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[saynotoshityouhate]

^^me charging in and seeing a whole bunch of reads and notes on my Professor Hulk fic “For Science”

Check out the five chapter series here!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

You can find a few more Bruce Banner/Hulk/Professor Hulk pieces in my Masterlist!

Thanks for reading! xoxo, SNTSYH

[writteninworship]

Full Court Press (NBA!Kylo Ren x Reader) - Part 2

A collaborative fic by @weareallstoriesintheend & @saynotoshityouhate

Link to Part 1

AU Inspo: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdpBEY21/

Words: 2832

Summary: You found yourself in the Tie Fighters locker room after the game with the one and only Kylo Ren. You quickly realize he didn’t invite you here just to give you an autograph.

Warnings: Smut, Fingering (f receiving), Pet Names (good girl, Princess), PIV Shower Sex, Kylo Ren is a bit of an arrogant dick.

His lips tugged and sucked at yours relentlessly, his tongue sliding languidly into your mouth. For the first couple of seconds you were frozen, unsure of how to respond to the Kylo Ren kissing you without even so much as a word. But as he deepened the kiss further, lowering his hands to your waist to tug you into the curve of his body you caved. You relaxed into him, momentarily forgetting where you were, humming a quiet moan and you felt him smile.

All of a sudden, coming back your senses, you pulled back and pushed him away from you with hands flat on his broad chest, “What the fuck are you doing?” you exclaimed with a little less anger than you’d been hoping for.

He continued to smile at you letting his eyes roam over your body, your chest heaved anxiously as you sucked air into your lungs in an effort to calm yourself.

As you took a step back he followed you, it struck you as odd that his movements didn’t feel predatory… they felt intriguing.

You took a second to take him in as he loomed before you; his shirt was off, ditched somewhere behind him, and his shorts hung low on his hips. Sweat was dripping between his impressive pecs and you could see him clenching his fists at his sides causing the veins in his forearms to bulge. Your eyes lingered on the twisting patterns of his tattoos that slunk down his left arm, shamefully the sight of them alone made your cunt throb.

“A-Answer my question” you internally rolled your eyes as your voice stuttered, you were hoping for something a little more commanding and he knew it.

“Kissing you” he stated, “What does it look like I’m doing?”

You went to speak but stopped dead as he took another step, levelling himself with you and staring down. “I’m a stranger” you whispered, a little nervous of his intentions with you in this empty locker room.

Suddenly you were shoved with considerable force back into the wall, his forearm across your chest holding you still. His lips dropped close to your ear and he let out a quiet growl under his breath, “You think I didn’t notice?” he asked, voice teasing and amused “You think I was too focused on the game to see the way you were looking at me?”

“Maybe that’s why you lost?” you looked up at him with wide innocent eyes, raising the pitch of your voice just a little and lifting a questioning eyebrow.

His eyes blew dark and he growled once more pushing you impossibly further back into the cold wall. Before you could say anything further he grabbed you by your shoulders and pushed you into one of the cubbies, sitting you down on the bench below where his clearly expensive clothes were hung. As you dropped onto the bench with force you could hear the row of neatly stacked watches clatter, you flinched in case they fell knowing all too well that even just one was probably worth more than your yearly salary.

You looked up at him as he towered over you, he pressed one hand up above you, leaning down ever so slightly as he ran his fingertips along your jaw. Taking a tight grip he forced you to look up at him, “Don’t take your eyes off me.”

He let go of your jaw and trailed one finger down your neck, slowly in between your breasts and over your stomach. You resisted the urge to visibly shudder at the seductive way he was treating you.

His dexterous fingers flicked the button of your jeans open and slowly pulled the zip. He smirked as the rise and fall of your chest quickened and your legs opened just a little.

“Tell me to stop” he whispered, leaning down so that his face was level with yours, breath ghosting over your face. You gulped heavily and shook your head.

He chuckled low in his chest and smiled, “So willing to fuck a complete stranger?” he asked, “Such a little whore.”

You whimpered quietly as you felt him slip his hands past the tight material of your jeans and play with the soft cotton of your underwear. His face was plastered in a smirk, “I love how you respond to me.”

As he spoke he slipped his fingers into your underwear, feeling and pressing into your cunt. You moaned brokenly as he slid his fingers over your clit.

“So wet for me already” he chuckled before leaning forward and capturing your trembling lips in a deep kiss. You let out another pathetic whimper at the soft, delicious slide of his tongue into your mouth. His skilled fingers picked up their pace against your clit causing you to let out a muffled moan. Kylo let out his own moan as he heard your hands slap down onto the wood seat beneath you and grip the edge tightly; arrogantly enjoying just how much his touch was affecting you.

You gasped his name into his lips as his fingers lightly traced your throbbing clit. His eyes watched you hungrily; he leant back and used his free hand to brush back a curl of hair that had fallen loose from the tight top-knot he’d wrestled his thick locks into. Instead of leaning back into the wall he crouched in front of you, slipping his fingers down from your clit to push two inside you.

Gasping at the sensation that filled you, impossibly thick fingers stroking along your walls, your spine tingled with electricity. The sensation caused you to tilt your head back and your eyelashes to flutter gently closed.

You reached forward and grabbed his forearm in desperation, “Kylo” you whined, bucking your hips into his hand causing the heel of his palm to brush against your clit.

“So the question is…” he began, his voice low and teasing “…do I make you cum on my fingers or on this?”

You opened your eyes just a little to look up and you saw him palming his hard cock through his shorts and you clenched hard around his fingers. Openly laughing he curled his fingers slightly inside of you, “Question answered”

Grabbing you by the wrists he roughly pulled you to your feet, he began to tug your clothes from your body. As you kicked off your shoes and lifted your blouse over your head, in fear he’d rip it, he bent down and pulled your jeans and underwear down your legs. You reached behind you and unclasped your bra as you watched him shimmy his shorts and underwear down. A quiet gasp was all the sound you could make at the sight of his blushed red hard cock bobbing against his stomach.

You squealed as he abruptly picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and walking off into a tiled room you presumed was the showers. He placed you down on unsteady feet before turning on the shower with a twist of the handle. Warm water began cascading down over his body; you followed the water droplets that dripped down his soft tanned skin with your fingertips. Kylo turned towards you sighing as the water flowed down his back, probably soothing some aching muscles.

You carded your hands up into his messy long hair tugging it loose from the knot it was tied in. Pulling him down you guided him to that spot behind your ear that made you shudder, instantly you felt him smile into your neck and he pressed a tantalizingly soft kiss to that spot.

“Just here?” he asked, his deep voice reverberating through you.

You nodded frantically and he smiled against you once again letting out a cocky chuckle. His plush lips sucked hard at the sensitive skin causing a moan to erupt from low in your chest. A combination of the touch of his lips and the warm stream of water caused a rush of heat to climb up your body from your toes and you let out a fractured whine, “More...please?”

Without giving you a chance to even take a breath he bent down and hooked his arms under your thighs, hoisting you haphazardly to tuck your legs around him. Kylos body felt even bigger like this, caging you against the wall, it felt like every inch of your skin was being touched by his. Dipping his head he captured your pebbled nipples in his mouth, one after the other, stroking his tongue over the hardening buds. Your clit ached with a hard pulse as you felt a rush of wetness, feeling overcome with so much him.

He began pressing his full lips into your neck again; sucking and licking his way around the soft skin eliciting gasp after gasp from your open lips. As he pressed his hips further into you his cock, pulsing between you, slid up the slit of your dripping wet cunt and his tip bumped against your clit. The feeling sent shockwaves through you both and his hands slipped a little. You gasped his name as you slid a little down the wall, he lifted you back up and rutted into you again.

“So beautiful” he murmured and when your eyes focused on him, a flash of heat crept up to your cheeks when you saw his expression. He was staring down at your cunt with a look that could only be described as starvation. You whimpered and squirmed when he suddenly dipped forward, his lips just barely touching yours. When you leant to capture them he pulled back with a cocky grin.

“You seem to like asking questions…so ask me.”

“P-please?” you pleaded quietly, unsure exactly what he wanted you to say. He didn’t respond and just continued to look at you with an expectant raised eyebrow.

“Please Kylo? … I want you inside me. Please make me feel good.” you begged quietly, suddenly worried people may hear you even over the rush of the shower.

He groaned as he bumped your clit again and again with the flushed tip of his cock. You felt him tease your hole with it as you linked your legs around him harder pulling him into you. He paused, taking a second to catch your eye contact; you nodded, giving him permission.

Finally you felt Kylo harshly push his cock inside of you, not giving you time to adjust to the stretch. With one snap of his hips he bottomed out, connecting his hips with yours, and you dug your nails into his biceps with a cry. The feeling of him instantly overwhelming you with how full you felt, your head flung back hitting the tile with a smack. He stilled himself, breathing heavily into your wet hair as you whimpered for him.

“Kylo, f-fuck… move please” you begged bucking your hips up into him, desperate to feel the drag of him against yours walls again.

“You sure, Princess?” he laughed.

“Yes!” you pleaded looking at him with wide doe eyes. He bent and kissed you before pulling out of you slowly and plunging back inside. You cried out loudly, eyes rolling back.

You felt yourself getting louder and louder as he continued to firmly thrust into you, making sure you took every inch of him as your legs held him in a death grip. You felt him shuffling and realised he was moving to hold you with one arm.

The thought that his wide, muscled body was able to hold you up with only one arm and the weight of his body pressing you against the wall made you clench around him. His free hand came up to clap over your mouth muffling your cries, “Stay quiet for me, can’t have anybody ruining our fun” he grunted into your ear.

Your cunt clenched at his words, feeling your stomach tighten, and he groaned at the sensation. He picked up his pace, rutting into you hard and you winced at the slam of your hips and lower back against the unforgiving tiled wall.

“That’s it. Good girl, you take me so good.”

You whimpered, your desperation was overpowering; you felt like you were drowning all the while he was calm, thrusting hard and deep in your dripping cunt. Your fingernails began digging harsh red lines into his shoulders as you feel yourself getting closer to cumming. Your hands pull his sopping hair in a harsh grip, there was nothing sweet or loving about the two of you right now, this was pure, vicious need.

His own thrusts began to stutter and you manage to brokenly moan out his name, gathering yourself as much as you could and sucking in deep breaths “Fuck, please cum for me!”

“Not until you give me what I want, Princess. Show me how I make you feel.”

You can tell by the tone of his voice that he’s gritting his teeth as he grunts into the crux of your neck. He pulls up slightly and you unscrew your eyes to look at him; water from the shower was dripping down his forehead and slicking back his hair, his pupils were blown wide and his face was flushed a pretty pink – it was the most sinfully erotic thing you’d ever seen.

The grip over your mouth released and you felt him move his hand down your body between the two of you and lightly brush your clit. You cry out, head back and eyes closed again. He began to stroke firm circles over your clit in time with his thrusts whilst he coaxed you in that captivatingly low tone that comes from deep within his chest, “That’s it beautiful girl, I don’t care who hears you now. Let them hear what I can do to you. Cum for me.”

You felt your orgasm rush over you like fire licking your skin. You arched up, breasts pressing into his chest, scratching your nails down his biceps as you grabbed him wildly. Body wracking against him as you shout his name.

However he doesn’t give you a second longer to come down from your overstimulated state before he’s gripping your thighs with both hands and pummelling his hips into yours. His cock feels like it’s in your ribcage as he urges himself towards cumming.

You whimper and plead with him, tear-filled eyes holding his gaze as he grunts and curses. All of a sudden his furrowed eyebrows raise and he screws his eyes shut, you feel his hips falter and he cums with a shout, gripping your legs tightly and rutting himself into you.

After a few seconds of heavy breathing into your neck he reaches down and turns off the shower. You slide down his body as his hands release you.

Kylo grips your chin once you are down on your feet and tugs you into a heavy kiss, “Get dressed” he says against your lips. He walks away from you a little to toss you a towel from the basket in the locker room.

You sigh, muscles throbbing and legs shaking as you dry yourself down. Your throat stung from the strain of your cries and your hands felt like they were vibrating as they patted the towel against your skin.

As you make your way back into the locker room, drying the ends of your hair, you watch intently as he slips himself into dark trousers, a smart shirt and adjusts one of the impressive silver watches around his thick wrist.

Keeping your eyes lingering on him you pull your own clothes back on and take a seat to pull your shoes on.

“I want you here, after every game. You’re mine. You hear me? Mine.”

You nodded, your throat too sore to speak.

“I’ll have my assistant leave tickets at will call. No underwear next time. Now get out of here, out the side door. I have a press conference to get to.”

You stood, grabbing your things, avoiding his gaze. As you headed to the door, Kylo grabbed your wrist, pulling you back towards him. You stumbled into him, bracing yourself against his chest. Not daring to meet his gaze, you looked at your feet.

“Look at me.” Lifting your chin with one finger, a finger that had just been deep inside you, your eyes met his. “Mine, princess. All mine.”

He lowered to your level, placing a chaste kiss against your lips, eyes remaining open and on yours.

“Go.” He let go, backing away from you, taking one last look at your body as you scurried away.

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“Kylo, you seem in a great mood for someone who had one of the worst performances of his career. What’s going through your head right now?”

Kylo smirked, winking at the journalist in the front row who asked the question. “Let’s just say, I found my good luck charm. I’ll see you next week.”

[jynzandtonic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marriage Story (2019) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Charlie Barber/Reader, Charlie Barber/You, Charlie Barber & You Characters: Charlie Barber, Henry Barber (Marriage Story) Additional Tags: Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Divorce, Post-Divorce, Crying Summary: You’re a barista at a local coffee shop, frequented by the handsome theater director a few blocks down. You become friends as he goes through a nasty divorce. This one shot is a set of short scenes, like a play, showing the highlights of your relationship throughout a year.

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IF ANYONE NEEDS ME I’LL BE WEEPING OVER THIS WONDERFUL STORY THAT @saynotoshityouhate​ GIFTED ME 😭💖

[lavenderursa]

📙

Hello there!

Umm I have a super self-indulgent one that I will never share but have spoken to @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather about.

I even made a moodboard for it.

Wizard!Clyde Logan x Witch!Reader

They are married and very much an American version of the Weasleys!

RC is a very skilled witch who is madly enough with her husband, Clyde. He’s so much like Mr. Weasley in that he loves muggle/no-mage artifacts and folklore. He’s always able to debunk things that are attributed to meddling beasts. He personally knows Bigfoot and they had a good laugh at his retelling of the his infamous sighting.

They dote over each other endlessly while living in their modest cottage that is perfect for them and tucked away in the woods.

Anywho, I have a bunch of other thoughts but I’ll keep them to myself. It all lives rent free in my mind.

Thank you for asking!

[agirlwhoisaphantom]

Do you think Bucky has any tattoos? If so - what and where?

He would have so many. 100% he does have tattoos. [yes, I provided pictures for some of them]

He would have a rose tattoo behind his left ear. It would be semi-big to where the stem of the rose would be on the top of his neck. But would be hidden if he had long hair. And whenever he would place his hair in a bun or cut his hair to show his tattoo.

Underneath his collarbone on his chest, he would have a date tattooed on him in Roman Numerals. When he would wear white muscle shirts, and you can see that tattoo peep through.

Bucky's forearm would be wrapped in tattoos. In that wrap, it would contact a skull tattoo with a snake coming out of one of the eyes, and the snake would go around the arm. As the snakes wrap around, there would be a broken half clock with roman numerals just above his wrist. He would also have hearts, spades, clubs, and diamonds tattoo. And because he didn't want to leave any space as a filler background, it would be angel wings. And to tease you, whenever you two would be somewhere fancy or on a date, he would intentionally roll up his sleeves.

On his bicep, he would have a simple wolf tattoo. Underneath it, he would have a forest armband tattoo.

Also if he had the chance he would 100% have a sleeve.

[saynotoshityouhate]

Moonlight

Summary: Your partner, Commander Mills, is being called away on a mission. One last snuggle before he leaves.

Word Count: 543

Tags: pet names (moonlight), fluff

Author’s Note: We don’t know anything about Commander Mills yet, but I’m taking the head canon from the trailer and running with it.

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Commander Mills, please report to the flight deck at 0800.

Mills groaned, pulling the pillow over his head. He didn’t want to leave on this particular mission. It was for too long, too far away, and he was leaving you behind.

You hated when he left. The vastness of space was too large to even comprehend with him gone. He grounded you, holding your feet on the ground when your anxiety threatened to drag you off into the atmosphere. He was your gravity, your north star, and without him the universe felt endless and empty. You rolled over, curling up against his bare, broad chest. “Don’t go…” you mumbled into his collarbone.

“I have to…you know that. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.” Mills kissed the top of your head, the rough scratch of his facial hair on your forehead sent goosebumps down your spine. “You know I’ll come right back to you. I always do.” Mills had commanded a ship for many years, he was good at his job. Meeting you, someone who needed softness and warmth, changed him. He often needed to remind himself that you were not his flight team - you didn’t need him as a disciplinarian, or a leader. You needed him as a partner, an equal. He relaxed his shoulders, pulling you closer to him. This wasn’t the time for Commander Mills. Just Mills.

“But..what if…” you look up at him, doe eyed, and before you can finish, he interrupts.

“No buts, moonlight. I will always come back to you.”

Mills reached over to the bedside table, fumbling for his watch. His hands were not made for delicate work, so you offered yours to assist him in putting on the timepiece, laying a gentle kiss at the clasp once you had finished. Your fingers danced between the freckles and moles that littered his chest like constellations. “Remind me again, when I miss you…where do I look?”

He chuckled, you were so strong and brave when you needed to be. Nothing made him happier than taking care of you, however. “Find the brightest star in the night sky, and then close your eyes. Even when your eyes are closed, you’ll still be able to see it. Just like how I’m always with you. And before long, I’ll return. I promise.” You sigh. You knew this. You’d gone through this routine with him numerous times.

Mills rolled out of bed, heading into the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. You pulled the blankets up and around you, pulling the soft fabric to your nose. Your eyes fluttered closed, breathing in the scent of his sleeping form, committing it to memory.

Commander Mills, please report to the flight deck.

The sound of the intercom echoed in your ears. The bathroom door opened, revealing Mills in his uniform. He looked so handsome. Your eyes prickled with tears as you removed yourself from the warmth of the bedsheets, padding on bare feet over to him. On tiptoes, you threw your arms around his shoulders and kissed him, your lips pressing into his every ounce of faith you had in him returning to you.

“Promise me? One more time?”

“I promise you, moonlight. I’ll always come back to you.”

[saynotoshityouhate]

For Science Ch. 5

Ch. 1 // Ch. 2 // Ch. 3 // Ch. 4

Words: 1781

Tags: angst, love, neediness, bathtub sex, he’s too big but (spoiler) we make it work.

It had been three days. Three long, agonizing days since Bruce slammed the front door and ran away. Yesterday he sent a text, asking if he could come home. Seeing his name light up your screen made your heart jump, so happy to know he was safe and coming back to you. You responded with an enthusiastic yes.

He’d never left like this before - you’d never had a fight or had a moment where his emotions took over so badly. Of course you’d welcome him back, you’d never worried he would hurt you. Not anymore - not since he’d found this new happy medium between his two personas. Bruce clearly wasn’t as confident.

It was hard having him gone for those first few days of your new job at the university, and you’d wished he’d been there to laugh at some of the silly mistakes you had made. His bellowing chuckles were some of your favorite noises in the world.

Pulling up the driveway after classes were through, you saw Bruce’s car parked back in its normal place. Your stomach flipped, unsure what to expect, although you were mostly excited to see him.

You quietly opened the back door, walking into the kitchen. Taking off your heels, you heard soft, muffled classical music and smelled lavender and citrus. You smiled, heading straight to the master bath. The door was cracked open slightly, and you could see the warm glow of candles dancing across the shiny tile walls.

You knocked quietly on the door and pushed it open gently, just enough to stick your head inside. “Bruce?”

Bruce’s head was resting against the cool tile behind him, his eyes closed and his breathing regular. He must have just fallen asleep, his large frame filling most of the oversized jacuzzi tub. “Bruce?” You whispered again, awakening him from his dream. His warm eyes met yours, taking a moment to focus and register that you were really there. “Y/N, I -“ Bruce rested his hands on the side of the tub, beginning to push himself up to greet you. “No, no - stay there, you look so peaceful.” You nervously played with the hem of your untucked blouse.

“May I?” You lifted your hands to the top buttons of your blouse, pausing for Bruce’s approval. His adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he nodded, adjusting his dark glasses up the bridge of his nose. You proceeded in unbuttoning your crisp white shirt, setting it off to the side. Your back was turned to the submerged Bruce, but you knew the slight shimmy of your hips as you stepped out of your skirt and panties would excite him.

You backed yourself over to the edge of the tub, presenting your back to Bruce. He loved unclasping your bra for you. He took pride in being able to do it with just a flick of his finger, and seeing the tension leave your back and shoulders filled him with warmth. You moved the straps down your shoulders and dropped it to the floor, reveling in the ease of domestic life with Bruce - even in this uncomfortable silence.

Lowering yourself into the bubbles across from him, you sighed. The last few days had been hard on you, you were worried about Bruce, had started your new job, and had been brainstorming on ways to reverse your boyfriend’s physical predicament. You stretched your legs out in front of you, resting them against Bruce’s thighs. He took one foot in his large hand, rubbing the arch with gentle pressure. Your eyes fluttered closed at the wonderful release.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry for how I reacted.” Bruce’s eyes were cast downwards in shame. “I was so upset with myself, I didn’t want to risk anything happening…” You interrupted him. “No, I overreacted. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m just happy you’re back.” You poked him with your other foot, asking him to do the same magic there as well.

“Where did you go?” You asked timidly, not sure you really wanted to know the answer. “I just went to the tower - Tony left my room as-is…just in case.” You made a noise of acknowledgement, your fingers idly playing with the bubbles that adorned your chest.

“I never stopped thinking about you.” Bruce extended a hand, inviting you to come closer. You accepted, allowing him to pull you onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I was scared, Bruce.” He held your face in his hand, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “I’m sorry. It’ll never happen again.”

You kissed him fiercely, as if you wanted him to stop talking before he gave any excuses or reasons to leave again. You couldn’t help the whimpers leaving your chest, three days was a long time for you two to be apart.

Bruce’s cock throbbed against you, eliciting a groan from the large man. “I missed you so much,” he mumbled, nipping and sucking at your neck and collar bone. Moving to straddle his waist, Bruce’s hands found your hips, helping hold you steady.

“I wanna try - I think I can do it - I wanna try.” You ground your hips against his hardening length, your breaths already ragged and uneven. You knew it would hurt, but you wanted to do this for him. You were certainly wet enough. “No, I don’t wanna hurt you, don’t-“

You had your mind made up. Your much smaller hand took Bruce’s from his waist, bringing it to your core. “Stretch me out, please. I need you.” He could never resist you. Slowly inserting one large digit, knuckle by knuckle, his eyes were trained on you, closely monitoring for any inkling of pain or discomfort. You were feeling nothing of the sort. Your head was thrown back, the stretch sending delicious shockwaves through your limbs.

“One more, please” you breathed. “Y/N, I-“ You shot him a look, like daggers from your irises. “One. More. Please.” Bruce sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. He adjusted his fingers, slowly adding a second, drawing a moan from deep inside you. “I think - I think I’m ready. Please - give it to me? Let me make you feel good. Please?”

“Baby, I’m not sure about this. Let’s just start here, you’re taking me so well, maybe next time, we gotta take it slow.” You whined, loudly, and bucked your hips down onto his two, thick fingers. The water of the tub splashed over the edge. “Don’t wan’ take it slow, Bruce. Wan’ you - your cock. Puhleeeaase, Bruce.”

“The minute anything starts to hurt, you have to tell me, okay? Promise?” You nodded your head vigorously before pulling him closer and kissing him in gratitude. Bruce slowly removed his digits, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing but the bath water.

Bruce’s eyes were dark with lust, but still maintained the warmth of his concern for you. He held your gaze as he aligned himself with your opening. Every millimeter seemed to take an hour, your breath hitching in your throat as you stretched further to accommodate him. Bruce held your hips tightly, trying to maintain control and composure as you took him so well. It had been years since he felt the velvety warmth of a woman around him.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he continued to move slowly and methodically. You focused on your breathing, in through your nose, out through your mouth - pushing out whines and whimpers along the way. You attempted to hide your face in the crook of his neck, but Bruce pushed you back, wanting to keep an eye on you. “You’re doing so well, my girl, look at you.”

Looking down, you expected to see that he had completely bottomed out inside you, but there was plenty more left to go. His hand held the base, not allowing you to go any further, if that was even possible. You smiled up at him, so proud of yourself, feeling so full.

Bruce’s heart swelled - and he could finally relax knowing you were okay…better than okay really. You began to rock your hips, exploring your body’s limits, feeling the push and pull of Bruce against your walls. It was worth the effort.

You established a comfortable rhythm, riding him slowly, but forcefully. The waves of now lukewarm water splashed around you, adding to the symphony of delicious noises you both were making - the feelings sending you both into nonverbal bliss. Bruce began to tense, and you weren’t far behind. The only one with a free hand, you reached down to access your clit, quickly sending shockwaves of pleasure ripping through you. You clenched down on Bruce’s girth as you climaxed, sending him over the edge with you. His guttural growl sent vibrations through your skin as he filled you up for the very first time. You collapsed into him, every muscle giving out from the pain and exertion.

Bruce held your weakened body in his arms, both of you exhausted beyond belief. The tub had turned cold and you began to shiver. Concerned, he held you tightly with one arm while he used the other to push himself out of the bath. You clung tightly to his neck as he walked you to the bedroom. Placing your down gently, he dried you off with a towel and handed you your robe to snuggle up into before returning to clean up the bathroom. Once you were dressed, you crawled back to the pillows aligned neatly on your bed and waited for Bruce to return.

Wrapped up in your fluffy robe, you nuzzled into Bruce’s chest. “Can I ask you a question?” Your fingers idly traced his chest, droplets of water still gripping the coarse hairs on his sternum. Bruce grunted in the affirmative, his eyelids were heavy the minute his head hit the pillow. “If you could, you know, switch back. Would you?”

Bruce hummed. “I mean, I’ve thought about it. Done some basic calculations, consulted with colleagues…but that was all before.”

“Before what?” You whispered, tipping your head to look up at him, his eyes still closed gently.

“Before you. Before our life together. Before I saw the way your eyes light up when I enter a room. You read about that sort of thing in books, right? But I never knew it was real. And me? Of all people? In this state?” You sat up, captivated by his words, tears welling up and blurring your vision. His eyes met yours, one hand tracing your spine, while the other held yours.

“So no. I’m not interested in changing back. I am Bruce Banner, I am the Hulk, and I love you.”

[saynotoshityouhate]

And because I have no chill. Hulk is in a RAGE but reader is the only thing that can calm him down. She’s there for him. Soothes the beast and they cuddle 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Come Back to Us

Words: 1485

Tags: so much angst and crying and anger

Hi @ladyinwriting18 - I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to combine this ask with your other one about Reader being pregnant. I think it works well together and I hope you’ll agree! Special thanks to @kylospumpkin for baby name help.

Steve lead you down the long white hallway, one hand on the small of your back, almost pushing you to the door at the very end. You wiped a few tears from your eyes. You never liked this part. It never got any easier.

“If it makes you feel any better, he really did great out there. We were in and out in half the time thanks to him.” You shot Steve a glare. “No, it doesn’t make me feel better, Steve. He said he was done.” Steve sighed. “I’m sorry, y/n. I really am. But we needed him for the mission.” You had reached the door, which Steve had held open for you to enter first. “This is the last one, Steve. I can’t risk him leaving anymore.” You placed your hands on your swollen belly. Steve reached out to place his hand on your stomach. “How is my little niece doing in there?” You slapped his hand away and pushed past him. “Don’t touch me.”

You were furious. You and Bruce had agreed that if you ever got pregnant, he’d hang up his job with The Avengers for good. But then Steve called, begging for one last team up. You sobbed, clutching him by the shirt, begging him not to go. Your husband, the hero. Saving the world, one horrific, mind and body altering, dangerous mission at a time. Your fury towards Bruce leaving his six months pregnant wife alone was only softened by the fact that you were more furious at Steve for convincing him to go. Bruce didn’t want to go. He was scared, worried something would happen to you or the baby and he wouldn’t be there. He was worried he’d get stuck as Hulk and never come back. He had cried as hard as you had, imagining a life where he never got to meet his daughter. And yet - he left anyway.

Entering the observation room, you nodded at the familiar faces, men and women in lab coats, watching monitors and reading charts. You spotted Tony at the far end of the room, who swooped in and gave you a peck on the cheek. “How’s he doing?” You couldn’t bear to look through the double sided mirror where your husband, in his Hulk-form, was being held. Tony gripped your shoulder. “It’s a lot tougher this time. None of our usual attempts to bring him back have even made a dent. He won’t even let Steve go in there without making a racket.” You shuffled your feet. “Has he - well, did he ask -“ Tony smiled. “The only word he will say is ‘baby.’”

Tears filled your eyes as you turned your body to the mirrored wall next to you. He couldn’t see you - but you could see him. The walls were white and padded with harsh fluorescent lighting. Bruce’s lumbering mass paced back and forth, his back was hunched and brow furrowed. He’d punch the walls on either end, mumbling to himself before slumping against a wall, sliding down to sit. He looked defeated. And that’s when he made the noise. A noise so feral, so earthshaking, and so fucking sad, you couldn’t help but sob. Tony wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close to his side as your body wracked with pain.

At the far end of Bruce’s cell was an enclosure made of an extra strong transparent material, used for visitors or medical personnel. That was where you’d be heading next. You wiped your face with your sleeve before taking a deep breath. He didn’t like seeing you upset, it made him more angry. Tony rubbed your back. “Ready, kiddo?” He licked his thumb and wiped a few smudges of mascara off of your cheeks. You nodded, exhaling any remaining worry or doubt. You’d done this before. You could do it again. One last time.

Tony walked you around the corner to another door which lead to the enclosure. As you grabbed the doorknob, Tony whispered. “He loves you, y/n, and that kid, more than anything in the world. He’ll come back.” You smiled up at him. He was always so kind to you, and to Bruce. “He has to, Tony.” You turned back to the door, slowly opening it and stepping inside.

Bruce’s eyes widened as he saw you standing before him. He popped up from the floor. “Baby. Baby. Baby.” You swallowed back your tears as he lumbered towards you. You placed one hand on your belly, the other on the glass in front of you. “Yes, Bruce, Baby. She’s right here. Everything is okay.” Bruce extended his hand to touch yours, separated by the thick, indestructible glass. His eyes met yours, wide and full of concern - they were Bruce’s eyes, although now set in a face that was weathered and battered and green. “You have to come back to us, Bruce. I need you. We both need you. Me and baby.” Bruce looked down to your stomach. “Baby? Where baby! Baby!” He was angry, pounding his fists on the enclosure. You stood tall and strong. You couldn’t let him scare you, or he’d shrink farther into himself.

“Bruce? Darling. Look at me.” You extended both hands out in front of you, asking him to mimic your movements. He calmed, meeting your eyes and extending his hands. “Bruce - the sun is going down. It’s getting really low.” You crouched down, difficult in your current state, but you did it for him. “Come on, Bruce. Sun’s getting low. Come with me!” Bruce followed your lead, sitting in front of you, hands still extended and dragging along the glass. “Baby.” Bruce mumbled. “Yes, Bruce, baby. You have to come back to us, my love. Please.” Your voice cracked the smallest amount, which made your stomach drop. Luckily he was too focused on your belly to notice. You moved both hands to your stomach and tried to meet Bruce’s gaze, although he was currently mesmerized.

“Bruce, this is your daughter. We don’t know what to name her yet. Before you left, we had discussed a few ideas. Do you want to hear them?” Bruce looked up at you, eyes wide and scared. “Baby.” You smiled. “Yes, baby. You want to name her after a famous scientist, like Marie Curie, or Ruth, after Ruth Bader Ginsburg.” Bruce shook his head. “I agree - and I’ll hold you to that.” You laughed, which in turn made Bruce smile wide across his face. “I like the names Eden or Olive, short and sweet and reminds me of our honeymoon in Italy. Do you remember?” Bruce tilted his head to the side. “We stayed in this little cottage in the countryside, with a beautiful garden full of olive trees in the back. Our little Garden of Eden.” You sniffed back a tear. “We would sit back there and watch the sunset. You, holding me tight, as the sun got lower and lower in the sky.”

Bruce grunted, moving his hands from the glass to his face. “Baby. Baby!” He yelled, moving up to a standing position. It was happening. You stood as quickly as your body would allow. Hands moved back to the glass. “You can do it, darling. Please, Bruce.” You let out a soft sob. Bruce started hitting his head with his fists. “Baby. Baby. Eden. Baby.” You were fully sobbing at this point. “Yes, Bruce. Baby Eden. Please come back. She needs her dad. Please.” Bruce fell to the floor, collapsing into the fetal position, moaning and groaning and convulsing. The glass in front of you was littered in your tears, which had flown out of your eyes in your sorrow. And then, like magic, the green hue faded away, the sheer magnitude dissolved and all that remained was your husband.

Now it was you banging on the glass. “TONY LET ME OUT NOW - LET ME OUT!” You screamed and pounded and sobbed. You needed to get in there, to be with him and hold him and comfort him as he came back to earth. A buzzer sounded and the glass before you opened, allowing you to run as fast as your legs would carry you into the padded room.

You fell at your husband’s side, carefully reaching out to touch him. He shuddered and shuffled away from your touch. “Bruce, my love, it’s me. It’s just me. You’re safe.” Bruce opened his eyes, looking at you with that same expression. You reached out to touch his face. “You’re here.” He croaked, voice hoarse from the Hulk’s earlier screaming fits. “We both are, and we both are safe.” You moved one hand down his arm, grabbing his hand and placing it on your belly. She kicked, causing Bruce to look up at you with sheer joy and awe. “Did he - did we name her…Eden?” You smiled, beginning to cry again. “Yes, Bruce. Your daughter’s name is Eden.”