OwO Pls Make HC Venom X Reader. Reader's Cousin Work At A Chocolate Factory And Their Products Are High-grade.

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

Hello love, could I request Sam Winchester x Male! Toddler reader? Maybe Sam has grown his hair out more because his son loves to play with it and loves how soft it is. But he’s never seen his father with his hair tied back, so when he wakes up from a nap and doesn’t see his dad’s hair resting down over his shoulders/chest he starts crying. Ending with cuddles and more cuteness if you could! Your blog is fantastic, I always get excited to read whenever you post. Keep up the amazing work!!! <3

Okay, this is so cute! I legit squealed after I read this and it’s just from the cuteness of it. And it makes me happy that you’d get excited for my posts ❤️

Hair Loving Baby

You’re sitting on top of your father’s shoulders as he’s walking through the park. For the past few minutes, Sam had been feeling your small hands playing with his hair and would sometimes feel you nuzzle against it.

“What are you doing up there, baby?” He squeezes your legs slightly, getting your attention. “Daddy soft hair.”

“Should daddy cut his hair?” He knows the answer to that. It’s always the same answer he says to Dean whenever he suggests it. For your no, you wrap your arms around his head to hug it to your chest. “No cut hair.”

“Okay,” he chuckles out, “no cut hair.”

Now back at the bunker, your small body is limped with sleep in Sam’s arms, your diaper bag strapped over a shoulder. 

“How was the park?” asked Dean. He leans back in his seat, taking a small break from researching.

“It was good. He got messy with his ice cream as always and a few minutes before we left, he wouldn’t stop playing with my hair.”

Dean hums and gets up, saying that he’s gonna start on dinner.

Sam takes you up to your room. He manages to open the door with his boot. He settles you in your crib and covers you up with your blanket before he quietly dumps your diaper bag on the ground.

Once out of your room, Sam ties his hair up and out of his face to go and help Dean with dinner.

Whines and small cries fill Sam’s ears from the baby monitor. Getting up from his seat, he goes to your room to find you standing up in your crib, your small, chubby hands gripping onto the rail. “What’s up, baby boy?” 

Your cries had quieted down as you stared up at your father. You had never seen him with his hair tied up. He picks you up and rests you upon his hip.

Your bottom lip trembles as small whimpers escape. Tears had welled up in your eyes. Your cries had returned.

“Oh, son.” Sam chuckles out. He cuddles you to his chest as he walks into the lounge, where Dean is sitting and watching a random movie on the TV.

“What’s wrong with him?” he asks.

“I think this is the first time he’s seen me with my hair tied up.” 

The two watch you go over Sam’s shoulder to reach for his tied hair and tugging at the hair tie, letting his hair out. 

Lifting your body above his, Sam settles you on his shoulders to let you play with his hair and nuzzle your face against it. “Do you want a cracker?” Dean asks, getting your attention and cheek now against Sam’s head.

Grabbing the cracker from your uncle’s hand, you start to munch on it as you watch the movie.

“I hate you, Dean.”

“What, why?”

“‘Cause you want him to get crumbs in my hair.”

Dean laughs, “Yeah, I do.”

Thank you for tagging me @burbau

1. name/nickname: names Alex, nickname's AJ (kinda prefer to be called AJ sometimes)

2. gender: male (transgender (ftm))

3. star sign: gemini

4. height: 176cm

5. time: 10:23am

6. birthday: 21 Juns

7. favorite bands/group: god, I like so many bands, but the ones I have to pick would be The Score, Imagine Dragons, Fall Out Boy, 21 Pilots, Queen, Red Hot Chili Peppers and Woodkid

8. favorite solo artists: I can't decide cos I'm a big music lover...

9. song stuck in my head: Stronger by The Score

10. last movie: Ouija

11. last show: The Walking Dead

12. when did i create this blog: uh, April 2020, but I had started reading fics on Tumblr since around mid-year of 2019

13. what do i post: mainly Supernatural, but I'd sometimes write for other fandoms I'm in when writer's block isn't being a pain in the ass

14. last thing googled: Kotaro Kashima

15. other blogs: none

16. do i get asks: kinda

17. why i chose my url: idk why but Dean is my favourite character in Supernatural and I like to think of him as my baby and idk why I chose sleepy in front of it

18. following: 71

19. follwers: 433

20. average hours of sleep: 7-8 hours I guess

21. lucky number: 18

22. instrument: piano and keyboard

23. what am i wearing: a Suicide Squad shirt and shorts

24. dream job: a cooker, baker and/or writer, mainly a writer 🤷‍♂️

25. dream trip: uh, I want to go all over the place cos my mum wanted to travel and take me with her but she can't now or in the future cos she passed away almost a year ago

26. favorite food: crackers and cookies n cream ice cream

27. nationality: New Zealander (Kiwi)

28. top three fictional universes i'd like to live in: Supernatural, Marvel and I'm debating either My Hero Academia or The Walking Dead

I'm tagging: @luci-in-trenchcoats @negans-lucille-tblr @deanwanddamons @holylulusworld and @welldonebeca

Thanks for tagging me @castiels-a-lamp <3

rules: answer 28 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better.

1. name/nickname: depends on who im talking to lol. most everyone on here calls me jd

2. gender: she/her

3. star sign: cancer

4. height: 5′4 and some change

5. time: it is 10:16 am

6. birthday: June 23

7. favorite bands/groups: ?? idk honestly I still listen to a lot of Fall Out Boy

8. favorite solo artists: Post Malone, Conan Grey, Ed Sheeran, many others

9. song stuck in my head: Backseat Serenade x All Time Low (ik im cringing as im typing that but its the truth) 

10. last movie: WW84 (I think Misha just bashed it bc of Warner Bros which I understand lmao) 

11. last show: Peaky Blinders

12. when did i create this blog: sometime back in 2013, but I became a spn blog this year

13. what do i post: lots of spn, destiel, and other garbage lmaoo 

14. last thing googled: go to jail monopoly card

15. other blogs: noooone honey all my eggs are in this basket 

16. do i get asks: yeah, but im bad at answering them. most of the time im on mobile and i dont get notifcations for them (sorry)

17. why i chose my url: bc dean bean and cas loves jelly 

18. following: 427

19. followers: more than i deserve honestly lmao i love you guys

20. average hours of sleep: i really need like more than 10 to function

21. lucky number: 33

22. Instruments: musically challenged 

23. what am i wearing: a My Cousin Vinny tee, nike shorts, and some pink fuzzy socks

24. dream job: uhhh no job

25. dream trip: ever since I watched Outlander, I really wanna go to Scotland 

26. favorite food: sweet and sour chicken

27. nationality: american

28. favorite song: Stay x Post Malone

29. last book read: Where the Crawdads Sings

30. top three fictional universes i’d like to live in: every universe I wanna pick either oppresses women or my race so idk lmfao ill just put Peaky Blinders, Supernatural, and The Umbrella Academy so I can have powers

tagging: @on-a-bender @anotherdowneyfan1 @just-a-weird-fangirl @iheardyourprayer @winchestergirl92 @jingledean @tearsofgrace @jackleope @casbelieves @chocolatecakecas @my-favourite-hellatus 

Sorry if you’ve been tagged in one of these before, but I see you guys tagging me in stuff and I’d like to return the favor!! <3 

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.”

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.”