#faye Valentine x reader

[cloudzoro]

She presses against you in the booth making as clear as possible to everyone within range that you belong to her. Everyone can see her leaning into you, pressing soft kisses against you neck and whispering in your ear but what they can't see is the way her fingers slide in and out of your cunt under the table. She's made sure you've only had one drink and from the outside perspective of your other friends at the bar with you it just looks like she's taking care of you.

You're getting close to an orgasm and you're not sure how much longer you can hide it. You turn to your right only to see she's already watching you. The look on her face isn't smug, she just looks pleased. She studies your face as you get closer to cumming and then right when you're about to cum and make a scene in front of everyone she pulls her fingers from your messy pussy and you whine, leaning into her shoulder.

She subtly licks her fingers and the people sitting next her just assume she's spilt her drink over her hand.

"are you okay?" one of your friends asks, noticing you panting into your girlfriend's shoulder.

"she's fine, just tired. I should probably take her home" she answers for you, slipping from the booth and pulling you out of the bar with her.

___

Robin Nico, Nami, Misa Amane, Saeko Tanaka, Revy Lee, Shoko Ieiri, Lust, Faye Valentine

[amphibiahawks321]

A Faye Valentine (CB 1998) x Male Reader, please?

[Faye placed a hand on the wall near Y/N's head and leans forward with a smirk with a playful glint in her eyes]

Faye : Chuckles... You know, you're so adorable when you get all flustered you know that?~

[Y/N starts blushing and glanced the other away]

M!Reader blushing : Sighs... I'm not flustered... I just... Not used to someone like you Faye...

[Faye let out a soft laugh putting a finger on Y/N's chin and makes him look at her]

Faye : Someone like me you say? Charming? Flirty? Irresistible?~

M!Reader blushing : ......

M!Reader blushing : A combination of the three with "reckless".... But yes....

Faye : Chuckles... Good answer baby~

[thebisexualdogdad]

Smutober day 27: Faye Valentine x Male!reader - Bounty

You met her at the bar, she said her name was Rebecca which you knew was surely fake but you didn't care, she was beautiful and she was naked in your bed.

You had already made a mess of your apartment, clothes shed across the floor, a lamp pushed over and broken dishware knocked off the table where you each had your first orgasms of the night.

Now she was on top of you, riding you while she chanted obscenities under her breath.

She didn't want to cum again too quickly so she raises her hips letting your cock fall out of her, rubbing her dripping pussy along your shaft.

“Fuck, don't have too many girls like you around here,” you say, reaching up grope her breasts.

“Honey you've never met a girl like me,” she smirks, inserting your soaked cock back inside her.

She moves slow and deliberately, her clit still sensitive from when you ravished it as you ate her out on your kitchen table and trying not to stimulate it too much yet.

Her tits fit perfectly in your hands, her nipples hard against your palms as she bounces.

“Oh shit I think I'm gonna cum,” you grunt.

“Not yet big boy, I have to cum first,” she demands.

You hold onto ‘Rebecca's’ waist, keeping her steady as you start thrusting upwards into her.

“That feel good beautiful?” You smirk.

“So good,” she moans, throwing her head back as you hit deep inside her.

“I can't wait much longer are you gonna cum?” You ask so close to the edge and it doesn't help that now her tits are bouncing like crazy.

“I'm almost there,” she says, shutting her eyes and enjoying the feel of you fucking her pussy.

About a minute later she falls forward, placing her hands on your chest to keep her upright as her whole body shakes and twists in pleasure.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she cries, as her second orgasm hits her so much harder than the first.

“Now can I cum?” You ask, the sounds she was making driving you crazy.

She can't speak words so she just nods her head giving you the go ahead to cum and it feels so good when you do.

You had known her for a few hours but you swear you were falling in love with her.

When you both come back to reality she shuffles back, letting your softening cock free from her grasp as it hits your stomach.

“Thanks handsome, you were a good fuck,” she smiles at you, “but you know what's gonna be even better?”

“What's that?” You smirk as she takes your hands and puts them above your head, thinking you were about to go for a round three.

“The bounty I'm gonna get when I turn you in,” she says, slapping a pair of handcuffs on you.

“What the hell,” you say tugging on the cuffs but you're stuck to the damn railing of your bed, “I thought we really had something.”

“Sorry sweetie, you're hot and all but a bounty is a bounty, now be a good boy and make this easy for me.”

“At least tell me your real name,” you huff as she gets off of you and looks for her clothes.

“It's Faye,” she replies.

“You're really gonna arrest me after I fucked you like that Faye?”

“Call me when you get out of prison and maybe I'll let you fuck me like that again,” she winks at you.

[venushasvixens]

Your coms are pinging, indicating of a incoming message.

You see this bad boy pop up.

Answer or decline?

Choose carefully, your life depends on it

[spikesbunny]

+ wc: 0.4k

nsfw under the cut.. minors dni!!

reposting from @/roronoaism, all content is mine!!

personally, i feel like spike would take advantage of your sweetness, and you both know it. you don't mind it though, you just loveee to make him happy, after all.

he'd randomly approach from behind you, hands on your hips, and just whisper the nasty things he wanted to do to you later. and if he wasn't being a huge perv, then he'd just do the same thing, this time whispering bullshit, like how stupid jet looked, or how annoying the dog was, because him whispering riled you up.

spike's teasing is very verbal. even in public settings, he'd reach an arm over you, and relentlessly tease you, because after all, you wanted to make him happy, right? and you wouldn't mind when he'd drag you into a stall just to suck his dick, or sneak behind an alleyway so he could finger you for "being so pretty."

faye is more physical. she's very touchy, clinging to you, pouting when she doesn't get what she wants (which isnt often.)

she's the type of trail her hands up your body, asking if you could please just let her sit on your face, because it feels so good when your lips are lapping at her folds.

pressing soft kisses to your shoulders as you cuddle with her on the couch, silently pleading for you to let her suck on a tit mindlessly. and if no one was around, you'd comply, smiling as your girlfriend happily presses her face against your tits, cuddling, sucking and nuzzling them.

she'd love to braid your hair or do your makeup, touches lingering longer on your face or the back of your neck than needed, before asking her sweet girlfriend if she could mess up her makeup, spike can wait an extra 30 minutes.

now, combining them both? you'd be in for a hell of a ride...

squished between the two of them, spike practically breathing down your neck, begging for you to touch him, while faye's hands are roaming your body, resting a head on your shoulder and begging for you to let her fuck you.

you were always so sweet to them, obliging, letting them have their fun. you loved it, seeing how content they were, taking turns making you cum over and over again.

after all, you were their pretty little girlfriend, right? so it was their duty to pamper you, for being such a sweetheart to them.

©2024 spikesbunny - please do not repost or translate my works on other media sites ♡

[edgessunflower]

Faye Valentine Masterlist

In progress

[luvie-42]

Y'all...Y'ALL-

Why is nobody talking abt this lanky ass man's LEGS????

He seems like the type to randomly bounce his thigh while you're sitting on his lap and then laugh like a maniac from your reaction 😭

Like y'all would be chilling in the Bebop while Edward and Ein go off and run somewhere as he sits on one of the yellow chairs and you come up and sit on his lap.

He takes this as his chance to tease you a bit and as you get comfortable, you look up at him as his big silly grin shows up on his face. '𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐, 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒌𝒆?"

And before you can react, he bounces his leg suddenly and looks at your flustered and shocked face as you we're blushing furiously. "𝙇𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙖, 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙚~"

Now he's laughing hard as you hide your flushed face in his chest

LET'S BE HONEST WE'D ALL GET ON OUR KNEES FOR HIM-

[inkpot909]

When The Kids are Asleep (One-Shot)

↳ Spike Spiegel x Fem!Reader: She/her pronouns are used for the reader.

Summary: Insecurity is the poison that kills relationships before they even have a chance begin. Luckily Spike Spiegel is around to set things right; to let you know that it’s all in your head.

Warning(s): Swearing. Slight nsfw.

Sitting upright on the Bebop’s bright yellow couch, your mind is focused intently on the book you hold open before you.

Not often do you get to indulge in a new story. Although reading is a hobby you enjoy, being a member of the Bebop means your priorities are understandably elsewhere. It’s not unlike your companions to splurge on hobby items and clothes, but a soft heart makes your approach to spending different. Or more accurately- your lack thereof.

But the latest bounty was certainly a rough one- with a hefty reward to match. So much so, that Faye let out a long huff of relief after taking her share of the reward, rather than putting up an argument over the amount or suggesting to go window-shopping with you. Regardless, it just so happened after collecting your own fair share, you found a secondhand store on your walk back to the Bebop. You’d stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, looking up at the large sign displaying a proud title for the quant store. Disappearing inside, you return just minutes later along with an award for a job well-done and a gleeful expression. 

And better yet, a tiring bounty calls for people to turn in early. Sleep entices you, just as it coaxed all your companions to bed. However, to hell if you aren’t going to take advantage of a silent Bebop. Staying up in comfortable quiet isn’t something you plan for often, even less does it ever actually come to fruition. In your head, tonight was decidedly different, and the universe mercifully granted you that desired peace.

There’s only one light on in the common area, just bright enough to make your book legible. With a head bent down, your hair casts a shadow over your relaxed face. Shadows dance around your body’s curves, vegged out in contentment. Just by glancing at your unmoving form, it would be easy for one to imagine the long day you’ve had.

Lost in your story, the small kinks that accompany the Bebop fly over your head. Distant sounds of machinery are drowned out by the flood your book provides, and you’re right there with them. Floating down further and further until your surroundings are completely off the mind.

“Don’t you think this Jean character is a bit of an airhead?” a voice calls from above you. Jumping, a tiny yelp escapes your lips.

Lifting your head, you find the source of the voice only when you crank your neck back further. The muscles around it and across your shoulders groan, but a pair of mismatched brown eyes keep you from listening.

Spike’s standing right behind the couch, looming over you. His front pressed to the back of the couch, lazily holding the weight of his bent torso. Your faces are mere centimeters apart, something that doesn’t hinder his bored expression. His eyes stay glued to yours, forcing your neck forward, pulling your own from his.

To think simply his body language and carefree voice is enough to make you jumpier than Ein on special mushrooms…

“I don’t understand what you mean,” you mumble, flicking the pages of your book.

“I don’t understand how you can read that crap,” Spike replies, hoisting his body over the couch. He lands on his feet and smoothly plops down onto the cushions next to you. Grinning, he adds, “What? Am I not entertaining enough?”

Your eyes widen, the answer to his question dying on your lips.

Deep inside you, a warm feeling has been growing. The foolish hope that Spike meant all the sweet nothings he threw your way. Casual flirting has long been a staple of your relationship. Spike oozed confidence around you, a trick you happily fall for each time. You stroke his ego and he flusters you beyond what words can express. Ever since the fateful day you’d stowed away on the Bebop- desperate for food, desperate for a home -your relationship with him had been far different in comparison to anyone else.

But even still, insecurity plagued your mind. Aren’t his actions all part of some game? Chasing your reactions only to pass the time; to make the life he leads a tiny bit easier. Born from boredom and nothing else.

To believe you’re special… how positively laughable.

“I didn’t hear you at all,” you sheepishly admit, “I thought everyone went to bed.”

“I tried; too pent up from today to get any shut-eye,” Spike replies, staring down seemingly at nothing. “I was practicing some fighting forms, but needed a break. Then I found your cute little silhouette curled up on the couch and the night’s been looking up ever since.”

“Even if I didn’t see you?”

Spike’s eyebrows furrowed, waving his hands up in the air dramatically. “I don’t understand what that book has that I don’t!”

For one thing, it’s both forward and honest with me, you think, not daring to say such a thing to his face. Regardless of your inner bitterness, his words bring a smile to your face and a laugh follows suit. “Keep reading and you’ll find out,” you quip, raising a brow.

“No way in hell,” he pinched the bridge of his nose, “I’ll leave the reading to the critically gifted.”

“So you admit it- you’re completely clueless. Didn’t even know what you’re criticizing,” you test playfully, gently setting the book down on the coffee table.

“Oi! I still know an idiot when I see one- and that Jean is one hell of a brainless protagonist.”

You snort, finding his confidence endearing. Spike always tried pushing your buttons in this way, and regardless of the fight you put up, you always surrender to his occasional goofiness. Even still…

You sigh, moving your gaze from him. This isn’t the first time he’s sought you out specifically while by yourself. The whole dynamic… it makes your heart flutter with both positive and negative possibilities. Your heart desperately cries for just a chance he may think the world of you, while your head shuts down all hope.

In the moment, you feel both sides collide with one another. Without thinking properly beforehand, you finally meet his gaze head-on once again. A frown now is spread across your face, and his shoulders dip as you ask, “You do this with Faye too, don’t you?”

Spike’s lighthearted expression twists into a confused one, tilting his head to the side. For someone who hates Ein as much as he claims, he sure as hell shares some of the same mannerisms as the pooch. “What are you going on about?” he hums, keeping his voice purposefully low on volume.

“This,” you wildly gesture to both him and yourself, “This-… this…”

“This, what...?” he coaxed, clearly not about to let this go despite your flaming cheeks. This is a bed you’ve never wanted to make for yourself, far too aware that Spike would make damn sure you sleep in it. Sleep deprivation and a long day are just the straw to break the camel’s back.

“This… flirting game you play,” you go on, voice shaking, “It’s flustering… and you never do it in front of everyone else.”

“You want me to?” he asks, genuinely surprised. He puckers his lips in thought, adding in a mumble, “I thought you were the shy type.”

“What?”

“What-?”

The two of you stop speaking, baffled faces glued to one another. Maybe tiredness from a long day really isn’t to blame. Perhaps it’s the fact that everyone else is in bed that makes you so direct- an opportune time. This is between you and Spike alone, which is why you've never gone to Faye or Jet for support.

Faye... you ponder. Or maybe it’s because I’m always nervous whenever Faye and Spike are close. They had both stepped up much today, working together flawlessly despite bickering the entire time. It feels ridiculous to be so worried; it’s clear they cannot stand one another. Yet they look good together... that much you have to admit. And although they deny it profusely, they share a certain amount of concern for each other.

Whatever insecurity is specifically plaguing you at this very moment, one thing is for certain to you: I’m sick of being flirted with- frustrated with the teasing and the sly looks. What this is… it isn’t tangible. It’s not real. 

“Y/n…” Spike sighs, dropping his head and pulling you from your mind. He’s turned away now, but continues to sneak peaks at you out the corner of his good eye. “What do you think I take you for?”

Your hands tremble. Once again, you have a hard time answering. Instead of coming up with something this time around, you suddenly stand up from the couch. You know what? Maybe you can run away. Stretching, you let out an obnoxious yawn. “Don’t worry about it,” you act, “Anyways, I really should-“

“Y/n…” Spike mutters, halting your movement. His voice is quiet- soft, even. As he speaks, his hand reaches out for one of your own. “Talk to me... what's so wrong all of a sudden?” His pleading eyes leave you no choice, as well as a skip of your heartbeat.

“I- but, you…” you stutter, slowly sitting back down. Seemingly pleased with this, his grip on you loosens. If only a little bit.

Spike’s eyes travel around your face, searching. For a moment, his eyebrows knit together even further. “Y/n… you deserve more than you give yourself credit,” he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck and pulling his hand away.

Lifting your gaze, it’s now his turn to bashfully avoid eye-contact. Placing both hands behind his head, he kicks his feet up in a quick attempt to seem nonchalant. But Spike performs laziness as if it’s a career. To the point where if he’s not truly relaxed, everyone knows- you know.

“You always say things like that,” you huff, unable to help your bitterness. Now that the cat’s getting dragged out the bag, there’s no point in hiding your frustration. After all, if it is one big game- you won’t find it all too amusing. “But only now… only when we’re alone.”

“So?”

Frustration boils within your chest. “So!? So you need to stop. It’s confusing.”

“You’ve never stopped me before.”

His words eat you alive. Spike is right- you cannot say that you’ve ever lectured him over his flirtatiousness before tonight. But him being right isn’t on your current agenda, which means he must be wrong.

“Not true!” you huff. The face he pulls makes it clear that he is buying the lie even less than you are yourself.

Sighing once more, Spike’s body dips into the couch even further. He scoots closer to you, pausing and waiting for you to pull away or chastise him. When you do neither, he throws his arm around you casually.

“Spike…?” you ask, frustration diffusing at his facial expression. He shuffles himself even closer, both your thighs brushing up against one another. Glancing between your eyes and lips, he finally says, “When the kids are all asleep… isn’t it only natural to flirt out of sight? Trust me, you've always been worth the wait.”

Flirt…

“What are you trying to say...?”

“It's clear that you like me. I'm not oblivious, y'know,” he chuckles, “I can see how you stare, and how you react to my every action is only more evidence piling together. But you always get so shy... I thought you wouldn’t be happy with me openly flirting with you in front of everyone; they can be quite the teasing bunch.”

Blinking, you drink up his words with a baffled expression plastered on your face. In his own way, he makes it plain as day: This isn’t a game. Fun for him, certainly, but not in the sick, selfish way you had wrongfully assumed.

“Is… is that really how you see it?” you ask, voice hopeful. “You're just... honestly trying to flirt with me?”

“Of course,” he makes a face, “I dunno why you’d think I’d act this way with Faye.”

You shrug, “She’s three times the woman I’ll ever-”

A pair of heated lips cut off your words. Across the room, you hear a droplet of water fall from a creaky pipe above to the harsh floor. For a split moment, Spike stayed completely still against your lips. Your eyes are glued wide open, observing his which are screwed tightly shut. His hand had instinctively reached forward, gripping your forearm in a silent plea for you to stay put. His buttocks is lifted into the air, uncomfortably keeping himself bent down and holding his position.

Just now mentally recovering from the action, Spike’s lips gently pull away. He mutters cheekily, “You really need to stop comparing yourself to others- and stop talking about them to me,” He plants a kiss to your lips, ghosting his lips over them as he adds, “I only wanna focus on you, sweetheart.” He tilts his head to the side, nose poking your cheek as he meets your lips once more. You weakly kiss him back, lips quivering and hands sweaty. Despite your nerves, you allow him to pepper your lips with short but desperate kisses.

A minute passes before he pulls away from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as he slowly sinks back into the couch cushions. He’s sitting much closer to you this time around, your legs touching and torsos twisted in each others’ direction. Something sad taints his eyes, sinking your rapidly-beating heart. Giving your arm a gentle squeeze, he tells you in a whisper, “You really didn’t get it before... did you?”

“I-... I suppose not,” you reply, breathless.

“I’m sorry I confused you,” he murmurs.

“Spike… it’s okay… I assumed the worst and-...”

He raises a hand, a passive request for you to stop your sentence there. Following along, you shut your mouth again. A smile plays on his lips, using the hand he’d raised to cup your chin. His lithe fingers brush against your skin with care, tilting your head so that you felt no other option than to look into his eyes.

“I like when you say my name…” he practically purrs, wrapping his free hand around your waist. “I don’t wanna have to hear anyone else say it.” Your cheeks turn a flushed red color, only egging him on to continue. “And…” he nuzzles your nose with his own, “And I’d love it if you'd indulge me some more.”

“S-Spike…” you sigh, heart leaping thousands of feet away from any ground surface. He bites his lip, but waits for you to finish your thought this time. Instead, you merely sigh again and lean forward.

Getting the hint, a tug around your waist pulls you towards him, and once more you're engulfed in his kisses. Lifting your hands, you rest them against his chest and kiss him back. His hand moves from your chin to the back of your head. Spike’s fingertips massage your scalp, running through your hair and making a quick mess of it. His lips move faster than before; the sound of sloppy kisses fill the common area’s late-night serenity.

Spike bites down on your lower lip, wiping his tongue over the tiny mark temporarily left behind before slipping inside your mouth. You sigh, a tiny whimper accompanying the release of air. His tongue dances around yours. “Spike…” you hum between kisses. Your hands slide up his chest, wrapping around his neck. Your body lifts as you do so, now pressed against him and radiating more warmth between you two.

He pulls away, stomach visually rising and falling. Loosening his tie first, he also releases the first couple of buttons running down the front of his shirt. His bare chest pokes out as he leans back, propping himself up only by his elbows. Grabbing your hand, he beckons you closer with half-lidded eyes, and guides your body to lay comfortably on top of him.

“Come here…” he sighs, tugging you forward by the collar of your shirt. Lips conform to one another, kissing and lightly biting. A hand travels down your side, cupping the bottom of your ass.

You use his hand to direct the movement of your hips, slowly rocking against his. A shiver rolls down your spine at the contact, making contact with something hardening against your clothed core. Spike pushes back, softly groaning into your lips, “Fuck... this is okay?”

You simply nod, not trusting your words.

Shaking his head, he trails his kisses along your jaw. Pushing you further above him, Spike plants soft kisses down to your neck. “Mmh-” you huff, tilting your head and giving him more access.

“I need to hear you say it…” he grumbles, grinding against you with added vigor. “Please, baby…”

You nod again, eyes fluttering shut. He kisses a spot where your jawline and neck meet, sucking a mark onto your otherwise clear skin. Spike grins; your neck’s a blank canvas he intends to utilize.

“Yes…” you mutter, a tremble present in your voice. “Spike... yes, it's okay…”

Biting down on your neck, his hand traces from your ass back up your side again. It lingers for a moment before moving to your front, cupping your breast through your shirt. “Say that again,” he moans, “My name like that…”

“Spike…” you sigh, giggling delicately at his desperation.

“Again...?” he pleads, pulling away from your neck. He peers up at you, eyes hazy with want. He slowly moves his hand down your stomach, tracing the hem of your shorts with a single fingertip.

You press your forehead against his, arching your back. “Spike…” you groan, bucking your hips eagerly. Smirking, he wraps a finger around the material’s waistband and snaps it teasingly against your skin. With a few more kisses planted to your lips, he gingerly slips his hand in your shorts. Moving with a sloth-like pace, his fingers reach your clothed core and gently rub against your wetness. “Mmh... Spike…” you moan, not needing a request this time.

“What the hell-?!” A booming voice shouts from the doorway leading out into the Bebop’s main corridor. A metal crash and another sharp sound follows immediately.

You and Spike freeze, clinging to each other despite the compromising position. His hand is still halfway down your shorts, his shirt is unbuttoned, and the both of you are sweating buckets. Add rosy cheeks- as well as widened eyes -and it’s no doubt the two of you look like a couple of deers in headlights.

Moving in tandem, you both turn to the doorway. Jet is standing there, just as frozen solid as you’d been a second ago. On the floor is a metal watering can, still emptying out onto the floor and getting the man’s shoes soaked. Next to it is a tiny bonsai, roots and dirt seeping from the now-broken pot.

You sit up, finally finding yourself. Spike removes his hands from you completely, and you do the same. Hastily, you trip over your words in an attempt to explain, “I-I-... Jet... we-we were just, uhh-...”

Jet waves his arms and shakes his head. “No no! I get it!” he roughly exclaims, turning back around. “Seriously! Bring it to a damn bedroom you perverts... other people live here you know!” he shouts the last few words, walking back down the hall he’d originally came through.

“Shit…” you mumble, climbing off Spike.

He sits up, pulling a cigarette box from his pant’s pocket. Watching his hands move, Spike grabs a single cigarette and shoves it between his lips. “I suppose I should’ve mentioned that the kids weren’t actually asleep; meant it as a figure of speech. Sorry about that,” he chuckles, inhaling a huff. Your cheeks flare pink.

“Spike!”

[mira-belcul18]

I'm about to start generally tweaking. Today is the last day to watch cowboy bebop the movie on tubi and I'm bout to start generally crying

[wetsoggybeans69]

Cowboy Bebop Characters X Reader Headcanons

(How affectionate they would be)

Spike Speigle

Affection isn't his favorite form of showing love. He usually likes to spend time with you even if you both are doing different things, as long as yall are in the same room, he is satisfied. Although, if you are super affectionate, he won't mind it at all. He will tease you a little but finds it cute.

NSFW

Handsy, strangely loves exploring your body and admiring it. He will beg you to stay and cuddle with him after.

Jet Black

Also, isn't that affectionate; I do have a feeling he would act very gentlemanly like. for example, he would hold your hand whenever walking you home. Again, he doesn't mind if you are affectionate.

NSFW

He isn't handsy, but he does like your touch. It is very soothing to him he will be pretty gentle and slow with you as well.

Faye Valentine

Affection isn't her first way of showing love. She would probably prefer a gift. I do think at first she might be a little surprised. However, she will get used to it after a while. Faye will expect it from you. I could see her getting sassy after if she didn't get enough from you.

NSFW

Faye will be the most affectionate during sex. She would like to run her hands through your hair and trace circles on your back. The odd and genuine affection for the situation would be relaxing.

Julia

Strangely, I think she would enjoy affection. She'll probably give simple and soft forms of it. She isn't super affectionate, but she would give gentle touches. Maybe a kiss on your cheek now and then, or hold onto your arm. She'll even mess with your hair if you put your head in her lap.

NSFW

Again, it's a very soft touch, but it'll be a lot more affectionate and very passionate. Although she can be rougher if you want her to be.

Vicious

At first, he will be confused and shocked when you do touch him. He rarely gets touched when he does. It's when he gets stabbed. I think he would feel threatened in the beginning. He might not feel like he deserves it as well. (Bitch got trauma). WITH ALL THAT SAID! I am begging you, please, give this man affection! He's so fucking touched starved and needs affection desperately. He will act like it doesn't affect him. But, if he is in love with you, and you touch him, I swear to god he will fucking melt in your arms. (If he isn't in love with you, he will shove you out of the way) Vicious would be afraid to do PDA, but if he feels jealous, he will have his hand somewhere on you.

NSFW

Try to tease him and see what happens. (Spoiler you wont walk for 3 years) It's not a very good idea when it comes to this man, Vicious can be very handsy, he's similar to Spike in that way, but it differs when it comes to the reason why. He is doing it to be possessive. Spike is doing it to just feel your body against his (you dont have a problem with that either).

[sl33paholics]

The Unraveling Knots of Love

Jet Black x Black!fem reader

Warning(s): Mentions of sex, cheating, angst, tbh I just wanna make smth emotional

You were currently sitting across from your ex, Jet, on the navy blue round back sofa in the living room. Smoke was curling from the ends of the cigar you’d been smoking for the past half hour, and it was starting to burn your fingers. The air inside the apartment had been stuffy, hot even. You crushed the cigar on your ashtray, but Jet didn’t seem bothered. He looked bored with the whole thing. He wasn’t even drinking anything right now – he had a glass of water at his elbow instead, which he took great care to stir occasionally when he thought no one was looking. You wondered if that was intentional. Probably not.

It had been 11 years since the two of you last saw each other. A decade since your break up. Eleven years, and still nothing had changed about him. You could tell just by looking that he hadn’t changed a bit either. Now bald, those sideburns going down his cheeks to form a beard, you can see that the sides and the back of his head have hair, though. You lifted up your legs and had them to the side as you let out a huge sigh.

“I don’t know why I agreed to meet with you again,” you told him. It came out more like an accusation than a question. You tried to light another cigarette, but they were all gone, so you decided not to waste any time in saying whatever was on your mind. “We haven't spoken' to each other for 'bout, what, over ten years??" You asked. “And this is how you wanna spend your Friday night? Smoking cigars? Sitting on my couch in silence while we try to rebuild our...friendship?” You paused and waited for a response from him. Jet let out a laugh, and it echoed through the room. “You're still the same, Y/N. That sassy attitude of yours, the same way you acted when we first met." he said. "Same mouth. Same stubbornness."

You opened your mouth, ready to respond, but he cut you off. "Just look at yourself," Jet continued. His eyes were narrowed as he focused intently on you, and it almost seemed like he was searching for something.

"Look at yourself and tell me there's anything different about you."

"Well, maybe there is," you countered.

You knew he wasn't going to accept that. You'd given up trying to convince him. "I'm not going to sit here 'nd pretend 'ts okay, just because you want it to be. It don't change the fact that you cheated on me with a friend from high school." You leaned forward slightly, leaning towards him. Jet could see your breasts from your black nightgown, and he watched them move under your gown as you spoke. He swallowed hard. "You ain't sorry." You knew it would get to him. You knew it would make him realize. You wanted him to realize. There was no use in denying it anymore, after all these years. He could see it. He couldn't deny it anymore. You both knew that. But he was too caught up in pretending to ignore the truth to admit it. You knew you shouldn't give up on him, though. You knew he wouldn't do the same for you. Not yet. So you sat back against the cushion and crossed your arms, waiting for Jet to say it. You felt your heart beating faster as you waited. You hoped you weren't sweating. Jet was staring at you, but he wasn’t making eye contact. He wasn’t saying anything.

"Y/N��" he finally started. You waited, and he looked away before continuing. "Listen, I know I fucked up. Fucked up badly to the point where I can barely look at you without remembering all the times I used you. And I'm sorry for that. If only we could go back… I mean, I think you know that." He looked you straight in the eye. "Back then, I was stingy. I didn't apologize, doubled down, you know the whole deal. I guess I just got scared...getting caught." You nodded slowly. "And now I've matured and I can't run away from that...anymore." You stared at him, trying not to look like you wanted to jump out the window or cry. Your heart was racing, and you could feel the moisture collecting behind your eyelashes. "Can you forgive me?" The words sounded foreign coming out of his lips, as if he wasn't sure he was asking permission.

Your voice cracked as you answered. "Jet…" You sighed again, you felt tears beginning to fall down your face. Your hands started to shake uncontrollably. "I can't…I can't forgive you for what you did..." You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him anymore.

Jet leaned in, closer. Too close. "I'm sorry." You couldn't hear him breathe anymore, it sounded as if he was whispering into the shell of your ear. He placed a kiss on your cheek. It left a damp spot, like the rain outside on the balcony. "...asshole..” Jet pulled you into him and you put your head onto his shoulder. His shirt smelled like smoke and cigarettes, and his smell reminded you of home. You couldn't stop thinking about how long it had been since the two of you hugged like this. How long it had been since he held you this closely, kissed you this gently, or whispered these sweet words.

You could hardly believe you were holding him, kissing him...it had been eleven years. Ten if you counted the day he broke up with you. You were crying, shaking in his arms, and you couldn't remember the last time you cried this much. Or this hard. But you couldn't stop yourself from sobbing, feeling like a child whose parents had just kicked them out of their house. "I love you...Jet.." you managed to mumble between sobs. You didn’t really know why you were telling him all this. You'd be lying to yourself if you told him that you haven't thought about him from all these years. Hell, you've imagined this exact scene a thousand times since the day you realized he was cheating on you. You just never expected it to happen in real life. But it did. It was here, in front of you. It was real. Jet was here, holding you, kissing you. You loved him.

"I don't wanna lose you again, Y/N. Let's start over."

[mbakuetshurisprincess]

Love for Duties Sake Part 3

AN: Hello loves and happy valentines day! Wow when I say I went literally feral writing this I mean I started writing it last night inspired by my bae @pinkwright and the words just flew out idk. Consider this a valentine's treat from me to you. I hope you all enjoy and MWAH theres a very big kiss for all of you. 

Summary: As the only daughter of Genelia, there were things you just had to do, and marrying the Queen of Wakanda was one of those things.

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cussing, guns, mentions of death and grieving, that’s it I think.

Word count: 3,744

Part 1.  Part 2.  Masterlist.  Taglist.

Suggested listening: Kingston - Faye Webster

“Every single word you say makes me feel some type of way It's the thought of you that slightly scares me But it takes my breath away, forget what I was gonna say The day that I met you, I started dreaming Now I write 'em down if I remember in the morning time”

The ride to the restaurant was quick, you didn’t even pay too much attention to your surroundings as you rode in the back of the SUV next to Shuri. Your mind was too preoccupied with what prompted her to ask you to dinner all of a sudden and why the prospect of spending quality time with her made you feel warm on the inside. That was why you didn’t recognize the path you’d traveled countless times until the car was parked right outside and Shuri was helping you out of the car. 

Taking your hand gently in hers as you stepped out, pulling your skirt down to maintain modesty in case any news outlets were there. And of course, they were, but they kept a decent distance away, while they snapped photos of the interaction between you and Shuri; fearful of Okoye, Aneka, and Ayo who flanked you two. Your mind finally made the connection as your eyes read over the name of the restaurant Mamie Bidoche. The same French-inspired quaint restaurant you practically lived in when you spent time in DC. 

“Shuri!” You squealed, overcome with excitement to be back at your favorite restaurant. Joy ran through your body and you couldn’t help but jump a little while you still held her hand. “How did you know about this place? Who told you about it?” 

Shuri wished she could take a photo of you right then and there with her kimoyo beads just so she could savor the genuine smile on your face. This was the smile she didn’t get to see often, the one you seemed to only reserve when talking to everyone except her. At that moment the Queen swore to do whatever she could to make sure that smile never left your face. “You mentioned it once in an interview when we were first courting, our second with Asha I believe.” 

Blush now added to the smile on your face as you recalled the interview. Asha asked where your favorite place to eat in the States was and you replied without hesitation Mamie Bidoche, saying that you’d sell your soul to have a plate of their food again. That was so long ago, how could she remember that? 

And that meant she was paying attention to you at the time too. For a long while you’d assumed Shuri had been zoning out during your interviews, not caring what you had to say until it was time for her to play the part of the doting wife. It was part of the reason you built up a dislike for her early in the relationship. But this disproved all of that, she had been listening. 

“And that one time I asked you for a hair tie, you told me I should light my hair on fire and offered me a matchbox from here,” Shuri added with a laugh for more emphasis on her point. You had forgotten about that time, not your brightest moment but still funny considering everything. 

“You remembered all that?” You asked, your smile had faded into a softer one but Shuri still found it beautiful. Your hand now only connected to hers through your fingertips, both refusing to let go of the other. 

“Of course sthandwa, why wouldn’t I? You’re my wife.” The response Shuri gave you made you almost feel silly for asking the question. 

Words didn’t feel like they could quantify your feelings so you simply wrapped your arms around Shuri’s neck and pulled her in close to you. Your reaction surprised Shuri but instinctively she wrapped her arms around your waist pressing your body against hers. The cameras snapped, capturing the pure moment between you two. Ayo, Aneka, and Okoye all shared a knowing glance, taking this moment as confirmation of Aneka’s previous theory. “Thank you,” You whispered as you pulled away, the soft smile never leaving your face. 

“Nothing to thank me for my love,” Shuri replied, matching your smile. The sound of cameras shuttering reminded Shuri that even though this was a private moment between the two of you, it was subject to be blasted all over the internet at any moment. Plus the sound of one camera that seemed to be clicking more rapidly than others was starting to make her uncomfortable. “Do you maybe want to go inside now?” 

You could sense the nervousness in Shuri’s voice, you couldn’t figure out what brought it on but you wanted to do your best to make it go away. Grabbing her hand you replied with a smile “Yes,” before dragging her into the restaurant with Ayo, Aneka, and Okoye tailing behind. 

The interior looked just as you remembered it, small and homey with a clear view of the kitchen so you could watch your food be prepared and cooked. Typically lunchtime in DC meant this place was packed but strangely no one else was there aside from the chefs and the waiter who guided you to your table. Shuri held out your chair and pushed you in, sitting in the same corner you sat in when you would come all those years ago. 

“Did you have this place shut down?” You ask seriously once Shuri takes her seat across from you at the table. 

Unfolding the napkin into her lap she chuckled. “And what if I did?”

You groan and shoot her a look she’s familiar with, level one annoyance. “Shuri,” You state firmly. “You can’t just buy out a restaurant for the two of us, they’re going to lose money!”

“My love,” Shuri scoffed. “It is not just the two of us. Aneka, Okoye, Ayo.” She called the names of the three Dora’s and they all came to your table in an instant. Quite frankly you sometimes found their haste and devotion a little scary, they were always popping up places in the blink of an eye. 

“Yes, my Queen?” Ayo spoke first. 

You and Shuri maintained eye contact while she spoke to Ayo. You were curious about what she would say and she was determined to prove a point. 

“The three of you grab a table together. Take advantage of this fine cuisine my wife raves so much about.”

Okoye tried to refuse. “Our job is to be focused on you, having a meal would only distract us.” 

This time you spoke up. “Take a break please, all three of you. You work so tirelessly to protect us all the least you could do is eat lunch. On Shuri’s dime of course.” You added the last part in and caught the smile that Aneka tried to fight.

The three women all looked at each other deciding if they were going to comply or not. One swift head nod from Okoye confirmed that you had won them over. All three walked away and sat at a table far enough away to not disturb you but still close enough that they could keep an eye out in case anything went awry.

“Five people are not the same amount of money as a DC lunch rush.” You remarked. Level two annoyance detected.  

“Did you wear that skirt for me?” Shuri asked seemingly ignoring your comment in favor of talking about something she wanted to discuss. 

“What? No, I wore it 'cause I like skirts.” Eying Shuri up and down you continued. “We’re hurting their profit margins, Shuri.”

“I don’t like it when you say my name like that. Shuri.” She repeated the way you said her name. “So much contempt, I used to think you might actually hate me.” 

Your wife's comments made you pause and you took a sip of water while you digested your thoughts. “Shuri,” It came more softly from your mouth this time. “Have you listened to anything I’ve said? We can’t just shut a place down for five people. 

The Queen sighed, as much as she loved her wife's strong will it was times like this that she wished you would just drop things. “Of course, I have listened to what you said, I didn’t just shut the place down. I’m paying double what they normally make per hour for however long we’re here, plus a tip for taking on Ayo, Aneka, and Okoye.” 

“Oh,” You said quietly. 

“Mhm,” Shuri replied, taking a sip of her own water. “Now are you ready to drop this so we can have a nice lunch?” 

“Yes.” 

The conversation flowed well between you and Shuri. She was able to delve into some details about current council debates that were stressing her and you offered your insight on how to best achieve what she was looking for. You made everything seem so simple and Shuri appreciated it in contrast to how she overthought everything. The conversation died down as you two finished the last bites of the meal, savoring every drop of sauce left on your plate. 

Shuri nibbled the inside of her lip and pushed the remaining food around her plate as she watched you. Something was on her mind and you knew it. 

“Out with it already.” You commanded dabbing the napkin at the edge of your mouth. Shuri’s confused face only made you laugh. “This marriage thing means we’ve spent a lot of time together, willingly or unwillingly. I can tell when something is on your mind so spill, let it out.

The young royal shifted in her seat, unaware of how obvious her actions had been. She was so used to being able to pick up on everyone else’s patterns of behavior due to her enhanced abilities but never had someone picked up on hers. Thinking for a moment, she shook her head no. “It’s too personal, I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable. Especially after the beautiful lunch we had.” 

“Shuri, we’re married, if I really don’t want to, I just won’t answer.” Your response was simple and Shuri appreciated that. 

“You um never talk about Genelia?” It came out like a question more than a statement like it was intended. “I noticed that today, when the President’s idiot self brought it up you, seemed almost a little upset. Is there a reason you don’t want to talk about it?” 

You tensed up once Shuri finished her sentence, in all honesty, Genelia was not on your list of topics you wanted to discuss today, or any day for that matter. But the way Shuri spoke, her question seemed genuine like she wanted to really know what happened. 

Clearing your throat you started. “Genelia and I have a complicated relationship, a majority in part due to my parents. I’m sure you know from interviews and just the public perception of me pre us, I hadn’t been home in years. I lived between France and the United States comfortably I might add for the end of my teen years. What you don’t know however is what made me leave for so long.” You paused here allowing yourself to breathe, these aren't memories you revisited often. 

“I know I say a lot that I’m the only daughter of Genelia but that’s technically not true, I’m the only living daughter of Genelia.” 

A look of confusion danced across Shuri’s face, she knew you had plenty of siblings but never had you mentioned a sister. You constantly cracked jokes in interviews about how growing up surrounded by all boys made you tough, so to hear about this mystery sister didn’t quite add up. 

“Her name was Yara and she was only a year older than me. We did everything together, she was my best friend and we didn’t spend a day apart. I mean I think my mother had to get us separate rooms because I would crawl into bed with her at night.” That smile Shuri had seen earlier crept back up on your face as you reminisced on the good times with your older sister. Imagining what she would say if she saw you now all grown up and married. 

“But Yara you know, she was too good for this world I think, that’s the only justification I can come up with. Her little body just wasn’t built to hold all the light she had, she was too much for it. Over the years she became weaker and weaker. And when I was sixteen she uh passed.” The memory of the day she finally passed still stuck out in your mind, how your parents kept you from her until the last minute. How you sat and held all of your tears because you knew Yara didn’t like to see you cry. Her death had been a long drawn-out process and it had been painful to watch your sibling slowly deteriorate.  

“My parents didn't really know how to let me grieve like I should’ve been able to. We fought almost every day, just over the stupidest shit. Eventually, they pulled me aside and said I was becoming a bad influence on my younger siblings, that I used Yara’s death as an excuse to act up.” Your voice got quieter as you continued speaking. “My parents told me they had other children to raise, other children to help grieve and I was getting in the way of that. They sent me to France the very next morning.” 

Shuri looked at you with the first expression of hers that you couldn’t track. There was a sadness in her eyes but the corners of her lips were tight as if she was mad. “I am sorry to have made you dredge up something so personal, sthandwa.” Reaching across the table she took your hand in hers rubbing it soothingly. “Yara sounds like she was a beautiful girl and an amazing older sister. I am sorry that your parents didn’t allow you to grieve her properly, I know how important that process is.”  

At that moment, looking Shuri in her eyes while she held your hand in hers, you never felt closer to her. Not when you two shared your first kiss in front of millions on your wedding day, not during the countless interviews you too had done, not even during the rare times you did share a laugh when you were both home. No, none of those times compared to the connectedness you experienced with your wife at that moment. It scared you how being this connected made you want to be vulnerable to Shuri, you couldn’t let that happen, to tell all of your secrets to her after just one dinner. 

You broke eye contact and Shuri took that as a sign to pull her hand away from yours. “It’s okay, I’m not as upset as I used to be about it. Honestly, I’ve been thinking I might want to go back someday.” You said the statement so casually but Shuri’s eyes shot up from the table. 

“What?” 

“I think I might wanna go back someday, to Genelia.” You repeated. 

“No, my love, I heard you, I just can’t understand why you would want to go back to a country that treated you so poorly.” Shuri’s comments made sense and you nodded.

“I’m not saying tomorrow Shuri,” You were careful how you said her name remembering her earlier comments. “I just mean before I die you know? I’ve still got siblings over there that I need to repair things with.” 

The morbidity of your comments got Shuri’s eyes rolling but she understood your sentiment nonetheless. The end of your comment piqued her interest but she decided against asking as she had already made you delve into your personal life. The queen allowed a few beats to pass, just admiring your beauty before she spoke, “I have to say entle I enjoyed this dinner with you.” 

Shuri’s comments made you smile from ear to ear. “Thank you lovely, I did too.” 

Lovely? That was the first honorific you had ever used for her when a camera wasn’t present. Shuri couldn’t help the blush that crept onto her cheeks, you thought she was lovely? 

“A shame it has to come to an end though, maybe we could do this more when we’re back home?” Shuri asked the question hesitantly as she rose from her chair holding her hand out to you. 

Now it was your turn to blush. The idea of getting to spend quality time with Shuri, uninterrupted like you just did, was a dream you honestly thought was never going to be possible. You took her hand as you stood. “I would love that, but who says that we have to end it here?” 

“What do you mean?” Shuri asked, still holding onto your hand. 

“Yes, what do you mean my Queen?” Okoye was very quickly approaching you and Shuri with Aneka and Ayo flanking either side of her. Shit, trying to convince Shuri of your plan would be easy, but getting it passed those three would be a difficult process. 

“I just mean there's a walk-up ice cream shop, not even a block from here. Like literally right up the street. You batted your eyelashes at Shuri. “We could all get ice cream before we go, my treat!” 

Shuri laughed at you and you couldn’t tell if it was because the idea of you paying for something was comical or if it was because you thought Okoye was going to go for it. 

“No,” Okoye answered simply, blinking at you unfazed by the puppy dog eyes you were trying to give her. “The area hasn’t been swept; there is no way for us to ensure your safety.” 

“And we’ve been in one unsecure location for too long, our whereabouts could be known by anyone at this point,” Ayo added to strengthen Okoye’s point. 

“It was secure enough for all of us to have a meal.” You argued back, the taste of the insane flavor combinations the shop was known to mix up already on your tongue. “It’s a Mom and Pop ice cream shop, just one scoop and we’re done!” 

Shuri shifted in her heels, rocking back and forth trying to decide if this was worth it. On the one hand, Okoye and Ayo were right, her last-minute decision to take you out here had caused a lot of disruptions to their normal security protocol. And the pictures that had been taken of you two had surely already made their round through the internet meaning your location was public. It was a risky idea. But on the other hand there you were, blinking up at her with your beautiful brown eyes, the ghost of that smile appearing on your lips as you anticipated her response. How could she say no to that? 

“One scoop can’t hurt can it?” She turned to Okoye who stared back at Shuri dumbfounded. 

“My queen, I cannot advise that this is the safest decision.” Okoye was always honest with Shuri. “But if you two insist, we can do ONE scoop in a cup for you to take back on the jet. Deal?” 

You squealed in excitement for the second time in the day. “Thank you thank you thank you!” You repeated the statement over and over to Shuri and Okoye who watched you with boredness and amusement respectively. 

The three women escorted you and Shuri out of the restaurant after Shuri had paid, you watched her leave a healthy tip on both of the tables before leaving. Just as you promised right up the block there was an ice cream shop with just two windows, one to order and the other one to pick up your cone. You stood reading over the menu, mulling over what you were going to get when Okoye’s voice cut in. 

“You two hurrying up would be ideal. I do not like how exposed we are right now.” Okoye stood directly next to Shuri, while Aneka and Ayo had disappeared, presumably protecting you and Shuri from other areas of attack. 

Hearing Okoye’s words, Shuri wrapped her hand around your waist and gently pushed you in front of her so that her back was to the street and you were shielded. The gesture made you blush, she was always so protective of you. 

“I’ll have one scoop of your double chocolate coffee crunch in a cup please.” You said to the white man behind the counter who gave you a curt nod. His being there felt a little funny to you, you could have sworn this was a black-owned business who specialize in hiring specifically previously incarcerated black people. Although to be fair it had been years since you’d been there, their policies could have changed due to demand or the job market. 

“And I’ll have just a scoop of your chocolate please, in a cup as well,” Shuri added in behind you before placing her card to pay before you could bring yours out. She quelled your protests with a quick kiss on your forehead. 

You two stood off to the side while you waited for your ice cream. Shuri’s arms had now moved to rest around your neck, pulling you against her once again with her chin resting on top of your head. Take full advantage of the height difference between you two even though it wasn’t that big. You felt safe like this, wrapped up in her. 

The bell dung signified your order was ready and before Shuri could move to get it, you were already slipping out of her arms making your way over to pick it up. All of your attention was on Shuri as you turned away from the counter and stuck your tongue out at her. Earning a laugh from your wife, one of your favorite sounds.

You turned back to take the cups from the man but were instead met by the barrel of a gun aimed directly at you. Fear overtook you and the most you could get out was “Shuri!” before two shots rang out hitting you in the abdomen. 

Everything seemed to move in slow motion after that, your body fell back against the concrete with a harsh thud. You blinked and Shuri was at your side, hands pressing kimoyo beads into your stomach. Another blink and you saw Okoye jumping through the window at the counter in an attempt to apprehend the man who had so carelessly tried to take your life. Your wife was speaking to you in jumbled sentences, mixtures between Xhosa and English. The recurring sentence you could make out was her plea to you,

 “Stay with me.” 

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All Of My Current Works Pt. 2

Genshin Impact

Seeing How Your Body Works-Furina X Vamp! Reader

Lobotomy Corporation & Library Of Ruina

N/A

Limbus Company

Cuddling-Ishmael, Don Quixote, Rodion, Ryoshu

Outis's Love

Girls Front Line

N/A

Honkai Star Rail

Dear, would you be so kind as to help me with this?-Kafka X Reader

Supply Run-Natasha X Reader

Serval, Yukong, Stelle X Fighter Reader

Hard Work-Qingque X Reader

Incorrect HSR X Reader Quotes

Never Fade Away-Firefly X Reader

A Few Seconds Too Late-Himeko, Kafka, and Yukong x Reader

Hypnotize Me!-March 7th X Vamp! Reader

A Friendly Sparring Match-Seele X Reader

Zenless Zone Zero

Kresnik Pt.1: Meeting-Belle X Reader

Kresnik Pt. 2: The Butcher-Belle X Reader

Belle X Mech Pilot Reader

Belle X Reader Who Likes To Be Stylish While Fighting

Reverse 1999

N/A

RWBY

Penny Polendina X Reader Relationship Headcannons

Yang, Weiss, And Nora X Kobeni-Esque Reader

Yang And Nora X Reader After Breaking Your Pelvis

Fatal Illusion-Cinder Fall X Reader

Revers Death By Snu Snu-Kyoko, Elphelt Valentine, and Yang

Bleach

Shoot The Works-Tier Harribel X Reader

Retsu Unohana And Sui-Feng X Powerful Himbo Reader

Rukia Kuchki And Retsu Unohana X Eternally Sleepy Reader

Isane Kotetsu x Secret Admirer Reader

Rukia Kuchki And Artist Reader

Elisabeth Blantorche And Rangiku Matsumoto Taking Care Of Sick Reader

Chainsaw man

N/A

Jujutsu Kaisen

N/A

Fate Grand Order alongside Fate and TYPE MOON in general

Cold-Barghest X Reader

Death By Snu Snu-Tamamo No Mae, Nero Claudius, & BB

Death By Snu Snu-Penthesilea, Caenis, Medea, Medusa, And Atalante Alter

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Luvia With A S/O Who Grew Up Poor

The Pumpkin Menace-Various Fate Ladies X Reader

Tsukihime X Reader Incorrect Quotes

Stargazing-Ishtar X Reader

Danganronpa

N/A

Persona

Ann, Makoto, Futaba, Haru, And Sumiere With A Reader Who Flips A Coin To Make Decisions

Granblue Fantasy

Beatrix With A Shy Reader Who Can Make Her Blush With Ease

King Of Fighters

Death By Snu Snu-Leona Heidern And Mai Shiranui X Reader

Death By Snu Snu-King, Mai Shiranui, and Chizuru Kagura

King's Reaction To Being Called Hot In Her Suit And Tie

Tekken

Nina Williams X Reader Who Was Frozen Around The Same Time She Was

A Vampire, A Devil, And Lycoris-Reina X Reader

Guilty Gear

Sleeping With Testament As It Storms

Revers Death By Snu Snu-Kyoko, Elphelt Valentine, and Yang

Testament Struggling To Find An Engagement Gift For You

Blazblue

Death By Snu Snu-Nine The Phantom and Litchi Faye Ling

Kokonoe And Nine Having A Mother Daughter Rivalry Over You

Enjoy The Ride-Noel Vermillion X Reader

What Spending Time With Them Would Be Like-Nine, Kokonoe, Bullet, Makoto, Noel, Litchi, And Tsubaki X Reader

Spending Time With Them-Mai Natsume, Trinity Glassfile, Es, and Celica A. Mercury

Glad To Be A Problem-Tsubaki X Reader

An Apple A Day-Litchi Faye Ling X Reader

Alarms-Kokonoe X Reader

Under-Night-In-Birth

Kaguya And Eltnum With A Stoic Reader Who Is Easy To Fluster.

Wagner Comforting You After A Nightmare

Wagner X Touch Averse Reader

Soup?-Kaguya X Reader

Skullgirls

N/A

Street Fighter

Death By Snu Snu-Karin Kanzuku And Cammy White

Death By Snu Snu-Marisa, A.K.I., And Poison

Resident Evil

N/A

Final Fantasy

N/A

Hi-Fi Rush

Peppermint With A Reader Who Tries And Fails To Not Look At Her Ass

Trails Of Cold Steel

N/A

Fear And Hunger & Fear And Hunger: Termina

N/A

River City Girls

Revers Death By Snu Snu-Kyoko, Elphelt Valentine, and Yang

[themoonsbride]

Can I Trust You ?

pairing; Jace Wayland x Fem!Reader

summary; Reader has been alone all most all her life as a shadow hunter, she gets into a fight with some enemies one night and ends up meeting someone new.

warnings; fighting, violence, mentions of stabbing, heavy trust issues, somewhat motherly issues? anxiety ish?

a/n; I randomly thought of this today and have been working on it all day that I've been able too, hoping to be able to publish something tomorrow too. <3

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It was late, almost 1 am to be exact, and you felt yourself become alive as the breeze of the cold wind whispered against your skin and gently blew your hair past your shoulders.

The sound of your boots tapping against the ground of the alleys and shortcuts were only to be hear from your ears as you walked.

Your black jeans and leather jacket helped keep your skin a little from the cold, but it wasn't by much.

You froze in place, cautiously looking around, you weren't one to be wrong when you'd sense an entity unlike you had been near, and it wasn't for just mundanes. You weren't phased by humans simply because they hadn't even known you existed.

And that was enough for you, the less people knew about your interference with the world and keeping your species safe was all that had mattered. You assumed there were other shadow hunters of course, but you rarely ever came by any of them.

Sometimes it felt as though you were the only one left.

Though, you were practically alone for what felt like most if not all your life. Your mother had tried to keep you safe from valentine, but she had failed and in a battle, a battle that almost seemed like it was war, and now you lived on not only for yourself, but for your mother.

You knew it's what she would've wanted for you, for you to move forward and live on in her memory and your spirit of independence.

You fully spun yourself around to find a vampire prancing itself onto you, your body felt as though it were going into flight or fight mode as you began to defend yourself and fought against the blood thirsty being.

And soon you realized there were more surrounding you, it seemed as though there were about 4 more of the blood strived enemies who were all fighting against you.

In their eyes, they must've assumed 5 against one was no match for you, but you'd been in a few situations similar to this one, and this also had seemed like a simple battle to you as you've fought bigger, stronger entities.

You had punched and kicked some of the foul rivals, grabbing out 2 blades from your hidden pants pockets and stabbed one of them, when suddenly out of nowhere as you were about to fight off the rest, 2 of them suddenly were killed by 2 other blades stabbing them through their backs.

You backed up a bit as your body tensed more, you've learned over the years to never trust anyone, even the people you thought you knew.

Your back suddenly hit a wall, you looked at the other vampires unconscious on the hard ground, their lips split opened and a cut on one of their cheeks.

You looked over and had seen a tall luminous figure in the shadows, Your body entered its fight or flight mode again, and your blades were ready, but your mind felt somewhat scattered.

what was happening here, exactly? who the fuck was this? why did they feel the need to finish the job for you?

"Seems like you could've used some help there." A deep masculine voice spoke, this man also appeared to have an accent.

"Well I didn't." You responded coldly, your grip became more firm on your weapons.

The man strided closer towards you, the moonlight starting to light up his figure, he too had on boots, and dark jeans with multiple pockets, and a leather vest with a grey, v neck tank top.

he seemed to have a long blade strapped to his back as well.

But what you'd noticed before you noticed anything at all, was his ominous glowing blue eyes. His pupils were dark, it made it seemed like he was seeing straight through your soul and sent shivers of anxiety down your spine.

"Well still, it doesn't hurt to help a fellow shadow hunter every now and again." He replied, standing infront of you, he seemed pretty close, you tried to back up, but when attempting so your back only planted itself against a firm brick wall.

"a what?" You hadn't heard someone else use that word in so long it sounded forgien in someone else's mouth to you.

"Do you really think I can't tell the difference between a shadow hunter and a mundane?" He asked, sarcasm filled in his words as he smirked a bit.

"I never said you couldn't. I.. -"

"You've never met another shadow hunter."

"No." you said harshly, God could he let you get at least one sentence out without trying to figure out your life's story. It felt like you were playing 20 fucking questions with him.

"I've met a shadow hunter before, it's just been a year or 2." You said lowly, you knew the dangers of telling people the truth, you didn't even have the knowledge of this man's name.

"Well I can assure you, there's others. You and I aren't the only ones." His eyes went from ominously mysterious to concerned. You felt a little bit puzzled to be honest.

"What're you talking about." You felt like you were being lied to, maybe you were, but in this instance, you couldn't tell. You always assumed there had been others, but to hear it be confirmed that there was, it felt surreal, and it made you feel a little bit denial about it as well.

"Did you think you were the only one?" He said, his voice made him sound genuinely concerned, and it made a small part of you inside feel vulnerable.

You didn't answer him, and he started to get closer to you, you glared him, your body was so tense it felt frozen in place. but your mind was screaming at you to move away, but your limbs wouldn't budge.

"I think you should come with me to the institute." He said, he looked like he wanted to help you somehow, but what kind of help did you need? you'd been surviving since you were 15 years old and now your were merely 26, you didn't need help or protection anymore, you didn't need anyone.

Atleast that's what you've been telling yourself.

"I don't even know your name, why should I so much even consider going back to this 'institute' you're talking about?" You said, one part of your brain was screaming at you to run away and never look back, that it wasn't safe.

You were only putting yourself in danger, but there was also a small part of yourself who was saying to go with him, and you were currently hating that part of yourself, the part of you your mother had taught you to ignore for your own safety.

"Jace, Jace Wayland. And you are?" He said smiling a little, maybe he was trying to seem like he felt sorry for you, and it was a little pathetic to be honest, but it was also kinda cute.

"...y/n, y/l/n." you replied.

[venushasvixens]

Imagine FaceTiming on a mission, everything is going completely wrong, the bounty may be lost…

And you see this gorgeous face.

[spikesbunny]

♥︎ EAT IT! ♥︎

+ warnings: threesome, faye x reader x spike, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, implied established relationship with spike + reader, wlw content, all three of you are drunk, finger sucking, voyeurism, praise kink

+ ft: spike spiegel x fem reader x faye valentine

+ wc: 1.0k

+ part 1: kiss me more

+ notes: holy shit i really did NOT expect to write 1k words, but i aint complaining!! anyways this was def one of my favorites to write, i love the dynamic of spike and faye sharing reader and making it into a competition hehe

also this could be read separately, if you really wanted, there's not really any important lore or backstory other than the first sentence, which i pasted from the first part lmaoo

reposting from @/roronoaism, all content is mine!!

nsfw under cut, minors + men dni!!!

"fine, whoever makes her cum the fastest wins." faye chirps, glancing down at you, cupping your face. "that okay, sweetheart?"

"yes, please" you all but plead, riled up between your boyfriend's watchful eyes and your best friend's lips that were previously against yours.

it doesn't take faye much convincing, gliding her soft, delicate fingers down your thighs, removing your bottoms as quickly as she can.

"damn, you got all this?? all to yaself?? shoulda shared soon, spikey!" faye smirks, kissing your cheek and rubbing up and down your thighs, eliciting a soft moan from your lips.

she moves herself between your legs, gentle pushing them open, fingers brushing over your sensitive clit through your damped panties.

"god, imma make your woman want me, she ain't ever gonna fuck ya the same."

"rude," spike pants out, rising out of his seat and sitting behind you on the couch, hands massaging into your hips. his lips ghost over your neck. "you really think you can make her cum faster than me?"

"'m a woman, and a gay one at that. i think i know what 'm doing," she coos, finally removing your panties, tossing them to the side somewhere in the room. "holy shit, you're gorgeous from down here. ion know how spike can let me have a shot at this!"

spike rolls his eyes, sucking on your neck slowly, tongue occasionally dragging across your the expanse of your neck.

faye's lips finally brush against your damp heat, pressing a kiss to your clit. you jolt, spike's hands gripping your hip. "fuck, so responsive, can't wait f' my turn" he groans, lips sloppily roaming over your neck, shoulders, and jawline.

faye chuckles from between your legs, lapping at you experimentally. you reward her with a pretty mewl, earning a 'good girl' from her. she swipes her finger up your entrance, slick coating her finger in the action.

"bet ya taste sweeter than ya look, mm?"

spike nods absentmindedly against your neck, bulge pressing into your backside. "yea, so fuckin good."

she finally dips her finger in, pressing against your walls deliciously. "shit, she feels good too. ya feelin all good up there, hun?"

you nod, spike's hands reaching to massage your breast from under your shirt.

faye continues her ministrations, eventually dipping a second in, curling them just right. you mewled again, her name a whimper on your lips.

"good girl, so pretty for us. bet spikey cant do this, mm?" she taunts, lips finding their way to your clit, pressing kisses and sucking on it gently.

you moan lowly, blissfully lost in the feeling of faye's fingers and lips mixed with spike's hands and kisses. heat was pooling in your gut, the need for release creeping up on you.

"faye, i'm close," you mumble out. she nods, removing her fingers to fuck her tongue into you, pretty nose bumping against your clit every now and then. spike's rough hands grope and rub at your breast, a sweet contrast to faye's softer actions.

it doesn't take much longer, your orgasm washing over you. both spike and faye murmur praise at you, the woman lapping up all your slick and cum. "shit, soo fuckin good. i could spend all night down here, if ya two let me."

spike moves from behind you, pushing faye's head out of the way. "baby, can i go, hm? can i have a turn?" he pleads, his huge hands spreading your legs slowly, waiting for your approval.

"yea, whatcha gonna do, doll? wanna see if he can beat me?" faye whispers in your ear, slick-coated fingers swiping under your lips.

you nod, a plead of "yes" falling from your lips. he obliges, lips diving down, tongue licking a long stripe up your dripping cunt.

you moan in ecstasy, the mix of overstimulation from your previous orgasm and spike's tongue swirling together perfectly. his pace was a bit rougher than faye's, his hands roaming up and down your thighs soothingly to contrast his enthusiastic swipes.

faye's fingers press into your lips, and you open your mouth, letting her digits fill the space. your suck on them gently, praise falling from her lips as you lick your own release off them.

your mind was in a lust-filled haze between your boyfriend and best friend, the new feeling of them both pleasing you sending heat coiling into your gut once again.

you were close, and spike could tell (after all, he knew your body almost as well as you). he takes it as an invitation to lick more languidly, one free hand moving to rub circles onto your clit.

you moan around faye's fingers, praise spilling from the two as you reach your second high of the night, spike eagerly lapping up all you gave him.

he presses a kiss to your thigh, wiping his lips. "so fuckin good," he coos, letting you lay in faye's lap. he crawls against yours, your hands traveling to his hair, the two of them cuddled up against you on the couch.

sleep was consuming your mind, the mix of alcohol and pleasure slowly sending you off to sleep.

"so, who was better?" faye ask, hand twirling mindlessly in your hair.

"mmm, you both are pretty good."

spike chuckles, and faye huffs, rolling her eyes.

"i think i won," she hisses at spike, who glares at her.

"i'd remember who got first dibs," he retorts back. "unless, you wouldn't mind this bein' a reoccurin thing, hm?"

you nod, bringing them both closer to you. "yea, reoccurring sounds good."

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