#I love venom so much he’s such a blunt individual but damn is it hot

[sweetlovingfictionals]

I remember in one of my little Daydreams with Venom for a special spot he took me to is on top of a large building overlooking the city together. His large hand holding up mine to help me climb onto the tower, the wind slightly wisping against my hair, making sure I stay extra close to him, afraid I’ll fall off. His large and teethy smile grinned. “Don’t worry, baby boy. I ain’ gonna letcha fall. I would hate to have to clean you off the floor.” A snort.

“Which is why I’m staying extra close to you, love. I’m not gonna try and risk having the last slide of my life.” Mika would respond, trailing his nail and finger with their own. Venom keeps a hand against my hip where his hands would trail to my bottom. “We can swing around the city in a little bit if you’d like. For now, let’s chow down on some dinner you brought with you~.”

[one-piece-but-smitten]

Fearless

Nami × Reader

Tags/TW: Small bit of Sexual Harassment

~~~~~~~

"Oi bartender, hit me with another whiskey."

You managed to croak, your hot cheek resting comfortably against the cold leather of your jacket. It had been a rough night for you. Right now, you were trying to burn it out with the Fireball you kept ordering. The barkeep cocked a brow at you, passing silent judgement before sliding you the glass. You took it up gratefully, sipping at the poison. She glanced at you a few times, unable to hide her curiosity as she finally spoke to you.

"You don't seem like the heavy drinker type. What's your damage?"

She asked. You looked over at her again. She was unbelievably pretty. Long, ginger hair fell far past her shoulders and draped down her back like a fiery waterfall. A mirthless chuckle escaped your mouth before you sipped at the glass again.

"Nothing major, not worth rememberin' anyway."

You replied. The answer doesn't seem to satisfy her, you could tell from the way her hazel eyes lingered on you. She fixed a drink for a fellow not too far down from your stool, and you let yourself get back to your thoughts.

Nothin' major... What a load of horse shit.

You thought bitterly to yourself, unable to push it out of your mind.

----

"Fired?!"

"Exactly right, [Name]. The company has no more need for you here. I'm sure there are plenty of opportunities for new wor-"

The man jumped as you slammed your hand down against the desk, standing upright. You were a tall individual, and the way your boss cowered under your shadow emphasized it greatly. Your eyes narrowed at him viciously.

"May I ask the reason you're firing me, sir?"

You growled, venom dripping as you addressed him by the title. He swallowed, looking up at you sheepishly. You weren't stupid. You knew why. You just wanted him to grow a pair and say it to your face. You watched him take his time, gathering his courage before glaring up at you fearfully.

"B...B-Because you're terrifying, damn it!!! Now get off the premise b-before I call security on you!!"

He shot back, his voice high and squeaky as he shot up and pointed at the door. You let out a huff, shooting him one last death glare before turning on your heel to stalk out of the office.

"Fine, you've been a pain in the ass anyway."

----

"--You okay there??"

You snapped your head up, brought out of the memory by a voice. It was the barkeep again... What was her name? You managed a grin, shifting slightly on the barstool.

"Yeah, yeah. Just got a little lost in thought,"

You paused, squinting at the small tag above her chest that held her name.

"Nami."

You looked back up at her, seeing her give you a small smile. You liked that smile. It was warm, radiant. Most smiles that were aimed your way were nervous or uncertain, so the little gesture felt like a nice change. You went back to your drink, but eventually your eyes wandered back to Nami. She really was beautiful. A sigh escaped your lips before you caught yourself, mentally blaming the drink for the rouge tint of your cheeks as you chug the rest of it down. Lovely as she was, that smile was only given to you because you were a customer. People like you were too scary for a fragile thing like love. You couldn't even remember your last relationship.. Maybe that was just because you forgot. Either way, you felt the chances were slim. Getting out of the depressing subject, you watched a man wander back towards the bar from the table section, a few of his friends not far behind him. He had an arrogant look about him, something told you he felt like starting trouble. He came over to where Nami was, leaning against the counter towards her. She only spared him a glance as she fixed drinks for the other patrons, flashing him a quick smile.

"What can I get you?"

She asked him. The grin on his face grew wider as he glanced back at his friends. You studied him silently from your seat, taking in small details to get a read on him. He was tall, a little taller than you, even. His face was marred by multiple scars, the way they adorned his face told you he had earned those from fights. Your grip tightened on the whiskey glass in your hand, your mind on edge as he leaned in closer to her.

"How about a round?"

She raised her eyebrow at the request, crossing her arms as she chuckled. You knew what he meant, but apparently Nami had missed it.

"Bud, I need to know what kind of drink you want."

She replied. The smug expression of his refused to falter as he let out a sharp laugh. You weren't liking this guy, not one bit. Your eyes hardened as you watched the interaction.

"What kind of round? I'd say a rough one in that hotel nearby when you're done here, pretty lady. What about it?"

He replied. His friends chortled in the background, whooping and praising his wit like a pack of yesmen. This could go one of two ways; either he takes "no" or he doesn't. Paired with the little fleet of kissups he had with him, your gut told you "no" wasn't in this dumbass's vocabulary today. Nami sighed, closing her eyes. With her beauty, she had to be used to the gross flirts by now. That thought gave you no comfort whatsoever.

"That sounds really nice, sir, but I'm not really interested."

She replied shortly. You hid a snort at the blunt reply, going unnoticed by the man. His eyes narrowed at the answer, and within moments he had overstepped his bounds tremendously. His hands had snaked over the counter, going immediately to Nami's ass. She let out a yelp, but she didn't fight back. She couldn't. Like hell you were going to let this go.

You stood up slowly from your seat, your blood boiling as you approached him. He looked over at you with a disinterested expression, looking nonchalant as he gripped her behind.

"What d'you want? I'm in the middle of something here."

He grumbled. You ignored him, your eyes going over to Nami. She let out small whimpers as he groped her, your eyes locking with hers.

She looked terrified.

Your movement was swift and powerful. You raised your left arm, and your hand locked itself onto his head as you forced it down against the bar counter with a monstrous force. His hands flew away from her as he screamed out in pain, clutching his face. You broken his nose, along with a few of his teeth. God, you wished you could do so much worse, but you wouldn't dare to scar Nami with any more of that. Your eyes narrowed down at him dangerously, your anger raw and barely contained as you maintained the grip on his cranium.

"That wasn't a smart thing to do, pal. She just told you no, that wasn't a fuckin' invitation. You're lucky that I haven't fucked up more than your face, you pig."

You hissed into his ear, letting his head go before taking him by the collar and tossing him at his friends. They caught him unsteadily, looking fearfully over at you. You looked down on them, your voice a deep rumble as you growled over at them.

"Get out and don't come back."

You stated. They didn't need to be told twice. No sooner than you said it, the small troupe scrambled out the door, carrying the incapacitated harasser with them. You turned back to Nami, your eyes searching her worriedly.

"Are you okay?"

You asked, the concern obvious in your tone. You met her eyes again. You knew you were scary, what just happened had to be terrifying for her. She probably saw you as a monster now.. No more sunshine smiles for you..

But there wasn't any fear in her eyes.

She grinned up at you, looking amazed.

"I'm okay now, don't worry! That was terrifying though... I don't know what would have happened if you didn't come save me like that.."

She said, shivering. You felt a blush crawl into your face, smiling back at her sheepishly.

"I-It's no big deal, really.. I just did what was right."

You replied humbly, scratching the back of your neck. She shook her head at the reply, her gaze full of fire.

"You just KO'ed a guy bigger than you like it was nothing!! Don't go all modest on me with that kind of stunt, I owe you big time!" 

She replied firmly, taking your hand in hers and giving it a quick squeeze before putting it down. You looked away, feeling your blush grow rapidly.

"At least let me thank you somehow."

She offered. Your heart skipped a beat. Maybe there was a chance.. You look down at her, swallowing.

"Well, I'm free on Wednesday if you wanna head to the movies that night.."

You reply, setting your hands in your pockets awkwardly. Your eyes drift back to her face, and the sight almost makes you lose it.

She's blushing.

No weird face. No grimace. No sign of rejection. Hope sparked inside of you and caught on your heart like wildfire as she felt her cheeks, avoiding your gaze in an embarrassed fashion. Adorable. Finally, she looked back up at you, giving you that sunshine smile that you were growing fond of.

"Okay... But can I know something?"

Taking a second to get out of your dumbfounded stupor, you looked down at her curiously.

"Of course, what's up?"

She giggles.

"What's your name?"

You pause, processing it for a minute. Finally, you let out a laugh. It goes for a minute before you calm down, apologizing before catching your breath fully.

"Sorry about that... I had forgotten to introduce myself, I'm so stupid!"

You chuckle, shaking your head. You hold out your hand, offering her your first genuine smile of the night.

"I'm [Name]."

She grasps your hand, shaking it slightly.

"I'm happy to finally know it. How about you come here around 7:30 that day to pick me up?"

You grin.

"Sounds good."

Suddenly, the back pocket of your riding pants started to vibrate. You rolled your eyes, pulling out your phone to see your friend was calling. They didn't call unless they needed you down there for something. With a sigh, you look back at her apologetically.

"Sorry to cut this short, but I gotta go. If that fucker gives you any trouble again, call me."

You say, taking out an old receipt and a pen from your pocket to scribble down your number. You slide it down towards her along with the money for your drinks before heading towards the door, taking up your helmet on the way out. You can feel her eyes on you as you go.

The eyes that refuse to fear you.

~~~~~~~

I SMELLED NAMI STANS AND I HAVE COME TO FEED YOU HELLO I AM HERE

By the by, most of my reader inserts are gender neutral and unless someone specifically requests for a gender that's how it stays

[musesanddrabbles]

Reversal

If his heart was made of glass, then surely, hers must be of greed.  

His eyes once whispered molten hot passion cooled to ashes. He didn't look at her anymore. Although she adored him all the same. Those vicious lips and sharpened fangs had bled all over her own, drew her into his alluring hell. Burrowing deep into her soul, violent like the stormy seas. Their bodies fitted together so perfectly, his heat almost scalding her. Rasping breaths down her nape, murmuring desires into her ears, with a voice, sultry as death. She loved the way he felt inside her, fervent as forest fire, devouring with nightmarish hunger of their jet-black lust, resonating like a beast. Her broken voice cried his name to the heavens where he sent her, only to be silenced with a famished kiss, spurred with need.        

And now he smiled for someone else.  

She caught him at the corner of her gaze, noticing he held another woman's hands. Intoxicating her with his hellish attraction and silver smooth words, the same he did to her. Alas, but a beautiful, soulless creature, she could almost hear echoes when he walked. Empty, she thought, he must be empty. Leaving a path of weeping girls behind him, and her, his latest victim. She recognized that sickening expression he wore, a half smirk and graceful nonchalance coupled with playful lip bites. Every bit gorgeous as the day they met, only this time, it wasn't for her. And the new girl, flustered, naïve, twirling her hair, and falling into his trap. What a serpent.    

Does anyone ever satisfy his hollow glass heart?  

He saw her glaring, pulled the girl in for a kiss, smiling into her affections, whilst meeting her eyes. Taunting her, reminding her, just how much she yearned him, how much she still wants him. She left the room, feeling her chest clench a little tighter, and her mind, a lot quieter.  

She used to cry when it became clear he was bored of her. Questioned the gods how fate could've been so cruel. And prayed every night for him to return to her side again.  

God didn't answer.  

Her tears now dried, left streaks and scars on her cheeks, ice cold to the touch. In its place were something sinister, twisted her inside out, and her guts, long rotted. Ah, he has tainted her, enchanted her with his poison.  

She doesn't stop thinking about him.  

Oh, but it wasn't something jovial like jealousy, no, no, it was much, much darker. Exasperating, abominable, with piranha sharp teeth and dagger claws, lacerating her insides, squirming desperately to get out.  

And she finally relinquished.

She's madly in love.  

She's madly in love...

She's mad.    

.:.:.:

He was before her again, wrists bruised from tightened ropes. How beautiful, she thought, the red on his skin contrasted so brilliantly with milky white. Their hands interlaced, feeling the bloodless chills of his palms, shivering down her spine, and pretended, she didn't hear the curses he'd been slinging at her. She straddled him, melting into his body heat, leaned against his neck. She'd missed his scent; the same sweet blooded horror as he was. Mellow, yet every bit wicked, exhilarating.  

Like a haughty nightingale, perched atop a high tree in all of his glory, singing his lungs out, bewitching with his songs. And she chased after him, finally feeling the velvet of his feathers, to see him burst into hellish flames, stung hot as a scorpion, engraving her in his marks, his spells. His glass, glass heart.

And she finally caged him.  

There was venom on his tongue that tasted of nightshade. Enough to drown her with bitter intoxication. Leaving her breathless, bleeding, when he bit her lower lip. Letting her own wretched blood dissolve with him, in a suffocating struggle. His hatred carving her out, and even then, she didn't stop.  

Her hand was over his chest, feeling his heartbeats pulsing against her, the same glass heart, that no longer beat for her. What once burned intensely on the pyre became a little less than a pile of lifeless rubble. But her, long gone, incinerated by the hell fire that was him. How ironic his cold, ephemeral love felt so deceivingly warm. Alluring, as the disgust, hatred, in his eyes of the creature he made her.  

Those hissing lies he no longer spun, swearing with the same seduction he used to purr her name.  

"Let me go, psychotic wench."  

She loved the look on his face when she retrieved her knife; dread, exasperation in his skin-deep captivation. Smooth silver glinted to a point. Slicker, deadlier than mercury. Drawing a painful reflection of her very own lunacy. Her mind had been quiet for a while now. Far too quiet that the incessant ringing in her ears consumed her. Like a brass bell, she was hollow, and if she laughed, she heard echoes.  

God didn't answer, but the devil did.  

"So, you're going to kill me for breaking your heart?"  

How prideful he was at death's door. That reckless indifference to the world, as if it was but a toy spinning on top his palm. When she was driven to sin dark malice, he remained flawless. A marionette in human skin, pretending he could feel. And with the slightest touch, his hide came crumbling, revealing smooth wooden joints of mahogany. Empty.      

He had always been empty, and now, she was too.

Even his blood was a shallow mimic, blossoming into beautiful carnations from the etches she made on his perfectly sculpted abdomen. If he was truly made of wood, then surely, he wouldn't mind being carved. He flinched each time the blade dug into his flesh, warmth crusted over her hands that smelled of copper. Melting caramel oozed from the jagged lines she made, but even then, when he spoke. His voice was the same sickening sweet, laced with insouciant tranquility.                    

"Branding your name on my skin? Isn't that a bit cliché?"  

She leaned in, his vitality, bleeding through her dress, the dripping knife brought to his eye. Tapped the blunt edge against his cheek, watching the glimmer in his pupils reflect a sharp silver. She cooed gently, her wavering breaths on his lips.  

"Yes...  And I am going to do everything that's cliché."  

She smiled, sliding the smooth metal up his jugular, not applying enough force to break the veins. She could almost hear the screeching of delicate glass in her eardrums. What a melodious sound.

"How much does it take to break you?" She hummed, pushing his hair back with the hilt.  

"Would you cry if I slice up this pretty face of yours?" She tilted his jaw, seeing the shadows rippling tide in the trenches of his neck as he swallowed.  

"Or if I gorged out these beautiful eyes?"  

Pressed the weapon in the middle of his chest.  

"Or maybe... I should just end you now."  

Blood spilled over his pretense of a human shell. Puddling between the valleys of each individual rib. Watching his elegance wince and tense as she increased the pressure. His smoldering lashes, casted spidery shadows on his cheek bones. Lidding over the dim, sultry hue of his pupils; the wanton carnality he once looked at her with. Shattering the perfect, perfect, illusions he drowned her, and left her breathless. She stopped.  

"Insanity doesn't suit you..." He said. 

Bounded hands on her cheeks, fervent heat of his palms radiating beneath her skin burned hot. Of the alluring hell he was from, oh, how she had missed his tenderness despite it torn her apart. Leaving her little, brittle, helpless. She bit her lips, melancholy choked in her throat. The very emotions she discarded and replaced with psychosis.  

Because, crazy, became the only thing that kept her sane.  

And it was so easy to bring her back, the wretched, tearing child that lost something precious. His sweet nothings and false promises, she'd damned it all. But it wasn't enough.  

She leaned in, hardly speaking. Her actions were enough to convey; she desired his affections.  

His glass, glass heart.  

And he read her,  

"You are much cuter when you smile."

How could she, when he'd swallowed her whole. Ripping away her flesh until she was bare bones. Nothing was remotely comparable to the euphoria he showed her, she hadn't anything left to smile for. She once crossed the gates of heaven, and was shunned by the angels. She fell. Comforted instead by the mad whispers of the abyss, she chose to close her eyes. 

To lose her humanity.    

What else can she do, but to laugh at her ludicrous fate?

And she did, with the madness of a mocking jay. Oh, futile, a pitiful bird serenading a vicious serpent, its head looming over her like a pendulum, biting acid into her feathers, seethed from decomposing wounds. How pathetic, she thought she must have been, to have gorged out her own heart on a golden platter.  

"The thought of losing me to someone else is unbearable."    

He completed her narration.  

"That you'd rather I die, than to embrace another girl."  

She hated how much he understood her.  

"You're cruel..." She mumbled gingerly. Dropped the weapon by her side, she melted into his touch, placing her hand over his. For a soulless puppet, he was so, unbearably warm. His pulse singing the same wretched melody that enchanted her; a hollow tune reverberated against her own empty husk. And had her mind dangled on a thread before the devil's claws.  

If demons existed, then surely, he must have been one. She could almost see his jet-black wings behind his back, with feathers of finely weaved silk. And the murky glow behind his iris, mysterious like ocean depts, concealing the monstrosity lurking beneath. She was sinking, drowning, but she hadn't care then. She couldn't care now.  

He pulled her in for a hug, squeezing her comfortingly like he once did. His arm swiveled around her shaken, broken body that was far too fragile for her big, big heart. She'd been dyed his color, and it was too late to turn back. She finally saw him now. Menacing horns on his head, and iron claws. With that same bewitching smirk on his lips that was ghastly yet, oh, so ravishing. He was sin manifested in the shape of a man.  

She had indeed been blind.        

She began choking on her own blood as a piercing sensation dug through her back. Her world turned dark, burning the last images of that exquisite portrait into her memory, and the words she heard,  

"Insanity doesn't suit you... It suits me."  

.:.:.:

If her heart was made of glass, then surely, his must be of greed.  

He was in the basement, humming a quiet song. He hung his latest collection on the wall, tucking her hair that was cascading into waves beneath its own weight behind her delicate shell of an ear. He smiled solemnly, touching the scar tissues on his stomach.  

"You're quite the bold one, aren't you?"

And she didn't reply.