Polyvengers sub!Bruce Forbidden Prompt
anon on curious cat asked: I love your works! Especially your Marvel smut ;) Would you ever do some dom/sub with sub!Bruce submitting to the other avengers to help calm down, possibly with collar/leash kink and maybe subdrop?
“Bruce! Are you free?” Thor stepped into Bruce’s lab, one hand hidden behind his back. Bruce pushed his glasses up as he peered up at the God of Thunder from some results that were playing out on the tablet resting on his lap.
“I can be?” Bruce said slowly and Thor bounced over to him like an eager puppy.
“Can you braid my hair? Like you did before? It was most glorious,” Thor held out a brush and turned almost puppy dog-like eyes on the curly brown-haired man.
“Sure Thor, let's do it on the couch.” Bruce smiled as he took the brush, knowing what Thor was really asking of him and he was glad for it.
The two settled on the couch, Bruce sitting on the edge of it and Thor settled between his legs, large hands curled around Bruce’s calves as Bruce slowly began to drag the brush through Thor’s golden hair.
Bruce realized a bit slowly that Thor was humming an Asgardian song under his breath while he rubbed circles on Bruce’s calves in a soothing manner as Bruce worked methodically. This was calming for Bruce, he knew how to do this for Thor blindfolded and it settled something deep inside of his very being and appreciated the God for asking him to do this.
“Better?” Thor rumbled softly as Bruce twisted and pinned the braids into place on the top of Thor’s head.
“Yes, I didn’t realize I needed it but I did, thank you,” Bruce said as Thor rose to his feet, towering over Bruce as per normal.
“We always know and we will always be here,” Thor promised as he leaned down and lightly pressed their lips together sealing his promise. Bruce smiled when their kiss broke and Thor bounced out of his lab, sporting his new braids.
Bruce slumped back against the couch, removing his glasses and placing his hand over his eyes. Braiding Thor’s hair had calmed him, but he carved more, he needed to do more.
Bruce was on his feet and in the elevator to the common floor before he really knew what he was doing. He stumbled a bit coming out of the elevator and something settled in his gut when he saw Natasha lounging on the couch, flipping through a magazine lazily. Clint was sitting on the floor, tongue out in focus as he played a video game.
“Tasha,” Bruce murmured out as he made his way over to the couch.
“Oh Bruce, I’m glad you’re here. I just got back from a mission and my feet are killing me, could you give me a foot rub? Yours are the best, Clint actually can make them worse if you can believe it.” Natasha looked up and started talking when she saw the slightly glazed look in his eyes and the way he was biting at his lower lip nervously. Clint made an offended noise but fell silent when he took in the look on Bruce’s face and smiled encouragingly.
“Yeah, I can do that Tasha,” Bruce sank onto the other side of the couch in relief and smiled shyly at her when she dropped her feet in his lap. She winked at him and went back to her magazine as Bruce carefully dug his thumbs into the arch of her right foot; she hummed as Bruce focused everything he was on massaging her feet in order to follow her orders. Clint muted his video game consideration and Bruce just basked in the presence of both of the SHIELD agents, knowing he was safe with them and he couldn’t help but sink a bit deeper into his own headspace.
“Foot rubs huh?” Tony’s voice pierced the haze that had settled over Bruce’s mind and he slowly blinked and calloused fingers cupped his chin forced his face up. A small, soft smile was on Tony’s face that was peering down at him and Bruce felt an answering one creep up on his own mouth.
“He’s been very good for me,” Natasha crooned softly and Bruce silently preened and nuzzled against Tony’s palm when the genius cupped his cheek.
“You’re always so good for us Bruce, always,” Tony said reverently and Bruce felt his cheeks heat up at the honest praise.
“He did such a good job, way better than me.” Clint piped up from the floor, winking at Bruce who ducked his head shyly.
“Mind if I borrow him Nat, Clint?” Tony asked as he slid his hand down to lightly curl around the back of Bruce’s neck.
“Go ahead, my feet feel much better now. Thank you, Bruce,” Natasha and Bruce shared a soft kiss before Bruce rose to his feet with the aid of Tony’s hand on the back of his neck.
“Of course Tasha,” Bruce said as Tony guided him out of the living area. Clint just waved from his place, knowing from experience that Bruce appreciated his silent presence the most of the time and if Clint could give him that silence then he would.
“How about we go see Steve hm?” Tony crooned as he kept Bruce close to his side and the two of them made it to the secondary living room where Steve was sitting on a loveseat and sketching absently.
“Hi,” Steve smiled when he looked up and spotted the two of them and set down his sketch pad when he spotted the glazed look on Bruce’s face and Tony’s hand on his neck.
“Can I draw you today?” Steve asked as he held his hand out to Bruce, who allowed Steve to tow him forward so he was standing between the soldier’s thighs and shuddered softly when Steve planted his hands on his hips.
“I would like that,” Bruce wet his lips and turned his head to the side when he heard a lock click and metal slide. Tony turned back to them with a familiar black leather collar and matching leash in his hand.
Bruce couldn’t help but sink to his knees between Steve’s thighs and let his head fall back, exposing his throat for Tony or Steve to lock the collar into place.
Tony knelt down beside Bruce and gently eased the soft leather band around Bruce’s waiting neck and the small click of the lock closing echoed in the room. Tony caressed the collar for a moment and kissed Bruce just as tenderly as the others had. When Tony pulled back, he clipped the leash into place and rose to his feet and tugged lightly on the leash.
Bruce exhaled in a loud rush of air and swayed up onto his feet and closed his eyes as the last bit of power he had was taken away as Tony led him over to the couch across from Steve’s loveseat.
Tony settled on the couch and with a knowing smile, he tugged on the leash until Bruce was lying on his side with his head on Tony’s lap.
“Good boy,” Tony crooned as he began to run his fingers through Bruce’s curls. Bruce blushed at the words and closed his eyes as he settled into the sensation of the collar snug around his throat and Tony’s fingers in his hair.
The room was filled with the soft sounds of Steve’s pencil moving over the paper of his sketch pad and Tony softly humming an old Italian lullaby under his breath, one he only sang when he was with Bruce like this.
Bruce settled deep inside of himself, both himself and the Hulk were calm and peaceful. The two were totally in sync with the other and both basking happily in the soft domination he got from the others. Bruce was content to stay like this for as long as the others wanted him to be, he knew at the end of days like this he would end up in on of Tony’s large beds in the middle of what Tony likes to call a ‘puppy pile’ and he always looked forward to that part of the night.
Bruce finally managed to get his mind to quiet down to a dull hum and with a soft noise, he sank into the final bit of his headspace that he had been carving since Thor had entered his lab with that brush. He was lost in himself and didn’t notice the pleased smiles Steve and Tony exchanged before settling back into their roles for that afternoon, content to stay like this for as long as Bruce needed.
