#bruce banner prompt

[darby-rowe]

dr. bruce banner who goes into the lab each day thinking that was the last time… that was the last time… only to end up being tempted once more by his intern’s sweet, young pussy by the end of the day.

dr. bruce banner goes into the lab the next day thinking that was the last time…

[mischievous-thunder]

The Messiah + A God vs A Dull Creature

[artemismoorea03]

DCxDP or Marvel Prompt: Bleeding Out

A mission from Clockwork sends Danny to another dimension to prevent some kind of disaster that could result in the destruction of said dimension or potentially endangering the Ghost Zone. As a result Danny is able to meet a group of heroes (Justice League or Avengers).

These heroes test Danny, learn about him and learn to trust him. He's from another dimension not too different from theirs and from what they understand his powers are called "Ghost". They have no idea that Danny is a ghost.

So when Danny takes a hard hit in the field and is dumping green blood the team is frantic. Yes, they know Danny has a human form, they've run plenty of tests but they think they're one and the same. They don't understand that the ghost side can't die and that the ghost side keeps the human side alive.

They're frantic.

They're panicking.

Danny is bleeding out in the field, loosing more and more blood to the point where even those who could be considered Gods or are Gods are getting more and more concerned. They have no idea Danny will live.

But the fact that Danny just keeps making jokes about it isn't helping.

They're concerned.

He's confused and doesn't understand that they didn't understand his explanation of being a "Ghost" and the villains are just wondering how much harder they have to hit this kid before he stays down.

[splosh-crime]

Bruce Banner is Tim Drake’s Uncle

In the comics, Bruce Banner is canonically taken in by his aunt Susan Drake after his father’s jailed for mariticide.

Let’s say Susan Drake was Janet’s mother and that Bruce Banner was raised alongside her.

When he goes to college and becomes a scientist he’s still in contact with them but being on the run from the government tends to put a dampener on communications so Bruce Banner has never met Janet’s spouse or child.

When Tim lies about his uncle having custody of him, he didn’t make up a new uncle. Thus, SHIELD was alerted when Bruce B’s name suddenly appeared in new legal custody records.

They’d been meaning to investigate Gotham for awhile anyway but the locals had been less than cooperative and SHIELD is a bit swamped with aliens and mutants nowadays to chase shadows.

With a gothamite in the custody of an Avenger and sharing a living space with a few more, SHIELD’s chances of getting new intel on Gotham are at a record high so they alert Bruce Banner of Tim’s orphan status and help him gain custody.

Let it be said that one should never bet against a bat.

[pandagirl45]

Tony with gold stained wings, bloodied and dripping till they sharpen like the very blades that ripped through him.

Steve powder white wings doused in the frigid frost, burning the white into a deep aged blue. The tearing of the wings filled with frozen blue feathers.

Natasha soft red wings bleached and burned away. Nothing but bones twitching lace and silk stitching into feathers.

Clint bright purple wings, full and ready to sore, torn away till there was black pooling under the torn feathers, the missing flights. Till all blended into haze of purple night hues.

Bruce wings bigger than him, but full of feathers, easily to sore high. Brown to lighter shades of cremes. Irradiated green pulse through him, jealousy poisoning him as the vat burned into his wings. Once soft was leathery, confusion of membrane and feathers. Hiding them away.

Loki wings are deep reds to blacks that reflected the heat from the sun. Burning bright and warmth. The push of a curse from a bitter father, wings burned to asunder turned into a frozen snowy waste. Long feathers dragging leaving frost burn trails.

Something, something their humans helping them heal or accept their broken wings.

My choices

Bucky

Rhodey

Pepper

Sam

Thor

Strange

Wing fic ideas go brrr

[killacharacterbingo]

The Blip

In the MCU, two related events are referred to as the Blip. During the events of Avengers: Infinity War, Thanos used the Infinity Stones to eliminate half of all life in the universe in his desire to bring balance, in his twisted view. This event is referred to as both the Snap and the Blip in different sources.

Five years later, during the events of Avengers: Endgame, Bruce Banner used the Nano Gauntlet to channel the power of the Infinity Stones again, this time with the purpose of resurrecting all those who'd died five years prior. The Nano Gauntlet was much more damaging to the user than the Infinity Gauntlet used by Thanos during the Snap, and as a consequence Banner sustained serious injury, solely surviving because of his strength as the Hulk. The resurrection of all who died during the Snap is also referred to as the Blip.

Under either interpretation of this prompt, literally setting the story in the MCU is not a requirement. MCU fics or MCU AUs are welcome, of course, but in broader terms, the prompt covers different possibilities depending on the definition of the Blip that is chosen.

If based on this clip from Infinity War, the event also called the Snap, the prompt refers to mass death, the disappearance of people on a large scale, villains who commit atrocities in order to fulfill a perceived moral duty, and the like. The powerlessness of being unable to save a loved one who vanished next to you, or the confusion of dying suddenly and unexpectedly.

If based on this clip from Endgame, the prompt relates to sacrifice. To enduring harm potentially leading to death, or accepting death, as a consequence to saving others. Self-sacrifices for the greater good, or to give loved ones, or unrelated innocents, a second chance. Difficult decisions and putting the good of many over the suffering of a few.

[scavengerssuccotash]

For the clintasha one liner prompt thing, could you do: ‘what the fuck are you flirting with Banner for? I’m right here Natasha!’

(maybe with the background that Clint x Nat had broken up lately, neither of them are over it, and Clint is jealous as hell) thank you!

Tony throws a charity event once a year to inspire New York’s upper crust to dip into their pocketbooks for a chance to brush elbows with heroes. It’s a swanky party with free-flowing champagne, an open bar, and Hors D'oeuvre’s gliding above heads atop silver trays. Clint wouldn’t call it a good time, though the limitless alcohol is certainly lubricating the definition of what he considered good. He would normally blow this kind of party off, but Tony had bribed him with the promise of experimental arrow heads if he attended, which was a kind gesture in of itself considering their teammate status. Clint would be lying if the prospect of abusing Tony’s immeasurable wealth and intelligence weren’t also a factor. Poor boy Barton is rectifying decades of financial pitfalls, he thinks sourly to himself.

The party is slowly winding down now, Clint had done his part. He is rather pleased with himself for making it to the end without sneaking off. He signed autographs, feigned platitudes and even flirted a bit and as thanks for all his work Clint’s getting his hands on some snazzy new tech. The energizing prospect buoys him through the last gaggle of elitists and he waves one woman off, some heiress to a department store, with a scandalous wink. By the time he makes his way back to the bar to hunt down the attendant for his fifth whiskey that night, the self-satisfied grin that was on his face crumbles into a snarl at the sound of a familiar melodic laughter.

He finds the source mere seconds after he rounds the corner.

Natasha.

Natasha is sitting on a bar stool and laughing at something Banner said. An ugly feeling twists in his gut at the sight of her hand running up and down his leg. An even uglier feeling calcifies into the hard lines of his face as he sports, what Natasha used to affectionally call, his murder face. Natasha doesn’t seem to notice him, or if she does she pays him no mind, as she tips her head back and laughs, exposing the long pale line of her throat which if followed would dive straight down to her cleavage. Clint knows he has to act the second he sees Banner’s head dip ever so slightly downward.

On the prowl Clint stalks forward. “Hey guys, what’s so funny?”

Banner’s head snaps around on cue and the smile Natasha was wearing slips as her face falls into a pointed glare by the time Clint stands beside them.

“Sorry, this seat taken?” Clint asks and before either of them can answer he promptly squeezes himself onto the seat between them. “No, good. So, great party, huh guys!? Think we raised enough money for Tony to get a new yacht this year?”

Banner coughs a bit before shyly looking down into his scotch. “I should probably go—”

“You don’t have to Bruce, really.” Natasha says the same time Clint feigns his disappointment.

“Ohh, nooo. Shame we were just getting started! But hey I get it.” Clint fake pouts as he claps a hand over Bruce’s shoulder. “Some guys just can’t go all night.”

Bruce grits his jaw, but otherwise says nothing as he sets his drink aside and leaves without a backwards glance. Mission accomplished. Natasha, however, is seething.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Clint. We were just talking!” Natasha hisses. The grip on her drink tightens and for a brief wonderful second Clint thinks she might throw it into his face. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Clint whips around to face her, as he was admiring the defeated slump of Bruce’s shoulders as he ran away. “Yeah? Just talking? You know he was staring at your tits, right?”

Natasha rolls her eyes and angrily crosses her arms which only seems to accentuate her supple bosom much to Clint’s extreme satisfaction. When was the last time he had his face in those? Two weeks? Three? Since their spectacularly public breakup, time had moved on sluggishly and blurred together in a long stream of achingly lonely days. If anyone had asked him what day of the week it was, Clint wouldn’t know.

Natasha shoots him a glare and says with an air of extreme haughtiness, “Maybe I wanted him to stare at my tits, Clint. Did you ever think of that, hm?”

If she means to goad him, it works, but two can play at that game and they’ve played this dance before. Clint knows the steps well. He leans back, and puts on a show of leering at her. His blue eyes drag lazily from the bright hard set of her eyes to her sumptuous pouty lips, down the line of her pale throat that he’s very fond of marking with his mouth and finally land comfortably on her breasts. His mouth waters furiously while his dick stirs to attention. Was it really only three weeks ago that he was able to bring her to panting desperation with just his mouth? With that memory it seems to him the cause of their breakup was really pathetic in hindsight. Who gives a fuck about living together when the prospect of fucking in two beds is right there. Afterall, two is better than one. It’s basic arithmetic.

“Is that what you want, Nat? You want a beast drooling over you? Cuz I can work with that.” Clint says, his voice low and brimming with dark promise as he leans forward to whisper into her ear. “All you had to do was ask, Princess.”

His hand lands on her knee. Natasha shivers. He can hear her breathing heavily against his ear as his fingers glide up her thigh beneath the silk of her dress. Clint pulls back his shot as his fingers grace the crease between her hip and thigh and then releases it with a nip to her ear.  “No sense in flirting with Banner when I’m right here, baby.”  

He knows he hits his mark when she gasps as her nails dig into his forearm.

(Thank you for prompting me! I hope you enjoy it! Poor Bruce 😂)

[rhaesquill]

Will the flowers grow by the meadow? (Stucky prompt)

The least thing Sam expects when Steve Rogers comes back from a time travel is him clutching an old rusty locket necklace with his picture in it.

"From peggy?" Sam asked

"No. From Barnes" Steve replied

And what escaped from Sam’s mouth was the least expected, “oh.. I think Bruce sent you in the wrong time line.”

_

Steve is determined to go back in time to live his life the way it was supposed to be after the war. But what he did not expect was to time travel towards the time where James Buchanan Barnes died.

Now he has more reasons to go back in time to save Bucky.

[darby-rowe]

i wanna look up at dr. bruce banner giving me clear instructions on how to type up a certain lab report with such a sinister yet doe look in my eyes that communicates to him that i know exactly what im doing. oh i know im young! i know im new to the workforce in this specific scientific field! i know that im just an intern and you’re my teacher! but i also know that you want my young pussy sooo, sooo bad it nearly kills you.

[quietlyimplode]

the language of flowers and silent things

Whumptober 2023: day 28 - Alt prompt - aftermath of failure

Warnings: drugs

Word Count: 1.2k (gif not mine)

Summary: the team goes to find the man responsible for blowing up the avengers tower.

A/N: a little late.. I’ll try and put this one and the next one up today <3 give your loved ones a big hug for me.

Masterlist

Whumptober Masterlist

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2014

BERLIN

Steve looks at his friends in the quinjet.

Natasha sits flying the plane, concentrating on the way ahead, Clint sitting next to her.

True partners, he thinks, and he feels a pang for Bucky, wanting what they have in someone to always fall back on. Sam shifts in his chair and nudges Steve.

“Are you okay?” he asks gently.

Tony sits across from him, his arm in plaster, and bruises still visible, though his eyes are closed he knows he’s not asleep.

“I’m fine,” he answers.

Bruce sits on the other side of him, and he can feel his nervousness.

It feels hard to believe it had been less than a week since the infiltration.

Christmas was fast approaching.

So was the wedding… if there was going to be one.

Happiness had felt just around the corner.

Until it wasn’t.

He wants this to be over.

“How long?” he calls.

“Thirty minutes,” Natasha replies immediately.

.

There’s a castle in the middle of the forest.

It’s picturesque and Tony thinks that it’s probably a place he’d like to buy if it wasn’t swarming with Hydra operatives.

He grins to himself, sends the address and cloaking codes and tells Pepper to buy it.

Jarvis guides Tony, and he flies high over the others.

The Iron Legion flies around, two either side of him.

Natasha drives, towards the base, Clint in tow; whilst Steve circles around on his bike. Bruce remains in the jet, ready to go if needed.

He’d apologised but they’d all reassured him that this was for the best.

Tony hoped that they wouldn’t need him.

He saw the toll it took on Bruce, the pain of the aftermath. He felt oddly protective of his friend and shielding him from the pain of his life.

He shoots the first missile at the tower, the deflection hitting; as Jarvis tells him that there’s a shield over it.

“Thanks Captain Obvious,” he says sarcastically, sending the other four suits to provide back up for the others as Natasha and Clint meet a small resistance.

They surge forward, with no regard for safety.

He watches Natasha smile.

Flying back to Steve, he has Jarvis scan the building again.

“Basement floor,” he confirms.

Relaying the information to the others, he finds the building junction box and sets his own directional EMP.

“See how you like it,” he mutters.

.

Sam flies overhead, seeing all the electricity leave the castle and the panic of a couple of soldiers below. Tony sends the coordinates to his HUD display and he smiles, flies low to Steve and yells.

“Basement! He’s in the basement!”

Tony lands and Sam nods.

“There’s not as many as I thought,” Sam says, heading through the entrance door.

“No,” Tony thinks, “there’s not.”

Steve, Natasha and Clint catch up.

“It seems quiet,” Natasha observes.

Even more-so, as they traverse into the castle.

They come up against one more, that Steve throws his shield at, knocking him out.

The head down; Tony heading their formation, as there’s… no one.

No one comes to greet them and as they move further down, the sense of unease deepens.

Natasha’s grip on her gun tightens.

Clint’s arrow raises higher and Steve stands side by side with Tony, shield in front of him and Sam.

They reach the door, Jarvis confirming that someone is inside and communicate non verbally with each other.

Tony blows the door.

The dust clears and reveals… nothing.

“Jarvis?” he says, a warning tone.

Steve steps forward and stands on a plate, much like the ones at the base of the Avengers Tower.

“Shit,” he says, stepping off and protecting the others from an inevitable blast; only it doesn’t come.

“What was that?” Sam laughs, as he heads into the room behind Steve and Tony, seeing the hallway leading further down.

When they’re all in the room, the door slams behind them, and Tony rolls his eyes.

“It’s not like we can’t blow a hole in the wall,” he smirks inside the suit.

Jarvis assures again that the only heat signature is from below.

“You’re sure it’s Pogodin?”

Jarvis confirms and Natasha doesn’t feel good about the inevitable trap that lays ahead.

Steve takes the lead.

Pogodin stands ahead of them, arms up and large smile on his face.

“Hello Avengers.”

He puts on a gas mask, his face transforming into one of nightmares.

Tony steps forward.

“Do you know what The Raft is?” he says, threatening.

“Tony—“ Clint starts.

But it’s too late, smoke and gas fill the room and Pogodin laughs manically.

“Do you know what you fear?” he asks, “I know what I fear. It’s certainly not you. I know that whilst you are here, then there’s another team after the sceptre, no one protecting it.”

Tony reaches him, pulling him up with one hand, ripping off the mask.

“It’ll be on a submarine and no way to get it,” he laughs, as Tony throws him against the wall.

“All the want for revenge, and you’ve failed to protect… anything, and it will be your downfall.”

Sam drops first, coughing heavily.

“You didn’t think we knew you would come?”

Sam’s vision blurs and he tries to pull himself to stand, holding onto the wall. Clint is next, and Natasha rushes to him.

He looks at her like she’s a ghost and he touches her face.

“Nat?”

Breathing becomes difficult for all of them except Tony and Steve as more smoke and gas heavily sits in the room.

Tony blows the wall, only to be met with more bedrock.

Pogodin laughs.

“We are in the lower recesses of a castle, where do you think you’re going?”

Tony punches him, his anger rising, again and again with his one good arm and swinging fist, until he’s held back by Steve.

“We need to go,” he says urgently, gesturing to the others.

Natasha points weakly upwards, then raises her gun and shoots Pogodin in the head.

.

Tony holds Clint and Natasha under his arms, depositing them into the quinjet with Bruce.

Both unconscious.

Both sweating.

“Help them,” he says, before flying off to help Steve and Sam.

Urgently, he tries to reach Shield.

Jarvis confirms with Fury that the sceptre is in fact gone and anger curls around him.

He returns with Sam and Steve drives in, all of them back together.

“What happened?” Bruce asks, taking their vitals, as the jet takes off.

“Gas,” Steve says glumly.

“Are you okay?” Bruce asks, checking over Sam.

He sits heavily on the seat next to Tony, and rests his head in his hands.

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[ally0ally]

Made by Marvel Week 8:

Kiss in the dark/ What the hell is wrong with you.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60368893

@made-by-marvel-prompts

[daydreamerdrew]

The Incredible Hulk (1968) #276

[winters-hysteria]

mcu smut prompt list----

nsfw below the cut!

some of the prompts are the same, it's just that jesus i need these

rbs and likes appreciated!!

steve rogers

steve giving gentle aftercare to y/n after rough sex

y/n walking into steve masturbating

steve fingering y/n after creampieing them

 y/n chokes steve during sex

y/n is shy and keeps quiet, making steve go rougher to hear them moan

steve eating y/n out

 y/n giving steve a handjob while they're playing minecraft

steve making y/n beg

 y/n straddling steve on their lap

bucky barnes

y/n biting bucky's neck

: bucky handcuffs themself to the bed and makes y/n ride them

bucky pulling y/n aside to a private place

 y/n moans way to loud and bucky has to cover their mouth

bucky got a new toy for y/n

y/n telling bucky how well they're doing

 bucky felt bad and started praising y/n

bucky holding a knife to y/n's throat the entire time until y/n cums

scott lang

scott fucks y/n so hard they cant stand or walk

scott has such a massive shlong that it gives y/n a belly bulge

 scott edging y/n to the point they start crying

scott trying out a new sex position with y/n

 scott making y/n beg

scott chokes y/n during sex

scott teasing y/n with sex toys

scott telling y/n how well they're doing

loki laufeyson

loki walking into y/n masturbating

y/n asking loki if they want to have shower sex

loki putting y/n in front of a mirror

 y/n goes into heat and loki just cant resist their omega in heat

y/n making loki beg

 y/n walking into loki masturbating

y/n chokes loki during sex

y/n holding down loki's hips as they kiss down their body

 y/n going multiple rounds with loki

thor odinson

y/n straddling thor on their lap

thor licks honey off y/n's chest

 y/n moans way to loud and thor has to cover their mouth

thor creampieing y/n

thor teasing y/n with sex toys

 y/n deep throats thor

 thor giving gentle aftercare to y/n after rough sex

sleepy sex with thor

sub!thor being tied up and ridden by y/n

bruce banner

y/n pulling bruce aside to a private place

y/n making bruce beg

bruce fucking y/n in a church

bruce going multiple rounds with y/n

bruce giving gentle aftercare to y/n after rough sex

y/n chokes bruce during sex

bruce fucking y/n in a stall

bruce controls a vibrator while y/n tries to work

clint barton

clint answering the phone (it's laura) while absolutely railing the fuck out of y/n and talking calmly

clint eating y/n out

 clint cutting little hearts in y/n's thighs

clint controls a vibrator while y/n tries to work

clint presses y/n up against a wall

sub!clint begging y/n to let him cum

clint helping y/n undress

clint got a new toy for y/n

clint fingering y/n after creampieing them

[askatrigenderlgbt]

MARVEL PROMPT TIME :D

Prompt: Loki has been an avenger for a few months now, became friends with Clint (He settled their differences and argued that everyone on the avengers got a second chance, so Loki himself should too.), and is making progress making amends with Thor. (Thor has already forgiven Loki, but allows Loki to sort out his feelings and helps him repair damages done.)

One thing about Loki, however, is that he doesn't ever speak up when he needs something he deems a weakness. That being affection, medical attention, or help with anything that confuses him. He seeks nothing out for affection, believing he doesn't deserve it and it makes him weak, he patches himself up after every battle, and if anything confuses him he seeks the knowledge by himself. He just... doesn't understand how to ask for any of it.

One thing that Loki wanted most nowadays was simple, hugs. Loki loves hugs, to be held and feel safe. But more than that, Loki loves to be carried. To be picked up and carried around, held protectively in the person's arms. He missed feeling safe, feeling wanted, although he didn't know how to approach the topic with anyone. So he remained silent about it.

That was until Hulk had picked him up after a battle, when Loki had fractured his knee and was unable to walk. He froze in place with any protests he was about to speak dying in a instant. All the Avengers were immediately concerned, then watched in surprise as Loki calmed down and snuggled up to Hulk. Purring and smiling. Almost in a drunk state, slowly drifting to sleep.

Thor later explains why Loki acted the way he did, throwing in Loki's struggle with being open about what he needs. The Avengers understood everything and unanimously decided to help Loki, by giving him hugs when they could. From Natasha giving Loki a hug from behind, Tony pulling him to cuddle on the couch, to Clint snatching Loki up and carrying him around the tower, no one let Loki feel unsafe or unloved within their home. Cause Loki was family now too.

Fanfic writers please make this a thing!!!!

[songofthefallen]

Avengers Prompt: Asset!Bruce Banner

I have seen so many great fics in which the Avengers need to be prison wardens of Loki, yet I think there is a great opportunity that has been missed (or maybe I just didn't find those fics, never say never) : Bruce Banner in a somewhat similar situation.

Inagine: the military manages to capture Banner and it is decided that the only group capable of keeping him under control are the Avengers.

The Avengers don't want to be wardens, but feel they don't have other options. They make sure furnish a nice room for Banner (and especially Steve doesn't try to think to much about the fact that the walls are bunker-grade and the door only locks from the outside).

They strip down the kitchen a bit (after all, Banner is supposed to be a mad scientist all too happy to engage in reckless experiments) but over all they try for a nice welcome. "You don't cause us problems, and everything stays nice and civil."

Except then there are threats which require the Hulk to be unleashed and the destruction it causes worries the avengers: while Banner has acted mild mannered around them, the hulk seems to consider them enemies.

Banner's confidence in controlling the Hulk doesn't seem great either, and Steve has had to accompany a human Banner back to the tower multiple times by now. (Banner isn't running, not really. He just... wants to drink some tea in a cafe or remind himself of the atmosphere at the University. He is tired.)