An Internship At Wayne Interprises. (part Ii)

an internship at wayne interprises. (part ii)

bruce wayne x male reader headcanons

part i.

warnings: smut, age gap, bottom reader, virgin!reader, top!bruce, established relationship, lowkey kind of fluffy, bruce is falling in love.

a/n: aaaand it's finally here! i hope you all enjoy the long awaited part two! i was watching american psycho recently and bruh, i forgot how hot he looked in it. like. i want to run my tongue all over him.

—as intimidating as bruce was, he never found the courage, or time really, to isolate you from your responsibilities.

—was it cowardliness that he was faced with? or was it that returning feeling that churned in his stomach, swelled in his chest, until it made him rethink the thoughts he’s had of you?

—guilt. he never felt it when he was jerking off to your pictures, which have become a daily routine now. 

—but it returned in powerful marches, ached at the center of his heart, ridiculing him for thinking about his employee in such a crude, exploitive way.

—he always felt it when he saw you first thing in the morning, working quietly, mindlessly as your body had begun to become used to the caffeine.

—like wind chimes, you moved around people - around the wind - not with them, as you made your way to the break room. 

—three packets of sugar and two spoons of creamer normally kept you awake, but the frozen pocket pizza in the toaster oven was the real source of your energy. 

—bruce winced as he silently watched you from afar. you yawned, rubbed your eyes as the heat from the toaster oven warmed the surrounding area.

—jesus, no wonder you’re always so tired. look at the shit you’re eating.

—the march of soldiers, rioting against guilt, roared, and he was reminded of his privilege immediately after. a butler that had been providing him three nutritious meals a day since birth, and a garden of wealth that allowed him to afford a home gym with the best equipment; it was all handed to him and while he did his best to give back to the city, it was never enough to pacify the war zone of his chest. he was a person, a wealthy person, but a person nonetheless.

—you were a person.

—though ironically enough, he came to the the image of you hungrily licking the grease off your fingers when you were finished with breakfast later that night.

—there was always something new about you that he would fixate on when his hand met his cock, stroking it with a glorious amount of lube until it dried. 

—though he never fretted, because your lips, your face, your nose - everything about you - milked him until the fresh stock of cum had become the only slime that layered his softening erection.

—like bruce’s nights, you’ve begun infiltrating the routine of his mornings now.

—or rather, bruce began infiltrating yours after he visited you in the break room for the first time.

—good morning, mister wayne…

—oh, new intern, right? your name was…?

—he always feigned his disinterest because he liked hearing your name come out of your handsome mouth.

—(m/n), sir…

—it sounded beautiful. the softness of your voice kindled a tenderness in bruce and it could’ve cradled him to sleep had the coffee from the break room not been so disgusting and cheap.

—the third time, he memorized the pattern you spoke in. your voice always trailed off at the end of a sentence as if it had been stolen by a criminal.

—it’s (m/n), sir…

—he wished he could be that somebody.

—the fifth time, he’d gotten used to the watery aftertaste of the coffee.

—wait, don’t tell me. your name rhymes with…

—and when you laughed because bruce was completely off by a mile, he saw a glimpse of your soul that had been sheltered by intimidation and anxiety.

—he learned he wanted to become a part of your life when he took you out for lunch.

—long overdue, but i usually take my interns out for lunch.

—bruce usually didn’t.

—oh—mister wayne, i don’t think that’s necessary… i already packed lunch.

—great! you don’t have to pack for tomorrow then.

—wait, but i haven’t set up the meeting with—

—i’ll get someone on it—already made reservations, c’mon.

—he’d learned so much about you that day, then the following, and the next; your upbringing, your hopes and dreams, your downfalls, it felt like he was walking on water with the way you willingly opened more of yourself every consecutive day.

—he could listen to you talk for hours, become poisoned by it if your voice was liquid, and bruce accepted that risk when he made another routine to invite you for lunch.

—previous nights were as followed: he stroked his cock to you, breathing heavily into the memory of your cologne, the wrinkles of your shirt, the curl of your lips when he made a joke.

—since he’d gotten to know you as more than a stained selfie, more than the meek statue that stood in the corner; instead of feeding himself with the thoughts of you that derived from pure lust, the reality of his nights had shifted.

—he stroked himself, that never changed. but he closed his eyes, breathing until he could see the ghost of you by his side.

—your shared bodies tensed into one another as his body curved forward into the arc of your back when he pushed in for the first time. you reached back to hold his thigh, pausing his thrusts because you needed to adjust, because you wanted to feel all of him in complete comfort.

—it was intimacy.

—it only melted - your body - when bruce kissed the shell of your ear, telling you that he’ll continue once you were ready. you let him in, sprouted for him like a bud in spring, and felt all of him swell larger inside of you with a whimper.

—it was vulnerability.

—he made sure you were touched, palming your erection as he rocked his own into your bud. from the nape of your neck to the hill of your back, he blessed you in the wet of his mouth, battling the sweat that had gathered on your body to see who would claim the vacancy of your body.

—he made sure to make you feel safe, drowning you in affection with his low voice, with the bridge that had constructed between your soul and his as he thrusted deeper, connected into you when he pressed into a spot that had the heavy air memorize every letter of bruce’s name.

—and finally crossed when he filled you with all of his endearment towards you, heavy and thick in combative sequence. he never pulled away in fret of losing the sentiment—in fret of losing you. 

—it was love.

—from then on, bruce was devoted to melt the frost that had shielded you, just as you had melted his.

—because he was going to protect you now.

—the guilt that had been egging the shelter of his heart wilted in the pit of his stomach when he kissed you for the first time.

—and then completely died when you kissed him back. 

—your arms were around his neck, and his were around your waist. you and bruce slow danced to the tune of his favorite song, in the middle of his living room, and so did your lips when he leaned in again.

—it never progressed further than that, despite the ache in bruce’s pants yelling at him to. he wanted to savor every moment with you, in case he happened to chase you away like he did with the others.

—you were special, and bruce held you like the rarest gem on earth for the first time that night.

—again, when he visited you in mornings to drive you to work.

—again, on nights where you were too tired to drive back to your apartment.

—again, after morning meetings were over and every businessmen and women left the vicinity upon the announcement of food catering a few floors down.

—and then again, when bruce’s thoughts had become a reality.

—b-bruce, ngh…

—you reached back to his thigh like in his thoughts, carefully maneuvering and pacing his thrusts into you. your breath stained deep into the cover of his pillow when bruce applied his weight into you, fitting his broad body to the dip of your back.

—i got you, hm? —nice and slow…

—his voice tickled your nape, soothing it with chaste kisses when your muscles tensed, and you breathed harder into the pillow when you let his thigh go, freeing him to do as he pleased. the warmth of your breath fogged your skin as his girth opened you to a profound feeling you’ve been too intimidated to discover

—faster, please…

—he was humored, not because you were embarrassing like the flush of your skin thought, but because you were still the same person he’d met months ago, appeased by it. you were calmed by an assurance, a kiss to your shoulder then your lips, yet your body only continued to bloom with roses. 

—you’re still so polite even when we’ve done so many things together…

—bruce pressed deeper into you, panting in your ear as he delivered on your timid demands. he knew you now—read you like a book. you were too afraid to ask for anything despite becoming so vulnerable with each other, and he made sure that you were safe with him.

—your requests were silent sans the moans that have escaped, but he heard every single one of them. his hips drove into you harder for a few rhythms, then excruciating slower to coerce a plea out of you—to pull your beautiful moans along with desperation.

—he wanted to hear you, pulling himself completely out of your bud.

—f-fuuuuck, bruce! please—i need you, please.

—more, he needed to hear you want him as much as he’d been wanting you. his arms wrapped around your waist, and his fingers curled over your cock. it provided a friction, a hole for you to press into as his fist was sandwiched between your body and the bed, and you took the opportunity to desperately thrust into it.

—secretly, you’d hope to thrust yourself back onto his cock.

—but again, he knew you; silently observant and logical, and he raised his hips back, avoiding the desperate grinds of your bottom.

—how badly do you need me, hm? —how bad do you want me?

—bruce needed to hear it, to compel a truth to his prophecy. his hand unwrapped around you and you were left desperately grinding into the soft fabric of his sheets with a whine. they were music to his ears, and the drips of his cock dribbled over the curve of your bottom as if they were notes to a stave, to the sound of your torment.

—i-i need you, please…

—he exhaled.

—so bad.

—he gulped.

—so fucking bad…

—he throbbed.

—mister wayne… —please…

—bruce’s two worlds had collided: his previous thoughts of you rocketed into the current with a cloudy explosion, and he succumbed. you looked back at him with glassy orbs, sweat running down the side of your face, and bruce was overwhelmed by the beauty our deepest desires. how quickly it could destroy the barrier that we’ve built, how quickly he could destroy yours and unfurl your vulnerabilities when he finally drove himself back in one long and smooth thrust. 

—f-fuuuuck...

—it was continuous. you wouldn’t admit it, but he knew you preferred being filled like this. he notified the curl of your fingers, clutching at whatever you could to fulfill the aching need to grasp onto something.

—god—

—hard when bruce came down, but slow and affectionate when he pulled out. you felt every thick inch sliding in and out of you. at times, you would purposely tighten in fear of losing bruce, but his thrusts reminded you that you wouldn’t.

—bruce reminded you again when his lips suckled on your shoulder.

—i’m close, (m/n)…

—when his hand stroked your aching cock.

—m-me too…

—and when bruce pushed all of his sweaty weight onto you with one hard thrust.

—shit, shit—

—the boiling feeling in his stomach unfurled inside of you to release his devotion in heavy, white loads. they filled you with heat, spreading thick within you as bruce slowly rocked himself weakly, squeezing every ounce of his love into you until you could feel it yourself.

—bruce—

—your eyes rolled back and you could feel the thick of his cum dripping out of you and down your legs the more he plunged into your hole, and it didn’t take very long for you to come undone yourself. the seam of your mouth kept your moans contained as you blasted bruce’s fist and the sheets with your affection, and it wasn’t until his hand came down to pump you that you exhaled a staggered, breathless groan. the drips came out heavy, sticky, and you rocked into bruce’s fist until they spread themselves thin onto your pelvis, over your cock, and stained deep into the sheets.

—as you both lay breathless, bruce remained on top, puzzled into you as he found comfort in your muscles loosening like the flaccid of your length. he continued playing with your soft flesh, squeezing and spreading the layer of seed that covered his hand, and chuckled when you silently squirmed. 

—not away from him like he’d thought, but back into him.

—because he was your guardian now.

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Irresponsible

Trafalgar Law x Male Reader

Fandom -> One Piece

Masterlist

Law hated it—the carelessly and inconsiderate behaviour towards you, from your friends and Captain, who—Law had knew it all along, wasn't the right person for you—has a nonexistent and illogically mindset of thinking—and overall, Law simply hated it.

Since their start of Alliance on Punk Hazard, then during Dressrosa—and what happen on Cake Island, only being told about it—all the way to the here and now, Wano—your crewmates seemed, either purposely or unintentionally forgetful, to ignore your problem of health and denying you the medical attention you (desperately) needed.

This all lead up to the current situation, where you continue to push through—going way beyond over your own limits again—without a break, discarding your own health too—and came, after collapsing more than just once, close to dying. A repeat of the last few time.

Law watches you, how you stumbled towards him—unconsciously and out of focus, having just won one of the many final fights—against Kaido, his henchmens and Big Mom—yourself, which left you more than just bloody and beat.

Before you were even close enough to Law, your knees buckled in—falling forward, eyes rolling backwards and face scrunching up in pain—and Law had barely time to catch you.

Picking you up, Law carried you behind a broken stone wall—propping you against it and put his coat on you, to keep you warm.

Law checked your pulse, it was faint—unnoticeable even—but still there. The symptoms, just a few of many, were clear; short rapid breathing, sweating and shivering.

Your blood sugar levels had reached the lowest point. Probably having dropped to Zero by now. If that's the case and Law as a Doctor knew it was, he needs to inject you at least around four doses glucose—but Law himself has only one, actually two, though the second one broke and left behind a sticky mess in his pant pockets, syringe left—to get you stable enough and bring you somewhere far safer—the Polar Tang preferable.

»d-don't......I don't.....want« you mumbled out, having come back to your senses, weakly pushing Law's hand away from you.

»Shhh, I need to [Name]-ya« Law hushed you gently, moving your shirt upwards—rubbing over your stomach with his hand, giving you a bit of comfort—looking at the faint dots of injections, which begun to build up to an scaring area onto your skin.

You whined out painfully loud, body jerking and rolling over onto your side—holding your stomach after the cold needle left your skin.

Every interjection you had to take, you cursed your body and this damned blood sugar—which had made your life more miserable than those pills—to reduce your devil-fruit ability—you were forced, by mother, to take. You hated it.

Law turned you back, patting your cheeks to keep you awake and you were close to tell your boyfriend off—how this is his sole fucking fault and how you hate him for the discovery of it.

You didn't though, hadn't the energy left in you and minds busy to not vomit any minute—gulping down the rising bile.

~~~

»Traffy! Is [Name] alright?« asked Luffy, voice loud as always and laced with concern for his friend.

Law was honest, when Luffy had appeared next to him—out of nowhere it seems—it did spooked him a bit, only a bit though.

»Strawhat-ya, give me your Syringes.« and when Law didn't received a reply right away, he asked again—harsher now, not having the time and nerves for niceties or to have a conversation with the Strawhat.

Luffy rubbed his neck sheepishly, when Law looked at him expectingly. Luffy knew you kinda needed the glucose at specific times, but he believed you can pull through it without them—like you had all the time before, because you're strong after all!

»I don't have them anymore, they broke during one of the fights, but [Nickname] doesn't need them, he's strong!«

Law had enough. Enough from all this bullshit talk about believe, because believing doesn't solve or cure anything—it's nothing but a false, selfish sort of hope and a nonsense of illogical and ignorance.

His short fuse of stressed nerve and building up anger bursted for final now. Getting up, Law grabbed Luffy by his short collar.

»Are you that incompetent inconsiderate towards [Name]-ya or just plain stupid?! I told you over and over again, just how fucking vital the Glucose is for him! Do you want [Name]-ya so desperately dead? Huh, Strawhat?!«

Law screamed the last bit, vocal cords shaking with furious anger. Dropping Luffy to the ground, Law picked you up again and teleported somewhere, hopefully far enough this time, else.

~~~

Wiping your sweaty forehead and the spilling tears from your flushed red face, Law couldn't tell how much that one dose would last for you—probably not long as your body already starts to fights again against the conscious drop.

Law said it once and he would say it again; Luffy as your captain was irresponsible and soon—not now or tomorrow, but in near future—the cause of your death.

Leaning down to you, kissing you on the lips—Law murmured in a whisper, that everything gonna be alright and that you're feeling better soon.

Law promised himself—and even when that means, being at war with the Strawhats—he would take you away and keep you by his side.

PLS DROP THAT SHANKS AND BOA FIC IM BEGGING 🙏 THEY BOTH GOT MY HEART

peaktober /kinktober week 1

shanks x boa x transmasc reader

warnings : threesome , dubcon/cnc,praise, pegging , phone sex ( snail sex?), cuckholding, mdni, usage of the word cunt/pussy

marimology do not steal or copy my work

there were only four men in this world that boa hancock could tolerate that we’re immune to her abilities, and that was fisher tiger, monkey d. luffy, you, and shanks. well, shanks was on and off with how much he could annoy her . you on the other hand were her husband and she thought you were the prettiest boy she’s ever seen loves to give you compliments and pinch your cheeks but other times she loved to watch you sit on her lap, on her throne ,whimpering on her cock like right now.

“so pretty ♡” she gushed as you road her cock your moans and whimpers filling her ears as she moved upwards to play with your nipples. “gonna fill you up before that damn red head gets here and ruins the fun” she said causing you to clench around her at the thought which in return made her moan at the action and use her hands to guide you “yea want me to do that pretty? “ she teased but was cut off as shanks snail rang next to her to her.

“answer it” you picked up the snail and was greeted with shanks’s voice. “hey boa ! imma be at the island in a few minutes!” shanks greeted cheerfully . “it’s y/n” you answered to as your voice cracked with boa snapped her hips up and set a slow pace “ah boas play thing correct” he questioned which made you form a tick i on your forehead out of annoyance. “ i’m her husband not a plaything “ your tone of annoyance was cut off with a moan as boas pace got faster and rougher causing you to roll your eyes back. “ well the sound you just made and the expression the snail made says otherwise darling, is she near you?” he teased causing boa to speak “ right behind him <3” she said causing you whimper more at her thrusts as they became louder which shanks definitely heard causing him to chuckle “could listen to him all day, are you treating her well ? ~” you couldn’t answer as you were forced to suck boas fingers moaning as they hit the back of your throat. “treats me so well it’s like his little pussy is made for me ”she told him causing you to whine out of embarrassment. “must be a pretty sight,i’ll be docking in 2 minutes i’ll meet you at the palace soon “ click

he really wasn’t kidding when he said he’ll be there in 2 minutes because 5 minutes you both had gone back to your shared bedroom and he had arrived to sight of boa stuffing your head into a pillow as she mercilessly pounded into your cunt. shanks had sat down in the nearest chair and took off his pants revealing his hard cock , spat in his palm and started to rub himself.

“looks like we have ourselves an audience darling “ she said referring to him moaning as you your hips into her thrusts “you should go help him out”

“yeah come help me out pretty boy” he moaned making you grumble in playful annoyance before walking over and going to your knees and grabbing his cock before giving it a lick. “ fuck” he whined at the sudden contact and forced his dick down your throat making you gag and moan out of shock and pleasure “ lil baby likes it when people are rough with him huh” he asked teasingly and moved his hand to feel his bulge against your throat. “gonna cum down that pretty throat if you keep up<3” he praised as you started to play with his balls moaning as you could feel boas tip bully it’s way back into your cunt “look at him darling” she whispered in your ear raising your chin so that you could look at the captain . “want him to cum inside this pussy?” she asked as she was about to reach her peak as well “nuh uh only you” you said releasing shanks’s length from your mouth,receiving whines from the man begging you to continue as he later came down your throat and you one again came down your throat. you releasing with a pop before going to kiss him and moaning in your mouth as he could taste himself on you

“shit “ boa muttered as she found a new favorite view

“round two?” shanks asked with a grin as you and boa rolled your eyes before you got situated on his thigh

Buggy the Clown - Head keeper.

Warning : spoilers for opla fan only

Genre : angst-ish

Synopsis : "you keep Buggy's head company and have a heart to heart after many years apart." - @inhumanshadows

Reader : male (he/you)

A/N : Part ONE // Since Buggy is 39, reader is around the same age.

Usopp was currently keeping watch on Buggy's head, Conomi Islands weren't far thanks to his guidance. Although a bit unwelcomed at times.

"Thought clowns were supposed to be funny." Said Usopp, growing more annoyed than anything.

"What was that ?" Buggy hopped around to look at him. "Why don't you say it to my face ?" But then, Zoro walked in. "Hey ! Morning, champ !" Buggy chuckled.

"I know Luffy made a deal with you to find Arlong, clown, but if this is another one of your tricks…" Zoro began, stopping in front of him.

"What are you gonna do ? Bleed on me ?" Buggy laughed until Zoro grabbed him. "Whoa ! Whoa ! Wait. Whoa ! Whoa ! Whoa ! What ? Because I said bleed on me ?" He was now hanging above the water, ready to be thrown out. "You can bleed on me if you want, I mean, a deal's a deal, all right ? You want your map back. I want my bodyyy !" He laughed nervously.

"Where's [Name] ?" Zoro asked Usopp. "He should keep it."

"It ?" Buggy asked but got immediately ignored.

"Yep, I agree. I'm done keeping the clown head." Nodded Usopp.

"How do we know you're not leading us to a trap ?" Zoro refocused on Buggy, still not believing him.

"Zoro, buddy ! Honor amongst pirates. Right ? C'mon I can sing a nice sea shanty to pass the time ! Oooh, there once was a girl with tangerine hair, stole my map and left me stranded somewhere, truly a crafty and crooked young lass, but you can't deny she had a spectacular a-"

"Alright, enough ! I'll keep him." You finally interrupted, approaching Zoro who was walking toward the barrel as Usopp opened it. They wanted to throw him in. And although it was tempting to let them do it, a part of you couldn't bring itself to let it happen.

"Good, because we voted for you to keep an eye on him." He replied, throwing Buggy your way, not caring if you already had something in your hands or not. You didn't. But you could have.

Buggy laughed winking at you as he clicked his tongue when you caught him.

"You used to get a different kind of head from- Oww !" He yelled as you dropped him.

"Oops, you slipped." You said, grabbing him back.

"It's not funny ! It's borderline abuse !"

"You've got no idea how greasy your make-up is, it's so slippery." You rolled your eyes and sighed, turning your back on your friends who watched you leave. Finally they'd have some peace.

You walked to your shared bedroom, placing him in front of you on the hammock as you sat legs crossed. An awkward silence installed itself.

"Well…" Buggy said, unsure of what to say. "You've grown since… back then."

"Not sure you keep growing at 25."

"...How old are you now ? 35 ?"

"36. You're nearly 40 now."

"And still as sexy !" He said with a wink.

You snorted at his reply, he wasn't wrong, he still looked good even now, despite being only a head.

"Yeah…"

He glanced at you, the awkwardness still lingering. So you still found him hot, huh ? Good to know.

"Why did you volunteer to keep my old mug ?" He finally asked, curiosity eating him. Clearly a part of you still resented him so why ?

"They were going to put you in the barrel, you know that, right ? I may have left but I'm not heartless."

"Why did you leave ? You can tell me now."

"I already told you times and times again. I don't like your way of pirat-"

"Yes but-"

"No, that's the only reason ! Buggy !" You cut him off. "I don't want to destroy villages and instill fear in people's eyes. Luffy is not that kind of captain. Just like Roger wasn't." You look away, trying to calm down and regain your composure. Frustration slowly leaving you.

He says nothing. A part of him still doesn't believe it's because of that you left.

"You should know better than anyone how Roger was as a captain. Luffy is the same." You add.

"And look where that got him."

You looked at him, unamused.

"You know this isn't why he died. Even you can end up there with your way of pirating."

He grimaced imagining himself on the gallow, about to be executed. Clearly something he did not wanna experience.

"Are you sure ?" He asks, looking up at you.

"Duh, yeah." You replied with a laugh, frowning. Why would he avoid the gallow ?

"No, not… that." He bit his tongue. "Why you, you know… left."

You sighed again. How many times are you going to have this conversation with him ?

"Yes. I'm sure. I didn't leave you for other reasons as you seem to so stubbornly believe."

You looked at him and exhaled slowly. Are you going to regret what you're about to say ?

"I still love you. Just like I told you when I left, I love you but I can't stand to stay with you when you make me do what I don't want to do." You say, avoiding eye contact.

Buggy stared at you with wide eyes, unable to believe his ears. You still love him ? Even after all these years ?

He wanted to smile and retort something smart to poke fun at you and say how unforgettable he is but he couldn't. He didn't have the heart to, it was too busy pounding like crazy in his chest at your words.

You still loved him.

"Does this mean I still have a chance ?"

"You destroyed a whole town and took its people hostage for your circus." You said, side-eyeing him. He smiled, an awkward toothy smile.

"So ?"

You scoffed. Were you speaking the same language right now ?

"What if I don't make you take part in it ? The raiding and pillaging thing ?"

"And make me watch as it happens ? Making me an accomplice as you destroy people's lives ? No, thank you."

"I don't… destroy their lives… I just ruin their day a bit !" He smiled and laughed, clearly believing his own words.

"And take their lives." You add, your head resting in your hand. "You know this isn't how Roger did things."

"Well, not everyone can do things his way. He was too soft anyway."

"Did you even try ?"

"Laaand oh !" You heard Usopp yell.

You huffed and stood up. You didn't need to hear his answer to know it. You left the room to retrieve the bag, leaving him in the hammock.

Buggy grimaced, this isn't how he had imagined the discussion to go.

You walked back in, bag in hands as he noticed it.

"Oh no ! Not the bag again !"

"Calm down, I'm not putting you in." You say shaking the bag to get rid of the sand. "Or maybe that's too soft of me ? I probably should put you back in, what do you think ?" You say, tilting your head.

He stared at you with wide eyes, gulping loudly.

"Sweetheart, c'mooon, you're not gonna put your favorite clown in that, right ?"

"Well. I really don't want to look like a soft pirate." You continued, walking closer.

If he had a body, he'd definitely shift in place nervously, looking at the bag as you… put it on your back, empty. He looked at you, slightly confused.

"You only like when people are being soft to you. As it suits you." You grabbed him and he said nothing, trying to make himself as small as possible although he was already quite small. He really thought you were going to put him in the bag.

You were the last one out of the ship, the others already waiting for you.

"Why not put him in the bag ?" Asked Sanji lighting a cigarette.

"I like to see who I'm talking to." You simply replied, making Buggy laugh.

But truth be told, you didn't like the idea of putting him in a bag. Yeah, you were definitely still too soft for him.

"But don't worry, if he annoys me…" You showed the bag on your back. "In he goes."

The walk to the Cocoyasi village was long, so you could continue your discussion. You walked behind everyone so they wouldn't hear you.

"Why did you ask if you had a second chance ? Did you miss me ?"

"Miss you ? Hah !" Buggy replied before being raised in the air, oh no, not the bag ! "Wait ! Wait ! Waiit ! Okaay !" You lowered him, and he grimaced. The answer was really costing him.

"Yes… I… missed you." He finally admitted, feeling his cheeks get warmer and probably redder.

Missing you was an understatement. He got really fucking distraught when you left, angry at anything and everything. Spending his days replaying your words in his head, twisting and turning them until they lost all meaning. To the point he no longer knew your exact words but an approximation who got worse and worse over time.

Hating you and himself for letting you in, trusting you and loving you. Letting you play with his heart. You didn't play with it but that's how he preferred to put it after you left.

"I thought I'd never see you again." He adds. You thought the same.

"Yeah."

"Did you… did you miss me ?" He asks, in a smaller voice.

"A bit hard to forget you with your fucking bounty posters everywhere." You chuckle. "But, yes… I missed you." You felt his neck twist in your hands as he turned around to look up at you. You could feel his pulse going faster against your skin as you speak. "Yeah I left but that doesn't mean I didn't spend my days wondering if I've done the right thing." You say, looking at him.

"I say you didn't."

You let out a short laugh.

"Maybe. But it's too late now."

"We can still try again." He said, hopeful.

"Gladly. If you stop pillaging and raiding villages."

He groaned, looking down.

"Ugh, it's always the same ! [Name] !"

"Why would I come back for why I left ?"

"Because you love me ! You said it !" Oh yeah, he was gonna milk this as much as he could.

"I do love you, but I'm working with Luffy now."

"..." He grimaces again, although his heart did a jump at your words. You love him. "What more does he have, seriously ?"

You can't help but laugh at his question, finding it entirely cliché. He laughed too, nervously.

"Happy go lucky moron who-"

"Who doesn't raid villages and doesn't kill people. You seem to always forget my entire point." You chuckle.

"That's really it ?"

"Yes, Buggy. Really. Again, I didn't leave you for other reasons. I love you with my whole fucking being but I fucking resent destroying villages or killing."

He stared at you for a moment, thinking. Really thinking.

"Well." He started loudly with fake bravado, you looked at him, bringing him to eye level with you. "Maybe… you could help me not do it." He smiled awkwardly and you frowned, not sure to understand correctly.

"Help you not destroy and kill people ?"

"Y- yeah." He smiled. You sighed.

"Buggy."

"What ! I can really try !"

"Just like how you've tried before ? How many times you told me it was the last time before doing it again ?"

"No but I can really try this time ! I was young and stupid ! I promise !"

You looked at him with tired eyes. Lowering his head, no longer on eye level. You wanted to believe him and accept that he was serious this time, but you found it really hard to do so.

"Hey ! Put me back up ! I'm serious !"

"I'm not joking around Buggy."

"Me neither ! Fuck, c'mon ! I may be a clown but I know when to be serious too !" He shifted in your hands, trying to get you to put him back face to face. So you moved him up again.

"Please… I don't- I don't wanna lose you again." He admitted with difficulty, voice going quieter at the end of his sentence. He glanced at you, trying not to avoid eye contact but each time it happened he could feel his cheeks warm up and his heart beat fasten up.

"You made a choice. It was me or pillaging. You chose-"

"I know what I chose ! It- I-" He huffed in frustration. If only he had his body ! That would help a lot. He's not sure how though. "But I love you." He added, much more quietly through gritted teeth. "Please ?" He smiled awkwardly again, waiting for an answer.

You looked at him, you didn't expect him to say it out loud. You panicked. Totally. You raised him above your head and let him fall in the bag, before closing it and running to Sanji.

"Whoa ! Whoa ! Whoa ! What did I say ? [Name] ?! Hey !" Buggy yelled.

"You keep him now."

"What ?" Sanji asked, surprised.

"New guy keeps the clown head." You patted his back and walked forward, joining Luffy. You could hear Buggy call you.

"Oh my god, shut it." Said Sanji, already annoyed.

You continued walking and soon reached Cocoyasi village, walking by its partially destroyed houses you arrived in front of a group with all the villagers. Nami was there too, the tension was palpable and even more so between her and a blue haired girl.

And after a small talk with Nami that went… not very well, you talked to the man with scars on his face, sending you out of the village, by the edge of the tangerine grove. So here you were, walking again.

"I think I got more of a boat body than a long-journey-on-foot kind of body." You heard Usopp say. "Anybody else missing the ocean ? No ? Okayy."

You grabbed back the bag from Sanji's before walking a bit far behind them. You opened it and whispers yelled.

"What the fuck ?!"

"[Name] ! Finally !" Buggy blinked as the light hit his eyes again, smiling broadly.

"But I love you." You said through gritted teeth, trying to mimic him as he spoke earlier.

"Huh ? Ohhh ! What ? Did that get your little heart jumpy ? Is that why you put me in the bag ? Because I said I love you and you couldn't take it ?"

You closed the bag as he yelled at you to re-open it, throwing it on your back.

"[Name], come ooon ! It's true !" He laughed. "I'm gonna think I deal with my emotions better than you do ! Gyahahahah !"

"Shut up !"

"What ? But it's true ! I loved you and I still do. Do you think I promise to stop pillaging for everyone ?"

"No. That's why you didn't stop when I asked you."

"Come ooon that was a mistake ! I did one by continuing, you did one by leaving ! Right ?!" He laughed again.

You rolled your eyes, not answering.

"C'mon ! We're grown ups now ! We can try again ! I'm serious !"

"I can't just leave Luffy like that."

"...You're right. The guy seems stubborn. Leave him a note and follow me when I get my body back !"

"Not sure a note will be enough. You've heard how many times Nami said 'No, go away' ?"

"Make it heartfelt ? And it's not as if you'll write where to find you. He won't know where to look !"

You said nothing, continuing walking until you finally reached a house.

Despite a rocky start with Nojiko you ended up sharing a meal together. She told you about what happened with Nami when they were young kids, how they lost their mother and how Nami joined Arlong.

"Wait. Nami's working for the pirate that killed your mother ?" Asked Usopp, in disbelief.

Luffy stood up and quickly, Zoro followed him. Both going outside.

Time passed and after what felt like hours for Buggy, he was finally out of the bag, placed on the table in front of Usopp, working on his smoke bombs.

"Smoke ? That's rich." Buggy chuckled. "Makes me think of how long it's been since I've had any smoked fish." He said, swallowing thickly. "Maybe if you guys had some extra ?" He looked at Sanji who didn't budge. "Please ?"

You sighed, standing up.

"Ah, screw you guys ! Arlo-"

"Oh shut up ! Give me the time to get your fucking food !" You cut him off, annoyed by his yelling. He stared at you, slightly startled by your outburst.

"Sanji, do we have any leftovers ?"

"[Name]-"

"I'm not asking for opinions, yes, no." You said with a sigh.

"Here." He finally said, after some hesitation. "Whatever it is you have with [Name], clown, you better watch your toes."

"I would if I had any." He replied with a smug expression.

"I can still spit in your plate." You said, side-eyeing him and he grimaced. "Thanks, Sanji." You grabbed some of the leftovers and walked back toward the table, taking the fork in your hand.

Buggy looked at you, then at the food. He could already taste it in his mouth, salivating in advance. He quickly licked his lips as you approached the fork, feeding him.

"So what do you say ? Do we have a deal ?" He asks quietly, eyeing Usopp who's too focused on his smoke bombs to listen.

"We don't have a deal. Open." You say and he does as asked, opening his mouth wide.

Fuck. He really thought you would agree and come back with him. He can't help but feel disappointed, sighing sadly, his heart beating heavily in his chest.

"I don't wanna get stuck again. Doing things I hate." You add and he looks at you.

"You won't. I promise you." He says and this time he seems sincere. "I told you earlier. I don't wanna lose you again."

You said nothing, focusing on feeding him.

"I can't promise it'll be easy." He stops to chew. "Old habits die hard, after all. But for you I'll really try. That's why I need your help."

You hummed, thinking. Should you really go with him ?

Bonus :

"Yes ! Yes, oh !" Buggy hugged himself, turning around as if to check his entire body. "Oh it's so much better than I even remembered."

Then he noticed you, Zoro and Sanji staring at him.

"Hey, so, um… I'm gonna get out of here." He said, raising his two middle fingers up before bolting away.

"Hey !" Zoro called.

"Sorry, kiddos. I'd love to make things right but it's time to exit stage left. [Name], it's now or never." He replied, waiting for your reaction.

Will you give him another chance and go with him ? Or are you done and ready to let him go ?

Ace wakes up on a random island two years after his death as a ten-year-old. But he has no memory of his adult life. Sabo just died, and he has a little brother to look after. Or maybe an older brother?

There is a bit of time between Ace waking up and Luffy finding him.

Sorry this is so long I'm still trying to figure out how to do comic-y things.

☆ ⌒ ヽ HEART TO HEART !

Summary :: Miguel enjoys your company the moment his eyes flutter open at the crack of dawn. He also enjoys the immediate sight of you, giving him a hard-on.

Pairing :: Miguel O'Hara x Venom!male-reader

18+, fang play, biting, morning sex, Miguel can control when he releases his venom, venom touches Miguel and reader, venom communicates to reader, cock-warming, kisses, anal, grinding, love bites, spanglish/spanish, masterbaiting

A/N :: ngl this ff sucks 😭😭

You were awakening from your blissful sleep from the feeling of soft, warm kisses accompanying your nape.

"Buenos dias, mi amor."

The sight of Miguel's messy hair and dazed smile greets you, causing to give back a sleepy grin.

"He has dilated pupils."

Venom notices the two of you staring into the abyss of each other's eyes.

"Thanks for the observation, Ven."

You dig your nose in the crevice of Miguel's neck, greeting his handsome scent. Miguel knows that Venom almost always speaking to you in your subconscious, so he ignores the 'random' statement.

"Good morning Miguel."

He cradles your body into his, peppering his love across your body, sending shivers down your spine. Brushing his fangs over your neck and shoulders.

"Mi Cielito, can I please have a taste?"

He shoots a stare at you while softly caressing your chest, your breathing speeding up.

"Sounds like a good idea for breakfast to meeee."

The vibrating sound in your consciousness hisses, Venom tickling your thoughts.

"We just woke up, how are you already this excited?"

Miguel, with a hint of softness and need, pushed more closer to you, his warm breath massaging your ear.

"You just look too handsome in the mornings."

His tongue massaging your cheeks, teaming with his lips to make love to your face. The intimate kiss could go on for eternity, but you needed oxygen to keep making love to the man. Mid kiss, both of your tongues intertwined, you can feel yourself getting undressed by mostly Miguel, but could still feel Venom forming on your body to shed the rest of your clothes. Miguel realized his own clothes were getting torn off by the symbiote.

"Can you... tell your parasite to get off of me."

Speaking into your sounds of love, Miguel became aware of the event.

"I'm only helping our situation."

" 'Our', situation? Venom are you trying to join in?"

Hearing a low growl from him, you could sense his actions he wants to put forward.

"Yes, did you think you were just going to leave me to watch the whole thing?"

Soft giggles followed his rebuttal. Creating a confused look onto Miguel, he has no idea what you two are talking about. Despite this, he begins and continues leaving love marks across your neck.

"No I... hmgf Venom you can join in I..."

Miguel had intensified the pressure he used sucking on your neck, and began grinding on top of you.

"Does the little freeloader wanna join in?"

Miguel smiled and let out small giggles at his own nicknames he gave Venom, lapping your neck still. He began massaging your chest, and went back to steal your lips. Strange noises emerged from your body as Venom formed, making his way towards your ass.

"Tell the spider-monkey to stop calling me those things."

Slowly pushing onto you, Miguel lazily grabbed onto his cock to massage it while licking your chest. You currently in a mess was the perfect time for Venom to stick his human like fingers into your ass. Loud groans emitted from the three of you.

"I can hear.. mmhf... you... you piece of shit."

Miguel struggling to string words together as he touches both you and him. Venom was paying attention to your hole, preparing you for who knows what. Minutes go by that feel like seconds, erotic sounds leave the two of you, coming onto eachother. Miguel catches his breath, gaining his sense of vision once again while Venom retracts himself back into your body.

"Y/n... come here."

Miguel scoops you into his arms, a hug tight enough to shatter bones.

"Can you cock-warm me while we both go back to sleep?"

"Ugh, such a needy spider."

You giggled at Venom's jeer, then find yourself adjusting your position to fit around Miguel. You lay on your side while Miguel pushes into you, groaning and moaning escaping your mouths. Fully bottoming out, he wrapped his arms around you.

"Mmm, feel good Mi amado?"

You can feel yourself throb on his warmth, craving more then just a twitch, but obliging to Miguel's wishes.

"You are in need of fulfillment, would you like me to touch you?"

You and Venom knew that you probably too horny now to just fall asleep, so Venom's offer was kind of nice in a way.

"Sure, but wait a few more minutes Ven."

You can feel Miguel's breath slow down, and both of you only getting wetter. Venom took this as the sign to help you out, forming a part of him out of your side to complete his mission. He began tickling your tip, his smooth, tongue/tentacle like texture taking you up and down.

"Your cock is so hard Y/n... such a needy boyyyy."

Careful not to disturb Miguel, he slowly strokes you up and down. Attempting to hide your moans, you cover your mouth but fail to comply. Minutes go by, you're beginning to feel yourself coming closer to the edge, grabbing your hair as whimpers begin falling.

"Mmnh, stay still Príncipe.."

Miguel sensed minutes ago you were touching yourself, or rather, Venom was touching you. Your heart rate was elevating, and you were starting to throb around him, signaling your soon release. An immediate yet arousing pain hits your neck, feeling the warth of Miguel's fangs sinking into your neck.

"Y/n, I told you to stay still you needy bitch."

Venom groans in your head in sync with your erotic whines. Catching your breath and regaining your vision, you see the art you made on you and Miguel.

"That was Venom's fault... d... don't pin the blame on me Bebé."

You could hear a mix of Venom's growl and chuckle.

"You still enjoyed it."

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