Just a collection of a few fics that I really really like. None of them are mine obviously. Most of them are reader inserts unless marked otherwise. Mostly female reader inserts.
When stated 18+ DO NOT PROCEED AS A MINOR
☆ fluff, ◇ angst/sad, * smut, ♡ personal favourite (even tho most of them are my favs)
(unfinished and unedited, if a link doesn’t work tell me in the comments)
: you start your work in the lab. thor makes you cry. erik helps you feel better.
: steve rogers, bucky barnes, m'baku, sam wilson, bruce banner, james rhodes, kingo sunen, thor odinson, loki odinson (mentioned), erik killmonger, pietro maximoff, druig, and you!
' : we’ve made it to the smut! i’m so excited because i think it turned out pretty well, but we’ll see lol. super special thanks to those who voted in both the polls; you’re the reason this chapter even happened! i hope you enjoy and pretty please tell me what you like/if you liked it/etc. (this ended up being way longer than i intended, and i hope it’s not a problem!) enjoy! <3 (gif credit: @scerek)
(): language, a lil angsty (thanks a lot thor), some fluff, actual facts about antarctica (i hope you like them, i thought they were pretty interesting myself!), nervous!Bruce, mean!thor, recreational drug use, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving), hints of praise kink, dirty talking, mention of bodily fluids, 18+/minors dni (if I missed anything, pretty please let me know!)
: 4.1k (proud of myself for doing this all in oneday!)
“There she is!”
Both Banner and Rhodes look up at Kingo’s announcement, hearts racing when they see you standing at the entrance. The older doctors turn away from the tools they’re tinkering with to greet you with welcoming smiles.
“Morning, guys,” you grin, chunky laptop, notepad, and pencil in hand as you travel to an open space on one of the counters. “Mind if I get settled right here?”
Rhodes answers with a shake of his head. “Not at all. We cleared it off just for you.”
You smile at him as a thank you, setting down your laptop and other materials. There are too many new tools and equipment that you’re enamored with to notice Dr. Banner staring at you from the other side of the room.
Microscopes, test tubes, and beakers are only a few of the objects you spot throughout the lab. Suddenly, the feeling that you might break something begins to overwhelm you, which Kingo notices right away.
: you start your work in the lab. thor makes you cry. erik helps you feel better.
: steve rogers, bucky barnes, m'baku, sam wilson, bruce banner, james rhodes, kingo sunen, thor odinson, loki odinson (mentioned), erik killmonger, pietro maximoff, druig, and you!
' : we’ve made it to the smut! i’m so excited because i think it turned out pretty well, but we’ll see lol. super special thanks to those who voted in both the polls; you’re the reason this chapter even happened! i hope you enjoy and pretty please tell me what you like/if you liked it/etc. (this ended up being way longer than i intended, and i hope it’s not a problem!) enjoy! <3 (gif credit: @scerek)
(): language, a lil angsty (thanks a lot thor), some fluff, actual facts about antarctica (i hope you like them, i thought they were pretty interesting myself!), nervous!Bruce, mean!thor, recreational drug use, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving), hints of praise kink, dirty talking, mention of bodily fluids, 18+/minors dni (if I missed anything, pretty please let me know!)
: 4.1k (proud of myself for doing this all in oneday!)
“There she is!”
Both Banner and Rhodes look up at Kingo’s announcement, hearts racing when they see you standing at the entrance. The older doctors turn away from the tools they’re tinkering with to greet you with welcoming smiles.
“Morning, guys,” you grin, chunky laptop, notepad, and pencil in hand as you travel to an open space on one of the counters. “Mind if I get settled right here?”
Rhodes answers with a shake of his head. “Not at all. We cleared it off just for you.”
You smile at him as a thank you, setting down your laptop and other materials. There are too many new tools and equipment that you’re enamored with to notice Dr. Banner staring at you from the other side of the room.
Microscopes, test tubes, and beakers are only a few of the objects you spot throughout the lab. Suddenly, the feeling that you might break something begins to overwhelm you, which Kingo notices right away.
“I know this room can feel like… a lot… but it’s not that bad once you get used to it,” he promises in a delicate tone. “And I know that’s pretty easy for me to see, but don’t worry. If you have any questions at all, just ask me or Doctor Banner or Doctor, Rhodes, okay? Any questions at all.”
Kingo’s reassuring words allow you to finally let out the deep breath you’ve been holding in since you rolled out of bed this morning. Unfortunately, your breath gets caught again when Kingo places a warm hand on your back before returning to the microscope he was readying when you came in.
Shaking off the shivers and tingling skin, you turn to your laptop––newly provided after M.T. Rogers sent the bi-weekly request form to the mainland––and open it.
“Ready?” Dr. Banner calls out after watching you get settled. Looking up from the newly opened document, you give him a bright smile and thumbs up. “Alright,” he nods with a grin threatening to break out on his face.
Come one, Bruce. Get it together.
“So today, Doctor Rhodes and I are going to start analyzing some soil samples collected by our people on the ground. While we get everything set up and started, I think it would be best to start with Doctor Kingo. He’s finishing up his study of a dead rhinovirus from a sample we collected from Barnes after he fell ill a couple of weeks ago.”
Kingo winks at you playfully from behind the microscope at Banner’s directions, and both you and Rhodes let out a laugh.
“Hey,” Rhodes calls out, “if he starts to bother you, just let me know. I’ll take care of him, alright sweetheart?”
The playful threat put a grin on everyone’s face, and the sight warms your heart. You’re definitely going to have some fun in here.
It’s dinner time.
Almost everyone, except Loki (for obvious reasons) and yourself (since you’re just now finishing up your laundry), is scattered around the living room or kitchen. M.T. Rogers sits on the couch with Erik and Barnes, Wilson and Pietro in the recliners across from them.
The both of them pass a large blunt back and forth, happy to be able to relax after a long day of working to fix one of the heaters.
Thor is busy finishing up dinner for everyone with the help of M’Baku, (the only other person willing to help out in the kitchen for the moment) who has to keep talking Thor out of adding extra salt to Banner’s plate just to see the look on his face.
Speaking of Banner, he just so happens to be at the end of a tense match of pool against Rhodes. Kingo watches with a frown on his face, regretting putting tonight’s money on the self-proclaimed pool great: Rhodes.
Druig is already seated at the table, nose deep in one of his books that he’s read at least twenty times.
It’s only when you walk into the room that everyone’s attention is drawn from whatever they’re doing. You met with a bombardment of warm greetings from all but one; Thor. The blond stares at you for half of a second before whipping back around to stir the large pots of soup (you all had the choice of chicken noodle or tortilla), only one thing on his mind.
You don’t get a chance to formally part with Erik before a booming voice forces the majority of your attention.
“And she has arrived! Welcome, new archivist!”
The voice is revealed to belong to Thor once he enters the room. His arms are spread out wide and inviting, as is the warm smile that sits across his face. You let out a small squeak when he envelops you in a tight hug, raising you a few inches off the ground before he decides to let go. Once he pulls away and gets a good look at your face, you can’t help but notice the way his eyes darken. He doesn’t notice that he’s staring until Wilson, rather loudly, clears his throat.
“My apologies,” Thor starts lowly, “it’s just that… no one told me that you’d be so lovely.”
Your eyebrows raise at his statement, now wanting nothing more than to get out from all of the (what you now realize are) heated gazes around you. You barely find the strength to stutter out an answer.
“Um, thank you,” you breathe out quietly, eyes not able to leave Thor’s. “You know what, I should probably go ahead and unpack. I have a feeling that jetlag is gonna set in pretty soon, and I wanted to finish before I crash for the night.”
You’re too focused on the act of grabbing your bag to notice how Thor’s expression drops into one of regret. Your eagerness to leave the room after his remark has him feeling that he’s crossed a line, and he suddenly fills with the urge to leave you be.
“If everyone will excuse me, I should be getting back to the kitchen.”
That moment has played over and over again in his head for the entirety of your stay, the man unable to notice that, not only did you enjoy the warm welcome but also that your eagerness to get away had nothing to do with him.
“Thor,” M’Baku calls out (unknowingly to Thor for the third time), finally catching the attention of a distracted Thor. The pilot holds a large stack of bowls and stares at him along with everyone else, who is already seated at the table.
Thor clears his throat, mumbling out a quick, “sorry.”
“Thor, why don’t you serve our newest member first?” Pietro suggests smugly from his seat next to you, arm hanging against the back of your chair. “She is the lady of the house after all.”
“Oh, please don’t feel like you have to do that,” you laugh nervously to Pietro, but M’Baku is speaking before anyone else gets the chance to say anything.
“Very well,” he nods, looking over at you. “Which would you like?”
With all of the attention in the room now on you, this decision becomes one of the hardest you’ve ever made in your life. “Um, I don’t know. They both smell so good––”
“Chicken noodle or tortilla soup? It’s not that hard of a decision.”
Everyone freezes at the tone of Thor’s voice, turning and gazing at him like he’s grown a few extra heads. M.T. Rogers and Druig, in particular, look at him with a certain disdain.
You have to swallow before meekly answering,” tortilla, please.”
For some reason, Thor hasn’t taken the time to realize his unnecessarily rough tone of voice. He’s too preoccupied with getting this interaction with you out of the way so he can’t embarrass himself like he did when meeting you any further.
Great job, Thor.
He scoops the soup into the bowl, quite messily due to his shaking hands. However, you, along with every other person in the room (except Erik) mistake his vigor as something with malicious intent as payback for whatever you’ve done to offend the man.
Barnes hasn’t looked away from you this entire time, his heart breaking at the deflated look on your face. He becomes even more confused when Thor marches over and forcefully sets the bowl in front of you, who flinches slightly at the drops that splash out and hit the table.
Wide eyes and irate expressions fill the room, all of which you ignore as you stand. “I think I’ll eat in my room tonight.”
“That’s really not necessary,” Rogers attempts to assure, standing as well with a kind outstretch of the hand. “Why doesn’t everyone just––”
“No, it’s alright, sir,” you nod, quickly grabbing your bowl of soup and a nearby spoon. “I have some work to finish typing up anyway.”
And just like that, you’re gone before anyone else could try and convince you to stay. The rest of dinner is silent for the most part, not even Pietro having anything to lighten the mood with.
Only Wilson, Erik, and Barnes notice how little M.T. Rogers eats at dinner tonight, but they don’t say anything about it. Thor doesn’t each much either, mentally preparing himself for the one-on-one meeting he already knows he’s going to have in Rogers’ office later on tonight.
It’s only an hour later that Erik finds the time to check on you.
You’re too busy wiping your eyes to notice when he eases open your door. Erik stares with sad eyes at the way you’re curled into yourself. After a few moments, you still don’t move. Erik sighs.
“Did you know that there used to be dinosaurs here?”
You don’t respond to Erik’s question, busying yourself with picking at a loose thread on your thick sweatshirt. He smiles a little to himself before continuing.
“I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true. Millions of years ago, the piece of land we now call Antarctica was as hot as Melbourne, and it was inhabited by dinosaurs.” It takes a long second, but you finally look over at Erik with curious eyes. He celebrates the victory silently.
“There was no ice… no penguins. Just a bunch of forests and some big ass dinosaurs.”
“Really?”
Your question is quiet, voice slightly wobbly as you wipe away the last of your tears. Erik nods, closing the door and taking a gentle seat on the side of your bed. “Yeah. There are even fossils under all this ice that proves it.”
Erik lets his words sit with you for a moment, taking the chance to look around your room. His eyes run over the small trinkets of your personality scattered around the room.
A tiny portable radio sits next to a few CDs. (A few hits from Stevie Wonder, Fleetwood Mac, and Olivia-Newton John from what he could tell.) A print of Darth Vader on an old TIME magazine cover. A Rubik’s cube that’s a long way from being solved.
He doesn’t mention your unopened laptop. Or the now-cold bowl of should that sits on your desk.
“Can you tell me more facts about Antarctica?”
Erik looks at you before carefully scooting closer to where you are still scrunched up near the head of your bed. You don’t flinch when he moves, which he takes as an invitation to stay.
“On average, Antarctica is the windiest place on Earth,” he rattles off, and you huff out a laugh through your nose.
“I could have guessed that one,” you tell Erik,” I thought I was gonna get picked up and blown away if M’Baku wasn’t holding onto me on our way inside.”
A small laugh leaves the geologist, his smile working as the perfect distraction from Thor’s unexplainably cold attitude. “Another, please.”
Erik thinks before stating, “15,750 feet under the ice is a buried mountain range; the Gamburtsev Mountains, to be specific, and it stretches across the entire continent.”
As the geologist continues to oblige your request, a small spark of courage strikes your chest somewhere between Erik’s ramblings about the discovery of Antarctica and diamond dust. It’s probably the passion in his voice that draws you in close enough to touch his thigh with yours, or maybe something else you’re too inattentive to attempt to figure out.
Erik doesn’t realize how close the two of you are until he catches your warm gaze. Pausing his sentence surrounding how Antarctica can be classified as a desert, Erik turns to you with a sheepish smile.
“I started rambling, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, but I liked it,” you grin, bumping your shoulder with his. “Helped me feel better and I learned some new facts about Antarctica that I can trick the other guys into thinking I know all on my own.”
This pulls a chuckle from Erik, but your mentioning of the other men quickly reminds him of why he came to check on you in the first place.
“I feel like I should tell you that Thor isn’t usually like that,” Erik starts, almost stopping when he sees you deflate into the sad version of yourself he was met with when he arrived. “He only acts like that when he’s up in his head, worrying about something. It ain’t have nothing to do with you personally.”
While Erik’s words should be reassuring, they aren’t.
“I haven’t even spoken to the guy on more than three occasions, and he already hates me…” you laugh bitterly, nearly turning back to the loose string as an even more terrible thought pops into your head. “And, after today, I’m pretty sure he’s not the only one who doesn’t really like me.”
Erik’s eyebrows furrow at your sentence, and he finds himself turning to get a better look at you. “Huh? What are you talking about?”
You sigh, thinking back to the day’s earlier events. “Nothing, never mind.”
The pointed look you earn from Erik has you whining out another, “nothing, I swear. It’s just… apart from Thor, everyone has been really nice to me, but after tonight I can’t help but think they’re faking it. I mean, you saw how Thor was when we met, right?”
Erik nods, mind filling with the memory of a warm and flirty Thor.
“And then tonight, as you know, he was practically the complete opposite. He wouldn’t even look me in the eyes.”
“Not following, baby girl,” Erik breaths out, but you’re too overwhelmed to even notice the nickname. “Why would you think someone else doesn’t like you––”
“It’s not just someone else, it’s everyone,” you exclaim worriedly. “What if, for the entire time that I’ve been here, all of you were just pretending to be super kind because, instead of me applying for myself, Fury was the one that sent down my application? And now, not only do you not like me because I’ve intruded on the unit you all have got down here, but you have to fake actually liking me because you’re afraid I might run back a tattle-tale to our boss’ boss––”
“Hey.”
The word was short quiet, but commanding enough for you to stop. A second goes by before Erik breathes out a laugh with a shake of his head.
“You’re crazy, you know that?”
You furrow your eyebrows at Erik, unsure of what he means. “What?”
“I said you’re crazy and you wanna know why?”
A nod from you has Erik taking a long sigh. “I can wholeheartedly assure you that there isn’t a single dude down here that doesn’t like you. Trust me. Even Loki, which says a lot. Nobody’s faking that shit, I promise you that.”
Your eyes are wide and innocent as you look at Erik, a hint of relief in them as well.
“Really?”
“Hell yeah,” he nods, not noticing that he’s inching closer. “You’re obviously well equipped for the job, whether Fury was the one who sent in your papers or not. And you’re actually pleasant to be around. You’re helpful and attentive, which only makes everyone’s job easier.”
At this point, Erik’s voice has worked its way down to a horse rasp, and you’re hanging on to every letter. While your hands stand in your lap, they can’t help but fiddle with the bottom hem of your sweatshirt. You seem to be under some kind of spell as Erik continues, his lips now only a breath away from yours.
“Your presence is new and refreshing, in a way that makes people like you as soon as you step into the room. Everything about you shines with a light that brightens up this little hole in the ground that we gotta work in. Not to mention that… you’re beautiful, and, even in these big ass sweatshirts you wear, sexy as fuck.”
You don’t have the strength to look away from Erik’s face, and if you did it would only be to peek down at his lips.
“I don’t believe you,” you whisper back. It’s clearly a lie and not a good one, but the tension is clouding your judgment.
A short chuckle leaves Erik and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling.
“For real?” He questions and you shake your head. “Then can I show you?”
You don’t even pretend to think about your answer, quickly nodding at the request. A breath of chilly air fills up your chest when Erik delicately reaches under both your sweatshirt and undershirt, his cold fingers caressing the warmed skin.
“Can you lay back for me, baby?”
Erik keeps his hand on your stomach as you lean back onto your head, his dick twitching at how easily you obey. He looks over you with a bite of his lip, the sight of you stretched out for him even better than he could have imagined. His fingers fell like something close to feathers as they trail from under your shirt to the hem of your pants.
Your body forces you to inhale when he shuffles the material down your legs and peels off your socks, all the while never breaking the intense eye contact. A long shiver runs through you when the frosty air of the base envelopes your exposed skin, but it’s quickly dampened when Erik runs his large hands over your naked things.
A quiet hiss leaves you when Erik then removes your panties and he smirks at the sound. Your disrobed lips squeeze around nothing, clit jumping when Erik leys out the tiniest of groans.
“Damn,” he whispers, effectively bewitched at how the very middle of your pussy glistens, even in the dull light of the fluorescent bulbs that hang from the ceiling of your room. “Prettiest pussy I’ve seen in a long time.”
A tiny smile falls across your face at his words, the compliment causing you to clench again. Erik glances up at you one last time before taking the pad of his thumb and pressing it directly onto your clit.
Your mouth falls open at the feeling that shoots throughout your core, a heavy breath leaving you when he begins to circle his thumb. “Ah…”
“Look at you,” Erik grins, returning his other hand to your thigh. Pushing your legs open a little further, he teases, “I ain’t even done nothing yet, and you’re already squirming and shit.”
Your heart speeds up even more when Erik lowers his lips just outside your slit, pressing a gentle kiss onto the slick skin. His tongue then slides out of his mouth, wetly massaging one side of your clit while his thumb works the other side. Both of you moan when you grind your hips up into his mouth, Erik taking the reaction as a sign to keep going.
You whine when Erik removes his thumb, but he quickly makes up for it with a long, broad lick over your clit. Erik’s breaths are short and heavy as his mouth sinks into you, and he only pulls away to push the tip of his tongue inside you.
The moans that pour out of you bounce off the concrete walls surrounding you, your back arching and lifting from the mattress as his tongue speeds up.
“Right there,” you wail, Erik chuckling when he has to use a hand to press you back down. He continues pleasuring the same spot for a few more moments before pulling away. He takes a deep breath, eyes never leaving your soaking center.
“So fucking messy,” Erik admires, giving another sucking peck to your clit before taking one of his hands and running them up and down just outside your slit. “Fucking love it.”
Another long, waning moan leaves you when two thick fingers slowly push inside of you, Erik letting out a sound of his own at the noise your pussy makes. “Oh, my God.”
When his hand bottoms out, you can’t help but try to squirm away at the overwhelming feeling.
“Stay still for me, okay? Unless you want me to stop…”
A quick shake of your head has Erik laughing as he leans back down to circle your clit with his tongue. His fingers slide in and out of you easily, wet squelching noises signally just how wet he’s making you.
Erik’s tongue and fingers soon fall into a beautiful rhythm, the way your mewls and moans grow in volume proving how good it feels. You don’t remember when your hips begin to move back and forth, but you’re now fucking himself on his face and fingers.
The burn from his mustache and beard is the best kind and you don’t think you’ll ever get enough of the feeling.
“Doing so good for me,” Erik mumbles against your pussy, ignoring how hard he’s become at the sight and sounds of you. “So fucking good, baby.”
You groan at the praise, but don’t have the chance to respond before you’re cut off by Erik’s fingers finally grazing that special spot. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as you attempt to grind on his fingers harder.
His name sounds something of a chant as it repeatedly falls from your lips, Erik falling in love with the way it sounds coming from you. He finds himself unable to contain his moans, especially when he feels your pull of his short locks.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growls out, your intense squeezing around him signaling that you are getting close.
“Please don’t stop,” you whimper out, involuntarily pushing his face deeper into your wetness. Erik obeys the command wordlessly, speeding both his tongue and fingers. Breath speeding and head thrown back, it’s the slight suction Erik creates with his mouth that finally pushes you over the edge.
The sounds that fill the room––moans from you and Erik, the smacking of his tongue and lips, the squelching––only inflate the rush of pleasure causing your entire body to jerk and shake. Erik finds himself having to hold back his own orgasm that threatens to leak out of him, wanting this moment to be only about you. Making you feel good.
“Shit, just like that, baby girl,” Erik whispers, the slowed movements of his fingers helping you ride out your high. “Fucking beautiful.”
It’s only when your breaths have slowed that Erik pulls his fingers out of your soaking pussy, A short gasp leaves your lips at the emptiness. You take a few more seconds to lie still, drunk on the floaty feeling that currently casts your body.
“Come here,” you whisper to Erik, who raises over you immediately. Your hands reach out to sit on both of his cheeks as you pull him into a wet kiss. Both of your tongues dance beautifully together, and you can’t find yourself to be bothered by the traces of yourself that still sit atop his tongue. Erik deepens the kiss and groans when he feels you reach down and squeeze his aching cock through his sweatpants.
“Nah,” Erik breathes out after pulling away from the kiss, “don’t worry about me. I’ll take care of that later. Right now’s about you, baby.”
You think for a moment before sighing, “fine. But you have to promise to let me make it up to you later.”
Erik’s voice gets caught in his chest when you don’t wait for an answer, instead grabbing the fingers that had previously been inside of you and sticking them into your mouth. Erik watches with hooded eyes are you suck off your juices, having to take a long breath when he feels your tongue ring back and forth around the digits.
You give him one last suck before letting go with a pop, giving him the most intense puppy dog eyes you can muster in your post-orgasm haze.
“Pretty please?”
Erik licks his lips, quietly whispering back, “fuck yeah. Just tell me when and where.”
You smile at his answer, giving him one last peck before laying back down on the bed. “Do you have any more weird facts about Antarctica?”
Erik grins.
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When Tony first set out to convince Bruce to move into Stark Tower with him, he had focused especially on the building’s laboratory. He talked endlessly over lunch after they saw Loki and Thor off to Asgard. The list of amenities was quite impressive, featuring a lot of open space, enormous glass walls and windows, and equipment that Bruce had never even heard of before, let alone seen. The scientific facilities were not the only reason that Bruce finally gave in, but he had to admit they had been a large draw.
Thwap!
Unfortunately, Tony had failed to mention one other important feature of his building and more specifically the labs: his younger sister, [F Name] Stark.
“Ignore her,” Tony crooned in an undertone, as Bruce picked another wad of newspaper off the tabletop.
“That’s the fifth time today she’s thrown something at my head,” Bruce said, “and it’s not even lunchtime.”
“Could be worse. Could be throwing rocks.”
“Don’t give her any ideas.”
“Hello!” you called from behind them. “Do you mind not talking about me as though I’m not here?”
Tony turned to glare at you. “Do you mind annoying someone else for a little while? Maybe Steve would like some company in the gym.”
“If Dr. Banner finds what I’m doing annoying, maybe he should join Cap in the gym.”
Sighing, Tony turned back to his and Bruce’s latest attempt at a new AI. He checked its progress for all of five seconds, then tossed the tool in his hand onto the counter, spun around, and headed for the exit.
“This step should take another hour to complete. Keep an eye on it for me, would you?” he asked Bruce. “I think [Name] is the only person on the planet that can make me long for a long chat with Steve.”
Tony vanished before Bruce could protest. The likelihood of any protest working was slim, but Bruce would have liked to try. Now he was trapped up here unless you decided to leave him alone, something you hadn’t done once whenever you found him in the lab. He dropped his head into his crossed arms resting on the table and hoped that that morning you wouldn’t find him an entertaining target.
Thwap!
“[Name], if you want this floor to remain in one piece, you really need to stop throwing things at me,” he said, voice muffled by his sleeves.
Thwap!
“[Name]."
Thwap!
"I said stop!” Bruce growled as he twisted on his stool to face you.
His shoulders hunched up around his ears, and the breaths heaving from his chest contained a guttural edge. These symptoms alone should have been enough to frighten you, but no. Your bored expression did not flicker. You sat coolly on your stool at the other end of the room with one of the large pile of paper balls beside you clutched in one hand.
“Really?” you asked. “A couple of paper balls to the noggin makes you angry enough to Hulk out?”
“I’m always angry. All it takes is one little push.”
Bruce rubbed at his eyes with his fists. Already that one flare of anger had faded and left him wanting a nap. You were right about one thing, though: A bit of light prodding to the skull was not worth the full exhaustion of becoming the Hulk. He took several deep breaths to get himself under control—only for another paper to bean him in the head.
Thwap!
With a groan, Bruce crumpled the paper in his hand. “Why do you hate me so much, [Name]?”
“Why do you think I hate you?”
“Come on. You’ve had it in for me from the day we met. Any time you find me hanging around with Tony, you do whatever it takes for one of us to get sick of you and go away.”
“How do you mean?"
Thwap!
"Like that. Seriously, what do you want me to do? Do you want me to just go back to India and leave you and your brother in peace?”
“Of course not!” The mere suggestion seemed to leave you shocked. “Why would I want that?”
“If just seeing me around upsets you so much—"
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
A cascade of papers hit him one after another. He lifted his hands to shield himself from the blows, but they kept coming until you ran out of ammunition.
"I don’t hate you. God! You already figured out the problem, genius. And you’re supposed to have how many PhDs?”
“Seven,” Bruce answered vaguely. Without the continuous assault on his head, he could perhaps set his mind to figuring out what it was he had already figured out. All he could think of was: “You don’t like it when I spend time with Tony?”
“Ding, ding, ding, ding! Got it in one, Doctor.”
“But my moving to India would solve that problem.”
You had nothing else to toss at him. Apparently, this was reason enough for you get up and walk over to him. A few seconds later, you stood in front Bruce with your hands on your hips. “I don't care about spending time with my brother, all right? It’s not like I just got out of boarding school last week. We see plenty of each other. Which would mean…?”
“You…you want to spend more time with me?” Bruce said, once he realized you expected him to supply an answer. It wasn’t in the least logical, but you nodded. “That doesn’t make any sense! Whenever Tony and I are in here together, you torment me.”
As he blathered on, you just kept on nodding. That Bruce noticed. What he didn’t was the arm extending toward his collar—not until you hooked a finger around it and pulled him toward you until your lips nearly touched.
“That’s because I want to get you alone, Doctor, and out of the lab.”
Bruce gulped. “And why would that be?”
You grinned. “The things I want to do to you aren’t things I want Tony or JARVIS watching.”
“Er…I—That is to say—”
“I’m back! Wouldn’t you know it? Listening to Steve go on and on about the good old days is enough to get me to miss my baby sister,” Tony’s voice came up the stairs leading to the lab door.
Bruce felt himself turn bright red at the thought of him catching you and Bruce in such position, but you’d already released him by the time the thought occurred. Tony saw nothing as he entered the room.
“How about you two? Play nice while I was gone?”
“Um—” Bruce began.
“I ran out of paper balls,” you interrupted. “Don’t worry. I’ve recollected them.”
“Excellent. Then I think it’s about time Bruce and I returned to work. How about you, Bruce?”
Bruce’s eyes followed your sauntering course back to your own lab station. You winked at him as you dropped your projectiles back on its surface. Hastily, he spun back to the waiting holographic screen behind him.
“Yes,” he said. “Let’s.”
“Loving the enthusiasm, Big Guy. Now, I was thinking…”
In all honesty, Bruce didn’t really listen to the rest of Tony’s spiel. He had his mind on other matters—like the possibility of taking you up on that offer to spend time with you outside of the lab. This whole project shouldn’t take too much longer. Then, perhaps, he might convince you to go get a coffee with him.
Thwack!
…if only so you might stop throwing things at his head.
When Bruce woke up, he found someone in his bed. This wasn’t an altogether strange occurrence, but he was quite certain he had gone to bed alone four hours ago. Trying not to feel too concerned, he wiggled halfway out of the sheets before peeling those beside him back. He was surprised to find youcurled up in a ball halfway down the mattress.
Bruce frowned. Had he gone to bed alone the night before? Yes, he was sure he had. He’d been up with Tony until one working on some new clean-energy plans and had had no chance to call and see if you had made it home all right after dinner.
“Um, [Name]?” He nudged you softly with his hand.
The tiny ball simply shuddered slightly at his touch.
Bruce tried again. “[Name]?”
Your eyelids fluttered and a small groan worked its way free of your throat as you stretched yourself out of your fetal position.
“Five more minutes,” you mumbled as you flipped over.
Bruce shook your shoulder. “Is there any particular reason you’re asleep in my bed?“
You opened your eyes completely at that. They darted across the unfamiliar walls and ceiling. Then you looked at him, cheeks already much darker than normal.
“Oh, no,” you said.
“Is everything okay?”
“Fine!” You sat up and shuffled your feet across the carpet underneath the bed. “Oh, god. I’m so sorry, Bruce.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” You certainly weren’t acting like it. “Are you sick?”
“No! No, I’m not. I’m sorry for waking you up.”
“But why are you here?”
You looked at him. Bruce looked back. At last, you took a deep breath and answered:
“I…have a problem.” His eyebrows rose at that, so you continued, “It’s not a big deal. I just…sleepwalk…sometimes. I guess I was thinking about you so much that my legs took me here without me making them.”
“Ah,” Bruce said, as if that explained things.
The color in your cheeks deepened still further as you stood up. "I’m so sorry. I’ll go home now.“
But you didn’t get far before he took your wrist. "Look, you’re already here. I missed you, too. Besides, it’s dangerous to be wandering around at five in the morning in your pajamas. Why don’t you just stay the night–or day, as the case may be?”
You paused before turning your head slightly to look at him. Your cheeks were beginning to fade back to their original color. “You sure?”
“Positive.”
Bruce shifted to his side to allow you space to crawl back underneath the blanket. As you snuggled back into the sheet, he chuckled and shifted you so he could tuck you into his chest. Before you fell back to sleep, he planted a kiss behind your ear and whispered:
“And maybe if this is going to be a frequent problem, you should just move in.”
When you first met Dr. Bruce Banner, you’d hated his guts. Physicist work was your work at Stark Industries, and you didn’t appreciate his coming along to usurp your position–not that Tony noticed your obvious disdain when he shoved the other man into your workspace.
“Look, [Name]! I brought you a souvenir: a new partner!” Tony said.
You would have preferred a “My boss saved the world and all I got was this lousy t-shirt” t-shirt. Surely that was apparent in the way your lips curled as you shook Dr. Banner’s hand. Still, Tony just grinned, slapped the two of you on the backs, and left with a jaunty:
“You two kids play nice now!”
Needles to say, you did not play nice. You glowered and sulked and pouted and glared. Dr. Banner didn’t try to stop you. He just did his work in silence and only deigned to speak up when he needed help finding a tool.
Several weeks passed in the same manner before something strange happened, and it was something you never could quite figure out. Things between the two of you just seemed to…shift.
“What do you say we take a break and go get lunch?” Dr. Banner interrupted the quiet to ask.
You looked up from your holo-screen to scowl at him. “Why are you asking me?“
"Because you don’t do anything other than work. You seem lonely.”
Your eyes widened. Dr. Banner gazed at you calmly in return. Then you slammed your palms onto the table and left the room.
It bothered you that he noticed something so easily that you thought you had been hiding so well. You didn’t go back to work after your lunch break that day, but instead spent the rest of the afternoon grouching at home, ranting to your goldfish about how exactly much you hated Dr. Banner.
Time passed. Your rage faded slowly to embarrassment. You realized that you had been taking out your feelings of inadequacy on a man that had been nothing but polite to you.
“About that lunch,” you said the next day.
Dr. Banner looked away from his notes.
“I–I’m sorry I snapped at you. Maybe we could go today?”
Summary:Natasha tends gets her way, if not always in the way that she expects.
Rating/Warnings: All (song lyrics as dialogue; Song Challenge; Post-Avengers (2012); SHIELD Agent!Reader; Avenger!Reade; Some Crack; Pre-Iron Man 3; Avengers Tower; absent!Thor)
Request: “Can I […] ask for a Bruce Banner fanfic? I was also wondering if y/n could just be a shield agent doing a singing challenge with co-workers and end up doing Banner (I like to think it’s overwhembled /the Ryan Mack Remix/) and he’s all smitten and in love. Pretty much fluff. Thanks. […] y/n is a really good singer and suggests them and their co-workers play a game, which y/n will summarize the avengers personality/love life/ whatever with a song.”
Notes: Credit is given for the music within the work. Also, I must give a shout-out to my best friend IRL for coming up with the ending to this one shot back when I first mentioned what I was working on to her.
Silent No More
Silence had a funny way of turning the most mundane of tasks into an arduous affair. It could do so in more than one way, too. You could endure the thin, anxious silence waiting for the signal to begin acting out a mission. You could handle the heavy, poignant silence at the other end of a phone line when you called a family to inform them a fellow agent had died in the line of duty. But by far the hardest silence to sit through was standing alone in an elevator with your boss while he studiously typed out messages to someone else all the way down.
When the silver doors finally slid open to reveal Avengers Towers common area, you sucked in an enormous breath. Unstifled air at last! But you could not enjoy it for long. Director Fury stepped out onto the tile alongside you with his black coat billowing at his ankles. You struggled to match his long strides as you both headed in the direction of the second lift at the other end of the wide room. Whatever he and Maria were talking about must have been important; he still hadn’t said a single word since you left the interview. Had you screwed things up? Should you bring the question up yourself, or wait for him to start the lecture?
“[Name]!”
A familiar voice forced you to turn before either you or Director Fury reached the elevator to the main lobby. There at the kitchen table sat your close friend, Natasha Romanoff, and fellow SHIELD agent Clint Barton. Behind them in the kitchen itself stood another familiar figure: Bruce Banner, who seemed determined to pretend no one else was anywhere nearby.
Natasha caught your eye and waved you over. You shot Director Fury a questioning look. He was still, for all intents and purposes, your boss, as well as your ride home for the evening. Without even looking up from his communicator, he nodded.
“So, how did it go?” she asked upon your approach.
“Fine,” you answered.
“Meaning?”
“Meaning I got the job.”
She and Clint clapped enthusiastically. Maybe it was lingering anxiety from being trapped in a room for an hour while Director Fury, Steve Rogers, and Tony Stark shot questions at you, but their celebratory gesture only made your face grow warm. Then Natasha made things worse by kicking the chair across from her out from under the table and pointing imperiously at the empty seat.
“Sit,” she said.
So used to following her orders were you that you sat without a second thought. From that angle, you had a good view of Bruce’s wide shoulders straining a little against the fabric of his purple shirt. The scent of hot milk and spices rose from whatever he had on the stove; you wondered if he was making tea.
Natasha cleared her throat. Starting, you returned your attention to her—but that didn’t convince her it had always been there. Her green eyes slid knowingly in Bruce’s direction and back to your face. Her smile grew as she pushed an upside-down baseball cap across the table to you. It rustled strangely as it moved, and the reason soon became clear: A number of folded paper slips sat inside.
“Welcome to the team,” she said. “I hope you didn’t think this would get you out of our little game.”
Horrified, you gazed down at the hat. All of the papers inside seemed to writhe around like venomous snakes. Though Clint had not spoken a single word since your arrival, you could see him smirking over the lip of his coffee mug. You knew exactly what he found so amusing, too: The vague warmth against the back of your head told you that Director Fury had followed you to the table—and he was probably still busy talking to Maria. That wouldn’t mean he wasn’t keeping track of your conversation, though; the World Security Council did not pay him to be unobservant.
Did Natasha, your so-called “friend,” have any sympathy for your plight? Of course she didn’t. She just jostled that hat by its brim and reminded you, “This whole thing was youridea.”
“I know,” you moaned.
“So what’s the hold up?”
“That was before.”
“Before what?”
You couldn’t help stealing another glance at the back of Bruce’s dark curly head. Was he listening in? How could he not? Nothing else was going on in the common area, and making tea didn’t cause a lot of noise.
“Before I joined the Avengers,” you answered in an undertone.
“Oh, but I have to play? I’ve been an Avenger from the beginning.”
“Then let’s call the whole thing off. I’ll just see you guys tomorrow, shall—”
As you stood to beat a hasty retreat, Clint grabbed your elbow and pulled you back into your chair. “Nice try, [Name].”
“You aren’t chickening out of this now,” said Natasha. “Not after I’ve already completed one round.”
“What? Who did you get?” you demanded.
Clint raised the hand that gripped you into the air.
“That’s not fair. How did you draw your best friend right off the bat? Did she even really sing to you?” you asked Clint.
“Of course she did. Why would I lie about a thing like that?” he asked you in return.
“Because, as previously stated, you’re her best friend.”
“I am shocked and appalled you think I’m capable of such outright dishonesty with such meager motivation.”
“Prove it then. What song did she sing to you?”
Clint opened his mouth, but Natasha put a hand on his shoulder. He grinned, drained the last of whatever was in his cup, and set it down on the table with an exaggerated smack of his lips.
“Sorry, [Name].” He didn’t sound it. “My lips are sealed. Natasha swore me to secrecy, and you know how thatgoes.”
You sure did, and knowing made you all the more suspicious. Clint and Natasha often acted as a unit. What she wanted, she usually got. If she needed help from her partner in crime, you hadn’t come across a situation yet where he refused to help her. Huffing, you threw yourself back against your chair and crossed your arms over your chest.
“I don’t believe either of you.”
These words bothered Natasha not at all. With a flourish, she pulled her cell phone out, shaking it a little so that its glassy screen caught the lights above your heads. “That’s okay. I’ve got video proof. Oh, I don’t think so,” she added when you made a futile grab for the phone. “You can see the recording after you wrap up yourassignment.”
Unconvinced, you looked again at Clint. He might have been willing to do just about anything for Natasha, but lying was not one of those things. Not in circumstances where no one’s life was in danger, at least.
“Itwas a pretty spectacular show,” he said.
You threw your hands into the air. “Ugh! Fine! Give me the hat.”
She held it out again. You plunged your hand into the waiting pool of slips before you could change your mind. Maybe you’d get lucky. Maybe you’d pick some guy assigned to Helicarrier duty for the next three months. Maybe you'd—
“Oh, that’s perfect!” Natasha said.
The paper unfolded read “Bruce Banner.”
“Yourigged this.” You leveled your deadliest glare at her, the one that occasionally caused hardened terrorists to drop their weapons without firing at your team. “I don’t know how you rigged this, but this is all your doing.”
“Don’t be a spoil sport, [Name]. Director, why don’t you go ahead and draw your assignment now?”
She thrust the hat up toward your heretofore wordless boss. When you twisted in your seat, you saw him stop rattling away on his communicator just long enough to look from the hat to Natasha’s face.
“Don’t make me fire you, Agent Romanoff,” he said.
“That’s all right.” She cheerfully sat the hat down at her elbow. “I’ll use that sleight of hand [Name] has accused me of to make sure no one gets to Tony’s slip before you.”
“Hey. What are you guys up to?” asked a new voice.
All four of you slowly moved your heads to see Bruce standing nearby. He had one hand in his pocket; the other held a steaming mug.
“Nothing,” Natasha said with a radiant smile.
“Nothing you’d be interested in,” Clint added.
“Nothing you need to be involved in, Dr. Banner,” said Director Fury. “With the only person capable of wrestling the Hulk into submission still in Asgard, I’d prefer you to keep your stress levels at a minimum.”
A brief pause followed this suggestion. Bruce licked his lips. You watched a faint line on his forehead deepen for a moment. Then the line vanished to be replaced by a thin smile.
“Okay,” he said. “I’ll just go see if Tony wants any help in the lab today. Congratulations on making the team, [Name]. Or maybe I should offer you my condolences?”
With that, he took his tea and shuffled off to the elevator you and Director Fury had vacated. Only after he disappeared behind the metal doors did the rest of your group relax.
“That was close,” said Clint.
“Very,” Fury agreed.
The rapid key tapping resumed. Natasha got up from the table to do something in the kitchen. Clint slurped at the nothing that remained in his cup. You, on the other hand, stared wordlessly at the paper clenched between your hands. Keeping Bruce in the dark was part of the game. He couldn’t know what was going on until you revealed it all to him. Had it been your imagination that he looked hurt over being told to stay out of it? Director Fury, at least, sounded awfully sincere about wanting Bruce to avoid all stress.
******
The first steps you took into your new home later that week hardly gave you the opportunity to get a good look at your surroundings. All you could tell was that they were big. As far a cry from D.C. as Manhattan was to begin with, your floor on Avengers Tower could not have been more different than the studio apartment you’d left behind.
Figures filled and moved throughout the area, providing even more distraction. As you and Natasha strode through the lobby of your home, arms laden with moving boxes, a platoon of Iron Man suits kept busy moving, adjusting, unpacking, disposing. And at the center of all this stood Tony Stark himself.
“How much more you got left, [Name]?” he asked as you neared his station in the living room. “Not that these guys need lunch, but I sure could use a break.”
“Why don’t you come downstairs and take a look yourself? We’d get it done faster if one of us wasn’t hanging out up here doing nothing,” Natasha said.
Tony looked affronted. “Nothing? Nothing? If I leave my post, who’s going to supervise this lot? You guys don’t have the control chip installed.”
“They could alsohelp unload the truck.”
“Nope. Sorry. No can do. These boys need to be kept on the D.L. until I’ve got all the kinks worked out.”
“Kinks?” you asked. “What kinks?”
“Nothing you need to worry about. All I’m saying is, I bring them outside just in time for the delivery kid to show up, and bam! One YouTube video later, the whole world knows what I'm—Hey! Mk. XXIV! Don’t you dare drop that! Don’t you—What did I justsay?”
A tremendous crashing sound caused the floor to shake.
“No kinks to worry about?” Natasha asked.
“Hold that thought,” Tony said as he stepped around you both and headed back the way you’d come. “Do you want to join DUM-E in the basement? So help me God, I’ll put you on mopping duty if that’s what you’re after!”
“Please tell me that wasn’t my grandmother’s china cabinet,” you said.
Natasha looked over her shoulder at the mess for you. “Doesn’t look like it. Looks like it might have been the coffee table Tony already put up here.”
“Thank God. I don’t have enough furniture to fill this place up as it is.”
“Lucky for you it comes pre-furnished.” Something behind you made a horrible, sharp squealing noise. Tony’s frustrated shouting resumed. “So long as Tony gets his Iron Legion under control.”
“Maybe we should take my dinnerware to a safer location.”
“Good idea.”
The sounds of groaning and crunching faded as you and Natasha slipped into your floor’s private kitchen. None of the drones had come that far back yet. In your hands you carried the first box of cookware. You slid it onto the waiting bar counter, tore it open, and began to pull out drinking glasses before any Iron Legion members could come in and break these as well.
“So,” Natasha said, setting down her own box next to yours. You liked her tone not at all.
“So what?”
“How’s the Song Challenge coming along? Have you picked something for Bruce yet?”
Of course that would be what was on her mind. Ever since she’d read the name on the slip you drew, Natasha had inundated you with texts, voicemails, and video calls about your plan. She seemed to think this was your big chance to show Bruce how you felt about him instead of what it really was: Your big chance to embarrass him and yourself in front of all his coworkers, irrevocably ruining any kind thoughts he had toward you.
“I don’t know if you missed the memo, Nat,” you had to stand on your tiptoes to reach the shelf you wanted, “but I’ve been a little busy this week packing my entire life into numerous boxes.”
“Exactly my point. Plenty of time for you to think. I’ve already wrapped up assignment number two.”
“What? Who did you get for that one?”
More importantly, when did she find the time? Apocalypse-level threats to Earth did not arise every single day, but surely the Avengers kept themselves busy. Why else hire on a seventh member?
Someone from over by the doorway cleared their throat. At first they appeared to be a tower of cardboard boxes on two thick legs. Then the someone stepped into the room and carefully dropped the boxes onto the empty kitchen table. Steve looked a little embarrassed, and it didn’t take long for you to figure out why.
“Speak of the Devil,” Natasha said with a grin.
You glared at her. “Seriously? Steve? You got Steve, and you’ve already sung to him.”
“I’ll have everyone else taken care of, too, at the rate you’re going. Don’t spend long on your break, Steve. And don’t tell her anything.”
With this final warning ringing in the air, she slid around Steve and out into the hall. You tore open the box containing your cutlery. What else could you do? Having worked occasionally with the Avengers as a SHIELD agent didn’t mean you had any clue how to act alone around Captain America.
“If it helps,” he said into the awkward silence, “she isn’t lying.”
“I don’t suppose you’ve got any proof of that.”
Steve shook his head. “You heard her. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and find out my social security number doesn’t exist anymore. I can’t imagine you want that either.”
“I guess not,” you admitted grudgingly. Steve, at least, could probably get his identity back. Seeing as you didn’t so much as have a code name yet, Natasha could wreak much more havoc on your life if she chose to do so.
“But [Name].”
You looked at him.
“I always tell the truth.”
It would have been impossible to disbelieve him anyway when he furrowed his brows and filled his blue eyes with sincerity like that. Even if hugely muscled, all-American soldiers weren’t your type, Steve looked so handsome and earnest just then that you couldn’t even muster up an eye roll. All you could do was say:
“Right.”
Natashahad told him to not be take much time talking to you; she wouldn’t wait long before she came back to double-check he wasn’t spilling the beans about her song routine. You expected him to leave once you turned your back to fill an open drawer with silverware. Instead, when you went to retrieve a handful of spoons, you found him a few feet away loading plates into a cabinet.
“So, you’re having trouble coming up with something for Dr. Banner?” he asked.
“Er…yeah.” So surprised were you that Steve could speak to you like a normal human being that it took a second or two of staring before you remembered you were supposed to be unpacking. “I know he’ll probably hate the attention either way, but I want to pick something he’ll like—or at least something that won’t embarrass him too badly.”
“Want some help?”
“No thanks. I’ll think of something. I’m not sure that anything from the 1930s would be appropriate for Bruce.”
Steve did not deny listening exclusively to music from his own time period unless Tony forced him to do otherwise. “Well, if you change your mind?”
“I’ll let you know.”
“You’ll think of something good. I think it will be good for Dr. Banner to get a little positive attention.”
“No pressure, right?”
“I didn’t say that to pressure you. For what it’s worth—”
Cardboard scraping against cardboard cut through whatever he intended to say. Speak of the Devil was right! Behind the new boxes stood Bruce of all people. His dark eyes moved between your and Steve’s faces. He, Bruce, seemed to realize he had walked in the middle of something, because he licked his lips and forced a smile, an expression of his you were rapidly growing accustom to.
“Sorry,” he said. “I only managed to carry a couple of boxes up.”
“Every little bit helps,” Steve assured him, but Bruce continued to fidget with his hands.
“The Hulk could probably get the whole truck up here in one go, but—”
“He’d wind up smashing everything to pieces. Better not risk it.”
Color crept into Bruce’s cheeks. “That’s what I was getting at.”
Poor Bruce. He looked so uncomfortable. If only you could say something to crack the sudden tension that filled the kitchen. But what could you say? You got only as far as opening your mouth when he turned, shoulders hunched, to leave the room.
“I’d best get back down there and grab a few more things,” he said. “Can’t have puny Banner failing to pull his own weight, right?”
“Dr. Banner,” Steve began, but Bruce did not pause in his retreat. “Dr. Banner!”
“Bruce? What’s up?” you heard Tony ask from the other room. If Bruce gave him an answer, you didn’t hear it.
Steve let out a sharp sigh.
“I should go apologize. That was out of line. Natasha’s probably looking for me anyway. You good in here alone?”
You nodded as you tore into one of the boxes Bruce brought up. The only current threat nearby was to your material possessions, not to your physical well-being. Nothing more needed to be said after Steve ducked out. If you’d tried to speak, you’d probably have told Captain America that he ought to apologize, and you couldn’t say that to your new boss. Actually, Bruce probably deserved an apology from you as well, assuming he’d heard any part of your conversation with Steve. Maybe you should head down to the lobby, too…
Crash! Bang! Screech!
“Are you kidding me?” Tony cried.
On second thought, your things might be safer if you stayed right where you were.
******
Tonydid eventually get his drones to do the jobs he wanted them to do. Unpacking your things became significantly easier after that. In fact, he even got them to put several items of furniture that they had broken back together. Your bookshelves almost looked as good as new—not that you had time to look for obvious cracks when Steve assigned you to training with different team members every day of the remaining week. With so few actual missions on the schedule, it was no wonder Natasha could spend all that time shuttling back and forth between Avengers Tower and SHIELD HQ for the Song Challenge! Meanwhile, the rest of the team kept you so busy you hardly had five minutes to yourself to think of anything for your onechallenge.
Friday afternoon provided you the first free hour of time since you’d settled in. Showered and aching, you headed down to the common floor with the hope of overhearing something about Natasha’s efforts. The hope was slim; she had everyone terrified into silence. You stepped into the room to find her, Clint, and Steve crowded around Tony on the sofa. Tony was holding up his cell phone, and from its speakers blared music and the unmistakable sound of Natasha’s singing voice.
The very second the lift doors closed behind you, all four of them looked up. Tony turn off his phone and slipped into his pocket right away. You scowled as you stalked over to collapse on the armchair near them.
“Don’t let me stop you from having a good time,” you said.
“You’re not,” said Tony.
“You’re giving Natasha an excuse to snap our necks,” said Clint.
The woman in question gave Clint a playful smack on the back of his head. He smiled at her.
“Get a room,” you muttered, sliding further into your chair.
“Aw, what’s the matter? Still having trouble with your Song Challenge?” Natasha hopped up from her seat only to come perch on one of your chair arms. The withering look you sent her again had no effect on her.
“Mine is going fine, thank you for asking.”
“Hey, there’s no shame in admitting defeat,” Clint said.
“You don’t know Bruce as well as we do,” Tony put in. “Maybe you should call it quits and see if Romanoff will give you someone else. Someone…simpler?”
“You’re the simplest person around here to understand,” Steve said.
“I only keep things simple for you Cap. We all realize your primitive mind can’t grasp our modern-day nuances.”
“If this is a simpleness competition, I think [Name] wins,” said Clint. “She can’t even think of one song and dance routine to perform for Bruce, and Natasha’s already finished four.”
“Makes you wonder if she’s cut out for the Avengers,” Natasha agreed.
“Oh, shut up.” You knew you sounded sour, but did she have to rub it in? “Anyway, Barton, I don’t know where you get off nagging me. Your deadline is up tomorrow.”
He flicked his hand dismissively. “I took care of Maria on Tuesday.”
This news caused you to bury your face in your hands in frustration. “Is everyone going to beat me to the punch? This whole thing was myidea!”
“Not to put too fine a point on it, but your work on this is not going to reflect well upon you in your next employee review,” Tony said, then added when you lifted your face to glower at him, “We’re teasing you, [Name]. You’re one of us now. You’d better get used to it.”
A quiet whoosh announced yet another addition to the group. Out of the elevator slouched Bruce. He took one look at you all gathered there without him, most everyone smiling, and then quickly looked away. You noticed that Tony’s eyes followed Bruce’s circuitous route around the sitting room into the kitchen just as yours did. There Bruce opened the refrigerator and stuck his head inside it without so much as greeting anyone sitting there a few feet away.
When you looked again at Tony, he smirked. That you found odd—or did, until he called:
“Hey, Bruce. Why don’t you quit hiding in the fridge over there and join us?”
He pulled his head free only far enough that he could see you all. “Huh?”
“There’s room on the couch.” Tony waved Bruce over. “Or [Name]’s other chair arm is free. You could get to know her, since you’ve been avoiding all your training exercises with her.”
That explained why you still hadn’t had gone any rounds with Bruce in the gym upstairs. Why would he avoid you? You tried to surreptitiously give him a good once-over, as though you could glean why he had such an aversion to spending time with you specifically with just a glance. He caught your eye as you did and hastily twisted around so he could hold out his hands, fingers spread wide in front of him.
“That’s okay. You guys look cozy. I’ll just make some tea and be on my way,” he said.
“You could make tea on your own floor if you wanted to be antisocial. Come on. Sit.”
“Ireally don’t think that’s at all advisable.”
“Sit! Sit! Sit!” Clint started to chant.
“Sit! Sit! Sit!” Natasha joined in.
It didn’t take long for Tony to take up the words himself. Only you and Steve remained silent, and the latter not for long as you watched Bruce try and fail several time to interrupt their chorus, Steve lifted his own hands to his shoulders. His glare succeed in shutting every single one of them, even Tony.
“There’s no need to heckle Dr. Banner,” Steve said. “If he doesn’t want to be around us, he doesn’t have to be.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to be around you guys,” Bruce mumbled.
“You don’t have to explain yourself to us. Trust me, I know how stressful talking to Tony for any length of time can be.”
“Hey! I resemble that remark,” said Tony.
Steve shot him another withering look, then returned his attention to Bruce. “If you ever feel like we get to be too much, leave the room. No one will think any less of you. It’s safer for all of us if you don’t have the temptation to turn.”
“Cap,” Tony began, but his warning tone went nowhere. Bruce broke in by snapping the refrigerator shut behind.
“Yeah, I think I get the gist,” he said.
After that, Bruce tried to make back to the lift. He didn’t notice you standing so abruptly that you nearly knocked Natasha off her perch. He didn’t see you running to intercept him. But he did see you once you stood blocking his path, and he immediately came to a halt.
“[Name]?” he asked, brown eyes wide.
You could feel everyone else’s wide eyes riveted on you as well. Part of you thought things might go smoother for your integration into the team if you did nothing more than apologize to Bruce for making him uncomfortable and sit back down. If you did that, however, you’d never hear the end of it. Tony probably would bring your failure to complete your own challenge up on your employee review just for kicks. Besides, you got the feeling that if you let Bruce vanish on you now, you’d never get another opportunity to show him what you’d thought up.
“Are you all right?” Bruce prompted you, after a good half a minute passed without you saying anything.
To answer his question, you took a deep breath. He looked as though he was going to ask again, so you cut him off by starting to sing:
“I get overwhelmed so easily. My anxiety creeps inside of me, makes it so hard to breathe.”
No, your voice was too quiet. Could the man in front of you hear you? All he was doing was frowning at you still. You continued on with the song, growing a little louder with each line until you reached the first verse at full volume:
“But these doubts are haunting me. Oh, why’s it always right before I fall asleep that—”
“JAR?” Tony said. “Play Overwhelmed by Ryan Mack through the speakers. And rip out the voice track!”
“Of course, sir.”
You dove into the chorus as the music swelled around you. Bruce’s frown slowly faded away. Now he looked incredulous. Probably he could not believe he’d entered a universe in which his new coworker would just belt out a song to him in front of all his friends and other coworkers. Would you let that deter you? Not now. In fact, the musical accompaniment gave you the courage to dance along. Your moves were nothing compared to what you figured Natasha’s were, but at least you weren’t just standing there doing nothing anymore.
“I get over…well, well, well, would you look at that? Another person telling me to just ‘relax.’ ‘Calm down and take it easy. Everything will be okay.’ Yeah, sure.”
The astonishment on Bruce’s face twisted into an enormous grin, and he didn’t stop smiling for the rest of your song. All the while, the rest of the Avengers clapped along to the beat piping in from the ceiling.
“I get overwhelmed!”
A brief pause followed this conclusion. Then the group in the living room burst into applause. You couldn’t have cared less about their reaction either way. The only person’s you did care about was Bruce’s. He still hadn’t stopped smiling.
“Isthis what Natasha’s been doing all week that everyone’s being so secretive about?” he asked.
“Yes,” you said, then hastened to explain, “It was my idea. We’re all supposed to draw someone’s name out of a hat and pick a song to sing to them that summarizes them.”
“And you just had to go and draw my name.”
“No! I wanted you. Natasha probably made sure I did. I—I think you’re really sweet, Bruce. I realize this might not be the best way to tell you that, though.”
“No, it was. I loved it.”
You gaped at him. “You did?”
“Yeah. It was perfect. Maybe after training sometime, you and I could—”
All the lights on the floor went out.
“Very funny, Tony,” Bruce said.
“It’s not me,” Tony replied. “JARVIS? Lights, please!”
JARVIS did not respond. The only light came now from the button glowing beside the lift down to the tower’s lower floors. Bruce took your hands in his, presumably to shove you behind him if it came down to a fight. You held your breath until the elevator doors slid open to reveal a shadowed figure that stepped out onto the floor.
“Hey, buddy. Bad call breaking into this place,” Clint said.
A spotlight cut through the darkness. You could not make out who the person was at this distance, only that their clothing sparkled. Ominous music began to fill the room.
“You think you came up with piping in your own background music?” Tony said. “Come back when you’ve got something more original.”
The figure said nothing as it drew closer and closer to the Avengers. Multicolored lights swarmed suddenly across everyone’s faces. Whoever it was struck a pose only a few feet from the couch, and it hit you: It was Director Fury, wearing the same outfit he normally did but with glitter covering his trench coat and eye patch. He launched into his own song:
“Make his fight on the hill in the early day, constant chill deep inside.”
“What the hell?” you heard several of those gathered say. Their confusion did not prevent Director Fury from dancing his way right up to a stunned Tony Stark.
“For whom the bell tolls, time marches on. Sing it!”
Slack jawed, Tony did not blink at all between that moment and the end of Director Fury’s performance. No, it was more than that: Tony didn’t move. No one did. By the time the last notes of Metallica’s For Whom the Bell Tolls faded into nothingness and all the lights flicked back on, your hands had grown warm and moist inside of Bruce’s. Everyone one sat staring like that for what felt ages before Tony made a sudden grab for his phone.
Director Fury snatched Tony’s arm and held it in place. “No one will ever believe you.”
Without uttering another word, Director Fury turned, twinkling, to stride back to the elevator doors through which he’d come. You all remained too stunned to speak for several minutes after he vanished behind them.
“Well,” Natasha said at last, “I think we can all agree on who won [Name]’s Song Challenge.”
A murmur of assent rose from the group.
One by one, each member of the team seem to thaw. Bruce squeezed your hands before releasing you at last. Sure, you might have lost out on the overall win, but you’d won his heart. That was something that even Director Fury wouldn’t be stealing away from you any time soon.
Situation - Bruce & Nat (“Like Or Bond”-Series One Shot)
Bruce x Natasha
Warnings:none
Word count: 388
Requested: I would like to see more Natasha and Reader. Also because Bruce knows how Natasha could never be a mother, and now things could change a little. -@Anon
Authors Note: I like this idea as well, also just thought of an interesting one shot for this series which came to me when I was typing this one up. Stay tuned!
“Your good with her.” Bruce stated as Natasha walked over to him. The whole group had gotten together today to have some fun at a cabin Tony rented. Peter and Y/n came along as well. Bruce had been watching Natasha and Natasha for a while and it made him smile.
“So are you.” Nat responded smiling at Bruce.
“No, you. You are good with her in a way I could never be.” He was right and it was true. Y/n and Nat seemed to be best friends and they also seemed to be even closer. WHich made him happy for Natasha, given her situation. At least she could be a mom or motherly figure to someone.
Nat tilted her head as she wrapped her arms around his torso. “How so?”
“Your relationship with her. It’s like a mother and a daughter’s relationship.” Bruce explained as he to wrapped his arms around her. Pulling her closer.
Nat knew what he meant so she nodded and gave him a tight smile. “Yeah, well. She might be my only chance at that.”
“I’m sorry.” Bruce apologized, grimacing at the fact that she couldn’t have a family of her own.
Natasha shook her head as she ran her hands up and down his back. “Don’t be. Your not the one who took that away from me.”
“But I know how much you would have liked to have a child of your own. Our own.” Bruce knew what she wanted even if she didn’t want to say it.
“I would’ve loved to. But I can’t and you know what?” Nat smiled up at him with raised brows. “I don’t think I’d change how this turned out.”
“Nat-”
“No Bruce, listen.” She shook her head. He didn’t need to say what she knew he was going to say. He needed to know how she felt. “Yes, I’d like to have been able to have my own children. But what I got? You, the Avengers, and that girl over there. I might not have all this if things were different. I love Y/n.So much, and I swear sometimes that girl has some of me in her. She has been calling me mom for a while now and yes we have a mother daughter relationship. I got everything I need right here.”
Now or Never: [Request] Bruce Banner x reader where they both have a crush on each other but don’t know it
Home Is Where The Heart Is:[Request]Imagine being a close friend (or maybe secret girlfriend/wife) of Bruce Banner and during AOU instead of going to Clint’s farm, Bruce brings everyone to your house?
Never Gonna Leave You: [Request]Angsty/fluffy one shot with Bruce that takes place during the first Avengers movie where reader is part of the team and gets kidnapped by Loki so Bruce (as the hulk) saves her after he thrashes Loki around. Then he picks her up and carries her back down to the team because she’s unconscious from Loki attacking her but he’s all gentle and careful with her.
C'mon Baby, Calm Me Down: [Request] Remember in aou where Natasha calmed hulk with that lullaby could you do that scene but during a vacation on the beach Tony pushed him too far and he turned into the hulk and the reader is the only one to calm him
Head in the Ground:Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 [Request]After a painful breakup that led you to relapsing with self harm, Bruce comes over to make sure you’re OK. After spending the night on your couch together, the two of you begin to really think about your relationship and struggle with just how strong your feelings are for each other but realize that when love is real, it’s worth the risk.
A/n: another dream I had, maybe I’ll keep posting them. If you guys don’t mind. Also I tagged characters with a medical degree but could again go for a lot of characters
Trigger warning: hospital, needles, death, CPR
Y/n was an exchange student from another hospital, she was working an internship for her specialist degree on that ward. A doctor from her own hospital was following a lecture that was given there and had promised to meet up after her shift.
Her shift went by quickly until half of the nursing staff had to go to a meeting. Leaving her and a nursing student in charge of the ward for the final half hour.
“I’m going to room 11 to do the final check-ups.” Y/n told the student.
She greeted the patient as she rolled her computer in, putting in his vital signs and finishing up her report. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“No it is best if you go honey.”
It always freaked her out a bit when patients said stuff like that. From behind her computer she could see him put a syringe in a vase with a needle still attached. If that wasn’t odd enough he reached out and put what looked like pills in his mouth.
“What was that?”
“Nothing honey, I think it’s best if you just leave now." This time he sounded much more annoyed
"What kind of pills were they?” She moved her computer out of the way to walk towards the man. When she did he suddenly was holding a hand full of syringes. As a first reaction she grabbed the mans hand and emptied the syringes with her other. “Not on my watch.” She told him before reaching out for the mergency button, but it didn’t work. Confused by why it didn’t work she lost focus and the control of the man his hand. The next thing she felt were the needles piercing into her arm, causing her to scream but also to hit the button for a code blue as a reaction. This time it did work. The man only grinned, he sat down and took the rest of his pills. Y/n heard feet rushing towards the room, but she had collapsed on the floor “It’s not a code blue.” She managed to say “He took pills, and the syringes.” She pointed towards her arm before passing out.
Downstairs the lecture had finished and He found his way upstairs to meet with y/n for coffee. He got pushed aside by 2 nurses rushing towards a room with a crashcart. He hestated a moment before sprinting after it. When he arrived he saw y/n passed out on the floor. “Y/n!” He rushed inside the room quickly assesing the situation as the doctor in charge was slowly putting on his gloves “Sir, could you not do that.” The doctor in the hallway said
“SIR?! He yelled agitated "YOU should start doing your job!”
“She herself said it was not a code blue.” The doctor in the hallway replied again calmly.
The patient who took the pills was escorted out but the two jurses, but y/n had started foaming at the mouth and He didn’t feel a pulse. Without hesitation he started chestcompressions and yelled orders at the doctor in the hallway before turning back to y/n “Come on y/n, you can’t leave me now.”
A/N: Hey guys! This isn’t a request but is something I thought of and I thought it was kinda cute heheh it is an Avengers x Reader fic but you could tell that i was leaning towards a special lil thunder god Anyways, I hope you guys don’t mind me posting my work first while waiting for me to complete the other requests…well, enjoy!
You trudged through the hallways, a big sigh escaping your lips as you ran your fingers through your hair. It was not a good day for you. You messed up a mission and got badly reprimanded for it, you knew you deserved it because it was your fault but that doesn’t mean that it wasn’t a shitty feeling.
“Ugh…” you muttered as you dropped your head and stared at the ground as you walked. Shutting yourself in your room for the next few days didn’t sound like a bad idea.
Pausing in your footsteps, you realised something. You didn’t want to wallow, well, at least not today. Scratching your head, you wondered how to cheer yourself up.
You frowned, you could stay in your room to watch netflix or play your games. No, you don’t want to stay in your room. You continued walking as you thought about it, gasping when you realised what would do the trick. Hugs!
You loved hugs, the feeling of someone holding you close and safe was wonderful. But who should you hug?
Smiling to yourself, you knew what you could do. You were gonna have a competition to find who gives the best hugs. Excitement buzzed through you as you went to find your first competitor.
As you reached the living room, you saw Bruce sitting on the couch watching the news. You shuffled up behind him and tapped his shoulder, making him turn to look at you.
“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted, standing up as he saw your expression. “What’s wrong?”
“My mission didn’t go too well,” you said with a sigh, looking at your feet.
Bruce walked around the couch to stand beside you. “Oh, it’s okay, no one is perfect, you don’t have to worry about it. Do you want a hug?”
You nodded as he pulled you into his arms. You rested your chin on his shoulder as he soothed your back. “What happened?”
“I don’t really wanna talk about it,” you replied. Bruce nodded as he he hugged you for awhile more.
“Feel better?”
You pulled back with a smile. “I do, thank you, Bruce.”
He smiled back as you waved and turned to walk away. Warm and nice hug. You’ll rate it an 8/10. You continued smiling as you went to find the next person.
Going to another floor, you walked down the hallway, you saw Tony in his lab fiddling with some stuff. You walked into the lab, gaining his attention.
“Oh, Y/N, what are you doing here?” He asked as you never came to the lab before.
You were pretty close with Tony so you didn’t want to act too much. Pouting, you raised your arms out. “I want a hug.”
pairings: wanda x black!reader ; bruce x black!reader ; avengers x black!reader
warnings: 18+!!!! wlw smut, mind control in a way?, everything is consensual, oral, using magic for pleasure, exibitionism, voyeurism, sex magick, magical strap on, being tied up, daddy kink
a/n: I do not own these characters but this story and my other works are my own intellectual property. And a big thanks to @vase-of-lilies for my new disclaimer banner!
pairings: wanda x black!reader ; bruce x black!reader ; avengers x black!reader
warnings: 18+!!!! wlw smut, mind control in a way?, everything is consensual, oral, using magic for pleasure, exibitionism, voyeurism, sex magick, magical strap on, being tied up, daddy kink
a/n: I do not own these characters but this story and my other works are my own intellectual property. And a big thanks to @vase-of-lilies for my new disclaimer banner!
pairings: wanda x black!reader ; bruce x black!reader ; avengers x black!reader
warnings: 18+!!!! wlw smut, mind control in a way?, everything is consensual, oral, using magic for pleasure, exibitionism, voyeurism, sex magick, magical strap on, being tied up, daddy kink
a/n: I do not own these characters but this story and my other works are my own intellectual property. And a big thanks to @vase-of-lilies for my new disclaimer banner!
pairings: wanda x black!reader ; bruce x black!reader ; avengers x black!reader
warnings: 18+!!!! wlw smut, mind control in a way?, everything is consensual, oral, using magic for pleasure, exibitionism, voyeurism, sex magick, magical strap on, being tied up, daddy kink
a/n: I do not own these characters but this story and my other works are my own intellectual property. And a big thanks to @vase-of-lilies for my new disclaimer banner!
pairings: wanda x black!reader ; bruce x black!reader ; avengers x black!reader
warnings: 18+!!!! wlw smut, mind control in a way?, everything is consensual, oral, using magic for pleasure, exibitionism, voyeurism, sex magick, magical strap on, being tied up, daddy kink
a/n: I do not own these characters but this story and my other works are my own intellectual property. And a big thanks to @vase-of-lilies for my new disclaimer banner!
—–
“You have no idea how long I have waited and waited to get my turn to ruin you,”
All you could see is red, the tendrils of power flowed from her hands and over you, she wasn’t in your line of sight yet. She was taunting you, teasing you and she didn’t even have to physically touch you. The red ropes tickled your nipples and you called out begging for her hands or her mouth.
“You can beg but I want to take my time with you,”
“Wanda please!,” You mewl. It had been a good month or so between this session and your last and the worst part about it? Bruce doesn’t touch you between sessions. He does it to tease you, he loves to see how needy you become after not being touched and not being able to cum when you want to. So he doesn’t touch you, and you hate it.
“What? this isn’t enough?,” She extends her fingers and her power mocks her gesture, rubbing your clit in circles, it still wasn’t enough but it was something. It was enough to ebb that ache away just a bit.
“I w-want more,” Your wrists flex underneath the soft knot of ribbon she had wrapped ever so neatly around them. It made Wanda exude a particularly dominant demeanor to have you in her bed, with her red silk robe tie complimenting your dark skin. It made her wet to see your back arch and make your breasts reach toward the sky, nipples hard and skin of your breasts moving so delicately and urgently to beg for more. She felt like you were hers when she looks down at your brown toes and see the base of a white polish with red swirls on them to mimic her power.
Wanda has never wanted to kiss or suck anyone’s toes so bad.
“Tell me what you want, Dove,”
“Everything…”
—
“I’ve literally held off on blowing any loads for this and I’m getting close already,” Tony was never afraid to be blunt and at the beginning of this, if he said that, everyone would be appalled but now, they’re all so used to it that they just moan in agreement.
“I still can’t believe we’re doing this,” Steve said. He’s nervous in a way, because he knows after this session, in a few week’s time, it’ll be his turn and he doesn’t want to disappoint. It’s been a while for him, not like decades long (anymore) but long enough for him to doubt his abilities.
“Are you second guessing the fact that a bombshell like Y/N is doing US the pleasure of sleeping with her?,” Sam questioned.
“Yeah, you gotta admit man, this is quite the experience,” Bucky added.
“The best I’ve ever had,” Natasha sighed happily.
“Yeah, yeah, soak it all in now because after this she goes back to being all mine,” Bruce looked over his glasses, to give wink and a smirk.
—
“Hear that, Dove? Your daddy said after all this, he’s gonna go back to keeping you all to himself, that’s why I’m gonna take my time with you,”
She finally stepped into your line of sight, and God did she look ridiculously sexy. Her hair had fallen over her shoulders in second day beach waves and her nipples matched yours in the sense of sitting pretty on her areolas, hard as her body grew more aroused by the second.
She moved her hand delicately but the tendrils that flowed from her had grabbed your legs roughly. You didn’t understand how well she could make her magic flow until it was being used on you in this way. Her other hand moved and the red waves pushed past your labia and into your vagina. The mist of power was so thin itself but inside you it mimicked the girth of a dick. The wet sounds echoed in your ear and hearing how wet you were was so erotic to you. Every time you get fucked, you get hypnotized by the sound of your own wetness, that may make you a little self absorbed but it makes you feel so good about yourself that you make their dicks drown when they’re deep inside and their pussies messy when you scissor.
“God that pussy feels sogood,”
You looked over after she whispered and saw her grinding at the air and her eyes closed. It took a second for you to understand, but she was using her powers to simulate a cock for herself so she could feel how you feel inside.
“Oh..fuck,” you couldn’t help but call out at her action and how hot this was, the sensation she was creating without even having to physically touch you is otherworldly.
“I want it, gimme more, Wanda. I want more,” soon, you weren’t even needing her powers to keep your legs apart because you were opening them wide yourself, “Fuck, baby that shit feels so good,”
“Does it, Dove? Does my malen'kaya suchka like that?,” the way she called you her little bitch in Russian rolled off her tongue like silk. If anyone were to call you that outside of this type of setting, you’d be throwing drinks and punches, but now, all it can do is make you arch your back and moan her name.
Her pace was rich, and slow but her stroke was deep and hard. You could feel your juices running down to your asshole, that just so happens to be winking, wanting some attention as well. She has to be reading your mind, because shortly after, you feel a push up against the tight ring of muscles. You feel full as her waves of power penetrate you in both holes. You feel full just to be getting fucked by an illusion, her power is real, but the feeling of being stuffed by two cocks is not. The waves of red were so thin but the feeling of thick girth was not.
The feeling of wet tongues around your nipples called you to moan out in surprise. You don’t know how she does it but then again, you don’t have the time to figure it out, it’s too fucking good to be trying to figure it out right now.
“Good girl. Take it, there ya go. Take me, take me deep inside,”
You were bucking up at the air, her eyes looked deep into your soul and read you to filth. Her eye contact was too hypnotizing, you couldn’t look away, not with her thrusting her hips like that and definitely not with her juices falling down to the floor like that. Some of it was making a journey down her legs and some was just dripping onto the floor like a leaky faucet, you wanted to be under her catching it.
“Right there, right there, right fucking there. Oh my fff- fuuuuck,” your first orgasm of the night was gifted to you with a bright red bow attached to a sexy redheaded witch. The very redheaded witch who you considered your friend, a friend who now, had your hands tied to the bed, a friend whose bed you made a mess on, (one of many). A friend who was calling you her little bitch is Russian, it was so aggressive yet sultry, she could degrade you in Russian and you would thank her, even if you didn’t know what all of the words meant.
“What a good suchka. Making a mess for me already. You just couldn’t wait to make a wet spot on my bed could you? Your big daddy Brucey has been neglecting you hasn’t he? Poor little Dove,”
—–
“How do you not fuck the day lights out of her in between all of this?,” Clint asks. He almost hates that he went first for all of this, he’s had so many more ideas of what he could do to you and now he’s not sure if he’ll ever get to try them.
“She knows how this goes. She knows who daddy is,”
“Man, you’re better than me,” Bucky sighed.
“I will forever mourn the fact I had to wash Mjölnir after for cleanly purposes. She smells so good I didn’t want to get rid of it,” Thor didn’t want to discuss how often he cums to the memory of your session with him. He wants another go but who knows if he will ever get that chance again.
“I know, I didn’t want to wash her cum off my face either,” Sam adjusts himself as he can feel himself getting hard. Tony sits in a chair, subtly palming himself, he just wants his night with you. He doesn’t care how much he thinks about it, he will reiterate how bad he wants you until it is his turn. Natasha, sat with one leg curled under her as she tries to discreetly hump the heel of her foot, the hardness of the bone and the pressure she made, made great for a humping experience. Steve and Bucky were thrusting into the air at nothing and Thor, Thor just kept squeezing his legs together, in hope that the pressure will ease his raging hard on.
Bruce however, had given up the idea of the listening party etiquette and pulled his cock out, stroking to the sounds of your moans, jerking himself off to the pace of the sound your juices made each time Wanda went in and out of you.
Everyone had begun staring at his leaking head, some of their mouths wide open as it dripped down his shaft. His balls sat comfortably on top of the V his zipper made as it was spread open, they were so heavy he didn’t have an answer for how he would hold himself back before you were spent.
Being uncomfortable wasn’t a thing now. Everyone had settled into the idea of this being their thing. This is what they do together so if they had started out uncomfortable, they got over that fast.
“Shit,” Bruce hissed as he swiped his palm over his angry red tip. He was leaking for you. He missed the feeling of your mouth sucking his tip like you were getting the last drop of a milkshake. His missed feeling your ridged walls as he fucked you into the mattress. Thinking about you, thinking about himself cumming inside you, it was almost too much for him,
He had to slow down.
—–
At this point Wanda was sitting on your face, riding your tongue like a jockey in the Kentucky Derby, almost to the finish line, going for the prize money.
“That’s it, baby. I’m so close, you gonna make me cum? You gonna slurp me up real good?,”
“Mhm! Mhm!,” If your mouth wasn’t full of pussy, you would have shouted your answer for her.
Even though she was on top of you, her magic still flowed from her hands to fuck you silly. She had finally let your hands go and you had your hands latched onto her breasts, tweaking her nipples and choking her while she convulsed from the shocks of pleasure she was receiving.
Wanda was close and she didn’t try to hold back the moans that were bubbling in her throat. She was calling out your name and all you could taste was her essence and feel the moisture of her clammy skin. She was whimpering and damn did she sound good, with the way her breath hitched you could tell she was getting ready to cum.
Her thighs were adding the perfect amount of pressure around your head to make your tongue flick faster, to make your hand squeeze her neck harder.
“I knew your mouth was good for something other than complaining,” Wanda whimpers. She’s right, you’re a complainer but that’s only because you’re so spoiled and of course, there’s nothing wrong with that.
You and Wanda have a running joke that your mouth can do other things than just complain and right now, you were proving it.
It wasn’t long before Wanda came in your mouth and never have you acted so thirsty. She was so pretty when she came, her face was flushed red and her breasts jiggled as the tremors ran over her body. She tasted so good, at this point you didn’t want her to get off your face, you wanted to keep tasting her, drinking her up like she was a ripe strawberry, plump and juicy.
You were surprised when she pulled herself off of you to lick her cum off the corners of your mouth. Lapping it up like it was a hot summer day and your popsicle was melting, she wanted to catch the sugary liquid.
Your tongues swirled together and your clit throbbed when she sucked on your tongue like a lollipop, wanting to suck her own flavor off of you.
“I want you to fuck the hell out of me. When I cum I don’t want to see a flash of white, I want to see you emerging from clouds of red,”
“I will make your dreams come true, Dove. Don’t you worry,”
She wasn’t lying when she said that either. She had you twisted like a pretzel fucking you, she had your face smooshed into the mattress as she ate you from the back. Wanda didn’t come to play, she meant business and she wanted you to come as many times as possible before the sun came up because once the sun came up, it’s game over.
Wanda fucked you so hard you have to brace your hands against the headboard or else your skull would be cracked from the impact. She was feral, she was fucking your orgasms out of you but making sure she got her own nuts as well. The sheets were wet with cum, saliva and sweat, the number of times you began drooling from how much you’ve cum is lost on you. The smell of the room is a bit raunchy but that is to be expected with a mix of bodily fluids.
“Call for your daddy, baby,” she breathed in your ear, “Let him know how good an imaginary cock is fucking his little Dove’s pussy,”
—–
“Daddy! Daddy please, she’s fucking me so ff..ff-ffuucking good!,”
Your screams echoed into the hallway of superheros who were getting their rocks off and sharing moans.
Bruce had beads of sweat along his hairline as he gripped his length tightly in his hands, he wasn’t even trying to hold out anymore, he had gotten nasty with it and started palming his heavy sack, trying to coax his nut out of himself.
“That’s right baby, take it,” he mutters to himself when he hears your calling for him. He knew Wanda was making you feel good but the fact she had you calling his name, had his toes curling.
“God dammit,” Tony cursed, clenching his fingers around his bulge he just needs to hear that final scream, that last whine as you cum for the last time tonight, before he as to wait weeks to hear you like this again. He wants to cum with you, even if he’s not the one in there, he wants to share that orgasm so when he goes back to his room, he can envision it’s you two who were in that room together.
Natasha, poor Natasha was right on the edge, knuckles losing their color with how tight she was gripping the arms of the chair she was in. She never thought humping her own heel would feel so good. It’s a lot better than humping a soft pillow, she could never get the angle right with that, but this way? This way was a game changer.
Sam and Bucky were reminiscing about their nights with you in their minds. The way Sam had you up in the air like that, Bucky thinking about the way his mouth attached to the little cut on your neck. You brought this out of them and they would be lying if they said they weren’t proud of how you did it.
Clint was turned on but he had a good way of hiding it. Not that he was embarrassed but he knows for damn sure if he took his cock out, he’d have busted already. Thor was still palming himself, he was teasing himself trying to see if he could make it past this session without cumming because if he did? He could go back to home and slut himself out to the thought of you while he stared at his hammer and just imagine you riding it again.
Then there was Steve, Steve was half hard and half limp. He is overthinking the fact that this session is almost over and then in a short amount of time it will be his turn. He’s getting hard hearing you like this but he can’t get all the way there because his mind is going a million miles a minute and he’s worried about his performance. If he can’t get out his head now to get hard and stay hard, he begins ti think he might have some performance issues when you’re in front of him.
Stage fright if you will.
Maybe when this is over tonight he can go back to his room and beat his dick until he cums, maybe if he just plans things a little in his head it won’t be an issue. Or maybe he’s just over thinking.
“Harder, harder! please I want iiiit,” you cried out.
They all emitted the same response. A breathy “fuck” was said in unison as your voice had gone shrill.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee,”
Bruce could practically hear the tears that welled in your eyes. You always get so glassy eyed when you’re teetering on the line of being fucked out. You’re almost there and you don’t want to be done just yet, but you’re not sure how much longer you can last.
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Wanda’s pelvis was meeting yours as she thrust inside of you, she had her magic wrapped around her thighs like a strap on except she could feel everything. She could feel the way you clenched tight around her, she can feel your walls throbbing to the beat of your heart, she can feel how fucking warm and wet you were and it drove her mad. She never thought she would be able to experience the inside of someone and derive pleasure from it, she always wanted to and here she is.
“Gimme one more, Dove just one more, I know you can do it, pretty girl. I know it. Be good and give it to me,” her forearms made a frame on each side of your head as her cool forehead was pressed against yours. She was swallowing your moans like they were a sort of life force that kept her going. Your lips are swollen from how hard you two have been kissing one another, biting each other’s lips and sitting on each other’s faces.
You were glad that she untied your arms when she did because you needed the sensation of your nails digging into her back, you needed to hear her swear in Russian as you scratched down her spine.
These little raindrops of feelings were creating an entire storm that was your impending orgasm. Your whimpers were small rumbles of thunder, your body twitching in pleasure lighting bolts. Your sky was getting dark as the clouds came closer, your sky was starting to rain harder and you didn’t have an umbrella.
“Cum in meeee!!,” that final cry was the loudest crack of thunder you could produce. You felt your cum splash on your as you squirted all over Wanda and her sheets.
“That’s it, baby,” Wanda encouraged, “F-ffuucckk!,” her legs tightened up as she came, she couldn’t literally cum inside you bit the feeling was outstanding regardless of if it could be done or not. The fact that you begged for her to is what sent you over the edge.
Your hands flew to your eyes as you began bawling, your body was still hot from the bolts of pleasure that overtook your body. Behind the clouds was a sunny sky, it was the most beautiful storm that could be produced,
“God, shit, th-that was too good,” you gasp. Your smile up at the witch who bends over to kiss your forehead. You both share a laugh when you hear multiple moans from the hallway. You forget that everyone is out there until you’re done and can hear them. You could tell that many were brought to orgasm and with that fact you saw the sun peaking up and you pouted at Wanda.
You didn’t realize how long you two have been at it but at the first sign of the sun you know it was time to get cleaned up, relax a bit and go back to your normal routine.
“I know, Dove,” you don’t even have to say anything before Wanda is speaking. She can see it in your eyes.
“When we wake up, I’ll get you clean and we can watch movies all day. How does that sound?,”
“You got yourself a deal,”
It wasn’t long before you’re waking up to a bunch of groans and mutters. You look down and see that you actually did make a mess for Wanda to have to clean up.
“So that really happened, huh?,” You smirk at her.
“Indeed it was,”
For this session you wanted it to be sort of like a simulation. So, she had put you all to sleep, with everyone’s consent of course. The dream and the actions were real but it going down in person, was not. Wanda would rather have it this way because with this dream she conjured up, it would be a place she could visit any time she wanted, just her. She could watch it however many times she wanted, she could change whatever she wanted. You in that world would be a memory but Wanda would be real. You loved that idea.
It was all one giant wet dream, one of the best you could ever have.
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