๐™ง๐™ฎ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ
10 โ˜† ๐˜พ๐™ค๐™˜๐™  ๐™’๐™–๐™ง๐™ข๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ: ๐™Ž๐™ฃ๐™–๐™ฅ๐™š
11 โ˜† ๐˜ฝ๐™ก๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™๐™›๐™ค๐™ก๐™™: ๐˜พ๐™๐™–๐™ง๐™ก๐™š๐™จ ๐™Ž๐™ข๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™
12 โ˜† ๐™‹๐™๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š ๐™Ž๐™š๐™ญ: ๐™๐™–๐™›๐™–๐™š๐™ก ๐˜ฝ๐™–๐™ง๐™—๐™–
13 โ˜† ๐™Ž๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฅ ๐™๐™š๐™–๐™จ๐™š: ๐™ƒ๐™ค๐™จ๐™š๐™– ๐™ˆ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ฌ๐™จ
14 โ˜† ๐˜พ๐™–๐™ง ๐™Ž๐™š๐™ญ: ๐™ƒ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™  ๐˜ผ๐™ฃ๐™™๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™ค๐™ฃ
15 โ˜† ๐™๐™๐™ž๐™œ๐™ ๐™๐™ž๐™™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ: ๐™๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฎ ๐™Ž๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ง๐™ 
16 โ˜† ๐™Ž๐™š๐™ญ ๐™๐™–๐™ฅ๐™š: ๐˜ฝ๐™ง๐™ช๐™˜๐™š ๐˜ฝ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ง
17 โ˜† ๐™Ž๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™ฎ ๐˜ฟ๐™ž๐™ฅ๐™ฅ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ: ๐™๐™š๐™ข๐™ช๐™จ ๐™‡๐™ช๐™ฅ๐™ž๐™ฃ
18 โ˜† ๐™ƒ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™š ๐™๐™ช๐™˜๐™ : ๐˜ฟ๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™˜๐™ ๐™‘๐™–๐™ฃ ๐˜ฟ๐™š๐™ง ๐™‡๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™๐™š
19 โ˜† ๐™‹๐™ง๐™š๐™œ๐™ฃ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™ฎ: ๐˜ผ๐™ก๐™›๐™ž๐™š ๐™Ž๐™ค๐™ก๐™ค๐™ข๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™จ
20 โ˜† ๐™Š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง ๐™Ž๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ข๐™ช๐™ก๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ: ๐™๐™ค๐™ข๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™Ž๐™๐™š๐™ก๐™—๐™ฎ
21 โ˜† ๐™๐™ž๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™—๐™š๐™™: ๐™๐™๐™ค๐™ข๐™–๐™จ ๐™ƒ๐™š๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ฉ
22 โ˜† ๐™ˆ๐™ž๐™ง๐™ง๐™ค๐™ง ๐™Ž๐™š๐™ญ: ๐™ƒ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™—๐™–๐™ก
23 โ˜† ๐™Š๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™™๐™ค๐™ค๐™ง: ๐˜พ๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™ž๐™–/๐™‹๐™–๐™ฅ๐™– ๐™€๐™ข๐™š๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™จ ๐™„๐™‘
24 โ˜† ๐™‡๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™š๐™ง๐™ž๐™š: ๐™”๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™™๐™ช ๐™๐™™๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™–
25 โ˜† ๐˜ฟ๐™ค๐™ช๐™—๐™ก๐™š ๐™‹๐™š๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ: ๐™๐™ค๐™ข๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™Ž๐™๐™š๐™ก๐™—๐™ฎ & ๐˜ผ๐™ก๐™›๐™ž๐™š ๐™Ž๐™ค๐™ก๐™ค๐™ข๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™จ
26 โ˜† ๐™‚๐™–๐™œ๐™œ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ: ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™‚๐™ช๐™ข/๐™๐™–๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐™จ๐™๐™ž๐™ง๐™ค ๐™๐™ค๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ข๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™จ๐™ช
27 โ˜† ๐™๐™ค๐™ง๐™˜๐™š๐™™ ๐™Š๐™ง๐™œ๐™–๐™จ๐™ข: ๐™๐™š๐™œ๐™œ๐™ž๐™š ๐™†๐™ง๐™–๐™ฎ
28 โ˜† ๐™Ž๐™๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™š๐™ง: ๐™…๐™ค๐™๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™ฎ ๐˜ฟ๐™ค๐™œ๐™จ
29 โ˜† ๐™’๐™–๐™ญ ๐™‹๐™ก๐™–๐™ฎ: ๐™€๐™ฃ๐™™๐™š๐™–๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ง
30 โ˜† ๐˜พ๐™๐™ค๐™˜๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ: ๐™‰๐™š๐™œ๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™Ž๐™ข๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™
31 โ˜† ๐™‘๐™ž๐™—๐™ง๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ง ๐™’๐™–๐™ง: ๐™…๐™ž๐™ข ๐™ƒ๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ง
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Some series that I have going on will be pushed back or paused due to this, but none the less, I hope you enjoy!
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lesbian-deadpool ยท 1 year
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Y/N: If I had shape shifting powers I would abuse the hell out of them.
Y/N: Like if I'm arguing with someone, I'd turn into their dead relative.
Tony: Genius.
Bruce: *Booking them both more therapy sessions*
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book-place-incorrect-quotes ยท 8 months
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Nick Fury: Please sing the national anthem of the United States
Steve: *singing* Oh, say can you see, by the dawns early light-
Natasha: *singing* Whatโ€™s so proudly, we hailed-
Bruce: *singing* At the twilights last gleaming-
Y/N: *singing* AND IIIIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYSSS LOVE YOUUUUUUU-
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ladyinwriting18 ยท 5 months
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The Start Of Something New (Bruce BannerxReader)
Summary: Meeting you sparks something new for Bruce AND Hulk.
Words: 5,852 Warnings: Sex on the first date, PIV, Oral sex (female receiving), Hulk is a flirt, Only sex with Bruce tho.
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When Tony had handed over the username and password to a newly made dating profile, Bruce had been very confused, and honestly, a tad reluctant.
However, after being hounded by his best friend to just give it a try, he gave in. The first few swipes had gone horribly. Most women unmatched with him after the first few messages. Or worse, they knew he was in the Avengers and had some sort of weird fetish about it. That is until he matched with you. Sweet, funny, beautiful, hard-working you.ย 
You were like a meteor that knocked him out of orbit.
Something different than anything he had experienced with other partners. Messaging back and forth in the app had quickly turned into an exchange of numbers. Texting with you had been easier because it gave Bruce time to analyze his responses, but hearing your laugh while talking on the phone? God, he was certain there was no better sound. You were so open and honest that communicating came naturally. Which wasnโ€™t something he was used to after his failed relationship with Natasha. He pushes those thoughts from his mind and instead focuses on nervously pacing outside of the Aquarium. After a month of good morning texts and late-night phone callsโ€”today is the day. The day the two of you would finally meet in person and go on your first real date. You two had shared coffee over Facetime a few times, but to Bruce those werenโ€™t dates. This would decide if youโ€™d want to continue communicating. And though you made him feel at ease whenever the two of you spoke, the thought of fucking it all up weighs heavily on him. Bruce checks his watch for the fifth time before catching sight of his reflection in the glass exterior of the building. He fixes his hair while giving himself a pep talk. โ€œCome on, Bruce. Youโ€™ve got this. Donโ€™t overthink it, just be yourself.โ€ Your Uber pulls up just as he finishes his words of affirmation. He quickly straightens his back and turns to see you just as you step out of the car. Youโ€™re wearing the prettiest little sundress that sways softly in the summer breeze. He gulps. You look perfect. Jogging over to you, he holds out his hand to help you up onto the curb. โ€œHey!โ€ He closes the car door behind you with a nervous smile, โ€œT-thanks for coming. You look amazing.โ€
You can tell that Bruce is nervous and it warms your heart. Little does he know that you feel similar. Not only is he a brilliant scientist, but he has saved the world multiple timesโ€ฆwhat right do you have to spend time with him? You try not to let your insecurities show and squeeze his hand, not only as a comfort to him, but for you as well. โ€œAw Bruce, thank you. Thatโ€™s so sweet of you to say.โ€ You let yourself size him up before quirking your head to the side. โ€œYou look rather handsome.โ€ His cheeks flush, though he tries to hide it by talking about where heโ€™s chosen to take you for your date.
โ€œI was glad to hear that you enjoy the aquarium.โ€ He keeps your hand in his as he steers you towards the entrance. โ€œI thought it would be the perfect place to bring a so-fish-ticated woman like yourself.โ€ Bruce laughs at his own dad joke before rubbing his face in embarrassment. Tony had told him to keep the dumb jokes at a minimum. But then his ears perk up at the sound of you giggling and a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. Just like the first time he heard you laugh over the phone, heโ€™s instantly put at ease, โ€œThank you for not clam-ming up at my terrible humor.โ€ You giggle harder, your free hand coming up to grip his bicep. โ€œYour humor is not terrible!โ€ you lightly scold as you approach the first tank of colorful fish. They instantly capture your attention. โ€œWow, theyโ€™re all so beautiful!โ€ Your hand on Bruceโ€™s bicep feels so warm. He canโ€™t stop himself from staring at your reflection in the glassโ€”you look good together.ย 
โ€œWhich one is your favorite?โ€ he asks to stop himself from planning out an entire future with you. Itโ€™s too soon for that. Especially when there are so many variables that could mess things up. You tilt your head to the side, taking a moment to respond, โ€œHmmm, probably this one.โ€ You point to a fish with a blend of blue and purple scales.ย 
He nods and looks at the corresponding identification card printed next to the tank.
โ€œOh look here, that one is native to Wakanda. The scales are used to produce important and sustainable fertilizer for their diverse agricultural offerings.โ€ He realizes heโ€™s rambling, and looks to you wide-eyed. โ€œSorry, I tend to ramble when I get excited.โ€ You smile and turn to face him fully. โ€œThereโ€™s nothing to apologize for. Youโ€™re so smart, Bruce. I could listen to you talk for hours.โ€ Sheepishly, he rubs the back of his neck. He canโ€™t deny that the praise feels good but he feels undeserving. โ€œI mean I only read what the identification card says,โ€ he deflects with a teasing grin, hoping the joke would hide his insecurities. You cock your hip before playfully swatting at his upper arm. Thereโ€™s such a fire in you. Bruce adores it. โ€œYou know what I mean, Doctor Banner. Now, show me which fish is your favorite?โ€ Your curiosity about his interests has him lighting up. He doesnโ€™t hesitate to pull you over to another tank. โ€œMy favorite is right over here.โ€ Dropping your hand, he instead comes to stand behind you. With one hand on your waist and the other pointing out the fish. He hadnโ€™t meant to tuck you so perfectly against him, but he did, and now he doesnโ€™t ever want to move away. The smell of your shampoo and perfume mix together, leaving him totally captivated. It takes all his restraint to keep talking and not bury his face into your hair.ย 
โ€œThatโ€™s the puffer fish, or Tetraodontidae. They have this defense mechanism, so basically, when they are threatened, they can expand to over double their size. I guess I have a soft spot for them.โ€ย 
You find yourself leaning back against his chest as you listen to his explanation. His reasoning not only makes perfect sense but shows you how insightful he can be. โ€œI can understand why. Itโ€™s almost like you and Hulk.โ€ You turn your head to meet his gaze. Itโ€™s only then that you both realize just how close youโ€™ve both become. Bruce canโ€™t help but notice that his lips are inches from yours. โ€œYes. Itโ€™s like me and Hulk.โ€ His voice comes out huskier than he intends. Thereโ€™s a tension building. One thatโ€™s begging to break free. All either one of you would have to do is close the last remaining inches, but before you can, Bruceโ€™s watch beeps. It breaks the trance and has you both stepping back from one another. He checks his watch and silences the alarm. โ€œShoot, we have to hurry. Thereโ€™s something I need to show you!โ€ Without another word, he takes your hand and starts leading you to another part of the aquarium. Thereโ€™s a bounce in his step as he walks you to the big surprise. His whole reason for picking the aquarium for your first date is because on your dating profile, you had written that your favorite animals are otters. Bruce had tucked this piece of information away until he needed it. He had painstakingly looked for an aquarium that not only had an otters exhibit but gave people the chance to pet them. He couldnโ€™t wait to see the look on your face when you found out. But when you both turn the corner you are instead faced with a giant sign that reads โ€œExhibit Closed for Renovationโ€. His heart drops and the blood in his veins starts to boil. He had checked the website! Had planned the entire date around this! โ€œThe website said it was going to be open!โ€ he grits out as the hand not holding yours clenches into a fist. He feels Hulk beneath his skin, tugging to be let out. Bruce tries to suppress the feeling, but his chest begins to heave. Things have been better between them. No longer did he treat Hulk as a monster but as a part of him. Bruce made space for him in his home and life, which led to them not needing to fight one another for control. Instead, they attempted to live side by side. However, this is different. It mirrors a time when even the slightest inconvenience would trigger the Hulk. The tips of his ears and fingers prickle to a subtle shade of green. โ€œThis isnโ€™t fair. Now everything is ruined!โ€ He lets out a low growl and grips the hand heโ€™s holding until you wince. You donโ€™t have time to respond before youโ€™re forced to rip your hand out of his grasp. Thatโ€™s when you notice the color of his fingertips. Not knowing what to do to help, but not willing to abandon him, you step in front of him and cup his face. โ€œBruce? I need you to look at me. Nothing is ruined.โ€ As you talk, you maneuver him backward until youโ€™re both tucked away in a corner close to an emergency exit. You figure this is the best place for him to be if he did in fact lose control. Unfortunately, Bruce doesnโ€™t respond. Instead, he tucks his chin to his chest and continues to breathe heavily. You say his name with a little more force, but still, nothing. Heโ€™s too preoccupied with the fury bubbling in his stomach. It causes tendrils of anger to spread through his limbs. Your words are muffled and your touch is hot. All his internal attempts to calm himself are destroyed by the deep seeded anger and self-loathing.ย 
โ€œThis always happens. I canโ€™t do anything right. Everything is ruined.โ€ Youโ€™re more panicked now, itโ€™s evident in your tone. โ€œForget about the otters! I donโ€™t care. Please, Bruce, Iโ€™m just happy to be here with you!โ€ What do you do? How do you break him from this spell? You needed him to focus on the good! An idea pops into your mind and before you have a chance to think it overโ€ฆyou do it. You grip his face, jerking it towards you, and kiss himโ€”hard on the mouth. Your arms encircle his neck, putting your all into the kiss and trembling slightly. All you can do is pray your plan works and he kisses you back. For Bruce, his world stops spinning and time stands still. The kiss is enough to bring him back to the present. His heart rate settles and his skin tone reverts to normal, but his eyes are shut tight. He canโ€™t kiss you back, not like this. Not when you were only kissing him for your safety. So he gently pushes you away. โ€œT-Thank youโ€ฆfor that but Iโ€™mโ€ฆIโ€™m sorry. You shouldnโ€™t have had toโ€ฆdo that just to shut me up.โ€ His words confuse you and you speak over him before he can continue, โ€œI didnโ€™t do it to shut you up! I did it because I wanted to and because I thought giving you something happy to think about would help.โ€ You lose your nerve, faltering momentarily. โ€œIโ€ฆIโ€™m sorry if I was wrong. I shouldnโ€™t have kissed you without your consent.โ€ Bruceโ€™s brow furrows and he finally meets your gaze again. โ€œWait, you wanted to kiss me?โ€ You nod in earnest and he smiles. He brings his hand to cup your cheek. โ€œYou were so brave and strong. I canโ€™t thank you enough for being here for me.โ€ You relax into his touch, letting your face rest in his palm. Youโ€™re so beautiful and sweet. It makes Bruce long for things he hasnโ€™t allowed himself to want. โ€œIโ€™m also sorry for assuming you were kissing me out of pity. I guess I just couldnโ€™t imagine anyone wanting to kissโ€ฆthat.โ€ He motions behind him, to where the Hulk had almost been standing.ย 
You tilt your head to the side, giving him a questionable look. โ€œThe Hulk is just a part of you. I know youโ€™re used to people being afraid of him, but Iโ€™m not. I would kiss you, him, and anything else in between.โ€ His cheeks twinge pink. Someone kissing Hulk? That wasnโ€™t something Bruce could even fathom, but the feeling of his pulse skipping a beat tells him that his green counterpart is excited by the offer. Nervously, he chuckles at the realization. โ€œW-Why donโ€™t we take things one step at a time?โ€ He says this not only to you but to appease Hulk into calming down. You take his hand and nod in agreement. The touch sends tingles from his palm and up his arm, making him feel bold. โ€œCan Iโ€ฆI mean, may I kiss you? For real this time?โ€ You nod with a smile and Bruce closes the distance between you. The kiss is soft and chaste but he can still taste the sweetness of your mouth. He hums at the taste but pulls away before he loses himself. โ€œThereโ€™s one more thing I wanted to show you.โ€ He extends his hand to you. โ€œCome with me?โ€ You take it and let him lead you to the back of the aquarium. He leads you past countless tanks of exotic fish until you come to a dark room. So dark that itโ€™s almost pitch black, but quickly your eyes adjust, revealing tanks filled with various-sized jellyfish. You gasp at how delicate they are, their subtle glow showing their translucence. Their bodies pushing and pulling them through the water in an almost intricate dance.ย 
โ€œDid you know that jellyfish are the world's oldest animal?โ€ You shake your head โ€˜noโ€™, transfixed on the tanks before you but soaking in his words like a sponge. โ€œScientists have found fossils indicating they preceded dinosaurs. I think they're magical.โ€ Youโ€™re alone in this small dark space, and Bruce steps closer to whisper into your ear. โ€œI think youโ€™re pretty magical too.โ€
You gasp and turn towards him, whispering his name just before he captures your lips in another kiss. Heโ€™s more confident now, pulling you closer by your waist and gripping your hips tightly. You make out like teenagers, anxious and hungry for more. He whimpers at how good you feel and you canโ€™t help but shudder against him in response. Your hands slide up to wrap around his broad shoulders. You feel safe in his arms so you push your body flush against him. He responds in turn, opening his mouth so that your tongues can touch. Youโ€™re so turned on that youโ€™re certain youโ€™ll combust, but he breaks the kiss. Heโ€™s breathing hard, clearly attempting to calm his heart rate. You give him space to do so and instead lace your fingers with his. He smiles his thanks before speaking. โ€œHow about on the way out, we take you to the gift shop so I can buy you a stuffed otter to make up for not being able to see the real ones?โ€ You nod in excitement until it clicks that the date will be ending soon. โ€œI would love that, butโ€ฆwhat if after, I didnโ€™t want to go home? What if I wanted to go home with you?โ€ It takes Bruce a few moments to process exactly what youโ€™re asking, but once it does his eyebrows shoot up his forehead. โ€œYes! Uhโ€ฆI mean, I would be honored.โ€ The gift shop, walking to his car, and the drive to his home go by in a blur. One minute, you were asking him to take you home, and the next, you were holding a stuffed otter in your lap as he opened the car door for you.
You smile at the gesture, letting him help you out of his car, and walking up the front steps to his home. Little do you know, Bruce is holding his breath in hopes that he hadnโ€™t left his home a mess before leaving. He sighs in relief after unlocking the door and seeing that the house is relatively clean. You step forward, taking in your surroundings, but his eyes are taking in your body. He imagines taking you to his bed and undressing you slowly. You move about his home, having no idea he was undressing you with his eyes. โ€œYou have a lovely home, Bruce. Most guyโ€™s homes areโ€ฆwellโ€ฆgross.โ€ You giggle to yourself before placing your otter on the couch. He says your name in a way that make the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. It sounds hotโ€ฆneedyโ€ฆsexual. You turn to him, and like the opposite ends of two magnets, youโ€™re pulled togetherโ€“crashing into each other. No longer able to resist, your hands grope and mouths meet. You want to beg for more but heโ€™s already hoisting you up by the waist and carrying you down the hall. You donโ€™t know where heโ€™s taking you, and frankly, you donโ€™t care as long as he keeps kissing you.ย 
He stumbles while pushing open his bedroom door with his foot, but quickly regains his stride over to his bed so he can carefully lay you down. Your hair fans out along his pillows and he sighs. โ€œFuck, youโ€™re beautiful.โ€ย 
Hearing him curse has you biting your bottom lip. You grip his shirt and tug him towards you until heโ€™s leaning over you. โ€œI want you, Bruce. Iโ€™ve wanted you since the first time we talked on the phone.โ€ He nearly chokes at your confession because heโ€™s certain he had made an utter fool of himself on that phone call. โ€œPleaseโ€ฆโ€ Your plea breaks him from his thoughts as your fingers start working on unbuttoning his shirt. โ€œPlease donโ€™t make me wait anymore.โ€ Shit. Shit. Shit. This was happening. This was really about to happen. Bruceโ€™s cock jumps within the confines of his pants. โ€œI wonโ€™t, Princess. I wonโ€™t make you wait.โ€ His words are rushed, breathless as trembling fingers work on unzipping your sundress. โ€œIโ€™ve been wanting you too.โ€ Youโ€™re both rushing to get one another naked now. His shirt. Your dress. His pants. Your bra. His cock is freed from his boxers and Bruce sighs with relief. You blush at the sight of how hard and thick he is. It would fill you up so perfectly. He looks at you with the same amount of desire in his gaze. Your nipples harden under that gaze, causing his cock to throb. And then heโ€™s on you, crawling over your body so he can cage you beneath him. He canโ€™t help himself from kissing his way down your chest and stomach, pausing only when he gets to the waistband of your lace panties. โ€œMay I?โ€
He doesnโ€™t need to ask, but the fact that he does warms your heart. You nod, giving your consent, and he hooks two fingers under the lace. You lift your hips, making it easier for your panties to be pulled down your legs. Once free of them, you let your legs fall away to reveal your cunt to him. You blush, knowing youโ€™re already wet with slick. โ€œYour kisses have been making me wet all afternoon,โ€ you whisper, embarrassed. Bruce perks up at this information, letting a finger trace along your folds. โ€œWow, really? All afternoon?โ€ You nod, your face feeling hot. โ€œI love that youโ€™re this wet for me.โ€ He turns his head so he can leave kisses along your inner thigh. โ€œI want to taste,โ€ he groans, hungry for it. So hungry that he dives his face between your thighs, licking from your slit to your clit. He moans as the taste and scent of your cunt fill his senses. You moan at the feeling of his tongue alternating between licking your clit and slipping his tongue inside. Each time, your inner walls clench around the muscles of his tongue. โ€œOh God, y-youโ€™re so good with your mouth!โ€ you pant, starting to buck your hips. Lewdly, he devours your wetness, grunting against your flesh. His arms wrap around your thighs and pull you forward so your cunt is smashed against his face. He turns his focus on your clit, eagerly sucking on it. Heโ€™s so turned on by the noises youโ€™re making and the taste on his tongue that he canโ€™t stop himself from rutting into the mattress to get some relief. โ€œI want you to cum on my face,โ€ he declares suddenly, as if the idea just popped into his head and he couldnโ€™t stop himself from saying it out loud. โ€œCan you do that for me?โ€ You find that you can only nod as the pleasure steadily builds throughout your limbs. โ€œHere, let me try this,โ€ he says as he slips his middle finger into your awaiting hole. Instantly, you grind down on it, crying out his name when he starts fingering you harder. His mouth returns to your clit, swirling his tongue over it to drive you closer and closer to the edge. And damn are you close to that edge. You scream for him, tell him how good heโ€™s making you feel. He doesnโ€™t let up, and without warning, your back is arching off the bed as you cum all over his face, just like he wanted you to. He works you through your aftershocks, licking up every drop of cum that spills out of you until your body slumps back onto the bed. Itโ€™s only then that he eases his finger out and sits back on his knees. โ€œThatโ€ฆwas incredible,โ€ he pants with a light chuckle and then leans over you once more to leave a kiss on your temple. โ€œThank you for that, Princess.โ€ You practically purr at the nickname. Usually, names like that give you the ick, but Bruce saying it gives you butterflies. โ€œI love it when you call me that. I like being your Princess.โ€ You hook a leg around his waist, beckoning him closer so his cock is nestled against the cleft of your cunt. He whimpers, grinding his erection against you. He wants to be inside you, wants to fuck you hard and deep, but he needs to slow down. โ€œW-Wait, wait,โ€ he pleads, holding your hips firm in an attempt to keep you both in place. โ€œWeโ€ฆWe need to talk first.โ€ Something about his tone gives you pause. โ€œWhatโ€™s the matter?โ€you ask, giving him your full attention. Bruce worries at his bottom lip, wanting to say the right thing. โ€œI donโ€™t want to scare you butโ€ฆsometimesโ€ฆuh, when I cum, I turn a littleโ€ฆgreen.โ€ A blush works its way up from his neck. โ€œIf you catch my drift.โ€ You sit up, more intrigued than afraid, but the man before you misunderstands and continues on nervously. โ€œYou have n-nothing to worry about, I promise you. I would never let anything happen to you.โ€ You silence him by pressing a finger to his lips. โ€œIโ€™m not afraid. Not of you or of him. I want to make you cum.โ€ Your hand drops, replacing it with your lips, whispering against his mouth. โ€œI want to make you both cum.โ€
Your acceptance of him and his other half stirs an animalistic lust from deep within him. When he moves on top of you, it feels as if itโ€™s in tandem with Hulk. They had never moved as one before. Had never wanted the same thing so completely as they do now.ย 
Bruce kisses you roughly, tongues rolling along one another while their bodies grind. He aligns his cock with your opening, moaning in between your kisses. โ€œIs that what the sweet girl wants? To make us cum so hard that we turn for you?โ€ His voice is deeper, with pupils blown wide with lust. His words have your heart racing, and although this is your first time in Bruceโ€™s bedโ€ฆsomething tells you itโ€™s both he and Hulk who would be fucking you tonight. You push your forehead against his and nod eagerly. If he was going to speak, itโ€™s cut off by the growl that bubbles up from his throat. Heโ€™s completely overtaken by his feral alter ego, and in one fell swoop, sheathes his cock fully inside of you. You yelp, tensing at the sudden intrusion, but damn does he fill you up. However, the sound seems to bring Bruce back into himself. โ€œS-Shit, Iโ€™m sorry. Are you alright?โ€ย 
You feel him starting to pull out of your heat. โ€œDonโ€™t!โ€ you cry, wrapping your legs around him to keep him in place. โ€œD-Donโ€™t stop, Bruce. You feel so good. Please donโ€™t stop.โ€
He nods, relieved that he hasnโ€™t hurt you, and starts rolling his hips. โ€œMmhh, you feel good too. So tight.โ€ But his slow pace doesnโ€™t last long. His hands push your legs away, giving him space to pull out and then slam back in. You both throw your heads back, swearing loudly at the first deep thrust. Your walls had clenched so perfectly around his length so he pulls out and does it again. The drag of his thick cock along your walls is making you gush. You scream his name and claw at his back. You canโ€™t seem to focus on anything but the hard pounding rhythm of his cock. Bruce bows his head and starts kissing, biting and sucking at your breasts. He does so as passionately as he had eaten your cunt, making you wonder if he has a slight oral fixation when it comes to sex. Not that you mind. Youโ€™ll wear the marks heโ€™s leaving on your breasts with pride.ย 
A hand reaches between your legs to find your clit and rub firm circles on it. You arch into his touch and thrusts, trying to meet both. It causes a wet slapping noise to fill the room as he ruts into you.ย 
Every thrust brings a flush of green across Bruceโ€™s broad back. But he canโ€™t cum. Canโ€™t turn.ย 
He needs to make you cum and he needs to keep you safe. But his control is slipping the closer his orgasm becomes. โ€œA-Am I making you feel good, Princess?โ€ You donโ€™t hesitate to moan your reply in between desperate pants, โ€œYes, fuck yes! G-Getting close. More Bruce. Fuck m-me more, make me cum!โ€ Any momentary self-consciousness fades at the sight of you falling apart. He gives you exactly what you need and cracks his hips faster, harder, rougher, while keeping firm pressure on your clit. It has your muscles tightening, that feeling of sweet release just within reach. His movements become sloppy, unable to keep away his own orgasm for much longer. But youโ€™re too close to cumming to notice or care. โ€œCum for me, Princess. Iโ€ฆI need you to cum with me.โ€ His words are all you need to come crashing over the edge. Your orgasm rocks you to your core, the entire time chanting his name like heโ€™s your own personal God. Your inner walls pulse around every throbbing inch of his cock, coaxing him to reach his own peak.
His back contorts and green flashes down his arms and legs as he cums, filling you with it as he screams, sounding more monster than man. Was he about toโ€ฆturn?
You donโ€™t have time to react, because as quickly as it started, Bruce collapses on top of you. Youโ€™re honestly too stunned to react but the sound of a whimper breaks you from it. โ€œBruce?โ€ Your arms come around him so you can stroke his back and hair. โ€œAre you alright?โ€ย 
It takes him a few minutes of heavy breathing before heโ€™s able to lift his head.โ€ I-Iโ€™m okay. Could we justโ€ฆlay here for a little while?โ€ He sounds exhausted and lost. It tugs at your heartstrings. โ€œOf course, for as long as you need,โ€ you whisper, allowing your fingers to delicately trace over the lines of his back. For a long while, you lay together with his cock still nestled inside you. Not that you mind, it feels right being close to him. When heโ€™s ready, Bruce slowly props himself up and slips out of you before looking you in the eye. He sheepishly thanks you, looking rather flustered. โ€œIโ€™m uhโ€ฆsorry if I scared you earlierโ€ฆyou just felt so good and heโ€ฆโ€ Bruce trails off, clearly too embarrassed to continue, so you sit up and cup his cheek so he looks at you. โ€œYou have nothing to apologize for. You made me cum so hard. Iโ€™d let you fuck me over and over again if you wanted to.โ€ He visibly perks up at that and canโ€™t stop the boyish grin from spreading across his features. You grin back. โ€œI guess I made him feel good tooโ€ฆif he was fighting to break out.โ€ He takes a calming breath and runs a hand through his hair. โ€œHe uhโ€ฆstill does.โ€
โ€œReally??โ€ You sound shocked but intrigued. โ€œDo youโ€ฆuh want to let him out? I wouldnโ€™t mind meeting him.โ€ Bruce hesitates, not knowing if letting Hulk out is a good idea, but then he looks back at you. His eyes roam over your beautiful naked body that is now sitting back against the headboard.ย 
An image of you relaxing in his bed every morning from now until the end of time flashes through his mind. But it isnโ€™t just his fantasyโ€ฆitโ€™s Hulkโ€™s. โ€œWellโ€ฆhe does think youโ€™re pretty.โ€ โ€œReally? He told you that?โ€ You blush, biting your bottom lip, and Bruce canโ€™t help but chuckle at how adorable you look. โ€œItโ€™s more like a feeling, but yes, in a way.โ€ You nod in understanding and wait for his final say on the matter. โ€œOkay, you and Hulk can meet,โ€ he agrees, and you happily squeal. โ€œIโ€™ll see you in the morning?โ€ โ€œIn the morning,โ€ you repeat, and Bruce leans in to give you another kiss before standing. He makes his way over to his dresser and pulls out a clean pair of boxers that are enhanced to stretch to Hulkโ€™s size. โ€œNow, if anything goes wrong, donโ€™t hesitate to use my phone and call Tony,โ€ he says over his shoulder while slipping the boxers on. โ€œCall Tony, got it! But everything will be fine,โ€ you reassure as you reach over the side of the bed to grab your underwear, and Bruceโ€™s discarded shirt and put them on. When you look back at him, heโ€™s facing away from you with his back rounded. He groans as loudly as he did when he came but is undoubtedly pained. Green muscles ripple out from his spine, up his neck, and down his limbs. You watch amazed as he doubles in size right before your eyes. He sways for a moment before gaining his footing and turning around to face you. Your breath catches in your throat at the realization that the famous Hulk is standing in front of you. โ€œH-Hi there. Iโ€™mโ€“โ€
โ€œHULK KNOWS.โ€ His deep booming voice cuts you off. โ€œYou do?โ€ Hulk nods. โ€œYOUโ€™RE PRETTY LADY.โ€ย  The pet name makes you giggle and move closer to him but still remain perched on the edge of the bed. โ€œItโ€™s a pleasure to meet you.โ€ Your eyes roam over him, wondering what being held in his arms would feel like. โ€œIsโ€ฆIs this where you sleep too? Or do you have your own room?โ€ You use the questions as a way to distract your mind from thinking about his touch. He scrunches his green nose up in distaste, โ€œBANNERโ€™S MATTRESS TOO LUMPY. HULK HAS BIGGER BED.โ€ He points down the hall to where the homeโ€™s second bedroom is. โ€œPRETTY LADY WANT TO SEE HULKโ€™S ROOM?โ€
โ€œI would love that.โ€ You smile and he holds out his hand for you to take. You do so, and with more gentleness than should have been capable of someone his size, he helps you out of bed and leads you to his room. However, the entire way, your eyes stayed glued on Hulkโ€“memorizing and taking in the parts of him that were still innately Bruce. With your tiny hand in his massive one, he steps inside his bedroom, no longer needing to crouch down because the ceiling is higher now. The walls are covered with photos and newspaper clippings of the Avengers and their families. You smile, itโ€™s endearing to see that he has a soft side. Hulk flops down on the extra-large mattress with a smirk, stealing your attention away from the photographs. โ€œHULKโ€™S ROOM BETTER. BED SOFTER AND BETTER FOR SNUGGLES.โ€ He pats the spot next to him on the bed, silently inviting you over.ย  You raise a brow in his direction.
You couldnโ€™t believe itโ€ฆhe was flirting with you. Boldly flirting with you at that! As if he already knew he had you right where he wantedโ€ฆ Those green eyes look at you like the alpha of a pack, ready to lay beside his mate. Maybe Hulk wasnโ€™t just Bruceโ€™s rage personified but also his self-confidence with the opposite sex. Not having an answer, you decide to climb up and join him on the bed. If he wants to be a flirt, then so would you. You lay down beside him so you can rest your head on his rather huge bicep. โ€œMmhm, youโ€™re rightโ€ฆmuch more comfortable.โ€ You smirk up at him. Seeing the smug look on your face has him laughing, his frame rumbles with it. โ€œPRETTY LADY LIKE HULKโ€™S ARMS BETTER! BANNER WILL BE JEALOUS.โ€
You shake your head at his silliness. โ€œI love both of your arms,โ€ you lightly scold until you yawn without warning. โ€œShoot, sorry about that. I guess Iโ€™m more tired than I realized.โ€
Hulk shakes his head at your apology and lightly pats your head. โ€œNO SORRY. PRETTY LADY SLEEP NOW.โ€
You nod, suddenly finding it difficult to stay awake. He pulls you in, letting you fully nestle against him.
โ€œBANNER SAYS PRETTY LADY LIKES HAIR PLAYED WITH.โ€
At first, his words confuse you, but then you remember one late-night phone conversation when you told Bruce that having your hair played with always puts you right to sleep.
You smile at the memory, confirming Hulkโ€™s words, and his fingers find their way into your hair. He gently strokes and pets, leaving you nearly purring.
Hulk chuckles under his breath but doesnโ€™t stop the movement of his fingers. โ€œPRETTY LADY SOUNDS LIKE KITTEN.โ€
โ€œI guess that makes me Hulkโ€™s kitten,โ€ you mumble, trying to stifle another yawn.
โ€œHULKโ€™S KITTEN,โ€ he repeats softly in agreement. โ€œCLOSE YOUR EYES, KITTEN. HULK KEEP YOU SAFE FOR BANNER.โ€
Your half-lidded eyes finally fall shut.
It only takes another moment and youโ€™re asleep.
Hulk watches you, not wanting sleep to overtake him, but it isnโ€™t easy when he feels so relaxed with you in his arms. Eventually, exhaustion seeps in, winning him over. But just before he fully subcomes to sleep, both Hulk and Bruce share the same thought.
This would be the start of something new.
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Y/N: I was born a winner. I didnโ€™t even need nine months to be born. I came out in seven.
Bruce: Thatโ€™sโ€ฆ Thatโ€™s not good.
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Montreal
Y/N: Oh cool! You're all in the meeting room!
Bruce: You asked us to come here...
Natasha: What's this all about?
Y/N: What!? Here's a hypothetical question... let's say I knew someone for the first time in their life was experiencing a minor dry spell? What do you think you would suggest that to that person, if they were going through that.
Steve: You dragged us in here for this?!
Clint: Shhhh, well, I haven't really been in a dry spell since I got married. So, I'd tell this person to maybe get married... although they'd have to find someone they like first...
Y/N: Okay so, the suggestion to beat is find someone and get married. Tony?
Tony: Fly to Montreal, hit a classy hotel bar, bone a stranger. Dry spell over.
Y/N: Wow... That sounds amazing...
Tony: Yeah...
Y/N: That's a good one... Cap, what would you do?
Steve: I'm not getting involved...
Y/N: Pleaseeeeeeee Cappppppppp!!!
Steve: 10 000 pull ups...
Y/N: Okay.... Do you have a back up plan in case my hypothetical person can only do 9 500... or 5?
*Fury walks in*
Fury: What's going on in here?
Vision: We're helping Y/N's friend get out of a dry spell
Fury: Well, try finishing your paperwork for one, L/N. I always find that doing your work gets you out of most problems. Dry spell or slump or whatnot
Y/N: Thank you, Director...
Steve: He's right... just do your work and it'll go away
Y/N: FINE! Right after I do Tony's Montreal sex thing, that sounds fun!
Tony: Yeah...
*a few days later*
Y/N: Nat?! What're you doing in Montreal??
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greatapebroly ยท 2 years
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Teen!Y/N first morning and breakfast with the avengers
Wanda: *cooking bacon*
Y/N: *glaring at it*
*ki blasts the bacon in the skillet*
*Wanda, Nat, Tony, Peter, Steve, Bucky, Bruce, and Sam looking confused*
*Thor smiling*
Nat: Whatโ€ฆWhatโ€™d you do that for?
Y/N: it growled at me.
Steve *looking concerned*: maโ€™am are you okay?
Bucky *smirking*: I like this kid already.
Peter: Baconโ€ฆgrowls??
Wanda: it was sizzlingโ€ฆ
Y/N: no it threatened me
Peter *dazed*: Baconโ€ฆcan threaten you?
Wanda: the grease was just poppingโ€ฆthatโ€™s what happens when you cook bacon.
Y/N: when you what the what?
Nat: you donโ€™t know what bacon is?
Bucky: we donโ€™t have that at Hydra. We do, however, have suspicious gray mush, dry sometimes moldy bread, and syringes filled with questionable liquids though.
Y/N: yeah what he said.
Tony: anyone else reconsidering bringing the kid back from that Hydra base?
Sam: Stark thatโ€™s not right.
Tony: there is a big ass hole in my kitchen right now, tweety bird.
Tony: can we get like a refund for a different kid or something?
Nat: Tony.
Thor: What a great demonstration of power from such a tiny human. Keep up the good work Lady Y/N!
Tony: actually, donโ€™t. But if you do, please aim for Stars and Stripes Forever over there.
Y/N *confused on what she did wrong*: are you not supposed to eliminate any and all threats that come your way?
Bucky: we have a lot to work on kid.
Peter*still dazed*: Mr. stark can bacon threa-
Tony *walking away with his hands up*: This is out of my expertise kid. Iโ€™m going to go draw up a new kitchen layout.
Bruce: do you think you can show me that one more time I wanna study the-
Everyone but Bruce and Y/N: NO!!!!
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weyirn ยท 10 months
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Hello :)) I hope youโ€™re well! could i please ask for a sort of reaction-type thing with marvel men x male reader, where the reader smothers their face and hands in small kisses, especially when theyโ€™re in a bad mood?? thank you!!
Hi!! I hope you're doing good as well!! :3
Marvel Men x Male!Reader
Smothering Their Face and Hands With Kisses
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โ˜†Steve blushes and smiles every time. He gladly returns the favor by grabbing your waist and kissing you on your lips, as well as giving you forehead kisses. If he's in a bad mood, it probably won't change his mood drastically, but he will appreciate you trying to make him feel better.
โ„๏ธBucky hasn't gotten this kind of affection in a long time, but this is still a pleasant surprise for him. He absolutely just melts underneath your touch and the kisses you give him, especially when you're using this to comfort him when he has nightmares. He's a little shy on returning the favor at first, but when he eventually does, he gives you all the hugs and kisses you desire.
๐Ÿ’ฒTony teases you about how you just can't get enough of him and then brags about how irresistible he is (ugh lol). He'll probably kiss you in public and have his arm around your waist to show you off. Doing this while he's in a bad mood will cause him to roll his eyes and say something among the lines of, "a kiss can't fix everything." (And then he'll ask for some later lol)
๐Ÿ•ธPeter gets flustered every time and just stutters over his words, not sure what to say. There are times when he's too shy to ask for kisses when he wants them, so he uses little hints instead, which may result in him being teased about it. It will give him comfort when you give him kisses when he's in a bad mood.
โŒฒSam jokes about you doing this all day long (which you probably would do lol), but admits that he wouldn't mind it. He can always count on you to cheer him up, laughing while you give him kisses, lifting his mood. He loves to give you surprise kisses every now and then.
๐ŸœScott would immediately cup your cheeks and kiss you all over your face in return. When he's in a bad mood, it catches him off guard and he might just forget what he was mad about.
๐Ÿ’šThis surprises Bruce and makes him a little flustered at first, but he still appreciates it. It's beneficial if you do this when Bruce is in a good mood; it makes him feel loved and he appreciates the affection.
โšก๏ธThor gives you just as much kisses (if not way more). But he kisses you anywhere and everywhere, not just your hands and face.
๐ŸLoki doesn't know what to think about it at first since he's not used to receiving affection. Over time, he slowly just wants more and more of it. When he's in a bad mood, he acts like he doesn't want it or enjoy it (even though he actually loves it).
๐Ÿ–คEddie definitely needs something like this. With all the stress and how tired out he gets from it, it's good for him to finally wind down, along with you just pressing kisses on his face. Venom on the other hand teases you about it.
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book-place ยท 4 months
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The Avoiding Act
Warnings: unhealthy studying methods, let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Avengers x reader platonic
Request: Hey! Can you do MCU x Teen!reader, whose been feeling stressed out lately (I have exams coming up) and she also struggles with mental health. She constantly avoids the team because she knows they'll tell her to sit down and take a break, but one day they forcefully make her sit down and talk to them, and they're all telling her to take it easy and that they believe in her or something, and she's starts tearing up because she's never had anyone tell her reassuring things before she met the team, and one of them (preferably Bucky, Loki, Tony, or Steve) just hugs them? And like they end up watching Disney movies or something, and she falls asleep on Tony or Steve? Thank you!
Requested by: @wolfmoonmusic
*not my gif*
Summary: Your team hasnโ€™t really seen you in over a week, and they start to grow worried
A/N: This isnโ€™t my best work- but I donโ€™t think itโ€™s too bad; also I wrote this forever ago and just forgot to publish it
Please donโ€™t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but Iโ€™m asking that you donโ€™t steal my hard work
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You practically had it down to a point by now. You had memorized your entire team's schedule in such a way that you could avoid them perfectly.
Steve was using the training levels at exactly 5:05 every morning, being the first one up- besides you. That was easy, just avoid all of the workout rooms. Bucky was sometimes up at that time as well, but he just stayed in his room.
Up next was Nat and Bruce. Nat would start off her day on the balcony of either her room or the one connected to the living room. Bruce would make a beeline for his lab right away and hide in there for a while. So naturally, you just skipped out on all three of those places.
Thatโ€™s when it got complicated. The late sleepers were Sam, Tony, and Clint. Meaning, their schedules were unpredictable. But that was only in the sense that you didnโ€™t know which time they would get up. All three of them would head straight to the kitchen as soon as they got up though, so all you had to do was make sure that you werenโ€™t in there any later than 10:00.
That left your room, which you never stayed in because then they would be able to find you, and any other of the many empty rooms left in Avengers Tower.
Some might call you paranoid, but you made sure to switch rooms every two hours, that way you werenโ€™t in one place long enough for them to find you there.
The reason you were avoiding your team?
It wasnโ€™t becuase you didnโ€™t want to see them or loved them dearly, it was simply becuase you needed to study.
To outsiders, that would seem like a weird reason to be hiding from your loved ones, but not when it came to you.
When you studied, you studied.
You hardly ever took breaks- not even to eat and sleep.
And if your team knew this, there wasnโ€™t a doubt in your mind that they would try to make you take a break. To take care of yourself.
You couldnโ€™t have that happening, the biggest exam of the year was in three days and taking a break was not an option.
It was a day like any other in the past week, you were in a random conference room on the seventh floor, going on the eighth day without seeing your team for more than five minutes a day.
Like normal, you were hunched over a textbook, eyes sweeping back and forth along the pages as you eagerly tried to take in any bit of knowledge you could come upon.
It was well past dinner- not that you had eaten other than a granola bar early in the morning before the late risers made it to the kitchen- and your team, six floors up, were sitting around one of the many living rooms.
โ€œSo youโ€™re telling me that nobody saw Y/N today?โ€ Steve asked, standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed over his chest, eyebrows creased with worry.
Clint and Sam shook their heads in sync from their respective positions on the couch in front of him. Bucky, who was leaning up against a wall with his arms crossed, repeated the gesture.
Nat and Tony both let out identical signs at this, the redhead running a hand through her hair.
โ€œItโ€™s been like this all week,โ€ Bruce spoke up, concern lacing his tone, โ€œIโ€™ve hardly seen her for more than two minutes a day. Whenever I try to find her- sheโ€™s not anywhere Iโ€™d think she would be.โ€
โ€œSame,โ€ Natasha piped up, โ€œItโ€™s almost like sheโ€™s avoiding us.โ€
โ€œYou donโ€™t thinkโ€ฆ sheโ€™s actually avoiding us, do you?โ€ Sam asked, leaning forward in his seat.
Steve ran a hand down his face and sighed, โ€œWhy would she avoid us, though?โ€
Even Tony had the decency not to interject with one of his normal, snide comments. Instead, he announced, โ€œJARVIS, tell me where she is.โ€
The team's eyes all widened in sync, clearly none of them had once thought of using the AI system to find you.
Instead of boasting about how he was just smarter than they were like Tony normally would, he just kept his lips in a thin, closed line and awaited the answer.
โ€œMiss. L/N is currently occupying conference room number seventy two, on the sixth floor.โ€ JARVISโ€™s voice rang out through the room, and everyone was on their feet in an instance.
Within the last week, every one of them had gone out of their way to try and look for you, never knowing where you were or if you were alright.
The door to your study room flew open and you let out a small yelp of surprise, jumping at the unanticipated arrival of every member of your team.
It was silent for a moment after they all pushed and shoved past each other to stumble into the room, as you all just stared at each other.
โ€œO-oh, hey guys,โ€ You stuttered, letting out a small, nervous chuckle, โ€œWhatโ€™re you doing here?โ€
โ€œWhyโ€™ve you been avoiding us?โ€ Sam blurted out without answering your question.
Multiple people face palmed and let out slight groans at his bluntness. Bucky- who was standing closest to him- slapped him upside the head. With his metal hand.
That had to hurt.
The question immediately made you defensive, and you crossed your arms, visually crawling back into your shell.
โ€œIโ€™m not avoiding you,โ€ The words werenโ€™t as firm as you wouldโ€™ve liked.
โ€œNo?โ€ Tony asked with a singular raised eyebrow, โ€œThen why have we only seen you for five minutes in total this week?โ€
You shrugged, โ€œIโ€™ve been busy!โ€
โ€œBusy doing what?โ€ Clint prompted.
That was when you fell silent.
Your team didnโ€™t say anything, though. They just kept staring, awaiting your reply.
The silence dragged and dragged, suffocating the room and everyone in it until you couldnโ€™t take it anymore.
โ€œStudying,โ€ You finally said softly.
Another silence followed, but this one was broken by Bruce, โ€œAnd how many breaks have you taken to take care of yourself?โ€
They all knew you so well, they knew what your study habits were like. How unhealthy they were.
You shrugged stiffly, moving your eyes to face anywhere but where they stood.
โ€œN/n,โ€ Nat sighed, moving over to you, โ€œYou need to take care of yourself. This isnโ€™t healthy.โ€
Steve moved up beside her, watching as you still avoided looking at any of them, tears filling your eyes, โ€œWe only say this because we care about you.โ€
His words were what finally made the first tear slip down your face.
โ€œI know,โ€ You whispered.
With a sigh, Steve opened his arms and wrapped them around you in a much needed hug.
Almost instantly, you broke down, relaxing in his arms and crying and crying until there were no tears left.
Someone from around you gently moved a piece of hair out of your face and someone else rubbed your back comfortingly.
When you finally opened your eyes, you were surrounded by your team- the people that cared for you more than anyone- who all wore soft expressions.
โ€œLetโ€™s take a break,โ€ Steve whispered, stopping down to place a kiss on the top of your head, โ€œYou deserve it.โ€
Sniffling slightly, you nodded and allowed your team to lead you away and to one of the living rooms.
Tony had announced that you would all be having a movie night and you would be the one to pick what to watch.
Normally, there would be a lot fighting and bickering about what movie- but nobody said a word this time.
Some went off to get snacks- others getting blankets- as you all spread out around the room comfortably.
You ended up between Steve and Nat on the couch, the ladder absentmindedly running her fingers through your hair whilst you picked what you wanted to watch.
In the end, you settled on an old Disney classic, and weโ€™re able to settle in while the opening music began to play.
โ€œThank you, guys.โ€ You said softly to the room, truly meaning it.
โ€œNo need to thank us, n/n. Weโ€™re here for you. No matter what.โ€ Steve said from beside you.
By the time the credits rolled around, you were fast asleep, breathing steadily with your head resting against Steveโ€™s shoulder.
Said man smiled down softly at you, making sure to keep his movements to a minimum as you got some much needed sleep, surrounded by your loved ones.
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bethsvrse ยท 4 months
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me, a writer, at 3am: WHAT? I CANT FIND THE SPECIFIC FANFIC THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND WITH A WHOLE PLOT AND ORIGINAL CHARACTERS??? WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE??? DO THEY EXPECT ME TO WRITE THE STORY I THOUGHT UP OF???
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sleepingdeath-light ยท 1 year
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thigh riding headcanons ; original avengers & loki (18+)
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kinktober day twenty five extra
pairing ; bruce banner x gender neutral!reader, clint barton x gender neutral!reader, loki laufeyson x gender neutral!reader, natasha romanov x gender neutral!reader, steve rogers x gender neutral!reader, thor odinson x gender neutral!reader, tony stark x gender neutral!reader
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bruce banner
thigh riding is the safest way for bruce to pleasure you because thereโ€™s very minimal risk of him hulking out and hurting you
it also allows you both to work around his busy schedule and the state of exhaustion it leaves him in
like he can just lay back in bed in his pyjamas and let you take care of yourself with minimal work on his end whilst he just praises and encourages you in equal measure
or you can just straddle him when heโ€™s at his desk in the lab and take care of yourself whilst he works on some paperwork โ€” one arm holding you steady against his chest whilst the other works on whatever s.h.i.e.l.d assigned to him
he also just enjoys seeing you ride his thighs because he gets a perfect view of every expression and reaction you give him
clint barton
thigh riding is usually used as a type of foreplay for clint or just as a way for you both to get off when youโ€™re both too tired or too busy to do anything else
itโ€™s usually very messy and clumsy, filled with lazily wandering hands and sloppy kisses as you love against each other
heโ€™ll be half guiding you, half letting you take control โ€” getting pleasure both from pleasuring you and from the minimal friction caused by you brushing against his clothes crotch
clint isnโ€™t necessarily talkative when you guys do this, but he does tend to let out a good few grunts, groans and muffled moans that sound vaguely like your name
big on teasing you about it after the fact either through outright stating how good you looked/sounded/felt or by slapping/pinching/patting your ass as a sign of appreciation
loki laufeyson
thigh riding is an act that loki can either take or leave depending on your preferences
like he doesnโ€™t dislike it, and in fact would quite enjoy to see you pleasuring yourself on his thigh โ€” so desperate for him that you can get off without much intervention so long as heโ€™s there
but he solidly prefers oral and penetrative sex to thigh riding
that being said, if you were to ask him heโ€™d be more than happy to oblige โ€” spreading his legs wide to accommodate you where heโ€™s sat and patting one thigh in an inviting gesture be treated by the smug, mischievous smirk that graces his features
heโ€™d either give you his complete attention or none at all; either returning his focus back to whatever it was he was doing beforehand (likely reading a book) and allowing you to take what you needed from him, or taking complete control and guiding you every step of the way as you get off on his thigh
the former is a subtle way to humiliate you and get you to beg for him โ€” to show off the effect he has on you without him having to say a word (you canโ€™t get off without him yet youโ€™re eager enough to soil his clothes with your desperation)
and the latter is a complete show of his dominant nature: large hands grasping at your waist or hips to hold you in place with no room for argument, piercing eyes shamelessly looking over every inch of your body, strong thigh pressed up against your clothed sex and silver tongue teasing and mocking you for your desperation
either way, your climax will come on his terms and youโ€™ll be receiving plentiful teasing commentary before, during and after the fact (including remarks about you returning the favour in due time)
natasha romanov
thigh riding is something that nat enjoys being on the giving and receiving end of depending on her mood
if youโ€™ve been good or sheโ€™s too tired to have sex with you, sheโ€™ll instruct you to straddle her thigh and ride it โ€” keeping one hand on your hip to maintain control as she lets you take what you need
though this doesnโ€™t mean sheโ€™ll let you get away with anything โ€” youโ€™re still very much so at her mercy even if youโ€™re on top, so expect to be given instructions to follow and proper punishments if you fail to do so
even if your relationship is more vanilla, nat would still maintain this air of dominance sheโ€™d just lay off the punishments
if she were to ride you, however, itโ€™s usually due to a combination of your misbehaviour and her need for release
as in sheโ€™ll straddle you and take whatever pleasure she wants, allowing you to see her completely bare and horny, but forbidding you from touching her and denying you that same release in return (i.e. you can see her but you cannot touch her)
steve rogers
thigh riding is a completely alien concept to steve and would only really be done if heโ€™s too busy to tend to you otherwise (such as if heโ€™s prepping for a mission and has been neglecting you)
doesnโ€™t really guide you as he trusts you enough to let you take what you need, but will have one hand lightly gripping your waist to make sure you donโ€™t fall
will dutifully follow any requests you make of him โ€” though he will 100% get rather red in the face and stammer slightly through his โ€œof courseโ€s and โ€œlike that?โ€s
and whilst he does try to get his work done, he canโ€™t help but get distracted and aroused by the sounds youโ€™re making and the feeling of you sliding along his thigh โ€” especially if youโ€™re leaving a wet patch behind
so despite his best efforts, no more work will be done after this as thigh riding will usually precede love making unless heโ€™s physically unable to do so for some reason
thor odinson
thor is always eager to please you and can get off on giving pleasure alone, so thigh riding would be something heโ€™d happy to try with you
starts off very chatty and vocal, one hand leisurely resting on the small of your back as he praises and compliments you in every tongue he knows โ€” only occasionally breaking it up with questions about if youโ€™d like him to do anything
trusts you to take the reins for the most part, but will sometimes move his thigh up to meet you just to get a reaction out of you
well he tries to hand over the reins, but after a while the combined friction of your leg accidentally brushing against his crotch and the feeling of your arousal through his clothes starts to get the better of him and he starts to take control
of course heโ€™s still chasing your high, but the way his large hands are gripping your waist and his mouth is crashing against yours โ€” successfully muffling the loud groans and grunts heโ€™s making โ€” may be enough to convince you otherwise
but either way youโ€™ll end up reaching your high soon enough, with plentiful bruises on your hips and the swollen lips to prove it
tony stark
tony tends to treat thigh riding as a type of foreplay or one way of him to meet you in the middle if you have a higher libido โ€” which would be shocking considering his reputation
he doesnโ€™t really get too much pleasure out of having you ride him, but heโ€™s not shy about enjoying the view - tending to lean back on his forearms and letting you take what you need
shamelessly looks you up and down and is very big on dirty talk when youโ€™re riding his thighs โ€” commenting on how he can feel you through his clothes and telling you to just โ€œtake what you need honey/babe/etc.โ€ whilst he relaxes
as foreplay heโ€™d be much more involved, using it as a way to make sure youโ€™re prepped and excited beforehand by moving with you and reaching down to play with you through your clothes as you grind against him
but either way this man will not be subtle about how much he loves seeing you come undone on top of him
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fluffyprettykitty ยท 7 months
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cockwarming with our delicious bruce banner for your lovely summer sleepover ๐Ÿ˜
pairing: bruce banner x female reader
wc: 300 warnings: cockwarming, teasing, edging
a/n: thank you so much for requesting baby, enjoy! :)
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"Brucey..." You whine and run your fingers through his beard as he starts to look at you exasperated. He hated repeating himself yet you had gotten stupidly horny to the point where it hurt.
Now, you know he had to put work first, his scientistic discoveries and all that helped the world and made aliens happy or whatever, you honestly didn't care anymore. Instead, you just whined more and hopped on his lap in disagreement.
"Shhhh..." You halt your movements and look at him in frustration. Bruce shushes you putting one finger on your lips. "No whining."
"It's been an hour."
"And it's gonna be much more if you don't behave." You pout and throw your head on his chest, rolling your hips forward in revenge. You slowly grind against him as he is trying to type on his keyboard.
"If you never let me finish my work, you'll never get to finish either." He warned you once again and you just whined and rubbed yourself on him.
"You really don't like making things easy for yourself, do you?"
"Mmmm." You mumbled shutting your eyes and resting your chin on his shoulder squeezing him closer.
"Right. Right." Bruce mumbled and continued on with his work, and you couldn't help but wonder that maybe his hard-on just helped him work faster and focus better, you honestly couldn't explain, instead you just impatiently sat and waited for your dinner.
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lesbian-deadpool ยท 1 year
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Tony: If I die, donate my body to science for research.
Bruce: Okay...
Tony: Except my middle finger. Send that to Steve.
Steve: Hey-
Y/N: Done.
Steve: Hey!
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book-place-incorrect-quotes ยท 3 months
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Steve: We need to cause a distraction!
Bruce: We need someone who can be really annoying and draw a lot of attention away from us!
Tony: *pushing Y/N to the front of the group* Itโ€™s your time to shine, kid!
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