#sorry Brucey rambles

[itsbrucey]

Sorry for posting this again but…… it blows me away how good he looks once I slap on color.

[bellaramseysgf]

Tattoo (B.B)

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

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

Summary; You got a tattoo without Bruce knowing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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