Drabble: 32. “This is why we don’t leave you two alone”
Pairing: Venom/Eddie Brock x Reader
Word Count: 504
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
You couldn’t help the snicker that fell past your lips when you first saw Eddie sprayed against the living room wall. In the beginning, when you had first started seeing him, you would’ve thought that this bizarre behavior should’ve given him a one-way ticket into an insane asylum. But you soon figured out that the reasoning behind all of this was Venom, the alien symbiote, or parasite as Eddie often called him. So now, whenever you found Eddie in an oddly, almost compromising situation you most likely knew that the two had had an argument, or something of the sort.
“Oh, stop laughing and help me or something would you.” You watched with amusement in your eyes as Eddie barely managed to move his head to focus on you. His arms were spread out wide, glued to the wall of his apartment as his legs too were stuck against the wall. He tried his hardest to remove his right arm from the wall, but just as it was maybe half a foot away from the wall a thick, black liquid shot out from his arm and latched on to the wall again. “Come on, man! Just let up already— will you stop taking pictures and help me, y/n?!”
“This is why we don’t leave you two alone.” You let out a snort as you shoved your phone back into your pocket, a faint smirk forming on your lips as you stepped closer to the man stuck to the wall. “Come on, V, let him go already.”
Within seconds a long strand of the black, oil like substance crawled up Eddie’s back and appeared on his left shoulder. The substance begsnvto form what appeared to be a head, and soon, large, jagged teeth formed a sinister smile as two large white holes appeared in the middle of the goo. You placed your hands against your hips as the alien narrowed his eyes, a small snark coming from him. HE DESERVES THIS. came Venom’s reply, quickly followed by his slithering tongue darting out to run over his large teeth. HE DOES NOT LISTEN WELL.
“I’m literally right here, Venom!” Eddie let his head fall against the textured wall as he let out a sigh, and once again you snickered before patting his cheek affectionately. “Can you like.. bribe ‘em or something?”
“Sorry, babe,” You shook your head a bit after pressing against your toes to place a kiss against his cheek. Stuffing your hands into the pockets or your jacket, you shrugged before taking a step back to take one last look at the very amusing situation. “V could kill me if he wanted, though I know he won’t. Also, this is all very amusing.” To prove your point, you pulled your phone out once again to flash a quick photo of Eddie and his situation, to which the man groaned as he tried to free himself from the wall again. “Good luck getting out of this one.”
Easily becomes over worried and is really surprised you’re doing this on your own.
Aids you with bandaging and taking care of your wound despite not asking to do so. Please let this gentle giant take care of you.
Will spend the next few hours constantly making sure you’re alright and pampering you with love and affection.
Effectively you make him worry even more than before when you go out on missions.
Leonardo:
Freaks the hell out when he sees that you’re wounded and trying to bandage/stitch it up yourself without any professional, medical aid.
As he watches, it’s almost as if he’s in more pain than you are. The sight of your wound makes him sick to his stomach and he hates that he wasn’t there to protect you.
Repeatedly asks if there’s anything he can do to help you. Will 100% run to the nearest store to get you pain relievers or anything else you ask for.
Not the best at helping you bandage yourself up but he will do his best.
Steven:
To be honest he’s a little hurt that you didn’t come to him for help in the first place and that he found out you were hurt on his own.
Regardless he’ll offer you his help and aid you in stitching up your wounds.
He won’t pressure you into telling him why you hid it from him or didn’t come to him for help. In the end he starts to worry over other things you might not have brought up or have hidden from him.
On the other hand, Steven is highly impressed with your ability to take care of your own wounds, but he’d still prefer it that you get professional help or come to him when you’re in need of aid.
Zapp:
Honestly thinks it’s kind of hot.
Seriously he will think you’re a total badass. Especially if you’re stitching up your own wound.
Now whenever he gets injured he’ll most likely come to you instead of going to a doctor (because it’s free when you help him). So good luck with that.
Still, he’s a little worried about you and is more than willing to help out if you ask him.
Zed:
He’s a little pissed that you’re taking care of your wounds on your own instead of seeking medical attention from a doctor.
“It could be infected! Do you even know what you’re doing?! What could have possibly happened for you to get that kind of wound?” he’s bombarding you with questions and is no help for a good five minutes.
Immediately drags you to Luciana to get her to check on you.
Scolds you for not getting help from someone else, literally anyone. He’s honestly worried and afraid that you could get seriously hurt or worse.
As sweet as this homemade anniversary dinner is, you have eyes on a much more delectable treat than the spread before you.
“Wow, you aren’t even gonna touch the food first?” McCree grins at you as you stretch your feet out, pressing lightly against the thin fabric of the apron. It shifts with every movement of your feet, revealing more and more of his gloriously tanned skin. He can’t possibly expect to wear nothing but this apron and that you wouldn’t jump on him at the first opportunity.
Your hooded eyes gleam with desire and amusement, a finger tapping at your lips as you watch his muscled form twitch. “Then you shouldn’t have put an even more delicious dish in front of me, McCree.” His eyes flutter and his mouth falls agape when you slip your feet under the apron to touch his heated erection, caressing and slipping over him until you feel wetness smear over your toes.
The writing on the apron distorts as he slides down and opens his thighs to you, inviting your touch, but you can still read it clear as day. ‘It’s not done right if it ain’t raw’ is printed in large letters over a picture that has been scratched out in marker pen, McCree’s handwriting replacing it with ‘my ass’.
You bite your lip and tuck one foot under his ass to nudge at his hole teasingly. “Besides, I don’t think you’ll last throughout dinner without something in your ass.”
The outlaw groans in reply and gets out of his seat, instead sitting down on the floor and flopping onto his back before you with his legs raised to reveal his winking hole and throbbing cock. He pouts up at you as he spreads his cheeks wide, “I can entertain ya while you eat, boss.”
“That you can, Jesse McCree,” you point at a pile of freshly washed and intact cucumbers on the counter. “Get to it. I want that ass ready for dessert.”
He moans and fingers himself uncontrollably for a heartbeat until you kick his thigh with the top of your foot to nudge him into action. “Yes, ma’am,” he groans and rolls to his knees to start crawling over to the counter.
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