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[writingviv04]

Hello! I was wondering if you would write a fic where the reader is a host for a symbiote like venom or carnage and Bruce Banner found her when she was trying to figure out how to deal with an alien parasite? They end up with a father daughter dynamic and she's kept a secret but then something happens where everyone on the team finds out or she has to save Bruce? It could also be an avenger x reader fic (obv just not Bruce lol) if you felt like including it. Enjoy your break and wonderful writing! <3

We Are All Freaks Here

Host Venom! Reader x Banner (Platonic!) Avengers x Reader

CW- Thor is a flirt, Reader struggles with powers, angsty but happy ending, I use ‘y/n’ one time- i’m sorry

Not proof read :)

Word Count- 2,363

The world was not prepared for aliens. They were just some silly story that existed in freaky movies and comic books. Right? They didn’t exist. I believed that too! Really, I did. That is, until an alien decided to make its home in my body. Yeah buttercup, buckle up.

I furiously shake, my whole body trembling uncontrollably as I feel a black ink pour over my mind. I feel it spindle around my every nerve, weaving its way through my blood.

What is happening to me?

I decide that it’s probably just an extreme case of the heebie-jeebies. Yeah that’s all it is. I got a little too carried away in my nerdy interest and well, that led me to a weird, supposedly “haunted” library. Super cool, but also super dangerous. Extraterrestrial activity and unexplainable events had been reported from this very spot on more than one occasion. I had to see it! But I really should learn that when caution tape is strung in an intense web around a place, you probably shouldn’t go in.

Surely, I just got a little scared and my body is not functioning with all this adrenaline, right? After all, I’d been creeping around in here for a while and that was bound to get to somebody. I grab my flash light off the floor and start to very quickly walk towards the door until I hear a voice hissing

“Hello”

I whip around as fast as humanly possible, searching frantically with my flashlight. “Who’s there?” I ask, my voice coming out quite pathetic.

“I am Venom” the slithering voice speaks again but this time it sounded different. Like a residual echo in my mind. Also, Venom?? What kind of name was that! That sounded scary as heck!

“I..I’m sorry to have bothered you mister Venom, I am leaving now!” I say as I slowly back up towards the door.

“But I am going with you.” I hear, and this time I know I am screwed. I didn’t hear that out-loud, it was like a thought in my own head. Like my subconscious decided to smoke a boat-ton of cigarettes and now sounds like a completely different person. Goosebumps have covered my arms as I, very slowly, reach towards the back of my head. I gingerly touch it, and a giant breath gusts out of me when I realize there is no foreign substance sucking out my brains.

This is fine! Really! I decided to try and only think about the steps I am taking. The sound of my boots clicking against the floor as I book it towards the exit. No thought, no weird conversations with my subconscious, only walking.

However, when I finally push through the door of this god-forsaken place I realize I am not alone. At the forefront of the group is a man with dark curls and glasses. His hands are outstretched in a “We aren’t going to hurt you” way. I quickly look around to see a few other people, and then I see…oh my gosh! Some of them have guns. Not just normal guns but like, high tech giant guns. What the heck? It was just a little trespassing! Surely I wouldn’t get shot on sight for being curious.

I hear a small click, someone cocking a weapon-

“Hide, human”

And that is the last thought I had, or heard? Still not really sure- before I completely blacked out.

When I wake up, it’s like being pulled out of a tar pit. I rise to consciousness slowly, and I don’t try to open my eyes. Instead I focus on sense. I feel something soft under me, I’m assuming a bed of some kind. I relax slightly until I feel a cold metal clamping my wrists. What the- oh my gosh, am I in jail??

My eyes fly open at that and I quickly take stock of my surroundings. It certainly doesn’t look like a prison, at least not really. I search through my eyes, which feel gritty and dry until I hear a voice.

“Good morning”

I nearly jump clear out of my skin, trying to decide if this is my freaky subconscious again or someone else but no, that sounded normal. I blink a few more times until I see a man, making his way in front of me. It takes me a minute to place him but this is the same dark-haired man I saw outside the library. He is looking down at me, almost appraisingly and I feel embarrassment pinch at my cheeks.

“Who are you?” I ask, my voice scratchy from disuse and I immediately feel so, incredibly thirsty. As if he expected this, the man holds out a glass of water, with a straw. He holds it close to my face, since I can’t use my own hands. I ignore the embarrassment and quickly suck down the water, feeling like I haven’t drank in days.

“Careful,” he says, his voice soft but clear, “You can make yourself sick if you drink too much too fast.”

I glare at him over the glass but decide to listen. I release the straw and relax back into the bed. He smiles at this, and places the water on a nearby table. “My name is, Dr. Banner, but you may call me Bruce.”

“No doctors” I hear that voice again and this time it’s easier to tell that it is in fact, in my head. Apparently the doctor realizes my fear and quickly goes serious.

“You can hear it, right?” He says, pointing to my head for emphasis.

“What is it?” I ask, feeling surprisingly angry instead of my natural calm. “What did you do to me?” I practically scream and give a good thrash against the handcuffs.

What is wrong with me?? I would never yell at someone I just met.

I shake my head hard, so confused. I hate it, I hate that I don’t have my own brain and I feel so…helpless. This sobers me and I feel tears sting my eyes.

I flinch when I hear the voice again, “I can help you. We are strong together, no need to feel so weak.” I give my head another firm shake and I look towards the doctor with pleading eyes. “Help me, please?”

“I promise to help you, to the absolute best of my ability.” The man says and I don’t know why, it goes against all rhyme or reason but, I decide to believe him.

- - - - - - 6 months later - - - - -

“Try harder! You can do it. Keep control.” I hear Bruce coaching me from the sidelines but his voice sounds far away. I know if I looked down I would see that hauntingly familiar black ink, pooling in my hands and streaking through my veins.

No, no. Fight it! I try to coach myself and I feel myself regaining control. I feel my breathing slow to a regular rate and I smirk when I hear the disapproving roar in my head.

“Well done.” Dr. Banner says as I exit the ‘Box of Doom’. It’s not actually called that. It’s a giant circular glass cage. It was originally made for Bruce if he ever went “Code Green” but he has reprogrammed it as a training device for me. He uses the screens or little robotic arms to apply stressful or painful stimuli while I am contained. My job is to stay in control of my brain and not let Venom take over.

I feel my head throb, the way it always does after training, but I grin anyway. It’s amazing how far I have come in the past months and I am so grateful for the way my life has changed.

Dr. Banner and I have not told anyone else about my uh…companion. Stark was gracious enough to let me stay in a room in the tower with all the other Avengers. Bruce lied to them and said I am his 2nd cousin or something and said I have no family to live with. Which is a little true, I was living on my own when Bruce found me and both my parents passed when I was young.

However, we are certainly not related. We are just two people, trying to control the monsters within us. It is tricky, trying to keep a secret that big. However, the lie has become second nature now and I don’t socialize much anyway.

“I think you are ready.” said Bruce as I chug some water. I look at him, tilting my head in confusion. He laughs at my contorted face before saying. “Tonight, the party. I think you can handle it.”

My eyes widen. I have purposely avoided any kind of event with loud music or flashing lights. I also try to avoid alcohol because Venom and alcohol do not go well together. (I had champagne in New Years and had to tell everyone I had strep throat because his voice kept coming out of my mouth. Tony still makes fun of me for it)

“Are you sure?” I ask, feeling doubt prickle in my mind.

“I am sure. I know you can handle it. Besides, tonight isn’t one of Tony’s raves. It is just a little get together with the Avengers. An easy, laid back affair.” He says, overselling it a little bit but I get his point. Surely I can handle dinner and drink? I just won’t have any alcohol and I like to think I can uphold polite conversation for a couple hours.

“Okay, I’m in” I say with a wide grin.

The party was going swimmingly. Natalie had let me borrow a stunning black dress of hers that showed off all the right places and my hair was curled and laying elegantly over my shoulder. I had been chatting with Pepper and Natasha, having a splendid time. Nat even kept my glass filled with sparkling cider, not once questioning my ‘no alcohol’ choice, so I could still have a drink without the effects.

That is, until Thor slipped behind me at the bar and whispered “Hello there, I don’t think we have had the pleasure of meeting.”

I feel myself furiously blushing at his beautiful voice and even more so when I turn around and take him in. I had heard of Thor before but, he had been gone to Asgard for quite a while and he had finally come back today. “Hi my name is y/n” I say, holding out my hand, expecting a handshake.

I am pleasantly surprised when he takes my hand and kisses my knuckles instead before saying, “Thor, God of Thunder.” I feel goosebumps pebble my arms and I try to not be embarrassed as he grins down at me but come on! He has a gorgeous, panty-melting smile and for the first time, I hear Venom give an approving growl.

See! Even the monster thinks he’s hot!

I am trying to come up with something flirty and clever to say when I feel a fierce grip on my arm. I yelp slightly as I begin being dragged away. “Bruce stop!” I say, trying to dig in my heels but it’s to no use. He doesn’t stop until we are in a far corner of the room, only barely visible to the rest of the party goers.

“What was that for!” I hiss, rubbing the sensitive spot on my arm where he had grabbed me.

He turns me to the mirror and I quickly lose all of my fervor. My cheeks were rosey, as I thought but my eyes were almost completely black, and I realize it’s a miracle I got dragged away when I did. I was probably looking at Thor like something to eat- literally.

“Look, it’s not my business who you do or don’t like. But that- those relationships, they don’t work for people like us.” Bruce says, scrubbing his face with his hand. “I know it’s not what you want to hear but just, just trust me, okay? We can’t have that.”

I feel embarrassment curl in me at how ridiculous I must have looked. Trying to play human and flirt and foolishly hope. I am angry. Angry at myself, angry at Thor, angry at Bruce.

I am angry at everyone.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, I know it’s hard but you can handle it-“ I hear Bruce’s voice but it is already too far away.

I can have whatever I want, I just have to take it.

Welcome back. Venom says, before we tear this party apart.

I wake up and immediately wish I hadn’t. The floor is cold and hard against my back and every single part of me hurts. I listen and hear low voices murmuring somewhere in the distance. I groan loudly as I try to sit up, feeling every muscle painfully contract as I do so. I finally open my eyes and feel my stomach drop. I’m in the box.

Oh no, oh no, no, no….

What have I done?

Apparently I gasp or make some sound that gets the attention of those outside the box. To my surprise it’s Thor and Banner both, looking in on me.

“It’s okay kid, no one got hurt.” Banner says, as if reading my mind.

“Yes, turns out your slimey-thingy does not care for lightning very much.” Thor said, grinning slightly.

“So…they all know now?” I ask, staring at the floor, shame crushing me.

“Yeah, they know.” Banner says, and before the tears forming in my eyes can fall, he adds “And they want you to stay.”

My head snaps up at that, “What?” I ask, sounding just as shocked as I feel.

“Yeah, they want you here. They want you to continue your training and, when you are ready, they will send you into the field.” Banner says, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice.

“But….but Im a freak.” I say, laughing slightly in pure shock.

“Well, little butterfly, we are all freaks here.” Thor says, grinning in at me.

This time, I don’t flinch when I hear the disapproving growl in my head. I let hope flood me and challenge it:

Bring. It. On.

[writingviv04]

🎀 March Madness 🎀

Hello! I am currently on Spring Break with plenty of time to create and itching to write. Starting 3/12/25 at 3:00 PM, I will be opening my inbox and taking as many requests as possible! I love hearing what you guys want to read and challenging myself to make those ideas come to life 🤍 “March Madness” is my self imposed writing challenge to write as much as possible during spring break and the month of March!!!

I will write for the following fandoms=

- Criminal Minds

- Marauders or HP

- Avengers / MCU

- COD (to the best of my ability)

- Andrew Garfield’s Spiderman (I love that man)

I am open to requests for anything you may want to read about, just understand fandoms outside this list may not be the best or may be denied bc I like to be knowledgeable about what I write!

Let the madness commence!!!

[writingviv04]

Hey! If you’re taking requests do you think you could write something of Spencer or Aaron comforting reader after they self harm (walk in on it may, whatever you’re comfortable with) love your work, it brings me so much comfort 💗 KEEP IT UP 😽

Oh my gosh this request is from FOREVER ago! But I am such a grandma I just learned where the inbox is located on Tumblr-

I am so sorry my lovely and I hope you enjoy this ‘better late than never’ fic!

angel kisses 🤍

⚠️this fic contains TRIGGERING CONTENT. It mentions self harm, self harm scars, and recent cutting. I obviously handled it as delicately as possible but please take care of yourself! If this could be triggering, I have lots of other fics you can try!⚠️

Spencer Reid x reader

“Hey baby.” Spencer says, wrapping you in a tight hug. The kind of hug that plucks the worries out of your mind and causes you to melt into him. That’s what these hugs are supposed to do, at least. However, the stinging pain on your arms kept the hug from being as comforting as usual. Spencer pulled back and you saw the crease between his brow.

“Are you okay?” he asks, eyes looking over you, assessing.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be!” You say in the most cheery voice you can muster. The blessing and a curse of having a genius profiler as a boyfriend- they can always read you, even when you wish they couldn’t. You soldier on as though I haven’t been caught in a lie. “What sounds good for dinner?” you ask, as you turn on your heel to head towards the kitchen, “I can make tortellini bake, um and I have the ingredients for buffalo chicken!” you say, as chopper as possible while you search your cabinets.

“Tortellini sounds great.” Spencer says, watching you in that assessing way of his. He plops himself on your barstool, resting his elbows on the island. Conversation ebbs and flows as you pull out your ingredients and for a moment, you believe you’re safe.

- - - - - -

“Hey Spence, can you turn the thermostat down?” You ask, face pink from the heat. You always got warm when cooking, especially when you had to stand over multiple hot pans.

“Of course, love” Spencer replies, unfurling his long limbs from the stool and walking into the hallway with the thermostat. You know the temperature will eventually be more comfortable but for immediate remediation you slip off the large sweater that had been cloaking you. As soon as you pull it off, you realize your error and feel your body seize up. You quickly try to scramble back into your sweater but, it’s too late. You’ve been caught.

“Love?” Spencer says, and for a moment you think you can play it off, act like it’s nothing. You turn and see his face, the concern etched there, and know that lying would be futile. You drop your sweater to the floor and shame wells within you and begins pouring out in the form of tears. You try to hold it in, try to keep it together and act like it’s nothing but once you feel the first, hot tear roll your face and onto your neck, the dam breaks.

“Oh, baby.” Spencer says, rushing to you and catching you just as a vicious sob wracks your body, causing you to lose balance. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” He gently coaxes you as he ushers you to sit in his lap on the floor. You cry ugly tears and only manage a strangled “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Every few ragged breathes.

“No, none of that. You don’t apologize for this. I’m sorry that you felt like this was your only way out. 17% of people self harm. Don’t make yourself a monster in your head my love.” Spencer talks in a low, smooth tone, as he runs slow circles on my back, trying to be mindful of not bumping any cuts on my arms.

Eventually the sobs subside and it’s reduced to just watery eyes and sniffling. Spencer slowly pulls you out of his shoulder and looks you in the eyes. “I’m going to keep you accountable now. After seeing it I am

taking it upon myself to help you as best as I can. Is it, just these, or are there more?” Spencer says as his fingers graze down my arms, avoiding any newer cuts and slowly taking in the mosaic of old and new scars.

“There- there are a few more” You choke out, your voice breaking in shame.

“Can I see?” Spencer asks in a voice barely above a whisper.

You don’t speak, instead you wordlessly lead him to the living room and gesture for him to sit on the couch. You take a breath to steady yourself before you tug down your shorts. This isn’t the first time someone has seen you naked, but this vulnerability feels like being laid bare, with every nerve exposed. You stand, in a bra and underwear, not knowing what to say. You watch Spencer’s eyes rake over you, assessing, learning.

That’s when he shocks me. He doesn’t turn away in horror or look at me with pity. Instead, he gets off the couch and down onto his knees before me. Before you can ask what he is doing or interject he places a kiss, feather light, a barely there kiss, to the top of your thigh on one of your oldest scars. You are shocked by the gesture and even more so when he wraps his hands around the back of my thighs, holding me still, before placing another kiss on another scar.

You feel more tears well up in my eyes as he continues his ministrations. Gently, reverently kissing every scar on your thighs before slowly moving up, inspecting any inch of skin. When he is satisfied, he tugs a wrist to his mouth and begins again. We stay like that. Not a scar went untouched by his lips and when he places his final kiss he lays his head against my stomach and whispers, “Beautiful.”

Tears are freely rolling down my face but these aren’t tears of fear or anger. These are tears of joy. He sees me, truly sees me. He isn’t revolted by the sight of me, even though it isn’t the pretty mask I show off. This is me, fractured and broken but he saw the fissures and called it art. He sees me.

You fall to your knees and hug him, clutching him as tight as ever. Words exceed you, you have nothing to say to express the love that is pouring out of you in droves so you settle for actions. You hold him as close as you can and sit in reverent silence. You don’t think you could ever leave this place, this peace. That is until you hear the loud wail of the smoke alarm and gasp “Spencer, the dinner!” You yell as you run into the kitchen, realizing tonight, may need to be a take out night.

But instead of crying, you quickly throw out the charred food and find yourself…laughing. It would be okay, and before you can even say a word to Spencer you hear him on the phone in the other room, phoning in an order for takeout. You grin wildly to yourself despite the circumstances. You see the discarded sweatshirt on the floor and you leave it there. You won’t cover up anymore, especially not if it means receiving angel kisses.

[writingviv04]

That’s My Girl

(not my art! @eddieeeeeellis on pinterest!)

Remus Lupin x reader

Remus’ girlfriend trying to show off in front of James and Sirius. (she’s a good girl 🎀)

Word count: 1,045

TW: Pre-established dom/sub dynamics, she calls Remus daddy (cry about it), lots of pet names, slight voyeurism, spanking, smoking, uhhhh this is freaky, but casually freaky. No actual spice. If it ain’t your speed that’s okay.

I look through the thick haze of smoke from my spot on the stairs and look for the couch Remus is sprawled across. One prefect perk was that we got a little mini-common room of his own. Unfortunately, that meant that Sirius and James were here, almost constantly. Tonight though, I’ve decided it doesn’t matter. This is my space just as much as theirs. He is my daddy after all, my sir! I take a steeling breath before making my way to Rem.

I am in a baby pink nighty with cap sleeves that barely brushes the tops of my thighs. Remus loves me in them, especially with nothing underneath. Well tonight, he can love them in front of his friends. I felt a little empowered as I walked past Sirius and James, feeling their eyes on my bare legs as I sauntered over to Rem.

Remus is leaned back in the couch, thighs spread wide and head titled back as he blows a plume of smoke in the air. Rem says I’m not allowed to smoke or do any of the fun stuff him and the boys do. He only indulges right after the full moon as a way to re-centering himself. I can’t say I blame him. I walk right up to him and stop between his spread legs, smiling innocently. I know I’m supposed to be in bed but, I missed him. Surely he will understand.

Apparently Rem finally noticed the silence that has fallen in the room and he looks up and sees me, standing there in front of him. I’ve lost a little of my confidence now that he is looking at me and I quickly fidget with them hem of my night gown. Remus doesn’t move, doesn’t even speak at first. He just looks me up and down lazily, like he’s savoring me. I feel heat rise in my face at his perusal.

“Baby.” Remus says and I know he wants me to make eye contact with him. I shyly look at him through my eyelashes.

“Yes sir?” I ask, using my manners to try and appear as innocent as possible, even though I know coming down and flaunting my little outfit in front of his friends will make him boil with possessiveness.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing, petal?” he asks, his voice thick with smoke and his eyes never leaving mine.

“I- I missed you daddy” I say, pouting prettily, sticking out my bottom lip. I sway slightly, the little nightgown swishing around my hips.

“Did she just say-“ James starts but is silenced by a swat from Sirius. I know I should feel embarrassed but instead I feel heat of another kind burning in me. I like showing off, I like flaunting the fact that he is mine and I am his.

“You missed me?” Remus says, tilting his head cockily. “I told you I would be up later baby. I am asking why you came prancing down here in next to nothing when you knew daddy would have a crowd.” His voice never grows above a low volume, making his correction that much clearer. He never raises his voice, ever. But that doesn’t mean I don’t get in trouble.

“I’m sorry.” I say, pouring prettily again to try and get out of trouble. “I forgot.” I lie but I try to make it look convincing.

Remus’s face tells me immediately that was not a good call. He says nothing but pats his thigh in a ‘sit down’ motion and I quickly oblige. I happily settle myself down onto his thigh, immediately comforted by the contact. I plan to nuzzle in but before I can a loud smack fills the room and a harsh sting spreads across my backside.

“Ouch!” I whine, looking at Remus with a pout and a little shock. He just spanked me in front of his friends…and I wish I could deny the blush that I felt quickly spreading over my chest.

“You wanna show off, huh bunny? You wanna come down here and show Prongs and Pads how good you are for me?” Remus asks in a whisper, but I feel the eyes of the other two burning into me.

Tears pool in my eyes as he swats my thigh this time, demanding an answer. I feel embarrassment flood me but greater than the shame is a keen sense of arousal. I did want to show off. I wanted to show that I could be a good girl, and I didn’t care if there were spectators. Plus, James and Sirius had been close to you two for a long, long time. They had plenty of kinky exploits and I knew Remus wouldn’t have allowed this conversation to happen if he hadn’t talked to them first. Even still, I take a quick peek over my shoulder to make sure. Sirius is leaned back, smirking at the scene and James is flushed a beautiful shade of pink.

Oh yes, this is exactly what I wanted. I turn back to Remus with more bravado than I feel and say “Yes sir.” I feel exceptionally proud as he lazily grins up at me.

“Atta girl. Now sit pretty for me while me and the boys smoke yeah? And no, you cannot have one, don’t ask. You’re too pretty to have any smoke covering up those pretty lips.” Remus says as he reclines some, letting you settle into him, proudly sitting on his lap and showing that he is yours.

“Shes so pretty, Moons. Sitting there so well behaved.” Sirius drawls out, and you try not to blush at the praise. I hide my face until I feel a sting on my thigh that grabs my attentions.

“Siri complimented you baby, what do you say?” Remus says, rubbing my stinging thigh as he gives me a reassuring nod.

“Thank you, sir” You say, trying out the title. Sirius practically growls in response and readjusts in his seat, which you take as a good sign.

“That’s my girl.” Remus says, placing a kiss on my shoulder, that I know will soon turn into a bite and mark. You’re still his, and even though he likes to showcase it, he doesn’t want the boys getting any ideas.

[writingviv04]

Pollenated

Steve Rogers x Reader

In honor of allergy season kicking off, here is some sex pollen snippet (It’s kinda short)

TW: Aphrodisiac, previously established relationship, Steve has been infected with sex pollen, talks of sex, talks of rough sex, a little dirty talk, no actual smut

Sex with Steven was great. Duh.

I mean come on- those beautiful sculpted muscles and the super serum running through him just scream that’s he’s good in bed. But, he is so gentle. Every time, without fail he treats you like a piece of porcelain. Your body’s are well acquainted now but he still goes oh, so slow on that first thrust, like he could hurt you at any moment.

Not that there is anything wrong with that. You suppose you prefer the tender kindness to a bruised cervix but you can’t help but long for something…more.

You once brought it up to him. Simply stating that you were interested in maybe being a little rougher and he blushed prettily before grinning and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Doll you’re a lot smaller than me. I would never want to hurt you.” He said, before turning and placing his mug in the sink.

“But- but I like when it hurts.” You stammer out, barely audible. If it wasn’t for his supernatural hearing he would have had to have you repeat yourself. However he doesn’t respond. He just looks at you, flushing pretty pink after your confession, winks, and then walks away.

Well that was….interesting.

A few days later you receive a message from Tony. You pray he isn’t telling you they have been delayed. You’ve been separated from Steve for 8 days and we’re starting to get antsy for his return. The message read-

Tony: Hey so Capsicle came into contact with some Verinium flowers while in the field. It’s not dangerous but it is a very potent aphrodisiac.

Good luck keeping up ;)

What the- but before you can reread the message for clarification you hear the back door open and then close loudly. Steve was never one to slam doors. You quickly unfurl from the couch and head around the corner, your t-shirt skimming your thighs sounding loud in the silence.

The sight of him when you round the corner is- beautiful.

He is tearing off his shirt and he looks… hot. Okay yes in that way but he is also flushed. Bright red colors his cheeks and chest. He is almost…panting, while he breathes and his pupils are so blown they eat up almost all the colors in his irises. He shucks off his pants, almost angrily, like he can’t be rid of them fast enough and when he turns to face you, you can see why.

Heat floods your face as you take him in. Okay so yes, his dick is big, you knew that but this- he looks so painfully hard and swollen and while you know he can’t possibly be comfortable, you would be lying if you said the sight of him straining against his boxers didn’t turn you on.

His eyes meet yours and his eyes are impossibly dark. He licks his lips as he lets his gaze slowly, predatorily make its way up your bare legs. This isn’t out of the ordinary for you. It’s often that he can find you in your house in nothing but a shirt and panties but the heat of this moment makes you feel particularly exposed.

He breaks the silence by gritting out the word “Darlin’” and his voice, oh starts why does his voice sound so good, like he’s fighting to control himself.

“Yes?” you say coyly, batting your eyelashes and seeing him tense, like he’s physically trying to hold himself back. A mischievous little grin forms on your face and you bite your lip, knowing it will drive him wild.

Steve practically growls as he takes you in. Not moving from his spot but looking like he’s dying to not be pursuing you. “Remember when you asked- when you said you wanted it to hurt baby?” He is panting, his voice full of grit. I feel arousal pool in me and all I can do is nod in response to his question.

“Then I suggest you run, because once I catch you, I promise I won’t go easy baby.”

[writingviv04]

Stuck In the Middle

Stucky x reader

Essentially the reader finding out that Steve has a massive crush on her even though she is already Bucky’s.

TW- pet names, hints of leading to poly!relationship, flirting, so much flirting, not proofread

Word count: 1.8K

I’m not sorry for this. I can’t sleep and so of course I must write, whatever this is. I am way out of writing practice but I hope you enjoy!

If you would have told me that I would end my day, sandwiched in between two super soldiers, I would laugh in your face.

But here I am. As I feel the cold press of a metal arm around my waist to balance out the incredibly hot flesh arm around my shoulder, I really can’t complain.

Let me set the stage for you though, just so you can understand exactly how I ended up here.

Bucky and I have been dating for 3 years now, and eight months ago, I moved in with him. Life has been bliss. I get to wake up tucked into the man I adore and see him in all of his domestic glory. We cook together, we clean together, and on the bad nights we cry together. Bucky completed me and I like to think I completed him as well. Also, the metal arm? Extremely hot. The super serum that makes him stronger, faster, and warmer than everyone else? Also a very huge plus.

I have a boyfriend that is literally biologically predisposed to be better than anyone else. How could I possibly want more, right?

Well I didn’t. I never even once felt unhappy with my relationship with Bucky or wanted for anything.

That is- until Steve moved into our spare bedroom.

Steve and Bucky go way back. Like way, way back. It’s not an uncommon occurrence for me to see Steve around the apartment at least once a week, hanging out with Bucky. He’s a doll, all American charm and those same beautiful superhuman muscles that’s make up Bucky.

I was happy that Buck had a friend, truly I was. I worry about him sometimes and I feel like him and Steven relate in a way that only soldiers can. I’m happy that he has someone to bear the weight of his darkness with, because that sunshine smile is more common when he isn’t fighting alone.

Then, 4 months ago, Steve showed up at our door, in the middle of the night. He was covered in blood, and barely able to hold himself up. Him and Stark were fighting (again), but this time it was bad enough for Stark to get physical and tell him he wasn’t allowed to come back, ever. Steve didn’t even have time to pack up his belongings from his room at the tower.

And so, for the past multiple weeks I have been sharing a living space with not one, but two super soldiers. It wasn’t weird at first. Like I said, Steve was already part of our lives. It honestly felt like an extended sleepover. I cooked extra at dime and he politely complemented whatever I made, even if it was a new recipe I was experimenting with. The trash was always taken out and honestly it was easy to wash him and Bucky’s gym clothes in the same load.

But remember how I said “at first.” That’s because I soon started to feel like there was something the boys weren’t telling me. I felt like they shared small glances and sky winks any time I turned my back to them but no matter what I asked, they managed to act perfectly innocent.

That is until one night, after dinner. I was doing the dishes as usual and Steve brings me his plate. “It was wonderful, as always darlin” He says, with that adorable grin and I don’t even think about the pet name until, he leans down and gives me a feather light peck on the cheek. My body immediately goes rigid as I he pulls away and my first thought is Oh poor Steve, Bucky is about to murder you.

So imagine the absolute shock that wracks my body when I turn around and see Buck SMIRKING at Steve! The Golden boy walks over to where my boyfriend is standing and I brace for Bucky to throw him across the room. I close my eyes and wait but there is just…silence. No loud crashes or booms. No strangled sounds.

I peak open my eyes to see them both standing, side by side, arms crossed, and looking at me. Both of them have on devilish grins and if I wasn’t so shocked, I think my panties actually would have melted off my body.

“Doll, Steve complimented you. Where are your manners?” Bucky says, his voice perfectly calm but I hear the dominance dripping from it.

“Thank you?” I force out but it comes out like a question, not a statement. I shake my head harshly before saying “I’m sorry, what is happening? Aren’t you mad at him? He just kissed me!” I say, pointing at Steve to emphasize my point. “Aren’t you going to like, do something about it?”

“What do you want me to do about it, doll?” Bucky asked, his voice all sincerity and his face says ‘The ball is in your court doll, we don’t want to make you uncomfortable’.

“What is going on?” I ask instead, still not entirely sure if this is really happening.

“Well-“ Steve starts but Bucky quickly shoots him a look that silences him. THAT is the Bucky I know, the one who is protective any a little scary. I feel my shoulders relax, ever so slightly. This is my Buck. He’s going to take care of me.

“What he’s trying to say, baby, is that he informed me he has quite the crush on you.” Bucky says, as he moves closer to me, pulling me into his chest, but leaving me facing Steve. I usually would melt into his touch but by brain is in overdrive, trying to make sense of what is happening.

“But-but I’m yours. I’m your girlfriend Buck” I say, turning slightly in his arms, looking for something, anything in his face. He looks at me, so softly, so gently before giving me a kiss on the forehead. I still feel the press of Steve’s lips against my cheek in my brain, and I can’t help but blush as I recall the memory while Bucky kisses my forehead in the same, feather light way.

“Yes you are. You will always be my girl. However, Steve has been so good, so respectful. In reality, he is pinning over you something fierce baby. Would it be so bad to give him a shot?” Bucky says quietly, as he pushing a stray hair behind my ear.

“But? Are you asking me to break up with-“ before I can even finish the thought Bucky’s lips are crossing against mine and I let myself indulge. I kiss him back fiercely, eager to make this one to remember. If this is the last time- no, no surely this can’t be the last time. That thought only makes me kiss him harder, and I lose myself in it until he gently pulls away.

“Sorry doll, I don’t like hearing you talk about leaving me.” Bucky whispers, grinning with his darkened lips.

“Then what are you saying?” I ask, feeling even more disoriented with the hormones flooding my system. I pout up at him, begging for him to be my anchor in this moment.

Instead, I feel another pair of hands on me, slowly coming around my waist from behind and I fight the instinct to tense up. “He’s saying,” I hear a voice that is so familiar yet so foreign in this context, “that maybe you can find room in your heart for the both of us?” Steven asks as he moves closer, and I am flush between the two of them. My mind spins at the realization.

They are wanting…. oh, oh.

Bucky isn’t going anywhere. He is staying right here. I am happy about that.

I quickly allow myself to dig through my memories. Realizing now the blush that covered Steve when he complimented my dinner. Or the face he’d make when he caught me and Bucky kissing. And the little touches that seem unimportant until now when they hit me like a tidal wave and- oh. my. stars.

Captain America had a crush on me. And I hadn’t even realized.

I remember that I am standing between the two of them and that they are waiting for me to speak. I try to at least say something, anything and what comes out is “I think I need to sit down.”

Bucky doesn’t hesitate. He sweeps me up into his arms and settles us onto the couch in no time. I quickly climb into his lap and cling to him as tight as possible. My mind is reeling, with all the ideas and memories and possibilities and I need him to ground me. I feel his hand slowly slip under my shirt and start gently grazing my back. He draws lazy patterns with his middle finger over my skin, skimming up and down as I try to settle down.

Finally, after what feels like forever, I find my voice again. I bring my head out of Bucky’s shoulder and say “Is this something you want? I don’t want to do anything that would ruin what we have.” I say, my stern “teacher voice”, as Bucky calls it, coming out as I try and nail down this new reality.

He smiles up at me, knowing that I am nothing if not very thorough in my brain. “Yes doll, I wouldn’t have let Steve near you if I wasn’t comfortable with the idea. I also wouldn’t have let him lay hands on you if I didn’t trust him completely. I’m sorry for not warning you but, come on doll, I’ve seen how you look at him when he comes back from

his run. It’s okay baby. It’s okay if you liked him being sweet on you. But if not, Steve already knows he isn’t allowed to do anything like that ever again if you don’t give the green light.” Bucky says, he started off smiling but got more serious as he spoke, wanting to show me he meant it.

I give Bucky a quick kiss. Then my gaze looks behind the couch where Steven is still standing by the kitchen island. Hope floods his face and for the first time I see it. It’s the face of a man madly in love. I smile as I nod my head in a ‘come here’ motion. He grins and practically runs over to the couch. I smile as I pull myself off of Bucky’s lap and then, once Steve has sat down I say, “I don’t want to

agree to anything just yet. However, I am open to giving this a go on a trail basis.” I cringe internally, hating how nerdy that sounded but Bucky places a hand on my thigh encouragingly.

“I suppose we should talk schematics, or shall we call it a battle plan, Cap?” I say, in the most flirty voice I’ve used in a while, turning to him and now seeing just how obvious his blush is.

“Let’s hear it doll” Bucky says.

And that, is how I ended up, with not one, but two super soldiers in my bed last night. I hardly slept a wink and I would be lying if I said it wasn’t from pure excitement.

I can’t wait to see how Steve does.

If yall want pt. 2, comment and lmk!

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Yeah, I'm fine

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“Good Morning”

Steve X GN Reader

Just literal, absolute, cotton candy fluff

The sound of Jarvis’s voice stirred you out of sleep. A groan escaped you as you opened your eyes, immediately shutting them again against the light.

“Jarvis, what is happening? What’s going on?” You ask, voice raw from sleep and thirst.

“You have a visitor at your door. Mr. Steve Rodgers is requesting entry.” Jarvis said through your speaker.

“Access granted.” You say as you yank the covers back up over your head. It was just Steve, he wouldn’t mind you liking cozy. You peak at the doors from behind you cover fortress and you arch as he walks in.

Wow. That truly never got old. Watching him, no matter what the mundane task, always took your breath away. He was beautiful. Today he wore a grey t-shirt and jeans which, of course, did wonders on his already wonderful body. His shoulders looked so wide you were surprised there was even enough shirt left to have make sleeves.

You smiled at him even though you weren’t sure if he could see it or not. He smiled at you and you felt warm. Steve was the best and his smile always made you feel infectiously happy. Despite your irritation with rousing from your slumber, he made it well worth it.

“Morning, Sunshine.” He said with his smile as he sat down. You felt the side of the bed sink where he sat to where your legs were now pressing against him under the covers. He placed a hand on what he hoped was your cover- clad hip.

“What time is it?” You said in a voice quickly loosing its irritated cadence.

“I wasn’t going to wake you hun but it’s 11:30 in the afternoon and I missed you.” He flopped himself down next to you and you were quickly yanked from your blanket cage and into his arms. Gods, you loved his arms- you loved being in them. It felt like the safest place in the world which might be true.

“I missed you too but I can”t breathe, Steve.” You choked out. His only response was lightly loosening his hold on you.

You lay in his arms as he presses kisses to the top of your head and your face, a blush splashing your skin at the fact you knew you never looked pretty first thing in the morning. You slept hard and you knew your hair was rivaling that of Mufasa’s and you probably had sleep lines on your face. At your attempt to bury your surely sleepy face in his chest he grabbed your chin. A pouty sound left your lips as he turned your face up to his in response.

“You look beautiful bug, don’t deprive me of my kisses.” He laughed knowing your insecurity was the only reason for your hesitation. He got like that when he was extra sleepy or frustrated about a mission. You had to have a serious talk to him in the past about still having intimate time together even if he felt inadequate about whatever danger you may be up against.

“Can’t we have kiss time after I shower at least?” You say it only half jokingly, still feeling worried.

A sly grin plasters that pretty face of his as he pulls you into his arms, whilst standing from the bed.

“Only if I get to help you.”

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THE Masterlist

Key- ✨: fluff, 👀: smut, 🖤angst MARVEL Bucky:

“Fever”✨ | Bucky x Reader

Steve:

“Good Morning”✨| Steve Rodgers X Reader

“Pollenated” 👀| Steve x Reader

Stucky:

Stuck In The Middle ✨ | Bucky x Steve x reader

Group Fic:

We Are All Freaks Here 🖤✨ | Venom host reader x Mentor Bruce Banner

MARAUDERS

Remus Lupin:

"Sleep in a Time of Starlight" /Remus Lupin X Reader

“That’s my Girl” ✨👀 (kinky but not explicit) | Remus x Reader

CRIMINAL MINDS:

Spencer:

“Angel Kisses” 🖤 | Spencer Reid x reader

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“Fever”

Curing my insomnia , one lately written story at a time :) no it’s not proof read, I am sleepy

Summary - Bucky Barnes being all sweet to sick reader

Fevers were the absolute worst. The torment of the rosy flush that covered your skin whilst also feeling terribly cold was torture. You lay in your bed, under a cozy blanket with lots of pillows to support your aching, sick body. Your throat itched with the need to cough but you knew it would hurt your throat. It was fair to say you were rightly miserable.

The medicine didn’t seem to be helping your fever. Jarvis was now in charge of monitoring your temperature because it was beginning to worry the others. You felt like you were melting but then had goosebumps as if you were outside in the snow. You slept fitfully for most of the day, not budging from your spot unless absolutely necessary.

Later, a knock on your door brings you out of sickly sleep. You murmur a small “Come in.”, causing your throat to burn. You look through your heavy eyelids and see Bucky in the door way. You would love to talk to him but it didn’t seem worth the pain.

“Hey,honey.” His presence made you feel soothed almost instantly despite your discomfort from your sickness. “You aren’t feeling so good, huh?“ He strides over to your bed and studies your face. You shake your head and he looks sad to see you feeling this way.

He reaches out with his metal hand and gingerly touches your forehead, the warmth of your fever instantly touching his arm. A sigh came from you and he drew back, scared you were disapproving.

The pout that marked your face when he pulled away convinced him otherwise. “Please.” You said with a croak in your voice.

“Please what, doll?” He responded. He was scared seeing you this way. You normally were so stubborn, you never looked weak even when you were injured. Seeing you so fragile made his heart.

“Your hand,” you nudged his metal arm back up in the direction of your head. “It’s cold. Feels good.” An obvious sigh of contentment left you as his cold arm touched your fevered skin.

“I can get you a cold rag if you prefer-“ Bucky started.

“No!” You state, the aggression of your interjection sending you into a fit of coughs. “I, I would prefer you being here.”

The cringe that has marred his face at your coughs faded into a soft grin at your request. “Of course.” He say down on your bed and turned his metal hand over, placing the cold side against your forehead.

You smile at him, not wanting to talk anymore with your throat as sore as it was. He smiles to, watching you soothe under his hand. He studied you as you relaxed, leaving his hand on your forehead as you drifted off into a promising sleep…

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“Sleep In a Time of Starlight”

Remus x Reader (gn) - literally just a brief interaction

I honestly just need this idea out of my head <3

No it’s not proofread losers, you’ll be okay.

The sight of the top of your bed frame had gotten increasingly boring within the past hour. You were staring at it, memorizing all the little details you could make out in the pattern, in an attempt to make your eyes tired. Now it burned to blink and you were even more restless than you were to begin with.

Insomnia. It wasn’t a new experience for you but it certainly never got any less frustrating. No matter how you positioned yourself, sleep felt like trying to hold onto a handful of sand as it sifts through your fingers. You shove yourself out of your bed. Sleep wasn’t mandatory every single night right? You shove your feet into your slippers to keep warm as you start your decent down the stone stairs.

The common room, in its red and gold drapery, has a cozy feel in the fire light. You had every intention of grabbing a book off the shelf and reading by the fire. Those plans change when you see a sandy head of hair, already leaning on a cushion of the couch. In the dim light, you don’t recognize the person on the couch, however, whoever it was heard you coming despite your efforts to be silent. The head turned towards you and you felt a blush start to paint your face and chest. You hadn’t managed to properly dress. You were still in your pajamas with a robe tossed haphazardly over you in your frustration and you hadn’t bothered fixing your hair. Godric knows your mane of curls rivaled the Gryffindor mascot any day. Whoever was looking at you now was sure to laugh at your disheveled state.

Except, you notice Remus as he looks at you as he takes in your sleep deprived frame. A grin plays at his lips as he kicks his long legs off the couch, silently making room for you. You feel yourself smiling through your embarrassment as you pad across the room and flop onto the couch. The comfort of it taking in your exhausted limbs easily somehow rivaling your actual bed.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Remus asks, the rough cadence of his voice exposing his own sleepiness.

“No, I kind of gave up trying for tonight.” Your voice carried a sardonic tone as you grinned sarcastically. You turn your reclined head to face the boy, his face illuminated in the flickering firelight. Shadows and light battled on the features of his scarred face, giving him an intimidating exterior, a sharp comparison to his cozy apparel and relaxed pose.

“Me too.” He turns his head to face you and you only now realize the intensity in which he you were studying him. There was a cushion in between you both but the eye contact made you seem incredibly close to one another.

Silence settled in the state you both gave leaving only the ambient sound of the fire crackling. You didn’t know why you were smiling but he was too and that’s when you felt it. Tiredness washed over your mind for the first time in a long time and your eyes felt genuinely heavy. An unflattering yawn escapes you, breaking the eye contact between you and Remus. A small laugh rolls from his chest and you smother your yawn once you start laughing too.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I couldn’t sleep. I’m not sure why I am tired now.” You drawled defensively as you could in your newly tired state. You didn’t want him getting any kind of wrong impression from you and to be honest, you wanted to see if he could tell you why a tiredness has come to you from only looking at him.

“I know, it’s alright. Sometimes the change of scenery works wonders for the restless” his voice was sweet and deep, only adding to the drowsiness that was slowly overtaking you.

You closed your eyes softly even though you knew he was still looking at you. “And what about you, hm?” Sleepily, you hoped he knew what you meant.

“Don’t worry about me.” He said, not answering you but still contenting the part of you that didn’t know if you could leave him while you slept.

Another yawn hit you and this time you let it happen as you curled up into the couch. Your legs were pulled up as comfortably as they could be but they still managed to reach Remus. You started to apologize but he placed a hand on your calf and rubbed his thumb against it softly. You sighed at the feeling and even through your tiredness you opened your eyes to get a final look at the man who has somehow freed you from your unrest. You took in his features as he looked towards the fire. His hair messily hanging around his head and beautiful face. You looked down to his shoulders and chest, clad with a soft sweater that somehow flattered him despite the bagginess of it. You glanced at the large hand rubbing your leg and let our another sound of contentment. He was truly beautiful and you finally closed your eyes once you trusted your brain to remember what he looked like even as you dozed off.

“Sleep well.” You heard him say right before you slipped into the dark, heavy sleep you had been waiting so long for. You didn’t know it but you fell asleep smiling that night and Remus smiled too. He stared back into the fire, a brand new idea taking residence in his thoughts.

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I feel like deep down, no matter who you are, we are all in love with Remus Lupin <3

I will not be taking questions

Just know it about yourself