Hi I Love Your Writing So Much And I Wanted To Ask For A Street Racer Reader X Dean If Its Ok I Feel

Hi I love your writing so much and I wanted to ask for a street racer reader x Dean if it’s ok I feel like it would be interesting to read about

Hi! Thank you so much for loving my writings ❤️. Of course you can have this. Idk what to write for this  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so I hope what I write is good for you

Dean’s Racer Girl 

A/N: you and Dean live in New York

A/N 2: I thought of doing a different ending of where you get into a car crash and Dean goes all proud but sad at the same time when you end up in hospital

“Dean, I’m leaving! I’ll meet you there!” you yell from the bottom of the stairs. You’ve been a street racer for a few years now and Dean has always wanted to watch you do your thing since he’s always at work at his mechanic.

“What?! No. It doesn’t start in the next few hours!” you watch him skid across the floor and stop at the top of the stairs, only wearing a shirt, underwear and socks.

“I know, that’s why I want to get there earlier. I want to do a quick drive and I have to do some things. And put some pants on, babe!” 

Dean screams as he runs into your shared room to grab his pants from your bed and struggled to put them on as he’s running to you, who’s already out of the house.

Sitting in your beloved 1967 yellow Camaro with black stripes, you buckle in. “We got this, Bee.” - yes, you got it and named it after the Transformer.

Both on your left and right are different types of cars, their drivers’ revving up the engines. You’re the only woman who always races with these men and they somehow manage to lose against you.

Dean has only heard the stories of you racing and winning, which makes him even more proud of you.

But when he watches you for the first time tonight, he’s gonna fall in love with you all over again. And he did.

A woman walks out and stops a few feet away from the cars and in the middle so she won’t get runned over, she talks about the rules, which you know by heart. With her arms up in the air, she counts down from three and down her arms they go, releasing the cars into the city.

A few cars managed to get in front of you, all going the same way, but you know a shortcut. You take a right, some following, with the rest going straight.

Picking up the speed, sirens and flashing lights come up behind you. “Shit.”

The cops chasing happened every now and again, but they know you, so they let you off the hook. Once they get a look at your number plate, their lights and siren turns off. “Oh, thank fuck.”

Shifting gears, Bee goes faster. From taking turns and knowing the routes, you see where you first started, a grin on your face. With a look in the rearview mirror, your grin drops as you see the others are not that far behind you. Putting pressure on the pedal with a smirk now, Bee goes over the line with cheers from the bystanders. 

Dean has a smirk on his face, muttering a “Fuck me” when you drove past.

Slowing down and coming down to a stop, you get out of the car with a giant smile on your face. Dean had already begun to walk towards you as the others had caught up and stopped in random places.

Dean picked you up from the ground and spun you around with the same smile you had on his face. You wrap your arms around his neck before he puts you back on your feet, his arms still around you.

You let out a squeal as his lips smash against yours, yourself taking a moment before returning the kiss. “Let me just say that was totally hot,” he says against your lips. He leans his forehead against yours, separating from the kiss.

“Yeah?” your smile widens.

“Mm-hmm. When you drove past, you want to know what I said?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck me.”

“Did Sam drop you off?” you ask, leaning your head back a bit to see him properly. “Yeah, why?”

“‘Cause I really want to fuck you.”

Can you do a Sam x reader kind of like a bonnie and Clyde au idk I’m a sucker for those kind

Ooo, this sounds interesting. Now, forgive me if this doesn't fill your request. Idk what else to write for this au, so I just went with what came off the top of my head

Bonnie and Clyde’s Holiday

Sitting on the loveseat with your legs over an armrest and your back leaning against the other, you groan in annoyance. “Can we go on a holiday to Hawaii or something?”

“That sounds like a good idea, darlin’. We haven’t been there yet.” Sam turns away from the table to face you. “But what would we do in Hawaii?” He leans against the table, his clothes pressing against his body in all the right places.

It has you in your thoughts and got you thinking of what you want to do to him.

He calls your name, finally getting you out of your thoughts of him. “Get your things packed. We’re going to the bank, then we’re going on that little holiday.”

He presses his lips against yours. His hands grip onto your hips to bring your body against his whilst putting more heat into the kiss.

After a small moan escapes from you, you mumble against his lips, “We’re gonna be late.”

Waiting for the scared man shakily put the money in a duffel bag, you walk around, getting bored mixed with excitement by the minute.

Once the money’s done, Sam grabs your hand and walks you out of the store and into the car. “Where to now?” he asks.

“I want to go to a store to get some things.”

Driving to a store, the police arrive at the bank, getting answers to their questions from the people who were there.

Parking in a spot at K-Mart, you tell Sam to wait in the whilst you go shopping.

Wandering through aisles, you had grabbed some clothes; togs, everyday clothes and pajamas for the both of you and Sam.

You then just walked  out, the monitors beeping at the unpaid clothings. “Hey, you need to pay for those!” the security guard began to jog towards you, but you just kept walking and into the car you were when the guard had caught up.

Driving away again, the two of you are now on your way to the airport. “Ready for that holiday?” asked Sam, who gets a simple nod in return. “Can’t wait to see what they have in store for us.”

Looking After You

Pairing: Sam x Pregnant!Reader

Your phone buzzes on the bedside table as you came out of the bathroom, a towel managing to cover you up. 

We’re on our way. 

Bring some caramel slice. Your daughter is craving it again.

You put your phone down where it was to get changed into one of Sam’s flannels and one of your sweatpants.

Minutes pass to have knocks at the door. “That was quick, don’t you think?” you rest a hand on your stomach, feeling a kick against it. Opening the door, it wasn’t the person you were expecting.

A small amount of powder gets blown into your face. Coughing and waving it away, the thump of the body fills your ears.

“(Y/N),” hands cup your face, the blurriness going away and becoming clear. A hand moves off your face to rest against your stomach. 

“I’m fine,” you rest each hand on top of Sam’s. Your skin had become more pale and your body grew more tired.

“Dean.” Sam looks at his brother worriedly. “Take care of them while I take care of this one.” He pushes the witch forward a bit before closing the door and walking over to the Impala.

Helping you into bed, your back facing the edge of the bed, your stomach towards Sam’s space on the bed, he sits at the end, starting to clean out some of his guns.

An hour or two later, you managed to get some food and drinks into your system in that time period.

With your eyes closed and hand on your stomach, Sam puts down the gun cleaner as a sigh escapes from him. He watches your body breathe steadily.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

Sam lies on his side and towards you. His face being the same level as your belly. “What about her?” He moves his hand under your (his) flannel, he caresses his thumb against your skin.

“She’s fine, Sam.”

With your skin coming back to normal colour, your shirt gets risen up more to rest under your breasts and to feel Sam’s lips against where your infant daughter is resting.

“Dean messaged when you were asleep. He said that he killed the witch and that he’s coming back with some diner food.” He moves his head up a bit to glance up at you, who’s looking back down at him.

“I’m feeling better, Sam. Before, my whole body was in pain and she kept kicking me more, but now, she’s calmed down and my body is easing up.”

Just in time, the door opens to show your brother-in-law with diner food bags and keys in both hands. “How are the ladies doing?” He dumps the things down on the table before moving over to you. Sam gets off the bed and to the food as Dean presses a kiss on top of your head before pressing another to the side of your stomach and to feel a kick against his lips.

“Little lady has become more happy and mama lady is feeling better.”

“Good. Man, I hate witches.” He moves to sit on Sam’s side and rests a hand on your stomach, feeling his niece kicking up a storm. “Seems like she agrees with me.” Kissing your head again, he gets up and starts to eat his food, Sam bringing yours and his over to your shared bed.

Sitting against the backrest, you stop yourself from biting your burger, you ask, “Where’s the caramel slice?”

Sam puts his food down. “I’ll go get it.”

Oh, You Have One Too

Eddie x F!Reader x Venom x Riot

Summary: You know about Eddie and his symbiote, but he doesn’t know you have one yourself. One day, Riot comes out and gives Eddie a surprise

A/N: You have Riot for your symbiote and you’ve made him good like Eddie did with Venom

Coming home from doing shopping and getting takeout, Eddie sees you talking to yourself. “You okay, babe?” You turn around, your little conversation being cut off by him. “Yup.”

“Who were you talking to?” He asks, seeing that your phone wasn’t in hand.

Something doesn’t feel right, Eddie. Venom says in his head. One of them are here.

Eddie sits down on one of the stools as you’re on the other side of the island of the counter and lean against it. “What’s he saying?” you nod towards him.

“Uh, I- he said-” 

Venom forms his head from Eddie’s shoulder and repeats, “One of them are here.” A light pink blush covers your cheeks. “Oh, uh, yeah, I know.”

“How?” asks Eddie. With you saying Riot’s name, your symbiote covers your body with his.

“Venom’s talking about me. Hello, Eddie.”

“Oh, you have one too.” Eddie rasps out with a groan.

Riot goes back into your body, but leaves his head to rest and nuzzle against the side of your neck.

“H-How could you have him?”

“How could I have-? So, you’re allowed to have him and I can’t have Riot?”

“He’s bad!”

“He’s changed! You managed to change Venom and I managed to change Riot.”

“I-I know. I’m sorry.”

“I knew something has been feeling weird for the past few months.”

“Shut up, Venom.” you and Eddie say in unison.

With you and Eddie on the couch and takeout in front of you minutes later, “Wanna go for a swing later?” you asked. Both the symbiotes agreed, but with Eddie, “No!”

If ur request is still open, may I have an oneshot for Venom? Extra fluffy pls. Reader used to be one of Marines, and she had suffered from mental depression due to wars she've been involved. In case the mental topic make ya uncomfortable, let me know 😔

Oh, honey, the mental topic is okay with me! Even with myself dealing with depression, it is algood for me to write something like this♥️. Thank you for the request and thank you for letting me know if it'll make me uncomfortable 🥰🥺. I apologize if this oneshot/fanfic triggers anyone

Venom’s Marine

Jolting up in bed, your hands had gripped onto the sheets, your knuckles turning white. Tears had already begun to stream down your cheeks and dripping down onto your sheets.

In the corner of your eyes and through the tears, you see a blob roll its way into your room. It grips onto the semi-fallen sheets to climb itself onto your bed,

Immediately, you know it’s Venom.

Wiping the tears away, you cover your hand with your oversized hoodie sleeve to wipe away at the snot that had begun to run from your nose.

Venom merged his body with yours to form his head in front of you. “What is wrong, little one?” Silence became his answer. He bumps his ‘nose’ against yours.

You chuckle out sadly whilst looking down to your lap. “It’s nothing.”

“If it is nothing, then would you like to explain why there is water coming from your eyes and this weird substance coming from your nose?”

You giggle at the words he used for ‘tears’ and ‘snot’.

“Well, you know how I was in the marines.” He gives a single nod. You take in a deep breath in before letting it out slowly. “You also know that I have PTSD, but I also have depression because of what I did during the battles. My head has been giving me these thoughts of the people I’ve killed, of how their families and friends won’t be able to see them because I killed them.”

“You were trying to protect yourself and the the people you were with.”

“I know, but I feel sorry and bad for their families and friends.”

“It shows that you have feelings.”

Nothing else is said. You both sit in a comfortable silence.

“Where were you before, Venom?” You had remembered that he was out of the room. He doesn’t say anything except for, “Snacks.”

A small smile forms on your face, imagining him going through your freezer for those tator-tots.

He nuzzles his head against your hand as you began to pet him.

You felt his body force yours back onto the bed. “Go back to bed, human.” He forms his full body to have the both of you on your sides, your back against his chest.

“V, I can’t-”

“I’ll be here with you. Forever.”

You place your hands on top of his, a few small tears falling onto your pillow. “Forever.”

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