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thigh riding headcanons ; original avengers & loki (18+)
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kinktober day twenty five extra
pairing ; bruce banner x gender neutral!reader, clint barton x gender neutral!reader, loki laufeyson x gender neutral!reader, natasha romanov x gender neutral!reader, steve rogers x gender neutral!reader, thor odinson x gender neutral!reader, tony stark x gender neutral!reader
note ; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked
bruce banner
thigh riding is the safest way for bruce to pleasure you because there’s very minimal risk of him hulking out and hurting you
it also allows you both to work around his busy schedule and the state of exhaustion it leaves him in
like he can just lay back in bed in his pyjamas and let you take care of yourself with minimal work on his end whilst he just praises and encourages you in equal measure
or you can just straddle him when he’s at his desk in the lab and take care of yourself whilst he works on some paperwork — one arm holding you steady against his chest whilst the other works on whatever s.h.i.e.l.d assigned to him
he also just enjoys seeing you ride his thighs because he gets a perfect view of every expression and reaction you give him
clint barton
thigh riding is usually used as a type of foreplay for clint or just as a way for you both to get off when you’re both too tired or too busy to do anything else
it’s usually very messy and clumsy, filled with lazily wandering hands and sloppy kisses as you love against each other
he’ll be half guiding you, half letting you take control — getting pleasure both from pleasuring you and from the minimal friction caused by you brushing against his clothes crotch
clint isn’t necessarily talkative when you guys do this, but he does tend to let out a good few grunts, groans and muffled moans that sound vaguely like your name
big on teasing you about it after the fact either through outright stating how good you looked/sounded/felt or by slapping/pinching/patting your ass as a sign of appreciation
loki laufeyson
thigh riding is an act that loki can either take or leave depending on your preferences
like he doesn’t dislike it, and in fact would quite enjoy to see you pleasuring yourself on his thigh — so desperate for him that you can get off without much intervention so long as he’s there
but he solidly prefers oral and penetrative sex to thigh riding
that being said, if you were to ask him he’d be more than happy to oblige — spreading his legs wide to accommodate you where he’s sat and patting one thigh in an inviting gesture be treated by the smug, mischievous smirk that graces his features
he’d either give you his complete attention or none at all; either returning his focus back to whatever it was he was doing beforehand (likely reading a book) and allowing you to take what you needed from him, or taking complete control and guiding you every step of the way as you get off on his thigh
the former is a subtle way to humiliate you and get you to beg for him — to show off the effect he has on you without him having to say a word (you can’t get off without him yet you’re eager enough to soil his clothes with your desperation)
and the latter is a complete show of his dominant nature: large hands grasping at your waist or hips to hold you in place with no room for argument, piercing eyes shamelessly looking over every inch of your body, strong thigh pressed up against your clothed sex and silver tongue teasing and mocking you for your desperation
either way, your climax will come on his terms and you’ll be receiving plentiful teasing commentary before, during and after the fact (including remarks about you returning the favour in due time)
natasha romanov
thigh riding is something that nat enjoys being on the giving and receiving end of depending on her mood
if you’ve been good or she’s too tired to have sex with you, she’ll instruct you to straddle her thigh and ride it — keeping one hand on your hip to maintain control as she lets you take what you need
though this doesn’t mean she’ll let you get away with anything — you’re still very much so at her mercy even if you’re on top, so expect to be given instructions to follow and proper punishments if you fail to do so
even if your relationship is more vanilla, nat would still maintain this air of dominance she’d just lay off the punishments
if she were to ride you, however, it’s usually due to a combination of your misbehaviour and her need for release
as in she’ll straddle you and take whatever pleasure she wants, allowing you to see her completely bare and horny, but forbidding you from touching her and denying you that same release in return (i.e. you can see her but you cannot touch her)
steve rogers
thigh riding is a completely alien concept to steve and would only really be done if he’s too busy to tend to you otherwise (such as if he’s prepping for a mission and has been neglecting you)
doesn’t really guide you as he trusts you enough to let you take what you need, but will have one hand lightly gripping your waist to make sure you don’t fall
will dutifully follow any requests you make of him — though he will 100% get rather red in the face and stammer slightly through his “of course”s and “like that?”s
and whilst he does try to get his work done, he can’t help but get distracted and aroused by the sounds you’re making and the feeling of you sliding along his thigh — especially if you’re leaving a wet patch behind
so despite his best efforts, no more work will be done after this as thigh riding will usually precede love making unless he’s physically unable to do so for some reason
thor odinson
thor is always eager to please you and can get off on giving pleasure alone, so thigh riding would be something he’d happy to try with you
starts off very chatty and vocal, one hand leisurely resting on the small of your back as he praises and compliments you in every tongue he knows — only occasionally breaking it up with questions about if you’d like him to do anything
trusts you to take the reins for the most part, but will sometimes move his thigh up to meet you just to get a reaction out of you
well he tries to hand over the reins, but after a while the combined friction of your leg accidentally brushing against his crotch and the feeling of your arousal through his clothes starts to get the better of him and he starts to take control
of course he’s still chasing your high, but the way his large hands are gripping your waist and his mouth is crashing against yours — successfully muffling the loud groans and grunts he’s making — may be enough to convince you otherwise
but either way you’ll end up reaching your high soon enough, with plentiful bruises on your hips and the swollen lips to prove it
tony stark
tony tends to treat thigh riding as a type of foreplay or one way of him to meet you in the middle if you have a higher libido — which would be shocking considering his reputation
he doesn’t really get too much pleasure out of having you ride him, but he’s not shy about enjoying the view - tending to lean back on his forearms and letting you take what you need
shamelessly looks you up and down and is very big on dirty talk when you’re riding his thighs — commenting on how he can feel you through his clothes and telling you to just “take what you need honey/babe/etc.” whilst he relaxes
as foreplay he’d be much more involved, using it as a way to make sure you’re prepped and excited beforehand by moving with you and reaching down to play with you through your clothes as you grind against him
but either way this man will not be subtle about how much he loves seeing you come undone on top of him
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n3x0tic · 1 year
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Head Cannon: Being Bruce Wayne First Biological Child {Part.2}
Requested! Thinking of a third part.
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After the incident with your adoptive brother, there were many encounters in which he made an effort to talk to you, but you replied with a dry tone on a good day, other days you made a conscious effort to avoid him, and it showed.
You didn’t want to be confused or struggling inside because of him, you had resentment and you did your best so it could not waver.
However the anniversary of your mother’s passing came by. All sorts of gloom and doom clouded your judgement.
You spent an entire morning being caressed by the gracious of the garden, where your mother’s ashes were spread, it was her favorite place in the manor and in time of so much needed clarity you felt her essence help to quell the calamities of your mind.
It was in that specific spot where you always remembered yourself that as much as you tried to show close to no emotion, you were inevitable like your mother.
That day Dick came to the garden with some triangles sandwiches made by Alfred, there were your favorites, and you’d be dammed if you would deny them.
He sat next to you, no words needed. As the both admired the clouds in the sky.
You wanted to say so much to him, pour all the feelings you had against, but the ambience in a sacrilegious place that was your mother last resting place, you wouldn’t dare taint it with your flawed emotions. It was as if you mother was telling you to open your heart, but you were too stubborn to do that, a trait that very well came from your father.
So out of colliding emotions, you cried silently next to him. A few seconds afterwards, your low whimpers called his attention.
He hugged you, burying your face un his chest, where your tears stained his hoodie.
He understood your pain, at less the on that came by loosing a parent.
Dick was surprised to hear the faintest apology that came muffled by the piece of clothing that were against your lips.
He said nothing, and caressed you head, calming your emotions until you fell asleep in his embrace once again.
When you woke up, it was already mid evening.
You noticed Dick’s embrace was now soft, you looked up at him, and noticed he was now the one who was sleeping.
As a way of returning the favor for being there for you, you got out of his embrace without waking him up, to go to his room to get a blanket and his pillow for him to rest well and not get a cold.
Then you went to the kitchen were Alfred was preparing the meal for dinner time. Giving you a modest smile.
He confesses that he saw you and Dick getting quite closer, which was a refreshing sight to see, and one that was very needed.
Then you let him know how your mind was feeling, and how your heart always interfered on your plans, always encountering an impasse that inevitably resulting in you avoiding Dick and your father.
Alfred tells you that maybe you should express your emotions to them, speaking on it was a better way to deal with the situation than to avoid it. But you were scared, the worst part was fearing an outcome you didn’t know.
The next day passed, and in the early morning your father attempted to fix your relationship by going to Wayne Corp for a board meeting, you denied, but he didn’t budge and took you by force.
Throughout the ride to the Corp building, he questioned wether there was something you were upset about. You stood silent fir a few seconds, and remembered Alfred’s words, thinking he was probably the one who pushed your father to talk to you.
You express how your relationship had changed since Dick’s arrival, and how it wasn’t his fault, but there was something inside of you that resented for changing things between you. Because ultimately, with him he got the chance to experience other things that he could never do with you, like having a secret so important that essentially made your bond much stronger.
He suspected the meaning behind your words, and sighed. Saying that there were things that were better kept secret for your safety.
You were never one break your composure, however you punched your passengers door, angriness taking over. "What’s the point of keeping a secret like being Batman when I already know?! Being ignorant to this truths is what’s more dangerous than knowing. Don’t mistake this for anything, I don’t care about joining your little crusade, I care about nothing standing between the two of us!"
Bruce confirmed what you were after, and he was defeated. Never once in his lifespan alongside you, were you able to blow up like that, and as much as he hated it, your words held truth and reason.
And so he conceded the truth to you.
Yet somehow you were still angry that he hesitated, and you were still angry that he choose to confide his secret quickly on a kid who lost his parents, to then later on letting him join him on his suicidal mission.
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renicrusecal · 5 months
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Taming the Beast
Pairing: Bruce Banner x reader x Hulk
Warnings: injuries
Requested by: BuckyGoddesswolf on wattpad
Pronouns: They/Them
Extra Information: Soulmate AU where you have their favourite animal picture
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Y/N smiled politely at Steve as he stepped aside to let them into the lab. They had been tasked to take note of all progress made locating the tesseract and had to wait in the lab, giving any update they could to Agent Hill. As they entered, Tony and Bruce were talking about Loki, but they made an effort not to listen in too much. They just quietly walked over to their station to work alone and hopefully unnoticed. As the conversation became more personal, they were sure they had achieved that goal. 
As Bruce spoke it became increasingly clear how much resentment he held for the Hulk. They couldn't help but feel bad as they realised how much he must have changed Bruce's life. Soon enough the room went quiet and they could focus on their work again. 
That focus was unfortunately interrupted when Agent Hill spoke to them through their earpiece. Apparently Bruce was expected to Hulk out soon, so someone had to be there to keep him calm.
A feat proving increasingly difficult as more people come in. Fury's raised voice about the Tesseract was a worry, but not as much as Steve making everyone jump as he slammed a weapon down on the table. Natasha and Thor followed closely behind and they realised how serious the situation was. However, working closely beside Fury meant Y/N was already aware of his plans for the Tesseract. 
"You wanna think about removing yourself from this environment, Doctor?" Natasha asked as the room grew tense.
Even Bruce started to raise his voice at this point. Y/N understood the teams anger, though. They even particially agreed. Now life from other worlds was known, it was important to protect the Earth. But mass destruction weapons could bring too many problems.
They began to lose track of who was talking as everyone argued. Even their heart rate began to rise; they realised something was very wrong and Bruce had to be removed. 
"What are we, a team? No, we're a chemical mixture that makes chaos. We're a time bomb."
"You need to step away." Fury tells him. 
"Why shouldn't the guy let off a little steam?" Tony places a hand on Steve's shoulder, which just riles him up. 
When Steve squared up to Tony, explaining everything he was doing wrong, Fury made eye contact with Y/N. They knew now was the time to try and help banner just in case. They moved to stand near him and still no one in the room seemed to notice them. 
"Agent L/N, could you escort Dr Banner back to his room?" At that point the others finally realise someone had been in the room with them the entire time.
"Where? You rented my room."
"The cells was just in case-"
"In case you needed to kill me. But you can't. I know, I tried. I got low, I didn't seen an end. So, I put a bullet in my mouth, and the other guy spit it out. So I moved on. I focused on helping other people. I was good. Until you dragged me back into this freak show and put everyone here at risk. You want to know my secret? You wanna know how I stay calm?" The others reached for their weapons as Bruce picked up the scepter.
"Doctor Banner." Y/N placed their hand over his. They couldn't help but notice their favourite animal painted on his skin above their hand. A shocked expression overtook his features as he realised why. They slowly took it away from him and placed it back on the table. "Let be walk you back to your room or somewhere else you can be comfortable."
He stared at them as they smiled. His eyes glossed over and Y/N realised he probably hadn't felt someone care for his well-being instead of everyone else's since his accident. Beeping interrupted the moment and he rushed over to a computer with Y/N close behind. Steve and Tony immediately returned to their bickering. 
Before they could see that the energy signature of the scepter was matched, the floor below their feet collapsed. Y/N landed on the metal walkway below. A huge chunk of metal landed on their foot, almost crushing it. But that wasn't their biggest problem. 
Beside them Bruce was laying face down and breathing  heavily. 
"Doctor Banner, Bruce. Listen to me. Everything will be fine, you can fight this." They tried pulling their foot out but every time they moved pain shot up their leg. Trying not to yell out incase it started him, they reached out for his hand. 
Green covered his skin, his muscles grew and his clothes tore apart. Groaning, Bruce pushed himself over the ledge and fell to an even lower floor. As expected, Bruce turned into the Hulk. Unexpectedly, however, was Y/N's arm started to tingle at the exact same time. Shocked, they watched the lamb tattooed onto their skin turn into a lion. It wasn't the first time it had happened, but now they finally understood why. It had started happening a few years prior for varying amounts of time. 
Y/N continued to struggle under the metal, trying to keep their pained cries quiet as to not attract the Hulk's attention. It didn't work. As soon as he regained awareness of his surroundings, he was climbing back up into the ledge and moving towards them like a gorilla. But his movements were slow, careful, as if he was nervous. The Hulk almost shied away when they looked up in fear. He didn't stop staring at their arm though. His huge hands were gentle as he touches their mark and held their hand in his own. Y/N would have laughed at the difference in size if they weren't in so much pain. 
A loud sob broke through the silence and the Hulk finally realised why they continued to lie there. He easily picked up the metal and threw it away. Picking them up gingerly, he made a deep grumbling noise that sounded like he was cooing.
He carried them through the hallways, swatting away anyone trying to get in his way. Various agents shot at him, hoping to render him immobile. The Hulk moved fine through the corridor, however he was bigger than the door into the medbay. He desperately tried squeezing through, but he didn't want to risk hurting Y/N in his arms. Eventually a nurse had to take them from his arms so he wouldn't break the wall. 
"Don't worry, they'll take care of me." They smiled to reassure him. 
Hulk sat down outside and waited. The rest of the helicarrier descended into chaos, but he refused to move. Sitting there quietly, he eventually calmed down enough to shrink back to Bruce. 
Sheepishly – with his torn clothes almost falling off completely – Bruce walked in. There was a curtain surrounding their bed so neither of them had to worry about people staring.
"I'm sorry about him."
Y/N grabbed his hand and pulled him closer. "There's nothing to apologise for, Bruce," They turned his arm so they could compare his mark to theirs. "You're my soulmates and if it weren't for him who knows how long I would have been trapped."
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angelyuji · 2 years
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flirting and kissing
natasha romanoff x gn!reader
“that’s why i don’t shop there anymore. they don’t have anything cute anyway, to be honest, but everything was so cheap.” natasha stares at your lips as you pout, reminiscing about some story. she was trying to focus on what you’re saying, but something about you was distracting her. “nat?” maybe it was the way your forehead creased and your eyebrows furrowed. it reminded of her of a small puppy. “hello??” maybe it was the way your eyes sparkled about whatever you talk about. so pretty and big. she wanted to stare into your eyes forever. “natasta?” she blinks and realizes how far her mind was. you sit, cross-legged, across from her on the couch, turned to face her.
“sorry, i-”
you giggle, “don’t worry about it, i’ve been talking too much anyway. i was probably boring you.”
“no! no, you could never bore me!” she grabs your hand and squeezes. you stare at her, startled. her eyes widen and, quickly, she lets go of you. “keep talking, i like your stories.” she turns away, she feels a blush run up her face.
“o-oh okay, anyway-” you start talking once more, but natasha couldn’t focus. embarrassed, she couldn’t find it in herself to look at you. “natasha.” you call out to her, your voice stern. she looks at you, resigned. “what’s up with you?” you ask, concerned.
something in her melts at the softness in your voice, “i used to be really good at this.” she gestured between her and you. you tilt your head, all puppy-like, in confusion. you start to ask what she means when she continues, “god, i really really like you. and i don’t know how to make it stop cause you deserve someone better, someone less… damaged.” her voice breaks, and she feels hot tears start to stream down her face. it takes her back to bruce and steve and every person that she’s ever tried to love. “i’ve always been too damaged, too broken, too scarred, too-” the sob stuck in her throat breaks her sentence. natasha looks away, not wanting you to see her like this.
“nat…” she feels your palm on her cheek, cradling her face. she leans into it and you gently turn her head towards you. both your hands cradle her face as you both sit an inch apart. tears continue to fall and her eyes trail to your lips. you lean in and your lips press. she pulls you in by the waist. she kisses you like you’ll disappear if she stops. you kiss back with the same urgency. her hands tight around your waist and you sit on her lap. your hands pulling her face against yours. you pull away and natasha chases after you. with a small smile, you rest your forehead against hers. she sighs.
“you are not unlovable. you are a warrior, a hero. you deserve the world and the sun and the moon. and, dare i say it, the whole universe.” you take your hands off her and gesture wildly. natasha smiles and you start to wipe her tears. she leans into your touch. “i like you too, you know. i really, really, really like you.” she pulls you closer, your head falls onto her shoulder. she leans her cheek on your head.
she lets out a wet chuckle, “i swear, i used to be really good at flirting.”
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tonyspank · 2 years
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*Asking the Avengers what comes first, cereal or the milk.*
Y/N: Cereal.
Thor: Both, I pour them at the same time so the other doesn’t feel left out.
Tony: Cereal, obviously?
Clint: The milk.
Natasha: I don’t eat cereal, I’m not a child.
Steve: Eating sugar in the morning isn’t good for you, I recommend eating— *continues ranting on better options for breakfast*
Bruce: I eat just the cereal, I’m lactose.
Wanda: I don’t eat in the morning. I cry.
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lostgirlfandom · 1 year
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How You Meet the Avengers
Pairing: GN!Reader x Avengers (Platonic)
Warnings: Mentions of blood
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You met all the Avengers separately. Originally you had joined Sheild before the Avengers were a thing and one day when you were kidnapped by some crazy scientist that proceeded to experiment on you, you were then considered for the Avengers Initiative... only considered since you couldn’t quite control the random powers you gained from the experiments.  
You met Tony Stark when you had to join Natasha one day at the Stark Tower.  
You were in his little penthouse and were in front of some random... thing that was in his living room, waiting for the man himself to meet up with you and Nat.  
Your hand had reached forward to touch it, to see what it was because you had no clue what it was exactly, when you heard from the elevator; “Don’t breathe on that, it’s expensive.”  
You froze and then straightened up before turning to the voice, who turned out to be Tony. Nat was sitting on the couch, covering up a small grin in amusement at the innocent look you had put on your face.  
Tony swaggered over and dragged his eyes over your person.  
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You gave a big grin as you rocked on the balls of your feet.  
Tony’s lips twitched before scoffing. “We’ll get along great.”
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You met Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes one day after getting back from a mission that went a little sideways. You had just walked into the communal area in bloody clothes when you paused at the site of Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers.  
They also paused at the site of you standing there like a deer in headlights.  
Brushing off the sudden and shocked silence, you grinned and waved at the two. “Hiiiii! I’m Y/N otherwise known as [Alias]. Nice to meet you two!”  
Bucky raised an eyebrow and looked you over slowly while Steve opened his mouth slowly while frowning his eyebrows. “Uhhh... Steve.” He gave a major pause while opening and closing his mouth.  
Bucky picked up the question. “Is that blood?” He tilted his head.  
You looked down at your clothes and then looked up. Biting your lip before slowly answering. “No...?” You even looked confused at your answer.  
Bucky gave a bark of a laugh while Steve looked more concerned. “That’s not a question you’re supposed to answer with another question.”  
You chuckled nervously while rubbing the back of your neck.  
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How you met Bruce Banner was even worse.  
You had just accidentally broken a very expensive training robot and had just walked out of the training room and bumped into Bruce.  
Grinning guiltily, you put your hands behind your back. “Did you see that?” You asked casually.
He had glanced behind you while adjusting his glasses and saw the robot on fire and looked lost. “Umm...”
“The correct answer is no... no you didn’t. Nice to meet you Dr. Banner!” You spoke cheerily before taking off down the hallway as fast as you could.  
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Thor and Loki were interesting.  
Thor was in the living room, plastered to the glass overlooking the city of Stark Tower when you walked in and he was grinning as he observed everything.  
“Lady Natasha! What is the word for that infestation of tiny creatures over there?!” He pointed somewhere.  
Curious, you followed Nat over to the window and looked to where he was pointing and you laughed heartedly as Nat deadpanned. “Those are children... That’s a school.” She said with no emotion in her tone. Making you laugh even more, to the point you leaned against the window next to them.  
Meeting Loki was during the Invasion when you were making your way to the top of the Tower with Nat and you misjudged where to land so you landed on the area that was Tony’s suit landing area... You tucked and rolled and then landed in front of some feet.
Freezing, you stared at the boots for a moment. Thinking to yourself, “Shitshitshitshitshit... why me?”  
“Mortal...” A deep accented voice spoke from above you. Leaking of arrogance and prestige.  
You rushed to stand up and straightened up. But you froze at the man before you. Why did he have to be so attractive...
You laughed nervously as Loki examined you from top to bottom. “Don’t mind me...I’ll just go find a corner to have my existential crisis.” You tried to move to the side to walk around him, but he cut you off with the Septer. You looked down at it and then back up.  
“Shouldn’t you be worshipping me, mortal?” He gave a mad grin, which made his appearance look a little more haggard.  
In your mind, you said yes but outward you spoke. “Not interested, thanks.” You gave an anxious grin.  
Loki’s face dropped for a moment but took steps closer to you. He looked out the window behind me and then turned back to you. “This is a beautiful world.” He said sarcastically will a tilt of his head and smarmy grin.  
You gave a big eye smile and sassed “Shame you came from so far away to destroy it, huh?”
He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Not really.”
Quickly you ducked and then took off away from him. You gave him a sassy salute and grin, observing his face as he looked at you shocked for a moment. “Later, Mischief!”  
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Meeting Clint was the most fun. He was the one that recruited you. After escaping the scientist that experimented on you, you were living on the street for a good while.  
You had just stolen some food from an expensive restaurant and had made your way to one of the building’s roof to sit and eat while enjoying the view.  
In the middle of your meal, a man sat next to you and took a bite from the container. “Pretty snazzy food you got there.”
You froze and watched him wide eyed for a moment before contemplating jumping to escape.  
He nonchalantly took another bite as he looked over the city. “Don’t jump, I don’t wanna have to chase you. It took a while to track you down.”
You frowned your eyebrows and sighed. “What are you? Cop?”  
He snorted. “Nah, I just worked for a company called The Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division.”
You blinked and scrunched your face up. “What? Did someone not know how to shorten names?”  
“I think they are going to shorten it to S.H.I.E.L.D.” He shrugged and then reached up to adjust something on the side of his head. You notice of the hearing aid and your lips twitched before straightening up.  
“And why have you been tracking me down?” You started to swing your legs over the side of the building as you observed the man next to you.  
He gave a smile, “I think I have a job for you kid.”
-
Natasha was short and sweet...  
A few months after your training finally finished, Clint told you that he had someone he wanted you to meet and potentially become your mentor.  
Following Clint into a training room in one of Sheild’s headquarter buildings, you spotted a red headed lady with a face set into an emotionless mask.  
You walked up with Clint and Clint spoke up, “Nat, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Natasha Romanoff, otherwise known as the Black Widow.”
Your face set into an awed expression. “Woahhhh, so badass...” You grinned. “You get on Clint’s nerves, too?” You teased.  
You saw her lips twitch but her mask remained. She looked you up and down before turning to Clint. “They’ll do.”
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autistic-inmate · 2 years
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LOKI X GN!READER
- You were starting to feel like a burden to everyone after they were too busy for you, Loki noticed and came to check up on you 😊
fluff 😇
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"Hey Tony!" I walked into the lab where he was working on his suite once again, "Hey kiddo kinda busy right now, could ya come back later?" He muttered, too absorbed in his work to even glance in my direction. I didn't want to give up just yet though, "But Tony I have an idea for-" but I got cut off by an irritated sounding Tony. "Y/n I said not now, this is important." I huffed and walked out, bumping into Bruce on the way.
"Bruce! Hey I wanted to tell you about how my science exam went-" but once again I got cut off, he didn't even stop walking properly as he turned around, "I'd love to hear how it went, y/n, but I'm really busy. But tell me later, please!" He rushed out before practically running down the hall into the lab. I understood that they were really busy people and were probably doing something important to help save earth or whatever, so I gave them the benefit of the doubt.
I went past Thor as I was on my way to Peters room, "Thor! Can I tell you about this really weird dream I had last night?" And he actually stopped and asked if he could go first because he also had a weird dream. It ended up being about Loki pretending to be a cute puppy and distracting Thor so his friends, 'the scary bird things', could swoop by and steal Thor's pop tarts. "I swear 99% of the dreams you have are pop tart related." I laughed and he agreed so I asked if I could tell him my dream. "So we were in a car with Tony, Loki and Nat. Scott was just sat in the boot right? And we stopped at a shop when I thought I saw, you know that person from the tv show we-" I got interrupted again.
"Hey Thor, you ready?" Steve's voice reached my ears as he walked up the corridor to us. "Oh, yes. Sorry y/n, but I promised Steven here that I would spa with him in the training room." He smiled politely as Cap walked past throwing a quick "hey" my way, before they got into the elevator and the doors closed. I sighed as I made my way to Parker's room whilst muttering "Fine, I guess I'll tell Peter my dream."
I knocked on and heard a cheery "come in!" So I opened the door and was met by Peter sitting cross legged on his bed with his phone. "Hey, I-" I stopped myself as he turned his phone towards me and I saw Neds face across his screen. "Hiiii y/n!" He waved and I smiled, "Oh hey Ned!" I waved awkwardly as I walked closer to Peter. "Hey y/n, me and Ned are talking about Star Wars, have you ever seen the movies?" And I shook my head, "No, I've never got round to watching them." I smiled awkwardly as Peter made a shocked face and I heard Ned start explaining to me the different reasons to start watching them right this second. I told Ned that I'll think about watching them later and that seemed to stop his rambling, "I'll leave you guys to your Star Wars talk then." I smiled as I walked out after they said bye.
I sighed again as I got to my room and opened the door, I looked around and decided to just sit on my bed. I played music through my speaker and sang along softly. It sucked when everyone seemed too busy to talk to me. I haven't had a proper conversation with anyone in a while considering they have all been out on missions throughout the week and I've been staying here because I wasn't feeling well. I know I may be over reacting but I’m starting to feel kind of lonely. It's only been small talk in between busy schedules that consists off "Hey, how was your day?" I can't really answer that question because I've been stuck at the tower and they can't really answer that question because they still have too much to do. I'm starting to feel like I'm a burden to everyone, whenever I try and talk to anyone I just feel like I’m annoying them. I heard a knock on my door so I turned my music down before shouting "Come in!"
The door opened and in came Loki. He stood just by the door and greeted me politely as usual. "Hey Loki." I smiled sadly and he frowned. "Are you alright, y/n?" I shrugged at the question and he shut the door before coming over and sitting on the end of my bed. "What's bothering you, darling?" He stared intently at me waiting for my answer and I pursed my lips debating on whether to tell him or not, in fear of looking silly or dramatic.
"I'm not going to judge you, no matter what it is, you can talk to me y/n." He smiled encouragingly and I took a breath. "It- it's stupid really, I just, I'm starting to kinda feel like a burden to everyone." I shrugged and Loki frowned again, "Why would you think that, darling?" Loki was always so kind to me, despite what they others say about him, he actually seemed like a good guy. "Well, every time I try to talk to anyone, they all say they're too busy or I get interrupted and the person I'm trying to speak to gets distracted, like they'd rather do anything else other than speak to me." I looked down and played with my hands before I heard him start speaking.
"Well they are all morons for not giving you the attention you deserve, darling. How come you never tried to talk to me? I assure you, I would've listened y/n." And I looked up in confusion, "I just assumed you wouldn't want some ‘mortal’ disturbing you, trying to tell you about their weird dreams." I smiled awkwardly.
"You shouldn't assume, darling, and you are not just some ‘mortal’. You are one of the few mortals I can tolerate, I would even go as far as to say that I enjoy your company." He smiled sincerely and I had that surprised expression across my face again. "You enjoy my company?" I asked and he chuckled softly, "Y/n if I didn't enjoy your company, I would have told you by now. Besides, I think you are the only person that shows genuine kindness towards me, even if I don't deserve it."
It was my turn to frown now, I cautiously placed my hand over his. His eyes immediately shot towards the small show of affection and I could tell he didn't really know how to react. "Loki," I called his name softly and waited for his attention to come back to me fully, his gaze landed on me again before I carried on, "you do deserve my kindness, but you know what you don't deserve? The hatred that you've been shown, from your father, from some of the people that live in this tower and from the random people that only know you because of the New York incident. I don't think it's very fair, I can see that you're trying your best and I'm proud of you, Loki, I- I just want you to know that I enjoy your company too and I'm grateful for our friendship. Oh and just so you know, if I ever meet Odin, you're gonna have to refrain me from punching him in the face." I grinned and he chuckled.
He looked into my eyes for a moment, as if he were trying to see if I meant everything I had just said. "Thankyou, y/n." He didn't have to say anything more because as he took ahold of my hand and gazed at me, I could tell he really did appreciate it. "Now, could you tell me your dream, darling?" He asked as he let my hand go before getting comfortable on my bed and leaning against the wall. I then told him my dream and we both laughed about it, we spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying each other's company. He told me stories of Asgard as I showed him new music and spoke about my childhood.
One thing is for certain, I'm definitely going to be spending a lot more time with Loki in the future. :)
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MCU Masterlist
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Kate Bishop
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Peter Parker
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Y/N: Well, aren’t you all a rag-tag group of adventurers with unclear goals and good hearts! Oh, let me guess: you’re out to save the world!
Steve: Well, actually, that sounds like a pretty fair assessment.
Tony: More or less, I guess...
Natasha: That sounds awesome! Let’s do that!
Clint : I’m new here, but I am open to the concept.
Bruce: I thought that’s what we were doing, guys, come on!
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Dreaming of you
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Pairing: Bruce Banner x gn!reader
Synopsis: Reader accompanies her friend to a press event at Avengers tower, where they meet Bruce. Who they share a very nice evening with.
Warnings: mentions of alcohol consume
Word count: 2.9 k
„I’m telling you for the last time. I don´t do Parties. I don´t do People. I do books. Books are good, books can´t hurt you…” 
“First of all, you do People or else we wouldn´t be talking right now and secondly books are very able to hurt people. You alone have suffered many paper cuts and bruises from them.” 
“Only because you threw them at me.”, you pointed an accusing finger at your friend. 
Her nervous laughter filled the room, as her arms came up in a defensive manner. 
“Alright, alright. Still your coming with me tomorrow.” 
“You know I am. Just let me complain about it at least.” 
“Knock yourself out then. Now help me with the dress.” 
Pulling up the zipper in the back your friend turned in every direction to see how the cloth fitted her, ultimately turning her head to look at you questioningly. You had been in the store for what felt like hours now in search for some new clothes to wear for a press event at the newly named Avengers tower. Showing her a quick thumbs up you slumped back down in the provided seats by the changing rooms hoping to be done soon. It was bad enough she made you go the event as it was already, but this was really wearing you out. 
“I think we can go now.”, said your friend as she stepped outside the dressing room. 
Making a bee line to the register and then finally stepping into the cooling afternoon air. Almost reflexively you took a deep breath and stretched your arms out. 
“You wanna grab a coffee before we head home?” 
“Sure.”, you just hoped the day would end already. The feeling of having to attend this social gathering made your stomach turn. Hopefully this whole thing was just gonna go by well. 
With this thought in mind, you fell into a very restless sleep that night. 
What woke you up way into the next morning was the shrill sounds of the doorbell. 
Shuffling to the door in a hurry to on a dressing gown at least and a pounding heart from just being ripped out of a weird dream you opened to two cups of coffee. Attached to the paper cups you’re your way to awake friend, who shot you a wide smile. 
“Good morning!” 
“And what a morning it is.” 
Letting her in, you went back into the bedroom to make yourself look presentable, before joining her in the kitchen. 
You spent the afternoon talking and then got ready to leave in the early evening. 
Arriving at the tower, the so-called press event equaled more of a house party. There was music, people stood around talking in small groups and multiple people were tending the bar. Here and there you could see an Avenger sit or stand talking and associating themselves, though undoubtedly the life of the party was Tony Stark. You didn’t particularly like the man behind the suit of armor, but to say you dislike him was too much too. You just didn´t understand how someone could love being in the center of everyone’s attention to this extent. 
Your friend saw the headshake you gave at the sight of it all and immediately pulled you towards the bar to sit down no two free stools for the first of many drinks of the night. 
As time passed by, she left to do the job for which she was invited, effectively leaving you alone at the bar, basically hugging the fancy glass for comfort. Letting your gaze wander eventually, you made out another person sitting in a relatively quiet corner. Taking a better look at the figure you recognized Dr. Bruce Banner. He looked even more unwell than you felt in that room, but you had to admit the simple black suit he was wearing, made him look very good. As soon as the thought formed in your brain you could feel a hand on your shoulder, getting your attention away from the scientist. 
“You should go talk to him, you know.” 
“What? I don´t know what you mean.” 
“I saw you looking at the Doctor. Go talk to him. It would be sad if the only person you talked to all night would be the person you came with.” 
“I told you before I don´t do people. Also, what if he thinks I am stupid or something?” 
“To be fair compared to him we probably all are.”, your friend joked. “You should still go over and talk to him.” 
She gave you a rather strong nudge in the direction where Banner was sitting. Holding up your hands to signal you were doing what she wanted grabbing another drink on the way there. With every step your hands got sweatier and breath shakier. Why were you even this nervous anyway. He was just a normal person like anyone else…. Except for the fact that he was very smart and working with the Avengers. You scolded yourself shortly before sitting down in the sofa corner. 
Giving him a small smile and a courteous nod as a greeting you received one back, but still any and every word you wanted to say got stuck in your throat. 
“You seem to enjoy these… events as much as I do. Wich is about not all.”, mentally cursing yourself for starting off in such a stupid manner still offering a hopefully pleasant smile to the Avenger. 
“Oh, yeah. I guess I´m just not a typical people person.” 
“Hm, I feel that.”, you gave an affirmative hum. 
“I-I´m sorry have we met before.”, he now turned his body towards you completely. 
“Oh no. No, I´m just here because a good friend of mine wanted me to come.”, you pointed over at where you had seen her last. ”Normally I do prefer a good book over a crowd this big.” 
“Yeah, yeah, I guess I kind of got the choice of attending taken away too. Kind of comes with the field of work.” 
“Oh, heh yeah definitely. You know I always wanted to learn something about what it is that your doing. The science stuff that is.”, that really seemed to get him out of his shell a bit as a twinkle appeared in his eyes. 
“Do you really want to know?” 
“Yes, I always thought it to be very interesting.” 
“What do you do for a living then?”, he seemed genuinely curious. 
“I ´only´ work as a dance teacher.” 
“Really? I never learnt that…”, as he trailed off the sentence a sudden burst of confidence overcame you. 
“Maybe we could go somewhere a little quieter and teach each other. No innuendo intended, of course.”, that was definitely the alcohol talking now. 
Still, while he took his time to answer you downed the rest of the glass of champagne. The warm feeling it set free throughout all your body was something unused to, but definitely not unwelcome. 
“Yeah sure.”, that was all you needed to put down the empty glass on the table and go for what looked like an exit of the area. 
Bruce in tow you grabbed another two glasses of the fancy beverage off a tray that came right out of the area they seemed to be poured in to find an empty room right on the first try. 
It was big and empty and with the light on seemed like an office. 
Immediately you made a bee line for the Arm chairs in the corner. Sitting down you relocated your seats so you were facing each other comfortably and as you did so the dark-haired man started talking. 
At first it was easy to follow along, but as the first glass got emptier you couldn´t help but concentrate on his face and the way his voice sounded so smooth and dark it felt like you were in a different dimension. A dimension where it was just the two of you. No party that you just escaped from no other pressures nothing just you and the sound of his entrancing voice. So, as you studied his features, a strange sensation overcame you. It was as if you had seen this face before. The long eyelashes that framed those deep, chocolaty brown eyes, that twinkled with actual interest and kind of passion for what he was talking about as he told you about the PhDs and what he did. Everything about his face down to the smallest wrinkle. 
It all felt like you had seen him before, yet you knew that just wasn´t possible. For sure that was just the alcohol trying to tell you something. Whatever it was supposed to be. 
“I talked so much I hope I didn´t bore you.”, his hand came up to sheepishly scratch his neck and then down to straighten the suit. 
That statement brought you back into reality with him. 
“What? No, believe me it’s very hard to do that. And to be honest you are one of the most interesting people I have met.”, looking down you saw that in the meantime not only the first but also half of the second glass was emptied already. 
Setting the drink aside you stood up and extended your arm in a silent offer for him to take it. 
“I do however think it is only fair that you learn something now.”  
You had a slight sway in your stance already and the music from the main event was still very much audible, but that did not hold you back from putting on some slower music to play over the phones crappy speaker and get back to the man that looked almost like a lost puppy standing there in the middle of the room, playing with the sleeves of his dress shirt. The suits jacket hanging neatly over his previous seat. Making sure to not grab his hands too tightly you placed one on your back and took the other into yours, to assume your own position. You could see how unsure he was in the way his head tilted downwards as soon as you took the first step to lead him into one of the easiest dances you knew. Next thing that happened was his hand, that held yours, held on just a little tighter. 
 It was really cute, but no matter how often you tried to turn his head back up in an attempted to initialize some eye contact it didn´t last long until your fingers picked up his chin once more. Bruce, as he had insisted you´d call him, looked up at you from under the before noticed long lashes and for the first time a deep eye contact formed. In that moment it all came back to you. That feeling from earlier wasn´t the booze, it also wasn´t coming from just anywhere. You had seen this exact scene in your dream just a couple of hours back. About him talking, getting lost in his voice, dancing and about what was about to happen next. 
Sliding your hand away from under his chin it settled on the side of his face almost at his neck. Movements slowed down, music blending even more into the background than already before. That almost electrical crackling that happened before going in for a kiss surrounded you and only God knew just how much you wanted to kiss him in that moment. Yet at the same time it felt so nice to just stay in that moment, revel in that feeling, but your movements never stopped and so the two of you kept dancing. This time with less looking at feet and more looking into each other’s eyes. You could tell by the flickering light behind his gaze that he felt a similar way about this, yet neither of you dared to say a word. The atmosphere in the room became so peaceful it stood in complete contrast to where you had found yourself in only so shortly ago, but soon you found yourself sat back down talking about everything and nothing at the same time. 
Between talking and dancing hours had past and it wouldn´t have bothered you until during one particular turn you got faced with the clock on the wall. 
One quick glance at the time brought you back to reality completely. Stopping in your tracks, earned you a couple of questioning looks. 
“I have to find my friend before she leaves without me.”, you tried to explain without showing your obvious wish to continue spending time with him. “I really enjoyed spending time with you though. You actually are a great dancer when you don´t look at your feet all the time.” 
The two of you shared a chuckle before grabbing your stuff and going back to the main events area. Looking and even asking around for a while lead to no result and so you decided to go outside to call for a cab. 
“Do you want to come with?”, you asked hopeful. 
“Oh, um don´t get this the wrong way. I enjoyed this evening too, but I think this wouldn´t be a good idea.”, Bruce started to fumble with his sleeves again. 
“Oh, shit you think I meant… Oh no… How about I give you my number then and you can text me whenever you have a bit of free time so we can hang out again?” 
It felt like an eternity passed until he answered, but when he did a wave of relieve washed over you. 
“Yes, I´d like that very much.” 
Bruce pulled out an older looking phone before handing it over so you could type in the numbers. 
You got ready to hand it back just in time for the cab to arrive. Opening the door, you turned around at the sound of his voice once more. 
“Get home save.”, the words were accompanied by a shy wave. 
“You too, Bruce. Good night.”, a smile finally fought its way free as you made your way home. 
Luckily you didn´t live too far and so it wasn´t long until you were able to lean against a close door to slip of the uncomfortable shoes, that your friend made you wear. Pulling the dress over your head in the hallway you decided you were too tired to wash up and instead fell into bed instead. Taking one last look at your phone before leaving it to charge you saw a message from an unknown number. 
´Thank you for a nice evening. Good night. - Bruce´ 
A squeal escaped your lips as you texted him back a quick good night and made mental note to scold your friend for leaving you alone, but that was all you could get done before your eyes fell shut by themselves, lulling you into a well-deserved and very nice sleep. 
However, it did not take long until you woke up again, the sun tickling your nose and a splitting headache trying to kill you. Death would be too easy though, so you decided to make a can of coffee and then start your day by washing of last night’s make up. 
All those plans were put on hold as the front door opened and then fell close with a loud thud. 
“Rise and shine!”, never in your live have you hated a humans existence more than right now. 
“I´m in the kitchen, but please be a little quieter.” 
Your friends face appeared from the hallway with a happy expression. 
“How are you in such a good mood?”, you asked before chugging and refilling the rest of your cup. 
“I didn´t drink too much and I left early.”, was her answer as she sat down across the table. 
“On the subject of that… You completely left me alone there.” 
“I mean I saw you leave with the doctor and thought I wouldn´t see you again until today anyway so… How was the evening with him anyway? Give me all the dirty little details.” 
“First of all, there is no dirty little details to tell. We just went into the next room to talk in peace since there were way too many people around and then we talked and I taught him how to dance… And then we kind of almost kissed, I guess. It´s weird you know? In that moment I felt like I´ve known him forever.” 
“You talked?”, disbelieve was practically written all over her face. 
“You seem to forget I am not you. No judgement though.” 
“Yeah yeah, but you at least got his number, right?” 
“I did, before having to get a cab home… I could really listen to him talk for hours his voice is so nice and we talked about literally everything and nothing. He´s so nice and easy to be around. Like I don´t have to pretend I´m someone else just so he considers talking to me.” 
“In conclusion I will be hearing more of him in the future. I am genuinely happy for you though. He seems like a really nice guy.” 
“Bruce really is the nicest person I´ve met. I hope you two will get along when you meet.” 
“So, you are already planning on introducing us, huh?”, she chuckled. 
“I- I mean eventually… Hopefully… God I hope I don´t blow it with him.” Now the doubts from last night were coming back all at once. 
Taking another long sip from the now cooled down coffee your friend laid her hand on your shoulder. 
“You think too much. If you got along so well last night it will be fine.” 
“That’s not really helping, but thank you.” The two of you spent the rest of the day talking about the event and who she talked to, before going to bed again. 
Of course, you made sure to text Bruce once more before falling asleep again. 
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Let It Snow
Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Summary: When the power goes out at the Facility, Pietro makes sure you’re keeping warm.
Note: Takes place in an “Everybody is alive and lives at the Avengers Facility” AU. Wanted to kick out one more Christmas/Winter imagine before getting into the New Year’s stuff.
Warnings: None?
Word Count: 1.5k
Reader Is: Gender Neutral, an Avenger.
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To be honest, you didn’t notice it at first, the slight chill in the air. You continued your work, typing away on the loud, typewriter-style keyboard on the fancy, expensive computer Bruce had built for you (with Tony’s money, of course).
And then it got…worse.
Your toes were numb and you were shivering, despite the long sleeves you were wearing.
You slid your feet into some slippers and walked out into the hallway, arms huddled around yourself as you wandered from your room, down the hall to where the thermostat was. You gave the up button a cursory press, waiting for the screen to blink to life and tell you what it was set to, but it didn’t.
Huh. Well, that was something, wasn’t it?
“(Y/N). Hello.” Vision materialized beside you, causing you to jolt in shock. “My apologies, I did not mean to startle you.”
“It’s fine, Vision. Do you know what this is all about?” You asked, shivering and motioning to the busted thermostat.
“It appears the furnace is broken. Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner are attempting repairs now, but it may take quite some time.”
“Oh. Gotcha.” You nodded, “Thanks for the info.”
“Of course. I do recommend you bundle up. It seems your body temperature is steadily decreasing.”
“Will do.” You saluted and pivoted on your heel, just in time to catch a face full of Pietro as he sped down the hall, sliding to a stop.
You ever so gracefully fell on the floor, staring up at him, disgruntled. “Nice one, Sonic.”
He chuckled, offering a hand, but you got up on your own, dusting yourself off. “What is the problem?”
“Furnace is busted.” You explained, patting his arm as you began walking away.
Pietro started walking backwards, keeping pace with you. “Where are you going?”
“To get into something warmer. Might be a while.”
One of his eyebrows quirked up. “Well, you know, I’ve heard skin to skin contact is the fastest way to warm up, if you need some help with that. I do have ‘improved homeostasis,’ as Banner puts it.”
“I’m good, thanks.” You deadpanned, shutting your door in his face. You could feel him lingering there for a moment before running back down the hall to his room, you presumed. You chuckled and rolled your eyes. Pietro was a flirt. Always had been. But things like this never worked out with people like him. Not in your experience, at least.
You changed into a cozy, zip-up onesie, feeling a lot warmer than before, especially with the hood over your head. You got back to your tying for a while. A few hours at least…until the lights went out.
“Great!” You threw your hands up, rolling away from the desk in your dark room.
In a huff, you stood up and walked to your window. It was a blizzard out there, inches and inches of snow on the ground. There was a knock on the door and whirled around to answer it. Part of you expected it to be Pietro standing there, but instead, it was Steve with a flashlight.
“Oh, hey. Is this because of the blizzard?”
“No, Tony says he snipped the wrong wire.” Steve shook his head. “Or something. Might be a while before it gets fixed.”
It was already getting late, and you were planning on going to sleep soon, but now, you weren’t so sure you should if you didn’t want to wake up a popsicle. “Okay, thanks for letting me know.”
You said, turning back to grab your phone and your water bottle to refill it before you figured out exactly what it was you should do in the meantime.
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About an hour later, Pietro found you on the couch in the living room, shivering and reading a book by the light of a tiny, battery powered reading light. You were bundled up and, due to the lack of windows, you were pretty sure it was the warmest room in the facility. But as the temperature continued to drop, it didn’t seem to matter where you were.
“(Y/N), what are you doing in here?” He said, concern etched deep into his accented words. You met his eyes, wrought with worry and only offered a shaking shrug.
“I don’t want to g-go to sleep until the h-heat comes back on.”
He shook his head, crossing the room slowly for once, taking his time with each step. He sat beside you, not even bundled up beyond a hoodie and some sweatpants. For the first time in your life, you envied his powers. Carefully, giving you every opportunity to shove him off of you, he gently lifted your blanket, guided your book to the coffee table, and crawled on top of you, settling his body atop yours and sandwiching you between himself and the couch. He pulled the blanket back on top of the both of you, adjusting his head into the crook of your neck.
You were stiff at first, but at his warmth, you all but melted, eyes closing in bliss, your arms relaxing around him as you chased that feeling. His warmth. His scent, that sharp, woodsy cologne he was so infatuated with.
“Is this alright?” He asked, voice low and raspy.
You nodded, relaxing further into his hold, letting him warm you up. You pulled him closer, relishing in the feeling of your shivers slowly stopping. “Pietro…”
“I won’t say anything. The others don’t have to know.” He assured you, meeting your eyes before settling down again.
“I’m not too worried about that.” You whispered, suddenly overcome by it all. His proximity, his voice, the way his body felt melded against yours. It was right, what they said. Fitting like puzzle pieces.
“You’re not?” He asked, mischief at the edge of his tone. “Who are you and what have you done with (Y/N)?”
You scoffed. “You know, contrary to popular belief, I don’t dislike you, Pietro.”
“I don’t dislike you either.” He replied with a chuckle. “Kind of the opposite, in fact.”
Your heart picked up a quicker rhythm, cheeks flushing. You were kind of thankful the two of you were cuddled up in the dark. You hoped nightvision wasn’t one of his secret powers, or you were sure you’d never see the end of it.
“Please say something.” He murmured at the silence.
“You…”
“I thought it was obvious.” He muttered, words quick, flat at the edges.
You let another moment pass, choosing your words.
“I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to—”
You touched his face with a cold hand, guiding his chin so you could attempt to look him in the eyes in the silvery rays of light streaming in the window. “I like you, too.”
He grinned, breath catching in his throat. “You mean it?”
“I have for a while.” You confessed. “Since that first training session when you bulldozed me on the track.”
“I did not bulldoze you!”
“I don’t know, I felt pretty bulldozed, laying there, flat on my back, feet knocked out from under me.”
He chuckled. “I was trying to impress you.”
“Mission accomplished.” You laughed at the way frustration crept into his words. “I could never forget about it. My very first week on the team and already, someone was out to get me.”
“Oh my God.” He rolled his eyes, the words sounding unsure on his tongue. He shook his head, gaze softening as he reached up, a careful hand brushing the hair out of your face. “Are you warmer now, drága?”
“Much.” You nodded, brushing the tip of your nose against his. “I do have another idea for warming up, though…”
He smirked. “Such as?”
“Do I have to spell it out for you?”
“Please do.”
You rolled your eyes, and looped an arm around his neck, tugging him down to you and crushing your lips to his. He hummed in agreement, calloused fingers hooking your jaw, keeping you close as his kissed you tenderly, passionately, lips soft and perfect and experienced. He was the perfect distraction from the freezing room around you.
Then, suddenly, there was a loud thrum and the power kicked back on, bathing the room in light. You squinted, the appliances in the kitchen all beeping as they came back to life.
Pietro shielded his eyes with a hand, still hovering over you. You stared up at him for a long, quiet moment, still not entirely sure it had happened until he dipped back down and pressed a long kiss to your cheek, his stubble tickling your skin.
“Now let’s get you to bed, hmm?” He asked, helping you off of the couch as the facility gradually warmed back up. The two of you walked down the hall together and you yawned.
“What were you two doing down there?” Bucky asked, standing in his doorway. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
“I was just letting (Y/N) know the heat was back on.” Pietro shrugged. “I am the quickest, you know.”
“Uh-huh. Right.” Bucky nodded, suspicious, but backing away into his room anyway.
You got to your door and stopped in the doorway, turning to look at Pietro. His hand grabbed at your waist, tugging you in for a kiss that you gladly returned. When you parted, you watched him speed down the hall, hoping that when you woke, it wouldn’t all be some sweet, winter dream.
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Hotheaded
Pairing: Bruce Banner x reader
Warnings: Any you'd expect when HYDRA is involved also Y/N struggles with anger
Requested by: anon (if anyone wants to start anonymous when requesting just say)
Pronouns: They/Them
Authors note: This turned out way more angsty than expected
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"Who is that?" Bruce asked as he walked into the meeting. He had been working when Fury called about a threat. Initially thinking it could be handled easily he continued to work, but upon entering it was clear by the other's expressions that he was wrong.
Everyone turned back to the live surveillance feed. Steve was sat by the screen, opposite Bruce. "Y/N L/N. They were brought in after setting light to their boss's office.
"Shouldn't this be a matter for the police?"
"This wasn't just arson, Banner." It was more complicated than that. Steve explained that they hadn't used petrol or matched or anything else to start the fire. According to the witnesses, the carpet around them simply burst into flames. And apparently, it wasn't the first time.
SHIELD had been tracking them for years. Too many times had they been linked to unexplained fires, but each time they were let off on a technicality. No witness had seen them deliberately start one, and there was never enough evidence for court. Taking them in like this was all the team could do to prevent them being taken to the Raft.
Bruce recognised the cell. It was built for him. It was understandable that they were in there given the circumstances, but he couldn't help the twinge in his heart while watching them. He had been in the same place too many times: curled up in the corner, disorientated and alone. As the team continued to discuss the situation, he silently left the room and made his way to the cell.
They barely flinched as he entered, but he couldn't miss them hugging their knees a little tighter. Sitting down beside them, Bruce relaxed against the wall with his leg stretched out in front. "What's your name?" He only asked once they took and interest in his presence, trying to be friendly.
"Aren't you afraid I'll hurt you?" They mumbled, almost too quietly for him and definitely inaudible to the others.
"I know you don't want to; that all the reassurance I need."
"I thought you would be smarter than the others." Y/N suddenly snapped, letting him understand why the fires kept starting.
Over the upcoming weeks, Bruce realised these powers of Y/N's were the embodiment of their emotions. They burnt hard and bright, lashing out at their surroundings. The first time it happened was of course Tony's fault. Joking about them being hotheaded so early in the morning earnt him a pair of singed trainers much to everyone else's amusement. Through this new understanding, he guided them with the same exercises he used. He was like the perfect therapist (even more perfect than the actual therapist Fury arranged for them).
Sometime, however, Y/N's anger just got the better of them. Which could be useful in some situations. Fuelling their powers with emotions made them an unstoppable force in battle. Their first mission ended as quickly as it began: no one dared fight the blaze. But just as the Hulk needed Veronica, Y/N needed limits.
No one was quite expecting it, though. Y/N couldn't join the missions without confirmation from their therapist, so everyone assumed it would be fine.
Over the last few missions it built up. The rage at HYDRA's abuse of innocents; the guilt of not being able to save everyone. It was just too much to bear. So it all came flooding out in the worst way possible.
HYDRA had a new base dedicated to experimenting on children. They hoped raising an army of super soldiers would be the key to finally winning. Y/N was the one to discover this. Usually they felt the anger bubble inside them and they could harness it, but not this time. This time it burst out in its blazing glory, encasing everything around them. The Avengers barely made it out before the building was engulfed, the scientists were not so fortunate.
"You're the kindest man I've met. I don't know how you don't get angry." Y/N asked Bruce on the way home. He sat beside them, much in the same way as their first meeting.
"Of course I get angry, Y/N." He held their hand to his chest in an attempt to ground them. "I'm always angry. I've just learnt how to control the other guy."
"You make it sound easy," they scoffed.
"It's never easy, Y/N. But I will be here to guide you; to support you."
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midastouch013 · 11 days
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Hi, im the person with the gn r request. If it sounds good to you, maybe r is new to the team (im thinking fire powers if you want to include any) and they get to know the others and have a special connection with Nat (iykwim)?
I don't usually have requests, and I'm sorry if it sounds wonky 😅
New Recruit
Natasha Romanoff x Gender Neutral Reader
Summary: You're a new recruit to the avengers
Warnings: None
REQUESTS ARE OPEN, I need inspo
P.S the request wasn't wonky, and I did kwum 😁
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Nick Fury's commanding presence filled the room as he addressed the assembled Avengers.
"Avengers, gather around. We have a new member joining us today," he announced, his gaze sweeping across the team. "They come highly recommended, and I believe their unique abilities will be a valuable asset to our cause."
The Avengers exchanged curious glances as Fury motioned for you to step forward.
"Allow me to introduce our newest recruit," Fury continued, gesturing towards you. "They're a bit of a wildcard, but I have a feeling they'll fit right in."
You stepped forward, greeted by a mix of intrigued expressions and welcoming smiles from the team.
"Hey there, everyone," you greeted with a casual nod, a hint of amusement in your voice. "Hope I'm not crashing the party too hard."
Thor's booming voice echoed through the room as he greeted you with genuine enthusiasm. "Greetings, friend! What manner of skills do you possess?"
You grinned at his warmth, feeling an immediate sense of camaraderie. "Just a little something to bring some heat to the proceedings. You'll see soon enough."
Steve Rogers, the epitome of old-fashioned charm, stepped forward with a warm smile. "I'm Steve Rogers, but you can call me Cap. Welcome to the team."
You shook his hand firmly, returning his smile. "Nice to meet you, Cap. I'm Y/n . Ready to lend a hand wherever I can."
Bruce Banner observed you with a curious expression. "Welcome aboard. Do you have any specific skills or expertise?"
You shrugged, a playful glint in your eye. "I've been known to light up the room when needed. But I'll let my actions speak for themselves."
Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye, chimed in with a smirk. "Well, whoever you are, you've got quite the sense of humor. I like it."
You chuckled, feeling a sense of camaraderie already. "Thanks, Clint. Figured I'd try to keep things interesting."
As introductions continued, Wanda Maximoff offered you a friendly smile. "I'm Wanda Maximoff. It's nice to meet you, Y/n."
"Likewise, Wanda," you replied warmly. "Looking forward to getting to know everyone."
Natasha Romanoff observed you with a keen eye, her expression unreadable. When Fury finished speaking, she stepped forward with a smirk.
"Welcome to the team," Natasha said smoothly. "I'm Natasha Romanoff. Let's see what you're made of."
You met her gaze, feeling a sense of respect for the legendary Black Widow. "Thanks, Natasha. I'm ready to prove myself."
With introductions complete, the Avengers turned their attention back to Fury, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them. And as you settled into your new role among Earth's mightiest heroes, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement for the adventures that lay ahead.
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As the flames flickered and danced, casting shadows against the trees surrounding Tony's cabin, the Avengers basked in the warmth of the fire and the camaraderie of their shared company.
Tony Stark, reclining in a comfortable chair, raised his glass in a mock toast. "To new beginnings and old friends! Or something like that."
Clint Barton, sitting nearby with a smirk, chimed in, "Yeah, Tony's just happy because he's not the new kid on the block anymore."
Tony shot him a playful glare. "Watch it, Hawkeye, or I might just put you on dish duty for the rest of the night."
Bruce Banner chuckled, sipping from his own glass. "Let's try to keep the peace, gentlemen. We've got enough chaos to deal with on missions."
Wanda Maximoff, sitting cross-legged on the ground, smiled at the banter. "It's nice to have moments like these, away from all the fighting and danger."
Thor, ever the optimist, nodded in agreement. "Indeed! 'Tis a welcome reprieve from the battles that await us. But fear not, for Asgardian warriors are always ready!"
Steve Rogers, leaning against a nearby tree, couldn't help but smile at the scene before him. "It's moments like these that remind me why we do what we do. We're a team, through thick and thin."
Natasha Romanoff, sitting quietly beside you, observed the group with a soft smile. "You know, Y/n, I never imagined I'd find myself in moments like these. It's… nice."
You turned to her, catching the sincerity in her eyes. "Yeah, it really is," you agreed, feeling a warmth spread through you at her words.
As the conversation continued, the fire began to wane, the flames dimming as the night pressed on. Without hesitation, you stepped forward, feeling the warmth of your powers stir within you.
With a flick of your wrist, you summoned a burst of flame, reigniting the fire with ease. The Avengers watched in awe, their expressions a mixture of surprise and admiration.
"Wow,that's incredible!" Steve exclaimed, his eyes wide with wonder.
Natasha observed you with keen interest, a spark of admiration flickering in her eyes. "Impressive," she remarked, her voice low and husky. "You certainly know how to make an entrance."
You met her gaze, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you at her words. "Thanks, Natasha. Just doing my part to keep the party going."
As the fire blazed brightly once more, the Avengers continued to bond, their laughter and camaraderie echoing through the woods. And as you sat beside Natasha, a silent understanding passing between you, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the connections you'd forged with Earth's mightiest heroes.
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As you and Natasha navigated through the crowded party, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. A man in a sharp suit lingered nearby, his gaze fixed on you with suspicion. Sensing the tension, you subtly nudged Natasha and gave her a knowing glance.
"Trouble at three o'clock," you murmured, keeping your voice low as you observed the man's lingering stare.
Natasha's lips quirked into a knowing smirk as she assessed the situation. "I see him. Let's give him something else to watch."
With a quick nod, you took Natasha's hand, pulling her into an elegant twirl on the dance floor. As the music swelled around you, you moved in perfect harmony, your steps fluid and graceful as you danced with practiced ease. The man's gaze faltered, his suspicion momentarily forgotten as he watched the two of you with mild interest.
"Smooth moves," Natasha whispered, her eyes twinkling with amusement as you continued to dance.
You grinned back at her, feeling a rush of exhilaration as you lost yourself in the rhythm of the music. "Just trying to keep up appearances."
As the song came to an end, you and Natasha gracefully parted ways, seamlessly blending back into the crowd as if nothing had happened. The man's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he turned away, satisfied that you were just another couple enjoying the festivities.
With the distraction successfully averted, you and Natasha made your way towards the west wing, where the USB drive was rumored to be located. The hallway was dimly lit, the air heavy with tension as you approached the door to the room where the drive was being kept.
"Ready for this?" Natasha asked, her voice low and steady as she prepared to breach the room.
You nodded, your heart pounding with anticipation. "Let's do this."
With practiced precision, Natasha picked the lock, and you slipped into the room, your senses on high alert as you searched for the USB drive. It didn't take long to locate it, tucked away in a secure safe on the far side of the room.
But as you reached for the drive, the room suddenly erupted into chaos as alarms blared and lights flashed. HYDRA soldiers poured into the room, their weapons raised and ready for action.
"We've been compromised!" Natasha exclaimed, her eyes narrowing in determination as she prepared to defend yourselves.
With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you sprang into action, using your fire powers to fend off the attackers while Natasha engaged them in hand-to-hand combat. The room became a blur of motion and chaos as you fought side by side, your movements perfectly synchronized as you battled against overwhelming odds.
At one point, a soldier attempted to flank Natasha, his weapon aimed directly at her back. Without hesitation, you intercepted the attack, summoning a burst of flame that engulfed the soldier's weapon and sent him staggering back in surprise. Natasha's eyes widened in gratitude as she delivered a swift punch, knocking the soldier unconscious.
"Nice save," Natasha remarked, a hint of admiration in her voice as she turned to face you.
You grinned back at her, feeling a surge of pride at your successful maneuver. "Just returning the favor."
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The Avengers had been through a tumultuous few months, facing challenges that tested their strength and resolve. In the rare moments of respite between missions, Wanda suggested a girls' night in, complete with a cozy movie marathon to help them unwind and recharge.
As they settled in, Natasha glanced over at you, a playful glint in her eye. "You're welcome to join us, Y/N. Consider it an honorary invitation."
You chuckled at the unexpected offer. "Well, I certainly can't say no to that. Thanks, Nat."
Natasha glanced over the selection of movies, her expression thoughtful. "How about we start with something classic? A good comedy should do the trick."
Wanda nodded in agreement, a smile playing at her lips. "Sounds perfect. Let's keep it light tonight."
Just as they were about to hit play, Sam Wilson sauntered into the room, a hopeful expression on his face. "Hey, what's going on here? Movie night?"
Natasha and Wanda exchanged a glance, suppressing a smile at Sam's enthusiasm. "Actually, Sam, it's girls' night tonight," Natasha explained, her tone apologetic but firm.
Sam's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Girls' night? Aw, come on, why didn't I get the memo? I can hang with the best of them!"
Wanda chuckled softly, shaking her head at Sam's protest. "Sorry, Sam, but tonight is strictly a girls-only affair. Maybe next time."
Sam feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "Wow, way to exclude a guy. I see how it is."
You, sitting nearby, interjected with a grin, "And besides, I'm not a girl either."
Sam turned to you, his expression one of mock disbelief. "Wait, you too? What kind of girls' night is this?"
" One with Y/n the only exception" Natasha deadpanned
You shrugged, your tone light as you replied, "I guess exceptions can be made. Don't worry, Sam, you're still one of the girls in our hearts."
Natasha rolled her eyes playfully. "Alright, enough chitchat. Let's get this movie started before Sam convinces us to let him join."
With a mock sigh of resignation, Sam retreated from the room, his protests fading into the distance. Meanwhile, Natasha and Wanda settled back into the couch, ready to enjoy their movie night uninterrupted.
As the night wore on and the movies played on, you found yourself getting increasingly comfortable, nestled between Natasha and Wanda on the couch. The laughter and banter of the films filled the room, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.
At one point, as you reached for a handful of popcorn from the bowl between you and Natasha, your fingers brushed against hers. It was a fleeting touch, but somehow, your fingers intertwined naturally, as if drawn together by an invisible force.
You glanced over at Natasha, surprised but not entirely unwelcome by the gesture. She met your gaze with a soft smile, her eyes reflecting the warmth and affection you felt in that moment.
As the movie continued to play, Natasha shifted slightly, leaning her head against your shoulder in a gesture of casual intimacy. You felt a rush of warmth spread through you at the contact, a sense of comfort and connection unlike anything you'd experienced before.
Without a word spoken between you, you allowed Natasha to rest against you, feeling a sense of contentment settle over the both of you. The room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little world, wrapped up in the warmth of each other's presence.
Wanda, sensing the unspoken bond between you and Natasha, smiled knowingly from across the couch. She said nothing, content to let the moment unfold naturally.
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Several months had passed since that cozy movie night, and in that time, a deep bond had formed between you and Natasha, evolving into something more than friendship. And after you , very nervously, asked her out and you went on your first date, you became official.
Now, as the snow fell softly outside, you found yourselves holed up in a cold safehouse, the result of a mission gone awry.
The bitter chill seeped into the room, wrapping around you like a suffocating blanket. Despite the layers of clothing and blankets you both piled on, the cold seemed to penetrate to your bones.
Natasha sat beside you, her posture rigid and her breath visible in the frigid air. Her stoic expression betrayed no hint of discomfort, a testament to her Russian upbringing and her ability to endure harsh conditions without complaint.
But you could see the telltale signs of her discomfort – the slight shiver in her shoulders, the way she pressed her lips together in a thin line. You knew that she was just as affected by the cold as you were, despite her efforts to hide it.
"We need to find a way to warm up," you remarked, your voice tinged with concern. "This cold is unbearable."
Natasha glanced at you, her gaze steady. "I'm fine, Y/n," she replied, her tone clipped. "I'm Russian, I don't get cold
You frowned, knowing that she was downplaying the severity of the situation. "Nat, we can't just tough this out. We need to do something before we freeze to death."
With a sigh, Natasha relented, her mask of indifference slipping slightly. "Fine, you're right. But what can we do? We're stuck here until backup arrives."
As the fire crackled merrily in the hearth, you racked your brain for a solution. And then it hit you – your powers. With a determined glint in your eye, you summoned your flames, allowing them to dance to life in the palm of your hand.
The warmth spread through the room, banishing the chill and filling the air with a comforting heat. Natasha watched in awe as you worked your magic, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"You never cease to amaze me" she murmured, her voice laced with admiration.
You shrugged modestly, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you at her praise. "Just doing what I can to keep us both safe and warm."
As the warmth from your flames enveloped the room, Natasha leaned closer to you, seeking refuge from the biting cold. The soft crackle of the fire provided a soothing backdrop to the otherwise tense atmosphere.
You could feel the tension slowly ebbing away as the heat seeped into your bones, and you found yourself inching closer to Natasha, drawn to her warmth and the comfort of her presence.
With a soft sigh, Natasha leaned into you, her shoulder pressing against yours as she sought solace in your embrace. Despite her usual stoicism, you could sense the vulnerability beneath her facade, a reminder that even the strongest among them had moments of weakness.
As you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close, you felt a rush of affection wash over you. In that moment, surrounded by the flickering flames and the gentle fall of snow outside, you knew that you couldn't keep your feelings hidden any longer.
"I... I love you, Natasha," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.
Natasha's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, she seemed almost speechless, caught off guard by your admission.
But then, a soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and she reached out to gently cup your cheek in her hand. "I love you too, Y/n," she replied, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity.
And with a sigh of relief you captured her lips in a soft kiss, planning to give her many more in the foreseeable future.
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Ocs
Ethan (Yandere Boss)
Mikael (Yandere Dragon)
Red Dead Redemption 2
Arthur Morgan
John Marston
Charles Smith
Lenny Summers
Kieran Duffy
Sean Macguire
Javier Escuella
Bill Williamson
Call of Duty
Captain John Price
Simon “Ghost” Riley
Johnny “Soap” Mactavish
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick
Gary “Roach” Sanderson
Alejandro Vargas
Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra
Alex Keller
Phillip Graves
König
Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin
Krueger
Nikolai
Yuri
Vladimir Makarov
Keegan P. Russ
Russell Adler
Frank Woods
Ronald Daniels
Robert Zussman
Cyberpunk 2077
V (male ver)
Johnny Silverhand
Jackie Welles
Goro Takemura
River Ward
Kerry Eurodyne
Grand Theft Auto
Niko Bellic
Franklin Clinton
Michael De Santa
Trevor Philips
Bully
Gary Smith
Jimmy Hopkins
Last of Us
Joel Miller
Detroit Become Human
Connor (RK800)
RK900
Markus (RK200)
Ralph (WR600)
Daniel (PL600)
Simon (PL600)
Gavin Reed
Hank Anderson
Elijah Kamski
Far Cry
Vaas
Joseph Seed
Jacob Seed
John Seed
Resident Evil
Ethan Winters
Leon Kennedy
Chris Redfield
Albert Wesker
Carlos Oliveira
Luis Sera
Silent Hill
Pyramid Head
Outlast
Eddie Gluskin
God of War
Kratos
Doom
Doomslayer (Doomguy)
The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt
Geralt of Rivia
Hitman
Agent 47
Pokémon
Adaman
Turo
Arven
Grusha
Larry
Adventure Time + Fionna & Cake
Simon Petrikov
Winter King
FarmWorld! Finn
Marvel
Peter Parker (Spiderman)
Peter B. Parker (Spiderman)
Miles Morales (Spiderman)
Pavitr Prabhakar (Spiderman)
Miguel O’hara (Spiderman 2099)
Hobie Brown (Spiderpunk)
SpiderNoir
Webslinger
Spot
Steve Rogers (Captain America)
Tony Stark (Iron Man)
Thor Odinson
Bruce Banner (Hulk)
Eddie Brock
Venom
Stephan Strange (Doctor Strange)
Wade Wilson (Deadpool)
Dc
Bruce Wayne (Batman)
Dick Grayson (Robin or NightWing)
Damian Wayne (Robin)
Jason Todd (Red Hood)
Garfield Logan (Beast-Boy)
Joseph Wilson (Slade)
Bane
Spawn
Invincible
Mark Grayson (Invincible)
Nolan Grayson (Omni-Man)
Prodigal Son
Malcom Bright
Gil Arroyo
Five Night’s At Freddy’s
Mike Schmidt
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What I will write:
Male readers, FTM readers & Gender Neutral characters and readers
Platonic character(s) x reader
Character x Character especially if I ship it
Polyamory
Yanderes
Omegaverse
Alternate Universes (example: hybrid universe)
Smut
Gang bangs, orgies, threesomes (or more teehee)
Top and Bottom, Sub and Dom Readers
Monster, alien & robot fuckers
Somnophilia and other kinks that aren’t too weird (up to my interpretation)
(if a character is underaged, reader will be same age. No smut of said character.)
What I won’t write:
Female Readers (Full transparency, I let my female friends proofread the things I write. but female readers feel free to check out my gn reader works)
Female Characters (I will write platonic, not romantic)
Race play, age play, scat/vomit/piss/watersports
Pedophila, character or reader
Incest or stepcest
Mpreg
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⚡ Welcome to Bun's Cockstop! This is a place where I thirst over cute dirty old men! Most of my works can also be found on AO3 (here).
⚡ My name is Bun/Bunny. I go by any pronouns.
⚡ I do not write RPF (real person fiction). That said, any kind of drama mongering, moral policing and other purity culture bullshit is not welcome on my blog. At best, I will block you; if you annoy me enough, I just might be inclined to prove your opinion wrong (with citations).
⚡ I am pro-ship, pro-dark!fic, I think sex work is work, I don't support communism (and Russia! seriously, GTFO) and I support the death penalty for crimes against children. If you find yourself wanting to argue w/me about these topics, don't waste our time and block me.
⚡ I communicate in English and Russian and understand several more assorted languages. Don't be shy and say hello 😌 This is my Spotify <3 😌
⚡ My blog is meant for an adult audience. It will contain topics such as sex and various kinks, drugs, trauma, queer stuff and lots of rock-'n'-roll. All the things I post are tagged accordingly, therefore it is your responsibility to block the tags/blacklist the content you do not wish to see. You choose the content you consume & I am not here to babysit.
⚡ a post with fic author recs for stephen-tony-bruce
⚡ masterlist below spoiler ⚡
stories marked with an asterisk* contain adult content
⚡ multichapter fics ⚡
party favours [AO3 link] | tony stark x bruce banner x stephen strange x reader ot4) | explicit | ~120k words | completed
practical alchemy [AO3 link] | witch!reader x established!ironstrange | explicit | in progress (hiatus)
black dog [AO3 link] | badass!reader x negan (twd) | explicit | in progress, 1/3 done
⚡one-shots⚡
tony stark | doll parts | skin starving | butt dial? no, booty call* | degradation* (dubcon) | teasing tony | nerd fishing* | love letter* (dd/lg) | bad day* | trust issues | stitches | sticky sweet* |
helmut zemo | marmalade taffy* |
bruce banner | emotional support nerd* | bondage* | lab delights* | spoiled | blindfolds & edging* | you've seen the butcher* |
stephen strange | dr. feelgood* (as seen on tiktok) | touch me i'm sick* | spellbound* | brat & restraints* | aftercare | mean!dom* (gender neutral reader) | inappropriate use of the eye of agamotto* | selfship drabbles - oral fixation, more horny brainrot | spitfire* | dazed & confused* | year after year | the leg thing* | hand/size kink* |
sam wilson | bad touch* | violent delights* (content warning) |
loki | if life gives you melons* | bondage* (nb reader, they/them) | snow day* (male reader)
natasha romanoff | hot wheels* |
wanda maximoff | caught |
bucky barnes | bother figure (daughter!reader) |
thor | idunn's apples | hired man* (dubcon) | beloved, bejeweled |
otto octavius / doc ock | horny headcanons* | i want to kill you like they do in the movies - part 1 - part 2* - part 3* (fin) |
steve rogers | it drives me wild* |
daryl dixon | cherry - part 1 - part 2* (coming soon) | untitled* | dirt* |
⚡ blurb series ⚡
daddy!ironstrange - daddy lessons* | part one | part two |
rickyl - part one*
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jjtheresidentbaby · 1 year
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hi!! Im so sorry i didnt read your rules first!! But gender neutral is alright with me!! can i request for a oneshot/imagine where reader is finally finished with their exams and gets home and cg!bruce or cg!steve takes care of them and like tells them to nap and rest because they've been studying all week and they deserve to rest
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|| bruce banner x little!reader
a/n: cg bruce my love!!! he’d be so sweet
warnings: pet names
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Bruce taps his pen against his lab sheets, there’s a few numbers he wants to double check before sending them off to Nick Fury to approve the updates for some of Clint’s arrows. It’s nothing major and is simple enough that he’s not in a deep enough thought to miss how you grudgingly walk into the lab of the tower.
You quickly throw your bag down against the floor, exhausted from the exams you’ve been stressing over for the past two weeks. Bruce knows this, he’s helped you study more than once, and has also been hovering to make sure you were eating and drinking enough water during the whole ordeal. But today marks the last day of it all, you’ll get your results back within the week and that’s it, there’s nothing you can do after that. You thought having all the tests handed in would help ease your stress, apparently not knowing the scores is just as stressful if not more. Bruce immediately picks up on the lack of relief on your face when you slump into the chair next to his.
“How’d it go?” His lips tuck into a tight line when you groan, leaning your head into his shoulder before your eyes track down to the plans for Clint’s arrows. You’ve helped with similar plans before, the work all looks familiar and something you could work on if Bruce needed it.
“Ah ah, stop it, you’re not doing any more work.” Bruce shuffles the pages into a stack before placing them on the other side of the desk. Most days he’d earn a huff or at least half an argument about how you’re a big kid and can help but today you just watch in silence as he does it, too tired to protest it.
“Don’t you gotta finish your work?” You can feel your headspace starting to come out due to the stressful day you’ve had, but you always hate pulling Bruce away from his work.
“Nothing important baby, c’mon you should get some rest.” He stands and offers a hand to you, wiggling his fingers when you hesitate in taking it.
“You gonna rest with me?” Bruce smiles down to you once you both walk onto the elevator, his hand squeezing yours in that loving way that always makes you feel safe.
“Of course, I’d never be anywhere else in the world.” You yawn and rub at your eyes clumsily, it prompts Bruce to hoist you onto his hip, kissing your forehead softly before encouraging you to lay against his shoulder and get some rest.
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