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OwO pls make HC Venom x reader. Reader's cousin work at a chocolate factory and their products are high-grade. Sometime she brought stock for them and Venom very love it~

Of course I can make a HC for this! I apologize if these HC suck or something because this is the first one I've ever done

We all know how this symbiote loves eating

Especially chocolate

If you have your monthly and crave your secret stash of chocolates from your cousin and finding them gone, you're sad and mad at the same time

And Venom doesn't like that

He doesn't like it when you're feeling that

But if you don't have monthlys and just want chocolate and find them gone, then a simple text or call to your cousin is all you have to do

Your cousin is pretty much the only person in your life who knows about Venom

So they pack five extra bags/boxes of favourite flavours just for the symbiote

Whenever the symbiote sees the symbol of the company on the package

He does a wiggle dance

It's so cute

And adorable

It's like he's a child who's really excited about going to Disneyland or going to the park

He'll even annoy the hell out of you for chocolate, even if he still has his own

"give me some, little one"

"no. You still have a box full"

He will not stop until you give him what he wants

Along with some attention

But mainly the chocolate

If you have a smudge of chocolate on the corner of your lips, he will

Not

Hesitate

To lick that stuff off

When out in public, he'd be hiding in the pocket of your hoodie or pants and you'd sneakily put some in your pocket for him or he just brings some with him in the little place and munch away

But if he's in your butt pocket and he makes a mess

That is going to be a bit of problem to explain to people that you didn't shit yourself

Into The Button Eyed World: Today is for Gardening

Summary: Deciding to move out of the bunker and into the Pink Palace since hunts are now over, the three of you do not know about the movie Coraline as the house is straight out of the movie. You’re the one that goes through the door and experience the button-eyed world.

Pairings: Dean x Reader x Sam Word Count: 1025 Into The Button-Eyed World Masterlist Warnings: None

A/N: Have fun and feedback would be appreciated A/N 2: I’ll repost the masterlist once all the chapters are finished A/N 3: Tags are open

Putting some seed bags on the window sill, you hear the keys on the laptop click away. “I almost fell in a well yesterday, Sam.”

“Mm-hm”

Such love from him.

“It’s the perfect day for gardening, don’t you think?” You itch the rashes on your palms whilst turning and leaning back on the counter. “A, you can be clumsy sometimes, and B, it’s raining.”

“But I want things to grow when people come to visit. The garden looks like a graveyard.”

“It’s raining, so you’re gonna get covered in mud.”

Letting out a small groan, you walk over to him to wrap your arms around his shoulders and rest your head against his. “How’s the law stuff coming along?”

“How’s your unpacking coming along?” he retort back. You mock what he said as you stand up from his body.

“Oh, yeah. Some guy left this for you on the front porch.” Sam reaches down beside him to grab a newspaper-wrapped object and hands it over to you. Unwrapping it, there was a note stuck to it.

Hey, (L/N). Look what I found in Grandma’s trunk. Looks familiar? - Wybie

Groaning at the name, you take the note off to see a doll looking exactly like you. “Huh, a little me. That’s a bit weird.”

“What’s his name, honey?”

“Wybie.” you say in disgust. “I’m way too old for dolls. Teddies are a good go.” You peck Sam’s cheek as you walk out the kitchen.

Pushing a room door open, Dean is seated at a desk, also typing away. “Hey, Dean. How’s the work going?” Seconds pass without an answer from the eldest Winchester. “Dean.”

“Hey, (Y/N).” He turns in his seat to see you properly, and the doll in your hand. “And (Y/N)...doll?” He turn back in his seat to look over the mechanic stuff.

“Do you know where the garden tools are?”

“What’d the moose say?”

“I’m clumsy and that it’s raining.”

“Then you won’t be needing the tools.”

Looking at the door, you nudge it with your finger, hearing a squeak from it. Your hand and fingers wraps around the handle to push and pull the door, having more squeaks fill the silence, along with the rain and typing of the keys.

“You know, this house is 150 years old.”

“Wow, something’s older than you. Why does it matter how old it is?”

“Go explore it.” He hands you a notepad a pen. “Go count all the doors and windows that are blue. I need to work for a bit, babe.” He pecks your lips before going back to work.

Walking out of the room with the pad and doll in each hand, you strip your jacket off and dump it somewhere behind you.

A lump in front of you makes you stop next to the staircase in the hallway, you eyes averting down to a bump in the carpet. Your boot presses against it, appearing behind you now. Pressing once again, it divides into two. You give up.

Twelve leaky windows

A drop of water splashes against the words as soon as they were written down.

Going to a guest bedroom upstairs, you take a small glance around it before going to the joined bathroom. You pull back the curtain to see crawly bugs scattering away from you.

A small tingle gets your attention, making you glance down to see one of them had flew onto you. You whack it flat with your palm, squishing its guts on the spot of your arm and hand.

You turn the cold dial of the bathtub, waiting for the water to come through. Instead, you feel it on top of you head. Quickly, you turned the dial the opposite way to stop the water.

Taking each step down the stairs, the door in the hallway creaks open. Going in, your mind clicks that it’s the boiler room.

12 disgusting!!! bugs One rusty old water heater

Clicking a button on the way out, the lights start to flicker with a yell of Dean coming down the hall. Your heart races, quickly running back to the boiler room to push the bottom button. A small piece of paper, Don’t Push, gets taped against the wall.

Walking into what seems to be the lounge, you take in the view of it whilst putting the doll on the table, its back leaning against a box. You pull out some photo frames, smiling at them as you place them above the fireplace.

“One boring, blue boy in a painfully boring painting. And four, incredibly boring windows and no...more...doors.” You write down before you blindly reach out for the doll. Your hand doesn’t feel it, so you glance down at the table to see it gone. “Alright, where are you hiding?”

Turning around to a piece of cardboard propped against the wall, you tilt your head, staring back at the doll hiding behind it.

Going to the toy and kneeling to pick it up, you see an outline of a small door, big enough for you to crawl through.

Pushing the cardboard out of the way, you get a better look at the door. The tip of your finger traces the covered lock. “Hey, Sam! Where does this door go?”

“I’m really busy right now, (Y/N)!”

“I think it’s locked. Please!”

Groaning, Sam pushes his chair back to come see where you are. He sees you kneeling in front of a small door. “Will you be happy if I get this opened for you?” He sees a puppy look on your face and a small whimper coming out of you. “Fine!”

Going back to the kitchen, Sam opens a random draw of keys to rummage through them and finding a strange looking key, thinking it must be it.

Back in the lounge, he cuts around the door, your curiosity growing by the second. Unlocking and opening it, bricks are stacked on top of each other. You question why they’re there. “They must’ve bricked it up when they divided up the house.” He leaves the room.

“You didn’t lock it!”

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.”

(The reader is Dean’s brother and is younger than dean by two years and older than Sam by two years) The reader comes home one day and acts very strange, when Dean asks the reader about the reader says nothing’s wrong but then one day the reader’s shirt collar dips slightly and Dean sees hickeys Love your work btw

Now I’m thinking that this’ll happen to me 😅. Thank you for the request, anon, and thank you for loving my work ❤️

The Hickey Mystery

The bunker’s door smashes shut behind you. You had been gone for a little over a day and both your brothers had been blowing up your phone with texts and calls.

Your only response to them was, ‘I’m fine. I’m doing something. I’ll be back soon.’

Once you were in the library, Dean was standing in the middle of the room, his gun raised.

“Don’t raise your gun at your brother. It’s rude to do that to people you know.”

“Where have you been?” Dean lowers his gun and places it on the table.

“I told you. I was doing something.”

“Which was?” He shakes his head a bit with his hand moving to the side with a little shake (idk how to describe the gif).

“I don’t always have to say where I’ve been all the time. What if I was somewhere that you didn’t like?” You shrug. Dean furrows his eyes and a frown is on his face as if he was pulling a face of disgust. “Exactly.”

The next day, Sam was out at the grocery store as you were cooking away in the kitchen.

The smell of bacon runs through the air and into Dean’s room, having him wake up more.

When he’s in the doorway of the kitchen, he sees dark purple blotches on the showing side of your neck, going down your shoulder and hiding away beneath the oversized sweater you’re wearing.

“Where’d you get those? I know they’re not from a hunt.”

You turn around, spatula in hand. Dean sees more purple marks on your collarbone and hiding away beneath the sweater.

“You should know what they are. I’m sure you’ve given them to someone or the other way around.” You go back to the food cooking away on the stove.

His footsteps come closer to you and his body stops right behind yours. You feel the back of the sweater being pulled up until it’s bunched up at your neck. Cold air hits your back.

“Jesus, dude.” Dean’s eyes never leave your back.

Scratches and faint red lines litter your back, along with fingernail markings dug into your skin. “What chick did you hook up with? She must’ve been good if she did that to you.”

“Hello, Dean.” Cas’ voice gives your brother fright. “God, Cas.” The hand that was holding your sweater is now resting over his beating heart. 

His eyes then scan over the markings on the angel’s neck. He then puts the two together and moves past his best friend. “Oh, hell no!”

“I presume he saw the markings on your back?” Cas asks you, his arms wrapping around your torso. His cheek is pressed against your back.

“On my neck, too.”

“Will you let me heal your wounds?”

Turning off the stove and putting the pan on a cooled element, you rest your hands on his hips to bring his body closer to yours. “What did I tell you? I like these sort of markings you give me.”

Something soft then gets thrown at the both of you. “Don’t do it in the kitchen!”

“No bacon for you then!”

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.”