Finding A Job - Eddie X Reader X Venom

Finding A Job - Eddie x Reader x Venom

Summary: You come home from work to see Eddie on the couch trying to find himself a job. He gives you cuddles with the symbiote coming out too

3RD POV (Y/N) closes the door behind her as she dumps her backpack, her shoes and slips off her pants as she walks to the shared room to put on a pair of shorts and a jumper from Eddie. “Still finding a job?” She wedges through his arms and legs to rest her head in the crook of his neck.

“Yeah.” He rests his arms on her back and continues to to go through the newspaper. “Just come and work with me.”

“I’d love to, but-”

“But you gotta find a job that will be quite good so you can still talk to the parasite.” The symbiote forms his head out to glare at (Y/N). “I’m not a parasite!” (Y/N) nudges his face with her index. “I know. But you’re a good parasite.”

Venom transfers himself to (Y/N) so he can rest on her lower back. “I’m somehow the one ending up to be a bed.” Eddie comments. His girlfriend and the symbiote agree.

Eddie puts the paper and pen down on the table to play with the hoodie (Y/N)’s wearing. “Why’d you steal my jumper?”

“Why not?” She tugs the sleeves down to cover her hands.

Venom glides along her back to rest against (Y/N)’s shoulder. She pokes her index out to start poking him. “Why are you poking me?” He asks. A shrug becomes his answer.

Venom moves himself to rest in the hoodie. He moves around and finally lies down after getting comfortable. 

After a few moments of silence with the TV going, Venom breaks it. “Can we go ou-?”

“We’re not going to go eat bad people.” The couple say in unison.

Angry Jellybean

Tony Stark x M!Reader x Baby!Peter Parker

Tony plays with Peter for a little while. Tony then cuddles with Peter with you and Tony making comments

Sitting in front of Peter, who's playing with his toys, Tony types away on a screen. He then hears Peter starting to babble. "Yeah, that's good, Peter."

From the corner of his eyes, he sees the baby crawl over to him. Peter’s chubby hands press themselves on Tony’s chest to stand up, seeing what his father is doing on the screen. "Baba baba." He pats Ton’s chest to look at the arc reactor.

Looking away from the screen to Peter pressing his face against the arc reactor, Peter gets picked up, making him move his face away from it. Tony fold his legs underneath Peter to place him in his lap.

A couple whines escape Peter. "What?" He continues to whine as he gets laid down on one arm. "You gonna tell me what's wrong?" Another whine escapes from him. 

"I think he might want a feed." Tony turns around to the voice of you, your body leaning against the back rest of the couch.

Feeling Peter wiggle around, Tony lets him look over his shoulder to stare at his other father. 

"He's like an angry jellybean!" Tony smiles at you as Peter whines at the name. "He also looks like you in the morning." You get a frown in return from your husband.

Peter makes grabby hands, motioning for you. "Go make his bottle." You take your son whilst sitting on the couch and cuddling him to your chest. 

"Why can't you do it?"

"Because I'm holding our angry jellybean." Peter whines, squishing his cheek against your chest. 

"Fine." Tony stands up to sit down next to you. "FRIDAY, make Peter a bottle." The A.I obeys. "Lazy ass,” you mumble, turning your body around to lean back against the armrest, your legs resting on Tony’s lap.

"At least I have one." Tony adds, which he gets a kick to where the sun doesn't shine in return.

What Did I Do? - Gar x M!Reader

Summary: When Gar turns back from being a tiger, he questions what he just did

Gar’s POV I shiver at the touch of the cold bars of the cage against my back. Blood trails onto the ground and some going onto my hands and legs.

Running footsteps grab my attention. Dick, Kory and Rachel glance around the room, taking in the view of the dead people.

(Y/N) glides on his knees and stops in front of me. I nuzzle into one of his hands as he’s cupping my face. I slowly lean my head against his shoulder. “You got them, Gar.” He says softly.

“What did I do?” I glance at the bodies over his shoulder with his hands resting on my arms. “You defended yourself.” His hands go back onto my face to lift it up to meet his. “That’s what you did.” He gives me a soft look.

“T-That’s what I did.” I slowly nod. He stands up before helping me to my feet. He takes his jersey to slip my arms through the sleeves and resting the rest of it on my shoulders and back.

Dick grabs the attention of both of us. He throws (Y/N) a pair of underwear and track pants. Catching them, (Y/N) passes them to me and looks away to let me have some privacy to put them on.

After I’m done, my left arm is over (Y/N)’s shoulders with his right arm around my lower back. “Come on. Let’s go and wash that blood off you.” The team and I walk out of the building.

(Y/N) wipes away the wet blood away with a napkin. “Did you have that in your jeans’ pocket since the arcade at lunch?” I question. “Nope.” He pops the ‘p’. “Had it in my jersey’s pocket instead.” A small smile breaks out onto my face. He chuckles. “Lucky I save these sort of things in case.”

“Yeah. Might never know what we’re going to do.”

Umbrella

Pairing: Peter x GN!Reader

Summary: Peter wears an outfit and dances to Umbrella to cheer you up

A/N: you and Peter are older, probably somewhere in your 20s, and the both of you are married

Tiredly walking into the shared apartment, you bump the door shut with your butt whilst throwing your bag near the couch. You sit on the armrest to fall back onto the cushions. A sigh of content escapes.

You had been stuck at work all day, waking up at six to get ready and leaving by seven in the morning. You had ended your ten hour shift moments ago.

Lazily grabbing the remote off the coffee table, the TV turns on to show that it’s on the news. It shows Spider-Man, swinging and working around Queens.

You watch for a few minutes before you feel your eyes start to droop with sleepiness. 

A cold breeze wakes your body up. You tilt your head to see the spider hero climb through the window.

Peter sees you, walks over and kneels in front of you as he slips his mask off, his hair going all over the place. “Bad day at work?” he asks, your nod becoming his answer.

Today, you were a bit late due to traffic. Your boss’ assistant had dump a few things onto you to work on, even if it was the assistant job to do that certain thing. 

Peter kisses your forehead as he stands to his feet and off to your bedroom he goes.

He comes back, still wearing his suit, but he has black boots on his feet, fishnets on his legs, short black shorts resting on his waist and a black singlet over his body, plus a black wig on top of his mask and a umbrella in hand.

You question your husband on what’s he doing whilst trying not to laugh at the sight before you. You move to sit up properly, your legs crossed over each other.

"I’m gonna dance for you to make your day better.”

“But you always make my days better without even doing anything.” He shushes you as the song Umbrella by Rihanna starts to play.

You take your phone out to record him.

You finish the recording once the song ends. You cheer at him, clapping and laughing. “That was amazing.” you stand up from the couch to take the wig and his mask off. 

His chest is heaving for air a little, his face tinted pink.

"Thank you for that.” you drape your arms over his shoulders, your hands resting on his nape. His arms wrap around your waist, bringing your body closer. “Anything for my love.” He presses his lips to yours, as if you two just made a deal.

Backing away from the kiss and your husband, you grab your phone from the couch and saying, “Yeah, you’re gonna let me send that to the team. And let our future kids watch it if they’re feeling down, and if we have kids.”

“Okay.” Peter starts to peel off the clothings off. He pauses as he’s got his suit’s zipper slipping down his body as he had realized what you said. “What?! No!” He chases you around the apartment, his suit slipping off his body. “Too late!”

Bed Head & Coffee - Dean x Reader

Summary: You wake Dean up to have him having his hair all over the place in spikes and giving him a coffee

Your POV I close the motel's door behind me with a bag of food and tray of hot drinks in each hand. None of the sound wake Dean up. "Dean." I put the things down before walking to his side of the bed. "Oi." I shove his shoulder.

A tired groan comes from him. "Wake your ass up, De." I go back over to the table to take the food out of the bag. I take in the view of Dean having his ass in the air. "You know what I mean, dick." I throw one of his flannels towards him.

He chuckles and brings his legs over the side of the bed. I walk over to him with our hot drinks. I pass him his coffee with my (coffee/tea) still in my hand. I chuckle at him before taking a sip of my drink. "What?" Dean asks.

"Your bed head." He runs his hand through his hair to make it stand up more. "You're adorable." I go over to the table and grab our breakfast. "But I'm your sort of adorable, aye?"

"If you want to believe it." I sit at the end of the bed with the food in between us. He swings his body around and to have his legs crossed. "I do believe it because I don't see any other guy could be as adorable as me."

"There was the Colonel."

"He's a dog."

"But he is adorable."

"How do you know he's not dead?"

"How do you know that you're not gonna be dead in a minute without getting any breakfast pie down that mouth of yours?" Instantly, he shuts up and eats his food.

Come Here

Pairing: Damian x GN!Reader

Summary: You come back from a mission and your body hurts all over. Damian helps you out by giving you cuddles

A/N: you and Damian are somewhere in the 20s for your ages

Your feet slowly carry your body into the Batcave. You take off your (helmet/mask). “How was the mission?” asked Bruce.

“Oh, I’m fine, thanks.” you say sarcastically. “It was fine.” Was all you needed to say.

You walk into your shared room with Damian.

“Hey, love.” you hear his voice. You look over to him sitting on the bean bag. “Hey, Dami.”

Stripping out of your suit, Damian sees the bruises starting top form on your back, some forming over your scars.

You were always insecure about your scars when you and Damian first started dating.

Damian told you to take your time around him. A few months after the two of you got together, you invited him to join you in the shower or in the bath and to relax in them. You also didn’t care about changing in front of him.

After stripping out of your suit, now only in your underwear, you take out one of Damian’s shirts and slipping it over your head and letting it rest against your body.

Hearing the words “Come here,” you shuffle into his lap and feeling his arms wrap around your hips. Your head rests against the side of his neck. “Are you okay?” he asks.

“I’m sore, stiff and tired.” 

His hands start to move and apply pressure to where you’d usually have pains on your back, mostly on your lower back.

“When did you come back from mission?” you ask.

“A few hours ago.” He feels your hands slip under his shirt to apply pressure against a wound, making him wince at the touch. “Nothing major, baby.” He presses his lips against your head, reassuring you.

He shifts his head to look at the now-formed bruises on your lower back. He gently starts to rub it. “Get some sleep. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for dinner.” You nod against his neck and pressing a small kiss to it. “Okay.”