#I think this is the first time ever that Bruce and the Hulk have been depicted interacting within their shared mental space

[daydreamerdrew]

The Hulk (1978) #10

[oliwrites]

Eavesdrop

relationship: loki x fem!reader

genre: smut

summary: loki cant help but overhear your conversation with natasha

warnings: smut (18+) unprotected piv, fingering, thigh riding, squirting, soft dom loki??, multiple orgasms, loki being nosy

“I dunno, Nat… I love him to death, I really do… it’s just…” You say as you run your fingers through your hair. You didn’t like the idea of talking ‘bad’ about Loki behind his back, but this is the only way to get the emotions and thoughts off your chest.

“What is it? Stop beating around the bush! C’mon, I’m good at keeping secrets” Natasha replied, sipping on her beer.

“It’s kind of TMI but—”

“Oh please, TMI is nothing in this friendship and you know it, just spit it out!”

“Well… when Loki and I get… y’know… everything starts out great, but he just gets all soft and vanilla-y and I just wanna—” You start to explain, but stop when what you really want to say gets caught in the back of your throat.

What you and Natasha didn’t know is that Loki had walked out of the bedroom. His ears perked when he heard you say his name, so he walked towards Natasha’s room and listened in.

“Go on…” Natasha said

“Well… when we get frisky… he gets all soft and shit… like all mushy and gushy. Don’t get me wrong, I love it when he’s sweet to me… but I really just wanna be fucked. Not ‘made love to’ but ‘fucked so hard I can’t walk’ y’know?” I explain, a feeling of guilt washing over me as I finally say it.

“Have you tried bringing it up to him?”

“No… I want to, but I just don’t know how or when”

Loki frowned. Was he really boring you that much? You seemed pretty into it when the two of you were in action.

“I mean, when Bruce and I first started out, he was all mushy and stuff, all up until I sat him down in his bedroom and just told him how I felt. Ever since he’s pretty much been Hulk smashing me,” Natasha explained. I roll my eyes at her ‘Hulk smash’ comment

“What if I hurt his feelings?”

“He literally terrorized the city of New York and Stüggart, killed 80 people in 2 days, almost killed the entirety of the Frost Giant race, and faked his death 2 times. I don’t think he’ll be offended. Honestly, he might be more offended if you don’t tell him,” Natasha explained.

“But—”

“No buts, you’re literally the love of his life, and he would probably do anything to make you happy. Just trust me, babe, Loki isn’t going to be offended or mad, just communicate,” Natasha cut you off

Loki agreed silently. Natasha was right. He wasn’t offended or upset. He would climb the highest mountains and cut through every forest just go make you happy, if you asked. He decided to gather a plan, and he walked back into his room.

“You’re right. Thank you, Nat,” I smile and start to stand up, grabbing my beer bottle, and taking another drink of it, “I’m gonna go talk to him about it,” you smile, trying to ignore the anxiety bubbling within your stomach.

“I would say tell me how it goes, but I’m sure I’ll be able to tell if you have a limp tomorrow or not,” Nat snorted, you flipped her off playfully and started to walk out of the room.

When you entered the hallway, you heard your phone buzz. You took it out of your pocket and saw a text from Loki.

Loki: come visit me if you can, my little dove

You smile at his text. The nickname “little dove” always made your heart flutter. You pocket your phone and walk towards Loki’s room. You don’t even bother knocking, considering he was expecting you.

What you weren’t expecting was Loki to practically jump you the second you walked in.

He closed the door and pressed you firmly against it, kissing you hungrily as he groped your breasts without care. It took you by surprise, but you quickly melted into the kiss, kissing him back just as roughly.

Your guys’ tongue and teeth clashed together as he guided you to his bed, pushing you down onto it, before removing his shirt, and hastily removing your sweatpants and tossing them to the side. Before he flipped you over, setting you on his thigh

“Ride me.” He commanded, leaving no room for discussion. You blush and move your hand to the string of his sweatpants, “Not there,” he said simply.

You blush before experimentally rubbing your panty-clad cunt against his thigh. You let out a shaky moan at the new feeling. Loki growled before he started bouncing his leg. You let out a surprised, but aroused shriek, stopping the movement of your hips.

You let out another shriek when you felt his hand come down harshly on your ass.

“Did I say you could stop?” He asked in a serious tone. You shake your head no, “then keep going,” He said simply, before he started to bounce his leg again.

You continue to grind down on him as he bounce his leg. The feeling of cotton against your clit had you almost screaming as you continued to buck down against his thigh.

“Loki, I—” You started, before you cut yourself off with another moan.

“Soak me,” He said, grabbing your hips and pushing you down harder against his thigh.

Your whole body quivered as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your ears started to ring as you soaked his thigh completely, your juices squirting all over him.

He gave you no time to recover before he flipped you over and ripped your panties off and shoving two fingers inside of you, going at a rapid pace.

“Oh gods, Loki!” You screamed out, arching your back off the bed as his fingers drilled into you.

“You wanted to be fucked, hm? Oh I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow…” He said huskily, before going down and attaching his lips to your clit, sucking it harshly.

His words did not process in your mind, instead you screamed out his name and tangled your fingers into his hair.

He curled his fingers at just the right spot and you came again, soaking his face, fingers, and the bedsheets below you as your arousal sprayed out of you once again.

Loki stood up and took off his sweatpants and boxer before flipping you over so your ass is in the air. Without warning he plunged into you, fucking you at a breakneck pace.

“Is this what you wanted, hm? You wanted to be fucked? Treated like a toy?” Loki growled, before slapping your ass harshly as he continued to drill into your abused hole.

“Yes! Fuck, Loki!” You screamed out, grinding back into his hips, meeting each of his thrusts. The words he said remained incoherent, as, lack for better words, he fucked your brains out.

He grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged it back, using it as leverage to fuck you even deeper. You gripped onto the bedsheets for dear life as he pummeled you with his cock.

He grunted as he felt his orgasm approaching, he reached forward, circling your clit at a rapid pace, causing you to scream out his name.

Your orgasm was approaching quickly as he fucked you swiftly. You tried to warn him, but were caught off by your orgasm as if ripped through your body.

You screamed out in sheer pleasure as you came on his cock. Your orgasm triggered his and he thrusted as deep as he could, spilling his seed deep inside of your quim.

He laid down next to you and looked at you with pure love in his eyes. You adjusted and laid down as well, looking at him.

“I actually wanted to talk—” You started, before being cut off by Loki

“You wanted to be fucked, not made love to… I overheard you and the Black Widow talking,” Loki said with a smile, “I hope I was able to fulfill your dreams,”

“Mmm… maybe another round or so could really fulfill my dreams” You smirked before crawling on top of Loki, starting yet another round

~ The Next Morning ~

You woke up in Loki’s bed, with Loki still sleeping peacefully next to you. You smile and decide to get up and head out to the kitchen for coffee.

You walked down the hallway into the Avengers common area where Natasha sat, drinking her own coffee. Natasha laughed at your limp as you hobbled over to the kitchen

“Oh shut the fuck up”

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hayyy sorry for not posting in foreverrrr but i got bombarded with school, work, and family issues, and i haven’t really had the time to write something (even something small) and i also have officially hit a good ‘ol writers block!! if you have any requests please lmk and i will write them!!!

[scoonsalicious]

9.3 Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, violence toward inanimate objects, real talk.

Word Count: 2.2k

Previously On...: You're Bucky's guide on his first trip to a rage room.

A/N: Early today. Ugh, my professional life is trash atm, lol. Please enjoy this foray into fantasyland that keeps me sane.

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Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he had enjoyed himself so much. Or, rather, he supposed, he couldn’t remember the last time he enjoyed himself so much when it didn’t involve having sex with Major.

There was something so absolutely freeing about being allowed to smash shit to smithereens without having to worry about the repercussions of it, and Bucky was feeling liberated. He had to wonder if there wasn’t a secret part of Bruce that actually enjoyed it when “Hulk smash!” 

Once they’d donned their safety gear, Major had let them into the room, where a pounding rock track was blasting. The space was filled with… stuff. Everything from old televisions to china to fake walls.

Along the wall by the door they’d just entered was an array of tools under a painted sign that read “Choose Your Weapon.” There were baseball bats, sledgehammers, crowbars, axes– even a couple of golf club drivers. 

Nat had immediately gone for one of the axes, swinging it around and testing the balance in her grip. “This one’s mine,” she had announced delightedly. 

Bucky, meanwhile, opted for a sledgehammer, and Major picked up a wooden baseball bat. On her count, they set off to release any pent up rage.

Bucky immediately headed for one of the fake walls and began smashing away. The three shouted jokes and taunts at each other over the music as they went, and the hour that made up their appointment flew by in no time. 

Bucky watched as Major went to town on an old computer monitor, her face lit up like a Christmas tree. He couldn’t imagine how Lily could ever have a problem with him dating her, not when he watched her laugh and tease Nat over something the redhead had said. He gripped his sledgehammer tighter, anger at his best friend rising in his mind. 

She didn’t even know Major, he thought as he brought the hammer down onto a ceramic bust, shattering it. Where did she get off calling Major a bitch and a slut? He moved over to an old couch and began whacking on it. What gave Lily the right to say those things about someone she didn’t even know, just because he had feelings for her? Who did she think she was?

“Bucky!” Nat called out, but he didn’t hear her, his anger at Lily sending the blood pounding in his ears. He kept raising his sledgehammer over and over again, taking out his frustrations on the helpless piece of furniture.

“BARNES!” Natasaha shouted, and that permeated the fog,finally getting his attention.

“What?!” he snapped, unable to reign in his anger immediately, but instantly regretting it when he realized it was Nat who was speaking to him, and not Lily, like he had immediately imagined. 

“That couch do something to personally offend you?” she asked.

Bucky looked down. The couch before him was reduced to nothing more than splinters and stuffing. “Shit,” he laughed nervously. “I guess I let myself get a little carried away.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow at him. “I’ll say.”

Bucky sheepishly turned to Major, offering her an apologetic smile, but she was staring at the pile of debris before him, baseball bat hanging limply from her hand.

“Sugar?” he asked, but she didn’t seem to hear him, transfixed as she was on the destruction he had left in his wake. He took a step toward her, reaching out and putting his hand on her arm. At the contact, Major let out a gasp and pulled back, startled. 

“Sorry.” She blinked, seeming to come out of a trance. “I just… what did you say, Bucky?” 

He frowned, not liking the expression on her face. “You alright, doll?”

“Yeah,” she told him, a smile coming to her lips a little too late. “I’m good.” Her hesitation left a pit in the center of Bucky’s stomach. 

A beeping sounded throughout the room, indicating that their session had come to an end. 

“Alright,” Major said, looking around, her tone full of false cheer. “Let’s put our stuff back on the wall, and vacate the space so my staff can get it ready for the next group.” Without looking at either Bucky or Nat, she returned her baseball bat to its resting place on the wall. She opened the door and held it, waiting for them to follow.

Nat hung up her axe. “I’m going to run to the bathroom before we head down,” she told them both. She squeezed Major’s arm on her way out the door, leaving her and Bucky alone.

“Is everything alright, doll?” he asked her. 

She sighed and looked up at him. “Yeah,” she said. “I guess I just didn’t realize how… strong you really were?” She inclined her head toward the demolished couch. “That… um… that was something.”

Her words concerned him. God, had he frightened her? He didn’t think he could live with himself if he had scared her. He dropped his head. “Oh,” was all he could manage to say.

“Hey,” Major said gently, taking a step toward him and reaching out a hand to touch his elbow. “It just took me by surprise, that’s all. I mean, I knew you had super strength, but actually seeing it was something else.”

“It didn’t scare you?” he asked her with some trepidation. He wasn’t sure he wanted to really know, if he could stand the way she might look at him if she, too, thought him a monster.

“Scare me?” Major laughed, but when she noticed the expression on his face, she grew serious. “You seriously think you scare me? Bucky, no.” She made a point of taking his metal hand in both of hers, bringing it to her lips, and then up to cup her cheek. “You could never scare me.”

Bucky closed his eyes and released a breath. “I’m used to people seeing me as a murderer, a monster,” he told her. “I’ve gotten to the point where it doesn’t bother me if it comes from strangers, but if it came from you…” He left his thoughts hanging, the words unsaid. 

“You have nothing to worry about,” she told him, putting a hand on each of his cheeks. “I see you, Bucky Barnes. Not some monster. I never could. Don’t ever think that. I admit, I was startled, but that’s all, I promise.” She leaned up and kissed him lightly. “I wouldn’t lie to you. Not about anything, and most definitely not about that.”

“Thank you, doll.” Her words to him were a balm on a wound he thought he’d long healed, but apparently was capable of being reopened at any moment. 

“Of course, honey,” she replied, tucking her arm under his and ushering him out the door and into the hallway where Nat was waiting by the elevators. 

Bucky loved the feeling of Major pressed against him as they rode the elevator back down to the lobby, and though she told him he hadn’t scared her, he couldn’t shake the look she’d had on her face at his display of aggression. He never wanted to see a look like that cross her countenance again. 

The lobby was bustling with people waiting to be taken to their rage rooms when the three of them exited the elevator.

“I’m glad business is doing good,” Nat said, looking around the crowded lobby with a smile. “You deserve the success, Major.”

Major buried her face into Bucky’s shoulder, pleased. “Thanks, Nat,” she replied. “It still seems weird to think that we’re not operating in the red.”

“Was it difficult?” Bucky asked her, suddenly curious about what it had been like for Major at the beginning of her business. 

“Ugh, that’s a story for another time,” Major said. “When I’ve had a few drinks in me.”

“Hey, Major!” Zadie called once she had gotten the new group of people all checked in. “Package came for you while you were upstairs. I left it on your desk.”

Major let out a dejected sigh. “Well,” she said, turning to look up at Bucky with a forlorn expression, “I guess this means I have to get back to work. We’re still on for dinner tonight, though, right Bucky?”

He smiled down at her; as if he could have forgotten. “Of course, sugar. How ‘bout I meet you back here at five thirty, and we can figure out where to go?”

“That sounds wonderful,” she said, standing up on tiptoe to give him a quick kiss while Nat looked on with a knowing smile. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too, doll,” he replied. With a final farewell to Nat, Major turned and made her way back to her office, leaving him and the former assassin to make their exit.

“Don’t you dare hurt her,” Nat warned as they made their way into the lobby. 

Bucky turned to face her, halting in his steps. “What?” he spluttered. “Nat, I–I would never–”

“I know you don’t think you’d do it on purpose,” Natasha replied, “but your former girlfriends have a habit of getting their hearts broken and ending up miserable because of you. I’m telling you not to do that with Major. She’s a good person, and my friend. If you think that, once again, you’re going to let someone else call the shots on your relationship with her, you should let her go now, before she gets in too deep. She’s been hurt enough.”

“Nat,” he said, grabbing her arm and forcing her to look at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He sincerely didn’t. Who else would be calling the shots on any of his relationships if it wasn’t him? Yeah, it was true that his past relationships had ended messily, that the girls had been hurt, but… well, that wasn’t entirely Bucky’s fault, was it? Things just hadn’t worked out, for one reason or another. 

But with Major? Well, things were different with her. Bucky could feel it.

Nat gave him an appraising look, studying him as if she could read his mind through his facial expressions. “You really don’t, do you?” she mused. “It’s not my place to tell you her business, but Barnes–” she gave him a serious look– “if you let her get hurt because you can’t figure out where to draw a boundary, you and I are going to have a problem."

She gently pulled free of his grasp and made her way to the door of the building. Bucky paused for a moment, contemplating all that she had said, and wondering just what she had meant by any of it. Though, knowing Natasha, if she didn’t feel the need to explain it to him, there was no way he could get her to elaborate. 

As he was about to follow her out the door, he heard Major shouting for Zadie’s attention. He turned around and saw her angrily waving a thick manilla envelope in the air as she stalked toward the reception desk.

“Where did this come from, Zadie?” she asked in a tone Bucky had never heard her use before.

“Courier dropped it off, why?” Zadie asked. “What is it? Who’s it from?” 

“What company was the courier from?” Major continued, ignoring Zadie’s own questions. “Did they have a logo or anything like that?”

“Doll?” Bucky said as he stepped back toward the reception desk, concerned by the previously unseen agitation Major was displaying.

“Bucky!” Major exclaimed, as though surprised to still see him there. “I thought you left already.” She plastered on a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, and Bucky knew it was performative for his sake.

Bucky frowned. “What’s wrong, sugar? What’s in the envelope?”

Major’s eyes widened a fraction in alarm as she maneuvered to position the envelope behind her back. “It’s nothing, honey. Just… some business stuff. There’s no sender, so I need to figure out where it came from so I can make sure it gets dealt with properly.”

Bucky knew her explanation was bullshit, but he didn’t feel comfortable questioning her in front of her employee, so he let it slide. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No!” she exclaimed, a little too quickly, and then seemed to realize she’d nearly shouted at him. “No,” her voice was softer now, calmer, “but thank you. I appreciate that you want to help, though. That means a lot to me.”

Those words rang true; Bucky could tell that much. He sighed and took a step closer to give her a quick parting kiss. “If you’re sure, doll,” he said. 

“I’m sure,” she told him, then leaned in to whisper in his ear: “and if we were still having sex, I’d show you how appreciative I am.” She pulled back and grinned up at him.

“Gonna make me really regret that decision, huh?” he asked. He knew she was changing the subject, putting distance between them and the mysterious envelope, but he was willing to let it go for the time being. 

“Oh, most definitely,” she teased him. “At least until you change your mind.”

Bucky smiled at her. If she kept it up, he’d be changing his mind sooner than later. “Alright, I better get going before Nat comes looking for me,” he said, taking a step back from her. “I’ll see you at five thirty, yeah?”

“Don’t be late,” Major called after him. As if he would ever be late for her.

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

Caught In A Web ~ 22

CAUGHT IN A WEB MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 2,216ish

Summary: You wake up.

Notes: Surprise! I have been on a writing high with this story and decided I needed to quickly jump on and update! Spoilers: the slight angst is going to continue for a few chapters.

A hand holding yours was the first thing you noticed as you began to come to. It was rough and familiar, making you want to smile. But you were too tired for that. Your eyes were unwilling to open, and your ears could faintly hear the world around you. What you knew is that plenty of people were in the room with you, almost overwhelmingly so. You grunted as you tried to wake up more.

“Hey…” a familiar voice sounded, almost far away. “It’s okay, honey… take your time.” A groan slipped through your lips again. “I’m right here… you’re safe…” A kiss pressed to your hand. “I’m not leaving your side.”

“Ton—Tony…” You barely got out.

“It’s me, honey. It’s me.”

Finally, your eyes let you open them. You were thankful that the lights weren’t too bright, allowing your eyes to fall on Tony immediately. You pressed out a smile.

“You’re okay,” you rasped.

Tony couldn’t help but chuckle, tears pooling in his eyes. “I’m okay? You’re okay.”

“What—“ you cleared your throat, “What happened?”

“There was poison on the blade Rumlow used,” Bucky stepped in and explained. “Shuri created the antidote.”

You looked around and found the Princess, “thank you.”

“Of course,” she replied with a nod.

Your eyes continued to look over the crowd of people in the room. Everyone seemed to be here. Everyone but— “Where’s Bruce?”

“He’s out in the fields,” Natasha answered. “He’s the Hulk still. I tried to bring him back multiple times.”

“I’ve got to help him—“ You quickly tried to sit up, only to be pushed back down by Tony.

“You’re still waking up. Bruce can wait,” he told you.

“No.” You tried to wave him off. “It’s been too long. I told him I’d help him.” Looking around, you could tell that everyone was weary of letting you go. “Bruce is scared that he may not come back. It’s been too long.”

“Okay, okay, sweetheart,” Tony said, trying to calm you. “We’ll get you out there to him.”

~~~

Tony shouldn’t have been pushing you in the wheelchair, as he was still recovering, but he refused to let anyone else do it. You tried to refuse the wheelchair, but the looks you received from Bucky and Tony made you realize you didn’t have a choice. The Team had come with you to where the Border tribe had last spotted the Hulk. They were coming in case something went wrong. But you knew the Hulk now; he was your friend, just like Bruce was. 

The Hulk came into view along the tree line. It was clear by the area around him that he hadn’t been in the best of moods. The Team spread out as Tony continued to push you closer to the Hulk.

“Hey, big guy!” You called out as soon as you felt like he could hear you.

The Hulk spun around, almost like he didn’t think he’d ever hear your voice again. He was quick but gentle to come to you. Everyone was in awe at the sight. Not even Natasha could do what you were currently doing.

“Hey, big guy,” you repeated softer once he was closer. The Hulk sat before you, and you could tell he was worried. “I’m sorry I scared you. But I’m all right.” You reached out your hand. “See for yourself.” The Hulk was skeptical at first but slowly reached out his very large hand. You set your hand in the center of his palm, smiling up at him. “I’m all right.”

The Hulk grunted and groaned, quickly taking a few steps back. You could tell it was an internal struggle—the Hulk versus Bruce Banner. The Team watched carefully as the Hulk began to shrink and turn back into Bruce. Eventually, Bruce was lying naked in the field. Steve was quick to run up a blanket he had brought and threw it on top of Bruce. The man sat up, blinking quickly as he looked around. His eyes eventually found you and filled with relief.

“You’re okay?” Bruce asked.

“I’m okay,” you stated. “The big guy saved me as soon as the quinjet began to fall. Even helped rescue Tony.”

“Sure did,” Tony affirmed. 

“Thank you,” Bruce said, looking at you.

“I told you I’d bring you back,” you said.

“You’ve got to teach me your trick,” Natasha said as she came up to help Bruce.

You gave her a smile and a nod, knowing that Natasha and Bruce shared some feelings there but didn’t know exactly how to act upon them. Leaning back into the wheelchair, Tony’s hand came to rest on your shoulder. He gave it a slight squeeze as your hand came up to rest upon his. Your head tilted up to look at him.

“Can we go home?” You requested softly.

Tony smiled as he leaned down to kiss you. “Whatever you want.”

~~~

You arrived at the Tower at sunset. Everyone went their separate ways, whether that was home or to their own floors in the Tower. Tony, still pushing you in a wheelchair despite your lack of need, took you to your floor. 

“Do you want me to—“

“Stay, please,” you interrupted Tony, more desperate than you intended to.

“Of course.” He kissed the top of your head.

Tony pushed you to your bed, picked you up, and set you in the bed. He quickly lay beside you, hurrying to the bed's other side. As soon as he pulled you into his chest, tears began to slide down your cheeks. You were exhausted and completely overwhelmed by what had happened. 

Tony continued down the path of guilt as soon as he felt your tears hit his shirt. He was blaming himself for going on that mission, for the quinjet failing, for you having to rescue him, for Rumlow hurting you. He was taking the blame for everything that had happened to you in the last week and a half.

The two of you lay there in complete silence, not knowing where to start if you were to talk. Eventually, you fell asleep, but Tony was unable to. When he knew that you were asleep, he slipped out of bed and snuck into the lab. Tony immediately began working on a new suit for you. Your last one didn’t protect you enough, and that was his fault. He needed to do whatever he could to stop that from happening again.

~~~

You woke up with a shout, breathing erratically as you sat up. Sweat and tears were streaming down your body. You reached over to touch Tony to ground you, except you couldn’t feel him. Looking over, you saw that Tony wasn’t there. It hurt to know that he didn’t spend the whole night with you. You failed to notice how your breathing was becoming labored, your heartbeat still wild. Heated tears streamed down your cheeks. Laying back down, you curled up in a ball and began choking on sobs.

~~~

“Tony?” Bruce was surprised to see Tony already up in the lab. He hadn’t done that much since you moved in. “I’m surprised to see you up. I thought you’d be glued to Y/N’s side.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” Tony muttered, still working on your suit.

Bruce studied Tony for a moment. He knew the signs; he had lived through them before. He was feeling guilty about what had happened to you.

“It’s not your fault, Tony.”

Tony scoffed.

“Don’t go down this path.”

“I’m already down it, buddy.”

“You—“

“Excuse the interruption, Boss and Dr. Banner,” FRIDAY said. “I have noted signs of distress in Miss Y/N’s room and believe she needs assistance.”

Tony was out the door before his AI could finish, with Bruce rushing behind him. The elevator was moving slower than Tony would have liked, and he almost jumped out a few floors early to run up the stairs. When the elevator stopped on your floor, Tony and Bruce were out before the doors fully opened. Bruce followed Tony to your bedroom, where they found you struggling for breath and sobbing. Tony was at your side in an instant while Bruce went to look for a medkit. 

“Honey, I’m here, I’m here,” Tony tried to soothe. You didn’t register that he was even there. “Y/N.” He tried to move you but quickly realized that your skin was sticky and pulled away before he could get stuck. “Sweetheart, can you hear me?”

You were completely in your own world. Your breathing and heartbeat were loudly competing in your ears while your hot tears continued to stream down your face. Tony was beginning to grow more concerned.

“Sweetheart, please!” Your eyes suddenly fluttered back, and you lost consciousness. “Y/N!” Tony grabbed you, not caring about how your skin was reacting. 

“I’ve got an oxygen mask!” Bruce rushed in with a medkit and oxygen tank. He quickly came over and put it over your mouth.

“Y/N, honey, please…” Tony started crying. “Wake up.”

“FRIDAY?”

“It seems like Miss Y/N had a very serious panic attack,” the AI responded. “She’s lost consciousness, and it may take a while for her to wake.”

“I should have been here,” Tony whispered, beating himself up. “I shouldn’t have left… I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry.” His head fell to rest on yours. “I won’t leave your side again, I promise… just wake up.”

Bruce watched with immense concern and sadness at the scene in front of him. You were passed out in Tony’s arms, oxygen mask over your mouth and nose. Tony was crying, a rare sight, and rocking you back and forth. Bruce knew that neither of you were doing all right. Quietly slipping out of the room, Bruce headed for the elevator.

“FRIDAY, wake the Team and have them meet me in the conference room,” he told the AI.

“Already done,” FRIDAY replied.

“Y/N’s stats?”

“Miss Y/N is evening out."

“Good. Keep me updated on Tony and Y/N.”

“Will do.”

~~~

“How can we help?” Steve asked after Bruce had updated everyone on the situation.

“Therapy,” Sam answered. “We get a therapist here, full-time for everyone. Maybe even two.”

“No more missions for Stark and Y/N,” Bucky added. “No more training either.”

“I’ll contact Happy and have him get someone to cover Tony’s work at Stark Industries,” Clint said.

“We need to ensure everything is taken care of,” said Steve. “And be ready to jump in wherever and whenever we are needed.”

“Dr. Banner,” FRIDAY interrupted, “I have an update.”

“Go ahead,” Bruce said.

“Miss Y/N is conscious, and Mr. Stark is taking care of her.”

~~~

You knew something had happened by the way Tony was holding you. It was awkward, and you could tell Tony’s hands had gotten stuck on your skin. There was a mask over your mouth and nose, bringing you oxygen. Blinking up at Tony, you noticed that his eyes were red and there were trails of tears down his cheeks. He looked relieved when your eyes met his.

“Hey, there, sweetheart,” his voice was rough. “You scared me.”

“You weren’t there…” you mumbled, mask still on. “You weren’t there…” There you went, breaking Tony’s heart further. “I woke up… you weren’t there…” You were still panting, which is why you kept the oxygen on you.

“I’m so sorry, honey,” tears began to well back up in Tony’s eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“Where… why…?”

“I couldn’t sleep and didn’t want to wake you, so I was in the lab.”

“All night?”

Tony felt a familiar pit build in his stomach. One that he hadn’t felt in a long time. His escapes to the lab were one of the main issues that Pepper and he fought about. She absolutely hated when he did that and he was thinking you were about to share that same sentiment. 

“Yes,” he finally answered, preparing for the worst.

“I wish you would have woken me… I would have joined you…”

Tony was in shock. You would never cease to amaze him. “Really?”

“Of course… don’t leave next time… okay?”

Tony nodded and kissed your head. “Okay… I’m so sorry that I wasn’t there for you. Was it a nightmare?” You nodded, swallowing down some emotion. “I should have been here… I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have left.”

“It’s alright,” you reached up and pulled off the mask. “Just don’t leave again, okay?”

“Never,” he shook his head. “Never.” 

Tony leaned down and kissed you. You welcomed his lips and used your hands to hold his head close to yours. Quickly, you realized that Tony’s hands were moving from your arms. You pulled away and looked over.

“Tony… are you stuck to me?”

“Your skin was reacting to the panic attack.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. I don’t mind being stuck to you. I’ll have Bruce come up and help us without hurting you.”

You nodded, still feeling bad that you could lose control of your sticky skin. Tony could tell what was going on in your mind and leaned in to kiss you again. You melted into him despite knowing that he was trying to distract you.

“I love you,” he whispered against your lips.

You couldn’t help but smile at his words. “I love you too.”

next chapter >

[jessybarnes]

Untamed

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader 

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Tags: NSFW TITLE CARD, SMUT, angst, fluff, seducing, mentions of masturbation, mentions of using sex toys, lingerie, fingering (female receiving), cum eating, finger sucking, Bruce transitioning into the Hulk (not sure if this is a trigger, but I'm not taking chances), kissing (both Bruce and Hulk receiving), handjob (Hulk receiving… again Idk if this is a trigger but noting it anyway cause after some research I've learned that even his cum is green.), making out, biting, hickeys, fucking against a wall, choking, implied all night fucking, and I think that's it. 

Word Count: 4,129

Beta and Title Card: Yours Truly 

Written For: My amazing bestie and beta, Tiffany. <3

Being married to an Avenger had its perks. You got to live in Tony Stark's swanky tower, you had your own team of expertly trained bodyguards, and the best part of it all? You stole the heart of Bruce Banner. The two of you met under unfortunate circumstances, but it was still the best day of your life. 

You'd been caught in the crossfire during one of their missions, a monster took you hostage to use as leverage for their escape. The thing had a knife held against your throat, threatening to kill you on the spot if any of the Avengers moved an inch. You looked into their helpless eyes. Captain America, Hawkeye, Thor, and Iron Man all stared helplessly back at you contemplating how they were going to save you. 

In the distance, Natasha was holding her upturned palm to a furious Hulk. He was grunting and clenching his fists as she took a tentative step toward him.

"Hey, big guy. The sun's getting real low."

He trained his eyes on her, as his anger started to dissipate. Just before he was about to give in he heard you scream.

He snapped his head in your direction, a loud, angry roar shaking the surrounding buildings as he ran towards you. Cars, signs, sidewalk benches, nothing was safe from his wrath. It all happened so fast. One moment your captor was pressing the blade harder against your skin and the next you were in the Hulk's arms. 

At first, you were startled, his big green eyes scanning your body as he held you in his large green hand. He was breathing heavily, his nostrils flaring, as he spoke.

"Hulk save you."

You smiled and were about to respond but Captain Rogers beat you to it.

"That's good, buddy," he set his shield down and slowly walked towards the two of you. "Why don't you put the lady down now, okay?"

The Hulk tightened his grip on your waist and snarled, "NO! Hulk keep pretty lady!"

Steve went to speak again, but you turned around to look at him.

"Wait. It's okay. Let me try something."

They all watched in wonder as you brought both of your hands to his face, your thumbs brushing his hard skin.

"Thank you for saving me," you smiled. "If it's okay, I'd like to meet Bruce too. He's a part of you, and in a way, he saved me as well."

He held you for a moment longer, taking time to mull over your request. Finally, he set you down on a nearby barrier and transitioned back into the well-known scientist. 

You smiled as you recalled the fond memory. You and Bruce had been married for two years, and he made you the happiest woman in the world. Sure, it was difficult when he'd go on missions, but that wasn't what bothered you the most.

What you really wanted was for him to make love to you. Ever since the start of your relationship, all he'd ever done was kiss you. Sometimes he'd go as far as fingering you, but it never went further. He was terrified to do anything else because he didn't want the Hulk to accidentally hurt you. He'd never forgive himself if that happened, and he made you fully aware that being with him meant no sex. 

You didn't have to have sex to be happy with him. It wasn't a deal breaker, but you couldn't help but want to feel him inside of you. God, you bet he made the prettiest sounds. You had plenty of toys to keep you satisfied, and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't made yourself come to the thought of him fucking you into oblivion.

Natasha and Wanda helped you try and seduce him a number of times, but that always ended with a heavy makeout session and a very, very aroused Bruce. 

That's what the three of you were doing now. Planning yet another attempt in getting him to fuck you. You were dressed in short lacy lingerie, a pair of stockings with little black bows at the bottom, and your favorite pair of black pumps.

"I don't know about this, guys. What if someone sees me on the way down to his lab?"

Nat grinned and crossed her arms. "Don't worry about that. I've got it all taken care of. Steve and Bucky are out on a mission, Sam and Clint are in the gym doing their weird juice cleanse workout, and Thor's in Asgard. That only leaves Tony, Vision, and Rhodey to worry about. Wanda, you're taking Vis on a date, right?"

She nodded. "Yep! Typical dinner and a movie, but it'll be fun getting some fresh air."

Nat turned her gaze back to you and smiled. "That leaves the two iron wonders, which by the way, I've decided to take on a supply run."

You sighed, playing with a strand of your hair. "Okay, let's do this. Get me to the lab." 

Surprisingly, you made it there without being seen by anyone. The girls gave you a little nudge toward the door before blowing kisses and waving goodbye. Once you were alone, you took a moment to watch Bruce through the glass.

He was concentrating on some new prototype, his teeth worrying his bottom lip as he silently worked. God, he was so beautiful without even trying.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door and walked past the threshold. There was no going back now.

"Oh, hey honey! Is it already time fo-"

The words died on his tongue as soon as he looked at you. The test tube in his hand clattered to the floor, his mouth hanging open in shock.

"Y-Y/N…"

You smirked and sauntered towards him, slowly running your hands over his chest. "Hey, baby," you breathed. "I thought you could use a break." 

He swallowed thickly and let out a shaky breath. "What um… what're you d-doing?"

You brought his hands to your hips, his fingers making the barely-there dress bunch up to reveal your ass. "Bruce, touch me…please."

He closed his eyes and moaned. "You know I can't. I-I can't risk hurting you, Y/N."

You brushed your knuckles against the stubble on his cheek and smiled. "You won't hurt me. I trust you...both of you."

You grabbed his right hand, "besides, feel how wet I am." He gently circled your clit, a desperate whine falling from your lips. "See baby? See what you do to me without even trying?"

Bruce gripped your waist tighter, his breathing becoming erratic as he slowly continued sliding his fingers between your folds. You were close, so close to cumming already. All the built-up sexual tension, seeing him like this, was almost too much. 

Almost.

Just before the coil of arousal inside you snapped, he pulled away, his hands coming up to grab his hair. "Fuck, baby, I… I can't. He's too strong, and if I ever lost you because of him… god, I can't even think about it."

You hated seeing him distraught like this. Bruce was an amazing, kind, loving man who gave you the world. The Hulk may be destructive, but he was still gentle with you. He'd never once hurt you, and in your heart, you believed he would hold true to that promise even during times like this.

You pulled him back into your embrace and kissed him like it was the last time you'd ever get the chance. He sighed against your mouth, his tongue sliding against yours slow and sweet. 

He eventually pulled away, still holding you close as he looked at you with hooded eyes. "Y/N, it takes all of my strength every day to hold myself back. I want to, god, do I want to, take you apart, make you come over and over again."

His fingers curled a strand of hair behind your ear and you bit your lip. "Baby, can you hear me out? I… I think I may have a solution for both of us."

He sighed. "Yeah, honey, go ahead."

You moved him to his chair, pushing his shoulder lightly so he'd sit down. His hands found purchase on your hips as you straddled his lap.

"Bruce, I know you won't hurt me. I know the Hulk won't either because he's never shown any aggression towards me. Give me this, try for me, just this once. We can start slow and if you feel like you're going to lose it then we can stop. You have total control, baby." You kissed his lips softly. "Please?" 

For a few seconds, he just looked at you. His brown eyes raked over your entire body. He swallowed, blowing a deep breath out of his nose as he held you a bit tighter.

"Okay. Okay, I'll try."

Your eyes widened, "thank you, baby. You have no idea how much this means to me."

He moved his calloused hand slowly up your thigh again, his fingertips tracing small circles on your clit. Your eyes rolled back, his darkening with unbridled lust.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're so pretty like this. Watching your body shake, those sweet little moans and whimpers, I swear I'm the luckiest man in the world." 

You began moving your hips, the sounds of your wetness echoing in the small space around you. "Oh, Bruce… baby I- …please. Oh, please don't stop!"

He quickened his pace, the newly added pressure of his fingers causing you to fall forward and grasp onto his shirt. He groaned, low and deep, his breath hot on your neck as he kissed your sweat-slicked skin.

"C'mon, baby girl. Come for me. Show me how pretty you look." That was all you needed, his command sent you over the edge, his hand and your legs becoming coated with your release. 

If Bruce wasn't holding you up, you'd have fallen to your knees. He peppered sweet kisses along your jaw to your lips, rendering you breathless.

"Gorgeous. God, baby, you're breathtaking."

Words failed you but that didn't stop your wandering hands. They eagerly began undoing his pants trying desperately to feel more of him.

"Whoa, honey. Hey, hey, hey, slow down. I know you're eager, but we gotta go easy. I don't want him to hurt you, remember?" Reluctantly, you stopped, but then an idea popped into your head. 

"Bruce? Can um… can I ask you a question?"

He pulled back, his thumbs brushing your upper arms, "you can ask me anything, Y/N."

You bit your lip and looked at the floor, suddenly nervous your request would end this whole thing before it even started. "Do you promise not to get mad at me?"

Bruce immediately wrapped his arms around you, "sweetheart, you're the only person I'm not angry around."

You blew out the breath you'd been holding and closed your eyes. "Can I talk to him?" 

He stiffened. "Y/N, I-I don't think th-"

"Please. He won't hurt me, Bruce. He never has. Please, just… please."

Just when you thought he was going to shut this whole escapade down, he slowly stood up. "Promise me you'll run if he gets out of hand."

You nodded and watched as he closed his eyes, his skin, hair, nails, everything turning green while he doubled in size. At first, Hulk was confused. His big eyes look down at you with interest. He huffed and held his hand out for you to take it. 

"Hey, big guy. Can you sit down for me against the wall over there? I wanna talk to you."

He tilted his head and haphazardly stomped to the opposite side of the room before plopping unceremoniously onto the floor making the lab equipment around you rattle.

"Thank you. May I sit on your lap?"

He looked up at you, his large hand gathering the thin material of your outfit between his fingers. "Y/N pretty. Hulk like clothes."

The corner of your mouth turned up into a crooked smirk. "Why thank you, honey. Can I sit down?" You gestured to his huge thigh and watched as he nodded. 

You straddled your hips over one of his legs, because it was impossible to do both, and cupped his face.

"You know how much I love you and Bruce, right?"

He blinked, "yes, Hulk know that."

"Well, I'd like to show both of you how much I love you, but I want to make sure you're okay with everything first."

He waited, the fingers on his right hand holding your waist.

"I want to be with both of you, in a more…intimate way. I wanna make the two of you happy because I love both of you with all my heart."

A low grunt rumbled through his chest. "Hulk love Y/N. But what intimate?" 

You scooted closer and smiled. "Can I kiss you?"

He nodded again, and you slowly leaned in, pressing your lips against his gently. At first, he didn't react, his whole body still except for his steady breathing, but then you felt him kiss back.

You pulled away to see his reaction and moaned when you saw the heat in his eyes.

"How was that, baby?"

His grip on your hips tightened a fraction. "Hulk want more."

You giggled and took his other hand. "I'll give you more, love, but first, I want you to feel how excited I am. You have to be careful with me though, okay?" 

"Hulk no hurt Y/N. Hulk be gentle."

You curled his fingers into a fist, save for his middle one, and brought it to your soaked pussy. "Do you feel that? Feel how wet I am here?"

He slid his large digit back and forth, watching curiously as you bit your lip, and then pulled his hand back to look at his finger. "Yes, Hulk feel."

You maintained eye contact as you sucked and licked your arousal from his skin. "Do you wanna try?"

He wasted no time, a little more sure of himself as he collected more of your juices. He inhaled your scent, a low growl reverberating in his chest as he tasted you. 

"Y/N good. Hulk need more."

You kissed the inside of his wrist and looked at him lovingly. "We can do more, but you really have to be careful, okay? Just one of your fingers is a lot for me to take, so you'll have to go slow."

He sighed softly and gathered a bit of your hair in his hand. "Hulk go slow. Always careful with Y/N."

You brought his hand between your legs again, but this time you guided his middle finger to your entrance. Bracing yourself, you sank down on him and whimpered from the slight stretch.

"Y/N okay?"

You licked your lips and let out a shaky breath, "yeah, baby. I'm fine. You feel so good."

Switching your position, you maneuvered yourself so your back was against his chest. He looked down at you, his free hand tilting your chin up.

"Hulk like when Y/N feel good."

You pulled him down for a chaste kiss and spread your legs so they were draped over his big thighs, "carefully move your finger, okay? Slowly in and out." 

As soon as you felt him pull out and push back in, a breathy moan fell from your lips. "Yeah, baby, just like that."

The sound of his soft grunts, the feeling of his toned muscles rippling against your skin, the way he brushed the sweet spot inside you, it was all so toe-curlingly good. Your second orgasm was building rapidly, making you whine desperately.

"Y/N feel wet. Hulk stop?"

You shook your head and moaned. "No, please don't stop. You're - oh, god! - gonna make me cum. D'you wanna see me do that, baby?"

He adjusted slightly, and suddenly you could feel his very large, very prominent erection pressing against your back.

"Yes. Hulk see Y/N" 

You canted your hips upward, meeting every thrust. "Go a little faster and do this with your finger."

You crooked yours to show him and he obeyed immediately making you cry out. "Oh, my god! Yes, oh, right there… don't stop please baby I'm so close!"

He huffed and grabbed your hand with his free one.

"Oh, fuck baby…yeah, oh, shit! Gonna cum… gonna come oh my g-FUCK!"

You squeezed his hand, your whole body convulsing as your walls fluttered around him repeatedly. He pulled out of you and examined his finger as you recovered from your moment of bliss.

"Hulk do good?" 

You turned around in his arms and kissed him again. "You did, baby. Thank you. Can I make you feel good now too?"

You let your fingertips ghost over the large tent in his shorts and watched as he closed his eyes and growled. The noise alone would scare anyone away, but not you. You knew he'd never harm you.

"Yes. Hulk feel good too."

Carefully, you freed him from his shorts, marveling at his impressive length and girth. "You're so big, baby. Being so good for me." He watched you spit in your hands and snarled when you began to stroke him. 

"Is this okay, love? Does this hurt?"

He threw his head back and panted. "No hurt. Feel good."

You smirked and began twisting your hands as they slid over the shiny green head.

"Remember, honey. Try not to hurt me, okay? I know it feels good, but when you cum you gotta try and stay still for me, alright?"

He gritted his teeth and brought a big hand to your cheek. "Hulk never hurt Y/N. Promise." He let out another choked cry. "Hulk feel funny...here." he pointed to his lower abdomen and you kissed his lips sweetly.

"That's good, baby. It means you're close. Just lean back and close your eyes for me. Let me make you feel good."

He listened and you watched his chest heave and his fists clench. 

"That's it. C'mon. Show me, sweetheart."

A few more strokes were all it took, a loud guttural roar filling the lab as thick ropes of cum coated your hands and his chest.

He stayed like that, panting and twitching, while you looked for a towel to clean him up. Grabbing one of the extra lab coats, you knelt in front of him again and planted a sweet kiss on his forehead.

"You're incredible, baby. I'm so proud of you. Bruce will be too. I knew you'd never hurt me."

He rubbed your sides affectionately as you cleaned him and your hands up. "No way hurt Y/N. Hulk love you."

You kissed his lips. "And I love you, baby. Can I see Bruce now? I wanna tell him how proud of you I am."

He gave you one final smile and closed his eyes, his body slowly becoming smaller until a sweaty Bruce lay slumped against the wall. 

He blinked a few times before he frantically ran his hands over you, looking for any sign of injury.

"Bruce, hey, calm down." You laced the fingers on both your hands with his and looked into his worried brown eyes. "I'm fine. He didn't hurt me, okay? In fact," you held up the lab coat that was now covered in sticky green liquid. "Things went more than okay."

He looked from you to the coat a few times before crashing his lips to yours. His kiss was possessive, nowhere near gentle as he explored your mouth eagerly.

"You were right, baby. I shouldn't have doubted you, but I was just so scared. I can't ever lose you."

You sat back on your haunches and grinned. "I know, honey. We can talk this over later, but right now I need you inside me." 

Bruce stood and pulled you to your feet, immediately pushing you against the wall. "You're perfect. Absolutely perfect, Y/N. I love you so damn much."

He kissed, nipped, and licked at your neck, littering a trail of purple-ish marks anywhere he could reach.

"Fuck, Bruce…"

He hummed and tore the front of your lacy top down the middle. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart. Smooth skin, perfect body, gorgeous face, amazing personality, you're an absolute work of art. I'm so lucky to call you mine. 'M gonna fuck you over and over again until you beg me to stop." 

A needy whine filled the small space between the two of you, your hands fisting in his hair. "Please! Please…want you so bad!"

He spun you around, pressing you against the wall as he undid his pants, kicking them off to the side. "Spread your legs, princess. That's it, brace yourself against the wall too."

You did what he asked and sucked in a sharp breath when he hooked your left leg over his thigh and pressed the head of his cock against your slick hole. "Don't you dare be quiet, you hear me, Y/N? I want every single person in this tower to know you're mine."

Your response died on your tongue as he slammed into you, setting a steady pace. 

You couldn't stay quiet even if you wanted to. Nothing compared to the way his cock made you feel. No toy, no vibrator, not even your fingers felt this good.

"Oh, Bruce! Oh, my fucking god!"

His left arm hugged your middle holding you up while his right wrapped around your throat, squeezing deliciously. "Good girl. Love hearing you scream for me. God, your pussy feels so good, warm and wet around my cock, pulling me in every time I slide home."

You clenched around him and he bit your shoulder. "Fuck! I gotta fill you up, baby. 'M sorry, but I'm not gonna last when you feel this good." 

Your left hand began rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. "'S okay, Bruce… I-I'm close too. Feels - oh, fuck! Oh, my god! - s-so good!"

He was relentless now, the delicious drag of his cock against your walls was hard and fast. "Oh, fuck! That's it, princess. Yeah, that's right, squeeze me just like that. Come on, Y/N…let go with me."

His words were like a trigger, your third orgasm shooting through you like a bullet as he stilled inside you.

The two of you didn't move for a few minutes, the labored sounds of your breathing the only sound around you. Finally, he pulled out and turned you to face him, his lips colliding with yours in a passionate kiss.

"Fuck, that was…that was amazing."

Bruce caressed your cheek and smiled fondly. "Thank you, sweetheart. Thank you for being patient with me and with him too. We wouldn't have made it this far without you, and we owe you everything." 

You kissed him slowly, taking your time to feel him against you. "I love you, Bruce. I'll always help both of you with anything. You both complete me, in every way, and I can't imagine a life without you guys."

He held you close, his fingers sliding up your back and into your hair. He opened his mouth to respond, but F.R.I.D.A.Y. cut him off. "I'm terribly sorry to interrupt Mr. and Mrs. Banner, but Mr. Stark requests entrance to the lab."

Your eyes grew wide in fear of him seeing you naked. "Tell him to give us five minutes please, F.R.I.D.A.Y.."

"Of course, Mrs. Banner." Bruce threw you his clean lab coat, tossing the other one in the trash before pulling on his clothes. 

"Let's take this upstairs, Y/N. I'm not even close to being done with you." He winked and a jolt of arousal shot straight to your core.

"As long as you promise not to go easy on me, baby," you smirked. He swatted your ass and walked past you to the door.

"Oh, princess, now that I know you're safe with me I've got so many plans to take you apart over and over again. You're gonna be putty in my hands when I'm done with you."

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you looked at his hooded eyes. Literally and figuratively, you were fucked. That was just a bonus though because you had everything you wanted. Bruce was yours in every sense of the word. 

Tony walked past you shaking his head, "there better not be a mess in there!"

You giggled and followed Bruce into the elevator. "No promises, Stark!"

Yeah, you thought to yourself, this is finally the start of our forever.

He glared at the closing metal doors, the sight of you and Bruce kissing being the last thing he saw. He smiled against your lips and you saw the happiness in his eyes.

[2stepadmiral]

If mutants become the focus of the MCU in phase 7-9, then they should make Dark Phoenix the big bad of phase 7. Phase 8 should be Apocalypse, but build up to him, work in the Celestial connection, and bring back a recasted Kang to be part of his origin. Magneto, Sinister, and the Sentinels are recurring throughout. Then, phase 9 NEEDS to have Onslaught as the overall phase villain. Have the first X-men movie end with Magneto getting blasted full force by a pissed off professor X, then make it seem like Magneto is constantly spying on the heroes (not just the X men, also Spider-Man and the fantastic four) throughout the movies until it’s revealed in the phase 9 X-Men movie that it had been onslaught all along. Then, that first movie is the X-Men fighting on slot and ultimately losing, with the post credit scene teasing Avengers 7, then Avengers 7 and 8 cover Onslaughts attack on New York, his massing of power using X-Men and Franklin Richards, before the heroes finally launch one final attack on onslaught. This would also be the perfect time for Bruce to bring back the real Hulk, as a desperate maneuver to finish Onslaught, having Jean deactivate Bruce Banner, and bring back the Hulk. It would even be comic accurate. 

Basically I love Onslaught and think he is the most criminally underrated X-men villain ever, and he would be the perfect big bad for an MCU saga, particularly since his original comic appearance was an Infinity War level team up and the story would require very little tinkering. Plus, I love Apocalypse and want him to get a better film adaptation, and I love Kang and hope that they recast and bring him back later.

[mischiefmaker615]

Ghost (Loki Love Story) Ch.15

Arrival at the tower went better than expected.. considering the circumstances. Most members were out on long term assignments, so it only left Bruce, Tony and Steve, and Natasha. They greeted you with cheer, as did you to see your old comrades again- before you had left to pay attention more to New Asgard. Tony was already at the bar when you all arrived, Steve sticking close to your side as if you had your own personal body guard.

Loki, however wasn’t exactly greeted with the same happiness as Bruce and Natasha stiffened, as if he had done something wrong. Which.. New York yes, but that was years ago. Upon coming back to life, you think you’d have a do over right?- assuming he won’t try taking over again. They made it seem like he would and gave him a nod with their eyes practically studying him.

‘’well lets not all stiffen up, Loki’s been a huge help when I had an injured arm, I’m sure he’ll be plenty of help around here’’ you tried lightening the mood with a smile, Natasha looking back at you with narrowed eyes.

‘’I suppose due to the circumstances.. two spare rooms won’t be needed?’’ it wasn’t much of a question but Nat almost seemed to hide disgust at the thought of you and him sharing a bed.

‘’it would be physically impossible right now, I appreciate you all helping to prepare. We’ll get settled and I’ll show him around..’’ you declare, wanting to get out of the thick vibe growing in the room as Bruce avoided eye contact with Loki, as if making little eye contact would piss him off to Hulk-out.

With that, you took Loki’s hand and pulled him along to prevent just that. ‘’we’ll be around, thank you-‘’

Loki followed you towards the hall, sending Steve a smirk over his shoulder before he turned his attention back to you as you led him by the hand. ‘’with your quick wish to leave the room and to the spares, one would assume you are eager to-‘’

‘’they can assume all they want, you’ll just have to ignore them while they adjust to your presence.’’ You said dryly, keeping your eyes forward as you clutched still at his hand. ‘’they didn’t have to be so cold towards you-‘’

‘’a not so surprising reaction from them darling, the only presence I care about being around, is yours. I suppose this curse of ours could be seen as a blessing’’ he winked and your cheeks reddened as you stopped at the elevator and pressed the button.

‘’..don’t you.. care about independence?’’ you asked without really thinking much into it while your mouth beat your brain. ‘’you aren’t bothered by being stuck like this? Surely you’d want some privacy-‘’

‘’I’m stuck with the utmost glorious woman I have laid eyes on, which speaks volumes because I have literally been in the presence of goddesses.’’ He lightly teased, a hand at the small of your back at he led you first into the elevator before he joined your side. ‘’I have high feelings for you Y/N,.. I’m not saying we need to rush into anything because we’ve kisses but.. even if we weren’t stuck together, I most likely would have been finding myself at your side the entire time anyway..’’ he confessed and you hesitantly clicked the button for your floor.

Cheeks red, you glance over at him while you rubbed your arm shyly. ‘’your very poetic when you speak’’

Loki gave a hard laugh as the elevator began rising, taking hold of your hand in his as he brought your knuckled up to his lips with a grin. ‘’and I also enjoy doting on you darling. Request it and I shall do my utmost ability to get it done if it is to please you. I’ve spent to much of my life feeling alone..’’ his smile faded ever so slightly at the sudden confession, moving his eyes forward now once the elevator stopped. ‘’..i do not wish the chance to feel that again.’’

Your eyes traveled down, knowing you would never abandon him, but having the pressure of possibly having him fall back into his upbringing trauma was difficult to think on. You stayed silent the rest of the way, leading him down a few halls before you stopped at a door.

‘’..this was always mine when I occasionally stayed here, it should be spacious enough’’

‘’I think I prefer less spacious.’’ Loki smirked and you lightly shook your head with an eye roll while you opened the door.

The sight had you stop in your tracks, a light gasp leaving your lips as you took in the room. It was almost exactly the way you left it! It wasn’t terribly long since you’ve been here, but you knew there should be a good amount of dust on the surface. Running a finger across the desk, there was none. Your weapons were still mounted on the wall, your sheets and blankets seemed to have been washed and a few trinkets here and there, amongst your books were organized and accounted for.

‘’I kept everything the same encase you returned..’’

The voice behind you both got you turning, Loki making eye contact before he rolled them with a distasteful groan. ‘’can we not have a moments piece Rogers?”

‘’I gotta make sure the settling in part is.. settled.’’ Steve says dryly, his tone dramatically changing when he looks over at you. ‘’I’ve only added a few other essentials, though I know you brought some from home. Apparently, Tony is throwing a party tonight to celebrate your arrival.’’

‘’he throws parties practically every night.’’ You sigh.

‘’I know, but he says he’ll be keeping it small, pretty much just all of us.’’ Steve shrugged, keeping himself leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed.

‘’yes yes we’ll be there, is that all?’’ Loki waves off as his body noticeably stiffens by his very presence, taking a hold of your hand while Steve’s eyes flick down to it before back at yours.

‘’we’ll be around if you need anything.’’

‘’of course, thank you and..’’ you waved around the room with a content smile at feeling a bit more at home. ‘’..thank you.’’

‘’your welco-‘’ the door closed on it’s own with a mild slam, making you quickly turn to catch the brief flash of green in Loki’s eyes.

‘’you really need to lighten up.’’ You warn, knowing he had used magic to slam the door.

‘’I will not light up darling.’’ Loki said, awkward at the Midgardian terms as he almost says it with distaste. ‘’he’s only trying to ward you away from me.’’

‘’I’m yours?” you asked carefully, your eyes falling down at the grip on his hand tightens ever so slightly.

‘’we’re soul mates Y/N-‘’

‘’Loki.. I won’t be destiny’s puppet.. we know it but it doesn’t mean we need to follow it just because we got a bit of a.. spoiler alert through magic. We could do whatever we want with this information not everyone gets the chance to get, to rewrite-‘’

‘’I don’t wish to rewrite anything darling, nor is it possible to change it.’’ He cut you off, seeming to remind you how tall he was as he faced you with barely a step apart. ‘’surely I’m sure you have learned from the Midgardian films; what future cannot be changed. If you so much as try to adjust things, most likely doing so it what will make it happen anyway.’’ He said and placed a finger at your chin, a shiver running down your spine as he tilted your head up so you were paying closer attention.

‘’like it or not Y/N, you cant get rid of me.’’

‘’like a cockroach.’’

The voice had both your eyes move to the door as Tony’s voice stayed muffled behind it.

‘’hard to kill, hard to get rid of.’’

‘’is privacy going to be a constant issue around-‘’ Loki fumed as he made for the door but in a huff, ready to practically break it open to probably kill Stark before he was suddenly teleported back, ramming into you as you both stumbled and fell onto the bed, Loki on top while the door opened itself.

‘’usually there’s a lot less dialog when your doing it Reindeer Games’’ Tony noted casually as he leaned against the door frame.

Your cheeks heated up, Loki’s hands on either side of your head while yours spread out above it. His body struggled to hold itself above yours, slight strain barely shaking the mattress as he fought not to lower himself in that instant but what could be felt was his erection, causing his own cheeks to redden upon his realization.

‘’Stark, you have about two seconds to tell me what business you have here before I make a perfectly good reason for you heroes to call SHIELD and get me-‘’ Loki gritted out, pushing himself off the bed- as much as he would have loved to stay and turned to glare at him. his anger mildly defused with a smirk when Tony poorly hid his reaction at seeing how much he was.. packing.

‘’so I lied, I may have invited a bit more people than just us but I figured since you just got here and still may need a few things, Pepper said you could help yourself to her wardrobe.’’ Tony explained quickly, his eyes staying on Y/N as you sat yourself up awkwardly with still a light hue on your cheeks.

‘’thank you-‘’

‘’no need Stark. I have it handled.’’ Loki snapped, raising your curiosity you would note later as Tony smirked.

‘’why? Want the dresses all to yourself?’’

‘’I’m absolutely sure you wouldn’t wish to be thrown from that window a second time-‘’ Loki snapped, a step towards him having you grasp his arm so you both wouldn’t get teleported again.

‘’thank you Tony, we’ll be getting ready and see you out there.’’

‘’cool’’ Tony smiled with a small wave, clearly less annoying with you than with any interactions with Loki as he headed off, leaving the door open as you sighed.

‘’how long will we be stuck here?’’ Loki groaned and laid back on the bed, his arms spread out to his sides as he looked thoroughly annoyed.

‘’just until we figure this thing out.’’ you said gently as you sat beside him.

Upon feeling your presence beside him, he moved a hand to rest on your thigh, his thumb stroking as if you were his own personal stress reliever. ‘’or, we could just stay stuck together and go back to your place like none of this ever happened..’’

You gave him a gentle look, a look of hesitation that seemed to speak for you that you were still unsure of your decision.

Loki sighed and patted your leg, giving you a silent okay fine before he sat up. ‘’alright darling, I suppose we should get ready for this not-so-rare event Stark is hosting. I think I shall have the perfect remedy for your outfit.’’ He smirked, as if the thought alone had lifted his spirts as he stood, taking your hand to pull you up and placed you in the middle of the room.

‘’I have a few things of my own, there’s really no need-‘’

‘’darling, none sense’’ he smiled and began eyeing you up and down while begiving to move around you in circles. ‘’it would up my spirits considering how the beginning of this stay went and I promise to make it stunning.’’ He beamed before his eyes flashed that light, green hue and your skin began to tingle.

Looking down at yourself, you felt your clothes begin to stretch and move, as if he was using that fabric to help with the main ingredient to his magic. With a small flash that had your eyes closed for a moment, you reopened them to find that you were wearing a flood length, skin tight, emerald dress with a gold trim around your waist. The main thing that got your attention was the draft and noticed how much cleavage you were showing, making you hug yourself with your eyes widening.

‘’this is beautiful Loki- but perhaps something less.. fancy?’’ you asked but he knew the fanciness wasn’t your main issue as he tilted his head as if to try to see behind your arms.

‘’darling you look gorgeous-‘’ he encouraged, noticing how he even made it so your back was exposed to not have any discomfort to your wings.

‘’t-thank you but.. perhaps something that matches the occasion..’’ you plead behind your words and he sighed, waving his hand and the process begins all over again as the fabric morphed and revealed you into a more single dress, a black cloth that looked more like a chambermaid would wear at some royal castle.

‘’what’s this?” you raise a brow, it looking plain and simple with a little less cleavage but you covered none the less.

‘’I can’t have gawkers left and right while we attend, it is uncomfortable enough with Roger’s existence here.’’ Loki mumbled, straining his neck to look behind you as your ass and you quickly used your wings to block him.

‘’than what was the first option you formulated??”

Loki’s eyes flicked back to yours and smirked. ‘’that was merely for me.’’

‘’Loki!’’ you almost whined and he placed his hands up in a surrender position. ‘’alright darling, alright. One moment,’’ and with the flick of his wrist, you now wore a black cocktail dress.

It was mid-thigh high, a mild dip but not to much chest tricking out, you noticed your height was different and noticed the gold heels you now wore and a slightly low back just enough for your wings. With a relaxed sigh, you smiled and lowered your arms.

‘’thank you.’’

‘’your welcome darling.’’ He said proudly, his eyes everywhere else but your eyes as you snapped his fingers at him to get his attention before he noticed your growing concern.

‘’you are using your magic to do this.. won’t I be naked if you accidently drop the spell? Let alone exhaust yourself-‘’

‘’darling I assure you, as much of a sight you will be,’’ he smirked before getting serious. ‘’I shall be absolutely fine. There is no effort in such a simple spell so there is nothing to worry about.’’ And with that, he waved a hand over himself and his glow consumed him, revealing himself to be wearing an all-black suit.

Your cheeks reddened as you unknowingly drank him in, a chuckle snapping you out of it as you adverted your eyes and shifted in place. ‘’..you look nice..’’

‘’why thank you darling, I dare say with confidence that we will look like the hottest couple in New York.’’ He said with a grin, having attempted an American accent, not necessarily failing miserably but enough to have you laugh and relax.

‘’stick to your poetic vibes.’’ You tell him with a smile and go over to his side, taking his arm for him to lead you.

‘’very well darling,’’ he grins, his voice almost taking on a purr as he leads you forward.

‘’let us get this over with.’’

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[queen-of-the-avengers]

Iron Man 2: Part One

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Nick Fury sits across from you in the dimly lit room. On the desk in front of you is a file he's been working on since you and Carol parted ways in 1995. He's been waiting patiently for the past ten minutes while you read through it all.

"This is what you were working on after Carol left?" you ask and scan the pages in your hand once more.

"I didn't realize exactly what's out there until you and Carol. I have no idea what we might face, and I think it's about time to bring together exceptional people with extraordinary powers such as yourself," Fury explains.

"What are you trying to put together? Some kind of superhero team?" you chuckle.

"It's good to know what's out there. It's better to be prepared for it."

"You think I'm worthy enough to be in this group?"

"Have you met you? The woman I knew in 1995 would jump at the chance to be on this team."

"I have to admit, you've got some good stuff in here," you sigh and set the file on the table.

"But...?"

"I've seen this kind of thing before. Someone puts together a team of exceptionally gifted people who can do incredible things, but conflict arises and it never works out. Your heart is in the right place, but I don't think your head is. Have you thought this through?"

"More than you think I have. I think with the right motivation, this team can be the greatest thing this world has ever seen."

"I don't know," you bite your lower lip in worry.

"Who survived the Kree not once but twice? Who fought Hydra in World War II? Who helped defeat Stane? Who helped Bruce?"

"Okay, first, Stane was a douchebag in a machine he didn't know how to control. Anyone could have beaten him," you roll your eyes. "Second, Bruce came to me thinking I was a scientist. He heard about me back in 1945, found out how to contact me, and I was there for him. I didn't know what I was signing up for when he went all Hulk on me."

"Think about it, Y/N. This is something that can be truly remarkable with the right people. I already have two agents on board."

"Who?"

"Black Widow and Hawkeye."

You don't know who Hawkeye is but you've heard plenty about the deadly assassin. She's popped up over the years but you've always stayed out of her way in fear she'll start hunting you. Never did you think you'd get to be able to work with her. You take the file from the table and look at Black Widow's section.

Damn, she's gorgeous.

"Is she seeing anyone?"

"Excuse me?"

"You know, is she in a relationship?"

"I'm not doing this. Ask her yourself. Take some time and think about it."

He gets up and is about to leave the room when you swivel around to face him.

"How's your eye doing?"

"Don't start," he shakes his head and leaves the room.

Not only do you have this to think about, Tony's speech has been on replay over and over in your mind. You told the world that you were the Avatar while Tony confessed to being Iron Man. The weeks following the press conference have been nothing but chaos as the public made you and Tony celebrities. While you did confess to being able to control the elements, you're not going to tell the world the planet you're truly from. You're not sure they're ready to hear they're not alone in the universe.

Dr. Erskine, Peggy Carter, and Howard Stark took it well because they were already working in that area, so it didn't come as a shock to them. Despite being inventors, doctors, and secret government agents, they were scientists. They knew there were other lifeforms out there.

They may have been ready to learn about you, but the rest of the world isn't.

You and Tony have been put in the spotlight, making you two out to be idols. People love the Avatar and Iron Man and often want you two to be out together in public. With his newfound sense of fame, he decided to reopen the Stark Exposition where he showcases all the things he's invented while encouraging people to show off their inventions.

If you know Tony, and you do, he's gonna want to make a grand entrance into his Stark Exposition. He's going to use the suit to fly into the arena with you by his side. To do that, you have to get high, which is why you two are on a small plane to take you to that height.

"I never got the chance to tell you how risky of a move it was to reveal yourself like that," you say to him while you're waiting.

"It's bound to come out sooner or later," Tony shrugs.

"They're going to start asking questions."

"They were already doing it before."

"Life is going to be different for us."

"Eh, what else is new?" he chuckles.

The plane flies higher, and you and Tony get ready to jump out of it.

"So, how are you and Pepper doing? Have you kissed her yet?"

"Don't start."

"What? Come on, you two almost kissed. There's some sort of feelings there, no?"

"I don't know," Tony sighs. "Do I really want to involve her in my life?"

"You need someone like her to keep you grounded. She's been with you for ten years and has done more than what you've asked her to do. She likes you, Tony and I know you like her, too. Tell me, imagine if she wasn't in your life. How would that make you feel?" Tony can't answer because he knows the answer. He knows he'd be devastated. "Exactly my point."

"Two hundred and seventy at thirty knots. Holding steady at fifteen thousand feet. You are clear for exfiltration over the drop zone," the pilot informs.

"Time for show business."

The launch door on the bottom of the airplane opens, and Tony doesn't hesitate to jump out of it. You jump off the landing strip and follow him as he zips through the air at a fast pace. The wind whips through your hair, the breeze is nice against your skin, and you're having fun just flying wherever you please to go. 

Tony takes the lead to the Stark Expo, and he lands on the stage with a loud thump. You're more delicate with your entrance, and you slowly lower yourself next to Tony until your feet are planted on the ground.

Tony has to make this event as grand as it can be which means there are fireworks, a very bright light show, dancing girls dressed like Iron Man, and a raging crowd to greet him. Sure, you told everyone you're the Avatar, but they're more interested in the billionaire. Not that you're complaining, you're content with being in the background.

You take a few steps back to let the machines underneath the stage remove Tony's suit for him. The platform he's on is slowly spinning as robotic arms are dismantling his suit. The showgirls continue to dance in the background until the song that's playing is over. They do some big dance number that you couldn't possibly follow, and they leave once their parts are over with. 

The lights dim to focus on you and Tony.

"Tony! Tony! Tony! Tony!" the majority of the crowd yells. 

Your name is being scattered throughout the crowd, but it's mostly for Tony.

"It's good to be back. You missed me?" he chuckles.

"Blow something up!" a man in the crowd screams.

"Blow something up? I already did that," he dismisses him until the crowd dies down. "I'm not saying that the world is enjoying its longest period of uninterrupted peace in years because of us. I'm not saying that from the ashes of captivity, never has a greater phoenix metaphor been personified in human history. I'm not saying that Uncle Sam can kick back on a lawn chair, sipping on an iced tea because I haven't come across anyone who's man enough to go toe-to-toe with us on our best day!"

"It's actually not about us," you chime in. "It's not about you. It's about legacy. It's about what we choose to leave behind for future generations. That's why, for the next year, and for the first time since 1974, the best and brightest men and women of nations and corporations the world over will pool their resources and share their collective vision to leave behind a brighter future."

"She's absolutely right. Therefore, what we're saying, if we're saying anything, is welcome back to the Stark Expo," Tony smiles and the crowd goes wild. "Now, making a special guest appearance from the great beyond to tell you what it's all about, please welcome my father, Howard."

You and Tony leave the stage as the video of Howard starts to play. 

"He looks so young there," you comment after your microphones have been turned off.

"What, you didn't know him like this?"

"I knew him when he was in his twenties. He was bright for his age. He loved inventing."

"Yeah, even more than his own son," Tony scoffs.

"He loved you so much, Tony. Even before you were even an idea. He talked about having children with so much love and admiration. He was a good man. He helped me and Steve become who we are."

"It's nice to know you have fond memories of him," he nods passive-aggressively.

It's clear he doesn't like to talk about his dad a lot, and you don't really understand why. While you were off-planet, he was here building his family. You weren't fortunate in seeing Howard as a parent since you met Tony only a couple of years before his parents died. Tony never liked how Howard parented, but you have a feeling he refuses to see why Howard did what he did.

"I'm sure if he were here, he'd be so proud of you."

Tony doesn't respond to that. He turns away from the screen and pulls out a device that measures his blood toxicity levels. The palladium in the arc reactor is slowly killing him, so he has to check how toxic his blood is every hour. You're working on a cure, but there isn't an acceptable replacement for palladium. The continued use of the Iron Man suit is killing him, and it's very hard to make him see the seriousness of the situation.

Only you know about this because he refuses to tell anyone what's actually happening. He doesn't want anyone to worry about what's going on with him even though they deserve to know. Pepper deserves to know. Even with your vast knowledge of powers and serums, you don't know how you'll be able to fix this one.

If Tony is good at anything, then it's how he throws after-parties once the main one dies down. As soon as the Expo is over, everyone huddles around the front of the building to meet you and Tony. Happy stands in front of you two to carve a path back to the car. Tony stops to sign autographs and take pictures with devoted fans while you keep your head down. You hated your picture being taken in the 1940s and you hate it being taken now.

Pictures are proof you were here.

Happy escorts you to Tony's brand new convertible car while the building's security prevents people from crowding you at the car.

"Very mellow," Tony comments.

"I thought it was going to be worse."

A slim, young woman walks to the car with two men behind her just as you get in the backseat of the car.

"Hi, and you are?" Tony asks as he slides into the front seat.

"Marshal. Pleased to meet you Tony and Y/N."

"I'm sorry, what are you doing here?" you ask.

"Looking for you two," she grins, "and serving subpoenas."

She hands him a piece of paper and he visibly gulps. He hates being handed things, which you never understood.

"Yikes," he mutters. 

"He doesn't like to be handed things. I'll take it," you smile and take the letter she offers. 

"Yeah, I have a peeve," Tony nods. 

"I got it. You two are hereby ordered to appear before the Senate Armed Services Committee tomorrow morning at nine a.m."

"Can I see a badge?"

"You wanna see the badge?" she grins. 

"We'll be there," you interrupt her meaningless flirting. "How far are we from D.C.?"

"Two hundred and fifty miles," Happy answers. 

"We'll be there. Thank you."

Tony turns the car on and takes off toward the highway. It's night right now, but it will be morning by the time you get to D.C.

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[softestqueeen]

need to be closer

pairing: bruce banner x afab!reader

summary: You love your boyfriend Bruce Banner with all of your heart but sometimes you just don‘t feel close enough. So you decide to try something new...

warnings: 18+! MDNI!! nsfw, cockwarming, p in v sex, unprotected sex, short mention of child abuse

a/n: hey, this is my first time writing smut. I hope it isn't too bad but we'll see. I love Bruce Banner and think he is very underated. If you want me to write more with him or have any requests leave a comment! And now: enjoy <3

You and your boyfriend Bruce Banner have been in a relationship for almost four years. Both of you very so grateful for each other and could talk about anything and everything. With Bruce and the other guy communication was always the most important thing.

But what was also very important for the two of you was intimacy. Not just sex but also being close to each other. When you and Bruce first started dating, he realised how touch starved he was. For years he had denied himself almost all kinds of body contact. Occasionally he would shake someone’s hand or on rare occasions Tony would poke him or touch him with his finger while he was teasing him. Until he met you, he never really felt the desire to be touched by anyone.

He was always afraid he would hurt the people he loved, so he never allowed himself to get too close. But you weren’t having any of it. Before you two started dating you would always stay a bit closer to him than appropriate. Your hands brushing when walking next to each other or your thighs touching when you were on the Quinjet, waiting for the next mission to begin or to get back to the compound.

Even the Hulk was drawn to you. Sometimes he would stay out a bit longer to sit with you or talk with you. His vocabulary wasn’t the best, but you always knew what he meant and were touched that he seemed so calm with you. You would lean against him or lay your head on one of his thigs. He would even allow you to calm him down so he would turn into Bruce again.

When the two of you finally started dating after knowing each other for over a year, Bruce realised how touch starved he really was. He wasn’t that keen on PDA but behind closed doors he couldn’t keep his hands off you. When you were out and about it was mostly handholding and kisses on the cheek or hand. However, at home he’d always be touching you in some way. Cuddling, hugging, swaying with you to soft music, even just stolen kisses here and there – he loved and craved all of it. He was especially a big fan of kissing and you’ve often forgotten the time during make out sessions.

You knew Bruce hadn’t had sex in a long time and that was completely fine with you. Hell, even if he never had wanted to sleep with you, you wouldn’t have minded it and would have never judged him for it. But when one day your partner told you shyly and with a deep blush on his cheeks that he was ready, you very overjoyed that he’d share this kind of intimacy with you.

Having sex with Bruce was amazing. Mostly he’d take his time with you and make love to you. Slowly bringing you waves of pleasure and giving you orgasm after orgasm. He often showed you how much he loved you with more than words, worshipping your body (and especially your pussy) for hours on end. Occasionally he even would fuck you a bit rougher, because it drove him feral to see the effect, he had on you. He would never hurt you though, still carrying the trauma from his parents. Which is also a reason why he needs to prove to you how much he loves you and how much you mean to him.

You were currently on the sofa, laying on your back, propped up against a few fluffy pillows. On top of you with his head on your chest, your boyfriend, looking as peaceful as ever. One of your hands in his hair, playing with it in the way you know he loves, in the other hand an open book, which you were currently reading aloud.

Both of you needed to be close to each other. But sometimes you just need to be closer to the scientist. Sex only gave you so much time spent in one another. You had often thought about what it would be like to just stay with him inside of you, him filling you up while you were warming his cock. Due to the other guy, he was definitely above average and felt incredible inside of you – doesn’t matter which hole he is currently filling up.

You stopped talking and put the book on the table next to the sofa. Bruce looked up at you with a puzzled expression. “What’s wrong, love?”, he asked with furrowed brows. You sat up and forced him to do the same, he was not able to lay on top of you when you were sitting up.

He was looking et you expectantly, waiting for you to explain your strange behaviour. You leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Bruce, I want to try something new.”, you confessed, wringing your hands. Observant as he is he immediately notices it and took your soft hands into his callous ones.

He looked a bit nervous himself but agreed to try something with you. Quickly climbing into his lap you started kissing him slowly, pulling moans and whimpers out of the man beneath you. Before things got too heated you suggested going to the bedroom. Of course, Bruce could already tell in which direction your ‘idea’ would go, but he was sure that whatever it is he would try it. For you.

In the bedroom, you started to undress yourself before helping your boyfriend out of his clothes. At this point you were only wearing your knickers and bra and he only his boxer briefs. You started kissing him again, first slowly but then with more heat. Suddenly hands were everywhere, exploring like it was the first time, even though you knew exactly what the other felt like.

Pushing him slowly towards the bed until the backs of his legs hit the bed, you told him what to do. He laid down on your shared bed and you straddle him, caging his hips between your legs. You leaned over him and started kissing him again. When both of you pulled away to get some oxygen into your lungs, you started to speak up. “I wanted to try this for some time now. I love our relationship and I love you but sometimes I feel the need to be closer to you. I just need to really feel you. Not just for the short time while having sex.”

For a moment Bruce wasn’t sure what to say. He knew exactly what you meant, because he felt the same. His naturally shy nature kept him from speaking up to you, not wanting to hurt your feelings or offend you. Now that he knew you felt the same, he was extremely relieved, knowing he could now tell you.

While he was thinking about what you said, you tensed up a bit. Bruce noticed it the second it happened and started drawing lazy circles with his hands that were currently resting on your waist, making you relax again. “I know that feeling love, believe me, but what do you want to try with me?”

You got up again and quickly rid yourself of the rest of your clothes, urging him to do the same before straddling him again. Bruce’ erection was growing by the minute, being aroused by watching your body on top of him.

You bent down again and kissed him. Slowly your lips were moving together, eventually letting your tongue explore the scientist's mouth. You pulled away, looking into his eyes, asking silently for his consent. He knew that expression on your face and nodded without hesitation.

You sat up and aligned your already wet hole with his cock. Slowly, inch by inch, you sank down on him. Both of you letting throaty whimpers and silent moans slip through. Once your fully settled on his cock, you didn’t start moving like you normally would. You had closed your eyes and just bathed in the feeling for a bit.

However, when you felt Bruces dick throbbing and twitching inside of your cunt, you were almost tempted to throw your actual plans out the window and fuck him right there. But you stayed strong.

You started to lean forward until you were chest to chest with your boyfriend. You put your head in the crook of his neck, after placing a few kisses across his jawline. After you hugged his neck, he put his arms around your back so you were caged in by his strong arms.

“And what exactly did you want to try now, my love?”, Bruce wanted to know after a few beats of silence. A soft chuckle escaped your lips before you could answer. “This. I just heard about this and loved the idea of being so close to you. I always feel closest to you when you’re inside of me so I thought I could try to warm your cock, loverboy.” Bruce could hear the grin you were wearing, but he could also hear some hesitation. “Is this alright with you? You know that if you ever feel uncomfortable you just have to say the word and I’ll stop.”, you added.

“Honestly, I’m- I’m really comfy right now. This feels incredible, darling.” You lifted your head a bit so could look into his eyes. You saw nothing but sincerity in them.

You leaned down to kiss him and Bruce immediately deepened the kiss, exploring your mouth with his tongue. It felt otherworldly, he kissed you slow and passionate. Though you pulled away when you felt his dick twitching inside of you.

“’m sorry.”, he apologised without really meaning it. Having to stifle a giggle you told him, “No need to be sorry, darling.”

You don’t know how long the two of you stayed intertwined like this. It could have been fifteen minutes but it could also have been three hours, just enjoying to be so close to each other and to be able to share this kind of intimacy with the person you loved the most. Bathing in each other’s company and just feeling.

At some point though, both of you became a bit restless.

You looked each other in the eyes and you knew exactly what you had to do. You sat up again, Bruces cock still nestled firmly inside of you. At this change of position he moved his hands to grip your hips and to help you move over his length. You started riding him, first slowly and then starting to speed up.

You filled the room with moans and whimpers that were getting louder and louder by the second, even a few highly erotic grunts could be heard from your boyfriend. The only other noise that could be heard, was skin slapping against skin. You couldn’t even start to explain how fucking incredible it felt to finally get relief after edging yourself for what felt like an eternity.

Not a single word could be heard, only the results of your love making. When you felt that both of you were close, you sped up and leaned down to kiss him. You drank in the moans that were coming out of his mouth with your own and he returned the favour.

When you reached your high, you felt like your soul left you had died and gone to heaven. For a moment everything went black, the only thing you could see where stars. From the expression on his face you could tell that your boyfriend wasn’t any less affected by his high. He filled you with ropes of his cum, draining his balls.

Everything was almost too much. Almost.

After a few moments Bruce lifted you from his lap, the sudden emptiness threatening to overwhelm you. He laid you on top of him, chest to chest, hugging you close to him.

“That was truly amazing, my love. We should definitely do this more often.”, he told you. Placing a kiss on his chest before you answered, “I agree, that was something out of this world.”

He rolled you off of him and got up. You looked at him with a puzzled expression, hurt being etched on your face but you remained silent, wanting to wait for what he was up to. Bruce disappeared into the bathroom and reappeared a moment later with a damp washcloth. He cleaned you up with soft and gentle movements, almost like he was afraid to hurt you. Putting the cloth on your bedside table he took one of his boxers out of his closet and helped you into it before dressing in one of them himself.

He joined you again, opening his arms. You gladly accepted his invitation and cuddled into him. He placed a soft kiss onto your forehead before draping the blanket over your tangled bodies.

He sighed contently. “I love you so much, darling.”, he whispered, so soft that you would have overheard it, if you weren’t laying so close to him.

You answered him, already on the verge of falling asleep, “I love you too, Bruce.”

a/n: I hope you liked it, please leave notes, feedback is always appreciated <3 you can request fics, if you want to!

[anxiousnerdwritings]

I've never stopped gushing over your super dad post where his baby has wings, and I'm just going crazy over the thought of yandad Bruce Banner with avian/bird person/winged bby. Cause just the symbolism of a delicate winged person and the hulk, how soft and easily crushable they are and how unfathomably strong the hulk is, how afraid Bruce would be to hurt them while still being totally obsessed in the most gentle way possible

I love this so much, anon, you have no idea!

First things first, I can’t help but love the image of the winged!darling perched on the Hulk’s shoulder. Like, the Hulk would absolutely adore having them sit, lay, stand or even just drape themself on his shoulders. He’d get so sulky and jealous if their darling were to do that with anyone else, even if it’s not exactly in the same manner as it is with him he’d still have a problem with it.

I like the idea that winged!Reader first meets Bruce while he’s in his Hulk form, probably fighting something or at least on a destructive rampage. He tries to attack them only for them to touch him so gently and gingerly, speaking to him so calmly and softly that it halts any action he was going to take. Maybe it even causes the big guy to back down leaving room for Bruce to take over again and once he does he’s greeted with the sight of what he believes is an angel.

Bruce would very much view winged!Reader as an angel or something completely ethereal and pure. Something he’s not deserving of being in the presence of. Meanwhile, Hulk sees them as something oh so fragile and vulnerable, in need of protecting and fending for (even if they are powerful in their own right). Bruce is utterly terrified by the thought of Hulk trying to touch winged!Reader and boy does he try to, especially the Reader’s wings. Hulk is fascinated by them, he finds them captivating and he desperately wants to stroke them, to know what they feel like.

Bruce would really grow obsessed with the Reader if they weren’t fearful of him, treating him like some time bomb about to go off. He’d really be drawn to how graceful and gentle they are, especially in how they interact with him and the Hulk. When they touch him or are just anywhere near him he can’t help but feel light and airy, like a weight has been lifted off of him. It’s something he’s not use to, something he’s never experienced before and it’s addictive. They make him feel calm and at peace but that may just be his own mind given that he’s under the impression that they’re in fact an angel or something of the sort and it’s feeding into that concept.

If anything were to happen to their winged!darling, any harm, even if it’s the smallest injury or god forbid their death, Bruce and the Hulk would absolutely lose their damn minds and go berserk. Anyone or anything in their vicinity would be decimated in the carnage caused by their rage and grief. Nothing would be able to stop the Hulk and anything/anyone that tries is in for a rude awakening. The most precious thing to both of them, their most treasured person has been hurt or worse, it may as well have been an all out attack on them and they’re going to retaliate worse than ever before.

Oh god, the thought of Hulk cradling the lifeless body of their precious darling while surrounded by the chaos and carnage of everything he’s destroyed around him. Especially if he were the one who ended up killing their own darling, whether by accident or through mind control. He and Bruce wouldn’t be able to take it. How could they possibly go on without their precious bby? Especially if they perished by the hands of the very ones who promised to protect them at all costs. Bruce wouldn’t be able to forgive the Hulk or himself, meanwhile the Hulk wouldn’t be able to forgive himself either. I don’t think they’d ever be able to bounce back from this or that they would ever even want to.

[sorcharavenlock]

31. Big Ass Avenger.

The Winchesters settle in nicely with Kitty, who keeps me regularly updated. There is plenty to do for them, they certainly don't get the chance to be bored!

I continue with my writing, and Loki keeps himself busy with his hobbies: playing guitar, checking his social media, reading and taking Fenrir for walks.

Then I get a DM from Nea. Her friend 'Webhead' has contacted her, and wants to meet up! He warns her he's bringing a friend who can help.

"He's running late," I say to Nea.

"Who do you think the friend is?" Kitty asks.

"let me send him another DM, see what's taking so long," Nea whips out her phone.

"Maybe it's Thor himself, wouldn't that be exciting?" Kitty smiled.

"Oh yes, I'm practically beside myself, how will I ever contain my joy?" Loki replies sarcastically.

"Be nice," I murmur at him.

"My apologies. Either it is no one important and we're back to square one, or it is truly one of the Avengers, neither of whom I'm eager to get reacquainted with," Loki explains to Kitty.

None of us notices the young man who walks into the coffee shop.

He stands still and looks around, obviously looking for someone.

"Hey Nea, could that be your friend?" I ask.

"Peter?" Nea waves him over and he sits down with us.

"Hi! Yeah, so I'm 'Webhead', but my real name is Peter. Peter Parker. And you must be Nea, Kitty, Marianna... and... and Loki's ghost. Sure. Because life isn't already weird enough." Peter introduces himself.

"It's a temporary situation!" Loki is quick to point out.

"We are trying to help Loki get in touch with his brother, Thor," I explain. "We had hoped you might be able to help with that since you've been able to get up close with the Avengers a few times."

"Up close? Yeah, you could say that," Peter mutters.

"I don't know Thor very well. I met him once or twice, but I'm not exactly on his BFF list. I'm friends with someone who is though.

He'll be here soon, he's just parking the jeep. He wanted to see for himself whether this was for real or a prank. But seeing Loki is actually here, if not a bit see-through, I'm sure he'll help you."

Before the waitress can take our order, the door opens again.

"Oh, I should have probably warned you!" Peter realises. "I can assure you, he's nicer then he looks!"

Half of our group jumps out of their seat.

"WTF! Is that the Incredible Hulk!" Nea blurts out in surprise.

"It's alright, I know Bruce. He won't harm you." Loki reassured Kitty.

We all sit down again.

"WTF? WTF WTF WTF?" Nea thinks as Bruce sits down next to her.

"Do'nt worry, I've got the Big guy under control," Bruce reassures us. "I won't start smashing up the place."

"Loki," Bruce greets Loki wearily. "How are you these days?"

"I have been better," Loki admits.

"I can see that," Bruce agrees.

"So you are trying to contact Thor. I suppose I do'nt have to ask why. Thor left with Peter Quill and some of the others after the whole Thanos thing.

I have a way to contact them, but only in emergencies. I wanted to see what was going on with my own eyes first, it was hard to believe three random ladies would know anything about Loki. Especially since I last heard you were dead."

"this time, I am," Loki admits. "For now anyway.

I have spoken to our mother's spirit and she believes I can be restored to life. She also believes it is important I contact Thor.

Can you help us with that?"

"Yeah okay, this seems emergency enough. But it might take a while, he's not exactly nearby right now."

"How do you know the Hulk?" Nea asks Peter. "And how do you get all these amazing pictures?"

"Let's say I am in a unique position to take them," Peter winks. "it's as easy as taking selfies."

"Wait.... what???????" Nea nearly chokes on her coffee. Slowly the penny drops. "Hey, that's cheating, I'm sure of it!"

"You think you might be able to return to life? How?" Bruce asks curiously.

"I'm not sure yet," loki admits. "We're still trying to work that part out. Right now, I'm open to any suggestions."

Bruce hesitates for a moment.

"I own a beach house in Sulani, it's nice and quiet there. Local legend speaks of healing waters that are rumoured to cure anything, possibly even death."

"It's a good a lead as any," Loki shrugs.

"I'm not promising anything, I haven't been able to find it. But come to Sulani, and we'll look for it together!"

"Yay!" Peter and Kitty cheer at the same time. "beach holiday!"

[blowflyfag]

WRESTLING FURY: June 1989

OWEN HART BLAZES INTO THE WWF

Possibly a warning heralded too late but, beware World Wrestling Federation gladiators! He’s tried the rest, now he’ll take on the best. Just when you though professional wrestling an out of surprises, a pleasant breath of fresh talent has ventured down from the foothills of Western Canada to the highly publicized, mega-marketed wrestling organization operated by Vince McMahon, Jr. and based in Stamford, Connecticut. 

Although he has been touring the pro mat circuits for less than five years, many veterans of the grappling game already hail him as one of the best technicians ever to step into the ring. One former National Wrestling Alliance heavyweight champion has gone as far as comparing The Blue Blazer to the great Lou Thesz.

No matter how his performances are assessed, spectacular and superb are usually the first two words used to describe the moves he puts on his opponents. Even under a mask and fancy robes, the true identity of The Blue Blazer can’t be hidden. Owen Hart, of the famous wrestling Hart family from Calgary, Alberta, Canada already has gained a legion of faithful followers in the United States, hoping he’ll get a crack at the prestigious title belts recognized by the WWF. 

There’s no way the so-called brain trust of the WWF could have kept the Blazer’s identity a secret. The technical holds and acrobatic maneuvers executed with such perfection could only be administered by the youngest of the wrestling Hart brothers. 

[Owen was the North American Heavyweight champ in his native Canada.]

Before signing on with the WWF, Owen Hart was already recognized worldwide as a wrestling superstar. Some of his most exciting ring encounters took place in Japan. The style of wrestling in the Orient is much like that in Western Canada and the Japanese fans quickly grew to admire the young Hart, always more than anxious for his next return. 

The winning attitude that has enveloped Owen is due to having built-in-trainers. Keith, Bruce and Bret “The Hit Man” Hart, along with brothers-in-law Jim “The Anvil” Neidhart and Davey Boy Smith, have instructed Own from their years of experience on the ins and outs of what will not work to a wrestler’s advantage while in the ring. 

Owen’s father, former wrestling expert Stu Hart, who took on everyone from Gene Kinski to Joe Louis, has overseen his son’s entry in the limelight of the sport and is quite pleased with his progression. When asked by a fan as to when Owen would return to action in the Stampede Wrestling rings, Stu prideful replied, “Unfortunately he will not be available to us in the foreseeable future. I have tremendous respect for Owen, not only as a wrestler but as a son, a young man of whom I am extremely proud. I feel very strongly in my heart that Owen can make the same contribution to wrestling that Wayne Gretzky has made to hockey. To my way of thinking, if you can pardon my saying so, he is simply the best that there is in the game, both in and out of the ring.”

[As the Blue Blazer, Hart far outclasses most of the competition. (photo by Brown)]

With one highlight after another in Japan and Canada, where he held the North American heavyweight title several times, Owen Hart literally wrote his own ticket to the promotion that would financially satisfy him the most. When you are the best in the sport from a promoter’s and fans’ viewpoint, it is better to have the talented athlete on your team rather than opposing it. And, that’s exactly what the WWF did. Instead of letting the NWA or AWA get his name on a contract, the WWF recognized the endless amount of talent Owen Hart possesses and proceeded to add him to their ever-growing parade of stars. 

The question asked by fans throughout North America is why the mask? Perhaps the WWF hierarchy was afraid the young Canadian would outshine their number one superstars, such as Randy Savage and Hulk Hogan. Would Owen put either Hogan or Savage in the position that the fans would demand a showdown between the two? In Hogan’s case it wouldn’t be a great surprise how that confrontation would conclude. One is a wrestler known as an exciting ring tactician and one has been labeled a living cartoon. 

Thus far as the Blue Blazer, Owen’s abilities seem to have been toned down in the Federation. The majority of the Blazer’s matches fall into the preliminary category, usually the opening contest against the likes of men such as Steve Lombardi and Barry Horrowitz. Both Lombardi and Horowitz are well qualified to be labeled wrestlers and have always given their challengers a tiresome time in the ring. However, they aren’t in the same ballpark as Randy Savage or Jim Duggan as far as drawing large crowds to the arenas are concerned. 

[Here’s a look at a flying head butt done Owen Hart Style.]

The Blazer’s ring performance resembled the way the British Bulldog marched into the WWF five years back. Davey Boy Smith and Dynamite Kid plainly and simply outclassed and nearly embarrassed those who stepped onto the canvas against them. They made all the other so-called WWF athletes look effective. When the Blue Blazer entered the scene, the same scenario arose again. 

The mask, artificial identity and the fact of being delegated to preliminary mat action appears to have taken their roll on Owen Hart. This past Thanksgiving, as the Blue Blazer, he was caught off guardian submitted to Greg Valentine’s figure -four leg lock. Perhaps that unusual ending to his participation in the Survivor Series match should be taken as a signal that they (the WWF) may be destroying the confidence of wrestling’s newest hero. It was also during this exciting event that Owen suffered another injury that will prevent him from wrestling for a short time. 

Never quite a number one contender in the Federation but a man known to give you the fight of your life, “Iron” Mike Sharpe recently stated, “The best offense is a good defense when squaring off against the Blue Blazer. The suplexes, sunset flips and dives off the top ropes he does are incredible. His moves are carried out flawlessly. The Blazer is a thinking man’s wrestler.” He continued by saying, “He has to be careful when dazzling his challengers, the chances he takes in the ring are too risky to end in injury, if his mind wandered. Believe me, the Blue Blazer has all the ingredients to soon be the #1 contender for the Inter-Continental and Heavyweight championships.”

Will he or won’t he, hidden under a hood as the Blue Blazer, combine forces with his brother “The Hit Man” to pursue the WWF Tag Team champions? Should Jim Neidhart graciously step aside and give his blessings on the brothers to unite their wrestling energies, having the title belts put around their waists? That would be a mere technicality waiting to happen. 

[These aerial maneuvers are what makes Owen so great. (photo by Brown)]

It’s generally accepted by fans, promoters and wrestlers themselves that Bret and Owen are the two most best all-around wrestlers in the support of wrestling today. It’s almost a certainty that should the Hart Brothers be put in the same ring as Demolition, The Rougeaus or The Powers of Pain, record gate receipts will be achieved. The Harts aren't the largest or most muscular pair in the WWF, just the best schooled wrestlers on the group’s roster. 

In singles competition, just think of the Blue Blazer getting the opportunity to renew his feud with the Honky Tonk Man from their days when they both worked out of Calgary. When turned to Bad News Brown, the Blue Blazer is capable of knocking Harlem, New York’s wrestling thug down a couple of notches in the rankings. Without the mask on, in Canadian towns such as Edmonton, Camrose and Winnipeg, Owen Hart convincingly handed Brown pinning defeats. 

[Owen and his finance Martha have been doing some modeling in Canada

Owen’s body is rock solid perfect. ]

When battling world class competitors as Makkhan Singh, “Strangler” Steve DiAlvo and Comrade Jerry Morrow, as an athlete, Owen became a better professional. Stampede Wrestling out of Calgary has always been over stuffed with talented wrestlers who rely on their athletic ability to advance their career, not gimmicks to get them the necessary push to main event status. 

Biff Ellington, Johnny Smith, Chris Beneoit and Goldie Rogers are just a handful of respected grapplers that, along with Owen, have put Calgary on the international wrestling map of excellence. 

As the Blue Blazer in the WWF, Owen Hart isn’t asking for anything he isn’t deserving of. When the time comes and the Blazer is able to spread his wrestling wings, his ring actions will lead to many to say “I told you so.” Owen Hart has proven he is a winner, a dedicated professional and an all-around class act. After all, his wrestling roots are second to none. 

[iholli]

I would absolutely love to hear about your faves 👀 Tell me everything you know 👀👀👀👀

AAAAAAVUYCDTIGCTUGCH YOU'RE A GEM THANK U FOR THIS 😭😭😭💚

this is super long bc I'm Completely Normal abt J'onn lmao whoops 😂

omfg where do I start. FIRST THINGS FIRST. HE. MY BELOVED. J'onn J'onzz, the Martian Manhunter, my favorite favorite of all time. no really it's coming up on 8 years and I still love him sm 😭 my one braincell may wander off to new fixations but I always circle back around to him sooner or later.

I have like 4747058 images of him ofc but these are SO good bc they tell a lot about him ??? he's cute, he's silly, he's dramatic, he's sassy, he's the heart of the Justice League twenty times over despite DC refusing to give him any time to shine (I'm going to fight them with my bare hands for that).

I've never posted this but it's been in my drafts for ever so I'll throw it in here 😂 I have so many thoughts about him omg

ALSO I have a whole thing analyzing J'onn's moral compass & development through Justice League Animated, Unlimited, and some of the comics a while back so there's tHAT WHICH,,, was super good imo 👏

uuuuughghghghh I could talk about him forever 😭💚

When it comes to people Superman wouldn't want to fight, J'onn is top of that list, that's canon. He's OP as FUCK. He has most if not all Clark's powers, shapeshifting, intangibility, invisibility, phasing, telepathy, seriously his powers seem to never end ??? But he's terribly underutilized :") like I get it but come on DC,,,

J'onn is addicted to Oreos. no, really. in MM 98 issue 24 Blue Beetle and Booster Gold have this Super Funny Idea to hide all the Oreos from J'onn, and you gotta applaud the dedication to the prank bc they literally went out and bought ALL the Oreos from the ENTIRE vicinity of the JL Embassy building. J'onn proceeds to Hulk out and tear up half the city chasing them for it. It's revealed by Batman that Martians can get addicted to Oreos. At the end of the issue it turns out this is just a story J'onn is telling Diana but... he winks and asks if she's got any cookies, so it's up for debate if it's really just a story [I think there's some truth to it. bc it's very funny.]. And the Oreo thing comes up many times in many places including JLTAS 😂

He also likes sweet things in general !! he canonically drinks coffee with a TON of sugary shit to take off the bitter taste. I also made the hc that was the case for him just days before reading it in MM Identity and I'm very real for that 👏

J'onn is a cat person. One of his aliases is even an Italian street cat named Tommaso. And he has an orange cat named Double Stuff,,, of course 😂

however,,, he's totally a dragon nerd, he knows everything about dragons, he likes reptiles in general but dragons are his fav. He shapeshifts into draconic creatures all the time and he talks many times abt a specific species of moon nesting dragon called quonars. He also telepathically connected with an iguana once and it was a wholesome experience 🥺

J'onn lives in Colorado, in a suburb named Middleton, which is actually the name of a real ghost town! it's interesting that Denver is his preferred climate bc you can assume Mars was similar 👀

He is THE sass master. He goes toe to toe with Batman constantly. One of these days I'll just make a list of every sassy line he delivers in JLTAS but I think that would be a whole book by itself. There's a video of sassy moments from Batman: The Brave and the Bold that I watch 400 times a week. One of my favorite comic sass moments is when Batman expresses his annoyance at J'onn for leaving on the middle of an important meeting, which J'onn happily counters with a "you're so right, it would look bad on the League if someone just vanished at random all the time, huh Batman :)." he then also takes a crack at Bruce's lack of people skills. iconic.

He's also a silly little guy. The Batman 2007? J'onn OWNS the noir detective role, down to the cheesy old fashioned music. He also has like, a whole list of quotes he's just waiting to use when the time is right. He waited years to say "You're probably wondering why I've called you all here today." love him fr

J'onn is canonically kind of an adrenaline junkie. He loves driving, particularly an 87 Chevy Impala which he affectionately says "vibrates like a Chihuahua with a head cold." He once physically linked with an entire damaged spaceship to steer it out of danger and got carried away bc he was just having fun. He also said it was similar to the video games he plays with GL-- so he's canonically a gamer, too 😂👏

I 100% believe he's got anxiety or at LEAST separation anxiety [and that may be the case for the entire Martian race]. I already thought as much but then JLU issue 24 kinda confirmed it and it was devastating :") the League is taken over by Starro, J'onn is the only one who dodges the attack and he's left to fight his teammates which. is already awful for him. and it triggers flashbacks to a time on Mars when he was separated from his family in a nasty sandstorm. J'onn went pretty much feral with panic until he broke down and then forced himself to calm down enough to think of a plan. Meanwhile back with the League he's frantically trying not to panic again bc, while fire is a Martian's greatest weakness, "being alone is a Martian's greatest fear." I cried the whole time I read that issue and then I bought a copy LMAO. can DC stop putting him through the PTSD wringer for five seconds thanks

One short comic run J'onn spends the whole time being chased by the Martian god of fire, H'ronmeer, bc it turns out he was psychically keeping the souls of the entire Martian population tethered to the mortal realm. he's super powerful and HE'S GOING THROUGH IT. ALL THE TIME.

I don't have the context for either happenstance at this time, but J'onn has been both a Black and a White Lantern in comics. I have no idea what any of it means, either, I just know it's happened. I'll get there eventually. maybe. [I think he's dead for the Black Lantern thing so...probably...not...]

^^^ this is up there with the whole "J'onn was actually an advance agent for the invading Martian species but rather than let them use him as a weapon he essentially committed suicide after fighting the whole Justice League [beat them easily, it wasn't even a competition] and somehow this split his consciousness into like 4 different people" of comic runs that I really don't want to read [even though I own this one] :") help

I don't know what it is about forcefields but his brain just shuts off when he gets near one fr. Multiple times when there's a forcefield, EVEN IF HE KNOWS IT'S THERE, J'onn just yeets headfirst into it. He's just generally super impulsive tho ??? This guy is constantly jumping into action without a moment's thought. pls stop handing off the braincell to absolutely no one when there's danger, J'onn [he does not actually have the braincell at any given time. only Bruce has it. occasionally].

He totally enjoys starting shit. J'onn is Here for teammate drama. He once gave Batman absolutely what for and called him immature just bc J'onn was annoyed with his attitude. He sends people on League missions that will either bring out complete drama or make them find common ground. Though he says the contrary, J'onn is absolutely in the background of every team squabble with popcorn like Thor watching Tony and Cap argue. "You're all so petty. And tiny."

J'onn's name means "light to the light" and it's so poetic 😭😭 of COURSE he's the heart of the League. akdjfndckdnxkd

I'm going to stop there bc I could go on forever but I've held this ask hostage in my drafts long enough 😂😂 ENJOY THE RAMBLING THANK U FOR SENDING THIS ASK AAAA 💙

[chrisbitchtree]

Everyone Say Thank You to Daddy Wade!

When Mobius's admittedly pathetic attempts at flirting fail, he resorts to letting Wade trick Loki into making a move!

Lokius - NSFW - 4.5k

***

With one last glance at Loki, Mobius turned the corner onto Wade’s street, picking up his pace, eager to escape the late November cold. It looked like it’d been raining, but it seemed to have stopped, leaving only a bunch of puddles and grey clouds behind. Mobius was thankful, since he couldn’t find his umbrella before leaving, and Loki had started to complain that Mobius was taking too long and was going to make him late to meet up with Thor.

That was one of Mobius’s favourite things about the new chapter of the TVA. The fact that with the newfound freedom to use his magic (by his own decree, his first, as co-director of the TVA with Mobius), he’d been able to use it to locate and reconcile with his brother. It had taken time, a whole lot of it, but now Loki and Thor were closer than they’d ever been before. Just thinking about it brought a smile to Mobius’s face.

Now that the two were thicker than thieves, they were spending a lot of time together, both alone, and frequently with Mobius and Thor’s boyfriend recently turned fiancé, Bruce. Loki had been shocked when Thor had announced that he was dating The Hulk of all people, telling Mobius privately that he couldn’t understand what the two saw in each other, but Mobius thought their relationship was sweet. They really seemed to balance each other out. Just like Mobius and Loki.

Not that Mobius and Loki were a couple, much to Mobius’s dismay. He wanted the man with every fibre of his being, wanted to kiss him and hold him, fuck him, court him, marry him. Not even his desire to own a jet ski outweighed how much he wanted Loki.

He’d tried his best to make his feelings known to the god, but he was a terrible flirt, so usually his come-ons either went unnoticed, or were brushed off as a joke. Mobius sighed, shoving his hands deeper in his pockets and walking the last couple blocks to Wade’s apartment.

Mobius has never actually intended to befriend Wade Wilson, and on paper, they were a bad match. Wade was rude and gross, his home and his life a mess, and the way he flirted with anything on two legs, and honestly, more than once that Mobius had seen, things on four legs, but somehow their friendship worked. They’d met at a party at Thor and Bruce’s, and had gotten to talking, finding common ground in their love of power ballads, video games, and surprisingly enough, tea, and had been meeting up to hang out when they could find the time since.

So, when Loki had told Mobius he was heading to New York to go suit shopping for Thor’s wedding, where Loki would serve as best man, Mobius had decided to tag along and go visit Wade, who’d told Mobius he had a new rooibos tea he wanted him to try.

He rang the buzzer for Wade’s apartment in his new building, and after a minute, the speaker crackled to life.

“What the hell do you want? If you’re selling something, we don’t want it. Unless it’s girl scout cookies, and only if it’s thin mints.”

Mobius smiled at the sound of Blind Al’s voice. “Hi, Al. It’s Mobius. Can I come in? Wade’s expecting me.”

She didn’t reply, but she did buzz him in, so that was something.

As he waited for the elevator, a flyer tacked to the bulletin board next to it caught eye. It advertised the knitting circle that Wade had talked about starting and had apparently finally gotten around to. It was supposed to be for residents only, but he’d invited Mobius, telling him he should bring Loki along. The flyer stated that the first meeting was in two weeks. He opened his phone and as he rode the elevator, he entered the details in his calendar, wondering what it would take to actually get Loki to come with him.

The elevator opened on the 10th floor and Mobius stepped out, knocking on the first door on the right.

“I’m finishing up on the shitter, but it’s open!” shouted Wade, much to the dismay of both Mobius and the woman fumbling with her keys and a bag of groceries three doors down. She gave him a startled look that he pretended not to see, quickly stepping through the door and shutting it behind him.

“There’s my favourite silver fox!” Wade grinned, stepping out of the bathroom and grabbing Mobius’s shoulder’s giving him a big, smacking kiss on the cheek as Mobius slid his coat off his shoulders.

“Wade,” Mobius replied, ducking his head. Feeling a blush beginning to creep its way onto his face, Mobius busied himself with grabbing a hanger from the hall closet and hanging up his coat and scarf. Before he’d made friends with Wade, no one had ever really flirted with Mobius, and all this positive attention still made him slightly uneasy.

Wade would wink, or pinch Mobius’s ass, he’d tell him how hot his moustache, or greying hair, or belly were, but he also knew that Wade was like that with everyone, so even if it did make him blush, he was fine with it, because he knew it was probably just a reflex for the other man at this point. See human, spew flirty comments.

“Make yourself at home, Moby. Preferably in my bed. I’m just putting the water on for the tea. I’ll be back in a minute.” Wade called, as he walked down the short hallway to the kitchen.

Mobius ignored the comment about Wade’s bed and settled into the couch, next to Blind Al, who had a book balanced in her lap as she ran the fingers of one hand over the braille and held a bottle of beer with the other.

They sat in silence as her fingers glided over the bumps so fast that Mobius wasn’t sure how she could even be absorbing the words, until Wade’s shouting broke through.

“Do you want a cup of tea, Al?”

“Do you think this one would taste good with PBR?”

There was a beat of silence, and Al returned to her reading before Wade replied. “I’m not sure. No, time like the present to find out though!”

With that, he re-entered the living room with a tray containing a teapot, three mugs with spoons, cream and sugar, and a platter of assorted cookies, biscuits, and jams. For a guy who Mobius had once seen with his own eyes eat, according to Wade himself, three-day old pizza from a box on his living room floor, he sure put together a nice tea party spread.

Wade set the tray down on the coffee table before turning on his Switch and grabbing the controllers. He walked back over to the couch, wedging himself into the frankly too small space between Mobius and Al, and started to pour the tea into the trio of cups. He slid the can of PBR out of Al’s hand and poured the remainder into her mug along with the tea before handing it back to her and grabbing a biscuit that he proceeded to slather in jam.

“This is awful, Wade,” Al said, a look of disgust on her face, but it didn’t stop her from taking another sip.

Mobius tried a sip of his. He personally thought it was delicious, but he also hadn’t cut his with cheap beer. Grabbing a chocolate dipped cookie, he settled back into the cushions as Wade started up Animal Crossing.

When Loki had once asked what kind of video games he and Wade played together, he mentioned GTA and Call of Duty, but the truth was that while yes, they had played both of those, they spent most of their time together working on Wade’s Animal Crossing island, taking turns planting flowers, redesigning his home, fishing, and trying to get rid of his most hated villagers. It was their (and Al’s) little secret.

They spent the better part of an hour and a half sipping their tea, picking at the cookies, and selling crops at Nook’s Cranny, and were headed to the Able Sisters’ so Mobius could give Wade his opinion on some items that were new to the shop, when Wade brought up his favourite topic of conversation, Mobius and Loki’s relationship, or lack thereof.

“You know that pathetic little meow meow has the hots for you, Moby.”

Now, Mobius knew he could play ignorant, pretend he had no clue what Wade was talking about, but that would only buy him an extra minute or two, so he took the bait.

“Shut up, Wade. We’ve been through this. He’s not into me.”

Wade laughed. “Then why the fuck does everything about him scream otherwise?”

Mobius tried to protest again, but Wade cut him off. “We’ve been through this a million times, so I’ll just cut to the chase this time. The way he clings to you like he’s scared that you’ll disappear. The way that as far as he’s concerned, everyone else ceases to exist the second you walk into a room. That weird, overly large smile that he only whips out for you. The “fuck me” eyes he’s always giving you. The fact that he never laughs at my jokes, but when you say something mildly funny, he acts like it’s the most hilarious thing he’s ever heard. Any of that ring a bell?”

Mobius shook his head. “Have you ever considered that he doesn’t laugh at your jokes because they’re not funny, Wade?” That wasn’t true, and Wade knew it, but he still needed to take the other man down a peg sometimes.

 Wade clutched at his chest, over his heart. “Oh, how you wound me, Moby. And yet, daddy Wade is still willing to help you get yo man.”

“I’ve told you before. I’m not calling you daddy Wade.”

“Fine then, what about daddy Deadpool?”

“Still no.”

“Can I call daddy Moby?”

Mobius sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to shoo away the headache currently brewing behind his eyes. He had no clue why he kept this friendship with Wade up. No, that wasn’t true. He did know. It was the massive collection of teas, and the fact that under his incredibly weird exterior, he actually had a heart of gold and would do anything to help his friends.

“Is daddy Moby staying for dinner? I hope so because I already took out porkchops to defrost.”

Mobius shook his head. “Sorry, but I can’t. Loki wants to make me some kind of pasta dish for dinner.”

“And you say that man doesn’t love you. Cooking for someone is the surest sign of true love!”

“Wade,” Al said, setting down her book. “Don’t forget your matchmaking plan. We worked hard on this. It can’t go to waste.”

Oh, great, apparently Wade was discussing his pathetic, non-existent love life even when Mobius wasn’t around.

“Right!” Wade replied, throwing an arm over Mobius’s shoulder. “So, hottie long legs is the jealous type, right?”

Mobius couldn’t deny that. Loki had a jealous streak three thousand miles long. “Yes? Where is this going?”

“Well, what Al and I were thinking was we just have to get your pal Loki to catch me flirting with you. He won’t be able to resist staking his claim like a cat pissing to mark its territory. Mobius had his doubts, but really, what could it hurt to try?

“Sure,” he said, hesitantly.

They were just finishing up at the Able Sisters’ when Mobius’s phone started to ring. Loki. He accepted the call, and barely had a chance to say hello before Wade was yanking the phone out of his hand.

“Hello, Mr. Laufeyson, Al and I are holding Moby hostage. If you want him back, you’ll have to come get him.”

Mobius could hear shouting from the other end of the line but couldn’t make out Loki’s words.

“Perfect,” Wade replied once there was silence. “Now we wait.”

***

Loki dug his nails into the palms of his hands, stopping just short of having a full on freakout on a street corner in Queens, as he waited for the light to change so he could cross. Before splitting up, the two had decided that they would meet at Thor and Bruce’s since they’d arrived much closer to Mobius’s destination. It had only seemed fair.

But now, Wade Wilson was insisting that Loki fetch Mobius at his apartment, and it’s not like Loki had much choice in the matter, since Mobius had the Tempad. He huffed and grumbled under his breath as he walked to the entrance of Wade’s building. He called Mobius again, and Wade picked up this time.

“Hello,” Loki greeted the other man curtly. “May you please release Mobius so we can return home?”

“Sorry, no can do, Amigo,” Wade replied. “You want him, you’re gonna have to come get him. I’ll buzz you up.”

Resisting the urge to stamp his foot like a child, Loki threw the door open as the buzzer sounded, almost pulling it off it’s hinges, and not caring one single bit.

He tapped his foot in the elevator, ignoring the glances from the woman and her two children who were occupying the space with him. Finally, after what seemed like eons, the elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. He rapped loudly on Wade’s door, and soon heard a reply from within.”

“Come in! It’s open!”

Loki pushed through the door, taking in the small space before him. He’d only been once before, and it didn’t look any less like a bomb had gone off in the room than the last time. He’d once asked Mobius what he saw in the other man, and he’d shrugged, telling Loki he was kind and funny, and had good taste in tea. Loki was hilarious, and could be kind if he wanted to, and he personally thought that most tea tasted like leaf juice, but he could get used to it if it meant keeping Mobius to himself.

He zoned back in, his eyes landing first on Wade’s creepy roommate the ridiculously, if aptly named “Blind Al”, and then beyond her, Wade, with Mobius on his other side. There was a loveseat to the right. Why wasn’t one of them sitting on that. And wait, was that Wade’s arm around Mobius’s shoulder? And his other hand on Mobius’s thigh? What on earth was happening here? Why was that human pile of trash flirting with Mobius?

Loki couldn’t have that. Mobius was his. But he wasn’t, not really. Because Loki had been too much of a fool, too wrapped up in his own feelings about not being good enough for Mobius to stake his claim. What if it was too late?

No one seemed to be paying any mind to Loki, Al running her fingers over the pages of a large book, and Wade speaking to Mobius in low tones, whispering in his ear. Loki cleared his throat, and Mobius and Wade turned their heads slowly towards him, as if they’d just realized that he was there.

“Oh hey, baby cakes, come in, make yourself at home. There’s room for a fourth here on the couch, if you want to join us?” There was most certainly not enough room, and Loki was about to say as much when something inside him snapped. He could not lose his precious Mobius to Wade Wilson, of all people.

He stalked over to the couch and yanked Wade’s hand off Mobius’s thigh, his arm from around his shoulder. He then took Mobius’s hand and pulled him free of the saggy cushions.

Mobius moved towards the front door of the apartment, but Loki redirected him, guiding him, with a hand on his back, down the short hallway. One of these doors had to have a bedroom behind it. After two false starts with a linen closet and a bathroom, Loki finally found a bed behind the third door, and shoved Mobius into the room, losing the door behind them.

Turning, he walked towards Mobius, until there was only an inch between their faces. Mobius stared at him as Loki slid one hand into the back of his silver hair, and settled the other onto his hip, and pulled him in for a kiss. It was short and chaste, just their lips briefly pressed together, but it was the best first kiss that Loki had ever had.

Pulling back, Mobius looked at Loki with wide eyes. “What the hell are you doing?”

Loki bridged the gap again, and his face just a quarter inch away from Mobius’s, he whispered “What I should have done a hell of a long time ago.” And with that, he pulled Mobius in for another kiss. Where the last kiss had been brief, just a peck, this kiss was anything but. It took them a moment to get it right, their noses bumping as they met head-on, but then Mobius tilted his head just a little, and everything slotted into place.

Mobius fisted his hands in the front of Loki’s shirt, pulling him impossibly closer as Loki sucked on Mobius’s bottom lip and tugged on his hair. Mobius moaned softly, licking at the seam of Loki’s mouth, seeking entrance that Loki willingly gave. They stayed like that, pressed tight together, for an indeterminate amount of time, before they finally had to come up for air.

In the end, they never even made it to the bed. They panted into the small space between their mouths, and Loki turned them, so Mobius’s back was up against the door. Loki was glad the other man was wearing a button down as he made quick work of the first few buttons, just enough to gain access to the juncture between Mobius’s neck and shoulder. He sucked and bit and nipped and licked all over every inch of skin that he had access to, leaving quickly purpling marks in his wake. Good. He wanted Mobius to think of this every time he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror over the next few days.

Satisfied with his handiwork, Loki continued open the buttons of Mobius’s shirt, stopping first to suck on his nipples, one by one, deeply pleased with the increasingly loud whines that Mobius was emitting. At some point, he’d weaved his hands into Loki’s curls, and Loki could feel his already half hard cock jump in his slacks when Mobius tugged sharply.

He continued to work on Mobius’s pecs, rolling and pinching his nipples between his fingers as he bent down and sunk his teeth into the soft meat of Mobius’s belly, brain practically melting out of his ears as it quivered under his touch. It was something Loki had wanting since he’d met the man, and it felt like heaven on earth to nuzzle his face against the hair there.

His lips followed the trail of hair to the top of Mobius’s jeans, and he slid down to his knees, and he tilted his head up, meeting Mobius’s molten gaze and giving him a questing look as he slipped his fingers just below the waistline. He stood back up and pressed his lips hot to Mobius’s neck. “Can I? Can I please make you feel good, Mobius?”

He took the answering groan as an affirmative and made quick work of the button and fly on Mobius’s pants, not even bothering to pull them down, instead plunging his hand inside. There as barely enough room, but Loki made it work, circling Mobious’s cock with his fist. He thumbed at the head, already wet with precum, using the slick to ease the way.

Mobius moaned, his eyes squeezing shut momentarily, as if he was overwhelmed by the pleasure, as Loki stroked him fast and hard.

“Is that good?” he asked, continuing his ministrations.

Mobius, who by now had worked open most of the buttons on Loki’s shirt and was sucking marks of his own into Loki’s collarbone, pulled off, panting. “Yes, fuck Loki, it’s so fucking good. You’re so fucking good. I can’t believe this is happening.”

Loki chuckled softly, stroking faster. “You’d better believe it, because it is.” He could feel everything he’d wanted to tell Mobius the whole time they’d known each other about to spill out. He knew the middle of a hand job wasn’t exactly the best time for heartfelt conversation, but he couldn’t hold back. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Mobius. You’re so beautiful. So kind and smart and patient, so sweet to me, believing in me when no one else did.” Mobius was bucking into his fist, his breath becoming shallower, and Loki knew he should focus his attention on making the man come, but he couldn’t stop now. “I love you, Mobius.”

With that, Mobius was groaning loudly, his head banging on the bedroom door as he came, spilling hot into Loki’s fist. He kept his head tilted back, eyelashes fluttering as he caught his breath, coming down from his high. Maybe, if Loki was lucky, Mobius’s orgasm was so good that he hadn’t even paid attention to what Loki was babbling on about.

“Do think they heard us?” Mobius asked, sounding abashed.

“Who cares,” Loki replied. “Those perverts are probably out there getting off to this.”

Mobius laughed but didn’t disagree. He pulled Loki to him, wrapping his arms around his back and nibbling on his ear lobe. “I love you too, pussycat, for the record. I think a part of me always has.”

Pussycat. Oh gods, Loki was weak for this man. It was a good thing that Mobius was holding Loki to him, because Loki suddenly felt as if his legs were about to give out under him.

“Can I return the favour?” Mobius asked as his hands roamed over Loki’s exposed chest, his eyes reverent.

Loki nodded, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words. He expected Mobius to slip his hand into his pants, but instead, he slipped down onto his knees, mouthing at Loki’s cloth covered cock, his breath hot against the fabric.

“Oh Mobius,” Loki breathed, his voice coming out like a whine. “You don’t have to.”

Mobius chuckled. “I’m well aware that I don’t have to, Loki. Have you ever considered that I want to? More than anything?”

Well then. Loki certainly wasn’t going to stop him if it was what he truly wanted. “Be my guest.”

With that, Mobius was quickly divested Loki of his pants briefs and mouthed at the flushed head of his cock. He ran his tongue along the dripping slit, and Loki gasped, sinking his hands into Mobius’s hair, and tugging hard. Mobius groaned at that, taking more of Loki into his mouth as his hands roamed up the back of Loki’s thighs before settling on his ass, which he squeezed, kneading the cheeks in the palm of his hands.

Loki loosened his grip on Mobius’s hair and used his hand to gently guide the man’s head as he took Loki all the way in, until his nose was nestled in the hair at the base of his cock. He bobbed his head a few times, and Loki could feel the coil of heat in his stomach tightening. He could tell this was going to be over embarrassingly fast, but he couldn’t bring himself to care when it felt so fucking good.

Loki tugged on Mobius’s hair in warning, but the other man only took him all the way back in, hollowing out his cheeks like he was trying to suck Loki’s soul out through his cock. He came close, Loki seeing white, going breathless as he came with a loud cry own Mobius’s throat.

In a moment, Mobius was back on his feet, and Loki pulled him into a kiss, licking into his mouth, not caring that he could taste himself on Mobius’s tongue. They stood there, trading lazy kisses, until Mobius finally pulled away.

“I think we should maybe go now, kitten. We’ve been locked in here long enough, and I’d like to get the walk of shame over and done with.”

Reluctantly, Loki agreed, and they got dressed, doing their best to smooth out the wrinkles in their clothes and flatten their hair.

They slipped out the bedroom door quietly, hoping that maybe they could leave the apartment undetected, but no such luck. Wade, who was laying on the couch, reading a magazine, let out a loud wolf whistle. “Hey cuties, glad to see you finally got into each other’s pants. I really fooled you there, didn’t I, Loki? I should receive an Oscar for my acting. Then I’ll be one letter closer to an EGOT. Or at least I’ll have one letter towards an EGOT. Actually, no letters, because I wasn’t acting. You’re hot hot hot, Mobius. It’s not hard to flirt with you at all! Do you two want to give daddy Wade a kiss as a thank you?”

Loki rolled his eyes, taking Mobius’s hand in his own. He had no clue what the man was on about, but he certainly didn’t want to kiss him, that he was sure of. “Thank you, Wade, but no thank you. I believe we’ll only be kissing each other from here on out.”

“Fine,” Wade replied, sticking his tongue out like a child. “I don’t want you anyway. I’ve moved on to daddy Wolvie.” At that, Wolverine appeared, inexplicably wearing a frilly pink apron over his clothes.

Loki’s cheeks burned with shame. It was one thing for Wade and Al to hear them, but quite another for Wolverine to hear. He was a real, distinguished man.

“Hi Mobius, Loki.” He greeted them. “Had fun, I hear?” He winked, and Loki had to turn, no longer able to look him in the eye.

“Uh, I didn’t realize you were having other guests, Wade.” Mobius said, reaching into the hall closet for his coat.

“Well,” Wade replied, not taking his eyes off his magazine, which Loki could now see was pornographic in nature. “When you ditched me for dinner, I had to make other plans. Couldn’t let those pork chops go to waste! How about you take a quick break from making my dinner and come give daddy Wade a kiss, Wolvie?”

“Never going to happen, Wade.”

“But it could!”

“But it won’t! Also, stop trying to make “daddy Wade” happen. It’s not going to happen.”

“If I stop, will you give me a little sugar, sugar?”

Wolverine rolled his eyes. “Maybe. If you’re a good boy for daddy Wolvie.”

Loki and Mobius took that as their cue to leave, and hand in hand, they slipped out the door, ready to head back home, far, far away from here.

[britesparc]

Weekend Top Ten #647

Top Ten Superhero Cartoons

It’s been a good year for animated series based on mainstream superhero comics. Well, I say that; it’ll probably have been a good year by the end of the year. Why? Well, because X-Men ’97 came out of nowhere in the Spring and totally blew everyone away. Do you… Remember It?

Sorry, too soon.

Also, next month – in fact, next week– Batman: Caped Crusader launches on Prime Video, a 30s-set noir-drenched take on ol’ pointy-ears, presided over by Bruce Timm. He should do alright, because thirty years ago he tried to make a Batman cartoon and it was only flippin’ the best thing ever made, ever. So expectation are slightly high.

Anyway, all this exciting animated action has got me thinking about superhero series past and present. Because one thing that’s been true since, oooh, at least the 1960s is that comic books translate very well to the animated medium. Maybe it’s the bright colours; maybe it’s the tendency towards melodramatic narrative; maybe it’s because it’s easier to draw a giant purple-helmeted man trying to eat a planet than it is to actually realise it in live-action.

This list, therefore, represents my favourite animated series that are based on an existing superhero property. And I'm going to say right out the gate that all of them are mainstream; they’re all Marvel and DC series. The Tick was just bubbling under, but frankly I’ve never loved any non-Big-Two animated superhero show. I have not, I will confess, watched Invincible; rightly or wrongly I just don’t think it’d be my cup of tea, for the same reason I’ve never watched The Boys: I just don’t like nihilistic superhero stories. Or, for that matter, particularly violent ones. Maybe that’s just me. I’m often reminded of Grant Morrison saying they never really got on with X-Men because they didn’t like the fact that the characters argued; despite that, Morrison wrote some pretty damn good X-Men stories.

Another thing I had to have a mental chat with myself about was whether the Fleischer Superman series could be counted on this list; and I decided that yes it could. That was a series of cartoons; yes they were released theatrically, but nobody really had TVs in the 1940s. I feel like they were a product of their time and the medium available to deliver an adaptation; just like how the Spider-Man or Incredible Hulk animated series from the sixties reflect their era, or the nineties “Saturday morning cartoon” animations reflect theirs, or even how the likes of streaming-first series such as What If...?, Invincible, or Caped Crusader can be seen to reflect the here and now. Also it lets me have Batmand and Superman as number one and number two, just as all things should be.

Oh, and Turtles... I dunno. I just don’t think of it as a “superhero” show, even though there’s very little difference between an episode of TMNT, an Avengers, a Justice League, or even something like Transformers: Earthspark. So no Turtles. Sorry.

Batman: The Animated Series (1992-97): just a flat-out masterpiece; from writing to design to casting, every single aspect is brilliant. A mature handling of the character but still fun and exciting for kids (I know; I was there). Arguably the only show on this list that is generally regarded as the best all-round interpretation of a character.

Superman (1941-43): okay, so it’s a series of shorts released cinematically; but what shorts. Absolutely beautiful, some truly astounding pieces of Golden Age animation, telling stories that just feel so archetypically Superman; the visual of him punching a laser beam back to its source is an iconic emblem of the character.

Teen Titans Go! (from 2013): surprisingly divisive in its irreverent treatment of its characters, this is the greatest superhero parody of all time. Wild, weird, anarchic, the supremely meta fourth-wall-breaking jokes come at an extreme rate; the gags run the gamut from random DC ephemera to Hollywood references to entire plots about the Illuminati. “Bonkers” doesn’t come close.

X-Men ‘97 (from 2024): returning to a series thirty years after its original run, there’s absolutely no reason for this to be so good. Taking the themes of the original but giving them both a complexity and a maturity not allowed by a kids’ show in the nineties, this excels in all areas; some episodes will be remembered for decades. Exceptional.

Justice League and Justice League Unlimited (2001-06): almost feels a cheat to include the variety of spin-offs and semi-sequels from Batman: TAS; the “DC Animated Universe” was an early and successful shared universe. These two conjoined series really just get these characters, delving deep into DC lore to give us great stories and even better character work. Some of my favourite DC moments are from this show.

Harley Quinn (from 2019): I’m not a fan of “adult” animation; I tend to find it edgy and try-hard. Somehow Harley wins me over; it’s probably a combination of a surprisingly nuanced take on the character, some amusing yet respectful twists on DC characters, and a very good gag rate. It really is very funny; it earns a place just for Bane alone.

Spider-Man (1967-70): no, I’m not just including this because you could strongly argue that the theme tune is the most iconic thing any of these shows have ever produced; but that is true. No, this is both a great example of its era, and also just a fun interpretation of the character; it nails his voice and his humour and does a good interpretation of Romita’s art style.

Teen Titans (2003-06): although the insanity and inanity of TTG vaults the original, it still should be lauded for its fresh take on the genre. Heavily influenced by anime – including a fantastic J-Pop theme tune – it was, for its time, suitably wacky and funny, and did a great job conveying the familial nature of the comic book Titans.

Spider-Man (1994-98): the two great Marvel animations of the nineties were Spidey and X-Men, and it’s hard to split the two. But this is the one I think I loved most at the time; its huge multi-part epics were great, and it really went to some superb comic-y places. Introduced me to so much of Spidey lore, and also did a multiverse team-up thirty years before Spider-Verse.

DC Super Hero Girls (2019-22): this earns bonus points for its connection to the Super Best Friends Forever shorts, also a production of showrunner Lauren Faust; the characterisation, the art style, and the general tone is indicative of most of her work (especially My Little Pony). An upbeat, friendship-focused female-led show, it has great interpretations of the characters, it looks lovely, and it’s very funny. More of this sort of thing, please.

[nessieart]

TEETH 15

|| Helping Hand ||

WC: 2.7k

Summary: You meet the Hulk, and begin to come to terms with living in the Tower.

Warnings: Fluff!

AN: Geez! I’m so sorry this took SO long. I must have scrapped this 3 or 4 times before settling and saying fuck it! I hope the wait was worth it! Thank you for reading <3

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When you and Tony arrived on the floor of the labs, you could hear things crashing and breaking. As you both neared the doors a loud roar shook the very floor. The vibrations carrying through the walls and the doors rattled on their hinges. Tony reached a hand out to open the door and you stopped him with a hand to his elbow.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You stared at him wide eyed. His brows furrowed as he looked back at you. “You’re not goin’ in there with whatever that is! It doesn’t smell safe,” you try to reason with him. "Wherever Bruce is, he ain't in there." You give another sniff towards the doors. Yep, definitely no Bruce, but his scent still lingers in the air.

Tony shakes his head, “It’s Bruce, he’s got ah -,” he runs a hand through his hair and sighs out of his nose, “he’s uh, well, he’s the Hulk. You know, Jolly Green Giant?” He waves a hand in the air. You shake your head more and push Tony back away from the door when another roar echoes through the lab and into the hallway.

Sir, should I deploy The Slumber Party Protocol? JARVIS’s voice rings out in the hallway

“Probably not, J, don’t wanna make him any more upset than he already is,” Tony grimaces, rubbing a hand over his chest. Another roar is heard and more crashing objects.

“I’ll deal with him,” you say and before Tony can do anything to stop you, you open the lab doors and walk in, shedding the blanket that was around you and dropping it to the floor. You're sure you heard him say don't get squished into a pancake, but you ignore it.

What you’re met with is only a little surprising. The lab is destroyed as you expected, tables and equipment thrown haphazardly around the large space. You can see cracks in the floor and indents in the walls, the thick glass that makes up the floor to ceiling windows has a few scuff marks like something was thrown at them but didn’t break.

“Bruce?” You call out your name telling him it’s only you, turning in a circle to take in the wreckage of the room. You catch something in the corner of your eye and swiftly turn towards it. In the far corner of the room, encased in shadow - because the lights along the ceiling had been smashed out - is a large man? You squint over at him, and raise a hand in greeting, “Hi,” you say and he lets out a low growl. You think you felt the vibrations on the floor all the way across the room. You can't help but growl in return. You take one step closer to him, and another and then raise both hands up in front of you.

He’s breathing heavily as you near him, a small welcoming smile on your face, you tell him your name but he doesn’t seem to register he knows it. “I’m Tony’s friend. And I’m Bruce’s friend, too,” he grunts angrily at you when you say Bruce's name. He takes a threatening step towards you, his giant foot making cracks in the linoleum floor, and he takes another until he’s only a few feet from you. You tilt your head up at him, “What’s your name?”

The giant green brute bends down so his fists are on the floor and his face is only a few inches from yours, and he lets out the most thunderous roar you’ve ever heard. You’re sure one of your eardrums blew out with the force of it. After the yelling was over, he grunted at you, his lips pulling back into a snarl.

“Me, Hulk!” He shouts, one fist coming up to beat on his chest, “what tiny girl want?” He lets out a growl again and bangs his fist on the floor next to you, but you don’t flinch.

“We were worried about Bruce,” you tell the Hulk, “Tony and I. Can you tell me what happened?” The Hulk eyes you warily, a snort coming out of him as he stands to his full height.

He paces around you and you stand still, you know when to roll over and show your belly - so to speak. And you don’t want to upset the Hulk anymore than he already was, if looking around the lab was any indicator. There’s a big inhale behind you and your hair lifts with the force of it, a large exhale follows and your hair is blown into your face.

“You smell funny, tiny girl,” Hulk grunts as he comes back around and plants himself on the floor, lounging back on his hands. He brings his other hand up and pokes you in the stomach with it, and the force of it pushes you back and you almost stumble over.

You smack his hand away and huff, “Hey, keep your hands to yourself, Big Guy,” he growls at you and uses his foot to kick you over. You catch it, shove his foot, and the strength of it must surprise the Hulk because he growls again and gets up to slam his hands together on you like an annoying fly. You jump back avoiding the blow and he scrambles to chase after you.

When you leap over a fallen desk, he catches you, his giant hand surrounding your torso. He grins in triumph as he holds you aloft, a big laugh coming from him. And it hits you, he just wants to play.

“Hey,” you call to him, the Hulk holds you close to his face, still grinning at you, “you wanna play? We’ll play,” and you grip his fingers and pry them open, it takes some effort but when you can easily slip from his grasp you jump up his arm and over his shoulder to slide down his back and run across the lab. “JARVIS?” You call to the ceiling, “Where’s a safe place to let the big guy play?” You’re tucking and sliding away from the Hulk as he tries to catch up with you. He didn’t think it would be this difficult to catch one small 'human' girl.

On the far side of the lab, giant doors open to an elevator shaft, there’s no lift waiting for you that you can see.

This should take you down to the accommodating floor. Mr Stark will meet you there.

As you near the opening, you see cables that go down at least 20 floors.

Jump, Miss. Cheeky AI.

You look back and the Hulk is still smashing his way over to you, the sneer that was on his face is now replaced with a smirk. You smile at him, “C’mon, Big Guy, this way!” And you leap into the shaft and free fall for a few floors before you grip the cables and slide the rest of the way. There’s a light coming from an open door further down, and as you near it you jump towards the ledge and roll to a stop after you enter.

The space you’re in looks like a giant rec room. There’s mats and padding along the walls, some giant weights are stacked in a corner, on one side of the space there’s Astro turf, a few treadmills, and a couple of punching bags. You step a little further into the room and as you do, a door opens and in steps Tony in an Iron Man suit, it’s a little bulkier than you’re used to seeing.

When you make a move to go to him a large thud sounds behind you and when you turn the Hulk is standing there, chest heaving and a big grin on his face.

“Hulk catch you, tiny girl!” He goes to bring his hands down on you again so you Shift, jumping up out of his grasp and landing on his shoulder. You give a flick of your tail and it hits him in the face and you leap off him and trot around the gym. Hulk looks so stunned by your abrupt transformation he just stands there with his hands still in mid air, looking very confused.

You give a big yip at him and lower your upper body and front paws to the ground and your tail high in the air, wagging wildly.

-*-

You and the Hulk had run around the gym for nearly half the day before you both collapsed in a heap in the corner. He had instantly fallen asleep once you jumped up onto his chest and started purring. His big snores filled the space and you and Hulk napped until Tony came over and called to you quietly.

You jumped from the Hulk and trotted over to Tony, stretching as you did. A few moments later the skin of the Hulk started to ripple and shift and change colors as he turned back to Bruce, his still sleeping form curled in on himself.

Tony stepped closer and brought over a change of clothes for both you and Bruce, and placed a blanket overtop of Bruce’s half naked body.

"That was nice," Tony said, his hand coming down on your head and patting you affectionately. "What you did for him. Big Green, I mean," he smiled down at you. Something flashed across his features you couldn't place, but it was gone as quickly as it came.

Across the gym you heard a groan and shuffling. Looking over, Bruce was sitting up rubbing his head slightly, and Tony started making his way towards his friend.

"How are we feeling, Brucey?" Tony asked, a hint of caution in his voice. You followed behind, peering around Tony as Bruce looked up at him.

Bruce grunts out a quiet 'fine' as he rubs his fingers around his temples.

After a moment of Bruce blinking owlishly up at Tony, he looks down at you, surprise on his face and he shuffled up onto his knees, pulling the blanket around him tighter.

Bruce said your name, a smile pulling at his lips. "I thought I imagined it, but here you are! Hulk was very adamant about seeing a dog," you snort out annoyance and your ears go back, "sorry, his words," he smiles apologetically at you and Tony brings a hand back to your head. Your ears perk back up and your tail wags.

"Thought you couldn't remember anything after Big Green takes over?" Tony asked, handing Bruce his glasses. Bruce puts a shirt on and holds his pants together as he stands.

Bruce shakes his head a little, "I usually don't, it's strange. He was excited to share what happened today," he scrunched his brows together seemingly lost in thought. And as he stared off into space, you went over and grabbed the clothes Tony had brought down for you.

When you return from Shifting and changing, Tony and Bruce are conversing lightly as they stand near the doors. As you make your way over to them, they look over at you, both smiling - though Tony's may be a little bigger - and Bruce gives a little wave.

They continue talking about some scientific whatever - it's all lost on you - as you all make your way out of the rec room and into an elevator. Tony places a hand on the small of your back and you melt into his touch. When the elevator doors open, it's to an open living space. A few couches and loveseats fill the space and there's a small kitchenette on the far side of the room. The space smells well lived in. Lavender and chamomile, brown sugar and leather. It smells like Bruce. You all make your way further into the apartment, Bruce telling you and Tony to get comfy while he makes tea.

There's also a hint of bubblegum and citrus in the air, and you realize this is where Peter's been staying if he's at the Tower. Tony plops down on the couch, bringing his feet up to rest on the coffee table, his arms spread wide as he brings them to the back of the couch.

Tony smirks up at you and tilts his head to the side for you to join him, and you snuggle up into his side. He brings an arm around you and you lean into him and he presses his nose to the top of your hair and breaths deep. A sigh of content leaving you both after a moment.

The floor to ceiling windows let the late afternoon sun shine through uninterrupted, and you slowly realize this is where you’re meant to be. Warmth crawls up your toes through your body and to your fingertips. It was strange to finally realize this is where your journey in life had taken you. Sitting beside the man your soul was tied to by some higher supernatural force you never understood.

Bruce came to join you two, setting a tray on the coffee table with a tea kettle and mugs, sugar and cream. It was a peaceful and quiet evening spent lounging on the couch with Tony and Bruce. The two men would fill the silence with chatter of fixing the lab and starting new projects in the coming months. Tony did a lot of the talking, and Bruce happily nodded along, sipping his tea as he listened to Tony ramble on about nothing and everything.

When Bruce left to make dinner, you offered to help and he gave you a grateful smile. Before you went to get up and follow Bruce into the kitchen, you shifted in your seat to face Tony, bringing your knees up and kneeling on them. He looked over at you with raised eyebrows, a small smile on his lips.

“Thank you, Tony,” you tell him sincerely. He scrunches his brows and sits up straight, taking his feet off the coffee table as he does so. Before he could voice his question you lean up and put your hand on his cheek, and kiss him. He makes a noise of surprise, his eyes wide before he relaxes and his eyes sink closed. He places a hand over yours still on his face and takes your wrist in his hand to keep you close.

The kiss is innocent enough, your lips melding and fitting together like a puzzle piece. His lips taste like the peppermint tea he had earlier and something uniquely Tony. He tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, his nose brushing against yours in the movement. His other hand moves to the back of your neck to maneuver you better and you let him, becoming pliant under his touch. A groan leaves him when you part your lips a little, his tongue slipping in to taste you fully.

You both part, leaning foreheads against each other, breathing in one another’s air. Panting and eyes filled with stars, you and Tony stare into each other's eyes. There’s a stupid grin on his face that you mirror, chuckling lightly he pecks your nose with a short kiss.

“God, I’ve been wanting to do that since the first time you left the Tower,” he confesses quietly, he’s still grinning and his cheeks are slightly flushed. You run your thumb over the apple of his cheek, feeling the stubble of his goatee. He moves to kiss you again and it’s short and sweet.

When you two part again, there’s a soft clearing of a throat across the room, and you glance over your shoulder to see Bruce trying to avoid eye contact with you and Tony, his glasses are off as he cleans them off with the hem of his shirt. You can see a small blush on his cheeks, and he’s looking everywhere but at you two on the couch.

You giggle and peck Tony on the cheek before you get up. Tony tries to grab you with a whine of protest as you slip from his grip. As you pass by Bruce you pat him on the shoulder, “C’mon, Big Guy, let’s get started on dinner.”

Bruce sighs in exasperation, but there’s a small smile on his lips as he looks over to Tony, who looks like a love struck puppy, and then follows you into the kitchen.

-*-